Dustby SpiralWriterChaptersIt's the Small ThingsDown On His LuckThe Land, It Be TrottingThe Great & Colossal TrixieSchool DazeOf the GuardRoyal GuestRoyal Guest Pt. II - The High LifeBonus Chapter: Comfy SeatBonus Chapter: A Visit From Aunt SallyBonus Chapter: Keep Your Eye on the PrizeBonus Guest Chapter: Dust Mite's Mighty Fight - Chapter 1Bonus Guest Chapter: Dust Mite's Mighty Fight - Chapter 2Bonus Guest Chapter: Dust Mite's Mighty Fight - Chapter 3Bonus Guest Chapter: Dust Mite's Mighty Fight - Chapter 4Bonus Guest Chapter: Dust Mite's Mighty Fight - Chapter 5Bonus Guest Chapter: Dust Mite's Mighty Fight - Chapter 6Bonus Guest Chapter: Dust Mite's Mighty Fight - Chapter 7PowertripSweet Treats and Sweet CheeksIt's the Small ThingsD U S T small smôl adjective 1. of a size that is less than normal or usual. Pony genetics was pretty straightforward. Two unicorns get together, they get a tiny little unicorn baby to care for and nurture, the same for both pegasus and earth. But what if two ponies of different races bred? It's a fundamental law that all ponies have some degree of magic within them, with unicorns being the most blessed in the arcane, pegasi in second, and earth ponies last. When different races intermingle, the child takes on the traits of the parent with the most magic. This is incredibly common, but it is not unheard of about an offspring not inheriting the related talents of their family members. Small Smiles is a unicorn with the talent of reduction spells, nothing too extreme, but she makes a pretty fine business of using her magic to reduce large-scale objects to much more manageable heights. Moving luggage or furniture has never been easier, and she makes a pretty bit off of it as well. Ponies pay for not having to do as much work as they need to. Wing Runner is a first-class flyer; Not Wonderbolts material, but he still is fairly well and confident in what he does as a pegasus, his talent literally being an excellent flyer. Somehow, these two meet. Smiles is petite with a a slender form, light blue in fur color, her mane cut short to keep the tangles from wrapping around her horn. Wing is tall and sinewy, his body sleek and with fur that of grey quicksilver, with broad, powerful wings to lift him from his hooves to the skies above. They date for a while. They find out that they're in love. They get married, move into a home together, and make love until early dawn. The first couple of months are showing promise of their first child, a strong, healthy unicorn girl, a bit on the stouty side, but they loved him anyway. They try again, gotta love them kids. Their second born is a rather...odd case. We'll get back to him soon. Years pass, another child happens. Their third and youngest, a small unicorn girl. Now, back to the middle child. In the oldest and youngest, the mother's race was dominant, producing unicorn offspring but with various talents based around distant genes of other family members. The middle child was a unique case, his father's race but based heavily off of his mother's magic and genes. Small Smiles passed on a...different gift onto her son. In relation to her shrinking magic, he too was affected by them. Except he can't use magic because he wasn't a unicorn, instead a pegasus, so it transcribed a different way. He was made small. Impossibly so. Thanks pony genetics. Down On His LuckD U S T in·fin·i·tes·i·mal ˌinfiniˈtes(ə)məl adjective 1. extremely small. noun 1. an indefinitely small quantity; a value approaching zero. A sound like thunder echoed throughout the void of empty air, scattering the cloud layer and replacing the sky itself with a color of magenta. So vast and almost endless, going beyond what the eye could even comprehend. But he could somewhat comprehend it, because he had seen sights like this his entire life and was entirely used to it. “DUUUUUUST MITE! WA-A-A-AAAAKE UPPPP!!” He nearly jumped out of his fur from the booming words that echoed all the way down to him, nearly deafening him by the second shout. He groaned tiredly, slowly sitting up and rubbing his temples to try and soothe the oncoming headache that was associated with being stimulated by noises that were far too loud to stand. “You don't have to shout!” He himself shouted up, but he had a good reason to. The being above could not even hear him unless his voice became strained to as loud as he could possibly muster. Meanwhile, her own voice could be kept to a whisper to make it more comfortable, if still not loud, to the being known as Dust Mite. But she yelled just to see how much he could stand of her and annoy him, and half wondering if her raised voice could make him 'pop', a rather joyous little thought despite how malicious the after effects were. The sky of magenta shifted, many miles of the color passing by in a consistency that was comparable to fur before the sky was suddenly white, then colored again but this time a deeper purple, and then it was nothing but black. A loud rumbling filled the air, shaking him to his core and rattling his bones, but he was partly unfazed by this. As before, he was used to stuff like this. A wall, this time magenta again, many miles thick overcame the black and the dark purple and the white, closing over the surface area fully before rising over it again to reveal it all once more. Blinking. Such a massive event was simply an eyelid covering a pupil to remoisturize it and to keep dust and dirt out. Dust Mite gazed skyward, staring into the enormous pupil of his little sister, how laughable it was given how so much more massive she was in comparison to his tiny form, his height in relation to his own namesake. He stood up to his hooves and stretched, his lithe form toned and a silvery grey, his wings fluttering out to get their own morning stretch. If he were of, say, a more normal height, his wingspan would be quite impressive to any pony and certainly enough to make any other pegasi envious, but he could not impress anyone with it given he wasn't even comparable to a fraction of a sliver of down off of a loosened feather. The harsh reality of being small was a bitter one to face. Another staccato of thunder roars, when in reality it was simple giggling. “Had to get you up somehow sleepy-head!” Lilycup giggled. She was small in stature even for her young age, but always enjoyed feeling so huge when around her brother. Her form was slender, a unicorn with magenta fur and a cotton candy blue mane in a messy scraggle that was rarely kept and dared any brush or comb to try and tame it. “Besides, you've overslept anyway.” “Nowhere to go and nothing to do . . .” Dust grumbled to himself. “Sleep is better than sitting around all day.” “Don't be like that Dusty.” Lilycup frowned, the sky-eye peering down at him narrowing and the higher portions of the atmosphere that were her eyebrows furrowed. “You have to seize the day!” “Not much I can 'seize'.” He repeated, crossing his arms. “If you haven't noticed in the years you've lived with me, I can't exactly do what . . . normal ponies do.” “You're just being a negative-nancy.” She stuck out her tongue. Even though he couldn't see it, he could definitely hear the great parting of her lips and the slick, wet noise of her tongue hitting empty, dryer air. Being so small gave a very different hearing on the most minuscule of sounds, magnifying them to unwanted volumes. “And you're being an airhead. Again.” Dust retorted, sticking out his own tongue even though Lily in return could not see it unless she had an incredibly strong microscope on her. “Hey, what did mom say about calling names?” The younger one pouted. “Do you want to end up back in my hoof-slipper again?” She half-threatened, raising and stomping her hoof, the sound distant and echoing. “. . . No . . .” “Then you should have in the years we've lived together learned to be a lot nicer to your BIGGER little sister.” She leaned in closer, the black hole of a pupil closing the great gap until Dust was sure he could just flap his wings up and be within touching distance of the thing. All she had to do was blink and a great, mighty wind was swept up, knocking Dust away with the powerful force the young girl could conjure with the lightest muscle twitch. He was sent flying backwards many, many yards to him, though to Lilycup the mite she called brother hadn't even moved at all. With a grunt and a twist of his wings Dust righted himself mid-air, flapping to steady his body and flow with the wind until it died down, hovering there as he growled up at her. “Hey, be careful! You know how dangerous that is to me!” “Everything's dangerous to you.” She rolled her eyes, the generated sound akin to a thousand rumbling rollercoasters taking off on their tracks, slow and audibly low, but picking up to manifest all at once into a cacophony of noise. “Now c'mon, mom has breakfast ready.” A shadow began to loom over him, darkening the area for miles and miles as two enormous fingertips began to close in on him. “Mind if I hike it own my own today?” Dust asked, causing the fingertips to halt, their looming presence still making him nervous with how close their gigantic stature was to him, always giving the sense of imminent and possible crushing. “Need to give my wings a stretch, I haven't flown in a while.” A short pause followed as Lilycup hummed in consideration, a low thrum that resonated deep within his bones and lightly shook the ground beneath him. “You know how mom and dad don't like you going unsupervised . . .” She reminded. “Please?” “I dunno . . .” “Please?” He repeated, tone bordering on begging. This caused Lily to crack a smirk, the familiar sound of lips parting and fur moving into that certain shape of sound off so far away. That always meant two things: Trouble and embarrassment. “Hmm . . I suppose so . . . if you'd do a little favor for me.” The tiny mite known as Mite sighed exasperatedly. “Fine. What is it that you want me to do? This time?” He added. This was quite a common thing. “Want me to make Diamond Tiara think she has fur infestation again? Fly around in your ear and at least try to clean out the ear wax? Ugh . . . " He blushed. "Clean your hoof? Or at least fractions of it at least?" "Hehe . . . I'll let you know in time Dusty." She leaned back, stepping away from her tiny brother, giving him a wave and a wink before trotting off, every step thunderous and earth-shaking. Dust Mite was taken aback. Normally her demands in trade for his freedom was usually 'here and now' sort of stuff. Well, at least he could shrug it off, but the sense of dread for what laid in the future made him shudder a bit. Giving himself a little stretch once more, he spread his wings and flexed them. With a slow intake of breath he took a running start before pushing off of the ground, soaring up into the open air. He looked behind him, his tiny little 'room', really just a piece of lint for a bed resting on a shelf in the corner of a closet, looking far away as he zoomed away from it. He was small, everything else was big, but this speed he had while flying, this insane sense of mobility is what he lived for despite his talent was basically being just small. In a world more colossal than he could imagine, everything controlling and watchful, flying was when he could be himself, be free. In a couple minutes he left the closet, flying through the open crack in the door and out into the vast, vast hallway. Everything was always blurry and far away, so he didn't bother looking at the family photos that he was in but couldn't be seen, didn't look at the accomplishments his siblings had done at normal sizes. He didn't want to think about it on his way to the kitchen. As he entered the air space of the kitchen, he was assaulted with a blast of sensations. Heat from the oven, the smell of oats and pancakes, the sounds of booming laughter and scraping chairs against a linoleum floor far away. Well, time for breakfast. And to hear his mother ramble on again about him flying alone. He would most likely be scolded instead of his sister. The usual bit about how his safety was of the utmost concern and how he couldn't do what 'other' ponies could do without consequence. He was eighteen. He already knew this rhyme back and forth. With another mighty flap he shot towards the table, the visages of his mother and sister off in the distance, a bevy of breakfast items waiting, more food than he could ever eat in his entire lifetime just sitting there. However, something felt a bit off. He found his flapping wasn't nearly as effective this time flying. He wasn't covering nearly as much distance as he usually did. Dust was beginning to feel...tired. It just so happened today that a thought crossed Small Smiles' mind as she cooked. Why not open a window this morning? It lets in fresh air, sunshine, and gets rid of the heat of the oven. This fresh air created a strong wind draft that was currently holding Dust Mite back, and with the lightest of breezes, sucked him outside flailing and screaming, not even heard or seen. "Where's Dust Mite?" Small asked, sitting down and glancing over at her thirteen year old daughter, Lilycup flashing a fake smile. "I uhh...let him fly to the kitchen today." Small sighed. "You know that's dangerous for him Honey. Go fetch him and bring him here for breakfast. Poor little guy, probably isn't even out of the closet yet." She sighed, taking a sip of her coffee as her shrunken son desperately tried to right him amidst the confusion of getting sucked outside by a wind current, somewhere he had never actually been before. It was going to be