How You Live and Die in Equestria

by Star Sage

Rating: mature
Tags: Science Fiction, Horror, Random, Anthro, Dark, Human
Length: 9653

A Collection of One Shots of Tiny Proportions(Micro/Macro)

This is a collection of short one shots that are commissions for an anonymous buyer. The stories vary, though they're all second person tales of a human who gets to Equestria, only to be quite a bit smaller than the inhabitants. Specifically so small that without a microscope there's no way they'd ever be seen, even if you got right in their eye.

::Warning::

These will mostly be snuff pieces, which means you die, rather horribly in them, and I do try to be descriptive about the death itself, as that's what he enjoys.

Some also involve more sexual themes as well, including being inside a pony's manhood while they're beating off. Again, you've been warned.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-05 00:00:16 UTC

In Celestia's Eye

“Hmm, a twist here, a toss there, and away the world flies,” says a voice from all around you, echoing off the walls. As it does, you can actually seem to feel it in your chest, the reverberations of it making you feel like you’re shaking apart, only for the walls to do just that, dissolving before your eyes into...not darkness, but more like an absence of anything, including color. You floated in that void, with nothing in it save yourself for what felt like an eternity, only for the world to come back onto you with a bang, your ears popping painfully, and then you dropped.

Luckily, the fall was short, the ground close to your body, and allowing you to hit it with a bounce rather than a splat. Better, the stuff beneath you gave, rather than staying firm, meaning you weren’t even significantly harmed by the fall, allowing you to just sit there, breathing hard, wondering just what in the world happened. When you had pinched yourself, to find you were not dreaming, you slowly rose up, first onto your hands, then onto your feet, and took a look around you.

About you was a world unlike any you’d seen before. It was white, white as snow that had fallen fresh upon the morning light, with an almost sparkle to it that made it seem as if it were fashioned of crystal. Worse, it seemed like, instead of reflecting light, it was made of the stuff, with the white nearly blinding you for several moments as you blunk through tears that kept threatening to well up, only to finally bring everything into sharp focus, and causing your breath to catch in your throat.

The white stretched away into infinity, fading as it got to the very edge of what you could see, many miles in the distance. You could make out vague shapes though, things beyond your vision that felt huge, like moons or stars in the sky, but moving at a speed that would have been frightening. Beneath your feet, the ground was soft, but warm, with a feeling of comfort to it you were incapable of explaining, while somewhere beneath it you could feel something moving, rapidly and heavily, like a great river flowing through a tunnel.

And then there were the towers. They were spires of a size that was incomprehensible, towering over the landscape. A single one was as tall as every building you’d ever seen in your life all stacked on top of one another, and then multiplied by another three orders of magnitude, if not more. Their base could have held a state inside their girth, and yet, this was not a single monolithic structure, but a whole group of them, all spaced with plains of white between them, so many that even if you had tried, you couldn’t have counted them all.

Still trying to process the sight, you heard something, a voice you thought, but so loud and booming that it was impossible to say. The words, and you were sure after a moment of listening that they were words, were lost to your ears. Still, hearing a voice was comforting, especially after the dismissive tone of the previous, and you shouted out, trying to call out to the speaker. Your own voice was lost amid the plains though, so small that it didn’t even echo, as if the towers themselves absorbed every syllable, and left you mute.

So you stood there, staring off into the distance, before finally starting off. You would get no help here, and you knew you needed it badly, so you walked. The sound of the voice would return sometimes, and after a few repetitions of it, you finally figured out the direction it was coming from, and started towards that, and towards the tower closest on your way there. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe to die walking, but somehow, despite the hundreds of miles it must have been, you arrived at the base of one of the spires an hour or so later, and stared at it up close.

What you had taken for smooth structure was proven to be something much different, with a ridged and folded exterior, and seemingly no way inside. It was warm as the ground too, but seemed to be made of a different material, with the ground feeling soft, while this felt hard. Still, the ridges in the side were useful at least, as you placed one hand on one, and then a foot on another, and began to climb the thing, barely feeling your own weight as you lifted yourself up, hoping to find some landmark beyond the spires, or at least to see farther.

You were barely up from the ground though, only a few dozen miles above it, when everything shifted. Suddenly, instead of being drawn down, the world turned, and what had been left became down. A bit of warning, and you might have been able to do something about that, grab a handhold, or otherwise save yourself, but it was so abrupt, that all you could do was try to scream as your fell to the side, tumbling end over end towards some unknown draw on your back.

