“Heh, try this one for size,” said a voice around you, and then lightning seems to come from nowhere, striking you in the small of the back. When it hit, it felt like your body was on fire, with arcs of purple electricity playing over your skin, causing you hair to stand on end, and making every muscle in your body spasm at once. When it had finally passed, you found yourself floating. Not like in water, but as if you were in space. Luckily, you didn’t feel queasy or anything, but instead just felt like you were at peace, until the world reasserted itself, giving you a sense of down.
You fell like a rock once gravity returned, the air whipping by your body, and causing your breath to catch in your throat as you moved faster than the wind. Of course, you weren’t too far above the ground, and so you weren’t injured by the impact, but you were confused by it, as you struck something that looked like cotton, fluffy and white, which gave under your weight as you hit it, but then popped back into shape, sending you flying away like it was some kind of trampoline, only to hit it again, and be sent flying a third time, though when you struck the floor next, you finally, finally came to a rest, just bouncing a little before everything finally stopped.
Recovering, your head spinning, you place your hands on the sides of your head and wait for you vision to return. When finally, everything stopped looking blurry, you took a look around and gaped. You were in a cloud. Not in a floating on clouds with wings and a halo sort of way that TV tended to portray as heaven, but instead inside a cloud that had been hollowed out, with all the typical creature comforts of home sculpted from pretty much the same fluffy whiteness, with a couch, several chair, and what might have even been a TV.
Of course, the reason you gapped wasn’t just what the items were, but the scale of them. To your eyes, the items rose high into the sky, higher than skyscrapers of a metropolis, to the point that they would have been literally covered in clouds at the top, had they not been made of the same. Staggered by the vision around you, you fell back onto your bottom, and just sat there, staring for what felt like hours, before your world came crashing back down on you with the sound of something heavy striking the earth…cloud, somewhere nearby.
A door, many miles away for your tiny legs, blasted open, a tide of wind being tossed by the sudden rush of air, and knocking you backwards, flipping end over end, and only just catching yourself on a bit of raised floor cloud, so you could stare into that wind, and look at the one whose home you had invaded. It was perfectly in proportion with the furniture of the place, with shoes, sports shoes specifically, wide enough that they could have crushed whole blocked beneath their mighty tread, and hands that probably could have picked up an ocean liner, all on a body that looked blue at first glance.
That blue wasn’t skin, though, it was fur, waving fur that glistened in the light coming in from the door behind the figure, who shook their head. Suddenly huge drops of liquid, musky scented stuff, fell from the body. It was sweat, and rather than soak into the cloud, it appeared to pass right through it. Compared to you, the drops were huge, and you shrieked as you had to dodge them, some nearly smacking into you, either to drown you, or worse, carry you through the cloud to a long drop to the ground you suspected was far below.
Fortunately, the figure stopped shaking herself as she stepped inside, revealing that it was indeed a she, going by her chest. More, her hair spilled down around her face as she removed a tie that had been holding it in place, letting rainbow colored locks of hair waterfall and frame that visage in your mind, pink eyes looking down at you, feeling like their very gaze would crush you, as recognition somewhere in the back of your mind clicked, as the titaness stood there in an exercise outfit.
It was Rainbow Dash. A pony, but with human proportions, including hands, arms, and legs that ended in feet, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a jacket of the same material. These soon left her body though, as her hands worked at them, unzipping the jacket, and tossing it over your head, the garment sailing and blocking out the sun briefly, before it landed on the couch behind you, soon to be joined with her shoes, and finally her sweatpants, leaving the mare standing there in a pair of very tight panties and a sports bra.
“Alright, time for the cool down,” she said, her voice having a sort of echo effect to your ears, like it was distant rumbling thunder. Then she began to jump up and down, slapping her hands together over head head in jumping jacks, her landing sending waves through the clouds that came towards you like a wall of water, making you cry out and try to run, but the clouds themselves were hard to move through, so you barely got a few steps before it reached you. Rather than covering you though, it came up from beneath, and tossed you into the sky, your body sailing backwards, and right towards Dash.
