Picnic By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, micro Anon, solo, masturbation Version: 1 --- Nona was a mint green earth mare with a wild charcoal mane. She happily pranced through a lush grass field toward a small cluster of shady trees. Lightly gripped in her muzzle was a wicker basket which swung gently. While she appeared to be alone she actually had a passenger riding on her back, but he was too small to see from a distance. Anon was about a third as tall as a pony's hoof was wide, so lounging on Nona's back was easy and comfortable. Though the bouncing could give him a headache if she went too fast. Nona stepped into the shadow of the trees and quickly put the basket down. With deft movements of her forehooves, she pulled a red and white checkered blanket from the basket and spread it over the grass. The mare grinned at her work then turned her head around to face the man on her back. "We're here. Want to get off now?" Anon stretched and yawned. "About time. My legs are aching." Nona rolled her eyes. "Oh please, [i]I[/i] did all the walking." The man got to his feet, ankle deep in her soft fur. "And just listening to all those steps tired me out." The mare snorted with amusement. "You're free to carry me next time then," she offered cheekily as she laid down. Anon made his way to the edge, then dropped onto his butt. "I love this part." "I don't," Nona mumbled worriedly as her ears pinned. The man scooted forward and began sliding down Nona's side while squealing "whee!" Until he met the ground with a loud grunt and stumbled several steps. Then he sighed and flexed his back. "Ow," he whispered. "Why don't you like using my hoof?" Nona quizzed. "Hm? Because getting up and down on my own maintains some of my independence. Which is important to me." She raised an eyebrow at that. "It's a male thing." "Ah, now it makes perfect sense," the mare replied with a hint of sarcasm. Anon sighed. "Look, I appreciate everything you do for me, but no one likes feeling helpless. Or useless. So little things like this matter." Nona looked away sadly. "I know. I just like being useful. And you're so delicate." The little man patted the huge mare's side. "Enough of that now. Let's eat." "Okay," Nona smiled and began pulling things from the basket. Meanwhile, Anon strolled onto the blanket and randomly sat down. The man watched as his girlfriend placed a plate stacked with cookies and wrapped in plastic off to the side. Then came the pie with the glass lid over it. She also retrieved the fruit bowl that was far taller than himself. Then came the sandwich for Nona and the tiny fish for him. Finally, she pulled a large glass from the basket and a bottle of soda. They were now ready to relax. And they did. For some time they lazily enjoyed they're picnic. They shared old stories and laughs. They played silly games like rolling a grape back and forth. It was a good day. Anon was drifting into a nap when Nona spoke up. "Hey, you up for an activity?" The man sat up with a yawn. "Yeah, I could use something to wake up. Otherwise my sleep schedule is going to be ruined." Nona gave him a very suggestive grin. "Are you [i]sure[/i]?" Anon knew that tone. She was up to some mischief. "What evil plan have you concocted this time?" "Oh nothing," she giggled. "Just some [i]adult[/i] fun is all." " 'Adult' fun?" the man echoed curiously. Nona rolled her eyes and, with a snap of motion, picked Anon up by the back of his shirt. The man's arms flailed and he might have panicked a little, but he was unharmed. He quickly relaxed in the mare's grip as he tried to figure out what she was doing. Nona moved to the opposite side of the blanket where she dangled Anon over her empty glass. Then she dropped him in. Anon rubbed his sore butt and glared through the clear walls at Nona for a moment. "Hey, I haven't done anything wrong. I deserve a fair trial before you lock me away." The mare snorted. "Hush you and just focus on looking up." Anon propped himself against one of the glass's walls and glanced upward as instructed. He was a bit nervous. Was Nona going to pour soda on him and drink it? Soda was slightly acidic. It not only burned his eyes last time they did that, but it also stung his whole body. A soda shower was not really that fun. No, she must have had something else in mind. Anon soon realized how right he was. Nona stood to her full towering height and gazed down into the clear cylinder for a moment. She smiled gently. Then she began to step forward over the glass. As the man trapped inside watched, the mare's fluffy chest and belly passed above like a blimp crossing the sky. Then Nona stopped when her rear hooves were on either side of the glass. Anon swallowed at the sight. His girlfriend's already leaking vagina loomed. Then it descended as the mare squat. The tiny human was quickly saturated in female musk and a drop of mare cream dripped into his lap as he continued to stare up. A single green hoof crawled down