CONTENTS
GIANT TATZLJACK:      Line 7
GIANT PINKIE PIE:     Line 227
GIANT RAINBOW DASH:   Line 280
GIANT FLUTTERSHY:     Line 300
 
Because of this picture, by "Heir-of-Rick":  https://derpiboo.ru/1081333
 
>”Okay, have a good afternoon, and congratulations again! I think you’re just what we need around here. See you tomorrow!”
“Sure!”
>You wave good night to your new boss and step into the elevator.
>She’s pretty pleasant, actually.
>New job, new home, new city to live in, and the pay is outstanding.
>Your new employer had even helped with the moving expenses for you and your young wife to come here.
>Speaking of, now that the day is done, you can’t wait to get home to her.
>She’s probably been unpacking all day.
>She did call your mobile a couple of times to see how you were getting on.
>Pretty well, actually, today had been the last day of orientation.
>Tomorrow you were to start work proper, so to speak.
>There is a ding, and the elevator doors open onto the lobby, about twelve floors down from where you worked.
>Matt, the guy at the Security Reception desk, waves you over, and collects your trainee badge, exchanging it for your proper employee identification, and bids you good afternoon.
>You head out into the sidewalk, heading for the train station to take you home.
>New home, new city, new job, great pay, your wife at home waiting for you to return, and the weather outside is delightful and sunny!
>How great is your life, right now?
>And then a cloud passes overhead.
>At least, that’s what you think when the sunshine fades into sudden shadow.
>You hope it’s not a storm, you didn’t bring your umbrella.
>Plus, the weather this morning didn’t say anything about rain or clouds.
>There’s an odd rumble, though.
>No one around you seems particularly concerned by it, though.
>You decide to have a look.
>And the sight you see causes you to freeze in horror.
 
>A massive, four-legged creature, at least a hundred feet tall, covered in tawny fur, is walking carefully, almost daintily up the street, looking around with huge green eyes.
>Every so often the giant, hooved, whatever-it-is lowers its snout to street level, as though sniffing around.
>And then…
>It opens it’s mouth, and three long, black tongues issue forth, exploring the surrounding buildings.
>You nearly fall over from shock.
>And the next thing that shocks you is that no one seems to be panicking.
>No one is screaming, or running.
>The air isn’t filled with sirens.
>The National Guard isn’t firing on this monstrous behemoth with artillery.
>A few people did look up, but immediately returned to their business.
>Your first thought is to get back inside the building where you work, but the creature is already closer to it than you are.
>Oddly, it doesn’t seem to be doing anything monstrous, except for that freaky tongue thing, although it is now looking in your direction.
>Though every fiber of your being screams at you to run for your life, you hope that if you react the way everyone else seems to be reacting, it won’t notice you.
>And maybe you can make it to the train station and get away.
>So you turn and start to walk away, towards the station.
>Well, power-walk might be a better description.
>Or even a light jog.
>Half of your brain screams at the other half of your brain to quit screwing around and run already.
>The rumbling gets louder.
>Is it getting closer?
>You dare not look back.
>A massive hoof lands in the street less than a dozen yards away, and your nerve breaks.
>You dart down a side street and turn into Usain Bolt.
>Now you look back.
>Whatever it is, its eyes are now fixed on you, as it turns down the street you are currently setting a personal land speed record on.
>Still stepping carefully, as though it were afraid to hurt anyone.
>But each step it gingerly takes advances it as far as fifty of your steps do.
 
>It’s gaining on you.
>Quickly.
/Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!!/
>You spot an alley and decide to try hiding instead, crashing into some garbage cans in your haste to make the turn.
>It’s a narrow alleyway, so there’s no way that huge thing could follow you here.
>Unfortunately, it’s also a dead end.
>There is no way out, and you shake hands with some random doorknobs in a panicked attempt to find an exit.
>They are all locked.
>In desperation you crouch behind a large metal dumpster full of construction debris, while you try to get your breathing and heart rate back under control.
>You cautiously peek around the corner of the dumpster.
>At the open end of the alleyway, you see a big green eye in the middle of a field of tan fur looking back at you.
>So much for getting your breathing and heart rate under control.
>You’re in danger of losing control of your bladder now.
>But you are sure it can’t fit, so you try to reassure yourself by risking another peek.
>The eye is gone.
>Replaced by a huge, gaping maw, from which a long, black tongue issues forth, slowly feeling its way down the alley towards you.
>Under the circumstances, it bears repeating…
/Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit SHIT SHIT!!!!!/
>You’d forgotten about that freaky tongue trick.
>It probes slowly along the wall, gradually feeling its way towards you.
>Maybe you can sneak away, the tongue can’t be that long…
>You make it maybe three steps from the dumpster before you accidentally kick a discarded beer bottle, which skitters away noisily on the pavement.
“SHIT!”
>And you said that out loud.
>Way to go, genius.
 
