Hang from Her By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, micro Anon, nipple piercings Version: 1 --- [i]Author Note:[/i] [i]Not really a continuation of a previous flash fic "Obey the Law Anon... or Else", just a reuse of characters with inspiration from a picture I'm not even going to bother looking for. It was simply a black and white drawing of a mare showing off her unusual nipple piercings. They looked a lot like little handlebars.[/i] [i]I also REALLY fought with myself whether to actually write out the rest of this story and make it into a proper short. But I obviously decided against that. Maybe some day I'll take this out of the flash collection and lengthen it, but not now. I have other plans I want to focus on.[/i] --- "Pardon?" the snow white mare with her blue mane tightly pulled back in a ponytail asked completely baffled. "Please Aegis. It was a challenge and there is, like, 100 bits on the line," Anon begged. Should she feel violated, embarrassed, or bashful? If a stallion had mentioned her unusual piercings, she'd have kicked them. But this was not a stallion. It was a human smaller than a shot glass. A human she knew. He was also an idiot if she was understanding his story and request right. The guard mare, who was not currently in her armor or on duty, put her mug down near Anon on the bar top. "Anon," she began slowly, "you do realize what it is you're saying, right?" Was she being threatening? She wasn't even sure what tone she was using. Anon was blushing more than she was. "I'm sorry Aegis, but I'm short on bits and it was a dare and... you know. Could you help me out? Please?" Aegis stared. "Anon, you are never to drink again. And I don't want to hear about you hanging out with those creeps again. They're trouble. Do you hear me?" Anon sighed and his shoulders deflated. "But they're some of the few humans in Canterlot. Who else can I hang out with that is like me?" Aegis cringed. Being alone was not fun. "They are not your friends Anon. I am." Anon looked up a bit in surprise. Then he winced. "I'm sorry Aegis. I just want to impress them, you know?" "By hanging from my nipple piercings for 5 minutes while I patrol?" she questioned with a raised brow. "Yes?" Aegis Gem took a long sip of her drink. The silence between them lasted a few minutes. "If I let you do this, will it... make you happy?" Anon gaped, shocked. "Are you saying you'd be okay with it?" The pale mare grit her teeth. "Honestly? No. It is horribly embarrassing. Also, I don't want you to fall and get hurt. You humans are really delicate." Anon coughed. "That's part of the challenge. If I can hang on for just 5 minutes they'll give me 100 bits." "You could have asked me for money. I am a soldier and we get paid pretty well." "It wouldn't come with the same prestige," Anon countered. Aegis snorted and rolled her eyes. "Like that matters. When do I have to do this?" "I don't know," Anon shrugged helplessly. "Tomorrow?" Aegis Gem stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Fine. But you owe me BIG for this." Aegis was in her armor standing straight and rigid. Between her front hooves was Anon dressed in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He had gloves too, but no shoes. [i]Why is he barefoot for this?[/i] Aegis wondered to herself. They were in the middle of a random Canterlot street. Aegis was about to do her morning patrol which started with a simple circle around the block. It would take roughly 5 minutes to get back here. One simple walk and this bizarre game of manly pride would be over. She was doing this for a friend. That's what Aegis kept telling herself. Her armor wasn't anything too fancy. Hers was standard steel plate with chain-mail barding underneath. There were a pair of thick leather straps that ran across her chest to secure the set in place, but the armor otherwise left her underside exposed. Including her breasts and her uncommon piercings. A single piece of metal ran through each nipple, but where most jewelry would stop there Aegis' didn't. Two parallel bars hung down from either end for a bit until a second crossbar went through them again. They looked like a pair of trapeze swings. And they were clearly visible from a human vantage point on the ground. "Soooooo... are you ready?" Aegis quizzed awkwardly. "The human clapped his hands together a few times, psyching himself up for the challenge ahead while also trying very hard not to look at the mare's bare breasts. "Y-yeah. I'm ready." The guard hesitated for a few seconds before taking three careful steps forward. Now she stood over Anon. Aegis blushed as she lowered herself to nearly laying down on the road. Anon looked up timidly. Ponies weren't known for having big boobs. On equines breasts were always shallow. But they made up for it with long perky teats. So the human's face was red as a tomato as the short upside-down hills descended toward him almost teasingly. The mare's practically famous jewelry almost seemed to be inviting him over to her black udders. The man couldn't help but notice how dark it got there under her and in the pony's shadow. Aegis' chain-mail brushed the ground as she hovered over the human. "Grab on," she instructed, trying to hurry this... whatever it was along. "Right," Anon shook his head. He approached the closest handle which was now suspended just below his neck. It looked like it was made of gold, but he wasn't sure. The man tenderly wrapped his fingers around the bar and gave it a tug. The jewelry swung freely enough, but the mare gasped at the unexpected weight and jerked upward. Aegis realized what she was doing and froze midway, eyes wide. Had she just ripped Anon's arms off? "Anon? Are you okay?" "I-I'm fine. J-just go slower okay." Aegis stood the rest of the way before bending her head down to look under herself. Anon was hanging from her right piercing. He looked ridiculous. It was... cute. Funny. This was so dirty. He was small enough that the skirt of her chain-mail might actually hide him even as he hung right underneath her breasts. "I'm going to start walking now. You think you can handle this?" she asked with concern. "Yeah," Anon replied after a few seconds. "I think I can do this." The air was warm and musky, but Anon felt like he had a good grip. He might actually get those 100 bits and bragging rights yet! He just had to avoid falling to the ground below and breaking his legs. Or getting too embarrassed looking up at the hardening nipple just above his head. --- --- --- Steve and Gem #3 Minecraft Team By: Blobskin Contains: Minecraft, macro, Steve, cute Version: 2 --- It was not your typical duel. The word "duel" implied a battle between similar opponents. Probably wielding the same, if not at least similar, weapons. This was not the case. This duel was between two very different combatants. A mighty iron fist crashed into the cobblestone wall with enough force to send pebbles flying across the room. Steve, with his strong body and quick reaction time honed from years of fighting, rolled across the floor to the opposite wall. He was breathing heavy, bleeding from multiple places and forming bruises just about everywhere else. He