You can't take it anymore, flight is your mind's only response to such insanity. Even at your petite size(You'd guess you were only four inches tall at best) you shoot off like a mouse, scampering away in the direction you came. All around you the insane place shifts and turns, almost as if the town itself is trying to keep you from leaving. The rain starts up against, but this time the drops of chocolate milk are big enough to drown in! A herd of buffalo, all standing on their tip-toes and dressed in tutus run past you, nearly grinding you to a pulp beneath them, had you not been so quick to move. The sun rises and falls at random, and the road below you is slick with laundry detergent, but you think you might make it. Just as you reach a spot where the ground seems normal, a geyser of popcorn bursts out from underneath you like a landmine, sending you flying forward.
Arms flailing, you suddenly find yourself wishing you were a Pegasus as you plummet back to earth. Luckily for you, you happen to land in a Jell-O mould that was just lying out beneath a flaming lemon tree, cushioning your fall. But it's just as well, because now you appear to be stuck, from the neck down, in the lime green gelatin. You share the same fate as the bits of fruit that were baked into this jiggily prison. You struggle, heaving your tiny body left and right in an effort toffee yourself, but it's no use. Your only option would be to eat your way out, and your gird your stomach for the task.
Thankfully, before you can execute your "brilliant plan", there is a flash of white light and your tormentor Discord has once again materialized to make your life a bit more chaotic. (It's really for the best, you hate Jell-O)
"Cut cut cut!" He shouts, furrowing his brow in frustration, "Didn't you read the script? I don't have time for prima-donnas you know. Honestly I was expecting a bit more professionalism from the heroine of a fetish interactive."
What in Celestia's flowing mane is this guy talking about? His mind must be as fractured as the rest of his body. He's not even trying to make sense anymore.
"It's so simple, I mean really! You don't even need to be told this!" As he speaks, the Jell-O Mould you're still trapped in starts to levitate, until you're at eye level with him, "You get shrunk, then you decide to head into the nearest building, the library, only to find that Fluttershy is house-sitting for Twilight. She doesn't noticed you, and you're either squashed beneath her rear or accidentally eaten, depending on the choice. Standard shrinking plotline!"
He wiggles his pinky in your direction, and you feel your body expand, first your hooves, then your head, then your torso, until you're right back where you started, save for being covered head-to-hoof in lime jelly. Gosh you hate this stuff.
"Well?" Discord crosses his arms, clearly impatient with you, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
You open your mouth, just in time for Discord to shove a small ballgag inside of it. The straps wrap about the back of your head like magic, binding it tightly in place. Now you can only moan and mumble.
"Hmph, that's what I thought. Well if you can't comply with a shrink scenario we'll have to switch to something even simpler, a rape scenario!"
Your skin goes cold. He, he can't be serious! You scream into your ballgag, and kick your feet out at him, but you might as well be a bunny rabbit to him, it doesn't even phase the terrifying beast. Discord's long body coils around you, you feel his warm, slithering skin brush against yours. You feel his hot breath against your chest. His serpentine tongue flicks against you, and you shudder. You close your eyes, and prepare for the worst.
But, it doesn't come. He doesn't touch you. You almost feel, disappointed.
"Hey!" You scream into your ballgag, "Aren't you going to ravish me?"
He doesn't hear you. He has his head turned away, staring intently at thin air. He smiles and says, "Alright you. Yes you, with the key board and the hard-on. You're a naughty little brony aren't you? You want to see me jam my huge, filthy manhood into this tender young filly don't you?"
He's talking to nothing! He's literally speaking to no one, he's completely loony!
"Oh don't look so surprised. You think the 4th wall is any obstacle for a lord of chaos? Well let's just cut to the chase, I'm going to violate her in one of two ways, and it's all for your enjoyment. Let's take a look at our options..."
You have a feeling you're not going to like this.
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