Story Summary: Three pony friends head to the human world for a very special vacation, involving lots of love, cuddles, and sex, with their little human friends to help.

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Tags: Anal, Cock, Draft, Earth, Equine, Glans, Horse, Insertion, Little, Macro, Mare, Masturbation, Micro, MLP, Musk, My, Pegasi, Pegasus, Penis, Pony, Rubbing, Stallion, Thoroughbred, Toys, Trains, Unicorn, Vaginal, Vore

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“And we’re sure the humans are OK with this?” Dew Drop asked.

Black Jack looked down at him, nodded, and resumed his casual trot. Of the three ponies, Jack was by far the largest. An earth pony, a draft horse specifically, he was absolutely massive. Although of average size for a unicorn, compared to Black Jack, he was practically a child. Mai was the smallest of the trio, though fairly close to Dew Drop in terms of size and girth. She was a pegasus and lounging comfortably on Black Jack’s broad back with her wings stretched down his sides.

“Apparently they get off on this sort of thing. Sort of like Big B does,” Mai said.

Jack stretched his head behind him and nipped one of Mai’s wings. Turning his head, he dragged her off his back and in front of him, before plopping her to the ground. “You can walk,” he muttered, before stepping over her and resuming his casual trot. Perhaps just to mock him, Mai flapped her wings and took to the air, fluttering roughly eye level with the black stallion.

“I just don’t get it,” Dew Drop said softly. “I mean, we go in, muck up the place, leave, and… they’re OK with it?”

“It’s not that simple,” Jack said. “Among other things, we don’t just leave. We help them rebuild and all that. We help them with other things too, and they come to Equestria to help us. I’ve been working overtime the past week at their mines, helping them excavate. Plus, like Mai said, some of them really seem to enjoy this. It’s some sort of tourism thing. Rebuilding their cities, and the influx of people into whatever state is selected, seems to be a real boon to their economy.” Black Jack chuckled deeply. “That put you at ease at all?”

“I just remember when I was the small one with Jane,” Dew Drop whimpered, a cute red blush on his muzzle.

“Did you not like it?” Mai asked.

An even deeper red flushed across his snout. He actually stopped walking, but Jack and Mai waited patiently for him to come along.

“Dewey, if you don’t think you’re up for this, you can sit this one out,” Jack said.

“Yeah, more humans for me!” Mai giggled. The giggles came to an abrupt stop as Black Jack glared at her.

“No, no,” Dew Drop said meekly. “I… I’m kind of curious what it will be like… being the big one. I mean, Jane shrinks down all the time, but I can never really see her as small, even when she is… you know? To have little fellas genuinely small…”

Mai fluttered down to stand beside Dew Drop, and gave him a little bump with her flank. Despite being far smaller than him, she almost knocked him over.

“So, uhm,” Mai started. “What exactly can we expect? You’ve spent time among the humans, haven’t you, Jack?”

“The city we will be in is a lot like Canterlot. Smells a bit different, and everything is a lot smaller, but it’s not that strange, all and all. Some of their structures have adapted architecture from us, too. All the humans in the city are there of their own volition. We have reinforced their structures to endure the games, and Princess Luna has cast a fortification spell on the population. Regardless, we have to be extremely careful. You both understand?”

“Yes, dad,” Mai muttered. Dew Drop simply nodded.

“Mai, you have to be careful.”

The red pegasus stopped and stared at the black pony. She sighed. “I hope you have more faith in me than that. You did invite me along, after all.”

“Just be careful Mai. If you lose control for even a moment, it won’t be pretty.”

The portal between Equestria and the world of the humans was located deep in the Celestial Savannah. The location had been selected for its arid climate and lack of wildlife. If a portal was opened in the Everfree Forest, after all, it would be next to impossible to stop everything from going through. Things as large as manticores or as small as a rabbit could do copious damage to the human world if they managed to slip through the portal. Two royal guards stood at the edges of the portal, which appeared to be nothing more than an oval of black in the middle of the desert. Reaching into his saddle bag, Black Jack produced the appropriate paperwork for passage. Without changing expression, the guard bowed his head, allowing the three ponies to pass.

Black Jack went first. He didn’t stomp his way to the front or tug the other two back. Both Mai and Dew Drop were nervously shifting hoof to hoof, staring at the ebony portal. Chuckling, Black Jack walked, and disappeared.

“You next,” the guard said, tipping his head to Dew Drop.

“Mares first,” Dew Drop said, taking a hesitant step back.

Rolling her crimson eyes, Mai Valentine trotted towards the portal. She paused as her face was a mere inch from the black sheen, prompting the guard to “gently” tap her on the rump. Her scream was cut off as she disappeared into the shimmering black.

“You’re last, kid.”

“I-is it safe?” Dew Drop asked.

Clearly annoyed, the royal guard trotted behind Dew Drop, and placed his head beneath the small unicorn’s tail. With a sudden thrust, Dew Drop was tumbling into the inky black of the portal’s rim.

Much to Dew Drop’s surprise, there was no “dead space” during the jump. One moment he was in Equestria, and the next he was… for more than a few moments, he believed he was still in Equestria, and the portal had somehow failed. He was standing on sand, after all, just as he had been before, and Black Jack and Mai were right beside him. The scents were the first indication he was somewhere new. Everything other than his pony friends smelled subtly different than Equestria. The sun up above felt different on his fur. He opened his eyes slowly, though quickly closed them. The sun hurt.

“You OK?” Jack asked. Gently biting the unicorn’s nape, Jack hoisted the little fella to his hooves. Mai was on the verge of tipping over as well, but Jack stepped beside her so she could prop against him. “Both of you; breathe through your nose.”

With a shake of his head, Dew Drop managed to regain his balance. Squinting, he gave his eyes time to adjust to the new sun. “The city is this way,” Black Jack said. “Come on. The days don’t last as long as they do in Equestria. Dewey, do you want to ride on my back?”

“It’s alright,” Dew Drop said. “Just… a bit strange to be here. In a whole new world.”

Black Jack chuckled deeply. “Yeah, I remember my first time.”

