A Giant Threesome

~ 3 ~

Journey Into the Surprised Host

I was so fucked.

Fluttershy stood at the door. When the hell did she get in here? She didn't even knock! How am I supposed to make something up when someone just walks in? Shit. She looking at me. Her eyes are running down my body, and my heart began to race as the jig was up.

“...I heard...v-voi...nhmm!” Fluttershy stepped back into the hallway, looking away. Her hair draped over her face, with her hands raised, index fingers pressing into one another. “S-Sor-r-ry!”

“Uh.” Fuck. Was there anything I could say? 'Shy looked petrified, seeing her best friend with her pants down her legs and fingers inside her twat. That was something we could get past. The tiny dragon inside my pussy, still somehow fucking me with his cock?

'Shy would believe. She'd have no choice but to once I pulled the little dude out from between my lips. She would look at him, gasped, and then fall back— the same thing that happened the first she caught me in the act, though over time, she got better at not fainting.

Speaking of which, she got better at other things as well.

“So, uh, the toilet wasn't close enough.” Sometimes, I really, really hate the shit that comes out of my mouth. I backed my ass against the wall, keeping my back straight along the wall, feeling the waistband of my panties tug up my thighs. “Today was a bad day at work. Think ya could forgive me?”

You couldn't see it happen even if you had glasses. Fluttershy, still standing in the hallway, raised her head to me, the eye free of her mane staring at me, blank and yet direct, going up and down my body, like it was passively absorbing my every detail.

No one else could see it, could feel it, but I been around 'Shy long enough to know that look, to see how the ends of her lips raised an inch. I gulped, causing her to step back into the bathroom, and without a word, she took hold of the handle of the door, slowly closing it, never breaking eye contact with me as the click of the door resounded behind her.

Her digits raised to the lock, which she turned and it squeaked.

“'Shy?” My heart began to race. Fluttershy came closer to me, step by step, each slow and deliberate, each one passing without a word being uttered by her. She spent her time in silence, alone and even around others, and she knew how to use it best against anyone else. “You kinda got me scared here. Mind saying something? Anything?”

Fluttershy smiled.

“Aw, fuck.” My back pressed against the wall, with my legs still spread. Out of reflex, I crossed my legs and covered my crotch with my hands, fighting back the moan at feeling my tightness start to press around the little guy inside of me. Fuck, none of this was helping! “We can talk this out, right? I'll clean up and bleach the floor and the whole nine yards!”

Fluttershy brought a foot over my crossed ankles, keeping one on each side, standing over my legs and towering above me. I couldn't stop myself from gulping—for the first time today, I knew how the little guy felt whenever he looked up at me.

I couldn't breathe. Fluttershy stared down at me, still and silent, and then, without cue, leaned forward, her face lowering to just inches above my own. I could see myself in her eyes, and I looked absolutely fucking horrified. And I was right to be.

In a yellow flash, her face moved, and there was pressure against my lips; scratching and tickling coming still from inside my pussy. I must have clenched my muscles in surpirse—I couldn't feel the little guy move. Maybe I knocked him outta submission, or maybe it was hard to feel anything over my heartbeat.

My eyes blinked at the face an inch away from mine. My nostrils flared at every exhale of the ones on the other side of them. I was jittering under my skin, and I was hoping that 'Shy would fail to notice.

“Mmmm.” Fluttershy pressed her lips harder against mine. She parted her's slightly, enough that I could imagine the little dragon, standing tall between them, as they then moved forward, taking my bottom lip into their midst, the edge of her teeth nibbling on my fur and skin.

All of sudden, I wanted to bite my bottom lip as well, and I had to fight myself to let Fluttershy do all the work. Her face became smaller and sharper as my eyes started to close, and just like that, once I was getting into it, 'Shy decided to stand back up.

“You're lucky you're so adorable,” Fluttershy said, her head tilted and eyes closed. The edge of her tone betrayed her whole innocent routine. After a second of silence, her eyes reopened; there was something shining behind them. “It's a bit early for our usual session, but I'd like to get some practice in if I could.”

