Nano-Normanby MassDriverChaptersTwilightRainbow DashRarityTwilight“Unusual readings…” muttered Twilight Sparkle, peering into the Mk. II Magic Compact. It was an improvement on the old one in a couple of important ways: it no longer absorbed other people’s magic, and it was calibrated to detect a wider range of magical energies. But without a background in magical studies, it was often hard to know just what it was detecting. The readings it was currently showing didn’t seem to correspond with anything she’d seen before. Frowning, she tapped out a group text on her phone. “Maybe one of the girls has an idea…” “Looks like they missed one,” said Norman, using his foot to push aside the thick branches of the shrubbery. Throughout the past week, Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle had been collaborating to clear up the smaller portals Twilight’s rampage had left behind. Some of the smaller ones, farther from the point of origin, hadn’t disappeared on their own - and this one had clearly escaped the girls’ sweep of the school grounds. It was a crack in the ground, ringed by a swirling purple aura, and it led to… somewhere. Norman leaned closer, peering into the portal. It didn’t look like that other world, the one with the pony people. In fact, there was something familiar about it. It reminded him of some classrooms in Canterlot High, but everything looked... different. Bigger? And there was something else, like a field of stars in a purple sky... He leaned even closer - and suddenly he felt a pull. At this distance, the portal seemed to have its own gravity, an attracting force that caught Norman off guard and pulled him closer. He toppled forward, falling through the hole in space… On the underside of the chemistry lab’s table, in a spot you’d never notice unless you knew just where to look, was a portal just a few inches wide. Twilight Sparkle happened to be in that lab room, sitting at that exact table, at the moment that Norman - now just two inches tall - fell through the portal and landed on her purple skirt. Norman weighed next to nothing, and Twilight didn’t even notice him when he hit her skirt. He was thrashing about, yelling in surprise... but she didn’t see, hear, or feel him at all. Norman’s state of panic didn’t last long. He knew he’d fallen through a portal, which meant he was somewhere else, which meant his first priority would be to figure out just where that was. The ground was soft and purple, with starry jewels set into its surface. Norman wasn’t sure what to make of that, so he looked up… And that made things a whole lot clearer. Hundreds of feet above his head was a human face with a familiar purple complexion. But it was dizzying to look at; faces weren’t supposed to be that big and simultaneously that far away. There was only one explanation, bizarre as it was: Twilight Sparkle was huge. A giantess, tall as a skyscraper. Twilight was looking down, with an expression of concern on her face… but her eyes weren’t quite pointed in his direction. Waving his arms didn’t get her attention… and in fact, she chose that moment to lean forward over the table in front of her. Norman couldn’t see her face anymore, which meant she couldn’t see him. But her posture didn’t just move her face out of sight; it also emphasized her bosom. Twilight wasn’t the bustiest of girls, but she had a respectable set of tits… and right now her tits were so big that Norman could have used them like trampolines. He imagined himself reclining against an enormous purple boob, sinking into warm, fragrant skin as Twilight looked lovingly down at him… This wasn’t the most convenient time to get a hard-on, but there it was. The thought of a female body big enough to be a landscape was undeniably exciting… and if he lived long enough, he might even get to enjoy it. Getting Twilight’s attention seemed like it would be a good start, and for that he needed to make contact with her bare skin. He rose to his feet, walked along the fabric of her dress, and climbed up the waistband of her skirt. Looking up Twilight Sparkle’s shirt, Norman could see a plain of smooth purple skin, interrupted by a belly button and - far above him - a simple blue bra that held her giant breasts. But never mind that; his goal was to get Twilight’s attention. All he had to do was reach out and touch her skin, and she’d have to notice him eventually... But an intake of breath filled his nostrils with a rich aroma, something feminine and intensely powerful. It was the wafting scent of Twilight Sparkle’s pussy. Her big… purple… pussy. Norman trembled, breathing in a few more lungfuls of her scent. When would he get another opportunity like this? An opportunity to immerse himself in a girl’s pussy… especially a girl like Twilight. He couldn’t pass this up. Beneath the waistband of Twilight’s skirt was a pair of blue panties. Norman wriggled beneath both layers, squirming, inching downward with his face pressed into Twilight’s skin… and finally he tumbled down into the inside of her panties, where her musk overpowering. It was so humid down here, so saturated by Twilight’s scent, that Norman began to feel lightheaded… but a few deep breaths steadied him, and he felt ready to go to work. Twilight squirmed in her seat. There was a twinge in her pussy, which was odd. There was nothing arousing about the work she was doing; if anything, she was frustrated by the limits of her knowledge. “Hormones,” she muttered, and adjusted the magic locket’s calibrations. Leaning his back against Twilight Sparkle’s panties, Norman dug his cell phone out of his pocket and shone its screen in the direction of her body. Even in the dim light, the size of her pussy was breathtaking; it stood almost as tall as Norman himself, confronting him with the knowledge of just how small he was - and how immense Twilight Sparkle was. Twilight’s pussy was narrow, guarding its secrets - but Norman knew he could make it blossom. Norman slipped one hand past Twilight’s lips and began to move it slowly up and down, teasing the inside of her cunt. Not much happened at first, and Norman forced himself to be patient as he massaged her folds. He was small, and there was only so much he could do… and besides, too much