>Opening your eyes, you look out across the vast expanse
>Unsure of what exactly is going on, you slowly stagger to your hooves, feeling a bit disoriented
>Taking a minute to gain your senses, you begin to survey the area around you
>A flat plain extends into the distance, odd formations rising up into the sky that appear to be miles away
>Craning your neck left and right you spot other stallions scattered about, some appearing to wake up just as you had moments ago
>Earth stallions like yourself, unicorns, and the occasional pegasus appear to be all present, although many off in the distance are just barely specks, but you can tell that they’re ponies
>The nearest stallions are almost a hundred meters away you figure, but you can hear them discussing in confused, slightly panicky voices
>Rubbing your temple a bit you decide to head over to them
>Trotting along however, you begin to notice strange things about your environment
>For one thing, the ground echoes oddly when your hooves clip on it. Almost reminds you of walking on a wooden floor
>And huge cracks in the earth extending as far as your eye can see appear the be almost uniform
>Approaching the small group of stallions, you give them a wave as you join their discussion
“You guys know what’s going on?”
>”Not really. I was trotting home, and next thing I know I wake up here”
>”I was out enjoying a walk and everything just kinda went blank. I have no idea where we are, but it sure aint where I started”
>Trying to get your stories straight, you all eventually come to the conclusion that none of you neither know where you are or how you got there
>It doesn’t take long for your group, three unicorns, two other earth ponies, and a hovering pegasus to head, out, attempting to find answers
>As you all silently walk along you can spot other small groups beginning to form in the distance
>From what you can tell, there’s at least a few dozen of you, that you can see at least
>The pegasus zips ahead of the rest of you, as is natural. His flight will come in handy scouting out the area
>As you move onwards, your flying friend eventually returns, informing the group that something lies up ahead
>Continuing in the direction he came from, the object starts to come into view, appearing as some kind of berm or something
>But after another minute of walking, you all pause, the curiosity lying right before you
>A giant, pink rope, almost as thick as yourself lies on the ground, and with the way it coils into the distance, you estimate it to be at least half a hoofball field in length
 >”What is it?”
>”I have no idea. Some kind of rope I guess”
>You all look at it in curiosity, a couple of your couple going up and touching it
>While they examine it, you do notice however that it has a sweet, fruity scent wafting up from it, almost like a perfume odor
>Whatever it is, you’ve not seen anything like it
>”G-guys?”
>The pegasus darts back in front of the group, frantic beating of wings causing a breeze you whip your mane
>”Come look at this…”
>Speeding off once more someone groans, knowing that there’s no time to stand around and rest
>Trotting along once more the pegasus hovers over some large structure, terrified look in his eyes
>”What? What is it?”
>”I-it’s a bit”
>You speak up, figuring you misheard him
“A what?”
>”It’s a bit!”
>He flies over, quickly snatching you up
>You don’t have time to protest however, as your attention is quickly turned elsewhere
>The object that the pegasus holds you over is a gigantic coin, unmistakable for a bit
>The tiny writing, the kind that you usually have to squint to make out, is absolutely enormous, each individual letter the size of a full grown stallion
 >This… isn’t good
>Gently lowering you to the ground the group is already nervously conversing, almost in a panic
>You yourself have no idea how to react, staying in a silent stupor
>”The rope back there! It must have been a mane hair!”
>”O-or a tail hair”
>”So you’re saying we shrunk?”
>They continue to bicker, your mind well away, trying to comprehend your predicament
>If a single strand of hair and coin were that big, you must quite literally be an ant
>No, you’d be smaller than most ants. You’re probably barely bigger than a speck at this point
>You have to warn all the other stallions!
>Peering around once more you spot at least three other groups around the room, a couple out in the open, and one by what you now recognize to be an inconceivably large bed
>But what good you warning them do? The only chance you have would be to find the pony who’s room this is, whomever that it
>The bickering of the stallions beside you is cut short, everypony’s ears perking up
>It takes a few seconds, but you once again distinctively hear it, and feel it
>Another tremor slightly shakes the ground
>”Wh-what was that?”
>Nopony answers him as another tremor shakes your world
>A terrifying creaking noise hits all your ears, causing you to cover them
>A thunderous boom followed by another shake soon follows
>Looking upwards, your jaw drops, unable to comprehend the sight
>One by one, massive gray hooves enter the room, the four of them booming in unison
>After they enter, another set comes, and then another
>And finally, one last set
>Sixteen massive hooves shake the world, three of their owners gray, the last one pink
>Well, at least you know where that hair came from
 >The hooves’ owners stride casually forward, their booming voices giggling over something
>Following their legs upwards with your eyes you find them to all be earth pony mares, whether friends or sisters you cannot tell
>Somepony in your group screams in terror, galloping away a short distance before freezing
>A godlike hoof slowly arcs over you all, shadow blotting out the light for a quick second before it passes
>Another earth shattering thud is all you receive as it impacts the ground far away
>Curling yourself out of the fetal position, you return your gaze skywards
>A pink sky greets you, its owner obviously oblivious to your presence
>”Who is she…?”
