[16.12.2015 8:11:50] Star Sage: You scream again, trying to avoid what was going on as best you can, and wondering just why this sort of thing happened. A glowing green power had surrounded you on your normal day about town, and now, around you, everything had gone insane. Above and almost beyond your comprehension, the source of your current predicament was moving, slowly, ponderously, like a great orb in the heavens, and yet, far too quickly for your liking, as huge bits of it blocked out the sun that was coming from some far off window you couldn’t even see.

Said thing was a unicorn filly, young, probably one of the ones from the class in the local school, whose magic continued to flare from time to time as she did something you couldn’t see with what was probably kitchen utensils on the counter far above. What she was doing was unimportant of course, as the parts of her body closer to your were more your concern, as her hooves created earthquakes that could have shaken mountains apart as she paced in front of the counter, their bulk hovering over you for a seemingly endless moment, before they would move on, and slam to earth many miles in the distance.

Worse than her hooves though was the smell all around you. Apparently, whatever window or door this room you were in had, was closed, causing the air to be oppressively hot. This was bad for you in many ways, as your panicked running around was not only exhausting, but you were starting to swoon, as sweat seemed to pour from your body. This was nothing compared to the filly, though, who was sweat dripping everywhere, huge oceans of salty water falling from her body, and splashing down around you, filling the air with putrid stench, and probably going to drown you if one falls ontop of you.

Somehow, despite your small size, such that you can’t hope to move out of her way, you are spared for several minutes as the young unicorn moves around her kitchen, smells joining the musky scent of her dirty body, though not pleasant ones. She must be burning whatever it is she’s making, and you can feel your nostrils almost catching fire from the horrid odors of the stuff, even as her body scents threaten to shrivel every nostril hair you have up and cause them to fall out.

Still, small as you are, something has to give in your journey, and in this case, it starts with a tail. Her tail specifically. So focused on her hard feet are you, that you don’t even notice the thing until it swings low, the strands of hair brushing the ground beneath, picking up dirt, grime, and bits of burnt food as it does so, and eventually, you are added to the mess, a simply bit of her tail hair coming towards you like a huge wall, causing you to close your eyes as you expect to be splattered by the impact.

When you instead find the world is simply painful, but not deadly, you open your eyes to find the hair had somehow grab you in a small depression on it, like a bowl cut into the individual strand, which you could look up and see divided a few miles away, her hair so large compared to you that it is like a continent to either side. Even worse, the scent of her body, which was bad enough on the floor, is everywhere now, and with the little flakes and bits that are caught in her tail fur, you almost could think she was rotting or something of that sort.

Luckily, you don’t have to be here long, as the motions of the tail translate down to you. Unlike the motions of a planet, these are sharp and hard, driving you down against the bowl you’re in, the air literally being crushed from your lungs with the force, before the tail suddenly stops, and your body goes flying into the air. You can do nothing, not even scream, as you are tossed out into the void, a terrifying menagerie of shapes and images cross your eyes, but nothing you can focus on as you go up and up, seemingly forever into the sky, until finally, your momentum dies, and you start plummeting downward.

With your flight stopped, your body cease to flip end over end, and so you can look below you, but only more horrors remain to be seen, as your course carries you over the filly, and towards the counter in front of her. There you see something that would be cute, under different circumstances. She’s trying, and failing to make food, probably a family meal, with many pots, pans, and other things, spread throughout the counter. Right at the moment, there’s a pot of what looks like boiling water, and you are heading straight for it.

As you fall, you can feel the air grow hotter, steam and mist filling the world around you, and making your body limp with weakness. You can’t even muster the energy to cry or anything of that sort as your long, slow descent give you ample time to stare into the bubbling cauldron of doom. Just as you reach it, however, the filly rises up to the edge of the counter, putting her forehooves on the stove, and then sniffs. To her, it’s a simple thing, just a quick scent check, but with your position, the sniff is like a vortex, and instead of falling downwards, your path now arcs to the side, huge nostrils flaring, giving you a glimpse inside, before your world goes dark with entrance.

Inside, the air is more humid, hard to breath, but still cooler than where you had been, letting you breath for the first time in minutes, your lungs greedily gulping in everything you can, only to be denied a moment later, as the filly breathes out through her nose, blowing a wind pass you that nearly rockets you from out of her nose, only to be stopped when you smack into a nose hair so hard, it feels like your legs are broken. You don’t stick to the slick follicle, however, you grip slipped from it, but your path is altered, instead of ending up being blown out of her, you splat against a wall, your body bouncing against the soft flesh of her sinus, only to roll right into a lump of snot.

The stuff is sticky, like glue, but far thicker. Lucky for you actually, as your end up only stuck to it, not driven underneath it, where you would literally drown in mucus. Instead, you are simply trapped on the surface of it, your head the only part of you exposed. You find your breath is easier to catch, and finally, at last, safe for a moment from being crushed under hoof, or for the filly to in some way unknowingly end your life, you sigh in relief, looking around in the low light coming from outside the nose, as your eyes adjust.

About you, is a landscape of flesh, marred by what look like mountains that quiver, as the air moves around in hurricane force gales. Hairs, miles thick, stretch into the sky overhead, the dark confines of the cavern of flesh making it impossible to see their tips, unless one waves in front of the entrance. It smells terrible, considering where you are, and you realize quickly that there must be sweat dripping into her nose to create the musky scent. Thinking about that, you are lost in reverie, until the world suddenly goes much darker.

Turning to the entrance, you find a huge shape blocking the light, and for a moment, you wonder what it is, but your wonder is brought to an end as a mass like the moon itself comes inside your prison, and then you feel it land on top of you. Infinitely powerful, the mass cannot be resisted at all. You can feel your body giving into it, your legs, trying to stand, only to shatter instantly, leaving you a screaming wreck as your chest feels the pressure next, your ribs shattering into pieces that shred your organs, which squirt out your sides from the power. Finally, your skull, unable to do anything, gives in, and you are mercifully sent into darkness.
[16.12.2015 8:11:51] Star Sage: Outside, Sweetie, since no one is watching, picks her nose with her hoof, rummaging around in the nostril for the thing that she felt tickle her. She doesn’t see, as she withdraws the tiny glob of snot, a small streak of red mixed in with it all, and after she doesn’t feel anything in her nose, she shrugs, washes her hoof, and continues to make the meal for her parents and sister. They would be so proud of her, and who knew, she might get her cutie mark in cooking or the like, after all, nobody made food like her.