Flash Fic Collection 3_2
#15 of Scrap
The next installment in the macro/micro flash fic collection!
Inside you'll find these stories and more:
A young stallion comes face-to-face with an ancient goddess,
A massive changeling devours the love of an entire planet,
A big mare gets herself stuck in an embarrassing position,
A huge nurse rescues survivors of a terrible disaster,
and we finally learn that giving love to changelings willingly makes them grow bigger!
- Awakening of Colossus
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, Pipsqueak, suggestive
Version: 1
Pipsqueak, wilderness explorer, forced his way through one last bush and nearly collapsed in the clearing beyond it. The stallion was caked with dirt and exhausted from his long hike. Strapped to the white and brown earth pony's back was a heavy load which included everything he needed to setup camp. Tent, cooking pot, fire starter, sleeping bag, water canteen, a machete, and more.
He huffed as he lay in the grass. The journey had not been easy, but as he gazed up ahead, he smiled. He had finally made it. Pipsqueak had reached the mysterious statue.
The gray stone was cracked in places and spotted with green moss in others. Vines crawled up one side while a mango tree attempted to overtake the other. The carving itself resembled a huge earth mare. Though in place of a mane she had a trailing headdress of feathers. Some kind of native crown. There was one final oddity however, she was depicted with her eyes closed and her nose pointed down.
The statue was a big unknown. Clearly it had been made a long time ago, but by who? And why? There were no cities nearby, ancient or otherwise. Even two thousand years ago this region was already consumed by jungle. Could this carving predate recorded history? But if it did, it should have been much more weathered, nearly unrecognizable actually. Yet it was still easy to tell what it was supposed to be. The only other explanation was independent statue makers, but that theory had its own collection of problems. Could this have been a practice piece? If so, why come all the way out here to make it?
So much didn't make sense.
Which is why Pipsqueak had come.
He wasn't exactly an archaeologist. He didn't expect to discover old secrets. But the young stallion was drawn to them like a turtle to the ocean. Ruins and lost places subtly called out to him, begging him to visit their dark depths.
And it appeared this huge stone mare was no exception.
The pony cast aside his camping gear and stretched his aching legs. Then he took a moment to admire her. She was a beautiful creature, whoever she was. Just looking at her filled Pipsqueak with the desire to investigate. To study her. But he tamped down those feelings. He had to get his camp ready and rest. Night could sneak up on him if he wasn't careful.
The sun rose the next day and Pipsqueak quickly scarfed down a simple breakfast so he could get started.
As he approached the towering statue, it became ever more apparent how huge she was. If her legs hadn't been folded underneath her, she would have been taller than the most impressive jungle trees. Even laying down like she was she still managed to loom over him. Her closed eyes were very strange though. Statue makers, in the past and in current day, never made them with closed eyes.
Pipsqueak stood beneath the great stone mare's head and gazed up at her. Like the many explorers who had come before him, his mind swirled with wonder and questions. She was beyond understanding. This monument existed seemingly without a history. There was no explanation for who she was or why she was here. Simply put, no one knew anything about her.
Pipsqueak felt something in his chest. A weight was the best way he could describe it. He felt like his vision was narrowing as he focused on those huge lifeless eyes above him. Like there was something pushing against his mind the longer he stared. After a few seconds the discomfort became too much and he shook his head.
With a sigh, Pipsqueak raised a hoof and ran it down the mare's smooth granite chest.
"Who were you?" he whispered.
For a minute he held his hoof there, feeling the stone. His thoughts drifted. Then a sudden powerful nostalgia gripped him and visions of every place he'd ever visited flashed through his mind. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. They were good memories. Good adventures. But then there came a sense of... being watched.
Pipsqueak stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own hooves. He was breathing heavily and the hairs on the back of his neck were up. His head swung back and forth, looking for the other person he knew was there. Yet, his eyes found nothing. The clearing in front of the statue was devoid of anyone else. His eyes rolled across the treeline. Did that mean they were hiding? That wasn't a good sign.
"Who goes there?!" he barked threateningly.
For a few moments no one answered. He half-expected a wild animal to emerge at this point. Then a booming voice replied.
"It is just you and me, young one."
Pipsqueak spun around and found himself gazing up at the statue again. Except it wasn't lifeless stone anymore. It had transformed while his back was turned. Now it was a huge green mare wearing a crown of massive blue and red feathers. Her golden eyes were slitted like a dragons, though her gaze was soft. She was looking down at him.
Pipsqueak's jaw dropped. He stared. His heart raced. His body trembled. Was he dreaming? What was happening?!
"Be at ease, young one. You are in no danger. You are welcome in my presence."
The stallion swallowed and struggled to form a reply. The mare's crown and dialect screamed royalty. It was probably best to address her as though she were a noble. "Thank you... ma'am. My name is Pipsqueak. Who... do I have the privilege to speak with?"
The former statue smiled. "You may call me whatever you wish, for a name means little to me. Once I was called I'anon I'aid. Once I was called Gaia. My last name was simply The Colossus."
" 'Colossus' doesn't sound very... feminine," Pipsqueak commented.
The huge mare chuckled. "No, I suppose it doesn't. But I digress. I have awoken for you not because I wish to debate names. I wish to speak with you regarding important, and delicate, spiritual matters."