Fluttershy reached a hand to behind her head, where her fingers touched down on her hair tie, fiddling and tugging at it, coming to pull it slowly down her ponytail, until it was undone, and she shook her hair free. Then, looking back at me, she flicked the band at my face, and before I could flinch, 'Shy had dropped to her knees.

“You wouldn't mind helping a friend, right?” Fluttershy had herself positioned between my legs, her head still hovering above my own. “Especially one that's in desperate need of help. My, I'm so weak, it's okay for my best friend to stain my bathroom floor!” Fluttershy began to crawl forward, her hands raising from the floor, over my stretched underwear, and landing in the ground just before my crotch.

I felt movement stir from inside of me.

Did the little guy feel her presence too?

“Then again,” there was a slur to 'Shy's voice, and she raised a hand, tracing a finger along the fur of my thigh—I shuddered at the touch, “you need my help more, don't you? All alone in my bathroom. Are your fingers doing the trick?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I tried looking away, not sure what I was supposed to say—the whole point was to show her the little guy while she was still, well, fucking normal! I'd been teaching and training her about certain things so she could talk to the six-foot dragon, and though all that kinda became pointless when he shrunk, it wasn't much better she now had both situations going for her.

What was worse was how she was turning me on! I could feel the walls inside my pussy become tight and wet, clamping down on a certain hard object to hold back their sexy suspense. This was getting fucked way to fucking fast.

“You're not saying anything,” Fluttershy said as my gaze went down to between my legs. “Are you really that scared?” I glanced up only for a second, catching her sudden smile, and by the time I looked down again, I saw her fingers at my mounds, feeling them rub up and down close to my pussy lips.

“You came close to finishing, didn't you?” Fluttershy's voice floated around my ears as I couldn't handle the sight—if the little dude was looking out from within, I imagined his heart was racing more than mine. “I suppose it would be rude to cut you off here, so I'm going to help you out here.” And just like that, two of her fingers positioned themselves between my folds, and before I could voice my hesitation, she shot them inside my slit.

“Look at me.” I felt her fingers pinch my chin, and in pushing my head up, I was forced to look at Fluttershy's face. Her head was lowered, her eyes raised and half-lidded. “You're going to do exactly as I say. Everything that happens now is under my control, understood?”

“Nnngh.” My legs closed the gap between them by a few inches, making the feeling of her fingers at my entrance that much more intense. “There's s-something I gotta tell you.” I gasped as her fingers shot inside of me, all the way, without any restraint. “A-About your gift!”

“But you are my gift.” Fluttershy took the hand on my chin to around my neck, gripping me there much like how I did with Spike, pulling my head toward her's—our lips met again, and her plushness caressed around my mouth. “You're going to give me everything. There's simply no holding back!”

At the same moment, her fingers pulled back from inside me, dragging their fronts along my walls. It was becoming hard to breathe with how much I was on edge, on how those fingers never really left me, coming only to my entrance again—another set of tickles coming from deeper inside of me.

The little dude was still kicking!

And the fingers shot inside of me again.

“Let's get a rhythm going,” Fluttershy said seconds after she had pulled away from me, bringing the hand from my neck to around my chest, laying her palm against my covered right breast. “I can't believe how small you are! You really lucky that your tiny boobs are just so cute.”

This was way too fucking much. Shy's fingers kept shooting inside of me, filling me from the inside, pushing through whenever I clenched my walls, traveling just above where I could feel the tiny Spike scrambling from inside of me. To make matters worse, the girl was now feeling up my breast, talking down to me like I had done Spike.

This was torture, and if the little dude wanted his revenge for before, then he got it now in spades. The only thing about this revenge is that, instead of being cold, it was hot as fuck—I just didn't know how hot it was for him.

Spike

I'd been so close to winning.

What did the hell happen? One moment, I'm thrusting my cock in and out of her cervix, and the next, the whole world in her pussy went for a tumble. The muscles of her cunt clenched around me once again, holding me still as the place rocked about.

There was some light that shined through her slit, as well as...voices? I'd been inside of her pussy too long to know what was going on in the world outside of her, but if I didn't know better, than either Rainbow as talking to herself and moving about, or someone else was in the bathroom...

Jolts of fear coursed through my body.

