A Story Built For Two

Chapters

Zecora in the Woods
Mac and Zecora's Beach Time Fun
A Royalmantic Picnic

Zecora in the Woods

Author's Note

Our first session, and a lot of fun. Actually, this was my first RP in a while, and it was nice to find a partner who tried to keep up in terms of length. Sadly, like I said, I'm not going to edit these, so as to preserve their authenticity. Like Nintendo leaving it bad controls in their remakes. Anyway, I hope you can enjoy reading this.

Themes: Macro/Micro, Unaware, Vore, Trapped in Stomach

Macro Zecora: Zecora

Myself: Jon(Human)

Zecora in the Woods

Zecora inhaled the cool evening air. It had taken all day, but it was finally done. She had created the largest pieces of bread Equestria had ever seen. Each one over 100 feet in length and width. Now she was going to finally be able to enjoy the simple pleasure of eating a sandwich again, something she hadn’t experienced since becoming a macro. The only question left was what exactly she wanted to put on it.

Jon looked around the woods, wondering just where the hell he was. He’d been intending on taking a nice trip between towns, figuring it would be a few hours of hiking, and he’d be there, but...something had happened. The trees seemed different, like they were from a whole other world, and worse, he could smell things he knew weren’t right. Water? There wasn’t a lake or river in these woods. Worse, he could kind of smell bread, fresh baked stuff, and that just wasn’t right. So he continued forward, shaking his phone, and hoping its GPS would come back online sometime soon.

The zebra meticulously placed tiny slices of cheese on the great loaves, but it was going to be far from enough. She needed some vegetables, and figured she would go with her old favorite, maple trees. She got up and took a few steps away from her bread. Of course, given her gigantic size, a few steps equated to several miles. She looked down at a tiny grove of her favorite food and licked her lips, wondering how it would taste on her sandwich.

Suddenly, the ground around him shook, like with an earthquake-y feel to it, and Jon dove down, trying to get out from under a group of trees. This brought him to the middle of a clearing in the center of a maple tree grove. Then the earthquake repeated, but harder, making him wonder just what the heck was going on. Then it did it again, and he bounced a little on the ground, before suddenly the sky went dark, and he looked upwards to find himself staring at what looked like a weird woman, with striped skin, and a mohawk, who stood a hundred feet or more tall.

More than a hundred feet tall was an understatement. The titanic creature stood almost 1500 feet into the air, making her the size of a skyscraper. The thing had the features of a zebra, but the body structure of a human. It crouched down over the grove, wearing nothing but a well-worn loincloth to cover itself with. Suddenly, a pair of fingers the size of a city bus crashed down and plucked up a tree a scant 20 feet from where the human was standing. It was raised up a massive distance, before the creature plopped the tree into her mouth and swallowed it, looking quite satisfied with the sample.

Jon couldn’t do anything but stare as she moved, her body so huge that it defied his attempts to see the whole thing when she stood up. Worse, however, was when she moved, leaning down. That simple action made enough wind that he was blown back by it, bracing himself against a tree. Then her fingers came down. Two massive digits, their size allowing him to see them fully, and the fur that covered her arm as she reached down. At first, he thought she was going to squash him, but then she closed her fingers around the top of the tree he was leaning against. Scrambling, he nearly got dragged along with it as the roots tore free of the ground, his feet getting caught in the wood, before he was able to break away. He dropped several feet, and rolled along the ground, coughing and sputtering as he did so, due to the cloud of dust in the air. When he stopped finally, he wheezed as he looked upwards, and saw her toss the tree into her mouth, the thing not even a mouthful to her, and she swallowed it with a gulp. Then she stepped forward, and his sky darkened overhead with her foot, making him scream as he ran, just making it away when the limb slammed into the ground, and tossed him forward.

“Oh yes.” Zecora licked her lips at the trees nice sweet flavor. “I think these will do nicely.” She reached down and grabbed dozens of trees from the ground at once, carving a massive swath of devastation through the grove and picking up quite a bit of the ground as well. She started flipping through the trees she had collected, checking them to make sure none of them weren’t fresh and tossing aside a pair that weren’t to her liking. She could have sworn she heard some yelling, but simply dismissed it as the high winds blowing through the trees’ leaves.

Her body moved again, and this time she squatted even lower, making the air pressure go up, and forcing the wind from Jon’s lungs in a harsh wheeze. Still gasping for breath, and barely able to move, he was suddenly aware of a sound like a great earthmover machine tearing apart the ground, and watched as the zebra woman began to gather more of the trees into her hands. Then she tore a pair from the ground near him, and he was drawn up into the sky with him, his body tangled amid the roots and then branches as she turned the tree over. Thinking for a moment that she would toss him into her mouth as she had done with the others, he tried to scream out, but even as he caught his breath, her ears were simply too far away. Worse, her eyes scanned the trees, and even as he tried to wave at her, the leaves hid him from her sight, forcing him to watch as she turned away from him.

Zecora stomped back to her bread with her trees in tow. She could have sworn she felt movement against her hand, but assumed it to be a timber wolf, a treat she considered to be quite a delicacy. After all, it couldn't possibly be a pony. No pony was foolish enough to wander around in her woods. Upon returning to the bread, she gently placed the trees down on the bread and spread them out, so they wouldn't all be clustered in one area. She licked her lips again at the sight of the half made sandwich, completely unaware of the fact she had picked up a little extra protein to go with all that fiber.

Jon panicked as her mouth came close to him, and he could see her muzzle open a bit. Her maw was like one would expect, a gargantuan tongue, teeth that looked like mountains, and worse of all, a hot, warm wind that blew over his body, leaving tiny drops of saliva on him. Desperately, he clawed his way out of the tree he was in, only to nearly fall out of it, as the zebra lady shifted her grip, lowering him to her side, and leaving him frustratingly clawing at her flesh, trying to get her to realize he was in her hand. Then he dropped, and once again, the wind was taken from his lungs by how fast he moved. Gasping, trying to catch his breath, he floundered onto something soft as the hand holding the trees opened, and he spilled out onto something. It was like a thick, firm mattress, with bits of it tearing away as the trees landed all around him. Then her hand came down, a finger poking into the small mound of wood, and moving them around. The logs slammed deafeningly into each other, threatening to crush him several times, but after a few chaotic seconds, everything finally went still, and he found himself trapped beneath a maple tree, at the bottom of a pile of them, only unhurt due to the ground beneath him giving to their weight.

Zecora knew that it took more than trees to make a good sandwich, you needed a sauce, and right now, she wanted ketchup. Thankfully for her, she had been saving up for this and had collected a vast amount of tomatoes. For just such an occasion. She held up a handful. There were thousands of them, if not millions. A few dropped from her hands and onto the sandwich, one landing just next to Jon’s face. As for the rest, the titanic fingers slowly squeezed around the vegetables, causing them to explode into chunks of thick red juice witch dripped down to the bread below, completely saturating the trees.

Jon struggled to get out from under the trees, wondering just what the heck was going on. He was so focused on this, that he didn’t even look up when the sky turned dark again, and instead his first warning of something going wrong was something splatting down near him. Turning from his trapped legs, he saw what looked like a tomato, splattered on the tree right next to his head. Following its path, he looked upwards just in time to see the zebra lady’s fingers close on a huge batch of tomatoes, their juice pouring out towards him, and making him close his mouth, even as he rolled as best he could, and covered his head. Seconds later, the warm, wet goop poured from the sky like rain, soaking into everything, getting his hair mussy, and making it impossible to breath for a moment, before he found that the stuff was thick enough that it raised the tree up. Sadly, the goop was also thick enough he could barely move in it, and merely got his head above it, still trapped, as he looked up towards the zebra woman, while coughing and sputtering.

Zecora then sprinkled some rock-salt onto her meal. It wouldn't be edible by a normal pony, but her stomach was capable of digesting almost anything if she had enough time. At last, her masterpiece sandwich was nearing completion. She closed the two pieces of bread on top of each other and took a partially large pine tree that had been sharpened into a toothpick and pierced it through the sandwich, before placing a despondent-looking timber wolf on top.

Jon swam through the goop as best he could, eventually grabbing onto a tree, and pulling himself out of it, just in time for the zebra lady to start showering rocks down into the sea of red gunk and trees. Diving down below again, he watched as fist sized hail tore down into the tomato paste, creating holes for a moment or two, before they sealed back up. When at last, the stuff stopped, he got back out, just in time to see her hand lifting something up, and then holding it overhead. It blocked out the sun, and for a moment, he could only see darkness, then he started to scream, as he recognized what it was, and knew what was beneath him. It was a slice of bread, huge as the zebra woman, and she was bringing it down onto the top of another slice he was sitting on. He scrambled to get out of the soon to be finished sandwich, but he was barely able to move a few feet, before it came down, pressing into the contents, and pushing him once more beneath the ketchup. Blubbering, making bubbles in the gunk, he forced his way out, and took a huge gasp, looking up to find the sky replaced with bread. Seconds later, a huge tree, bigger than the maples, slammed down through the bread, tearing through it, and he quickly saw a way out. Adrenaline fueled his struggles, as he pulled himself up long the pine’s trunk, and then emerged onto the top of the sandwich, just in time to watch as the zebra woman dropped something that looked like a wolf made of logs onto the top with him, the thing looking horrified, even as Jon himself watched her eyes look at him, and he knew she only saw a meal.