movement ran the risk of attracting Twilight’s conscious attention. With a little persistence, he began to see results: the interior of Twilight’s panties started to grow warmer, the air became thicker with her scent… and the wetness surrounding Norman’s hand began to flow. It trickled down his wrist, dampening the sleeve of his jacket and making Twilight’s folds glisten in the light cast by his cell phone. And just as they began to glisten, they grew, unfolding in a slow, sensual display of readiness. “What is wrong with me?” muttered Twilight, shifting in her seat. “Why am I suddenly so… damn… HORNY?” “Who’s what now?” chirped Pinkie Pie, pushing open the door to the chemistry lab. Twilight gasped, instinctively closing her legs as Pinkie - with Fluttershy close behind her - barged into the room. “Whoa! What are you doing here?” said Twilight. “Um, we got the group text,” said Fluttershy apologetically. “You… said you needed help with something magical?” “We’re super not qualified to help, but we were nearby!” said Pinkie. “So what’s all this about being hor-” “The locket!” Twilight exclaimed, desperate to re-center the conversation on something other than her arousal. “I’m getting some strange readings, and… well, it couldn’t hurt to get a second and third opinion.” Norman massaged Twilight’s widening lips with both hands, leaning nearer to her increasingly slick cunt. His jacket was already sodden with her fluids, and the air grew muggier as her pussy hotboxed the inside of her panties. It wasn’t enough just to breathe in her scent; he needed a taste. Bracing himself against her slick lips, he leaned forward, mouth open… And that was the moment that Twilight, shocked to see Pinkie and Fluttershy enter the room, swung her legs shut. Before he knew what was happening, he was sandwiched between Twilight’s thighs, pressed up against her pussy lips. And as he wriggled, trying to get his bearings, he felt something emerging, engorging, and pushing against his face… Norman couldn’t believe his luck. Twilight’s big purple clit - a fleshy nub as big as his head - was pressed right up against his face. Right where he could lick it, tasting Twilight’s nectar as he stimulated the sensitive bundle of nerves. He wriggled his hands free of her thighs and grasped her clit from either side, squeezing and stroking it while he licked its surface. “So… yeah…” said Twilight, “It’s weird. Never seen… readings like this…” She held up the locket, trying to keep her friends’ eyes on it rather than on her. She could feel her cheeks getting hot, and she couldn’t stop squirming in her seat; she felt certain that if Pinkie and Fluttershy looked at her for more than a second, they’d notice how humiliatingly aroused she was. “Gosh,” said Fluttershy, leaning a little too close for Twilight’s taste, “I don’t really know what it means-” “Okay!” said Twilight hurriedly. “Well thanks, you did your best, I’m sure I’ll figure this out, don’t worry about it, just go about your day!” “Aw, it’s no trouble, Twilight!” said Pinkie. Shoulder-to-shoulder with Twilight, she leaned in over the desk to get a better look at the locket. Her tits were right in Twilight’s eyeline - and even worse, she was resting her hand on Twilight’s thigh, putting her fingertips a fraction of an inch from Twilight’s burning pussy. “No, really,” grunted Twilight, “I’m fine, it’s fine, you can just-” She bit her lip, stifling a moan. What was happening to her? No matter how much she tried to fight it, her pussy just kept getting wetter and hotter. It felt a little like it did when she was touching herself, but it was like her pussy was on autopilot. Could this have something to do with the magical readings? Had her pussy developed a mind of its own? And it didn’t help that Pinkie and Fluttershy were so close… they were both leaning over her, dangling their tits in Twilight’s face. And Pinkie’s hand was right on her upper thigh, so close to her aching cunt. Twilight needed to cum, she needed to be touched - it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming, chasing her friends from the room so she could finger herself. Of course, there was someone touching Twilight. Norman wasn’t as strong as a full-sized human hand - even a single finger might have had more strength than his shrunken body - but he was absolutely dedicated to Twilight Sparkle’s pleasure. He was licking her slick purple clit as fast as he could, stroking its sides with his fingers and palms, feeling the muscles of Twilight’s pussy tense up as fluid washed over his body. She was getting close, he could tell. Twilight Sparkle was a towering skyscraper of a woman, so big that Norman’s little body was beneath her notice… but he knew how to touch her, how to immerse himself in her womanhood, how to make it drip and tense and release… “Girls,” gasped Twilight, “Girls, can you just… please, I need to…” But there was no time. Twilight dropped the locket onto the lab table and clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling the moan that was crawling its way up her throat. Her pussy had pushed itself over the edge, and each throb made her body shudder. Twilight knew from experience that she was loud when she came, and when she touched herself she usually had a pillow to absorb her cries… but now, all she could do was keep her hand over her moaning mouth as her climax ran its course. “Twilight,” whispered Fluttershy, once her friend’s moans had settled into short, gasping breaths, “Are you okay? That was…” “Magical feedback!” said Twilight, trying to sound authoritative. “Very useful data. Very illuminating. Thank you.” “Really?” said Pinkie, giving Twilight’s flushed face a skeptical look. “We didn’t do anything, and that kiiinda looked like you were-” “You can go!” said Twilight, with a manic smile. “I’m okay, everything’s okay!” Fluttershy and Pinkie backed towards the door, nervously excusing themselves from the chemistry lab. Once they were gone, Twilight let out a long sigh and slipped an inquisitive hand under her skirt, feeling the front of her damp panties. “What the fuck was that?” she mumbled. Norman lay splayed against Twilight’s pussy, drenched in her fluid and soaked in her scent. As she touched her panties, her huge