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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="An_Unexplained_Occurrence">An Unexplained Occurrence</span><a href="An_Unexplained_Occurrence#/editor/1" title="Edit section: An Unexplained Occurrence" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening your eyes, you look out across the vast expanse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unsure of what exactly is going on, you slowly stagger to your hooves, feeling a bit disoriented</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a minute to gain your senses, you begin to survey the area around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A flat plain extends into the distance, odd formations rising up into the sky that appear to be miles away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Craning your neck left and right you spot other stallions scattered about, some appearing to wake up just as you had moments ago</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Earth stallions like yourself, unicorns, and the occasional pegasus appear to be all present, although many off in the distance are just barely specks, but you can tell that they're ponies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The nearest stallions are almost a hundred meters away you figure, but you can hear them discussing in confused, slightly panicky voices</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rubbing your temple a bit you decide to head over to them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trotting along however, you begin to notice strange things about your environment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For one thing, the ground echoes oddly when your hooves clip on it. Almost reminds you of walking on a wooden floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And huge cracks in the earth extending as far as your eye can see appear the be almost uniform</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Approaching the small group of stallions, you give them a wave as you join their discussion</span><br />&quot;You guys know what's going on?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not really. I was trotting home, and next thing I know I wake up here&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was out enjoying a walk and everything just kinda went blank. I have no idea where we are, but it sure aint where I started&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trying to get your stories straight, you all eventually come to the conclusion that none of you neither know where you are or how you got there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take long for your group, three unicorns, two other earth ponies, and a hovering pegasus to head, out, attempting to find answers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you all silently walk along you can spot other small groups beginning to form in the distance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From what you can tell, there's at least a few dozen of you, that you can see at least</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pegasus zips ahead of the rest of you, as is natural. His flight will come in handy scouting out the area</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you move onwards, your flying friend eventually returns, informing the group that something lies up ahead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Continuing in the direction he came from, the object starts to come into view, appearing as some kind of berm or something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But after another minute of walking, you all pause, the curiosity lying right before you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A giant, pink rope, almost as thick as yourself lies on the ground, and with the way it coils into the distance, you estimate it to be at least half a hoofball field in length</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have no idea. Some kind of rope I guess&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all look at it in curiosity, a couple of your couple going up and touching it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While they examine it, you do notice however that it has a sweet, fruity scent wafting up from it, almost like a perfume odor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever it is, you've not seen anything like it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;G-guys?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pegasus darts back in front of the group, frantic beating of wings causing a breeze you whip your mane</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come look at this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speeding off once more someone groans, knowing that there's no time to stand around and rest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trotting along once more the pegasus hovers over some large structure, terrified look in his eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? What is it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-it's a bit&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You speak up, figuring you misheard him</span><br />&quot;A what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a bit!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He flies over, quickly snatching you up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have time to protest however, as your attention is quickly turned elsewhere</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The object that the pegasus holds you over is a gigantic coin, unmistakable for a bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tiny writing, the kind that you usually have to squint to make out, is absolutely enormous, each individual letter the size of a full grown stallion</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;This? isn't good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gently lowering you to the ground the group is already nervously conversing, almost in a panic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yourself have no idea how to react, staying in a silent stupor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The rope back there! It must have been a mane hair!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-or a tail hair&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you're saying we shrunk?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They continue to bicker, your mind well away, trying to comprehend your predicament</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If a single strand of hair and coin were that big, you must quite literally be an ant</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, you'd be smaller than most ants. You're probably barely bigger than a speck at this point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to warn all the other stallions!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Peering around once more you spot at least three other groups around the room, a couple out in the open, and one by what you now recognize to be an inconceivably large bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what good you warning them do? The only chance you have would be to find the pony who's room this is, whomever that it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bickering of the stallions beside you is cut short, everypony's ears perking up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a few seconds, but you once again distinctively hear it, and feel it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another tremor slightly shakes the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wh-what was that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nopony answers him as another tremor shakes your world</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A terrifying creaking noise hits all your ears, causing you to cover them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thunderous boom followed by another shake soon follows</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking upwards, your jaw drops, unable to comprehend the sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One by one, massive gray hooves enter the room, the four of them booming in unison</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After they enter, another set comes, and then another</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And finally, one last set</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sixteen massive hooves shake the world, three of their owners gray, the last one pink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, at least you know where that hair came from</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;The hooves' owners stride casually forward, their booming voices giggling over something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Following their legs upwards with your eyes you find them to all be earth pony mares, whether friends or sisters you cannot tell</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somepony in your group screams in terror, galloping away a short distance before freezing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A godlike hoof slowly arcs over you all, shadow blotting out the light for a quick second before it passes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another earth shattering thud is all you receive as it impacts the ground far away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Curling yourself out of the fetal position, you return your gaze skywards</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pink sky greets you, its owner obviously oblivious to your presence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who is she??