Pipsqueak blinked in surprise. This was very sudden. "But who are you? Why are you out here?"
She sighed. "I am a spirit of life. It is my aura that brings growth and prosperity to this jungle. As long as I slumber my anima nurtures all things around me."
The stallion's eyes widened, realizing he had been given the unique opportunity to solve all the mysteries of this great mare. "How long have you been here?"
"I do not know, for I sleep for long stretches of time. Centuries. Only waking when I need to refresh my energies. Which is why I am awake now and why I must ask for your help."
Pipsqueak blinked and tilted his head curious. "My help?"
"Yes," Colossus replied. "While I sleep my anima pours out into the world, but my reserves are not unlimited. They must be replenished every few centuries with the help of a young, strong, and willing mortal. Which is why my ethereal whisper drew you to me. You are young and strong and you possess a pure spirit ripe with curiosity. But, will you aid me?"
Pipsqueak was speechless. He had been chosen by some kind of higher being. Chosen to help her. She took his silence, however, as hesitance.
"Please, young one, the jungle needs you. While my aura will last many decades to come, there is no guarantee another worthy mortal will answer my call or accept the responsibility in time. Without you every green thing for some distance will wither and those that rely upon them will perish soon after."
Pipsqueak felt something. Pride maybe? It was hard to pin down the sensation. As a foal he was nearly drowned in the heroic tales of Twilight Sparkle and her friends. Oh how he wished he had been older or could have joined them even once. As he grew up their deeds inspired him to travel the world in search of adventure, but he never did find many opportunities to be a real hero. To be important and make a difference was his dream.
Now a chance was begging for him. How could he refuse?
Pipsqueak puffed out his chest. "Of course I'll help ma'am. Just tell me what I have to do."
Colossus smiled bashfully. "In order to restore my anima I must be bred. Aggressively. Repeatedly."
Pipsqueak froze and his eyes widened. "What?"
"I am a spirit of life. For my aura to spread fertility and encourage propagation, I must be filled with the same vigor. All you have to do, young Pip, is mate with me a few times a day for the next month. Then my anima will be replenished and I can return to my slumber. Can you do this?"
Pipsqueak's neck audibly creaked as he glanced up and down at the ancient mare, taking her all in. She was very big. How was he supposed to... mate with... Colossus?
Maybe he wasn't ready to be a "hero" after all...
Author's Note:
Inspired by a line-drawn comic I saw many years ago. No idea how to find it now, but the premise of the story was that an ancient fertility goddess, in the form of a dragon, needs to be "fertilized" once every couple centuries in order to maintain the jungle. However, since the last time she bred, her devout worshipers have gotten a little mixed up and believe she demands a sacrifice rather than a volunteer. Which led to some great adult humor. Imagine being this scrawny dude hated by your entire tribe to the point that they try to sacrifice you, only to learn the role was meant to be a privilege. And now you get to sleep with a very hot dragoness. Yeah, I enjoyed that comic.
- Civilization Predator
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, changeling, dark, horror, Dead Space reference
Version: 1
The planet of Uso. From space it might have seemed like a desert world, but that was only because all its water was beneath the surface. A vast underground network of rivers and lakes. More than enough water to supply a crafty colony. Which it did.
The current population had recently surpassed one billion and there had been a great celebration a few months ago. For many years Uso had faced hardship head-on. They were a closely knit people who valued community and cooperation. How else could they have dug so many wells or have endured the grueling sandstorms? There was even talk of declaring independence, becoming a self-ruled planet. But that was mostly just the zealous pride of cheerful drunks after a long day's work.
To put it simply, Uso might have looked like a dust ball, but it was overflowing with happy families and potential. The future looked bright.
Which is why it became the target of a civilization predator.
In the darkness of space, a near imperceptible shadow advanced. A dark outline which absorbed any light that dared caress its smooth exterior. The creature's true shape could only be perceived with extremely advanced technology or with the use of radically specialized magic. Which Uso did not have.
Its build was equine in nature, with four legs ending in hooves. It had a slender neck leading to a head which featured short cone-shaped ears and a blunt muzzle. However the monster also had several qualities that were definitively insect-like. It had two compound eyes made of countless smaller hexagonal plates and its entire body was covered in a hard exoskeleton. Additionally, protruding from the creature's back were two pairs of thin wings crisscrossed with veins.
And most notably, the monster was many kilometers long. It was very nearly as large as the world it was descending upon.
It was a space fairing exa-fauna. More specifically, it was a very distant relative to the common changeling and had all the same abilities. But those powers functioned on a much larger scale.
The exa-changeling drifted ever closer to the planet that had caught its eye. It passed the closest of Uso's three moons with a slight tilt of its wings which seemed to work even in the vacuum of space. Yet, as it closed in on the atmosphere of the planet, it flared all four of its wings and mysteriously came to a stop. It was not in orbit and it was no longer falling towards the surface. It was as though gravity could not affect it despite its massive size.
The exa-changeling rubbed its hooves together slowly, eyeing its meal hungrily. It licked its lips. Then it began the harvest.
It spread its hooves as though it intended to grab the world before it, however its limbs never breached even the upper atmosphere. It opened its muzzle as wide as it could and seemed to bite nothing with its huge fangs. Then it lazily closed its eyes.
