Roll for Her

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Roll for Courage

Light blinded from above, a brilliant and slow rotation, one ignited in an incomprehensible degree. Inch tall and staggering back from the solar flare. His step was matched by the mare. That beam of pink swaying backward in a curve through the air, its subtle crash now an earthquake, the light BOOM! followed by the tittering of objects and creaking from houses.

Light winds cast as the massive hoof settled in place.

Tiny and giant.

Immersed in the sky and the light, the two binding, side by side, in the manifestation of her.

Unfathomable. Shining had never felt so insignificant in his life. Like a mote of dust collapsing into itself. He wished to disappear in seeing the monolithic cocoon, one encased in glass born of glimmering sunlight, an even greater brightness emerging as whiteness seeped through the magical current of the form.

Until the milky way of solar energy imploded out of existence.

He'd cast a foreleg over his eyes with a turned head to avoid being without eyes for life. In feeling the heat transition to warmth on his fetlocks, the leg slowly lowered, it tapping the ground as he turned back around. There he was forced to gaze up.

Like an insect does before a towering goddess.

There were no words able to compare to her form. Rather the goddess descended from the sky. She was a country unto herself. Towering tufts on her chest, born from a snowy and silky forest, peeked in-between the broad wraps of her silken robe. It rubbed into her, teasing into the dim fields underneath, sprawling furs bunched and flattened, rolled beneath her outfit.

Something brushed into his shoulder. He broke from a trance with a shake of the head to feel his body wobbled around. Swarms of ponies surrounding him, flooding toward the light, delighted by its warmth, arriving in its spread.

Even the former predator of a princess was forced to readjust. Shining looked to the left to see the bottom of his wife's hooves, each stepping in place, lightly, to avoid stepping on the floods of citizens passing underneath her. Around her soles and underneath her barrel. Dashing toward the other greater than her stature.

And the flick of her tail might have sent a few dashing through the air and over the towering walls of the zone.

Shining returned his focus to the mane, feeling his gaze ascend the giantess, it stolen inside the seismic length of her prismatic mane. Waterfalls of colours washed across the curves of her flowing hair, each hue deliciously vibrant, feeling as though one could swim within it. Half of the mare's face loomed in intoxicating secrecy behind it. Only her snout peeked through it. Wrinkled in mirth done with a calming smirk.

His sight lowered to the vast and curved lake of worshipping ponies, all reared onto their back legs, a stance keeping straight, forelegs arched into the air as if to possess the image of the sun in their meagre hold.

And their wish became granted once the shade had come.

Shining reached out a hoof but couldn't open his mouth in time, same to the pink and unseen giant next to him, her immense hoof inched in a raise forward. Over the crowd of ponies appeared two domes of approaching shades, each darkening as their view of the sky was removed, replaced by the underside to the padding of sandals.

Those on the rim lost their expressions to shock. Seeing over the edge of the hoof to the foreleg seeming to climb, a sloped and vertical plain, forever into the blurry sky. Straps were cast around the flesh, wrapped and tightly so, the divisions of leather marking the different fields.

Then the levitation aiding the goddess ceased.

Nothing could prepare the citizens for the crashing of the feminine monstrosity. Hooves crashing and blasting land and dirty and spinsters and wood beneath the craters they created. The boom was a shock wave quaking the world, rocking the room, even the violet beauty forced into a stumble—the side of her ankles swinging into the left, through the front of a barn, setting the structure into a collapse. It leaned into the impact, its base bending beneath its weight, the second floor, starting to rain, its flooring now falling into a heap of planks collecting at the still and uncaring hoof.

The roof tilted left from the lack of support, falling and pelting the floor, a cloud of dust billowing up.

Shining spread his hooves to maintain balance as the world groaned in bearing untold weights. Soon the booms had faded into the distances and the shivers lightened across the ground. Keeping the stance, he looked forward, across the sprawling land, seeing ahead... the bottom of clad hooves.

They twisted in the ground. Half of a fishing hut stood to the left of her hoof. But as it turned, though, the tap of furs toppled the building into itself. And it did so without her knowing. Shining lowered further in feeling a shadow cast over him. Slowly raising his head to the sky, he was forced to look higher, seeing, the cliff of dim ivory.

“Found you.”

The words lengthened the goddess smirk as her hoof rose into the air. Shining backed a few steps in watching the smooth column's trajectory. There'd been a lake in the middle of the town, vast and round and the reasoning for the building erected around it. Boats rested in the middle of the waters. Shore would have been a blur to them.

The hoof fell with terminal velocity into the water, breaking the surface in a violent crash of rising tidal waves, each arching into the sky before rolling down in sweeping across the land in a smack. The hoof dug into the basin as its greatness disappeared within seconds into it. That was the rim of the sandal descended beneath the edge.

Shining's head repeatedly twitched in its turning. Both sides of the lake saw water rushing through the streets, plucking wood and carts, the remains of buildings and those remaining, carrying deep into the districts of the town he could no longer see.

And that hoof ahead. It rested in the slot crafted for it. Before it had been a deep lake for ponies to swim and fish. Now it's width and depth encompassed the titanic hoof, the shore wrapped around it, a hug from the natural landscape.

