A Giant Threesome

~ 5 ~

Journey Inside the Illusion of Control

Fluttershy's gigantic face hovered above me. She lurched forward, legs still out and back hunched, eyes gazing down at the puddle between her thighs. For a moment, I was worried the puddle I was in would get bigger: tears were welling at the corner of her eyes.

Slowly, and with a constant tremble, a pair of hands descended from the sky. They came to my sides, their palms facing right, each the size of a stage. Standing on my feet, I flinched when their fur pressed against my thighs, my heartbeat picking up the pace.

I could see it now, the hands cupping around me, trapping me against my will, holding me to her every whim. The darkness of her clasped hands while I was stuck between them, slices of light coming through only the cracks on her fingers; my windows to the world.

But that didn't happen. Instead of entrapping me, like Rainbow was so prone to do, the hands actually separated away from me. Somehow, they felt my reaction, my shiver of unease, and at once, they broke away, fearful of harming me, of...getting close to me.

Above, a whine cried out, and when I looked up, the face of Fluttershy had at once retreated behind her hair. I was too confused to be concerned, wondering why her hands were shaking instead of grabbing me, but when I realized, after seeing a tear fall the giant before me, that not all giants were the same.

Or, at least, I hoped.

Everything I endured today, from my loss of control to being trapped inside of a girl, told me to run for the hills. All of these girls would take hold of me, use me, and no matter my words or my actions, they would not protect me, but they would protect my feelings, my secret: just how terrified I was of everyone and everything.

I started to walk to the side of the bed, not to find a way down, but to step up onto the stage, on the waiting palm, and allow the giant to raise me, to hold me, and hopefully, to not use me. I came to the side of the big but slim hand, raising my feet to the soft and slightly squishy surface. A tremble coursed through it at once, cause me to wave my claws to keep my balance.

Seconds passed without anything happening. Fluttershy's face, still obscured by her pink hair, slowly began to come out, her teal eyes trained on me. It was like they were worried about me, almost scared by me.

I blinked. There's no way a giant could be afraid of a tiny, right?

The ground at my feet became unstable as I swayed back and forth to keep myself straight. The hand, keeping as straight and slow as it could, brought me up from the covers of the mattress. Upon regaining my balance, I looked forward, and was treated to a sight no other 'elevator' could offer.

The thick yellow thighs rose on my sides, each like a large, furry barrel of softness. Before me, the bottom of her vulva greeted me, strands of fur still slick with her juices. I came up to the lips of her pussy, which were now tightly closed, before a loud cry sounded from above, and I too yelped as I was pulled away.

A second later, and the hand stabilized.

I did my best to stand tall, to keep my back straight and feet apart, to keep my tail slightly raised and claws at my side. Knowing that the fingers wouldn't suddenly curl around me, I found myself able to correct my posture, to be able to face a giant without having to be scared.

Although I still was.

Many miles below, the covers of the matters were now blurred from the side of her hand, though the same wasn't true of her chest. At once, my back wanted to hunch forward and my tongue to unroll—Fluttershy's enormous rack hung exposed in the open, each boob perfectly round, looking the right amount of softness. At their front, her breasts were perky and pink, long and big enough to support my weight, should I ever have to take a seat upon them.

Fluttershy's breasts grew larger in scale as the hand I'm on suddenly glided toward them. My heart leaped in my chest as I saw myself being trapped in hers, of being flung from her palm and being caught by her cleavage, slowly sinking and being devoured by its flesh.

But that didn't happen, and once again, I was surprised. The hand raised above the slope of her breasts, up along the length of her throat, and finally, after passing her chin and lips, I was standing before her eyes—or eye, rather, as the other was still hiding behind her hair.

For a few moments, all I did was stand at the center of her palm, and all she did was look at me, staring. Being with Rainbow made me forget just how weird this situation was: to have an inch tall dragon standing in your hand.