The giant zebra picked up the sandwich and brought it up to her lips, her powerful teeth slicing through the trees as if they were nothing. The plant-like wolf was absolutely terrified by all the chaos going on around it and the strange creature. It flailed around to pull itself out of the mass of tomato pulp, accidentally scratching Jon a few times in the the process. Untimely, this would prove to be the wolf’s undoing, as the relatively dry area it ran to was then sliced in two by her powerful incisors, giving Jon a front row view as he saw the wolf pounded into splinters by teeth the size of refrigerators. The zebra swallowed the part of the sandwich with the wolf in it, savoring the elemental hound’s flavor. Jon gasped, the giant was going to take another bite, and unless a miracle happened, he knew he was going to be next.

The hands of the giantess came down, and her fingers pressed into the bread, causing indents in the stuff that forced him to grab onto the tree, or roll into the valleys and be crushed beneath her grip. This meant he was forced to watch as the world dropped away, and then felt as if his stomach dropped into his feet as he was dragged upwards into the sky. The ride stopped suddenly, and he went flying, nearly landing atop the wolf thing, which he’d thought was normal sized, but it was in fact, several times large than it should have been. Then it began to panic, and he was forced to dodge clawing branches and other things, the legs catching him, and causing him to cry out, even as the force of the blow knocked him away. It seemed this was a thing of luck, as the zebra’s muzzle came down, and her teeth gleamed like blades as they sliced into the sandwich, the front teeth sealing the wolf thing inside her maw. With a pull back, revealing a city block’s worth of bread was gone, she began to chew her mouthful, the sounds coming from inside as her jaw dropped and came together like massive machines. Once, when her jaw parted just enough, Jon could see inside, and spotted the wolf, who dove towards the light, only for her teeth to come together with a horrid crunching sound, the wolf reduced to splinters, the flew around the maw, and then were chewed again, and again, before her lips sealed, and he head tilted back. She gave a powerful swallow, her neck bulging, and her neck rings clacking together with a bell like sound, before she opened wide again, and all Jon could do was scream, as she brought the sandwich towards her mouth.

The zebra’s warm breath washed over Jon as her mouth slowly drifted over the part of the sandwich he was trapped in. He was safe from her teeth for now, but all around him her heard trees cracking as her teeth crunched through the sandwich. His stomach lurched again as he felt the morsel of food enter her mouth. Saliva dripped down the pink and humid walls, splashing everywhere and making the bread he was trapped between very soggy. He could’ve probably escaped by this point, but where would he possibly go!? He was trapped in a giant zebra woman’s mouth. Instead he clung to a nearby maple tree as he watched others get ground into mulch by her relentlessly crunching teeth.

Her mouth was quick to overtake him, moving what looked like hundreds of feet over the sandwich, and then her teeth dove down. The moment they touched the bread, the atmosphere became oppressive, as it felt like some heavy, warm rain was falling. Better, saliva drops bigger than he was splashed down everywhere, at least removing the ketchup goop from his clothing, but leaving him soaked. Then she separated the chunk of sandwich in her mouth from the rest, and it all turned to chaos. Bread, trees, rocks, everything spilled out onto her tongue. That included the human, who landed with a splat on the long, thin, member, which undulated beneath him, less a solid than a liquid. Luckily, he landed near a tree, the light coming in between the lips just enough to see by, so he dove towards it, then watched in horror and fascination, as she began to chew. From inside her maw, it was so...wild, to watch as the tongue pushed the stuff in between her teeth, which came together with a horrible crunching sound, rending the stuff between them down to gravel, that mixed with her spit into paste. This repeated again, and his tree moved, but not forward. No, he was just a bit to far back in her mouth, and instead, he began to slip towards the back of her tongue, reaching the yawning abyss, his tree slipping off into the throat without him able to do a thing about it.

The powerful pulsing of the throat muscles carried the tree down to the zebra’s belly, taking Jon with it. He had been lucky to avoid being too badly hurt in the chaos that was going on her mouth. Now he would be slowly dissolved by her stomach. He clawed and braced at the walls of her esophagus, but was so small and insignificant that the giant zebra didn’t even notice his futile struggles. Then, a fist-sized chunk of salt struck him near the temple, causing him to black out momentary, when he came to a second later he was helplessly plummeting towards a pulsating orifice valve that uncountable led to her stomach. All he could do was hope that it would be quick.

The sounds of a living body surrounded him, and oddly, they were soothing. The roar of lungs as they expanded, drawing in a ton of air, and then let it out a gale. The rush of blood as it flowed through the veins behind the walls, sounding like water moving through pipes. The thudding of the heart, rhythmic and true, the beat to which everything else moved. He let it all pass by him, however, as one sound kept him high on adrenaline. The sound of a gurgling stomach. He tried to brace the walls, but he was so small that they barely came close enough together to reach them. If not for the tree beneath him, he’d have actually been free falling, in fact, and worse than that, small bits were raining down from above, unnoticed bits of refuse sliding off the back of her tongue, even as his fingers found not a single bit of traction along the slimy walls. Finally, when he felt like his heart would burst, a stone, a bit of rock salt, smashed into his face, and made him swoon for a moment, letting his body rest just long enough that he felt like falling asleep. Then the world dropped away, and he fell down into a churning pit. The log dove into the water, like a spear, the liquids bubbling and hissing as it entered, and was reduced to next to nothing by the acids. He fell slightly slower, but dove beneath those waves himself, expecting a quick end. Instead, it was merely warm water, that got up in his nose, and made him cough as it tried to force its way into his mouth. Nearly chocking as he tried to breath through it, he swam upwards, and took a deep gasp of fetid air, before swimming, finding a large log that was holding together, and climbing on. Around him, the zebra woman’s body processed her meal, and he was trapped within her, the stomach acids doing nothing to him, he noted, but making it impossible for him to leave.

Jon couldn't believe it. He watched in amazement as the log he was clinging to slowly disintegrated around him. He even saw the unlucky plant-wolf dissolving into pudding off to the side. Though it seemed impossible, the acids were leaving him completely unharmed. He wondered if this creature, which was clearly a herbivore by nature, had evolved a stomach that broke down only plant-based organic material. Whatever the reason was, he was happy to be alive as her stomach churned and bubbled. He had to be careful, though, as more and more food kept raining down of him. But eventually, it stopped, and he heard a satisfied sigh, followed by a drum-like noise that was likely the zebra patting her own belly. Her breathing slowed and it seemed more than likely that she had drifted off to sleep. Jon was alive, but seemed stuck, with no way out. Except one. A really unpleasant one. He sighed, he could go down that route, or he could stay here and try to live off of her as a parasite. He wasn’t sure what to do, but if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that the next 24 hours were gonna suck.

Mac and Zecora's Beach Time Fun

Author's Note

Our second session finds Mac and Zecora enjoying a nice day on the beach, oblivious of the tiny guy who's fun time they've ruined. Of course, as one might expect, this turns into quite the adventure for the little guy, who ends up inside one of the giants, and then passed through in a rather odd way. For those unaware, there is a subset of vore called endoso, I can enjoy it, and played around with it a bit here. This one also features some sex stuff, and watersports, so be warned.

Themes: Macro/Micro, Unaware, Vore, Body Explore, Pie, Sandwich, Endoso, Watersports, Swimming in Cum.

Macro Zecora: Big Mac and Zecora
Myself: Unnamed Human

Mac and Zecora's Beach Time Fun

There was a loud ‘thwoom’ sound as a massive foot slammed into the beach, kicking up a huge amount of sand. The massive foot belonging to a large striped creature it a teal bikini that stood at least 300 feet tall. She looked over the beach and smiled. “Yes. This looks like a good place to relax.”

There were a large number of tiny creatures of the beach, but they were so small and insignificant, that she basically just ignored them. They were simple nuisances at best. And she simply walked on top of them as she went over to lay out her beach towel.

I had gotten to the beach early this morning, enough so that I’d actually gotten to watch the sun rise through the ocean. That was quite the sight, and it was blinding enough that I’d missed a brief moment of a flash that had surrounded the area, making me blink against it, before just laying back and letting the sounds of the surface striking against the beach allow me to drift off to sleep.

That sleep was actually really peaceful for several hours, with that beautiful sun streaming down onto my skin, warming me all up. Then a shudder passed through the sand. It was enough to make the world shake about like a salt shaker being upended, and it caused many things to scatter out of the sand, some of them coming into my view for the first time.

The sight of them was shocking, as what should have been crabs, and maybe some sand fleas were not normal. Some were larger than they should have been, some smaller, and all with weird colorings, or even odd makeups, like one that seemed to have literally been carved from rock as it went scuttling away. Of course, they were the least of the things that caught my eye, as the pounding noise came closer.

The sight that greeted me was a woman, one that looked suspiciously like a zebra, but with arms and legs. A teal bikini and top were the only things on her body, and her bare feet were slamming down into the sand, scattering the dunes as she went, heedless of what got crushed under foot, which nearly included me as her sole blocked the sun overhead, and I ran out from beneath it, just getting out in time to turn and watch as my towel, cooler, and radio was smashed into nothing beneath her weight.

A large beach towel with a spiral sun pattern on it fell over the beach. It was easily the size of a large circus tent and covered almost from the edge of the water to the edge of the beach. The monstrous zebra woman didn’t seem to mind, though, and lay down on it happily. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact she had just stepped on several people as she stretched out, her back popping into place. “Mmmm… It’s been a long week. It’s nice to be able to visit the beach every once in awhile.” She allowed the shore the lap at her feet, washing away anything that remained of whatever and whoever she had stepped on. Her stomach growled, she hoped Mac would get here soon, but she figured for now, she would work on her tan. She reached back and undid the clasp to her top, allowing her gigantic boobs to bounce freely.