For an entire month it remained attached to Uso, draining it of all positive emotion. A powerful magical aura surrounded the exa-changeling and rendered it completely invisible, despite its enormous size, while it fed. There was no clue perceptible by any sense that something supernatural was happening.
However, the effects of the creature's feeding could not have been more obvious...
Families disintegrated. Friendships ended in brutal fights. Leaders turned to corruption seemingly overnight. Law and order broke down. The entire world was plunged into anarchy. Chaos. The body count exploded as the cities fell to ruin.
Finally, there was nothing left for the exa-changeling to devour. No more love. No more happiness. No more peace. Uso was nothing more than a hell hole now. A backwater planet consumed by hatred and infighting. Not that the huge monster was concerned about that. As it drifted back into the abyss of space it contently rubbed its full belly. It was time to relax and enjoy its meal.
Though it made sure to keep an eye out for the next cheerful world it would have to suck dry...
Author's Note:
A while back I saw a post by someone speculating if giant changelings would need more love than their normal sized counterparts. Honestly, I kind of dismissed the idea. It was amusing, but I wasn't interested in it at the time. More recently I found myself playing the Dead Space remake and rekindling my old love for the franchise and its lore. I'm a big fan of Lovecraft and cosmic monsters you see. So I was thinking about the necromorphs and Markers and how they work when I had a realization: the abilities of the Brethren Moons are kind of similar to the powers of changelings...
Why "exa-changeling"? It's supposed to be a reference to "mega-fauna", but I wanted to go bigger. However, giga and tera are already common terms used in the size community and they generally aren't used for something this big. So I went a step further. So exa!
"Uso" is a reference to the main character in the story "Big Hot Teacher". Hector Uso got a planet named after him. Wonder how he did that. Must be thanks to that education he was so determined to get.
- I Just Want to be Alone
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, sad
Version: 1
Gray lay on the ground, curled up with his legs tucked against his barrel. His eyes stared at seemingly nothing. The only motion to indicate he was still alive was his rhythmic breathing. Otherwise he hadn't moved in many hours.
The stallion could feel the itch creeping up the side of his neck. He had gotten very good at ignoring it. Gray blinked once slowly so his eyes didn't dry out too much. Then he went back to observing the growth of colors and shapes below his muzzle.
It was a campsite where more and more ponies were gathering.
And the itch was climbers trying to scale him.
He didn't know why the little ones did this. It made no sense. It wasn't like they were headed for his ears. He couldn't hear them if they stood right next to his eardrum with a megaphone. They knew this too and had long since given up trying to communicate with him. So why did they gather whenever he laid down?
He could only guess.
Maybe they thought of him as a living mountain and climbing him had become a kind of competition. Between his size and the fact he didn't stay in one place for more than a day, it seemed like a realistic theory to him.
When he started becoming a giant Gray had been terrified. As he grew it became harder and harder to move or speak without hurting someone. And once he was really big, he started having trouble hearing. These days, now that his growth had finally ended, he was effectively deaf. Gray hadn't heard another pony's voice in years. Nor the sound of the wind. Or... anything else for that matter.
His fears, however, had since faded.
At first he had felt terribly alone and wished desperately for company.
Now the last thing he wanted was to be around anyone else.
Wherever he went a swarm followed him. No matter how far. No matter the terrain. His fans, or stalkers, or paparazzi, or whatever they were, were determined.
At first he had been glad not to be alone. But now he knew better. Even if he had parked himself in the middle of a major city he would still be "alone". Company wasn't simply the presence of another. It was the ability to interact or have a conversation. He couldn't do either and it was torture. It was like being a super-model after their prime, desperately trying to hold on and lying to themselves.
He wasn't really alone. Not ever. But maybe it would have been better that way. Gray thought actually being alone and living the truth of his new life would be better than this sudo-isolation.
Gray was a giant stallion. Always surrounded by others. Yet he never stopped feeling alone...
Author's Note:
Not sure this is as much a story, even a short one, as much as it is an artistic essay. It's based on the isolating feeling people who live in cities feel. Surrounded by other people, yet knowing and trusting none of them. Even hating them all. Sounds strange to someone like me who has never lived in a city. So I applied some of that thinking to a macro scenario. Came up with this oddity. Not sure I like it, but whatever. Story telling is about exploring ideas, good or bad.
- Big Mare Gets Stuck
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, lewd, funny
Version: 1
Blue and Red were grinning stupidly to themselves as they stood almost in the middle of the street.
Blue leaned over to Red. "We must have done something really good in a previous life. How much karma do you think we're spending on this moment?"
Red chuckled. "No idea, but it's worth every last bit."
Blue nodded and they went back to looking up with big dumb smiles. Just admiring the view.
Yellow's entire face was red with embarrassment and her voice came out squeaky and stuttery. "S-stop staring you-you-you perverts!"
Yellow was a macro. And she was currently stuck between two buildings. Oh she definitely could have forced her way out, but the glass skyscrapers on either side of her flanks were already cracked. Not wanting to cause a bunch of collateral damage she had no other choice but to stay still and wait for rescue workers to arrive and... do something to get her out.
Meanwhile Blue and Red, two normal sized stallions, stood behind her and simply admired her ass while making lewd comments. No doubt they'd run away just before she was free.