Nona's belly and began playing with her button as it emerged from its sheath. Around and around she teased herself while her boyfriend could do nothing but watch. "Do you like this game Anon?" she teased with a husky moan. "I-I wouldn't mind being a part of the action," he admitted. Nona hummed. "No, you just sit there like a good pet and enjoy the show. I'll play with you properly later." And so the mare continued to masturbate over the glass. Her hoof ran over her lower lips and her rear legs shook with pleasure. Her hungry sex tried to clamp onto the intrusion but was unable to get a grip. More and more of the mare's natural lubrication dribbled out and down onto Anon. The little man barely noticed as he continued to stare. Nona wasn't interested in a long show though. She soon plunged her hoof inside her vagina and began to furiously rub. The mare involuntary bucked now and then sending random cascades of additional juice falling on her observer. She plunged deeper and deeper with each stroke. Sweat ran down her forehead and her breaths came hot and heavy. She even looked underneath herself at her helpless boyfriend utterly absorb by her pussy. She grinned. Then she finished with a squeak and a squirt that soaked Anon completely. "I love you Anon," Nona sighed in her afterglow. "I love you too Nona," Anon admitted as he marinated in a waist high puddle of mare cum. --- --- --- [i]Author's Note: Just a quick bit of erotica. Saw something a few days ago about little men trapped in glasses forced to watch giant woman play with themselves and thought "I haven't written that before". So I did.[/i] --- --- --- Dance of Death By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, anon, shrinking, clubbing, crush Version: 1 --- Crappy job? Check. No distinguishing features? Check. Tiny apartment? Check. Constant use of obscure pop-culture references no one else knows? Check. Minimum number of friends to maintain sanity? BIG check. Anon was a textbook average male human. On his days off he regularly went to The Wash, the best club in town. Mostly for the banging music, but they also had pretty good food. The beer selection was really bland though. Whatever. You can't win every point in the game of life. Anon still went just to throw his arms and legs around and not care who snickered at his terrible moves. However, during this visit, he felt like something was off. Normally the place was packed on a Friday night. It wasn't like the place was currently empty, but there must have been less than half the normal attendees. The music was pounding in his chest, the colorful lights were flashing, and everyone there was having fun like usual though. So Anon shrugged off the low body count and strutted his way onto the checkered dance floor so he could properly bounce with the beat. After a few minutes he was lost in the crowd of ponies and humans. One moment he was jiggling with a woman showing too much belly, the next he was rubbing backs with a stallion balancing on his rear hooves. Anon threw himself into the carelessness of the party, his mind not concerned with anything beyond his own enjoyment. The doors of the club were thrown open with a dramatic bang. Some clubbers glanced in the newcomer's general direction, a bit offended by their antics. A lone unicorn strode through the double doors before they could drift closed behind her. She had a coat of golden brown fur, a baby blue mane neatly combed back, and an arrogant glare that bothered everyone who saw it. Most of the humans glared back at her, but some of the ponies looked confused as a tickle of recognition tried to make itself known. The lighting of the club rendered it difficult to really see the mare's features as she approached the dance floor with proud steps. When she reached the edge she stopped and flicked her mane aside. The DJ noticed most of the clubbers were no longer dancing and instead staring at the newcomer. The music faded away to an uncomfortable silence which punctuated the heavy atmosphere that came with the strange pony. "I thought I made it clear I wanted the club to myself tonight?" she announced loudly. "What?!" someone barked angrily. The unicorn raised a brow. "Did you [i]commoners[/i] miss the memo? I am Baroness Moonstone! I came to your stupid little town on business and now I want to have some fun. Get off my dance floor," she ordered darkly. Many eyes widened in realization and terror. Mostly the ponies. The humans blinked in confusion or scowled. No one moved. Moonstone growled for a moment. "Do you intend to defy an official order from nobility?" she hissed. Then her eyes sparkled with an idea and her frown evolved into an evil smirk. "Fine. I'll share the dance floor, but only after I remind you [i]bugs[/i] of your proper place. Beneath me." Her horn began to glow and there was a powerful whine. Then with a flash the club suddenly seemed empty... Anon felt woozy and cupped his head while stumbling about. One moment