Gasping and watching as the large zebra woman walked farther down, I was forced to shut my eyes and cover my head as she struck out with her towel, flapping it briefly in the air, and scattering sand in every direction. That wind seemed like nothing to her, but it was enough to bury me in the grit and dirt for several seconds, forcing me to slowly dig my way back out into the open air, nearly sufficating me before I finally burst free of it, and taking a deep breath of the salty, sea air. Gulping down as much as I could, I turned to find her laying herself back on her towel, the odd pattern on it a match for a symbol on her thigh as she said words that were loud enough to shake the world briefly, before her stomach grumbled out like a monster, and then she undid her top, letting me watch as her womanly attributes briefly bounced in the sun, before she let go of it, and it came down towards me. Crying out, I ran from beneath the large cloth cup, trying to get out from beneath them, lest I get lost in the fabric, and my course took me right onto her towel, where I tripped at the corner, and then slid across it, soon coming to a stop right beside her thigh.

The ground started shaking again as another giant approached the beach. This one was somehow even bigger! Standing a full head taller than the zebra. It was a male, wearing a loose pair of swimming trunks with red and green apple patterns all over them. This one appeared to be a male, and was covered in red fur, except for an orange mane, which blew majestically in the wind as he walked over to the sunbathing zebra.

“Hello, Zecora.” He smiled, his foot landing dangerously close to the tiny human below. “I see you’re working on that lovely fur of yours.”

“Mac!” Zecora blushed. “I didn’t expect you here for another half-an-hour!” She quickly covered herself with an arm.

“Well, I figured you’d be hungry, since I told you not to eat breakfast.” He set down a massive picnic basket, easily the size of a gas station. “I packed us all sorts of good stuff.”

I slowly began to back away from the thigh of the zebra, not wanting to touch the giantess, lest she know I was here. I didn’t know what she’d do to me if she did, but it seemed best not to get involved, and instead, creep away. Of course, that plan was thwarted as the world shook again, this time with even louder footsteps, and soon enough, a huge figure crossed the dunes, coming closer to us.

His gaze swept along the body of the zebra, as she dozed lightly, and I saw those green eyes nearly lock with mine, and with a small noise, I hoped neither heard, I looked for somewhere to hide from his sight. Unfortunately, the towel offered me little in the way of hiding places, and instead I was forced to just dive down, laying myself as flat as possible, which proved to be a boon, as the giant stallion took a step forward, onto the towel.

His foot came down like a boulder, and it shook the world around me as he walked all over me. Literally, the foot smashed me down into the towel, and I began to smell the heat and sweat coming from between his toes as he stood there, oblivious to my presence as he set down what was in his hands, and then finally took a step off me, letting me breath for a moment, and see the basket laying nearby.

Briefly, I considered diving into the thing, I could smell bread, cheese, meat, and other tantalizing odors from inside, but the idea of being somewhere near the food of these giants wasn’t appealing, and as the stallion moved, his gaze once more sweeping over her body as she set up, I saw an opening between her legs as she raised her knees off the towel, and I rushed for it, getting out of sight of the two.

“Oh. I see.” Zecora giggled and opened the basket, glancing over the contents of the food within. “All the makings for sandwiches I see.” She started pulling stuff out of the basket, and setting it down in the area of the of the towel that the tiny human was running through. She placed a huge block of cheese, easily the size of a car down, followed by a gigantic water silo, full of what appeared to be mayonaise. And then bread to the side of it.

“Eyup.” Macintosh nodded. “And I even brought us a pie for dessert.” He smiled. “Which I guess makes it the second sweetest thing on this beach.” He chuckled.

Zecora rolled her eyes at his cheesy line, but couldn’t help but laugh at it a little. “Aw… Come here you.” She pulled him down and gave him a kiss on the nose.

Macintosh smiled at her enthusiasm. “Uh… is this gonna end how I hope it’s gonna…” She blushed.

“Maybe…” Zecora looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “That’ll depend on a few things. Like how much energy I’ll have after eating, and how good your pie is...”

Mac smirked. “I guarantee, you won’t be disappointed.”

The two titans moving above me were like great mountains of muscle. First the zebra shifted in how she was sitting, making her butt come dangerously close to crushing me beneath her might cheeks, and then her legs came together, her powerful thighs nearly squashing me between them in a way I knew would have been deadly for someone of my stature compared to her’s, and so I was forced to run for it.

Diving between her legs, I landed on the towel, and almost immediately had the sky darken again. For a moment I thought it was the foot of the stallion again, but he was now on the towel with her, sitting down, and looking up, I found instead a huge slice of bread being lowered towards me. Crying out, I ran from the thing, getting just out from under it, as the zebra lady started talking to what I assumed was her beau.

Luckily, the pair weren’t looking at me, or at anything else, other than each other. Unluckily, the zebra woman continued to unload the basket, and I was forced to dodge around a block of cheese that easily could have crushed me, and a silo that smelled funny, like a deli, and I realized it must have been stuffed with mayo, from the white goop that dripped from around the top.

I barely got out of the way as those things came down, and then the titans kissed in the air above me, the stallion’s hands coming down just so that they pressed me into the towel, his fingers forming into fists as he seemed to get excited thanks to what she was doing, if his rapidly beating heart was any indication. Unfortunately, as he raised his hand, he kept the fist closed, and I was drawn into the sky by the oblivious red lug, leaving me hanging in the air, unwilling to move, lest he realize I was in his grip.

Mac’s hands quickly found it’s way to Zecora’s back as he kissed her back, the two looked like they were going to have sex right then and there, but another growl from Zecora’s stomach snapped her out of her lust. “Mmm…” She broke away from his embrace. “I… I need a minute to get something to eat…” She panted, “And then we can…”

Macintosh nodded and pulled the pie out of the basket as he watched Zecora preparing herself a sandwich. He was clearly very excited under his swimming trunks, as Zecora hadn’t bothered to put her top back on. She picked up a knife, that looked like it should be used in an industrial sawmill and started scooping thick amount of mayo onto the bread, glancing back up at Mac with every other pass over the bread.

The ride in the hand was quite jarring for me, as the stallion moved, and then suddenly I found himself pressed into the black and white fur of the zebra woman, finding it was actually softer, and thicker than I would have imagined. It was actually making me a bit aroused, though that might have been the amount of musk in the air from the pair, as they were playing at their games, at least until the zebra’s stomach let out a rumble.

Mac’s hand released me, and I found myself trying desperately to get a grip on Zecora’s shoulders as he did so, but the fur strands were just slick enough that I couldn’t find any. With a shout, I rolled down her body, her arm knocking me off, and landing with a splorch sound inside the silo full of mayo, the stuff thick enough that I could barely move as it forced it’s way into my mouth and nose.

Luckily, I didn’t have to endure it long, as Zecora’s blade found me on the first pass, and I was once again gulping down air. At least until she smashed me hard into the bread, the ‘knife’ she was holding rubbing over my body, and somehow separating me from my swim trunks, leaving me nude, even as the two above me didn’t even see my tiny form on the slice of bread the zebra was holding.

Mac watched intently as Zecora finished spreading the mayo on the sandwich. She then went on to the task of putting slices of cheese on the bread, purposely doing it meticulously as possible, so she could tease his arousal as long as possible. She even wiggled her breasts back and forth for his amusement as she did.

At last she finished the filling of her sandwich and placed a piece of bread on top of it. Before seductively licking her lips and taking a messy bite out of it, allowing some of its contents to drip all over the towel below.

Macintosh chuckled nervously as he watched her eat, some mayonnaise spilling onto her chest. “Is…” He gulped. “Is it good?”

“Mmm…” The zebra happily licked her lips. “Very good.” She smiled before taking another bite.

The mayo was heavy, even as it was spread over my body, making it hard to breath, let alone move. I struggled, squirmed, and otherwise tried to break free of the stuff, but it was difficult to do more than lift my head, before another weight slammed down onto my back, making me cry out as it felt like I was being crushed under a block. Worse, it drove me down into the mayo again, and suddenly I could only breath through my nose.

After more weight is put on my back, and then something above even that that feels heavier still, the world moves in a jerky fashion, and I feel my stomach drop into my knees as the sandwich I was now part of was lifted into the sky. The anticipation of being chomped, chewed, or otherwise crushed by the teeth of one of the two equines lasts no time at all, as the zebra jams a large chuck of the sandwich into her muzzle, and me along with it.

Well, half of me anyway, as I’m hanging out of her lips, the soft, but firm things crushing my middle, even as her teeth smash through the bread and cheese. Saliva covers my face, and her tongue sweeps out, probably to try and draw me into her maw, but I push against it, and instead go into free fall, slamming into her muzzle once, before rolling off, and thanks the way she was sitting, falling right into the space between her breasts, which then seal around me as she chuckles to herself.

The sounds of her body beneath me were disturbing, as the chewing from above translated as an almost machine like grind. Then the squelching noise of the swallow, as the load of food is drawn down into her middle, passing beneath me as if to tell me that I’d almost been part of it, before it was gone into the gurgling noise of her belly, leaving me a mayo covered form still trapped on her rack, as I tried to pull myself free.

