Obligatory, NSFW, size difference story involving characters

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[f/f, micro, hoof, crush, gore, anal vore, insertion, exploration, vore, digestion, unaware, time travel, 4th wall breaking]

“Buttercup? Buttercup, where are y’all?”

Bright Mac stepped into the clearing of the Orchid, a clearing that held only a couple of entwining trees and a single mare with her back to him. He approached her and placed a hoof on her shoulder. She was immediately startled as she jumped a bit, turning to see her husband through teary eyes.

“Oh, sorry… Were you looking for me?”

She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes but couldn’t move her hooves as Bright Mac took hold of them.

“Now it doesn’t take a city folk to see something ain’t right.”

Pear Butter looked back at the tree before tears welled up again, pushing the existing ones down her cheeks.

“I lost my father when we planted that tree. I don’t regret what we did, but I just wish there was a way to go back, try another way”

There was a sudden spark in the open heart shape in the entwining trees, followed by a small, swirling portal that rapidly grew, filling out the heart. Pear Butter was taken aback, falling into Bright Mac.

“What’s that?”

Pear Butter slowly reached her hoof out, inching closer to the portal.

“I’m no Unicorn, but if I had to venture a guess, I’d say it’s a plot device to get to the point.”

Pear Butter got on all fours and started moving closer, only stopping for a moment to grab Bright Mac and pull him along with her. Her hoof slipped into the portal and she was just about to follow it before Bright Mac held on to her other hoof, grabbing her attention.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? Just look at that Title.”

It didn’t matter at that point as Pear Butter was sucked into the portal, pulling Bright Mac along with her.


Pear Butter sat up straight once she came to, breathing heavily like she had just woken from a nightmare. The first thing she noticed was the grass that nearly stood taller than herself, only moment before noticing the apple trees that stood taller than mountains.

“Buttercup!?”

“Bright Mac!?”

Pear Butter turned to the voice and began running, soon breaking out of the grass into a rather large dirt patch, at least rather large at their current size. Bright Mac was on the other side of the patch. Pear Butter had caught his attention and he began running towards her.

“These stories usually get rid of the stallions or boring character’s early on so I think its best we stick tog-”

As Bright Mac almost reached Pear Butter, her vision of him was instantly replaced with nothing but green and the sensation of an earth quake. Pear Butter’s hooves covered her mouth to stifle her scream as she looked up the leg of the giant mare who had just stepped on Bright Mac.

All she could make out was the green tone and white mane; she was much too close to the hoof to see the Cutie Mark properly. The hoof before her rose, almost in slow motion, allowing her to catch a glimpse of Bright Mac, stuck to the sole as it lifted above her.

“Butte-”

That was all she heard before the hoof moved too far from her to hear in just a single step. As the giant mare took off, Pear Butter could make out the Cutie Mark from the giant rump. It was Granny Smith, but a much younger one, as young as when Pear Butter herself was only a foal.

Had she really travelled back in time? Did her wish to change things some true? But why were Bright Mac and herself so small? She looked over to the previous page. Oh, right.

Turning away from the title, she noticed Granny Smith was now far off in the distance; just beyond past a few more trees was the farm house. It was going to be long journey but she had little to no choice. She began as she took her first steps across the dirt patch towards the house.


Pear Butter rode atop the apple that was pulled by a heard of worms. A couple of stick with a few wood knots acted as the wheels as the worms pulled her mode of transport to the verandah. As she hopped off the apple, she removed the grass bladed crown on her head, placing it on top of the apple before giving the worms a solemn nod. They seemed to nod back before turning around and heading back into the orchid with the apple in tow.

“What an adventure. Almost a shame I have no one to tell about it.”

Pear Butter shrugged it off and climbed up onto the wooden floor boards just before the door to the house. As she stood by the door, she heard the creaking of a door behind her. She turned around to find Granny Smith returning from a trip to the outhouse.