jumped back to his feet and positioned his diamond sword between him and the iron golem. The artificial guardian of the temple was also badly damaged. Enormous gashes had been carved out of its chest, arms, and legs. Even the glow in its eyes was starting to fade. This fight was almost over, but Steve had lost his iron chest-piece mere moments ago. Already injured and with the most important component of his defense gone he didn't feel confident about victory. The man seriously considered cutting his losses and making a run for it. The golem stomped forward with a menacing unnatural growl. Steve waited for his moment. It came. The golem raised its right fist for another powerful punch which Steve deftly avoided then countered. Another deep cut was driven across the guardian's chest. It staggered back a step and Steve instinctively went for another attack. Steve thrust his blade into the beast's gut almost to the hilt. The iron golem's roar was ferocious for a moment before petering out. The glow in its eyes vanished and the huge man of metal began to teeter backwards. Steve quickly withdrew his sword before it could be yanked from his hand by the dying brute. Steve took a moment to catch his breath in the tight corridor. That... that had been more difficult than he expected. He knew iron golems were tough, but it had taken every pixel of his skill just to survive. He'd have to be more prepared in the future. The Jungle Temple's loot was worth it though. [b]Two[/b] magical tomes, a bit of gold, and two diamonds. Not to mention all the XP he got from defeating the guardian. It was time to head home. Steve felt like he had spent hours down in the darkness when really he'd probably been in the temple for about one. Either way, the man sighed with relief as the sunlight graced his head. Then he sighed with frustration at the destruction around the temple. Steve's partner was an enormous white horse named Gem. She was a force of nature at the worst of times and a goofy friend at the best. Today she had obviously been in a mischievous mood. When Steve had entered the temple, a sprawling jungle had choked the landscape. Even finding the lost structure had been pure luck. Now however, the temple was surrounded by a vast clearing lined with pulverized wood. Gem had been busy while he was looting the place. There wasn't a standing tree for at least 8 chunks. Steve grumbled, upset by the pointless massacre of innocent trees. Gem knew he didn't like to be wasteful. The brat also didn't like to be left alone. "Gem!" Steve called his very over-sized mount. Immediately he heard and felt her steps. Her hooves were their own kind of weapon. Against the ground. She refused to learn how to step more gently so he was always filling in the holes. The huge mare was as tall as the largest jungle trees and her appearance was hard to miss as she circled around from somewhere behind the temple. Her face did not have a playful grin though. Gem seemed... afraid? Steve briefly felt confused. One moment he was ready to berate her for her games, now he was beginning to feel concerned. Had something happened while he was underground? The mare moved in front of the temple steps and lowered her muzzle down to him. He instinctively reached up to pat her. She neighed in delight. "What's wrong big girl?" Steve asked. Her nose retreated a bit and her huge eyes took in his condition. Then Gem's eyes began to water. "You're hurt." Steve looked down at his abused body. Yeah, he'd taken a beating. "It's alright. Just had a bit more trouble with the golem than I was ready for." Gem swallowed but didn't say anything at first. Her legs twitched. The hairs on her back rose. "You could have died." Steve rubbed his neck uncomfortably. He tended to avoid [i]serious[/i] talks with Gem. She was too innocent and silly for this kind of thing. "Yeah, but I'm tough. So I won. Let's go home." Gem wasn't satisfied. "I could have just dug up the temple," she asserted with a pained whiny. "You could have led the golem outside and let me step on him. Why did you go inside and put yourself in danger like that?!" she demanded. Gem was really upset. Steve swiped the air in front of him as a calming gesture. "If you'd dug up the temple you might have crushed and destroyed the valuable items we came to get. And the golem would never leave the temple it was built to guard." The massive mare whined like a whipped dog. "What was so important in that hole you would risk leaving me... all alone in this world?" Steve felt like a piece of zombie flesh. Like utter useless trash. "I'm sorry Gem. I didn't mean to worry you so much. I promise that I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He made a "come here" flick with his hand which Gem obeyed. Her nose was bigger than he was. The man wrapped his hands around the end of the horse's muzzle like he was hugging a tree. He gently pet her and whispered apology after apology. Promising that he'd never abandon his giant partner and he'd be more careful in the future. Steve and Gem were a team. Man and horse. Friends. They cared deeply about each other. Woe to the fool that ever hurt either of them and earned the wrath of the other. --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]Maybe a little too cutesy. Also really got into making Minecraft references. I'm a dork.[/i] --- --- --- Twilight's Ponies By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, Twilight, micro, cruel, hoof crush, death Version: 1 --- Celestia's love for ponies had manifested as a drive to build a prosperous nation. For what better way to spread happiness than to guide them in making a near utopia? Twilight too loved all ponies. However, she also saw the terrible flaws in Celestia's designs. Celestia allowed crime. She allowed evil. She allowed chaos. The true path to peace and happiness was control. Control of [b]everything[/b]. Implementing her desire for the world had not been easy. It had taken at least a lifetime. But now, over 100 years later, the results were worth it. All of Equestria had been shrunk and stored in glass cases. All around the Great Museum were sections of land scaled to various degrees. It was beautiful. Twilight was no longer a princess or something so silly as a queen. She was the goddess of ponies and she directed every aspect of their lives. There were no wars or outside threats to their mortal heaven. They had everything they could ever want. It was perfection. However, on occasion, she had to deal with... escapees. Twilight's face was twisted in a scowl as she stomped angrily down the halls of the Great Museum. The fine marble made a loud clack whenever her hooves landed. It was the only sound in the hall lined with exhibits and plaques. Twilight could not take the time to smile upon her little ponies for she was too busy dealing with the [i]trash[/i]. They had come from one of the larger displays so they were around the size of small mice. They wouldn't get far regardless. There were no places to hide in the vast empty halls of the Museum. For them it would be a multi-mile long journey to the front door. And even if they could get past its advanced magical protections, they then had to