“Thank you.” Macintosh smiled. “I’m glad you liked it…” He sweated nervously, despite it being a relatively cool day out.
Zecora took another bite of her sandwich, before giving a confused look and fishing a finger around the inside of her mouth. “What’s this?” She asked, pulling out a pair of slightly chewed swimming trunks.

“No idea.” Macintosh shrugged. “Must be debris from the beach. Sorry about that…”

Zecora finished her sandwich and swallowed, before sitting up and running her fingers over Macintosh’s chest. “Well, it doesn’t matter. It was very good regardless.” She smiled and hugged his chest. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back. “And thank you for sharing these with me.” He ran a finger across her naked breasts, eliciting a giggle from the zebra.

“I’m glad you’re pleased with them.” She smirked. “But we still haven’t tried out that pie of yours,” She licked her lips. “I hope it’ll be good.”

The struggles against her body weren’t nearly as easy as they should have been, due to the way she kept moving. My grip on her fur was tenuous during the best of times, and each time she spoke or moved her arm, I would lose it, and slide back down between her breasts, which sometimes would squish together, leaving me wheezing for a moment, as the giantess kept eating.

Finally, at last, I was able to grab enough of a handful, wrapping it around my own hands to literally drag myself up, laying in the fuzz on her left breast, gasping and choking on the air. Luckily, the fur was thick enough right here that it was higher than I was when I was laying down. Unluckily, the finger of the stallion was taller still, and it hit me hard, as the pair began to draw closer, knocking me of, so I slid down her body, before ending up just above her crotch, my fingers grasping at her belly button.

“Oh, don’t you worry.” said Mac. “I promise you it’ll be good.” He picked up a similar massive knife. “Just give me a second to get everything ready.”

“Okay.” Zecora nodded and stood up above him. “I hope you don’t mind if I do the same.” She stuck a finger into her waistband and snapped it, instantly getting the horny stallion’s attention.

Mac slowly cut the pie, but couldn’t take his eye off of Zecora as she continued to slowly play with her waistband, each time leaving a bit more of her nice, round flank exposed.

Macintosh wasn’t able to pay attention what he was doing properly, and as she started sliding them down all the way, he slipped a little and brushed the knife against his finger, not enough to draw blood, as the giant stallion had a very thick hide, but enough for it to be a little painful. He gave a surprised yelp.

Zecora smirked, she knew Mac was fine, but did feel a little sorry for him. “Oh, are you okay?” She smirked and sauntered towards him, kicking her swimsuit bottom free as she did. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

“Uh… that would be nice…” said Mac, before realizing she was sort of role playing with him. “Uh… of course, there’s another digit I have that could also use a little healing.” He grinned sheepishly.

Hanging where I was, I got to watch as the stallion held a knife like thing in his hand, and then brought up a pie of indeterminant make, slicing into the crust with ease using the thing. His blade gleamed in the sun overhead, and was actually almost distracting enough that I forgot where I was, at least until Zecora rose to her feet. Suddenly, the ground was far, far below me, rather than within jumping distance, making the next action a bit more meaningful, as her hand came down.

For a brief instant, I feared she’d felt me, despite seemingly having so thick a skin that I was invisible to her. That was, fortunately, the case. The thing she was doing was still a problem, however, as her hand snapped at her waistband, pulling it far away, and then letting it fall back into a place with a deafening crack. I would have covered my ears against the sharp noise, but I found the belly button shaking as the sting of it went through her, and I was forced to grab on tightly, as she moved around, nearly spilling me out onto the towel or sand far below.

Before I could climb back into the belly button, a yelp noise, like the below of a great beast, came out of the stallion, and Zecora froze in mid step, making my grip all the looser, as I hung on by a literal hair from her belly, swinging a little too and fro as she stepped forward. Then she was next to the stallion, and I found myself contemplating a leap of faith, one that was decided for me as she leaned forward, and I spilled out off her, and then landed heavily on the stallion’s chest.

Mac’s fur was, if not as thick as Zecora’s, at least rougher, and I was able to grab it to slow myself, eventually coming to a halt just above his shorts, and then looking up as the two playfully began to stare into each other’s eyes. That gaze was broken as Zecora began to turn her head, and I realized there was no way she would miss me, as her head began to turn, so I was faced with a choice I made swiftly. Letting go of the hair, I slid downwards farther, and soon was inside Big Mac’s shorts, his throbbing erection right next to me, filling the air with musk.

Big Macintosh smiled as Zecora delivered a quick peck to the end of his finger, before gently pushing him down to the ground. He gulped and smiled as Zecora slowly pulled down his swimming trunks, letting his musk dissipate into the air, which her nostrils happily inhaled. Sensing it was free from its confines, his throbbing erection immediately stood up on end, almost doubling in size.

“Oh… It does look rather sensitive.” Zecora purred. “I’ll be sure to be very gentle.” She leaned in close and gave it a gentle kiss on the very tip, making Mac’s toes curl with glee.

Zecora smiled and ran her fingers through Mac’s thick orange pubes, allowing her fingers to become coated with his lovely musk. She licked her lips and got ready to really go down on him, when Mac help up his hand.

“W-wait…” He protested. “I think…” He gulped. “You should have some of my pie first. It wouldn’t make sense for you to start with the sweetest thing I have to offer…” He scooped up a piece and held it out to the zebra, who happily took the piece in her hands.

The air rushed in, as a pair of familiar fingers worked their way into the shorts, and I dove down into the thick jungle of hair around the shaft, trying to ignore the musty smelling sweat as it coating my body, at least cleaning off the mayo at last, and leaving me exposed as the zebra lady pulled the shorts off Mac’s body, bring a shiver to my skin as the open air was nowhere near as warm as the shorts.

Above me, the face of Zecora hung in the sky, her eyes seeming to bore into me with her full weight, as she sucked in the air around me. Her nostrils flared, and a feeling like a vacuum that drew me out of the hair, and left me to fall as she stopped. Sadly, I didn’t fall onto the stallion again, but rather, between the two, and landing with a grunt on a rough, brown surface at smelled of baked goods.

With a grunt, I tried to rise up from where I’d landed, but the voices above me rumbled, and I was left laying flat against the ground as everything moved, with the stallion picking up the thing I was laying on, and then holding it out to the zebra, who didn’t even look down at me, as she brought the slice of pie towards her.

Zecora happily opened her mouth and took a big bite of the pie. Her face lighting up as she swallowed a mouthful. “Mmmm…” She purred. “That was good, Mac.” She said, before bringing what little was left of the pie into her mouth. But instead of immediately swallowing it, she leaned in to kiss Macintosh, letting the half-chewed food swap back and forth in their mouths as their tongues fought with each other.

Zecora raised her hips as they made out, allowing Macintosh to slowly penetrate her as they both swallowed the pie. Zecora smiled as his tip slowly eased its way inside of her. “You’re right, Mac.” She panted. “That was a really good pie.”

“Heh!” The stallion smirked and grunted as he moved himself around to penetrate her deeper. “I’m glad you liked it. I put my heart and soul into that pie.”

“Well, it did seem like it was shouting a little.” She smirked as sweat started to drip from her as well. “Maybe that was its way of saying it was happy to be eaten.”

Macintosh chuckled. But did feel that Zecora had a point, as he could have sworn he heard it as well, but he didn’t have time to dwell on the matter, as he was quickly swept up by the heat of the moment.

Zecora’s muzzle came on like a black hole, and I dove away from it just in time, her teeth coming down like guillotine blades and breaking through the pie’s crust with a loud crack. The ground beneath me shook, and I nearly fell off the piece of dessert I was on, to the ground below, but my hand hooked onto a small bit of crust that was sticking up, and I was just able to keep myself in my position, allowing me to watch as the zebra woman almost swallowed the first bite of pie whole.

When her mouth opened again, I cried out as loudly as I could, but my words didn’t reach her ears, as she shoved me into her maw. The cool breeze of the beach was replaced with the hot, humid inside of a living body, as saliva and fluids began to drip all around me, soaking into the pie, and forcing me to abandon it as it became a goopy mess on her tongue.

Landing with another splat, I was given a single moment of peace, before her mouth began to move around me. At first, I thought she was chewing, and I tried to move away from her teeth, but then I realized it was worse than that, as a second tongue entered her maw, and I was sandwiched between them as they wrestled, the pie chunks going around me, and making it impossible to tell what way was which in the chaos.

I screamed as I felt the world shake, and then louder still as the moaning of two voices in pleasure shook my body, making it hard to breathe. I fought, punched, and tried to even bite the tongues around me as they moved less like solid objects, and more like tides of flesh, waves passing between them, and tossing me all around. I nearly landed on a molar a time or two as the pair of titans kiss around me.

Finally, they stop, and the tongues slowly untangle themselves, leaving me gasping on the long whale of a member I’m almost pasted to by the spit. My position lasted only a few seconds, however, as the one who’s mouth I was in, chose to swallow the contents of it, the tip of the tongue rising up in a horribly slow arc, before I was sliding backwards into the throat, with one last scream, before the muscles grabbed me, and dragged me down into the body far below.

Zecora smiled as the last bits of the pie disappeared down her throat. Her stomach churned happily as she and her her lover made love on the beach, still completely oblivious to the tiny human that had tagged along for the ride with them. Zecora was bouncing up and down quite a bit, but was a fertile mare, and could afford to make love several times a day, she would probably do so later, once her meal had been given a chance to digest.