As Granny headed towards the door, Pear Butter stood in front of the door frame, ready to move. The door swung open as Granny pulled on the handle before stepping inside. Pear Butter ran in as the door swung shut, almost rolling over her.

Finally inside, she watched as the giant mare retreated into the lounge room, out of site. The floors of the house were still large to her, making the smallest of cracks a hazard for running. Pear Butter made her way towards the lounge room, taking her time not to slip or fall into any of the holes in the floorboards.

As she finally stepped over the threshold of the room, she could see the green mare, lying across the couch, her fore hooves resting on her belly as her left hind hoof rested on the hoof rest opposite her head, the right dangled over the edge of the couch, just above the ground as it gently swung.

It looked like she was asleep, or at least resting. Only once Pear Butter got much closer to the giant did she hear the low snoring. As she neared the dangling hoof, the musky scent of the days work left an odour that invaded Pear Butter’s nostrils. Luckily it wasn’t overpowering, but enough to make her wince.

Still, as she reached the hoof, she slowly peeked under it, being careful not to actually go under, just in case. There was no sign of Bright Mac, which was obvious. Playing the scene in her head, she remembered, he was stepped on by her other hoof, they one up on the couch.

There was nothing to climb, nothing except the single hoof. Pear Butter tapped the hoof before leaping back, staring up at it for a reaction. Nothing happened. She grabbed hold of the hoof and hoisted herself up off the floor. As she held on, she waited, still there was no reaction.

The hoof was decently solid for an earth pony, it made it difficult to climb, but at her size, she was able to find some leeway along the leg that at normal size would be unnoticeable. Luckily for Pear Butter, it was only as far as her knee as that was where it evened out from the dip over the couch.

The climb was exhausting, but now all that laid ahead of her was a straight walk, only a fraction of the distance of the floor she had to travel. Granny Smith’s left leg laid out like a distant mountain range to Pear Butter. She couldn’t walk straight towards it; she had to make her way to Granny’s waist and cross there.

As she made her way across the vast, green thigh, she noticed it much softer than the part of the leg she had climbed. It was light and bouncy at first but slowly became softer and flexible. Each step she took sunk her deep into the thigh, eventually getting to the point that she couldn’t see properly over the sunken flesh.

She trudged on finding the thigh to reverse back to its original state as she progressed. She suspected she was nearing the waist. Something felt odd however as she noticed her hooves starting to slip with each step. It wasn’t until she slipped onto her rear and slid down Granny Smith’s thigh did she realize she walked right to the edge.

She rode the inner thigh before falling forward onto the softness of the couch cushion below. Her head was spinning from the impact as she tried to sit up. Pear Butter fell backwards, staring up at the mountainous thigh she has previously been atop.

Gaining her bearings, she got back to her feet and made her way to the thigh. The light that filled the house was darkened as the massive mound of flesh darkened Pear Butter’s location. The thigh curved outwards from the couch cushion, making the start of the climb impossible. She couldn’t pull herself up with only her fore hooves to scale up the thigh, she couldn’t grab with hooves, only dig in.

As she looked down the leg, back to where she started, the thought of retreating to her knee and climbing back on top was harshly disappointing, to have to backtrack so much already. She looked the other way though, towards the waist. Between Granny Smith’s legs ran a crevice followed by a plump tunnel just beneath.

Pear Butter thought it looked like an exclamation mark before she suddenly turned away, her face red with embarrassment once she realized what she was looking at. She had never seen another mare’s privates and with her current predicament, the idea of coming across it never crossed her mind.

Pear Butter turned back, sighing heavily before making her way closer to Granny’s midsection. As she got closer, she noticed that surrounding the crevice was a tuft of wild fur. Seemed like Granny Smith was not one for grooming herself what with the work on the farm, either she couldn’t find the time or found no reason.

Below however was a round mound of wrinkled flesh. The smell was very distinct and encouraged Pear Butter to avoid it, yet its wide mass made it a necessary stepping stone to reach the fur above to start her climb.

