It was another hot summer day in Ponyville, and Sleepy Book was coming from his house to marketplace for some ice cream. He was halfway there when…
“Ouch!” he exclaimed as he felt a sharp tiny bite in the neck – obviously from a mosquito. Sleepy promptly crushed it with his hoof. “Stupid bugs.” Sleepy put his hoof around to touch the bite, then quickly took it away when he was met with a sharp pain. I’ll patch it up later, Sleepy thought, just continuing on.

After a while, he started to feel very dizzy and sick, struggling to walk in a straight line and with his head up. His innards shifted and he had an urge to puke, so he ran into back alley, next to a house. But no sooner had he ran in there than he lost consciousness…

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When Sleepy woke up, he felt like somebody had just given him a good whack around the head. When he got up to trot out of the alley, he noticed that something was very odd. He was on a pile of gigantic boulders, some of which were five times his size. Still dizzy, he couldn’t comprehend where he was. He looked to his left, only to notice a wall that was so high, it made his dizziness even worse. Where the heck am I? he thought, and proceeded to go towards the gigantic structure to understand what exactly was going on.
After just a few minutes, he heard loud booming, like something was approaching him. The sound was getting more and more powerful, until Sleepy gasped as he saw what was making those sounds. It was an ant, the size of a full grown dragon, and it was coming right towards Sleepy! Frightened for his life, he tried to run away from it, but that ant was much too agile and fast for him.
Sleepy then had an idea so crazy it may just work: he could hitch a ride on it. Without a second to lose, he climbed onto one of those huge boulders, and lay in wait for the ant to pass him.
When the ant was right next to Sleepy, he jumped, and tried to catch its leg. It was a long shot, but his only hope. And… mission success! Clinging on for dear life, he climbed the leg, until he was on top of ant’s back. It’s probably going towards the wall, he thought. Still, it was better than being crushed. Atop the ant’s back, he started to piece things together.
He had been shrunk… perhaps by that mosquito bite… and now he was a size even smaller than an ant. The word ‘microscopic’ would do it justice. Those boulders were just tiny pebbles, and that wall that seemed as if it towered above even Canterlot Castle, was nothing more than the wall of somepony’s house. Maybe he could somehow get the attention of whoever lived there, and they could help him?
Sleepy turned his head back forwards to find that the ant had reached the wall and luckily, there was a hole in it, just the right size for the ant to pass through.
For Sleepy, however, that hole was the size of a huge cave entrance. He was so tiny, that even an ant could end his life with just one step…
When they passed through the hole, there was a light at the end of it which , for a few seconds, blinded Sleepy who had not expected it.
When he regained his vision, he slowly opened his eyes and was nothing short of overwhelmed by the size of everything. Simple things, like the couch, table, or carpet were so big to Sleepy that it seemed as if the whole of Ponyville could live inside of it with a lot of spare room. He didn’t even want to think about how big Ponyville would be to him right now…
Sleepy noticed that on the living room floor, there was a lot of filth. From spilled coffee marks and dirt, to crushed bodies of many species of insects, mainly ants. The latter caused Sleepy a sudden pain in his chest, as he realized that it was quite plausible he could end up like them. He had to climb someplace high, enough for somepony to hear him. But how would they possibly hear, or even see, a creature as minute as he?
For now, the ant was coming toward the kitchen, but Sleepy had a bad feeling about it. When the ant was coming close to a carpet, Sleepy jumped off, and fell for about ten feet before landing hard on his butt on the floor that lasted for infinity, then let the ant go on its way… which probably involved getting crushed. Just thinking about that made him feel sick, much more than he would have been if he wasn’t shrunk.

Sleepy looked up at where he was now; at the edge of a gargantuan jungle-like forest, full of very high, branchless red trees… except those were just single carpet strands in a carpet under the living room couch. He had to get past the forest to climb on top of the couch, and when somepony came to sit there, he’d jump into their ear to scream for help.
All of sudden, Sleepy heard the doors open, then close and then there were booming hoofsteps coming towards the kitchen. He even felt the floor vibrating beneath him. He couldn’t see who it was, since he was already inside the carpet forest, but judging by the sound of the humming the pony did, he could identify it as a mare. He doubled his pace towards the couch, but the further he went into the carpet, the more filth he found there. The sight of insects, crushed by the hooves of whoever lived here, struck fear into his heart.
There were red and white strands of hair. He tried to remember… did anypony he knew have a mane like that?
His thinking was hindered by the smell of the rotting corpses, emanating in this summer heat. Wanting to get away from here, he continued forward…
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Midnight Eclipse was on her way home, back from the train station after spending the entire boiling day in Canterlot. “Why do I have to work on the hottest day of the year?” Midnight complained to herself. She just wanted to stay at home, nicely cooled off and with refreshing drinks and snacks in her hooves.
She opened the door to her house, which currently served as a shelter from the heat, a massive relief. She closed the doors and went straight towards the fridge for some ice cream – the ideal comfort food, hot or not.