fingers stroked his back - and even though she didn’t know he was there, her touch felt like a loving acknowledgement of his diligent sexual services. Author's Note This story was a commission! If you want one of your own, see my commission policy and prices here. I can also be reached at massdriver77 {at} gmail {dot} com, or on Discord at MassDriver#3858. I've also set up a Ko-fi! If you want to support my work but you're not looking for a commission, it's a great way to leave a tip! Rainbow DashNorman couldn’t tell where Twilight was going, but he could feel the swinging of her legs and the forward motion of her body. Every once in a while, he felt a rhythmic bumping and a sensation of falling as Twilight descended the school’s staircases. Eventually, she stopped - and Norman felt his stomach drop as she quickly pulled her skirt and panties down to the floor. Twilight lifted her panties, holding the sodden garment with two fingers as she placed it gingerly on a bench. Norman was tucked away in the folds of the fabric, still too small to be noticed - even when he poked his head out to look at his surroundings. The dizzying scale of the world around him made it hard to recognize the shapes that stood above him, but the towering walls around him soon resolved into familiar rows of purple lockers. This must be the girls’ locker room; it was similar to the boys’, but a bit cleaner. “Cold shower,” muttered Twilight. “Whether that spontaneous orgasm was magical or not, hopefully a cold shower will-” A door opened nearby - or, from Norman’s perspective, very far away. Before Twilight could do anything to cover her below-the-waist nudity, Rainbow Dash entered the locker room. “Hey, Twilight!” she said - and then she noticed the state her friend was in. “Just hanging around with your pussy out, huh?” “Yeah,” sighed Twilight, too burned out to have much of a reaction. “That’s me. Twilight Sparkle, hanging out in the smelly locker room with my pussy completely out.” She sat down on the bench, making the ground under Norman shake. “Cool,” said Rainbow Dash. “Oh hey, I got that group text, did you sort out that magic thing?” “Not really,” said Twilight. “But I think I can figure it out on my own. Right now I’m just here to take a shower.” “All right, cool,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’m just getting changed for track practice. You might wanna make that shower quick - the rest of the track team girls are gonna be in here in like ten minutes, and… I haven’t known you that long, but you don’t seem like the kind of girl who’s super casual about being seen naked.” “Yeah, I’m not,” said Twilight. “Thanks for the tip.” Rainbow Dash set a gym bag down on the bench, then took out a few articles of clothing… including a sports bra. Norman weighed his options; he could stick with Twilight, but a little novelty might make today even more special. While the girls were looking away from him, he crawled out from within Twilight’s musky panties and into Rainbow Dash’s clean gray sports bra, tucking himself into a fold of the fabric. Twilight promptly pulled off her shirt and bra and walked out of sight. Norman craned his neck, trying to see into the showers, but the angle was impossible - and, Norman supposed, watching her take a cold shower probably wouldn’t be that exciting. As Norman was looking in Twilight’s general direction, listening to the sound of the shower, he felt himself being jerked upwards. He grabbed onto the bra’s fabric for dear life, managing to stay in place until Rainbow Dash pulled the sports bra over her head. As the fabric conformed to the shape of her body, it trapped Norman, pressing him against the soft blue flesh of Dash’s left breast. Unknowingly taking Norman with her, Rainbow Dash left the locker room. Her breasts weren’t the biggest in Canterlot High, but they were big enough to bounce ever so slightly when Rainbow Dash walked. The bra held them in place well enough, but even that little bit of jiggle was a pleasantly bumpy ride for Norman. Being pinned against a giant boob wasn’t quite as intense as being inside a girl’s panties. The scent of Rainbow Dash’s skin was pleasant, but not overpowering like the fragrance of Twilight’s womanhood. Norman felt around with one arm, and discovered a spongy protrusion that had to be Dash’s big blue nipple. He ran his hands over the bumpy flesh - until a set of giant fingers pressed against his back, making him freeze in panic. Luckily, Dash didn’t press too hard, and the soft boob on the other side of his body cushioned him. “Damn itchy boob,” mumbled Dash. Norman decided to cool it for a while - and as he lay motionless against her skin, he felt the sun suddenly hit his back. Even through the bra and the T-shirt Dash was wearing, the sunlight was still pleasantly warm. He didn’t have long to enjoy it, though, before Rainbow Dash started to jog in the direction of the track. The gentle bumping rhythm of Dash’s walking pace was replaced by a continuous, intense jostling. Norman felt himself slipping downward, and he reached out to grab onto the nearby nipple, halting his descent. He rubbed the sensitive skin, and he heard Rainbow Dash’s breathing grow slightly deeper. She didn’t seem to realize she was being touched, but it was definitely having an effect. Arriving at the track, Dash exchanged some pleasantries with her coach and dropped to the ground, curling her body in a fast-paced set of sit-ups. Norman took the opportunity to stroke the skin beneath him, running his hand along the rim of the giant nipple and rhythmically moving his limbs. Soon, his efforts were rewarded with grunts and heavy breaths from the beautiful giantess. She didn’t seem to realize that anything was unusual, judging by the uninterrupted rhythm of her sit-ups; she must have assumed that her bra was just rubbing her skin a little more than usual. “What’s wrong?” asked the voice of the track coach, a woman who Norman didn’t know. “Don’t tell me our star athlete is out of breath just from doing sit-ups!” “Naw, I’m all right,” said Rainbow Dash, pausing at the bottom of a sit-up “Just… adjusting to the heat, I think.” “Well, whatever kind of adjustment you need, make sure you make it before the next meet!” said