Flarity Size Greentext

Here's a little greentext that I've finally gotten around to writing.

 

 

>You are Anon.

>You are also asleep.

>The last thing you remember was walking to Rarity's boutique after being given an invitation for a party, which came with a note from Rarity saying that she wanted to try her hand at making you some appropriate attire.

>You also remember walking into Rarity's door to be met with a blunt blow to the face from what seemed to be a mallet, which seemed to have knocked you out, followed by a guilty moan from what seemed to be Fluttershy.

>You barely hear Shy and Rarity's mumblings as you begin to awake from your daze.

>"Really cute..."

>"Ready...plan?"

>Your eyes slowly begin to open as you give a small yawn.

>"Oh, he's awake!" you hear Rarity say.

>You find yourself face-down on a giant pillow on the floor of Rarity's Boutique, save for all the blinds being closed.

>You roll over to find Rarity and Shy staring at you rather suggestively.

>"Good morning, my little ladykiller!~" Rarity says, in between giggles

>"You're, uh, adorable when you're asleep" Shy coos, before catching Rarity's giggle fit herself.

"Oh, ladies, please, save the flirting for the party! We've got all night to get in the mood!"

>You pick yourself up before noticing something very strange.

>Your point of view is still at the hooves of your dates, despite being on your feet.

>As your depth perception returns, it dawns upon you that you are now the size of a grape, and your dates seemed strangely happy about this.

>With some thought, the 'strangely' oart of your previous observation disappears.

"Aw, Testicle Tuesday."

>Fluttershy and Rarity make a sarcastic gasp, before Fluttershy lifts up her hoof a bit and moves it towards you.

>A brush from the matress-sized hoof is enough to knock the wind out of you, while sending you down to the ground.

>"Now, now, Anon!" Fluttershy scolds, her voice now booming as if she was a goddess, "Good little boys don't use that language in the presence of a lady!"

>Rarity's face descends toward you, overwhelming you with her swimming pool-sized irises, which soon are partially obscured by a suggestive glare.

>"And do you know what happens when a little boy is bad?~" she asks in a singsong voice, before beginning to wait for a response.

>Your heart wants to tell them that you are a MAN, dammit, and you have every right to sock her in those gorgeous azure eyes.

>However, your knees are clattering too hard for you to hear your heart.

>Even when engaged with a predator, your advanced human brain is too evolved to fall to the old 'fight or flee' business, and has a third option, crying like a little bitch.

>You swallow your pride and land on your knees, your pockets overflowing with spaghetti.

"Girls, I don't k-kn-know what you want to do this for, b-but I can pay you back! Just please don't kill me! I can't go out having banged only one or two-"

>A bellowing laughter from Rarity causes your ears to pop, and disorients you quite a bit.

>Fluttershy kneels down as well, adopting a sincere look.

>"Aww, you poor thing!" Fluttershy says. Even though she doesn't seem like she's mocking you, you get a bit angry at the fact that she would call you by such a humiliating name.

>Fluttershy descends upon you, nuzzling your stomach with her warm snout. The sensation, combined with Shy's soft gaze, gives you a boner the size of Human Texas, which you awkwardly attempt to hide.

>"We promise that we aren't going to hurt you in any way, Anon." Shy says. Her humid, warm breath does nothing to quench Anon Jr.'s appetite.

>"We're your friends, and you can trust us, right Rarity?"

>You turn your head to meet the somewhat overbearing marshmallow horse.

>"She's absolutely correct, darling" The beautiful mare states professionally, meeting your eyes with the same loving gaze as Fluttershy's.

>Rarity's gaze becomes excited and sharp not a second after, exemplified by her picking you up with her magic.

>"Besides, killing you won't be nearly as fun as, ahem, punishing you~!"

>Rarity lifts you up to her mouth. A fat, wet tongue slides out and licks her lips as she opens her gaping maw, revealing her perfect teeth and the soft insides of her mouth, soaked in saliva.

>"Rarity, wait!" Fluttershy shouts, making you jump in the process.

>The maw closes, and Rarity looks at Shy.

>"I have an idea, for Anon's sake."

>Rarity walks over to Fluttershy's side, moving you so you face the mares' behinds. You're dropped on the floor in the process, free from Rarity's grasp.