The walk to the city that would serve as the three ponies’ playground was quiet and slow. Even Mai, who usually could never stop talking, was trotting nervously over the sands. The fact that she wasn’t flying was almost unnerving for her two stallion company.

“Every so often, look down,” Black Jack ordered. “Sometimes you might find a straggler or a little kid playing far from home. You don’t want to step on them.”

“What do they look like?” Mai asked. “The humans. What do they look like?”

“They’re about the size of large bugs. The tallest ones can almost reach my fetlock shag. They come in all sorts of colors, but they’re mostly hairless, so they wear clothes almost all the time, instead of only on special occasions. If you get one real close to you, they’re actually pretty cute, in an ugly sort of way. We probably look pretty ugly to them too. They drive in little wagons, and they have trains, and planes, which can fly. The trains especially are a lot of fun.”

“I didn’t think you had ever done this before,” Mai giggled.

“When I was digging out a quarry for them, some interesting stuff happened accidentally…”

Something glinted in Dew Drop’s eye, and he stopped walking. Squinting as best he could, off in the distance he saw a series of boxy silhouettes. “That it?” he asked.

Black Jack squinted as well. He smiled wide, nodding quickly. “Don’t run,” he muttered, either to the other two or himself. “Remember, these are little creatures. Our gallop will cause an earthquake. Mai, no flying. Just think about the size of your wings and the breeze you would cause.”

Practically bursting with excitement, the three ponies trotted towards the city, which was gradually taking shape. Jack was right. In an odd way, it almost resembled a miniature Canterlot, with tall (relatively speaking) buildings stretching high, and lots of bustling and hustling about. The city was certainly noisy. As they drew closer and closer, the sounds of the city intrigued Mai to no end, and she tried fluttering to the air. Black Jack caught her by the tail, and rolling his eyes, pulled her back down. Even at a distance, there were lots of horns, lots of sirens, wails, screams, and strange rumbling noises that sounded like a dragon’s roar. In the sky were odd shapes. For a moment, Mai thought they were more pegasi, but by the static movement of their wings, she guessed it was one of the “planes” Jack had mentioned.

“Remember,” Jack said, one final time. “The most important thing is to watch where you step. Be gentle with them. Their little wagons and trains are strong enough to endure some light teasing, but their bodies won’t hold up, magic or not.”

Mai nodded, before trotting off to the left side of the city. Dew Drop nodded, heading for the right. Jack went straight, entering the city from between two of the tall, towering buildings and stepping onto the street. There was something about human architecture that fascinated him to no end. He almost wished, just once, he could be as small as they were, so he could truly marvel at the towers and castles they had built. The fact they had built so high without the aid of magic was nothing short of awe inspiring. Humans had an odd aversion to magic. He was aware that Princess Sparkle had offered to use magic to build their buildings, but the humans had politely declined the offer, which was actually a testament of their savvy as far as Jack was concerned. After all, it wasn’t clear how explicit magic would impact this world. Jack could agree with their sentiment, their dislike of magic. An earth pony, he preferred the natural touch.

Watching where he placed his massive green hooves, he walked through the city, simply enjoying being surrounded by the buildings. The shine of a particularly large tower caught his attention, and carefully he trotted before it. Covered in polished windows, the tower was practically a mirror of his own size, and he smiled to himself, enjoying his reflection. He had cleaned up especially nice for this occasion. Rarely even bothering to brush his mane, he had to admit, he looked pretty good.

Black Jack leaned closer, smiling to show his teeth, and suddenly the reflective sheen gave way to a thousand little human faces. In shock, Jack leaned back, and the reflective sheen returned. Chuckling deeply, he leaned forward again, turning his head slightly to the side to see better. The reflective sheen yielded to the inside of the building, and he saw all the little human faces pressed up against the glass, staring at him. Their little eyes were wide open, their mouths agape. Not really sure what to do, he carefully balanced on three legs and waved at them with one of his hooves. Cutely, a few of the humans managed to wave back.

There were more tinies at his hooves. Jack had helped build their little cities. He wouldn’t be surprised if some of them had seen him before, excavating a mine, demolishing a mountain into flat land, building a foundation. Taking several careful steps back, he checked beneath him, before lowering onto his belly. From out of the tower before him, a steady stream of humans were coming forth, eager for a closer look at the giant draft horse.

 “It’s alright,” Jack said, making sure to talk slow and soft for their tiny ears. The gust of his breath alone could send the humans flying if he wasn’t careful. Black Jack closed his eyes and lowered his snout so he was nearly touching the ground. He felt the soft touch of little furless hands over his sensitive lips, over his chin, over his cheeks, as they carefully petted and stroked his surprisingly soft fur.

Jack’s eyes opened suddenly. A gushing snort surged out of his nostrils, sending several of the humans tumbling over the ground. He gave an empathetic look to the tinies; skimming them to be sure none of them were hurt too badly. Standing slowly, several shudders ran through his massive ebony body. The on looking humans were probably baffled, perhaps even frightened. It was probably like watching a living, breathing earthquake hovering above them. Those standing at Jack’s sides, who could peek beneath the great body, perhaps noticed a subtle lance of green pressing out from between his muscular black thighs. A wave of musk began to roll out from his tingling sheath, no doubt bathing the little creatures in thick, but breathable, air.

“S-sorry,” Jack muttered softly, trying to use one of his muscular legs to block the advancing girth. The brush of his smooth, soft fur against his tingling flesh only made him harder, as did the devious thought that all the little human eyes were on him. More than once, he had gotten flustered when excavating or laying a foundation for human settlements, having all the little eyes gazing up at him with marvel. Despite being massive compared to other ponies, Jack’s dull coloration and quiet nature usually kept him from being noticed. Now, with the captive audience of the city, all eyes on him…

Ponies had few reservations about sex. Although Jack knew that humans had quite a few hang ups about it, they were in this city, so they knew what they were getting into. And they weren’t exactly clawing over themselves, trying to get away from the massive draft horse who was slowly rising to his full size. His great green erection swung between his thick, powerful legs. Occasionally a splash of white dribbled out of the erection and splatted onto the street. He checked behind him, making sure that the street behind him was empty, before turning in a tight circle and planting his hooves down. There were plenty of humans on the street behind him, but he thought about those in the tower, perhaps too frightened to venture forth but intrigued nonetheless... Smiling to himself, he decided to give them a bit of the show. He lifted his tail, displaying his absolutely enormous backside to the reflective sheen of the windows. Looking behind him, it was quite a sight. The day was bright, and the reflection from the tower’s windows illuminated his backside in a pleasant way. Housed between the two glutes was a crack of leather skin, slightly blacker than his furry cheeks. At the very center was his vent, still glistening from the gel he had applied earlier in the day in preparation for this.