&quot;</span><br />&quot;I-I don't know&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your group silently comes to the conclusion that standing under a giant mare's belly isn't the best option, and quickly begins to trot out from under her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The seven of you approach her backside, walking around her planted hoof</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Small flecks of dirt can be seen on it, obviously she had been trotting around before arriving here</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;The hoof's natural scent mixes with the perfume smell from earlier, wafting around your tiny group as you all skirt around it, causing some eyes to water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being the last one in line you flare your nostrils, taking one last whiff of the odd smelling air before exiting the mare's shadow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you find your group all staring upwards, eyes as wide as dinner plates</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Following their cue, you do the same, only to have your jaw drop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare's pink tail swishes back and forth in a casual manner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But with each pass, you all get a glimpse of beauty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her slit is clearly visible, absolutely massive puckered asshole above it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tingling feeling starts to build in your crotch, something you suspect that all your group members are already guilty of</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even at normal size you figure that this mare has quite the sizeable rump, the two pink cheeks appearing planet sized from your perspective now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somehow finding the strength to overcome your lust, you peer around the rest of the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The three gray mares stand idly about, one of the opening a giant drawer, one still giggling over something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of the other groups of tiny stallions appear to have congregated around their respective mares, obviously trying to get a view at their asses</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gust of wind snaps your head back, a feather floating into view</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pegasus has cast himself upwards</span><br />&quot;Wait!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cry falls upon deaf ears, as his ascent continues higher and higher</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon he is merely a dot in the sky, rising ever closer to the giant mare's tail</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all look on in unspoken jealously as the distant dot find its target, disappearing from view as it slips under her dock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luck pegasus bastard?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple stallions grumble, evidently miffed that they weren't able to be so close to her shapely behind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What I wouldn't give to touch that ass&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost nod in bewildered agreement, but all of your collective attention returns to the sky</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare's massive cheeks begin to lightly rock side to side, crushing up into each other, almost as if trying to scratch an itch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's she doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guess our friend found what he was looking for&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The display continues on, tail swishing once more as the mare uses her thighs to itch herself, darker genitals clearly visible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A new scent hits your nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Musk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking around, most of the stallions seemed to have popped boners, a couple beginning to stroke them with a hoof</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not going to lie, you can feel the head of yours poking through it's sheathe</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Retuning your gaze to the incredible ass above you, you figure that there's no harm in watching</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare rubs her cheeks a few more times, unaware of the show she's providing to her miniscule audience</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But all at once the mood turns from one of uncontrollable lust, to terror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pink cheeks begin to lower, mare squatting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon the land is coated in shadow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instinctively you all begin to flee, awkwardly trotting with your boners slapping your bellies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of rushing wind is comparable to a train as you dive out of the shadow, the clipping of hooves go by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flopping over onto your back you begin to pant in exhaustion, observing the scene before you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The titanic ass cheeks approach the ground at a constant velocity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two tiny stallions scream as the shadow overtakes them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In an instant one unicorn and earth pony disappear under the wall of pink, earthquake erupting as the ass impacts the floor, jiggling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jolted upwards slightly you hit the ground with a grunt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening your eyes, all you can see into the distance from side to side are a pair of murderous cheeks, forest of a tail between them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest of your now smaller group looks on in horror, nopony saying a word</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A booming voice calls out across the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, just had an itch. Don't worry though, I got it&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the gray mares speaks up in a monotone voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well come on, let's get this place clean before we go out&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pink mare raises her plot up once more, getting back to her hooves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two tiny stains on the floor are all that's left of the stallions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even want to think about what happened to the pegasus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look out!