How You Live and Die in Equestria

The days passed, as they were want to do. Ponyville, once a podunk town, had become a center for trade between dimensions. Not just one or two either, with the mirrors up and running, a dozen worlds were just a step away for anyone that wanted it. That meant businesses already in the area tended to grow larger, and with larger businesses came more need for paperwork. That was where you came in. After a...harrowing entrance into the small town, you took a job as a file clerk and secretary to Filthy Rich, the stallion to see if you wanted to do business.

Of course, this was a bit difficult sometimes, as you were of a variety of human who was a bit smaller than other creatures through the portals. You’d been hearing stories of those who crossed over to other Earths, like the one Sunset Shimmer was on, where you were only ankle high to the people there. You didn’t do it yourself, of course. Your job was here, and you did it diligently, keeping up with all the incoming orders, making sure everything shipped to the right places, and otherwise helping to keep the business running.

“~YAWN~ Oh my, sorry, about that,” said a booming voice as you typed up a new report, detailing some gems from one of the Earth’s with magic. The thing were selling like mad in another version of Equestria which was having some problems with dragons. Looking up from your typewriter, you stared up at Filthy. The pony stood high above you, his fancy shoes tapping a little on the wooden floor, as he stretched out, one of them coming out from under his desk to briefly kick your tiny one. Luckily, it as just a small tap, and nothing was lost.

“It’s fine sir,” you say into an intercom, pulling the sheet out of your machine and then placing it on a crystal sheet. Said sheet glowed briefly, before a copy of the same report appeared in an identical crystal on Filthy Rich’s desk. Taking the thing in hand, his fingers crumpling the paper a little, he gave the report a once over with his eyes, and then rose from his desk. His heavy foot falls shook your world a little as he tromped over to the filing cabinet, and placed the report in its proper drawer.

“Alright then, well, how’s about we take a break for tonight? I think that was the last log to file for the day, right?” he asked, and you look over a few folders open on your desk. Most of the information in them did need to be sorted through, but something in the stallion’s tone. Told you he was asking you to be done now, so you quickly cleaned them up, locking more sensitive ones in a safe built into the floor beneath your desk, before rising up and standing in front of him.

“I think we can take the night off,” you tell him, and he smiles at you. Looking up, he’s a titan, a huge being taller than a high rise, with muscles beneath that suit of his that belil his station in life. He worked hard most days, and didn’t fear getting his hands dirty. This was easily visible as he leaned down, setting his hand on the ground and letting you climb on, noticing as you did that his fingers were all slightly larger than you, before he rose back up to his full height, carrying you into the air.

“Excellent, just what I wanted to hear,” he said, and you were surprised when he, rather than leaving the room with you, instead set his hand down on his desk, tipping it so you would get the point and climb off. After that, he stooped down, sitting on his ankles so his eyes were level with your own.

“Now, I wanted to ask you about something, my tiny human friend. Specifically a letter I received from Princess Twilight Recently, in regards to your original entrance to our world,” he told you, and you almost freeze up at the statement, while your cheeks go as red as the famous Sweet Apple Acres crop.

“Er, she told you about that?” you ask, and he smiles, chuckling a little at your expense.

“Oh, Princess Twilight tells me many things, and I listen only with half an ear most of the time, if I’m honest. However, when she says my best accountant is asking questions in regards to almost dying, I do take an interest,” he says, and you blush even harder, remembering your arrival in Equestria, wherein you’d been so small you’d been near microscopic, with Filthy almost sealing you up in a drop of liquid gold on accident due to your size.

“Well, I was...curious about it,” you say at last, and this time he throws back his head and laughs, his wide open muzzles blasting out a hot, humid wind that knocks you off your feet.

“Indeed. She remarked you were asking if it were possible to make you that small again. I took that to mean something was bothering you. Is it?” he asked, and you try to look away from him, which is hard when his face is sitting there, half filling the sky, and his eyes, bigger than you, are staring into your soul like that.

“Nothing’s bothering me, nothing’s wrong, I just, I kinda liked it. Thinking back on it, I mean. Since I survived and everything,” you explain in two very chopped up statments. The stallion, looking down at you, strokes his chin with a hand, nodding.

“I see. Of course, she said it would take more research, and she definitely would want to make sure you were protected, should you be at that scale once more. Correct?” he asked, and you nod in answer, causing him to smile.

“Excellent. So you’re not going to do something stupid without protection then,” he says, and then stands up to his full height. As he stands, he pinches his fingers against the back of your neck, slowly lifting you up with him, and then dropping you onto his muzzle, right between his eyes. Those blue orbs go cross for a moment to keep their gaze on you, before returning to how they were.