Careful as he could, he touched his large rump to the building. The thin covering of fur did nothing to protect him from the feel of the warm glass covering. He felt both a shudder and a giggle rise out of him as he weighed his rump cheeks back, feeling the glass start to crack beneath his sensitive buttocks. Swaying his head down, he looked beneath his rear legs and at all the little humans. The group between his hooves had grown larger, as humans were coming out of the building’s main exit. He doubted they were actually afraid as they remained beneath him, utterly transfixed at the monolithic erection that jutted out from between the obelisks of his thighs. Weighing back, the glass shattered more, and little tingles of broken glass on his heavy buttocks made him chuckle. He began to rub the building, drawing a little circle in the glass with his black fuzz. The glass was surprisingly warm from baking in the sun, and occasionally, his testicles brushed against the heat, making his massive body shudder.

Rolling forward on his hooves, he looked behind him. Hundreds of faces were pressed against the windows, staring at the display, which made Black Jack blushed just a bit. Keeping his tail out of the way, so his large crack was on display, he began to awkwardly shuffle, his penis spraying white onto the buildings that flanked him. He was painfully hard, and yet there was a certain thrill in depriving himself a proper release. Walking was far from easy though. Even the smallest movements caused his erection to twitch and flop, and it was increasingly difficult to keep his steps steady.

Turning a corner, and spying an elevated railway that ran through the city, an idea to sate the painful lust formed in Jack’s mind. He approached the railway carefully, his pudgy body swaying and shuffling. His midriff rubbed against buildings if he ever failed to suck a deep enough breath. He was happy when he finally reached the railway, for it was surrounded by smaller buildings that didn’t reach high enough to squeeze him. Jack checked both directions, making sure a train was not speeding along. Confident he had time; he placed a large fore hoof on the tracks and applied pressure. It took a minuscule shift in his weight to utterly demolish the spot of track beneath him. Bending the track up, so it still aimed straight, he demolished the rest of the track until there was enough room for him to stand in front of it. Jack aimed carefully and backed up until he felt the soft poking of the metal tracks against his large, sensitive buttocks. Adjusting, he felt the cool metal slide between the heavy glutes, and the sharpness of the track’s end poking against his wrinkled anus. With a deep breath, he loosened his pucker enough to slide back. Although the ring clenched upon the tracks, he hoped they weren’t bent to the point the train couldn’t come.

The roofs of the squat buildings that surrounded him gradually filled with tiny humans. They gawked at the huge black body that had replaced the sky, and the grand erection that was swaying between his legs. There were no buildings right beneath his cock, which was fortunate, since it would have been demolished by the globs of anticipation pre that were spurting out of him. Rolls of equine musk filled the area, and though some humans found it hard to breath, they remained there, staring at the epic spectacle.

Faintly, he heard the horn of a train, and the tracks that were inside him began to rumble. He did not look back, nor try to guess the speeding train’s location by the sounds it made. The teasing mystery only heightened the lust of the game. Already breathing heavy, a loud neigh rippled out of his throat as the speeding train rammed right into his anus. He had guessed his positioning well, and the speed the train had been going caused half the first carriage to shove into his slick insides. The pleasure that surged through him almost made him collapse forward, but he managed to brace his hooves and keep himself propped up. The train was still churning and struggling to go forward, to enter the ring that had instinctively clenched tight from the stimulation. Looking back, and carefully swaying his rump just a little to the side, he could see the shining metal snake still stretching over the track. Nine carriages, he guessed. Panting softly, he focused on squeezing the metal frame with his powerful anal muscles and was delighted it did not bend or break. Rolling his powerful anal muscles forward, he began to drag the train into his spiraling bowels.

The passengers inside the train watched as the city vista gradually yielded to the black cheeks of the massive draft horse. The powerful locomotive’s engine continued pushing forward, but was no match for the pony, who was taking his time sucking the pleasing bulk deeper and deeper. With a sputter and groan, the engines of the train finally burned themselves out. The train was left at the mercy of the horse’s rhythmic clenches. The lubricated flesh of his anus slapped wetly upon the frame, smearing glistening cream against the windows, just before the window was pulled into the pitch black insides. The only source of light was what shined down from the bulbs on the train’s ceiling. Jack’s tugs were patient though, and surprisingly gentle to the point the passengers inside were rarely tossed about. Aside from a few gripping their seats or holding hands, they remained oddly tranquil as more and more of the train was enveloped in the consuming black, and the sounds of outside succumb to the wet slosh of skin on metal and the noises of equine body.

Black Jack’s head hung low. There seemed to be no end of the bulk filling him in such a pleasant way. The metal was cool against his hot insides, and occasionally, one of the windows broke. Although his skin was far too thick to be cut, it provided pleasant tingles inside him, and only added to the hazy lust. Curving his head around his long body, he could just see the last silver car of the train starkly against his black buttocks and draping green tail. Biting his lip, and clenching hard, he slurped the metal snake inside in one smooth motion. With nothing to keep it open, his anus clenched hard. The train was sealed in black airlessness for several moments. The lights of the train began to flicker and die, and some humans panicked what fate awaited them. Closing his large eyes, Black Jack opened his anus wide and allowed a gush of fresh air and light to rush inside.

“Don’t worry, little fellas,” Jack said dreamily. “I’ll let you guys out in just a bit. For now though, you all feel way too good.”