a long day. The Land, It Be TrottingD U S T mi·cro·scop·ic mīkrəˈskäpik adjective 1.so small as to be visible only with a microscope. Not good. Nope. This was not good. Dust Mite let out a loud yelp, with all of his might coming to a halt in mid-air to try and fight back at the current that was tossing him about as if he were nothing. Which he was in most cases, but this wasn't the time to think about that. As he hovered there, almost painfully forcing himself to stay in place as not to become just another mote at the mercy of the wind, he breathed a sigh of relief as the current slowly died down, his wings now flapping at a considerably less strenuous pace than before. He groaned, still hovering in place, but just barely. That had left his entire upper torso and back sore, cringing with every flap. Dust wasn't used to such actions, more working along the lines of floating alone a more gentle breeze rather than get caught in one and try to fight it. This was bad. Outside, a place he had never been, tired, confused, and with no idea how to get back home. He could make out the window in the distance, but it was closed now. Just great. As Dust tried to conjure an idea on just how to get back inside, he heard and felt a rumble right behind him, almost entirely unaware of it given how lost in thought he was. Maybe try heading for the window again. Surely he could find a crack to slip through or under. Or, if he was willing to rest and regain his strength, make a path to the front or back door and slip under the bottom. Then he would at least be in familiar territory. But by that point, he would be too tired to make the trek through the house . . . Just as the thought crossed his mind to hitch a ride in the mailbox and wait for somebody to pick up the mail, one extra small package along for delivery, the rumbling grew louder, more powerful, until he could feel it rattle deep in his bones. And then, something heavy smacked into him from behind. Really not prepared for that. At all. A stallion grumbled to himself, scratching his back as he used his other hand to block out the sun from his eyes that streamed so brightly overhead. He hated waking up early, especially after a long night's work, but he had to get his paper. It always ended up missing somehow if he got up later in the day to retrieve. He always blamed that grey mare with the bubble flank. He was of a older in his twenties sort of age, muscular body just making that process from tight and young to leaning towards the older side, with fur of brown and splotches of white here and there. Land Trotter sighed as he walked across his front lawn, treading sleepily with bleary eyes, half naked in just his boxers. It was early in the morning, so nobody would see, and he really didn't care either way. Besides, he rarely saw his neighbors anyway. A family supposedly lived next door, but all he ever saw was a young filly and a budding stallion leave every once in a while. Supposedly there was a mother, a father, and another middle child, but they were never seen as well. Incredibly odd, but not worth investigating. Land liked to keep to himself just fine. He reached his mailbox, opening it tiredly and pulling out the paper, glad to see that it was actually there this time, turned around, and headed back to his house. Everything went topsy-turvy once the massive object struck him behind. It was as if he had been hit by a moving continent with the rolling thunder it created, the momentum sending him flying forward only to fall back down onto something incredibly solid. Dust laid there for a moment, briefly noting the echoing quakes of hoofsteps in the distance, then shuddered and cringed, feeling a fresh jolt of pain surge through his back. Groaning, he sat up, cautiously looking over his shoulder and wincing. His right wing was bent at an awkward angle, the bone poking just underneath the skin, making him hiss at the sight of it. Must've broken it the moment he collided with whatever smacked into him. Taking deep, heavy breaths, Dust somehow forced the broken wing to bend back in and fold against his body to keep it from moving too much, lest he risk injuring it even further. Standing back up despite the growing soreness in his body, he had to look around and take stock as to where he actually was. Obviously some pony had come up from behind and he had landed on their body, but who and where exactly? If he was quick, he could possibly manage to survive, and maybe even end up back home. It wasn't likely however, as situations like this tended to go terribly wrong for him . . . always. The ground beneath his hooves was fleshy and brown, appearing soft yet somewhat firm was well, the texture riddled with criss-crossing etch lines and pores of various sizes. Some he could slip his hand into, others stretched into massive canyons and valleys in proportion, which he could easily fall into and get lost. Past the horizon of brown, fur shot up of a darker brown, stretching to the sky, and if he looked up, looming past the obscuring strands of fur, he could make out a thick, chiseled underchin of the unaware pony above. Apparently male. Piecing the process together, Dust blushed as he realized where he actually was. "Hmm?" Land Trotter paused, about to walk up the first step up the porch before he began to feel a strange sensation. He peered down towards his torso, a small, almost pleasurable sensation emitting from his torso. Now what was this then? He was about to head inside, enjoy a cup of coffee with his paper and this oddness happened. He lifted up a finger, grazing his slowly erecting nipple. "I can't believe I'm doing this . . ."Dust sighed to himself as he went on doing it. He was on his hands and knees, slowly rolling over and kneading the flesh beneath him in a deep massaging manner, working and pressing as hard as he could. His efforts would not go unrewarded however, as a slow rumble began to build up beneath him, akin to an earthquake about to happen. It quickly escalated as he held on and continued to rub, the very landscape itself seemingly growing, doubling, tripling, quadrupling in size to the point of many, many miles adding onto its position. Eventually the quaking subsided, leaving Dust Mite atop an entirely changed plain, the ground beneath him now even firmer yet still somewhat pliable if he added a bit of pressure. His work was not yet done, as a messenger from above alerted him that the god he stood upon had noticed him. A shadow came over him as well as the entire land on which he stood. Gazing upwards, the blurry sky became brown as a fingertip slammed down on top of him, momentarily mushing him deeply into the nipplescape, embracing him in its warmth before lifting up, Dust now stuck to the tip of the appendage. Wind whipped by him as well as hundreds of miles of the rising body in which he passed, leaving behind the nipple and viewing the rest of this titan's torso, then neck, muzzle, and finally eye. He just hoped . . . No. And then the wind that commanded him, his pitiful size forever at its mercy, lifted him up with just a mild just, ripping him from the finger that could have been his salvation. Uttering a cry, he was sent along another draft that would go unnoticed by those larger, sending him off into the wild unknown, except this time he had no way in which to fight back or control where he went with only one working wing. As he zoomed away, flailing about helplessly, Land Trotter looked down at his finger in confusion. "Huh . . ." He could have sworn he heard the tiniest yelling ever as well as something almost pathetically minuscule atop of his finger. Oh well. With a shrug he went back inside, still rubbing his erogenous nipple slightly, having enjoyed that feeling from earlier. Dust tried to remain calm, but as everything whipped around at a speed in which he could not comprehend, one would find it hard to steady the beating of their pounding heart and hyperventilating lungs. This was it. He would never be able to return home now. He would be forever lost out here, to die out here, afraid and forever small and . . . As these gloomy thoughts raced through his mind, he slammed into another colossal wall of a size that which stretched far beyond the sight he held. A wall of blue. The Great & Colossal TrixieD U S T speck spek noun 1. A tiny spot. Barely visible. Dust Mite scrambled against the wall of blue, hands and hoof searching for something to latch onto, his one good wing beating furiously to keep him from falling while the broken one flapped uselessly, sending a mild shudder of pain through his body every couple of seconds. Eventually he managed to find some kind of small crevice in the surface to grip his fingers into, pressing his body as tightly as possible to it, cringing at the strain put on his body, feeling tiredness slowly creep through him and drain away at his already battered stamina, from the bottom of his hooves to the tips of his fur. "Eugh . . . I just can't catch a break . . ." He lamented aloud to himself, breathing raspy and quick, trying to settle down to a more normal rate in an attempt to calm his body. 'Try to breathe along with your heartbeat, with the wisp of the wind. It sounds all like zebra-shaman-guru stuff, but it's true, it works.' The advice from his father, one of the many tips that had been given to him during his younger days when trying to learn how to fly, spread through his mind, letting it echo along with his respiration, the wave of fatigue being combatted against by the relaxing sensation, not fully making him feel better, but at least kept him at a deadlocked state where he wasn't feeling as bad as before. Now not feeling as if he was about to pass out (more along the lines of being close to it), Dust opened his eyes in an attempt to examine his new surroundings. He seemed to be . . . moving. And was /very/ high up. Given the scale of everything to him that was menial, but he felt as if he was atop the summit of something, of some great monument. The wall felt odd, a mix of flesh, fur, and something more hardened, akin to . . . stone, but more alive. His mind went to a memory of sitting atop of a pebble like its own landmass, but that wasn't it. Going through the experiences in his head, the puny pegasus finally found something that reminded him of this almost exact experience. His eyes lit up with realization upon finding the fact that he was clinging to a . . . What was on her horn? Trixie looked up, raising her brow and tilting her head in an attempt to get a better view of the protrusion from her forehead. Unicorn horns were naturally sensitive conduits, the nerves in the area nearly doubled to allow for better passage of magical energies, but she wasn't feeling something magical. She pursed her lips curiously, 'Hmming' as she tried to describe the sensation. It was tiny, but like . . . scrambling. As if the most minute of insects had slapped against her while she was walking and had gotten stuck in the one of the horn's crevice rings. Uuugh. She wasn't one for insects, but given how small the poor thing was, she might show mercy to it. With but a mental flick, her horn lit up, the telekinetic blue magic searching for and eventually wrapping around something pitifully small . . . The vast surface on which he clung seemed to hum to life, thrumming with sheer power. Visible bright blue light shone underneath him, the most miniature of details upon the skin coming to life with magical energy. He was reminded of his mother gently lifting him up with her own telekinesis, but this one felt fumbling, probably since it was unaccustomed to grasping at such a tiny thing. Dust could feel the invisible force stir, missing him a couple times before finally meeting him, a sparkling pink aura wrapping around his body and effortlessly pulling him away into empty air. Momentarily panicking, seeing as how he was being touched by unfamiliar magic and feared it would crush him unknowingly, he flailed against it, weakly beating against a force that eventually drained him, deciding to give in and let it take him wherever it was taking him. Around him, the usual enormity of scale and blurs passed until finally settling him before a great black pupil, spreading onwards and outwards for many miles, far away the outer edges melded into a sort of pinkish-magenta tint that surrounded the rim, most likely the iris, but that was too much distance to see it properly. A loud rumble filled the air before a sonic-boom like force ruptured in front of him, nearly knocking him away but he held fast due to the magic holding him in place. A mere blink, an eyelash protruding passed by as some great black monolith, nearly slamming into him twice, once on the way down then on the way back up. The sky-eye squinted, the pupil shifting slightly to try and focus in on him. It took several seconds before it even saw anything. "What . . . are you? No insect, that's for sure. Too small . . . who are you to touch the horn of the great and powerful Trixie? Speak, mite!" "That's uhh, that's actually right." He chuckled nervously in reply, shouting to the point of strain. "Dust Mite's the name." ". . ." "It's not a joke actually." "Wow, you are actually serious. How could you even be this small?" Trixie asked, racking her brain for an answer before even asking him. "A shrinking spell? It's possible, but it must've been casted by a very powerful unicorn . . . usually the smallest it can go is a couple inches. Or are you some kind of freak of nature breezie? No, no no, that can't be it-" "Actually, um," "Don't interrupt