Caught in a Hot Spot

by Charyb

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Slice of Life
Length: 2280

A shrunken Rainbow Dash finds herself trapped in Twilight's panties! The good news is that Twilight doesn't seem to have noticed her yet. The bad news is that Rainbow still needs to get her attention...

A shrunken Rainbow Dash wakes up to find herself trapped in Twilight's panties! The good news is that Twilight doesn't seem to have noticed her yet. The bad news is that Rainbow still needs to get her attention…

[Micro] [Unaware] [Insertion]

Cover art drawn by leyanor, who makes beautiful ponies.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-27 20:20:01 UTC

Unfaware

"Ugh, fuck, my aching head..." Dash came to on a hammock somewhere — or it seemed like a hammock, anyway. It was a clothy-type something she could recline on, so close enough either way. Something felt off about it, though. She'd lain on a couple of hammocks on camping trips, or when she didn't feel like a cloud, but those had always been rough and scratchy. This one was anything but. She'd never quite reclined on a hammock so soft or so... frilly? That was the word. Frilly. Lacey, trimmed, frilly stuff, the whole lot of it. Weirdest hammock she'd ever been on. Where exactly was sh—

"Geh!" Another bolt of pain spiked in her aching skull. She rubbed her temples and shut her eyes tight to try and block it all out. Celestia, how much had she had to drink last night? Much too much, obviously. No pony should ever be allowed a whole barrel of cider to themselves, even if she had dumped most of it in that prank on Twilight. The pain receded slightly as she chuckled to herself. The look on Twi's face after that one — priceless. Worth every drop... probably. At least Twi had been a good sport about it. Hard to say 'No hurt feelings' like a bottle of rare, distilled Zebra elixir.

Last night had been one hell of a party.

Eventually her hangover fell off and the throbbing agony in her head faded to a dull throb. She shook her head and opened her eyes, trying to adjust her blurred vision to the dim darkness. She was someplace warm, she could tell that much. Warm and humid. Applejack's basement, maybe? It wasn't impossible that she'd fallen down there near the end of last night's party. That'd explain a good chunk of the headache, and at least half of the blackout. One of her friends had probably found her and set her up on the hammock to ride the night out in comfort. She really did have great friends. She'd have to figure out who to thank once she found the door.

"Wish they'd put a light on," she mumbled, rocking herself upright. An errant leg kicked outward to stretch and—

Squelch.

Dash froze as her foot connected with something warm, slimy, and wet. It didn't feel entirely unlike the open mouth of a ravenous manticore, although no powerful jaws with knifelike teeth clamped down on her leg. Rather, it was more like a pair of slick, fleshy lips, molding around her foot as if they were tasting it. "Eugh!" Dash pulled her leg back quickly, foot covered in a weird sort of slime. She wiped it off against the fabric of the hammock. "Hope Applejack won't mind..."

Foot clean, Dash looked back up to the whatever-it-was in the room with her. Her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light by that point, and she could finally make out the outline of the 'monster' in front of her. And immediately she wished she couldn't. The monster was, in fact, a large, fleshy cave, undulating slightly, as if awoken by her kick. Its lips swelled and quivered with a steadily-growing stream of drool, which slowly leaked and pooled at her feet. The temperature shot up a good ten degrees, and the air thickened like a pea-soup fog. A new, heady scent filled the room, and Dash's nostrils flared as she drank it in. She knew this smell intimately, but for Celestia's sake, she couldn't be there... Could she?

When Dash's jaw could drop no further, she picked it back up and set it back in. Her mouth finally managed to make out a few panicked words: "Is that...?"

As if to answer her unspoken question a ball of violet light formed above her head, casting a glow on a background of lacey black panties and confirming that the monster was most definitely what Dash had thought it was. The light traveled lazily over the purple-furred edges of the pussy's lips before settling on a volley-ball-sized clitoris, just peeking out from under its hood. It glowed softly over Twilight's pleasure button, and from somewhere far above came a muffled, throaty moan. The monster's drooling lips opened and shut in a wink, almost as if it knew Dash was there... and was inviting her inside. Maybe Twilight didn't know where she was, but her pussy certainly did.