Did Fluttershy burst into the bathroom? There was no way for me to tell—kinda hard to when you're inside a giant Rainbow Dash. The very idea scared the shit out of me, that there was another, giant girl, standing tall inside the same bathroom as the one I was in, completely unaware of that I was here.

Terror overtook my consciousness with my vague fears as for its basis. Everything became visual in my imagination, the darkness of the girl's cave probably being an aid to that, as I could see it, clearly as though it were a reality, the voices booming from the outside world. It would carry on, growing louder as my heartbeats became quicker, and then, without any indication, a pair of yellow fingers would split apart the slit of my prison, and from just outside the pussy, I would see a giant, teal eyes peering into the tunnel, coming to spot my small form.

How would we explain ourselves? When those fingers came into the pussy to pluck me out from within, what would I say to the new giant that held my life, that saw me, a dragon of all creatures, trapped in the vagina in another woman, who then could turn around and do the same to me?

Wouldn't that be a treat? To have my savior drop me once more, my body plummeting through the air, my back caught by fabric, my face and body devoured by another giant, hungry pussy? She'd give it a pat after it devoured its treat, walking and going about her the day, a bounce in her step.

I shuddered from inside the giant women, and at the same time, fell to the squishy ground as her muscles relaxed from around me. It took a groan and a push, but I was soon on my feet, stumbling backward and breathing in the musk, the exertion of my efforts taking their effect on my body. Even in my state, I knew I still had to win this little game of control, though that desire was subsided by the sudden surprise.

Down, far down the length of the tunnel, where the slit split by less than an inch, something big and round and soft began to show itself. It was hard to tell at first, but a few seconds later, the giant lips of the pussy were pushed apart, and two, yellow fingers filled the entrance of my cavern.

I stumbled back, more steps than I would have liked, my entire body drained of life as my fears take shape in reality. There was no time to question why the other giant girl had her fingers in Rainbow's pussy, but I became very, very scared.

I felt betrayed. Rainbow and I had our little game, and even with the dangers of our challenge, I couldn't grasp how she'd would put my life at risk. Before anger could wash over me, the finger shot across and above me, pushing back the walls of the pussy as they dived ever deeper.

At once, I scrambled to my knees, crawling along the soft floor to avoid being felt. My world crumbled while the world inside the pussy tumbled—I didn't go with Twilight to avoid being gawked at while in her pocket, now I had to avoid being caught, by Fluttershy of a people, inside of Rainbow's hot pocket.

Despite having to deal with the shame of being trapped in a girl's pussy, I didn't mind it so much if it stopped me from being seen by others. It was embarrassing beyond belief to be stuck inside Rainbow's crotch, but if that meant that she could be in a room with others, me included, and no one else knew about us, then it was a price I was more then willing to pay.

But the slender fingers of almost infinite length weren't making that easy, especially when they were shooting in and out, over my head, spreading the walls apart and then making them tight. It took just a flick for them to feel me, and in a way, every time they passed, it was like they were aware of me even if their owner wasn't.

I kept to my knees for the duration of the finger blasting. I always kept moving, the fingers above always just scraping inches above my back, coming closer and closer to where I'd been hiding before. My cock was still out, harder than hard, the idea of the giant fingers shooting above driving pre-cum out from its tip.

I don't know why, but when you're tiny, everything dangerous makes you horny.

“Yeaaaaa!” My breath and my scream escaped my mouth and throat at once, softness back with force touching the scales of my ass. In a second, I was looking over my shoulder—the tip of the enormous fingers had caught my behind, and before I could scream again, it dragged me along the pussy to its entrance.

Rainbow

“Don't finish,” Fluttershy instructed as her fingers slipped out from my pussy—I felt something get caught between my lips. I wasn't sure to be relieved or scared. “I'd like a taste before we finish cooking.”

My eyes went wide as 'Shy face went low. In less than a second, her face was at my crotch, her heavy ass stuck all the way up. Without any prompting, she buried her face in my crotch, causing me to lift my head and moaning, squeezing my thighs around her head and locking her in place.