For now all Yellow could do was tuck her tail and let them study her rear. She'd never gotten stuck here before. Her blush only darkened with the realization her butt must have gotten bigger since the last time she took this shortcut. After this she'd probably be hiding at home for a few days. Or weeks. Or for the rest of her life.
Oh how she envied the little ponies right now. Normal mares didn't have to worry about situations like this. Sure, they had to deal with perverts taking glances at their behinds, but not like this. Yellow's whole ass was like a billboard on display for everypony to gawk at. Two furry golden globes wedged into an alley. Helpless. Trapped.
She really couldn't blame them for staring...
Author's Note:
The last short was really sad so I decided I wanted to write something funny to make up for it. This turned out more lewd than funny in my opinion, but whatever.
- Micro Buys Sex
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, micro Anon, role-play, butt crush
Version: 1
Pink hesitated before the wooden door. She took a deep breath. Then she stood straight and projected as much confidence as she could. To say she was nervous was an understatement. Pink wanted to do well. She had already gone to the trouble of dolling herself up. Makeup, clothes, she even tied her mane back. The mare was nearly unrecognizable.
Deciding she was as prepared as she was going to get, Pink pushed open the wooden door and waltzed into the hotel room.
The mare's every step created a subtle boom on the shaggy carpet. The sway of her tail created a whooshing sound like a billowing flag. Her enormous eyes focusing down on him came with an exciting and oppressive weight. Yet Anon managed to sit still on the edge of the bed as the huge pony came towards him. When she stopped her shadow bathed him in darkness. She was so big...
"I take it you are Sir Anon?" she asked with a flippant arch of a brow.
"Yes ma'am," the human who could have easily fit under one of her hooves replied politely.
Pink snorted dismissively. Her eyes narrowed. She oozed pride and control. "Then strip," she commanded simply.
Anon gulped before jumping to his feet to comply. He then set a new personal speed record for getting out of his clothes. Now naked in front of the mare he cringed with embarrassment, but made no attempt to cover himself. As ordered. Meanwhile Pink was struggling not to giggle at Anon's eagerness. It was important to maintain appearances for the client. So she buried her amusement behind her dominatrix persona. She wanted to fulfill his little fantasy after all, not laugh at it.
Snorting once, Pink rolled her eyes dramatically. "Not bad. I guess good pets deserve treats."
Lazily, the towering mare shuffled around until her backside was facing the bed. Anon immediately took the opportunity to stare at her ass. Then Pink began to wag her tail. The man dutifully watched, careful never to miss a glimpse of her pussy. It could have swallowed him whole...
Pink glanced back curiously, trying to gauge the client's reaction. He looked happy so she allowed herself to smirk. But how would she ramp things up from here?
"Hey, you don't mind if I make myself more comfortable do you?" she asked somewhat dismissively. "I know some mares love socks, but they always make me itchy." She wasn't entirely role-playing that line either. She really did want to get out of these silly striped socks.
Pink didn't wait for him to reply and simply took a seat.
Anon could only fall backward as the mare's enormous ass came crashing down on him. It was so plush and warm despite how it threatened to snuff out his existence. This was the best purchase of his life!
Author's Note:
Sigh. If only the real world had giant mare's for hire. Though this was originally inspired by a short story about an arranged marriage between a giantess and a man, I decided to flip the relationship around. Why? No reason. I hope you enjoyed!
- Not Into Rampage
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, sad, gentle
Version: 1
Tess was a cursed mare.
Ever since she was a young foal she had been stalked by a bizarre phenomenon. Roughly once a month, for one day at a time, she'd find herself trapped in a strange alternate world. Though saying "once a month" made it sound like her curse was more predictable than it really was. She had once suffered an entire week that sent her back every other day. Then there was a time she went three whole months without a single incident. Simply put, there was no way to know when Tess was about to disappear into that other world. The only certainty was that she was always taken during her sleep and that she always returned after exactly 24 hours, awake or not. It was a frustrating problem. Especially because nopony ever believed her.
The first time it happened her parents had, understandably, freaked. Their little girl had simply vanished in the night leaving no clues behind. Then Tess just reappeared the next day babbling about an alien world. They were obviously not in the mood to listen to her made-up story and immediately grounded her for "running away". Then it happened again. And again. And again. Every time she was punished. Every time nopony listened. Eventually it just became a part of her life. A part that frustrated Tess and led to unfair judgments about her.
In school the rumors flew. Where did she go when she disappeared? Was she in a gang? Sneaking off to be with a secret boyfriend? Was she really a changeling spy?! Too many believed she must be up to no good. No matter how many times Tess tried to tell them her claims were simply dismissed and she was branded a compulsive liar. She felt so alone.
What was this alternate world like? Tess could only describe it as a miniature version of Equestria. It was a world where the tallest trees were only as high as her knees. Where everything was small and delicate. Where mountains were more like steep hills. Where expansive grass fields felt more like somepony's backyard. And it was a world populated by tiny bipedal creatures who built sprawling cities. She couldn't speak their language and even trying to talk to them caused problems. But she knew they were intelligent from the first time she arrived. After all, they acted nothing like animals or bugs. They acted like ponies. So... they usually ran away from her while screaming.