Even then it did not stay long. The hoof rose out from the slot and nothing remained but hollowness in its place. The hoof strode toward him, the other by its side, slowly and timed, the blurry beams of her blacklegs a touch before the horizon.

And he was caught by them. Leather ascending higher as the platform of her hind legs raised and thickened into the volume of plushness that were titanic thighs. Abundant flesh tightly squeezed with deliciously swelling in the gaps between the wraps. Nothing hid the mare as the robe was short to her barrel.

The giantess strode closer and every step was a clap into the landscape. Everything was exposed to him. The underside of her barrel feeling like a lane to the greatest track ever invented. Beyond them loomed the inner thighs to the goddess.

They wobbled in every step to the giantess. Immensities of incalculable weight rippled by the force of her step, waves of a blizzard jostled up and smacked down, a series of jiggles before the flesh settled. Each of them teased in their inward curves to the underside of the flanks above, thickened stacked on thickness, able to crash a castle in having one tucked there.

And the valley between them, deliciously narrowed, but in space teased, sprawling delicates bulged underneath the thin and silken cloth guarding the spot. Outlines rubbed into the article, it pushed out in different ways, everything shifting to the swaying of overhead hips.

Those flanks twitched up and slammed down, wobbling around, easily, in the saunter. Mountains bore no compassion and the volume of their squish was destructive in spite of their softness. Cities able to be crushed beneath the immensity of heated and compressed dough.

What a way it would be to go.

That thought so much more real.

As the two ranges sunk before him.

The mare couldn't have known. Half a windmill caught beneath her hoof, stuck, more pressure being applied. The wood creaked and snapped and flattened as the overhead leg settled, that force shooting through the fan, it blurring in rounding speed, shooting off, an outward fly into the distance.

Shining craned his neck all the way back to still fail in looking up at the mare, the curve of her chest blocking view to the rest of her, everything about her underside exposed. He stepped back only to trip, forced to lie on the ground to see up to his goddess, the enormity of muzzle caught in sweet laughter.

“Here.”

Nothing could explain the bridges of bones inside the monumental wing unfurling to the side, covering the sky in its slant expanse, its curve able to rest around the globe of the world. Down from the heavens came wingtips. Hills of roundness softened by fuzz and feathers. It slid underneath his body, Shining instinctively clinging to it, feeling the slices of wind as he ascended, high into the sky, the side of the mare always the backdrop in the distance.

Shining's stomach lurched in being brought onto the muzzle of the giantess. Celestia's eyes were ponds of vibrant rose as each set on him. With a smile, the mare tucked him in close, allowing his hooves to tap on the top of her snoot—until letting him stand there for a moment.

“Hero.” Shining gasped as he was rocked around, the grounding lifting and dropping to her voice, even the syllables vibrating through the hardness beneath the coat. “You called for Solar Goddess's aid?”

Shining swallowed and nodded slowly. It was hard to speak. Especially to one such as Celestia. Cosmic in her proportions and composed in every way possible. Above loomed her arched-eyebrow reminiscent of a drawbridge. Vast amounts of skin pushed in a way to radiate confidence and allure. Standing before all of that, on her nose and at an inch tall... called for a great summoning of courage.

“Y-Yes! Aid me and my life is yours! Help me return beauty to the twisted lewdness you see behind you!” His words weren't meant to spark action, but at once, the long muzzle turned into a spin. Shining dropped to his barrel and clung to the snout, seeing over its curve to the beyond, the distance ceasing to blur from the turn. “E-Er! Um!”

Behind him passed over the gaze of the eyes; both gazed over the side of the goddess to the other afar mare. Cadance stood in the remains of the barn awestruck. Drunken blush over her features with shrunken eyes settled on the perfection of a derriere. Even its heaviness and thick curvature captured the evil mare.

When her muzzle flicked up, however, so too did her blush rise to its tip. She locked to the duo looking at her. Goddess with the boy clung to her snout. Both had caught her in the act and she'd froze for it. Unable to speak with eyes flicking left and right for a means of escape.

Everybody checked out auntie.

“Very well.” Celestia's voice vibrated underneath him as her muzzle dipped, his body sliding, over the edge into a descent—caught by a rising wingtip. It arched over the left of her frame, over the cast of her mane to the ear exposed, towering before the start of a ponytail. “I do believe I have the tools to defeat this threat.”

Celestia gave a shake of her hindquarters, all drawn back to the motion, seeing how easily they wobbled, sliding into the other, the tease of their weight caught in their jostle. Dangerous were those objects and powerful were their presence. Able to command all in the threat of their existence.

The wingtip lifted into the sky during its trek toward the ear. Its cave laid exposed to him, fluffy and seeing humid, a special place to be. He leapt as he was close enough, rolling across the slope of furs, a few steps to reach the inner-rim of the ear.

From there he grabbed the film of it, holding and hanging out from it, pointing a foreleg forward, aimed at this wife. Now the commander of a ship, that which was another mare, he felt confident in the final fight of the night.

“Chaaaarge!”

“As you wish, captain.”