A Giant Threesome

~ 10 ~

Journey Inside the Decision

Absence. It's a strange feeling, all because it wasn't a feeling at all. It's a lack of feeling, a horrible emptiness expanding from my limbs, freezing my already cold blood. The feeling of absence, the kind brought about in the face of death, cannot be described, because it made me feel nothing—the horrible nothingness brought about when I close my eyes for the final time.

The wind crashing along me stripped some purple scales off my body, yet I didn't feel any pain. Absence consumed me. It comforted me to what came after. No thoughts, fears or shame entered my mind. Inhaling deeply, I accepted my foolish fate.

And then something confused me.

Warmth. The kind found under a heavy blanket after a long day. It washed over me, fighting through the wind, snaking and stretching across my body, like magic picking me up. But this was different; the sensation at least.

This sudden warmth filled me, consoled me, saved me. Where I was once in agreement with the nothingness inside of me, I was then set at peace with the warmth protecting me. It gave me a feeling. A feeling that felt good. The world blurred around me in an assortment of colors, yellow and pink and white.

Then, with a blink of the eyes, the blurriness of the ascending world cleared away. The massive, stretching body of the yellow girl descended along with me, at a speed much quicker than my own, as her legs slipped further along the bed, and her back slid down the headrest.

The sudden movement surprised me, but it didn't surprise as much as my sudden shift in destination. The titanic body moved down, shifting as it did so, adjusting itself until the gigantic chest, the two breast the size of the softest mountains, devoured my descending shadow.

I gulped. The pair of breasts grew in size and roundness by the passing second, exposed to the world as the blanket once tied around it fell away. She must have undone it quickly with her fingers. From above, I watched it fall away, down the skinny length of her stomach, dropping and collecting at her crotch.

I couldn't change my trajectory. Not that I would live if I did. It was my fault that I had fallen, so it only seemed right that I fixed it—but death rarely fixes anything. A gathering of butterflies fluttered their wings inside my stomach; Fluttershy had stopped moving, and her bosom awaited me.

The air flying by me, the chest awaiting me, the cock twitching inside of me—these acts made me feel weird and aroused. The top of her perky nipple sliced into the corner of my vision. Underneath her rack, two slender arms snaked, pushing up against her bust; pressing her orbs together, her cleavage became plentiful as I grew nearer.

Give it to Fluttershy to use her own sexuality to save my life.

In a second, the centre of her cleavage-filled expansive of my vision—nothing else in my gaze expect soft, fluffy yellowness. I crashed, hard, into her flesh, my momentum reduced as the top of her boobs reverberated in a few jiggles.

It was enough to slow me, but not enough to stop me.

My face coursed straight through the crack of her cleavage. Gravity pushed me through her tits, through the softness of the fat that pressed at either side of me. The walls of her boobs grew tighter with every inch I traveled downward—but I flew right through her crack.

Fluttershy had gigantic tits for a girl of her size, much less at my own size. But they weren't enough. There wasn't enough of them to stop me, to trap me, to save me. The threat of death flashed through my mind, though the feeling of absence didn't accompany it, as the warmth of her body still filled me.

The warmth of her chest; my dick twitched again.

Then the walls of her breasts pressed against me. The softness of her fur conforming around and along my body, rubbing against my scales. The sudden force jabbed at my stomach, causing me to exhale heavily—though the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant.

The pressure intensified by the second. Yellow filled my vision. My body ceased to fly, ceased to move, caught at deep in the woman's bosom. A relaxed sigh rang from above, and a second later, the pressure gave away—the fur of her breast began to pull away, though it still kept me locked in place.

“Phew!” Fluttershy's voice said from above. I craned my neck, gazing upward from the valley of her cleavage, the sides of my vision filled with the top of her breasts; the center of my vision filled her looming, gigantic face. She too craned her neck down, smiling down at the dragon caught in her rack. “Are you okay?”

“I'm not sure.” I wiggled against the weight of her breasts. They had my arms tucked underneath them, locking them to my sides. “I feel alive, but I'm confused.”

She batted her massive eyelashes. “Oh dear. What's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong,” I said. “But if this is heaven, shouldn't I be dead?”

Another giggle came from lips, but this time, it didn't make me smile.