cross the Equestrian Wasteland. A hike that took days at normal size to accomplish. Only then would they have a chance of finding someone who could unshrink them. No matter what they were doomed. That brought Twilight a small bit of comfort. Even if she didn't catch them they would still parish. Though she would be lying if she claimed she didn't look forward to these developments now and then. It was a chance to demonstrate and feel her power. Her true position and purpose. Movement caught her eye. At the intersection ahead a blur zipped around the corner. Twilight snorted. The hunt was nearly over. Now it was simply a matter of punishment. The tall violet alicorn trotted to the four-way junction and immediately spotted the three pathetic ponies sprinting with every ounce of desperate strength they had. The goddess smirked to herself. They never gave up and begged for mercy. They always struggled to the last moment. So stupid. There was no need for words as Twilight took measured step after measured step. Each time her hoof landed the pony in last place stumbled and slowed. It was trivially easy to catch up to him. Then she simply dropped her golden clad foot. There was a satisfying crunch and a wet squish. Red leaked from beneath her shoe. Twilight's eyes glinted with joyful malice. But while she reveled in the first catch, the other two had gained some distance. Not that such a puny advantage would matter of course. It just meant more walking. Twilight almost pranced forward. Her steps creating stronger and stronger quakes that again made the last place pony stumble. Then she slipped on the smooth floor and rolled over and over. She foolishly took a moment to catch her breath and figure out where she was. By the time she looked up, it was too late. The bottom of Twilight's perfect golden shoe, stained red from the previous victim, was dropping on her. She screamed and was silenced. Crunch and squish. Delightful sensations. Twilight tingled all over. It was nice to have this chance to [i]crush[/i] evil again. It brought back fond memories of her naive childhood. The last traitor had rounded another corner, but his path had not avoided her notice. Twilight walked with an exaggerated sway of her hips around the bend only to be disappointed. The foolish pony was just standing there gaping up at her in fear and exhaustion. He really thought simply breaking line of sight for 5 seconds was enough? Stupid. The rebels were all so stupid. When would they realize it was better to stay in the cages she provided for them and be loved? Twilight rolled her eyes and lifted her hoof. It was time to end this. The little pony screamed something and tried to resume running. But he was too close. It took a bit of stretching now, though Twilight's hoof still landed firmly on his back and splattered him across the floor. His demise had been more of a pop due to excessive force. It wasn't as nice a feeling, but the pony had tried to run at the last second. Oh well. Twilight shrugged and summoned the insignificant magic required to begin cleaning her pretty shoes and the smooth floors back to their mirror shine. Blood was only nice to look at for a moment after all. --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]What? In the first batch of new flash fics, I had to have at least one dark gory story. Also kind of like the idea of a twisted evil Twilight. As though Celestia had been a blind fool to turn over the kingdom to the mentally unstable young alicorn.[/i] --- --- --- The Little Race By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, micro humans, silly Version: 1 --- The air was charged with excitement and the chatter of bets. The warehouse had little in the way of furniture other than the table in the middle and the heat rays some sadist claimed were lights hanging above. It was dark outside, but there must have been over a hundred ponies crowding around the table. Two ponies there were very well known. "20 bits says Anon takes 1st place," Rainbow Dash, Element of Loyalty, challenged. "Oh Dashie, have you so little faith in your star?" Pinkie Pie, Element of Laughter, taunted back playfully. "50 bits says Bob gets 1st." Rainbow's eyes bulged and her nostrils flared. "50 bits is way too much for one race, Pinkie. I won't have any left to bet on the other events." Pinkie grinned even wider. "That's only if you lose. If your star is as good as you think you'll have twice the bits to gamble on the other games." Rainbow cringed. Pinkie could sometimes be smarter than Twilight. "30 bits." "45." "35." "40 bits. Take it or leave it," Pinkie snorted. Rainbow pouted in frustration. "Fffffffine. You're on for 40 bits." Pinkie and Rainbow shook hooves in agreement. "A pleasure doing business with you Rainbow." "Yeah yeah," the blue pegasus growled. The two friends were startled by somepony shouting that the race was about to start. So they pushed their way through the crowd until they were standing at the edge. The table was fairly large and had a series of circles drawn around the edges. The race track. 8 humans, each a third the size of a mouse, were stretching at the starting line. Each of them wore a single bright color and a number, though the number was hard to see. The human in bright green wore the number 3, his name was Anon and he was Rainbow's favorite. He was fast. The human in white wore the number 7, he was named Bob and Pinkie almost seemed to have a crush on the little creature. He never came in 1st, but the bubbly earth pony always rooted for him. The racing official was a pale yellow unicorn with a red baseball hat and a whistle. She gently informed the humans it was time to take their places, which they did. Then she counted down from 3 and blew the whistle. The runners were off and the room cheered. Ponies stomped their hooves as they watched the race unfold. Pinkie and Rainbow were no exception. The pegasus could barely keep her wings from flapping as Anon began to pull ahead of the group. Meanwhile, Bob was still with the pack. He wasn't last, but it didn't seem like he was going to overtake anyone else. The racers progressed around the edge of the table to the halfway point. The group was starting to breakup and space opened between each of them. Anon was still in the lead. Two humans back was Bob, still not last, but getting further and further behind 1st place. The race ended and Rainbow hollered along with many other ponies. Smugly, she turned to Pinkie and held out a hoof. "I win." "Yeah, Anon was 1st," Pinkie admitted somberly, pulling out the hefty 40 bits to give the giddy blue pegasus. "But Bob tried his best. He's still a winner in my book." Rainbow didn't hear that last part, too wrapped up in her sudden dramatic increase in wealth. Meanwhile Pinkie was looking down at the human in white with a proud smile. He was looking roughly as smug as Rainbow. He'd beaten his personal best time. That was enough for him. --- --- --- Pole Dance Hotel By: Blobskin Contains: MLP, micro human, pole dance tease Version: 1 --- Andy thought finding a hotel room for the next few days was going to be a pain. Ponyville was a small town, there was no way they had accommodations fit for