But for now, she moaned, which could be heard for miles around as she finally achieved orgasm, bouncing and thrusting far harder than usual. The two giant equines just lay there, panting and gasping on the sweat and sex-covered towel. They timidly ground up against each other and kissed, still lying naked on the beach. The thought of covering themselves completely exiled from their sex-hazed minds. Zecora didn’t even notice the faint yelling or kicking sounds coming from her stomach, she was far too enthralled with Macintosh for that.

Hours passed, and the two seemed more than content to spend to the whole day, lying nude on the beach and talking to each other. It’s not like the had any responsibilities to get to. It was a life of ease being that size.

The throat was made of soft walls backed by hard muscle, that gave and smashed together around me, making the air pressure rise and fall with each motion. It was large enough that as they pulled away, I couldn’t get a grip, but when they came together, the motion was so powerful that I couldn’t do anything but be carried along by it. At least, that was what happened for the first few feet down.

At one point, there was a junction, and as it came I dove towards the one that didn’t have a gurgling sound down it. The pipe, instead, felt wet and gooey, and I was forced to roll down it as something at the end caused the air to get sucked down into the space. Once within, I realized quickly that I wasn’t in the stomach, as the walls, with the red tinted light coming through them, allowed me to see porous walls.

It took several motions of the walls going out, making the air feel thick and heavy, and then pulling back inward, making the air light and thin, that I realized I was in the lungs of one of the giants. Their body shuddered and shook, and by the pattern of breath, I figured they were going at each other, which was less than ideal, as I shouted out, trying to get them to hear me, pounding against walls that felt more like sponge than flesh.

Before I could come up with another plan, the body around me jerked, tossing me backwards, onto the floor of the lung. Then the equine breathed in deeply, dragging more and more air into their body, and pressing me farther and farther into the pores, until, as they let out a shout of orgasam, I was literally sucked out into the wall, my body being jerked, compressed, and stretched, until I was dragged into a tube that was full of liquid.

The tube was tight, more restrictive than the throat, but the liquid in it was flowing around with such force behind it that I couldn’t help but be pushed along. That was the worse part, of course, as the motion of being dragged about made me nauseous. Worse, I couldn’t even pass out, as the liquid was breathable somehow, the stuff filling my lungs with oxygen, and making it obvious where I was.

The bloodstream. I was inside the veins of one of the titans. Their body was so powerful compared to mine that I was like a germ to them. As if to emphasis that, I was dragged into the thudding heart, where the walls jerked about wildly, their motion smashing into my body, and making me sore, even as I was pressed against walls, and then squeezed through fleshy valves.

After that, I was shot out again, and went with the blood around the body, being forced to endure every motion of the equine, before, mercifully, the ride ended. The bloody came to a thin spot in the walls, and my body proved too much for the vein to hold, as the wall burst, letting me spill out into open air. There, I coughed, and breathed in the musty smell of the inside of a living being.

It was still better than breathing blood, and I coughed for several minutes, getting tossed around as the chamber about me shook and bounced. It was a while later, possibly an hour, that I finally got back to my feet, and took stock. The chamber I was in wasn’t a stomach, that was sure, as the liquid in it wasn’t caustic, and smelled not of bile, but of musk, making me wonder just where I was, at least, for a few seconds.

Then I felt them, wriggling in the water, and I almost screamed, as I understood how bad my situation was. This was made worse as something squeezed the space I was in, making it even tighter, and nearly drowning me in the liquid, which clung to my body all over as it went back down, making me cough and spit it out as best as I could, while desperately pounding on the walls.

I was in Big Mac’s balls. Literally swimming in his cum, and if the motions of the chamber were any indication, outside, the pair were still going at each other. Worse still, the liquid was filling the space up, rising from around my ankles, to my waist in only a few minutes. If I didn’t get out of here soon, I’d be part of a load shot into the zebra, and I personally had no interest in seeing what she looked like that closely.

“Mmmm…” Macintosh purred as he squeezed his lover’s breast. Already he was feeling ready for a second round, his balls positively churning with lust and virility. “You gonna be ready for another round sometime?” He looked up and smiled.

“Yes…” Zecora slowly opened her eyes. “But I’d rather we spice it up a little. You know, try something we don’t do all that often.”

“Like what?” Macintosh raised an eyebrow. “Anal? Because I’ve plowed that nice ass of yours almost as many times as I’ve done my fields.” He chuckled.

“No… I was thinking… We’re at a beach, why don’t we go out and play some watersports?”

“Watersports?” Macintosh gave a confused look. “How’s that supposed to work.”

Zecora stood up and started wading into the water, which barely came up past her ankles, she had to go all the way out to the continental shelf for it to come anywhere close.

Macintosh followed her, aroused, but also a little confused. Zecora lay down and floated on the water’s surface, positioning herself below Mac. “Okay, honey…” She smirked and looked up at his cock. “I want you to pee on me… to cover me with your fragrant fluids.”

“Oh!” Mac looked down in surprise. “This is a little different.” He blushed. “I like it…”

The chamber shifted, shook, and moved, as the fluids continued to fill, making me very aware of where I was, and I decided, once it was up past my thighs even a little, I wanted out. I heard words through the thick, fleshy walls, but couldn’t understand them, but the way the walls shuddered and shook, I was sure it was a sign they were getting it on once again, and I refused to be part of a load, so I searched, and eventually found, a small opening in the wall above me.

Wriggling, squirming, and forcing my hands into it, I was able to pull the wall open at that spot, and then leapt upwards, the chamber nearly spilling onto me as I forced my way into a tight pipe of flesh. I knew what this was, and tried to ignore it, as I made my way up the urethra of the stallion, the walls around me crushing against where I was. At least the tube finally shifted, and it pointed downwards, instead of upwards, allowing me an easier time.

Then there was a sound of rushing liquids behind me, and I was very much aware of another activity that the male hole I was in was involved in. Images of me being pissed into a toilet and then flushed made my movements more frantic, but I was fighting a losing battle, as a rush of piss soon came down, and with a shout, it carried me out into the open air once again.

Zecora smiled as she felt gallons upon gallons of Macintosh’s warm piss splatter all over her striped coat. The scent of his potent liquid filled Zecora’s nostrils and drove her mad with lust.

“Was… that enjoyable?” asked Macintosh.

“Oh… you have no idea…” Zecora purred. “Now get down here, lover boy.”

Macintosh got down on his knees and got ready to go for another round with the titanic zebra, his urethra and cock already pleasantly buzzing from relieving himself, it slid inside easy as the two started to create massive waves.

I spilled out onto the fur of the zebra again, the wave of putrid piss splitting along her hairs, and taking me with it, so that I was splashed down into the water at her back. There, I felt relief at finally being free, and quickly began to swim away from the, headed as fast as I could towards the shore, and finally dragging my tired body onto the beach once again. Gasping, groaning, and too sore to move, I rolled over onto my back, and listened to the pair as they made love, and wished them a long and happy relationship, far away from me.

A Royalmantic Picnic

Author's Note

Third times the charm, and this time finds Shining Armor and Cadence having a picnic in the middle of the woods. Of course, as you might expect, they're not alone, and five unlucky souls find themselves caught beneath these two anthro ponies, and end up dying, sometimes in rather painful ways. I'm not always into the death thing, but I can enjoy it, and google coin flip said to do it, so here it is. I hope you guys like this one, as I know Macro Zecora and I did.
Themes: Macro/Micro, Unaware, Pastries, Sandwich, Icing, Body Explore, Digestion, Crush, Death.
Macro Zecora: Shining Armor and Cadence
Myself: Paul, Rick, Alex, Maria, and Lisa(Humans)

A Royalmantic Picnic

The woods echoed with the sounds of birds and animals going about their day, and that was fine to the friends who’d made camp in a small clearing in the middle of the forest. They’d been warned by a local or two that the place wasn’t to be journeyed into, that creatures both dark and mysterious were at work in the woods, but none of them cared. After all, superstitious nonsense wasn’t to be taken seriously, not in the day and age of cellphones, GPSs, and all the other tools they had.

Besides, the place was beautiful to look at. Tall trees, of shapes and sizes they’d never seen before, and will fauna that was at once dangerous, but also cautious around the people who’d made their way into it. The worst they’d seen was a wolf pack, that Alex had scared away with a noise maker, a can with a rock in it. The sound it made had scared away most of the animals, and even if that hadn’t been enough, Paul had a gun, just to be on the safe side.

The other three members of the group, Rick, Lisa, and Maria weren’t quite so outdoorsy as the other two, but it didn’t matter. They had their phones, and a generator to keep them charged. That was enough for them to actually enjoy the great outdoors, the games or books in their phones letting them seemingly fast forward through all the boring parts of nature, only looking up when there was something to see, do, or just enjoy the smell of.

Today, after yesterday’s near disaster in the lake, when fishing had nearly gotten Rick dragged into the water by some wickedly strong fish, they’d decided on a more land bound activity. Just a quick hike into the nearby hills, where the trees thinned out a bit, and a few rocky outcroppings made for some nice places to take a few photos of the surrounding landscape. They’d left their packs and everything at camp, thinking they would be back in less than an hour, and set off just shy of noon, after eating some quick snacks.

