It seemed to be a normal day out in the fields. Well, normal wouldn’t exactly fit a certain marooned pony. He was a grown unicorn boasting shamrock green fur, similarly green horn, and a brown mane that seemed to curl around his head like a mat of hair. This guy was known as Thistle Thorn. He was out on a tour with a group in what was said to be a very grand forest. Travelers were meant to stick to a specific trail on account of reports of bizarre creatures lingering in the thick woods. 
	Thistle was paying attention to the tour group. You ask him, he’ll tell you all about how he was doing everything in his power to keep safe during this tour. However, as he walked, he couldn’t help but notice a strange silhouette out in the field. They appeared to be… big. He wasn’t small, no siree, which means that that figure over there, that one seeming to stand like three times his height, must’ve been [i]really[/i] big! Thistle found himself wandering close to the edge of the trail to get a better look at the big, big thing, only to realize that the patch of trail he was on was really loose. 
	His hooves touched down on the edge of the road, and in a moment, he’d hear the sound of crunching rocks. Looking down, he’d come to realize that the road was crumbling partially beneath him. He’d try to backstep away from the chunks, but it was too late. As if nature itself wanted to punish him for daring to take a peak upon the mysterious residents of the forest, the road crumbled moreso and sent him careening down a steep slope. He slid down face first upon his belly, and was left shouting out as he descended into the greenery. 
	Finally, he’d come to a halt, though with no sense of direction nor any idea of where the trail could’ve continued towards. He looked around himself, and realized he was thrust in the middle of a forest of mysterious creatures, the likes of which could do all sorts of undocumented things to them. Could they hurt him? Inconvenience him? Eat him?! Whatever the case was, he realized that he’d have to make sure that he wouldn’t get distracted by any other large and vague creatures before he knew he could be safe. Although, it’s not like he was going to like it. 
	“Hmm… Ah slid down o’er there… Stopped down ‘ere…” he muttered to himself as he walked along the edge of the hill he slid down. He figured that if he could just follow the length of it, then the road could wrap around to the ground and get him where he needed. Although, there’s no telling as to whether or not that was true. For all he knew, the road was never meant to go off of the hill and instead loop back to the rendezvous point. Maybe this hill doesn’t even have a clear path between it and the road, maybe it’s just super steep all throughout! There’s no telling, he’s never been here before! 
	Worse still, it was getting later and later and later. Part of him would’ve hoped that group would’ve noticed he was gone, but the tour would’ve definitely finished before sunset, which it is now. Thistle groaned and stamped the ground with annoyance. 
	“Blasted forest!” Thistle grunted out. He realized that he might not get out of here anytime soon. No, he might be spending a good few nights over here. Instead, he’ll have to find some means of keeping himself safe. But first, he was too busy searching for a way out of this forest to notice that he was positively caked with dirt and leaves. “Nrgh… Ah think ah saw some water this way.” With that, Thistle turned around and went in the direction he thought he remembered this fabled pond. This led to more annoying stomping through the thick trees and bushes and whatnot. As he walked, he was too focused on the path ahead to realize that there was a stark lack of these mysterious creatures that the forest promised. 
	Eventually, however, he found it, it glimmering under the now rising moonlight. It was only slightly bigger than a fairly large hot tub, and circular. He approached and extended a hoof into the water, whereupon he’d be greeted by a nipping chill. He decided he wouldn’t have to submerge himself in this stuff, but instead settled on picking up the water and scrubbing it into his dirty, dirty body. It was an unfortunately long process considering how much of his body was coated. And he was really focused on cleaning up right now, due to it being the only nice thing that’s happened to him since he got here. 
	However, despite his focus on cleaning off the grungy, grungy forest debris, even he’d be shaken to clarity when he’d hear loud stomps approaching. And in the moment he registered those footsteps, he also slowly began to remember why the path and tour group were so important. His eyes were wide as he realized one of those mysterious creatures was nearing him! He looked around in worry, and was soon able to ascertain where the noise was coming from. They sounded like they were really close, so he feared that if he ran off, then he may just be heard by the creature. So, instead he dove into a nearby bush to hide. 
	The stamping got closer, and closer, and closer! However, he felt it stop. The owner of the steps didn’t seem to go off in the distance, no they stopped so soon. That creature was nearby! They were probably looming over him as he pondered! Though, for a moment, he’d come to realize that there was no point in delaying the inevitable. No, he’d have to wrench himself up and face this mysterious creature head-on, and prepare for what this mysterious creature had in store for him. So, with a weary stance, he began to peer over his shoulder…
	To his fortune, the strange creature did not notice him. No, instead they seemed interested in the pond he’d just washed himself off with. And soon, he began to realize that that creature… was a her! Her back was turned towards him, but he could see her large breasts peer out past her frame. She herself appeared to be ginormous, especially compared to him! She looked just like a hippo, albeit with some rabbit ears and a rabbit-like tail. As a hippo, she was extremely large, seeming capable of eclipsing his body four times over! And that’d just be with her belly. 