For a moment Dash stood frozen in awe as Twilight Sparkle — nerd of the year — masturbated in front of her. Her nostrils flared as Twilight's scent thickened, blooming from a faint trace in the background into an overwhelming aroma. The boiling alicorn cum pooling at her feet rose higher as Twi's nectar flowed faster than the fabric could soak it up. The monster itself seemed to expand and stretch toward her, waiting expectantly for her to come over and satisfy all twenty tons of Twi's heaving sex...

"Nope!" Dash bolted for the sides, praying she could escape through the leg-holes. Understanding as Twi had been about last night's prank, Dash absolutely didn't want to explain what she'd been doing in her best friend's panties. Last night's party had clearly gone a lot crazier than she'd realized, but you couldn't just say that to get out of trouble. She'd need a pretty damn good explanation for being in Twi's crotch, and for the moment, she didn't have one. Time to get out of dodge.

Unfortunately, just as she began pulling back the fabric, Twi's cliff-like thighs clamped together and started rubbing. Another moan, long and loud, rang out above Dash's head, and suddenly the leg-holes didn't seem like a good place to get out anymore. Dangerous as it was inside Twilight's panties, it had to be safer than getting squished between her titanic thighs. Died in a damn good masturbation session — words that would never, ever be spoken at Dash's funeral. Not unless she'd been the one getting off.

Reluctantly, Dash turned back to Twilight's dripping slit. The magical glow she'd been using to get off had burnt out, but it was evident from its writhing that her drooling pussy was starving for attention. For some unknowable reason, it seemed Twilight didn't want to finish the job. Maybe she was studying, or reading a book, or something nerdy like that. She had the attention to spare for a quick rub, but couldn't turn away from the Theory of Science (or whatever) long enough to handle it properly.

"What an egghead," Dash sighed. Thinking was a little overrated in her own book, considering how many problems could be solved by flying faster or punching harder. Still, unbidden by her conscious mind, the gears in her own brain were turning. Click, click, click, until the faintest light of genius sparked. "Aha!" She grinned. If she couldn't get out the easy way, then maybe she could get out by getting Twilight off!

She'd been thinking about it wrong the entire time. It wasn't about getting caught in Twilight's panties — it was about getting Twilight's attention. Once Twilight knew she was down there, she could fish Dash out and they could go and fix whatever had made her that small in the first place. Probably Twi wouldn't even be that mad! In Dash's experience, it was hard to get too angry at a friend just after they'd helped you finish... Hopefully Twilight saw things the same way.

"Alright," she said to herself, rolling up her nonexistent sleeves and wiping her brow. It was beyond hot in Twilight's panties now, and only getting hotter as her pussy pulsed and throbbed. Dash had worked up a healthy sweat just standing there, bathing in the fumes of Twilight's arousal. If Rarity'd been along for the ride, she could have cracked a joke about a free sauna, no spa visit required. No company this time, though. Just her and the cunt. "Let's get to work."

She stepped up to the enormous pussy, still winking open and shut in a desperate plea for attention. Dash laid a hand slowly on the quivering lips and winced as they clamped tight on it, coating her fingers in a thick layer of Twi-slime. With a little pulling, she managed to pull it out with a wet pop, rubbing her wrists delicately. "Nothing doing there," she murmured. She glanced upward to Twilight's throbbing, cherry-red clit, sitting just above her head, and grinned. "Yeah, I think she'll feel that."

Buzzing her wings, Dash lifted slowly off the ground, careful not to catch them on the lacey surface of Twi's panties. She'd never even imagined she'd use her wings for something like this before, but there was a first time for everything. Angling herself, back-to-pussy with Twilight, she inched her feather dusters closer and closer to Twilight's sensitive button. If Dash's own experiences were anything to go off of, even small amounts of direct stimulation would be too much for her. With the focused wingpower of the fastest flier in Ponyville? Yeah. One way or another, this would definitely get Twilight's attention.