She faintly felt as her hoof stepped on something. Most likely an insect, as always. She didn’t care and just kept walking, the remaining pieces of an ant stuck to the underside of her hoof. She opened the fridge and pulled out a big bucket of strawberry ice cream. She used her magic to take a spoon and dig it into the bucket, then walked to her living room, stepping onto the soft carpet, and slowly sitting her rump on the couch. She spent the next few minutes mindlessly eating the ice cream, and soon enough, fell asleep. The bucket fell next to her, but landed on the base so it would not fall over.
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Sleepy Book was making good progress, almost at the couch, when he heard loud hoofsteps right behind him. But before he could turn to see who it was, everything went a few shades darker as a large shadow loomed over him, and pieces of dirt and drops of sweat started falling down on him. He was so disgusted and startled by the rain of dirt and sweat, that he did not notice until the last second that a gigantic yellow hoof headed straight for him.

The poor terrified stallion was too shocked to start running away, and so he just watched as the hoof, the underside of which was covered in a cringe-worthy mixture of insects and dirt and sweat, was about to hit him. But clearly, the gods had smiled at him, because her hoof didn’t hit him; only missing him by a couple of centimeters, by his perspective. Imagine how immeasurable the real distance was…
But the shockwave it made was extraordinarily powerful and threw him literally right under the couch.

When he regained his bearings, he heard as the mare was snoring slightly. He looked up to see a gigantic pony, whose size could rival the biggest cities of Equestria. He took note of her mane and tail… wasn’t she that weird pony named Midnight Eclipse?
She did look kind of cute, he admitted that, and even more cute and beautiful at this size. He’d think of her as some kind of benevolent goddess if she hadn’t been crushing insects without a care…
To Sleepy’s advantage, Midnight’s tail was not on the couch – rather dangling over it. He jumped up and tried to grab onto a strand. It was a hard task, what with them being so sweaty and slippery. They didn’t smell too good either, but what choice did he have?

After what felt like hours to the teeny-tiny climber, he was nearing towards the end of the tail. The negative side of that, however, was that he was right near her rump, which he’d be able to appreciate the view of if it didn’t reek so bad. But still, was this it?
But to his dismay, Midnight turned herself in her sleep, throwing Sleepy out of her tail like a ragdoll, and into the air.

Everything whooshed past him like a blur, and Sleepy was too terrified to open his eyes.
He opened them, when he landed into the fur forest of Midnight’s belly. The strands were less greasy than those in her tail, but they still smelled pretty bad. He was really close to her head, close to safety, as opposed to being near the abyss that was her bellybutton. He walked through the forest of her belly without any major issues, just occasionally falling down when Midnight exhaled and inhaled.
He finally reached her neck, and now, all he had to was get to her ear, which meant once again entering the hot, smelly environment that was Midnight’s mane. He had to do it, or otherwise who knows what might happen to him…
He felt like curling up into a ball and sobbing just from thinking of it.
He grabbed a strand of her mane, even greasier than those in her tail, and with every ounce of strength and effort in his (itsy-bitsy) body started climbing. He stepped onto her scalp to find it looked like a desert, but with huge, branchless, and badly-smelling trees. There were huge puddles of sweat, not to mention pieces of dead skin and dust mixed together. It was revolting to look at, but he was near his goal – her ear.
He was literally just meters away from her ear, when a shadow loomed over him, and what he saw momentarily made his mind go into standby mode from the fear and realization. He must have made her scratch her scalp. He was the itch she was looking for.

Bad Ending: (Fetishes Spoiler: Gore, death, socks and death)

