Blobskin's Macro/Micro Flash Fics

Version: 1.01

"I'm going to crush you~" Braeburn singsonged, his dirty sole circling overhead ominously.

"You won't," Anon crossed his arms confidently.

Braeburn snickered. "Pretty brave for a stallion smaller than an apple seed," he remarked.

The shadow hung over Anon for several seconds, allowing the pony's musk to bake the air. Anon coughed once and waved a hand in front of his face.

"Could you move that thing somewhere else?" he grumbled.

Braeburn pouted, but did what the human asked. "Party pooper."

"Sorry I don't enjoy the smell of your hoof sweat."

"You sure about that?" Braeburn winked suggestively. "I've got some nice worn boots you could live in."

Anon felt... awkward. "Uh, no thanks. I think I'm going to go take a cold shower."