Tess couldn't blame them. She was a towering force of nature. She could have easily laid waste to their miniature world if she wanted to. Yet, despite her frustration with being there, she didn't hold it against them. She was fairly certain it wasn't their fault. Otherwise they would have appeared much more prepared instead of surprised and terrified every time she arrived. Something supernatural was going on and while it only caused minor problems in her life, the tiny creatures obviously suffered far more.
Tess tried to explore whenever she was taken to their world, if only as a way to pass the time until she was returned home. However, her every step usually broke something. But it wasn't on purpose. She didn't intentionally rampage through their cities and even strove to go around them. But the suburban sprawls could be enormous. Sometimes she was simply trapped by their civilization. Each time she woke up in their world she was in a new location. Usually Tess found herself in the wilderness, but there were a few occasions where she was teleported into the middle of a city. Crawling off a pile of rubble she wasn't even conscious while making was the worst. Like someone was trying to set her up as a monster when she really didn't mean the little ones any harm. She was always careful and the thought of hurting someone or something on purpose terrified her.
Well... except for that one time...
It was the most important day of her life. Tess had a date with the stallion of her dreams, Bar Bell. He was stoic. He was polite. He was handsome. He was fit. Somehow Tess, the mysterious mare who disappeared every month, managed to catch his eye. Everything was going to be perfect...
Then Tess woke up the day of her date in the middle of a miniature forest.
That was the ONLY time she ever rampaged. When she obliterated that collection of trees. For hours she tore stupid leaf covered sticks from the ground and used them to beat their neighbors to splinters. It was a fauna massacre. She let her female fury loose and you could tell. There was nothing left but a broken battlefield of plant genocide when she was done.
Tess then spent the next three visits apologizing to every little one she encountered.
Author's Note:
Too many stories in the size difference community are about twisted individuals purposefully traveling to alternate worlds to terrorize tiny helpless peoples. So, in my continued quest to defy the norms of this community, I decided I wanted to entirely flip that too common trope/scenario. So poor Tess doesn't teleport willingly and she doesn't want to hurt the little people. Though I do realize this piece would be much better as a real short story, I chose to be lazy. I summarized the premise rather than actually use it. Oh well. Maybe this inspired another creator.
- The Great Size Debate
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, talking, stupid jokes
Version: 1
The sunlight was tinted orange as it came through the classroom's windows. Evening was steadily approaching sunset and the shadows were growing ever longer. The schoolhouse had been empty for several hours when the doors were suddenly thrown open again and two stallions stepped inside.
"I didn't even know you could rent the schoolhouse," Blue commented in surprise.
"On the weekends you can get it for the whole day, but every other day you can only get it for the last few hours," Red explained with a shrug of disinterest. "I thought it'd be the best place for our meeting."
Blue paused near the front of the room, eyeing the empty desks. There was something lonely about the space. "So what did you want to talk about?"
Red strolled right up to the chalkboard and easily found the stash of chalk. He raised one stick in the air dramatically as he turned back towards his friend. "It's time!"
The other stallion merely raised a brow. "For what?"
"To settle all the debates and arguments. To decide what it means to be a fan of size difference. You and me, right now, are going to clear up all the confusion."
"What confusion?" Blue blinked in confusion.
"This fandom is a mess," Red grumbled. "This place is a zoo and the animals are running wild. We need order. Rules. We need to establish some guidelines if we are going to turn this ragtag group into a respectable community."
Blue cringed. "And who put you in charge? Why do we need rules?"
"Rules keep everyone on the same page. As it is, when you're trying to find something macro or micro related, it's a coin toss if what comes up is even close. Rules will clean that up and make simply being a fan so much easier and more convenient."
"So... you want to make a list of everything ever made in this fandom?"
Red growled. "NO! I want everyone to agree to some terminology so we don't constantly get mislabeled garbage. That's the problem. No one agrees on the proper tags and terms when describing their work. You look for 'macro' and a whole bunch of 'micro' stuff comes up. You call yourself a macrophile and no one here seems to know what that means. We can't even decide if 'butt crush' is supposed to be one word or two!"
Blue scratched his head. "I don't know. You can't just storm out there and start telling people what to do. That's rude."
Red huffed. "I know I can't force anyone, but I can complain until they give in to my demands."
Blue shrugged. "Whatever."
"So are you going to help me or not?"
"With telling people what to do?"
"With deciding what to tell people to do."
Blue shrugged again. "I guess. But I'm not going to fight anyone for you. Unless you pay me."
Red rolled his eyes. "Fine. Then let's get started."
The stallion faced the chalkboard and scratched out two words.
"The first problem that needs to be fixed: microphile versus macrophile."
Blue quirked a brow. "Okay, I'll bite. What's wrong?"
"These two words are constantly mixed up," Red scoffed. "The suffix, -phile, means 'lover of'. Thus these two terms mean 'lover of micro' and 'lover of macro'. So a microphile loves micros and a macrophile loves macros."
"Makes sense to me," Blue nodded sagely.
Red growled. "So tell me, if you love stories or artwork with a macro in it, which are you?"
For a moment the other stallion hesitated. "A macrophile?" he eventually answered uncertainly.
Red actually snickered. "The correct answer is: maybe."
"I don't get it. I thought you said these terms had meaning, now they don't?"