You were like an ant to her, landing between her feet as she fluttered them off the ground for a moment, and then suddenly having her fall, like the sky itself coming down hard onto you. Your body found itself driven into the clouds, which were accommodating enough that when the giantess landed on you, you were not crushed into a smear neath her mighty tread. Instead you were pressed down into them, their soft texture conforming to your body, while pressing you hard into the sweaty bottom of Rainbow’s foot.
Luckily, she hoped up again an instant later. Unluckily, she came down just as swiftly, her foot landing on top of you again, forcing your lungs to wheeze out the breath you had taken to scream, and this time you were given a stomach churning ride upwards as you stuck to the sole of her foot, riding it up into the air, and then back down towards the clouds below, slamming into them once again, and then rising, as above you could hear the rumbles that were Rainbow’s count as she did her exercise.
After a few seemingly endless moments, the jumping stopped, and you were left in the dark beneath Rainbow’s foot, listening to the sound of blood pumping beneath the flesh that held you down. It took only thirty such heartbeats before light came to your world, and you breathed deeply of the musky scented air about you, filling your lungs with it, and trying to ignore the taste on your tongue. You were still breathing in, when the sight above you made you wish you could scream, however, as the foot of the pegasus was replaced by her bottom, which came screaming down out of the heavens towards you.
It smashed into your body, hard, this time nearly squashing you despite the soft clouds, as it felt like the whole world was pressing down on your body. Worse, you were then roughly rubbed against the clouds, as Rainbow proceeded to do situps, and other such exercises for longer even than the jumping jacks, your body jerked back and forth over the clouds and the skin of her butt. Smells that you didn’t want to think about began to mix with the sweaty musk, and you nearly swooned a dozen times over as the pegasus toned her body to perfection.
Still, freedom came, and your sore, battered, and bruised body finally saw light again. The view was of Rainbow from the back, as she stood there, her tail, sweaty and powerful, vibrating in the air above as she held a pair of fingers to her neck, counting to herself in low rumbles, until finally nodding, and climbing to her feet. As she rose, her tail did something unusual though, it swept over the clouds, scattering them into mist, and more importantly, catching you in its mass, the rope like threads of hair that made it up coiling around you body, and carrying you upwards once more.
The threads didn’t hold you long, though, as the tail whipped around, with you only caught in the tip. Instead it grabbed you up, and then tossed you away like so much refuse, sending you sailing into the sky. Your arc carried you far away, and high, your scream unheard by the pegasus who was stretching her body, getting all the last few kinks out. So you were flew, your body moving so swiftly over the ground that it was a blur, and your eyes finally shutting tight, as you felt your arc reach its peak, and not wanting to see where you landed.
The landing this time wasn’t soft, it was hard, and rough, your legs and arms splaying out as you smashed into something firm and cold. Luckily, your size this time, protected you, and so while you were sore, nothing broke, and you were not a smear of red on the thing you landed on. You did lay there groaning though, for several long moments, recovering from the impact, and finally uncurling your body from the position it had landed in, to look around. Instead of the cloud, you found you were now on some broad, mostly flat plain, that felt cold to the touch, and appeared to have a few patches of frost on its red and white colored surface.
Before you could investigate more, you felt a familiar tingle on your skin, and watched as arcs of purple lightning coming from you, and flowing into the thing beneath. Oddly, you felt like you were falling again, and your head felt like it was made of lead, your sense of the world falling into darkness despite your best efforts. When you came to yourself, you expected to find yourself back in your bed, or at home somewhere, but instead, you were still in the cloud home of Rainbow Dash, who was still in her underwear in the other room, stretching and moving, but now things looked different.
Everything was still huge, but instead of being things made for gods, huge beyond all reason, the world appeared to have shrunk to only be just extra large, with the details of the world no longer overwhelming you. Trying to turn your head, you felt everything spin again, and disoriented yourself for a moment, until you came to realize that you didn’t have a head to turn. No, you were looking all around in some weird way, with the world viewed like it was through a fisheye lense.
