A collection of size-difference related flash fiction. Unrelated and completely random nonsense.
The pieces in this collection are short, meaningless, and meant to make the reader laugh. Nothing but size-difference situations with a touch of dark comedy and references! There will be cuddles and crushes, kisses and bites, romance and disgust, life and death, clothing and nudity, ponies and anthros, even action and insanity.
>For now these are just VERY lewd, but I'm keeping it rated Mature in case that ever changes. >Most of these are spawned from 4chan nonsense. Thank you all for the ideas... weirdos ;P >Leave a like for Anon abuse!
Anon and his best pal Moth (who was actually an ant, his parents were kind of dumb) stared up in horror as Fluttershy's massive butter yellow ass came crashing down on them. It was kind of their fault, seeing how they were relaxing on the giant mare's favorite couch. In a mighty earthquake, the pair were obliterated before either could start running.
Which is good because in their last moments one of them would have inevitably tripped the other in a desperate attempt to save his own life. And betraying your best friend just before he dies is wrong and you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking otherwise.
Though the situation was less good for Fluttershy who would later come to realize she had killed two ants.
Rarity Cleans Up (anthro, micro, city destruction, unaware)
It was cleaning day and Rarity had spent the whole morning wiping down Sweetie's latest mess. There was dirt and mud all over the counters from some sort of arts and crafts project that had gone horribly wrong. In other words, Sweetie had accidentally opened a portal to another reality and brought a helpless human city into Equestria. However, said city was little more than dust to the naked eye.
Humans bowled over each other in the streets as they ran for whatever cover they could find. The massive white mare (who's finely combed purple mane remained a rare beauty even when it was covered in sweat) leaned over their worthless minuscule world. She raised her non-name brand disinfectant spray and its partner, Mr. Sponge, in preparation for the deed.
People pointed at the sky and screamed as the nozzle aimed for their skyscrapers. Then Rarity fired. A blast of droplets the size of lakes rained down. Buildings vanished. Humans were splattered by the sheer force. Even when the meteor storm of cleaning fluid ended the acid continued to melt their world into an even more unidentifiable soup.
Rarity's delicate manicured hand and the muscular Mr. Sponge quickly bulldozed over the remains and wiped them away. "Ugh," Rarity sneered in disgust, "this is the most dreadful mess ever spawned."
Anon dialed madly on his phone, furiously pounding the buttons. But nervous human was nervous and he couldn't press the right ones. He kept getting some old lady who couldn't understand him. "No, wrong number again!" he screeched. Darn first world problems.
A giant scaly purple leg dominated the world in front of him. Spike, the size of a planet, was ignorant of the flea sized human staring up at his backside and Twilight was busy miles away combing through her spell book, her muzzle wrinkled and her eyes narrowed in frustration.
"So why didn't it work, Twilight?" Spike asked again.
"I don't know!" Twilight raged at the dry pages, but their legendary stubbornness kept them from submitting to her demands. "Anon should have appeared right here in this petri dish."
"Maybe he's too tiny to see," Spike reasoned with a shrug. There was no reason to worry. Tiny humans weren't something for gem loving dragons to get worked up about.
"This microscope is capable of 400x magnification. He would be easy to spot!" she continued, slamming the book closed and rubbing her sore eyes with a shaky hoof.
"You need a break and maybe some tea," Spike suggested.
Twilight smiled "If you don't mind I would love some Spike. Ugh, I'm sure he'll turn up."
Anon screamed up at them, having tossed his useless phone aside. Maybe dragon or pony ears were really sensitive. "DOWN HERE SPIKE!!" Suddenly, the huge scaly leg was grinding the wooden floor as it turned. Then it soared towards him and landed with an earth shaking boom. Anon struggled to stay on his feet while the dragon's other foot came at him. A shadow engulfed his tiny body. His eyes widened, his throat locked up, and then he disappeared. A red stain no dragon or pony would ever notice.
The massive red digits plowed through the concrete high-rise. Chunks of stone and rebar were sent flying in all directions as humans fled from their new god. The smallest drops of sweat were raging waterfalls that flooded the streets and drowned the helpless mortals in warm salt water. Even those on higher ground found their lungs choked by the overwhelming foot musk.
Big Mac's evil grin didn't even quiver as he towered over them. He raised his foot, a single toe greater than the highest towers, and dangled it over a previously untouched suburb. The dark shadow made panicking humans freeze and stare up. Their new sky was covered in hair, each branch as thick as the cables on a suspension bridge. From that massive sole fell the twisted remains of vehicles and apartment complexes, raining on them like hail from hell.
A dog barked, chained to his doghouse while his masters fled. Then, with a single step, the world quaked and Big Mac's foot burrowed a dozen feet into the earth. Homes that hadn't been sunk into the ground around his foot cracked and collapsed. A rush of heavy air shot out in all directions. Men and women were thrown off their feet. Sirens wailed, but their pathetic efforts were meaningless.
A god does whatever a god wants.
How to Burn Humans with a Magnifying Glass (micro, cruel, fillies)
"You've got to angle it, Sweetie," Applebloom chided the other filly.
"I know what I'm doing!" Sweetie's voice cracked. She adjusted her grip on the magnifying glass, but her view of the tiny city didn't change. She huffed. "Maybe we should do this when it's warmer," she offered.
Applebloom scowled. "Give me that. I'll show ya how it's done."
Applebloom moved to seize the magnifying glass while hundreds of tiny humans watched uneasily below. Their skyscrapers gleamed in the morning sun, the temperature a pleasant 73 degrees Fahrenheit, while two massive furry girls with cone shaped ears and equine muzzles struggled for the view magnifier above them. The ground shook with their every movement. Eventually Applebloom cheered with victory while Sweetie crossed her arms and pouted.
"Now ah'll show ya," the country pony grinned. Aiming the glass just so, the sun's light was focused like a laser and began to cut into one of the concrete structures. A spot the size of a car puffed with smoke. Sticking out her tongue in concentration, Applebloom adjusted a smidgen more. BOOM!! Fire exploded from the middle of the building and people screamed.
"SEE! That easy," Applebloom laughed.
She then turned the handle and slid the laser across homes and businesses, each one lighting up like a box of matches in turn. A fire engine roared down the main road.
"Ooh ooh, get the red one!" Sweetie said while hopping in place, madly tapping Applebloom's shoulder.
Sweat dripped from the earth pony's forehead as she aimed. The metal immediately turned red, melted, and then the cab caught fire. Finally, it crashed into an old folks home which quickly turned into a raging inferno.
Applebloom let the laser fall on a random road, which began to melt, as she turned to Sweetie. "THAT is how you burn humans with a magnifying glass."
Celestia's Grand Canyon (micro, butt crush, unaware)
Anon stared at the spellbook skeptically. He didn't believe in magic, but it was such a thick book and on sale for only $9.93! What an unusual price! Normally prices ended in a 9 or a 5. But a 3? He just had to get it. But what was he supposed to do with it now? It was only good as filling on a shelf to make him look smarter. Shrugging, Anon began casually flipping pages.
"Flight, male enhancement, perfect woman, blah blah blah," he read off spell names tiredly. "Hey! Teleportation." Anon lowered the four-inch thick tome as a sudden spark of inspiration struck. "I could finally go see the Grand Canyon. Maybe even find my lucky pebble."
Motivated and just a hint excited, Anon flew out of his seat and began the Irish Ceremonial Dance of Spellcasting. Unfortunately, Anon was not Irish nor was he drunk enough to do the dance right. So he just ended up knocking over his coffee table and flopping on the floor in pain.
"Ow, giant shiny sun cheeks!" he cursed, clutching his injured knee. Suddenly, a bright glow consumed the room and the hum of ancient magic filled his ears. "Wait, I didn't name the destination!" Anon protested... even though he clearly had.
The next thing Anon knew, two fuzzy white orbs were hovering over him, casting a shadow over the land despite each bearing a simple picture of the sun. He blinked slowly up at the dominating presence. Then he stared into the dark crevice created where the two orbs mashed together, their weight unimaginable to someone so small.
Then the sky fell as Princess Celestia carelessly dropped into her throne. With an earth shattering boom, Anon's world became nothing but darkness, sweat, and pain.
"Time for another long day of work," Celestia mumbled to herself, wiggling in her seat to get comfortable.
Obey the Law Anon... or Else (micro, suggestive, panty trap, sweat)
"I'm going to have to punish you," Gem stated. Atop her rough sky blue mane, Anon was lazing on his back with arms crossed behind his head. Totally relaxed.
"Come on Gem," he scoffed. "We're, like, best friends. And friends don't punish friends for breaking the law. They join them."
"Celestia is my boss," Gem explained with a role of her eyes as she made her way up the street towards the castle. "And you painted graffiti on her statue."
"It was just a smiley face. I was trying to make her look more cheerful," Anon countered quickly, sitting up.
Gem walked silently for a moment. "I have my orders as a royal guard under her majesty."
"Yeah, but Celestia specifically stated 'you are free to enact whatever form of discipline you deem adequate'. And since we've been closer than two peas in a pod since day one, you can 'deem' no action necessary!" Anon reasoned.
Gem grinned. "How about a compromise then. I'll punish you like I did last time you broke the law."
"YES!" Anon cheered with a rapid fist pump. "Another ride in your panties!"
"But this time," Gem cut in, her grin turning evil, "it will be all day. While I'm on duty."
Anon's body froze, eyes widening with horror. "B-but you're posted in the courtyard. Which is outside. In July. In thick metal armor."
"Don't worry about me, Anon. I drink plenty of water."
Just as the tiny human tried to flee he found his body immobilized in a veil of blue magic. Passersby stared in wonder as the tiny human cried for help while his escort laughed.
That soothing heartbeat was so powerful, yet tickled Anon's ears so gently. That warmth radiated into his entire body, but not so much that he sweat. That fur was like silk under his palms and against his face, like an enormous bed. That scent drowned out all other smells and filled his head with glee.
Nothing beat hugging an amazon sized pony.
"Uhm, excuse me Anon. I'm really sorry, but my animals need me right now."
"Shh, don't talk Fluttershy. Just let me enjoy this a little longer."
Fluttershy looked around awkwardly before letting a small smile grace her lips.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Right?
So Fluttershy wrapped her wings tightly around the human and squeezed him to her chest.
Rarity stood on the sidewalk with a dull look on her face. She was dressed for a simple dinner party with Anon, who was equally well-dressed. Unlike Rarity, however, Anon was currently struggling with all his might to open the door.
"Just... a moment... Rarity. I swear I've almost got this," he assured her. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.
Rarity sighed, looking down at the human who only stood as high as her chest. Then she looked at the gold plated sign in the middle of the door. It read "PULL to open".
"I swear... they need to oil these hinges or something," Anon grunted as he continued to PUSH.
"Anon?" Rarity said quietly. "The sign says PULL."
Anon froze. Then he stepped back until the sign came into view. "Oh would you look at that!" he laughed awkwardly. He pulled the door aside and ushered the amazonian mare inside. "After you!" he cheered.
Rarity rolled her eyes. "You may not be bright, but at least you make life interesting."
Steve crawled out of the cave with a tired smile across his face. His pick was cracked and nearly broken. His leather armor was splitting at the seams. A skeleton's arrow jutted from his back. But cradled against his belly with a dirt caked arm were 10 sparkling diamonds.
"I'd call that a successful haul," he chuckled.
His joy quickly vanished, however, when he noticed the sun dipping below the horizon. Home was an hour away and their was no way his equipment would last the night.
"GEM!" he called, desperation evident in his voice. "Gem! Where did you go?!" Looking around the empty grass field, Steve groaned. "Fine."
He quickly pulled a carrot from his bag and waved it over his head. Immediately the ground began to quiver rhythmically. Like distant TNT explosions that gradually grew louder. Suddenly, what little sunlight remained was blocked by a massive white equine body.
Gem lowered her head down to Steve and grinned. "Is that carrot for me?"
"Only if you give me a ride home."
She giggled. "Okay."
Gem opened her house devouring maw and released a breathe of rancid air. Accidentally of course. Steve stepped forward bravely and tossed the puny carrot onto her waiting tongue. As Gem swirled the treat around her mouth and savored the sweet natural flavor, Steve moved around to her side and gripped the ladder that dangled from her back. Once he was seated on the plateau that was her saddle the large pony happily trotted towards Steve's cobblestone fort, her powerful stomps leaving behind barren craters the casual passerby might have mistaken as recent creeper attacks.
It was an impossible question to answer and Twilight couldn't help him, she had already refused to make a decision. But Anon couldn't do the same because he was small and they were big.
"Well, Anon? Whose ass is better?" Rainbow growled.
"And don't ya try and lie ta us neither," Applejack added.
Presented to Anon were a pair of moons. A blue one and an orange one. Two gargantuan asses that dominated his sky. He swallowed. Pulled on his collar. Wiped the sweat from his brow. Anything to buy time.
Anon had to think VERY carefully about this.
Applejack's ass was bulging with muscle. Hard and defined.
Rainbow's ass was fluffy with fur. Smooth and aerodynamic.
No, he couldn't pick one over the other. They were both great in their own special way!
"Oh no you don't!" Rainbow shouted, thrusting her rear against the table and knocking him over. Her massive posterior lumbered over him dangerously. "Mine is better!"