me." Her much, much, much louder voice broke through his squeaky words, shattering the air with every syllable. After coming up and going through various theories on her own, eventually the eye went from wandering to looking right back at him again. "Well, go on then. Tell Trixie why you are so small." She almost sounded like she was commanding it. "Well, my mom was a unicorn, and my dad was a pegasus," "Trixie did not ask for your life story." ". . . I'm getting there. And my mom specialized in shrinking magic. Well, apparently I inherited that, but was born a pegasus like my dad. So, it had to manifest itself some way. Poof, tiny me. My talent is literally being small." "How . . . cute. How . . . pathetic really. How pathetically cute." Trixie snickered, bobbing him up and down in the air with her magic. She had been out shopping for groceries, on her way to the market, but had found a much better distraction. She knew one certain purple mare had reformed her, but the chance of being so superior over something again had shown itself, and she wasn't going to let it go so easily. Not since those two (Snaps and Snills was it?) groveled at her hooves or when she had all of Ponyville under her control did she feel like this. She would have just a little fun, and that would be it. The sense of power of holding his tiny self before her really just made her feel like a . . . a goddess. No, bigger than that. "Umm . . . yeahhhh . . . " Dust grunted, trying to keep from getting dizzy as she playfully jerked him up and down. "If-if y-you could be so kind . . . I need to get home. I can give directions, I-I think." "Hmm, not so fast little one. The GREAT and COLOSSAL Trixie wishes to . . . have some fun." "What." School DazePowertrip D U S T tiny ˈtīnē adjective 1. Very small. What had he even gotten himself into? If he had just swallowed some of his ego and accepted the fact he had to be carried by his sister, then he wouldn't be lost outside with very little chance of ever getting back home. A new sense of panic washed over Dust, already draining his weakened body, but at least being held aloft by telekinetic magic was giving him time to rest after the trials he had gone through. His family probably hasn't even noticed that he was gone yet, mistaking a minuscule piece of lint of him and finding it as no different company. This sense of anxiety bothered him to no end, but what else could he do but think about such things? Forever lost out here with no hope of ever returning . . . . . . No. It was simply the negativity talking. This situation could be turned around and resolved, he just had to give it time. Ponies were reasonable creatures. Things could be discussed, thought out, planned, and executed. All he had to do was talk to Trixie and convince her to take him back home, despite the bleak circumstances and her general reaction to him asking the first time. Dust sighed, just wanting to be normal for a chance and rely on himself, but look where that ended him up at. With a broken wing and no mobility, at the mercy and risk of a massive blue unicorn with a goddess complex. Thunderous thooming hoofsteps equatable to a far away storm sounded in his ears as Trixie walked, but they were relatively muffled by the aura of magic protecting him, a welcome safeguard from the overwhelming disarray of events prior. In this shimmering mist of sparkling pink, everything outside of it was simply cast in a way that either it was deadened or not even heard or felt at all. Normally he would be feeling rushing winds and a onslaught of noise, but instead hardly anything at all. It was strangely comforting in a sense, and reminded the tiny pony of whenever his mother carried him in her own telekinesis. Hers was much more familiar and gentle, but this was at least slightly reminiscent enough to evoke such feelings. Occasionally Dust would note that the unicorn's eyes would stray to him briefly, instead of a swaying sky of blue they become the black of pupil or the colorful outline of the iris, as if analyzing and assessing him. Her sight would only latch onto him for a few seconds, but those spare moments did make him feel odd. Every time he called out to her in an attempt to initiate a conversation that could surely save him any more trouble, either she was purposefully ignoring him or he was being held at a distance that his pitifully minute voice just feel short of her hearing range. Both of those possibilities agitated the puny pegasus to no end, but what could he do other than wait? "E-excuse me? Excuse me!" ". . ." "Hello? Err, Trixie?" "Come on! You could hear me earlier!" Dust Mite grunted in annoyance, beginning to wave and bob about in the hovering space in attempts to get her to notice him with movement. No such luck on that front either, Dust having to defeatedly resign to being ignored with a huff and crossed arms.He really, really hoped he could get a chance to speak with her before anything . . . unsavory or unfortunate would happen. Her ominous words from earlier still rang in his ears. Quite literally in fact. Sometimes the echo gets stuck in his head and it's pretty much all he can hear sometimes for a few minutes. Really hoping he wouldn't have to invest in a tiny hearing aid before he gets old, going deaf early would probably suck, especially given sign language or reading lips would be useless given he couldn't see it half the time with the size-scale disparity. Within moments, boredom. Not much to do other than wait and see wherever she was going and taking him along. Dust briefly tried to remember if he knew anything about Trixie . . . she could just be another random pony, but he found something distinct about her. After tapping his brain for a bit, it hit him with a small "A-ha!" stated aloud for making himself feel clever. His family had spoken of her during dinner a few times. Apparently a magician who arrived in town and showed up the bearers of harmony, until apparently she was chased out of town by a Ursa Minor? Lilycup could have just been making up lies to make the story seem more exciting. Then the time she apparently took over Ponyville, but that couldn't have happened, more lies probably from Lily and Cloudy just to jib him. Now his parents did seem tired and distraught that day when they returned, but it must've just been from a long work session. In all honesty, Dust had no idea what he was getting into. Summed up his life pretty well, as poorly as the outcomes usually were. Just a few minutes. That's it. That was what she was telling herself. Let her have her few moments of godhood once more, gloat and lord it over the tiny little thing, and then help him. She was reformed. She was a better pony, but slipping into old habits couldn't be that damaging, right? This is what she asked herself as she made her way back to her traveling all-in-one home/wagon/stage, using it as a temporary setup in Ponyville until she can get off her hooves and back into show business. Trixie did truly pity him, and was intrigued slightly as well, but the urge to feel a power rush was all too overwhelming. Just holding him in front of her with her magical grip was enough, he was nothing. Only the smallest fractions of concentration was required to hold him, and whenever she looked at him it was so easy to see nothing at all or just a passing fleck of something impossibly miniature just caught in the air of her bubble of magic. In a few minutes she reached her little slice of home. Small, yet cozy. Entering the wheeled room, she set her groceries aside and sat down at her dresser, eyes narrowing to focus on Dust floating in front of her, still held deftly by her magical grip. "Hmm . . ." She pursed her lips, and then bit the lower one. Just looking at him gave her such a powerful . . . emotion. It was hard to aptly describe. She had quite the ego when she was boasting about her feats during her first visit, but the shame drove her to almost becoming a deity. Yes, she had been humbled, and yes she had actually been forgiven and even made friends, but her current situation stirred the same feeling of when she held the alicorn amulet in her grasp. A shiver coursed through her body, and Trixie closed her eyes for a brief moment to allow herself to revel in such thoughts. The Ever-Greater and All-Powerful Trixie. Trixie the Goddess. Trixie the All-Encompassing. The entirety of Equestria . . . nay, the world, beneath her, at her hooves and at the mercy of every whim she fancied with her monolithic stature. Towering over it all, feeling as massive to every living creature as she does in comparison to teeny tiny trite of a pony right here before her. Millions upon millions worshipping her visage, her very word that of- "Um . . . excuse me?" She blinked. Trixie snapped from her vision and squinted, furrowing her features to grumpily scowl at the tiny being. "What? Couldn't you see Trixie was busy daydreaming?!" The magic-maker scolded, a burning degree of harshness set in her tone. "O-oh. Sorry." Dust could feel his very essence shiver under her words, and if it was possible for him to shrink even smaller, it felt like he would at any moment right now. "I was just-" "Silence. The Great and Powerful Trixie is speaking." ". . . Okay . . ." His voice was so low it became indiscernible. "You have bothered Trixie with your presence, and your general rudeness in touching Trixie's horn and interrupting her will not go unpunished!" The aura of magic lowered until it touched down on the dresser's wooden surface, dissipating with a flourish of trailing swirls that disappeared into the air. Dust yelled slightly, free-falling for a few moments before smacking down onto the surface with a hard smack. Wincing from the jolt to his system, he stood up slowly, making sure everything was there and that he wouldn't lose consciousness upon standing. "Ugh . . . do you always have to refer to yourself in third person . . .?" "What was that?" "Nothing." " . . . Hmmph." She loomed above as some great blue replacement for the sky, idly drumming her fingers a great distance away, every time the moveable masses thudded against the new landscape on which he stood a series of rhythmic quakes shook the world in a rapidly repeating staccato. "Now . . . what to do with you?" "Excuse me?" "Trixie will not repeat herself." "I just . . . you're being awfully . . ." "Silence." Her booming voice repeated in an eruption overhead and interrupted Dust once more. He was most likely not going to get anywhere the way he was going about things now. Maybe . . . he should simply play along for now. Get on her good side. So far she's only been mighty peeved at him. "Y-yes, oh Great and . . . Powerful Trixie." Dust managed to stammer out, partially because he was actually nervous and afraid. There was a recognizable shift in the enormously encompassing unicorn's body language as she leaned back, revealing more of herself as she peered down with now a slight glint in her eye. "Hmm . . . yes. You are much better to grovel. Trixie likes." "H-have you decided what to do with me yet? I may be small, but I do have my uses!" "Yes . . . Trixie has decided." She rumbled, leaning back even further in her seat, Dust feeling the quaking beneath him intensify as something incomprehensible slammed down in front of him with enough shockwave to blow him right off his hooves and fly back a good couple of yards, sending a fresh sear of pain to jolt through his back, mostly originating from his busted wing. Dust held back tears and a yelp, gritting his teeth and beating his fist against the ground until the pain passed. With heaving breath the pegasi sat back up, fighting through the aching that was quickly setting in and gawked upwards towards a sheer mountainside of blue hoof, escalating so high up it blurred and vanished beyond a certain point. Just the same could be said horizontally in conjunction vertically, the only way he actually knew it was a hoof was the rounded edges just past the point where his line of sight began to vanish and the unique scent it gave off. Trixie chuckled, legs raised and kicked up onto the dresser, leaning back with her hands tucked behind her head with all the confidence in the world. "Worship Trixie's hoof." She commanded, giving the one before Dust a wiggle. "And once you're done with that one, the other." Her left hoof, adjacent by innumerable miles in distance, lifted up and dropped down with a tectonic impact to signify her words. "W-well . . . alright . . ." Dust sighed, making a light jog to cover the distance towards the blue immensity, eventually reaching the underhoof. "Alright, what?" "Alright . . . Great and Powerful-" "Great and Colossal." ". . . Great and Colossal Trixie." With a grumble he went to work, placing his hands against the wall and began to rub. Dust was particularly surprised by how soft it was. Normally a hoof did have its mixture of hard and soft spots, but this seemed amazingly marshmallow-y. Perhaps she had regular hooficures done? Or perhaps applied lotion daily? It was odd to have his mind wander to such thoughts, but he shrugged, dismissing it. Best to keep up the act. Already it seemed to be working, at least he hoped. "Harder. Trixie can hardly feel anything." Rolling his eyes and exhaling in a brief sigh Dust went from pressing inwards with his palms flat against the hoof to kneading in a circular motion, shoving in as hard as he could, managing to sink into the softness to wrist level. "How about that? Any better?" Dust called. "Slightly. Trixie is beginning to actually feel something." She