33: Big Belle French Kiss Contains: MLP, HIE, amazon, Sweetie Belle, French kiss --- 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?" --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]This short is both a request and based on an old Tumblr blog (back before Tumblr banned all lewd material). The user's name was Boneless and I'm not sure if they are still around or care. The blog was mostly based around a Sweetie Belle doing pretty sexual stuff with an Anon of about the scale in this story. Including: stuffing him in her panties, laying on top of him, licking his entire face, etc.[/i] [i]The hardest part of this short was the ending. I wasn't sure where to cut the dialog exactly. Did I want Belle to offer to take him home before ending it as one last joke? Oh well.[/i] --- 34: Big Pink Alter Contains: MLP, micro human, Pinkie, hoof, sweat, cheesy role-play, cute, realistic? --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]This was a request made about 3 years ago and, keeping to my proclamation from just as long ago, I did eventually get it done. Though I wonder if the requester even remembers. Anyway, this was a hard piece for 2 reasons. First, I hate Pinkie Pie. She is an annoying character who was less funny than she was distracting from whatever was going on in the episode. Second, I'm not a foot/hoof guy. Put those together and this was tough to do. So I might have rushed it a bit. Too much time on the setup, not enough time on the payoff I'm afraid. Oh well. I'm not motivated enough to beat this into a proper beautiful shape.[/i] --- 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 [i]pony[/i] 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 [i]fun[/i]?" 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... [i]sexy[/i]." 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 [i]play[/i]. 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 [i]sexy[/i] 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 [i]release[/i]." "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 [i]his[/i] 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 [i]generic[/i]! 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. --- 35: Coming Through Contains: MLP, macro, gentle? --- Little Rock was faced with a dilemma. 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. What should he do? What would any good pony do? --- 36: Fluttershy Looms Contains: MLP, Fluttershy, threatening looming --- Thump. Thump. Thump. 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. --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]Eh, I was stalking 4chan one day and saw someone mention something about wanting a dominatrix Fluttershy to loom over them. So I wrote that.[/i] --- 37: Growth Boops Contains: MLP, Twilight, Anon, boop, growth --- 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!" --- 38: How to be a Goddess Contains: MLP, Twilight, Roseluck, micro humans --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]Inspired by a funny picture of Rose being praised by a swarm of tiny anons.[/i] --- 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! --- 39: Love Your Planet Contains: MLP, macro, love --- 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. --- 40: Star Gazing Contains: MLP, macro, stupid --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]A friend at work once told me he thought space was really cool. Naturally, being a bit of a philosopher, I assumed... too much of his love. The following conversation went a little something like this...[/i] --- 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. --- 41: The Yellow Pool Contains: MLP, macro, watersports --- 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... --- 42: Playing With Blocks Contains: MLP, filly, macro, feel good --- 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. --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]Bodaway means "fire maker". Got to love name meaning sites.[/i] [i]The original idea for this story was a silly short about a young filly keeping a tiny Anon hostage and making him live in temporary houses she'd build out of blocks. Then she'd taunt him while knocking them down so he'd have to run for his life. But that idea got me thinking about buildings made out of brick and what happens after a natural disaster destroys a lot of people's homes. Eventually I evolved the idea from a "simple silly" story into more of a "feel good" story.[/i]