Visitation

Writing Prompt:

>big pone will never discover internet
>they will never see the thread when good stuff is happening
>they will never be impressed and track us all down for big pone fun

==========Visitation======

I'd like to think there are other contributing factors in such an encounter. If people truly are far, far, smaller than your average pony...

>You awake with a groggy start, bed creaking.
>The clock by your bed says it's a very meager five in the morning; not even the sun dares cast it's rays yet
>Why were you awake?
>A steady thud comes from outside, like a large animal encroaching on your home.
>It's either bigfoot coming out from the forest to kill you like you always knew it would at some point after the neighbors disappeared last year, or you're dreaming again.
>You slap yourself a few times to test the dreaming idea, and despite the sensation, you have not awakened.
>The thumps start again and truly you are awake at this point.
>You knew this home out in the woods was a stupid idea, but nooo, only place you could afford with some land on it.
>You have an inkling of an idea, a desperate hope it might not be the Sasquatch.
>You hastily get dressed and stumble outside the front porch, light flickering on.
>The thumps are loud now.
>Something big is approaching you.
>Is it what you hoped, or what you dreaded?
>You can't see anything of it in the dark night until it enters the circle of porchlight.
>A hoof, a hoof!
"Bigpony, welcome to my humblllll...."
>You trail off as you see a pony alright, but not the one you hoped for.
>It was not a cuddly colossus, but about the size of a regular horse.
>Not even amazonian scale, really.
>At the exact same time, both you and the pony admit something.
>"You're not giant," you both say as if that was naturally how it should have been.
>The pony stammers for a moment.
>"B-but, I, you, you're supposed to be huge!"
"What?! No I'm not, you are!"
>"Nuh uh! I read it on the internet! You were giant compared to me and I was supposed to hide in a pizza and-"
"Wait, wait, pizza?"
>"Yeah!" she nods enthusiastically.
"What's your name?"
>"Clay, you know, the darling little 'miniponi'?"
>Wait, is that why she's not any bigger?
>She's tiny compared to other ponies, so if you were also tiny compared to them, she'd be about the size of the thing standing before you now.

>Of all the possible canon or non-canon characters visiting you, it had to be this one.
"What did you expect? My house isn't nearly big enough."
>She shuffles her hooves and looks down, embarrassed.
>You just cross your arms over your chest.
"I mean, really, how was this ever going to work out? Was I just going to magically pop out and be huge or something?"
>"Um..."
>By the way she looked at you, the answer was a most definite 'yes.'
"Damnit, Clay."
>"What? Oh come on, I'll even settle for some shrinking! Don't you have alchemy or magic or something here too?"
>She was getting desperate, stomping her hooves nervously.
"No, Earth doesn't have that stuff."
>She begs you as you open the front door and step inside your home once again.
>"Please! Just do what you did to make yourself small like this and shrink me too!"
"That's not how it works."
>Your excitement for the morning deflated, you start back towards the bedroom.
>You hear some rustling and she's now sticking her head up against the window.
>"I want my giant human cuddles, anon! You said you were giant!"
"No. Goodnight, Clay. Come back when you're huger."
>"I'm not leaving 'till I get my lewd and cuddles!"
"Clay, you could barely fit through the door."
>"Can too!"
"Naaah."
>"Anooon!" she whines.
"Clay, please g- actually, I have an idea."
>"Huh?"
>You disappear inside and come back out shortly after with some pictures.

>You shove them in her horsey face and she looks them over for a second before a rosy tint grows across her face.
>"Oh my. L-lewd."
"Take them, and go home, Clay."
>"Yeah, I can do that."
>The pony leaves the scene and you are at peace.
>Elsewhere and later, in Equestria, a tiny pony stares at a collection of pictures as she walks home.
>That is, until she is interrupted by a larger form who was also on an early morning walk.
>"Oh, good morning, Clay."
>"Good morning," the miniponi blurts out absentmindedly.
>The larger equine leans in closer.
>"What do you have there?"
>"Oh, just, pictures."
>"Is that anon guy you were obsessing over?"
>"Yeah, great guy, you should go meet him sometime."
>"You actually found out where he lives?"
>"Of course I did!" she says, but then some unspoken realization strikes and she slyly adds in one more comment.
>"You know, he mentioned you too, and he says he'd be super excited to meet you."
>The massive pony tilts her head to the side quizzically.
>"Is he really that nice?"
>Fortunately she didn't seem to read Clay's devious expression.
>"Y-yeah, of course he is! You know I showed you a couple of times when they mentioned you too, right?"
>"Oh. But what about those other things?"
>"Pshaw, it was just a running joke. You know, more advanced comedy."
>"Really?"
>"Yeah, really, he's uh, an intellectual, you know smart humor is. Go get him, girl! Here's his address."
>"Oh, okay. I'll go say hi later, looks like it's not that long of a trip."
>Clay just nods.
>"Yep, now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go get these pictures framed."
>"Offly strange snapshots."
>"Well he's an artist type."
>"Oh? And he's artist? Maybe I really will go visit tonight. See you around, Clay."
>"Bye."
>Clay waited for the truly big pony to leave before she looked back down at the pictures.
>Each one was a low-angle, close up shot of a human's hands, feet, and mouth to give the illusion of the subject being massive.
>"You better enjoy what I just did, anon."
>She bites her lip.
>"'Cause I'm enjoying what you did."