The fall took several minutes, and after the wind had been ripped from your lungs a dozen times by weird winds, you had stopped screaming, numb to all around you. Then something appeared, a sparkle at first, more distinct than the ground had been before, then a ripple, and finally, a small wave. You knew then that you were falling towards some weird looking ocean, with a pink sea bordered abruptly by a white ocean on one side, and a black abyss on the other, with you coming to a splash into the white one.

At once, you were drowning, the stuff around you closing up like gel rather than water, holding you firmly, rather than allowing you to swim freely. Then darkness fell, all at once, and you thought for a moment you were dying, and your eyesight had gone, but then the light returned, and you found the hard gel was loosened, warm wetness mixing with it to allow you to swim upwards, falling breaching the surface of the stuff with a gasp for air to fill your burning lungs, even as you tried to blink away the stuff that had gotten into your eyes.

When at last you were recovered, you tried to look around again, but your vision was instantly taken by something moving towards you. It was a set of spires at first, dwarfing even the ones you had seen before, and black in color, drifting over the dark abyss and pink sea, coming towards the white where you were. Despite their size, they moved quickly, and you could soon see that the spire were connected to a base, a wall of some sort, sweeping over the ocean, and coming straight for you.

You couldn’t do anything, of course, nothing in your life was as large as that wall, and so as it came on, you just resigned yourself to whatever happened. When it hit, you didn’t even close your eyes, and so got to watch as the wall, pushing a wave of liquid over the sea, picked you up, nearly slamming you as it went into a wall beneath it, only to pull back over the sea again a moment later, allowing you to see the world as it was for the first time since you’d gotten here, and letting the sight of it just stun you.

Your world, the white world and its spires, was only a world to you. To everyone else around you, it was a woman, a woman of equine features, with a long muzzle, a powerful build, and a beautiful dress. Her body was reflected in a mirror she was looking in, as about her, a dozen smaller anthropomorphic equines moved, tossing bolts of cloth against her, and otherwise using her as a dress up doll. Only the crown on her brow told you see was he one in charge, as she smiled warmly at her reflection, as if smiling right at you.

Then she blunk again, the eyelid you were stuck to, sweeping down, and then time, as it moved, you were folded under it, being driven down into her eye, rather than being carried. When it moved back, like could be seen again, a distorted image of the pony woman, a vision of loveliness on par with the sun, standing there. She was allowing them to make her a dress, something regal, and as you stared, her head turned to find three others, similarly crowned, going through much the same process, dresses slowly forming on all of them as their servants worked.

Then your felt it, the burning need for air, the eye gel around you hardened to the point where you couldn’t move. A few burbles came from your lips as you tried to call out, and yet, to who you didn’t know. After all, the woman you were on was so large, you were literally drowning in her eye. No one could have found you here, and as your vision faded, you looked up to see here reflected again, the last thing you see being her smile, while the last thing you hear being that voice that had brought you here, laughing at something.

Clean Room

“Yet another downer, why always with them, hmm? Why not an upper? Or perhaps another whim of fate? Oh well, this tale is to be told, I suppose,” says a voice, and you look around you, wondering at its source, at least for a moment, before you fall on your face. That last was odd because you’d been sitting down, but even odder because despite falling forward, when everything around you came back to itself, you found yourself laying flat on your back, looking at the world from an odd angle.

At first you thought you were dreaming, as everything came into sharp focus. Possibly you were even having some kind of drug trip or the like, but you pinched yourself, and then did it again, and again a dozen times over, and yet, the scene in front of you didn’t change. Or rather, the scene above you, because around you was nothing but flat, purple colored plains, which waved off into the distance, rolling hills, sometimes punctuated by huge spires that were a slightly lighter color of purple than the ground.

That was an issue, to be sure, since you had no idea what the heck you were looking at, but the worse thing was above you, high above you. The vision filled your sky, causing you to just freeze up as it came to you that it was real, because it was a vision of a person. No, not a normal person, but a person with equine features, like a muzzle, and a mane. The coat was the same purple as the spires, the mane orange, and the eyes a silver sheen, but more importantly than that, it was huge, larger than the moon, and possibly farther away.

The thing looked like it shouldn’t be possible to exist, like its body should collapse into itself, and yet, it moved, and with it leaning down, you could tell it was breathing, the chest of the thing moving in and out steadily as it looked at something, giving you a good view of its body, before it rose up, seeming to vanish for a moment, going blurry as it climbed into the sky. When it stopped, the blur vanished, and it was thrown into sharp detail in your vision, its body, human in shape, with two legs and arms, and wearing what you could only call a lab coat.

