Story by MitchZer0  
Art by me.  
Our little collaborative story.
 
One St. Patrick’s day, Brainstorm was walking through the woods, following the rainbow, when suddenly he came across the end, and found a pot of gold and a leprechaun pony guarding it. Brainstorm was happy to have found the end of the rainbow, but was a bit nervous having just met a leprechaun pony, who was barely even the size of a filly.  
“Uh, hello, I’m Brainstorm, I was just wondering if I could have your treasure” Brainstorm said.  
The little pony took an interest to Brainstorm, “Me treasure? Why, I think ye might be me treasure”  
“Wh-what do you mean?” Brainstorm responds, to which the small mystical pony says “Why, ye are gonna be me bride”.  
Brainstorm laughs “Why, I couldn’t possibly marry you, for starters, you’re too tiny for me”, this comment struck a certain nerve in the leprechaun stallion though.  
“Who are ye callin’ a wee pony?”  
Suddenly within a flash, Brainstorm’s point of view changed, suddenly the leprechaun stallion felt like a Clydesdale in comparison to the now poor tiny little pony brainstorm.  
“Eep, I’m tiny! But how can I possibly be your bride without a dress?” Brainstorm said.  
Suddenly came another flash, suddenly Brainstorm was in a green and gold ball gown, with golden panties and horseshoes, and golden high heels. The leprechaun stallion pulled out a mirror, and Brainstorm got a good look at himself, he looked so pretty in his new dress, and so cute as a tiny pony. It was going to be a long day for Brainstorm to get out of this one.
 
Poor Brainstorm didn’t want to be a bride to a leprechaun stallion and kept protesting.  
“Ah, what’s wrong with being me bride, wee one? You’ll get to be immortal once the weeding’s done.”  
Brainstorm was kind of interested in the immortality part, but then he remembered that he wouldn’t want to be married to a stallion, fairy folk or not, not to mention it would mean being 3 inches forever, and being literally looked down upon by leprechaun ponies and other similar fairy folk ponies for all eternity. Alas, poor Brainstorm couldn’t hold up that much of a physical protest with the large (at least for him) stallion and got taken to a tower where the wedding would be. He was at least put in a rather large (for him) room to prepare for the ceremony, but the tiny little blue stallion had other ideas, he went for the window and tried to climb down the tower to escape. Unfortunately, for a pony, it was rather difficult, especially in such a poofy dress and high heels, and he ended up slipping.
 
Fortunately for him, he got scooped up by a bird and ended up flying to a forest a decent ways away from the tower. However, Brainstorm slipped out of the bird’s grip and thanks to his dress, floated down into the forest until he landed on top of a bright red and white mushroom. Brainstorm got a good look at his surroundings, realizing just how tiny he was, before hopping off the mushroom and making a long trek through the forest, hopefully a good ways away from the tower. Unfortunately, he didn’t look where he was going and ended up caught in a web of a big spider. The spider came close to Brainstorm with a threatening look. Brainstorm panicked and tried to escape, but to no use as the webbing was just too strong. Poor Brainstorm was frightened, he didn’t want to become a bug’s lunch today.
 
Poor Brainstorm was just about to get eaten by the spider. Suddenly, a scorpion came and fought the spider.  
Luckily, the scorpion cut Brainstorm free and he galloped through the forest as fast as he possibly could. Eventually Brainstorm came to a tree, with a big (at least for his size) door with lots of chattering behind it. Brainstorm walked in as it was open a bit, and found himself in a pub of sorts, with many fairy folk ponies and other similar creatures enjoying a beer. They all stared at Brainstorm, seeing such a small and pretty pony was rare for them.
 
Brainstorm slowly trotted along the pub, as they all stared and whistled at him, some even lifted up his dress to see what was under there and weren’t disappointed. Poor Brainstorm “eeped” multiple times before finding himself on stage. All the fairy folk ponies and creatures stared at the little pony on stage. Brainstorm felt like he had to do a song and dance, and so he did. He tried his hardest, but what came out was a feminine heavy Irish accent singing broken English and Gaelic.
 
He tried dancing but just about every step had him almost accidentally trip over his dress. For some reason though, the audience loved Brainstorm’s performance despite all this. They threw roses on stage which were so big compared to the little blue pony. Brainstorm only blushed at the attention he was getting from all this.