"Ah don't think so," Applejack protested, knocking Rainbow aside and pressing her own ass up against the edge of the table. "One of 'em has got ta be bet'r Anon. Come on and say it, it's mine!"
Anon mentally screamed. This was a royal mess. What happened if he picked the wrong ass? What would the loser do to him? Wait a minute. That was it! Maybe he should pick based on the outcome instead of his actual opinion and totally ignore Applejack's warning about lying.
She was the Element of Honesty, not a lie detector.
Whoever lost would probably be angry and crush him with said losing ass. Just to prove he chose wrong. So the loser should be the ass that posed the least danger.
But Anon's hand froze just before it could give "The Best Ass" award to Applejack. What if the winner decided to reward him?
Rainbow loved having her ego stroked and there was little doubt she'd give him something for picking her flank. And then there was Applejack who had really come to like him and his desire to be useful despite his miniature size.
Oh no, now a friendship could be on the line!
He grit his teeth, arm going limp. Anon was going to have a heart attack at this rate. What should he do? Whose ass should he pick? Earth pony or pegasus?!
Then, like a revelation from heaven, his darting eyes found an escape.
"Hurry up, Anon," Rainbow snorted.
"TWILIGHT HAS THE BEST ASS!!"
"What?!" everypony gaped.
Twilight's face lit up bright red. Her tail tucked between her legs. Her eyes grew as large as dinner plates. Applejack and Rainbow blinked in shocked silence for several moments.
"Twilight has the best ass!" Anon shouted again, crossing his arms confidently.
Yep. Nopony could hope to compete with the magically enhanced ass of an alicorn princess.
"You're coming to visit me?" a female voice scratched through the mic.
"Yup!" Anon quipped.
"How? You do realize I'm in orbit, right? You can't just walk out to me."
"Seriously Star? NASA has been wanting to send a mission to you ever since you got stuck."
Star didn't reply for a few seconds, but when she did, her words poured out faster and higher pitched. "I am NOT stuck. I'm just enjoying the view. Earth is a beautiful planet after all."
Anon chuckled. "Regardless Miss Capable, NASA couldn't tell your boyfriend no. So I'm on my way. Though I will have to take some measurements and stuff. All part of the training I've been telling you about."
"Boyfriend? You mean... you think... you want to be... oh Anon, I'd love to go on a date with you!"
Anon shook his head with a silly smile on his face. Star could be a little slow sometimes. "I'll be there in an hour or so. See you soon, babe."
With that, astronaut Anon clicked off his mic and proceeded to flip switches and turn dials. Within minutes he was rocketing high into the atmosphere. Above the puny continent he called home. Above the cotton fluffy clouds that constantly blocked his view of the sunset. Above everything except his massive marefriend.
Shooting Star was a pony. And an asteroid. And, as of 2 years ago, Earth's newest satellite. At almost 10 km long and roughly 8 km tall, Star was a gentle gray mare with a mane of long straight icicles. Her eyes were green islands that carefully scanned the depths of space for Anon's rocket. Once she saw the little bug of a craft her face lit up with a bright smile and her ears perked. She waved one of her huge legs excitedly, as if trying to grab his attention.
As Anon raised his hand to click on the radio again he began to wonder. She doesn't have a radio... so how have I been talking to her?
Foolish Anon, don't question the powers of giant mares from outer space.
Avoid the Breast Ledge Dumby (anthro, Milky Way, cleavage, unaware)
"Tell my wife I said hello!" Anon hollered just as his failing balance sent him backwards over the ledge.
The next thing Anon knew, he was rolling down a hill of cream colored fur as it gradually became steeper and steeper. Slipping further and further down into the canyon as another furry wall closed in from the opposite side.
"Is this the end?!"
Suddenly, his legs were wedged into a crevice, trapping him in place. He grunted, arms flailing uselessly over his head as he slid down between the two cliffs of flesh.
"You okay down there?!" Mouse yelled.
"Yeah! Just get her attention... or something."
Mouse blinked. "How?"
Above the pair, Milky Way, owner of the world's largest cleavage, stared tiredly at a television. Currently playing was a badly made Daring Do cartoon rip off that was slowly putting her to sleep.
"I don't know," Anon whined as he squirmed in place. "Dance on her nose or something."
"O-okay," Mouse saluted dutifully.
Milky yawned and scratched a nipple through the fabric of her pajamas which made her entire bust jiggle. Her bra creaked from the strain of keeping so much breast in check. Deep in her cleavage, Anon howled as delicious mountains of boob flesh tried to smother him. He could feel his body preparing to pop like a grape when the pressure suddenly released.
"Make it quick Mouse!"
Mouse dashed up the hill of Milky's bust, stumbling after a few steps and forced to crawl the rest of the way.
With a handful of fur in each hand, he grumbled. "Note to self: magic hates humans."
With that, the mite sized man continued on his mission to get Milky's attention and save his best friend.
Shining the Cruel God (micro, cruel, extinction, vore)
Shining Armor delicately balanced the tennis ball sized world on his dark hoof, an evil grin dominating his muzzle as he twisted it back and forth. He snickered as his new godly powers allowed him to hear the mass of panicked noise coming from the populace. Sweat from the bottom of his dirty shoe evaporated into a dense fog of musk that penetrated the helpless planet's atmosphere and bathed the world in a cloud of his masculine stink.
Comfortable as he was on his throne, forged from the many skulls of his enemies, Shining could feel the hunger growing in his belly. He hummed in thought as 7 billion humans choked in the streets and fought for gas masks. Leaders desperately fired every nuke they had, but God Shining easily swatted each germ sized missile away, their multi-megaton detonations hardly felt against his enormous hoof. Eventually the pleas for mercy began to die down as the humans slipped from this world, suffocated on his essence.
Bored, Shining quickly tossed the ball onto his tongue and slurped it down. Patting his belly happily, Shining laughed.
Nothing started a day better than a well balanced breakfast.
Anon just sat there in his button shirt, chin resting on his laced fingers, smiling away. His amazon pony waifu sat across from him with her enormous muzzle buried in a plate of spaghetti. Dating 10 feet of earth mare from another planet could be tough, but seeing her smile every day was worth it.
Seeing her pig out on "exotic human food" was even better.
Eventually, she had had her fill and wiped her face in an attempt to hide her blush. Anon knew ponies could eat, but he hadn't realized earth ponies could REALLY eat. The table was covered in extra large plates stacked on top of each other like Lego bricks.
"Your bill, sir," a waiter in a dark tuxedo stated dryly before scurrying away.
Anon was mildly bothered by the length of paper he had been handed. Maybe fancy restaurants just loved wasting paper. Then he felt his brain seize and his breath catch while his waifu continued to rub her extended belly contently.
"Honey, today I'm going to teach you the secret to getting free food," Anon explained quietly.
The earth mare's ears perked and she leaned in to better hear his great words of wisdom.
"First, we eat until we're full."
She looked down at the plates she had cleaned. "I think we've done that one."
"Next, we both get up very carefully while I put on my coat."
She looked a little confused as she rose to her hooves and he put on his jacket.
"Then we check to make sure no one's looking..."
She gave the restaurant a once over and nodded when she didn't see any eyes on them.
"Then..." Anon whispered, making her lean in real close. "RUN LIKE HELL!!" he shouted.
The pair then dashed for the exit like the building was on fire.
Anon dove over tables and under serving trays and his waifu galloped right behind, laughing the whole way. Though they never again ate at that particular restaurant...
Anon looked up from his magazine with a bored expression. "Yes."
Rarity pouted. "That is hardly a gentlecolt thing to say."
Anon yawned and checked his watch. "Maybe not, but we've got to get going soon."
Rarity stomped a hoof, which was more of an explosion for the ant sized man. "I can't go unless I'm beautiful!" she whined.
Anon rubbed his temple. "Looks aren't everything. Why not wear something useful."
Her head tilted cutely. "Hm?"
"Heck! Why not dress as a clown with an eye patch and a mustache! No one at the Gala is actually gonna care."
Rarity scowled. "Anon, your suggestions are exceedingly rude and very hurtful."
Anon shrugged. "Eh, I prefer being practical over fancy. Whatever it takes to get you out that door faster."
Rarity thought for a moment before an evil grin spread across her muzzle.
As her thunderous steps grew louder, Anon looked up with confusion.
"You've given me a SPLENDID idea, Anon."
"Finally," he sighed. "Does that mean we'll be going soon?"
Sometime Later
"RARITY! This isn't funny. Let me out!"
Rarity giggled as she pranced to the train station. "Hush you. This way we save a ticket. Practical, right?"
Anon grumbled and crossed his arms inside Rarity's crystal necklace. The worst part of being a prisoner? The diamond walls distorted everything into a single ugly blur. How was he supposed to enjoy the party now?!
"Sure, I can spare some change for your pathetic kind," Filthy Rich sneered down to the tiny human. He then reached into his bag and tossed a single coin high into the air. Then, without even waiting for it to come down, the snooty pony turned and began trotting away.
Anon stared up into the sky as the ominous shadow danced. Suddenly, his eyes widened when he realized where it was going to land.
What Rich lacked in manners, he certainly made up for with his aim.
The mite sized human ducked down and covered the back of his neck for whatever good it would do him. Then the meteor sized gold piece crashed down, sending a shockwave out in all directions. Anon was splattered into red paste, a quick and probably painless death.
The bit bounced several times along the ground before rolling to a stop and falling over. Some time passed and a young filly happened upon the same coin. She smiled at her luck, but when she turned the piece over and spotted a tiny red dot, she scratched her head. Eventually she shrugged and rushed home, eager to add the bit to her piggy bank.
Steve sat in his chair peacefully reading a book. A warm fire crackled next to him and Lowen, his pet wolf, snoozed on the red carpet. Outside the window a full moon cast a faint glow over a grassy landscape. Even though ominous shapes scurried and lumbered in the darkness, the house remained quiet.
That is until the walls unexpectedly shook and streams of dust drifted down into the man's eyes. He sneezed in response, waking Lowen who yipped as his ears perked. A rumbling voice, distinctively feminine in nature, echoed through the wall.
"Steve? Are you asleep?"
Steve rolled his eyes, slipped a bookmark into his place, and patted Lowen assuringly as he made his way through a door on the other side of the room. Moments later Steve had navigated his way to the stable of the base. Nothing too special. Cows and pigs waddled around sniffing at mud. A chicken pen that could use some cleaning. Not to mention the multitude of fluffy sheep who refused to quiet down for more than five seconds. Steve was tempted to bust out the old shears and shave the whole flock right then and there.
Yet another door waited past the pens and, as Steve opened it, the ground vibrated again. The room was huge and from the ceiling hung dozens of glowstone lamps set at regular intervals. The distant walls were almost a hundred meters across and the floor was bare dirt. There were no cages, or fences, or walkways. His giant horse, a mare named Aegis Gem, called this room her home.
"Steve!" she singsonged, her voice deafeningly loud.
The man looked up at the 30 meters of equine in front of him and sighed. "Yes Gem, what is it?"
"Can I go out and play?"
Steve scratched the back of his head. "Gem, I don't want to spend tomorrow filling in all the craters."
"But you get tons of bones and arrows," she whined childishly. Her tail flicking back and forth sounded like a flag waving in a monstrous breeze.
Steve looked up at her huge pout and puppy-dog eyes. "Oh alright. But try to keep the craters... to a minimum," he relented.
"Yeah!!" she cheered, the gust of air knocking Steve off his feet. Then she did a quick prance around her room, cracking the ground and making the house quake.
Steve chuckled to himself and moved in the direction of the front gate towards a single uninteresting stone button. He pressed it before stepping back as the huge mare flashed a toothy grin and waited for the iron doors to open. Ten seconds later, Steve could feel the tremors powering through his legs and hear the sound of monsters being crushed under several tons of hoof.
"Gem, are you sure you're not part cat?" Steve thought aloud with amusement.
Anon twirled and twirled, arms high as he screamed for joy. Bits, each the size of a house, crashed down around him. He was rich rich RICH!! The world was his. Houses, cars, mares! His crazy business venture had worked and now he would buy Canterlot itself! He wa--
His internal celebration abruptly ended as a golden coin crashed down on his frail human body. A tiny splotch of blood dribbled across the wooden floor. "Uhm," the maid high above him droned nervously. "Do I still get paid for this?" she asked innocently, a bag half-full of bits still held over her head.
Braeburn the Tease (micro, suggestive, hoof sweat)
Anon fell to his knees, begging for mercy. "Please, I've learned my lesson."
But his pitifully small voice was impossible to hear for the 10 miles of blue fur and fat that was Mrs. Cake. Her twirled strawberry mane bounced as her scowl deepened.
"You wanted to ogle my ass?" her voice boomed. "Allow me to give you more ASS than you could ever handle!"
With that, the great milf turned around and a darkness coated the land. Anon raised his head, his eyes widened, and his body trembled.
Then, like the wrathful fist of god plummeting from the heavens, her double moons came crashing down on his world.
Alcohol + Lyra = Mass Destruction (micro, city crush)
Lyra groaned, pressing a hoof to her aching head. "What happened last night?" she mumbled.
Suddenly, Bon-Bon burst through the wooden door of their living room and trotted in. She then proceeded to glare at her. However, Lyra's migraine prevented her from noticing the glare.
"Morning Bon. Ugh, where am I?"