Suddenly, the ground shook all around the five campers as a pair of giant humanoids appeared over the horizon. They were huge. Huge beyond any measure of the word. They must have easily been 1500 feet tall, making the tiny campers mere ants compared to them. It was a miracle in their eyes that they could even move at all without collapsing under their own weight. One was pink, and slightly shorter than the other, but had a pair of large wings, capable of starting cyclones, on her back. This one appeared to be female and was tenderly hugging her larger white counterpart, who was clearly male, as could be seen by the massive penis that bounced between his legs as he walked.

The two casually walked out into the forest, crushing several trees with every step they took. Even though they had just appeared over the horizon, their stride was so massive that it did not take long before they were almost directly on top of the tiny humans’ campsite. The pink mare’s foot landing squarely in middle of the lake, the deep water barely even coming up to her ankle. She looked down and frowned. “Aw… I don’t know, Shiny. It’s a little wet around here. Are you sure this is the best place for a picnic?”

“Oh, of course.” He nodded and looked up at her. “Trust me, there’s a whole bunch of exotic plants you can get here to spice up those boring old sandwiches we usually make. Honeysuckles, Maple trees, you name it.”

“Well, okay…” The pink mare sighed and sat down, sending a massive shockwave through the forest. “If you’re absolutely sure.”

“Course I’m sure.” Shining grinned and looked her in the eyes. “I wouldn’t drag you all the way out here, in the middle of nowhere, if we weren’t going to have a good time together.”

The friends were halfway up an outcropping of rock, Alex complaining a bit when his hand slipped and scraped against a stone, when the first tremor hit. The fact that the quake happened at all was enough to make the five of them stand up and take notice, looking around for someplace safe to stand, and then quickly jogging through the stones they’d been climbing to get to a clear space just beyond them. This proved harder than anticipated though.

First because the shaking stopped after only a moment. By the time everyone had their feet on the ground, it was over, and they wondered what they heck that had been. Then another tremor, this one even stronger, ripped through the land, and small stones began to pour out of the sides of the wall, raining pebbles and debris down onto them. Lisa and Maria adapted quickly, taking off their shirts and using them as umbrellas while running, an action the guys quickly copied and followed.

The race through the tight bed of a long dry creek that had carved it out was difficult. Worse still when the tremors stopped, and then started again, this time yet still stronger, making the walls themselves start to crackle and pop, as small chunks began to fall off. Still, they kept going, despite the need to keep their heads covered, and after a minute of rushing headlong out of the canyon, they were once more atop what looked like a rolling hill, only to be faced with something that should not be there.

In the woods, several hundred feet from them, was a hundred foot construct of pure white, standing next to one of light pink. The trees around it were flattened, some beneath it, others from the shockwave of where it had impacted the ground. The trees, barely coming up to half the height of either of the things, were then drawn into the air as the constructs took off again, rising high, and spilling out debris and others things onto the landscape, making the campers debate going back into the canyon.

The choice was rendered moot when the constructs landed again, a cloud of dust spilling into the air around the white, while the pink splashed down into the lake they’d been swimming in the day before. The water surged into the woods, tearing down might trees, while behind the five, an almost magnitude four quake shook through the ground, and the canyon they’d been sight seeing in literally collapsed behind them, forcing them to run as rocks began to pour forth from it.

Then they heard a noise, like the roar of a jet engine, and all of them fell to their knees as it rumbled over them. Alex could literally feel his chest shaking in time with it, as he writhed on the ground in agony for a moment. It was Rick, however, that realized where the sound had come from, and when he looked up, he just went quiet, only pointing with his hand after his ears had stopped ringing, the others following his finger, until they saw what he did, and they were left stunned.

The things...they weren’t constructs. They weren’t made by anyone, and the thoughts that had been flitting through their minds of aliens or the like were banished, or perhaps, altered, as they looked up to find that what was already giant to them, was merely a part of a far, far greater whole. Above the constructs stood titans, as if they’d walked out of myth, and they towered so far above the world that it was doubtful they even knew they stood there.

The two things were people...well, in general. They had two arms, to legs, feet and hands, and heck, one had what was obviously a picnic basket in one hand hanging at his side. A male and female, if their bodies were anything to go by, too. A couple, maybe? However, their faces weren’t even close to human, instead, something like a horse, or maybe a pony, with one having a dense, snow white coat and blue mane, while the other was light pink, with a darker, purple-ish pink mane.

The white one’s lips moved, and the booming came again, deeper, and louder than before. Those were words. The titans were speaking, but so loudly that the campers just couldn’t understand them. Worse, Paul began to panic, all his training telling him one thing, to run for it. Maria charged after him, either for his protection, or to drag him back, it was impossible to say. Whatever her designs, the darkening sky drew their attention skywards, and everyone saw the falling bottom of the pink one, as she sat down.

They screamed, one or two cried, but they all ran, scattering around, none thinking of staying together for safety, instead only the flight response entering their brains, telling them they needed to run. They did make it out from under the shadow of the pink rump, if only because she wasn’t sitting right on top of them, but the concussive blast of the impact sent a burst of air through the region, sending them skyward, and leaving them no air to scream with as they were tossed about.

Cadence waved her multi-colored tail around rapidly with anticipation as Shining sat down next to her and started to unpack the picnic basket he was carrying. The basket was absolutely huge compared to the tiny humans below, easily the size of a grocery store, as the two ponies were so massive, they were basically the size of ants to them, which seemed appropriate, given that the two seemed to be setting up some sort of picnic. It was a little odd that the two seemed to be doing it in the nude, maybe their culture didn’t have clothing, or maybe this was a romantic outing, possibly both, but regardless, it didn’t change the fact that the two were devastating the forest the campers found themselves in.

“So what did you bring?” Asked Cadence. “I mean besides stuff for sandwiches, obviously.” She smirked.

“Well, I packed us some crystal berry pastries for dessert, but if you need an appetizer, I packed some hay chips, as well as some onion dip to go with them.” He emptied the items from the basket and placed them next to her hips.

“Oh…” Cadence grinned. “You spoil me. You know I have a thing for the onion dip.” She picked up a chip and dangled it over the dip.

“Mhmm.” Shining nodded, getting the sandwich stuff out of the basket. “I told you I wanted today to be a perfect day for us.” He smiled as he watched Cadence bring the chip to her mouth.

Lisa’s cry of terror was cut off as she landed on something. Or rather, in something gooey. It was like landing in a pit of mud, and it clung to her just as hard, making it difficult for her to move around in. At first, her struggles only seemed to make her sink deeper, but as the cold stuff worked on her, she felt her body go a bit more limp, and instead started to rise up out of the gunk, slowly, but surely, making her way up and out of it.

Alex’s flight ended far less pleasantly, as he slammed hard into something that was a lot more firm, and it held him there for only a moment, the surface a bit sticky, but tilted at an almost ninety degree angle. His fall was inevitable, but his grasping hands soon locked onto what looked like a thin, which tree sprouting from the landscape, allowing him to grab onto it in his flailing, his whole body, arms and legs, wrapping around it, as his thundering heart nearly hid the roaring sound coming from the surface the tree grew out of, as it moved in and out.

Rick’s fall was less direct, as he was swirled in the air, spinning and pivoting around in the sky, the dust forcing his eyes closed, and causing them to water. When he finally landed, it was on a plain of fluffy white, and for a moment, he thought he’d landed on the white male titan, but then realized there were holes everywhere, meaning it couldn’t have been that, especially as he was looking up at the titan, standing over him, only now noticing a very unicorn like horn on his head.

Paul’s landing was just as soft as Rick’s, though on a firmer surface. It was brown instead of white, and tasted of grains when some of it got into his mouth when he slid against it in his fall. Rising to his feet, he looked all around, and then screamed as the hand of the titan, the white one, came down towards him. Fingers three times taller than he was, and many, many times longer, locked onto the landscape, and he was forced to grab onto a white boulder sticking out of it, grabbing onto the thing for all he was worth and riding it out of the picnic basket.

Finally, there was Maria, who landed on something that wasn’t quite firm, or quite a liquid. It was fluffy, light, and when some got into her mouth, it tasted of calories. Her body was still barely able to move in the stuff, however, and she was left wading through it, trying to get to the edge of the pink goop that topped a crystal pastry, unaware she was near the center, and with her speed it would take almost an hour to find a way off.

It was Lisa who realized her predicament first. As the pink titan, who had wings and a horn, she noted, brought what was obviously a giant chip down into the goop. It slammed down into the stuff, and then pulled towards her, rising up out of it, and a carrying a load with it. Sadly, this loaded included the tiny woman, who tried to cry out, but was pushed under the stuff, only able to watch as she was lifted towards the maw of the pink titan.

“Mmmm….” Cadence purred as she happily chewed her hay chip into a fine mush below swallowing her, cleaning scraping her tongue clean against her teeth and making sure she had gotten all of the delectable sauce that was trapped between her molars. “I’d forgotten just how good that dip is, honey. I love the salty taste that you get with it.”

“Thanks,” Shining smiled, placing generous amounts of cheese, lettuce and sliced tomatoes onto the slice of bread. “I figured you’d enjoy it.” He leaned over and surveyed the forest for certain types of plants. “Though to balance out the salt, I figure it’d be best if I give you a little sweetness on your sandwich.” He reached down and picked up some Maple Tree ‘herbs’ from the forest below, gently brushing most of the dirt off of them.

