> The Gift Of Pleasure
>  by Miracle
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> The Goddess 
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You get back from your work, tired and sleepy. You get back to your room and notice a big box on the bed. Sighing in annoyance, you open up, to see a bunch of tiny ponies stuck inside, terrified. You also notice a big bottle of whiskey and a card inside. Curious, you take the card and read aloud:

"I tought you could use some relax. Do as you please. 
~Cr."

"D'awww, how thoughtful!" You say, smiling to yourself as you take the first pony, who seems to be really happy for getting out of the box. 

"Thank you! Thank you so much! Help us, please! We got shrunk, and I..." 

Unfortunately for him, he gets rudely interrupted, as you casually drop him to the ground. 

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks you, now too far away from your ears to hear his confused screaming.

You remove your slightly-dirty white socks, and hoofware... The pony below you felt slightly lucky after carefully avoiding all four of your massive, cold horseshoes, but he wasn't lucky enough to avoid the enormous, mile-long fabric from the sky that was your socks. 

You sigh in disappointment... He was so close! He got pinned on the third sock; this tiny pony showed promise, but obviously, you easily bested him. 

Now suffering a broken spinal cord, the tiny guy pinned underneath the woven material could barely see, with only slithers of light shining from the sky. 

You raise your hoof into the air, pretending nothing had just happened.

"Hey, where'd you go?" You sarcastically ask, making chills pass through the lost pony, nearby. Now, his only source of light was completely snuffed out, as your hoof slowly descended onto the floor. 

A nice, wet and squeaky sensation dribbles down your hoof, as you take extra effort to aggressively grind it into your sock.

"Oh, fuck yes!" You yell out loud, accidentally.

The sounds of his helpless screaming and yelping beneath your hind sole were muffled from his socked cover. The others didn't see what happened, but the sound was more than enough to tell them. You just keep on grinding your hoof, smearing a poor pony against your floor before walking to the counter, leaving a nice, long, sticky pool of crimson entails on your hoofware.

You couldn't resist! You lusted at the demand of another sacrifice to serve as your entertainment. Grabbing another, helpless pony from inside, you proceed to follow the same routine to your next victim, viciously dropping him onto the cold, wooden surface.

As expected, he's not too happy to be here, and if you could hear him, you'd be impressed at how vulgar his comments were towards you.

Surprisingly, this insect wishes to get as close to your hoof as possible: usually, they'd run as they could. (Which wasn't much)

The poor thing probably just wanted some help, but was unlucky to be just the perfect size to fit under your hooves.

He shouldn't have approached you, and now instad of help, he gets your massive, dirty soles over him, slowly pressing on his body.

"No, no! I'll do anything! Please, spare me!"

Silly! The tiny thing doesn't know begging and screaming won't help him. Maybe if you saw him as something more than a bug and a bit of entertainment? Maybe, but you don't, and right now, his whole life is worth as much as a minute of fun you get while he crunches under your sole.

You press on him slightly, just for a good tease: It's nice to make him know what's gonna happen to him. He even tries to kiss and massage your sole to gain your sympathy, trying to bargain anything for his trivial existence. But, you don't buy into his petty rubbing and licking, that is not enough. He's served his purpose, now here comes the fun part. You bite into your lower lip, as you immediately press down onto him, encasing him into the ground, hearing his insignificant body break under you. 

First, his silly excuse for legs bend and break. They're not much a challenge for your hoof. Breaking them elicits a lot of screaming... Harder and harder, you feel a series of little pops. His ribs are giving up! One by one, they just snap like twigs.

Now, you can finally feel the squishing sensation, like if you stepped on a bunch of grapes. His skin is still intact, but his organs give up quickly. Soon, his body resembles the anatomy of that of a water balloon, now filled with the gory, crimson soup that used to be his vitals and entrails. Some of it gets pushed out of his mouth, but he's in too much pain to realise what's happening, and you're enjoying it too much to care.

After one more twist, his skin gives up, and his entire body pops like a ripe grape, the poor pony's bones shatter like glass, ripping the skin off his sorry excuse of a corpse. His body bursts, its contents now spill around in messy fashion, forming a big splatter under your sole, covering your hoof with the warm, red, tacky substance, the pool slowly expands, leaking into the outer circumference of your hoof. 