The hoof was crushing the trees ahead of him, rather like an apocalypse. Such a shame Midnight couldn’t have had any idea what she was really doing.
When the hoof reached Sleepy, he wasn’t crushed, as per the fate he had originally resigned himself to, but due to how incredibly sweaty it was, he managed to become glued to the hoof. He was raised to insane heights, hundreds of meters above her mane, only to fall once again next to her second front hoof, right under Midnight’s cute face.
Severely regretting going through with his plan, Sleepy Book was unable to move, thanks to the heat that made the dirt and miscellaneous other filth act like a glue. He just waited there, stuck to the bottom of her hoof, for something to happen. He could focus on nothing but the putrid stench coming from her very hot hooves. It made him dizzy and unable to fully focus on escaping.
Just then, Midnight raised her hoof, and Sleepy along with it, and yawned. It was the most powerful (not to mention smelling of strawberries) force Sleepy had ever been exposed to in his life, and he was willing to bet money even being yawned on by a dragon was more forgiving than this.
Having had the nap she needed, Midnight yawned before slowly opening her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that her ice cream was on the carpet, but safe inside the bucket, albeit melted.
Sleepy Book couldn’t see much from the bottom of Midnight’s hoof, he had only heard her using her magic to move something over to her. The hoof then moved, and Sleepy Book saw the inside of a sock, which ranked first as the worst smell he had suffered in his life. A pile of fish caught that had been left for a while, or sitting next to the pony who kept farting on the train… those seemed like minor inconveniences compared to what the sock had to offer. He then reached the bottom of the sock, filled with days’ worth pieces of dirt mixed with sweat, making it the worst place in the world to be at this size. Surely he could have ended up on a nice comfortable mattress, or in an ice cream sundae, but no. It had to be a complete stranger’s stinky sock.
All of sudden, he felt a rushed movement, and then a huge pressure, as his body was pressed into the dirty, but soft bottom of Midnight’s hoof. His body was weakening, his mouth filled with dirt and sweat. His last moments were spent pondering over all the ways he could die… drowning in her sweat, or just being crushed like a bug...
Midnight reached the end of the carpet and her hoof stepped on the cold marble floor. Sleepy’s bones were reduced to dust, as was his intestines and other stuff. Once he was a pony, now he was nothing more than a microscopic stain under Midnight Eclipse’s hoof. Not one person had even noticed, and if he would get her attention anyway, she would have just dismissed him as a bug and crush him in some weird and twisted way.
Midnight went into her room and opened the window before going to lie on her bed, spreading her arms to hug it tightly. Even after her little nap, she was still tired. She took her socks off and looked at where she felt the warm puddle and looked at it. Just another stupid worthless ant. There was an ant indeed crushed by her hoof, but what she didn’t see another tiny creature crushed by her hoof, because it was just too tiny to see it with a normal eye.
She felt an itch inside her mane, and used her hoof to scratch it. But unfortunately, she manages to scrape off the crushed body of a microscopic creature from her hoof into those long, greasy strands, mixing it with sweat and other filth. The body just laid there, massaged into the scalp of the enormous pony, who hadn’t even notice the microscopic life she ended. The body was decomposing inside her scalp due to the heat and sweat. But it didn’t last long, because Midnight was about to have a shower.
As she had her shower, the remains were washed out of her hair and went down the drain, completely forgotten and never to be found again, because that’s what happens to tiny insignificant creatures.
Nopony mourned for Sleepy Book.

Good Ending: (Just a cute ending)

Sleepy had to act fast if he didn’t want to end up as a red, sticky paste. He rolled out of the way before the hoof would’ve had stepped on him, but of course, it followed. He fought for dear life, running and rolling this way and that way, until he fell off the side of Midnight’s head, praying he had done so at the right location.
He landed on another furry part of Midnight’s body: her ear. He ran further into it, away from the edge of the cliff, and hoped what he did next would work.
“HELP ME!!!”
Midnight felt a sudden noise and vibration in her ear. She brought the tip of her hoof towards it, intending to clean it out.
Sleepy saw the tip of a hoof entering the ear. He ran further back, and was nearing the other edge. He could see more of the inside of Midnight’s head, and quite frankly, it was gross.
For the nth time that day, he wanted to throw up, but resisted the compulsion to do so as he jumped forward and landed on the earwax Midnight had gathered, then allowed himself to be pulled out.
He removed himself and looked up at Midnight’s face looming over him. Hopefully this would work…
He ran around in a circle on the flat of her hoof, as wide as he dared, at risk of falling off.
Midnight brought her other hoof closer to wipe away the earwax and felt something on it. Instead of mercilessly sweeping it away, she leaned in closer to see what it was. It was taking a lot of effort on her eyes’ part, but she was starting to make it out.
Sleepy gazed up somewhat apprehensively at the monolithic face, wondering what she might do to him.
Midnight’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates and she gasped as she recognized the thing in her hoof as a pony. One severely diminished in size and stature.
Being careful not to drop the creature, she grabbed a microscope and put it under the lens.
Sleepy found himself in some kind of black area. He looked up to see an eye glaring down at him… had he been killed? Was this the waiting room for the afterlife, where an almighty power was judging him carefully?
Sure enough, what Midnight saw was a stallion, looking rather shaken. “Wh… what’s happened?” she said as soft as she could. Not waiting for an answer, she held her hoof back out next to him.
Sleepy could not even begin to describe how relieved and grateful he was that Midnight had recognized him as a pony with thoughts and feelings, not as a mindless bug. He looked to his side at the hoof. After some hesitation and debating, he stepped onto it.
Then he felt magical energy wash over him before he started to float in the air, for Midnight was levitating him. Next thing he knew, he was being dangled in front of her giant, cute face.
“We’ll get you help,” said Midnight reassuringly, and headed towards the door.
Sleepy didn’t feel worried about Midnight carrying him with magic, because he was convinced she had good intentions. They’d find Twilight Sparkle, she could use magic to turn him back to his proper size, and they could all go about their lives.
He relaxed and enjoyed the ride.

Author's Note

Birtday gift for labba94 :-)