How To Survive Your Giant Marefriend

Chapters

Big Bolts
The Dragon's Greatest Treasure
One Hundred Layers of Fun
Book Club
Dancing in the Twilight Moon
The Big Show
A Love So Grand
The Doc Dun Derped
Royal Pest
The View By The Swimming Hole

Big Bolts

Soarin opened his eyes and gave a great big yawn, waking up from a good night's sleep. As soon as he looked around, though, he was shocked to realize that he was surrounded by hills of blue on every side. He seemed to be standing in the middle of a navy blue valley, but it looked and felt just like... silk? Upon more careful inspection of his surroundings, he soon realized that he was in the locker room of the Wonderbolts' barracks, which was bizarre because he distinctly remembered falling asleep in his own bed last night. Even stranger still, everything looked so... enormous. Much bigger than usual.

He decided that all of this must be a dream, so he gave himself a quick pinch to try and wake up, but when he opened his eyes again, everything was still the same. It was official: this was real. He had no idea how, but it was real.

Just then, the door to the mares' shower began to open. Soarin froze. He didn't know who was about to walk through that door and right now, he was a little conflicted. On one hand, he didn't want anypony to see him in his current condition. On the other hand, whoever it was might be able to help him if he could get their attention.

Soarin watched as two mares emerged from the showers. The first was his commander, Spitfire, and the second was his teammate and marefriend, Rainbow Dash. Both of them were wearing towels wrapped around their torsos and on their heads. Soarin couldn't believe how huge they were compared to him. Each time they stepped, the ground shook beneath him. Regardless, he knew he had to get them to notice him so they could help him out.

"So Dash, you ready to give a hundred and ten percent today?" Spitfire asked, pulling the towel off of her head and dropping it on the bench next to where Soarin stood.

"Are you kidding?" Rainbow replied, doing the same with her head towel. "I'm ready to give a hundred and twenty percent. Nothing like a hot shower to soothe the muscles for a long day of training."

"Ain't that the truth."

Soarin couldn't help but watch as both mares removed their body towels. Luckily, they were both wearing sports underwear to cover up their more private parts. He knew it wasn't polite to stare, but he just couldn't resist Rainbow's amazingly toned body. Her chiseled stomach, her muscular arms and legs, her strong wings and her perfectly fit flank. There were also those glistening magenta eyes and that flowing multi-colored mane. And don't even get him started on her glorious breasts. They were just like two big, round globes that jiggled whenever she laughed. He was very lucky to have such a gorgeous mare love him so much and he knew it.

Spitfire was pretty hot as well (pun intended). She and Soarin had dated once before, but shortly before meeting Rainbow Dash again at the Grand Galloping Gala, they broke up when Spitfire decided that it was unprofessional for a commanding officer and her lieutenant to be in a romantic relationship. She had no problem with Soarin dating Rainbow, though, since the two of them clearly meant the world to each other.

"By the way," Spitfire began, "how'd you and Soarin's date go last night?"

"It was awesome," Rainbow Dash replied. "We went out to dinner and then we hung out at the roller rink. Of course, we decided to have a little race to see who could make it to ten laps first and to make it more interesting, we added a little bet."

"Oh yeah? What was it?"

"Loser had to have sex with the winner," she said with a sly glint in her eye. Both mares got a big laugh out of that. Once again, Soarin was hypnotized by the blue pony's jiggling breasts.

"Yeah, he and I did something like that once or twice," Spitfire recalled humorously, pulling her Wonderbolt's uniform out of her locker. "It was wicked. He sure knows how to make a girl feel special, doesn't he?"

"Oh yeah," Dash agreed.

The tiny stallion smiled proudly at all the praise he was hearing, but he didn't have time to bask in it for long. Instead, he was beholding Spitfire's colossal rear as it was about to come crashing down on him like a big, round, flaming meteor. Soarin flew out of the way as quick as he could and managed to land safely just in the knick of time. Spitfire sat down with a great big ground-shaking CRASH. That was too close a call and it reminded Soarin that he had to get one of the gigantic mares to notice him before he really did get squashed.

"Hey. You're sitting on my uniform," said Rainbow Dash.

"Oh, sorry." Spitfire stood back up after she had gotten both of her legs into her own uniform.

As Rainbow reached down to pick up her flight suit, poor Soarin could barely move. He wanted to fly away to safety, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even get them to open.

The giant rainbow-maned mare grabbed her uniform and began to put it on with, unbeknownst to her, her nano coltfriend inside. She started by sitting down and slipping both of her legs into it. Next, she slid her arms in, all with Soarin struggling to hold on the entire time, still unable to fly. Finally, Rainbow shifted the flaps of her zipper, which was where Soarin was, over her chest. It was a little snug, but it still fit. The little blue pegasus found himself pressed up against his marefriend's enormous boobs. Many times, he had fantasized about being in this position, but now that it was finally happening, he barely had any time to enjoy it.

Lucky for him, her zipper got stuck half-way up her stomach, giving him time to figure out what to do next. Realizing he would probably never get a chance like this again, he decided to squeeze his way into Rainbow Dash's nice soft cleavage and hang out for a minute. Sure, it was kind of bumpy with her struggling with that zipper, but he didn't really mind. He just enjoyed the undulation as he laid nestled between his marefriend's two soft, colossal, marshmallowy bosoms. The steady sound of her heartbeat and the intoxicating smell of her orange-scented body wash soothed his nerves and nearly sent him drifting off to sleep.

"You need any help with that?" Spitfire offered.

"Nah, I totally got it," Rainbow insisted, even though it didn't look like it. "You know, I've actually picked up a few tricks for making Soarin feel pretty special, too. Like, did you see his face when I acted like Rarity and did that whole 'Rainbow Fash' thing?" she went on with a chuckle.

Spitfire giggled in reply. "Yeah, he's always been a sucker for the sexy eye flutter." She fluttered her own eyelashes the same way as an example.

"Yeah. Sometimes, I still do it just to mess with him," Rainbow chortled.

"He's almost as big of a sucker for that as he is for big boobs. But it looks like you know all about that."

"Very funny." Dash was growing more and more annoyed that her zipper wouldn't budge. "I don't why I can't get this dang thing to--" At last, the zipper broke loose. "There we go."

Soarin realized that fun time was over. As Rainbow zipped up her suit the rest of the way, he flew out as fast as he could to avoid getting trapped. Once that was over, he flew upward towards Dash's face and called her name as loud as he could to get her attention, but he still went unheard. And then, to make things worse, Rainbow started to take a deep breath in. Soarin fought against the current, but the force of her inhale was too strong and he got sucked right into her nose.

The inside of Rainbow Dash's nose was dark, damp and sticky, with long squiggly hairs growing out of the walls. Soarin tried to crawl out, but his legs were stuck tight. Dash must've felt his movements because he felt another harsh wind as she sniffed and groaned. He realized that there was only one way out of there. He started flapping his wings, tickling the walls of her sinus with his feathers. He knew it was working as he felt her breath start to hitch and heard her say "Hang on. There's something in my nose. I gotta..." Rainbow tilted her head back and Soarin braced for launch, praying for a soft landing.

"Ya-CHOO!" Rainbow sneezed, shooting the tiny stallion out of her nostril and into her palm. Spitfire responded with a "Gesundheit." When the blue mare looked down at her hand, what she saw nearly made her faint. Right there in her hand, lying disoriented and covered in disgusting mucus, was her coltfriend.

"Soarin?!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed in shock. "What the heck happened to you?!"

The tiny pegasus picked himself up and started brushing off the snot. "Believe me, I wish I knew," he said with a hint of frustration.

"Well, you look like you've had quite the ride," Spitfire chimed in playfully.

"You have no idea."

The Dragon's Greatest Treasure

As Spike opened his eyes, all he could see was a shade of bright red all around him. The young adult dragon woke up from his slumber with a jolt, shocked to discover that he was not in his own bed anymore. As he took in his surroundings, he realized that the walls felt just like flower pedals and that everything smelled like roses. He had no idea how or why, but for some reason, he had woken up laying inside a giant rose.

As he climbed out carefully to the edge to see what the outside was like, he found himself inside the bedroom of his marefriend Rarity. Except something wasn't quite right. Everything seemed so much bigger than normal. And why the hay was he inside a giant flower?!

Then suddenly, the door creaked open and there she stood. The most beautiful, elegant and fashionable mare in all of Ponyville, with a figure that drove every stallion crazy. It may have taken a long time, but Spike was incredibly thankful to have finally earned Rarity's heart. Even though she only agreed to officially go out with him once he was of proper age, it was worth it. Around her neck, she wore the necklace adorned with the fire ruby he had given her.