However, if you were to lift your hoof, you'd see yet another red smear that used to be a pony. Maybe you could tell apart a piece of fur here or there, but everything else would be just a stain that will simply vanish by itself, after some more walking, until it slowly gets mixed with the dirt under your hoof.

The box fills with screams that are surprisingly soothing to you. Grabbing a glass you sit on the bed and grab a bottle of whiskey. Pouring yourself a glass, you strech out your tired legs, one visibly stained red. You kick the box, sending ponies out on the bed right at your hind hooves. 

"Clean them up, sugar; the best ones get to live" You say, leaning against your bed and closing your eyes in pleasure. It's not long before you feel about ten or fifteen of little tongues taking care of your hooves, as you wait for the tiny ponies around you to actually travel to your perfect body.

A smile creeps on your face as you feel the first pony stop licking and turning around to gag in disgust.

"Aww, look at you, darlin', are you tired of licking your friend's remains?"

You lean forward, grabbing him and some other random one and drop them in your drink. The two tiny equines squirm in the whiskey glass, struggling to stay afloat in the intoxicating beverage. You don't pay too much attention to them, as little fuckers at your hooves take notice, motivating them to work better. 

The next sip you take is the last one of both swimmers, you swallow one imidiately, feeling hims trugle in panic all the way down to your stomach, his final resting peace. The next one clings to your tongue and manages to stay inside your mouth. Bought himself few minutes. 

You move your tongue between your teeth and bite the tiny pony, his screams of pain muffled by your mouth. You can feel the crunching between your teeth as you chew him up like he was nothing more than an olive in your martini. A few bites and two molars is enough to stop the screaming, as his head pops and cracks in no time. 

Washing him down with another portion of whiskey, you feel the pleasant warmth taking over your body. Alcohol and slaughtering tinies were always the best mix. You grab three random ponies and bring them up to your face.

"You three. You've worked well. I think you deserve a reward."

With an evil grin you ram them up against your already wet pussy, smearing one of them on your lips. She screams in pain, but only momentarily... The last couple gets shoved into the glistering cave, along with their struggling, begging and screaming.

"Ugh... You know how to please a mare." 

You giggle, drinking the rest of your glass and pouring yourself another. Tinies at your hooves began to slack a bit, watching in horror as their friends gets mushed by your hoof as you masturbate. You look at them and squint, ordering them to get back to work.

"I don't remember telling you to stop, fuckers!"

Bending your legs, you catch a few between your hind legs and sandwich them, squishing them into red paste. The sound of their spines breaking and organs squishing makes your pussy flood with your juices, and unfortunately, you feel those inside stop squirming.

Annoyed by their failure to survive the little bit of cum, you grab a few that are now trapped between your legs and bring them closer to your marehood. 

"You either do a better job, or the last ones go up my ass, got it?" 

With that final threat, you push them in, immediately squirming in pleasure; now, they do a much better job, and even though your contracting pussy crushes one or two immediately, with the remaining ponies do their work. 

You take one of remaining ponies and press him against your clit. His squirms cause you to climax rather quickly, the wave of warmth cross your body and your pussy contracts. Those who were inside got turned into red jelly along with your love juices, and squished out of your mighty pussy onto the mattress. You unknowingly smear the one on your clit against it, but it's not like you'd care. 

You let yourself for a loud moan, arching your back and stomping hard on the bed with one hoof. It so happened you accidentally staomped out one fuck that tried to escape during your climax. 

You open your eyes, feeling whiskey and wonderful afterglow to take you over completely. Looking idly at the mess and three pitiful ponies left on your bed, you drink the content of your glass and strech out, letting more pinkish ooze flow out on the mattress between your legs. 

"You down there, clean it all up. you don't do well, and my ass will be your new home. You do well, I'll give you to a much nicer giantess, my friend, Middy. She'll treat you like her little friends, I'm sure of that." 

You smile to yourself. Giving them false hope was always entertaining. You feel your body slowly giving up to your tiredness as you close your eyes and slowly drift away, thinking of what you're gonna do with the next box you find, next time.