"Whether a creation is macro or micro depends upon the perspective. For example, if its a story and the macro is the main character, then it is a microphile story. If it is a piece of art showing a giant rampage from one of the tiny's perspective, then it is for macrophiles."
Blue scratched his head. "Macro for microphiles, micro for... macrophiles? I don't get it."
Red waved him off. "A macrophile wants to be tiny. A microphile wants to be giant. These terms mean the opposite of the root word inside them. They get flipped around by the suffix. Remember, -phile means 'lover of'. Not 'want to be'. That's why these two terms get confused so much."
For a moment Blue didn't respond. Then he shrugged. "So... why should anyone care about this?"
"Don't you want to be right?"
"About things that matter, sure. But whether I describe myself as a macrophile or a microphile doesn't seem important."
"Yes it is!" Red asserted with a frustrated stomp. "When you introduce yourself you don't want to give the other pony the wrong impression. When you say 'I'm a macrophile' you want them to understand that means you like stories that feature giants. Or artwork where the camera is facing upward. It's about being accurate and clear communication."
Blue hummed. "I guess so."
Red snorted at his friend's halfhearted reply.
Author's Note:
I was going to make this an entire short story, but I soon realized the joke would wear off quickly and people might start to find this piece annoying. I've already made my point anyway. This community has issues, but how serious is up for debate. I tried to play these two characters as the extreme ends of the argument. One is obsessed with rules and precise definitions while the other is relaxed and unconcerned. Though I personally side more with Red. I think this fandom could benefit from a bit more organization.
- Big Destiny
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, sad, silly
Version: 1
Gem was a filly and a late bloomer. Everypony else in her class had their cutie marks, but she did not. It was as frustrating as it was embarrassing. She knew what she wanted to be. Why wouldn't her cutie mark appear? It was her destiny to become a royal guard, then a knight, and finally a paladin! She would become a champion in golden armor! She already trained every day. She was the largest pony in her class, by both height and muscle. Everypony knew she was going to become a great soldier. It was obvious. So why???
Gem was alone on a hiking trail, part of her usual training, but she wasn't feeling very motivated. She wasn't really hiking as much as she was just stomping down the road, glaring at every speck of dirt and helpless pebble that dared to linger in her path. If a rock was larger than an eraser she kicked it as hard as she could. Which was enough to send it flying with how strong she was.
Despite being full of energy the filly came to a stop by a bench along the trail. For a moment she simply stared at it. Then she eyed her still blank flank. She growled. She spun around. A tear began to leak from her eye. It wasn't fair. She should have her cutie mark already. It didn't make sense. She was so angry. And so confused. What else could her destiny be than what she wanted most?
Gem turned her gaze toward the horizon. She was half-way up the mountain so her view of the sunset was unobstructed and beautiful. Yet it didn't make her feel better. She gazed down upon her home town and knew she was supposed to protect them. But how could she without her mark?
With a sigh she turned back towards the trail, ready to head home to her mother's loving hooves. But she hesitated. Then she glanced up towards the mountaintop. Maybe she should finish her hike first. However, that would take at least another hour. And she wasn't feeling up to it right now anyway. But with a scoff she shook her head. No, she couldn't think that way. If she gave up on her training she'd NEVER get her cutie mark.
So the filly turned around again, intent on climbing the mountain before she went home.
"If only this mountain were smaller," she grumbled quietly to herself in frustration.
Suddenly there was a flash of light that could only have come from one place.
Gem froze, eyes wide, lip trembling. She swallowed. It couldn't be, could it? Slowly, as though afraid a ghost was waiting behind her, she looked back. Back at her flanks. Where a cutie mark had just appeared. For the briefest moment relief and joy completely overwhelmed her.
Then she tilted her head in confusion.
Her cutie mark was a picture of a rock with a pony silhouette standing on top of it.
"What... what is that supposed to mean?" she mumbled, now unsure if she should be happy or not.
In time Gem would learn that there were two kinds of cutie marks. The kind that when manifested increased an individual's natural talents in the area of their greatest desire. And those that changed the individual's body itself. Hers would quickly turn out to be the latter. Because, from that day on, her height began to soar. By the time she was 20, she was 10 times the size of a normal pony.
And she quickly became a legend in the Equestrian military, just like she always wanted...
The End
Author's Note:
So this was partially inspired by a certain giant royal guard mare oc, but honestly, this was mostly inspired by something that had nothing to do with macro at all. It was just a picture of a pony standing on a rock, however, when I first glanced at the image while I was browsing I thought the rock was supposed to be a mountain. Then I realized my mistake and felt a little silly. Not every piece of art is going to feature giant ponies. But that picture would have made for a great cutie mark.
- Disaster Relief
By: Blobskin
Contains: MLP, macro, tragedy, heroism
Version: 1
The largest earthquake in over 100 years had struck the region. Cities up and down the fault-line had been shaken to pieces. Rockslides were blocking many of the roads, greatly slowing the emergency response. The power-lines had fallen like dominoes. Countless breaks in the water main had created geysers in some locations and slow bubbling lakes in others. Fires were popping up like weeds in a fresh crop field.
And the urban skyline... any who saw it would be plagued with nightmares for the rest of their lives.
