[2.12.2015 11:49:37] Star Sage: You cough as you come to, your body aching, everything feeling like it had been pressed in a vice. Rising to your hooves, trying your best to flex your wings and hopefully find them working, you started to look around. Your memory was fuzzy, and strangely, you had no idea where you were. This wasn’t your bunk in the barracks, that was sure. About you, the world seemed to stretch away into infinite distance, with nary a flaw on a floor that, from your gentle probing with a hoof was made of clouds, but weirdly thick ones, as you could only pull them up towards you, not push through them.

Taking off into the air, you were aware, suddenly, of how light and thin the air was, as you were zooming off into the sky, your wing beats carrying you faster than you had anticipated. So fast, in fact that you had to stop for a few moments to catch your breath, and then took another look around, trying to get your bearings. The land below was flat, and even, not a natural occurrence at all, given that wild clouds tended to be rolling and fluffy things, rather than the tamed stuff you were seeing. It almost looked like they were sculpted with cloudcrete, but that wasn’t possible, it would take more of that stuff than was in all of Equestria to make this sort of plain.

Then you felt it. An air pressure change that forced you to change the way your wings were angled. It was huge too, like the movement of a massive storm front made of tornados or something. Flipping end over end, you are just barely able to stay airborne, mostly because of the lightness of your body, and then turned to face the source of the pressure. When you found it, you just went limp, only your training, and pegasus instincts keeping you in the sky as you stare, dumbstruck, at the thing before you.

It was huge, larger than anything you had ever seen before, so large that you felt it could have covered all of Equestria, the nation and the world, with just the barest part of itself. Worse, it was moving, not quickly or suddenly, but slowly and deliberately. Like it was some kind of massive tide at sea, every movement sending out waves of force, that you had to fight. Of course, what it felt like was less important than what it was, and even as the edges of your vision blurred trying to take in the totality of it, you knew exactly what you were staring at from the details you could make out.

It was Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts, her yellow coat and orange mane sparkling a little in the light that came from some source you couldn’t see. Her body was bare, save for a single headband, and you could see little drops of light in her fur that spoke of sweat and exertion. The thing about her was, she was huge. Way too huge to be real, and you mind just refused to process anything else while that information was lodged somewhere in your consciousness, at least until she forced you to think on your hooves.

She did so by moving, and with your thoughts on her actions rather than her mass, you quickly realized she was exercising, staying in shape and keeping herself in top physical condition, like any good Wonderbolt. Right now, she was punching out with her hooves, first the back two, then the front two, and then one at a time. This was a problem for you, however, as one of her hooves raised from the floor far below, and then shot forward, its course bringing the massive leg with its hard end, right towards you.

Quick to react, as your training demanded, you dove away from the hoof, your eyes quickly calculating angles and wind speed, before you dove back and to the left, that being the shortest route away from the hoof. Luckily, you were only a few miles into the thing’s path, and were just able to make it out of the way in time. Unluckily, the thing was huge, and with its passing, the air around it moved wildly, your body tumbling all around as the wind picked you up, forcing you to pull your wings tight against your body, protecting the delicate things.

Of course, the hoof retracted almost as fast as it came out, and this created a drag on your body that vaulted you forward, pulling you in towards Spitfire’s body. Unable to control yourself, you were forced to shut your eyes and hope to land safely on her somewhere, rather than slamming into the floor or something of that sort. Everything spinning, worse than the dizzitron, you nearly lost what food you had in your belly, before slamming hard against some surface, your vision seeing stars as reality was thrown from your brain.

When you came to your senses, the first thing that your brain alerted you to was the smell. Specifically, the musky, powerful odor all around you, that forced you to cover your nose, even as it seemed to burn at your nostril hair, making you wish you had fingers like a dog or maybe even griffin claws to plug the thing up. Opening your eyes, they burned a little too, with the heavy, humid air pressing in against them seemingly worse than the assault on your nose, but you forced yourself to focus through the pain, blinking away a few tears and trying to get a good sight on where you were.

Around you, was another plain, but this one, rather than being solid white clouds, was pink, and instead of being flat into the infinite distance, this one had huge towers coming from the ground, which rose up into the sky. They were far apart, half a continent or more, and yet, like Canterlot Mountain, they were so huge that you could seem a thousand of them from where you stood, their peaks rising into the sky, and then joining and twisting together, slowly forming into a ceiling overhead that told you instantly where you were by the fire look it had.

You were in Spitfire’s mane, somewhere deep on her head, and you were so small that all of Canterlot, possibly all of Equestria, could have fit inside a single hair on her head. That was a depressing thought, and worse,you couldn’t feel the ground beneath you moving, despite an odd rumbling sound now shaking your chest. It took you a few seconds to realize what that was. You were so small, you couldn’t even hear Spitfire’s voice, instead, just the rumbles that it made in the air, and from them, you knew she was counting probably as she did her exercises.

You were so small, her voice couldn’t be heard, and her movements were like those of a planet. That was...no, you were not going to go into that dark train of thought. Instead you flapped your wings, rising from her skin, and then floating your way up towards her mane. Dodging through the mountain sized strands, which moved and rubbed together at wild angles, and with enough force to grind you to paste, you rose out into the air, and then shot forward, letting her body move with you. In front of you, a few thousand miles away, was Spitfire’s ear, you would get there, and shout for all you were worth into it.

The flight was quick, mostly because you were moving proportionally faster, letting you cover ground so quickly that you might have been moving at light speed. Not that moving forward was easy, as strands of mane would randomly pop up, like waves in an ocean, and threaten to smash you on them. You were forced to dodge in wide circles to avoid them, spinning around them so close that you felt your hooves brush against them, a scent of musky sweat and smoke mixing together to nearly swoon you.

Still, you were well trained, and made it to the ear in minutes, landing lightly on the flesh, and gasping for breath. Trying to get your voice back to more than a harsh rasp, you setting yourself down, and began to gulp down the sickeningly powerful musk. Luckily, this spot on her head was relatively uncovered by fur, and allowed it to breathe more easily, which did the same for you, and let you recover after only a few seconds, before you began to cry out, your voice rising from within the fur to echo off the walls.

To your elation, the ear twitched, moving from side to side rapidly. She..
[2.12.2015 11:50:06] Star Sage: To your elation, the ear twitched, moving from side to side rapidly. She could hear you, she was going to get you out of this. She was….sweating, as a drop fell from the tip of her ear, it came down towards you, and even with your speed, the thing fell so quickly, there wasn’t time to get out of the way. It splashed down, dropping right onto you, and covering you in its salty, terrible tasting liquid. You instantly felt your lungs start to burn, as the air that had been burning your nose with its horrid stench was now denied to you.

Worse, the sweat drop was so tough, with such surface tension and thickness, that you couldn’t even move inside it, as the world outside slowly began to fade into blackness, your eyes growing darker and darker, until you shut them, and let the terrible taste of the sweat on your tongue be the last sensation you had. Spitfire, shaking her ears a little, listened intently for several seconds, thinking she’d heard someone calling for her, but after a while, she wiped her hoof through her mane, throwing a few drops of sweat to the floor, and then resuming her workout, not noticing as her hooves slammed into those drops, over and over again.