Every step shifted the cylinder in his ass, making the great draft horse shudder and moan quite loud. It was probably a rough ride for those on the train, but buckled safely as they were, he doubted they would have more than a few cuts and bruises at the end of the day. Still, he tried to be careful with his rump full, and he had to admit, a few of his sashays and shudders weren’t entirely needed. It was just so rare he got to feel a pleasure back there. Most male ponies couldn’t even reach his hindquarters, let alone fill him with a pleasant bulk. His penis was swaying and slapping against his thigh with each step, and raining white goo onto the street.

His eyes fell to a squat building at the end of the street. By the look of it, it was some sort of theatre. Jack had seen them when he went to Canterlot the prior winter. Lowering his head to the ground, he placed a large, green eye at the doorway and peered through the glass. The building was absolutely chock full of little tinies. Although he growled, it wasn’t anger directed at them, just frustration that he would have to wait to finally relieve his lust. Still, he would no doubt slaughter those inside if he did what he was planning, so placing a hoof on the roof of the building, he gave it the smallest of shakes.

“H-hey… little guys,” he said, biting his lip. “Could you all please get out of there?”

Bouncing eagerly from hoof to hoof, he watched the doors closely. Humans slowly began to file out, one by one. Although all the humans were in the city willingly, they had paid for the chance to be here even, some must have still been nervous about the whole affair. If any looked up, they saw a pleasant smile on the black draft horse.

“Shhh, shhh,” he said softly. “I’m not going to hurt any of you, I promise. In fact, this is to keep you all safe. You can stand around me, if you like. You might even enjoy the show.”

When the last of the humans seemed to be out of the little theatre, Black Jack planted his enormous rump in the street. He was so heavy; his glutes sank well into the concrete. Looking at his side, he looked at the adorable humans, all staring at the mountainous draft horse, who let out a quaking chuckle. “Be careful if you get too close,” he said softly. “I’ll try not to hump too hard, but… just be careful. You guys aren’t even as big as my cutie mark.” Leaning far to his side, he spotted a human dressed in blue. He had been the last one to leave the theatre, herding the others out like a shepherd would his flock, so Jack assumed he was some sort of leader or authority figure. “Area clear?” Jack asked. The human made an affirmative gesture.

Scooting over the street, Black Jack pressed the green glans of his engorged erection against the doors of the theatre. The cool glass instantly made him shudder. Applying just a smidge more weight, the glass shattered, and though his skin was far too thick to be cut, it gave him pleasant scratches on his flesh. Wrapping his legs carefully around the boxy building, Jack bounced forward and pushed his cock into the building. Desks, chairs, or walls that stood against the enormous glans turned to dust instantly, providing only the briefest tickle to his aching cock. Leaning forward, Jack hugged the building and began to hump softly, gently. The train was still rumbling and slapping against his bowel walls with each movement he made. Occasionally, he looked down at the humans on the street. Something about all eyes on him only heightened the lustful thrill that was rippling through him. His testicles scraped softly against the street, or pressed against the front of the building. Wave after wave of musk rolled out of his crotch and smothered the tinies that surrounded him.

Jack tilted his head back as he hit his peak. A long, rumbling sigh slipped out of his deep chest. His black testicles contracted, and his anal walls clenched down on the train shoved pleasantly inside him. His green erection bulged even larger, and a splash of white gushed out. Hugging the building tighter, he rolled back and forth on his buttocks, humping through walls, chairs, and concession stands. The splinters and glass cut cute tickles in his stretched skin. Another blob ruptured out and splashed inside the building. He was hugging it so tight, gashes were forming in the building’s façade, and white was oozing out of the cracks. His belly, inflating with each breath, smashed the front of the building. A hole broke in the back and a river of white seed suddenly rushed forward, certainly surprising those behind it.

Leaning forward, Jack sighed and set his head down on the roof. His erection was still spurting, and cum was rushing out of the building from the dozens of cracks. Carefully planting his fore hooves into the ground, he tilted back and let out a long sigh. He looked down at his little audience, still surrounding him, and smiled. Little eyes were open and mouths were agape. It was flattering in an odd way.

Scooting back, Jack shooed the humans with a few waves of his hooves. In a great mass, they backed away, and Black Jack lay down on the now empty street, propping his head up on one of his hooves. “Good huh?” he asked.

Most remained rooted to the spot, but a few managed to scurry away. In pairs, or even trios, they disappeared into surrounding buildings and houses. What they did, Jack could guess. Looking over his shoulder, down his thick body, and to his flanks, he suddenly remembered the train still firmly inside him. He flexed his tight anus, giving the humans inside a breath of fresh air and glimmer of sunlight. If he kept the train inside him, he would be hard again in a matter of minutes, and he wanted a clear head if he was going to be moving around the city. Focusing his head, he began to push the train out of his massive anus, squeezing and rolling the bulky metal cylinder out of him. Much to his surprise, wave after wave of pleasure shuddered down his spine as the cracked windows or metal frame brushed his tingling right. Breathing heavy, he had to set his head down, eyes bulged wide right before the humans. And he thought bringing it in had felt good…

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While Jack was accustomed to being among the tinies, Mai wasn’t, and had spent her first minutes in the city simply marveling at it all. Everything about the buildings and people and the vehicles fascinated her to no end. She chased little cars as they sped down streets, or sat down on a bridge and let the humans draw close and touch her. She touched them back, giggling at their warm feel against her soft, cherry smelling hooves. Walking along, drawing a little crowd, she always kept a distant sports stadium in her line of sight, and knew that her game would eventually take her there. Finally arriving, she took to the sky and fluttered over the walls, which were tall, even for her.

To her great surprise, the stadium already had quite an audience. She wondered what they were doing there, until she noticed a very large screen that dominated a large section of the stadium, and she saw an aerial view of herself. Fluttering down into the center field, she inched closer to the screen, baffled by it, until she looked over her shoulder and saw some little flying machine had been following her. It resembled a giant dragon fly, to some extent, having a large center body with wings at the top. Mai’s eyes brightened suddenly.