there was some bitchy rich pony complaining about others being in the club and the next... he wasn't sure what happened. Only that it was freaking bright! Where was he? The man glanced around himself trying to get oriented. It was harder than he expected. The ground was shining like the freaking sun, but he could make out the distant shapes of ponies and humans scattered about. They were really far away and the light that shown around them seemed to be a different color from the one he was standing on. There were also towering mountains on the far horizons. Black walls really. Kind of like the little walls around the... [b]"That's better,"[/b] came a booming voice like that of a goddess from on high. And the reality wasn't far off. The bitchy unicorn, Moonstone, loomed at the edge of what Anon suddenly realized was the multi-colored dance floor. And she was as big as the moon! [b]"Hey, put that music back on. I intend to dance until I'm good and exhausted,"[/b] the Baroness ordered the DJ who she had not shrunken to the size of a dust mite. A powerful beat soon filled the air once more. Then the mare stepped onto the dance floor and Anon felt the ground tremble. Each time Moonstone lifted a hoof he heard the sound of wind rushing and each fall of her foot created a boom like thunder. Anon saw the distant shapes of humans and ponies fleeing from the mare's path, but they were so small and she was so big and so fast... Anon didn't think it was possible to get out of her way. Crash after crash followed, punctuated by faint far away screams, as the enormous pony pranced right by the micro-sized man on her way to the center of the arena. Once the massive unicorn was standing in the middle of the crowd of specks that were ponies and humans, she posed with her head held high. She grinned maliciously at her victims. "Now then, try to keep up. Because I'm a terrible dance partner and always forget to watch my step." Then the mare started to wiggle her hips to the bass that pounded from the speakers. Anon had to admit he was a bit mesmerized by her titanic bouncing flanks and swaying tail as it draped nearly down to the floor. Then she began to move her hooves, leaping back and forth and spinning around. It was like watching a storm rage. The ground shook like from an earthquake. Drops of sweat the size of lakes rained down. The wind her tail made as it swung blew people away. It was a massacre... --- --- --- [i]Author's Notes: I can't tell you how many art pieces I've seen of a pony (or general furry) dancing in a club while a bunch of micros run for their lives below. So I made a flash fic for it. However, when it came to the giant dancing pony, I struggled to think of who I should use. I did consider making it Pinkie, but ultimately I didn't want to write an evil Pinkie story today. So I grabbed another semi-original character of mine: Baroness Moonstone. She is heavily inspired by Starlight Dazzle and I first used her in another of my flash fics called Rampage Addiction Therapy. I guess the therapy didn't work or this story takes place before those events.[/i] --- --- --- Wake Up By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, mystery Version: 1 --- Her head was throbbing. Pain came in waves, washing over her skull and radiating through the back of her eyes. The mare groaned weakly in her agony as memories and thoughts seemed to stir and mix in a soup that made no sense. Where was she? What had happened to her? Even trying to open her eyes burned. Her mouth was somehow dry and she was drooling at the same time. She could feel saliva leaking from her open maw even as she tried to pull her lips closed. It was then she realized she was sprawled out on her side with her head propped up on... something. It felt like a rock, but it was a bit crumbly too. Maybe it was a pile of gravel. Her ears were ringing so she couldn't even hear the stones shifting as she did. The mare's limbs were heavy. They were difficult to so much as twitch. It was like her every muscle was paralyzed. For several terrible moments all she could do was breathe. Slow gulps of air. Her senses were at war, trying to decide if she was in pain or numb. Her fur tingled. Was that a breeze or a phantom sensation from her abused head? Memories still refused to arrange themselves. She continued to lie there while the ringing died down and her eyes quit rejecting the light. There was a whistling in the air. Like flies or gnats. How bad was her head wound that she was being swarmed? As her mind at last began to collect, a mild panic blossomed. She had been hurt and it was likely serious. She had a vague image of an impact to the back of her skull. Something sudden and hot. Her breathing intensified, deepened. She managed to move one of her legs. Sand? The ground parted as she dragged her hoof across the surface. Her vision was still blurry with tears as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She blinked repeatedly and turned her head. The