>Before you even think about escaping, Rarity plants her huge rear hoof on your torso, pinning you down.

>You struggle and struggle, but fail to escape the dreaded hoof. Amazingly, the two mares seem to be talking too quietly for you to listen in.

>For the next few minutes, you're forced to lie on your back and stare at your "dates'" butts.

>Their masterfully crafted, wide, thick, amazing, beautiful butts.

>You get the feeling that you will enjoy this greatly.

 

>By the time Rarity lifts her hoof off of you and begins to turn around, your heart is beating faster than Applejack on her sister and you're harder than diamond.

>You can only imagine what these goddesses, these pinnacles of pone, these beautiful, kind, amazing giantesses have planned for you.

>The mares turn around fully and give you a greatly suggestive look.

>"Instead of going through with the punishment right now, we've decided to go through a little warm up, so you don't get too overwhelmed" Fluttershy explains.

>"Miss Rarity, could you please lift him up?"

>"Miss Fluttershy, it would be an honor!"

>You feel yourself lifted off the ground once again, meeting your superiors at just below their chins.

>The two get a closer look at you and begin to giggle. You're levitated a few inches away as the two begin to whisper again, this time at a less secretive volume.

>"He's aroused~" Rarity squeaks.

>"Already? Wow, I didn't know we had it in us..."

>"Are you kidding me, it has to be your..."

>"Oh, I'm flattered, but you..."

>You clear your throat rather cacophoniously.

>Rarity turns her head towards you. "My, my, aren't you eager" she says with a hint of annoyance. Her glare becomes a sword through your hopeless little heart.

>At least, you think, you get to stare at their butts some more.

>After what feels both like forever and not long enough, the mares begin to turn away from each other and walk forward.

>You're levitated between the pair. You look at them both and notice that you're on the same level of the y-axis as their derierres.

"Uh, Fluttershy, Rarity? Are you going to d-do what I think you w-will?"

>"Please," Rarity cried sensually, "Don't think I didn't notice you staring at them, Anon!"

>You're telekinetically turned towards Fluttershy

>"You might wanna pucker up!" Shy giggles as she starts to back up.

>The yellow cheeks come closer and closer. You look behind you for a moment to see that the same thing is happening to Rarity's lovely rump, too.

>When you turn around, your entire view is dominated by yellow, and you're squished inbetween the two ponies.

>The butts themselves honestly aren't hard, feeling like giant, warm beds, but the force at which they're pushed together is enough to pin you down.

>You hear the giggling intensify as your face is squished up against one of the asses that you were admiring moments ago. You can hardly make a noise as the two begin to grind against each other, squealing all the time. Your pants are on the verge of ripping from not being able to withstand your manhood's desires.

>You have no arms, and you must fap.

>It starts getting hard to breathe, so you make a desperate attempt to hurt the big, beautiful Fluttershy with a pinch.

>She simply giggles harder.

>This is the 4th most embarassing thing that's ever happened to you.

>After coming to the verge of collapsing from oxygen deprivation, the butts seperate, finally giving you room to breathe.

>You're dropped to the ground face first.

>"You make a wonderful little toy, Anon!" Fluttershy says.

>"Oh, maybe he would like to experience ME head-on!" Rarity says eagerly.

>You see that there's no use arguing. Even if you didn't have that bit of knowledge, you're too out of breath to make an argument.

>"But first," Shy suggests, "We should take those tight clothes off of him!~"

>The two make the most adorable faces that a pair of horny Amazonian beauties could make before undressing you with their mouths.

>No longer constricted, Anon Jr. sticks out in front of you, causing both you and your captors to break out in a flourescent blush.

>Rarity begins to turn around to sit on you, but her hips knock into a vial of mysterious dust. She sneezes loudly enough to pop your ears again, sending the dust flying onto her and Shy both.

>Rarity gasps and begins to shrink down to a size closer to yours. However, she still dwarfs you, as your outstretched arms would only reach her shoulders.

>"Oh no!" Rarity cries.

"Uh, what happened, exactly?

>"There was diluted Poison Joke extract in that vial," Rarity explains, "Now not only is my herbal bath indefinitely postponed, I've become too petite to go through with the plan!"