“Yeah.” Cadence smiled and eyed the pair of pastries, just sitting there, tempting her. “I could go for something that’s a little sweeter.” She leaned forwards and scooped a bit of the jam from the top a pastry, slowly suckling it against her lips, in order to get a sample of what the pastries would eventually taste like. She smiled as the explosion of sweetness reverberated around her maw, happily licking her lips as she saw Shining putting the finishing touches on her sandwich. “Hmm… actually, I think I want it a little sweeter, Shiny.” She said innocently and blinked her eyes at him. “Can you please put some of those honeysuckles of there as well?”

Shining chuckled, “Sure honey.” He stood up and started to scour the nearby terrain for the desired plant, all while Cadence watched him, happily watching his powerful, rippling muscles lift entire groves of trees from the earth below.

The tiny woman on the chip was screaming even as the hot, warm breath of the giantess blew over her, showering tiny droplets into the dip that coated the chip with her. Her screams were merely small bubbles in the dip, as her mouth remained covered, and not one of her cries reached any ears but her own as she was placed inside the muzzle, the long tongue coming out to guide her into the maw, and then the lips slowly sealing up behind her.

The air around her became muggy the moment the light was cut off, and it loosened the dip around her, making it easier to dig her way out. Sadly, this was because saliva and spit were mixing with the stuff, making it run all over the place. She spilled out onto the tongue, making her fall into a puddle of gunk that clung to her body, and entered her mouth. Spitting it out, trying to clean the taste off her own tongue, the one beneath her began to move.

Like a surging tide, it turned, and she was tossed with the chip towards the teeth. The tongue, more than a hundred feet long, seemed to barely sense her, as if she were an afterthought, and she was dumped onto a far harder surface. A tooth, she quickly realized, as the feeling of something hanging right above her made her cry out. She rolled off the thing just as the top set of molars came down, and with a horrible crashing sound, the chip was broken, shards of it flying in every direction.

These were like blades, and they went everywhere, the tongue catching many of them, sliding them back onto the tooth, but Lisa wasn’t fortunate enough for that to happen with her. Instead, one of the shards of chip smashed into her side, luckily the long way, so she was only winded, but she was sent spinning across the surface of the tongue, the saliva providing no traction until she fell into the throat of the titaness, the walls undulating around her like they were mocking her.

She wasn’t caught by those walls, wasn’t grabbed by them, and instead fell straight down. The pulsing heart the only noise she heard as the air became thicker, and harder to breath. She was getting deeper into the goddess who’d made a snack of her, and she was plummeting right into a pit. Her eyes, oddly, adjusted as she fell, and for a moment, she thought that was because of some light from outside.

As she entered the stomach, those thoughts were dashed, as the walls sparkled with some kind of luminescence that was almost dazzling as she fell into it. Her breath she’d been holding as she fell came out in one rush of wonder, before she landed on the bottom of the stomach, the soft but firm flesh catching her like a trampoline, nearly going ten feet down before it popped back into place.

When she settled down into the belly floor, the woman looked around, awestruck by how beautiful and terrible this place looked. Tiny droplets of light mixed with some liquid dripped all around her, and she could smell the acids in the air. Looking ait it all, she couldn’t say anything, too spellbound by the look of it, until a drop fell on her, and she finally screamed, the acids doing their work on her body.

To the titaness, she was barely a quarter of an inch tall, possibly not even that much, and her body saw her as nothing more than a small morsel. More filling fare fell from above, the chip, ground into paste entered, and it found the place silent as it did so. A single drop had reduced Lisa to nothing but a puddle of goop, her remains, a few bones, visible as the walls began to surge with the sparkling acids, to break down the food as it came.

Outside, Rick, on the slice of bread, he now realized from the one the male titan held, was being covered up. First some lettuce, soft and light, but somehow just as massive as the giants. The weight settled on him, and it was like a wet tarp, hard to move under, but not impossible. Then other weight began to land. First something he figured were tomatoes or something, given they landed away from him.

Then the cheese landed. That he could tell from the yellow at the edge of his vision, as he was smashed down into the bottom of the bread, held down by the unbelievable weight on his back, and unable to move as it fell. He tried to struggle, tried to rip at what was soft bread, but he couldn’t pull himself off the thing, and instead endured as more weights were added, and he was left trapped, unable to even cry out as the world went dark around him.

Beyond him, Maria was able to finally see as a pink wall smashed through the goop, and revealed to her a scene of horror, as the pink giantess, her finger covered with icing, brought it to her lips and licked it clean, the woman still trapped on what she now knew to be a treat, unnoticed amidst all the icing, and still trapped, as the stuff was solidifying around her in the air, leaving her frozen in place.

Shining continued to search the vast forest for the ever elusive honeysuckle herb. He searched far and wide, but seemed completely unable to find it, his expression becoming more and more visibly stressed. “Oh, come on…” he mumbled to himself. “Where is it? I know this forest has some.” But no matter how much he looked, he didn’t seem to be able to find it. He clenched his hand into fist and brought it down on a rock outcropping with such force that it shattered into a fine dust. He sighed and heard footsteps coming up behind him, it was Cadence, standing over him with an amused smile.

“It’s okay, Shiney.” She chuckled and ran her fingers through his deep blue mane. “I understand if you can’t find it. You don’t need to find every single herb in this forest in order to make me a sandwitch.”

Shining hung his head and sighed. “Yeah… I know. It’s just…” He paused. “I wanted this date to be perfect. And I was hoping that-.”

She knelt down in front of him, bringing her frosting-covered finger up to his lips. “Shh… It’s okay.” She smiled sweetly. “The important thing isn’t that the food is absolutely perfect. All that matters is that the two of us get to have some alone time together. Just the two of us, no one else around for miles.” She brought her face forward and kissed him on the lips, the frosting melting down as the two giants wrestled with their house-sized tongues.

Maria felt the ground shake as the giant walked away, and she struggled against the icing holding her down. She actually managed, as it got a bit warmer thanks to her body moving, to get an arm free, just as a pink finger swept through it again. The wall of skin smashed into her, causing the air to be knocked from her lungs in a wheeze, even as she rose up into the sky, nearly killing her from air pressure alone.

By the time she stopped, she was on the finger of the giantess, her body moving around, and now hanging nearly a thousand feet in the air. Her mind reeled as she tried desperately to press herself deeper into the icing she’d been trying to dig herself out of only moments ago, and then everything spun wildly, as the finger was pushed towards the lip of the giant, who looked just as shocked as Maria as it was smeared with the stuff.

Trapped on the lip of one of the giants, knowing this couldn’t end well, Maria scrambled to free herself, her hands clawing at the stuff, but then the sky overhead went dark, and she was staring right into the face of the pink on, as she brought her lips closer. The pair of lovers lips met in joy, and between them, the tiny Maria couldn’t do anything, as the pressure rendered her down to nothing, smashing her body to paste without even needing to chew.

At least for her, it was over in a moment, she didn’t experience anything beyond a squeezing sound, and then nothingness, as her remains were passed between the lovers in their kiss, swapped between them in their spit, while below, on his chest, Alex was watching those bodies collide, knowing both where he was, on the male’s chest, and how vulnerable he was, while inside the sandwich, Rick was still struggling, and Paul was trying to get off the bun.

The two giants broke from their embraced, Shining seeming to enjoy the experience very much. He was very much aroused, and Cadence was pushing in to go further with their intimate experience, but Shining held up his hand. “Cadence…” He grinned, “As much as I’d like to, we do have food laying out. Who knows what sort of stuff might get into it?”

“You mean like bugs or something?” asked Cadence, “I haven’t seen any, but I understand your point. Don’t want it going stale. I guess let’s eat first, and then we can have a little fun.”

Shining got up and walked back to the sandwich, finally putting the bun on top of it and piercing it with a toothpick the size of a pine tree. He then picked it up, and presented it to his beloved wife, who licked her lips and slowly took her first bite of the sandwich. “Mmmm…” She smiled. “It’s very good. I can see why you like the herbs that come from this place. They do add a little extra kick to it.”

Rick felt the sandwich move as it was lifted off the ground. Suddenly, the weight on him wasn’t so tight, and he was able to pull himself around. Below, Paul watched from his perch on the bun left behind as the male giant passed the food to the female, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long himself, and redouble his efforts to get off before he was made a meal of.

Alex, from where he was, got a good view as the giantess’ mouth opened wide, her teeth gleaming in the light as she bit into her meal, the sound she made as she did so echoing over the scene, and making it hard to not stare as her teeth ground through trees thicker than he was tall, meanwhile her tongue licked the contents, dragging them into her maw, and making her cheeks bulge a bit.

From inside the sandwich, Rick didn’t know any of that, and only realized just how dangerous the world was right now when teeth started tearing into the landscape before him. Molars several times large than he was ripped out of the bottom of the world, their shiny sides only barely missing his hand by inches, and making his heart skip a beat as he tried to pull away from the scene, which allowed him to stare dumbly at her mouth as she chewed up her bite.

It was a horrible thing to watch, and worse to hear, as those trees cracked and popped loudly within her maw, her jaw moving up and down slowly, deliberately, before her head tilted backwards, and he got to watch as the load entered her throat, and she swallowed it down, a bulge the size of a building descending her neck, and then vanishing into her chest, before she brought the sandwich towards her muzzle again.

Cadence brought the sandwich back to her muzzle and slowly chewed it, taking her sweet time in enjoying all the flavors it had to offer. She didn’t even notice the tiny little human that was trapped on the bun. Shining was getting ready to make a sandwich for himself, but Cadance stopped him.