“Since I don’t want you to get hurt, and since Twilight came to me with this, I believe the best course of action would be to have you on my person, when you get small, wouldn’t you agree?” he asks, and you blush again, burying your face in your hands, which shakes the world around you as he chuckles at your expense. Then he mutters something, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gem. With a pinching motion, he crushes the stone in his fingers, and sprinkles the sparkling remains on you.

“According to the Princess, this should keep you safe, and small, for a day or so, and I should be able to keep track of you AS WELL,” he said, but his voice changed as he spoke, the world bouncing with every word. Slowly, around you, the firm carpet of fur on his muzzel grew denser, going from that to knee high grass, with strands wrapping themselves around your leg. Then larger still, with you now only as high as them, and individual strands so thick you can’t get your hand all the way around them. Next the were above you, becoming a canopy of trees, blocking out the light, before finally they were spires, distantly apart, so far away from where you sat that the hairs beyond one or two away were just shapes in the distance.

“Yes, quite, you can hear, me, correct?” came Mr. Rich’s voice from around you, but more importantly the words seemed to echo on the horizon. Distant thunder that would have been without meaning if you weren’t hearing them said nearby. The world didn’t shake either, so small you were that his motions were now like those of the world spinning in its orbit.

“I can,” you say, and feel the tremors of a quake as chuckles come from the voice.

“Excellent, excellent. Now then, I shall return to my home for the evening. With my wife and daughter off on some expedition, we shall have the manor to ourselves tonight, I believe,” he told you, and you felt another blush on your cheeks, this time one he couldn’t see, as above the spires wavered. He was walking now, his shoes thumping heavily on the wooden floor, so far below that you couldn’t even fathom it, while he crossed distances in a single step that would have been continents to you.

“Yes, a quiet evening at home, with a friend. Just the thing to unwind,” he said with another chuckle, and you felt him keep going, the sound of a blast telling you he had exited the office, and in the distance, you could hear other booms. Voices, but unlike Rich’s, you couldn’t hear words in them. No, you felt them inside your chest, vibrating your very being, no one who saw him being the wiser as Filthy Rich took you home with him for the evening.

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The walk home was pleasant enough. Ponyville had grown over the last few months, with the world portals open, and everything, but it still had that little down vibe you got from being a primarily farming community originally. Of course, the addition of the Crystal Tree Castle for Princess Twilight, as well as the large Yggdrasil tree growing just behind it for the dragons to live in did ruin the skyline a bit, and the cars in a variety of sizes, shapes, and methods of locomotion, including wheel, hover, and robot leg, were clogging the street.

Getting out of the way of one of the vehicles, the rich stallion just shook his head, spotting one of his business rivals in the rear seat of the thing, being driven by someone probably hired from as far away as possible. Showing off was the name of the game for some. For Filthy, it wasn’t even something he thought about, walking through the streets on foot, occasionally squinting his eyes and seeing that glow that showed him where you were during his travel as he turned a corner to his home.

Inside his fur, you were content to watch the world whiz by. Everything moved so fast, and yet, with a ponderous gait that made it appear like a catacylmisic event. One moment the sky was bright and sunny, the next, between the spires of fur you could see a face, briefly outlined, but fuzzy on the details due to distance, before it vanished over the horizon, never to be seen. Beyond the faces, you could almost make out the world itself, one that was now far outside your reach.

Your world was Filthy Rich’s body now, as it had been on your entrance, and something about that made you smile, as you laid onto your back, rubbing your hand against the soft flesh beneath you. Under the skin, you could actually hear the flow of the blood, like a great surging river, and it made you smile, as through that flow, even if you couldn’t hear it, you could feel his heartbeat, one that grew faster as he walked towards his home, finally arriving at the small, unassuming two story house at the edge of town.

“Home sweet home,” he said to himself, not using the spell Twilight had given him, so you couldn’t understand the words, just feel them as they shook your world. Still, you figured he was just talking to himself, and went back to laying down, only to be cast into darkness a moment later that made you wonder what was going on. Staring through the hairs, you caught a glimpse of something, at first covering the light beyond, but then slowly letting shafts through breaks in it, telling you after it moved that Filthy had removed his shirt.

You pictured that, as nothing covered the view again, even as the moments ticked by, and then realized the truth. Mr Rich was shirtless, if not nude, which somehow made you feel even warmer as you came to understand that you were now touching his naked body with your own. That thought, coupled with something else, soon found you kicking off your pants and shirt, tossing the clothing aside till your own bare skin could feel the wind on them, enjoying the heat pumping off the flesh of the stallion.

Going back into a laying position, you looked upwards to find a light overhead. Too regular to be the sun, it swayed gently in your vision. It took some time for you to realize that in fact, you were the one swaying, not the light source, and even more time before the reason was became clear. A musky smell, powerful and rich as the one making it, began to permeate the area, causing your breath to catch in your throat for a few minutes, as you got used to the sweet, salty taste of the air.