paused, adjusting herself in her seat. "Ticklish? Maybe. It is pleasant, so do not stop. Move on from your spot after you are done. You have all of Trixie's wonderful hoof left to worship~" "Ugh." His sound of disgust was luckily kept to a level where she could not hear, a perk of being tiny. Badmouth all you want reasonably, and nopony would ever hear it unless you were screaming at the top of your lungs, or in an optimal location like near their ear. Dust actually had quite the sailor's mouth when he wanted. Slowly did he make his way from his origin point, moving across the surface in a working pattern of pause, massage, break, continue on, and repeat. Occasionally Trixie would toss out semi-words of encouragement, but as time passed her annoyance returned. "Stop rubbing simply the outer edges of Trixie's hoof! Trixie does not wear horseshoes, so it is not so callous there. Move into the inner hoof, where it is so nice and silken." "Umm . . . about that . . . I could, but . . ." "But what?" Another rumble as the blue wall before him moved and disappeared with speed that should not match such great size, replaced by the glaring gaze of his pseudo-goddess. "You dare defy Trixie?" "It's not that! Not that at all! I'd absolutely would love to rub and love every last micro-inch if your sole, but, but . . . I can't reach all of it. Not in the position you had it in anyway." Dust continued to stammer, hands held up and prying for time. "And just why is that?" Her tone was not getting any calmer. "I . . . sort of have a broken wing. I don't know if you can tell all the way up there, but I'm a pegasus. Well, you probably got that when I flew into your horn, or otherwise I'd be on the ground, and . . . well that's not necessarily true. I'm small enough for the wind currents to pick me up whether or not I could fly them, I just so happen to-" During his small gush of babbling, Trixie blinked once more and looked down at him. "Your . . . wing is broken?" "Yeah." ". . ." "Oh no it's not your fault! I sort of got it when I got lost outside." "And you . . . were not just about Ponyville on your own. You were lost." "Well, yeah. It's not safe for me. I've never actually left my home." ". . ." 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Lily teases me all the time by threatening to squish me.” He momentarily paused to think about the few instances in which she wiggled above him, pinching him up and dropping him onto a conveniently located seat. She never had actually done it, plopping right down atop his infinitesimal body, but the act of malevolence was still there. Wondered when she would actually do it one day. “Yeah . . . “ Instead she had left him on the seat to fend for himself. Now he would be fine and fly off, but his gigantic little sister had dropped him a distance that was more than enough to leave him stunned and uncognitive for a brief period. As he stumbled about, trying not to slip in between the fibers of the seat cushion, a rumble that neared far too quickly echoed away. Then the shadow dawned far too quickly. How had he not noticed something so large appear so quickly? Dust would gaze up, momentarily stunned in a sense of awe at the sky of jiggling cheek mass descending at a rate in painfully slow motion. A meager fraction of the whole rump, but more than enough to encompass all he could perceive. He felt like he was in some kind of action movie, escaping at the last second. Regained his senses just quick enough to zoom up into the safe space between the two blue monoliths, then sped across the landscapic surface of the seat, hearing and feeling the assocalypse itself flatten down into the chair. Just as his mother fully sat down, Dust had safely flown into empty air space, the massive matriarch entirely unaware she had almost crushed her son. It was incidents like this that Dust never ever mentioned to anypony. Sweet Treats and Sweet CheeksBonus Chapter: A Visit From Aunt Sally Dust Mite yawned, awakening to the sound of a low roar far away, but that’s what usually what it always sounded like, just even the slightest bit of air rolling by sound like some sort of storm blowing over a flat plain. He sleepily rubbed his eyes, contemplating whether to conk out for another hour or so. There wasn’t much else to do today, just like every other day, but he felt like there was definitely something he was forgetting. The tiniest of ponies tapped his chin thoughtfully, trying to work his thoughts through the jumbled maze of just waking up. “Blegh . . . maybe going back to sleep isn’t so bad . . .” He said aloud to himself, which was nice. Dust normally spoke to himself when alone, finding his own voice calming and grounding with its low volume. A much better substitute than the ear-shattering words of normal ponies most of the time. “. . . But I really can’t . . . now what was it? I swear there was something I HAVE to remember . . .” A low rumble off in the distance, but he chose to ignore it. They were far too commonplace for him to pay attention to every single one. “What was it . . .” Dust repeated as the source of the rumbling seemed to grow stronger, affecting the ground now. Odd, normally at least one of his family members would be here to check up on him. Boom. “Something . . . something mom told me.” Boom. Wow he was not alert and very forgetful in the morning. As he pondered, he stretched, flexing his lithe form to work the apathetic laziness that worms its way into the muscles during rest. While he thought, Dust look off into the distance in contemplation, spotting something come into view if he focused. Squinting, miles away a sticky note attached to a wall, ready for him to view if he was even slightly attentive. He smacked himself in the forehead and mentally kicked his own flank, but really he thought he shouldn’t be so hard on himself, he had just woken up. Boom. “Dusty, the gals and I will be out picking up groceries for dinner tonight. Your father is out on a run, but don’t worry, we won’t be leaving you alone for too long. Aunt Sally should be over soon. Hope you too have fun catching up! Love, Mom” “Ohhh . . . that’s right, Aunt Sally!” He chuckled, finally remembering. BOOM. Dust Mite was nearly knocked flat on his back from a resounding quake that came from right behind him. He was blown back many meters, burning his hooves by jamming them against the ground to stop his flying, wings unfurled to create a sort of organic parachute. Gritting his teeth, he finally stopped, having to wince and hop from one hoof to the other to keep the short sensation of pain from becoming too intense. “WE-E-E-E-ELLLLLLLLLLL HOWWWWWDY DOWN THERE!” Gazing skywards, a new atmosphere of patchy black and white greeted in, very random in size and scale, some of the fur just a couple miles of either, but further away they seemed to increase in magnitude and scale. “Oh me oh my, Dust Mite, ya’ll’ve gotten so big! … I think. I can only guess.” “Uhhmmm . . .” Continuing to look up, the visitor was far too close for him to properly get a read of what they looked like. From what he could gather however, what he was staring at was Aunt Sally. “H-hello!” Dust finally waved up weakly. “You’re a little close, but um . . .” “Oh sorry bout that lil ‘un. Here, let Auntie back up a bit. An don’t worry I’ll make sure to use my inside voice, if I remember right ya’ll hated noise.” She continue to speak at a rather heightened volume, physically assaulting him with waves of sound that made his fur stand up on end. A new rumble and roar, this one slow and building, moving away from him as the new colossi slowly backed away, giving him a better view as she furthered herself. She must’ve been right up on the shelf where he was situated, no doubt trying to squint and peer down as closely as possible. There was always a handy magnifying glass nearby for those who weren’t accustomed to trying to spot him, but his mother might’ve neglected to mention it to Sally. Several new thooms erupted over the course of a few seconds as her own hooves clopped down with seismic force onto the floor below as she backed away miles and miles, her form becoming a much more better contrast to see than just neverending sky, now simply a partially neverending sky with much more definition. A cow. Aunt Sally was a cow. The usual black and white splotches patterned her fur, and she seemed to be sporting a nose ring through her septum. She appeared to be roughly around his own mother’s age, but what distracted him the most was sort her…assets. Dust’s eyes widened as two new planets entered the solar system, heaving up and down with her breathing as if in some sort of slow cosmic ballet with one another, jostling with just the slightest movement and barely restrained by the jean-fabric top that held their girth up. Sally’s, ahem, ‘udders’ to be precise nearly outsized her whole body, the massive mammaries nearly blotting the view of her face, just a fractionous sliver staring down at him past their magnitude. Well then. “Ahhh, just so glad to see ya again Dust Mite! Your mom and I go way back, and I was so glad to get a call from her for a visit! So, how’ve things been? Do you go to school anywhere? Any friends? Ooooooh, how about a special somepony, hmmmm?” “Uhhh …” “Oh I’m sorry I’m just gushing. I’m still thinking bout when I had to nurse you! Y’know I’ve been a nursing cow for years and helped with dozens of fillies, but when I got you to care for, why, I was being tested! I knew though with all my skill and training I could get you to feed.” “Ummm yeah.” Now he really didn’t want to think about it. This was getting a little weird and awkward. He hoped his family would come back soon and not leave him with this bovine he hardly knew or remembered. “In fact, I could show you how I did it, if you’re curious.” “No, no, that’s not necessary, but thank you Aunt Sally-” “Nonsense! It won’t take long. Now c’mere you little scamp . . .” Two twin towers that stretched past the heavens descended upon him, casting a new shadow he could never outrun or outfly. Dust gazed up and yelped in panick, wings fluttering to try and lift him off the ground, but instead rammed him right into the trap that would encompass the air space in which he would escape, pinching him tightly between two slamming walls of a thumb and forefinger large enough to put tectonic plates to shame. When the appendages met and nearly crushed him, knocking the breath out of him with ease, all he could make out was white fur plowing into his tiny body, the slight echoing rustle of movement still in his ears. The tiny grey pegasus gasped and struggled, but it was no doubt futile. He was stuck, and not in a position where he could power through and slip out. It was always odd in those ways when being held. Sometimes he could actually escape through the tiniest of fractions of empty spaces where a normal sized being could not see him leave, but this was just enough to hold him in place. “Now, all I had to do was this,” Using her free hand, the cow shimmied her top down, letting one breast fly free in a sort of fleshy explosion, as if its tremendous cup size had almost doubled in proportion upon being freed. Once the wobbling died down, she hefted it up so that her hemispheric nipple was faced upwards, slowly descending the two fingers that held Dust Mite down towards it, releasing him once she thought he was close enough, letting him fall onto a new fleshy pink continent. He landed with the smallest ‘squish’, sinking into the ground slightly before jolting back up onto his hooves and feeling like his entire body was unclean. The skin was almost spongy, but still soft and malleable to the touch, and he felt ‘udderly’ embarrassed for being on here. He also mentally scolded himself for making the worst situational joke on the planet. All around, far as the eye could see, even onto the distant horizon nothing but pink nipplescape, the occasional pore large enough to engulf Equestria and wrinkle canyons in the skin that made San Palamino’s look pitiful dotted here and there. Up above, the new sky of Sally’s eye gazed down, almost twinkling with mirth. “Aww, this brings back memories! Ya look right as cute as did you when you were a silly little filly.” “I really don’t-” Dust began. Sally interjected again, interrupting his all too small voice. “Once you were on there, all I had to do was work up the juice,” Far, far away a great sloshing like a million churning shaken milk jugs at once echoed. Dust could feel it beneath him roil and roar, while further away in the largest hole of all, what he could only assume was the duct, a rising tsunami of white slowly made itself visible, miles of it encompassing the pink and splashing down. Good thing he was too far away for it to physically affect him. “Aaand right after that, we’d get an eyedropper and just give you the slightest amount! You were smart, so you didn’t fall in or anything. Oh, such memories.” “Y-yeah. Now um, if you could remove me please-” “Dust Mite! We’re home!” The familiar sound of his mother called from far away, followed by a door closing and multiple shuffling hoofsteps. He could already feels his cheeks burning with flushed humiliation. “Oh Small Smiles!” Sally called back in reply. “Dust’s here with me! Here, we’ll be right there in a jiffy!” She then looked back down at him still upon her nipple tip and grinned. “It’s a big ol’ family reunion! Can’t wait to see the girls too.” “Yeah . . .” He wondered if he went into one of those infinitesimal marks in the skin deep enough he could get lost and never come back. Probably.