That was when you made the second discovery, that you couldn’t move. No matter how you struggled, no matter how you tugged, your body refused to move. Even blinking and closing your eyes didn’t seem to be an option, and worse of all, you couldn’t scream, a fact that joined with the revelation that you weren’t breathing. For a panicked moment, you wondered if you were dead, if something had happened, and the lightning had killed you, but if you were dead, it was a weird kind of living death, as you still sensed the world.
So distracted by your panic, the first time you noticed Rainbow was in the room with you was when she was standing right over you, cracking her fingers and staring at you with hunger in her eyes. Licking her lips, she walked beside you to a sink, also somehow made of clouds, that she turned on by smacking it with her hand. Running her hands under the tap, she let the water wash away the sweat and grime that had covered them, somehow cleaning herself without a drop of soap, and finally ending it with another smack, before coming to stand over you.
“Now for some protein,” she said, her voice loud, but no longer rumbling, as her hands grabbed you, and you finally got a look at yourself in a nearby mirror. The reflection it showed Rainbow, in her kitchen, holding something in her hands that was clearly where you should have been. The sight was flabbergasting though, as Rainbow held not a small human in her fingers, but instead a hunk of meat, a steak if you missed your guess, that she carried towards what was clearly an stove.
You tried to scream, squirm, or in some way tell Rainbow she was about to make a terrible mistake, but her grip on your body was tight, and you couldn’t do anything to prevent her as she walked right up to the stove, and with a kick, somehow turned it into a grill, the top opening up and becoming a set of bars, with a roaring fire beneath. With a flick of her wrists, you were dropped harshly onto those bars, landing with a thud, and feeling the heat from the fire beneath already start to cook your flesh.
Above, Rainbow smiled, as the smell of your body being cooked was reaching her nose, the nostrils flaring as she took a deep wiff of it. Of course, you were having a different perspective of it, as you felt the tongues of flame began to lick at your body, their tips gracefully sliding over your skin, leaving small red lines through the frost. You were forced to stare down into it too, with the heat from the fire feeling just like it would as if the steak were really made of your living body, the heat, only gentle right now, already starting to grow.
Then the flames roared, as Rainbow kicked her stove again, a huge gout of fire rising from the depths, coming to consume you, and you had no mouth with which to scream. Instead you endured, as the flames burned into your flesh, all the frost completely melting away to reveal the raw meat that now made up your form, with the bars made of clouds somehow acting just like metal ones, burning even hotter than the flames as they seared black lines onto your body, which dripped slowly into the hellscape below.
Above, Rainbow continued to smile, mocking your suffering as she licked at her lips, and then turned away, returning what felt like hours of pain later with a small cup that held a brush, and a huge fork. The brush was the first thing she used, dipping it into the cup and mixing it around, before drawing it out and revealing it was covered with some kind of sauce, sauce that she began to spread over your body. The harsh counterpoint to the flame, the cold goo, would have made you pass out, were this body capable of such, but instead you had to endure, as your raw feeling flesh was scraped harshly over by the bristles, and left coated in the stuff.
Then she stabbed you, and it felt like a knife in the gut, the fork’s twin prongs driving themselves hard into your tinder body, dimpling the meat around them, and showing how well cooked you’d already grown. Then it roughly jerked you, tugging you skyward, and flipping you over, so now the sauce covered size was the one getting the flames, while she could season the top, using the brush, and then sending a hail of pepper and other things onto you, the sensitive meat above feeling every single grain like a golf ball sized piece of hail.
Finally, mercifully, the burning ended, as Rainbow kicked the stove a final time, and it became a solid top again, letting your tender flesh lay flat against it and rest. Not that you had long for such a thing, as Rainbow, after putting away the spices and sauce, stabbed the big fork into you again, jerking you into the air, and slamming you hard onto a plate with a wet slap of meat meeting ceramic. She then dropped the large fork casually into a sink, and brought the plate with her into what looked like a dining room, setting you down and taking her seat.