humans. Even getting around the place was going to suck. However, while searching the internet for rooms, the young man stumbled across something confusing. A pole dance hotel? What the hell did that even mean? Searching the name of the supposed hotel made things even more confusing. "Madam Berry's Double Twirl" kept getting him some kind of strip club. A [i]pony[/i] strip club. But the ad he kept coming back to was for a cheap human scale hotel room. So which was it? Was Madam Berry's Double Twirl a strip club or a hotel? Their website said it was a strip club, yet they had an ad for human hotel rooms. Andy felt like his brain was going to melt. Could they do both? That seemed like a strange combination if so. The horny part of the man's mind even considered the possibility of seeing a show or 2. He was going to be in town for the next 3 days. Did the room fee include shows? Knowing his luck certainly not. It'd probably be discounted though. Andy called a "cab" and told the yellow pony with the box for a saddle to take him to Madam Berry's. The stallion blinked at him, loaded him up, and trotted to the place. The cab pony dropped him off at the front desk where a violet mare greeted him. "Are you here for the club or the hotel?" Andy glanced about the rather plain lobby. The open doorway off to the side obviously led into the club. He probably wasn't going that way. "I'm here for the hotel room. Though I do have a couple questions." The mare tilted her head curiously. "Of course. What can I help you with?" "The room is a little bit more expensive than the... other 2 places in town. Does that mean... shows are... included?" Andy felt himself blushing. The mare giggled behind a hoof. "Honestly I wasn't sure what to charge for our special kind of rooms. Yes, shows are definitely included, but our rooms won't be much good for resting overnight. Because that's when the shows are. The rooms are also pretty small." "I see," Andy replied with a little smile. So he would get to see the girls. "So... where are the rooms?" "Right over here," the purple earth mare directed his eyes with a hoof. The counter curved towards the wall where a human sized door was. After signing his name, paying for the 3 nights, and getting his key, Andy went through the door. It was an elevator that only went down. At the bottom was a LONG hallway. Andy followed the hall all the way to the end with his single rolling suitcase behind him. The one perk of being a human in a giant pony world was lots of exercise. The hall led to another elevator which only went up. However, each button on the lift, except for the bottom floor he came from, was accompanied by a keyhole. There were 3 floors and 3 keyholes. His key was label with a #2 and fit nicely into the second slot. So up to the second floor Andy went. "Each floor is a room?" Andy thought. Berry hadn't explained that part. Oh well. It was pretty obvious once he got in the elevator. When the doors opened however, Andy was in for another surprise. The room was indeed [i]small[/i]. The man had half a mind to go back and complain. The single bed took up at least a third of the room! The rest of the space was occupied by the elevator itself and a small cabinet. There was barely any space left to move around. Additionally, the room was round. As in the bed and cabinet didn't fit neatly against the walls because the walls were circular all the way around. At least the man could fit his bag under the bed. Though while he was doing so he noticed that posted on the wall was the club's schedule in big bright text. Andy sighed and shrugged. A bit pricey, but he got to see free pole dances. Also the room was tiny and shaped weird. He could deal with that. For tonight he figured he'd just sleep. He'd been traveling all day. He'd go see the dancers tomorrow night. Andy changed into his pajamas and got into bed. He was soon out like a light. Until someone else turned them back on with a whoosh of sound like a sci-fi door opening. Andy jumped up in his bed with a yelp and stared at his room. All the walls were gone. No, not gone, just lowered. The curved walls were now all glass. The man slid out of his bed in a trance and crept to the great windows so he could take in the view. "Outside" was the inside of the club. It was like looking down from the top floor of a skyscraper, except below was a view of a bunch of pony sized seats in an arc around his apartment. No, a stage that his apartment was in the middle of. Andy gaped in confusion. Ponies, stallions mostly, were already seated and whispering to each other. A few more were coming in through the doorway off in the distance. Now that he was pressed against the glass Andy could hear the ambient music playing. Something slow and boring. The man was clueless. What was going on? Then the lights of the club dimmed. Then the lights in the floor of the stage shown brightly and almost blinded Andy who stumbled back and fell onto the bed of his room. While he blinked the spots out of his eyes, a powerful erotic musical beat began to shake the entire room. A voice that seemed to be singing in another language began to seduce his ears. Andy realized the show was starting. The human could barely hear it through the glass when the stallions began to whistle. He turned and his mouth dropped. Though the elevator to his room blocked most of the view backwards up the the stage, it was clear what had inspired the stallions. A mare stood on her rear legs, dressed in sexy lingerie. Her peach colored fur was highlighted by the dark fabric that tried to hide her body. Her forehooves, which were currently raised above her head as she strutted onto the stage, were fit into a pair of thin dark socks. Her rear legs sported a pair of equally thin pantyhose that were held in place by buckles hanging from her garter belt. A black thong tightly clung to her hips and a lacy bra did a poor job of obscuring her nipples and breasts. Finally, she had a collar securely fastened around her neck. Andy gulped as the huge mare danced toward his apartment. Now he understood. The mare's pole, the most important part of her performance, WAS his apartment. He was going to get a truly front row seat to her ass and her pussy. All night long. These apartments weren't good for getting sleep at all. --- --- --- Hoof Sweat Blanket By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, Rainbow Dash, micro Anon, socks, sweat Version: 1 --- It was cold out. As far as Anon was concerned, winter sucked. Why couldn't it be summer all year long? The man grumbled as he wrapped himself in a "blanket" and shivered away. It was at that moment that Rainbow Dash, the fastest, most agile, and hardest working weather pony in town, burst through the front door. A wall of freezing cold air raced through the house sending Anon into a new fit of shivers. "Whew," Rainbow wheezed. "That was a hard day. ANON I'M HOME!! Where's my favorite tiny human?" she called. Anon could hear and feel his giant marefriend approaching. She found him on the floor in front of a blazing fireplace wrapped in one of her socks. She snickered at the sight, barely holding back a laugh. "You cold Anon?" "Y-yes. Very