Guilt still consumed me. “Sorry for putting you through this, though.”

Fluttershy arched an eyebrow. “Putting me through what?”

“Well, everything in general, but more so just saving my life right now.” I coughed. It was hard to talk to a girl whose chest you were in, whose breasts had your arms trapped at your sides, and who didn't seem to mind these facts one bit. “Sorry I had to put you through...something like this again?”

“Something like this?” Fluttershy repeated the words, blinking. Then, after gazing at me for a few seconds, lighting widened her eyes. “Oh, this!” A smile swept across her lips. She tilted her head, hair swaying in the air, and she raised her hands, clasping them together sweetly in the air. “I don't mind something like this at all!”

“Fluttershy?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Think you could stop c-clasping your h-hands?” I choked out, coughing. Her teal eyes from above lowered their gaze on me again, and this time, seeing how her wrists pushed together her breasts—crushing me with the softness of her bosom. “Don't think I have much life left in me.”

“Sorry!” At once, from over my head, her hands fell away, falling from the sky and down the slenderness of her body, dropping at her sides. “Are you alright? I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“I'm alright,” I said, which wasn't far from the truth. Tucking in my bottom lip, my fangs bit down upon it, trying to repress the shame and arousal of my cock—free from its sheath and painfully and pleasurably pressed against my belly. “But, uh, if you don't take me out of here soon, we may have another kind of problem.”

Fluttershy's face stared at me from above, distant and enormous, every beautiful detail about her, from the length of her lips to the fur on her cheeks pronounced. Those same cheeks colored pink, and though her head reclined, her eyes didn't look away. “W-What kind of problem?”

Unable to shrug, I let my head fall left. “You know the kind.”

The pink on her cheeks then burned red.

“C'mon, you can't blame me for that.” It's a weak defense, but it was the only one I had. “You know what it's like to be trapped in a cute girl's cleavage? Countless guys would kill just to spend a few seconds here!” She lost her smile, and at once, I thought I was screwed. “Seriously! Please don't be mad if I got a little excited.”

I shook my head. “I promise. I'll make it up to—“

“You think I'm cute?”

Her voice cut through my selfish concerns. Looking back up at her face, she still wasn't smiling, but in the same vein, she wasn't frowning either. She had looked angry, but upon squinting my eyes, I realized it wasn't anger I was seeing.

I was seeing nervousness.

Fluttershy wasn't angry.

She was scared.

“Of course I think you're cute,” I said, wanting to scratch the back of my neck, but couldn't. “Always have and always will. Anyone who thinks otherwise is just blind and without the pleasure to touch your face to find out otherwise.”

The corners of her lips stretched, but only by a bit. “...what else about me do you find cute.”

“Not just cute, but beautiful as well.” My heart was slashing at my chest with its every beat, but the pain was dull. The expression of my feelings, of having all that I felt and thought and sense drain away, drained my body of everything that had made it tense. “Everything about your face, from your eyes to your lips just scream—no, whisper softness. Looking at you, gazing at you, I always feel so calm afterward—which is a shame, because you always turn away.”

A bulge traveled down her throat, and I could feel it travel from the reverberations that came from her chest. “K-Kinda hard not to, when you h-have a t-tall, handsome d-dragon looking d-down at y-y-you.”

“I'm not so tall anymore, Fluttershy.”

“I know, that's why I'm able to ask all this.”

Silence filled the air.

Then.

“Do I really e-excite you?”

I blinked, looking up. “Huh?”

“You said that you were, uhm, e-excited while in my chest.” Fluttershy's eyes flitted over me once more. “And that made me wonder if I was, uh, y-you know...something m-more th-han just c-c-cute.”

Fluttershy, in her worst moments, was able to make everyone feel nervous. The energy she expelled always brought a chill into the room. With a girl so innocent and fragile, it was easy to understand why those affected were then careful with their words.

“You wanna know...” I continued carefully, “...if I think you're sexy or not?”

She meeped, and a second later, nodded her head.

“Well, I mean, of course you're sexy.” The felt like vomit coming out of my mouth—I even slid my fangs down my tongue to rid myself of the filth. “Though, if I'm being honest, it's kinda hard to see you as sexy.”

