Bonus 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.