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// I | Jurassic Mare 
// Story: Big Celly's Day Off 
// by B_25 
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Jurassic Mare 


The stillness and silence inside the fishing hut frightened the little boy. He laid on a bed tucked in a corner, the same of his family, in different corners, all sound asleep, a wooden table in the center room, the lamp set on it washing the room in a faint glow.  

He'd been told stories. Ones of monsters from the depths of the sea. Lurking in the depths of the ocean, always there as you swam, watching and waiting, looking for the moment you were alone, parents were gone, to surface for a snack.  

The colt shivered out of his blanket with a yelp. His forehooves slapped over his mouth and his eyes swept the room. Snores continued throughout. His sigh came muffled as his hooves fell away. Turning on his bed to the ruffling of sheets, he rose on his knees, looking out the window, dusk on the shore outside his home.  

Morning still on the way.  

Something calmed him about the watery horizon. Though the vastness of the rolling waters hinted to behemoth monsters underneath the surface, it was the sky, blotches of orange at its bottom, rising, to the peacefulness found in a painting.  

But what if something had risen from the water? Something great and massive and villainous? Rising in the spread of the sea to waterfalls cascading from the monolithic form of its head? Narrowed eyes larger than planes with deadness also desired in that which it saw.

How it looked to the shore and the scattered huts across it, able to swipe a meal without leaving the sea, returning and submerging, to newcomers finding now an empty beach in its wake? Shivering again was the boy as his forelegs hugged around himself tightly.  

Then came the thump.  

Low at first. Jostle enough to rattle a castle as everything vibrated inside the hut. Widened were the boy's eyes and jerky was his neck in looking around. Cabinets teetered in place. Loosely at first. Plates clattering to a single series of chimes.  

Then it struck again.  

Loud and distant with its renditions breaking throughout the land. It was monstrous. Threat from the outside causing a quake in its every crack to a deepening and darkening pitch of sound. How deep it went. Something large breaking into the land, crunching into the ground, like snow becoming no more under a step. Flattened at least to the weight of a hoof.  

H-Hoof?

It grew larger and quicker as every step rocked the foundations of the hut. Overhead swung the lamp on the rope as the one sitting on the table smoothly slid around. The boy leapt from his bed, missing his hooves and crashing into the ground, rolling forward, jostled back, yelping in so doing, as another violent step had rocked and bounced him.  

The family slept.  

“Enough whining! We won't take you out next morning if the stories were that bad! But please let us sleep before we go out tomorrow.”

The colt ran his hoof in turning the dial as the other held the golden base down, his chest resting on the table. It pushed him into the air at every bounce of the distant, titanic step.

It got closer. Picking up the lamp and putting it beneath the table, the boy was tossed into the air, a thunderous crack shooting out from outside, booming nearby. What was it? The boy couldn't know after landing on his hooves and stumbling into place. Looking right revealed the cabinet, tilting forward, the plates behind the glass, stacked into it, threatening to fall free at an inch more.

The colt dashed to it. Enduring the stomps on the way, each knocking him left or right, a cause to stumble and sway—until pushing into the thing. He groaned and pushed and fought to rest it on the ground again.

And the beds in the corner, leaping from the slams throughout the ground, those asleep, still, somehow.  

The next step was close. Very close. Enough for its shadow to be felt even through wood. The ceiling had creaked in leaning in ways not meant. Whatever that thing was, it lurked outside the hut, its force there. It was in fear the colt stumbled to the bed, able to walk due to the stillness, the beast, whatever it was, awaiting him on the other side of the glass.  

He climbed onto the mattress and shuffled across it, putting his forehooves to the wood of the wall, supporting himself, in looking out the window. Sand and dispersed huts awash in a shadow across the beach. Everything darker than needing to be—it coming short, though, partway over the water.  

Then came the stomp. Rattling to the shattering of some of the buildings on the short. Lightly descended a great and long thing of white, its roundness consuming a crater of sand, slowly, twisting to adjust in the ground.  

The boy pressed his face into the glass in wonder at the thing. How only its edge existed at the side of the window, leaving the rest of its greatness a mystery, a towering foreleg, keeping like an imposing post.