cold. Did you have to let so much of the heat out?" he growled. Rainbow's ears pinned and she looked away bashfully while still dressed in her thick jacket. "Sorry Anon, I wasn't thinking. It was a lot of work today." "What idiot schedules a blizzard?" Anon grumbled. "Who benefits from hitting towns with a blizzard? There's no point. It's stupid." Rainbow chuckled and tossed aside her beanie. "Well somepony higher up thinks it's important to strike a balance. If heat waves in summer make trips to the beach nicer than some ponies must enjoy cold waves in winter." The pegasus tossed aside her jacket as she spoke. Anon continued to groan and pulled the sock tighter. "I'm cold and I don't like it." "I'm sorry Anon, I wish I could warm you up." The mare looked down at the socks she was wearing and was about to pull them off and toss them aside as well when a thought struck her. "Hey Anon?" "What?" he barked. "Is that sock warm enough?" "No," Anon snorted in frustration. "Let me get you a warmer one then." Anon blinked. This was a pretty fluffy sock. Where was Rainbow going to get a "warmer one"? The answer became clear in a second. One of the socks she'd just been wearing blanketed the man and hid him from the outside world. The heat and the pungent stench of pony sweat crashed into Anon in an instant. He quickly began fighting with the tube of fabric looking for freedom. The human gasped for fresh air as soon as he found it, throwing the damp cloth off of his head. Only to have a second one smother him immediately after. Rainbow laughed as he fought this one off too. "A-are you trying to kill me?!" Anon panted, a bit out of breath from the struggle. "Are you cold anymore?" she asked with a cheeky grin. Anon glared. "That's not the point." Then he realized the chill was starting to hit him again because he'd not only escaped the two sweat soaked attackers but also his original dry protection. He began to shiver. Rainbow noticed as well and rapidly ducked down toward him. With gentle hooves she grasped... her sweaty, but warm, socks and bundled Anon in them. His shivering died down but he might have turned a little green. "This is so gross," he groaned. Rainbow chuckled again. "Come on, I know you like how I smell." Anon rolled his eyes. "That's your shampoo." "Shampoo is only one ingredient in my scent," she said with a suggestive whisper. Anon shivered, but it wasn't from the cold anymore. Maybe he could get used to this smell. If Rainbow really wanted to get into this sort of thing. --- --- --- Titan Chasers By Blobskin Contains: mlp, macro, storm chasing, lore Version: 1 --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]Based off an interesting picture. No worries, it's safe for work:[/i] https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21500369/ --- Cloud Ripper lived up to his name. Smashing and tearing through the clouds that had been left to wander the skies here above the wilderness. He was in a hurry. A [i]big[/i] hurry. And the stupid fluffy white blobs were not helping. A short distance behind him was his partner, High Sight. The pegasus was barely more than a colt. So young. Yet he could soar. And that was what this mission required. The two of them needed to be fast and they needed to fly high. "Get out of my way," Cloud Ripper growled. His vision was nothing but white at the moment. Suddenly, he emerged into open sky, leaving a huge gaping hole in his wake. For several seconds he simply basked in the freedom of open air. The sun warmed his fur even as his mane flapped wildly against his head. In that instant the pressures of his job and life were gone. Everything was going to be okay. "Woah," a voice filled with awe came from behind him. Cloud Ripper blinked and looked down. Then the tension returned in force. This was bad. Cloud Ripper's hoof jumped to his headset and pushed the button there to begin transmitting. He also had to slow so the wind wouldn't drown out his message. "This is Cloud Ripper, we have eyes on the Titan. She is moving in a north-east direction cutting through Fine Dirt Woods. Though her pace is slow, the mare is definitely a large category two, possibly a small category three. She isn't watching where her hooves are landing and clearly has her eyes on the city. I repeat, the Titan is heading for the city." There was static for a few anxious moments. "This is Control. We hear you Cloud Ripper. The evacuation is already in progress. Notifying the royal military now. You know your orders. Keep eyes on the Titan and update us regularly on her progress. Good luck and may Celestia help us." There was a click as the connection ended. Cloud Ripper swallowed nervously as his eyes returned to the giant below crashing through the forest without a care. The swath of destruction behind her was hard to fully grasp from so high up. Each tree at least came up to her knees, yet her thick legs plowed through them carelessly and snapped the old trunks like they were poorly made pencils. It wasn't a worst case scenario, but it was undeniably serious. A lot of ponies would die if she reached the city before the royal military got to her first. "How can you tell how big she is?" the rookie asked. Now that he had eased into a glide High Sight was able to drift alongside him and talk. "Experience," Cloud Ripper grunted. "See the pine trees she's currently knocking down?" High Sight focused on the carnage below. He watched as several trees were crushed and shoved out of the mare's way. "Yeah," he said with a shiver. "The largest pine trees grow to about 25 meters. Most of those are probably a little shorter than that. More like 15 to 20 meters. It's an old forest so the trees are likely on the tall side. Yet they are only just taller than her knees with a few brushing her belly. That's the tell." High Sight quirked a brow. "The tell?" Cloud Ripper rolled his eyes. "The one detail that let's me guess her total height. If the trees are just brushing her belly at 20 meters, her total height is roughly three times that. So... 60 meters. That's the minimum height to qualify for category 3 status." "Oh!" High Sight gasped. Then with a new perspective he watched the mare for a minute as she continued her careless march. "What is the point of the category system?" he asked suddenly. Cloud Ripper snorted. "It's a loose way of estimating the damage a particular Titan can cause. Bigger the Titan, the more they can destroy in a shorter amount of time. And it's 20 meters to a category. The smallest Titans are 20 meters, category twos are 40, category threes are 60, and so on." "What's the biggest Titan ever?" High Sight asked as the mare below them crossed what would have been a wide stream with a single step. "Category 5, starting height is 100 meters." "No. I mean, what is the largest Titan ever?" Cloud Ripper didn't answer for some time. They flew in silence as the Titan below them found a road that cut through the forest. Her pace was about to accelerate. Cloud Ripper called it in. Then they returned to following the huge mare in silence again. "The largest Titan in the world is over 120 meters, at least, but nopony is sure of her exact height." "Is?" "Also happens to