stone crumbled beneath her jaw. It wasn't gravel. Where was she? With a tremendous outpouring of will, the mare managed to lift her head and suddenly felt sweat dribbling down her face. She was hot, baking in the sun. A hoof swept underneath her as she tried to roll into a proper resting position. Her limbs ached as though she had been on a long run. She was suddenly out of breath and struggled to keep her eyes open. Consciousness threatened to leave her. It was like a dream. Nothing felt real. She tried to shake her head to wake herself up, but only succeeded in maximizing the pain in the back of her head. She gasped and grit her teeth, struggling to endure. The seconds ticked by and the whining of the insects died down. It was quiet as she mustered enough mental strength to try studying her surroundings properly. She was baffled. Square gray stones coated the ground all around her except wherever her hooves touched or where her body had previously been laying. The blocky rock was incredibly fragile and disintegrated with the slightest touch. However, the strange geological formation only extended a few steps in all directions before being replaced by a green carpet occasionally cut by little black or gray lines, turning it into a patchwork green quilt. This region too appeared to be very fragile as she could clearly see two columns of circular brown dents leading over a small hill towards the horizon. Hoof prints. They were... [i]her[/i] hoof prints. And they led from her current position, through the field of stones, and over the emerald carpet. Now she knew where she had come from, but her memories were still blurry. She remembered... fun. She was laughing. No dancing? Maybe both? She rubbed her temple, trying to sooth the raging headache. A tiny sound made her blink at the stones currently beneath her muzzle. Were those... bugs?! Alarm and disgust ran through the mare. This wasn't some field of stones. It was a hive for some breed of insects. Yet, despite her extreme desire to get away, her legs were still too weak and her energy too low. She was surrounded by little moving dots and couldn't escape. It was a revelation that made her want to cry. However, as her head turned away from the squirming movements in some hopeless attempt to distance her fragmented mind from the horror, her eyes fell upon the prints again. Her prints. They were the only set. She was alone. She had come out here herself. Why? Why would she step into the middle of a bug nest? The mare glanced down, trying to remember. Was there something important about these minuscule creatures? Reluctantly, but desperate to reclaim her memories, the mare lowered her head and faced one of her eyes down. She observed the bugs scurrying movements for a time. She studied their appearance. She analyzed their hive. The sense of familiarity was overwhelmingly strong. She was so close to understand -- oh... Her eyes widened as everything came back to her. She was a macro, a giant pony, and she'd been in the middle of rampaging through a helpless little city when one of their "super weapons" must have hit her. She began to glare at the pests. They got craftier every year. When were they going to simply accept that they only existed for her entertainment? Stupid [i]bugs[/i]. --- --- --- Big Dreams By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, Celestia, macro, rampage, dreams Version: 1 --- Celestia loomed over the city. A single hoof could barely fit between the buildings. Her barrel bulldozed any structure that dared stretch too high and compete with her godly body for a place in the sky. Screams carried up to her from the insects bellow. The white alicorn smiled evilly. Celestia lifted a hoof slowly, so that debris could rain down. She carefully positioned her foot above a particularly large crowd that clogged the street. For a moment she let them stare up at her in terror. Permitted them to tremble in her shadow and consider how insignificant they truly were. Their pleas for mercy tickled her sensitive ears even as clouds parted around her muzzle so far above them all. Then she dropped her hoof and crushed them. The mare giggled like a filly who had just learned school was canceled for the day. Then she sighed, closed her eyes, and spread her wings. For a minute she merely basked in the sensation of power. No paperwork, no nobles, no duties. She was a goddess who could do whatever she wanted. This was freedom. This was power. There was no force, good or evil, that could stop her. She was-- [b]"CELESTIA!"