>Something that feels roughly like a big inner tube bumps into your shoulder, knocking you to the ground.
>You roll onto your back, and behold the giant, glistening black tongue looming only a few feet above you.
>You don’t even have time to cry out.
>With a wet thump, the tongue slithers across your chest and rolls you over.
>As you roll, the thick, muscular appendage coils itself around your torso once, then twice, and finally the tip wraps around your thigh.
>The two coils of soft, damp flesh cover your entire chest and abdomen, trapping one of your arms.
>The size of that thing…
>You desperately push your free hand against the warm, slick surface.
>It yields slightly, but the tongue doesn’t budge at all.
>Though it doesn’t squeeze painfully, the soft yet muscular tongue grips you tightly enough to keep you from slipping away.
>And then it effortlessly lifts you into the air.
>In seconds, the ground has receded to a terrifying distance, as you are carried back towards the entrance to the alleyway.
>Towards the waiting maw.
>But it doesn’t pull you in.
>Instead, the sinewy coils hold you up to the creature’s face, and it studies you curiously.
>You see your own reflection in the giant black pupil, wrapped in the creature's huge tongue, and realize just how fucked you are.
>The tongue pulls at you again, and you approach the soft, furred muzzle, which opens wide to receive you.
>It’s hot breath washes over your entire body, as you clamp your eyes shut, unwilling to watch your certain demise.
>The air around you feels warm and humid, and the light vanishes from your sight as the mouth closes around you.
>You hold your breath, expecting giant teeth to crush the life out of you.
>Instead, you feel more warm flesh slide past you, and the muscular coils loosen, releasing their grip on your body.
>Gravity takes over, and you feel yourself sliding down a warm slick surface.
>The slope lessens, and you come to a halt lying on a surface that feels kind of like a waterbed filled with warm water.
 
>A slow, rhythmic thumping sound fills the air around you, the warm surface beneath you quivering in time with it.
>It is accompanied by an occasional rushing, whistling sound in the distance, as of air whooshing down long passages.
>Interestingly, you can still breathe, though the air is dense, sweet, and humid.
>And you’re not being dissolved by stomach acids.
/Or do they come later?/
“Shit fuck shit, man. Game over.”
>”You must be new here,” an unfamiliar voice close to your head says.
“GAHH! What?”
>”Whoa, dude, relax!”
“Relax? RELAX??!! I’ve just been eaten, and you want me to relax???”
>”Yeah, man. Relax. It’s just Tatzljack. She won’t hurt you.”
>Your brain, still swimming in a cocktail of panic-inducing hormones, is in no mood to discuss this rationally.
>As always under strain, you resort to heavy sarcasm.
”She? Oh, okay, so chasing people down, picking them up with her freaky tongues, and swallowing them whole is just her way of making friends?”
>”Yep, that’s about the size of it, friend.”
>You are flabbergasted by the responses this fellow is giving you.
“Does this happen a lot around here?”
>The unseen voice chuckles softly.
>”If she likes you, it does. She has her favorites, to be sure. This is the eighth time she’s got me, this summer.”
>Your head reels at the concept, and questions crowd into your brain.
“And you just let… her… swallow you up?”
>”Yeah, well, you know, she lives up the mountains outside the city, and she gets lonely sometimes.”
“So she eats people?”
>”Naw, man. She eats fruits and berries. She SWALLOWS people. That’s how she makes friends, remember?”
>Your head is spinning from this conversation.
>Or is it the air in here?
>You’re starting to feel calmer.
>Almost sleepy, in fact.
 
/Hang on./
“You said she got you eight times this summer?”
>Again, the voice chuckles.
>”Yep. She just carries us around for a bit, then lets us out.”
“So she’s going to let me out too, right?”
>”Oh yeah. I guess she wanted to meet the new guy, is all.”
“New guy?”
>”Let me guess, you tried to run away, didn’t you?”
“Um, yeah, I did.”
>Another chuckle.
>”All the new guys run. That’s the surest way to attract her attention.”
>You’re starting to feel pretty tired now, and you note that your heart rate and breathing are pretty much normal.
>In fact, you find yourself having to stifle a yawn.
“Well, what do I do until she decides to let me out?”
>”You really want to know, new friend?”
>Now you yawn.
“Yeah, I want to know.”
>”Just relax,” the other voice yawns, “and have a nice nap.”
>Come to think of it, a nap would be just the ticket right now.
 