Spike couldn't take his eyes off of the beautiful white unicorn as she approached the dresser he was on, stomping more loudly with each step. He called out as loud as he could so that she would notice him. It seemed to work as she turned her face in his direction. A smile lit up her face and she let out a happy sigh. Spike had given Rarity the roses yesterday as a gift for their anniversary and she absolutely loved them. Now they sat in a vase on her dresser as a reminder of that wonderful day.

Rarity reached out her hand and picked up one of the flowers. The same one that little Spike was in. The force of the movement sent the tiny dragon tumbling backwards. A sense of dread washed over him as the giant mare lifted the flower up to her muzzle to smell its lovely fragrance. Spike struggled to hold onto the stamen, but the force of Rarity's sniff was too strong and he was sucked right up into her nostril.

It was dark, damp, hairy and sticky. Spike didn't know how he was going to get out, though he had a rather frightening idea. His fears were confirmed as he heard Rarity's breath starting to hitch and felt her head tilting back. "Ah...ahh...ahhh....!" Spike closed his eyes and prepared for launch.

"H-Ha-CHOOO!" Rarity sneezed, landing her tiny drakefriend in the palm of her hand. Instead of looking down and seeing him there, however, she wiped her hand on her shirt, causing him to stick to her chest. "Oh Heavens!" she exclaimed. "I do hope I'm not developing hay fever. Roses have never made me sneeze before."

As Spike regained his wits after that disorienting ordeal, he took a moment to figure out where he was. As it turned out, he was lying face down on Rarity's massive left breast. Astonished, he moved his hand in a circular motion like he was scrubbing it to get a feel for its soft, marshmallowy texture, just to be sure he was indeed correct. Rarity must have felt him there since the next thing he saw was her giant hand instinctively coming down on the tender area. Spike probably would've been spotted if he hadn't panicked and tumbled down into the enormous crevasse that was his marefriend's cleavage. Her hand quickly scratched the itchy spot.

"Perhaps I'm catching a cold," Rarity reasoned. "I must start drinking fluids and resting right away just in case. I don't want to risk being too sick to take Spike to the opera on Friday." Spike groaned internally. He hated operas. He could never understand a word that was sung and was always completely confused the entire time. Still, as long as he was spending time with his favorite mare, he usually found it more bearable.

In the meantime, Spike decided to make himself comfortable in between the two big cushions that made up Rarity's magnificent bust. Even though his common sense told him he should really try harder to get her attention, he just found it impossible to resist the cozy, relaxing motion created by her walking. It was like resting on a tube in a swimming pool, mixed with the rhythmic sound of her beating heart and the soothing aroma of her lavender perfume.

When Rarity poured a glass of orange juice and swallowed a big sip of it, Spike could hear it running down her throat, sounding almost like a waterfall. He was starting to feel like he could stay like this forever because he really was in paradise right now.

The giant unicorn made her way back to her bedroom and crawled into her bed to take a nap and hopefully fight off this "cold." As she lifted up the covers to lie down, the ride started getting too shaky for Spike and he started feeling like he was going to puke. Rarity lay down on her side, wrapping her body in the thick blankets. Her arms were squeezing her breasts so hard that the tiny dragon could barely breathe. He pushed as hard as he could to free himself before he got crushed. Finally, he popped out and landed on the nice soft sheet.

Spike gasped desperately for air, coughing as he did so. When he was once again able to breathe, he got to his feet carefully and stretched out his back. Then, summoning all the strength he could, he climbed up onto the flowery pillow up to Rarity's sleeping face. As beautiful as she was when she slept, he just had to wake her up so she could help him before anything terrible happened. Spike shouted as loud as her could, but his calls were drowned out by the sound of the mare's heavy breathing. He took a long, deep breath, drawing a ton of air into his lungs. Unfortunately for him, Rarity unconsciously did the same and before Spike could shout his loudest cry yet, he was blown back by the huge gust of wind blowing from her nose.

Spike's back slammed into Rarity's forearm. It hurt a little bit, but it was soft enough to not do any major damage. Clearly, he was going to have to think of another plan. And then it hit him. Maybe he could tickle her awake. He slid down the pillow and started making his way to the most ticklish part of Rarity's body: her belly. Crawling under the bedsheets to get there was like venturing into a deep dark cave with only the faintest light from outside to guide him.

At last, he reached his destination. He grabbed the bottom of the colossal mare's shirt and pulled it up to reveal her vast, smooth, white tummy. It was as if he were pulling back a grand stage curtain and showing off a great blank canvas. Once Rarity's belly was adequately exposed, the mischievous little dragon was ready to commence with the rude awakening.

He began to twiddle his fingers all up and down Rarity's belly, spreading his arms as far and wide as he could reach. The great wall started twitching irritably and he started to hear a faint giggle from up ahead. His plan was working. He began running up and down the length of the belly to increase the tickle even more. Soon enough, Rarity was jerking rapidly and giggling harder as she woke.

Suddenly, Rarity screamed and jumped out of bed. "OH CELESTIA! THERE'S A FILTHY VERMIN IN MY BED!!!" she shouted. Spike tried to tell her it was him and begged her not to hurt him, but she picked up a shoe and started whacking the bed with it to try and kill the "vermin." The terrified little dragon found cover underneath a pillow and waited a little while to catch his breath. Rarity lifted the pillow and prepared to strike the final blow, until she finally got a good look at what she was aiming for and filled with shock and regret. It was no vermin. It was her drakefriend!

"Spike?! Is... is that you?!" Rarity asked.

"Y-Yeah! It's me, Rarity! Don't hurt me!" Spike pleaded.

The white mare put the shoe down and picked up her tiny boyfriend in the palms of her hands.

"Oh my gosh! I am so, SO sorry! I had no idea! Are you alright, darling?"

"Yeah, don't worry! I'm fine!"

"Oh, thank goodness. Why are you so tiny?"

"I have no idea. I really need your help.

"Well don't you worry, Spikey-Wikey. You can count on me to keep you safe. However..." A sly smirk crept across her face. "...now that I've gotten a good look at you, I must say you're actually quite adorable like this."

Hearing that made Spike's face turn bright red, which made Rarity chuckle a bit. She leaned in and ever so gently planted a kiss on his forehead. Spike didn't know how he got in this situation, but at least he has somepony as amazing as Rarity to help him through it.

One Hundred Layers of Fun

The sun shone brightly through the window, causing a certain yellow-orange cheese-colored stallion to stir from his slumber. Cheese Sandwich opened his eyes to greet the new day with a smile like he always did. Only this day, something was off. Instead of his soft, warm sandwich bed, he was lying on a surface of hard, cold marble. As he looked around, he noticed that he was surrounded by....... giant cooking supplies? There was a huge bag of flour, a box of cake mix, a wooden spoon for stirring, etc. He was even lying in the shade of an enormous mixing bowl.

Roaming around on the hard and potentially slippery stone surface beneath him, Cheese recognized his surroundings as the kitchen in Sugar Cube Corner. For some reason, though, everything seemed so much... bigger than he remembered. How he ended up here at only a couple inches tall, sleeping on the countertop was a mystery to him. Maybe it was just a dream, but if not, maybe somepony could explain it to him when they got here, or at least be able to help him.

Suddenly, the tiny orange stallion heard the sound of somepony running down the stairs. Speak of the devil. The flap doors to the kitchen burst open and there she was. The perkiest, most energetic mare in all of Ponyville, with the beautiful bright pink coat and luscious poofy hair. The pony Cheese Sandwich was lucky to call his marefriend: Pinkie Pie.

When Cheese saw her, he could couldn't believe how much she towered over him. "Great Gargantuan Gorgonzola!" he exclaimed. If he had to guess, he'd say she was about eighty cakes tall. She was so happy that she was hopping with glee as she entered the kitchen, creating an earthquake every time she landed. This mare was clearly excited about something.

"OhmygoshohmygoshOHMYGOSH!!!" Pinkie exclaimed rapidly. "This is going to be the single most rooftastic birthday cake OF ALL TIME!!! Nothing but the best for my precious Cheesy-Weezy!"

It was true. Cheese Sandwich's birthday was coming up the next day and Pinkie had already Pinkie Promised to give him the greatest party ever and the most "rooftastic" cake ever, as she said. He was incredibly flattered that she was going to such great lengths for him. Her commitment to spreading joy to everypony no matter what the occasion was just one of the many things he loved about her.

As Pinkie picked up the cake mix to begin making the batter, she started making up a little rap tune about baking a cake and dancing along with it. Cheese Sandwich, meanwhile, just stood there and watched. He'd be lying if he said he didn't really enjoy watching Pinkie dance, especially since her dancing involved a lot of booty movement. The pink mare had a very curvaceous and plump rump and the way she shook it when she danced was practically hypnotic.