“I-I don’t know”
>Your group silently comes to the conclusion that standing under a giant mare’s belly isn’t the best option, and quickly begins to trot out from under her
>The seven of you approach her backside, walking around her planted hoof
>Small flecks of dirt can be seen on it, obviously she had been trotting around before arriving here
 >The hoof’s natural scent mixes with the perfume smell from earlier, wafting around your tiny group as you all skirt around it, causing some eyes to water
>Being the last one in line you flare your nostrils, taking one last whiff of the odd smelling air before exiting the mare’s shadow
>But you find your group all staring upwards, eyes as wide as dinner plates
>Following their cue, you do the same, only to have your jaw drop
>The mare’s pink tail swishes back and forth in a casual manner
>But with each pass, you all get a glimpse of beauty
>Her slit is clearly visible, absolutely massive puckered asshole above it
>A tingling feeling starts to build in your crotch, something you suspect that all your group members are already guilty of
>Even at normal size you figure that this mare has quite the sizeable rump, the two pink cheeks appearing planet sized from your perspective now
>Somehow finding the strength to overcome your lust, you peer around the rest of the room
>The three gray mares stand idly about, one of the opening a giant drawer, one still giggling over something
>All of the other groups of tiny stallions appear to have congregated around their respective mares, obviously trying to get a view at their asses
>A gust of wind snaps your head back, a feather floating into view
>The pegasus has cast himself upwards
“Wait!”
>Your cry falls upon deaf ears, as his ascent continues higher and higher
>Soon he is merely a dot in the sky, rising ever closer to the giant mare’s tail
>You all look on in unspoken jealously as the distant dot find its target, disappearing from view as it slips under her dock
>”Luck pegasus bastard…”
>A couple stallions grumble, evidently miffed that they weren’t able to be so close to her shapely behind
>”What I wouldn’t give to touch that ass”
>You almost nod in bewildered agreement, but all of your collective attention returns to the sky
>The mare’s massive cheeks begin to lightly rock side to side, crushing up into each other, almost as if trying to scratch an itch
>”What’s she doing?”
>”Guess our friend found what he was looking for”
>The display continues on, tail swishing once more as the mare uses her thighs to itch herself, darker genitals clearly visible
>A new scent hits your nose
>Musk
>Looking around, most of the stallions seemed to have popped boners, a couple beginning to stroke them with a hoof
>You’re not going to lie, you can feel the head of yours poking through it’s sheathe
>Retuning your gaze to the incredible ass above you, you figure that there’s no harm in watching
>The mare rubs her cheeks a few more times, unaware of the show she’s providing to her miniscule audience
>But all at once the mood turns from one of uncontrollable lust, to terror
>The pink cheeks begin to lower, mare squatting
>Soon the land is coated in shadow
>Instinctively you all begin to flee, awkwardly trotting with your boners slapping your bellies
>The sound of rushing wind is comparable to a train as you dive out of the shadow, the clipping of hooves go by
>Flopping over onto your back you begin to pant in exhaustion, observing the scene before you
>The titanic ass cheeks approach the ground at a constant velocity
>Two tiny stallions scream as the shadow overtakes them
>In an instant one unicorn and earth pony disappear under the wall of pink, earthquake erupting as the ass impacts the floor, jiggling
>Jolted upwards slightly you hit the ground with a grunt
>Opening your eyes, all you can see into the distance from side to side are a pair of murderous cheeks, forest of a tail between them
>The rest of your now smaller group looks on in horror, nopony saying a word
>A booming voice calls out across the room
>”You ok?”
>”Yeah, just had an itch. Don’t worry though, I got it”
>One of the gray mares speaks up in a monotone voice
>”Well come on, let’s get this place clean before we go out”
>The pink mare raises her plot up once more, getting back to her hooves
>Two tiny stains on the floor are all that’s left of the stallions
>You don’t even want to think about what happened to the pegasus
>”Look out!”
