Tiny Spike Gets Into Everybody's Pants

by Head

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Slice of Life
Length: 1635

A tiny Spike awakes to a gigantic world of pants.

A tiny Spike awakes to a gigantic world of pants, that for some reason, he must go inside of.

[Spike is over the age of 18, as is everyone else in this piece of fiction.]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-31 01:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1 – Pantsu

Spike awoke to mass rumblings in the distance that sent vibrations coursing through the hard surface which he laid upon. Eyes fluttering open, the blurred ceiling seemed farther away than usual, and kept swaying in correlation with each vibration.

“What the…” the drake rose with a claw rubbing the back of his head; pupils dilating to the fuzzy uncomfortable lengths around him. “Am I on some sort of stage? It would explain the loud vibrations, but I’m not hearing any music either.”

“Spike!” boomed a voice from afar. The shaking of the wooden floor no longer paused as it continuously tickled his feet. “The girls and I are back from Pinkie’s party. We didn’t see you later in the night and had assumed you went home.”

The drake picked the rest of himself off from the floor, holding a claw at his hip, as his eyes tried to dilated to the fuzziness of the world around him. “When did Twi install a P.E system into the library? And a stage...when did she...stage…”

Spike’s eyes fluttered open and close until the wooden desk he stood upon became clear. The numerous books shelved upon the walls and the bed on unmeasurable proportions resting in the corner.

The lump in the dragon’s throat struggled down his throat. Just last night, Spike had been standing two feet taller than the girls, in celebration for his eighteenth birthday. Now, looking down his frame, he barely qualified to be considered an inch.

When Spike raised his head once more with blank eyes, they came to reflect, the giant that entered the room and looked around. “Can you stop scaring us like this and just come out Spike? This really isn’t the way to treat friends dealing with hangovers.”

The dragon’s entire chest seized up as the greatest sigh leapt out from his mouth, causing for his chest to deflated into his belly. “Oh no…”

His eyes stared into Twilight in the distance, head moving left and right with eyes jumping all over the place, until she threw up her hands and gave a defeated groan. “I swear if you’re just hiding Spike, this will be the last time we take you with us!”

Spike too groaned as he step forward and threw up a claw. “Thanks for being concerned for my safety, Twi! Tch, like she could even hear me.”

“Oh whatever.” Twilight’s hands went to the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up to expose her purple furry belly, then stopping at her chest to give a final look around.

Spike’s eyes flared open as his tail began to lift on its own.

Then, it came. Twilight’s breast jiggled as the tank-top flew off her shoulders and into her laundry bed, leaving only her bra and massive breast open in the air. She then began to walk towards the desk with the lone tiny dragon upon it, her every step causing her puppies to bounce.

Shit! Spike thought as he looked around the desk for a place to hide. I can’t have her finding me when’s she just down to a bra…that shows off those orbs that I had no idea were so big. A lone coffee mug stood upon the desk as well, marking the spot where Spike as going to hide.

Twilight reached the desk with a small yawn, going as far as to do a small stretch that pushed up her boobs just a little bit, before bending forth and taking off her pants. Even if all it would take for Twilight to notice the drake was an inch of the eye, Spike could not help, but peer his eye from the cup and admire that ass.

Wait a minute, what am I even doing? Spike pulled himself back behind the white mug. Twilight’s like my sister or something, so ogling her should be weird. But...she isn’t my sister by birth, so that makes everything okay?

The sound of panties sliding down those furry thighs at Spike turning right back around. Oh fuck this moral bullshit so hard.

Just as Spike’s tail was really, really hard.

The drawer underneath was pulled open and Twilight picked out a new pair of black panties, as well as black leggings. Placing each foot past the strap while looking down, she quickly began to pull the panties up.

C’mon man. Now’s the one chance to get really close to Twilight in a way she could never teach you before.

Spike neared the counter and prepared to leap into the pantry elevator. His foot reached the edge, watching as the black frilly panties were so close to touching heaven, where he too would join.

Holding his foot off from the counter, he tensed his muscles to jump into glory.