Even so, as much as Cheese would've loved to keep watching Pinkie work it, he knew he had to find some way to make her notice him despite his diminutive stature. He tried calling out her name, but she was so busy mixing and rapping that it was no use. As he thought hard to come up with another idea, Pinkie picked up a nearby pepper shaker, ready to add some of it to the mix.

"And just a dash of..." she said, shaking the can with a little too much vigor. The entire lid fell off and suddenly there was black pepper floating everywhere. "Oopsie," she squeaked. "This is way too much pepper for a... a..." she was cut off when she felt the pepper starting to work its way into her nose. Cheese Sandwich looked up and saw the gigantic mare covering her nose with her finger, preparing to unleash a monstrous sneeze. The miniature party pony panicked and ran for his life, but it was too late.

"ATCHOO!!" Pinkie sneezed. The force of her wind sent her tiny coltfriend hurdling towards the end of the counter. He would've fallen off the edge if he hadn't grabbed onto the corners and pulled himself back up with all his might.

"Phew! 'Scuse me," Pinkie said with a sniff. "Guess I'll have to sweep this up later." She started to get back to work, but suddenly, something stopped her. "Wait a minute. Something's not right here," she observed, glancing around the table suspiciously. Cheese wondered if the giant party pony had finally sensed his presence. "Oh, silly me! I almost forgot the mozzarella and provolone! I can't make a birthday cake for Cheese Sandwich without cheese. Duh!"

"Ah, crackers," Cheese mumbled disappointedly. When Pinkie turned around to grab the cheeses out of the cabinet, the little stallion got an amazing view of her perfect colossal rear and that gave him an idea. But he had to move fast or he might lose his chance. Stealing his nerves, Cheese Sandwich took a huge leap of faith off the counter, landing miraculously on the left side of Pinkie's posterior.

If he couldn't make Pinkie see or hear him, he'd just have to make her feel him. And there was only one way to do that. He quickly changed into his lederhosen and began climbing up Pinkie's rump like a mountain. When he finally reached the top of her cheek, he slipped under her shirt and shimmied his way around to the front. He stared up at the big pink wall that was Pinkie Pie's belly. He knew what he was doing was really dangerous, but it had to be done. Besides, he had secretly always wanted to do it anyway.

Cheese Sandwich started tickling Pinkie's belly as hard as he could, spreading his arms out to their fullest length. It seemed to work as Cheese heard Pinkie giggling and felt his surroundings vibrating rapidly. It made it hard for him to keep his balance, but luckily, there was a layer of pink cloth keeping him in place. Pretty soon, the pink mare was rolling on the floor laughing her head off, unable to stand the sensation much longer.

Wondering what could be tickling her so much, she lifted up her shirt and, to her surprise, found a very small version of her coltfriend. She picked him up carefully with her fingers and brought him up to her face.

"Cheese?!" she asked loudly, her eyes wide with shock. "Is that you?!"

"Yes ma'am-ee!" Cheese answered with an awkward giggle.

"Oh my gosh! How did you get so.... so.... CUTE?! I mean, I could just eat you up right now!"

The orange pony chuckled nervously. "Please don't. I've been through so much I'm probably all moldy by now." Both ponies got a nice laugh out of that comment.

"I should've known it was you anyway. You're the only pony who knows my favorite tickle spot."

"Hey, I had to get you to notice me somehow. I have no idea how I got this little, but on the bright side, there's so much more of you for me to love, my big Pinkie-Winkie!"

"Aww! Come here, my little Cheesy-Weezy!"

Pinkie then proceeded to plant a great big smooch on the tiny pony's head, nearly drowning him in saliva. It was a bit gross, but he kinda liked it.

"Wanna help me clean up all this pepper?" Pinkie asked.

"Only if you wear nose plugs," Cheese replied, not wishing to relive the same incident more than once.

Book Club

As Celestia's sun rose in the distance, the crow of a rooster arose the brawny stallion Big Macintosh from his slumber. Opening his eyes, he noticed that his bed felt unusually hard and stiff. Then he rubbed his eyes and got a good look at his surroundings. He was shocked to discover that somehow he had awoken in Fluttershy's living room. Not only that, but the whole place seemed a whole lot bigger than usual. The vase of flowers next to him was the size of a monolith.

The realization hit Big Mac, or rather Small Mac, like a ton of bricks. By some strange twist of fate, he had been shrunken in his sleep and ended up on Fluttershy's coffee table! The red apple farmer took a deep breath and tried to process his situation.

Before he could, however, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. He turned around and, at the top of the stairs, there she stood. The kindest, gentlest, most timid pony in all of Ponyville. The beautiful, sweet animal lover (and Big Mac lover) Fluttershy. The yellow pegasus descended the staircase carrying a plate of tea and hors d' oeuvres. Each step she took felt like a bigger tremor than the last. She loomed over the red puny pony like a tower in Manehattan. When she was about to set the tray down on the table, Big Mac had to move out of the way quickly to avoid getting flattened.

Big Mac felt his heart beat out of his chest from such a close call. He tried calling up to Fluttershy to let her know he was there, but his calls went completely unheard. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, the loud noise booming against the farmer's tiny eardrums. "Oh my gosh! They're here!" Fluttershy gasped, power walking toward the front door.

The yellow mare opened the door and two ponies greeted her. The school teacher, Cheerilee, and Pinkie Pie's meek little sister, Marble Pie. Both mares that Big Mac had once had crushes on. Fluttershy mentioned that she was having the two of them over for book club that day.

"Hello, Cheerilee. Hello, Marble," she greeted her guests. "I'm so glad you could make it today."

"Good morning, Fluttershy," Cheerilee replied. "We wouldn't have missed this for the world. Right, Marble?"

"Mmhm," the grey pony said quietly.

"Please come in. Help yourselves to the tea and sandwiches on the table," said Fluttershy.

Big Mac couldn't help but feel a little awkward, what with his current marefriend and two of his ex-crushes all being in the same room together. Truth be told, for a while, he couldn't decide who he wanted to be with most. He had known Cheerilee the longest, but hadn't really felt attracted to her until the CMCs put the two of them under that love spell. After it wore off, they pretended to go out together once just to mess with them, but he had to admit, she was quite the attractive mare. Not to mention smart, caring and.... well, cheery. According to Apple Bloom, a lot of the colts in her class had trouble paying attention to the lessons because of the teacher's beauty, which Big Mac thought was adorable.

Then there was Marble Pie. She was really cute and sweet and all and he felt like they really connected during that Hearth's Warming they spent together at her farm, but she was almost impossible to carry a conversation with. Not that he was much for conversation himself, but still.

Fluttershy was the whole package: smart, sweet, beautiful and adorably timid, yet still fun to talk to. However, shyness was a prominent trait that they both shared and Big Mac knew that if they were going to be together, he had to pony up and make the first move. He was so glad he did, too, because he really couldn't ask for a better mare to be with than Fluttershy.

Each of the giant mares took a seat around the table. Fluttershy pulled out a hardcover book. "Alright. Did you both bring your own copies of Lord of the Parasprites like I asked?" she said while her guests each enjoyed a mini-sandwich.

"Mmhm," Marble responded, presenting her own book.

"Sure did," Cheerilee chirped, showing off hers.

"Great! It really is an amazing story so far, isn't it? Oh, all those poor little foals. I hope they all make it home safely in the end."

Big Mac grew a little nervous. He had read that book before and...... she might be a bit disappointed.

In the meantime, however, the tiny stallion had to get these mares to realize he was there, but how? Just then, he heard the sound of something hopping across the floor. It was the ironically named Angel the rabbit entering the room. That gave Big Mac an idea. He called down to the little white bunny, who looked up and saw the once tall, mighty stallion standing on a coffee table at only an inch and a half tall. The rabbit broke down laughing at the shrunken pony, who was very unamused.

"Eeyup. Laugh it up, cottontail," he said. "Listen. I'll give you a whole basket of freshly plucked carrots if you help me get Fluttershy's attention."

Angel thought for a second. He wasn't really a fan of Fluttershy and Big Mac's relationship. In fact, on more than one occasion, he had deliberately gotten in the way when the two of them wanted to be alone together, as if he wanted Fluttershy all to himself. Still, he agreed to give the guy a paw just this once. He let Big Mac jump onto his head and hopped away.

But he didn't hop toward Fluttershy. Instead, Angel sprung into the lap of Marble, who seemed kind of resistant to let the fuzzy animal get so close to her. Big Mac figured it didn't really matter as long as someone noticed him, but Marble seemed like she was close to panicking, especially when Angel leapt up onto her chest. The shy grey mare rubbed her nose and sniffed. Her breath started to hitch and her head tilted back as she prepared to sneeze. The little farm pony tried to shield himself behind Angel's ears, but it was no use.

