Taking cadence with Cadence
Ultimate Human in Equestria Story
Chapter 6
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peterdivine
Getting your bearings takes a while. The sleeping breaths of the titanic creature you're on are slow and regular, but they still elevate you up and down by a fair bit every time they come. It takes time to get your balance adjusted to the chest's rise and fall as you walk over the cloth terrain. You stop for a moment and feel them with your hand- silk strands, soft and smooth but still making up threads as thick as ropes to you. your eyes adjust slowly to the dark, and even more slowly to make sense of what it's looking at. The city-sized bed puts your comparative height at somewhere in the range of a millimeter or so, you guess. That is seriously small. You turn and look in the other direction, away from the sprawling mountain range of blanket draped over body and limbs, and squint as you look at the room around you.
It's luxurious, that’s for sure. The drapes don’t quite conceal stain-glass windows that go up to the ceiling, and you can just make out the glint of a chandelier in the center of the room’s ceiling. What’s really telling, though, are the tapestry and portraits adorning the walls, every single one of them holding a horse-faced subject or two with gentle features you recognize all-too-well in style. You blink in awe; you were expecting giants, but… are you actually some sort of giant Equestria?!
You complete the 180-degree turn to look at the giant you’re on, proper, but your angle doesn’t give you a good look at her face. You know she’s female- you can make out that the silk you’re standing on is the edge of her chest-high nightgown, and the chest itself is far too pronounced to be a male’s. Most of your view of her is obstructed by chin and her… muzzle… but you can tell she’s not human. If the facial structure didn’t give it away, the bright pink skin certainly did.
The thought sparks memories. Equestria. Ponies.
Rich or royalty.
Pink skin.
“Pinkie Pie?” You say to yourself incredulously, but then you cock your head in doubt. Looking around… no, whoever this is, the hair is far too straight for her, nor does the room match her aesthetics. Not nearly enough confetti or balloons. You sit down to ponder. Maybe this is a world with a more reserved version, or-
A sudden shuffling of the covers on your left suddenly breaks your thought process. You spin to face it, at full adrenaline, just in time to notice a powder-white arm pull out and reach towards you.
“shitshitSHITSHIT-“ You swear repeatedly as you panic to get up, but instead your grip slips on the silk strands around you and you tumble down the incline of her breast flesh-
Directions swirl around you in a maelstrom as you bounce against the ground, before finally landing on your back in a sprawl at the base of the incline. You gasp, and feel fear like your soul’s left your body. The breast you are on is now protectively draped in a paper-white hand the size of a neighborhood, attached to the thick, muscular arm of another giant extending off into the distance.
"Cadence..." a deep, masculine bass voice whispers with a resonance that shakes through the very air around you. One tense moment passes, as you wait for any follow-up motions. Another. Then another. Nothing.
Thank God your giantess is such a heavy sleeper. You release your breath and pant heavily as you process what just happened to you, looking up at a callous thumbprint the size of a house that nearly crushed you. Stupid. Extremely stupid. You were so busy gawping at the size of everything around you, you didn’t even notice that the blanket mountains were vast enough to account for a second giant.
Cadence, he’d said… well, that's one mystery solved, you suppose. You were currently on Cadence, princess and ruler of the Crystal Empire, and that meant the stallion anthro next to her with the porcelain skin must be none other than her husband Shining Armor.
Slowly you get to your feet on the plush ground of Cadence's body, now knowing you’re located somewhere on collarbone. Now you just have to figure out what you do next with that information.
It's luxurious, that’s for sure. The drapes don’t quite conceal stain-glass windows that go up to the ceiling, and you can just make out the glint of a chandelier in the center of the room’s ceiling. What’s really telling, though, are the tapestry and portraits adorning the walls, every single one of them holding a horse-faced subject or two with gentle features you recognize all-too-well in style. You blink in awe; you were expecting giants, but… are you actually some sort of giant Equestria?!
You complete the 180-degree turn to look at the giant you’re on, proper, but your angle doesn’t give you a good look at her face. You know she’s female- you can make out that the silk you’re standing on is the edge of her chest-high nightgown, and the chest itself is far too pronounced to be a male’s. Most of your view of her is obstructed by chin and her… muzzle… but you can tell she’s not human. If the facial structure didn’t give it away, the bright pink skin certainly did.
The thought sparks memories. Equestria. Ponies.
Rich or royalty.
Pink skin.
“Pinkie Pie?” You say to yourself incredulously, but then you cock your head in doubt. Looking around… no, whoever this is, the hair is far too straight for her, nor does the room match her aesthetics. Not nearly enough confetti or balloons. You sit down to ponder. Maybe this is a world with a more reserved version, or-
A sudden shuffling of the covers on your left suddenly breaks your thought process. You spin to face it, at full adrenaline, just in time to notice a powder-white arm pull out and reach towards you.
“shitshitSHITSHIT-“ You swear repeatedly as you panic to get up, but instead your grip slips on the silk strands around you and you tumble down the incline of her breast flesh-
Directions swirl around you in a maelstrom as you bounce against the ground, before finally landing on your back in a sprawl at the base of the incline. You gasp, and feel fear like your soul’s left your body. The breast you are on is now protectively draped in a paper-white hand the size of a neighborhood, attached to the thick, muscular arm of another giant extending off into the distance.
"Cadence..." a deep, masculine bass voice whispers with a resonance that shakes through the very air around you. One tense moment passes, as you wait for any follow-up motions. Another. Then another. Nothing.
Thank God your giantess is such a heavy sleeper. You release your breath and pant heavily as you process what just happened to you, looking up at a callous thumbprint the size of a house that nearly crushed you. Stupid. Extremely stupid. You were so busy gawping at the size of everything around you, you didn’t even notice that the blanket mountains were vast enough to account for a second giant.
Cadence, he’d said… well, that's one mystery solved, you suppose. You were currently on Cadence, princess and ruler of the Crystal Empire, and that meant the stallion anthro next to her with the porcelain skin must be none other than her husband Shining Armor.
Slowly you get to your feet on the plush ground of Cadence's body, now knowing you’re located somewhere on collarbone. Now you just have to figure out what you do next with that information.
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June 2, 2023
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