A Giant Threesome

~ 6 ~

Journey Inside the Tiny's Feelings

While I couldn't tell how much time had passed, in the same vein, every second ticked in accordance to the beat of my racing heart. My cheek rubbed against the short fur of her finger, invisible to the naked eye; tangible to a tiny.

I felt the ground, or lack thereof, behind me, below me, around me. My arms tightened around her finger—my support for my body, and without it, I'd fall and fall, colliding and dying against a mattress of all things. One glance down to the vista of blue sheets was enough to jolt my heart, to commend me to shuffle back into her palm, but no nervousness, no amount of fear could hold me back from setting things right with this girl.

I cringed at the memory. In a flash, my resentment became anger; hate filling my untruthful words, and once I saw the tears, everything that had built inside of me, all my anger and resentment it, it all left, with only regret to take its place.

“...Spike?”

The words were loud and soft at the same time. They didn't have the booming effect that Rainbow's did; they managed to be soothing no matter their tone, no matter their inflection. Her gaze was set on my back, though I didn't look back.

I couldn't look back.

Seconds passed. The sheets shuffled far below as the girl shifted. Fluttershy sat up, her hand tilting slightly, and a moment later, I heard something move, and just afterward, a pressure at my back. Finally, with a heavy sigh, I pulled my face from her finger, peeked over my shoulder, and saw the palm of her hand, open and alleviated, just at the back of my feet.

Fluttershy had accepted my apology, but I wasn't out of the doghouse yet.

My right arm slipped from the finger as I swung to the left, using the side of her digit to hang from. Looking up at her giant, teal eyes, I smiled sheepishly as we made contact. Then, with a gulp, I made a flick downward, and once more, she did the same.

Only, this time, I twirled my claw in the air.

Fluttershy nodded. Her hand retracted before me, and out of modesty, I turned my head and closed my eyes—exactly what I should have done in the first place. I could hear the blanket raise and rub against her fur.

Moments later, there was a pressure at my heel, and my eyes re-opened.

Fluttershy's gigantic body flashed before me. She sat up, blanket from her chest down to her lap; mane frizzled and face exposed. Her lips curled into a small smile, one that wavered by the second, but it kept up as her palm opened up to me.

I gulped, nodded, and stepped forward. My feet made contact with her fur, each one sinking an inch into her palm, though I reached the center of her palm with ease. Around me, her fingers were curled, trimmed nails pointed at me, each one able to save me should I fall.

I couldn't help but smile. Even after my unjustifiable yelling and hurtful words, the girl, the sweet Fluttershy still cared for my well-being. I was touched, so much so, that when her hand began to hover pass the sheets and ascend her body, I came and wrapped my claws around her thumb for support.

Her smile grew by an inch; a mile for a guy like me.

It's hard to describe the feeling and the sensation that filled me. My stomach felt light from how the hand sliced through the air, how miles were being covered in mere seconds; how my platform, her palm, felt like it was about to fly off. At the edge of her hand, the ground blurred below, growing further and further the higher she rose me—one twitch would send me to my death.

Yet my heart didn't leap when Fluttershy held me.

Finally, and quite intimidatingly, my ground began to slow upon reaching her giant face. It came to a stop just before and between her eyes.

I gulped. My scales were sweating. The giant, teal eyes were gazing at me—they were enormous up close, and yet, still positively shimmering. Time to face the music. Letting go of her thumb, I gave it a final tap as I strode to the center of her palm, straightening out my back as I looked up—no, forwardat the face of the giant.

The sight was like a needle pricking at my heart, and yet, I bled a certain hopefulness.

“I'm—“

“—sorry.”

We blinked as our mouths shut. We both were going to apologize? I shook my head at the idea, chuckling to express my anxiety; Fluttershy simply turned her head and made a small squeaking sound.

Then, after a second, from the corner of her eye, Fluttershy looked at me. She must have seen that I wasn't angry or anything of the kind, because her massive head turned toward me, and she looked hopefully at me again.

Now was my chance.

“Fluttershy, I am so, so so sorry for the things I said to you.” The words came out hollow, and that was because I was searching for the right ones to say, and not the ones that were true. I shook my head. “And I don't want you thinking for a second that you owe me anything, be it an apology or...something else.”

