Blobskin's Macro/Micro Flash Fics

Version: 1.01

Anon was the product inspector for Quills and Sofas. Davenport was a great boss and made sure Anon was never in the store at the same time as the customers. You know, so he wouldn't be sat on by accident while he worked. Did I forget to mention he was 1/2 a centimeter tall? It made him good at enforcing high standards though.

It was early morning, before the store opened, and Anon was busy inspecting the seat of a green recliner when a knock came at the front. Davenport answered it. One extra cheerful Miss Derpy Hooves stood in the doorway. Atop her head sat a blue mailmare's cap and over her back rested an important package.

Davenport and Derpy conversed for a moment, but Anon ignored them. His work was important and their booming voices were pretty distracting. Though he did catch something about Davenport having to sign for the package and Derpy not having a pen on her. Davenport invited her into the showroom while he rushed into the back to grab a writing utensil.

While she waited, Derpy noticed how tired she was from the morning rush and the uncomfortable bubbling in her tummy wasn't helping. She eyed the various seats available to her and saw no harm in planting her plush rear in one.

Anon's world was suddenly cast in a foreboding shadow. Turning around, he quickly choked on his own tongue. Derpy's planet-sized gray rear and rough blond tail loomed above him. He stared into the abyss of her crack until it was crashing down around him with a mighty quake.

Pinned, helpless, and groaning in agony. Anon could do nothing as his body was pressed into the fabric of the recliner.

At that moment Derpy felt a stirring in her stomach. She squirmed in discomfort, wishing it would go away. Then the young pegasus farted.

Anon was certain he was going to melt in the toxic gas that engulfed him.

Such was the unfortunate life of a chair inspector.