“Huh!?” Her silence broke away. “W-Why is that? Did I do something wrong with my looks? Is my bust not big enough? My butt not fir—“

“It's none of those things,” I replied, gently. If I could, I would have slipped my arm out from my side and set it on the top of her breast. “And trust me, you've got a rack to kill for. It's just, that...”

Fluttershy's face inched closer—like the sun falling to earth.

“You're innocent, 'Shy.” I couldn't find any other way to put it. I was afraid of broaching this topic with her, of expressing my feelings in a way that may hurt her own, but no matter the words I choose, there was no way I couldn't change my stance. “For a long time now, you've been this beautiful, innocent girl. To see you as anything more than that.”

I really couldn't blame Fluttershy. This was as close as a confession as we were going to get, and because of that, she was shying away into herself—holding her arms to her chest, hugging both her breast and myself.

A gasp escaped me, though the movement didn't register with her, and it wouldn't either. The pressure at my sides never gave up, but it was a pain worth its price, if it bought the girl some comfort during this awkward time.

“Why isn't it okay for you to see more as something more than that?”

It wasn't an accusation, but it felt like one. My heart beat wildly as my mind struggled to comprehend the unfolding events. Even in the pursuit of her own heart, Fluttershy was innocent.

And that made me wonder.

Why wasn't I allowed to be the same?

“Because I don't deserve a girl like you, Fluttershy,” I said at last, taking a couple of deep breaths. “You're kind and sweet and sexy, and a creep like me shouldn't be picturing what you look like without a bra.” I shook my head. “There's just something horribly perverted about it.”

“That's... it?”

I shook my head, then gazed upward. “Huh?”

“All this time, you were worried about seeing me without my clothes?” Fluttershy asked, almost demanded, even though it was all rhetorical. “That nudity and sexuality and the like is some sort of crime?”

“Not at all!” I would have waved my claws if I could, though I began to wiggle again, groaning as I pushed my arms up along the flesh of the breasts, which were pressing against them. “Of course you get naked and... think about sex and all that kind of stuff. It's just that someone like me doesn't deserve to think of you like that.”

“And what if I think about you like that?”

I coughed. It was hard to breathe. “E-Excuse m—“

“You heard what I said!” Fluttershy's fluffy ears puffed up, and she wrinkled her snout as well. “You're too small not too. And now that I have you in my grasp, y-you're going to listen to what I have to say.”

The shift in her tone caught my attention, though it wasn't enough for me to stop struggling.

“A-And I command you to keep still!”

I began to slow in my movements, looking up to see that she was looking down at me, eyes narrowed; expression assertive. With her eyes trained on me, with her voice commanding me, with her body holding me, there was no reason to disobey her, so my struggles came to cease.

“Alright Fluttershy, you got me.” As I settled into place, there was a strange sense of peace. If Rainbow Dash had done the same thing with me, a fire would have shot through my veins, and at once, my efforts would have struggled to regain control.

Even when that failed, I'd usually find myself in a state of despair. But no such feeling washed over me now. Here, even with my control taken away, my mind wasn't filled with hopelessness, but rather, of the softness of the breasts that pressed against me, and the smile at watching someone fighting their way out of their shell.

Fluttershy asserted herself over me.

And I couldn't have been gladder for it.

“E-Everyone likes to think that I'm this defenseless little girl, but it's simply not true!” Fluttershy shook her head. “I'm a girl just like the rest! Just because I'm small doesn't mean that I'm little, that I don't have b-breasts and a p-p-pussy and an ass!” Her fingers twitched as her hands moved an inch—like they wanted to cover said areas. “And don't think I don't have p-perverted thoughts about you either!”

I was more confused than surprised. “You do?”

“It's hard not to!” Fluttershy's cheeks, despite their redness, were offset by the narrowness of her eyes. She looked embarrassed and scared, yet with the courage and dignity to express her feelings and fantasies. “I t-touch myself at night just t-thinking about it! Of you chest pressing down on my own, your big arms holding me up, your sharp snout then past my f-folds, t-tongue deep inside of me.”

“That last one I've already done,” I said, and this time, without fear of my words hurting her. “But you really think of me like that?”

“...I may have followed you to the gym once or twice.”

“Huh.”