Yet he stood still.

The panties conformed to Twilight’s body, snapping into a place, with a smile on her face. “Now to put on these to really impress Carmel.”

Twilight turned around so that her booty faced the desk, with little old Spike forced to take in the greatness of the purple furry cheeks kept together by the black panties. Then, it slowly reached out towards him as Twilight bent over to put on the pants.

It's now or never Spike. You may not have gotten the front seat, but sitting in the back may not be all that bad.

The pants began to rise along Twilight’s legs as they began to fly towards her back. Spike stepped back a few steps, before dashing forward over the seemingly vista of ground below him, reaching a claw into the back of Twilight’s pants.

He latched on at the last moment as he hung from Twilight’s rump to the wooden floor beneath him, not waiting a second to hoist himself over the pant line and to slide down along the soft fabric to Twilight’s back side.

“And...done!”

The slide ended when the ass disappeared fully into the leggings. Instead of falling down into the abyss of the pant holes below, a purple furry cheek pressed Spike into the fabric of the pant.

“Feels a bit weird though.” Mummered Twilight to herself as she approached the mirror.

Spike, on the other claw, felt himself pressed harder and raised higher into the pants as her ass moved in correlation to her movements. Each step felt himself sink further into the cheek as every strand of fur tickled his body, especially his lower half.

Both claws dug into the flesh and squeezed as hard as they could, taking in every amount of sensation possible as it continued to rub against him. Spike was in Twilight pants, with her ass smooshing against him, and she had no clue!

All alone in her pants as she walked, going about her day, unbeknownst to the tiny dragon she kept tight against her ass cheeks. Twilight finally reached the mirror and gave herself a look over, glancing down at her rear, and giving it a little shake.

Spike yelped as he was thrown from the left of the pants to the right, then smothered once more by a cheek. His claws dug into a little too deep into the fur to keep him from falling below, yet his eyes grew when he heard a shriek.

“I felt something!” Twilight said as she pressed her rump against the mirror.

Spike coughed as the purple fur covered all of his face as his back pressed against something. Besides the purple booty encased by black panites, there was only darkness inside Twilight’s pant.

“Hold on...what’s that outline there?”

Spike’s claws dug into the flesh, never stopping to reach the top of the rump. The outline outside the pants began to move, inching away to what lay beneath her tail

“Ew! What is that and why is it in my pants?!”

The dragon reached the top of the pants, clapping his claws together, ready to dive into the asscrack of Twilight Sparkle. He leapt forward into the sweet darkness below, awaiting to fall and be hugged by those cheeks.

Yet that darkness never came, as Spike’s eyes adjusted to the light. Two fingers pinching his tail, he was dangled before two narrowed amethyst eyes. “But this isn’t a bug...it's....Spike!”

Then came the knock at the door. “What’s that Twilight? Did ya find him?”

The knob began to turn as the door creaked.

Twilight eye’s flashed open, blinked, then looked down upon Spike with a guilty smile. “Please forgive me.”

The fingers descended, along with Spike, past the huge breasts that made up twilight’s bust, to the front of the pants that had been pulled open. “Hold up Twilight! Wait just a sec!”

The black panties were pulled from the purpled belly exposing Twilight’s crotch to Spike’s virgin eyes. “It’s one thing for me to go on my own, but another for you to put me in there.”

The fingers held Spike just above her tummy, the panties pulled out below him, as the support on his tail let go. He fell past the lands of purple until he fell past the line of Twilight’s pants, the world disappearing above it, as his back fell upon something frilly, yet soft. It bounced him forward into Twilight most personal of parts.

And with a snap, Twilight’s panties pressed him against her pussy. Each of her steps forcing them to conform to her body, thus, pressing Spike further into her crotch. Too much of this would cause for him to slide in more than what he would like.

“Stop fidgeting Spike.” Twilight said with a small blush. “I have to go tell the girls to go away, and I can’t keep a straight face with you doing that.”

It was quite the conversation indeed, if Spike were to have anything to say about it.