be one of the few Titans not drawn to large civilized areas. So she hasn't been put down. Yet." For a few seconds they watched the large pony beneath them leave gaping holes in the road as she walked towards a helpless city. The royal military still hadn't arrived. --- --- --- Trust the Offer By: Blobskin Contains: implied mlp, micro humans, stress, choices Version: 1 --- The tv was off. The computer was on the other side of the apartment. The only sound was the ticking of the grandfather clock Travis's father had left him. The blinds were slightly open to let the orange hues of the late day sun spill into the room. There were no lights on at the moment. There was only the slowly darkening rays of the sunset to cast long deep shadows across the room. Travis sat on the couch with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced, and his nose perched on the backs of his hands. His eyes appeared to stare at the bare coffee table in front of him, but he saw nothing. Travis was lost in very deep thought. The riskiest decision of his life. The offer was incredibly tempting. But it was also incredibly dangerous. If he was wrong, he would either die or live out the rest of his life in a cage. Tortured and regularly nurtured back to health just to endure it all over again. Or he could be loved and cared for. He could escape the mess he'd made of his life. Travis sighed and rubbed his face. The stress was too much. The fear made him shiver and sweat. Travis was a high school dropout. He had managed not only to flunk out but to get himself kicked out of school and home. It was just an accident. A stupid mistake made by a dumb teen... Travis jumped up from the couch and deftly navigated to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and reached for a soda. He didn't keep beer around. The man didn't trust himself after what happened. He popped the tab and guzzled a third of the can down. Then he stood there staring at the closed refrigerator door. His thoughts spun and stalled again. [i]Take the offer, escape the inescapable spiral your life has become.[/i] [i]Don't take the offer, it could be a trap![/i] He closed his eyes and leaned back against the kitchen wall. It was dark. There were still no lights on and night had nearly arrived. In a few minutes the street lamps would take over for the sun. The pony sounded nice. He'd "known" her since he was 9 during an online game of Palace Takers. Her gamer name at the time had been ExpressoMaggo. Her real name was Epona. Both were nice names. They'd "known" each other for over 10 years now, but only through internet interaction. Ponies would never be allowed on Earth. However, humans were allowed on Equuis. The problem was the restriction. You had to sell your rights... Travis quickly finished off his soda and tossed the can in the trash. He stomped back to the living room and hesitated by the computer. The man's finger twitched with the desire to turn it on. But what difference would it make? The offer was always there. And so were the growing bills. His family was either dead or not interested in him. His only friends were online. His job didn't pay enough. But Epona could solve all of it. Sell himself to the pony, become her [i]property[/i], and all the stress would go away. But what if her entire identity was a lie? What if there was never any pony named Epona? The only thing waiting for him would be a cage and suffering. What if "Epona" was one of those psychopaths who enjoyed torturing tiny helpless humans like him? What if from the very beginning she was trapping him. Grooming him to be just another one of her toys? If he was wrong about her there would be no escape. Once you sold yourself to a pony there was no way out unless your master decided to free you. No rescue. No rights. No hope. And fighting back was impossible. Ponies were the size of skyscrapers. They could kill an entire army just by falling on it. Did he trust "Epona"? Travis continued to eye the dark computer screen. One message. One piece of paper. One signature. One trip. No return. Would he do it? --- --- --- Compromise for a Dream By: Blobskin Contains: MLP, meta humor, macro, living balloon, gentle vore Version: 1 --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]Take two strange fetishes and combine them. No more thought went into this than that.[/i] --- Have you ever had a dream? A forbidden desire no other pony would ever understand? A secret? My name is Wood Chip and I had a dream. Something I needed to experience. But there were two problems doing so. First, I knew actually doing it would kill me. It was kind of a bizarre paradox. I was desperately hungry to do something I knew would cost my life, but I also didn't want to die. Second, what I wanted wasn't realistically possible anyway. You see... I really wanted to be swallowed alive. To be devoured by another. Yeah, I know. Super strange. Why are you silently backing away from me? What's with that stare? Hey, I just told you my deepest most personal secret and you're going to run off without saying anything!? Jerk. What I was trying to tell you was that I found a way. I did it. I was able to be eaten. Sort of. I had to make certain compromises. You see, the solution came to me during the last Macy's Day Parade. I never watched one before. It was kind of cool. You should totally go if you ever have a chance. But getting back to my point, I never realized that the balloons are not just... balloons. They are actors. They are alive! And in that moment, when a giant pony balloon waved at me with a big innocent smile, I swear the clouds opened up and the light of inspiration shown down on me. I knew how to be eaten and survive. Now I just needed one of them to help. I totally went into detective mode. I had to track down these balloon ponies and... ask them to eat me. Luckily for me, being celebrities, they were totally used to fans making weird requests. I guess when you're surrounded by complete weirdos all day, like those kids who want to rub the balloons or get sat on, a request as normal as mine slipped in without more than a shrug. I became the meal of one nice balloon mare named Air Light. She was a big softy. Patient and happy to indulge one of her fans. One of those newer balloons with a fuzzy exterior instead of rubbery. She laid down in front of me, her huge legs forming a funnel towards her open maw. No saliva. Oh well. Like I said at the beginning of my story, compromises. I stepped onto her squishy tongue and brushed a hoof along the inner wall of her cheek. Her throat flexed and she tried to swallow. I stumbled forward. I was on my belly as she lifted her head and used her tongue to crush me against the roof of her mouth. My world began to tilt forward and the smooth surface beneath me provided little friction. I began to slip. I didn't just go sliding down to her belly though. Her esophagus tightened around me and halted my fall. She had a surprisingly good grip in here. Slowly, the walls eased up and I began to descend. My head was pointed almost straight down and I had my front hooves ahead of me like I was diving. The narrow tunnel ended in a small chamber with walls that regularly expanded and contracted. I was in the belly of a balloon pony. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it was nice. I've probably already grossed you out you boring normie, so I won't bother going into detail how she got me out again. But I can tell you one thing for sure. I will never date a "normal" pony again. I'll only ever consider a balloon pony who can give me an experience like that... --- --- --- Trying Too Hard By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, Mrs. Cake, micro Anon, butt, tease Version: 1 --- Anon liked Sugar Cube Corner. Great donuts and cupcakes and milkshakes. Good everything. And the staff were super friendly and accommodating of his small stature. Being human was tough enough in a world of ponies. Being an inch tall was even harder. So they made him his own little table that they placed on-top of a regular table and printed him his own menu. Talk about the royal treatment. Anon thought it was great. However, after a month or two of regular visits to the sweet shop, Anon was starting to suspect something was off. Mrs. Cake tended to act... weird whenever she served him. At first it was easy to blow it off as simple equine body language he didn't understand. He couldn't use his human norms to measure pony behavior after all. Yet, as Anon's life in Equestria continued, it became ever clearer that human and pony body language was the same. Somehow. Which meant Mrs. Cake... No. It was best not to even entertain those thoughts. They were dangerous on multiple levels. But Anon wasn't ready to abandon the sweets of Sugar Cube Corner so he'd have to be sneaky. Meticulously learning the Cake's schedule and who would be waiting tables each day. Then he'd only come on the days Pinkie or Mr. Cake were likely to be his server. After another month he was certain he had figured it out! The stress of navigating that mess was solved. With a sigh of pride and satisfaction Anon went to the shop with dreams of tasting something delicious. His heart froze when he was greeted by Mrs. Cake, the big blue earth mare, in all her milf glory. "Hello Anon!" she smiled happily. Anon began to sweat and tugged on his collar. "H-hello Mrs. Cake," he replied nervously. "Oh please," the mare blushed. "Call me Cup Cake," she requested with a little wave. Anon swallowed. "Of course... Cup Cake." She giggled. "Now, can I take you to your table, VIP?" Anon wiped his forehead. "Yes please." "Such a gentlecolt," she hummed. "Hop on. You know I'll be a [i]smooth ride[/i]," she said while her voice dropped an octave and her brows lowered suggestively. [i]Bail. Bail. Bail.[/i] Anon's mind was screaming at him to make an excuse and get out of there. But he was also hungry and it was unlikely... Cup Cake... would do anything. He was willing to gamble it. True to her promise the ride was smooth and nothing happened. Other than her cradling her hoof against her chest and sighing gently before she moved to put him down. Anon brushed it off and took his seat. He lifted his menu and quickly browsed the milkshakes. What flavor did he want to try today? Meanwhile, the mare loomed over him, having produced a notepad from her apron and stuck a pencil from behind her ear into her mouth. She was ready to take his order like a proper professional. Everything was suddenly so normal. Anon felt his shoulders relax and the tension bleed away. He made his decision and Mrs. Cake dutifully noted it down with a murmur about it being a "good choice". The notepad went back in her apron as she stood and began to turn away. She took a step or two while trying to tuck the pencil back behind her ear, but then Anon heard the clack of a wood stick hitting the ground. "Oops," Mrs. Cake gasped dramatically. "Dropped my pencil," she quickly explained to Anon over her shoulder while blushing. For a moment the human snorted with amusement. These little embarrassing things happen sometimes. [i]Poor Mrs. Cake,[/i] he thought. The mare faced her backside towards the table Anon occupied and spread her rear hooves a bit. Then she bent down slowly, meticulously angling her butt higher and higher. Threatening to expose her private area to the minuscule human male at the table. Anon found himself facing the bubbly mare's very round ass cheeks. They overshadowed him like a celestial object in the sky. In a few seconds his shirt was drenched in sweat. If Mrs. Cake so much as wagged her tail he'd get a perfect view of her... "Oh come back here you little rascal," the MARRIED mare mumbled as her snout bumped the pencil causing it to roll away from her teeth. Her entire backside jiggled and tilted to one side as she took a step and stretched. Anon thought the muscles in his back would tighten so much he'd snap himself in half. He grabbed his menu and threw it up between himself and the towering butt. Even though he'd already ordered he desperately pretended to be searching for... something in its pages. That moment cleared any doubt or alternative explanations. Mrs. Cake [i]wanted[/i] him and she wasn't going to be subtle about it any more. If Mr. Cake found out about this Anon was a dead man. --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]I promised to write a story like this years ago. The closest I got was another flash fic that just had Mrs. Cake quickly butt crushing Anon. Wasn't really that good. So I hope this makes up for that half answered promise.[/i] [i]Also learned something interesting while writing this. Officially it is proper to put a period after any abbreviated word that still ends with the same letter as its full form. So "Mister" becomes "Mr." which still ends with an "r" therefor you're supposed to put a period. Interesting.[/i] --- --- -- Macro Mares Need Our Men By: Blobskin Contains: giant alien ponies, humans, nonsense Version: 1 --- Was it a meteor? The thing was simply [i]huge[/i]. At least [i]twice[/i] the size of Texas. And it was headed straight for Earth. Its trajectory kept changing so that even as the planet continued on its cycle around the sun the object followed. It was moving fast too. The typical panic ensued. It was the end of the world. Social order broke down. There was rioting and looting. Governments desperately tried to calm the populace. Videos and pictures of police and military clashing with civilians became common. The people had one month to live. Then the object was expected to hit. As the day and the object drew closer, the first long range images by satellite came out. They were... confusing, to say the least. Blurry, yes. But the shape suggested structure. Clear lines with intent. It was still too far away to identify material even though the early images suggested a dark substance. Some suggested metals. A spaceship perhaps? That's why it could change trajectory! Those weren't measurement errors but merely the ship shifting course. Humanity wasn't facing extinction, but a visit from our galactic neighbors. Some scientists dismissed this theory however. If the object was metallic they would have been able to prove it by now. It was clearly rock. A meteor. And they had no idea where it would land. Though they did agree that panic was inappropriate. With how