A Giant Threesome

~ 9 ~

Journey Across the Arm

“Hey, Fluttershy?” I said, placing my claws on her index finger. “Think you could do me a favor?”

The view from between her finger gave way to her distant, teal eyes as they blinked. “Of course. What do you need?”

“It's a bit more complicated than that.” Taking my claws off from her finger, I then stretched out my right arm, turning it until its underside faced up. “For now, can you hold out your arm like this? I'd like to get a little closer to you if that's okay.”

Her gigantic lips curled into a smile all by themselves. I didn't mean to be corny or deep or anything like that, but my words somehow had an effect, and I was touched because of that. I opened my mouth to correct myself, but stumbled instead, as a shiver trembled across her palm.

My feet stumbled forward on the surface of the floor, each step impressing into the flesh, and my claws reached for her finger, holding around its base for support. Fluttershy's face became blurry as she stretched out her arm, held out her palm, and exposed the expanse of her long wrist.

“Ha!” My arms burned, strained from holding on during the movement, but I pushed off her fingers all the same. Walking across her palm, I held out my arms, raising them as I gestured toward the giant girl. “Looks like I've got one heck of an adventure in store, don't I?”

“Maybe you do,” Fluttershy replied, with a tone devoid of shyness. Her eyes followed along with my every miniature step up and along her wrist. “Rarity always keeps going on about how long my arms are. She said it was a good thing to have for my height, but...”

As I walked along her wrist, my abdomen clenched with every step. From her palm, the way only narrowed down her wrist, and because of that, one wrong step, a misplacement of weight into a leg, and I would stumble and fall, right off her wrist and to the sheets far, far below.

I didn't want to put Fluttershy through that.

I also didn't want her to worry about me.

“But what?” I held my arms like a kid pretending to be an airplane—half to look childish, and half to better maintain my balance as my feet trace over one of her tunnel length veins. “What's on your mind, giiiiirrrrrlllllfrieeeeennnnd?”

Fluttershy giggled, and for once, it made my stomach churn. A vibration coursed through her arm, making it tremble, the vibration rocking through my feet. I breathed heavily as my arms flew up and down, trying surviving the gigglequake.

“It's just...ahmmm.” Fluttershy tucked in her bottom lip and her eyes narrowed. Then, after I planted both of my feet firmly into her skin, she let out her lip and spoke again. “I'm worried that my arms are too long.” She shook her head gently, and strands of her waterfall mane swayed through the air. “I'd much rather be taller.”

“And I would rather you be exactly as you are.” The sight of her elbow crept over the side of the yellow arm, and as my feet touched down on her non-existent bicep, I looked up the expanse of skin and fur that awaited me upward to her shoulder. I looked up further and locked with her eyes. “Besides, if you get any better, then I won't have the stamina to scale you.”

Another giggle, not as dangerous as the last, but her raised eyebrow afterward certainly was. “Was that a compliment or an insult?”

“Both,” I said, curling the digits of my feet into her skin for better grip. Walking up her arm was like climbing a steep hill—only this one occasionally shifted. “So, how about you take the compliment, and I'll take the insult.”

“Hmm.” Her giant eyes averted from my efforts, a ploy to be sure, but it gave me a moment of respite to collect myself. Very briefly, I fell to my knees, used my claws to grab a handful of sin, and breathed heavily. Then, in under a second, I was back on my feet—just as her gaze fell on me again. “I'll take you up on that deal.”

“Aren't you just merciful.”

She stuck out her tongue—an adorable act of monstrous proportions. “I think you're a liar, though.”

“What!” I threw out my arms in surprise and mock rage. “You dare accuse me of anything? I too tiny to tell a lie!”

“Everybody lies!”

My heart skipped a beat. I stood, tall as can be—disregarding the possibility of falling overboard. With my arms slack and my head held up, I gazed up at the wonderful women, and I felt ready to cry. “You've watched House?”

Fluttershy nodded, retracting her tongue and replacing the gesture with a genuine smile. “You were always going on about how much you liked it. So I watched it so we could have something to talk about.”

I couldn't believe my ears, and a second later, my mouth. “Can I just marry you and get the formalities out of the way?”

I shook my head before I could close my lips. In a second, the idea of falling to my death became a better alternative to listening to the results of my words. A pit formed in my stomach, born from how I already played on Fluttershy's feelings.

“You wouldn't be able to lift the ring,” the voice rang from above me. I looked, having reached the incline of her shoulder, and gazed into her sidelong smirk. “And even if you could, I very much doubt you could get it on my finger.”

Laughter roared out of me. I didn't expect it to—but, then again, I didn't expect for Fluttershy to have an epic comeback. Scared because of how sensitive she was, I'd always keep a chain on my tongue whenever I was around her—a chain broken by today.

And then my body heaved forward, the flesh escaped from between my feet, and my claws flew through and along the air, trying to grab something as my body fell forward, reaching nothing as I slipped off the skin and began to plummet.

The racing wind blew, chilly and loud, across my face; cutting into my ears. Coldness froze my scales and emptiness filled my stomach. Below, past the blurriness, pixels of redness seeped into my vision, and I knew exactly where my destination lied.

My body sliced through the air as the wind left at my feet. The beating of my heart overwhelmed every other sensation in my body, as well as my feelings—all of them but one. I feel it, the weight of her gaze set on my descending body, horror consuming her expression and freezing her body.

By the time she became unlocked, I would have already met my mark.

I hated myself. Anger, rage, shame—each filled my veins as tears flew from my eyes. I couldn't think or scream or tell the giant girl that it wasn't her fault. There was so much I needed to tell her, to say this wasn't her fault, that I was sorry about all of this, and that I truly liked her back.

But my chances of redemption were as cold as the temperature I experienced in my descent.

Which is why I was so confused when a sudden warmth crept over me.