Two Worlds Collide: A Microscopic Tail

The Pie family were a peculiar bunch. Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz were... antiquated. They spoke in "Ye Old Equestriane", and would probably have fit right in a thousand years ago. They sounded ridiculous in modern society, but I suppose that is to be expected with this particular family.

Before you start thinking I'm going to blather on about those two, let’s move onto the next Pie member--in no particular order--Marble Pie.

Ah, Marble. A Mare so shy she makes Fluttershy look like her pink, bouncy sister. Between you and me, she's one of my favorite Ponies in Equestria. Her color scheme is bland, her personality is obscured by her inability to communicate with others, and I'm sure she's a very sweet mare. Or, she's a raving psycho ready to snap and bake everypony into rocks or... something. Beautiful.

Her sister Limestone Pie is the exact opposite, however, and in this context what I'm saying is that she's a complete and total bitch. In fact, I have it on good authority that she throws rocks--what is it with Ponies and their obsession with things? Apples. Rocks. Books. Cakes--at birds. Why, you may ask? Because they sat on Holders Boulder; an immense rock that has some importance or another, I don't really care. Horrible pony.

Next up, we have Pinkie Pie. Ah, Pinkie; to try and quantify this mysteriously hyperactive party pony is a task no person is truly ready for. I once heard that this particular mare threw a party that was so superty-duper fun that she had to throw a party to celebrate the success of that party called "The Last Party Was A Success So Lets Party" party which was hailed to be the greatest party in all party history and was in fact such an amazing party it eclipsed the "The Last Party Wasn't So Great But This One Will Totally Make Up For It I Promise" party that Equestria but really just Ponyville raved was ten out of ten would party again party... party...

Um... I'm sorry; I seem to have forgotten what I was talking about. Let me just backtrack here...

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Ah! Right, Maud Pie--a name that's a creative way of saying Mud Pie, for those who didn't know--. This mare of a most stoic disposition is like a closed book that's been locked, chained, and hidden away beneath the darkest of beds. Believe it or not, she's actually a very emotional pony, but for some strange reason she isn't able to show any of them externally, baring the odd moment or two. It was this mare, in fact, that our next human--yes, singular--would have the misfortune of meeting...

Milly was a survivor. I'm actually being serious here--in a group of sixteen people, Milly was the last one left alive. You see, when Humanity came to Equestria Milly and gang found themselves on the floor of the Friendship Express--a train with a ridiculous name that traveled the whole of Equestria. Naturally, such a thing would bring with it ponies from all trots of life--fat ones, thin ones, mares and stallions, red ones, blue ones, old ones, and even new ones.

Due to this traffic, it was only a matter of time before the humans started to die. I have an idea; instead of telling you how they died, I'm just going to skip over it and let you use your imagination, because if I can be completely honest with you--and I feel like I can--I don't really care enough to go into it.

Milly--wait, where was Milly? She's so damn small she--oh! She's under one of the train's seats. I knew that.

Ahem.

Milly was underneath one of the train's seats as the monstrous machine clickity-clacked its way toward Tall Tale. If someone were to find and ask how she was doing, she would probably reply "Lonely", which was natural considering everyone else died in incredibly horrible, brutal ways. She was still determined to live, however, clinging onto the hope that perhaps she wasn't the only one left on the train.

She wasn't, but the others were stories for another day.

Today, she was simply trying to find something to eat, but so far had little luck. The train car had been cleaned out just earlier that day--somehow leaving her whole and unswept--, and the pony sitting in the seat above her was not particularly hungry.

"Come on... there's got to be something..." She muttered to herself. She had no idea that, just above her, a meteor was falling with enough speed to leave her a tiny red splotch on the train floor. I'm not going to lie, I kind of want it to end like that--it would be such a stupid way to die that its tempting to say that's what happened and move onto the next person, but that's not really why I'm here, is it? I'm here to tell you what really happened, to document the survival of... hell, you know why I'm here.

The rock missed, naturally, but that doesn't mean it didn't mark her for something worse. She was so shocked at almost being crushed, that she failed to notice the giant, bluish gray hoof reaching down before it was already on top of her. With an indescribable amount of G-Forces, she and the rock were both scooped up.

"What have I told you about trying to sneak off, Boulder?" Asked Maud in a perfectly monotone voice. To those who didn't know the mare, it would seem as if she was the model of apathy in how she spoke, but inside she was crying out in fear and worry at the potential loss of her beloved pet. She was infinitely more complicated than others gave her credit for, and as she tucked Boulder and out current protagonist Milly into the pocket of her drab colored smock, she continued, "I promise we'll explore the next train."

Milly, having some semblance of an idea of where she was, was wise enough to stay put on top of Boulder instead of trying to escape. If she did, than she would probably fall deeper into the pocket, maybe even get lost in the fabric if she were small enough. As it were she simply waited as the train reached its destination.

The rest of the ride was far from easy, however. Almost every step Maud took made Boulder shift in the pocket, but to the tiny human it was as if the earth itself was upset with her and was trying to dump her into an pocket-sized abyss. It took all her strength just to hold on, but as all things do her trial eventually came to an end.

