A Giant Threesome

~ 11 ~

Journey Inside the First Time

“You...don't want to get big anymore?”

I shook my head. “Yup.”

Silence.

I should probably add to that. “I mean, I do wanna get big again sometime soon—“ I sighed heavily from between Fluttershy's breasts “—just doesn't have to be now.”

“But...” Words seemed to fail my captive. She was sitting up now, back straight and chest out, her legs sliding off the bed—though her feet didn't touch the floor. “...wasn't getting big again the whole point of this? Everything that you've gone through, the h-humiliation...”

Her sentence faded into silence.

In my head, images flashed: the giant rack of cyan breasts; the soft field of black fabric, a pair of panties, that pressed me against the lips of a quivering pussy; the moist and dim walls of a cunt that led further into a women—all of these things and places I endured without any choice in the matter, besides my pathetic attempts to show them up.

“When I get big again,” I broke the silence with my words, earning the gaze of the giant face from above, “I'll also become in control again.” I couldn't suppress a chuckle: the image of me, a tiny dragon popping out the top of a girl's cleavage, always tickled my funny bone. Not only that, but I wonder if it ever hurt poor Fluttershy's neck to constantly stare down into her breasts and talk to them.

Most would call her crazy.

The rest, of course, would find that hot as fuck.

“But the thing is,” I continued, “it would be great to be able to tower over Dash—in fact, I'd like to push her around when all of this is done—but not at the cost of maybe losing you.” I inhaled deeply to repress the beatings of my heart; I could hear hers from the faint vibration beating through her chest. “So until you feel comfortable around me, I'll keep being small.”

“S-Spike...” Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, and after a small hiccup, she let herself cry freely. In pure swiftness, her legs flew back onto the bed, her back fell back against the headboard, and her arms wrapped around her chest in an attempted to hug little ol' me. “That's the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me!”

The fur of her round, firm breasts encompassed around me. Her boobs, pressed together by her wrists, pushed and mashed against one another with weak (but lucky) me in the middle. Their pressure and weight should have suffocated me, but the sides of her boobs were not like walls as they took my size.

My body pressed into her breasts, giving me some space to breathe as I rolled about her cleavage. The air was growing tight, enough to breathe but not enough to fill my lungs as oxygen deprivation took its effect. Everything felt light, but instead of my vision going black, it was instead filled by the butterscotch yellowness of Fluttershy's rack.

How do I describe the sensation of being motorboated by two gigantic boobs? To have hills of nothing but yellow softness fill your vision, each one jutting out forward, like a mountain of pleasure begging to be climbed.

The resounding giggle from above celebrated this innocent moment, one made of pure, sexual bliss of boobs beating into me.

In terms of my fate, there wasn't much different from when Rainbow had me—at least, in this case, the ministrations were of malicious intent. That was enough to soothe my ego, uncurl my claws, and enjoy the pounding of boobs as their fur continuously rubbed again my scales.

Waves of boob flesh rippled alongside me, rolling me with its every current, up and down, pressing inward then bounced outward. A moan escaped my lips, something hard and sensitive growing between my legs, nothing but softness caressing and encouraging my enlarging cock.

I lowered my head with a blush reaching down to my neck. I'd endure two giant women and their cavernous pussies, and somehow, after the many times I'd blown my load, my dick was still ready to go with what Fluttershy was doing to me.

Fluttershy, that cute little girl, the innocent beauty never to be touched with indecency—her breasts and her ass to always be covered and never to be thought about. My heart beat painfully at the thought of her, at the thought of kissing her firm little lips, my arm wrapped around her waist, claw cupping her rear.

It was all so dirty and wrong.

And the worst part of all this?

I was turned on by all of it.

“Thank you, Spike,” the voice came softly as the meshing of her breasts slowly came to a stop. From beyond the peak of her rack, the slender wrists holding them together began to pull away, removing all pressure from the boobs as they then jiggled back into place. “You don't know how much this means to me.” She paused. “E-Especially coming from you.”

“You've done more than your fair share for me in the past,” I replied as I craned my head, gazing up at her looming face. My cock was hard and seeing her glinting, teal eyes was not helping to do away with my arousal at all. “I'm just glad you're trying to improve yourself, and if helping you assert yourself over me help you get over your fears, then I'm willing to play the part.”

Her eyes blinked and her head tilted slightly. “A-Assert myself?”

I nodded. “You got Rainbow involved because you had a hard time asserting yourself, right? It's safe to say you've got your best friend in the bag, but how about saying what you truly feel to the dragon you've got a crush on?”

Her teeth, pearly white and once small compared to mine, now each were the size of my entire body. I watch as the wall of white came down on her bottom lip, nibbling at it with such cuteness that I thought my dick would explode.

Just what the fuck was wrong with me?