Clapping her hands, she rubbed the palms together while licking her lips one last time, and then brought a more normal sized fork and knife into view, the fork stabbing you once more, while the latter began to roughly carve through you body. You felt the edge of the knife dig into you, the serrated blade grinding its way deeper into you, as the fork held you in place, even had you been able to move. Once the knife was through, it scraped roughly against the plate, and Rainbow brought the piece of you she’d carved off to her mouth, opening wide and letting that piece somehow show you your destiny.
Her muzzle, despite its shape, held teeth like a humans, with incisors and canines and such, all glistening wetly with spit running down the center of her tongue, and tendrils of it linking the top and bottom sets of teeth. Your view then grew far too close, as the fork was shoved within her maw, the long slimy tongue wrapping around your flesh, holding it down as the fork slowly slipped out between the teeth, and finally out from the lips, leaving it sealed within her muzzle, t be gently licked over by the thing.
Gentleness, as it seemed it must, gave way to harshness, as the pegasus began to chew, the tongue tilting, and dropping you onto a set of flat topped molars, which fell as the jaw dropped, then rose sharply. The top set of teeth came on fast, the bottom set determined to meet them, and with you in between, blocking them. Something had to give, and with your soft flesh versus her hard molars, it wasn’t hard to know which that would be. For you though, this was a whole new level of pain, as your body was ground to paste between the two sets of teeth.
Worse was that the first chew wasn’t the only one, as her jaw fell, and then rose again, more of your trapped between, and crushed to nothing, the saliva everywhere mixing with your body, bubble of it grabbing at you, breaking you up like it was acid, and finally letting the tongue taste you, as an MMM echoed everywhere around, Rainbow enjoying your flavor. Then, all at once, it seemed to stop, the chewing, the movement, and your body finally allowed to rest, before Rainbow swallowed, a seemingly anticlimactic end to it, as you lost the sense of the piece that she’d consumed.
Then she carved off another, and the horror repeated, even worse now, as you had to wait in anticipation for each chew, knowing what was coming, but unable to do anything as Rainbow made a meal of you, her muzzle bouncing up and down without end, before a bulge in her neck, and gulping sound would signal that she was about to cut into you again. You lost count of how many times you had been cut, but finally you were granted the mercy of the final piece, with her dark throat, claiming this one whole, not even bothering to chew it as she finished her meal, and you were cast into darkness.
Rainbow, licking her lips to get the last bit of flavor off them, smiled to herself while rubbing her gurgling belly. That had been the best steak she’d had in awhile, and a great cap to a great workout. Patting her stomach, she rose from her chair, and felt an odd pressure in her stomach. Leaning forward, she let out a huge belch, and then stumbled forward, as purple lightning seemed to play inside her eyes, her face seemingly contorted into pain for a moment, before she recovered.
“Woah, that was a rush,” she said, as everything felt weird, her wings itching a little behind her, like they shouldn’t be there, and her long muzzle feeling funny. She shook it off, and the odd images that flashed through her mind, of a city of stone and glass and such, before finally walking into her living room to watch a few reruns of Wonderbolts shows before bed. Tomorrow, she’d work even harder on her own moves, and with luck, she’d be able to make it into that group sometime soon.
Above, far and away, in a mountain seemingly made of chocolate floating in space, with milk rivers and cotton candy clouds, a pair of forms looked down on the scene far below, and one shook their head. This head, at the end of a serpent like body of mismatched limbs and an odd shape, seemed rather down on the biped beside him, his voice echoing over the walls, despite the like of air around them to cause such sound.
“That was rather harsh this time, wasn’t it?” asked the draconequus of his companion, who just shrugged.
“I do what is asked, not much more to it than that. Besides, it’s not like it’s a permanent harm,” responded the human, who pulled a rock from the floor and bit into it, enjoying the chocolate taste of the land, before the two turned to the next mortal their attention needed to be focused on.