It's the Small ThingsD U S T small smôl adjective 1. of a size that is less than normal or usual. Pony genetics was pretty straightforward. Two unicorns get together, they get a tiny little unicorn baby to care for and nurture, the same for both pegasus and earth. But what if two ponies of different races bred? It's a fundamental law that all ponies have some degree of magic within them, with unicorns being the most blessed in the arcane, pegasi in second, and earth ponies last. When different races intermingle, the child takes on the traits of the parent with the most magic. This is incredibly common, but it is not unheard of about an offspring not inheriting the related talents of their family members. Small Smiles is a unicorn with the talent of reduction spells, nothing too extreme, but she makes a pretty fine business of using her magic to reduce large-scale objects to much more manageable heights. Moving luggage or furniture has never been easier, and she makes a pretty bit off of it as well. Ponies pay for not having to do as much work as they need to. Wing Runner is a first-class flyer; Not Wonderbolts material, but he still is fairly well and confident in what he does as a pegasus, his talent literally being an excellent flyer. Somehow, these two meet. Smiles is petite with a a slender form, light blue in fur color, her mane cut short to keep the tangles from wrapping around her horn. Wing is tall and sinewy, his body sleek and with fur that of grey quicksilver, with broad, powerful wings to lift him from his hooves to the skies above. They date for a while. They find out that they're in love. They get married, move into a home together, and make love until early dawn. The first couple of months are showing promise of their first child, a strong, healthy unicorn girl, a bit on the stouty side, but they loved him anyway. They try again, gotta love them kids. Their second born is a rather...odd case. We'll get back to him soon. Years pass, another child happens. Their third and youngest, a small unicorn girl. Now, back to the middle child. In the oldest and youngest, the mother's race was dominant, producing unicorn offspring but with various talents based around distant genes of other family members. The middle child was a unique case, his father's race but based heavily off of his mother's magic and genes. Small Smiles passed on a...different gift onto her son. In relation to her shrinking magic, he too was affected by them. Except he can't use magic because he wasn't a unicorn, instead a pegasus, so it transcribed a different way. He was made small. Impossibly so. Thanks pony genetics.
Down On His LuckD U S T in·fin·i·tes·i·mal ˌinfiniˈtes(ə)məl adjective 1. extremely small. noun 1. an indefinitely small quantity; a value approaching zero. A sound like thunder echoed throughout the void of empty air, scattering the cloud layer and replacing the sky itself with a color of magenta. So vast and almost endless, going beyond what the eye could even comprehend. But he could somewhat comprehend it, because he had seen sights like this his entire life and was entirely used to it. “DUUUUUUST MITE! WA-A-A-AAAAKE UPPPP!!” He nearly jumped out of his fur from the booming words that echoed all the way down to him, nearly deafening him by the second shout. He groaned tiredly, slowly sitting up and rubbing his temples to try and soothe the oncoming headache that was associated with being stimulated by noises that were far too loud to stand. “You don't have to shout!” He himself shouted up, but he had a good reason to. The being above could not even hear him unless his voice became strained to as loud as he could possibly muster. Meanwhile, her own voice could be kept to a whisper to make it more comfortable, if still not loud, to the being known as Dust Mite. But she yelled just to see how much he could stand of her and annoy him, and half wondering if her raised voice could make him 'pop', a rather joyous little thought despite how malicious the after effects were. The sky of magenta shifted, many miles of the color passing by in a consistency that was comparable to fur before the sky was suddenly white, then colored again but this time a deeper purple, and then it was nothing but black. A loud rumbling filled the air, shaking him to his core and rattling his bones, but he was partly unfazed by this. As before, he was used to stuff like this. A wall, this time magenta again, many miles thick overcame the black and the dark purple and the white, closing over the surface area fully before rising over it again to reveal it all once more. Blinking. Such a massive event was simply an eyelid covering a pupil to remoisturize it and to keep dust and dirt out. Dust Mite gazed skyward, staring into the enormous pupil of his little sister, how laughable it was given how so much more massive she was in comparison to his tiny form, his height in relation to his own namesake. He stood up to his hooves and stretched, his lithe form toned and a silvery grey, his wings fluttering out to get their own morning stretch. If he were of, say, a more normal height, his wingspan would be quite impressive to any pony and certainly enough to make any other pegasi envious, but he could not impress anyone with it given he wasn't even comparable to a fraction of a sliver of down off of a loosened feather. The harsh reality of being small was a bitter one to face. Another staccato of thunder roars, when in reality it was simple giggling. “Had to get you up somehow sleepy-head!” Lilycup giggled. She was small in stature even for her young age, but always enjoyed feeling so huge when around her brother. Her form was slender, a unicorn with magenta fur and a cotton candy blue mane in a messy scraggle that was rarely kept and dared any brush or comb to try and tame it. “Besides, you've overslept anyway.” “Nowhere to go and nothing to do . . .” Dust grumbled to himself. “Sleep is better than sitting around all day.” “Don't be like that Dusty.” Lilycup frowned, the sky-eye peering down at him narrowing and the higher portions of the atmosphere that were her eyebrows furrowed. “You have to seize the day!” “Not much I can 'seize'.” He repeated, crossing his arms. “If you haven't noticed in the years you've lived with me, I can't exactly do what . . . normal ponies do.” “You're just being a negative-nancy.” She stuck out her tongue. Even though he couldn't see it, he could definitely hear the great parting of her lips and the slick, wet noise of her tongue hitting empty, dryer air. Being so small gave a very different hearing on the most minuscule of sounds, magnifying them to unwanted volumes. “And you're being an airhead. Again.” Dust retorted, sticking out his own tongue even though Lily in return could not see it unless she had an incredibly strong microscope on her. “Hey, what did mom say about calling names?” The younger one pouted. “Do you want to end up back in my hoof-slipper again?” She half-threatened, raising and stomping her hoof, the sound distant and echoing. “. . . No . . .” “Then you should have in the years we've lived together learned to be a lot nicer to your BIGGER little sister.” She leaned in closer, the black hole of a pupil closing the great gap until Dust was sure he could just flap his wings up and be within touching distance of the thing. All she had to do was blink and a great, mighty wind was swept up, knocking Dust away with the powerful force the young girl could conjure with the lightest muscle twitch. He was sent flying backwards many, many yards to him, though to Lilycup the mite she called brother hadn't even moved at all. With a grunt and a twist of his wings Dust righted himself mid-air, flapping to steady his body and flow with the wind until it died down, hovering there as he growled up at her. “Hey, be careful! You know how dangerous that is to me!” “Everything's dangerous to you.” She rolled her eyes, the generated sound akin to a thousand rumbling rollercoasters taking off on their tracks, slow and audibly low, but picking up to manifest all at once into a cacophony of noise. “Now c'mon, mom has breakfast ready.” A shadow began to loom over him, darkening the area for miles and miles as two enormous fingertips began to close in on him. “Mind if I hike it own my own today?” Dust asked, causing the fingertips to halt, their looming presence still making him nervous with how close their gigantic stature was to him, always giving the sense of imminent and possible crushing. “Need to give my wings a stretch, I haven't flown in a while.” A short pause followed as Lilycup hummed in consideration, a low thrum that resonated deep within his bones and lightly shook the ground beneath him. “You know how mom and dad don't like you going unsupervised . . .” She reminded. “Please?” “I dunno . . .” “Please?” He repeated, tone bordering on begging. This caused Lily to crack a smirk, the familiar sound of lips parting and fur moving into that certain shape of sound off so far away. That always meant two things: Trouble and embarrassment. “Hmm . . I suppose so . . . if you'd do a little favor for me.” The tiny mite known as Mite sighed exasperatedly. “Fine. What is it that you want me to do? This time?” He added. This was quite a common thing. “Want me to make Diamond Tiara think she has fur infestation again? Fly around in your ear and at least try to clean out the ear wax? Ugh . . . " He blushed. "Clean your hoof? Or at least fractions of it at least?" "Hehe . . . I'll let you know in time Dusty." She leaned back, stepping away from her tiny brother, giving him a wave and a wink before trotting off, every step thunderous and earth-shaking. Dust Mite was taken aback. Normally her demands in trade for his freedom was usually 'here and now' sort of stuff. Well, at least he could shrug it off, but the sense of dread for what laid in the future made him shudder a bit. Giving himself a little stretch once more, he spread his wings and flexed them. With a slow intake of breath he took a running start before pushing off of the ground, soaring up into the open air. He looked behind him, his tiny little 'room', really just a piece of lint for a bed resting on a shelf in the corner of a closet, looking far away as he zoomed away from it. He was small, everything else was big, but this speed he had while flying, this insane sense of mobility is what he lived for despite his talent was basically being just small. In a world more colossal than he could imagine, everything controlling and watchful, flying was when he could be himself, be free. In a couple minutes he left the closet, flying through the open crack in the door and out into the vast, vast hallway. Everything was always blurry and far away, so he didn't bother looking at the family photos that he was in but couldn't be seen, didn't look at the accomplishments his siblings had done at normal sizes. He didn't want to think about it on his way to the kitchen. As he entered the air space of the kitchen, he was assaulted with a blast of sensations. Heat from the oven, the smell of oats and pancakes, the sounds of booming laughter and scraping chairs against a linoleum floor far away. Well, time for breakfast. And to hear his mother ramble on again about him flying alone. He would most likely be scolded instead of his sister. The usual bit about how his safety was of the utmost concern and how he couldn't do what 'other' ponies could do without consequence. He was eighteen. He already knew this rhyme back and forth. With another mighty flap he shot towards the table, the visages of his mother and sister off in the distance, a bevy of breakfast items waiting, more food than he could ever eat in his entire lifetime just sitting there. However, something felt a bit off. He found his flapping wasn't nearly as effective this time flying. He wasn't covering nearly as much distance as he usually did. Dust was beginning to feel...tired. It just so happened today that a thought crossed Small Smiles' mind as she cooked. Why not open a window this morning? It lets in fresh air, sunshine, and gets rid of the heat of the oven. This fresh air created a strong wind draft that was currently holding Dust Mite back, and with the lightest of breezes, sucked him outside flailing and screaming, not even heard or seen. "Where's Dust Mite?" Small asked, sitting down and glancing over at her thirteen year old daughter, Lilycup flashing a fake smile. "I uhh...let him fly to the kitchen today." Small sighed. "You know that's dangerous for him Honey. Go fetch him and bring him here for breakfast. Poor little guy, probably isn't even out of the closet yet." She sighed, taking a sip of her coffee as her shrunken son desperately tried to right him amidst the confusion of getting sucked outside by a wind current, somewhere he had never actually been before. It was going to be a long day.