His imagination dressed the fluffy monstrosity as a lighthouse. Great and round metallic rolling around the curve of the ivory tower, railing set around them, bars to hold onto, if the monster walked, as to not go over them. Staircases connecting levels as to allow one to ascend or descend the leg of the beast.  

And even then he couldn't see it all. Turning his head upside-down and looking up at the window, he barely caught the underside of a shoulder, one that loomed far beyond the frame of glass. It seemed to be pushing out, the rest of the horror, lowering, as the dimmed, vast expanse of white, zoomed downward.  

KA-BOOOM!

An explosion rocketed the land as it blasted outward to dispel itself. Detonation beneath the sand knocking a portion of the beach world. Down came the violent downpour of the grain as it heavily crashed into the ceiling—sounded like a boom caught inside a sealed chamber. Hard and loud in the dense waves splashing upon it. Then it lightened. The sand cascading in a calm pelting from the roof to the ground at all sides.  

The steady stream was impossible to see through. Rubbing at the window did nothing to assist in the sight at the other side. Commotion followed behind. Hooves dancing and voices calling and confusion surfacing. The one not scared, this time, being the formerly-frightened boy.  

Too amazed by wonder to be scared by the immensity of it.  

Finally the downpour ceased. Through the dust on the glass she could be seen. White bright enough to be its own light. It consumed the view through the window. Decimated it. Show not even a spot to the side of that which was beyond comparison.  

It was a barrel. That clicked in his mind. Though it was hard to tell, that was the feeling of the thing, the bottom of the thing, not even an inch of the thing able to be viewed. The base of the shoulder larger than a boulder as its upward curve, cut short, at the top of the window—before it could even enter a curve.  

Then came the sounds of a dog.  

The boy blinked and looked behind him. His pet on the other side of the room, underneath his brother's bed, trembling into itself. Carrying his gaze to the bowl of water now splashed free of the substance. Yet a tongue lapped at water. And did so louder than the settling of violent winds.  

Shifting to the right of the window, the boy looked as far left as he could, to the shore, dwarfed beneath the mare. It was a mare. The expanse of her chest coming short of the water to allow her muzzle, like a bridge in a city, expanding far out of view. The sound of her snout tapping the surface of the water was sweet to hear.  

The boy finally had enough in being held back as he rose to the side of the window. Pulling on the lever there while pushing on the window, feeling it push out and up, allowing him to duck his head through. Looking out to the water, his eyes followed the side the feminine beast, it rolling to the horizon without losing size, remaining gigantic, regardless of how far out he looked.

Compressed was her softness, as it was now, bunched into itself.

The skyscraper lapped at the distant water, far beyond the shore, apparently though, not far enough. It was hard to see due to the distance. But the spread of her tongue dipped into the water, a smack, thundering waves despite its gentleness, dipping below the surface and emerging, milliseconds between the act, a pond of water collected on her tongue.

And she continued to do this as the gentle mare drank from the coast.  

The boy became mesmerized in watching her. Hanging from the window to see more out to her. Impossible was it to see over the steepness of her side as it ascended higher than his craned neck would allow. But he was more interested in watching her drink from the sea he was so scared of.  

Winds rolled as the morning finally came from over the water. Pipelines of mane, rich red and soft blue and sunny orange, casting into the air, wavering, provoking a hoof to tuck all behind the giantess's ear. The morning mare drank with closed eyes and an appearance of naturalism.

The boy flushed in a blush of the scent. Each breeze carrying the aroma of vanilla. Fresh and refreshing his lungs in the breath of something new. She was beautiful. Dimmed coat of white, no more, no longer, as the morning sunlight rolled across her immensity.

The width and pinkness of her tongue—looking like the back of a broad waterslide—rose from the water afar, coming to pull into the mouth unseen, only the side of her face exposed, calm and pretty. Slowly, though, the closed eyes open. Narrowed and disgusted as the mare came to push out her tongue.  

There was a cay, on the center of her tongue, clumps of wet sand, littered with seaweed, which critters scurried out from. Did her eyes cross in looking down at the collection on her tongue? The side of her one eye suggested it so.  

The mare turned her head, and very unladylike, spat the clump. It crashed into the wooden port, breaking through the bridge, starting a collapse across it, ships weighing to a side, due to a sudden heap of sand—capsizing a few.