“Uhm!” Fluttershy squeezed out as her words were lost to her nervousness. I heard the sharp inhale and exhale of her nostrils before she tried again. “A-Are you, I-I-I mean, Spike was, well, and I, mhmm!”

I couldn't stop myself from blinking even if I wanted to. This whole day, I spent at the whim of a giant, and now, another one was at the whim of me? I had my sense of control swapped the moment a pussy became my prison, and now, reality was trying to tell me it had reversed again?

I couldn't make heads or tails of any of this, and because of that, I began to care less. With I sigh, I started to speak: “Yeah, it's me.” I threw up my arms in a gesture of myself. “Tinier, but still me.”

Fluttershy made a sound close to a squeal.

That was her way of asking to continue.

“Suppose we got a bit of talking to do,” I said. “And by talking, I mean blaming literally everything on Rainbow Dash.” I exhaled heavily and shook my head. “Could you believe her? I get shrunk by Twilight, and what does Rainbow do? Break into the library and convince me to hide away in her rack.”

Fluttershy's long eyebrow arched upon my last word, and after a moment of silence, let out a small cry, raising and using her other hand and arm to cover her chest. Her lips quivered as she leaned back, scared as if I was about to jump her, that at tiny dragon could scare her in the slightest.

This wasn't getting us anywhere; my words felt hollow.

“Can you believe her?” I chuckled afterward “Because that's exactly what she did! Stuck me right in her cleavage, decided to go for a little run, and then had her way with me in your bathroom.” My blood boiled as my previous indignation began to ignite. “Do you have any idea how it feels like to shrink? I used to tower over everyone, and now, everyone towers over me!”

I shook my head at the thought. For too long, my thoughts and feelings on the matter had been repressed, but not for any longer—a giant was finally listening to me, and it was about time she understood just how badly her kind had behaved.

The palm, my stage, it shivered.

“You know what I want back more than my height? Control.” I began to pace back and forth on the fleshy surface, the layer of fur tickling my feet. “Not even control over others! For once, I'd like to have to have control over myself—if that's okay!”

I glared at the distant, giant face of Fluttershy.

It was impossible to describe the scale of her face. Each eye a size of a shimmering ocean—teal igniting from their centers. Gazing at her face, at how it gently looked at me—not down, but at, I found it hard to keep yelling at her, to keep this expression of my repressions and resentment going, but even though nothing but an aura of kindness generated from her body, I still couldn't hold back my rage.

“Yahhh!” Unable to withhold my rage, it shot through me as I kicked my foot, hard, against the front of her yellow pinkie. It twitched, a shiver coursing through the rest of its owner, but the girl only tucked in her lips.

I threw up my claws. “I can't even believe I'm in this mess—or the mess on me.” I jerked my arms to throw off the cum slightly dried to my scales. “Do you know how much it sucked to be inside of you? To have no way of letting you know I was there—of having your pussy have its way with me? I hated every second of it!”

Fluttershy's eyes blinked repeatably as their glint grew.

Damn it. Walking back in forth on her palm, I stopped in the center to catch my breath, to truly contemplate just what I was about to do. As her raised fingers towered over me like bars to a cell, I wondered why my anger felt so misguided—I'd be abused, trapped and almost killed, and even though I was justified in my rage against Rainbow, the same feeling didn't carry over to Fluttershy.

Yet she was the one listening to me.

“Just because a dragon gets shrunk doesn't mean he should lose all sense of control!” I went at it again. I looked forward, between her digits and at her distant, enormous but beautiful face. “So what if you're gigantic? You all should respect me just the same!”

Fluttershy's lips had been quivering in the distance. Every detail of her lip, from every twitch to every tug of the teeth was amplified at my size—little cues suddenly large. She was scared, no doubt about it, but the thing that got me, the thing that made me feel all so horriblygood was that she was scared of me.

Me. A tiny dragon, once entrapped by breasts, twice sealed inside two girls pussies. The power I once held over others, my height and my dragon strength, now removed; rendering me weak...almost useless.