"Achoo!" Marble's sneeze blew the tiny pony off of Angel's head and sent him hurdling back to the table. He landed on one of the mini-sandwiches still on the plate. For such a timid pony, she sure had a big sneeze.

"Oh my!" Fluttershy gasped. "I'm sorry, Marble Pie. I forgot you were allergic to bunnies."

Marble Pie rubbed her nose as Angel jumped down onto the floor. She smiled to show that it was alright.

"Um, Angel. Would you mind waiting in the bedroom until Marble leaves? I'd really appreciate it."

Angel nodded and started to leave, but not before stopping to give a smug look to his little bug-sized friend.

"You knew that was gonna happen, didn't you?" asked the angry micro-stallion. The sly little fuzzball gave a mischievous laugh and hopped away.

"Mmm! Fluttershy, these mini-sandwiches are delicious," Cheerilee remarked, finishing off the one she'd been eating. She reached down to grab another one off the plate. The one Big Mac was currently resting on. The micro work pony panicked, trying to figure out what to do next. As the giant magenta mare opened her mouth to take a bite, Big Mac decided to jump for it, landing on her rather large breast. He bounced and slid into her cleavage. He had to duck and hide when her hand came up to scratch the itch he had made.

This wasn't quite where he imagined he'd find himself and he certainly didn't mean to invade Cheerilee's body like this, but.... he had to admit it was quite cozy. It was like resting in a bed made of two soft, fluffy balloons. And she smelled like fresh violets. No wonder so many colts had trouble focusing in class. Listening to the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat, Big Mac completely forgot what he'd been trying to do.

Suddenly, the teacher shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. "Is it getting a little chilly in here, or is it just me?" she asked.

"I can turn up the heat if you want," Fluttershy offered.

"That's okay. I brought a sweater."

Hearing that brought the tiny stallion back to reality. He managed to squeeze his way out of Cheerilee's cleavage just as she was about to put on her bright red sweater. Just before he could get covered, he jumped out of the way and landed on the nice soft couch.

Or maybe not that soft, since he still felt a little sore from hitting it. Nevertheless, it was still better than being suffocated under a bunch of thick wool, but just barely. Then he remembered his mission. He still had to find a way to be noticed. He looked up at his monolithic marefriend Fluttershy. It was incredible how huge she was. She looked like a gorgeous giant nature goddess with her long mane flowing down her shoulder like a waterfall made of cotton candy and her big wonderfully toned bottom filling out those black yoga pants perfectly.

Then it hit him. The only way to get Fluttershy to notice him was for Big Mac to climb all the way up her body to her face and talk to her directly. It wasn't going to be easy and it might take him all day, but he was a pretty strong climber. After doing a couple of warm-up stretches, he gripped the cloth of the giant pony's pants and started climbing. When he pulled on the fabric, he could see parts of her skin through the openings, but there was no time to feel embarrassed about it. He had to get to Fluttershy's face.

It wasn't long before the pegasus mare felt something crawling up the rear of her pants. It made her heart jump a little at first, but when she looked down, she saw what looked like a fire ant. She pinched it carefully in her fingers and pulled it up to her face. Oddly enough, she could've sworn she heard it screaming. Upon closer inspection, she realized that what she had found was no fire ant and the discovery of who it really was made her spit out her tea.

"What's wrong, Fluttershy?" Cheerilee asked.

"You won't believe this, but... I think I just found... Big Macintosh!"

"Big Macintosh?" Cheerilee said, confused. When she and Marble took a closer look, however, they saw that she was right. Cheerilee's heart skipped a beat and Marble nearly choked on her sandwich.

Fluttershy looked at the tiny stallion closer. "Big Mac? Is that you?" she asked cautiously.

"Eeyup," he responded.

She couldn't believe it. "Oh gosh! Have you been here the whole time?!"

"Eeyup."

"I'm so sorry we didn't see you there sooner! You're not hurt are you?"

"Nope."

"Oh good. I'd hate for anything to happen to you just because we didn't see you there."

"Do you know how you got so small?" asked Cheerilee.

"Nope."

"Well, don't worry," Fluttershy reassured. "We'll take good care of you until you're back to normal. Right girls?"

"Mmhm," Marble agreed.

"Absolutely," said Cheerilee.

Big Mac smiled. Hopefully, he'd be able to live up to his name again soon, but until then, at least he had his sweet marefriend and two other kind ponies to watch out for him in the meantime.

Dancing in the Twilight Moon

Light shimmered off the crystal walls of the Castle of Friendship, pouring in from the windows. It was bright enough to cause a drowsy unicorn mare to stir from her slumber. A mare with a milky white coat and a maroon mane with purple streaks and pink beads in it. Moondancer opened her eyes and reached for her glasses. When she put them on, she was surprised to find herself in the castle. And while the cushion she was lying on was comfortable, she distinctly remembered falling asleep in her own bed the previous night. How she ended up in Twilight's private study she hadn't the foggiest idea.

Something else, she noticed, was wrong, too. Everything around her seemed so much... larger than normal. It was as if she had somehow been.... shrunken down while she slept? But how was that possible? Did she somehow do it to herself? Unicorns accidentally casting spells in their sleep was not unheard of, but it was very rare. She figured somepony must've done this to her as a prank.

Moondancer's thought process was interrupted when she heard loud footsteps coming from down the hall. She counted her blessings. Whoever it was would surely be able to help her solve this predicament. The door swung open and there she stood. The Princess of Friendship herself. The pony that Moondancer had harbored deep feelings for ever since their days in school. The lovely Twilight Sparkle.

Twilight entered the room, causing a loud *BOOM* every time she stepped. From the shrunken Moondancer's perspective, she looked like a towering giant. A beautiful and adorable giant, but a giant nonetheless. As the alicorn searched around the room, a book under her arm, the tiny unicorn shouted up at her to try and get her attention. Alas, her cries went unheard thanks to her diminutive size.

Twilight magically closed the blinds of the windows, making sure that she had total privacy (or so she thought). She then proceeded to take off her shirt, revealing her rather generous breasts being held up by a frilly white bra. Moondancer's face became as red as a tomato as she watched her marefriend undress. She had to cover her nose with both hands just to contain her awkward excitement. It was a little known secret that the Princess of Friendship had a habit of reading in her underwear when she was all alone. The feeling of total privacy just made her feel so liberated. Starlight was off visiting with Sunburst in the Crystal Empire and she hadn't seen Spike all morning, so the timing was perfect. Little did she know that her marefriend was in the room with her watching her every move.

As Twilight pulled down her pants to reveal a pair of panties that matched her bra, Moondancer knew that if she looked on much longer, she might pass out. She averted her gaze and tried to get her mind off of it by thinking of something else, but then she saw a large shadow starting to loom over her. She looked up and saw Twilight's gigantic round butt coming down on her. The tiny mare ran as fast as she could to avoid getting crushed, but pretty soon, she found herself pinned to the sofa cushion under the princess's enormous derriere.

It was a miracle that Moondancer was even able to breathe at all. Her head and arms were free, but the pressure on her lower body was tremendous. She called as loud as her stifled breath would allow her, but it was no use. She struggled with all her might to get out from under Twilight's bottom. Eventually, she managed to wiggle herself loose enough to squeeze herself out past her bottom. Finally, she was able to free her legs and tail, taking in the oxygen that she desperately needed.

"Honestly, would it kill her to look before she sits?" the minuscule mare wondered aloud angrily to herself. She'd have to find another way to get the giant alicorn's attention. Moondancer examined Twilight's body all up and down, trying to think of what she could do. The purple mare was busy reading through a science book illuminated by her horn light. Then Moondancer noticed Twilight's exposed belly and she got a great idea. Although, first she'd have to get to it, but that shouldn't be too much of a hassle. Moondancer's horn lit up and then the magic aura covered her whole body as she levitated herself high up past Twilight's monolithic thigh, coming to rest on her lap.

Moondancer stared up in awe of Twilight's massive purple belly. This was going to be a bumpy ride, but she did what she had to do. She began to tickle the giant mare's belly as hard as possible and before long, she got a reaction. Twilight's body jerked around as she giggled and laughed. Moondancer was sure it wouldn't be long now before she was discovered. But then Twilight started to fall over on her side. The puny pony in her lap couldn't keep her balance and tumbled right onto the sofa. She didn't stop rolling until she bumped straight into Twilight's breast.

Twilight regained her composure. She didn't know what had made her laugh so much, but she decided to wait and figure it out after she'd finished the chapter she was on. As she sat back up, Moondancer panicked and grabbed onto the fabric of her bra. Twilight sat right side up again, completely unaware of the micro mare dangling from her right breast.

Moondancer had to act fast before she lost her grip and fell. She pretended she was on a set of monkey bars at the playground, swung her arms out in front of each other and gripped her marefriend's bra as hard as she could. It took all of her strength, but finally Moondancer managed to pull herself out of danger for the moment, only to find herself wedged between Twilight's monumental breasts.