“Oh, awesome!” she practically shouted. “This is like your version of magic, huh? You guys can show what the bug is seeing? Damn, that’s cool!” Her eyes narrowed, and a devious grin spread across her lips. “Say… little bug, come down here, will ya?”

Mai lifted her hoof off the ground and held it out in front of her face. The bug stayed hovering in the air for a few moments, but soon was fluttering down, and could just balance on the flat, crimson platform. Mai had enough sense to guess the spinning wings of the bug could prove dangerous, and waited patiently for them to slow. She inched a little closer, massive red eye focusing. She giggled, seeing a pair of little humans behind the bug’s large eyes. “By the sun, you little guys are awesome. And cute. Not really ugly like Big B said.” Gazing over her shoulder, Mai looked to the large screen, giggling at the view of herself. “Well, everyone came here for a show, huh? May as well give y’all what ya want.”

Laying on her back, and resting her head against one of the padded walls of the field, she set the large mechanical bug down on her upper chest. The bug’s large eyes were quite close to her mouth, enough that her steaming breath fogged the windows. “Either of you want to get out, do it now, or you’re gonna stay for the whole ride.”

The side of the mechanical bug opened, and one of the little humans leapt out and onto Mai’s breast. Although a subtle feel, the human’s tiny feet squishing into the red padding was a cute tickle. Mai inflated her chest, and with the ground shifting, the human ended up falling and tumbling cutely. Before he slid over the side of her body and perhaps had a painful encounter with the grassy ground, Mai moved her hoof and caught the little creature with her soft pad. “There you go,” she said softly, setting the human down in an empty spot of the bleachers.

“You little fella,” Mai said, turning to the bug’s pilot, still inside the metal contraption. “You must be the brave one, huh? You remind me of someone I know back on Cloudsdale. Little fella, you got a horn in there, or something? Something that will help us communicate, I mean.”

Although there didn’t seem to be a horn, a light flickered on and off in four second intervals. Mai smiled.

“Alright, flicker twice for yes, once for no, you got that?”

The light flickered twice.

“So, this bug thing, it’s not alive, right? It’s like a flying train? A robot?”

The light flickered twice.

“Fabulous! I’d feel really bad about this otherwise.”

Sandwiching one of the robot’s wings between her hooves, she effortlessly snapped it off the main frame. A sigh of relief escaped her as no blood spurted out of the open wound. She snapped the other wing off without fear. The vehicle had a very smooth shape now that the wings were gone, perfect for what Mai had planned. She stretched a little fuller in the field, letting her rear hooves hang over the side and settle in the surrounding seats. She hoped the little human audience would deduce what to do with the large, supple, cherry smelling walls now in their midst. For now though, she had the flying machine to think about.

Leaning forward, she placed the smooth shape between her spread legs. Looking to the screen before her, she found herself staring at her own nethers on full display. If it was possible, her cheeks blushed even redder than they normally were.  Although ponies had few reservations about nudity or sex, as she looked around the stadium, it seemed every single human was staring at the screen. Clearing her throat drew the attention of a few of the tinies. As best she could, she wiggled her hooves. “Feel free to give those a nice rub,” she said softly, “while I get down to business.”

Gripping the flying machine between two hooves, she eased it forward until she could feel the cool, smooth metal nose against her steaming nethers. Rather than watch what she was doing, she remained staring at the screen, quite enjoying the sight as her vertical lips grew steadily larger. The tingle of coolness made her shudder and her pink muscles contract. The picture on the screen flickered, and for a moment, Mai was afraid she would somehow damage the magic, but the picture returned after a moment. She had a feeling she would have to thank the pilot later, but for now, she continued pressing the bulk gingerly against her vagina. On the screen, she could see her lips rub and smear against the frame. White began to ooze and slick against the sides, slightly distorting the picture. She pulled the helicopter out, wiped it on her inner thigh, and pressing it.

“Oh this is too cool,” she giggled.

Most of the audience was understandably transfixed by what was being shown on the screen, but a few approached the monolithic hooves that were casually resting in the seats. Eyes focused on the screen and the smooth bulk in her nethers, Mai was surprised at the feel of little hands on her soft hooves. If the suppleness of the red walls surprised the humans, they didn’t allow their surprise stop them from rubbing, massaging, and hugging them. Their little touches were delightful. Mai wiggled her hooves cutely, trying to send the message that they were doing good. Delicate touches and points of wetness could be felt, and she wondered if anyone was kissing her hooves. Or… perhaps doing certain other things…

Turning her attention back to the flying machine, she pressed it softly. The light remained on, shining bright and illuminating the glistening pink walls of the vagina. With the display of the screen, she could watch as the tightly clenched muscles yielded, and the smooth frame of the flying machine snuggly slipped ever deeper inside her. Giving it one final touch with the tip of her hoof, she leaned back and set her forelegs at her sides. Closing her eyes, she focused her head on squeezing the flying machine, slurping it deeper and deeper inside her.

The rubbing continued on her hooves. She lifted her left leg into the air, looking at the seats, and saw a group of perhaps twenty or thirty humans had been tending to her. Easing her hooves back down, she presented the great red wall to the attentive hands, and started to hum her approval. “This feels pretty good,” she said softly.

Mai tried not to jump when she felt the flying machine slurp deeper inside her, touching a spot that only Black Jack had ever reached before. She sat up slightly, biting her lip, and looked down between her thick, muscular thighs. Against the red thighs and green grass beneath her, she could just see the black tail end of the flying machine sticking out of the heavy lips. Although she longed to feel the bulk deeper, if it sank any more, it might be lost forever, and then what would happen to the poor pilot? Sitting up slowly, she squeezed the tail end between her fore hooves, making sure she had a good grip. Leaning forward as she was, she could also look down at the adorable little humans diligently rubbing her hooves.

Mai lifted a hoof, gesturing for them to stop. The humans had adorably sad faces. Some were in various stages of undress, missing shirts, missing pants even. “Come down here,” Mai said softly, patting the grass just before her. Returning her hooves to the tail of the flying machine, she waited patiently as the more athletic humans climbed over the edge of the seating area and plopped onto the field. Not all of them came down. Some were probably too frightened, or too weak, but rather quickly she had a nice group of ten or twenty tinies all before her. She bent her legs and brought her crimson hooves forward, gently corralling the group between the supple walls. One of the humans screamed. She could not tell which one, but quickly moved her hooves farther apart and leaned forward.