Maud was staying in a hotel for the night. There was a geological dig site in Tall Tale, and she was excited for the chance to learn about any new type of rocks that might have been discovered. Yes, that's actually a thing in Equestria. Look it up.

Maud pulled her pet rock--and Milly--from her pocket and set them on a bedside table before heading into the bathroom to wash her hooves. Milly took this time to get a look at her surroundings, only to realize her eyes were too small to see much beyond Boulder himself. She could try to escape, but she had no idea where she was. It was a conundrum that would be unfair to force upon any creature; stay and risk being killed, or leave and risk dying? Much like a doctor taking the 'wait and see' approach, Milly chose the former.

But I'm sure you just want to shut up and get to the part you are undoubtedly waiting for, so because I'm a nice person I'm going to stop blathering about the minute and get on with the good part.

Maud walked out of the bathroom, smock removed, hooves cleaned, and a towel held in one leg, and crawled onto the hotel bed. Her face, as expressionless as ever, bore the faintest tint of red along its muzzle and cheeks. Her heart pump-pump-pumped in her barrel, and the private area usually hidden beneath her smock and tail tingled with anticipation as the mare's hind-legs spread open. She placed the towel to her side for later use, and without wasting another moment lowered her freshly cleaned hoof between her thighs.

A small, barely noticeably moan radiated from her throat as a hoof powerful enough to shatter stone gently traced the lips of her most delicate region--a little self-foreplay, as it were, to get the juices flowing. She did this for a few seconds, before shifting her focus on the little upside-down heart shaped organ that was her clitoris, pressing against it with her hoof before slowly, ever so slowly, moving it down towards her plot.

She alternated between these two methods as her sex slowly swelled and opened with arousal, before coming to a sudden stop. Her cheeks burned not only from ecstasy, but embarrassment.

"Boulder..." the mare said evenly, "Don't watch."

She removed her hoof--a word I'm going to be using a lot, I'm afraid-- from between her legs and pushed the little rock away from her, as if she was averting his eyes. A ridiculous sentiment; Boulder, being a rock, was incapable of seeing what she was doing, and even if he could see he was still very much a rock, and as such would feel nothing at the sight of his master pleasuring herself.

What Maud didn't know, was that in pushing Boulder away, the little human on top of him lost her balance, and in quick order tumbled down into the thin, sticky layer of fluid that coated Maud's gigantic hoof. The smell was horrible, but as Maud moved to resume her lewd act with Milly in tow, that smell was only going to grow much, much worse.

As far as Milly was concerned, the cavernous depths of the mare's vagina might as well have been the very gates of hell. With each movement the hoof made, Milly was slammed by a mass of G-Forces before, literally, being grinded into the fleshy walls of Maud's privates. What started off as a little fluid became a tidal wave that coated her entire being; the musky stench of arousal was all she could smell, and the flavor--a bitter, earthy taste quickly became a constant companion to her tongue, and whether it was seconds or minutes Milly soon found the grinding feeling wasn't from her body hitting the soft flesh of the labia, but the hoof hitting her over and over and over again.

With her sex fully inflated and her body now producing a healthy amount of lubricant, Maud decided it was time to get a bit more rough with herself. Her hoof flicked against her clit rhythmically, grinded into her lips, and dipped deeper into her pony body. She gasped and moaned, eyes closed and face a mask of serenity--which in this particular scene meant her expression was still just as unreadable as ever.

Milly was lost in an oceanic torrent of boiling hot pony cum, her body being dragged up and down along the walls, lips, hoof, and depths of Maud Pie, her every attempt at moving herself thwarted not only by the constant barrage of the giant mare, but also by the overwhelmingly thick fluids that she was floating it. Cum, as you are likely aware, is much more thick than water. Trying to swim through it was the same as trying to swim through an ocean of glue, if you can imagine that.

It was inevitable that, eventually, Maud would reach an orgasm. The walls tightened and spasmed around Milly, Maud's hind-legs kicked into the air as he hips bucked in primal pleasure. Within seconds, the area between the mare's legs became drenched in cum, and if one were to look into her depths they would even see a few slimy strands stretching between her walls. By some unfortunate miracle that I'm sure I had nothing to do with, It was in spill of fluids that our diminutive protagonist, Milly, had currently found herself.

I say unfortunate miracle, because even though Milly had survived the vigorous masturbation session, she was still trapped in the murky liquid that came from it--a liquid, I feel I should mention, that now glazed the giant mare's ponut, tiny human and all. An hour passed before Maud was completely finished pleasuring herself, and with limbs that shook from ecstasy the mare reached for the towel and wiped her hooves clean.

She opted to save the rest of her cleaning until morning; an orgasm or three leaves a mare somewhat unmotivated, you understand, and all Maud really wanted to do now was sleep. She pulled the covers over her body, wished her beloved pet Boulder a somewhat embarrassed sounding—to her own ears-- goodnight and soon drifted off into Luna's realm of dreams, unaware that an alien being from another dimension was glued to the burning furnace of her tailhole like a bug caught in amber, as she should be.

Because really, that just sounds ridiculous.