The tiny unicorn had to stop to recover her strength, but honestly, she couldn't have asked for a better place to do it. It was funny. For such a modest, intellectual and nerdy pony, Twilight had a rather decent-sized bust. It made it a little hard for her to avoid getting a few stares, especially from stallions. Not that she ever paid them any mind. Moondancer couldn't help feeling at bliss as she sat nestled in her nice soft cleavage. Twilight's boobs were more comfortable than any mattress she'd ever lied on.

Just then, Twilight noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Something weird was sticking out of her cleavage. When she pulled it out and got a good look at it, she spat out her tea. Or she would have if she'd been drinking tea. She couldn't believe her eyes. In her hand was a tiny version of her marefriend Moondancer!

"Moondancer?!" she exclaimed. "Is that really you?!"

"Yes!" Moondancer said in frustration. "Finally, you notice me! Do you know what I've been through just to get your attention?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't-- Wait. Was that you that was tickling me?"

"Yeah," the white unicorn answered sheepishly. "Also, I... may have watched you undress earlier."

Twilight looked at her with stern eyes and then stifled a giggle. "Well, I'll bet you enjoyed that, huh?" Moondancer shrugged and smiled sheepishly at her. "I'm so sorry I didn't notice you sooner," she apologized.

"It's okay. I know how you are when you get really into a book."

Twilight showed her gratitude for her marefriend's forgiveness with a delicate little smooch on her head, making her face light up with a big smile. "Now come on," she said. "Let's see if we can find some way to change you back to--"

Her sentence was interrupted by a knock on the door. Twilight quickly put her clothes back on, placed Moondancer on her shoulder and hurried downstairs to answer it. When she opened the door, she saw all five of her best friends carrying tiny versions of their coltfriends. It turned out the situation was even worse than she thought, but at least she knew she and Moondancer weren't alone.

"You guys, too, huh?" she asked.

"Yep," they all said in unison.

Author's Note

What? I never said all the pairings would be hetero.

The Big Show

Prince Blueblood, the royal unicorn stallion with the alabaster coat and golden blonde mane, woke with a start to discover that he was not in his royal sleeping quarters. In fact, this room didn't seem to be a bedroom at all. One look around and he recognized it as the dressing room of his marefriend, who happened to be a performer. There was a rack of different costumes against the wall, a tall divider for privacy when changing, and for some reason.... enormous make-up products all around him.

As the prince turned around, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. His heart jumped out of his chest when he realized that he had been shrunk down to a mere two inches tall. He was panicking so much that he barely had any time to process his situation. He heard the door click, signaling that somepony was about to walk in, and hid quickly behind a bottle of perfume. As the door opened, in entered his talented and elegant marefriend, the Great and Powerful, and most importantly beautiful, Trixie Lulamoon.

Prince Blueblood took a moment to drink in the unicorn mare's beauty. Her alluring azure coat, her shining silver mane, those dazzling violet-colored eyes, and a chest like a balcony one could watch the opera from. She was absolutely everything he'd ever wanted in a mare.

They had first met when she came to perform her magic show at the Grand Galloping Gala. She was so dazzling that he just had to go backstage and meet her. The two of them had been together ever since. He liked to think he treated her rather well, giving her jewelry and glamorous outfits and anything else she wanted. Even her own room in Canterlot Castle. He just loved to show her off at social events as his "star-studded sweetheart." And don't even get him started on her ability to make love. She was a magician on stage AND in bed. Their relationship may have been superficial, but neither one of them really cared, so long as they both got what they wanted out of it.

Of course, normally, Trixie wasn't this.... GIGANTIC! Every step of her foot shook the Earth and made it hard for the shrunken prince to keep his balance on the vanity table. He yelled as loud as he could, hoping that she would hear him and find him there, but his efforts seemed fruitless. Trixie had no way of knowing that Blueblood was even in the room.

The giant mare sat down at her mirror to give herself a touch-up. She picked up the eyeliner and began applying it gently to her lashes. The tiny stallion in front of her was growing more and more frustrated. He was about to call up to her one more time, but before he could, Trixie bent over for a closer look at her reflection and Blueblood was distracted by her colossal breasts. He had never seen a pair so big before. It was too good to be true and much too golden an opportunity to pass up. He decided that there was really no hurry for him to grow back to normal if it meant he could have a little fun first.

Before Trixie could sit up straight again, the micro stallion sprinted and jumped headfirst into her cavernous cleavage. It was warm and soft and it smelled like fresh juniper thanks to her perfume. Glorious. Absolutely glorious.

Trixie felt an odd tickling feeling between her breasts, like something was stuck in her cleavage. She reached in and was shocked to find what, or whom, she had plucked out.

"Blueblood?! Is that you?!" She exclaimed with wide, buggy eyes.

"Ah, hello, my darling!" said the tiny prince with the utmost elegance. "As you can see, I'm in a bit of a... tight squeeze here." The giant mare rolled her eyes as he chuckled at his own lousy pun. "I don't suppose you know any magic spells that can fix this? I do have a very important engagement this afternoon and I simply CANNOT arrive in this humiliating state. Be a dear and get on with it, will you?"

Trixie's mind wandered back to the previous day when her coltfriend had allowed her to sit in on an important royal meeting with the princesses. She had wanted to speak up and offer her own opinions, but he told her to just sit down and be quiet, which she did not appreciate. And then he had the gaul to say that her hands felt 'too sticky' just because she had waffles with maple syrup for breakfast that morning. She knew for a fact that she had washed it all off before going to the meeting that day, but apparently, His Royal Snobbishness disagreed. Of all the nerve! And in front of all the princesses, no less!

At that moment, Trixie got a very sinister idea. "Actually, I've got a better idea," she said with an evil smirk.

With the prince in the palm of her hand, the towering magician brought him up to her huge nostrils and took a big, deep inhale. "What are you doing?!" he asked in a panic, but before he got an answer, he was sniffed deep into Trixie's nose. It was dark and damp and he was getting completely covered in disgusting mucus. He struggled and squirmed to get loose. "TRIXIE!" he shouted. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! GET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!"

"Oh, don't worry. You'll be out in no time," she taunted. "With all that wiggling around you're doing, I think I feel a sneeze coming on."

"You would't dare!"

It turned out she would dare. As the irritation he caused grew more and more severe, her breath started hitching. The length of the build-up suggested that this sneeze was definitely going to be a big one. Prince Blueblood couldn't do anything except steady himself and prepare for blast off.

"AH-CHOOO!" Trixie sneezed and shot the miniature stallion right into her hands. Looking down at him, she could see that he was very disoriented and coated in snot. "Well, pardon me," she said smugly, lightly rubbing her nose with one finger. "Oh my. Look at you, darling. You're all sticky!"

Prince Blueblood regained his wits and tried to wipe the disgusting substance from his formerly perfect figure. "H-How could you do this to me?!" he demanded.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie does NOT play second fiddle to any pony! Nor does she take orders from a spoiled, pompous prick like you!"

"T-T-Trixie, please! Let's just sit down and discuss this like reasonable ponies."

"An excellent suggestion!"

Trixie stood up and lay Prince Blueblood down on the seat of her chair. The slimy mucus made it impossible for him to move. He was stuck. Even worse, the next thing he saw was Trixie's humungous blue bottom hovering over him. He gasped as he realized what she was about to do.

"No! Trixie! Please don't!"

"Why not?" the blue mare teased. "I thought you wanted me to... sit down and be quiet." And with that, she took her seat again, allowing her big voluptuous bottom to come crashing down on her little shrunken stallion like a meteorite.

There she sat, listening to his cries for mercy. She made sure to distribute her weight so she wouldn't actually kill him, but hopefully, this would teach him a lesson. Pretty soon, Prince Blueblood couldn't take it anymore. Usually, he loved it when Trixie sat on his chest with her big beautiful rump, but this was just too much.

"Alright! Alright, Trixie!" he pleaded between gasps. "I'm sorry!"

"Come again?"

"I promise from now on... I'll always... treat you like... an equal... in every... possible way!... After all... what is a prince... without.... his princess?!"

That was all she needed to hear. Trixie finally decided to let up on him. She stood up, peeled the tiny stallion off of her butt an brought him back up to her face. "Thank you for seeing it my way," she said. The prince was gasping to catch his breath, but mostly, his body was still intact with surprisingly minimal injuries.

"Phew...! You are a forceful one, Ms. Lulamoon. I never knew you could be so.... ruthless."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, 'your highness'."

"I'm sure there is. And I can't wait to find out more, my princess."

Blueblood puckered his lips, expecting a well-deserved kiss for personal growth, but all he got was a giant finger on his face.