“Hush, hush.” Her voice was kind and gentle, her breath a pleasant cloud of heat, especially for those who had stripped down to only their underwear. “I’ve done this plenty of times with little ponies. If anyone wants out now, go right ahead, but I promise, I won’t hurt you.”

To her great delight, none of the group fled. “Let’s try this again,” she giggled. Her hooves once again flanked the little creatures and she eased them closer and closer. Some of the humans moved forward and lifted their hands, pressing into the yielding walls and already starting to rub, despite effortlessly being pushed back. Mai breathed heavy at the little touches of affection, and continued bringing her hooves closer together. All of the humans began to play, softly rubbing and pressing into the walls of red, even as she gently closed them together, sealing the little humans against the supple weights and robbing them of light. Even with no room to move or rub against her hooves, just their weight against the yielding surface was nothing sort of delightful for the giant mare. They tickled just a little, and she softly applied pressure or eased it off, giving the humans a rush of fresh air before once more sealing them between the warmth.

Gripping the flying machine by the tail with her fore hooves, she began to wiggle and squirm it. Although it was as long as Black Jack’s penis, it was not nearly as wide, and that gave it more wiggle room. Her walls slapped and squeezed the cool metal, but she made sure not to squeeze too hard, lest the machine flatten completely and the little human inside be turned to paste. Besides, there was a certain tingle that came with depriving herself one good clench that would end this game. She wiggled her hips, grinding her tail hole down, and receiving just a hint of relief from the tickly grass. Remembering the screen, globs of pearly white was bathing the helicopter almost completely.

A shudder ruptured through the great mare. Her wings spread out at her sides, locking into place, and casting a shadow upon those still seated. She twisted the flying machine to the left suddenly, smashing the frame into her clenching walls and accidentally snapping the tail off. She cared little, however, as she hit her pleasant climax, and felt the lustful flood that had been stored deep inside released. Her muscles were squeezing and clenching the helicopter gently. Love juice was washing out from the embrace, onto the grass and her thighs. The tip of the flying machine peeked out from her innards, pushed by her muscles and the pent up river. The cracked windows were suddenly exposed to the open air, most likely giving the poor pilot something to breath. Realizing she was squeezing her hooves together, she quickly spread her legs. Those humans gasped for fresh air, only to find the scent of Mai’s lust absolutely smothering.

Mai continued gushing cream, letting rolls and rolls of white lust spread over the grass. “Oh, praise the sun,” she whined, eyes screwed shut.

She fell back, head crashing into an empty spot of the seats. Her legs stretched out, her hooves once more resting a little high off the ground. Her slender chest panted heavily, inflating and deflating in rhythm with her pounding heart. “Praise the sun,” she said again.

She felt little touches on her chest, like raindrops dancing over her. Opening one of her large eyes, she saw a brave little human had climbed her chest and was standing on her belly. Sitting up slowly, she looked at the group between her thighs. Most were dumbly standing there, while a few were prying the doors of the flying machine open. It took three men to carry the pilot out, and a wave of terror swept through Mai, until she saw the pilot walking on his own two feet. Although he needed help, he was alive, most likely simply tuckered out and a little light headed.

Scooting back on her rump, she leaned over the group of humans, smiling wide. “Thank you all so, so much,” she said softly, before leaning back and closing her eyes, intent on just taking a little nap. “I don’t care what games you wanna play,” she giggled to her new friends. “Just try not to wake me.”

XXX

The park was where Dew Drop had settled, a spot far from his two pony friends. Dew Drop was accustomed to being out of the way and unnoticed, and although he was intrigued about the human world, he lost his nerve when he first saw the adorable little creatures. He had occupied his time playing with the pond that the park had been built around. As the blue water drop on his flank might imply, Dew Drop had a certain affinity for water, and using his magic, he had lifted great blobs of it out of the pond and let them float about the air.

His nostrils twitched. Dew Drop had been so occupied with the water, he had failed to notice he had his own little assembly of admirers. Allowing the held water to return to the pond, he got up, assuming the humans wanted the park to themselves, but one of the humans shouted. The little creature’s voice was too faint for Dew Drop to understand, but he looked close to him. Using hand gestures, Dew Drop deduced the human wanted him to pick up the water again. Dew Drop smiled softly. “You guys like that?” he asked.

His horn glowed with blue magic as he gathered another glob from the pond. Lifting it so it hovered over the group of humans, he split the massive blob into two smaller ones. Little hands reached up and touched the shimmering orb. Perhaps they were curious if, like a pierced balloon, the shimmer would explode at the smallest touch. Instead, their collective hands sank into the water, but the shimmering hold remained.

Closing his eyes and focusing, Dew Drop split the two balls of water into four, then eight. Rather adorably, the humans instinctively moved into corresponding groups. When there were sixteen even sized bubbles shimmering, Dew Drop began to feel the pangs of fatigue. He allowed the humans to enjoy the shimmering orbs, before shifting the water back into the pond. He was breathing a little heavy from the exertion, but all the little humans had smiles on their face, and he felt just a little proud about that.

“I’m happy you all liked that,” he said. Shifting, he moved so the blue water drop cutie mark on his gray flank was on display. “I can do other stuff too. Make the water taste good. Make it clean. Nothing fancy, but… I am happy you liked it. Y-you guys can come closer… I mean, if you want to.” The nervous crackle of his voice was quite adorable, as was how hard he was biting his lip. A sigh of relief slipped out of him as a fairly large group walked forth. Rolling onto his side, so his belly was exposed to the group instead of his flank, he set his head down carefully. The little creatures really were cute, and so colorful, though he guessed that was their clothes. A few gently stroked and rubbed over his face, his lips… he felt little touches of warmth and wetness, and had to suppress a snort of laughter at the little kisses they were providing. Others were rubbing his belly. For a horse, he was fairly thin, but the tiny hands rubbing his fur still felt delightful. He would have enjoyed simply this, sitting and playing with his little friends, but he wanted to try more things too.

