Author's Note

Dear reader, if you were brought to this story by the title, by the description, or simply because it was something new, I feel it is my duty to warn you--one last time--that this is not a story for the normal person. This is a story devoted to the strange; a story about people who are unknowingly swallowed whole, crushed under-hoof, sat on, and various other fates of equal horribleness.

If such things do not interest you, than I beg of you turn back now. You are not the demographic, you will not understand, you will not have a good time. Find another story, enjoy it, and forget you ever found this one.

If, however, the things I listed about do interest you, then by all means, continue on; this story was written for you. Oh, and do mind the (Tags), as to avoid the subjects you might not find interest in. That is all.

Humans in Equestria (Crush)

It was a normal day when the world ended. People talked amicably amongst themselves, drove to work, did their chores--et cetera et cetera. When magic appeared on Earth, it was quick. A bright, shining blast that reached from one end of the globe to the next. It was as beautiful as it was damning. Within the span of a moment--without even having a chance to understand how or why--humanity was extinct. Every man, woman, and child all gone in the blink of an eye.

But, the fate of humankind did not end there. We human's are tenacious, and perhaps it was because of that tenacity--that determination, that we survived. In hindsight, that might not have been such a good thing...

Equestria, a place where Friendship and Love were power. Where Ponies of all walks, or trots, of life lived in relative Harmony with one another. Race, gender, species and culture rarely effected the communities. From the smallest of animals to the most regal of ponies, everyone had a role to play, and everyone was valued as part of the whole. It was, despite the occasional chocolate rain or bug pony invasion, a paradise. But for humanity, who had just recently been ripped from the very fabric of their reality, it was anything but.

At first, there was panic. "Where are we?!" cried some. "What happened?" cried others. We'll get to each of them in due time; Equestria, you see, is a very big place. And for one very confused group their questions would never be answered. This chapter, brief as it is, is their life as Humans in Equestria.

"What the fuck happened" Daniel wasn't a very interesting man on earth. Picture him as you would the most normal of people, a person so boring that you forget their face the moment you see it. "Where am I...? Chloe? Chloe, can you hear me?!"

She wasn't there, and thus she could not hear him. Pity.

"Shut up, damnit... I'm trying to sleep." Ah, Robert. He was a bum, plain and simple. By gambling, drinking, and simple poor life choices he wound up on the street. And he wasn't very nice, and he smelt bad and--well, suffice it to say he was unpleasant. The man's words were like fire in Daniel They were in a forest of some sort; tall, green, and thin trees reached into the skies like skyscrapers, while the ground seemed more mountainous; boulders were scattered everywhere, and there was hardly any light.

"Sleep?!" Daniel screamed. "You're trying to sleep?! We're in God knows where, my wife is missing, and you're telling me to shit up because you're trying to sleep?!"

That god Robert's attention. He opened his eyes, and with a gasp realized he wasn't in Kansas anymore--or wherever he was from, I don't actually know--.

"Where the fuck am I...?"

"Where the... Chloe! Where are you! Oh, please tell me you're alright..."

The two, oblivious to their current predicament, continued on like this for a few minutes more. They were so preoccupied with their problems that they failed to notice the biggest on; it started as a rumbling in the distance, then a subtle shift in the ground. In all fairness, even if Robert and Daniel did know what was happening, it would have already been too late to avoid it.

The rumbling quickly evolved into explosions, the ground shook so much that the humans were unable to keep their footing, and in one moment--one brief, yet unfathomably long moment, they saw their death. Above the canopy of the strange forest, a large dark grey hoof consumed their vision, and within that tortuously long second, it fell on the both of them, crushing them into the earth before once again lifting into the air and repeating this action, as the renowned pony Octavia Melody walked through her lawn to check the mail.

And those two were not the only humans to meet such an unfortunate fate; in Canterlot, a group of five found themselves in a hay-seat, where they were subsequently sat on and smooshed. In the Crystal Empire, a man, separated from his family, woke from his daze in a Flugalhorn, where he was given quite an abysmal musical end. It was awful, the music, but nopony wanted to say anything. Oh, and lets not forget the group of twenty who found themselves in a toilet--I don't believe I need to tell you what happened to them, poor souls.

You see in this world humanity existed in all different sizes. Some were so small that they hardly reached the knee of their peers, while others were only as tall as an ant. Divided, broken, and far too small to be noticed, humankind must forge a new life in a world much, much too big for them. Even when they, themselves, are a threat to each other.

Personally? I doubt they'll succeed.