>"Oh," said Fluttershy, with a louder, more dominating voice, "We can always make a new plan, my little slaves!"

>You and Rarity turn to meet Fluttershy, who has adopted more aggresive eyes and a devilish smirk.

>She licks her lips as you hear the lowing of her stomach.

 

>"Oh my," Rarity says worriedly "Things truly have gone downhill."

>Rarity picks you up with her magic and runs under the drawer that she bumped into. Once the two of you are sheltered, Shy slams her weight into the drawer in an attempt to knock it over, causing you and Rarity to jump.

"Should we run? She's gonna knock the drawer over eventually!"

>"We do have a bit more time than expected, all my furniture is nailed down" she states.

"But there's, like, no crime in Ponyville, right?"

>"Well, the furniture is very expensive, and I say it's better safe than sorry!"

>Another slam brings the two of you back to the matter at hand, not being eaten by a joked-up Fluttershy.

>"Oh, you two want to do it the hard way?" Shy said, having lost her patience already.

>Her hoof reaches under the table as she attempts to grasp at you with it. You manage to dodge the hoof as Rarity follows behind you.

"Doesn't Poison Joke need a treatment to cure?"

>"Only if you directly touch the plant. The contents of the vial are diluted, as I said, so the effect should wear off after a short while" Rarity explains, looking out for Fluttershy's massive hoof.

"I'm assuming that 'a short while' means 'way longer than we can avoid-"

>Fluttershy gets ahold of your foot before you can finish your sentence. If not for Rarity pulling you away at the last second, you would've had the worst obituary.

>You can see it now, "Anon, age unknown, eaten by a drugged up monsterhorse in a sexual experiment gone horribly wrong".

>Fluttershy groans in frustration. "Oh, when I get to you, you'll wish that you'd given yourselves up when I was in a better mood!"

>"I'll have to agree with you on that point," Rarity says hastily. She peeps outside, trying not to let herself be noticed by Shy.

>"There's a door not too far from where we are now, I think we can squeeze under it" Rarity suggests quietly.

>You find a pearl on the floor. Figuring that you could distract Shy with the noise it would make, allowing you and Rarity to get away, you charge out with the pearl in your hands and give it a mighty swing.

>Quite unfortunately, the pearl doesn't go very far at all. Not only that, but Fluttershy was looking in your direction when you charged out anyway, which you realize just too late.

>You hear Rarity call your name as a yellow hoof knocks you on your back.

>You see Fluttershy's expression lighten up from a horrific grimace to a horrific sneer as she grabs you in her mouth.

>She turns you so your top half is within her jaws, then she slurps you up into her mouth.

>You perform a rolling maneuver to the left and climb over her flat teeth, nearly slipping in the process.

>As you reach her cheek, you fail to find any handholds, so you quickly move to the front of her mouth with the intention of jumping through her lips.

>She responds to not being able to swallow you right away by jerking her head up. You slip and fall forward before managing to grab hold of her warm tongue.

>Shy takes this opprotunity to smash you against the roof of her mouth, causing you to lose your grip on the already slippery tongue and fall into her throat.

>You're kneaded and squished by the walls of her esophagus before landing in her humid, hot stomach.

>Knowing how dangerous the stomach acid you are currently surronded by is, you try to climb the walls, only to fail due to how slippery they are from the mucus.

>Having learned of the properties of bases, like mucus, you begin to collect it in your arms and cover youself in it.

>Even with the mucus's protection you know that you can't survive in a stomach very long.

>Even though you're convinced that it's a hopeless struggle, you hold on. You hope from the bottom of your heart that something can get you out of this dank place, even being willing to resort to, ugh...

 

>You are now Rarity.

>Your heart sinks to your stomach in a terrible combination of guilt, fear, anger, and nausea as you see the outline of someone you intended to sexually please slither down the throat of one of your kindest, most docile friends.

>As much as you want to curl up and die, you decide that you can't die without a noble last act.

>After going through a period of intense thought, you hatch a plan.

>You storm out to confront Fluttershy, who seems to have enjoyed her recent kill.

>You close your eyes and shout her name at the top of your lungs.

>When your eyes reopen, you see Fluttershy lying on the ground, looking at you.