"I'm afraid I can't kiss you until you've been washed clean of all that nasty mucus," Trixie told him, much to his disappointment. "Come on, darling. Let's go clean you up." She carried him out of the dressing room and toward the nearest restroom.

"Please be gentle," he pleaded nervously.

"We'll see."

A Love So Grand

Morning broke in the Crystal Castle. Shining Armor awoke to find himself buried under the covers of his bed. He figured he must've unconsciously pulled them over his head last night, but that didn't explain why he couldn't find his pillow. Come to think of it, the whole bed seemed to have grown quite a bit. The blankets felt a lot heavier and he couldn't even find the opening of it. And where was Cadence? She had been right next to him when he'd fallen asleep and now he didn't know where she was.

He decided to calm down before he gave himself a heart attack. Shining Armor had no idea where he was or what had happened to him, but if Cadence was here, too, then he had to find her. The prince started pushing his way through the folds of the blanket. If he couldn't find his wife, then maybe at least he could find the way out. He kept pushing forward until he finally heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from up ahead. He stopped when he came across a giant wall of pink fur.

It was Cadence alright, but the bad news was that she was still full sized compared to the bed, which meant that Shining Armor had somehow been shrunken in his sleep and that getting Cadence to notice him might be a bit of a challenge. He had one idea. It was pretty risky, but it had to be done. He decided to give Cadence a little tickle to wake her up. He walked up to her and started twiddling his fingers all over her belly.

After a few seconds, it seemed to work. Shining could hear Cadence's laughter coming from up ahead. She had to be awake now. He stopped tickling, thinking that any second now, she would lift up the covers and find him there. But she never did. All she did was squirm a little and then fall right back to sleep.

"Okay. That didn't work," he said to himself. "Guess I'll have to go up and find her face."

Shining Armor started walking along the length of Cadence's body to get to her face. It was funny. Despite his predicament, he had never imagined Cadence as a giant before, but he had to admit, it was kind of.... amazing. After all, she was the Princess of Love and now there was so much more of her to love. If she was this size all the time, she would have no problem spreading love far beyond the reaches of Equestria.

Without warning, the shrunken unicorn stallion bumped into something big, soft and very red that made him stumble backwards. It must've been Cadence's bra, which meant he'd just collided with her giant, oversized pink breasts. He knew she'd probably be pretty mad if she found out about that since he didn't have immediate permission. He began walking around them so he could continue his trek.

Suddenly, the giant alicorn's body began to shift as she was about to lie on her stomach. Shining Armor tried to get out of the way, but he wasn't quick enough and ended up pinned under his wife's massive breasts. Luckily, he managed to get stuck just under the cleavage, so it wasn't quite as heavy as it could've been. At least he wasn't being crushed to death. Struggling under the immense weight, he tried calling up to her, but it was hard for him to speak very loudly, so it was no use.

Cadence shifted a little onto her side again. Just enough so that the tiny stallion could squeeze out from underneath her. After regaining his composure, he was finally out from under the blanket. He climbed up onto the pillow and reached the mare's face at last. Now more than ever, he knew that he needed to wake her up before something else happened to him.

Of course, something did happen. Before Shining Armor had a chance to try and awake the sleeping princess again, she unconsciously took a deep inhale and sucked a lot of air in through her nose along with her miniature husband.

Shining Armor cursed from inside the giant mare's nose. It would be very nice if something could just go his way for a change. But nope. Now he was stuck at only one inch high, unable to get his wife's attention, and trapped inside her nostril getting completely covered in snot. Lucky for him, he wouldn't be stuck in there for much longer. The wind that Cadence inhaled blew Shining Armor's hair back and forth, which tickled her sinus. Seeing his chance to break free, the prince braced himself for the impending launch.

"Hachoo!" the princess sneezed on her pillow, allowing the prince a nice soft landing. Cadence was finally awake and when she looked down, she couldn't believe her eyes. "Shining Armor?!" she exclaimed.

"Morning, honey," the little pony said with a chuckle, more for himself than for her.

"What..... What in Equestria happened to you?!"

"I have no idea. I just woke up like this. I've been trying to wake you up all morning to get your help. You wouldn't believe what I've been through in the last half hour."

Shining noticed the stunned expression still on her face, like she was still trying to process what was going on. He wondered if she had even heard what he just said. "Uh... Cadence? Are you still with me?" he asked. Just then, Cadence began to fall straight towards him. He jumped out of the way as quick as he could. Her head landed on the pillow, causing him to bounce briefly.

He asked if she was okay, but got no answer. It seemed that the shock had been too much for her and she fainted. Shining groaned. Now he had to wake her up all over again.

The Doc Dun Derped

Oh crap! Oh crap on a flipping cracker! Doctor Whooves had really screwed the pooch this time. He had made miscalculations before, but never had he made a blunder this bad.

It was supposed to be a simple experiment with his newest invention: a shrink ray meant for the purpose of making large objects small enough to store anywhere. But the machine had gone haywire and exploded, expelling a wide ray of energy that had left him shrunken down to a measly inch tall. And he had a hunch that he wasn't the only one. There was no telling how far the ray would stretch or whom it would affect, but he knew he needed to find a way to fix it before something worse happened because of it.

All of a sudden, the door to the laboratory swung open, causing a gust of wind that nearly blew the doctor over. In bursted his beloved grey-coated, blonde-haired assistant and marefriend, Derpy Hooves. She may have been a bit scatterbrained, but darned if she wasn't every bit as sweet and friendly as they come, always looking for ways to help out her fellow ponies. Her eyes, while crossed, were beautiful to look at and she had the most adorable laugh ever.

Unfortunately, at the moment, there was no reason to laugh as the titanic mare gazed around the room searching for any sign of his presence. "Doc?" she called out. "Are you in here? I was just coming to see you when I saw a weird light and was wondering if you knew anything about it. Hello? Doc?"

The tiny doctor shouted at the top of his voice, jumping around and trying desperately to get Derpy's attention. Alas, it was useless. She began to roam around the lab in search of him, unaware that he was almost literally right under her nose. Her feet created created thunderous earthquakes every time she stepped. The minuscule stallion had to scramble like an ant to avoid getting squashed under the weight of her feet.

Finally, the doctor managed to find sanctuary behind the leg of a table, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Doc, are you playing hide and seek?" the pegasus mare asked somewhat playfully. "I'm gonna find you."

"Oh goodness, I hope so. Preferably, before I get crushed like an insect." he thought. Then suddenly, he remembered that he was wearing his rocket-powered jet boots. With a flip of the switches on the backs of his boots, rocket thrusters sprouted out of the soles as the engines began to warm up. The doc quickly got into blast off position, spreading his legs and propping his arms against his sides, and with a tap of his heels, he was up, up and and away.

He flew straight for the back of Derpy's head, feeling certain that she couldn't possibly ignore him now. That is, until Derpy bent down to search under a desk. He had to swerve quickly to avoid hitting the wall. When she stood up again after hearing a swishing sound, he circled back around and brushed right past her face. The smoke trail he left behind irritated Derpy's sinuses, making her have to sneeze. As the doctor circled around again, aiming straight for her face, the sneeze was already building up.

Once the shrunken doctor was mere inches away from her face, the giant mare unleashed a sneeze that blew him completely off course. He lost all control of his flight pattern and hurtled straight into the rim of his chair. Luckily, the cushion on the seat made for a soft landing as the jet boots gave out. Dazed and disoriented, he rubbed his head to relieve the pain of the collision.

Above his head, Derpy had decided to take a break from her search to analyze the situation. "Hm. Well, if the doc's not in here, then where else could he be hiding?" she wondered out loud. "I need to sit down and think about this."

"Oh no!" The doctor panicked. His jet boots were kaputt, so he couldn't fly away. He gazed up in terror as Derpy's gigantic butt came crashing down on him like an asteroid from space.

The shrunken stallion struggled under the immense weight of the colossal mare on top of him. There was a reason that other ponies called her Bubble Butt behind her back and it wasn't just because of her cutie mark. Her enormous, yet shapely, rear was making it very difficult for him to move, but at least he had oxygen so hopefully he wouldn't suffocate.

Just then, the mare realized that she felt something moving under her bottom. She stood up and saw what looked like a tiny bug lying in the middle of the impression she'd left in the cushion. Upon closer inspection, however, she realized with a shock that it was in fact the very pony she'd been searching for.

"Doc?! Is... is that really you?!" she asked, barely able to process what she was seeing. The doctor gave her a tiny nod. "B-but.... how.... w-why are you so.... uh.... s-s-so, uh....."

"Minuscule? Diminutive? Compact? Vertically AND horizontally challenged?!" The doc could go on and on with all the possibilities.

"Uh, I was gonna say... pocket-sized!" the pegasus replied carefully, with an awkward grin.