Usually, she would have given me shit, but this time, she just opened her mouth and slipped her tongue past my folds. The feeling was bliss, one that made me cry out in much the same way, though I then realized the same wouldn't be sure to Spike.

Spike

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The finger carried me all the way to the slit. It lifted off my back once we neared the lips, leaving me to roll forward with the leftover momentum. When I finally came to a stop, it wasn't too hard to rise to my feet, adjusting to the quivers and additional movements near my host.

And then, without warning, the lips split apart again. The giant face of Fluttershy peered into the pussy, just like my fears, though the expression was impassive, and her gaze wasn't set on me. Her head came forward at a speed I couldn't comprehend, only seeing her lips kiss the cyan ones of the pussy, and a second later, I was greeted by the sight of her tanned, plush lips.

I don't know how to explain it, how to describe seeing a massive mouth from inside a coliseum-sized pussy. I'd already been eaten by the latter, and now, it looked like the former wanted to devour me for good—to take me past its lips and into its mouth, tasting me and feeling me, then swallow me into the uncaring belly of the girl.

Knowing I wouldn't survive being caught inside the mouth of Fluttershy, I quickly turned around and began to run. Every now again, on my trek along the ground of the pussy, I would check over my shoulder, seeing a giant, pink tongue extend toward me, lapping at the walls around me.

This was too fucking crazy. With every step I took, I could feel a weight behind me, a mass of wet muscle advancing toward me, no matter how fast I ran. Running inside a girl while she was being eaten out, trying to avoid being eaten alive? More and more, a fire in me boiled, to take control of the situation, but a smarter, perhaps weaker part of me was coming to accept my fate.

I needed control, and yet, I was struggling to keep my life.

And then the tongue lapped at my back, its tip sliding between my legs, lifting me from the ground, and taking me back from the mouth it originated from. My body laid back on the wet and bumpy surface, panting as life left my body. Was this it? Was this how I went, not by the mistreatment of Rainbow Dash, but of accidentally begin eaten alive by the kind Fluttershy?

No! This couldn't be the end. Spike the Dragon, shrunk tiny, stuck in a pussy, pulled in a mouth, swallowed alive—I'd fought too many villains to succumb to such a fate, nonetheless done in by an innocent friend. Fire coursed through my veins, much fainter than before, but enough to feed fuel into my excreted muscles.

The ceiling of the dim pussy hovered past me from above. With my renewed but diminished strength, I flipped my body around on the buds of the tongue, feeling their spongy surface with every inch of my body, having them tickle at my scales as I crawled to its side. A light was soon approaching, along with pearly teeth, and with a final burst of energy, I rolled myself off the tongue just as it slipped back inside the mouth it belonged it.

I was too tired to care to be scared while I fell.

It was when I wasn't falling that I began to take notice.

Looking at either side of me, I felt a tightness in my arms, seeing cyan fur and a little skin. There was a line that went up and down on both sides, and in a flash of blinding light, everything became clear to me.

The giant face of Fluttershy began to pull back from the pussy, allowing the light to shine on me as the full scale of her enormous body became apparent. She was bigger, much bigger than Rainbow in scale—even at this distance and height, my eyes couldn't take the whole of her body in. When I looked up, the size of her chest, double Ds no doubt, were like plush, fat mountains ready take me whole.

I then lost my breath. At once, I shifted my body left and right, right and left, fighting my arms against the lips of Rainbow's pussy—I wasn't fearful that I was now outside of her cunt, but being caught between her lips left me exposed.

Exposed for being caught?

Not even close.

It was only a few inches away from my home. Fluttershy, slipping the fingers that once chased after me into the waistband of her tight jeans, tugged them down to reveal her bare, yellow crotch. Already, a slim trail of juices ran down her thighs, and her pussy winked in need of care.

“You've been a good girl, Rainbow.” Fluttershy's voice boomed from above me, its soft and yet aggressive tone driving a shudder through me. In a second, her womanly crotch dropped over the one I was inside, hovering inches as she had slid off her pants. “I do believe you've earned yourself a ride.”

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. This was Fluttershy, the girl that couldn't talk or make eye contact with anyone, that forbidden beauty, was flirting and dominating the shit out of the girl that had imprisoned me.