Letting out an audible wince, she placed her fore hoof on Granny Smith’s anus. It instantly came alive and sealed up tight, twitching at the merest touch. Pear Butter retracted her hoof, afraid of it getting caught in its grip and pulling her inside like a hungry beast.

After a moment, the anus relaxed again, becoming a small opening in front of her. She stepped on it again and it sealed up tight, clenching from her weight. It looked like it was just going to repeat itself each time. Breathing in, Pear Butter stood on all fours along the rim of the anus as it stayed clenched.

It didn’t seem to move, her weight on it must have kept it clenched. She reached her hoof out to take a step onto the other side of the sealed hole when it suddenly relaxed, opening up again just as Pear Butter went to put her hoof down. The hoof slid inside and her chin fell forward onto the other side of the rim. The new feeling caused the anus to seal up again, claiming Pear Butter’s leg as its prize.

Pear Butter freaked out, trying to pull her hoof out, the anus held tight like a vice grip. She tried to kick at it and even resorted to biting into the wrinkled flesh, it only tightened on her leg. Pain started to shoot through Pear Butter’s body as it clenched tighter, threatening to crush her hoof.

She held still, breathing heavily from the pain in her leg as the smell wafted up into her nose. She hoped that not moving would relax Granny Smith enough to retrieve her leg. Almost on the verge of screaming, the anus relaxed once more, giving Pear Butter her chance to yank her hoof out before it could seal again. She leapt over the open anus and bit into the fur around the crevice to hold her up, away from her predator.

Pressing her hooves into the plump sides of the crevice, Pear Butter tried to start her ascent, biting into the fur to hoist herself up. Pear Butter slipped almost instantly as she hurriedly held onto her mouthful of fur to prevent falling into the anus. She couldn’t keep her grip with her hooves, they just slid off. Her eyes darted around for another way of climbing until they locked onto the crevice itself.

Gently, she pushed one of her hooves inside, feeling the sudden heat from Granny Smith sex. She removed it, finding a sticky substance coating her hoof. Why was she so wet? Did her escape from her rear end turn her on in her sleep? It was disgusting regardless, but it gave Pear Butter an idea. Once she was already regretting.

She stuck her other hoof deep inside, returning with a sticky hoof. She placed her hooves on both sides and pulled herself up, now retaining her climb with the sticky fluid. Still a little hesitant, she kicked both of her hind legs inside Granny Smith’s vagina, feeling them both getting coated in her juices. She was able to remove them as they easily slipped out from within the slick walls and adhered to the outside.

Hoof by hoof, Pear Butter scaled the vagina, every now and then having to stop to recoat her hooves.  As she neared the top, a pink, bulbous sphere poked out towards her. She was face to face with it and the smell from Granny Smith intensified.  Pear Butter stared away and continued her climb, finally pulling herself over onto the waist, immediately wiping her hooves on the short fur.

She was not done yet. She still had to scale another leg. She stared up the leg as it elevated from her position. The incline gave some room under Granny Smith’s thigh for the loose weight to collect. Pear Butter’s trip along this leg was much less of a hassle than the previous one.

The other half of the leg was just like walking up a mountain as the solid leg only inclined, reaching a point where the leg became hoof and the hoof curved over into the sole. Pear Butter grabbed the edge of the hoof and pulled herself over the edge, finally reaching Granny’s sole. Unfortunately, all she could make out was a red stain on the soft padding of her sole, no longer her partner.

Pear Butter pushed herself back from the sole, her back to the hoof as she covered her mouth to silence her scream. Tears welled up in her eyes but she tried to fight it off. She still had to survive. The only chance she had left was to scale the mare body to the other side. As she began her trek down the leg, she stopped on last time to look back at the hoof. She turned back and began walking.


She had returned once more to the giant mare’s waist, just before the incline of her belly. The surface was soft and springy, more like jelly than anything else. Each step threatened to slip her off her hooves. Although a little distracting, she was still making progress on her trip along the body.