“That's what I thought,” I said, hoping that her enormous. cleavage was enough to hide my fully hard shaft. We'd gotten past the 'just friends' territory, and despite the crazy shit that happened between us, I doubt now was the best time to start showing my dick off to the girl I previously thought sacrilege to do so to.

“Listen, even if things don't work out between us,” I began, “I still want things to go well for you. From here on out, no matter what happens, I am under your control, and you can say or do whatever you want to me.” I inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply as the veins in my wrists chilled. “I'm not going to lie and say a dragon giving up their control is easy, but no matter what happens, while you're still strong and I'm still small, I want you to assert yourself—to take control over the situation.”

Fluttershy was silent.

This must have been mind-boggling for the both of us. Never before had such confidence struck me in the presence of a girl, one where I steered the course for both of us, knew what right and went that way, no matter the cost to myself—or to her.

“I can't even begin to imagine how tough things have been for you,” I said upward, wiggling my arms left and right, and due to the the movement of before, was able to pull my arms out and up into freedom—letting them come down again to rest on the surface fur of her boobs. “Having the dragon you like secretly inside of you, yell at you, then caught in-between your b-breasts.”

Heh. Looks like even I struggled with talking about sex.

“But you gotta do this.” With my claws pushing down into her breasts, I slowly began to push myself up—hoping to free myself from her prison. “You can't be scared to say the things you truly feel anymore.” My waist lifted out of her cleavage, using her rack for support, as my feet were going to be next to become free. “You've gotta c-chance every moment you got, to chase after everything ya want, or else everything will be for nothing!”

Finally, after a final push, my legs slipped up from between the walls of her boobs, which filled in the space I once created. Unsteadily, my feet placed themselves on either top of her breasts, each impressing an inch into the fur, as I endeavored to stand straight.

Then, in lifting my hand, I pointed a claw up at her—backed by my gaze of determination. “So keep me small however long it takes to get over yourself!”

I went for a look of general badassery, though I proably looked like an idiot. My stance as crooked due to my uneven footing, my words didn't make much sense, and overall, my position in life didn't inspire confdience.

But I didn't care about such things as I held my place, letting the moment take me, and the giggles from above fill me. Before I knew it, a pair of fingers descended from above, long and slim, each one slightly bigger than my body.

They came down over my head and wrapped around my waist, the sight of mere fingers dwarfing me, arousing me, as the rest her hand took up the entire space behind me. With that being said, the fingers didn't clutch around me just yet, and that in of itself made me sigh.

“You going to pick me up?”

“Can I, uhm, please do that, then?”

My head fell forward. “We're going to have a lot of work ahead of us.”

Fluttershy still didn't do anything, so with a nod of my head, she came to smile, and in the next second, I felt her smooth fingers wrap around my waist. They gave me a small but tight hug at first like they were overjoyed at finally touching her pride. Above, the giant face smiled.

Then, with a pull, the fingers lifted me up, up from her bosom, which shrunk away from below my feet. Watching the world descend around me never ceased to amaze me, especially when the girl held me close to her body, letting me travel along her throat, which then swallowed—almost like it knew it was under my own gaze.

It killed me inside to know the massive throat could easily take me. Fluttershy would never do it, but if she wanted, she could easily pop me inside her mouth, swirling me around with the use of her tongue, and once she had devoured my flavor, plopped me to the back of her throat, and then swallowed me.

I'd be nothing more to the outside world than the bulge being carried down her throat, slowly and pronounced, with maybe her hand from outside pressing against me, slowing my descent. Then, all too soon, I would slip inside her stomach, and no one would know about the cute little girl with the tiny dragon inside her tummy.

I shuddered at the thought, confused as to why my dick was suddenly aching at the idea of it.

Then the yellow expanse of Fluttershy's face faded in before me. My size, my body, my being held just above her nose, between her eyes, in the middle of her gigantic face. Her half-lidded eyes gazed at me, a flush of pink beneath them. There was something different about 'Shy, and this feeling of off-ness intensified when she flashed her teeth.

“So,” Fluttershy began, still struggling with her words, “I can do whatever I want with you?”

Her stature was intimidating, but I held myself together. “Yup. We're going to get some practice here, so whatever you wanna say or do, try doing it now.”

“Well, if it's okay with you, I would like to ask a question.”

“Shoot.”

“What's that between your legs?”

Together, our gazes traveled downward, until they landed on my junk.

I yelp escaped my lips as I at once brought my claws over my cock, trying to cover myself the best I could, but couldn't fully cover myself up. Shivering, I couldn't believe my cock was in the open, much less exposed to the giant girl that seemed like she couldn't stop looking at it.

Then, without warning, the nails of her fingers pushed up against my claws, lifting them away from my dick as it was now free to the open wind and the giant gaze. Fluttershy's enormous face inched forward to get a better look, licking her lips at the sight of my pride.