Voices had become sounds to the boy as he looked behind him, the family joined around his bed, looking out and muttering princess. The colt tilted his head at that. Then covered his mouth before a chuckle. Faraway, the monstrous mare dived the tip of her tongue in the water, using hooves to splash water on it.  

Either cleaning her tongue.  

Or trying a strange way of fishing for sharks.  

And through covered hooves, the rolling distance between them, somehow, on the shoreline, the mare's head straightly lifted. It turned, slowly, revealing the side of her muzzle. An eye, wide, in facing her company; scarlet raced across the cheek beneath the orb.  

“O-Oh dear.” The giantess looked at them in horror and, given the last while, the boy couldn't help but sweetly laugh in irony. Her chest fluffed at the embarrassment and slowly lifted from the ground. “I didn't mean to disturb anyone. It didn't look like there were any homes here. And I—“

And she stopped in feeling multiple items dislodging from the tufts of her trunk. Tip of her muzzle aiming downward to catch the unintentional destruction. Huts and gazebos bound and endlessly wrapped in thick fluffs of white. Some kept locked to the jostling of her chest. Others falling, already crumbled, becoming nothing as patios slammed and rained across the beach.

“Um.” The blush of the beast increased as she smiled an awkward mile to the family. “J-Just a second if you do not mind.” In resting harder on her forelegs, they crunched into the sand, carving trenches out to water and not knowing, pushing on them to lift the front of her body. Her head swung down and hung upside down, seeing through the expanse of her belly, of the wood, dots of soot, planks cut in furs but too little for her eyes. “Oh no.”

“It's okay! It's okay Miss Princess Giantess!” The colt waved a foreleg nice and slow as the princess, with a titanic face looking across the underside of her body, saw over the tuft of her chest, and to the right of her foreleg, to spot him at the window. “It's only us here today! Rest of the fishers are in a nice resort! But mommy said we couldn't go—one family needed to stay behind.”

“Ah.” Her upside-down face was like the sun paying a visit. Immense waves of chromatic hair amassed beneath her head in a whirlpool of colours. “T-Thank you for telling me that. I am in your debt.” The majesty of her eyes, each burning a soft glow of violet, swept across the dimmed land crushed underneath her. “Though it wasn't my intent to put you in debt. Do I spot a rowboat? How horrible! Allow me to...”

She dropped onto a shoulder as it carved into the same, water flushing the dome at once, filling, as her hoof shot underneath her belly. Its curved edge contacted the boat into blowing into a cloud of brown—shooting too quick as to smash through the thing.  

Her ears flapped out and her face imploded in.

“O-Oh no! Oh dear! Dear oh dear! D-Do not lose hope! I am sure there are other m-means to make your livelihood as I send for o-others to fix things here!” Her body lifted from the ground to a height that looking up barely caught the view inside the boy's vision. Her head floated like a cloud whipping in place, wet mane furling in a twirl. “Aha! There! Woods just on lands!”

The bottoms of the hooves on the ground danced around, a thud and a thump, each time they stepped around, a show of amazement as the covering shadow twirled with it. She turned to the side as his view rose as only as high as her ankles. But in the space between the front and back of her legs, the woods set afar, usually blocked by buildings, were now exposed. Expansive and reaching a bit on the slope of the surrounding mountains that had isolated the fishing community.  

This, however, was meant, of course, with an unintentional effect.  

Though they could not see the magnitude to the base of the tail, its volume appeared on the other side of the barrel, below it, swiping to the turn of the girl. It crashed into the ground and slashed across it, the immensity of woodland, wiped, in a swipe of a tail.

The boy lost his breath in a laugh with clapping hooves following. Trees cracking at the instance of a whip of a prismatic strand, each swept and caught in the dense wall of hair, everything tangling, as it boomed left. Large resting logs, no more, in being passed over by tail, swallowed into its chamber, barren land remaining in her wake.

“See! Plenty of work remains here!” Her elbow entered the view in gesturing the totality of the former-meadow above the line of her foreleg. In hearing laughter, through, the hoof dropped as visible tips of mane swayed to the turning of a head. “W-What? But that isn't right! There was a whole—“

“Your tail! Your tail, tail, your tail!” The boy laughed with mirth while pointing to the distant waterfall of her tail, coming to feel a gaze, a gentle one, lay upon him. Then it passed as the monstrous hooves stepped forward, the march twisting into herself to look at her back. “See! You did all the work for us! Thank you!”