I clutched my claw at my chest, struggling to keep my legs from buckling from the weight of the realization, of remembering how defeated I was while trapped inside of Fluttershy. There was no way I could feel that again, that horrible emptiness of knowing the slightest moment, the smallest contraction could kill me, could crush me inside the cunt of women—I couldn't go back to the spectrum of existence again.

“You know, I still haven't heard a sorry for all the stuff you put me through.” I stepped toward the edge between her middle and index finger. I raised a claw to my side-frill. “So, how about it? Do you regret putting an innocent dragon through torture just to bring you some pleasure?”

A bulge carried down Fluttershy's throat as she swallowed. She blinked a few times, shooting some wet from the corner of her eyes; anger clouded my own for me to care. Finally, after a few, heavy breaths, her soft lips parted, and then she squeaked: “I-I'm so-rrr-y.”

Her voice was so quiet and so scared that, were I not so tiny, I doubt I would have heard her apology. I debated with myself upon hearing it, of knowing, even through my anger, that it wasn't her fault, that Rainbow had set her up—but I didn't care for the facts, because I had power, control over the giant girl.

“Yeah? And you think sorry is going to cut it?!” I yelled louder than anytime before. There wasn't any need for it, but seeing another shiver shake her body rendered me pleased with myself. “I was trapped inside of you without you knowing! Do you know how scary, how awful it was?”

I curled up my digits and clenched my claw; it was an outright lie.

“I-I-I'm-m-m—“

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, crossing my arms. “You're sorry. You didn't mean for this happen, and yet, it happened anyways.” I uncrossed my arms and began to point at her. “Point is, you owe tiny 'ol me for everything that's happened.” Disgust. More and more, the sensation clogged up my body, and it only grew worse when my eyes lowered from her eyes to her soft chin, down her long throat, and settled upon her giant, firm rack. “And I think I already know the way you can pay me back.”

Fluttershy blinked at my request, confused and scared. Her gaze matched my own as she looked down her own body, and much to her silent blush, stared into her own mighty cleavage. Her cheeks colored red at comprehending my request, and while I was expecting to almost being thrown, I wasn't expecting her to actually move her arm—to slowly pull her wrist away from her small but perky tan breasts.

I couldn't believe my eyes as my jaw went slack. Far, far away from between her fingers, her chest now laid bare before my gaze—each boob rounded with a perfect amount of fat, looking all so squishy as I wanted nothing more than to rub my face into each one of them.

As I stepped forward, it never occurred to me that something like this could be possible. That sweet, kind but shy Fluttershy, with a rack that even Rarity would kill for, would have it out, now, while I was at this size—each boob was like a mountain I wanted to do more than just climb.

Something stirred and ached from inside my crotch.

“Oh, my you're perfect.” The words escaped me before I could stop them. Be it from my anger or my lust or something else, my heart hammered against my chest. I quickly shook my head. “I mean, you got yourself set-up perfectly, but I need you to do something for me.”

Fluttershy bit her bottom lip as her teeth kept clattering, though she soon nodded her head, her blush still present and...pleasant.

“I want you to rest with you back to the headboard.” The giant Fluttershy kept still for a moment, and then, her entire body shifted as she scooted a few inches back; her bare ass rubbed along the sheets as she laid back. “Annnnd stop!”

Fluttershy stopped exactly at the word.

If anyone saw the giant girl at the moment, they would have thought she was posing for the cover of a nude magazine—she had her upper body propped up, with her chest hanging out, but her ass was a bit forward, with her legs propped up and wide. In truth, I just got her back into the position she was in when she was first masturbating with me inside of her.

“Now you're going to grab your left breast!” I never expected for those kinds of words to ever leave me, nonetheless be directed at Fluttershy—but she complied. Her other hand came to hover over her chest, palm aimed at her breast, and upon shutting her eyes, slammed it against her boob. “H-Holy shit.”

