Blobskin's Macro/Micro Flash Fics of 2023-24

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"Is this about the hat joke?" Anon asked fearfully as he dangled in front of an angry red stallion's face.

"E'yup," Big Macintosh growled.

"I was just pointing out that--" the man's explanation was cut off by a jerk of motion that left him dizzy.

"Nope," Big Mac snorted as he continued to hold the man by the back of his shirt.

"What do you want me to say?" Anon gasped.

"Nopony makes fun o' ma sis," the stallion declared.

"I'm sorry," Anon yelped.

"Nope."

The huge hoof that controlled Anon suddenly dropped underneath the pony's belly. The motion was aggressive and disorienting. Anon thought he might vomit as the scenery flashed by him. When his ride slowed it took the human a few moments to regain his senses and to try understanding where the giant stallion had brought him. Though his mind froze shortly after it began searching for identifiable landmarks. He was still moving, gradually approaching Big Mac's balls.

Anon had always known the pony was big, it was in his name, but everyone in Equestria was big compared to the human. When you're half the height of an apple it gets kind of tough to really measure. Like, if one equine is 10 stories tall and the next is 12, what meaningful difference is there? Big was big. It didn't matter which pony it was, when one of them took a step Anon felt an earthquake.

Now Anon felt like he could appreciate those "little" differences a bit better.

Just one of Big Mac's orbs was the size of a house. Smooth dark crimson flesh taut from the weight of his own heft. The stallion was well hung. Anon forgot to even struggle as he was dangled before the pony's heavy package. He should have been fighting even if it caused him to plummet so far to the ground below. The hoof that held him suddenly surged forward and the man screamed. Then the hoof paused for only a fraction of a second, long enough for Anon's legs to lurch out in front of him towards Mac's sac. Then the hoof pushed forward again.

It took Anon a moment to understand what was happening as he felt a fleshy grip slurp over his outstretched legs. In the next instant he was held aloft from either end. His legs were being held by something warm and meaty while Big Mac's hoof still clung to the back of his shirt. (Anon would never understand how hooves could just hold things) The man glanced at his feet and was horrified to discover they were being squished between the stallion's cock and the inside of his sheath. The skin was loose and flexible, the muscles beneath slightly expanding and contracting as though they were feeling him. Experimenting with Anon's legs.

It was then a huge pressure bore down on Anon's shoulders as the pony went from holding his shirt to shoving him in.

"Wait! Big Mac what are you doing?! Please don't do this!" Anon pleaded.

The massive stallion said nothing.

The man tried to fight, but it was hopeless. His hands beat against the wall of hoof, but it was an immovable object. He tried to kick, but his legs were already trapped up to his knees. The heat intensified and the stench of male musk exploded. The enormous black cock stirred because of his struggles, surging forward while not entirely escaping from its sheath. Anon whimpered as his legs were crushed. Thankfully the shaft retreated as quickly as it had advanced, but it dragged the human even deeper. Not that the hoof pushing on Anon's head needed the help.

The battle lasted less than a minute and in the end Anon's chin rested on the rim of Big Mac's sheath. His head was the only part of him that was free. He was completely pinned. Immobile. The man was already sweating and struggling to breathe thanks to the pressure on his lungs and the pungent air. He begged for mercy as soon as the hoof abandoned him.

"Nope. You gonna stay there 'till you learn ta respect my sis," Big Mac explained simply. The towering pony then began to trot.

Anon wasn't sure what the worst part was. That he could only look at the ground many stories below? That Big Mac's enormous balls were always there, teasing him, making him feel so inferior as a man? The crushing pressure that rendered him unable to move? The heat? The stink?

All of the above became ever worse as the horse went to work for the day. Soon the heat, musk, and sweat would be too much and Anon would pass out. Freed from his torture for a short while...