>"Mmmm, looks like somepony wants to be seconds!" Fluttershy says mockingly.

>"Good thing, too. Anon's doing a lot of squirming down there, I think he wants a friend!"

"You don't scare me, you revolting shell of a pony!"

>"Oh, cry me a river," your opponent sneers, "Just remember which one of us is invincible compared to the other, you sad, lost little filly."

"Fine, how does it feel being lesser than a 'sad, lost little filly'?"

>"What are you implying?"

"You seem to be convinced that you're a pony yourself, and not just a suppressed part of Fluttershy's mind that got too big for its britches after getting some plant extract in it."

>The fake Shy squints her host's eyebrows.

"In a matter of, oh, half an hour, you'll be nothing but a concept, no less vunerable or helpless than I am right now. Any remarks about that?"

>Your friend's body stood up and began approaching you.

>"Except you'll be nothing but fuel for me, the REAL Fluttershy, by the time that happens!" Your opponent said. She wasn't confident in any sense of the word, just angry. You step back.

"So, you're just going to hastily eat me? Typical response from a hooligan such as yourself, I'd expect better from a part of Fluttershy's mind. I guess there's a reason you're always repressed."

>Repressed Shy gives off a shout and pounces on you. You reflexively scream as you see the yellow mass propel itself towards you and pin you down.

>Repressed Shy notices your weakness and smiles. "You're lucky you're such a charming mare, Rarity! I'm going to make this fun for both of us!"

>She picks you up with her hooves and holds you in front of her mouth. "Well, it'll only be fun for me, with your attitude."

>She pushes you into her mouth, onto her tongue. You roll off of it and hug the left wall, running towards the back of the mouth.

>Fluttershy's head faces down, with you falling to face her tongue.

>The tongue jolts toward your stomach, delivering a blow that causes you to lose your breath. The tongue begins licking you, as if it were getting what you were shaped like down.

>The tongue and the mouth manipulate you until they leave you on your stomach, facing the front.

>You feel the tongue lick your rear end, lifting you up a bit. You land on your feet

>The tongue then forces itself into your cooch. Your legs weaken, and you fall.

>You feel the thick tongue twist and turn, going in and out, hitting you just right.

>The tongue continues, occasionally stopping to wet you with warm saliva.

>You're warm and wet, and you're being pleasured immensly. Nothing could move you. You let out a moan.

>Yet you had to move. It was sexual pleasure, or doing what was right.

>You summoned all of your strength and lifted yourself up while the tongue was away.

>You turned around just in time for the tongue to return and feel you stand up.

>The tongue lifts up and comes down hard, forcing you under it.

>Not being strong enough to push it off of you, you bite it.

>The tongue jerks up again as you dodge it.

>You see the uvula and focus on it, telekinetically grabbing it and manhandling it.

>You hear Fluttershy gagging as her head tilts down, occasionally jerking forward.

>Just a bit more, and the moment of truth should arrive.

 

>You are now Anon again.

>You're quite worried about what happened to Rarity after the one sided banter from Fluttershy, followed by the jolt and the threats.

>She hasn't been eaten, since you would've seen her by now if she was.

>If she died because of you, it would be another layer of misfortune upon your inevitable death.

>Suddenly, you're caught in a geyser of stomach acid, propelling you up through the esophagus. You briefly see Rarity before the two of you are propelled out of Fluttershy's mouth and outside.

>As you pick yourself up and wipe off the vomit, you see Rarity on her side and help her up.

"Oh God, are you okay?"

>"I'm a bit shaken up, but I'll be fine" Rarity replies.

>The two of you make your way to the door as Fluttershy is recovering.

>Rarity goes under the door first, squeezing her way through.

>You can't help but stare at her ass as she does, natch.

>You suddenly hear galloping as Rarity successfully passes under the door.

>You turn around and see Fluttershy coming straight at you.

>However, you aren't gonna take this Aggroshy shit anymore.

>You pull back your fist, and just as Shy's face comes to meet you, you punch her straight in the snout.

>As she releases a cry of pain, you can't halp but feel guilty, but not as much as you regret not having a snappy one-liner.

>You slide under the door much more easily than Rarity, being of smaller stature.