I dug my fangs into my lip.

The tinge of blood was on my tongue.

In the following silence, I expected a lot of things to happen: for the giant, firm lips to begin shouting at me, to blow my scales from my body, to show me the back of her throat, of the mouth that could take me whole. In this stream of thoughts, I could feel the ground of her palm suddenly jerking me up, throwing me across the room, or just flying forward, and crushing me against some wall.

No matter the way I spun my expectation, they all resulted in revenge. It made sense. Rainbow Dash had used her control over me to abuse me, and because of that, I did the same to Fluttershy; she was now in the same spot as me, and with actual control on her side, she could exact her revenge anyway she liked.

“H-How did this happen to you?”

And she exacted her revenge by inquiring about my well-being.

I almost wanted to cry in response to the question. Truly, Fluttershy was better than us all.

“Twilight needed help with some new spell,” I said, without trace to my thoughts. “Didn't mine leaving my bedroom to lend a claw, but if I knew I'd shrink to the size of your finger, I might have just locked the door instead.” She giggled and I smiled. “She left for Celestia in Canterlot this afternoon, and Rainbow broke into the library this evening.”

Another giggle.

I felt better about myself.

“And, well...she was huge and sexy and towering.” The words bloated through my chest. “All those things combined scared the ever living crud outta me.” I pressed a claw to my temple. “It'd be too silly to explain what I felt.”

“Please?” Fluttershy asked as her face drew closer, lips pouted. “If it's okay, I would really like to know how you felt at the time.” A bulge carried down her mighty throat as she swallowed. “Or all this time if you're up for it.”

I slowly nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

I walked to the side of her hand, nearing its edge and sitting down, letting my feet dangle over the abyss. My body, once tense with tension, now loose from forgiveness. We hadn't gotten over my previous outburst, but knowing that I could explain myself, that someone was willing to listen to what I'd gone through, what I felt during it all—it made me feel powerful, butwithout the guilt.

“Rainbow came to me when I was stuck atop a table,” I said, exhaling heavily. “Twilight had left me there when she ran out of the library. It...hurt, kinda, knowing that she just left me there, that she didn't think to leave some kind of escape route.” My head dipped forward. “It seems like such a silly thing to get angry about, but I was fuming over it on the table.”

I let my face fall into my claws.

“Rainbow was my knight in shining armor,” I confessed with half of my wit, “coming to my aid at the size of a dragon herself.” Laughter spewed past my lips, and I hadn't felt it coming. “To think that Rainbow would ever be taller than me! Yet, when she broke inside, she was the one the size of a dragon, and I was no bigger than a pin.”

Fluttershy's face inched closer and grew bigger—it didn't startle me or scare me, even when she spoke: “Did that, um, hurt your feelings in any way?”

I lifted my face from my claws. “How do you mean?”

“Well...” her voice dipped. “I'm not exactly sure how to phrase it, but you keep using the word dragon a lot, and you made it very important to know... how you used t-to tower over us.” Another gulp, though she kept with her train of thought. “B-But when Rainbow came to visit you, y-you said it was like s-she was the dragon.”

Realization dawned on me.

My palms found my face once more.

“It's because she was a dragon, 'Shy,” I said. “And she's not supposed to be the dragon—I am.” The words were like thorns stabbing holes along my tongue. “I'd been a shrimp for most of my life, and after that growth spurt, I was able to tower over all of you girls!” My heart jolted at how I used “tower” again, though I stared through my digits at the giant girl. “I shouldn't have to lose what made me a dragon in the first place!”

The heat of my voice caught into the scales of my claw. All this time, it was my height, my ability to tower over ponies that made me believe that I was a dragon, that I was somehow different and better; height kept me from being a shrimp again.

But now I had been shrunk, and was far past square one. Before anger could shoot through me again, before my thoughts could turn for the worse again, I felt the cut of wind caress my scales, and a second later, saw only soft yellow; my body enveloped in warm wetness.

It took a couple of blinks, but my eyes focused on the firm, plush lips that were kissing me.