High above me, the giant, yellow pussy lips loomed. They seemed so impassive, at least to me, even with their every wink of need. Slowly, and much to my screaming, comet size crotch began to descend, its shadow covering all of my cyan lands.

It came, closer and closer, larger and larger, snuffing out all light and sight of the bathroom. It couldn't end like this, not squished between the pussies of my two closest friends—I still had control over my tiny fate, the will to pull myself out between Rainbow's lips and avoid being crushed by Fluttershy's.

I struggled. I twisted my body, pushed out my arms, and kicked my legs along the fur and skin. The heavy flesh tucked inward from my movement and attacks, the tiny, added space granting me momentary freedom until all strength and light left me, and only warmness and wetness enveloped me.

Rainbow

I did my best to not moan or, hell, even scream, but Fluttershy had covered my mouth anyway.

There's no way to describe the way how fear and pleasure mix together. You'd think one ruin the other, the life of my friend being snuffed out between my legs, between the lips of my pussy, but yet, the idea and sensation of only made me moan louder into the soft, yellow palm.

“Don't wake the animals,” Fluttershy whispered assertively as she looked at me sternly, pulling her hand from my lips one finger at a time. Down below, her crotch rubbed along mine, riding up and down my lips as hers opened and closed around them. “You've been—mmfm—different this session. Are you trying to test me?”

“N-No!” It wasn't a lie, and it sure wasn't the truth. “Just, hehe, wasn't expecting for our evening to end up like this.” I turned my head as my cheeks burned—the little guy was getting desciamtied between our crotches, and I wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Even with this in mind, I couldn't my hips from flicking forward, grinding her pussy lips against my cunt—more than just once. “It's just, oh yeah, wanted to talk with you.”

“We're talking now, missy.” Fluttershy arched her back as she ground her crotch against mine, working in small but concentrated thrusts like her pussy had found something special, a place that brought her a different kind of pleasure. “Don't waste the air just moaning and panting—what's on your mind?”

There was an edge of concern in her tone, one that, no matter how hard she tried to be different, betrayed the core of her being. Though I'd been trying to fight it back during most of our sessions, this was the one I was grateful to see it, to reconsider having her forgo it after all.

“It was just—keep it right fucking there—shit, that ah, uh.” Words failed me as my head tilted back and my eyes closed. Every rock of her hips, every rub of our lips, every distant struggle—each sensation was intensified as it shocked and shot up my spine. “About Spike!”

Spike

It didn't matter where I looked, for giant lips surrounded me, backed by a background of the crotch of the color of their owner. It was like being crushed by two moving mountains, a cunt instead of a cave, each trying to swallow me whole—the only one knew nothing of her pussy's desire.

The giant yellow lips had crashed down on my body, and just as I felt its immense weight, was brought along its trajectory as it slid up and down the blue crotch and slim abdomen. Fluttershy was wet, my body stuck to the juices on her right mound. Every time Fluttershy raised her crotch, I was able to see Rainbow's more clearly, looming down below, and in less than a second, as well as a great blur, I was rubbing against the blue furs, each and every strand rubbing and burning against my scales as the two giants scissored.

Was this how it was meant to be? As massive yellow crotch raised from the blue one, I tried to stir to life once more, to fight against my finished muscles, to pull my arms from the juices binding me to the bound, to convince my will to not give up, to not lose control even when the world, and all those care for me, had become uncaring giants.

But as I wrestled the cooled cum and strands of fur, my arms refused to lift, to even move from the soft mound the held the weight of my body and my life. How could this be? How could I have been shrunken, stuck and trapped to the crotch of a shy girl, one who was unaware of my presence, and the other, knowing but not caring about my existence?

Was this what it meant to be shrunk? To lose control over yourself, to depend on the whims of giants, to never exert your will in order to acquire your desires, your very survival? I could be crushed by villains, but my friends could kill me by wanting only to take advantage of me.

Every part of me burned in a refusal of that idea—that my life belonged to the giants near me, instead of myself. My will, now drained, spoke of the ability to fight back everything and everyone the giant world could throw at me, that I could rock a girl from inside her cunt, that I could navigate and survive on my tiny strength alone.