>And suddenly, you find yourself in a vast, sunlit, grassy plain, dotted here and there with broad trees, swaying gently in the warm breeze.
>Fragrant wildflowers grow up as tall as your waist.
>You hear a rustling sound off to your right, and turn to see the creature that swallowed you approaching cautiously.
>Except she’s only about as tall as you.
>Seeing you looking at her, she stops, returning your gaze curiously.
**H-hello, are you feeling better now?
>The feminine voice seems to come from inside your head.
“Uh, not to be rude, but where am I, and what are you?”
>Tatzljack, if that is indeed her, takes another step towards you and stops.
**You’re in a sort of a dream, that I made just for you. I’m Tatzljack.”
“Oh, well uh, I’m…”
**Oh it’s alright, I know who you are.
“You do? We’ve never met before, have we? I’m sure I would remember…”
**No, I know I would remember. I remember everyone I’ve met. I love meeting new friends.
“Really? You could stand to work on your introduction a bit, I think.”
>A sound like the tinkle of silvery bells wafts across the fragrant meadow, as a mirthful expression spreads across Tatzljack’s face.
>She takes a few steps closer to you and one of her tongues slithers out towards you.
**Pleased to make your acquaintance, friend.
>Hesitantly, you reach out a hand and gently grasp the tongue, as though giving a handshake.
>The flexible appendage wraps gently around your fingers and returns the shake.
“So now what?”
**Well, what do you like to do? We could play, or dance, or sing, or listen to music, or tell stories…
>She looks hopefully at your face, approaching you slowly.
“That actually sounds nice, Tatzljack, but um, I’m married, and my wife is expecting me home soon.”
>Her face falls slightly.
 
“Could I take a rain check, maybe?”
>Her face brightens again.
**You mean it? You would… come back?
>She’s close enough for you to reach out and touch her now, so you decide to see what will happen.
>Slowly, you reach for her head and give her a rub between the ears.
>Her eyes close and a blissful smile spreads across her face.
“You know what? I would come back. Maybe I could bring the missus.”
>Her smile gets even wider.
**Oh, would you?
“Sure, she loves to play, and dance, and sing, and listen to music, and tell stories. It’s why I married her.”
>Three tongues stream out from her mouth and embrace you.
**You don’t know how happy that makes me!
>You rub her head some more, giving her ears a friendly scratch as well.
“But I wouldn’t like for her to worry about me, so could I go home and talk to her about it?”
>Tatzljack nods happily.
**Of course! So, will I see you soon?
“As soon as I can get her used to the idea, okay?”
**Okay!
 
>You become conscious of warm, thick, sinewy coils wrapped around your body.
>You become conscious of cool air blowing against your face.
>You become conscious of being gently lowered to the ground from a great height.
>You become conscious of your surroundings - you're in your neighborhood.
>Right outside your new home, in fact.
>Your feet touch the ground, and the soft, black tongue slowly uncoils from you, supporting you until you regain your footing.
>Then it rises up, disappearing into the muzzle of the huge creature standing innocuously on your street.
>Her fore hooves carefully settle on either side of you and she bends her legs, carefully bringing her muzzle down to your level.
>Her huge green eyes focus on you, and you reach out your hand and pat her gently on the snout.
>She smiles at you, and then a huge, flat pink tongue pokes out from between her lips, and gives you the sloppiest kiss you have ever been on the receiving end of in your life.
>Tatzljack rises back up to her full height, and winks her eye at you, then turns to go, her thick tail wagging happily behind her.
>Fishing in your pocket for your keys, you open the door and let yourself in.
>Your wife looks up from a box that she is unpacking.
>”Oh, you’re back!  Welcome home… you’re all wet, what happened to you?”
>You can’t help but chuckle.
“Oh honey, wait until I tell you about the day I’ve had!”
 
(END)
 
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GIANT PINKIE MOUTHPLAY/TONGUEPLAY
 