“Look, it wasn't my intent to pop a boner!” I exclaimed with my claws raised in surrender. “But putting me in your cleavage and rolling me about was—“

“Please don't explain.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I've liked you for a very long time now,” Fluttershy said, her words slow and her staring long. Nervousness still plagued her tone, though it was still bleeding away. “I've always wondered what a dragon c-cock looked like, and now that I'm looking at one, I can't seem to look away.”

“T-Thanks?”

Fluttershy's lips drew closer and began to push out. “You...I...” She shook her head. “You enjoyed being in my b-breasts so much that you got excited, right?”

“I-I mean, yeah.” I scratched the back of my neck, unsure about how to go about all this. “I mean, you're already hands down attractive, so having me in your chest was just the last card to fall.” I then gulped. “You're not mad, are you?”

Fluttershy kept silent.

“...'Shy?”

Then. “Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“This whole session is to help me assert myself, right?” Fluttershy didn't even wait for a response before continuing. “To say and do the things that I truly feel, and nothing else?”

“Ideally.”

“Well then, to be honest with you, having you trapped in my breasts has been making me h-horny this entire time!” Fluttershy continued. The fingers around my waist tightened, gripping my entire body with a mere two fingers. “I've been holding myself back for so long now, but now that I have you between my fingers, I'm having trouble keeping myself in check!”

Her face blurred away as the fingers shot downward. The top of her breasts was flying at me, and before I had the chance to scream, my face was buried into her flesh and fur, my cock poking against their surface as they enveloped my rod.

“Always so big and scary to talk to,” Fluttershy's voice giggled out, almost in sweet relief, “now tiny enough to be held against my boobs.” She pushed me deeper into her bosom. “Rainbow Dash always told me they were the key to winning you over, but I never expected them to be able to hold you either!”

My heart jolted. I writhed against her palm, which pressed hard against my back, pushing me into the softness of her right breast. My movements did nothing to her, and in the confined space between her hand and her breast, it was dark and suddenly very hard to breathe.

My mind became alive with paranoia as my breathing bordered on hyperventilation. Her fur kept rubbing up and down my body, much like Rainbow's before this, and in this torment, I wondered if I'd made some mistake.

“I finally have you, Spike,” Fluttershy's voice came from beyond her hand, slightly muffled. “I finally have my Spike.”

I slowly stopped moving. The space between her hand and her boob was tight and scary, but after hearing 'Shy's voice again, I realized I had nothing to be scared of. Sure, the sudden change of character was something to raise an eyebrow at, but I was the one that asked for this—the one who gave up his control on the situation in order to help his friend.

There wasn't much to be done about the hand pressing against my back. There wasn't much of a reason to struggle against it. There wasn't much of a cause to push against the softness of her breast to avoid being engulfed by it.

Call it a death wish, but I let my body relaxed and allowed the giant full control over me.

More pressure came at my back, pressing me deeper into her breast, which sunk before my body, coming up along my sides, causing my cock to twitch in response. It was like having twenty pillows rubbing along my shaft, twisting and gripping, fur getting caught and tight around my girth, becoming free when her breast finally pushed out my presence.

I yelped. The hand at my back pulled away from me, up into the air above her rack, leaving me atop her right breast. I stumbled a bit on the surface, my feet sinking into the flesh, the surface becoming more narrow the further forward I went.

“I have a tiny dragon walking over my chest!” Fluttershy exclaimed though I couldn't look up to see her face. Her whole body rumbled around me as she began to move. “I just can't take it anymore!”

My body twirled atop the surface of her slopping boob. I still couldn't get a hang of my steps. The ground was shrinking at my feet, beginning near the edge of her cleavage, where the world and bed below were blurred by sheer distance caused by my tiny form.

Finally, after a few steps dangerously forward, my feet planted themselves firmly into the fur, talons curling against her flesh, holding me in place. I sighed of relief as my shoulders then slumped. Then, looking over my shoulder, I saw over the edge of her boobs, where her tits jutted out just below, and a blurred furry crotch miles below them.

“Yay!” Fluttershy exclaimed as her entire body convulsed with giggles, each one swaying me in place, making her boobies begin to jiggle. “You did i—“

'Shy just had to jinx it. Her final laugh, innocent yet deadly, made my arms roll in the air, faster than arms are supposed to keep me in place, but it wasn't enough to survive the tribulations a giant so easily makes by just living. My body leaned back and my feet lost their footing, and as I flipped back in the air, I was at once, for who knows the number of times today, falling to my death.

Fluttershy's gigantic face from quickly lit with fear at seeing me going overboard, though the expression didn't last for long. As I fell, she struck her chest forward—just as I was inches away from her left tit, which stabbed forward at me.

My claws began to wrap around her nipple. It shot itself between my legs, causing me to ride it as I laid forward on it, wrapping the entirety of my tiny body against and around it, holding on for dear life. The bed loomed below, as too did the lower half of her giant body, and the only thing to separate us was the breast of a girl.