the coach. “And, you know, stay hydrated and all that.” Speaking of hydration, the heat was beginning to raise droplets of sweat on Rainbow Dash’s skin. The surface under Norman was starting to grow a little bit slick… and when Rainbow Dash resumed her sit-ups and lifted her body, the jolt knocked him loose. He slid down, beneath the underside of Dash’s boob… and with each rapid push-up he slid further, until his tiny body emerged from the bottom of Dash’s sports bra. Norman tumbled down Rainbow Dash’s belly, rebounding off of smooth blue skin as he rolled downward. He was still concealed by Dash’s shirt, so there was no risk of getting caught… but he did risk tumbling onto the ground unless he could stop himself somewhere favorable. Luckily, his tumble was taking him to the waistband of Dash’s gym shorts, and when he hit it, he managed to snag it with both hands. He tucked himself into the waistband, slipping into Rainbow Dash’s panties. It was dank and musty, even more so than Twilight’s had been at the start. Dash was already a little bit wet, it seemed; Norman’s work on her breast seemed to have had an effect. He wriggled his way down to her pussy, walking his feet down her wide, wet lips until he felt the smooth, slick surface of her clit against his cheek. “Fuck,” muttered Rainbow Dash, shifting her legs awkwardly as she stood up, “Not usually this horny right after school…” The field was starting to fill up as the rest of the team arrived, boys and girls in t-shirts and shorts - which didn’t help diminish the arousal Dash was feeling. After a few words from the coach, Dash and a few other girls lined up around the track, dropping into starting position: one leg forward, one leg back, hands on the ground. If she weren’t poised for a race, Rainbow Dash might have investigated the insistent and intensifying movement in her panties… but she wasn’t about to sabotage her start just because something was tickling her clit. The coach yelled “go,” and the racers took off. It didn’t escape the team’s notice that she didn’t get as strong a start as she usually did. Her form was a little wobbly, her legs not quite doing what she wanted them to. Over the next few seconds, as her rapidly jostling body made Norman lose his grip on her pussy and bounce around inside her musty panties. Norman struggled to regain his footing. Once he got accustomed to the rhythm of her pumping legs, he managed to jam his hands into her folds, gripping the slick flesh and bringing his face up to her clit once again. The thought of pleasuring Rainbow Dash while she ran, unaware of Norman’s presence, was too good to pass up - so he put everything he had into it, licking her clit and stroking it with his cheek, pumping his legs up and down to touch every inch of her dripping slit. He was soaked in Dash’s pussy juice now, so saturated that he could barely detect the scent that Twilight had left on him. He could hear the blood pumping to her cunt; she was close. And out on the track, Rainbow Dash was faltering. For her, of course “faltering” meant being only slightly better than the other girls on the team, but it was still confounding. What was going on in her pussy? It was as if every motion of her legs was making her cunt rub up against itself, driving her arousal higher and higher. Usually she was intensely focused when she was running, totally in tune with her body, every muscle performing flawlessly. But now her cunt was betraying her, trying to make her cum in public. Was it the sight of Twilight that was doing this to her? Twilight was a good-looking chick… and even though she hadn’t been in a great mood back in the locker room, seeing her bare ass had been a treat. But thinking about it now was a mistake; the thought of those smooth, naked purple cheeks filled her mind with almost as much arousal as her body was feeling. She nearly stumbled, biting her lip, realizing now that an orgasm was inevitable. In her panties, Norman was sweating, soaking in fluid, grinding his body against her slit. Her clit pulsed against his face as tension built in her womanhood, and that pulse grew faster and harder until it became a flood of release. Dash stumbled, meandering off the track and collapsing to her knees with a groan. As the rest of the girls ran onward - a couple casting a glance backward at their teammate - Dash fell onto her side, quivering on the grass as her orgasm ran its course. She was still confused, her mind swirling with questions, but there was nothing she could do about it now - she was writhing on the ground, coming her brains out, and all she could do was try and make as little noise as possible until her pussy calmed down. “Rainbow Dash, are you all right?” asked the coach, leaning down over the poor girl. Dash turned her face downward, trying to hide her blushing cheeks as the last of the climax shook her hips. Once she’d recovered enough to speak, she looked up at the coach, muttering weakly. “Uh, I think maybe I landed on my ankle wrong,” she lied. “Is it okay if I skip practice today? It feels like I should go easy on it.” “Well,” said the coach, reaching down a hand to help her up, “No one takes running more seriously than you, Dash, so if you think you should take it easy, you’re probably right. Run along, I’ll see you next time.” Dash wanted to run back to the school building, to escape the site of her embarrassment, but she faked a mild limp to sell her story of a twisted ankle. Lucky for her, Norman wasn’t giving her any trouble; making a giant girl cum wasn’t easy, and he needed a breather RarityBack in the locker room, Rainbow Dash made her way to a bathroom stall, pulled down her pants, and sat down on the toilet. She didn’t need to use the toilet - she just wanted a private space to inspect her pussy. But she didn’t find anything unusual, because Norman was still tucked into the folds of her panties. Down around her ankles, he was safe from detection… but Rainbow Dash’s alertness was making him nervous. If he was still in her panties when she pulled them up, he’d be discovered soon… But luckily for him, there was another option. The neighboring stall was occupied, and the smooth white legs looked familiar… He hopped out of Dash’s panties, ran