You scream, but then, it was only natural to do so, considering what you were seeing. Far away and above you, the sky seemed to be moving with a purpose, the sun beyond it barely leaking through to you as the sky shot out first one way, then the other, slamming into the ground around you with enough force that the vibrations from it landing miles away shook you from your hooves. Worse, this particular sky was raining, and not small drops either, but huge, smelly things that splashed down like oceans worth of foul smelling water, though luckily none of it had struck you yet.

Not that it was really the sky, you knew that much from just watching it. The sky was a flat canvas on which the Princesses painted the heavens. This was more bulky, with rippling muscles, and flexing joints, moving with a slow, deliberateness that came from such titanic proportions. It did take you a while to realize what it was though, as the thing above you was constantly just a shadowed bulk, and the light passing around it, but never illuminating your view of it. At least until the sky overhead leapt into the air, wings flaring out from the sides, and giving you a nice image of a griffoness, her body powerful and great, with every detail lit by the sun’s golden rays.

Before you could process that, her wings flapped once to hold her in the air, and your tiny body, small enough that a grain of dust was a mountain, was picked up by swirling winds. Your screams were cut off in a wheeze, as you moved faster than the air, and after watching everything around you descend into a blurry haze that hurt to look at, you shut your eyes tightly, trying to shut out everything, including the inevitable impact you would have on some hard surface that would lead to your death.

After a few moments of eyes closed, however, the impact never came, and instead you felt yourself smack into a soft, but firm floor, bouncing once or twice over the warm surface, before finally coming to a halt, where you sat for many a moment, regaining your composure. When, at last, everything ceased to spin and jerk, you looked about you in wonder, as the world seemed to have changed again. No longer were you on the floor of some griffon’s home as she exercised, filling the air with the smell of her body. No, now you were on some vast plain, which stretched away in every direction, marred only by gargantuan pillars in the distance, but still smelling greatly of musk and sweat.

Trying to get your bearings, you looked above, but the huge pillars seemed to block the sun above, creating a glare that you could make out no details in, forcing you to squint to even see the tips of the pillars themselves, before giving up the futile exercise and looking towards one of the things standing in the distance. Shrugging after a few seconds of thought, you began to trot towards it at a leisurely pace, your hooves finding the ground to provide good traction as you went, even if everything seemed to be covered in a small layer of film.

It took several minutes to reach the nearest pillar, despite how far away it had appeared. You question that, but only for a heartbeat, before you place your hooves against the thing, and hit it with all your might, hoping to determine what it’s made of. As it is, though, nothing matches the way it moves under your blows, and you are left scratching your head as you stare at it, only to notice that the thing seems to have numerous depressions on it, all placed at just about the right spacing for you to climb. With nothing better to do, and your nose starting to burn from the scents around you, you do just that, hoping to at least get above the smell.

The climb takes at least a half hour, by your reckoning, but it’s still far less time than such a scaling should require, as the spire seems to be miles in height. Some of this is aided by the farther up you go, the more the spire seems to tilt to one side, eventually giving you a straight run towards the top, no longer even requiring the hoofholds you’d been using. This left you standing there, at the top of the spire, looking out on the sight before you, and it took your very breath away.

You were on a hair, a single bit of fur on the skin of the griffoness’ hind left leg. You were so small that the hair was, despite moving as she moved the leg, it felt like it was stopped, with only a small breeze to tell you there was any motion at all. Worse, you could look down now and see that you were upside down compared to the floor far below. This showed how pathetic you were in comparison to her, her body literally a world to your miniscule form, and it nearly made you weep.

Then it happens, the musk scent filled your nose, making you cough as it overpowered your lungs. Looking down towards her skin above you, you spotted the source right away. At the base of the hair you were standing on, a single drop of sweat emerged, and began to slide its way towards you with all the relentlessness of a great storm, not knowing or caring that it would sweep you away with it, and its speed leaving you with no time to do anything but stare at it, before it engulfed you.

The sweat tasted awful as it surrounded you, forcing itself into your mouth and nose, and nearly swooning you with its overpowering of those senses alone. Then it fell, and you felt the world go weightless as you plummeted from the griffoness’ body, watching through your distorted vision as it passed you by, miles of flesh, fur, and muscles zipping around you, until finally your were abruptly stopped, splashing down, not onto the floor, but onto the end of her lion’s paw, your drop of sweat holding you fast inside itself, and making your lungs start to burn with the need for air.

You could do nothing to satisfy your body, however, as the drop of sweat trickled over the flesh of her body, slipping down between the massive toes of her paw. All at once, the world was dark, as the walls closed in on you, and then you felt it. The pressure, as her toes curled, translated to you by the drop of sweat. Crushing power, so great that it could have cracked mountains assaulted you from all angles, and while your body resisted the best it could, by the time the drop fell between her toes to the ground, there was a small smear of red deep within it, an almost invisible sign of your passing, while above, Gilda the griffon continued her work out for the day.