“Stop,” he said softly, lifting one of his hooves. The humans all looked to him. Although he couldn’t read their flat faces, he was worried they were worried, and quickly said, “You haven’t done anything wrong. I just… uhm… well, my friend Jack, he’s the big black earthy, and he said that some of you come to… uhm… see certain… things that… well, you see…”

Checking behind him, he made sure all the humans were at his front, and very carefully rolled onto his back. Stretching his legs out before him, he spread them carefully. Apparently, he liked the humans a bit more than he had thought, because a cute little blue erection was slowly peeking out from between his legs. “I… uhm… I don’t want to force any of you. I’m just wondering if-”

Dew Drop’s eyes bulged out as he felt a soft ram against his testicles. Sitting up weakly, he gazed between his legs, and watched as a particular large human embraced his gray scrotum. This particular human lacked a colorful coating, and Dew Drop guessed he was naked. Tilting himself back slowly, he closed his eyes and bit his lip, the tiny stimulation making his heart do somersaults.

There were little impacts on his belly and chest as humans began to climb him and approach his sheath. Others simply scooted beneath his outstretched legs to work on his balls. The overwhelming smell of equine musk was far from a deterrent, even as the air became so thick. The humans pressed on, rubbing the huge, swelling orbs or coaxing the blue cock out of its home as if they were enticing a dragon from a cave.

By pony standards, Dew Drop was far from impressive, but his cock was easily twice the size of a normal sized human, which gave the tinies several ideas. Dew Drop was lost in the pleasant stimulation as nude bodies selflessly rubbed and massaged him. He giggled at the feel of soft flesh on the topside of his shaft, and opening his eyes saw several men and women straddling it like some sort of bull. There was one human he took note of, in particular. She was standing on his belly, and feverishly pulling off her clothing. Her back was to Dew Drop, which meant she was staring at his cock. Reaching his hoof out, he took her by surprise and scooped her up, before bringing her to his face. He was just curious what she looked like nude. She was clearly terrified, but he tried to give her a reassuring smile. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quickly.

For a human, she was rather pretty, with long black hair tied into a ponytail (the irony was not lost on him), and healthy tan skin. Her breasts were quite large, and with Dew Drop’s other hoof, he gently stroked them with the tip. She giggled at the touch, and tried to push the hoof away, but of course was no match for him.

Smiling at her, he set her back down on his belly, quite curious what she had in mind. His erection was fully out of the sheath and stretching along his thin midriff. His glans was dribbling a puddle of white onto his belly. Most humans were avoiding that, instead rubbing and massaging his cock’s side, but the little woman walked right through the thick puddle of sticky white. Dew Drop’s heart was pounding in his chest as she moved closer and closer, and used her nails to gently stroke his sensitive glans. Bracing her body against it, she lifted her left foot, and softly placed it against the wide slit.

A sudden flood of ecstasy made Dew Drop want to scream, but afraid what would happen to the little human ears, he swallowed his voice down. Lowering to her back, washing herself in the seed, the woman placed her other foot inside the slit and began to gently kick about. She was actually sliding into his slit, slowly, gently worming and working her way deeper and deeper inside. Dew Drop stared, transfixed, as she began to slide deeper. More than once he reached out a hoof, afraid of her sinking in fully, but each time he lost his strength before he could reach her.

The woman sank inside his glans up to her chest, her ample cleavage the only thing bracing her from sliding any deeper. The stimulations she sent through Dew Drop was like nothing he had ever felt, and his balls were swelling larger and larger. Equine musk rolled out the harder the humans worked, with the pleasance of breathing it serving as an incentive to work harder. Although he longed to thank each and every one of them for their service, the woman squirming inside his cock was no doubt his favorite, and tears were streaming down his face by the raw pleasure her fits were causing.

A gust of seed rippled up his blue, fleshy tube. It sprayed against the woman, who gasped, feeling her own climax ripping through her. Her body was just enough of a cork to keep the initial spurt inside the cock, but at the second, the pressure grew far too great. Along with a huge glob of seed, she was cannoned out of the cock and sent tumbling and sliding over Dew Drop’s thin, gray chest. Horror swept through him at the thought she had been hurt, but before he could even think to check, he rode out a painfully intense climax, spurt after spurt rupturing through his shaft and spraying great blobs through the park. Thankfully, the humans at his testicles knew enough to back away lest he start to buck. The humans on his cock held tight to the blue pillar, squeezing into it so they wouldn’t be tossed about as he fidgeted like mad.

Falling back, his head crashed into the ground and formed a small dent in the grass. His tongue rolled out, and steam began to billow out of his gaping maw. Thinking of the woman, he lifted his head and looked down his body. In the largest blob on his chest, he saw a little lump start to squirm and wiggle. Poking a hoof at it, a pair of little hands gripped the tip, and he carefully pulled the exhausted woman out of the pool of his seed. Raw fear swept through him as he examined her, the clinging globs of white leaving it maddeningly unclear how badly she was hurt. Without a thought of what else to do, he carefully brought her to his mouth and slipped out his tongue. A single lick took most of the globs off her, and again he skimmed her. The woman gestured to his chest, and selecting a dry spot on his left pectoral, he placed her down. After drying herself of the drool and residual seed, she looked up at him, her face showing off a wide, if exhausted, smile.

“Y-you’re not… hurt… right?” he asked.

The woman shook her head. Dew Drop gave a deep sigh of relief, which caused her to go tumbling over his chest. Chuckling to himself, he caught her and carefully set her down between his legs with the other humans.

“I can’t,” he started, but his voice caught in his throat. “I can’t ever thank you enough…” He looked back to the pond. “But, I guess this is a bit of a start, huh?” A nervous chuckle slipped out of him. Turning his attention to the pond, he closed his eyes and focused his magic. From out of his horn, a blue, watery shimmer appeared, and slowly trickled and slopped to the pond. Touching the water, a shimmering blue sheen appeared on the surface, before disappearing just as quickly.