Then you followed the legs, the massive pillars that connected this titantic being to the ground, and your eyes discovered something you almost refused to accept. One leg was to the side of you, disappearing as it got closer for some reason, your eyes unable to see details of it. The other, however, seemed focused right on you, and it only took a second of thought to realize the reason was you were on that leg, or more likely, that foot, the foot of a thing that would have had to shrink a few million miles to be called a god.

Then it moved again, or rather, you knew you were moving, as it took a step forward. You felt nothing, however, merely watching as the spires, the hairs on his foot, waved in the air, their movements so strong that they might have broken mountains back home if they’d hit them. You didn’t even feel wind in the motion though, and your only sign of movement was your vision, which was soon cut off, as the world outside was covered by something, the light abruptly leaving your eyes.

Looking around, blinking, wondering if you were dead, only for a tinkling sound like a set of small bells to fill your ears. Soon, that sound was counterpointed by a grinding noise, and then by a light, a silvery glow on the horizon that cast deep shadows amidst the hairs on the foot, and let you see everything. You were in a boot, that much became obvious as you looked upwards at the sky, seeing what had to be a leather covering above, so small that you couldn’t smell it because there was nothing small enough to smell.

Then the light grew closer, a wave of silver sheen that moved over the landscape. Looking at it, you watched as it swept forward, the light touching what looked like a mountain in the distance, only switch in tone, a grinding sound coming from it instead of bells, and the mountain began to vanish. Bits of it were torn off, the light tossing those pieces into the air where they vanished in sparkles, clearing away the mountain, a bit of dirt so small the pony outside probably couldn’t see it.

Then the light moved on, and you realized it was some kind of cleaning field. That was the last thought you had though, as it chased all others from your mind, unable to do anything as it came towards you. When it touched, you had a moment of feeling light, as if the world vanished again, but then instead of resolving into another world, you could feel yourself melting away. Not hot or anything, but just, melting into nothing as the field of silver did its job, leaving you with only a heartbeat of pain greater than any you’d felt before, then nothingness as the light consumed you.

Above, DawnChaser’s horn glowed as he cast a cleansing spell, cleaning off his body from the debris and detritus that tended to gather on one, before he stepped forward, walking into a lab that needed to be kept clean. Around him, other ponies, dragons, griffons, and what not, wrote on sheets as they observed a hole in the universe. One every tongue was the question of what lay beyond, and what wonders they would find in the seemingly empty space they had discovered, as they probed the portal, waiting for the word from Celestia to go through to the world on the other side.

The New Hire

The pony at his desk checked his watch again, wondering not for the first time why he’d bothered listening to that lavender mare who’d come into his office to talk of all the wonders dimensional gates offered. He’d invested, of course, because that was the sort of venture that either paid dividends, or flopped so hard you could take whatever you needed from the competition after the fallout was over. Still, even knowing that, he was growing annoyed.

She’d promised him that human from another world would be in his office promptly at noon, and he’d felt it wise to trust her, after all, she was a Princess, but it was getting close to one now, and still no sign of this hairless monkey. Tapping a finger on his desk, he looked over his project folders, opening one idly with a flick of his wrist and thumbing through it. The reports were mostly just general stuff you’d expect to see, with one or two marked notes on how the medical division was doing with the chemicals being imported through the gates, with Flithy Rich mumbling figures as he looked over the lists.

Below, though how far depended on one’s perspective, you stood. Looking upwards, you shouted again, figuring that with him talking, you might as well add you own voice to the cacophony. It did little good, and in fact, when he sighed out, you were forced to grab onto the ground beneath your feet, your nails digging into the little imperfections to keep from behind blown away as the hot, humid gale blew over you, whipping at your own sweat covered suit, and ripping the breath from your lungs.

When it was over, you flopped to the ground, exhausted, tired, and ready to just curl up and possibly die. Around you was a broad, flat plain, colored brown, with tall spires every few miles that reached up into the heavens, taller than anything really could be in your world. But then, you weren’t in your world anymore. No, you’d stepped into the machine, and supposedly to the opportunities on the other side of it, only to appear here, in a terrible position.

The spires were miles tall, long enough that a state could have probably been crossed in the time it took to climb them. At their base, they were smaller, of course, only the size of a large city, their coloring brown as the ground, if a shade or two lighter, with a surface that seemed to be made of layers, giving plenty of space for handholds, but you had no desire to climb them, as above the spires you could see a world beyond, and it was beyond the scope of your mind to truly understand it.

Above you was a man, or at least, something with the shape of a man, thought with a horse like face in place of the normal one. He wore a business suit, blue in color, and had deep blue eyes counterpointed by a light brown coat and a dark brown mane. In a word, he looked like a handsome man of business, and you’d seen his picture before, mostly in the ads that had brought you here to get a job with him. Now he towered above you, a huge figure lost in a distant sky like some kind of planet circling yours.

