A Giant Threesome

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Journey Inside Awareness

How much time had passed?

There was no way to tell here. The dark interior of the tunnel never gave clue to the happenings of the outside world. Sometimes, when the muscles holding my body would loosen, a thin slice of light would cut through the slit ahead, granting me a temporary sight of my permanent prison.

I was laying forward, my stomach to the sticky ground, spines pressed down by the narrow ceiling. Every step of my host, normal to her, gigantic to me, sent a quiver through my compact little word—a sensation that used to frighten me, but now, seemed to soothe me.

I racked my brain for an answer. I was tiny, trapped inside the pussy of an innocent girl, oblivious to my presence, who was going about her day, to whatever those tasks would be, unaware the effects, the simple movements her body had upon my own.

I laughed. It echoed through the fleshy cave.

I wanted to venture a guess, to assuage my consciousnesses with some sort of finality—something to grant me comfort in my lack of control. Was that it? Control. It seemed to be a common word, an idea that propelled my dragon rage, but with my soul depleted, my muscles drained, my fate sealed, the only control left was the pondering of my absence of it.

The squeak of a door came to me muffled, both by the heavy crotch that contained me, and the jeans that pressed against the lips, the bars of my prison. Fluttershy must have been in a hallway, and without knowing it, was bringing a guy, alone, into her bedroom.

If only she knew...

I tried not to give her too much thought. Guilt, more than anything else, consumed me on the idea of Fluttershy—even though this was not my intent, even though I was not in control, even though I was put here by another, that I was still taking advantage of the innocence of the kind young girl, and felt dirty in her pussy.

It was the cleanest one I'd been in yet.

Whole my giant host went about her life, I decided to contemplate mine from deep within her. It was hard to state it, especially to myself, but despite the girl's tightness, despite how she was unaware of me, and the dangers that follow from that preposition, that I felt fully secure, safe even, while I remained inside of her.

It didn't make sense on the second pass of that thought. Fluttershy, no doubt a virgin, had the walls of her pussy holding me in place, almost locking me still—one clench and I'd be crushed. With Rainbow, she was wide enough for me to stand tall, and yet, I could feel every beat of my heart while she enslaved me.

That wasn't the case here—my heart finally got the rest it needed after such a crazy day.

These thoughts only drove me crazier, and my world became tighter—the sound of springs squeezing came from outside the pussy, from around the bottom I was attached to. The girl had decided to sit down, and in doing so, ensured fully that I couldn't even wiggle while inside of her.

And yet I did not panic.

What was happening to me? Why was I not losing my mind? Like before, I should have been curling my claws in rage, beating upon the walls, pushing and holding them back; making the girl my own from inside her. Fluttershy wasn't deserving of such things, so that could be the reason, but there was a certain depth behind my current superficiality.

So I dug further.

Not inside her pussy, mind you, but wherever this string of thought was taking me. The interior of the massive cunt, despite being comprised of living, moving muscles, and walls, was strangely calm, bordering on zen. Every now and again, the wave of walls would shift me forward, against my will, but instead of fighting back, I allowed my body to be taken away, to enjoy just how soft and wet the young women's pussy felt.

Shame should have washed over my, but after a day spent small, tucked away in everything feminine, a moment of shame, a feeling of bliss should be deserved. Slowly, in the dim light that filtered into my cave, I allowed myself to breathe deeply, to enjoy where I was.

There wasn't any fear. No rage controlled me. In a way, I was defeated by a demon of a girl, inserted into the cunt of an angel put on earth, and as my fate laid sealed between a pair of pussy lips, felt a pleasurable aching between my legs.

Deciding to take a chance, I heaved, groaning and moaning as my body, though distant to me, began to turn. The walls of the pussy, despite holding me tight, relented from that moment, like they knew I had consented to treatment of me, and were now allowing me to get comfortable before the main event.