“Horrible! Oh I am so horrible! Please forgive me!” One foreleg returned to the sky and the boy, tired of not seeing the happenings there, tumbled through the window. Landing on the wood of the deck and looking up with a shake of the head, he saw the mare wrap a leg around her bottom, bunching it into volume. “Perhaps I can brush it all off! Or your family can explore and lumber work in the depths of my tail!”

Her head fell to him, not meaning to as it hung in defeat, muzzle pointed to the ground, eyes closed, a sigh incoming. Warm and strong as wind flushed over the hut. It lost some of the dense straw protecting it as bunches of the stuff flew with the breath. “That isn't right either. I hadn't intended any of this. Yet my fun has caused you all harm.”

The boy cocked his head and bore confusion until strolling forward. He looked to the hanging muzzle of the mare as it loomed like a mountain before him. Its closed eye twitched at sensing him come closer. “How come you're so big?”

“That? Side-effect of my desire for the day.” Her saddened eye opened to him, watching him approach, entranced only by him. “I fear you might be too young to understand little one.”

Reaching the front of her muzzle, he reached up a hoof, doing his best to smile. “Try me!”

“I fear... as though I have not been having much fun as of late.” Celestia dipped her muzzle into the sand, sinking a bit, pretending it was like a pillow to stuff her face into. “I have done well in governing my land. But I fear I grew tired of it. Bored even.”  

Her eye went to close, but stopped instead, in feeling a tickle to the side of her nostril. She focused on his beaming form. “But that makes sense! It happens to me all the time.”

The eye vaster than a pond blinked, repeatedly, its violet glow a touch brighter. “You have land you rule?”

“No—but my parents make me do chores!” The kid turned his head and looked away. “It's not that I don't like chores. But sometimes they make me do nothing but chores! They're good chores though. Our place stays clean and we can catch a lot of fish. But even then that makes me not wanna do them.”

The snowy muzzle flicked up and down in the sand. “I too have chores I must do but do not desire to do them.”

“But then, sometimes, my parents surprise me by saying we don't have to do any chores today!” The kid looked back at her with the kind of sincere mirth only a child could show. “Instead we wake up and have a big breakfast! Usually pancakes. Nobody has to work or do anything. We just play on the beach and do board games and sometimes even fish—but, like, relaxed fishing! The kind where you toss the fish back in.”

Seconds blurred as the titanic muzzle before him, wide and sweeping back to the mare's face, suddenly turned, catching him at its center, as both enormous eyes focused on him. The rest of her body rose from behind his head, a soft mountain rising, higher then he could even see. “And what of the chores when you go back?”

“I like them! I mean you kind of start to miss them after having too much fun.” The kid nodded as he went along in speaking what he felt. “You feel good as you're doing them. Until you start not feeling so great about them again. Then it's another day of only having fun and then everything is good again!”

Strong exhales blew from the nostrils and swept back the banks of sand behind him. “You are someone very wise for your age.”

“I'm eight!” The colt laughed and threw himself into the white cliff, rolling a bit on the snout, before stepping back. “So maybe you should have a fun day too! You did get all your chores done, right?”

“Indeed I have.” Her lips stretched beyond the corners of his vision, and though he couldn't see all of them, the mare's smile could be felt. “I've planned for this day for longer than you could know, little one.”

“Then you should have some fun!” The colt finally stepped back and dropped to all fours. “Though, if you can, maybe you want to be a tad smaller.”

“Not small?”

“It seems like you can have a lot more fun being big! But you should be careful.” He looked over his shoulder and at his hut, where his family was gathered, still flabbergasted by it all. Open mouths—some not knowing the patches of sand on their tongues. “Or else you might hurt somebody.”

“Right you are on that.” The muzzle inched out and back from the dome in the sand, rising to a height feet above him, the span of her face consuming his gaze, the lighting of her horn seen only by how it glowed on her face. “Which now leaves the matter of how to compensate you and your family for my troubles; a large number of bits are in order.”

“Hehehe! Will they be large like you as well?” The colt stepped back and reared up to catch the attention of the giantess. He held as big of a circle as he could between his arms. “Whenever ponies talk a lot of bits, I-I can never see that.”