All the tallest structures were simply gone. Absent from the picture like an editor had just erased them. At least some of the mid-level buildings had survived, but even those that remained upright were often slouched. Like someone with poor posture. Far more of the shorter structures might have endured the quake if they hadn't been buried under the rubble of their larger neighbors.
So many were dead. Even more were missing. Countless hordes stumbled through the streets in shock, unable to process what had happened. There were voices too. Cries for help. Cries for family. Cries of sorrow.
Which is why the big guns had been called in.
The ponies were here.
Nurse Redheart perked her ears as she stalked down the dust covered street. Diligently she turned her head from side to side. Sweeping the area like a radar dish. Straining to detect even the slightest noise. For the tiniest hint of someone who needed help. It was a slow, tense procedure. She knew the dogs would be better at this, but there just weren't enough of them. They needed everyone searching right now.
Especially ponies like herself.
She was a humble earth mare back in Equestria. However, in the human world, she literally towered over her surroundings. And she didn't suffer this phenomenon alone. All ponies were huge once they stepped through the portal. Though the size difference rendered almost all her medical training useless, it also made it easy to perform rescues. With size came strength, enough to pull someone from a pile of rubble for example. The only problem was finding the survivors. Fortunately, she was equipped for that too.
"Is anyone alive out there?!" the pale mare called, voice booming over the distant echos of sirens.
She froze, not wanting to make any sound herself out of fear it might drown out a faint reply. Her ears swiveled furiously atop her head as she waited. Both hoping to hear something yet also dreading it. After all, if she heard someone that likely meant they were hurt.
Redheart's head jerked to the side. Her ears stood straight. Her jaw clenched. Even her breathing stopped. She had heard something.
"If someone is there, I'm here to help! Please tell me where you are!" she called. Then she listened.
A second passed. She was already sweating and her heart was pounding. Even if she heard nothing now that didn't mean the sound she'd caught was a false alarm.
Someone screamed, but their voice was so muffled it was only barely audible.
It was enough.
Nurse Redheart knew exactly where they were and sprang into action. At once the huge equine dove towards the third house on the left, not caring about the cracks in the asphalt she left in her wake. Even a parked car was casually kicked out of her way. A life was on the line. Nothing else mattered.
"I've got a live one!" she all but screamed over her shoulder.
The mare didn't have a second to spare. As soon as she reached the wreck that was once a suburban home she began digging. Starting with the crumpled roof she carefully sorted through the debris, dismissively tossing one piece at a time into the neighbor's yard. If only she had been a unicorn. The rescue could have been over with in a single flash. Alas she was a simple earth mare. The only tool she had to go through the pile of timber was her bare hooves. All the while the cries for help came from somewhere beneath her.
An ambulance pulled up behind her. Doors slammed. The paramedics were asking her questions. She didn't even acknowledge them. She was too focused. Too close. Just. One. More. Piece!
Mission accomplished. With practiced motions the huge equine scooped the now free but battered man up out of the rubble and brought him towards the ambulance. She had saved a life.
There were countless more rescues to come, but at least humanity had giant friendly ponies to help.
Author's Note:
Every now and then I check the 4chan thread "My Massive Pony" to hunt for ideas. This is the fruit of my most recent harvest. So credit for this idea goes to an image posted there. Also kind of ended up being a spiritual continuation of another short of mine "Macro Training Camp".
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- She Wants to Share
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, rampage, gentle, dildo
Version: 1
There was panic in the streets. Humans fled for their lives. There was screaming. There was shoving. Meanwhile the ground regularly shook.
A giant pony strolled down the street narrowly avoiding crushing people and cars as she went. Her eyes carefully scanned the area around her as though she were looking for something. Then she spotted it. Yellow's face lit up with a grin. She stepped forward more quickly then before as she pounced on her find.
There had been a car wreck and a bus had found itself trapped. There was no way out. So the terrified passengers had forced the doors open and fled on foot with the rest of the populace. That was a few minutes ago. So when the huge gold colored pony placed a hoof on either side of the lengthy vehicle, it was already abandoned. Which was fortunate because the huge equine immediately snatched up the bus and raised it to her eye for a closer examination. But her grin faded a bit when she realized that it was empty.
She glanced down, at the humans who were still nearby and running for their lives, and hummed in thought. It couldn't hurt to ask. Yellow marched forward, again, more quickly than before. She easily overtook the crowd and stopped them by stomping in their path. This got their attention. A hundred eyes stared up at her fearfully. She raised the empty bus still in her grip and gave it a little wiggle.
"Hey, I'm about to play with this thing. Does anyone want to get in?"
Her only response was huddled terror. She sighed in disappointment.
Her momma always taught her to be considerate. It wasn't like it bothered her playing alone, but she might as well try to share the fun. If they didn't want a ride inside her pussy that was their missed opportunity.
A few minutes later Yellow found a comfy spot to lay back and use the bus as a dildo. And she genuinely enjoyed it. But it would have been even better if some of the humans had decided to join her.
- Bigger Bug
By: Blobskin
Contains: MLP, Chrysalis, amazon, stupid
Version: 1
Twilight and Cadance were walking side-by-side, idly chatting as they made their way through the streets of the Crystal Empire.
"So how are your studies on changeling biology going?" the pink princess asked.
"Very well," Twilight chirped. "I've already figured out how their transformation power works and I think I've got a working theory for their telepathy, but it's going to take a few more tests to confirm."