The mare's eyes hardened even further at the unicorn as she continued to lounge on the couch. "Home. You and Berry had a party last night over on Earth."
"Oh yeah!" Lyra grinned at the memories. "Those humans sure know how to have a good time."
Bon growled. "You passed out on top of Detroit!"
Lyra stared in horror at the other pony. "I did? Oops."
"Oops is right. Look at this ticket we have to pay!"
Lyra went cross-eyed as Bon-Bon pushed a piece of paper against her muzzle. "That is a lot of bits," Lyra mumbled. "But if I demolished a whole city, why am I getting off with just a ticket?"
Bon-Bon deadpanned. "You smashed DETROIT. Not like it was a major loss."
All Hail Sunbutt (amazon, Anon, ass worship, cults)
The meager human turned to the gold clad soldier with a look of shock.
"You want me... to bow? To that?" he asked, gesturing to a statue of Celestia's bubbly rear. Complete with her solar cutie mark.
The white stallion scowled. "Why not? It is a wondrous gift."
Anon blinked. "You worship Celestia's ass?"
"That's PRINCESS Celestia's ass!" the guard barked.
"No! That's stupid"
All the ponies around him whose faces were pressed to the ground gasped. "Heresy!" somepony cried.
"Now now everypony," a calm unicorn in a brown monk's garb spoke as he trotted onto the scene. "Mr. Anon hasn't yet experienced the greatness of Celestia's flank. Surely he will convert if we merely allow him to feel it."
"But, High Priest, would Her Grace really allow a nonbeliever such an honor?"
"I am not touching any horse's smelly backside," Anon stated defiantly with his arms crossed.
"If it means saving his soul, I cannot imagine Princess Celestia refusing."
"This is ridiculous! I am out of here--hey!"
Against his will, the mob seized his arms and had already dragged him halfway to the castle.
The Anons had long since forgotten what it was like to live in a cage. Probably because they loved the cage so much. It was safe. Predictable. The ultimate man cave.
Then, one day, they were reminded of the cage. Reminded why they never left.
There was a great flash of white and a massive crackle that split the air. Like lightning on steroids. Then, appearing over the top of the 50 meter wall, SHE appeared.
The gleaming head of the pony princess, pristine fur glimmering in the sun.
Celestia the Bringer of Friendly Death.
Ears and windows quaked as her booming voice rung across the cityscape. "Have you made any friends today?"
No Anon dared to move. Terror held them all in place. Celestia frowned.
"That's no good. Don't worry though, I know what the problem is."
The walls of the city vibrated as one section suddenly exploded. Stones were thrown 100 meters and a dust cloud rose from the breach. A massive golden clad hoof quickly retreated back through the hole to the outside world. Celestia smiled.
"Now you can make all kinds of new friends!"
As Anons screamed and ran, one peered into the fog that temporarily obscured the gap. The shadows of giant equines slowly waddling forward would forever scar his retinas.
"The ponies are coming," he whispered with horror.
That was a day no Anon would ever forget.
***que epic theme song***
The Mailman Meets Epona (macro, mailman Anon, Epona)
Anon jogged along the dirt path with a red postman's cap seated firmly atop his head. He was mailman. Well, a mailman's apprentice technically. It was only his third day on the job and he had been entrusted with an entire bag of letters to deliver. Not too many though, he still had to prove himself capable of traveling and protecting the mail on his own.
However, his boss had given him a real test for today. In addition to the bag hung over his shoulder, under his other arm was a package with a Triforce seal on the front. The tag said it was to be delivered to the castle "IMMEDIATELY".
So here he was. An amateur walking 10 kilometers (6 miles) unarmed with a box blatantly labeled for the highest power in the land. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Anon paused mid-step. His eyes flicked back and forth. A low thumping sound filled his ears, but it was quickly getting louder. The ground began to shake. The only tree in sight swayed ominously despite there being no wind. "That figures," Anon groaned. Bad things always happened to him at the worst of times. Turning around, Anon was quickly rendered speechless. A massive chestnut colored equine was galloping in his direction.
The mare had a strong build loaded with muscle and a mane of glowing silver that waved behind her like a flag. From her knees down to her ebony black hooves was a strip of pearly white fluff and along her flank was a hint of a cutie mark he couldn't quite make out. Her huge blue eyes were focused on the horizon even as the large leather bags that hung from her sides bounced violently with her rapid movement.
But her most defining characteristic was most certainly her size. Because she was a 30 meter (100 ft) behemoth galloping her way along the narrow unpaved trail! Her hooves alone were 5 meters (16 ft) across and they pounded at the ground with enough force to drive craters into the soil.
Anon was frozen in place. What was a pony doing in Hyrule? More importantly, why wasn't he getting out of her way?! The mare was practically right on top of him and he had yet to move.
Finally, when a great ebony hoof was just about to crush him, Anon's instincts kicked in. He dove to the side with a girlish scream and slid into the grassy field on his belly. What felt and sounded like an explosion went off behind him and his body shook with the ground. Chunks of dirt and rock rained down on his back as he threw his hands over the back of his head to try and protect himself.
However, his cry had not gone unnoticed and the huge mare quickly slowed to a brisk walk before stopping several dozen meters ahead. Her head swiveled about as she searched for the source of the squeak she had heard. Meanwhile, Anon rose with a nervous tremor. The human looked back at the road and the hole he would have been lining if he hadn't moved.
Then, with horror, Anon realized something even worse. The package he was supposed to deliver to the castle was gone. He spun on his heels to search for it in the tall grass but immediately realized what had happened. He must have dropped it just as he dove for cover. Right where that mare stepped.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Anon screamed, falling to his knees in sorrow.
The mare's head snapped back in his direction, her eyes falling upon the dents she had been leaving in her wake. She blushed at her carelessness then carefully turned around to approach the little human. "Are you all right? I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
Anon looked up, mildly intimidated by her scale. Humans and ponies had shared a... tense relationship for a few generations now. These days peace was maintained by one simple rule: ponies stayed on their side of the border and humans stayed on their's. Being the first time he had ever seen, let alone spoken to a pony, Anon was understandably at a loss for words.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, laying down in front of him.
"No."
She analyzed him for a few seconds. "Okay. Well... could you direct me to Hyrule Castle then?"
"Wha-? Wait, what are you doing in Hyrule?" he asked.
Her body became rigid. "I've been tasked with delivering a new trade arrangement to your king. Please, this is an important matter and I don't have a great deal of time to chat."
Anon looked back at where his super important package had been destroyed. It wasn't her fault. She had something important to deliver too. Maybe even more important than his stupid little box.
An imaginary light-bulb suddenly appeared above Anon's head.
"I know where the castle is!" he declared, making her flinch in surprise. "I was actually heading there now. I could show you the way."
This was perfect. Escorting an ambassador to the capital. He'd be famous!
Unless negotiations broke down and war was declared. Then his name would go down in infamy as the idiot who led the enemy straight to the front door.
As he went through mental pinball, the mare began to feel awkward. "Um... excuse me. I think it would be best if you just pointed me in the right direction. No offense, but you're kind are a lot slower than us."
"I can't do that! Send a woman off by herself," Anon asserted.
The mare raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure I'll be fine."
"No way. I must ensure you get to the castle for this important historic event."
"With you setting the pace I'll never get there," she mumbled, though it was still fairly loud for Anon.
"Then I'll just have to ride you," he concluded to the mare's shock.
"Pardon? I don't even know who you are. You're not getting on my back."
"My name is Anon. Postman. At your service."
The mare blinked. "The postman wants to be my bodyguard?"
He scoffed. "I am a well-trained postman I'll have you know, miss."
"My name is Epona, captain of the Queen's Guard."
"You don't act like a captain. You're not even armed."
"It's hard to feel the need for a weapon around you adorable little humans," she said with a smug grin.
He huffed. "I think you're a little rude to be an ambassador."
Derpy and the Recliner (micro Anon, unaware, butts, fart)
Anon was the product inspector for Quills and Sofas. Davenport was a great boss and made sure Anon was never in the store at the same time as the customers. You know, so he wouldn't be sat on by accident while he worked. Did I forget to mention he was 1/2 a centimeter tall? It made him good at enforcing high standards though.
It was early morning, before the store opened, and Anon was busy inspecting the seat of a green recliner when a knock came at the front. Davenport answered it. One extra cheerful Miss Derpy Hooves stood in the doorway. Atop her head sat a blue mailmare's cap and over her back rested an important package.
Davenport and Derpy conversed for a moment, but Anon ignored them. His work was important and their booming voices were pretty distracting. Though he did catch something about Davenport having to sign for the package and Derpy not having a pen on her. Davenport invited her into the showroom while he rushed into the back to grab a writing utensil.
While she waited, Derpy noticed how tired she was from the morning rush and the uncomfortable bubbling in her tummy wasn't helping. She eyed the various seats available to her and saw no harm in planting her plush rear in one.
Anon's world was suddenly cast in a foreboding shadow. Turning around, he quickly choked on his own tongue. Derpy's planet-sized gray rear and rough blond tail loomed above him. He stared into the abyss of her crack until it was crashing down around him with a mighty quake.
Pinned, helpless, and groaning in agony. Anon could do nothing as his body was pressed into the fabric of the recliner.
At that moment Derpy felt a stirring in her stomach. She squirmed in discomfort, wishing it would go away. Then the young pegasus farted.
Anon was certain he was going to melt in the toxic gas that engulfed him.
Such was the unfortunate life of a chair inspector.
Research Log 39 (micro humans, academia, cruelty?)
The specimens have proven remarkably difficult to pacify. Discounting the initial panic, the populace has made 11 "major" attempts to escape and innumerable "minor" attempts to escape. Despite various promises and many lucrative incentives, the humans stubbornly refused to be controlled. Rebellion has been a near constant complication.
Remarkably, it has now been 37 days without a major incident. The secret was electricity. Humans rely on it to run their communities and this researcher thought herself exceedingly kind in providing this modest commodity to make their new surroundings feel more welcoming. The hardest lesson I have had to learn during this study is that in the quest for knowledge one must sometimes be cold. It brings me no pleasure, but now whenever the humans try to escape I take away their electricity.
Since implementing this negative reinforcement major escape attempts have ceased and the specimens are proving much more cooperative. When the threat of severe consequences hangs over them like me the human drive to resist can be subdued. However, I feel it is still too early to draw this conclusion. It is entirely possible they are simply taking their time for the next big escape attempt.
Report Prepared By: Princess Twilight Sparkle
Notes: *Current Population: 1,365,584 *I wonder how a large pony city might react if placed in a similar situation
Celestia slowly munched on a mouthful of oats while a golden staff rotated in her magic grip.
"What is it?" Luna pondered aloud from across the dinner table.
"I believe it is the Theos Scepter," the solar princess replied quietly. "Some archaeologists brought it in a few minutes ago." She took a bite from her banana.
Luna's face scrunched in thought. "I do not believe I am familiar with this legend."
"It's something about granting ultimate power to one who is worthy," Celestia explained with a dismissive wave of her hoof. "Though it feels warm to my... magic."
"So it must be enchanted," Luna hummed. "Have you considered testing it?"
Celestia shrugged. She pointed the staff at a far wall and allowed her energy to flow.
Immediately the white alicorn felt a vacuum sucking her forward. No. The staff was absorbing her!
It happened so fast she didn't even have time to scream. Or finish her breakfast.
When she awoke, nothing was as it should be.
Princess Celestia's fur shown with all the heat and power of a star. She had also been relocated deep into outer space and around her was a black emptiness dotted with billions of distant tiny lights. Additionally, several spherical objects were slowly rotating around her. Nine to be exact, though that last one was REALLY tiny and REALLY far away.
Celestia was a wise pony and she put the pieces of the mystery together in a nanosecond. She determined that the Theos Scepter had turned her into a star! Complete with her own planets!
"A princess-shaped star... this is new," Celestia remarked. However, when her breath drifted into space as a cloud of super-heated plasma, the mare gasped. Which released more plasma. "Whenever I speak--stop it! No I did--SHUT UP CELESTIA!!"
The new solar goddess finally covered her mouth with her hooves. Releasing radiation into the abyss may not have been a serious safety concern, but she had no way of knowing if the planets that now circled her supported life. She couldn't risk it.
That's when an ominous bubbling vibrated her lower gut, sending the princess wide-eyed. "Oh no," she whispered, releasing anther wisp of plasma.
Pressure began to build in her hindquarters. Regret raged in her mind. Those darn bananas tasted too good, but they had always been a trap. Now they posed a threat to entire planets. She had to hold it in at any cost.
Her anus began to hurt. Celestia could feel herself bloating. The gas was threatening to tear her insides apart. The alicorn sweat. She held her breath. The mare prayed.
Then the star-sized goddess farted.
Even in the silent vacuum of space she could hear it rumble like a fog horn. Her face glowed red as her ass erupted an enormous cloud of solar wind that rapidly expanded. Turning her head back, Celestia could only watch in horror as the burning orange miasma barbecued a tiny blue and green planet that had the great misfortune to be passing behind her at that moment.
The oceans rapidly evaporated and the once green continents turned an ugly black as fire rained from the skies. Then the planet turned red and brown as landmasses melted under the inferno and magma flowed. The once beautiful delicate pearl was rendered nothing more than a smoldering mass of rock and fire.
Celestia stared forward. "Oops." A jet of fire fluttered from her mouth. "STOP TALKING!!"
