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Golden Petal stirred her morning tea with a pleasant smile on her face. Around and around the spoon went as it glowed in her beautiful gold aura. Then she levitated the spoon out of the mug, tapped the rim twice, and set the metal utensil aside. The happy mare inhaled deeply the delicious scent. Then she took a sip. Perfect. Like herself. She filled her mouth with more of the precious tea and basked in the euphoria that rushed through her body. Petal's eyes drifted closed and her mind wandered away from the now.

What should she do today? The big question that had plagued her every morning for the last month. Ever since she had discovered she was a size-shifter. That day had been chaotic and scary, but the door was now opened for her... to be free.

The world and everypony in it now belonged to her. Nothing but her playthings.

Her boss? Crushed underhoof.

Her two ex-boyfriends who'd gone on to wed other mares? All four ponies were nothing but shit in her toilet when she was done with them.

That stupid bitch at the local grocery store always claiming her coupons were expired? Petal had decided she didn't need her limbs anymore.

Those ugly billboards that blocked her view of the sunset? Rubble.

Not to mention the random one-off events she couldn't even recall. Like that time she totally caught a stallion eyeing her flanks. She enjoyed crushing him slowly. His screams were funny.

Everywhere she went ponies fled these days. Even her apartment. All the other residents had disappeared. Probably because she had ripped the landlord in half. Golden Petal wasn't interested in paying her rent anymore was all. Why didn't the others thank her? Ungrateful.

Oh well. Thinking about the past wasn't answering the current question. What should she do today? She didn't have to work anymore. She could just take whatever she wanted and crush anypony stupid enough to try and stop her. She didn't have any more grudges to deal with. Was there anypony left she didn't like? Sometimes having absolute power could leave you totally bored.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a whizzing noise that seemed to fly right behind her. Like a bee going very fast. Or a gnat. And there was a sensation of being poked in the ear.

Golden Petal grunted and raised a hoof to rub her now mysteriously aching ear. Before she even touched it she felt an abrupt headache hit her and a numbness in her face. It made her pause as her thoughts next started to cloud. Like she had been drugged or something. The mare eyed her tea. Huh? Where was her mug? She had just been holding it. Her gaze drifted to the floor as her vision began to darken. Who closed the blinds? Her mug was shattered on the floor and her precious drink was everywhere. What a mess. Wait... why was there red on her chest? Blood? She always showered after going on a rampage. She couldn't have missed it. Where did that blood come from? She followed the steady stream of crimson up her neck and realized... it was coming from her head. Specifically her ear.

Petal touched her ear and felt a squish even as her senses all began to dull. She was barely able to glance at her hoof now soaked in blood before...

"Confirmed, target is down. Good shot Strike One. You saved a lot of lives today."

The bolt-action clicked as the stallion pulled back the lever and a single casing was ejected. He then pressed the button on his headset to respond. "Copy that. It was my pleasure."

The sniper then began taking apart his rifle and returning it to its case. Another successful operation. Too bad it had taken so long to get the paperwork through. If the monster had been a bit more aggressive the kill order would have come through much sooner. Damn bureaucrats. Only really cared when they started losing tax revenue or voters.

Or when they were the ones the size-shifters targeted.

Author's Note

And the second episode of "how would the real world deal with size-shifters". I actually found myself wanting to explore this idea even more with a short about a size-shifter who is afraid of their powers and has to visit a psychologist every week to constantly monitor them. Or a short about a celebrity who is a size-shifter and how they use their power in movies. But I stopped myself here. Can't go down that rabbit hole right now. I do like these two flash fics though. I always hated the idea that just because something is large magically makes it invulnerable. So it is cathartic to show "macros" who are not invincible and getting what they deserve for their cruelty.