Macro/Micro Flash Fic Collection Vol 2

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The atmosphere in the Control Room was a dark mix of despair, rage, and embarrassment.

The room was large and arranged like a staircase with the back of the room higher than the front. There were four levels each lower than the previous as you moved down the shallow steps toward the front screen which covered the entire wall. Each level was lined with computer terminals and their respective operators. The overhead lights were dim at the moment, so most of the ponies in the room were only illuminated by the red flashing alerts from their screens.

At the front of the room was a single slim pony in a button shirt standing straight and stoic. His cutie mark was the top half of a star with the bottom half seeming to dissolve into smaller fragments. Star Dust was the head of the Space Program. A genius in multiple fields of science.

Star Dust cleared his throat and turned away from the main screen to address the room of distressed ponies. Some of the brightest minds in the world were in that room waiting for his order. "Gentlemen," he began with a sagely nod. "We ponies have faced innumerable barriers in our journey of evolution." He gazed around the room, judging whether he'd managed to capture all of their attention. He hadn't, but he would.

"Once upon a time our kind lived in caves and feared the teeth of predators. It took muscle, wings, and horn to overcome that weakness. Once the separate races of pony were divided. It took a war and a brutal century long winter to cure us of that weakness. Once we were ruled by the false gods, the alicorns, and our great intellect was held back by their ignorance and conservatism. It took us two thousand years to muster the strength to overcome that weakness.

"For as long as any pony can remember we have struggled against the barriers of nature itself to reach higher levels of existence. To obtain knowledge and understanding that always rivals that our previous best could ever obtain. The universe has always seemed like it was designed to hold us down, filled with obstacles to keep us in our primitive caves. But our kind did not get where it is today by cowering in the dark!" he suddenly yelled, definitely getting the last few ponies in the room to look at him instead of their screens.

Star Dust began to pace on the bottom level of the room from one side to the other, head still held high and proud. "We have proven time and again that we are more than animals. We are sentient beings capable of far more than base instinct and emotion. We sculpted intellect and reason with our own hooves and created nations. We crafted tools. We harnessed electricity. We split the atom. And now we strive for the final frontier: space!"

He stopped with a loud stomp and a dramatic turn toward his audience. "For countless millennia our kind has looked to the skies and wondered what mysteries hid in the dark spaces between the stars. Yet our progress towards ever greater feats has once again been blocked. Another obstacle has arisen to prevent our ascension to the outer limits. It is this next weakness that we must overcome, and that we WILL overcome. Because we are ponies and that is what ponies do. We conquer. We break through barriers. We become greater."

Star Dust didn't expect an applause, but the complete silence he received for his motivating speech was a bit insulting. Instead, everypony immediately returned their attention to the main screen. The scene it displayed was...

A pony as large as a skyscraper, one of the infamous Titans, was currently using the space shuttle as a dildo. About two-thirds of the rocket were buried in her pussy right now as she crouched over the launch sight. Her feminine juices were flooding the empty field and washing away the ruins of support vehicles and structures she'd crushed earlier. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as she built towards her orgasm and the air was filled with both her musk and her lustful moans.

Luckily the sound in the Control Room had been muted a minute or so after the... show... started. Needless to say, the launch was aborted.