One: Rainbow Dash was hot, especially when she was all sweaty.
And B: Pan, that horny god of lust, was looking out for him.
How did he know Pan was sympathetic to his twisted desires? Because a new gym had recently opened its doors in Ponyville and of course the world's number one athlete was going to go. Every. Single. Day.
Anon lost count of the times he stood outside the window, admiring that blue pegasus. He could never ask her out though. She thought he was weak as a pencil, if the periodic insults she casually tossed his way were any judge. So the only other course Anon could use to reach some lesser heaven was to constantly renew his mental image of Rainbow's amazing booty. The way her shorts would sink deeper and deeper into her crack. It was torture to always look but never touch. To grope those flanks without dying was every Anon's wet dream. Who knows how many hours his dark mind calculated and schemed.
Then Anon had a brain blast.
Zecora had been curious. Then concerned. Then reluctant. Why was she making a shrinking potion?
To save Christmas of course!
After getting his potion, Anon rushed back to Ponyville, leaving one utterly clueless zebra in his wake. She wouldn't have understood anyway.
Anon amused himself by stirring the little vial of green liquid as he waited outside the gym. It was strange how potions always shimmered in the light. He remembered Sparkle Butt mentioning something about all enchanted items glistening when exposed to direct sunlight. Eh, didn't matter. What did matter was the sight of Rainbow Dash, bag on her back, prancing towards the gym.
He'd have to be smooth. Discrete. As stealthy as a six foot hairless ape in a world of miniature ponies could be.
With skills honed from his countless hours playing Assassin's Creed, Anon stalked the blue mare around the gym and into the back. Only stopping when she passed through the doorway into the mares' locker room. It was then his plans were almost ruined when Bulk Biceps happened to be passing by and exchanged a friendly shout to the human. Anon returned the greeting with a very nervous wave.
Anon next took a moment to evaluate the situation. No other pony in the gym had taken notice of him creeping outside the locker rooms. Good. To prevent Bulk from ignorantly spilling the beans to anypony else, he'd just have to take him out later. To dinner of course. Bribery was just as effective as assassination, but far more legal. For now however, Operation Rainbow Trench Diver was a go!
Anon downed the vial. It tasted pleasantly of Mountain Dew. Then he waited. And waited. Dang it! If the potion didn't kick in soon, he wouldn't have enough time to sneak into Rainbow's pants.
"I could have sworn Zecora said this stuff would work--"
Zoop!
And then Anon was tiny. Like, the size of an ant. Which was perfect! With the speed of a trademarked hedgehog in red shoes, the human dashed through the archway, over the smooth ceramic tiles, and into a space reserved only for members of the female race. It was no surprise that the now massive changing area was lined with lockers and split into "halls" by even more lockers. And at his new scale, they were as large as the Statue of Liberty. It was like an invasion of dull gray metal lockers!!
Rainbow's scratchy voice was like the roar of a distant waterfall. She was completely absorbed in a conversation with somepony. At only a single centimeter (half an inch) tall, it was hard to make out what Rainbow was saying. Though his concerns about their verbal nonsense were tossed aside when he turned the corner. There, right on the floor, was Rainbow's shorts!
"Jackpot!" Anon cheered as he rushed forward, not paying the two mountains of mare any mind.
Rainbow's exercise shorts were pure black silk and slightly deformed from months of constant use. Apparently, Rainbow had just removed them from her sports bag when Cloud Kicker had pulled her into a chat about next week's weather. So now they lay on the cold tile floor, ripe for invasion. Helpless against his Level 90 Stealth Skill.
Anon almost burst out in evil laughter as he reached the rim. The elastic band was a little heavy for his minuscule arms, but he only needed enough room to crawl in. After a few moments of struggling and blindly squirming in the dark, Anon collapsed. A heavy sheet of cloth weighed him down, but the sweet cushion below his cheek was perfect for rubbing. The human caught his breath while happily caressing the enclosure around him. The smell of Lilacs would keep him company as he waited. That and the boring drone of the giants' dull gossip.
"Anyway, I'll let you get to your workout, captain."
There were a few earthquakes as Rainbow approached. His heart rate soared. Finally, his prison was rocketing into the air. He was tossed around as the walls of silk were spread apart and a burst of light engulfed him. As soon as the apocalypse had begun, it was over and everything was still. Still and bright. Anon shook his head and looked up, expecting to be greeted with a most magnificent sight. Instead he was greeted with the most terrible sight. Rainbow's eyes.
The blue pegasus was a slob, but she wasn't completely brainless. After leaving her shorts on the floor for a few minutes she had decided to inspect them for dirt... or bugs... before putting them on. What she hadn't expected to find was Anon. Tiny Anon.
"I can explain!" the stupid human shouted.
Nothing happened for several seconds. Then Rainbow smirked.
"Wow Anon, I didn't think you had it in ya. Shrinking yourself so you could sneak into my pants? That takes guts, little man. That takes a lot o' guts."
"Well, to be fair, I saw it in a movie once," Anon replied bashfully.
Rainbow snorted. "Whatever dude. Still want that awesome ride?"
Anon was fairly certain his face resembled a dying fish. Then his world was shooting into motion. A cyan pony belly passed overhead. Then a rainbow made of all-natural equine hair appeared. Anon's grip on the fabric around him loosened, his white knuckles returning to their normal hue. The show was truly breathtaking.
RD's pussy was tight. A pair of lips the size of school buses locked together like conjoined twins. And above them was one huge wrinkled donut. All a slightly darker shade of blue than the mare's bright fur.
Anon drooled a little as the shorts he was riding in lowered. Dash's legs came into view on either side. One of the columns rose up and slid past the motionless human into the huge hole on his right. The hammock grew taught as it was then stretched to the left. The second pillar that was Rainbow's other leg dropped in next.
Anon felt painfully far away from Rainbow's love. It felt like the pegasus was taking forever to put her pants on. Did women have to make every step take forever?!
There was a rush of air, and adrenaline, when Anon's bed began its ascent. The human's mind completely fogged over as that pussy embraced him like a long lost friend. The fabric at his back was then suddenly yanked forward, squeezing him against the gargantuan lips. He was being smothered by pony vagina!
"This. Is. So. AWESOME!" he cried as loudly as his compressed lungs could manage.
"Enjoy the best ride in Equestria," Rainbow said with a grin.
Now dressed, and with a nearly invisible bump in her gym shorts, Rainbow pranced into the gym to begin her workout.
You got the Good Ending...
Vote to Grow (Twilight, Mayor Mare, growth, elections)
Steam radiated from Twilight's mane as she growled with frustration
"Keep your chin up kid. You're doing well for your first time."
Mayor Mare's words would have been far more appreciated if she hadn't been wearing that smug grin.
The two mares sat side-by-side outside Town Hall. In front of them was a single ballot box and the whole town had lined up to cast their votes. For years the fastest way to tally the ballots had been a rather simple enchantment. The more votes, the more the candidate grew. Unfortunately for Twilight, most of the votes were in and she was a measly 12 feet tall. Meanwhile, Mayor Mare was sitting at an awe inspiring 47 feet.
"Maybe you should have used smaller words during those speeches," Rainbow chimed in her ear helpfully.
"S-shut up!" Twilight barked with an embarrassed blush.
The new dark empress had made time in her busy schedule of oppression and mind control to see him during dinner. However, the huge mare's private chamber only had a table for one. So Anon was trapped sitting along the edge closest to her chest. Which was unfortunate because she chewed her lettuce and carrots rather loudly.
"Man, she is a sloppy eater," the mite-sized human commented. Of course Sombra didn't hear him and merely continued to munch away.
Anon, eager to get a word in about freedom and other nonsense, stood up and cleared his throat as loudly as he could. "Excuse me your Supreme Eminence!" he called.
The dark mare paused to look down, her cheeks dotted with white dressing from her salad. "What?" she asked dryly.
"Uh," Anon's mind temporarily went blank as he stared upwards. Those pupils that looked down upon him. That red horn hanging like a meteor in orbit. That muzzle as big as a skyscraper. "Can we start the meeting?"
Sombra hummed. Then Anon felt the table quiver beneath his feet as she scooted away several inches. He would have complained, but his protests were quickly silenced by the view. Hanging there in front of him, clad in a heavy chainmail bra, were two great breasts. A canyon of inky black fur where every hair was as tall as himself. Every subtle movement the Empress made caused her enormous bust to sway like a tantalizing pendulum.
Suddenly, there was a loud clang as Sombra put down her fork and leaned forward to grab a napkin. The heavy chains rattled so loud that the small human had to cover his ears and step back from the edge. Then the wall of metal crashed into the wood and toppled the man over. In the distance, Sombra's hand seized an expensive red cloth and began to furiously wipe at her muzzle. As she leaned back, chunks of lettuce, carrots, and cheese crashed around Anon like a hailstorm. The man flew to his feet and danced back and forth to avoid the falling debris as the careless woman stared at the far wall, her mind empty.
Darn it, woman! Watch what you're doing! You have a guest! a tiny guest, Anon mentally stormed.
"Sombra, please!" he cried. "This is hardly--woah!" Anon yelped as a log of cheese crashed beside him. "--appropriate treatment of an ambass--wait!!" The tiny human covered his head just before a huge red sheet knocked him to the ground and pinned him under a metric ton of dirty napkin.
The smell of dressing overwhelmed Anon's nose, causing him to cough. His chest hurt from the initial impact but nothing seemed broken. The cloth must have been a foot thick and his arms strained to move it even a degree. Then he felt it. The cloth was wet and some sticky fluid was oozing through the ceiling onto his cloths. "Ew, what the?" he gagged as a stench far less pleasant than before began to waft over him. As he struggled to find an exit, he could feel his world vibrate with Sombra's giggles. "Grr, that woman."
"Let me help you with that," she offered cheekily. Suddenly, his red prison was flying into the air with him along for the ride!
"Wait, Sombra don't!!" His guts felt like they were being squished into his legs as he held onto the fabric for all he was worth. Not so easy when every seam oozed a sticky, foul smelling fluid he could only guess was mare spit.
Dizzy and angry, Anon could hear the napkin being unfolded as the Empress searched for him. In the meantime, he tried not to lose his lunch. "Oh, my new shirt. My SHOES!" he cried. They were soaking with saliva and... was that a crumb? "Ugh, SOMBRA!"
"There you are," she declared as a blast of light blinded the man.
Anon tried to shield his eyes, but just as quickly as it had appeared, the light vanished. He blinked upward and found a pair of fingers reaching for him. "Ah!" he screamed as the apartment-sized digits clamped onto his arm and hoisted him into the air.
A dry gag popped out of Anon as vertigo set in again. Sombra was not good at being gentle apparently. "Please, Miss Sombra," he swallowed. "I am very small and very fragile. Could you be just a little bit more considerate?"
The mare's eyes stared at him for a moment. Sombra's bottom lip puffed and a finger tapped her chin while she regarded his request. The repeated thumping sound partially distracted Anon from the pain shooting from where his arm had almost been ripped from its socket. He then slowly rocked back and forth as giant Sombra breath shot past him in huge gusts. Her nostrils were like enormous caverns into a forbidden world. Her fur coat was like a dense forest.
Anon looked up at the fingers holding him. Those fingernails were pretty far away and the skill and care that had gone into them was visible even from his scale. No grime or dirt. A perfect seam where nail met flesh and then fur. Anon grunted with boredom. Was she going to do something or just hang him here all day?
"Nah," she eventually sassed, nearly exploding his eardrums.
The classroom was sorta nice. The air was dry and it was a few degrees too warm, but otherwise it was a nice large classroom. The desks were occupied by various ponies of every type and build. Though they were all adults and there were no papers or pencils. The chalkboard simply read "Orientation".
"You will call me Sergeant Whip," a dark green stallion with a short greased back mane began. "You are here only because you passed the initial psychological evaluation, but that does not qualify you to cross over."
A few ponies shifted nervously.
He cleared his throat. Only because the air was dry.
"Interacting with humans takes an extremely specialized training regime that you will all be engrossed in for the next six months. In a nutshell? Everything you know about manners and social behavior will have to be unlearned."
A few ponies in the audience seemed confused by that.
Whip nodded. "Yes. Everything you know about pier-to-pier interaction is unacceptable with humans. Your natural tendencies will have to be curbed. For example, it is common when two ponies greet to nuzzle, particularly if they are close friends or family. Even strangers will stand close to one another. We ponies are a contact based species. We like to touch. We like to be near others. This is a difficult habit you will have to break before we send you through the portal. With humans you will live in an imaginary bubble of isolation. You will stand at a distance at all times, warn humans before making even the slightest twitch, and you will never feel the touch of a human.
"Except under the most extraordinary of circumstances," he added quietly.
One mare looked heartbroken.
"The reason for this rule is simple: you will become monsters as soon as you pass through the portal."
This got some looks too.
"Humans are only slightly taller than your fur. And the largest land animal native to their world is shorter than your hoof is wide. On their planet, we are walking mountains. You will be the most powerful species to ever grace their world. And with that incredible power comes a heavy responsibility and restrictions.
"For starters, pegasi, all of you will have your wings bound before you pass through the portal."
That started a small outcry which Whip gracefully endured for a moment.
"How many pegasi does it take to feed water to Cloudsdale?"
"At least 200," a male pegasus dared to reply.
