Author's Notes:

This is a collection of min-shorts all 500-1000 words in length, each detailing a tragic death in Equestria. Updates will come five a day with three original chapters, and two guest chapters. Should anyone wish to submit a guest chapter, PM the author or comment a link to a google doc. And yes. It will have 1000 chapters.

“Do we really have to do this in public, Pinkie?” Rainbow Dash says this as her cheeks flush with a noticeable crimson.

“Yep! Wouldn’t have it any other way, Dashie!”

“But it’s not cool! What if somepony sees us?”

“Psssh,” the pink earth pony opposite of Dash scoffs. “At night? We’ll be fine! And even if somepony sees us, would they care?”

Dash almost has an aneurysm at the implication that Pinkie doesn’t realize just how obscene this little game of theirs is. Still, she stands her ground and decides to play along with her mentally questionable friend. Worst case scenario, they get caught and Dash will never live it down. On the other hoof...

“Well, I guess not. Weirder stuff’s happened around here. And if I beat you, what do I get as a reward?”

“Free hugs?” Pinkie asks deviously. What does she really have in mind?

“Nope. Can’t be something I already get.”

“Unlimited access to my box?”

“Wait, what?” Dash’s ears perk up a bit against her will.

“My box of jumbo marshmallows, silly!”

“Ah, r-right,” Dash says uneasily, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes with a hoof. “Say, um... how does this game work again?”

Before she can get a proper answer, Pinkie suddenly flickers, her form distorting for a split second as if a hologram, and now her front hooves hold two rubber balls. With each sphere having a diameter of three inches, these balls aren’t exactly the smallest ever. In fact, some ponies might say they’re sizable balls, especially if put if gripped by a little filly or colt. Of course, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash aren’t fillies, are they.

“Ohh~! Lemme show you!” Pinkie gently puts down the spheres and turns around, with her tail facing Dash now. The cyan pegasus wonders what her friend is going to do when the realization suddenly hits her. Without warning, Pinkie’s cotton candy-like tail raises itself, exposing the mare’s puckered anus underneath. Dash leans her head back, trying to get away from the display but unable to move her legs.

“P-Pinkie! That’s so uncool!” If there are a few things in this world that Dash hates, they include magicians, mimes, ponies who smack their cheeks when they eat, having to give credit to Discord for doing anything right, and seeing her friends’ buttholes.

And God, apparently.

“Shh! It’s really easy, Dashie! All ya gotta do is first spread your cheeks, like this!” Pinkie does just that and parts her buttcheeks as she bends her hind legs, getting closer to one of the rubber balls. The cyan pegasus doesn’t know if she wants to puke up her breakfast or become slightly aroused at the demonstration. “Then you gotta concentrate and be one with the ball.” The pink mare quivers slightly as she grips the sphere with her butt, her hind legs straining to keep her balanced. At last, she straightens her legs and manages to successfully lift the ball off the grassy earth. “It’s like a pushup, but with your rump!”

“Woah... um...” Dash doesn’t know how to react. Instead her face just kind of scrunches up, and a grin slowly forms on her face. “That doesn’t look so bad, Pinks.”

“Told you! Like I said, ya gotta be one with the ball! It’s a lot more intense than it looks.”

“What’s this game called? Kinda forgot.”

“Dropball!” Pinkie yells enthusiastically as the ball falls out of her tightened buttocks with a pop sound. Dash looks down at the second rubber sphere, now a little confident that she can beat her best friend at an insane but admittedly creative challenge.

“Alright. Let’s do this!” Her nose flares up and she positions herself above the sphere, determined to show Pinkie that her butt isn’t the only one that can handle big balls. Dash bends her hind legs while trying not to fall onto the ball, which proves to be a little harder on her trained muscles than Dash expected. However, she manages to grip the round object with her rump, and Pinkie grins widely at the display.

“Not to worry you or anything, but my record for this game is six...” Pinkie nearly whispers to her friend, and Dash’s face only grows a more vibrant shade of red as she tries to keep control of the ball.

“Ahhhh!” Suddenly, Dash feels one of her hinds legs slip on the grass, and she feels her anus absorb the rubbery sphere. Now, Dash’s butthole was never exactly meant to take penetration like a champ, especially since she prefers to not have her rear end played with, so when the ball totally forces itself inside her tight butthole, she lets out an embarrassing yelp.

“Dashie! You okay?!” Pinkie runs over to her friend’s side, and Dash feels a lone trail down her burning cheek as she slowly gets off her rump.

“But... b-but...”

“Your bubble butt’s not hurt, is it?” Pinkie quickly reaches over and lifts up Dash’s tail to see the damage. Much to her surprise, though, the ball seems to have disappeared. No trace of it, which means... “Oh no. Oh no!”

“What’s wrong, Pink- Hey, wait, my butt’s not bubbly! You’re the one who has the junk in your trunk!” Dash does her best to hold back tears of pain, feeling deeply violated as the sphere rests inside her rump. Pinkie grasps Dash’s face with her hooves and nearly breaks down as well when she lets out the next few words.

“That wasn’t just any ball, Dashie...”

“W-What was it?”

“It was a Ninth Dimension Ball!” Pinkie screams up to the heavens as if the world is about to come to a fiery end.

Too bad for Dash, because she doesn’t even know what the ninth dimension is.

“Wait, wha-” Before she can finish her question, the pegasus evaporates in an abrupt and unceremonious poof, complete with comic book action bubble.