My name is Goldenfins. I was once your average orange Pegasus from Western Equestria. You might even call it Eq-West-Ria. Nobody did, but you might. In any case, you could hardly call me an average Pegasus nowadays, but let’s jump back to when I was, so you may get the whole picture.
It was an average day in Las Pegasus that morning. It was eight o’clock and already over 100 degrees. It was gonna be another hot one. Naturally, I did what I always did on hot days like that; I flew up high, where the air was thinner and the temperature cooler. I may not be the fastest flyer, but the distance I can travel on those wings is something to be sure. I flew up, and up, and up… before promptly hitting something hard. There was an odd sound, like a THUMP or a DONK or possibly a THONK. Definitely not a DUMP though. That’s something completely different. I didn’t have much time to think about it, though, because I promptly blacked out. I didn’t actually know what happened there until much, much later, but because it’s not some big reveal that would spoil the story, I’ll tell you. It was Princess Celestia’s chariot, flying unusually high (or perhaps I’m misjudging the distance I flew, it could be either one really). The Princess heard the THONK too, and soon after realized that a pegasus had hit her chariot. Apparently, she panicked, and tried to save me in any way she could, and cast the first spell that could come out of her horn. It apparently worked, because, well, I’m still here. From what I can gather, as soon as I came to, she knocked me out of the chariot, not exactly wanting to explain herself. This didn’t go well for me, because, although I can fly decently, I’m not very good at… slowing down. Especially when fighting gravity.
I landed with a profound lack of notable onomatopoeia, in an unfamiliar town. Not just unfamiliar, but also… much larger. Not so much in square footage, but rather in… scale. It appeared that I was in a Gulliver-esque scenario.
As I wondered how I went from the skies above Las Pegasus to this super sized town, my thoughts were cut short by a large, perfectly manicured white hoof knocking me down. I stood back up a moment later, and looked up at the owner of the hoof, to see a stunning white unicorn with a beautiful purple mane.
“Oh! What did I step in?” she looked down at her hooves with a disgusted look on her face, noticed me looking up at her, and stared right back. We did this for a while until she finally magic’d me up to her eye level. She kept on walking, still holding me at eye level for quite some time until we’d reached what I could only assume was her home. I imagine she used this time to think of lots of important things, mostly of what questions she would ask me, and how I could have theoretically ended up there then at this size. Once we were inside, she set me down on a table and she sat on a chair next to it. Eventually, she said something to me. “Hello. My name is Rarity. And you are?”. It was simple, yet she took about twenty minutes before she’d finally said it. It makes me wonder just what else she’d thought of before settling on that. Probably something along the lines of “what the heck even are you some kind of elf fairy pony?” But I digress.
“Goldenfins,” I responded “also where am I. The last thing I remember is flying above Las Pegasus… and being an average pony height”
Rarity giggled a bit and said “Sorry for that, darling, but your voice at your size is just adorable. It’s all high-pitched and squeaky, I just couldn’t help but laugh. Anyway, you’re in Ponyville.” She added, “I can’t believe I have my own tiny pony pet! The girls are going to get a kick out of you.”
Needless to say, the comment took me by surprise. It probably shouldn’t have, considering, well, if given the option, I’m sure most ponies would want to keep a smaller member of their own species as a pet. I should be glad she didn’t go for something a little more nefarious, like slave, or worse, snack. A good rule of thumb is that if it starts with S, it’s probably bad. Except for salamanders. And sandwiches. And surfing. On second thought, that may not be a good rule of thumb at all. Just forget I mentioned anything about S words.
What really worried me about the comment was the “girls” part. That implies more than one. There could be two more mares doing things to me later. There could be more. There could be, like, six total for all I knew! I can tell you right now I was thinking of one of those worse S words right about now.
A few moments later, Rarity asked if I was hungry. Well, I was, for one, but at that point I knew that, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about anything like that while I was here. I, of course, accepted her offer and soon enough she had a masterfully prepared meal for her all ready.
“I’m sorry I didn’t prepare anything for you specifically, I just… don’t know exactly how much you’ll eat at this size…” she apologized.
“Well, I don’t actually know either so um, yeah I guess I can just… eat some of yours until I feel satisfied?”
“Of course, darling, that’s alright.” She replied, nearly laughing at my voice again. I could literally feel the laughter in her voice. Suddenly, a knock at the door goes RATATATATATAAAA and a pink pony barges in blowing a horn BABABABABABAAAAA. This startles Rarity a bit, but oddly enough, not nearly as much as you’d think it would.
“Oh, hello Pinkie Pie, please do come in” Rarity says half-sarcastically as she gets up to greet her guest “I’m just having lunch, please have a seat and join us. There’s somepony I’d like you to meet.”
So she does. Pinkie Pie hops over to sit at the table. Without looking, she sits in a chair. Little does she know, the “somepony” she was supposed to meet was also in that chair at the time.
So I’m trapped underneath a pink earth pony’s plot. And she’s approximately twelve times my size (for scale, I ended up about the size of a little pony doll). This isn’t in my top five best possible places to be right now.
The pressure of this flank is asstounding. She’s still bouncing around, even while sitting, and I can hear muffled voices. But all I feel is this big pink butt all over me. I won’t lie, it was pretty kinky, even if life-threatening. I wouldn’t exactly want to do it again, but it actually was pretty hot the first time. Speaking of hot, her plot was also kinda sweaty, which caused me to stick to it once she finally stood up after what seemed like hours, but was probably somewhere closer to ten minutes. I still had one eye that wasn’t smushed up against Pinkie flesh, and through that, I could see Rarity. We saw each other at about the same time. She gasped and pointed me out to Pinkie, who immediately scraped me off with her hoof. I fell upon the ground and could see these two gargantuan ponies staring down at me. They looked like goddesses in that lighting.