"On Earth, one of you could finish that entire job with a single beat of your wings."
The room was silent.
"The force of a single flap could wipe an entire city off the map. On Earth, there are many technological wonders and many sudden noises. One spook and your instincts will cause you to flare your wings. Then hundreds, if not thousands, of humans could die. Your wings will be bound or you won't be allowed to see Earth."
A pegasus licked his lips uncomfortably.
Whip nodded. "Unicorns, your magic will be restricted via filters locked to your horns. You will still have access to magic, but anything more complicated than telekinesis will fail."
The unicorns cringed at the thought. One mare rubbed her horn.
"Though your specific tasks will differ, all of you will become well acquainted with your new strength. Even the smallest pony here will be able to knock down a building with but a nudge. This unmeasurable power must be acknowledged and carefully managed. In the same vein, you will all go through verbal training to speak quietly and submissively."
Again, confused glances passed around the room.
Whip snorted. "As macros, you will naturally rule any conversation you engage in. Merely speaking to a human will immediately establish you as master of the interaction. This one-sidedness can be dangerous. Tempting. The desire to 'bully' humans will be immense. You will all be trained and carefully evaluated on your ability to verbally submit. When a human tells you to leave them alone, you will. If a human tells you they hate you, you will accept it and shut up. You will never raise your voice, you will never argue, and you will never threaten a human. You are to behave as though you are utterly helpless against the humans.
"You will act this way because it is obvious that this is not the power dynamic. Your mere steps will create earthquakes. Your voice will vibrate the very air they breathe. Your glance will make humans quiver. You are monsters. Humans are helpless against anything you could do to them. But those of you here don't want to be living disasters. You want to be miracles of aid. To be that, you must overcome the impossible. You must tame the image and temptations that come with such power. That is what you are truly here to do.
"You are here to learn how to be friendly giants."
Big Belle First Kiss (amazon, Sweetie Belle, French Kiss, romance?)
Hewitt, or just Hew as he preferred to be called, was sweating. From the heat of a fine summer day, from the running around he'd been doing a few minutes ago, and from pure nervousness. He sat with his feet dangling from the over-sized park bench while next to him sat a pony who was 5 meters (16.5 ft) tall, larger even than an African elephant. Her name was Sweetie Belle and when she was standing Hew only had to duck his head to pass underneath her.
Her white fur glistened in the setting sun. Her eyes were closed as her ears swiveled in the direction of tweeting birds. Her mane hung nicely combed, but curled upward at the ends as it always did. Her cutie mark, a striped shield emblazoned with a musical note, was just a little smaller than his chest. Though Hew's face was red at the very thought of turning to look at it. Looking at Belle's flank.
True, at this moment they were finishing up their first date, he was still a bit flustered at the idea of it all. Romance and relationships were awkward enough back on Earth. But here on Equuis? With ponies as large as walking whales? It had been... unusual.
Sure, he considered Belle and many other ponies good friends. And with the absence of things like the internet he spent a lot of time out and about with the lot of them. Hew even saw a few others as potential girlfriend material. But Sweetie Belle and her amazing voice? Her endless honest interest in all things Earth? It was only natural he'd eventually find the courage to ask her. To a date. Just the two of them. With nopony else.
It had gone very well.
They went to a play. They had dinner. They talked for over an hour. Really, it didn't even feel like a date. Then they finished it off with a peaceful walk in the park. Though Belle had to be reminded twice to slow down. His short legs couldn't hope to keep up with her massive gate.
They had laughed at that.
But now they were here. Seated on a bench. The sun was setting. The potential relationship ahead seemed both clear and foggy. How would a huge pony and tiny human work? Obviously they had great chemistry, but she was so much... bigger.
Hew was happy, yet uncertain. His human mind and sensibilities felt twisted. He thought Belle was beautiful. In some way that was very strange. Something he'd have to get over soon, seeing as it looked like they were going to be a couple going forward and there really weren't any human woman for him to pursue anyway.
He sighed.
Belle's ear twitched and her eye cracked open. "Something wrong?" she asked.
Hew wiped some sweat from his forehead. "Just thinking about... us. You know? How is this going to work and all that." Hew didn't think he was very good with words.
Belle huffed quietly. "You worry too much."
He chuckled at that. "Maybe I do. It's just... I want to do this right."
She smiled. "There is no real "right" way to date."
Hew shrugged at that and gave the sunset a meaningful glance. "Today was nice."
"Yeah," Belle agreed dreamily. "We still need to finish it off though."
Hew blinked. "What do you mean? I think all that's left to do is walk each other home and say goodnight."
Belle giggled. "Oh Hew, you forgot the most important rule of the First Date."
Hew sputtered. "I didn't forget anything. And you just said there is no "right way" to date."
Belle giggled again, longer and louder. "Well, there are a few expectations. Like the First Date." She turned to him and leaned, looming over him a bit. "We're suppose to kiss."
Hew swallowed and blushed. "Kiss?" he asked uncertainly. His eyes focused on her lips, each as thick as a tire. He didn't want to hurt Belle's feelings by refusing. He liked her. This was also a good first test. "Okay."
"Pucker up then, because here I come," she announced playfully.
Hew might have rolled his eyes if a mouth the size of a car's front end wasn't speeding toward his head. The man tensed, but stood his ground. Hew even managed to tilt his own head up before impact.
Like a squishy meteor, Belle's lips engulfed Hew's entire face. She was gentle and it was little more than a peck before she withdrew. For his part, Hew sighed in relief. That wasn't so bad. Definitely a new sensation, but he couldn't complain. Belle hummed with joy and the two shared a smile.
Then she zoomed in for another.
Hew's eyes bulged in renewed fear and surprise as her enormous lips closed over him again. Her muzzle parted slightly and a suction tugged the man's head forward while also not allowing him enough room to slip inside. The result? His head felt like it was being stretched. Hew's hands didn't stay at his sides this time. This time he braced his palms against Belle's furry chin and resisted the sucking as discretely as he could.
With a pop he was free.
The man fell back gasping for breath, his face wet with saliva. That hadn't been as nice for him. But Belle's eyes were lidded with love and her mouth hung open, her monstrous tongue just visible. She was lost to the passion.
"Oh Hew," she mumbled dreamily. "Just one more?"
Hew's first emotional response would have been a resounding "no!" But his instincts kept him from barking at the first pony he'd dared to love. He wanted to make this relationship work and that could mean enduring other struggles like this in the future. Hew had to do this. Love was about sacrifice and compromises. This was a sacrifice to keep Belle happy. He could do this for her.
"Just give me a second," Hew said.
Belle exhaled a hot steamy blast that swamped the diminutive human. Was that supposed to be her signal for "okay"?
Hew stood on the wood bench. Smoothed his shirt. Wiped the spit from his face. Took several deep breaths to fill his lungs. Then braced himself for contact.
"Alright, let's do this," he said.
Belle grinned. Then moved in.
She parted her lips about as wide as Hew's head before crashing into him and sucking with such vigor and lust, she threatened to draw the man right into her great maw. The human struggled against the huge force pulling him deeper by bracing his arms against the mare's dominating lips. Belle moaned and tilted sideways, twisting Hew to the right and making him stumble as his head remained locked to the end of her muzzle. He grunted and persisted in holding his breath for the duration of Belle's make-out session.
Finally, Belle relented and his head popped free. Yet, as he wobbled backward, one of her white hooves caught him. He tried to whisper an apology and catch his breath at the same time. Then Belle struck with something new.
Her huge tongue, wider than his chest, darted from her mouth. She dragged the meaty soaking organ across his upper torso and over his head, coating him in mare slobber. Then she lapped his head again, steamy breath flooding his lungs as she did so. Then a third time, slowly, allowing each taste bud bump to roll over his chin and nose.
Then time lurched back into motion as Belle withdrew and gazed down at him, limp against her hoof, legs barely keeping him upright. Her smile was so genuine. So loving.
"That was wonderful Hew. I'll never forget today."
He couldn't even respond. She took that as a sign of his own joy.
"I can't wait to do this again some time. Next week work for you?"
Gav lay on his back, his head propped up by an enormous rose colored pillow. In his hands was a blue tome that had been shrunken down for his 8 cm (3 inch) stature. The cover read "Religious Practices of Ancient Equuis". He was deeply engrossed in the words when a certain pink mare with a wild mane stumbled into the bedroom.
Gav looked up with a sly smile. "Hard day?"
Pinkie's ear flopped in his direction and she sighed. "Nopony understands how hard it is to be so energetic all the time. I may be a cartoon character, but even I have limits," she whined.
Gav thought about that for a moment, then shrugged. The things she did so effortlessly did remind him of the bizarre powers of old cartoons. Especially the speed. "Well you always have me to vent your secret Pinkie frustrations to," he assured her as she wandered over to the bed.
She smiled down at the tiny human. "Thanks, but I'm not frustrated. Just tired. I need a recharge." She emphasized her point by wiping a large drop of sweat from her brow.
Now that she was closer Gav did notice the ripe smell coming off her as invisible wisps. Pinkie must have had a really hard day. "You want to shower first?"
She rubbed her chin and hummed deeply. "Nah," she announced with a giggle.
Gav's world rocked back and forth, the mattress bouncing him around as the enormous pony climbed into the bed and fell on her back next to him. When the motion died down, Gav growled at the huge pointed ear by his side. "Comfy?" he asked a tad grumpy.
"Yup," she replied with a hint of sass. "What you reading?"
Gav rolled his eyes and settled back against the cliff of a pillow again. "The other day I mentioned some of my world's ancient myths and legends to Twilight. So she dumped a bunch of ancient pony myth and legends on me. This is one of those books."
Pinkie was still sweating and the temperature around her was steadily rising as she radiated. But she took no notice and quirked a brow. "Myths? I never got to read those as a filly. Back on the rock farm we had too much work to do for 'fancy book learning'." She snorted with amusement at the memory. "What do you think?"
Gav shrugged. "Pony mythology seems more consistent than my old world's Greek or Roman mythology. Like, in my world, there were dozens of gods and their lineage was always foggy. Some stories seemed to contradict who was supposed to be related to who and personalities tended to switch from one story to the next. But in pony mythology you don't get that. There are seven gods, all there since the beginning, period. Anything else is just a one-off spirit or a mortal."
"Pony gods," Pinkie mumbled in thought.
"Yeah," Gav continued, "and they're actually pretty cool compared to the Greek gods. Like, on Earth, the god Zeus was constantly cheating on his wife. Or Hades kidnapping a girl to force her to marry him. Or that one goddess who was jealous of a human claiming to be better at a sewing machine. They all came across as petty, power hungry, jerks. But the pony gods kick ass."
Pinkie turned her head sharply and gave the man a frown-glare combo. She was an understanding girl, but she did not tolerate swearing.
"Sorry," he mumbled quickly.
Pinkie's piercing gaze relented. "So which pony god is your favorite?"
Gav snorted. "I kind of like Ryu, the god of justice. There are a couple stories of him fighting rogue dragons or throwing demons back into Tartarus. He's the god you call on if you need to fight some evil."
Pinkie wiped another glob of sweat from her forehead while her mane started sagging from the moisture. "Which god do you think I'd like?"
Gav struggled to answer her question while ignoring the ever strengthening musk coming from her. "I think Asha, the goddess of festivals, is exactly your kind of god."
A massive grin spread across Pinkie's muzzle. "There was a goddess of parties?"
Gav rolled his eyes. "Yup. She was a lot like you. Excitable and friendly."
With that, neither knew how to continue the conversation or transition smoothly to a more interesting topic. So they sat there for a moment in peaceful silence. Until Gav couldn't stand it anymore. Pinkie's aroma was drowning him and it was impossible to avoid his corrupting thoughts. He couldn't stop himself from taking deep breaths and eying the trailing beads of sweat running through her coat. The two of them weren't just roommates after all.
Gav coughed loudly, purposefully, pulling Pinkie's attention away from the plain ceiling. "Pinkie Pie," he began.
"Yes?" she chirped.
"Are you in the mood for some fun?"
The mare was momentarily confused. Eyes narrowing, mind dissecting his words for the additional meaning his tone so obviously was implying. Then her large peepers bulged. Then she giggled lustfully. "But I'm all sweaty and gross," she cooed, batting her front legs in the air.
Gav chuckled. "I know. It makes you... sexy."
Pinkie snorted with amusement. "Dirty human. Attracted to my stink." She rolled her eyes.
"Just make-out with me," he ordered.
The mare raised a brow. "You know the rules. When we play, we play. Now what should it be this time?"
Gav slumped. He was horny and impatient. And Pinkie had a quirk where everything had to be a game. Especially sex. Not necessarily an original game every time, but it had to be a game. At least it kept their times in bed interesting. Satisfying her was often a unique challenge beyond just him being so much smaller. Though it always got him off too, so he couldn't honestly complain too much.
"Well," he thought aloud dramatically. "We were just talking about pony gods... and you are a lot bigger than me..."
Pinkie smirked. "Role-play? I get to be the goddess and you my devoted worshiper?"
Gav tossed the book aside, jumped to his feet, and threw his arms over his head. "Oh great pink goddess, hear my prayer!"
The mare resisted tittering. "Okay, oh little disciple. What is thou plea from thy sexy goddess, Pinkie Pie?"