	She appeared large and in charge all over, seeming to threaten to make anyone disappear if she so much as sits on someone. She’s probably plowed over a poor few accidentally, given how much larger she must be compared to everyone else. She was very round in body-shape, boasting giant, giant breasts, and a butt that could probably sit on Thistle four times over. He had no idea who he was looking at, or even what, but Thistle, being a bit of a pro-thicc guy himself, was almost immediately intrigued by her. And right now, she was in the process of spreading the water all over herself to clean off. 
	As she washed herself, she started humming to herself. Thistle felt himself creep forwards more and more, trying to get a read on this lady. However, he’d soon hear that humming increase in volume, until she was bellowing out her song, squealing up into the air and filling the area with her melodious charm. Thistle was alarmed by the noise, and found himself rearing back, as if physically repelled by the song! Not that it was particularly bad, no. Her voice was just so dang powerful! And, somehow, that seemed to make him more interested in this large lady. 
	He felt himself inch closer and closer, him behind her. This gave him the chance to get a good view of her giant, giant backside, which seemed to shake some of the pond’s water out and onto the ground around it. Thistle got closer and closer, before finding himself almost cheek to cheek with her gluteus maximus. He was watching her for an extended period of time, not even realizing how long he was taking. However, he’d be brought back to the land of the sober when the lady’s private, passionate singing caused her to swivel around… and finally spy the small unicorn. 
	“Woah! I didn’t realize I had an audience!” she bellowed out. And at hearing that, Thistle shook his head before looking up at her, finding himself peering up through the valley between her breasts. Looking up at her like this, he was reminded of how small he was compared to her, especially as that cleavage seemed to threaten to swallow him whole. It only made him blush harder. “Hm… You don’t look like any resident I’m familiar with.”
	“Y-yeah, ah’m not really supposed t’be here,” Thistle admitted. The hippo/rabbit creature rose a brow at the unicorn’s words. “Ah was here on tour, when I got separated from the group. I tumbled down here, and ended up over here. “Ah don’t know ‘bout what’s here, and we’re told t’be careful of the creatures here. Ah guess you’re one of them?” And there, the strange, large lady stroked her chin. 
	“Creature, I’m not sure if I’d call myself that,” she said. “I guess I’m unlike a lot of normal animals. I’m an entertainer, I’m a singer, I’m one of the best gals one could meet. I’m Hoppo the Hoppopotamus!” 
	“Hoppo?” Thistle repeated. It seemed a little on the nose, but he seemed to understand the general idea behind this lady. “Ah, it’s nice t’meet you, Ms. Hoppo.” 
	“Oh! Aren’t you just a gentleman!” Hoppo cheered. “Thank goodness, I needed a bit of a pick-me-up tonight.” 
	“Tonight? What’s wrong?” Thistle asked. 
	“Oh, y’know what it’s like with big girls,” she said. “I’m not exactly as small as everyone would like, so people like to poke and laugh at me.” She seemed to get a bit somber as she spoke, though she still kept up her jovial attitude. 
	“Och, that’s unfortunate,” Thistle said, still looking all over this Hoppo’s body. He’d swear that just when he’d comprehend just how big she was, there was more of her bigness to enjoy. “Ah personally prefer a las with more meat.” Hearing that, Hoppo seemed to give pause as she looked down at the unicorn in awe. 
	“Oh you do?” she said cheerfully. She leaned down close to him, pressing her breasts against the ground as she loomed close to him. He had to back away a little as she leaned in really close, a big smile on her thick lips. Though, the more he looked at this lady, the more he began to feel a dangerous intent. As if she were sizing him up and waiting for the moment to pounce on him. He felt himself inch away a little out of instinct, though tried not to falter. 
	“Of course!” he declared. “More body means more to love!” 
	“Oh, that’s precious!” Hoppo cheered. Suddenly, she lunged her arms forwards and wrapped around Thistle’s back, before hoisting him up as she stood up. His body was forcibly wedged into the cleavage, his head peering above it and inches away from Hoppo’s large mouth. “Though, I must say, I’d expect my Prince Charming to be a little… bigger…” Thistle wriggled in her grasp, trying to break free of her embrace. 
	“Ah assure you, big things come in small packages!” he defended. 
	“Is that so, big man~?” Hoppo giggled. She leaned in real close, her massive lips looming inches away from his muzzle. “Oh, lemme see how strong of a ‘big man’ you really are~” And then, he’d see her pucker up her lips and lean in closer, and closer. And like that, the smaller pony realized he’d be in for the time of his life. Clearly this hoppopotamus thought him a quitter to run away when she showed him affection, but he was more than willing to take a fat smooch! He even found himself leaning in towards her! And then, she smushed her lips upon him, them threatening to eclipse his entire face! 
