The City in Her Chair
Green has an entire shrunken city trapped inside a glass box that she uses as a chair. It's her favorite chair too. She loves showing the tinies her ass.
The City in Her Chair
By: Blobskin
Contains: mlp, micro, city, glass chair, pov, exhibition
Version: 1
Green stood motionless in the shower with her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Hot water pattered harmlessly against her face before cascading down to the floor below. An entire day's worth of sweat and tension was being washed away. The gentle hiss of the shower's spray calmed and relaxed her. Green easily could have fallen asleep there under its loving caress. Yet she did not. There was still some daytime left and she hoped to make use of it. With a sigh she flicked the water off and began her drying ritual.
Green stumbled out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her mane. She casually tipped her head forward and shook like a dog. The towel went flying and droplets rained from her damp fur. The floor was left about as wet as herself. The mare laughed at her own antics. Now clean, Green strolled over to the calendar to make sure she didn't have any plans set for the weekend. She didn't. What should she do with her two days off then?
Like she even had to think about it.
Green's eyes drifted towards her sophisticated gaming rig while an excited grin spread across her muzzle. She was a HUGE fan of first-person shooters. Whether retro or next generation, she played them all and strove to top the leaderboards. Once she even managed to spend three days straight grinding newbs. That memory made her chuckle. That binge had left her so messed up...
Green raced back to the kitchen where she began gathering her supplies. They were nothing special. Just some chips and liquid gamer fuel. She soon returned to her den with hooves full of unhealthy but delicious food items. Her steps were slow as she balanced the pile of goods until she reached the desk. Next came the careful practice of placing and sorting her supplies. Of course Green was well practiced in this art so it didn't take more than a moment. Then she hit the power button on her PC and prepared to take her seat.
The mare eyed her chair with a mischievous smirk. Green actually had a couple different chairs. One for each mood. She had her "serious" chair and her "relaxed" chair and even a "work" chair. But today she was going to use her "naughty" chair. It was certainly not the most comfortable furniture she owned, however it did offer its own kind of pleasure...
The chair currently at Green's desk, the one she was about to use, had a boring backrest and didn't look like much from a distance. Yet the seat was very special. It was a wide box made mostly of thick glass. That's right. This chair made the user sit on a hard, flat, glass plate. So it wasn't comfortable over long periods of time. But this chair's most defining feature was more than enough to make it Green's favorite.
An entire shrunken city was inside the box. Fully populated and self-sufficient too. Surrounded on all sides by impenetrable glass. Her little captive audience. Simply looking down on their world made Green shudder with excitement of a different kind.
The mare pulled the chair back and stepped between it and the monitor. The glow from her screen would have been like a sun shining down on the city, except she was blocking most of the light and shrouding them in her shadow. An eclipse cast by her plump backside. She flicked her tail. Her legs tensed. She licked her lips and wiggled her rear teasingly for her tiny admirers. For another moment she hesitated, looming over them. Just letting them drink it all in. How small they were. How much bigger she was.
Then Green sat down.
The box shook as her ass flattened out across their entire sky like dough on a pan. The mare rocked to the right so her left cheek could puff out even further and rest more comfortably. Then she tilted to the other side so her right cheek could do the same. Once she settled so too did the box. Now everyone could look up and see her tight hole clearly pressed against the glass. Green's blush deepened. And that wasn't all they could see...
The mare's enormous sex was centered above the densest part of the city, deliberately overshadowing their many skyscrapers. The only thing holding back total annihilation was a transparent barrier. Instead of destruction, they were trapped in a gloomy twilight with a titanic rear suspended over them. Instead of death, they were taunted by her massive winking pussy. The mare was already wet, painting their once clear skies with her juices. Mercifully, they were only tortured with sound and sight. The box was air tight so they didn't have to worry about flooding or her, no doubt, overwhelming aroma.
Yet they still had to endure the darkness, the mild earthquakes... and their goddess's passion for showing them her privates.
Green squirmed and rubbed her hooves together bashfully. Her vagina was grinding against the glass and sending regular shocks of pleasure up her spine. There was also the certain knowledge that so many were looking at her. It was wrong. It was insane. It was hot.
Green never was good at talking to other ponies. Stallions were the worst though. They might as well have put a picture of her in the dictionary next to the word "introvert". That's what made video games so appealing to her. Nopony judged her for how she looked or talked or acted. They judged her for how she played. And she was good. She was proud of her skills and loved showing them off. She was popular in the online world, not a socially awkward nerd. Being in public wasn't fun. Being in a game was.
However, she was still a mare and she had other desires beyond video games. Physical needs that the digital space simply couldn't satisfy. But Green was... afraid... to try dating. What if they saw how weird she was? What if she sounded stupid? What if she messed up?
So Green did what she always did: she found another way. She found this chair and its tiny inhabitants.
The mare leaned forward and flexed her ass cheeks. Her pussy rubbed pleasantly against the cold glass and left a smear of clear fluids. She suppressed a neigh. How many thousands were staring at her right now? Her blush deepened and she had to bite down on her hoof. How many stallions were jerking off to her? Green's whole body shivered at the thought and she nearly orgasmed right then and there.
She shook her head and took a deep breath. Carefully the mare eased back into her chair while struggling to ignore the creaking that came from the box beneath her ass. She had to focus. With practiced motion she started up the game. This was the truest test of her skills. She knew being horny crippled her reaction time, but true gamers are always looking for a challenge. Could she still dominate the competition while distracted like this? With her pussy positively oozing? It was time to find out... again...
Green snickered to herself. She was so naughty...
The End
Author's Note:
So this was originally going to be a flash fic, but I realized a lot of my readers don't bother with my flash fics. So thinking this short, whose first draft was about 700 words, was really good and wanting to encourage everyone to give it a read, I decided to stretch it a little and make it its own submission. Right call? Cheating? Who cares as long as you enjoyed it.
This story is the product of three inspirations.
First is an OC pony named... Florb? I think? IDK. I've only seen three or four comic pages of her and thought she was cute. So I stole her. For those who've never heard of her, Florb is a gamer mare that is a touch shy and has a "tiny human boyfriend" fantasy. She is also a bit forgetful because she sits on her bf for a while in one comic. Like I said, cute. And relatable.
The second and third inspirations are general fetishes that are common in the macro/micro space: the glass chair and city pov. Not much to say there. I just combined the two to make something that wasn't quite as cruel as a rampage story. Is keeping an entire city of tinies prisoner just to admire your ass and pussy cruel? I guess it depends on whether you'd like to be one of those tinies.