Then it happened. A shape, on the horizon, came towards you. Turning your head, you watched as something splashed against one of the hairs, and then kept coming, dividing up with each impact, until the thing was about the same size as you, before it’s pieces found the hairs they were looking for and it went up them, spiraling into the heavens and vanishing shortly afterward. Looking back where it had come from, you saw the object, a sparkling glass thing, was not alone, and that the smell of musk grew stronger as more of them appeared.

You realized what they were the moment a few drops of them splashed nearby. They were sweat. Filthy Rich was sweating, doing something that was shaking his body from side to side, and working him into a pant. That thought came to you, almost at the same moment you found one of those drops coming right towards you, making you cry out in fear for that single moment before it rolled over your body. Rather than crushing you, the tension of the thing broke to you, sucking you inside it, and carrying you along.

So you got to ride in a drop of sweat on Filthy Rich’s muzzle, the brown hairs moving past in a blur, as you were swept away. Luckily for you, the drop you were on did not smack into any of the hairs on his muzzle at the speeds the others were, perhaps leaving you a splattered mess on them. Unluckily this meant you went sailing off his body, reaching the tip of his muzzle and then flying away into the infinite void before him, now able to stare him right in the eyes as he seemed to bore into you with his gaze.

Expecting to fall to the floor and land with a splash, you tried to look down, but the sweat drop kept you from seeing anything clearly, the surface of the drop distorting your view of the world, until nothing had any detail. Then you felt a suction, the drop distorting as winds pulled on it, and looked towards the source to find yourself plummeting sideways rather than down. The drop was drawn in by a deep breath of the stallion, his nostrils flaring as he gulped in the air, and sucked in a drop of his own sweat.

Once inside the dark cave of Filthy Rich’s body, you were smashed hard into a nostril hair. Hard and rigid, you were struck with enough force that you sucked in a breath, your lungs and stomach filling with the fluid of the sweat drop as it broke up, and causing you to lay against the hair coughing and sputtering out the rancid tasting liquid. Before you could recover from that, the wind around you picked up, and you were forced to dig your fingers and toes into the hair beneath you, keeping yourself where you were, even as the stallion breathed in and out rhythmically.

Your fingers were sore as you looked around, finding the inside of the stallion’s nose a sight to behold, as the walls pulsed and moved with the muscles around them. Little globs, snot, dripped and moved with a purpose of covering up the stuff that came in, and the nose hairs, like the one you were on, prevented anything from getting too deep. Of course, staring at all this in wonder, you were startled when the wind picked up again, a deep blow, causing the drop you’d been part of, the shattered pieces of it anyway, to go flying out the end of the nose.

Desperately, you clung to the hair beneath you as the hurricane passed over you, blowing away many of the globs of snot as well. When the wind passed you sighed in relief, only for it to turn into a scream, as the wind came back in the other direction. The gale, finding your grip loosened, picked you up, and quickly carried to to the back of the nostrils, past the fine hair at the rear of it, and then beyond into a dark abyss that was lit only occasionally by light from the outside.

Falling into infinite darkness, you looked beyond to find an odd sight, with a few peaks blocking off the light, and a weird looking sea the moved from side to side, but never spilled back into the abyss. You took a moment to realize you were looking at Filthy Rich’s mouth, from the inside of it, before you were dragged down farther, moving with the speed of the wind into his body. Luckily, instead of falling into a gurgling pit of acids, your route turned just before that point, landing you instead inside a huge chamber, an open space within his chest.

Looking around, you saw a place of flesh and blood, a cavern with walls so far apart a nation could have been built within, and hovering in the middle of it all, suspended by winds and spun in the air, you watched the walls gain holes that sucked in the oxygen, little caverns the scrubbed the air clean of life, and then pumped it back out without that component. At first, you expected to be breathed by out with one of those, but then your path took you far too close to one of the holes, and you found your course diverted, landing inside one of them instead.

Within the hole in the lung, you could see the walls, backlit and fleshy pink, grow closer and closer to you, until finally, the hole ended, and you were shoved out into a new chamber instead. Landing this time, with a grunt of surprise, you quickly leap to your feet. You couldn’t believe it. You were inside your boss, his body so huge that it was now an impossible task for you to exit it. And worse, he either didn’t know, or didn’t care you’d been sucked inside, either way bad for you as you considered being trapped inside him forever.

Panicked thoughts filtering across your mind, you leaned against the wall at the rear of the small chamber, and found it to be less solid than it looked. That is to say, when your weight pressed against it, you were sucked through it, like with the drop of sweat, but instead of landing in musky liquid, this time you were in a coppery tasting one, that stung at your eyes for a moment before they adjusted, and you watched as the world was again flying by, as the liquid flowed, carrying you in its course.