So that's how it went. A few seconds of turning and shifting, of allowing the soaking flesh to carry me into place, and I was laying on my back, an inch of space separating my body from the ceiling—an even smaller tunnel made exclusively for me.

Ever so often, something pulsated down and through the pussy, not exactly unpleasant, but rocking my body. No anger rushed over me at this new condition of my confinement—no longer equipped with the need for control, I was at the will of whoever possessed me, and to think otherwise was to wind up where I currently was—used and abused.

There was a release in that depressing thought. No longer did I determine my fate; my tiny claws couldn't hold its massive weight. Whatever happened, whether she meant to or not, was in the control of Fluttershy. There was no sense in fighting against that...

...but there was in finding enjoyment in it.

“You feeling neglected too?” I said, reclining. Gazing down my chest and my stomach, I spotted my cock, sharp and rock-hard, standing painfully erect. “Sorry to say this, but we may be spending the whole day like this.” I felt like a fool speaking aloud, but it was something to distract me from the present. “Doesn't mean we can't kill some time getting acquainted with one another.”

Supported by undulating, giant walls of the pussy, I brought my arm forward, wrapping every digit of my claw around my member—slowly; sending tickling electricity through my length. “Quite the funny situation we've found ourselves in this time, eh?”

My cock didn't reply, unless, of course, you can count the trickling of pre-cum a response.

“Usually, guys jerk off because they can't get near girls.” I continued to lay back, pumping my claw and my cock at a controlled rate, building my pleasure behind my intensity. “Or rather, they can't get their dick anywhere near a pussy.” The word evoked the concept, making my cock throb in my grasp. “And yet, here we are, trapped inside one, beating off! You know, I may very well be the first guy to have jerked off inside a vagina.”

And that gets me going. More and more, I start to take notice of my surroundings, of the curve of the pussy walls, of the vines of cum that stretch through and along the tunnel, some thick and some thin, each accomplished by a sweetly scented musk.

Fluttershy had been aroused earlier, and her pussy hadn't quite calmed down.

We both hadn't reached our high.

“We're inside a giant pussy,” I said the words more so to myself. “Inside a girl as sweet and as kind as Fluttershy. She has no idea we're here, hiding out in her pussy, having our way while she dominates us without knowing it.”

I pumped my claw faster and tighten my grip. Occasionally, at the end of a pump, I would squeeze, tightly, around my tip. It milked the pleasure. The aching in my crotch got worse with every passing second, of having the pussy that contained me be merely a backdrop—this was a once in a lifetime scenario.

So I risked it. So I turned my body around again, pressing my face into the welling of lady juices, my torso becoming slick, my cock becoming more lubricated—the warmness of the cunt etched a fire onto my dick. There was a twitch from my host, a bolt of electricity that course through the entirety of her gigantic body, though she would have known better than to know of my misdoings.

I began to rub the length of my body against the ground of her pussy. The juices above the surface of the flesh caught to my scales, each slide forward and back easier than the last, feeling every inch of her pussy with my every scale, indulging in the bliss of allowing myself to be controlled by a giant cunt.

The cunt seemed please too. More pluses ran through it. The walls became tighter, licking up and down my tail and my ass, but it wasn't stopping or, hell, even slowing my motions—they seemed to rock to my rhythm, helping me fuck the tunnel as much as it was fucking me.

That was a strange deal to think of—I please the pussy, this single entity, and it would please me, a whole dragon. I didn't mind this thought so much as I thrust my cock harder against the grounds of the pussy, flicking my hips and slamming my dick against the flesh, feeling it sink, embraced, slicken with juices as it rebounded.

Soon, it was just straight up humping, like ordinary sex, but with a whole dragon and a tiny fraction of a giant pussy. My world, the cave inside the cunt, shook and trembled, different reactions and sensations emitting out from my home through its master's body—or, perhaps, my master as well.

Fuck it. If I was using the pussy of my friend to get myself off, then I should embrace my wickedness, stripping away all pretenses of morality. Fluttershy had me trapped, between her thick legs and heavy crotch, inside of her pussy, inside of her herself.