The Land, It Be TrottingD U S T mi·cro·scop·ic mīkrəˈskäpik adjective 1.so small as to be visible only with a microscope. Not good. Nope. This was not good. Dust Mite let out a loud yelp, with all of his might coming to a halt in mid-air to try and fight back at the current that was tossing him about as if he were nothing. Which he was in most cases, but this wasn't the time to think about that. As he hovered there, almost painfully forcing himself to stay in place as not to become just another mote at the mercy of the wind, he breathed a sigh of relief as the current slowly died down, his wings now flapping at a considerably less strenuous pace than before. He groaned, still hovering in place, but just barely. That had left his entire upper torso and back sore, cringing with every flap. Dust wasn't used to such actions, more working along the lines of floating alone a more gentle breeze rather than get caught in one and try to fight it. This was bad. Outside, a place he had never been, tired, confused, and with no idea how to get back home. He could make out the window in the distance, but it was closed now. Just great. As Dust tried to conjure an idea on just how to get back inside, he heard and felt a rumble right behind him, almost entirely unaware of it given how lost in thought he was. Maybe try heading for the window again. Surely he could find a crack to slip through or under. Or, if he was willing to rest and regain his strength, make a path to the front or back door and slip under the bottom. Then he would at least be in familiar territory. But by that point, he would be too tired to make the trek through the house . . . Just as the thought crossed his mind to hitch a ride in the mailbox and wait for somebody to pick up the mail, one extra small package along for delivery, the rumbling grew louder, more powerful, until he could feel it rattle deep in his bones. And then, something heavy smacked into him from behind. Really not prepared for that. At all. A stallion grumbled to himself, scratching his back as he used his other hand to block out the sun from his eyes that streamed so brightly overhead. He hated waking up early, especially after a long night's work, but he had to get his paper. It always ended up missing somehow if he got up later in the day to retrieve. He always blamed that grey mare with the bubble flank. He was of a older in his twenties sort of age, muscular body just making that process from tight and young to leaning towards the older side, with fur of brown and splotches of white here and there. Land Trotter sighed as he walked across his front lawn, treading sleepily with bleary eyes, half naked in just his boxers. It was early in the morning, so nobody would see, and he really didn't care either way. Besides, he rarely saw his neighbors anyway. A family supposedly lived next door, but all he ever saw was a young filly and a budding stallion leave every once in a while. Supposedly there was a mother, a father, and another middle child, but they were never seen as well. Incredibly odd, but not worth investigating. Land liked to keep to himself just fine. He reached his mailbox, opening it tiredly and pulling out the paper, glad to see that it was actually there this time, turned around, and headed back to his house. Everything went topsy-turvy once the massive object struck him behind. It was as if he had been hit by a moving continent with the rolling thunder it created, the momentum sending him flying forward only to fall back down onto something incredibly solid. Dust laid there for a moment, briefly noting the echoing quakes of hoofsteps in the distance, then shuddered and cringed, feeling a fresh jolt of pain surge through his back. Groaning, he sat up, cautiously looking over his shoulder and wincing. His right wing was bent at an awkward angle, the bone poking just underneath the skin, making him hiss at the sight of it. Must've broken it the moment he collided with whatever smacked into him. Taking deep, heavy breaths, Dust somehow forced the broken wing to bend back in and fold against his body to keep it from moving too much, lest he risk injuring it even further. Standing back up despite the growing soreness in his body, he had to look around and take stock as to where he actually was. Obviously some pony had come up from behind and he had landed on their body, but who and where exactly? If he was quick, he could possibly manage to survive, and maybe even end up back home. It wasn't likely however, as situations like this tended to go terribly wrong for him . . . always. The ground beneath his hooves was fleshy and brown, appearing soft yet somewhat firm was well, the texture riddled with criss-crossing etch lines and pores of various sizes. Some he could slip his hand into, others stretched into massive canyons and valleys in proportion, which he could easily fall into and get lost. Past the horizon of brown, fur shot up of a darker brown, stretching to the sky, and if he looked up, looming past the obscuring strands of fur, he could make out a thick, chiseled underchin of the unaware pony above. Apparently male. Piecing the process together, Dust blushed as he realized where he actually was. "Hmm?" Land Trotter paused, about to walk up the first step up the porch before he began to feel a strange sensation. He peered down towards his torso, a small, almost pleasurable sensation emitting from his torso. Now what was this then? He was about to head inside, enjoy a cup of coffee with his paper and this oddness happened. He lifted up a finger, grazing his slowly erecting nipple. "I can't believe I'm doing this . . ."Dust sighed to himself as he went on doing it. He was on his hands and knees, slowly rolling over and kneading the flesh beneath him in a deep massaging manner, working and pressing as hard as he could. His efforts would not go unrewarded however, as a slow rumble began to build up beneath him, akin to an earthquake about to happen. It quickly escalated as he held on and continued to rub, the very landscape itself seemingly growing, doubling, tripling, quadrupling in size to the point of many, many miles adding onto its position. Eventually the quaking subsided, leaving Dust Mite atop an entirely changed plain, the ground beneath him now even firmer yet still somewhat pliable if he added a bit of pressure. His work was not yet done, as a messenger from above alerted him that the god he stood upon had noticed him. A shadow came over him as well as the entire land on which he stood. Gazing upwards, the blurry sky became brown as a fingertip slammed down on top of him, momentarily mushing him deeply into the nipplescape, embracing him in its warmth before lifting up, Dust now stuck to the tip of the appendage. Wind whipped by him as well as hundreds of miles of the rising body in which he passed, leaving behind the nipple and viewing the rest of this titan's torso, then neck, muzzle, and finally eye. He just hoped . . . No. And then the wind that commanded him, his pitiful size forever at its mercy, lifted him up with just a mild just, ripping him from the finger that could have been his salvation. Uttering a cry, he was sent along another draft that would go unnoticed by those larger, sending him off into the wild unknown, except this time he had no way in which to fight back or control where he went with only one working wing. As he zoomed away, flailing about helplessly, Land Trotter looked down at his finger in confusion. "Huh . . ." He could have sworn he heard the tiniest yelling ever as well as something almost pathetically minuscule atop of his finger. Oh well. With a shrug he went back inside, still rubbing his erogenous nipple slightly, having enjoyed that feeling from earlier. Dust tried to remain calm, but as everything whipped around at a speed in which he could not comprehend, one would find it hard to steady the beating of their pounding heart and hyperventilating lungs. This was it. He would never be able to return home now. He would be forever lost out here, to die out here, afraid and forever small and . . . As these gloomy thoughts raced through his mind, he slammed into another colossal wall of a size that which stretched far beyond the sight he held. A wall of blue.
The Great & Colossal TrixieD U S T speck spek noun 1. A tiny spot. Barely visible. Dust Mite scrambled against the wall of blue, hands and hoof searching for something to latch onto, his one good wing beating furiously to keep him from falling while the broken one flapped uselessly, sending a mild shudder of pain through his body every couple of seconds. Eventually he managed to find some kind of small crevice in the surface to grip his fingers into, pressing his body as tightly as possible to it, cringing at the strain put on his body, feeling tiredness slowly creep through him and drain away at his already battered stamina, from the bottom of his hooves to the tips of his fur. "Eugh . . . I just can't catch a break . . ." He lamented aloud to himself, breathing raspy and quick, trying to settle down to a more normal rate in an attempt to calm his body. 'Try to breathe along with your heartbeat, with the wisp of the wind. It sounds all like zebra-shaman-guru stuff, but it's true, it works.' The advice from his father, one of the many tips that had been given to him during his younger days when trying to learn how to fly, spread through his mind, letting it echo along with his respiration, the wave of fatigue being combatted against by the relaxing sensation, not fully making him feel better, but at least kept him at a deadlocked state where he wasn't feeling as bad as before. Now not feeling as if he was about to pass out (more along the lines of being close to it), Dust opened his eyes in an attempt to examine his new surroundings. He seemed to be . . . moving. And was /very/ high up. Given the scale of everything to him that was menial, but he felt as if he was atop the summit of something, of some great monument. The wall felt odd, a mix of flesh, fur, and something more hardened, akin to . . . stone, but more alive. His mind went to a memory of sitting atop of a pebble like its own landmass, but that wasn't it. Going through the experiences in his head, the puny pegasus finally found something that reminded him of this almost exact experience. His eyes lit up with realization upon finding the fact that he was clinging to a . . . What was on her horn? Trixie looked up, raising her brow and tilting her head in an attempt to get a better view of the protrusion from her forehead. Unicorn horns were naturally sensitive conduits, the nerves in the area nearly doubled to allow for better passage of magical energies, but she wasn't feeling something magical. She pursed her lips curiously, 'Hmming' as she tried to describe the sensation. It was tiny, but like . . . scrambling. As if the most minute of insects had slapped against her while she was walking and had gotten stuck in the one of the horn's crevice rings. Uuugh. She wasn't one for insects, but given how small the poor thing was, she might show mercy to it. With but a mental flick, her horn lit up, the telekinetic blue magic searching for and eventually wrapping around something pitifully small . . . The vast surface on which he clung seemed to hum to life, thrumming with sheer power. Visible bright blue light shone underneath him, the most miniature of details upon the skin coming to life with magical energy. He was reminded of his mother gently lifting him up with her own telekinesis, but this one felt fumbling, probably since it was unaccustomed to grasping at such a tiny thing. Dust could feel the invisible force stir, missing him a couple times before finally meeting him, a sparkling pink aura wrapping around his body and effortlessly pulling him away into empty air. Momentarily panicking, seeing as how he was being touched by unfamiliar magic and feared it would crush him unknowingly, he flailed against it, weakly beating against a force that eventually drained him, deciding to give in and let it take him wherever it was taking him. Around him, the usual enormity of scale and blurs passed until finally settling him before a great black pupil, spreading onwards and outwards for many miles, far away the outer edges melded into a sort of pinkish-magenta tint that surrounded the rim, most likely the iris, but that was too much distance to see it properly. A loud rumble filled the air before a sonic-boom like force ruptured in front of him, nearly knocking him away but he held fast due to the magic holding him in place. A mere blink, an eyelash protruding passed by as some great black monolith, nearly slamming into him twice, once on the way down then on the way back up. The sky-eye squinted, the pupil shifting slightly to try and focus in on him. It took several seconds before it even saw anything. "What . . . are you? No insect, that's for sure. Too small . . . who are you to touch the horn of the great and powerful Trixie? Speak, mite!" "That's uhh, that's actually right." He chuckled nervously in reply, shouting to the point of strain. "Dust Mite's the name." ". . ." "It's not a joke actually." "Wow, you are actually serious. How could you even be this small?" Trixie asked, racking her brain for an answer before even asking him. "A shrinking spell? It's possible, but it must've been casted by a very powerful unicorn . . . usually the smallest it can go is a couple inches. Or are you some kind of freak of nature breezie? No, no no, that can't be it-" "Actually, um," "Don't interrupt me." Her much, much, much louder voice broke through his squeaky words, shattering the air with every syllable. After coming up and going through various theories on her own, eventually the eye went from wandering to looking right back at him again. "Well, go on then. Tell Trixie why you are so small." She almost sounded like she was commanding it. "Well, my mom was a unicorn, and my dad was a pegasus," "Trixie did not ask for your life story." ". . . I'm getting there. And my mom specialized in shrinking magic. Well, apparently I inherited that, but was born a pegasus like my dad. So, it had to manifest itself some way. Poof, tiny me. My talent is literally being small." "How . . . cute. How . . . pathetic really. How pathetically cute." Trixie snickered, bobbing him up and down in the air with her magic. She had been out shopping for groceries, on her way to the market, but had found a much better distraction. She knew one certain purple mare had reformed her, but the chance of being so superior over something again had shown itself, and she wasn't going to let it go so easily. Not since those two (Snaps and Snills was it?) groveled at her hooves or when she had all of Ponyville under her control did she feel like this. She would have just a little fun, and that would be it. The sense of power of holding his tiny self before her really just made her feel like a . . . a goddess. No, bigger than that. "Umm . . . yeahhhh . . . " Dust grunted, trying to keep from getting dizzy as she playfully jerked him up and down. "If-if y-you could be so kind . . . I need to get home. I can give directions, I-I think." "Hmm, not so fast little one. The GREAT and COLOSSAL Trixie wishes to . . . have some fun." "What."