>A coupe stallions shriek, the group scattering
>The mare’s enormous hind hoof takes a step back, coming down quickly
>You roll onto your belly, sprinting away as quickly as possible
>The ground shakes again, but you don’t look back
>The rest of the stallions run off in random directions, in the distance the other groups doing the same
>Soon, what can be described as nothing other than chaos begins
>The four mares start to stomp around the room, picking up random objects, carrying other pieces to drawers
>What any pony would do when cleaning a room
>All around you stallions gallop and scream, ponies that you don’t recognize frantically running by aimlessly
>You don’t even know where you’re going, your instincts telling you to run
>Sprinting towards the open door, you figure it’s your only chance at survival, though it may be miles away
>A couple stallions seem to have the same idea, a distance in front of you as they run
>But a block sized gray hoof crushes down into the floor where they once were, no doubt smashing them
>Coming to a complete stop you watch in terror as the mare goes trotting by, tossing paper into a huge waste bin
>Reversing your course without thinking you sprint off in another direction
>The carnage around you continues, you yourself witnessing no less than a dozen ponies get squished
>Passing hooves claim most of them, an occasional falling object that a mare accidentally dropped getting one
>As your frantic flight continues you watch a group of three make their way to a huge dresser, attempting to seek shelter under it
>An earthquake rocks the room as a gray wall obliterates them
>One of the mares innocently flopped on her belly to reach something under the dresser, furry stomach eliminating the stallions unknowingly
>You’re not sure how long you fled in terror, but soon the sounds as screaming stallions are drown out one by one, hoofsteps silencing them
>Covered in slick sweat you stop, panting as you attempt to catch your breath
>”L-look out! Run!”
>You tiredly look over, the last stallion in sight sprinting by
>The unicorn heaves as he runs, obviously as exhausted as you
>Looking up, an inconceivably large, gray ass lowers towards the ground
>All you can do is whimper at its merciless descent, no longer finding the energy to flee
>Soon the cheeks of the plot make contact with the ground, burying the unicorn a short distance away
>But somehow, you remain unflattened
>But it soon becomes obvious why
>A gigantic tail flicks over you, cheeks surrounding your tiny body
>You’ve ended up in her crack
>Closing your eyes, you accept your fate, the first strands of pubic tuft passing by, tickling you
>A fraction of a second later, a crushing weight pins you to the floor, your back pressed against the hard wood
>As you lay there, a musty scent begins to overtake you, eyes beginning to water
>You’d gag if your muzzle wasn’t squished directly into wrinkly, warm flesh
>You continue to lay there, the mare adjusting her butt slightly
>A faint pop can be heard under her left cheek, signifying the end of the unicorn
>Your more durable earth pony physic must have been your savior
>Continuing to lay there, you feel like you’re about to go mad
 >The combination of her heavy scent and the crushing pressure cause you to squirm to no avail
>You’re hopelessly trapped
>As you lay there, the overbearing scent that overtakes your nostrils seems to trigger something
>Without warning your crotch tingles once more
>With a muffled moan, your cocks slides out of its sheathe, poking into the warm flesh as it becomes painfully erect in seconds
>At first you just lay there, unsure of what to do
>But instinct swiftly takes over, your hips beginning to slowly pump
>Although you can barely move under the crushing weight, you’re quickly humping away like a mad stallion, unable to control yourself
>Balls swaying, your thrusts increase in speed, all thoughts leaving your mind
>With one final thrust you feel the tip of your cock spurt
>Unfazed you get in a few more good humps, white rope coating the flesh above you
>Rubbing your blown load around with your tip a bit you finally collapse, huffing heavily, although you remain smothered
>Panting, you merely lay there, cock still twitching as is deflates
>Your thoughts of ecstasy instantly turn to fear as you’re grinded harder into the floor, body aching  
>Just as you think it’s the end however, your stomach lurches, body feeling like its being lifted
>Although it takes a bit of effort you finally pull your muzzle out of the slightly sweaty flesh
>Fresh air quickly returns, which you greedily breathe
>As soon as it started, the rising feeling subsides
>Looking to your left and right all you can make out are monolithic gray ass cheeks to either side of you
>Thinking for a moment, you begin to tremble, knowing exactly where you are
>Your body remains stuck right to her gigantic anus, the sweat sticking you to it
>Struggle as you might, you can do nothing more than pull your muzzle slightly out of the wrinkled flesh, the musky smelling hole encompassing your entire vision
>You are essentially nothing more than a speck smushed in the center of her puckered ring
>”Come on, we’re doing to be late”
>You can hear the crashing of hooves in the distance, clipping as they exit the room
>An emotionless voice replies, somewhat muffled due to your position
>”I’ll be there, just have to put on my frock”
>Your body feels as though it raises and drops in altitude again as the mare positions herself
>You can hear her fur rubbing against something that she begins to pull up over her body
>You’re not sure how it’s possible, but your world becomes darker
>Looking up, a sheet of dark fabric slips right over her massive dock above you
>A second later, you’re squished tightly back into her warm plothole, musty scent soon all that you can breath
>With a final snap the fabric holds you firmly in place, making movement impossible
>”Alright, I’m coming”
>You can feel her body turn around, massive hooves thundering as she does so
>Trying in vain to struggle against the oppressive anus, you eventually relax as the door behind her closes
>Conceding, you lay there, pinned in place, unsure of your fate