I was already over the edge, but I needed thought, visuals to push me further.

I imagined how all of this was looking from outside the prison of her pussy. I could see it too, my view traveling down the length of her tunnel, of leaving me, tiny and unnoticeable, behind inside of her. The view slips through her tight slit, phasing through her folds and mounds, where the space between the fur of her crotch and the fabric of her jeans is non-existent.

The view pulled back. It's the crotch of the yellow colored girl, covered by her blue jeans; a few inches of space between her thighs. Behind all that, past the jeans and the crotch, the pussy lips and down its tunnel, was I, helpless and trapped.

My imagination helped as my world begin to shift, and by shift, I meant that I began to slide. A yelp didn't even escape me while my body slid down her tunnel, the rules of gravity suddenly changed, or the center of my world changed.

In my view, the events taking place corresponded to my imagination. Fluttershy, who I saw to be on the bed, slid herself up to its pillows, raising her legs to the mattress. That basic movement, of having her crotch forward to now up, shifted my world, the gravity of her pussy—the further down I slid, the tighter her walls clenched on me.

Fluttershy, the innocent and unaware girl, had no idea what she was doing to me. No doubt, after that surprise in the bathroom, was retiring to bed for rest. This simple fact scared me—I kept slightly deeper and deeper into her pussy, soon to reach her cervix, and if I wasn't careful, I may very well end up in her womb.

I may have given up my need for control, but I wasn't ready to succumb to living inside a giant girl—at least not yet, anyways. There's no way I'd blame her if it happened, but I would blame myself if I didn't do everything within my tiny power to prevent it.

I pushed my arms against the tightening walls, not so much to gain attention, but to slow my descent, and perhaps, crawl out. My speed did slow—in fact, I stopped, because her cunt clenched. Her wet muscles hugged my frame, sucking me of my taste, then pushing me almost upward.

I was confused, and wondered if maybe I wasn't the only one.

The walls of her pussy undaunted around me, squeezing me tight, pushing me up, pulling me down, over and over, again and again, like it was sucking me, draining me, pumping me—the slick walls and flesh taking my presence for all it was worth.

My world changed again, not because of movement, but because of a moan.

My eyes went wide.

Then, without warning, my world rocked left and right, the giant hips I was in wiggling. They were getting out of something, judging my how my world also bounced up and down, no doubt helped by the assistance of Fluttershy's soft, plump ass.

Before I knew it, more light was pouring into the slit, illuminating my body fully for the first time in a while. While the girl's pussy had its way with me, I turned my head back and look up, at the slit more than twice my size, which was drawing ever quicker with every pump of her inner-muscles.

Through the gap between her pussy lips, Fluttershy had taken off her jeans, which were folded over her bed rest. The puffiness and fluffiness of the lips caught my interest mostly, though that being mostly in the interest of my dick. Despite the change of events, I'd never let go of my member, pumping it in tandem to how the walls of the pussy pumped me.

My world shifted again, not so much different than before, but instead of seeing through the gap of the pussy lips, the ceiling that seems vistas away, I saw instead the length of the bed, of legs that were arched with slim yellow feet just before the bed rest.

This position felt very familiar to me.

I had thought for a time that I would be left in peace. The giant girl, having fallen asleep, would have kept on her jeans—even if I made it to the entrance of her tunnel, the tightness of her jeans would be too taut against her crotch, pressing into her pussy lips, preventing my escape as I was forced to remain in the cunt of the sleeping girl.

To conquer me even as she slept. For her clothing to keep me imprisoned. Fluttershy could roll about in her bed, throwing me about the tunnel of her pussy, changing my sense of gravity, of forcing me to remain in alignment, whatever that may be, inside of her to the rest of how the rest of her body laid.

But instead of that, the girl, having been left unfulfilled by Rainbow, was looking to finish the job herself—two slim, slender fingers splitting the slit above, feeling up the cave that kept me contained. Once more, no panic settled over me; only fear of being caught inside the vagina of an innocent girl.