From this image:  https://derpibooru.org/1076293
 
"MMFF!! Gmmimff! I Canff ffreeff!"
>The warm, moist pressure lifts off of you as Pinkie Pie withdraws her tongue into her mouth.
>"What did you say Nonny?"
"I said I can't breathe!"
>Pinkie gasps in mock surprise.
>"Oh no! I'd better give you mouth-to-mouth then!"
>Pinkie Pie puckers her lips and moves her face closer to you.
"Pinkie Pie, stop it! You play too rough!"
>Your pleas are ignored as you scrabble backwards on the frog of her hoof, her lips drawing closer to you.
>You raise your hands and try to push her away, but given your relative sizes, it's like trying to shove an elephant.
>Her lips make contact with your face and torso, and part slightly. You can feel a suction develop on your chest.
"That isn't my mouth Pinkie!"
>Suddenly her lips part slightly further, and she tilts her face, her upper lip passing cleanly over your head.
>Then she closes her lips again, holding your torso in a soft, yet firm grip.
"Pinkie!!!"
>As she sucks gently, her tongue rises to your face and plays with you like a lollipop.
"Seriously, let me out!!"
>You hear a giggle echo up from her throat, and she sucks a little harder, slurping up your legs like a noodle.
>You genuinely fear that she is going to eat you now.
>Instead, her tongue playfully wraps around you and presses you to the roof of her mouth.
>You struggle a bit, and then the pressure suddenly drops away, and you fall.
>Her tongue quickly presses in on you once more, slathering you with copious amounts of saliva.
>Then suddenly light reappears.
>You find yourself on the frog of Pinkie's hoof once again.
"Jeez Pinkie, you scared me! I really thought you were gonna eat me that time!"
>She giggles and snorts.
>"Yeah! It was fun though, wasn't it?"
>You blush.
"Kinda..."
>Pinkie Pie grins at you.
>"Wanna go again?"
>After a moment's hesitation, you nod.
>"Okee-dokee-lokee! Let me just roll out the red carpet for you!"
>She opens her mouth wide, and her tongue lolls out, stopping right in front of you.
>Are you really gonna do this?
>You look at yourself, covered head-to-toe in giant pony slobber already.
>Hell yeah! Let's do this!
>You rise to your feet and tentatively take a step onto Pinkie Pie's tongue.
>Pinkie Pie's breathing quickens in anticipation.
>You take two more steps before her tongue suddenly curls, grasping you, and pulls you back into her maw.
>Pinkie Pie plays with you like a peppermint candy.
>She's always careful of her teeth.
>She just thinks this is like giving you an all-over kiss.
>It's really fucking arousing.
 
MORAL:  Vore is a shit fetish, but mouth play and tongue play are fucking hot!
 
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In the MMP (My Massive Pony) Thread, someone posted this image:  https://derpiboo.ru/1090694 and so this short tale happened, because reasons.
 
"Hey! Goddammit hugehorse, quit using my house for a footrest! I just fixed the fucking roof last week!"
>"Huh? Is someone talking to me? I can barely hear your dinky little voice there, Anon."
>She shifts her stance a bit to get more leverage against the stubborn stocking, giving you a show you really didn't need first thing in the morning.
>You blush and avert your eyes, taking a deep draught of your coffee for strength.
"Why the hell do you always have to use MY house for shit like this? Can't you go fuck up someone else's place?"
>"Nah. I like it here."
>She finishes pulling on her stockings and rolls up to her hooves.
>She sticks her face right into your personal space, such that you fear for being accidentally eaten.
>"You always make such funny noises when I come here. You're a riot, Anon!"
>She spreads her wings and lifts off, the downdraft blowing you twenty feet into the mud.
>"Later Anon!" she calls over her shoulder as she flies away.
/Fuck this place./
>You get to your feet and brush some of the mud off yourself.
/Seriously, fuck this fucking place./
>You go back inside to clean up the bits of roof that fell into your house,
/Fucking humongous horses./
 
 
GIANT FLUTTERSHY FETISH GUESS
Images:  https://derpibooru.org/816955    https://derpibooru.org/1122382
 