[/b] The white alicorn awoke with a start in her bed. For a moment she gazed around her decorated bedroom with confusion. Then she managed to focus on the guard at the door who had come to wake her. "Celestia, your highness, it is morning. You have to raise the sun now," he said politely. "Of course," Celestia mumbled. A few minutes later Celestia emerged from her chambers with a yawn. The guard was waiting to escort her to breakfast. He wordlessly walked alongside her for a short time before suddenly finding the courage to speak up. "Princess Celestia, may I ask a question?" "Of course, my loyal knight," the alicorn nodded respectfully. "What were you dreaming about? You were giggling and squirming quite a bit." Celestia smirked. "Oh nothing. I was just lost in a little fantasy is all." --- --- --- The Army By: Blobskin Contains: pony, micro, stupid, funny Version: 1 --- The unicorn had a dark blue coat, almost black, and a mane of silver. His name was Invoke and he was a great mage with dreams beyond those of other simple ponies. He was smart and talented, why couldn't others see the blatant truths of the universe the way he did? All other ponies were dumb. That was the only explanation. He was born destined for greatness, but frustratingly few other ponies listened to his wisdom. It was an infuriating paradox. The rest of the world was too stupid to take care of itself, but also too stupid to willingly make him their leader. He would have to take power by force. Once he was in control the world would quickly become a utopia. However, how would he get himself into a position of authority without an army? He needed followers and a lot of them. So where? Naturally, he turned to his greatest skill for an answer: magic. Invoke was divided between mind control and summoning. Mind control would be more subtle, but there was a limit to how many bodies he could take over. Summoning was much easier, but it seemed he could only bring forth so many. Until he stumbled across a secret branch of summoning: mass calling. Spells specifically designed to materialize MANY creatures from the beyond, though their individual power was expected to be much more limited. That was fine. From what Invoke had studied of history, pure numbers were usually the deciding factor in a battle. Skill was nice, but with enough bodies even the strongest warriors could be buried. So the unicorn mage threw himself into his studies, trying to learn the greatest of the mass calling spells. A single magical release said to summon an entire army! It took months of practice and training, even for a gifted genius like himself. However, he soon knew that he was ready. His time to rule was now. Invoke gazed upon an open field a short march from the capital. It was here he would summon his army then use it to storm the ancient city and seize power. He took a deep breathe to calm his nerves. Then he focused, channeling every ounce of his power into a single spell. Then with all his might he called out to his army. He ordered them to appear before him ready for battle! With a mighty boom and a flash of light like the birth of a new star they appeared. Thousands of bodies standing side-by-side in columns and groups. An army fully equipped for a brutal campaign. Earth pony warriors with broad chests and heavy armor. Pegasi scouts decorated in light leathers. Unicorn artillery casters with amulet enhancements. It was a magnificent army. Invoke stared with a mix of awe, horror, and exhaustion. His unstoppable force... was all of three inches tall. Each [i]mighty[/i] soldier would have fit in a hoof. Oh they certainly would have been an intimidating force if they weren't all the size of newborn puppies. Invoke feared he had greatly underestimated the warnings in his spellbook of how much weaker the individual creatures of his great summoning would be. What was he supposed to do with this? If he was lucky the world would laugh at him rather than put him on trial for treason. Though he honestly might prefer a trial to this humiliation... --- --- --- Bucket List By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, talk, fantasies Version: 1 --- "Let me get this straight, you have a prepared bucket list for what you would do if you one day, for absolutely no reason, became a giant?" Blue asked incredulously with a raised brow. Red, who was sitting across from him, nodded proudly. "Yup. I don't want to be caught unprepared in-case one of my nightly bedtime wishes happens to come true." Blue looked up in confusion for a moment at that. "Nightly bedtime wishes?" "Yup," Red chirped. "Every night while I lie in my bed I stare at the ceiling and wish with all my heart to become a giant. Maybe one day a passing god or eldritch horror will hear my wish and choose to grant it." Blue rubbed his forehead and gave an exasperated sigh. "Right. So... about this bucket list. What's on it... exactly?" Red giggled. "Prepare to congratulate my forward thinking. First I'd stumble around and act confused. Depending on how giant I am I'd talk to some little ponies on the street, then I'd pick them up and marvel at how delicate they are. I'd walk around the city comparing the size of buildings and things to my body. After a while then I'd go into rampage mode!" "Rampage mode?" Blue asked while rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness. "I'd go slow at first. I'd step on a car, rolling my