"Impressive," Cadance nodded. "Too bad me and Shining haven't made as much progress reforming Chrysalis yet," she then admitted with a sad sigh.
Twilight's ears drooped. "That bad, huh? And I thought convincing her would be as easy as Discord."
"Didn't he go on a rampage as soon as you looked the other way?"
The smaller alicorn grumbled at that. "Yeah, but it only took a day. How long has Chrysalis been stubborn?"
Cadance looked up in thought for a moment. "It's getting up to a month now."
Twilight scoffed. "We could make a new queen faster than we could convert her at this rate."
The pink alicorn blinked at that. "Make a new queen? That's possible? How?"
The two paused as the purple pony's face suddenly went red. "Well, it would require a... volunteer."
"To do what?"
Twilight sighed deeply, surrendering herself to the embarrassing topic. "Royal changelings are just normal changelings that have managed to convince a pony to... sleep with them willingly and while they are in their natural forms. It causes them to grow bigger and more powerful, according to my sources."
They stared at each other until Cadance found her voice. "If a pony has willing sex with a changeling, the changeling will evolve?"
"Yeah," Twilight confirmed simply.
"Who originally slept with Chrysalis?"
Twilight blinked this time. "How should I know. What pony would want to sleep with a bug!?"
"You shouldn't say that," Cadance criticized. "We're trying to integrate with them, not start a never-ending race war."
As they reached their destination Twilight sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I just don't see how it's possible. There is no way changelings and ponies will ever fully get along. Especially not to that degree." With that they threw open the door to the manor and immediately froze in place. The scene that greeted them defied explanation.
Shining Armor was standing off to the side, appearing quite nervous. Meanwhile, laying on the couch, was Chrysalis herself. The only problem was that... she took up the entire thing. As in, she was now simply huge!
"W-w-what happened here?" Twilight stuttered. "Why is Chrysalis giant!?"
Cadance took more direct action by storming into the room and aiming her horn at the towering changeling. "Reverse this size spell immediately!" she ordered.
Chrysalis visibly recoiled and raised her hooves in front of herself defensively. "I'm not under a spell!" she shouted back.
"I'm not blind, Chrysalis," the pink alicorn spat. "You weren't even half this tall when we captured you."
For some reason the changeling began to blush at that. As did Shining.
By now Twilight had finally entered the room to check on Shining. "She hasn't hurt you has she? Did she overpower you?"
"Uh," Shining stuttered as he tried to form a coherent response. Twilight was not reassured.
"How long has she been this big?"
"Well, since... yesterday?"
"This morning," Chrysalis corrected.
"You expect me to believe you grew giant in a matter of hours without a spell?" Cadance challenged.
"It's natural for changelings!" Chrysalis barked back.
"Natural!?" Cadance retorted. "What part of 'growing bigger' is natural!?"
Suddenly Twilight's eyes bulged and her body went stiff. "Wait a minute..."
Now Shining was worried about his little sister. "You alright?"
" 'Changelings grow bigger and stronger if they have sex in their natural form with a willing pony,' " Twilight quoted the words she had been told during her last interview.
Chrysalis and Shining swallowed.
Cadance's fur bristled. "Twilight... are you saying...
"But who slept with..." Twilight began to ask while her head turned towards Shining.
The stallion was able to lock eyes with her for several moments. Then he broke. He pointed an accusing hoof at the huge changeling and shouted as loud as he could. "It's her fault!!"
- Sold Out
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, macro, stupid
Version: 1
The world was in crisis. The entire political class of Earth had vanished. Completely. Leaving no trace behind.
Who was in charge? How had this happened? Did the law still apply? Who could have orchestrated such a scheme on a global scale?
Then a single world-wide earthquake struck. Everyone was simultaneously knocked off their feet. Buildings rocked on their foundations. Cars spun out. Bridges collapsed.
The sky had been replaced with a great eye.
A voice boomed down from the heavens. The feminine tone of a woman was clear despite the ear shattering volume. "Huh? What are you all still doing here?"
People could only stutter in confusion or hold their heads in pain.
The eye squinted skeptically. "And why do you look surprised? You really think we'd pay you so much and then NOT take your planet?" There was a scoff so loud it parted the oceans. "We may be big but we're not that charitable."
Satellite images were finally able to make sense of what was happening. A huge creature, a snow white pony as big as the sun, was looming over the earth. Studying it. The moon had already crashed into its cheek and disintegrated. Meanwhile Mars had gotten caught in its tail and was being shredded. The orbits of the rest of the planets were quickly changing from the sheer gravity it created by being here.
The unimaginably huge mare glared down at mankind. "Is this supposed to be some kind of trick? You don't think we'll take your planet if you simply refuse to leave?" She growled. "If you stay, what happens to you is your problem. You sold us this planet fair and square. I have the receipt right here to prove it. No one cheats me after I paid good credits for a new toy. So. TOUGH!" She barked.
Then White took possession of the Earth and returned to her home world to play with it as she saw fit, not caring whatsoever about the little humans who had tried to withhold the product she had legally paid for...
Author's Note:
Hurray! A blatant commentary on modern political BS. Doesn't it just feel like this these days? Our leaders, supposedly elected by us to represent our interests, yet they constantly sell us out and make our lives worse?