Gav couldn't stop himself from mumbling. "Should have said Goddess Diane. That's a much better name for divinity." But he quickly cleared his throat and spoke up again for her sake. "Oh my goddess, I am a desperate man with desperate needs. Can thou sate these troublesome urges of the flesh? Please give unto me peace and pleasure."
Pinkie, still sweating and emitting a delicious aroma, tapped her chin in thought. "Your loving goddess is not without compassion, but thy desire must be paid for. Thou must complete one task for your goddess first, then thee shall have your release."
"Of course, your greatness. Anything for you. What task shall your humble servant perform?"
Pinkie's grin was positively devilish. She pressed her head back into the pillow, rocking the bed and making herself appear bigger to the little man beside her. "You are to clean and massage your fair goddess's hooves, for she is wary after standing and running all day."
Gav thought about that for a moment. It sounded a bit more like punishment, but they had experimented with a lot of things before and it always turned out nice. "Very well your towering pinkness, your champion shall service your perfect soles without question."
Pinkie grinned triumphantly, throwing her forehooves behind her head and getting comfortable. Meanwhile, Gav stumbled his way across the wrinkled landscape that was the bedsheets to reach Pinkie's back hooves in the distance. It was a bit of a trip. Even longer with her musk hanging in the air the whole way. Finally though, he reached them. The smelly, sweaty, pink, plush hooves of the one and only Pinkamena Diane Pie.
Gav took a quick moment to roll his shoulders and admire them as they rose to twice his height. Then he got to work, pressing his human hands deep into the... frog? Is that what the fleshy part of a horse's hooves were called? Whatever. It was soft and felt more greasy than he expected. The dirt didn't really look like dirt to Gav either. At his size it was more like fine gravel rich people would often use to make nice paths around their huge lawns.
If he was going to service a "goddess" then he was going to do it right.
Gav precisely went around the plush surface brushing away the fine "stones" and kneading the tender flesh underneath where it appeared red instead of pink. The happy moans coming from the giant mare above made him certain he was doing something right. One particular patch of "dirt" revealed what he almost thought was a bruise and he was determined to soothe the ache. With muscle built over a year of tiny life in Equestria, he pressed into the spot and brought sweet relief to his goddess.
Inevitably, the diligent work left his hands coated in foot slime, but he kept working from one side to the other. Though he wasn't able to reach the upper rim of her hoof, the rest was darn near sparkling by the time he was done with it. No dirt and a lot less sweat. Hard to say if he really wiped it all off or if it evaporated in the last few minutes.
This might have been making Pinkie horny, but it didn't seem to be doing anything for Gav. It was work. Hard, sticky, hot work. Though the smell was definitely enjoyable.
"Now the other hoof," Pinkie sang.
Gav groaned, but he dutifully did as he was told. However, between the heat radiating off her massive hooves making him sweaty in return and the sheer effort he was using to pleasure Pinkie, he forgot all about his own needs. The lust died down even as the musk didn't. Eventually, after working what was effectively a living wall, for several minutes his arms felt like they were about to fall off. He was exhausted by the time he was done with her.
"All clean?" Pinkie chirped, propping herself up to look down at him. "Good! Now get out of those clothes. It's time for your reward."
Gav shrugged off his shirt and pants. What was she planning? Did he dare hope it would actually get him off? In a moment he was naked and Pinkie was all smiles.
"Ready or not, here I come!" she announced before the two walls that were her rear hooves swooped in from either side of him like a car crushing machine.
In an instant, Gav's naked body was in darkness. Pressed from both sides with his face forced into the spongy surface of Pinkie's foot. Now that Gav was sore, it was time for his own massage.
The walls began working back and forth, grinding on his abused back and shoulders with a gentle strength. His senses were filled with only Pinkie. Across his pain and into his joints. He moaned in relaxation and arousal. Now this was hot. Her flesh was rubbing his flesh. Gav felt his release building rapidly. He spread his arms as wide as he could and bathed in the sensation as it rose in him.
The sweat that still clung to her mixed with his own and made a fine lubricant. There were no dirt-stones to tear into his delicate skin. The heat, the motion, the smell. Pinkie was all he could think about. Her big, pink, thicc body. That bubbly butt. Those round flanks. Yeah, she was the perfect girlfriend.
He came with a sigh.
Pinkie felt it and giggled. Holding him still until his high came down a little then slowly parting her hooves. He remained glued to the left one, spread wide and breathing slowly.
"Did you like that?" she asked with a tender grin.
He shrugged awkwardly. "That was weird, but sure. Next time we should just play Cave Diver again."
Pinkie rolled her eyes. "But that's so generic! I am a professional cartoon and we aim for creativity and new ideas at all times."
"Whatever," Gav dismissed tiredly. Just another crazy day in the life of being Pinkie's boyfriend.
Was that Chan's heartbeat? No. The vibration was coming through the floor. It was her steps. Like distant explosions slowly drawing nearer.
Chan's eyes glanced around his prison. Very roomy as far as inescapable death traps were concerned. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all ugly brown cardboard. A space roughly half the size of a basketball court. A shoe box? It was hard to tell in this darkness. Luckily for Chan, he'd been left here so long his darkvision cast everything in only a mild layer of shadow. Not that there was much to really look at beyond the smooth surfaces that were impossible to climb or dig through.
So all the young man could do was wait as the crashes grew closer. One after another. Louder and louder. Shaking him to his bones. If he hadn't already been seated, that last earthquake would have knocked him down. Surely she was already on top of him, right?
Silence. He gulped. Chan's neck creaked as it swiveled up to the ceiling. Any moment now...
Light. Blindness. Pain. A pony's silhouette hung above like a solar eclipse.
Fluttershy.
The butter yellow pegasus Chan had once thought of as a friend loomed over him. Her pink mane didn't appear so soft today either. It hung straight and threatening down her back and shoulders. Her eyes were filled with cruel ideas and a black leather collar was tightly fastened around her slender neck.
This was not the Fluttershy Chan had come to know. This was a monster who used the secret magics of the Everfree to get whatever she wanted. In this case, the pegasus had used Shrinking Violet to make the once charming human a mere 1.5 inch (4 cm) toy. The same height as a Lego figure. Helpless. Ready for use in whatever twisted games she could imagine.
She grinned down at Chan as he continued to sit in her shadow.
Twilight was devolving into one of her rambling lectures. Something about holidays and constellation schedules. Anon really wasn't paying attention. His mind was busy with far more important things. Like jokes! How come he couldn't go to a lecture by Pinkie Pie on how to be more funny? That was knowledge he could use. Anon wondered if his dream of becoming a stand up comedian still had hope in the pony world.
Soon Twilight's lesson was just background noise as Anon brainstormed good jokes to tell a pony audience. "Why the long face?" came across a little racist in his mind. Something about leading a horse to water didn't seem funny either. Then, like a bolt of pure inspiration, he had it. Anon couldn't help snickering into his palm.
Twilight's thought bubble popped at the sound of Anon's amusement. The purple mare had a moment of embarrassment, certain she must have misspoken and said something silly. "Er, let me back up and try again," Twilight said, trying to recover.
Anon snorted at the violet pony. "No need Sparkles! I think I've gotten everything I need from today."
For half a second Twilight beamed with pride, then the confusion hit her. "But I'm only--"
Anon jumped to his feet. "Relax. I've actually got something else I need to do right now."
Twilight sputtered. "What could be more important than learning about your new home?"
Anon rolled his eyes. "As if you expect me to believe EVERYPONY knows the constellations by heart." He approached her as she grumbled. "Besides, I've got to run an experiment."
Twilight perked up at that. "Really? You are going to do an experiment?"
"Starting now!" he declared, lifting a single finger dramatically.
Twilight's eyes widened as they locked to the raised appendage. Her gaze continued to follow the finger as it turned towards her and went horizontal. Then she went crosseyed as Anon's finger zoomed in for the poke.
"Boop," Anon giggled as Twilight's muzzle scrunched from the impact.
The mare jumped back, batting at her snout furiously and glaring at the human. "What was that for?"
Anon grinned triumphantly. "That is called a 'boop'. When you poke the end of a pony's nose."
"Well it doesn't feel good," Twilight whined, her abused muzzle still twitching.
Anon hummed at that. "The first test suggests this joke might not work either. Not a good start."
Twilight was about to ask him what he meant just now, but froze with a shocked look on her face.
Anon blinked at her. "Twi? Twilight? You okay in there?"
As Anon went to wave his hand in front of her to snap her out of her stupor, powerful vibrations danced through the pony's coat. The human's hand snapped back as a loud hissing noise filled the library. Then Twilight started to grow.
Inch by inch the equine's body ballooned outward. Her hooves seemed to eat pieces of the floor and her head creeped higher and higher. Anon took one step back. Then another. Before, Twilight would have just been able to stab him through the abdomen. Now, Twilight would have to stoop to ram her horn through the man's delicate skull.
"Uh, Twilight?" Anon asked quietly.
The mare finally escaped her hypnotic state and glanced about her library. "W-what happened?" Then the huge pony's eyes fell on Anon, now shorter than herself. "Anon!? How did you get so small!?"
Anon felt the thrums of panic welling up inside him. Mostly because he now had a very tall Twilight on the verge of flying into a mad frenzy. He had to be calm and rationale if he was going to avoid any accidents that might have him kicked by a hoof as broad as the hood of a car.
"Let's just keep our heads. Weird stuff like this happens all the time in the Hell Mouth... I mean Ponyville!"
Twilight was in the middle of hyperventilating and her eyes were darting from one object to another. She didn't seem to hear him. Anon would need to be more dramatic to recover her attention.
"Twilight." No response. "Twilight!" She wasn't listening. "TWILIGHT SPARKLE you will listen to me or I will spit on your favorite book!!"
Having a manic pony several feet taller than you staring into your eyes... was not reassuring in the least.
"Ehm," Anon cleared his throat. "Relax Twilight. You are a magical genius and will figure this out in no time. Just breath and think."
Twilight licked her lips nervously. "You are right Anon. My special talent is magic. I should be able to figure this out. But what happened? I didn't cast this spell. And I'm certain nopony cast a spell on me recently."
"And I can't cast spells," Anon added helpfully.
Twilight paused. Then she focused on Anon. "What happened right before my... growth spurt?"
Anon thought for a moment. "You were in the middle of a lecture."
"After that."
Anon shrugged. "We were talking. Did we accidentally say a magical incantation?"
"You poked me," Twilight accused.
"Excuse me," Anon scoffed. "I gave you a simple 'boop'. That's not illegal."
Twilight sighed. "No, poking isn't illegal. But after you touched my nose I started growing."
Anon blinked silently at her for a few moments. "Are you saying I made you grow by booping?"
"The evidence suggests--"
"That's ridiculous Twilight."
She glared down at him. "Then we'll just have to recreate the events of the last hour until we can narrow down what caused this magical phenomenon."
"Oh no," Anon threw his hands up in frustration. "I am not listening to that entire lecture again."
"We have to Anon!" she gushed, leaning forward and way too much into his personal space. "How else will we ever determine the cause of--"
Anon violently jabbed his finger into the over-sized mare's muzzle again, silencing her.
The two waited with baited breath as nothing seemed to happen. Then Twilight slipped into a hypnotic daze and started vibrating again.
Anon grinned. "I've got magic fingers." Then Twilight started to grow. "And now I need some magic feet to go with them!"
Spark lazed on her side, hoof on her cheek as she watched the unfolding drama below.
One of her micro friends, Swift, a pegasus, had invited her to spend a day with one of his other friends. This other pony, a strong earth pony named so creatively Smalls, owned a fair sized house on the edge of town.
Spark loved micros and was always eager to meet more. However, the situation had quickly soured when Smalls and Swift wanted to go swimming. But the pool in Smalls' backyard was currently empty. Winter was finally wrapped up and the earth pony had just now learned his pump was broken. An argument of how to solve this serious problem erupted.
Sparks wouldn't have minded watching a pair of cute little micros bicker if it weren't for a few insulting details:
One, she had come here expecting to take part in whatever activity and make a new micro friend.
Two, neither pony had even considered the pool could barely fit two of her hooves when they could easily have gone to the lake or the beach so she could swim with them.
And three, neither pony was asking her for input. There were a number of ways she could have helped in this situation. From suggesting they do something else to just letting her run home to get a bucket of water that would easily fill the pool for them.
But no. While her belly formed a literal wall beside the house, the two were somehow able to completely ignore her as they went back and forth whether to call a repairman or just buy a new pump.
At first Spark thought it was amusing. Then she got bored. Then she started to get frustrated. Finally, she was starting to get angry. More than an hour had passed and the two idiots still hadn't figured it out.
Nopony likes having their time wasted. And with all this talk of water she now had to pee too.
She could have just cut into the conversation, but now she didn't feel like spending time with her friends. Now she felt they needed to be taught a little lesson. Following that decision, her eyes were drawn to the empty pool and an evil idea came to her.
"Maybe we could just order the water," Smalls suggested. "There is a service of water trucks I could--"
"Well boys," Sparks cut in with her naturally much louder giant voice. "This has been fun, but I've got to get home soon." The huge mare began to stand, pulling her hooves across the grass and leaving ugly brown dirt grooves.
"Hey, watch the grass!" Smalls protested.
"Wait, you can't leave," Swift objected. "We haven't gotten to do anything yet."