Ahead of her, one of Granny Smith’s fore hooves rose, her right hoof as it lifted, slipping out from under her left hoof that lazily fell beside her. Her right hoof however hovered above her chest and slowly made its way across the green plain, stopping over Pear Butter.

Pear Butter was surrounded by the shade of the hoof above her. She knew what was coming but couldn’t move, not until the hoof began to fall. She panicked, not knowing what to do, her hoof slipped on the belly, causing her to tumble just as the hoof came down on her.

Her eyes were shut; she was curled up like a ball. She was too afraid to open her eyes. She was afraid of what had happened to her, but, she didn’t feel anything. No immense weight, not shattering bones. Was it so instant that she didn’t feel it?

She opened her eyes slowly, but still was unable to see. Her surrounding however shook and jiggled rapidly before it suddenly stopped and light flooded in. Having scratched her belly, Granny Smith’s hoof relaxed and casually slipped off her belly, falling over the edge of the couch and dangling like her hind leg.

Pear Butter was relieved, but surprised her that somehow she managed to avoid being crushed. She seemed to have fallen into some sort of pit, around the edges the flesh of the belly curved in. She hadn’t noticed it before, but she was rising and falling as her world breathed in and out. The fluctuation in Granny Smith’s breathing made Pear Butter’s climb out of the pit slightly easier. Every inhale spread the pit open, making it less of an incline to climb. Once she pulled herself out, she took in her surroundings, finding herself by the mare’s belly button.

A little embarrassed that she owed her life to a pit in Granny Smith’s belly, she continued her trek, soon reaching the giant’s chest. It was a forest of fur, each strand at least her height or twice as tall.

Pushing her way through, the fur was easy to give way to her form as she’d spread a patch open and step through. It was rather uneventful except for the occasional tangled hoof and the growl from deep below that made Pear Butter’s mane stand on end.

She burst through the other side, starting a tumble down the length of Granny’s neck, only stopping where it curved up to her jaw. Either Pear Butter caused a tickled on Granny Smith’s throat or it was just bad timing, but Granny Smith swallowed, sending the ripple of her throat to roll under Pear Butter. The sensation on the outside was scary enough; she feared what it would be like on the inside. Never the less, she managed to climb up, digging her hooves into the soft areas of the jaw.

There she stood, on a sleeping mare’s chin. Ahead was still a treacherous obstacle. She wanted to avoid the lips but she feared climbing down the sides might be a bit too much to handle. Upon further analysis, she could see a path, at the corner of the lips, before the drop off from the muzzle, if she could get to that point; she could cross to the nose where it was, relatively safer.

Traversing the remainder of the chin, Pear Butter reached the edge of the lips. They were shut at the moment, but the risk of trying to leap across was too great. She began to walk beside them, heading towards the corner. As she walked, the ground shook and the lips parted. She wasn’t close enough to accidently fall in and actually sighed, knowing she made the right choice.

There was an odd sound however, like a slick, sloshing sound. She turned around to see a giant pink mass, sliding along the bottom lip towards her. Pear Butter screamed as she turned to run, making almost no progress before Granny Smith’s tongue collected her and withdrew to its cavern.


A shrill scream echoed through the giant’s maw as Pear Butter shouted in the near darkness as she was instantly drenched in saliva. Only a shimmer of light managed to reach her between the lips but it only served to make the mouth she now found herself trapped in all the more scarier. Deep in the back, where the light died, growls and squelches could be heard.

The only reason she hadn’t already made the trip into Granny Smith’s throat was only because she landed on the tip of the tongue which remained relatively flat at its current angle. An excusable flick of the tongue could turn her from a pony to a snack.

The teeth remained parted just above her. If she could reach them, she might have been able to climb on top, so long as they didn’t clamp down on her when she was between them. On shaky hooves, Pear Butter attempted to stand on her hind legs, her fore legs stretched up high, reaching for the teeth.