This, of course, made me scared and horny and something else I couldn't express.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said, and though my body was wrapped around her breast, I still risked raising my head and looking up at her face. Her eyes and teeth glinted with excitement. “You look soooooo cute! I can't believe my nipple is holding all of you up!”

I couldn't believe it either.

“How does it feel for you?”

I blinked—it was hard to answer a question when you were hanging on for dear life.

“Pretty...scary,” I said. “Slightly humiliating too.”

“And why's that?”

“Other than the fact I'm holding onto your nipple for dear life?” I replied, trying to hold back the edge in my voice. “I guess because the girl I'm holding on to is you, Fluttershy. You've always struck me as the girl that I'm supposed to protect, but now, your breast of all things is currently holding up everything that I am.”

“Then that should show you, then.”

I cocked my head left. “Huh?”

“It's great and all that you want to be this strong dragon,” she went on to say, “but that doesn't mean the rest of us are entirely defenseless.” She then smiled down at me, though it felt more like a smirk. “I w-wouldn't want you fighting all my battles anyway! Besides, you should rely on other ponies from time to time, even if that means h-holding onto their b-breasts.”

I kept silent as the words floated about the air.

“You're right,” I finally said. “Guess I've been playing around in my mind too much.” My arms and legs clutched harder around her tit, gazing downward at the endless drop below, and not minding the sight too much. I just enjoyed the feeling of her, of the hardness of her nipple which I pressed the scales of my body against, causing me to realize that Fluttershy had more than just softness to her body and soul. “If I'm being honest, I'm starting to like how your nipple alone is able to carry me.”

“Can I also be honest?”

“What's the whole point of this session again?”

Fluttershy paused for a moment. “I also really enjoy having you on my breast. For so long, you've been so big and so scary, and now, you're so sweet and so small, so much so, that I can carry you on the smallest thing about me—and that makes me feel really strong.”

I nodded in approval.

“But that's not all I feel, either!” I raised my head at the rise of her voice, and in doing so, saw her hand come up from below, utterly enormous and floating in the air, causing me to look over my shoulder to get a better look at it. “Having you about me is driving me crazy! I-If I don't do something with you soon, something to make me feel good, then, then...”

I kept quiet. Her hand hovered a few miles away from me, just before her chest, and in a swift movement, flew forward at her other breast, cupping herself and squeeze herself and rubbing herself. My cock was pinned against the nipple, being painfully pressed against my stomach.

I wanted nothing more than to grip my dick to the sight across from me. To pump my cock to every ministration of her gigantic hand, massive flesh of breast filling out between the spaces between her fingers, the orb the size of the moon being lifted and dropped. From the moan above, the girl was obliviously horny, and so too was I.

“I-I want to f-finish again,” Fluttershy's voice broke through her sweetly sounding moans, accompanied by several adorable pants. “And whether you want to or now, you're going to help me.”

I wanted nothing more than to help her, but I wasn't about to let her know that—she was going to learn how to take control, and I was going to learn how to do without it.

To be honest, with control no longer an issue, I was able to submit myself entirely to the situation at hand. With Fluttershy taking the lead, I was allowed to just go with the event, grinding my body up and down the stiffness of her nipple, feeling the underside of my cock glide against it, having my shaft pressed against me at all time.

Then, without meaning to, the tip of my dick found an opening in her nipple, a milk duct to be exact. My cock slipped into the opening, much like it would to a normally sized pussy, and just as I began to thrust my hips, feeling the softness and hardness rub along my length, I suddenly became very aware at the heavyweight that dropped down at my back.

“I have you now, Spike!” Fluttershy cried. Everything became dark to me, a darkness that I recognized. Her other hand cupped me, holding me against her breast and her boob, squeezing me against everything that made women awesome. “You're going to help me massage my chest today! After all, you owe them for how much they've been carrying you around.”

Her dirty talk was getting to me.

“What? Did you think you could get away with not paying them back for all their hard work?” Fluttershy asked as the hand around me squeezed harder, unintentionally shooting my cock deep into her tit. “My giant boobs saved your life and even let you stay between them. It's only fair that you start paying them back for their service.”

I couldn't agree more. With each move of her hand, my body helped lift the enormous weight of her boob, letting me sink somewhat into it was, though I always kept perched to her nipple. I kept rocking my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of the tight tunnel inside her milk duct, wondering if my first time would be had with a part of a girl instead of the whole deal.

But the act could only last for so long.

I'd already pleased myself to a giant woman before; Fluttershy had already pleased herself alone more than enough times. We were both horny and wanting to build to something, to release to something, but doing so alone would never fulfill our true desires.

That's why I wasn't surprised when the entire landscape of Fluttershy's body began to shift in place. Her legs slid down the bed and she began to lay down, pulling her hands free and leaving me to cling to her tiny little nipple.