	It was slightly uncomfortable and got Thistle wriggling around in her grasp, though his heart was racing with excitement. He held onto her tightly and savored the powerful smooch as it sucked away on him. He felt himself grope around her and rub into her chubby body, though it was a little tough considering his forelegs were stuffed into her cleavage as she held him. After trying to entertain himself off of her, Thistle tried return a kiss of his own. It was a little tricky, what with her suction tugging on his face, but eventually, he was able to crane his lips open. He planted upon the ridge of them, and that seemed to spur Hoppo on. 
	Her cheeks curled upwards, and she was soon assailing him with a stronger and stronger kiss, her twisting and turning her head in order to adjust how deeply she kissed him. Eventually, she was able to work herself under his muzzle, where she had her grips on Thistle’s own lips. And once she had her grip on them, she was ready to go in for the kill. Thistle seemed content to hold the lip lock. But his eyes would widen with surprise as she plunged her tongue past them! Suddenly, his maw became the host to a wrestling match. And unfortunately, his tongue would be the jobber! He’d feel her coil and squeeze around it, and sometimes dance around it to give it a good taste. 
	He may’ve liked it big, but this was starting to get a bit too big for him! Though, there was no way he’d admit it! He tried to wrestle back, but his assailant’s tongue was more than able to pin it down! Headlock, half nelson, full nelson, it was putting his through the ringer! Eventually, though, Hoppo would pull back with a [i]pop[/i], finally releasing her prey and allowing him to gasp and wheeze out a few pants. With him released, she was finally able to look down on his cute face. He looked winded, slightly overwhelmed, kinda dizzy. And it tickled that hoppopotamus silly. 
	“You doing ok?” Hoppo asked. Thistle still seemed stunned, so her words barely registered to him. But soon, he was able to shake off the haze as he was finally able to process her. 
	“U-uh, yeah,” Thistle assured. “Y-ya thought that would be enough t’shake me?” His proud boast only got a soft giggle out of the large lady. She then lowered Thistle to the ground, finally allowing him to leave her grasp. He seemed to’ve gotten sweaty, though there’s no telling whether that’s a result of his embarrassment, or him spending a lot of time with her curves. 
	“Looks like you’re a bit more durable than I expected, big man!” Hoppo cheered. 
	“O-of course!” Thistle argued. “Ah may look small, but there’s a lot of muscles in here!” Hoppo smiled cheerfully and nodded. 
	“Alright, looks like you can be a guest for a little while!” she cheered. She then turned around, and began walking. “Come along! I washed up already!” And like that, Thistle was required to walk behind her… and her huge behind… He realized those things were definitely taller than he was, which only made him blush more as he got to understand the sheer gap in size between the two. They were glistening under the moonlight as a result of the momentary dip into the pond from before, giving them a very nice and attractive sheen. In fact, for a moment, Thistle could swear that he could see his reflection in either buttock. And that was to say nothing about their general movement. 
	With each step, they gave a provocative wobble in front of him, swaying in tune. He blushed harder and harder as he watched them moving almost like a metronome. He wasn’t even aware that his leader was aware of what was going on behind her, her switching from her normal walk into a sensual saunter. Thistle nearly bumped into her booty a couple of times, though she didn’t want to quite break him out of his haze just yet. She still made sure she was juuuuuust ahead of him. As they walked, she’d look left… then she’d look right… Nobody. And then, a selfish plan came to her. 
	Thistle, meanwhile, was entirely preoccupied with following this rump like a horse’d follow a carrot on a stick. As far as his lust-addled mind was concerned, that giant thing was all there was for him in the world at the moment. He wasn’t even mindful of what was happening between his hindlegs he was so focused! He kept walking and walking… when he was suddenly aware of the giant thing coming in hot! He suddenly snapped out of his haze and reared back, instinctually going to try and push the butt up and away from him, only for the rest of her weight to swiftly eliminate his resistance and knock him on the ground… and right underneath her! 
	He gasped as he was suddenly smushed into place! Not because it hurt, no. It was practically all fat and all cushy, seeming to harmlessly squish on top of him and wrap around him. No, it was because he was finally aware of what was between his hindlegs. She peered back to observe her work, now seeing that green pony’s head being the only thing peering out from beyond her butt. He looked even cuter like this. 
	“Whoopsie! Looks like I slipped~!” Hoppo said in an exaggerated tone. Not that Thistle was in need of pleasantries at the moment, he was too busy with the several ponies-sized rump upon him. He groaned and wriggled about, and all the while, Hoppo was trying to hoist herself up. However, each attempt at fleeing the ground only led to more movement from her, which meant more grinding on him, or her “slipping” and flopping back on him. Thistle gasped out again and wriggled more and more. Hoppo giggled a bit as she slipped. “Sorry! Slipped again!” This’d repeat an awful lot for someone doing this on accident. 