My raging erection cared not for my questionable morality.

The fingers came apart over my head, sliding along the walls just above me, pushing them back and flicking at them, ultimately coming to thrust her fingers deeper into her own pussy, filling herself out from within—and I was helping.

I was becoming scared with how much the juices around me were beginning to build, how much closer the tips of the trimmed nails were coming to my head, how much tighter the walls were pressing in on my scales till I could feel them through my bones. Something was building, both in my crotch and hers, and without meaning to, I pumped my cock in sync with how she pumped her pussy.

Both of us on edge, tired and horny, wanting nothing more to finish, endeavoured to do just that—Fluttershy's fingers blurred into a flash as her walls could no longer be held back, and in a final burst, pulled back her fingers as she clenched her pussy—pinning me in place as everything and everywhere welled and poured with the juices of Fluttershy.

I wouldn't be lying if I said the life was squeezed out of me—so too was my jizz. In the moment of climax, I let go of my erupting erection, letting the contractions and clenches of the pussy rub me and hug me as tightly as it please, milking my pleasure for its worth as I consented entirely to the workings of the giant cunt.

The words escaped me: “Fluttershy!”

The words escaped her: “Spike!”

The fingers withdrew as the lips of the pussy were wide open. My body, now limp, let itself float above the current of lady cum, coursing along with its current through the cave, the one like I had tried to hard to escape before, but was now being carried out of without having to raise a claw.

The light grew brighter. In a flash of brilliance and a breath of freshness, my body slipped past the folds that kept me entrapped, though, in my freedom, in returning to the ordinarily, utterly gigantic world, there was one price to pay—the way out of Fluttershy's crotch was down a waterfall.

I couldn't have swam in the pouring cum, even if I wanted to. My legs, on leaving her cunt, went along with the current down her underside, my back rubbing the spot between her cunt and her ass, before my I came crashing into softness, my body colliding, bouncing on the mattress of her bed.

The light from the massive lights above blinded me for a moment, but when my eyes adjusted, I found myself laying, on my back, in a pool of white cum, stuck almost, but not minding its drying sensation. Slowly, I rolled my head about, seeing the vistas in which the bed expands, until finally settling forth on the incomprehensible thing sitting before me.

The first thing that greets me is the round, soft, slappable ass cheeks of the girl—each adorned with trios butterflies, each bigger and wider than me. Yellow fur covers her ass, a nice and firm layer, something I could throw myself and impress myself upon, perhaps even be held in and by due to my non-existent weight.

My gaze flickered over to the massive bottom of the girl, the rest of her too big to be seen by my tiny gaze, so my eyes settle on her ass crack. It's huge but closed, tight and clean, big enough for me to jump and bounce on her cheeks, and be caught and held by her crack and comforted by her ass.

Soon enough, I look up, at the heavy crotch of the shaved pubic hair, with the exception of the soft, small tuft of fur lining above her pussy and clit. The pussy itself is huge, beyond any compare, and though I'd been swallowed by its slit, it seemed almost like the entrance to another world as it winked above me.

It was strange to think, even in my freedom, I almost wanted to go back inside of it—to leave the giant, scary world behind, and let the unaware Fluttershy carry me in her pussy, keeping me from danger and having me always pleased. It was a selfish request, but life inside a cunt was one to consider.

Finally, I was forced to crane my head as I looked at the half naked girl, covered by only a black tank-top, though her double-D breasts filled out more than what they could contain. Where Rainbow was small but firm, Fluttershy was big and round with a softness I could see me sinking in to.

Then, much to my surprise, I looked up at the face to the girl that held me, that pleasured me, and saw that she too, saw me in return—a speck among her cum, a dragon conquered by a girl. She looked down at me, eyes ready to cry, face contorted by concern, as my name left her lips with a tone other than surprise.

“Spike?!”