01: True Weight of Money Contains: micro Anon, death --- "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 of a 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. She shrugged then rushed home eager to add the bit to her piggy bank. --- 02: Fluttershy Buttcrush Contains: micro Anon, butt crush, unaware --- 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... --- 03: Rarity Cleans Up Contains: Rarity, 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 (whose 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." --- 04: Anon, Lost and Crushed Contains: micro Anon, Spike, unaware, crush --- 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 spellbook, 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. --- 05: Macintosh the Cruel God Contains: anthro, macro, Big Mac, city crush, feet --- 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 upward. 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. --- 06: How to Burn Humans with a Magnifying Glass Contains: anthro, cruelty, micro, rampage, Applebloom, Sweetie Bell --- "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." --- 07: Celestia's Grand Canyon Contains: micro Anon, Celestia, 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, Summon 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 that Lucky Pebble I lost there when I was 7!" 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 really 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. --- 08: Obey the Law Anon... Or Else Contains: micro Anon, suggestive, panty trap, implied 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. --- 09: Flutter Hug Contains: Fluttershy, cute, amazon, furry hugs --- Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump. 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 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. "Best. Morning. Ever." --- 10: May the Best Ass Win Contains: micro Anon, asses, Applejack vs Rainbow, Twilight --- 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! "Uhm, they're both... nice?" Anon chuckled nervously. "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. --- 11: Avoid the Breast Ledge Dumby Contains: micro Anons, anthro, cleavage, unaware, Milky Way --- "Anon!" Mouse screamed. "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. --- 12: Steve and Gem #1 Minecraft Team Contains: macro, minecraft, cute, diamonds --- 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 his equipment couldn't possibly last the whole 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. Like distant TNT explosions that repeated and 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. --- 13: Steve and Gem #1 Minecraft Team 2 Contains: macro, minecraft, cute, monsters --- 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 reassuringly 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. --- 14: How to Dine with your Waifu Contains: amazon, cute, dinner, RUN!! --- 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... --- 15: It's Raining Bits Contains: micro Anon, maid, death, stupidity --- 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. --- 16: Braeburn the Tease Contains: micro Anon, Braeburn, hoof, sweat --- "I'm going to crush you~" Braeburn singsonged, his dirty sole circling overhead ominously. "You won't," Anon crossed his arms confidently. Braeburn snickered. "Pretty brave for a stallion smaller than an apple seed," he remarked. The shadow hung over Anon for several seconds, allowing the pony's musk to bake the air. Anon coughed once and waved a hand in front of his face. "Could you move that thing somewhere else?" he grumbled. Braeburn pouted, but did what the human asked. "Party pooper." "Sorry I don't enjoy the smell of your hoof sweat." "You sure about that?" Braeburn winked suggestively. "I've got some nice worn boots you could live in." Anon felt... awkward. "Uh, no thanks. I think I'm going to go take a cold shower." --- 17: Practical Jewelry Contains: micro Anon, Galla, trap, Rarity --- "Does this dress make me look fat?" 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?! "I'll get you for this, Rarity." --- 18: Eyes Off the Buns Contains: micro Anon, Mrs Cake, cruel, ass crush --- 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. --- 19: Alcohol + Lyra = Mass Destruction Contains: micro humans, city crush, aftermath --- 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." --- 20: Doors are Hard Contains: amazon, Rarity, Anon, cute --- 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." --- 21: Shining the Cruel God Contains: micro, cruel, vore, extinction --- 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. --- 22: All Hail Sunbutt Contains: amazon, Anon, ass cult --- "Why do you refuse to bow, Anon?" 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. "Mark my words, I will NEVER CONVERT!!" --- 23: New Couch Please Contains: amazon, Anon --- Anon stood with his head just barely above the edge of the counter. "What can I get for you today Mr. Anon?" asked the tan earth stallion. "I need a new sofa?" Anon replied dryly. Davenport smiled as he pulled a clipboard out from under the counter and set it down. "Another special order? For your unique scale?" "Yup. Still got the original design?" Davenport paused. "You don't want a new sofa?" "Just remake the old one. It was perfect." Davenport was suddenly curious. "Do you mind if I ask what happened to the original. I worked hard on it." "Rainbow Dash." The amazonian pony blinked. "She tried to sit on it." "Ah," Daven grimaced. "That sofa wasn't meant for a pony." "Yup. I found that out yesterday." --- 24: General Anon's "Mercy" Contains: micro, Anon, Celestia, stupidity --- "I hereby offer you this one and only chance for unconditional surrender." Celestia blinked. "Are... are you serious about this?" "Of course, worthless pony scum!" General Anon spat. "Your kind were made to be our slaves." Celestia raised a brow. "I would greatly appreciate it if you were more polite." "I see no reason to honor your request." "You're only an inch tall..." "Watch your mouth. I have a sword with your name on it." Celestia sighed. "Go home Anon, this is pointless." "HA! I smell fear in your pleas for mercy." "My 'pleas' are for you and your people's sake, not mine. I doubt Equestria would lose a single soldier in a war with humanity." "Grr, you asked for it! I will not stand by and let my men be insulted!" Anon charged Celestia's fuzzy chest while uttering a ferocious battle cry. For the next several minutes he hacked away, but his feeble blade proved ineffective against Celestia's thick fur. "You are free to return home at anytime," Celestia offered. "Not until you have been slain, beast!" Celestia took a loooooong sip of her tea. Today was going to be an exhausting day. --- 25: Asteroid Waifu Contains: macro, Anon, cute, objects as ponies --- "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 3 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 all these years? Foolish Anon, don't question the powers of giant mares from outer space. --- 26: The Mailman Meets Epona Contains: macro, Legend of Zelda, Epona, mailman Anon --- 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. Hyrule Field sure was a scenic route. 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 earth. 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 the 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 your 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." --- 27: Derpy and the Recliner Contains: Derpy, micro Anon, unaware, butt crush, 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 on 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. --- 28: Attack on Anon Contains: Anons, Celestia, macro, walls, friendship --- 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 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*** --- 29: Vote to Grow Contains: growth, elections, Twilight, Mayor Mare --- 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 4 meters. Meanwhile, Mayor Mare was sitting at an awe inspiring 10 and a half meters. "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. --- 30: Research Log 39 Contains: micro humans, academia, Twilight, cruelty? --- Research Log 39 / Day 135 / November 26 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 [s]like me[/s] 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 --- 31: Meeting Queen Sombra Contains: micro Anon, r63 Sombra, anthro, gluttony, boob crush --- His meeting with Sombra had started off well. 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. [i]Darn it, woman! Watch what you're doing! You have a guest! a tiny guest,[/i] 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 clothes. "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 [i]little[/i] 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. 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. --- 32: Solar Wind Contains: planet macro, Celestia, fart, mass death --- 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 another 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!!"