“Oh?”  

“When they speak about a lot of bits, all I can see is one HUGE bit! Like really massive! Nearly as big as you!”

“The more bits...”

“The bigger the coin is!”

“Very well! The higher ones are made of gold after all.” Something zapped into existence. Saucer of a shadow over the land to the right. It dropped. Crashing to the launching of everything nearby. His hut jumped, before settling in place. “Here you are! One large bit composed of gold!”

The colt looked far to the right to see the curve of the coin, its side resting into a hill. It'd used to be taller, that was, until being flattened by the currency's weight. Large lines running upon its slope going around. Its glossy surface reflected its surroundings.

He looked back to the mare, who now rested on her front, forelegs crossed beneath her chin, which rested on them. She looked down at him with total amusement as her mane billowed out in regaining its life. “Wow! Thanks a lot! I wonder how we'll roll that to the store!”  

The giantess smiled. “You won't, silly.”

Something also boomed and poofed into existence as the colt looked at the lingering stars above. Below it was a pickax, metal long in a slope, halved by a beam of wood, so large in its impressiveness. “You'll use this! Chip away at the coin to get what you need.”

“Is it like fishing?!”

“Indeed it kinda is! But more immediate in that fact.” The mare rose to the rumbling of the land as the boy was jostled to rest on his back. It allowed him to see up to the height of the mare, who smiled down at him. “You hold it back like a rod and, when you're ready to go, you swing it forward!”

The pickax floated behind her and did the motion, slicing the sky, stars cut apart, the gleam of the metal possessing the glint of one. “You'll chip and get something right away as you—“

The pickax twirled down and curved back up to return to how it started, but in so doing, its tip slipped into the top of the mountain behind it. Sliced like a clump of butter as it was carried upward and, from the momentum, flung forward over the mare, whose eyes shrunk in watching it fly.  

In the distance came the crash and the bubbling of splashing water. Towering mare and little boy, facing each other, turned, slowly, to the sea. There was the severed mountain top, jumping in hops across the water, like a pebble skipping across the water, a sport played by kids. Soon it settled and bobbed and sailed outward like a polar icecap.  

“...once more... I am... so sorry...”

“Woah! So far!” The kid pumped up his forelegs after having stood seconds previously. “That was so cool! You must have set a record or something!” He looked over to the mountain range to its middle largely missing. “And it'll be easier to get to a village where Ace Base is!'

“Is that your friend?”

“Best hopscotcher around! I'll have to tell him about this!”

“Indeed you will.” Soon the pickax next to her, caught in a glow, had the light crash into it. Dwindling as it floated over to him, and in the time of reaching, no bigger than his foreleg. “But now I'm afraid it's my time to leave.”

“Aw! Do you have to?”

“Afraid I must in order to make good on your advice.” Her legs turned to the sea as her largeness was pointed toward it. “There is a threat set to appear later today. If I'm to have that fun you speak of before it arrives—I must embark now as opposed to later.”

The kid smiled and nodded up at her. “Okay then! It was nice meeting you... Princess Monster?”

She laughed. “That is right. Only one is allowed to call me that name in this kingdom and it shall be you.” Her long legs strode toward the water, gold of her regalia clacking on the surface of the water—before sinking into it. “Please. Once today is done and your family is ready. Come see me at Canterlot Castle. We'll take care of matters properly there.”  

Large waves splashed as her legs sunk further into the water, the greatness of her barrel lowering into it, finally coming into view, as she rolled out to the horizon. The boy stood dumbfounded at the side of his home. Quickly, though, he dashed to the port, across the bridge, to what planks remained. He wanted to see her for a little longer.  

“Princess Monster!” There he was as far he could go on the broken bridge, most of it falling into the water, shouting through joined hooves. His voice echoed across the water as, afar, the barrel of the mare sunk beneath the water. “I also forgot to say you're really pretty!”

The mare stopped afar, turning around to look at him, the beauty of her face, accentuated, in the orange and glow of the lifting sun. She smiled back at him with and wink and then a sticking of her tongue. “Give it a few more years and you'll think a little more than that!”

Happily the mare floated away.  

And the colt, scared of what immense monsters lurked at the sea, couldn't help but laugh, at seeing the beast sail like a duck across the ocean.