"Indeed. Well, the simple answer is, there was a mishap with my shrink ray."

"Is that what that light was earlier?"

"Yes and now I need your help to properly assess the situation and find the best solution. There's no telling how many other ponies were affected by that burst."

Derpy lifted up the little doctor and held him in her palm, giving him a gentle look. "Don't worry, Doc. You're the smartest pony I know. If anypony can find a way to fix this, you can. I just know it." All this passionate praising made the stallion's face heat up with embarrassment, but it wasn't enough to numb the pain he still felt from being sat on. Derpy noticed his pained expression as he pressed his hands against his back and arched backwards. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry I sat on you. I didn't know you were there. I didn't break anything, did I?"

"Oh, no worries," he said. "Nothing a bit of soothing tea and yoga won't fix. Now come along, Derpy. We've got much work to do." The grey pegasus smiled and carried him outside to see just how many ponies had been affected, per his request.

Royal Pest

Discord sat alone in his outer-dimensional home, pondering to himself. Reports had been popping up all day about ponies all across Equestria who had been mysteriously shrunken. Most of them came from Ponyville, but just thinking about it made the old draconaques crack up. It also gave him a sinister idea. He knew for a fact that Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were scheduled to meet with the delegates from Saddle Arabia the next day. That would be the perfect opportunity for him to have a little fun at their expenses. The gears were already turning in his head as he plotted out exactly what sort of tortures he would put them through.

As soon as the delegates arrived at the castle the next day, the princesses greeted them and everyone began to take their seats in the conference room. Unbeknownst to them, Discord had entered the room as well. He was the size of a housefly and ready to make the princesses squirm.

Princess Luna was the last one to sit down. Just before she did, the tiny chaos spirit slipped into her chair, allowing the moon princess to sit right on top of him. "Oh, I've always enjoyed a full moon," he said with a giggle. The moon princess wiggled around in her seat as she felt something strange under her backside. Little did she know that the little object was quite enjoying the massage. Her cheeks, though large and a bit heavy, were softer than even Fluttershy's own hands on his back.

"Is everything alright, your highness?" asked the female delegate.

"Oh, yes," Luna said. "Just... getting comfortable. Let's get started, shall we?"

As the royals got down to business, Discord suppressed a laugh and moved on to his next target. He teleported himself into the front of Luna's gown, gazing up at her magnificent dark blue belly. A beautiful canvas for a great work of art. He dipped his tail in a bucket of orange paint and began brushing it all over the giant princess's stomach. It didn't take long before she started vibrating with laughter. She fought hard to suppress it, but whatever was tickling her was not making it easy.

"Um... your highness? Are you alright?" asked the other delegate

Finally, the tiny trickster decided to give her a break and she stopped laughing long enough to answer. "Yes, I'm... I'm fine. I was just.... remembering something funny I heard the other day. Now where were we?"

Discord admired the masterpiece he had painted on Luna's belly. It said "Moon Butt" and he couldn't help bursting with laughter. With that he decided to move on to the older princess. He contemplated what he should do to her, then got a wonderfully devilish idea. With the speed of a mosquito, he whisked out of Luna's dress and into Celestia's nose, completely undetected.

When Discord saw how damp and unkempt the sun princess's nostril was, he tried his best not to vomit from the sight. "Ugh, this orifice is revolting. She really should clean this place out once in a while," he complained. "Oh well. I suppose I'll have to do it for her. Oh, what would she do without me?" He popped on a maid's outfit and began using a feather duster to tickle the wall's of Celestia's nostril, whistling a merry tune as he did.

The princess started to feel the irritation in her sinuses. She sniffed and rubbed her nose to try and get rid of it, but it didn't work. Luna took notice of this. "Sister, do you require a handkerchief?" she inquired, pulling one out to offer her.

"Yes, thank you." Celestia accepted the cloth from her sister. "Excuse me. I have to sneeze."

As the gigantic princess's breath hitched more and more, Discord realized that the moment of release was at hand. "Well, I suppose I'd better prepare for launch." He magically changed into a daredevil's outfit and fastened a helmet firmly to his head.

"AHSHOOOO!!" Everypony was startled at how loud Celestia's sneeze was. She didn't even hold back with highly important company in the room. Her eruption unwittingly shot Discord right into the tissue. "Gesundheit, Princess," said the male delegate, to which she responded with thanks.

The princess magically teleported the tissue away, but Discord stayed. He figured he had earned himself a little break. He knew the perfect place to rest, too. The miniature draconeques made himself comfortable in Celestia's colossal and very generous bosom. It was like resting between a pair of royal mattresses. So big and soft and so very warm. Their softness was accompanied by the heavenly smell of magnolias due to the princess's perfume. It was all so delightful and peaceful that Discord felt himself start to doze off. Pretty soon, he had completely drifted off to sleepy time.

As Celestia spoke of a proposition about a potential new trade agreement, she suddenly noticed one of the delegates' eyes staring curiously at her chest. "Ahem!" she coughed, getting him to focus on her voice. "Are you listening to me?"

"Oh, yes! Forgive me, your highness. I meant nothing by it," the delegate said defensively. "It's just that there seems to be something sticking out of your... um..."

Princess Celestia glanced down at her breasts to see what he was pointing to and she instantly recognized the foreign object. So did her sister. Both of their faces lit up red with humiliation. "Um, could you please excuse us for just a moment?" Celestia asked, placing a hand over the little creature napping in her cleavage.

"Of course," the female delegate responded, allowing both princesses to hurry out of the room.

Once they were alone, Celestia pulled the tiny troublemaker out of her cleavage and shouted his name to wake him. "Huh? What?" he exclaimed groggily. "Ohhh! Ehehehe. Greetings, your highness-ses. What can I do for you?"

"It seems you've already done plenty, Discord," Celestia scolded.

"We should've known you'd use our meeting with the Saddle Arabian delegates as a chance to enact your childish mischief."

"Well, what can I say? I see an opening and I go for it."

"Well, I know a place to put you where there are no openings for you to find," said Celestia with a rather specific punishment in mind.

For the rest of the meeting, Discord sat on the table sealed inside a magic jar with a spell designed specifically to keep him from escaping. With no way out, there was nothing he could do but listen to dull royals prattle on and on about boring international affairs. It was so unbearable. If he wasn't immortal, Discord was positive he would've died of boredom.

Author's Note

Honestly, I have a hard time deciding between Celesticord and Lunacord for which pairing I like better.

The View By The Swimming Hole

The bright light of day shone down on Sweet Apple Acres, where an especially large and brawny stallion was busy catching some z's in the shade of one of the apple trees. Only, something about it was a little bit... off. The stallion in question, Troubleshoes Clyde, woke up from his slumber feeling the heat of the summer sun on part of his body. The rest of him was protected by the leaves. With his eyes still closed, he noticed that the surface beneath him didn't feel like the soft, cozy bed he had fallen asleep in. Instead it felt hard and very rough and.... wooden.

When Troubleshoes finally opened his eyes, he was shocked to find that none of his surroundings looked familiar. He was completely surrounded by abnormally large leaves and lying on a giant tree branch. He then noticed that one of the other branches had an apple hanging from it. He had no idea how, but somehow, Troubleshoes had woken up in a giant apple tree.

The brown and white stallion clamped onto the branch for dear life, noticing the roughly hundred foot drop to the ground, and scooted a little further out to the edge to get a better idea of where exactly he was. He stopped when he could tell that there were dozens if not hundreds of other apple trees all around him. This must've been Sweet Apple Acres, he reasoned, but how did he get here? And why was he so tiny by comparison. Usually, Troubleshoes was the largest pony around everywhere he went, but now he was barely bigger than a bumblebee.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He looked out into the distance and who should he see walking over the hill but the dazzling head honcho of Sweet Apple Acres herself, Applejack. In Troubleshoes' opinion, Applejack was pretty much the perfect mare. Strong, intelligent, friendly as a dog, nurturing and a feisty spirit. Not to mention she was gorgeous as the day is long. All the reasons why he had such strong feelings for her.

Each step of the giant country mare's feet made the ground tremble as the shrunken stallion struggled to keep a tight grip on the branch. She paused and looked up at the very same tree that he was hanging from. A sense of hope washed over him as he wondered if she had actually detected him up there. Her stomach growled as she lay a hand on her belly.

"Boy, do I got a case of the munchies," she said to herself. Troubleshoes watched in disappointment as the orange farm pony reached up and grabbed a big shiny apple hanging from the same branch as him. Unfortunately, the fruit was being stubborn and the more Applejack tried to pluck it from its perch, the more violently the branch shook, making it impossible for the tiny pony dangling from it to hold on. Finally, the poor guy lost his grip and fell down, landing softly on top of AJ's stetson hat. When AJ finally managed to pull the apple from the tree, she took a bite out of it and carried on down her path.