>What the hell was that, an earthquake?
>You wake up with a start as your entire house is shaking.
>You didn't even know that Equestria was seismically active.
>In any event, you throw off your bed covers and race to position yourself under the bedroom doorway.
>Just as you brace yourself under what you hope is the most structurally sound part of your cabin, the shaking stops.
>What the hell?
>Knock, knock, crunch!
>"Oops..."
>You know that voice, but why the hell is it so loud?
>She's early today.
>Still, she might just be checking up on you to make sure you're safe after that earthquake.
>So not bothering to tie on a robe over the comfy boxers you wore to bed, you head over to the front door, which has a big crack in it for some reason.
>As you tug on the doorknob, half of the door comes loose in your hand.
>With a curse, you toss the splintered wood aside and open the remainder of the door, which hangs on its hinges at a crazy angle.
>Directly outside your door is a large, yellow tree trunk.
>You notice three other yellow trees have inexplicably sprouted in your front yard, and they seem to have pink foliage--
>"Um, up here..."
>You look up towards the sound of the voice, and see two huge blue eyes looking down at you.
"What the immortal fuck? Is that you, Fluttershy?"
>She smiles beatifically as you recognize her.
>"Good morning! Yes, it's me!"
"What the hell happened to you?"
>"I... um... called in a favor from Twilight."
>Suddenly all the events of this morning make sense.
"Goddammit Fluttershy, if you've fucked up my lawn again--"
>Fluttershy crouches down, bringing her humongous head closer to the level of your own.
>"Oh no, I'm treading very softly, and you know I have soft hooves."
>Yes, you do know that, though the memory makes you shudder.
"Alright, but what's the big idea?"
>Yeah, you fully intended that pun.
"This scores about a 6 on the Richter Scale, and a 9.5 on my Weird-Shit-O-Meter!"
>Disconcertingly, Fluttershy inches closer to you until you can see yourself reflected in one of her huge blue eyes.
>"Remember our agreement?"
"One fetish guess per day. So, what is it this time?"
>An exhalation from her nostrils ruffles your hair and reminds you that you're not wearing anything besides your comfy boxers.
>Fluttershy smiles, and you can see a bit of drool at the corners of her mouth.
>"Is macro tongue-play your fetish?"
>Before you can confirm or deny, Fluttershy parts her massive lips, and her pink tongue, now roughly about half the size of your mattress, slithers out and presses against your legs.
>The pressure from the massive, yet soft and warm appendage shoves you back into the door frame, as she slowly drags it completely up your body, liberally soaking you with saliva as her sweet, honeyed breath washes over you.
>She does it a second time, adding a soft moan as Anon Jr. comes to attention.
>Then she pauses, looking at you with an expectant smile, since she can clearly see the tent you're pitching in your now-damp boxers.
>"Well? Is it?"
>You raise a hand and wipe a gob of saliva off your face, flinging it into the flowery shrubs that grow alongside the remnants of your front door.
"I would have said no, but..."
>You gesture to your straining erection threatening to burst free of the thin, wet cotton fabric.
"...apparently Anon Jr. disagrees with me. So I am forced to concede that macro tongue-play is probably a fetish I didn't know I had."
>"Oh, I'm so happy!" Fluttershy squeals.
>She celebrates with a little victory dance, reproducing the morning's earthquake and leaving several deep depressions in your lawn.
>Then she leans down to you and her tongue lolls out from between her plush lips once more, and gives you another head-to-toe coat of saliva.
>After a couple more strokes she withdraws the warm, moist appendage and looks at you with triumph shining in her eyes.
>"So... can I come in now?"
>You just stare at her.
>"Please?"
"Fluttershy, why don't you take a look at the size of my door, and think about what you just said."
>A confused look crosses Fluttershy's face as she studies your door.
>It is replaced by a crestfallen look as realization suddenly dawns.
>"Oh, peanuts. I didn't think..."
"Yeah. Slight flaw in your plan there."
>Fluttershy looks around as her huge plot sinks to the ground in despair, triggering another tremor.
>Your boner begins to cool.
>"Ummm, we could make love on your lawn--"
"Not in public, Fluttershy. Never in public."
>"Oh. Well... the potion will wear off around lunchtime, so maybe I could come back then?"
"Except you already know that I don't have a fetish for normal-sized Fluttershy."
>"Darn it."
>That's the harshest language you ever heard that pony use.
>On reflection, you guess you can't blame her.
>"Well, I'll have to think about this, so... another day maybe?"
>Your dick twitches in anticipation.
"Okay Fluttershy. Another day. Give it your best shot."
>She smiles at you again.
>"I always do, Anon! I promise you, we will be together!"
>Kind of an ominous promise, on the face of it.
>Fluttershy leans her muzzle back down towards you.
>"So... um... maybe, one more before I go?"
>Anon Jr. registers his interest with you.
>You look around to make sure no one is watching.
"Yeah okay, one more."
>Fluttershy smiles, and her tongue slithers out once more, flicking up and down your body with warm, wet, sensual strokes.
>Withdrawing her tongue, she purses her huge, plush lips, leans in some more, and bestows a wet kiss on your entire face.
>"Okay, um... see you later!"
>Fluttershy stands, turns in place and sadly walks away, her tail flicking side to side and giving you a show of gallons of fluid dripping from her nethers.
>You survey your front lawn, which now resembles a lunar surface.
>You survey the wrecked remains of your front door.
>You'll be sending her yet another bill for the repairs, of course.
>But damn, she is getting too good with these fetish guesses.
>You turn and head back inside, propping the wrecked remains of your front door against the frame, and deciding that a cold shower would be best before breakfast.