“Don’t worry, it’s a simple spell,” he said gently. “It’ll keep the water clean if any of you need a drink after that, or you want to wash off.”

Standing was not easy for the unicorn. He was utterly tuckered out from the game, and actually ended having to sit down. Heavy pants steamed out of his lips. He felt a little shudder in the ground, and turned to watch as Black Jack came trotting along, his great black body towering over the trees of the park. Mai Valentine was lying on his back, head down, wings and legs draped over his ribs. As the draft horse trotted closer, the little humans began to retreat closer to Dew Drop, because while Dew Drop was certainly a giant, Jack was practically a mountain to them. Jack noticed the retreat, and let an earthquake chuckle out of his deep chest. “Yeah, I get that a lot, even with other ponies. Did you have fun, Dewey?’

Dew Drop nodded weakly.

Reaching his head behind him, he nipped Mai by the nape and dragged her carefully off his back. She began to stir, yawning cutely, and flapped her wings to ease herself to a seated position. For the first time, Dew Drop noticed a rather impressive army of humans had followed Jack and Mai here. Mai noticed them too, and waved a sleepy hoof at them.

“You ready to head home?” Jack asked. “If you’re too tired to walk, I can carry you. I found Mai passed out in the middle of a coliseum.”

“I was just napping,” she muttered.

Dew Drop looked to the group of humans he had had his fun with, and to the group that had followed Jack and Mai here. He looked to the two ponies, the first two friends he had met in Ponyville… the first two friends he had had in his entire life.

“You OK Dewey?” Mai asked.

“I just… well, we have this nice little crowd here. Maybe we could give them one final show?”

Jack smiled. “What have you got in mind?”

With dainty hooves, Mai and Dew Drop cleared a fairly large area of humans. When they had finally formed a nice circle around the three ponies, Dew Drop lay down carefully on the ground, on his back. Even after just releasing an absolutely massive gush, his cock was quickly hardening at the plan he had, and only grew harder as Mai fluttered over him. Placing her hooves down and corralling his slim body, she leaned down and softly placed her lips down against his. She tasted like cherries, and Dew Drop was heartbroken as she broke the kiss. Scooting back carefully, she slid her slick, warm nethers against his cock, teasing it and stiffening it, before adjusting her angle. Weighing back, she allowed his penis to slide into her gripping, gnawing lips, and both shuddered and groaned at the blissful pleasure. Mai was accustomed to stretching a great deal when she took in Jack, and found Dew Drop’s erection could slide inside with little resistance.

Jack placed his long legs around them both, corralling his two smaller friends. His great green erection stretched out from between his thighs, and as he lowered, slapped wetly against Mai’s spine. She giggled, wagging her tail and moving it out of the way. Sliding himself back, he aligned his cock up with the ample buttocks of the crimson mare and pushed himself forward. Mai arched, feeling pleasure at both her holes, but as Jack leaned a bit harder down upon her, she was squished snuggly between the two stallions. With a great thrust forward, he rammed his drooling erection between her squishy cheeks, and buried his glans into her puckered hole. A whine slipped out of her and she squeezed tighter to Dew Drop, breathing heavy, biting at his lip.

With her firmly impaled on his magnificent cock, Mai was at the mercy of Jack’s thrusts and humps. It was actually a blessing. Both she and Dew Drop were so exhausted, neither could move, but Jack’s humps moved her body, rubbing her vaginal walls softly against Dew Drop’s aching shaft.

“This was a good idea,” she giggled, before firmly locking her lips on Dew Drop’s and kissing him deeply. He wrapped his arms snuggly around her, before attempting to reach and hug Black Jack. He hoofed cutely at Jack’s sides, but his limbs were too short to properly hug the stallion. Jack wrapped one of his forelegs around the two and held them a little snugger, as he rocked his hips back and forth, plowing deeper and deeper into Mai’s stretched anus. He grumbled happily as his large testicles swung and slapped against the padding of her ample buttocks.

Arching his back, Black Jack neighed. His testicles clenched and he pushed his crotch into Mai’s padded backside. Globs and gushes of seed spurted out of his erection and deep into Mai’s bowels. Shuddering, she clenched down hard upon both the bulk in her anus, and the bulk shoved between her legs. Slick warmth washed over Dew Drop’s crotch, bathing his erection and tilting him over the edge. Despite having just climaxed with the humans, he felt a surge of heat rush up his still tingling testicles and fill Mai. All the strength sapped out of them, they both plopped onto one another, tightly embraced. Black Jack managed to keep himself up, which was good, since he would probably crush his two friends if he weighed down upon them fully.

Pulling himself out slowly, Jack took a moment to admire Mai’s impressive backside. There was still an indent from his hips in the padding, though the plumpness was slowly filling back out. Tilting his head to the pond, he gulped down a few mouthfuls, before sighing softly and sitting down. The humans were still around them, staring, utterly transfixed. Wearing a slight blush on his muzzle, despite all he had done in the day, he leaned down and softly nuzzled Mai. She tilted her head up, and stood, feeling the pleasant bulk of Dew Drop leave her nethers. She abruptly plopped forward, utterly tuckered out.

Chuckling to himself, Black Jack carefully nipped her by the nape, and lifted her off the grey unicorn. With practiced expertise, he placed her on his broad back. She had just enough strength to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tight, before practically passing out.

Dew Drop got to his hooves slowly, shakily. At any moment, he looked ready to collapse. Jack lowered to his belly, folding his legs neatly beneath him and presenting his back to the unicorn. There was certainly enough space for Dew Drop behind Mai, but before he climbed on, he walked to Jack and wrapped his arms around the draft horse’s thick neck.

“Thank you,” he said, “for bringing me along.”

Jack rested his head over Dew Drop’s shoulder, hugging him back. “Thank you for coming,” the larger stallion said.

Climbing onto Jack’s back, and hugging Mai around the middle, Dew Drop closed his eyes. He was so tired. Although he wanted to say one last good bye to the humans, he found he couldn’t keep his eyes open. It was alright, though. He would try to get a job in the human’s world, purifying water or something. Then he’d have lots of chances to see all his new friends.