“I just couldn't talk to you is all.”

I shook my head. “And now that I'm small?”

“You're much easier to talk to now.”

I let my head drop down, closing my eyes. This was killing me. Days, weeks, months: all spent, alone, in my room or at work, reading or cleaning; working out when I could. For so long, it felt like I was building myself for something—becoming worthy of some distant love and admiration.

But this? I was tiny, an inch without much muscle, unable to tower over the girl I wanted to impress. The feeling was there. Just saying her name, Fluttershy, was enough for my heart to kick right into gear. The image of her face was like setting butterflies in my stomach.

And I wouldn't be fucking lying if I didn't come close to beating my meat to her once or twice.

“Are you still with me, Spike?”

I laughed. A chuckle small enough to elude the giant's hearing. The absurdity of the situation, of my life thus far was too much of a joke to pass up. I wanted to be in control for when love came my way, but as it stood, love had finally come when I had no control at all.

Was Fluttershy and I not to be together, then? A feeling in my gut told me so.

“Yeah, I'm still here,” I said, lifting my head. “Just, not sure what to make of this is all.”

“That's okay.” Fluttershy was sounding like normal again. Her assertion gone in a second. “I can handle whatever it is you have the say,” she said. “I just couldn't handle not having the full story between us. Now that I've gotten all of my feelings out there, I'm exactly feeling rather glad.”

“Well,” I replied, “I'm glad that you're feeling glad.”

A moment of silence.

“So!” Fluttershy began, sitting up slightly on the bed. “Since we no longer have to worry about that, we should probably get dressed.”

“Dressed?”

“Mmhmm.” Fluttershy nodded. “You've been here for most of the evening, and I would hate to think of Twilight getting home and not seeing you there.” She then shook her head. “I couldn't live with myself if that happened.”

Easy. The giant body began to lurch, getting ready to get off the bed. My course had been set—Fluttershy didn't even wait for me to give an answer; she already knew what I wanted: to get big again.

To regain control.

There wasn't any need to use my words to sway her. Unlike Rainbow, I didn't need to convince her that the big world didn't scare me, or the non-existent power I still possessed, or to use her self-interest for me to still get my way.

Fluttershy respected me and my wishes.

But more importantly than that, she didn't use the control she had over me.

“Before you do that,” I said up to her, which caused Fluttershy to stop moving as she looked down at me, “mind if I ask you a question? The kind I need you to answer honestly.”

“Of course,” Fluttershy said. “I'll answer anything for you.”

I gulped. “When we get back to Twilight, you know she's going to grow me back, right?” Fluttershy nodded, eyebrow slightly raised. “When I become tall and...scary again, what do you think will happen between us?”

“Well,” she said, “what do you want to happen between us?”

“Something,” I replied. “I wish I could say something more than that, but today just has me all sorts of confused. There's defiantly something between us.” I shook my head as my shoulders grew heavy. “Just not able to define it yet. We need to nurture it soon.”

“And we can do that once you're big!”

She believed it.

I knew she did, which is why I hated myself when I didn't.

“Will you be able to assert yourself once I'm taller than you?” Something nasty was coming out, a desire to discover the truth—no matter the shame it brought me. “When I'm a proper dragon, will you be able to confess your feelings again? When I scare you, will you be able to assert yourself?”

“Well, I mean...”

“How about talking?” Why was I still going on? “You may do the dirty when you talk to me, but when was the last time you and I had a proper conversation? Last I checked, you have trouble talking to guys—especially the ones you like.”

Fluttershy didn't reply to that one, or maybe she couldn't.

“If you take me back to Twilight,” I said with a heavy breath, “we'll only break apart once things return to normal. What's happening now, what we feel for each other: we'll just consider the whole thing some weird dream.” I shook my head. “Maybe even pretend it didn't happen at all.”

“But it did happen!” Fluttershy said down at me. There were tears welling at the corner of her eyes. “I like you, and you like me! I don't care if you become big again! I'll just find a way to love you again!”

“That won't be happening.”

I felt her heart stop.

“It...won't?”

I shook my head.

This time, tears fell from her eyes, and she rose a hand to cover her quivering mouth. “And w-why is that?”

Finally, I smiled.

“Because I won't be growing back anytime soon.”