School DazePowertrip D U S T tiny ˈtīnē adjective 1. Very small. What had he even gotten himself into? If he had just swallowed some of his ego and accepted the fact he had to be carried by his sister, then he wouldn't be lost outside with very little chance of ever getting back home. A new sense of panic washed over Dust, already draining his weakened body, but at least being held aloft by telekinetic magic was giving him time to rest after the trials he had gone through. His family probably hasn't even noticed that he was gone yet, mistaking a minuscule piece of lint of him and finding it as no different company. This sense of anxiety bothered him to no end, but what else could he do but think about such things? Forever lost out here with no hope of ever returning . . . . . . No. It was simply the negativity talking. This situation could be turned around and resolved, he just had to give it time. Ponies were reasonable creatures. Things could be discussed, thought out, planned, and executed. All he had to do was talk to Trixie and convince her to take him back home, despite the bleak circumstances and her general reaction to him asking the first time. Dust sighed, just wanting to be normal for a chance and rely on himself, but look where that ended him up at. With a broken wing and no mobility, at the mercy and risk of a massive blue unicorn with a goddess complex. Thunderous thooming hoofsteps equatable to a far away storm sounded in his ears as Trixie walked, but they were relatively muffled by the aura of magic protecting him, a welcome safeguard from the overwhelming disarray of events prior. In this shimmering mist of sparkling pink, everything outside of it was simply cast in a way that either it was deadened or not even heard or felt at all. Normally he would be feeling rushing winds and a onslaught of noise, but instead hardly anything at all. It was strangely comforting in a sense, and reminded the tiny pony of whenever his mother carried him in her own telekinesis. Hers was much more familiar and gentle, but this was at least slightly reminiscent enough to evoke such feelings. Occasionally Dust would note that the unicorn's eyes would stray to him briefly, instead of a swaying sky of blue they become the black of pupil or the colorful outline of the iris, as if analyzing and assessing him. Her sight would only latch onto him for a few seconds, but those spare moments did make him feel odd. Every time he called out to her in an attempt to initiate a conversation that could surely save him any more trouble, either she was purposefully ignoring him or he was being held at a distance that his pitifully minute voice just feel short of her hearing range. Both of those possibilities agitated the puny pegasus to no end, but what could he do other than wait? "E-excuse me? Excuse me!" ". . ." "Hello? Err, Trixie?" "Come on! You could hear me earlier!" Dust Mite grunted in annoyance, beginning to wave and bob about in the hovering space in attempts to get her to notice him with movement. No such luck on that front either, Dust having to defeatedly resign to being ignored with a huff and crossed arms.He really, really hoped he could get a chance to speak with her before anything . . . unsavory or unfortunate would happen. Her ominous words from earlier still rang in his ears. Quite literally in fact. Sometimes the echo gets stuck in his head and it's pretty much all he can hear sometimes for a few minutes. Really hoping he wouldn't have to invest in a tiny hearing aid before he gets old, going deaf early would probably suck, especially given sign language or reading lips would be useless given he couldn't see it half the time with the size-scale disparity. Within moments, boredom. Not much to do other than wait and see wherever she was going and taking him along. Dust briefly tried to remember if he knew anything about Trixie . . . she could just be another random pony, but he found something distinct about her. After tapping his brain for a bit, it hit him with a small "A-ha!" stated aloud for making himself feel clever. His family had spoken of her during dinner a few times. Apparently a magician who arrived in town and showed up the bearers of harmony, until apparently she was chased out of town by a Ursa Minor? Lilycup could have just been making up lies to make the story seem more exciting. Then the time she apparently took over Ponyville, but that couldn't have happened, more lies probably from Lily and Cloudy just to jib him. Now his parents did seem tired and distraught that day when they returned, but it must've just been from a long work session. In all honesty, Dust had no idea what he was getting into. Summed up his life pretty well, as poorly as the outcomes usually were. Just a few minutes. That's it. That was what she was telling herself. Let her have her few moments of godhood once more, gloat and lord it over the tiny little thing, and then help him. She was reformed. She was a better pony, but slipping into old habits couldn't be that damaging, right? This is what she asked herself as she made her way back to her traveling all-in-one home/wagon/stage, using it as a temporary setup in Ponyville until she can get off her hooves and back into show business. Trixie did truly pity him, and was intrigued slightly as well, but the urge to feel a power rush was all too overwhelming. Just holding him in front of her with her magical grip was enough, he was nothing. Only the smallest fractions of concentration was required to hold him, and whenever she looked at him it was so easy to see nothing at all or just a passing fleck of something impossibly miniature just caught in the air of her bubble of magic. In a few minutes she reached her little slice of home. Small, yet cozy. Entering the wheeled room, she set her groceries aside and sat down at her dresser, eyes narrowing to focus on Dust floating in front of her, still held deftly by her magical grip. "Hmm . . ." She pursed her lips, and then bit the lower one. Just looking at him gave her such a powerful . . . emotion. It was hard to aptly describe. She had quite the ego when she was boasting about her feats during her first visit, but the shame drove her to almost becoming a deity. Yes, she had been humbled, and yes she had actually been forgiven and even made friends, but her current situation stirred the same feeling of when she held the alicorn amulet in her grasp. A shiver coursed through her body, and Trixie closed her eyes for a brief moment to allow herself to revel in such thoughts. The Ever-Greater and All-Powerful Trixie. Trixie the Goddess. Trixie the All-Encompassing. The entirety of Equestria . . . nay, the world, beneath her, at her hooves and at the mercy of every whim she fancied with her monolithic stature. Towering over it all, feeling as massive to every living creature as she does in comparison to teeny tiny trite of a pony right here before her. Millions upon millions worshipping her visage, her very word that of- "Um . . . excuse me?" She blinked. Trixie snapped from her vision and squinted, furrowing her features to grumpily scowl at the tiny being. "What? Couldn't you see Trixie was busy daydreaming?!" The magic-maker scolded, a burning degree of harshness set in her tone. "O-oh. Sorry." Dust could feel his very essence shiver under her words, and if it was possible for him to shrink even smaller, it felt like he would at any moment right now. "I was just-" "Silence. The Great and Powerful Trixie is speaking." ". . . Okay . . ." His voice was so low it became indiscernible. "You have bothered Trixie with your presence, and your general rudeness in touching Trixie's horn and interrupting her will not go unpunished!" The aura of magic lowered until it touched down on the dresser's wooden surface, dissipating with a flourish of trailing swirls that disappeared into the air. Dust yelled slightly, free-falling for a few moments before smacking down onto the surface with a hard smack. Wincing from the jolt to his system, he stood up slowly, making sure everything was there and that he wouldn't lose consciousness upon standing. "Ugh . . . do you always have to refer to yourself in third person . . .?" "What was that?" "Nothing." " . . . Hmmph." She loomed above as some great blue replacement for the sky, idly drumming her fingers a great distance away, every time the moveable masses thudded against the new landscape on which he stood a series of rhythmic quakes shook the world in a rapidly repeating staccato. "Now . . . what to do with you?" "Excuse me?" "Trixie will not repeat herself." "I just . . . you're being awfully . . ." "Silence." Her booming voice repeated in an eruption overhead and interrupted Dust once more. He was most likely not going to get anywhere the way he was going about things now. Maybe . . . he should simply play along for now. Get on her good side. So far she's only been mighty peeved at him. "Y-yes, oh Great and . . . Powerful Trixie." Dust managed to stammer out, partially because he was actually nervous and afraid. There was a recognizable shift in the enormously encompassing unicorn's body language as she leaned back, revealing more of herself as she peered down with now a slight glint in her eye. "Hmm . . . yes. You are much better to grovel. Trixie likes." "H-have you decided what to do with me yet? I may be small, but I do have my uses!" "Yes . . . Trixie has decided." She rumbled, leaning back even further in her seat, Dust feeling the quaking beneath him intensify as something incomprehensible slammed down in front of him with enough shockwave to blow him right off his hooves and fly back a good couple of yards, sending a fresh sear of pain to jolt through his back, mostly originating from his busted wing. Dust held back tears and a yelp, gritting his teeth and beating his fist against the ground until the pain passed. With heaving breath the pegasi sat back up, fighting through the aching that was quickly setting in and gawked upwards towards a sheer mountainside of blue hoof, escalating so high up it blurred and vanished beyond a certain point. Just the same could be said horizontally in conjunction vertically, the only way he actually knew it was a hoof was the rounded edges just past the point where his line of sight began to vanish and the unique scent it gave off. Trixie chuckled, legs raised and kicked up onto the dresser, leaning back with her hands tucked behind her head with all the confidence in the world. "Worship Trixie's hoof." She commanded, giving the one before Dust a wiggle. "And once you're done with that one, the other." Her left hoof, adjacent by innumerable miles in distance, lifted up and dropped down with a tectonic impact to signify her words. "W-well . . . alright . . ." Dust sighed, making a light jog to cover the distance towards the blue immensity, eventually reaching the underhoof. "Alright, what?" "Alright . . . Great and Powerful-" "Great and Colossal." ". . . Great and Colossal Trixie." With a grumble he went to work, placing his hands against the wall and began to rub. Dust was particularly surprised by how soft it was. Normally a hoof did have its mixture of hard and soft spots, but this seemed amazingly marshmallow-y. Perhaps she had regular hooficures done? Or perhaps applied lotion daily? It was odd to have his mind wander to such thoughts, but he shrugged, dismissing it. Best to keep up the act. Already it seemed to be working, at least he hoped. "Harder. Trixie can hardly feel anything." Rolling his eyes and exhaling in a brief sigh Dust went from pressing inwards with his palms flat against the hoof to kneading in a circular motion, shoving in as hard as he could, managing to sink into the softness to wrist level. "How about that? Any better?" Dust called. "Slightly. Trixie is beginning to actually feel something." She paused, adjusting herself in her seat. "Ticklish? Maybe. It is pleasant, so do not stop. Move on from your spot after you are done. You have all of Trixie's wonderful hoof left to worship~" "Ugh." His sound of disgust was luckily kept to a level where she could not hear, a perk of being tiny. Badmouth all you want reasonably, and nopony would ever hear it unless you were screaming at the top of your lungs, or in an optimal location like near their ear. Dust actually had quite the sailor's mouth when he wanted. Slowly did he make his way from his origin point, moving across the surface in a working pattern of pause, massage, break, continue on, and repeat. Occasionally Trixie would toss out semi-words of encouragement, but as time passed her annoyance returned. "Stop rubbing simply the outer edges of Trixie's hoof! Trixie does not wear horseshoes, so it is not so callous there. Move into the inner hoof, where it is so nice and silken." "Umm . . . about that . . . I could, but . . ." "But what?" Another rumble as the blue wall before him moved and disappeared with speed that should not match such great size, replaced by the glaring gaze of his pseudo-goddess. "You dare defy Trixie?" "It's not that! Not that at all! I'd absolutely would love to rub and love every last micro-inch if your sole, but, but . . . I can't reach all of it. Not in the position you had it in anyway." Dust continued to stammer, hands held up and prying for time. "And just why is that?" Her tone was not getting any calmer. "I . . . sort of have a broken wing. I don't know if you can tell all the way up there, but I'm a pegasus. Well, you probably got that when I flew into your horn, or otherwise I'd be on the ground, and . . . well that's not necessarily true. I'm small enough for the wind currents to pick me up whether or not I could fly them, I just so happen to-" During his small gush of babbling, Trixie blinked once more and looked down at him. "Your . . . wing is broken?" "Yeah." ". . ." "Oh no it's not your fault! I sort of got it when I got lost outside." "And you . . . were not just about Ponyville on your own. You were lost." "Well, yeah. It's not safe for me. I've never actually left my home." ". . ." "You uh, you okay up there?" "Trixie is such an idiot."