"Yeah that's why I think I should go," Sparks mumbled, trying to hide her anger. For a moment. "I've got more important things to do then listen to you two ramble on."
Swift cringed, suddenly realizing he hadn't said a word to Sparks in... a while. "Oh, sorry."
The mare made a dramatic yawn and tapped her muzzle before giving the tiny pair a scowl. "You will be sorry in a moment. Inviting a girl over and making her sit in the hot sun all day?" She snorted.
Smalls stepped back, fear in his eyes. He didn't know her and she was a macro. This could get dangerous. "W-what are you going to do to us?"
She rolled her eyes. "Nothing. I just need some place to pee before I go cool off. Luckily, you have just the accommodations for me," she grinned evilly.
Smalls was confused. "I don't have a toilet in your size."
"Sure you do. Now if you don't mind, please look away while I do my business." With that, the large mare began to approach the still empty pool.
Smalls was confused as Spark's straddled the pool with her back legs, hanging her tail and backside over the empty concrete lined hole. Then the stallion's eyes widen with terror. "No wait!" he called. But it was too late. Sparks squatted and cast her tail to the side. Her pussy hovering a short distance above the bare pool and with two ponies watching, she let go.
For her it was only a dribble at first as a bit of embarrassment colored her cheeks. But she quickly felt the naughty pleasure rise in her chest. Swift stared as a fountain of yellow almost immediately turned into a waterfall. Smalls sputtered and protested, yet none of his not-words stopped his pool from filling with the golden liquid.
A faint steam wafted through the air. Each breath for the little ponies was tainted by ammonia. The pool level rose and rose, twisting and stirring as the huge mare continued to pee. It was a very long minute before her release began to slow to a drip.
Sparks sighed and stood up, quickly hopping around to see her work. The pool was a little low, but she was empty. Also, the two problem ponies were stunned. With a nod and a hum of satisfaction she began making her way home, a happy sway to her macro hips.
Smalls could only gawk in disgust at the mess as it stilled in his pool. "It's ruined. I'll never swim in it again," he cried.
Swift was silent, eying the urine filled hole with... curiosity...
Cut through and cause incalculable harm to the little ponies? Or move on and hope for another source of water?
The problem was three-fold.
As a macro, Little Rock was among the most powerful species in the world. Freer than any other. They went where they wanted, did what they wanted, took what they wanted... and killed whatever they wanted. But not Little Rock.
His logic was simple. He liked living and, despite being so much smaller, he couldn't imagine the tinies were much different. Why should he take their lives? Just because he was bigger didn't make his actions okay. Which made his beliefs a bit rare in the macro world. Rampaging was a popular past-time for most macros. That and wandering around. Which was his favorite thing to do. Exploring never left him bored.
But exploring did occasionally lead him into trouble. Like straying deep into an endless desert.
Now he was desperately thirsty and the only source of freshwater he could find was well... guarded? That didn't seem like the right word, but how else could he describe it. The entire river, on both sides, was lined with stone and wood buildings that pushed his ability to approach without breaking something several steps back. And the lake the river fed into? He could barely see it because the urban sprawl was so big. Even from his high vantage point, that bastion of blue water was blurry in the distance.
He licked his dry lips. How to get to it?
The roads were narrow with buildings both tall and short closely packed together. There was no open ground, whether empty lots or parks that could be sacrificed to his hoof falls, to form a path to the water. Heck, any open ground he found wouldn't fit a quarter of one of his hooves.
Of course there was a simple and easy solution: just go.
The very thought made Little Rock pin his ears in distaste. He was thirsty and he needed that water, but he didn't want to just... ignore the harm he'd be doing to the tiny ponies. That would make him a greedy monster. He should just move on. Try to find another source of water. But it had been almost two days now. Since sunrise he'd only been looking for water. He would start to suffer from dehydration if he didn't get some water by tomorrow morning. Though he wasn't sure what the side effects of that were, Little Rock was sure they included madness.
A delirious macro stumbling around the desert sounded bad.
Walking through a major city sounded bad.
Little Rock looked down at his hooves nervously. The little homes there on the very edge of civilization. Each barely the size of a Lego to him. So small. So helpless. He'd never wanted to talk to a little pony more in his life than that moment. But it just wasn't possible. The micro sized ponies couldn't understand his deeper baritone voice and he had no hope of making sense of their barely audible squeaks.
Eying that precious... life giving... delicious... blue water in the distance...
Little Rock licked his lips again. His dry tongue scraping his cracked lips like two mountains grinding against each other.
The room was coated a deep red and one wall was dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows, all with thick white drapes hiding the outside world. A clock with a long pendulum arm hanging below its face ticked away. The ceiling and a humble chandelier loomed high above. A large round wood table consumed most of the space in the room. At the center of the table was a lone green crystal that glowed with an inner magic and floated a few centimeters above the wood surface. Seated around the table were eight individuals representing no less than four species.
Sitting side-by-side were the royal sisters of Equestria, Queen Celestia and Queen Luna. Both of them wore glittering tiaras, but were otherwise in plain dresses. While Luna appeared passive with her hands folded quietly under the table, Celestia wore a smug expression with her arms crossed proudly about her modest bust.
King Abelard of the griffins was not wearing his crown, but his fine red robe hugged his broad shoulders nicely. His aged white brows were lowered in thought as he analyzed the Queens of Equestria and stroked his pointed beak nervously. Sitting beside him was his friend and adviser Sigimund, a griffin of black feathers. He had not spoken a word yet. The final griffin in the room was the Countess Marlana, seated between Celestia and Abelard, though that wasn't saying much. She seemed strangely isolated from both parties, the gap from her to either unusually large, as though she was a fourth party to this meeting. The young hen was glaring at... Him across the table. And his monsters.
The human, Trevor, wore casual attire. A simple white wool shirt and brown leather vest. Surprisingly, he had gone to the trouble of combing his hair for this meeting and looked clean. To Abelard this was unusual, as he had grown use to the man's regularly wild appearance. Trevor's elbow rested on the table and his knuckle was white with tension. He had spent much of the meeting so far interrupting, shouting, and insulting Celestia and Luna. Two unique individuals sat beside him.
The figure to Trevor's left, sitting between himself and the griffin Sigimund, appeared to be a cat-woman of some kind. She had short round ears, a blunt muzzle with pale whiskers, and her arms ended in pawed hands. Short tawny fur covered her body and faded to almost white across her face and chest. She wore not one piece of clothing. Abelard had heard Trevor call this one Cara.
The second figure who sat to Trevor's right, between himself and Luna, was a bizarre lizard-like female. She was a huge creature of at least 2 and a half meters with thick rippling muscles and heavy scales. She had three eyes on each side of her head which glowed red and her entire face curved forward into a vicious beak like that of a turtle's. She had four arms which had spent the entire meeting firmly crossed over her small breasts which were otherwise naked. She had not moved or reacted to anything in the meeting since it began. Trevor had called her Zara.
The air was heavy. The meeting had paused with the conclusion of Celestia's presentation and the other parties were processing her final words. Her promise and her threat.
Abelard spoke slowly. "We should delay discussion of... punishment until after Trevor has had his chance to speak."
Celestia's head snapped in the old griffin's direction. "What response could he possibly offer to excuse all of the crimes he has committed?"
Trevor growled. "And what about the crimes of Equestria and yourself?"
Celestia snorted dismissively, a very unladylike gesture. "We have done nothing wrong."
"Trying to have me killed--"
"Please!" Abelard barked and held up a claw. "Myself, Marlana, and Celestia have had a chance to speak. We have each had the opportunity to explain these events from our own perspective. Unless Celestia or Marlana have anything else to add?"
Marlana squawked at that. "Wait, you are actually going to listen to that thing!?"
"We don't need another perspective," Celestia added decisively and glared at Trevor once more. "The facts have spoken for themselves. If we are to have peace than the human should be--"
"That is bullshit!" Trevor screamed while pointing an accusing finger. "You and your people took every opportunity to fuck with my life. You deserved every last bit of suffering my kaiju gave you. You want peace? All you have to do is leave me alone!"
"What about all the ponies you murdered?" Celestia hissed. "How many lives have you ruined? Peace cannot exist without justice."
"That is justice," Trevor spat back.
"Justice is decided by a trial--"
"Which you would preside over as judge," Trevor cut in.
"Enough!" Abelard spoke up again. There was silence for a minute as tempers simmered. Then the king of griffins turned to the human. "Trevor, it is your turn to speak. Please, tell us what happened from your perspective. Tell us... the truth of these events."
Trevor blinked at that. That word: truth. He knew Abelard had just been looking for a synonym. "Perspective" and "story" were nice words, but "truth" had a strange weight to it. Celestia hadn't been lying exactly, but she had been stringing along a wonderful narrative. She had skillfully dodged all responsibility for the chaos that had unfolded in the last months.
Responsibility. Another heavy word.
Trevor grew calm and quiet. Somber. He looked down at his hands laying flat on the table. His skin had gone red from clenching his fists for so long. He felt a weariness creep over him. Trevor's gaze jumped to the gemstone floating in the center of the table. Abelard had helpfully explained that it was broadcasting the words of this meeting to over a million listeners across the pony and griffin world and even beyond to other nations who had not been involved in this mess. Abelard had insisted it be used for this meeting. Trevor couldn't guess why the old griffin wanted everyone to know what was going on, but he appreciated the chance it gave him. The chance for EVERYONE to hear his side. The truth.
Trevor sighed. He'd already drained his voice by repeatedly cutting into Celestia's speech. If he had kept a cool head he wouldn't have been exhausted before he got his turn. A paw brushed his shoulder and he turned to gaze into Cara's deep yellow feline eyes. She smiled gently at him.
"Master, you need to say something," she whispered.
Trevor nodded. Then he hardened his expression and faced the others at the table.
"My name is Trevor Campbell and my unique magic ability is Kaiju Maker. With this power I have easily managed to do the impossible."
"I brought Equestria to its knees." Celestia glared with even more hatred.
"I crushed the dragons." Abelard nodded gratefully.
"And I fought the fay to a stalemate." This announcement made everyone perk up. Trevor had forgotten, no one else knew about that little war. But he moved on. They'd get an explanation shortly.
"This is the truth..." And so he began to retell the horrors he'd endured and the loves he'd lost fighting for a place in a world that wanted nothing to do with him from the moment he arrived. The victories and the mistakes. He left nothing out.
Nuru. Goddess of light, life, and protection. She was a mare with golden fur and her silver mane was braided into long dangling ropes that regularly drifted behind her. A great horn sprouted from her head. A large pair of fluffy wings could be found at her sides. Her expression was always gentle and kind.
Like all the gods, she wandered the infinite cosmos of space for millions of years at a time. Occasionally coming upon worlds both inhabited and not. Each time she stopped to introduce herself and share some of her eternal pure light. This was her mission.
Occasionally though, this simple life was not enough. For a goddess sometimes faced serious opposition to their divine purpose.
On this occasion, the offender was a beautiful young world. Large blue oceans only occasionally interrupted by green and brown landmasses. Her view of the surface was often obscured by great patches of drifting clouds. Yet it was not the physical aspects of this world that troubled her. It was the cultural and spiritual.
The peoples that lived on this world were constantly fighting. There were a thousand beliefs that all contradicted one another. A thousand languages. A thousand old grudges that could not be forgiven. It was a world consumed in hatred.
To Nuru's divine sight, the planet was swarming in tragedy. Broken families, destroyed pasts, and uncertain futures. Her heart bled with pity and love for these poor mortals who would never overcome this cycle of self-destruction. She had to act.
With the slow and gentle movements only an experienced mother could learn, Nuru wrapped her body around the precious sphere. Her forelegs tenderly held the northern hemisphere while her rear-legs enclosed the southern. Her mane and tail wavered about in the vastness of space. The goddess began to glow, dimly at first but gradually brighter and brighter as she poured her vast power into the parched world in her embrace.
Warmth beyond temperature took hold in the little planet. Forgiveness, honesty, compassion. Nuru was the source of these ideals and she shared them eagerly.
"I wish for a giant pony to sit on me," Anon declared proudly.
The green-skinned genie stroked his white beard thoughtfully as he gazed up at seemingly nothing. Then his golden eyes flashed. "Hmm, there seems to be an issue," he mumbled.
Anon's grin faded as he regarded the genie with a touch of frustration. "What do you mean? You're a genie, I made a wish. Seems pretty straight forward to me."
"Yes," the old man with clouds for legs droned. "But there are limits, rules if you will. For example, I can't make anyone fall in love with you."
"I'm not asking for love," Anon scoffed. "I'm asking for sex. Lust."
"Same thing," the genie sighed with a roll of his eyes. "I cannot violate the free will of any sentient creature."
There was a moment of silence between them. "You mean, you have to get permission from... somepony before you can summon them to sit on me?"
"Yes."
"And... you can't?"
"No. I found a pony who is willing."
Anon blinked in confusion. "Then there is no problem. I'm not picky. Let's go!"
The genie continued to hesitate. "The only pony in all of Equestria interested in your... fantasy, is Applebloom. Who is a foal. A child."
Another short moment of silence passed between them before Anon shrugged. "So?"
The genie's expression turned sour. "You disgusting pervert."
Anon snorted. "What? I want a giant pony ass to crush me. I don't care whose ass it is."
"C-H-I-L-D," the genie spelled.