How much did that turn her on? How much did having a tiny dragon holding on her tit alone make her day? She could go about that day, a bra or tank top on, carrying me around not with a chest or a pussy but a nipple that she never paid much mind to in the first place. It was all so hot and horny and I just needed to get more of Fluttershy's body in my mind.

Finally, after a few seconds, my world—Fluttershy's gigantic body—became still. She was laying down on her bed, back slightly propped up, and with her pink hair swept back, her massive gaze settled on the bug perched on her breast.

“Now that won't do at all!” Fluttershy said with a giggle, and without warning, began to shake her chest, causing her boobs to jiggle, knocking me off balance. I hung on the best I could, my cock slipping out from her duct, but as her jiggles became too powerful, my claws slipped and I began to fly through the air.

I would have screamed, but my fall was onto the softness of her boob, which took my weight as I sunk inward, before bouncing off and into the valley between her breast. At once, her hands came down, cupping each of her orbs and pulling them apart, allowing me for some space as I laid forward on her sternum.

“You landed safely!” Fluttershy said, and when I lifted my head, her gaze was set on me. It was like a goddess looking down at me, with me at her every whim, her breasts, my walls, able to be let go and trap me once more. “You don't even know what a turn on this is, having you in my chest, under my control! My body's never felt this...good, not before you started walking on it.”

Her distant smirk grew seductive.

“You're kind even when you're small,” she went on, and I struggled to my claws and my feet, slowly standing up on her sternum. “You're making me appreciated every part of myself that you're around, and well, there are certain parts of me that have missed you very much.”

I should have known what was coming, but I felt it first. The same hands that were holding the gigantic boobs on either side of me suddenly changed their cards, pushing them together and against me, trapping me in her bosom as she rolled me about, enveloping me with her fur.

“A little dragon caught between my breasts!” Fluttershy moaned as I could feel some of her body lift off the bed. “We can do anything together now! I can hold you with my boobs and make you feel good all over! Oh, this is just, just, just wonderful!”

Fluttershy kept rolling me between her breasts, the dimness in her chest accompanied by a thick air of her scent, though, giving up control, I allowed the ripples of boobs to take me, to thrust my hips against her softness as my cock cried to be stuck into something.

Then the rolling stopped, the breast came apart, and I fell back onto her chest, though this time, on my feet. Looking forward, up and over the mighty throat of the girl, I gazed up into Fluttershy's eyes.

“S-Spike?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah?”

“Are you...alright?”

I nodded again. “Better than alright.”

She sighed heavily, her chest inflating at my feet for a second. “Oh thank goodness! For a second, I thought I took things too far.”

I shook my head. “You're nearing an edge, all right, but you're doing good. I'm just glad you're going after what you truly want.” I didn't let her in on how I was still slightly scared of all of this, but I wasn't nearly as scared as I was with Rainbow. “I'm at your command. Remember that.”

“If that's the case,” Fluttershy said, biting her bottom lip, “then I c-command you to climb my right breast.” Confidence flooded back into her tone like the blush flushing across her cheeks. “And that's an order, too!”

I gave a salute, smirking. “Aye aye, cap.”

I turned to the yellow hill to the right of me. Fluttershy's breast, big and round, soft and firm—a mountain that I was the only dragon allowed to climb. I came to the side of her boob, letting my body fall into its surface, moaning as I sunk an inch into it—an inch for me, anyway.

Then, after raising my claws, I grabbed a handful of fur and flesh, climbing the side of her boob while my feet did the same below. It was hard at first, having the mountain shake with every giggle—every sidelong glance giving way to the distant giant, a goddess watching with amusement as I scaled her body. It was a tad humiliating, but with Fluttershy, it was sweeter than anything else.

After a few more giggles, jiggles, and climbing, I soon reached the top on her breast. Because the giant girl was laying back, her boobs sat straight up, and their circumstance allowed for me to stand straight atop the one I was on.

It took a good minute or two, but I had fulfilled the giant girl's wish.

“I've made it!” I held my arms out to sides. “You get any enjoyment from watching that?”

“Oh, tons.” Fluttershy's eyes flitted over to the thing next to me. “But you're not done paying back your debt to my chest just yet. See my nipple there?” I turned around to see my familiar friend. “It held your weight and save your life just minutes ago. You should hug it and say thank you.”

Another thing we agreed on.

I was on the outer edge of her boob. I walked forward, my feet sinking into the soft flesh. My arms raised up, keeping my steady on the unsteady surface, much like a kid trying to walk on the curb of a sidewalk. In the distant, the massive butterscotch lips curled into a smirk—the sight and feeling of a tiny dragon walking across the top of her breast must have been humourours.

“You're almost there!” the voice cheered from afar. “Just a few more steps. You can do it!”

I chuckled at her enthusiasm.

Finally, after a couple of moments, the fur beneath my feet became wider and fuller, and just before me, the giant, pink nipple towered. Fluttershy's areola was small and round, a shade of light pink. Her tit was erect like a tower, easily dwarfing my size.