unpredictable the object's movement seemed to be there was no reason yet to go crazy. The object was in range. The alarms had died down. Earth was quiet. Every expert, leader, and commoner was glued to the image. What. The. [i]Hell[/i]. Were they looking at?? Everyone on Earth was baffled. Confused. Befuddled. Stunned. Mystified. And a dozen other synonyms for every language. It was a giant... unicorn. With coal black fur and a flowing silver mane. Her enormous eyes, which for a short time had been mistaken as the first sign of lakes on a meteor, were clearly blue as sapphires. An absolutely [i]massive[/i]... unicorn... was drifting through space headed straight for Earth. No one knew how to respond. For the last three days until... [i]it[/i]... reached Earth everything was calm. Eerily silent. "My name is Prime Ingress and I come to you in peace." The unicorn was now orbiting Earth closer than the moon, but beyond the many artificial satellites that were currently trained on her. Her mouth moved as her horn glowed white and a feminine voice was heard across the entire surface of the world and in all languages. That is to say, [i]everyone[/i] could understand her as though she were speaking to them. The military was at maximum readiness. The leaders of multiple nations had their fingers hovering above the button for their nuclear arsenal. Billions were cowering at home. Yet the unicorn had declared peace? "I apologize for causing your... small... kind such fear. I did not intend to bring such a disruption to your planet." The video images of her showed distinct lines of regret on her enormous features. Was she telling the truth? "However, I did not come entirely without selfish reasons. I have come... to ask your kind for help." That got a lot of scared people's attention. This thing was half the size of Australia! Yet it needed human help? What could humanity possibly do for it? Mankind soon got its answer. "My species are... large," she began seemingly embarrassed by the obvious point she had to make. "We are the most powerful beings in the universe. But we have made many enemies. Crafty enemies. Our lifespans are comparable to stars, so we tend to be... slow to realize... certain things." She tapped her hooves together nervously, though there was no sound in space. "We did not realize the plans of our enemies until it was too late. We were under attack for millennia and did not grasp the severity for far too long. Now my kind faces a crisis that we cannot solve ourselves. We need the help of another species." She paused to lick her lips and straighten her back. "Our males have been exterminated. There are no male Inocern left in the universe. Despite our long lifespans, we are now as doomed as any species without a male population. We will inevitably go extinct even if our enemies do nothing." People around the world were shocked. Not only at the admission that even one of these things could be killed, but the thought that she believed humanity could do anything about this. Some scientists considered that these Inocern might have come to believe mankind possessed a way to artificially impregnate them. With enough laboratory work, it [i]might[/i] be possible. Humans had been trying for years to bring back already extinct species and were close to doing so. Having the "strongest species in the universe" indebted to humanity wasn't a bad idea. Already many of the world's most brilliant minds began theorizing and speculating. This would undoubtedly be the most important achievement in human history! If they could do it. Yet the huge mare continued speaking. "My kind have recently begun searching -- scouring -- the universe for a solution. Another species that could fill the gap and save our kind from the slow death it has been cursed with. That is why I have come to you. My eldritch powers have alerted me... that your males... may be compatible with us." She was blushing. And Earth was stopped stupid. What had she just said??? "I do not know for certain yet. I need to perform... an experiment. I would like to ask for a volunteer. I need one of your males to try to... mate with me." There was not a person on the planet that could think straight after hearing a request like that. "I realize that this might be... confusing," she said while twisting the tips of her front hooves together nervously. "But my kind do not need [i]genetic[/i] compatibility. We need another with a similar [i]nature[/i] to breed us. With no male Inocern left, we needed to find another species with a nature like our own. Your kind... seem to be like ourselves. Except... smaller. And more fragile. And without our cosmic powers. But your thoughts and actions are much like our own. Your kind... may be able to help us. That is why I need a volunteer. Just one healthy male." There was a pause. Her eyes scanned the surface of the world as she continued to orbit it. Waiting. "I can offer you great physical wealth. I can tell your species prizes shiny metals. I can offer the male who helps me with this test a mountain of gold or whatever substance you desire. And I can promise your safety. We are not about to harm the only hope our kind has at continued existence." --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]This story is a copy or a parody (I don't even know) of an artist's running image-story line. I do not remember the artist because I wasn't a big fan of his work, but the gist of the universe I'm copying was roughly the same. Except that the giants were really just human women and they were much bigger. As in Earth was the size of a marble compared to them. Why these star sized alien women, who looked suspiciously just like human ladies, needed tiny men to impregnate them I'm not sure even the original artist explained. But we all know how porn is. The story and explanations don't really matter. We just want boobs, butts, and pussy. We don't actually care how we get it.[/i] [i]However, I'm a perfectionist and I demand logical explanations. So I tried to make something that made sense. Maybe not much sense, but I tried. I also did not want Ingress to say "magic", though I was tempted for the comedic effect. Instead I went with "eldritch" and "cosmic" powers to keep the story more serious and emphasize the alienness of her kind. I toned down the size because I didn't want to have a species floating around that were literally bigger than planets, but maybe I can retcon that later if I change my mind and simply say Ingress is just small for her kind. I don't know.[/i] [i]If you think the name "Inocern" is stupid, congratulations, the author who coined the term agrees with you. I didn't want to call them just "ponies" or "unicorns". That would make them seem less alien and more... stupid. So I decided I needed to make up a name for these continent sized space equines. Then I realized I suck at naming things. So I took the word "unicorn" and swapped out the vowels until I got something that was still pronounceable and didn't sound like complete gibberish. Still hated it, but who cares. It's a flash fic. [i]Will I continue this story line? I honestly don't know what else I could do with it. Might be fun though.[/i]