Flash Story Collection

(Commission for: fntsyking65, Zecora taking a shower, with a tiny person mixed in with the water. 15 USD)

The forest opened up around you, as you slid through the river, scrambling to keep your head above water, your arms flailing in the rough white wash. As if that wasn't bad enough, the sound of falling water reached your ears, and you felt the current go fast, dragging you towards a bit of churning foam that seemed to vanish off an edge.

And then you were falling, the pit of your stomach leaping into your throat as you found yourself sailing for a few meters out from the falls, before gravity found you again, and dragged you back to earth. Oddly, your only thought as you fell was...something felt warm, and the scent of the woods around you had changed, going from harsh river, to soft floral as you plummeted.

Suddenly, your hands hit something, something solid, and on instinct, your fingers dug into it, trying to find some purchase as you slid down the side of what you thought was a cliff at first, but it felt...odd, and when you found yourself pulled away from it by gravity and falling water, you saw it was...a butt? Like, a pair of cheeks, but bigger than a house, before you splashed into the water below.

Under the surface, the churning bubbles flowing all around you, your mind barely wanted to work, and you had to fight to get one thought in front of another as you floated there, natural buoyancy finally bringing you back to the air, and your lungs taking a huge, deep gasp, as you looked up, and stared at the thing before you in shock and awe.

Above you, far above, was the body of a goddess. Forged of ivory and obsidian mixed together, with muscles and fur that glimmered in the light coming in through the trees, arms extended out to let glittering drops spill from her fingers into the air, before they fell into the pool at her feet, the pool you were floating in just below the falls.

Each drop, big as your head, landed with a splash, and the ripple from the impacts spread, leaving the water with a slight glow to it, and a warmth that you knew wasn't natural, and yet, it felt so nice you weren't going to complain, floating there beneath her body, as she took a nice relaxing shower in the middle of the woods, her face turning so you could look at it.

Deep blue eyes, staring upwards into the sky, on a face that looked equine, with covers and lines on it...stripes your realized. A zebra, the word came to your mind, and you just stared at her, still unable to find thoughts that would jerk your mind loose from its frozen state, until a shadow passed overhead, and you turned to find a foot hovering above you.

That sight, at last, broke through your muddled thoughts, and you scrambled to get away from it, only for the foot to come down like a meteor, slamming into the water, and falling right atop you. Soft skin, powerful muscles, and deep lines slammed into your body, and drove you once more under the pool's surface as she put her weight on you.

The odd thing was, as your were driven down into the water, as her mass settled on you, and pressed you into the soft silt and mud, you were not in pain. No, nothing hurt, instead, the mixture of warm water, and the heat of her body on you made it seem alright, as she shifted her stance, slipping you over the floor of the pool, and then tapping her toes on it, sending a spray of mud to fill the clear water.

The foot shifted again, after that, and you rubbed your whole body against the sole, feeling every crease, every line in it's skin, and feeling your own body start to grow warmer, as something suffused you, a feeling of peace and contentment, even as your lungs told you you needed air. Another shift and the foot lifted off you, the sudden tug of it dragging you upwards, and then thick, powerful fingers pulling you from the water.

The hand holding you, it was like being held in judgement, but the peace of the pool lingered just long enough that your limp body was unable to resist it, as the fingers gave you a squeeze, your mouse sized form letting out an involuntary squeak, before the zebra smiled, and then with a chuckle, brought you towards her chest, the only place she could think to hold you.

Zecora, her mind not so muddled by the potions she'd added to the water, slipped the tiny form of this strange thing into the space between her breasts, settling it safely between the mounds of flesh, and then making sure it was tightly held, before returning to her shower, resolving to cleanse herself, before taking you back to her home, and investigating just what you were, and how you'd come to be here in her bath.