This was the right way to live; how to survive being tiny and still being my own dragon. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull myself away from the crotch of the girl—I hadn't given up, but my body had.

“What about Spike?” The voice above me boomed as its reverberations coursed through the body and across the crotch I was stuck to. “Oh no. Oh, my!” My stomach lurched as, in a blink of the eye, the blue crotch that was below me zipped to miles, almost vistas away. “You didn't!”

“Easy girl!” The voice boomed from ahead, and raising my eyes, I saw I was on perfect eye-level with Rainbow. She blinked at once at not expecting the other girl to rise—both of us in surprise. “He doesn't know anything yet. May have dropped a clue or two, but the dude's completely dense.”

I blinked.

Were they talking about me?

“This is terrible!” Fluttershy raised and dropped her legs and her feet, each a rumble that almost sent me tumbling, causing my body to slowly slide down the fur of her mound. I gulped at once, turning around to my stomach in my new found freedom, grabbing quickly to the side of her right, pussy lip. “What if he picked up on the clues? Does he think I'm too much of a scaredy-cat? What if he wants nothing to do with me!?”

Rainbow's enormous mouth opened across from me to say something, but with a blink of the moons that were her eyes, I felt her gaze focus on me. At first, surprised swept over her expression, and in the next, a shit-eating grin.

“Nothing to do with you? Please.” Rainbow's giant figure leaned forward, like a statue suddenly moving, her face dwarfing myself and the crotch I was one. She caught sight of my expression, of the slight terror across my face, and for whatever fucking idea, that seemed to give her an idea. “That dragon hasn't had any pussy in his life, and the only one he's seen was probably when Twilight was changing.”

Both Fluttershy and I yelled at her.

“Rainbow!” Fluttershy raised and shook a fist, though did not retreat a single step. “Spike is more kind than to do something like that.” She was silent for a moment, and I could feel a strange heat, no, a strange energy resonating faintly from inside her body. “...do you really think he's never been with a girl?”

“Hell yeah.” Rainbow came inches before the crotch. She brought her hands to the thick thighs on either side of me, each like a solid but squishy pillar of yellow, holding them tightly. “Dude's been alone for long enough. Hasn't even made time for Rarity of all girls.”

“R-Really?” I looked up, past the slim belly of the girl, to where the underside of her breasts blocked my slight of the girl. Even without seeing her face, I felt her coming out from behind her hair. “That's wonderful!” A pause. “That's horrible!” Another one. “What if he just wants to be alone?”

“That's exactly what he wants.” Rainbow's massive gaze came down upon me once more, like a goddess staring at an insect, only with amusement instead of impassiveness. “Guy wouldn't lock himself away if he didn't want to be alone.” Her eyelids closed their distance slightly; the expression of her incalculable face now soft. “He wouldn't have failed to notice the pretty girl at his heels if he wasn't so occupied with himself.”

“But shouldn't I leave him to himself?” A tremor coursed through the body I was attached as the legs below tried to move, only to be held in place by slim, slender fingers. “He obviously doesn't want to be bothered and—“

“And the whole point of this assertion training is for you to bother him!” Rainbow gave a glance upward. “Spike doesn't know what he doesn't have—he thinks he's fine with everything he has. A lot of things must seem in his control when you're over six feet in this town.”

I was having a hard time figuring out who she was talking to.

“Become assertive is your only way to get over yourself, to not cry when he towers over you.” Rainbow took away her right hand and brought it to her mouth. “If you don't give it your best shot, if you don't try to get through his barriers, then you don't deserve the chance to have what your heart beats for.”

Rainbow parted her lips, the cavern of her mouth dim. A serpent of a tongue slipped out of it, crashing and clashing along the length of her index finger, lubricating it with her saliva. My heart raced in confusion, and I turned back to the pussy lip, bring my other claw to grab onto its sister.

“You've been dominating me for the past few weeks,” Rainbow said from behind me, and when I turned to look over my shoulder, I cried. In the distance, the giant blue finger glided toward me, like a missile in a movie, too fast for me to even brace myself. “It's about time you tried dominating the one that matters to you—that's where the real challenge lies.”