I laid my claw on its side and rubbed along the surface. It was hard, almost as hard as my scales, but when I pressed into it, there was a certain softness behind it all—squishy almost. Above, the light of the ceiling fan shined below, casting an almost angelic glow around the towering breast.

“You made it!” Fluttershy said with glee, and from my right, her hands glided over her chest and me. They clasped together before her face. “Now don't forget why you came over here for! I want to hear you talk to my b-breast.”

So Fluttershy had a few kinks of her own after all, huh? I chuckled at the idea, but respected it all the same. I took a step back, bringing and clasping my hands behind my back, standing tall with my head slightly lowered. “So h-hey there, Ms. N-Nipple. I just, uh, wanted to thank you for saving my life...and all that.”

I heard a groan come from afar. “No no no! Say your thanks like you mean it.”

Now we were getting serious.

There weren't any words I could say that wouldn't be cheesy. The whole situation was fucked and kinky and some other third thing we were too horny to care to figure out. My dick was aching and her tit was hardening and we were both in the business of being relieved.

So I threw myself at her. I threw myself at the massive, towering nipple, the tit that rivaled my height and placed me in its shadow. My feet sank in the fleshy surface while my body pressed against the nipples, hands wrapping around its girth, legs clutching its sides, my groin rubbing up and down her hardness.

It might have been gay of me to say, but as I straddled the titanic tit, the image of a giant cock flashed into my mind. Of riding atop a long hardness, bucking and thrusting, having its aching scratched at by a tiny but power dragon—the same might have been true for Fluttershy, and someday, if I was lucky, maybe I could have her doing the same for me.

“Thank you,” I said while my cock rubbed up and down the surface of her nipple. “You saved my life. I'd like to make it up to you if that's alright.”

Fluttershy moaned. “Oh Spikey, it's more than alright.”

I smirked. Then, while using my feet to stand taller, my cock came across a small, tight opening in her tit. I blinked on having found one of the girl's milk duct, more so at my dick being small enough to fit inside of it. If I wasn't horny as all fuck, I may have felt a bit sad over that.

But neither of us were sad when my cock slipped inside of her duct. Her tightness at once clamped around my shaft, trying to hold it tight as I slide myself forward and back, finding an outlet for my building arousal. I thrust harder and faster, closing my eyes and moaning aloud, needing more of the pleasant sensation coursing through my dick.

“Spike!” Fluttershy gasped before falling into silence. Then, a moan erupted past her lips. “I can feel working at me! I can feel you grinding against me! You're just so tiny and... and I can't get enough of you!”

“And I can't get enough of you!” I shouted back with my eyes clenched shut. I hoisted myself up from her boob, using my arms and legs to wrap around her nipple, giving my groin perfect entrance with her duct, thrusting my hips quickly into her opening without restraint. “I think... I think I may blow my load soon, 'Shy!”

That must have set her off even more, because when I heard the sound of the bed sheets shifting, I opened my eyes to the sound, of my body being blanketed by a shadow, and upon looking over my shoulder, I saw her giant hand descend from the sky. Her long slender fingers collided against her left boob, which filled out in the gaps between her fingers, as her palm meshes against her breast.

The underside of her other hand hovered above me. It blocked the light from above, staying still and feeling menacing, like it could crash down on me at any second, taking me into its control. I kept flicking my hips, grinding myself upward, having her hardness push down on my cock. There was no sense in fighting her, of taking back control, when I instead could let her call the shots, and enjoy the stress-free situation before me.

Then, without warning, the shadow of the hand passed over me. My heart beat a bit more slowly. I didn't stop my ministration, of lowering myself along her nipple just to pull myself up, relying on my strength the fucker the ever living shit out of Fluttershy's breast.

Speaking of which, her hand glided down her stomach, coming to the blanket that covered her crotch and legs. It slipped underneath it, going to a tight and dark place I could only dream of being inside of again, and when the body of my host lurched into the air, I knew her fingers had penetrated past the lips of her pussy.

The idea drove me crazy with lust. Fluttershy's body stretched along the massive bed, an entire being rocked by the arousal between her legs, and no matter what coursed through her body, I was forced to tag along. She could do whatever she wanted to me, have me endure whatever she pleased, and I would have no choice but to go along, to survive the trembles that made her body shivered.

And it all made my dick rock hard. I kept fucking her nipple like it was the last thing I would ever do—and that might have been too far from the truth.

“My little Spikey!” Fluttershy screamed, her eyes closing shut. Her cheeks flushed with pink. “I'm p-p-pumping my p-pussy just thinking about you! How tiny you are, using my boob to support yourself and my nipple to please yourself!” I looked over to my right, catching sight of where her shivers were coming from, seeing the expanse of blanket sporadically lifted by hand beneath it. “You're all so tiny and under my control! I can have you do anything!”

