Author's Note

Just a warning, this chapter takes place during the episode Hearth's Warming Tail. If you, like me, are the sort of person who's experience of the episode will be altered by having a second story taking place within it, I suggest you skip this chapter lest every time you watch it you think of what I wrote down.

It might ruin the mood. Just thought I'd throw that out here.

Some Are More Equal Than Others (Unbirth, Crush)

Starlight Glimmer was a good pony. While she may have once enslaved a town of ponies with brainwashing, threats, and other unsavory means, as well as altering the timeline to the extent that many futures involved some unspeakable horror unleashed upon the land in a wave of misery and death, it turned out that she was simply misunderstood.

She was a horrible pony, but now she's not. I find it best to just accept that and move on.

Currently, the reformed mare was walking into the Castle library along with Twilight and Spike to hear the story: A Hearth's Warming Tail. To those of you wondering about the order of things-how long humanity has been in Equestria and all that--I'd highly suggest you not try and overthink things. Perhaps Humans arrived in Equestria at different times, perhaps it was close to Hearth's Warming to begin with, or perhaps I just don't know the proper progression of storytelling and am narrating whatever the hell I feel like.

The second one is right, if you must know. It's only been a week or two since humanity arrived, with casualties already in the thousands. I could give you a rough estimate, but right now there are about thirty people in the unfortunate position of being where Starlight's pink gigantic rump is about to land, and quite frankly I'm more interested in that story than pie charts detailing the steady decline of the human population. Ahem~

To call the collection of humans a group would have been so inaccurate that it would border on a lie. Before the group of thirty found themselves on the cushion of a chair, they had made a rather decent home for themselves on the nearby coffee table. Its a well-known fact that Princess Twilight, when hungry, is a slob of surprising proportions. The group survived by eating the crumbs of her meals and collecting the water from the glasses that were left on the table. Specifically those little rings that are left behind when you don't use a coaster, the ones that you've probably been yelled at for at some point in your life for leaving.

All that changed earlier in the day. Spike, at the behest of Twilight, had placed a collection of books at the center of the table. The displacement of air was so great, that it sent the group flying into the aforementioned chair, but more importantly leaft them scattered.

A few hours later, and they didn't even have so much as a warning that Starlight Glimmer was about to sit down. Collectively, there wasn't a one that was even as tall as an ant, and one of the unfortunate side effects to being so small was that their eyes didn't work like one would expect. To them, the chair cushion was a limitless expanse of rolling fibers, stretching out endlessly into the horizon. The fatal downside to this new sight was that they didn't see Starlight's rump until it was already on top of them.

Not a single person found themselves in a favorable position as the mare settled in for her Hearth's Warming tale, and that went doubly so for the unfortunate many who found themselves at ground zero of butt-fall. The majority of the group--let’s say, sixteen or so people-- were simply crushed by the massive wall of fur and flesh that made up Starlight's flank. One or two wound up in tangled in her tail, three people were in the absolute wrong place at the wrong time, both literally and figuratively, and were embarrassingly crushed beneath her tail hole. Unbeknownst to Starlight Glimmer, the force of her weight hitting the chair cushion caused it to... poof, for lack of a better word.

It caused the cushion to shift, to conform to the shape of her rear. For her, this meant she would be more comfortable. For the little humans that survived beneath her, however, it made for a trampoline of G-Forces that sent them flying into some very embarrassing places.

The survivors soon found themselves lost in--and around--the vast, country sized expanse of Starlight's Marehood. Honestly, there isn't much to say regarding those clinging to the outskirts of the giant mare's lips that couldn't be better explained by describing the unlucky few were were sent into its opening instead out outside of it.

To them, the idea of Hell was made all too real. The smell that pervaded the air was a pungent, musky odor that seemed to stick to their walls of their lungs. Each gasp of breath brought with it Starlight's unique flavor; it coated their tongues and their throats, men and woman were both forced to endure the indescribably taste as a blistering, muggy heat radiated from every surface.

"Is... is there anyone else in here?" A woman, just an inch or so beneath the pony's heart shaped clit called out. She thought she heard someone call back from deeper in, and whether by stupidity or braver she slowly began to climb further into the mare. She had made friends with these people, bonded with them, if she could save even one from that horrible place than it would be enough. She was one of the smaller humans there, but was probably one of the kindest. I wouldn't hold out hope for that one, if I were you.

If we were to look further down, closer to Starlight's plot, we'd find a man stuck to the walls of the giant mare's sex by a slimy substance he really didn't want to think about. For those of you unfamiliar with the anatomy of the vagina, there was a thin layer of mucus that coats the walls to keep it damp. It was perfectly normal for the same to be said about Starlight's--it was healthy, even. Unfortunately for the man, he was incredibly tiny, and like a bug caught in a web he was left at the mercy of simple biology.

It is worth noting in this scenario that Starlight Glimmer was a very animated talker, and in her mentioning to Twilight that she was doing her Pinkie Pie voice, her hips moved in just the right way that the small opening the man had slipped through closed, tragically smothering him in the moist, hot depths.