Around you now were huge circles, things that were almost like donuts with flat centers, but almost ten times your size. Each thing pounded against the walls, and many of them vanished into them, causing you to start, as you tried to grab one, only for the flow to rip it away from you at the last moment, and take you along a different course. In addition to them, you saw huge white sphere, looking like death stars to your eyes, floating amid the red circles, evil looking spikes poking out from every angle on them.

It took you several thudding sounds in the ear before you realized where you were. His blood. You were literally swimming in Filthy Rich’s blood stream, as it flowed through his body. The thought of that was knocked from your head as a valve ahead opened wide, and sucked you inside, drawing you into his heart. There, the pumping motion of it threatened first to pull you apart as it expanded, then it tried to crush you to nothing as it contracted. Luckily, the blood had to flow, and the heart’s pump shot your tiny form through his body, rocketing along through his veins to some unknown destination.

“Ah, nice,” said Filthy Rich as he pressed a button on his treadmill. He’d covered far more today than he normally did, possibly to please his audience, possibly just because he wanted to. Slowing his stride as the machine entered cool down mode, the stallion stretched his arms up to pop a cramp, and looked onto his snout for a moment. He expected to see a tiny glow there, like he had when he’d started, but was surprised to find it not there, but at the edges of his vision instead, down farther.

Letting his exercise run its course, as it was never a good idea to just stop, Rich looked down and was relieved to find you were not a stain on his treadmill, your body smashed to nothingness by his heavy, sweaty sole and the hard unyielding rubber. He was however, less relieved to find you were somehow lower on his body that you should be, and tried to call out to you, but found the sounds he got back were less than enthusing. First it was gurgling and water like, but then it was a powerful splash, and an odd smacking sound.

Curious, the stallion walked over to a nearby mirror, enjoying, at least a little despite his worry, the sight of his body. Too many thought of him as a soft rich man, but his body was covered with muscles, and for the moment, his coat gleamed with sweat. Still, he looked past that to find the light of your body moving around his at a speed that should not have been possible for someone your size, at least until it suddenly stopped, right at his crotch, and made him blush with embarrassment.

“Oh, oh dear, are you alright human?” he asked, and got only a cough and splutter in answer, and then something that sounded like a whale splashing around inside the ocean. It took him only a few moments to put together where you were, and that only made him blush even harder as his manhood, contained in his sheath, gently began to peak out.

“How the heck did you get in there?!” he asked incrediously, as he tried to force his excitement back down. Within his balls, you didn’t answer, as you were surrounded on all sides by things as large as Ponyville was to Filthy Rich, each one with a huge round head and a tail, splashing around in a fluid that tasted far too much of salt.

“I...I should go to Princess Twi...but this is just...what am I...I’ve got to do…,” he spoke in gibberish as his mind played out all the explanations he would have to give for this turn of events, and knowing just how badly his reputation would be marred by it. Heck, considering you’d asked for this, your own name might go to being mud, because while Twilight could keep a secret, that dragon assistant of her’s was a terrible gossip, and new the town’s tailor who was the worst of them all for that sort of thing.

“Maybe, maybe I can get you out, somehow,” he said, wondering just how the heck he would do that, even as he felt his excitement rise again. The head of his cock poking out of its sheath gave one answer, and he tried to consider others, but where you were meant there was only one way to get it open, and he sighed in defeat as he went to a special room in his home, one his wife would really have thrown a fit about if she’d known he had it.

“I do this for you, human. I hope you appreciate it,” he said, and went to work. Inside him, getting nearly crushed by the whipping tails, or smashed between two smooth round heads, you didn’t hear him at all. Instead, your first warning something was happening was as the walls began to grow tighter, and the warm liquid you were swimming in started to heat up, climbing in temperature until you felt like it was going to boil you alive. Meanwhile, the whales swam about excitedly, moving from place to place, even as the liquid filled the entire chamber.

When it reached the top, you were shoved beneath the surface, your body demanding quickly that it needed air, and unlike the red liquid, this stuff didn’t have any. Luckily for you, the stay after that was brief, as the walls suddenly shot forward, squeezing the chamber, and pushing the contents, the liquid, whales, and you, out. Outside was a shaft, long, open, and wide enough to support an aircraft carrier. Within this shaft, the fleshy walls shot by, until finally you were at last, outside again, splashing out, and coughing as you splatted against something.

Recovering your breath slowly, you lay there, just letting your body rest, while looking up at the sky above. There, you found Filthy Rich, his body, powerful, with deep breathes rippling his muscular frame, as he stared down at you, his eyes bearing down right on you as he smiled. Looking around, you found yourself sitting on a piece of paper, one you couldn’t see well, but to the side you spotted an image, a magazine with the three head Wonderbolts stripped down to nothing and posing. Smiling at the image of being jerked off into a porno mag, you lay back your head and just rested.