Anon crossed his arms defiantly. "Applebloom is a cartoon. A fictional creature from a tv show. I'm not asking for REAL children or selling crack on the side of the road."
"Yeah, you start with cartoons, but eventually that won't be enough. You'll grow bored of the imaginary eventually and become a monster later."
Anon rolled his eyes. "Sure, 'gateway drugs' and all that," he said sarcastically. "The stuff that didn't happen until AFTER the drug addicts had been locked up, released, pinned with a record that prevented them from getting a normal job ever again so they drowned their ruined lives in every chemical emotion they could find? An entire generation of homeless and druggies created by the paranoid label of 'gateway drugs'. A self-fulfilling prophecy. I'm not asking you for a child sex slave, I just want you to summon a pastel pony who towers over me who will sit on me for a bit."
The genie thought about Anon's word for a bit. But didn't seem to buy them. "Sex and drugs are not the same thing."
Anon growled. "Yes they are. Chemicals that screw with your brain for pleasure or otherwise. Now will you grant my wish or not?"
The genie sighed in defeat. "You are my master. Your sick perverted wish... is my command." With that, he crossed his arms and gave his head a quick flick.
There was a sound like a bell ringing and then Applebloom was there, casting her shadow over little Anon. The human gasped in shock at her sudden appearance, stepping back as he tried to take in the view of the enormous pony. The yellow filly grinned down at the little human in return. They were both eager for some good... twisted fun...
No one expected World War 3 would be caused by accident. Or that the catalyst would be the arrival of a giant pony race, specifically one named Twilight Sparkle. To be fair, it was a First Contact scenario unlike any mankind had prepared for.
Ponies were huge. On average over 100 meters (330 ft) tall if you measured at the top of the head. Most buildings in New York city were shorter than that. A single hoof filled half a basketball court! Giant, quadrupedal, fur covered, aliens who wielded magic and called themselves "ponies" even though they only barely resembled native Earth equines. There were a lot of scientists with complaints.
Fortunately the collateral damage of First Contact hadn't been too bad. Ambassador Twilight knew of humanity's small stature before coming, but property damage was inevitable. However, the shockwave her appearance made in politics was even greater than the ones she sent through the ground when she walked. In the simplest terms: humanity lost its mind. New religions boomed. Terror mixed with joy as countless people declared the dawn of a new era, whether a new golden age or the beginning of man's destruction. Economies soared while others crashed. Everyone argued.
Then the war started.
Twilight and her friends had not expected it. Honestly, no one had. Nations simply started shooting at each other and the common man and pony couldn't make heads or tails of it. The ponies were safe. Man couldn't make portals to attack Equestria even if they had been trying to. But the civilians of Earth suffered greatly. The desire to interfere, to force man to stop fighting, was almost irresistible. Yet the ponies realized that trying to stop the bloodshed actually risked making it worse. They had not expected nations to start invading each other so there was no predicting what else might happen if they tried. So they instead implemented the Human Integration Program.
From the start there had not been plans to bring humanity to the other side. Originally, the ponies believed trying to develop a mixed society would be just too difficult. It was just as ridiculous an idea as trying to move ponies over to Earth. The sheer difference in scale was too much and the risk to human life was far too great. But now the situation had changed. People were hungry, homeless, dying, and had nowhere to flee. So Equestria opened the flood gates for the refugees.
To be fair, the decision was rushed. The facilities and logistics had not been fully realized before the plan went into effect. Or as the kids would say, "it was a mess". The refugee camps were little more than wooden boxes with a little bit of dirt for bedding. Some cloth was provided so the humans could make their own tents and shelters. A technique for "scaling down" food had not been figured out yet so people were biting into apples bigger than buses and carving corn kernels like they were Thanksgiving turkeys.
But the humans were safe, fed, and warm. So the program continued and ponies considered it mostly a success. Then came the work dilemma.
Ponies, such as Celestia herself, feared that the refugees might become complacent if they were simply provided everything they needed. They would degenerate and become little more than pets. They needed something. Dreams to look forward to. So the Human Integration Program began phase 2. Just because man was waiting for the war to end so they could go home didn't mean they had to be idle. It was time to stop the depressed moping and get people moving forward again...
How to be a Goddess (Twilight, Roseluck, micro humans)
Roseluck stepped into the Golden Oaks library with a nervous glance behind her, as though afraid somepony was following her. Twilight was excited about the arrival of a customer. Though she was also a bit confused by the flower pony's behavior.
"Welcome Roseluck!" Twilight greeted the mare warmly, setting aside her current reading.
The cream colored earth pony awkwardly closed the door before timidly approaching the librarian. "Hello Twilight."
"What can I help you with today?" Twilight's smile was feeling a bit forced now.
Roseluck stopped on the other side of the center table. She stood there for a moment. Scratched an itch on her left foreleg. Then cleared her throat. "Do you... uh... do you have any books about... uh... the old... pony gods?"
Twilight blinked at her. "Yes, I do have one," the violet unicorn replied simply. She stood, shuffled over to one side of the library, and began scanning the shelf for the only book she had on the subject. "Not many ponies talk about the gods anymore," Twilight added conversationally. "Fascinating stuff."
"Yeah," was Roseluck's entire response.
Twilight could feel the weight of this mystery settling on her shoulders. A possible friendship problem? How did the pony gods, the oldest myths in the pony world, fit into the mare's troubles?
Twilight's magenta magic grabbed the aged and weathered tome, pulling it free from the shelf. "Soooo," Twilight droned, "what made you want to read about the gods?" Immediately Twilight wanted to face-hoof. She could have tried to be more subtle. Obviously the problem was embarrassing to Roseluck or at least made her uncomfortable. Just asking her outright? Smooth. As. Sandpaper.
The mare looked off to the side and coughed into a hoof. "I need to know... what it... means... to be a goddess."
Twilight paused mid-step, book levitating beside her head. "Pardon?"
Roseluck sighed in resignation. "I need to know how a goddess is supposed to act. So, I thought, maybe how the pony gods acted would give me some good ideas."
Twilight blinked. "Is this for a play or...?"
"No," the earth pony said quickly and shook her head.
Twilight reached the table and put the book down in front of her customer. "Then why do you need to know how to act like a god?"
Rose ran her hooves over the cover. "A swarm of tiny creatures called 'humans' appeared in my garden. They keep calling me their goddess and insist on worshiping me. I'm not sure what else to do."
The unicorn's jaw dropped. What Roseluck had just said was insane. Nonsensical. "Your garden is infested with bugs that can talk?"
Roseluck opened her mouth to say something but hesitated. Then shrugged. "I'm pretty sure they're not bugs Twilight. Calling an exterminator would be wrong. So they have to stay. But if they're going to keep calling me a goddess..." her eyes gravitated to the book.
Twilight could feel her left eye twitching. "You're going to... act like a goddess? For a bunch of talking bugs?"
Her red mane bounced as she giggled. "It does sound silly. And as much as it makes me nervous, I'm also really excited. Having a bunch of little 'humans' calling me their goddess? It could be fun."
Twilight could only gape at the mare. Was this a prank by Pinkie Pie? Had Discord broken free again? What weird unfathomable world had she fallen into!? None of this conversation had made any sense at all!
Grape Mist lay on the grass, arms folded behind her head. She stared contently at the many stars above. Countless twinkling lights sprinkled across a seemingly endless black sheet. It was beautiful.
Laying on Grape's belly was her little "normal sized" boyfriend, Extra Scribbles. He too gazed up at the stars with a look of deep thought. One of his hooves brushed the thick fur beside him as his eyes roamed the deep void above. He sighed. It was nice to just relax like this with his giant girlfriend.
"They sure are amazing, huh Extra?" the giant mare mumbled. Her words vibrated her chest and the tiny stallion a bit.
He snorted back a laugh. "Yeah. It makes you think too, you know?"
"Hm?" Grape hummed a questioning tone while perking a brow.
"Looking up at space makes everything I've ever known feel so small and meaningless. Even you are like just a speck against all of that," Extra declared as he gestured at the night sky vaguely. "No matter what problems I face in life, whatever threats or annoyances, I can always look up at them and feel like it's all just a blip in the vast universe. That the infinite passage of time and space will brush all of it away. It's really very humbling, you know?"
Grape thought for a moment. Then she shrugged. "Yeah, space is fucking big."
Silence returned to them as they both lay there in the cool night air. Though Extra Scribbles was now quietly grumbling to himself with a frustrated pout.
Much of Equestria had burned. The dark phoenix, Bodaway, had been very successful in his mission to "destroy everything". Countless villages, several towns, and an entire city had been reduced to ashes. The forests along the way had also taken a beating and the pegasi would be cleaning smoke clouds from the sky for weeks. So many lives had been ruined. So much had been lost. A number of citizens were upset that it had taken the Element Bearers as long as it did to find Bodaway and turn him into a fossil. Now all that was left was to rebuild and replant.
Not everyone shared in the tragedy however. One pony in particular discovered her special talent, her purpose, thanks to the devastation. She was a young filly named simply Mesa. An earth pony with an orange coat and a red mane. She also suffered from an unusual condition. She was a lot bigger than a normal pony.
At the age of 3 she was taller than Celestia. At 5 she could see into a second story window. When she was 9 she helped her dad replace the roof by using her back as a platform. Finally, now at age 12, she was just tall enough that the top of her head could be used as a lift to reach the roof of a 5 story building. In other words, she was huge and still growing.
Her extra size had felt like a curse for a long time. Sure it brought lots of interesting magicians and doctors who would share wild stories with Mesa while examining every hair on her body. She got to travel to distant places and see strange machines. But she had always felt like a freak too. She didn't fit in. She ate WAY more than a normal pony. She regularly crushed things no matter how careful she was. Someponies made fun of her and others were afraid of her. Mesa almost felt like she didn't really count as an earth pony at all.
Until the cleanup crews and construction workers needed help.
With so much debris that needed moving, the teams struggled to clear the roads for families to get back into their homes to recover anything that might have survived the fires. Mesa's family included. So the filly, feeling sorry for the workers pushing themselves so hard to move what seemed like an endless trail of black sticks that used to be trees from the road, stepped in and simply... threw them aside. It was trivially easy for her. HER! A young pony of only 12 years. When a dozen full grown earth pony stallions, each one 2 to 3 times her age, struggled to move even a single tree.
They were embarrassed but grateful. Naturally she helped them clear the entire road into the first town. A project that was expected to take several days ended up taking only a few hours. For Mesa, it was no more difficult than tossing aside branches. Many ponies thanked her.
Mesa had felt... she wasn't sure what. For so long being big was only ever a burden. Yet she was the one who had cleared the road and it was thanks to her incredible size and strength. She wanted to help more. To use her size to do something else. So with permission from her parents, she asked the cleanup crew for more work. Which they gave her.
Months worth of hard labor for hundreds of ponies Mesa could do in days if not faster. It felt good to be thanked by so many ponies. Sure, the roads would have been cleared eventually, but her efforts offered families trying to salvage something from their old lives a quicker resolution.
Then it was time to start rebuilding. Again Mesa volunteered to help. Unfortunately it didn't go so well at first.
It turns out that homes are complex structures filled with a lot of little pieces that Mesa just couldn't handle precisely enough to make a good builder. Mesa was forced to become a simple mover. It wasn't what she wanted to be doing, but she could transport lumber and other materials a lot faster and easier than other forms of transportation and with greater flexibility than a crane. So she was still a major help, but she had been looking forward to building.
Then came a pony with a ridiculous idea.
A lot of ponies were living in crowded shelters and simple tents that barely kept the weather off the inhabitants. They needed a lot of cheaply built sturdy buildings. They had a giant pony ready and happy to work, but she couldn't build "real" homes or structures. She was too big.
They had the strength, but not the precision. It was a frustrating conundrum for one aspiring architect by the name of Rapid Lines. He was a unicorn who agonized over the problem for weeks when inspiration struck him thanks to a bread shortage and a bit of banter between 2 workers. They had wanted to make sandwiches, but bread was one luxury that was hard to come by after the fires. One of the stallions had simply decided to have a salad. The other insisted that he didn't need bread to make a sandwich. When challenged that such a thing was impossible, he replied that it didn't need bread to be built and eaten like a sandwich.
Rapid Lines felt like he had been struck with genius.
They had a lot of ponies who needed better temporary dwellings. But why would a TEMPORARY dwelling need the same considerations as a permanent building?
So a plan was proposed and Mesa happily agreed.
Stone was readily available from the nearby mountains. Cutting it into crude blocks and delivering them in mass quantities was also cheap. It was building something with them that was usually the hard part, but Mesa was more than capable of playing with "blocks".
The new temporary homes weren't pretty, but they were strong. Made of large stone bricks tightly packed together and topped by aspiring builders with straw and thatch roofs. Mesa was proud. Entire neighborhoods went up made of the stone brick buildings. Though she was supposed to follow specific building codes Mesa wasn't afraid to push it a little bit. The bricks she was provided weren't all the same size and often didn't fit well together unless she played around with their arrangement. So each structure ended up looking just a bit different from the one next door. She made sure each one had separate rooms and was spacious enough for more than one pony. The end result wasn't as ugly as she had feared. Though maybe a little plain.
Never before had so much been built in so short a time by a single pony. A filly who was only 12 years old and still just playing with her blocks. It was also the accomplishment that got her a cutie mark.