“You don’t need to make yourself a full sandwich.” She smiled. “This is good, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to finish the whole thing by myself. I don’t suppose you’d want any would you?” She dangled the sandwich in front of his muzzle, letting him sniff in the pleasant aroma.

“Hmm…” He thought. “It does smell pretty good.” He licked his lips “Well I guess one little bite couldn’t hurt.” He opened his mouth wide, saliva dripping down his teeth, and his cavernous maw cast a huge shadow over the sandwich, before slamming down with a deafening crash.

Rick was drawn into the cavern of her mouth, and then tossed off his perch, unable to resist as the lurching stop rocked him about. As such, he fell. Not even onto her tongue. She took such a huge bite that he fell right into her throat, and was falling into it without even the chance to dodge her teeth. The fall was horrifying to the tiny man, as his sight of the world below was of a glowing cauldron, the pink lights showing him exactly where he was going.

The moment he exited her throat, he was assaulted by acids that shone with energy. They tugged at his body, causing his skin to literally burn from it. Shutting his eyes tightly, he tried to not look, but soon his eyelids literally melted away, forcing him to watch as that pool came closer and closer. Finally, he splashed down into the acid filled ocean, and his world became a blinding hot agony for a heartbeat, his mouth opening to scream, but getting nothing out as even the air inside him was burned away.

On the bun, Paul was feeling far less happy about his position, as once again, he watched the giantess tear into the food. Her teeth looked like earthmoving equipment, ripping into the landscape with ease. His only solace was that he had found himself near the toothpick that had been driven into the sandwich, which hopefully offered him a bit of safety, at least long enough to think of something.

Then the world spun, as the toothpick was pulled free, and instead of looking into the eyes of a goddess, he felt the deep blue eyes of a good staring down at him. The giant was now the one about to eat him, and worse, as he sniffed it, the flow of air nearly tore him off the bun, sending him plummeting to the ground below. Perhaps that would have been a merciful death, however, as Paul watched the mouth open wide, the tongue snaking out to lick the lips, before it creaked apart.

Quickly, he drew his gun, the one he’d intended to keep animals away, and fired until the thing clicked dully, each of the bullets burying themselves in the soft lip of the stallion, before the teeth came down towards him, and then crashed through the bun, sending him into the maw, which sealed behind him, casting him into the hot, humid darkness that made it hard to breathe, and even harder to move.

He wasn’t going to go quietly, however, and scrambled for a perch, trying to find somewhere safe, as the stallion started to chew his meal. That proved impossible however, and he was soon tossed onto one of the molars, his body screaming at him as he fell, and he panicked, raising his hands above his head, and then crying out as the things hit, his strength barely enough to keep the teeth from crushing him, as he tried to resist the grinding motion.

The two ponies continued to slowly chew away at the sandwich, until there was nothing left but chunks of it between their teeth. “Ah…” Cadence leaned back and patted her belly. “That was very satisfying. You made a good choice having us come here.”

“See?” Shining smiled. “I told you the food was good!”

Cadence chuckled as Shining smiled and pointed at his teeth. “Honey, you’ve got something in your teeth.”

“Oh, I do?” Shining ran his fingers over his teeth. “Yeah, I do, but whatever it is, it’s wedged in there pretty good.” He picked up a tree from the ground and started trying to get the foreign object out, but no matter how much he poked and prodded it, the thing in his teeth just refused to come loose. Cadence just sat by in amusement, watching him try in vain to remove the object.

After a minute or so, Cadence had finished her pastry, but Shining was no closer to getting the chewed-up food out of his teeth. Cadence didn’t want to hurt his poor little ego, but also wanted him to be able to finish his own pastry at some point, after all, she was a mare who didn’t like to be kept waiting. “Would you like me to help you with that, sweetie?” She asked.

Shining sighed. “Yes… all right.”

Cadence opened his mouth and peered inside, looking at the bit of food wedged tight in his molar. Her horn glowed and gently eased it out, before tossing it down his cavernous esophagus and down to his stomach.

“I loosened it.” He blushed, embarrassed he didn’t think to use magic himself, then again, it was a lot harder to manipulate things you couldn’t see. Yep that was his excuse, and he was sticking to it.

Cadence grinned. “You sure did, honey.” She passed Shining his pastry. “You go ahead and eat that, and once you’re done, we’ll be ready for the real dessert of the evening.” She chuckled.

Inside the muzzle, Paul dove down into the space between the teeth as he top molars pulled away. The cramped, rough hewed edges provided protection as the mouthful was chewed up, and then swallowed down, the spit and other fluids washing over the tiny man, who was forced to nearly break his fingers to keep himself where he was. Worse, he was nearly blinded and deafened at once, as the stallion spoke, the voice so much louder from within than it had been outside.

Disoriented, barely able to see, Paul was almost skewered when a huge piece of wood suddenly invaded the space he was in. The sharp pointed thing was so close to him that he only just moved out of the way, wriggling and squirming to keep as much distance between himself and it as he could. It hurt to do so, and he felt his clothing rip more than once. Then a finger entered, and a nail, far broader, tried to do the same thing for several seconds.

Finally, at last, the mouth opened wide, and he found himself staring at the visage of the titaness, her eyes scanning over the muzzle, making him cringe deeper, trying to avoid her gaze. HIs attempts to remain hidden did him no good at all, however, as her sharp eyes spotted him, and he felt a tingle as a light glow began to surround him completely. It felt like a vice grip on his whole body, and even as he tried to resist it, it pushed at him in every direction.

With a sickened crunch, the Princess’ light touch of magic, in gripping the tiny human, reduced him to so much pulp. It was a barest hint of her magic, and his body simply wasn’t built to take it. Without examining the bloody remains further, she then tossed it into the throat, where his stomach would reduce even bones to nothing but sludge in a few seconds, leaving only Alex alive, as he stared at the two titan, completely unaware of what had happened to his friends.

Shining ate his pastry relatively quickly, as he was eager to get ready for his real dessert, which was waiting across the forest for him. The two still had no idea that they had just devoured a quartet of unfortunate campers, leaving only one left, clinging to Shining’s chest fur, watching as the submarine-sized baked good dissapeared into the giant’s maw. Alex was glad in a way that they hadn’t seen him, if they could do this much devastation casually, he’d hate to think what might happen if the two became aware of mankind’s existence. He wondered for a brief moment what became of his friends. He could only hope that they had escaped the giant’s movements and run out of the forest.

His thoughts, however, were interrupted by a dollop of thick jam dripping down from the giant pony’s maw, coating him in the thick, sweet fluid and pinning him to the white fur. He looked down, seeing the throbbing erection below him. If he fell, he knew he’d be done for, he just had to hope that when the two lay down to make love, that he’d be able to work his way out of the mess and climb down from their bodies. That was his only hope, a hope that was quickly dashed when he saw a pair of enormous purple eyeballs staring directly at him, but not seeing him as any different from the pulped fruit in the jam. “Oh… Shiney, you got jam all over your nice white coat.” She said in a teasing voice, the booming, incomprehensive noise blasting Alex with sound.

“Heh!” Shining smirked. “Then why don’t you go ahead and clean it off?” He gently ran a hand through her mane.

Alex could barely move as the jam from the sweet poured over him. The hair he’d been hanging from desperately was not something he was stuck too completely, his body unable to move as the stuff stuck to him like glue. Worse, he couldn’t see or hear anything beyond the jam itself, as it clogged his eyes and ears, even making it hard to breathe, if not for a bubble his head was in at the moment.

Then it got worse, as something smashed into him. The impact was hard enough that it nearly broke his bones, and he felt himself rising up on something slimy. It took very little imagination to realize what had happened, and worse, what it meant for him, as he scrambled to move. Luckily, the saliva coated member he found himself was hot enough that the jam was practically a liquid in seconds.

Unluckily, he was still sticking out of the end of it was it was drawn into the maw of the titaness, her teeth framing his view of the titan, the white body he’d been on for the past few minutes, whose eyes seemed to be boring into him as he looked into his lover’s maw. Then he opened his own mouth, and the two met in a passionate kiss, their tongues meeting, and tossing the tiny human about between them.

Alex was floating almost the instant their lips closed, as the saliva that had flooded their mouths flowed to and fro between them. The tongues, like huge whales, wrestled and made the situation worse, creating ripples, and he was forced to swim out from between them, lest he be crushed when they met, making it harder and harder to breathe as his muscles burned from the exertion.

Then the lips parted, and he found himself sliding backward. He knew what that meant, and screamed as the salvia finally let him go, and he looked out to find he was in the titan’s mouth now, the pink visage of the titaness looking in on him, before the teeth snapped shut, and the spit was swallowed hard, the liquid washing over him, and hauling him down into the throat.

He was subjected to twists, pushes, and nearly being crushed as the throat muscles passed him down slowly into the titan’s chest, guiding him down into the body of the giant, before spilling him out into the stomach, the rancid smelling air burning at his nose as he actually felt the hairs inside melt from the assault. He quickly clamped his mouth and eyes shut, the stomach not yet active enough to melt him before he hit the ground.

Sadly, the pools of acid, glowing with a blue light, were more than enough to make that happen, and he fell right into one. Or rather, he slammed into a huge log that was already partly melted, smashing through it, and then diving down. A second later, only a few bubbles emerged from the pit, and very briefly, a bit of white bone, before it too sank once more into the depths, never to be seen again.