beneath the partition, and jumped into the black panties that rested on the girl’s ankles. A quick look upward confirmed his suspicion: this was Rarity, the beautiful and refined fashionista. He could see her purple curls and her lovely face - and her eyes, fortunately, were staring straight ahead. She hadn’t seen him sneaking into her panties. Rarity pulled her panties up, pressing Norman up against her pussy. It was dry in there, smelling more of faint perfume than natural womanhood. It was pleasant enough, though, and Norman let himself rest between the fabric and Rarity’s skin. Rarity and Rainbow Dash happened to exit the stalls at the same time, and they acknowledged each other as they washed their hands. “Hey Rarity,” said Rainbow Dash. “What’re you doing in this bathroom?” “Er… How specific of an answer would you like?” asked Rarity, raising an eyebrow. “No, I just mean... what are you doing in the locker room? You’re not in any teams, are you?” “No,” said Rarity, “I just happened to be passing by. And what about you? Don’t you normally have practice right now?” “Yeah, I’m skipping it today,” said Rainbow Dash. “Kinda feeling… weird… today.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” said Rarity. “I hope you feel better soon, darling. If you’ll pardon me, though, I have an appointment to keep.” “Rarity,” said Lotus, nodding respectfully as her customer entered. “Lovely to see you as always. Your usual?” “Yes, the usual will be fine,” said Rarity. She occasionally called for special treatments, with exotic ingredients and powerful fragrances that - if nothing else - made her feel as if the treatment were more restorative. But today had been a calm week, with no particular sources of stress, so she didn’t feel the need for anything more than her normal treatment. The first step was a massage, deep and powerful, utilizing all the strength in Lotus’, or sometimes Aloe’s, surprisingly powerful fingers. Rarity was well-acquainted with the process now; she stepped into the locker room (which smelled much better than Canterlot High’s locker room), changed into her bathrobe, and headed to the private room where she would receive her massage. Fortunately for Norman, her panties were the one garment of clothing she didn’t remove. Norman had been taking it easy since he’d snuck into Rarity’s panties. Pleasuring two giantesses in quick succession had been a lot of work, and he needed relaxation just as much as Rarity did. But in the time since Rarity had left Canterlot High, Norman’s spirits had been reinvigorated… and on top of that, the spa provided an irresistible venue for his talents. Lotus entered the room and went through what Norman assumed to be the typical pre-massage ritual: incense, soft music, candles. Rarity hung up her bathrobe and lay face-down on the massage table, resting silently and awaiting Lotus’ hands. Norman was pinned beneath Rarity’s body, with little space to maneuver, and he hadn’t ended up in the most advantageous position: he was lying sideways, his head and hands nowhere near Rarity’s cunt. Wriggling around might alert Rarity to his presence… so he laid low and waited for her to become distracted. Fortunately, it didn’t take long; once Lotus pressed her fingers into Rarity’s back, the tension in Rarity’s body began to melt. She stretched out her body, lifting her hips, and Norman seized the opportunity. There was almost no light inside Rarity’s black panties, but he could just make out the shape of her pussy lips above him - and when they came back down, he was in position, with his head right at the spot where her clit would soon emerge. Norman started slow, trying to match the intensity of the massage. He couldn’t see what was happening, of course; he could only take a guess based on how Rarity’s body was moving. Right now she was nearly still, just making a low, pleasurable moan as Lotus gently kneaded her shoulders. “Ah, Lotus, darling, there is simply no one like you,” groaned Rarity. “Well… I suppose your sister is rather like you, both in terms of appearance and skill. I honestly couldn’t say whether one of you is the superior masseuse. Out of curiosity, do any of your clients have a preference for either you or Aloe?” “Not usually,” said Lotus. “It’s more common for people to not realize there are two of us.” “You must be joking,” laughed Rarity. “They just assume you’re one woman whose hair and skin switch colors every day?” “Hmm,” mumbled Lotus, suddenly more focused on her job than the conversation. “I’m feeling some tension here…” She dug her knuckles into Rarity’s shoulder muscles, going deep into the knotted muscle. Rarity let out a shuddering groan, feeling the pain transition into relief - and that’s when Norman struck. He ran his palms along her slit, giving her a little tease, and her groan turned into a surprised gasp. “Oh, Lotus, I didn’t know quite how much I needed this,” said Rarity. “You’re having quite the impact…” Lotus went lower, locating and massaging the knots of tension in Rarity’s back. Each time Rarity groaned, Norman stroked her slit - and soon, he started to see results. The scent of her womanhood began to emerge, its rich musk mingling with the perfumes on her skin. Her pussy opened up, slick lips unfolding in the darkness of her panties. “Lotus, whatever you’re doing, I am just wild for it,” said Rarity, starting to squirm involuntarily. “You are a miracle worker…” “I’m not doing anything differently,” said Lotus, “But if you’re enjoying it, that’s good to hear.” “Don’t be modest,” said Rarity. “My whole body is just singing with delight, Lotus…” Norman lifted his hand to the top of Rarity’s slit, discovering the nub of her clit just as it began to emerge. He pressed his palm into it - it was as big as a basketball, firm as a woman’s breast, coated in Rarity’s fluids. “Lotus, I think you may be my favorite,” said Rarity. “Aloe’s never - Oh! Ohhh….” The moment that Norman made contact with her clit, Rarity’s body jerked in surprise. “Woah!” said Lotus, lifting her hands from Rarity’s back. “Are you okay? Did I do it too hard?” “Er… no…” said Rarity, catching her breath. “I was a bit… surprised… but please continue, I clearly need this…” Norman smiled. He hadn’t expected Rarity to be into this. She thought that the massage was just “activating” her pussy somehow… and it sounded like she was curious about how far it was going to go. Well, it was going to go all the way - this massage was going to have a happy ending. “In fact,” groaned Rarity, “If you could go deeper, that would be lovely… Don’t go easy on me, Lotus… whatever you’ve been holding back, I can take it…” “If you say so,” said Lotus. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.” Lotus dug her fingers deep into the soft flesh of Rarity’s back - and as Rarity gasped, Norman squeezed her clit with both hands, licking the surface up and down. “Ohhh,” gasped Rarity, her body flopping on the massage table as the shock shot through her body. “Oh, that is… oh my goodness, I had no idea it could be… like this... “ Lotus kept at it. She didn’t quite know what was happening; she was just doing her usual massage. A bit deeper than usual, at Rarity’s request, but nothing that should be evoking that sort of reaction. As a masseuse, she was no stranger to clients producing groans that sounded… lewd… but these noises sounded very much like Rarity was growing aroused. Still, it wasn’t Lotus’ job to worry about that - and if she had to hear a client moaning on her table, it might as well be a beautiful girl like Rarity. Norman leaned his body into Rarity’s pussy, burying himself inside her dripping lips. He was surrounded by her, coated hin her warmth and her wetness, every motion of his shrunken body pleasuring the immense womanhood of the beautiful giantess. He licked her love button, gorging himself on the taste of her pussy, losing himself in the pursuit of Rarity’s climax. “Oh, oh my goodness,” gasped Rarity, quivering on the table. “Oh Lotus, that’s really quite good… ah, it may be… a bit too much, actually... “ Lotus lifted her hands - but of course that did nothing to stop what was happening to Rarity’s pussy. Norman wasn’t going to stop now. He had Rarity writhing helplessly; he had a woman thousands of times larger than him completely at his mercy, and he was going to make her cum hard. He squeezed her clit, kissing it with lips coated in her fluids until her pussy lips clenched tightly around his body. “Oh!” cried Rarity, “Oh heavens, oh my goodness, I, I-” She couldn’t stop herself from crying out, pumping her hips against the massage table as her climax hit her in pounding waves. Lotus stood back, concerned for her customer but unsure if there was any way from her to assist. It wasn’t as though Rarity was in pain - what she was experiencing seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary, if unusually powerful, orgasm. Of course, for the shrunken guy in her pussy, an ordinary orgasm was as powerful as an earthquake. The muscles of her pussy contracted in rhythm, clenching on his body and gushing with fluid. Her walls were smooth and slick, but the muscles behind them were strong enough to squeeze the breath out of Norman. Her womanhood embraced him again and again - until the clenches grew weaker and faded into stillness. “Rarity,” said Lotus, laying a gentle hand on the prone girl’s shoulder, “are you okay?” “I… think I am all right,” said Rarity. “I fear I may have embarrassed myself, though. If I acted in an undignified way, I apologize…” “Don’t worry about it,” said Lotus. “Do you want to call it a day, or…” “I think perhaps I should,” said Rarity. “Mud baths and perfumed waters are usually delightful, but I’m not quite in the mood for them right now.” Norman breathed a sigh of relief. If Rarity submerged her lower body in water - or mud - that would probably be bad news for the little guy trapped in her panties.
Twilight“Unusual readings…” muttered Twilight Sparkle, peering into the Mk. II Magic Compact. It was an improvement on the old one in a couple of important ways: it no longer absorbed other people’s magic, and it was calibrated to detect a wider range of magical energies. But without a background in magical studies, it was often hard to know just what it was detecting. The readings it was currently showing didn’t seem to correspond with anything she’d seen before. Frowning, she tapped out a group text on her phone. “Maybe one of the girls has an idea…” “Looks like they missed one,” said Norman, using his foot to push aside the thick branches of the shrubbery. Throughout the past week, Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle had been collaborating to clear up the smaller portals Twilight’s rampage had left behind. Some of the smaller ones, farther from the point of origin, hadn’t disappeared on their own - and this one had clearly escaped the girls’ sweep of the school grounds. It was a crack in the ground, ringed by a swirling purple aura, and it led to… somewhere. Norman leaned closer, peering into the portal. It didn’t look like that other world, the one with the pony people. In fact, there was something familiar about it. It reminded him of some classrooms in Canterlot High, but everything looked... different. Bigger? And there was something else, like a field of stars in a purple sky... He leaned even closer - and suddenly he felt a pull. At this distance, the portal seemed to have its own gravity, an attracting force that caught Norman off guard and pulled him closer. He toppled forward, falling through the hole in space… On the underside of the chemistry lab’s table, in a spot you’d never notice unless you knew just where to look, was a portal just a few inches wide. Twilight Sparkle happened to be in that lab room, sitting at that exact table, at the moment that Norman - now just two inches tall - fell through the portal and landed on her purple skirt. Norman weighed next to nothing, and Twilight didn’t even notice him when he hit her skirt. He was thrashing about, yelling in surprise... but she didn’t see, hear, or feel him at all. Norman’s state of panic didn’t last long. He knew he’d fallen through a portal, which meant he was somewhere else, which meant his first priority would be to figure out just where that was. The ground was soft and purple, with starry jewels set into its surface. Norman wasn’t sure what to make of that, so he looked up… And that made things a whole lot clearer. Hundreds of feet above