hoof forward over the roof so the metal guts have plenty of time to spill out everywhere. I'd chase fleeing crowds of helpless ponies. I'd experiment to see how much of my weight a skyscraper can take before it falls over. For the finale, I'd flop on my belly and roll around in the ruins. Then I'd eat some ponies, but not before dramatically licking my lips while holding them in front of my mouth." Blue blinked silently for a moment. "That's sick." Red grumbled and pouted. "It's a fantasy. I bet you've got some pretty messed up dreams too." Blue shrugged. "Maybe." --- --- --- Bottle World By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, micro Anon, trapped Version: 1 --- Anon woke up with a hangover. He had only himself to blame. So he cursed himself for drinking too much during the New Year party. Again. Stupid alcohol tasted so good when someone else paid for it. The man was shaken from his pain and self-loathing when he realized he wasn't lying in his bed or on the carpeted floor of his apartment. He was lying in a patch of ugly brown dirt amidst a bunch of tall green plants he didn't recognize. They were as tall as trees, but their stalks were too thin and flexible. And they didn't have a canopy of leaves. The poles of green each only had a few, granted large, leafs. They kind of looked like super-sized ferns. Anon's head spun when he tried to stand up and he was just grateful for the dull light shining down on him. Any brighter and he might have been trying to rip out his own eyeballs. As he stumbled, trying to stay upright, he took note of the path that cut through the not-forest to some other unknown location. Figuring anywhere was better than where he currently was, Anon trudged forward, batting away at any leaves that tried to prevent him from reaching his mystery destination. The walk lasted all of a minute before the man crashed into an invisible wall. Anon fell onto his back holding his nose and cried out in agony. There was no blood, but his headache intensified as a result. Anon glared ahead, trying to figure out what had attacked him. Yet he saw nothing. Or more accurately, he saw the abyss. Anon's mouth dropped as colors and shapes warped out of any sense or meaning appeared ahead of him. It was far from the fun kind of distortion drugs tended to give though. Plus Anon was pretty sure he hadn't taken any during the party. The man shuffled to his feet and found himself leaning against the invisible barrier. It was smooth and a bit cold. Glass? Anon stared upward and to the sides. It was also curved. The man began to follow the curved surface. On and on it seemed to go. Over dirt and the occasional stones or pebbles. More plants passed him by as he continued to follow the wall of glass. Until he came back to where he had started. Anon gulped at that. Realization hit him. He was trapped. For a few minutes he tried hitting the glass with his fists and feet. He failed to crack it. Now he was tired and hungover. While he was resting an earthquake struck his glass prison. Thankfully it was a small one. The ground vibrated, but nothing else significant happened. At least until he noticed the new white and purple orb hovering outside the wall in front of him. The glass was thick and curved, so identifying it was really hard. But when his alcohol crippled mind was able to place what it was he was looking at, Anon gaped. It was impossible. It was a giant eyeball. An eye as large as a house was gazing at him through the glass. Then came a booming feminine voice. "Good morning!" Anon covered his ears, but it did nothing to prevent the blast of pain. The huge woman didn't seem to notice. "I'm so happy that it worked. When AJ suggested this little project I just knew I had to do something extra special with it," the giant woman babbled on, further abusing the human's ears. "And I think adding a human to my bottle world really makes it unique. I look forward to observing how you adapt to your isolated ecosystem. This is going to be a great 10 year experiment!" The huge woman finally shut up and left the bottle alone as she moved to the other side of what Anon now understood was her basement. In the long years of semi-isolation to come, only interrupted by irregular visits from his giant captor, Anon would learn much. Like that her name was Twilight Sparkle and that she was a unicorn. That he was now trapped in a bottle in a world filled with other colorful giant equines like her. But more importantly for him, he would also learn how to fashion a spear to hunt the giant pill bugs that shared his bottle world and how to collect water from leaves and how to build a shelter from moss and dirt. Anon slowly became a wild man. The apex predator of his isolated bottle world. Worst of all, Anon had to face that isolation without the aid of alcohol... --- --- --- [i]Author's Note: Inspired by bottle terrariums. If you've never seen one, I advise looking up a few videos about them. They're kind of cool.[/i]