A sharp gasp from above as Dash's buzzing wings made contact with the throbbing clit, feathers brushing over flesh at high speeds. Globules of marecum came in nigh-on torrents from her writhing slit, soaking into her panties down below as Twilight's gasps and screams grew more frequent up above. "C'mon, c'mon," Dash grumbled as Twilight convulsed. "Come down and get me already!" Her wings were slickening and slowing with every passing second, weighted further with each coating of Twilight's sticky juices. It was all Dash could do to pray that Twilight would soon reach down and pull her to safety...

Or, instead, she could buck her hips upward. Dash froze as Twi's lips clamped down on her leg, dragging her downward with terrifying force. All efforts to stimulate Twilight's clit were forgotten as Dash flapped her wings to pull free, but her soaked-through wings could hardly produce the lift to keep her flying, much less break free of Twilight's hungry cunt. Twilight's screams subsided into low moans as her pussy contracted and slurped a little more of Dash's leg into its warm, wet depths.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!" She flapped her arms desperately to aid her wings, but she could no more free her leg from Twi's pussy than wrestle a bone from an Ursa Major. In her frenzy to escape, Dash kicked blindly at Twi's ravenous nethers, and a shiver ran down her spine as the other leg sank inside. "Oh no!" Her tiring wings were the only thing left to keep her upright, but they proved no defense as Twi's core pulled her further in, midway up to her thighs. "Twilight!" she screamed, beating at her friend's fatty mound as the pussy pulled her in up to her hips. It seemed almost like it was savoring the taste, milking and sucking at her legs like a baby at its bottle. Twilight had to feel her! There was no way she couldn't! She just had to... If she could only shout loud enough... "Twilight, come on, you've got to help!"

"Uuuuuungh..." Another satisfied groan was her only response.

Dash screamed in terror as Twi's pussy clamped down on her arms, pushing up ever so slightly, then pulling her in even further. Up — she pulled against it in a desperate grasp at freedom — then down, sinking her in up to her chest. Up — "Twilight!" she shouted, in one final plea — then down, and she spluttered as she sank to her neck and Twi's welling juices filled her mouth. One last moan from Twilight up above, the loudest yet, as her pussy savored its new toy.

At least one of them was happy now.

Dash sighed and took a deep breath as Twilight's powerful marehood gave her one more push up. It was funny, in a way, after last night's party. She'd thought splashing Twilight with half a keg's worth of apple cider was the ultimate prank, but what do you know? The egghead had proved her wrong after all. And this time, it wasn't apple cider she was covered in, but rather Twilight's own personal lubricant. If — if she ever got out of this one, she'd need at least a dozen showers before she could ever even think of not smelling like Twilight Sparkle's arousal. If Twilight had ever wanted revenge for that prank last night, she'd gotten it a hundred times over.

And she didn't even know it yet.

"Mm..." Twilight moaned as her magic turned another page on her erotic novel, hands occupied with fondling her sensitive tits. Fingers danced lightly over the mounds, now and then pulling at her puffy nipples. Using both hands to grope herself felt almost decadent, and she'd definitely have to do it more often. Normally she'd have dedicated more to teasing herself downstairs, but this time she had a little volunteer helping her out. The best way to relax after last night's party.

She gasped as her pussy finally pulled Dash in, and basked for a moment in the sexual glow of her conquest. Oh, she'd let Dash out eventually, once she'd learned well and truly that impromptu pranks on your friends aren't a good idea, but for now... Well, for now, she could just enjoy the moment. The pure bliss of a wiggly little pegasus in her pussy. The sensation of a tiny friend made tiny sex toy. Her eyes fluttered as she slowly mouthed the words on Dash's lips last night, right as she'd dropped half a keg's worth of apple cider from above: "Gotcha."