I couldn't believe it. There were many reasons to not believe the sight, to think that the distant, giant hand groping at Fluttershy's breast was just a dream, a hallucination that's made me believe that I was somehow shrunk. But the sight continued. The slender lingers worked at her breasts, pressing into her fur, feeling her size, letting her digits sink into her softness—such a normal action to her, but to me, it was like watching a soft mountain go to town on itself.

Being shrunk wasn't as bad as I made it out to be—seeing the parts that make girls great suddenly enlarged was a pleasure you couldn't get from being normal size. With Rainbow, I had to fear for my life, to fight to gain back my control; with Fluttershy, I had control over her, and I could enjoy every inch and second of her ministrations.

“That's right! Mmmhmm.” I watched as Fluttershy worked at her giant chest. I contemplated then and there taking out my cock, jerking and pumping my shaft to the workings of her fingers, of watching her breast jiggle with each push of her palm. Fuck, the aching in my dick was becoming unbearable. “J-jiggle! I wanna see your breasts jiggle!”

Fluttershy yelped. She made another nervous sound after that.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why was I becoming so confused? Fluttershy began rocking her upper-body, feeling more and more of her breasts as her entire rack began to jiggle, flesh and fur bouncing upward and settling back in place, her breasts growing in size as a familiar scent took to the air.

My cock slipped out from my slit in response to her musk. It begged to be gripped and yanked, to be pulled and to be squeezed; pumped in tandem to her fingers, of seeing her rack assaulted by her fingers, the cleavage that could take me whole in their softness.

I should have taken my cock then and there and finally enjoyed myself; to jerk off to the giant world that had been a threat to me for all so long. Everything was within my control, the one thing I wanted this whole time, and yet, even through my anger, I didn't reach that peace I so desperately wanted.

And that peace certainly didn't come at the sound of the girl crying.

I cut away from my thoughts, from my anger and my resentment, to gaze up at Fluttershy. With her head turned away, I caught a glimmer of a tear rolling down her cheek as she attempted to hide her shame. But she couldn't hide her hiccups—how sad and sweet they sounded as she continued to play my petty little game.

Was this what I really wanted? To feel strong that I'd trample over the feelings of a kind girl? I shook my head, draping my claw over my face. This whole time, control is what I wanted, what I felt like would make me complete once again—but there wasn't any pleasure to be found in my shame.

“Fluttershy, I...” my voice trailed away. She wouldn't be able to hear me over her own sobbing. Her hand kept working at her breast, but instead of it being a sight of pride, it was now one of shame. Shaking my head, I knew I had to do something to fix this, something to make things right.

As I took my claw off my face, I tossed a glance over my shoulder—I could run away from the situation if I wanted to. A part of me wanted to avoid my shame, to get away with this little crime, but, try as I might, I just couldn't leave the girl crying like this. But how could I fix this?

Control. It's what I wanted this whole time, and because of that, it created this whole mess. Looking down at my body, at how my feet sunk into her still raised palm, I realized that control didn't matter at this moment—I never had control. She could curl her hand and that would be the end of me.

Control was just an illusion to make myself feel better—that I could somehow control the uncontrollable. Sighing, I did the one thing that I shouldn't have, the one thing that would take away all the control that I had gained.

I set my sights on her raised index finger and I walked toward it. Then, just a foot away, I came to wrap my arms around it, hugging it as tightly as I could manage, sensing how she could feel my movement. I hated to admit her, but her finger was just so soft and slender, and my erect cock wanted nothing more than to just hump the living light out of it.

But I had a problem to resolve. Trusting her finger to hold my weight, I began to shuffle my feet off her palm, turning myself along the base of her finger while I wrapped my legs around it as well. Soon, I was on the other side of it, without ground below, and a fall that would bring my doom.

I felt my carrier shuffle, and in a second, gazing down at my form, but I didn't look back.

I was too busy rubbing my cheek against her finger, trusting my life in her hands.