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A coupe stallions shriek, the group scattering</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare's enormous hind hoof takes a step back, coming down quickly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll onto your belly, sprinting away as quickly as possible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ground shakes again, but you don't look back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest of the stallions run off in random directions, in the distance the other groups doing the same</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon, what can be described as nothing other than chaos begins</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The four mares start to stomp around the room, picking up random objects, carrying other pieces to drawers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What any pony would do when cleaning a room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All around you stallions gallop and scream, ponies that you don't recognize frantically running by aimlessly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even know where you're going, your instincts telling you to run</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sprinting towards the open door, you figure it's your only chance at survival, though it may be miles away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple stallions seem to have the same idea, a distance in front of you as they run</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But a block sized gray hoof crushes down into the floor where they once were, no doubt smashing them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coming to a complete stop you watch in terror as the mare goes trotting by, tossing paper into a huge waste bin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reversing your course without thinking you sprint off in another direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The carnage around you continues, you yourself witnessing no less than a dozen ponies get squished</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Passing hooves claim most of them, an occasional falling object that a mare accidentally dropped getting one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your frantic flight continues you watch a group of three make their way to a huge dresser, attempting to seek shelter under it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An earthquake rocks the room as a gray wall obliterates them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the mares innocently flopped on her belly to reach something under the dresser, furry stomach eliminating the stallions unknowingly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure how long you fled in terror, but soon the sounds as screaming stallions are drown out one by one, hoofsteps silencing them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Covered in slick sweat you stop, panting as you attempt to catch your breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;L-look out! Run!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tiredly look over, the last stallion in sight sprinting by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The unicorn heaves as he runs, obviously as exhausted as you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking up, an inconceivably large, gray ass lowers towards the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is whimper at its merciless descent, no longer finding the energy to flee</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon the cheeks of the plot make contact with the ground, burying the unicorn a short distance away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But somehow, you remain unflattened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it soon becomes obvious why</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gigantic tail flicks over you, cheeks surrounding your tiny body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've ended up in her crack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing your eyes, you accept your fate, the first strands of pubic tuft passing by, tickling you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fraction of a second later, a crushing weight pins you to the floor, your back pressed against the hard wood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you lay there, a musty scent begins to overtake you, eyes beginning to water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd gag if your muzzle wasn't squished directly into wrinkly, warm flesh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to lay there, the mare adjusting her butt slightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A faint pop can be heard under her left cheek, signifying the end of the unicorn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your more durable earth pony physic must have been your savior</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Continuing to lay there, you feel like you're about to go mad</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;The combination of her heavy scent and the crushing pressure cause you to squirm to no avail</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're hopelessly trapped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you lay there, the overbearing scent that overtakes your nostrils seems to trigger something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without warning your crotch tingles once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a muffled moan, your cocks slides out of its sheathe, poking into the warm flesh as it becomes painfully erect in seconds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first you just lay there, unsure of what to do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But instinct swiftly takes over, your hips beginning to slowly pump</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although you can barely move under the crushing weight, you're quickly humping away like a mad stallion, unable to control yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Balls swaying, your thrusts increase in speed, all thoughts leaving your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With one final thrust you feel the tip of your cock spurt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfazed you get in a few more good humps, white rope coating the flesh above you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rubbing your blown load around with your tip a bit you finally collapse, huffing heavily, although you remain smothered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Panting, you merely lay there, cock still twitching as is deflates</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts of ecstasy instantly turn to fear as you're grinded harder into the floor, body aching �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you think it's the end however, your stomach lurches, body feeling like its being lifted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although it takes a bit of effort you finally pull your muzzle out of the slightly sweaty flesh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fresh air quickly returns, which you greedily breathe</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as it started, the rising feeling subsides</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking to your left and right all you can make out are monolithic gray ass cheeks to either side of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking for a moment, you begin to tremble, knowing exactly where you are</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body remains stuck right to her gigantic anus, the sweat sticking you to it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Struggle as you might, you can do nothing more than pull your muzzle slightly out of the wrinkled flesh, the musky smelling hole encompassing your entire vision</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are essentially nothing more than a speck smushed in the center of her puckered ring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, we're doing to be late&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear the crashing of hooves in the distance, clipping as they exit the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An emotionless voice replies, somewhat muffled due to your position</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be there, just have to put on my frock&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body feels as though it raises and drops in altitude again as the mare positions herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear her fur rubbing against something that she begins to pull up over her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure how it's possible, but your world becomes darker</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking up, a sheet of dark fabric slips right over her massive dock above you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A second later, you're squished tightly back into her warm plothole, musty scent soon all that you can breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a final snap the fabric holds you firmly in place, making movement impossible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, I'm coming&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel her body turn around, massive hooves thundering as she does so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trying in vain to struggle against the oppressive anus, you eventually relax as the door behind her closes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Conceding, you lay there, pinned in place, unsure of your fate</span></div></div>




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