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PowertripBonus Chapter: Comfy Seat anonymous asked: Anypony ever sat on you? Unintentionally, or intentionally? What was it like at your size? “It happens more than it should. Lily teases me all the time by threatening to squish me.” He momentarily paused to think about the few instances in which she wiggled above him, pinching him up and dropping him onto a conveniently located seat. She never had actually done it, plopping right down atop his infinitesimal body, but the act of malevolence was still there. Wondered when she would actually do it one day. “Yeah . . . “ Instead she had left him on the seat to fend for himself. Now he would be fine and fly off, but his gigantic little sister had dropped him a distance that was more than enough to leave him stunned and uncognitive for a brief period. As he stumbled about, trying not to slip in between the fibers of the seat cushion, a rumble that neared far too quickly echoed away. Then the shadow dawned far too quickly. How had he not noticed something so large appear so quickly? Dust would gaze up, momentarily stunned in a sense of awe at the sky of jiggling cheek mass descending at a rate in painfully slow motion. A meager fraction of the whole rump, but more than enough to encompass all he could perceive. He felt like he was in some kind of action movie, escaping at the last second. Regained his senses just quick enough to zoom up into the safe space between the two blue monoliths, then sped across the landscapic surface of the seat, hearing and feeling the assocalypse itself flatten down into the chair. Just as his mother fully sat down, Dust had safely flown into empty air space, the massive matriarch entirely unaware she had almost crushed her son. It was incidents like this that Dust never ever mentioned to anypony.
Sweet Treats and Sweet CheeksBonus Chapter: A Visit From Aunt Sally Dust Mite yawned, awakening to the sound of a low roar far away, but that’s what usually what it always sounded like, just even the slightest bit of air rolling by sound like some sort of storm blowing over a flat plain. He sleepily rubbed his eyes, contemplating whether to conk out for another hour or so. There wasn’t much else to do today, just like every other day, but he felt like there was definitely something he was forgetting. The tiniest of ponies tapped his chin thoughtfully, trying to work his thoughts through the jumbled maze of just waking up. “Blegh . . . maybe going back to sleep isn’t so bad . . .” He said aloud to himself, which was nice. Dust normally spoke to himself when alone, finding his own voice calming and grounding with its low volume. A much better substitute than the ear-shattering words of normal ponies most of the time. “. . . But I really can’t . . . now what was it? I swear there was something I HAVE to remember . . .” A low rumble off in the distance, but he chose to ignore it. They were far too commonplace for him to pay attention to every single one. “What was it . . .” Dust repeated as the source of the rumbling seemed to grow stronger, affecting the ground now. Odd, normally at least one of his family members would be here to check up on him. Boom. “Something . . . something mom told me.” Boom. Wow he was not alert and very forgetful in the morning. As he pondered, he stretched, flexing his lithe form to work the apathetic laziness that worms its way into the muscles during rest. While he thought, Dust look off into the distance in contemplation, spotting something come into view if he focused. Squinting, miles away a sticky note attached to a wall, ready for him to view if he was even slightly attentive. He smacked himself in the forehead and mentally kicked his own flank, but really he thought he shouldn’t be so hard on himself, he had just woken up. Boom. “Dusty, the gals and I will be out picking up groceries for dinner tonight. Your father is out on a run, but don’t worry, we won’t be leaving you alone for too long. Aunt Sally should be over soon. Hope you too have fun catching up! Love, Mom” “Ohhh . . . that’s right, Aunt Sally!” He chuckled, finally remembering. BOOM. Dust Mite was nearly knocked flat on his back from a resounding quake that came from right behind him. He was blown back many meters, burning his hooves by jamming them against the ground to stop his flying, wings unfurled to create a sort of organic parachute. Gritting his teeth, he finally stopped, having to wince and hop from one hoof to the other to keep the short sensation of pain from becoming too intense. “WE-E-E-E-ELLLLLLLLLLL HOWWWWWDY DOWN THERE!” Gazing skywards, a new atmosphere of patchy black and white greeted in, very random in size and scale, some of the fur just a couple miles of either, but further away they seemed to increase in magnitude and scale. “Oh me oh my, Dust Mite, ya’ll’ve gotten so big! … I think. I can only guess.” “Uhhmmm . . .” Continuing to look up, the visitor was far too close for him to properly get a read of what they looked like. From what he could gather however, what he was staring at was Aunt Sally. “H-hello!” Dust finally waved up weakly. “You’re a little close, but um . . .” “Oh sorry bout that lil ‘un. Here, let Auntie back up a bit. An don’t worry I’ll make sure to use my inside voice, if I remember right ya’ll hated noise.” She continue to speak at a rather heightened volume, physically assaulting him with waves of sound that made his fur stand up on end. A new rumble and roar, this one slow and building, moving away from him as the new colossi slowly backed away, giving him a better view as she furthered herself. She must’ve been right up on the shelf where he was situated, no doubt trying to squint and peer down as closely as possible. There was always a handy magnifying glass nearby for those who weren’t accustomed to trying to spot him, but his mother might’ve neglected to mention it to Sally. Several new thooms erupted over the course of a few seconds as her own hooves clopped down with seismic force onto the floor below as she backed away miles and miles, her form becoming a much more better contrast to see than just neverending sky, now simply a partially neverending sky with much more definition. A cow. Aunt Sally was a cow. The usual black and white splotches patterned her fur, and she seemed to be sporting a nose ring through her septum. She appeared to be roughly around his own mother’s age, but what distracted him the most was sort her…assets. Dust’s eyes widened as two new planets entered the solar system, heaving up and down with her breathing as if in some sort of slow cosmic ballet with one another, jostling with just the slightest movement and barely restrained by the jean-fabric top that held their girth up. Sally’s, ahem, ‘udders’ to be precise nearly outsized her whole body, the massive mammaries nearly blotting the view of her face, just a fractionous sliver staring down at him past their magnitude. Well then. “Ahhh, just so glad to see ya again Dust Mite! Your mom and I go way back, and I was so glad to get a call from her for a visit! So, how’ve things been? Do you go to school anywhere? Any friends? Ooooooh, how about a special somepony, hmmmm?” “Uhhh …” “Oh I’m sorry I’m just gushing. I’m still thinking bout when I had to nurse you! Y’know I’ve been a nursing cow for years and helped with dozens of fillies, but when I got you to care for, why, I was being tested! I knew though with all my skill and training I could get you to feed.” “Ummm yeah.” Now he really didn’t want to think about it. This was getting a little weird and awkward. He hoped his family would come back soon and not leave him with this bovine he hardly knew or remembered. “In fact, I could show you how I did it, if you’re curious.” “No, no, that’s not necessary, but thank you Aunt Sally-” “Nonsense! It won’t take long. Now c’mere you little scamp . . .” Two twin towers that stretched past the heavens descended upon him, casting a new shadow he could never outrun or outfly. Dust gazed up and yelped in panick, wings fluttering to try and lift him off the ground, but instead rammed him right into the trap that would encompass the air space in which he would escape, pinching him tightly between two slamming walls of a thumb and forefinger large enough to put tectonic plates to shame. When the appendages met and nearly crushed him, knocking the breath out of him with ease, all he could make out was white fur plowing into his tiny body, the slight echoing rustle of movement still in his ears. The tiny grey pegasus gasped and struggled, but it was no doubt futile. He was stuck, and not in a position where he could power through and slip out. It was always odd in those ways when being held. Sometimes he could actually escape through the tiniest of fractions of empty spaces where a normal sized being could not see him leave, but this was just enough to hold him in place. “Now, all I had to do was this,” Using her free hand, the cow shimmied her top down, letting one breast fly free in a sort of fleshy explosion, as if its tremendous cup size had almost doubled in proportion upon being freed. Once the wobbling died down, she hefted it up so that her hemispheric nipple was faced upwards, slowly descending the two fingers that held Dust Mite down towards it, releasing him once she thought he was close enough, letting him fall onto a new fleshy pink continent. He landed with the smallest ‘squish’, sinking into the ground slightly before jolting back up onto his hooves and feeling like his entire body was unclean. The skin was almost spongy, but still soft and malleable to the touch, and he felt ‘udderly’ embarrassed for being on here. He also mentally scolded himself for making the worst situational joke on the planet. All around, far as the eye could see, even onto the distant horizon nothing but pink nipplescape, the occasional pore large enough to engulf Equestria and wrinkle canyons in the skin that made San Palamino’s look pitiful dotted here and there. Up above, the new sky of Sally’s eye gazed down, almost twinkling with mirth. “Aww, this brings back memories! Ya look right as cute as did you when you were a silly little filly.” “I really don’t-” Dust began. Sally interjected again, interrupting his all too small voice. “Once you were on there, all I had to do was work up the juice,” Far, far away a great sloshing like a million churning shaken milk jugs at once echoed. Dust could feel it beneath him roil and roar, while further away in the largest hole of all, what he could only assume was the duct, a rising tsunami of white slowly made itself visible, miles of it encompassing the pink and splashing down. Good thing he was too far away for it to physically affect him. “Aaand right after that, we’d get an eyedropper and just give you the slightest amount! You were smart, so you didn’t fall in or anything. Oh, such memories.” “Y-yeah. Now um, if you could remove me please-” “Dust Mite! We’re home!” The familiar sound of his mother called from far away, followed by a door closing and multiple shuffling hoofsteps. He could already feels his cheeks burning with flushed humiliation. “Oh Small Smiles!” Sally called back in reply. “Dust’s here with me! Here, we’ll be right there in a jiffy!” She then looked back down at him still upon her nipple tip and grinned. “It’s a big ol’ family reunion! Can’t wait to see the girls too.” “Yeah . . .” He wondered if he went into one of those infinitesimal marks in the skin deep enough he could get lost and never come back. Probably.