The image of him would move wildly sometimes, turning and juking around enough to nearly make you motion sick, especially since, despite watching the sky move, you felt none of the motion yourself. Even when he spoke, the words didn’t reach your ears, instead you felt them, like a reverberation in your chest, so overpowering, and yet so far beyond you. This had been your existence for at least an hour, with no signal to your phone, or anything else.

Rising at that thought, you tried again, getting the buzz from the thing that told you it was out of range, and swearing once more. Then you started off, refusing to be defeated as you made your way forward, away from the visage in the sky. You knew where you were after all. The movements made that clear, especially when a huge obelisk filled the sky around you, gleam gold and blue metal in a design you found familiar. A pen.

You were on his arm, more specifically, his hand, and that meant if you could just get to a finger, maybe you could get him to take you somewhere close to his eye or something of the sort. So thinking, you trudged forward, making fantastic time, as your every step seemed to catapult you forward, passing another spire, a hair on his hand, and then another, over the next half hour, before finally reaching something odd, a plain that seemed harder and colder than the skin.

A tap told you what it was, a fingernail, right at the end of one of his digits, and with an effort, you looked at the world beyond, and your eyes and heart leapt for joy. Just within you vision was another construct, another thing built by hands large enough to cradle the moon, and just your luck, you were moving towards it. It took a running leap, your legs somehow giving you more than enough lift to propel yourself skyward, arcing down at just the right angle, but then, you’d always had a head for numbers.

You landed hard on the construct, the tink of glass filling your ears even as you rolled, letting the impact force spread itself out, rather than smashing you into paste. When you finally stopped, you rubbed yourself on your sore spots, trying to get the pain to go away, and then smirked at where you were. Above, you saw a massive glass lens, huge enough to fit a small state, and beyond that was Filthy Rich himself, adjusting some knobs on the side of his microscope, which you were no beneath.

You waved your arms, hoping for him to see you easily, but he wasn’t looking right at you, and so missed your small form as he messed with the knobs a bit, then turned away. When he came back, you realized just what a dangerous idea this was, as his hand, the monolithic thing you had been on before, now held a eye dropper, one glowing with an internal light, and as the hole in the bottom of it came closer, you could see a glow of molten gold inside, head radiating out towards you.

Screaming happened then, and you raced around, wildly waving your hands, before you were right beneath the lens, the eye reflected in it blurry as more knob turning happened. Then the dropper moved closer, pressure from behind it pushing out a small dome of liquid metal that steamed and hissed in the cooler air, bubble in it popping, and making you finally turn, ducking down with your hands over your head as if that would help in some way.

When hot metal death did not come, and the air began to grow cooler, you cautiously opened your eyes, and looked up towards the sky to find Rich staring at you, rubbing his eyes once, then looking through the lens again, before rushing from the room. A week later, and many times larger, you were working in his office, doing filing and organization for him, at the proper size, only about ankle high to a pony, but still far larger than you had been.

Smoke Break

Filthy Rich sighed to himself as he went over the numbers again, marking sheets of them with his pen as he tapped his feet against his desk. Profits were down again. Not gone, he still had more than enough to pay his workers what he’d promised and pay all his taxes, but he wasn’t going to be making as much himself as he would have liked. He had investments to make soon, and he needed capital to do so.

Distracted, he nearly missed when a bit of ash from his cigarette fell from the end, forcing him to quickly grab the ashtray to catch it, lest it fall onto his desk and set some of the valuable papers there alight. His fingers were just as quick as when he’d been a young colt though, wrapping around the cup and quickly placing them under the falling gray snow, before setting the thing down and returning to his notes, wondering if maybe that teleportation research in lab three could be scaled back after tonight’s experiment had proven to be a failure.

In another place, far away and yet very near to that scene, you were looking around. An hour ago you’d been at home, enjoying a nice relaxing evening. Then you’d heard a voice, laughing about something, before everything had gone...just gone. One moment, there was something, the next moment, there was nothing. Not even darkness, just nothingness that made your eyes hurt to try and look into, causing you to close them tightly. Then all at once, a world came crashing back around you. Not the one you had been in though.

When you appeared, laying on the ground, you were shocked to find things around you were different. Not in a small way either. Your home was gone. More than that, your whole town was gone, everything in every direction seemed to have vanished, with you laying on a bit of ground that was somehow warm to the touch, and also just a bit slimy. Pressing your hand against it, you could actually push it down a little, the ground giving, but also squirting more goo over your hand, causing you to groan in disgust.