It was crazy just how small I was. The blanket was like a sea to me, covering legs long and slender, each able to crush me without any feeling of me at all. Her crotch was the only thing to feel me, only because it was the most sensitive part of her, and even then, her fingers did my job without much effort involved.

There was an urge to play my part—to make the giant feel special because she had me, and not just me getting off to her. With Rainbow, getting off was some sort of game; with Fluttershy, I wanted to get her off, even if that meant scaring me a little.

So I swallowed my pride, pulled out from her nipple, landed on the surface of her boob—causing her distant and massive eyes to open—and stepped toward her. “You've got me under your control, Fluttershy!”

Her lips parted as they panted, gazing at me. It wasn't like all the other times she looked at me, like a friend or a dragon or anything like that, but a different kind of gaze altogether, where she was staring at some kind of snack, a toy that was meant to please.

I saw it, too, the conflict in her eyes—the dragon that was a friend, that was a being in itself, even if he was small; there was also the hunger of having something under your control, something that could please that nothing else could and that this could be the one chance to experience it.

It occurred to me then why exactly giants were so horny around me—it wasn't because they were bad or uncaring, but because temptation itself was too great to ignore. It was taboo to treat another like they weren't a being anymore because they were small, which all my friends had understood, but knowing that you now had that power, you now had that control in something you shouldn't—the feeling and sensation was too great for those who were good to pass up. It was a chance to explore something you couldn't, but now, shouldn't—it was too intoxicating not to try a whiff of.

Fluttershy had more than just a whiff, and that had caused her to come out of her shell, but not enough to leave it entirely. She needed more of this great feeling, of this expression of everything she pressed, and as a male—no, as a dragon, it was my duty to do right by her. This wasn't a matter of standing tall and defending her, like social convention would have it, but letting her have her way with me, and taking it on the shoulder.

To be a real dragon wasn't to be tall—it's to be strong in doing the right thing, no matter how weird it was or how small I was. Fluttershy's gaze was still on me, and under it, I stood tall atop her boob; shame and guilt leaving my body.

“You wanna take a hold of me again, don't you?!” I shouted to her distant face, and she was too dazed to invent an excuse. “You'd like to take me into your hand and curl your fingers around me, holding me in the air. You could do whatever you wanted to me if you did that!”

Fluttershy nodded her head, lips still panting, chest still heaving with her every breath. Her breast lifted and fell beneath my feet; her boobs parting slightly and coming back together again. She looked scared in a way, of the tiny little dragon standing atop her boob, speaking her perverted mind.

“You'd get off to controlling me, wouldn't ya?” I shouted again, and this time, stepped forward, again and again, down the long slope of her boob that led to just below her throat. “You could trap me in your cleavage again, and I wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop you. I'd be forced to go wherever you went, and I couldn't leave you even if I tried.”

Her eyes lit up at my last suggestion.

“I... I.... do...”

Her voice held guilt.

“So you do want me to yourself, then!” I said without any trace of anger. “You wanna hold me at all times, don't you?”

“I-I do!” Fluttershy cried. “I want to have you close to me, on me, so no one else, no other girl can steal you away!” I saw from over my shoulder her hand slip out from the sheets below. “I want you to be mine. I want to be able to say anything to you, do anything with you, and have you with me forever!”

There was innocence in those statements—Fluttershy was very protective of her drakefriend.

“I want to wake up every morning with you tucked between my bosom,” Fluttershy continued to go on, finding the courage to speaking her feelings the further she went along. “I want to take a shower with you on the soap bar, cleaning my body as become c-closer to me.”

If it weren't for the idea of getting soap in my eyes, the image of a naked, giant Fluttershy would have entered my mind, with her fur slicked and pink hair wet, draped over her shoulders. Her massive breasts wet and even more soft—maybe with me tucked in-between them, enjoying both the water and her body.

“You could even get me dirty if you like!” Fluttershy exclaimed, the idea of causing her other hand to keep working at her breast. Her gaze was still on me as I neared the base of her breast, her face growing from above me. “You can hang around my bottom if you like. Maybe even work at my... my pussy.”

Damn it. I was the one supposed to be turning her on!

“You could keep to my chest as I dried myself off and did myself up!” Fluttershy eyes closed for a second, and to the left of me, atop her enormous boob, her hand pulled back at it, proceeding to slam back in, meshing the flesh and the fur—her legs rubbed together from behind, unable to hold back her arousal. “And then we would go back to the bedroom together!”

I cocked my head to the left at that, looking up at her face.

“You could help me pick out my outfit for the day!” she said, and in a low voice, continued. “You tell me which ones you think are cute, which ones are sexy, and when it comes to my panties, what one you'd rather be inside as I go through my day.”

Then she fucking hit me with that.

“Huh!” I said aloud as I came to a stop before her mighty throat. It swallowed at my presence, a bulge carrying down its length, traveling into the confines of her soft tummy. “So this is what you're like under your shell after all, hey?!”