	She rocked all over him, ending up shaking her hips in circles on top of him, occasionally brushing his cock. Nervous tingles cause him to shake about harder and harder, him gasping as he was abused! Hoppo, meanwhile… she may be playing dumb, but she was far from that. She knew exactly what she was doing to poor Thistle! May as well usher out as much fun as she can before the main event! After all, what better way to test the strength of a toy than a trial by fire? Either way, she wobbled on him more and more and more. However, eventually, she was able to lunge forwards. Her weight lifted off of him, and soon, she was up and off of the pony. 
	“Oh dear, I really messed up there, didn’t I?” Hoppo admitted. “I sort of have slip-ups like that, what with all o’ the junk in the trunk. So, I guess you’ll have to get used to that kinda thing.” 
	“Get used t’?” Thistle repeated. He briefly contemplated on that, before thinking back to the moment beneath her butt. He admitted, he panicked upon initial touchdown. But the more he endured it… the more he sort of liked it. He felt a grin begin to spread across his face, getting the Hoppo to giggle about him. She kept her eyes on that brief smirk, though kept on walking. 
	Eventually, they reached a cave, them crossing the mouth and into it. Deeper in they went, Thistle following behind her. Eventually, they were at the end of it, and were able to see a bed. This one looked to be about big enough for a pony, though Thistle couldn’t help but notice how beat up the poor thing looked. The mattress was beaten and pounded into a lump mess, the legs themselves seemed bent and warped, and the ground beneath them even seemed to’ve cracked, which was a true feat considering the stone flooring of this cave. 
	“Y’don’t sleep here, do ye?” Thistle asked. 
	“Yeah! It’s better than what most other creatures out here get,” Hoppo said. “At least there’s a comfy and clean spot to lay on.” She approached the bed, before lingering next to it. She turned towards Thistle, before waving him towards it. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show how tough a man you are?” 
	“Tough?” Thistle repeated confused. He looked at the bed as if he could magically construct an answer from it. Then, however, he connected the dots in his head. He blushed at the implications, though began emphatically rushing to the bed. Realizing he was looking kind of desperate, he stumbled a little and took some more cautious steps towards it, though he was visibly shaking as he approached. He climbed up onto it, before laying on his back, all while keeping a good look at that big Hoppopotamus. This angle made her look even bigger, and even more alluring. 
	She smiled joyfully, before walking up to the side. She waddled up to it, before bringing a leg up and swinging it over the other side of it. Thistle’s hindlegs were stuffed into the mattress as her weight bore down on them. Thistle gave a small wiggle of discomfort as he began to feel awfully intimidated. Who wouldn’t be, what with this massive lady smushing down on him like a titanic goddess? She leaned back, smushing down his hooves a little, before beginning to lean forwards. Soon, her massive breasts filled his view more and more, until they finally smothered his entire face. 
	Thistle wriggled more and more as she draped over him like a blanket! He was left wriggling against her large, squishy body, himself feeling terribly dizzy beneath her. Not because of anything particularly bad, no. For him, this was pure heaven, being totally smothered head to hoof by a thick, thick lady. His horn felt kind of naked, it poking out from her cleavage. From all of this, his body was coursing with excitement, and he felt the telltale rush of excitement between his legs, it left horribly longing for attention after Hoppo’s “slip”. Hoppo felt the excitement, and let out a giggle. And then, she decided to be a little daring, and went in for the plunge! 
	He gasped out as he felt himself forced to enter her! Hoppo herself let out a low moan on entry. She was quick to continue pumping her hips, pounding the pony beneath him. He panted and panted, his available air a little bit limited by the everything on top of him. Hoppo pumped and pumped and pumped him, and the bed creaked with every little motion. He panted more and more, and was rendered a complete slave to her. From the teasing before, it wasn’t long before he blew his own load! However, Hoppo was a little more greedy than that. After all, she was here to see whether or not he can handle her! 
	She pumped more and more, not even giving him the chance to leave her! He gasped as she squeezed tightly around him, and pumped more and more. The bed itself seemed to jump from all of their movement! Hoppo pounded faster, faster, faster! She was intent on riding out her own! And ride out she did, for soon, Thistle’s own hips were soaked deeply, though not before another one was ushered out of him kicking and screaming. With that, Hoppo sighed, before pulling off of him and looming over him. 
	“What do you think?” she asked. “Too much for ya~?” Thistle had to take a moment to catch his breath. He felt used and overwhelmed. And yet, that was the best night ever. He looked up at her with a steely gaze. 
	“That’s just what ahm after!”