his head was a human face with a familiar purple complexion. But it was dizzying to look at; faces weren’t supposed to be that big and simultaneously that far away. There was only one explanation, bizarre as it was: Twilight Sparkle was huge. A giantess, tall as a skyscraper. Twilight was looking down, with an expression of concern on her face… but her eyes weren’t quite pointed in his direction. Waving his arms didn’t get her attention… and in fact, she chose that moment to lean forward over the table in front of her. Norman couldn’t see her face anymore, which meant she couldn’t see him. But her posture didn’t just move her face out of sight; it also emphasized her bosom. Twilight wasn’t the bustiest of girls, but she had a respectable set of tits… and right now her tits were so big that Norman could have used them like trampolines. He imagined himself reclining against an enormous purple boob, sinking into warm, fragrant skin as Twilight looked lovingly down at him… This wasn’t the most convenient time to get a hard-on, but there it was. The thought of a female body big enough to be a landscape was undeniably exciting… and if he lived long enough, he might even get to enjoy it. Getting Twilight’s attention seemed like it would be a good start, and for that he needed to make contact with her bare skin. He rose to his feet, walked along the fabric of her dress, and climbed up the waistband of her skirt. Looking up Twilight Sparkle’s shirt, Norman could see a plain of smooth purple skin, interrupted by a belly button and - far above him - a simple blue bra that held her giant breasts. But never mind that; his goal was to get Twilight’s attention. All he had to do was reach out and touch her skin, and she’d have to notice him eventually... But an intake of breath filled his nostrils with a rich aroma, something feminine and intensely powerful. It was the wafting scent of Twilight Sparkle’s pussy. Her big… purple… pussy. Norman trembled, breathing in a few more lungfuls of her scent. When would he get another opportunity like this? An opportunity to immerse himself in a girl’s pussy… especially a girl like Twilight. He couldn’t pass this up. Beneath the waistband of Twilight’s skirt was a pair of blue panties. Norman wriggled beneath both layers, squirming, inching downward with his face pressed into Twilight’s skin… and finally he tumbled down into the inside of her panties, where her musk overpowering. It was so humid down here, so saturated by Twilight’s scent, that Norman began to feel lightheaded… but a few deep breaths steadied him, and he felt ready to go to work. Twilight squirmed in her seat. There was a twinge in her pussy, which was odd. There was nothing arousing about the work she was doing; if anything, she was frustrated by the limits of her knowledge. “Hormones,” she muttered, and adjusted the magic locket’s calibrations. Leaning his back against Twilight Sparkle’s panties, Norman dug his cell phone out of his pocket and shone its screen in the direction of her body. Even in the dim light, the size of her pussy was breathtaking; it stood almost as tall as Norman himself, confronting him with the knowledge of just how small he was - and how immense Twilight Sparkle was. Twilight’s pussy was narrow, guarding its secrets - but Norman knew he could make it blossom. Norman slipped one hand past Twilight’s lips and began to move it slowly up and down, teasing the inside of her cunt. Not much happened at first, and Norman forced himself to be patient as he massaged her folds. He was small, and there was only so much he could do… and besides, too much movement ran the risk of attracting Twilight’s conscious attention. With a little persistence, he began to see results: the interior of Twilight’s panties started to grow warmer, the air became thicker with her scent… and the wetness surrounding Norman’s hand began to flow. It trickled down his wrist, dampening the sleeve of his jacket and making Twilight’s folds glisten in the light cast by his cell phone. And just as they began to glisten, they grew, unfolding in a slow, sensual display of readiness. “What is wrong with me?” muttered Twilight, shifting in her seat. “Why am I suddenly so… damn… HORNY?” “Who’s what now?” chirped Pinkie Pie, pushing open the door to the chemistry lab. Twilight gasped, instinctively closing her legs as Pinkie - with Fluttershy close behind her - barged into the room. “Whoa! What are you doing here?” said Twilight. “Um, we got the group text,” said Fluttershy apologetically. “You… said you needed help with something magical?” “We’re super not qualified to help, but we were nearby!” said Pinkie. “So what’s all this about being hor-” “The locket!” Twilight exclaimed, desperate to re-center the conversation on something other than her arousal. “I’m getting some strange readings, and… well, it couldn’t hurt to get a second and third opinion.” Norman massaged Twilight’s widening lips with both hands, leaning nearer to her increasingly slick cunt. His jacket was already sodden with her fluids, and the air grew muggier as her pussy hotboxed the inside of her panties. It wasn’t enough just to breathe in her scent; he needed a taste. Bracing himself against her slick lips, he leaned forward, mouth open… And that was the moment that Twilight, shocked to see Pinkie and Fluttershy enter the room, swung her legs shut. Before he knew what was happening, he was sandwiched between Twilight’s thighs, pressed up against her pussy lips. And as he wriggled, trying to get his bearings, he felt something emerging, engorging, and pushing against his face… Norman couldn’t believe his luck. Twilight’s big purple clit - a fleshy nub as big as his head - was pressed right up against his face. Right where he could lick it, tasting Twilight’s nectar as he stimulated the sensitive bundle of nerves. He wriggled his hands free of her thighs and grasped her clit from either side, squeezing and stroking it while he licked its surface. “So… yeah…” said Twilight, “It’s weird. Never seen… readings like this…” She held up the locket, trying to keep her friends’ eyes on it rather than on her. She could feel her cheeks getting hot, and she couldn’t stop squirming in her seat; she felt certain that if