Troubleshoes regained his composure as he found himself sitting on the soft fabric of Applejack's hat and riding along with her to an unknown destination. The stallion really wasn't surprised by her refusal to let her snack go. She never was one to give in without a fight. He had first taken a shine to her after his innocence was proven at the Appaloosa Rodeo. Even though she told him that she had developed an interest in him too, she still made him work to earn her affection. It took four dates, several gifts and numerous displays of his strength, skills and passion, but eventually, she finally let him off the hook and agreed for them to be an official item. AJ may have treated it all like a game, but she really did care about him deeply and thought he was something very special. Besides, getting to be with a mare like Applejack was worth every bit of effort on his part.

Finally, Applejack reached her destination: a grassy clearing with a bright sparkling pond in the center. It was the Apple family's own private swimming hole. The water shimmered brightly in the sunlight with the sun beating down and a faint breeze in the air. It was definitely a good day for a swim. AJ threw away the remains of her apple and spread out the towel she'd brought with her onto the grass. As she took off her hat and placed it on the ground, the tiny stallion on it called out her name to try and get her attention, but his cries went totally unheard. His voice was just too small and silent for the colossal mare to hear.

Suddenly, Applejack started to unbutton her shirt. Troubleshoes blushed and tried to not to look. It was very impolite for a gentlecolt to watch a lady undress when she didn't want to be seen. And yet, he just couldn't keep from staring at her beautiful form. When she removed her flannel shirt, he couldn't help but gaze in awe at what her bright red bikini top was supporting. Applejack's bust was one of the biggest in all of Ponyville, rivaled only by Rarity's. The apple farmer was practical famous for her enormous breasts, though she didn't seem aware of it. They were like two colossal, soft orange globes that bounced every time she walked. Troubleshoes stared as she gave a stretch that put a strain against her top.

Honestly, everything about her body was absolutely stunning. Her soft, tan orange coat, her luscious golden mane and tail, her sparkling emerald eyes and those adorable freckles on her cheeks. She was a true vision of southern beauty.

The next things to go were her boots, socks and lastly, her pants. As Applejack lowered her jeans to her ankles, her large luscious backside stuck out and made the peeping pony behind her blush even harder. Her bikini bottom kept him from seeing too much, but those bright shiny red apples on her flanks were just too inviting to look away from.

Once Applejack was down to just her bathing suit, she ran up and did a cannonball right into the water, creating a big splash. When she came back up again, her coat shimmered and sparkled from the droplets of water clinging to her perfect body. Simply breathtaking. Troubleshoes watched the mare of his dreams swim around and float for a good ten minutes. He was happy to see her enjoying herself and didn't want to spoil it for her by making her aware of his presence.

When she was finished, Applejack climbed out of the water, her whole body dripping wet as she walked back over to her towel.

"Hoo-wee! This is just what I needed after a long day's work," she declared. "Now for a nice little nap in the sun." As she laid down on her towel, she created a mini-sized earthquake for her little coltfriend when she hit the ground. Arms folded beneath her head, the tuckered out farm pony closed her eyes and began drifting off to slumber land.

Troubleshoes had to come up with some way to wake up his marefriend and get her to notice him. He needed her help to figure out what had happened to him and how to change him back to normal size. He examined his surroundings to try and come up with a plan. He noticed a rather tall piece of grass growing right next to her head. By the looks of it, he figured that if he could climb up to the top of it, he could bend it over and land straight onto her face.

Acting fast, the itty bitty clydesdale started shimmying up the blade of grass. It wasn't quite as strong as it looked, since it bent over almost as soon as he gripped it. Still, he kept moving along the length the plant. All of a sudden, he heard Applejack sniffling, like something was really bothering her. Then he saw the problem. The grass was tickling the inside of her nose. Things got even worse as her breath started hitching and her nostrils flared even wider, indicating that she was about to blow. Troubleshoes closed his eyes and waited until....

"HAAA-CHOOOOO!!!!" The giant mare's sneeze created a gust of wind that sent poor Troubleshoes flying, causing him to land on the towel. Now he was way too far away for his voice to be heard.

"Typical," he groaned. As he tried to decide what to do next, Applejack turned over on her side, revealing her big soft rear to him. Then he got another idea. It was risky, but it just might work. He decided that if he just kept climbing up her body until he reached her face, sooner or later she was bound to sense him and wake up. Gazing up at Applejack's gigantic butt, he figured it was as good a place as any to start, even though every bit of his conscience was telling him not to do it. But he knew he had to if he was ever going to turn back to normal. So he steeled his nerves and grabbed on tight to the soft orange monolith in front of him.

The tiny stallion knew that AJ would destroy him if she knew what he was doing, but he did his best to ignore the guilt. He scaled up her big, soft, mountainous cheeks, feeling the warmth of her body against his own. He was almost to the top when suddenly, Applejack's body started to tremble and Troubleshoes realized that she was about to turn over again. He moved as quickly as he could to get out of the crush zone, just barely getting out of the way. One more second and he would've been a stain on her bikini bottom.

Troubleshoes took a moment to catch his breath. Applejack was lying on her back again, which would probably make the rest of the traverse a little easier. Spread out in front of him was the vast orange and bumpy plain that was Applejack's belly. A lifetime of rigorous farm work had done wonders for her muscular structure. Her body was strong and powerful and her abs were perfectly toned. The clydesdale admired her magnificent stomach muscles before remembering his mission.

Troubleshoes stretched his leg over the string of her swimsuit, thus crossing the threshold onto the giant mare's belly. He made sure to walk carefully but quickly as he made his way up the belly of the beast. The surface beneath him rose and fell with Applejack's breath. Soon, it started to shake a little more rapidly. The stallion could hear the light sound of AJ giggling up ahead. She must've been ticklish. He tried to move as carefully as possible so as not to tickle her too much.

Just then, he saw her hand come up and head right towards him. He decided to run the rest of the way to get out of its path. Instead of grabbing him, though, it scratched the spot where he had just been. He was relieved, but also a little disappointed. Maybe if he had just let her grab him, his whole ordeal would be over quicker. Oh well.

Awkwardly, the little guy turned around and saw what his back was resting against. His face turned crimson red as he gazed up at the giant monolithic dome-like bosom in front of him. Instead of climbing over it, he decided that it would be easier to walk through the canyon between them. It was still kind of wet, which made it easier for him to slip through.

Troubleshoes admired the two mountains on either side of him as he made his way between them. They weren't quite as perky as they were when she was standing straight up, but they were still amazing to look at. He wished he had more time to admire them, but he was now all the way through and resting on the mare's chest area.

Applejack lifted up her head to see what was on her chest. When she couldn't see, she pinched it in her fingers and picked it up to inspect it face to face. She nearly passed out again when she saw what, or rather who, it was. Her coltfriend, Troubleshoes!

"Troubleshoes?!" she exclaimed. "Is that really you?!"

The puny pony blushed in embarrassment. "Sure is, AJ." The giant mare didn't say anything else. She just stared, slack-jawed and buggy-eyed, unable to organize her thoughts. "I don't understand it either," said Troubleshoes. "I just sorta woke up like this. No idea how it happened, but I figured if I could get your attention, we could figure somethin' out together."

"Is that why you were crawlin' all over me?" Applejack asked, not very pleased.

"Sorry 'bout that. Just had to get ya to notice me."

"Well, normally, I don't appreciate bein' touched without givin' my consent, but I guess I can't be too sore. I may not know how to fix ya, but at least I can keep you safe until we figure it out."

"Maybe your friend Princess Twilight'll know what to do."

"Good thinkin,' partner."

Clyde's gaze started to drift downward. He couldn't keep his eyes off of AJ's legendary rack, still sopping wet and beckoning him forth. Applejack clocked his gaze and got a sly little idea.

"I suppose I'm gonna have to carry you to Twilight's place, but the thing is, my pants ain't got pockets wide enough," she explained.

"Well, uh... I reckon I could ride on top of your hat."

"Are you sure? Cause I think you'd be a lot safer... in here." The sly country pony placed her miniature coltfriend in her magnificent cleavage, much to his surprise. "Comfy there, sugar cube?" she asked.

"Sure am," he replied sheepishly.

"Well enjoy it while you can, cause this here's a one-time deal. Got it?"

"Yep."

And with that, Applejack dried herself off, put her clothes back on (making sure not to cover up the shrunken stallion nestled nestled between her melons) and then they were off to Twilight's. Troubleshoes just enjoyed the ride as his wonderful transportation undulated with every step, listening to the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat and letting it soothe his nerves.

Author's Note

Hey, look at that. Got this chapter out just in time for Applejack Day. :ajsmug: Isn't that awesome?