I expected her to turn her head, hide her face behind her hands, and become silent. Instead, she struck her head forward, gazed down with her enormous eyes on tiny little me, and licked her lips at the treat that I was. “I want you to be mine, Spike. No one else can take you away, and I want you to be with me always.”

“Well,” I said, “I'm already under your control, so the big question is what you're going to do with me.” I waited a few seconds, planting my feet fully into the surface of her fur and skin. “You've got me wound up, and by the smell in the air, you're not that far off either.” I smirked. “You get to make the move, Fluttershy. I'm all yours.”

Fluttershy, in the cutest display of confidence, nodded her head—hair swaying in front of her right eye. “Then y-you're going to pleasure me—and enjoy it!”

I laughed. “I don't think there's any way for me to not!”

Fluttershy's gaze lingered on me for a few moments, a goddess looking down not at a slave, but rather, a lover. Then, from the right side of the bed, her hand lifted up into the air, coming down to her chest and just behind me. I didn't struggle as her fingers pinched at my waist and lifted me into the air, the valley of her cleavage shrinking below my feet.

Then something I wasn't expecting happened. Fluttershy, coming off the bed slightly, rolled herself about in the air, falling down with her stomach to the mattress, legs laying flat along the long expanse. She held me high still, letting me watch her settle into place, the giant beauty in control of my life.

And I didn't mind that fact all too much.

The hand still holding airborne descended. The girl's body, already expanding past the corners of my vision, grew larger the closer I came to her back, the descent slow and controlled, building up to the landing I would be taking. The back of her shoulders filled my gaze, soft and slender all the way down to her waist, where my eyes almost blew out from my sockets—the cheeks of Fluttershy's ass were exposed, moving slightly as she lifted her legs up and down.

“Like what you see, little dragon?” Fluttershy said to me with her face facing forward, letting her fingers let go around my waist, causing me to drop—right onto her shoulders. It wasn't too bad of a fall and I landed on my feet. “Because you'll be traveling through them soon enough.”

I looked over my shoulder at the back of the gigantic head. Pink hair cascaded behind me, from her scalp to her shoulders like vines I could climb and swing from—if things ever came to that. Then, almost menacingly, the massive structure that was her head turned, her left eyes only viable in the distant, the side of her lips as well.

“Well?” the giantess asked, stunning me in awe. “You're my little dragon, and tonight, you're going to please me. Without any help, you're going to scale across my big, long body, and finish the job that you started.”

I gulped, blinking. “You mean, your p-pussy.”

“You were able to take it once when I wasn't aware,” she continued, tittering. My ground, her back, shook in response. “Think you're dragon enough to take me when I know you're down there?” The side of her eyebrow rose. “Unless you truly didn't enjoy being in there.”

“That was the biggest lie uttered by dragon-kind,” I replied. I didn't want our flirting to take a hit, not when 'Shy had become assertive enough to start calling the shots. “If that's what you want me to—“

“Please do it,” she finished for me.

I nodded.

Turning around, the expanse of Fluttershy's back greeted me, stretching so far as to render itself blurry, but not enough to throw me off. With a deep breath, I walked forward, the surface of the still soft against my soles, though back by her back, which meant my feet didn't sink into her like on other parts of her body.

It killed me to know I was walking across Fluttershy's lower back. Getting over her shoulder blades required a bit of climbing, but after that, it was a steady slope downward. On either side of her titanic body, the bed was miles below, a safety net should anything happen, though Fluttershy could hold me easily. A chuckle escaped me—my arm alone could have wrapped around the entirety of her waist, but now, her waist was like the size of a desert for me.

Things only became more strange once I reached her waist, and stopped before the two towering mounds. Fluttershy's ass was plush and pronounced, big and firm enough to hold themselves in the air, creating a valley and a peak much like her breasts did. The fur here was extra soft, followed by an aroma beyond sweet, and some invisible force urged me into the crack of her ass.

I was scared to do so at first. Looking back over my shoulder for the last time, the giant face of Fluttershy greeted me, smiling at me, waiting for me to enter her ass, to become trapped between her cheeks, to once more be rendered underneath her control. I had no choice in the matter, that much was certain, but hesitation followed me anyways.

“Don't you want to go in there, Spike?” Fluttershy asked me from afar, causing me to look back at her towering ass in response. “You were staring at my butterflies the moment you came out of me—and that wasn't the first time I caught you either.” She giggled. “Those times I swung around the library wearing those tight black leggings? I wasn't wearing those for me.”

Fluttershy really was trying to kill me. Just a few months ago, when I hardly left my room, Fluttershy would pop around the library to help out and sometimes chat—wearing leggings that left little to the imagination. She'd turn around and reach for a book, sometimes ducking to do so, pushing out her clad ass—I don't think she was aware what she was doing those times, but I couldn't deny that she wore them for me. I'd never seen her wear those pants outside of the library.

Fuck.

Just how dense was I?