“Just… a little… closer…”

Her hoof slipped. It all seemed to move in slow motion, her right hoof flicking up from the slick tongue, falling onto her rump and the descent down the tongue like riding a slide into a bottomless pit. She tried to hold on to the tongue as she slid down it, but her hooves just slipped off the saliva coated appendage.

It was over, she could no longer feel the tongue under her as she slipped off the back of it, still feeling time slow down as she floated in humid air. Her legs made contact first before feeling nothing as the throat opened up, grabbing her lower half, ready to pull her down.

Among the screaming, Pear Butter failed to hear the gurgling sound from below. The throat opened again, dropping Pear Butter into it for only a split second before a low sounding noise erupted from below, blasting her towards the light.


Granny Smith, only now just waking up felt a tickle in her throat. As she was about to swallow, expecting that action to clear it up, she felt a disturbance in her gut. Opening her maw, she let out a rather loud burp which eased the feeling in her gut and the tickle in her throat.

Pear Butter, on the other hoof, flew out into the light, landing hard on Granny’s chin. The momentum of the saliva coated mare propelled her to slide, easily clearing the chin and falling onto the neck below. As she landed, getting up was not an option. She was on the verge of being eaten alive and survived; she just wanted to breathe in fresh air for a moment.

With so much built up excess saliva, Granny Smith instinctively swallowed. The lump that travelled came racing down her neck, knocking Pear Butter to the side as it blasted past. Pear Butter tumbled down, rolling down the side of Granny’s neck before coming to a stop on the couch below. It was at this point that the mare she had been exploring from hoof to head started to move as she got up from her nap.

Getting to her hooves, Granny Smith started to outstretch her hooves, giving them a good stretch from her nap. She needed to prepare before going back outside to work. She then bent over, ready to sit back down in order to giver her hind legs a good stretch too.

Light was extinguished in a moment as Pear Butter tried to get back onto her hooves. Looking up, she saw the eclipse of the light from the rounded rear of the giant mare. She tripped over her hooves in her fear, falling onto her back as she tried to crawl away. The rear came crashing down but it was being crushed that scared Pear Butter.

As the cheeks spread as they lowered, her first predator returned, flexing as it lowered towards her. Pear Butter continued to crawl back but the rump made contact with the couch. As it sunk into the softness of it, the anus came down, pinning Pear Butter’s legs. She immediately tried to pull her legs free and even resort to punching at the wrinkled ring, but it wasn’t until things settled did she feel the muscle catch her legs before lifting up from the couch.

Her entire lower half was trapped inside and more of her was slowly slipping. The anus relaxed and clenched in rhythm, each time sucking her in deeper and deeper. It wasn’t long before she was up to her chest. She couldn’t push back on it, she was much too weak to fight it. Instead, she opted for something to grab, the tufts of fur that surrounded her.

Her hooves grabbed on to the closest collection of fur she could as her shoulders and head were pulled inside, the ring sealing around her fore legs. The smell was horrendous, the feeling, disgusting. It still tried to pull her in deeper, but her grip held on, preventing her from being pulled beyond.

Granny Smith started to feel uncomfortable, an odd twitch in her rear, like some pony was yanking on some sensitive fur. She sat back up before sending a hoof behind to investigate. She thought it was nothing until she felt something, something that seemed to have felt back. Pinching onto it, she removed it from her back side, exposing Pear Butter on her sole.

“Shrunk yourself with a unicorn’s aid? Though you could sneak into my farm and steal the Apple Family’s secrets?”

Pear Butter was still adjusting to her sudden escape from places unknown, it took her a moment to understand what was going on.

“You dirty Pears are all alike, you try to steal from me but first you think you can have fun with me while I sleep?”

“No, its not like that…”

Pear Butter tried to explain but was cut off by Granny Smith’s loud voice. It seemed like her tiny voice couldn’t even reach her ears.