I was aware at once of the intense and immense pressure on my back, how it guided my momentum forward without much force, like a soft push only by something that was like a person to an ant—not far off from comparison either.

My grip on the pussy lips was let go at once as the cyan finger drove me forward, past the folds and once more into the giant pussy, of the hole that devoured me whole. From light to darkness, a heat and a tightness encompassed me, both increasing with every inch I passed, my back stuck to the finger.

It wasn't before long that we reached the end of the tunnel, shorter and slimmer than the one before. The finger soon began to slow, and with a flick, my body was wiped along the wall of the pussy, its stickiness taking me from my ride. Slowly, I slid down the inner-walls of the girl, too tired to even control my descent.

After a few seconds passed, my body slid to the base of the tunnel, of the pussy, as the giant, cyan finger, with its task down, slowly slipped back from whence it came, its tip wiggling as it left. It was like a wave of good luck, despite leaving me in harm itself.

I watched the finger as it slid out from above me, the walls it held back with its length taking back their space, as they now had nothing holding them back. The slit, agape by the finger, shone in the faint light, but once the finger slipped out of the pussy, its lips shut and became tight, trapping me inside the darkness of the massive, unaware and gentle girl.

I tried to think, to move and to speak, but nothing came out of me, nothing seemed to work. No longer was I scared, only tired and defeated, the walls of the cave closing in on me, not once before having been stretched—the inside view of a virgin from the perspective of a miniature dildo.

Once again, I was trapped inside a girl, by another who should have known better—but it wasn't like I had much of a choice or control or say in anything. Wet and taut muscles began to press and wrap around me, like they were sucking and licking at my scales, moving me about without any particular direction in mind.

It was dark. Not dim; dark. Darker than black and vice versa. My arms and legs were tight against my body and the walls that carried me, and through them, I could feel every sway and movement of the girl that carried of me, that trapped me inside her body and held me in her cunt. There was still a discussion happening outside, but the thick lips of the pussy rendered it mere rumbles, and I was too weak to listen closely anyway.

Movement happened. The legs near the crotch I was inside began to move, walking and swaying, raising and dropping as the giant Fluttershy was putting on her pants, making any chance at escape impossible—I knew better than to try now.

My host got started on whatever she had left to do in the day, to say goodbye to her friend, to clean up the mess on her bathroom floor, to feed her animals—all with a dragon trapped inside of her cunt. No matter how much I struggled, the gentle girl could not feel my movements in her pussy, and even if she did, she may only shove fingers into my prison and finish a job I may not like.

It was strange that, in my moment of defeat, I was able to think a lot more clearly. How could a tiny dragon go about his day if he could not escape the vagina of a defensiveness girl—one that would free him and do everything he instructed. But that's why Rainbow did this, to leave me trapped inside the pussy, to be held by her walls, so that the girl did not know about her passenger, so she could please without knowing, without feeling guilty about why the feeling in her cunt felt so much better than usual.

I could feel it, every sway and shift of her legs, the tightness of her jeans. Fluttershy was going upstairs now, not because the reverberation coursing through her body felt different, but because her jeans became tighter against her slit, and the same was true of her walls against me.

Every shake from outside her body felt strange; every footstep pronounced. Fluttershy was always such a small girl, and now, every distance she covered was a rocking to my world. When would she figure out I was here? Would I be trapped inside her pussy, without light, forced to accompany her wherever she went, the perverted dragon inside the innocent girl?

When it came time for her to use the bathroom, is that when I would be forced out? Not through the will of my claws but the yellow of her urine? Truly, I was at the girl hold, the hold of her cunt, the carry-on of her body.

More and more, her body carried forward, set to going somewhere, anywhere, with me in tow. I wasn't sure how much of this I could take, my defeat embodied by the insides of her cavernous cunt, of the tightness of her walls, of the wetness of her floor? If a girl who meant no harm could do me plenty without knowing, then I was a fool to think a dragon had any control over a world that owned him with a pussy alone.

With this defeat in mind and the swaying of the legs accompanying me, I fell asleep inside the crotch of Fluttershy—who remained blissfully unaware of my existence, though maybe not my presence.