There were only two or three other people left within Starlight's loins, either stuck to the moisture of the mare's depths or desperately trying to crawl out. Those outside were much safer; the smell and heat were still there, but it was muted and bearably. They had fur they could grab a hold of and use to climb or hold steady while the giant mare moved. A few of them had even managed to reach the cushion, and without wasting any time proceeded to run as fast as they could as far from the pony as possible.

There was one depraved soul, however, that chose to venture deeper into her depths, regardless of the fact that it was a death wish. If I may speak freely here, I find that last one particularly disturbing, and hope beyond hope that when they were a community he was never given any position of power. Take this to heart; even when the odds are stacked against you, when teamwork is essential and your entire culture and race is shattered beyond repair, there will always be that one person who thinks, for some insane reason or another, that climbing inside of a giant pony's vagina is a good idea.

Eventually, the Hearth's Warming story ended. Starlight took the Tale's message to heart, and without wasting any more of the holiday she hopped from her seat and trotted out to the party proper. For her, it was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. But for those trapped under her tail, the Hell they were struggling to survive in only got worse. It was as if the world itself shifted; Gravity reasserted itself and those who were climbing down, such as the girl, soon found themselves falling into the fleshy walls beneath them. On the plus side, they didn't need to climb anymore. The new position granted them the ever taken for granted ability to walk again.

The downside was the motion of Starlight's swagger made it very hard for them to keep their footing. The Girl who went back was the most unfortunate victim of this; it was still very dark between Starlight's hind legs, and while trying to keep her balance the girl, not able to see where she was going, accidentally fell. She wasn't lucky enough to fall outside of the mare's body though, but down a certain... hole that rested just short ways away from the clitoris. I'll take the suspense and guesswork out of it and just go ahead and tell you that she fell into Starlight's Urethra. She survived the fall, landing only with a wet "thud" somewhere down below and a dazed state to show for her misfortune.

Up above, those who were stuck had no chance of escape, and were in fact worse off with the shift of Starlight's body. If you want a taste of how they feel, go be upside down somewhere for a while. Not exactly the same thing, but its the closest you'll probably get. The last ones either recognized they wouldn't be able to escape while Starlight was moving--and so tried to find someplace safe to stay put--or in desperation threw themselves from her lips to the world below. The outside of her marehood hardly faired any better; those who were unable to reach the cushion before Starlight got up now clung to her fur for dear life. Some of them even wished they were inside of her, if only to find some rest for their burning muscles.

Regardless of where they were though, only those who were trapped would survive what happened next.

It was a simple thing to Starlight; a hop, skip, and a jump down a few stairs. But for her involuntary passengers, it was an act tantamount to pushing the eject button on a secret spy car--you know, the kind that launches the passenger out of the roof? The people both inside and outside of her, for the briefest of moment's, were freed from gravity's embrace, and within the span of a second all but the Girl trapped in her Urethra--who was only tossed around in the tunnel--and those glued to her walls found themselves free falling to the floor below.

Oh, and that weirdo who decided to try and reach her cervix was still inside her too, but due to the little known fact that the female genitalia isn't known for its ability to produce oxygen, I highly doubt he's going to last long.

An hour passed, than another, and finally the Hearth's Warming party started to wind to a close. It was the first time Starlight Glimmer had actually celebrated the holiday since she was a full grown Mare, and after all the singing, dancing, and socializing the mare could honestly say she had more fun tonight than she had in a very long time.

"Thank you for talking me into staying, Twilight." said Starlight as the duo walked down the castle halls to their respective rooms. "I didn't realize I was missing out on so much."

"You're very welcome, Starlight." Twilight, upon reaching the door to her bedroom, turned to Starlight and smiled. "Happy Hearth's Warming Eve."

"Happy Hearth's Warming Eve, Twilight."

On that night, Starlight Glimmer learned a valuable lesson. Its probably a good thing that she didn't know that she inadvertently caused the deaths of dozens of people, as I imagine that would have overshadowed any lesson, ruined the holiday spirit, and sent the mare spiraling into depression that would have caused thousands of bits in therapy costs to overcome.

Oh, and before I end this little Hearth's Warming chapter, I should probably tell you what happened to the survivors of this ordeal.. The ones who escaped during Twilight's story were still, unfortunately, lost on the chair, while the few tangled in her tail eventually found their way out as she slept. I imagine it will be tough to eke out a life on a mare's bed, but I'm sure they'll be fine...

Nobody made it out of the mare's honey pot, I'm afraid. The closest one to succeeding was the Girl who fell into her urethra, and that's only a technicality as she only escaped because Starlight used the bathroom before bed. Unfortunately, at her size, the 'water' pressure was fatal.

You know, I've found that almost every story as a moral, especially in the world of Equestria where even the simplest thing can be made into a lesson of some sort. The moral of this story, I think, is to stay away from chairs... or something like that.