Around you, there wasn’t anything else. The ground stretched away into the distance, infinitely going towards a horizon that blurred out in your vision, making it impossible to see beyond a certain point. Not that the plain seemed to end, more your eyes just couldn’t seem to focus on anything beyond a few miles in any one direction, forcing you to admit that you were screwed as you stared off into that distance, and then finally rose to your feet.

Screwed or not, you were going to try and find some help. Maybe that voice would get tired of its joke and put you back in your home, after all. Or perhaps, even after pinching yourself and feeling the bite of it, you were still dreaming. Maybe you’d fallen asleep in your chair again, and had watched just a few too many movies before doing so. Those thoughts bolstered you to start moving forward, the ground proving to be more than solid enough to walk on as you made your way in a random direction.

The walk itself seemed to be easier than it should have been. Your every step felt lighter, like you only weighed a fraction of what you should have. A quick test even showed you were jumping far higher than you’d ever done before, a simple hop carrying you almost a dozen yards forward and half that into the air, before you landed with a splat on the ground, which seemed to object to being landed on as it spewed a bit of goop at you.

Shaking yourself clean, you walked onward, your throat becoming dry as your march continued. You weren’t desperate enough to try the slime yet, but it was getting closer all the time your lips drying out with every step. Worse, the landscape around you refused to change, with the world still always being out of your sight, only the long, flat plain to look at, and making it impossible to judge how far you’d come, or even if you were walking in circles.

Then you saw it. On the edge of your vision was a shape. Indistinct and blurry, but still there, and you whooped in excitement over it. Rushing forward, your legs finding reserves of strength you hadn’t even known you’d had, you ran towards the thing, expecting to have to stop at some point as it seemed to be miles, if not tens of miles away. But your steps were so light, and every stride of your run seemed to vault you over those miles, closing the distance quicker than you thought possible.

When you finally reached the object, you were out of breath, falling almost in half as you tried to stay on your feet, breathing in and out in huge gulps of air. Before you was the thing you’d seen, and it was, in a word, massive. The walls of it now filled your horizon, stretching away on either side, and also far away into the sky, vanishing out of your vision, and making your eyes water when you tried to look farther beyond that.

Blinking, rubbing at your eyes to get rid of the stuff, you took in the object. It was a tower, a huge, impossibly large thing, that was larger than any mountain. Worse, it was warm, just like the ground. Not gooey though, just solid, and worst of all, smooth, making it impossible to climb, with you rubbing your hand on it and finding not a single handhold to pull yourself up with and maybe see farther away.

Still investigating, you were surprised when you felt hot. Not exhausted hot like you should have, but more like a middle of August day hot. Sweat began to pour over your skin, and you wiped it away, only to feel very tired. Then snow started. At first just a few flakes, then a lot more, all black and gray bits that seemed to be fiery hot to the touch, forcing you to cover your face with your hands.

Then it got even hotter, with a crackling sound, drawing your eyes skyward despite the burning snow. Above you, far above, but lower than the top of the spire, was a sun. It burned an smoulder, with a few wispy streams of smoke coming out of it at weird angles. It was old and dying, and as it died, it fell towards you, the heat coming off it intense beyond words, and even as you tried to run, you felt everything inside your body start to fail.

First your legs gave out, the soles of your shoes melted into the ground. Before you could do anything about that, you could feel your pores start to pop, like pimples, but because the stuff inside was boiling away, making small patches of bubbling juices on your skin. Finally, as you raised your hands upwards, you could actually watch the skin of your fingers melt away, bone exposed for a moment to your sight, before your eyes popped from the heat, leaving you only the sensation of burning as the last thing you felt.

Filthy Rich’s night was improving, as he went over a sheet of numbers. He’d found a bit more in the R&D budget than he’d expected, and that meant he could transfer some of that to his personal accounts for some emergency funds. So entranced by the numbers and the thoughts of what he could do with them, making them grow, that he missed a small flake from his cigarette fluttering down from the hand holding it, and then hitting the other as it laid on the table.

His response was immediate, as the hot ash burned at his flesh. He smacked it away, noticing a nice red spot under his coat where the ember had actually touched his skin, and making him swear as he walked over to a nearby sink and ran nice, soothing, cold water over the hand. Somewhere, far below his sight, ashes of a former body were washed away with the water, but he didn’t, couldn’t see it, and so he returned to his numbers, wondering why he’d wasted so many bits on that teleportation experiment.

Weekend at Filthy's(Involves Endoso and Cockplay)

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.