“I guess this makes getting rid of you easy… But first… you came to have fun… let’s have fun.”

Pear Butter knew that whatever Granny Smith had planned, it wasn’t good for her. She tried to leap from the sole but it just curled up over her before flipping upside down, catching her on the tip. In all the tossing around on the sole, she didn’t even notice Granny Smith had gotten up onto the couch, her hind hooves were up on the couch, spread apart revealing her intentions.

She wanted to jump off, she wanted to take her chances with the drop to the floor, but the hoof that carried her moved much to fast for her as it launched into the giant’s marehood. The sudden stop sent Pear Butter flying inside the sexual tunnel, deep into the already moistened cave.

There was little chance now. Her hooves already stood in a pool of fluids that reached her ankles. It was only a matter of time before she was either crushed or drowned in Granny Smith’s orgasm. Ahead of her, the tip of the hoof pushed in and out, occasionally rubbing the front or clitoris before diving back in. Behind, the cervix quivered, fluid leaking from it like a burst water pipe.

How could she be getting so close so quickly, but Pear Butter feared she knew. Perhaps the fact of knowing there was a tiny toy completely inside her just riled her up with excitement. She was now attempting to keep herself afloat as the fluid was now as high as her head. Her hooves paddled through the thick juices, but it wasn’t for long as her prison started to shake.

Granny Smith moaned in pure bliss as her orgasm blasted her hoof in her warm, sweet juices. She held most of it back with her sole, but it eventually blasted out of whichever crevice it could escape, dripping down her thighs and hoof into a large pool on the couch and floor.

She was curious however as she removed her hoof and brought it close to her face. It was absolutely soaked, not to mention the scent was overpowering. But right in the centre, trapped in the largest glob was her little spy. Pear Butter’s body was trapped in the fluid, only her head was free which only gave her the option to cough as the fluids the made it into her mouth were spat out onto the hoof.

“I’m surprised you survived. I wanted it to be quick but, that can’t be helped now.”

Granny’s tongue rolled across her lips as she opened her maw, only partially, enough for her tongue to roll out as it slowly rolled up her sole, licking most of it clean. When she looked back, there was nothing left but a bit more of her own fluids around the edges.

The taste was very sweet on her tongue and she wasted no time it letting it slide into her throat and swallowing it all. As she ran her tongue along her lips again, she could taste it, but not the pony, she was much too small to even notice.

Returning to work after washing up after her escapades, Granny Smith returned to the outdoors, seeing Grand Pear by the fence that separated the two farms. As she strolled up to him, she picked an apple from the closest tree before leaning on the fence line.

“So? Thought you could sneak in and out without being caught?”

Grand Pear’s ears perked up, only now noticing his rival’s arrival.

“What are you on about now?”

“Let’s just say you’re little trick…” Granny Smith took a bite of the apple. “…has more in common with apples than pears.”

She bit into the piece of apple a couple more times before swallowing the pieces, belching out another burp into Grand Pear’s face. He immediately jumped back, covering his face.

“You Apples are just disgusting.”

He turned away, returning to his farm as Granny Smith grinned, feeling her stomach churn her captured prey.


Random music begins to play in the background as the credits roll.

Everything: Artistic Fox
The credits disappear and are replaced with an internal shot of Granny Smith’s stomach. The stomach acids are calm except for a bit of bubbling. The surface is suddenly broken as Pear Butter bursts from the below, gasping for air. As she attempted to stay afloat, the muscle above opened up, expelling chewed up apple into the stomach.

They remained afloat, giving Pear Butter no choice but to wade through the muck and pulling herself on top. Upon reaching her raft, her eyes widened as she saw her lower half, burnt and bloody, torn apart from the acids. Her screams in pain were drowned out by the expulsion of oxygen as Granny Smith burped again. Pear Butter could no longer scream but instead, passed out from the lack of oxygen.

Rapidly, the apple float burned away and her body fell below the surface once more. It did not return.