Pinkie and Fluttershy looked at her for more than a second, they’d notice how humiliatingly aroused she was. “Gosh,” said Fluttershy, leaning a little too close for Twilight’s taste, “I don’t really know what it means-” “Okay!” said Twilight hurriedly. “Well thanks, you did your best, I’m sure I’ll figure this out, don’t worry about it, just go about your day!” “Aw, it’s no trouble, Twilight!” said Pinkie. Shoulder-to-shoulder with Twilight, she leaned in over the desk to get a better look at the locket. Her tits were right in Twilight’s eyeline - and even worse, she was resting her hand on Twilight’s thigh, putting her fingertips a fraction of an inch from Twilight’s burning pussy. “No, really,” grunted Twilight, “I’m fine, it’s fine, you can just-” She bit her lip, stifling a moan. What was happening to her? No matter how much she tried to fight it, her pussy just kept getting wetter and hotter. It felt a little like it did when she was touching herself, but it was like her pussy was on autopilot. Could this have something to do with the magical readings? Had her pussy developed a mind of its own? And it didn’t help that Pinkie and Fluttershy were so close… they were both leaning over her, dangling their tits in Twilight’s face. And Pinkie’s hand was right on her upper thigh, so close to her aching cunt. Twilight needed to cum, she needed to be touched - it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming, chasing her friends from the room so she could finger herself. Of course, there was someone touching Twilight. Norman wasn’t as strong as a full-sized human hand - even a single finger might have had more strength than his shrunken body - but he was absolutely dedicated to Twilight Sparkle’s pleasure. He was licking her slick purple clit as fast as he could, stroking its sides with his fingers and palms, feeling the muscles of Twilight’s pussy tense up as fluid washed over his body. She was getting close, he could tell. Twilight Sparkle was a towering skyscraper of a woman, so big that Norman’s little body was beneath her notice… but he knew how to touch her, how to immerse himself in her womanhood, how to make it drip and tense and release… “Girls,” gasped Twilight, “Girls, can you just… please, I need to…” But there was no time. Twilight dropped the locket onto the lab table and clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling the moan that was crawling its way up her throat. Her pussy had pushed itself over the edge, and each throb made her body shudder. Twilight knew from experience that she was loud when she came, and when she touched herself she usually had a pillow to absorb her cries… but now, all she could do was keep her hand over her moaning mouth as her climax ran its course. “Twilight,” whispered Fluttershy, once her friend’s moans had settled into short, gasping breaths, “Are you okay? That was…” “Magical feedback!” said Twilight, trying to sound authoritative. “Very useful data. Very illuminating. Thank you.” “Really?” said Pinkie, giving Twilight’s flushed face a skeptical look. “We didn’t do anything, and that kiiinda looked like you were-” “You can go!” said Twilight, with a manic smile. “I’m okay, everything’s okay!” Fluttershy and Pinkie backed towards the door, nervously excusing themselves from the chemistry lab. Once they were gone, Twilight let out a long sigh and slipped an inquisitive hand under her skirt, feeling the front of her damp panties. “What the fuck was that?” she mumbled. Norman lay splayed against Twilight’s pussy, drenched in her fluid and soaked in her scent. As she touched her panties, her huge fingers stroked his back - and even though she didn’t know he was there, her touch felt like a loving acknowledgement of his diligent sexual services. Author's Note This story was a commission! If you want one of your own, see my commission policy and prices here. I can also be reached at massdriver77 {at} gmail {dot} com, or on Discord at MassDriver#3858. I've also set up a Ko-fi! If you want to support my work but you're not looking for a commission, it's a great way to leave a tip!
Rainbow DashNorman couldn’t tell where Twilight was going, but he could feel the swinging of her legs and the forward motion of her body. Every once in a while, he felt a rhythmic bumping and a sensation of falling as Twilight descended the school’s staircases. Eventually, she stopped - and Norman felt his stomach drop as she quickly pulled her skirt and panties down to the floor. Twilight lifted her panties, holding the sodden garment with two fingers as she placed it gingerly on a bench. Norman was tucked away in the folds of the fabric, still too small to be noticed - even when he poked his head out to look at his surroundings. The dizzying scale of the world around him made it hard to recognize the shapes that stood above him, but the towering walls around him soon resolved into familiar rows of purple lockers. This must be the girls’ locker room; it was similar to the boys’, but a bit cleaner. “Cold shower,” muttered Twilight. “Whether that spontaneous orgasm was magical or not, hopefully a cold shower will-” A door opened nearby - or, from Norman’s perspective, very far away. Before Twilight could do anything to cover her below-the-waist nudity, Rainbow Dash entered the locker room. “Hey, Twilight!” she said - and then she noticed the state her friend was in. “Just hanging around with your pussy out, huh?” “Yeah,” sighed Twilight, too burned out to have much of a reaction. “That’s me. Twilight Sparkle, hanging out in the smelly locker room with my pussy completely out.” She sat down on the bench, making the ground under Norman shake. “Cool,” said Rainbow Dash. “Oh hey, I got that group text, did you sort out that magic thing?” “Not really,” said Twilight. “But I think I can figure it out on my own. Right now I’m just here to take a shower.” “All right, cool,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’m just getting changed for track practice. You might wanna make that shower quick - the rest of the track team girls are gonna be in here in like ten minutes, and… I haven’t known you that long, but you don’t seem like the kind of girl who’s super casual about being seen naked.” “Yeah, I’m not,” said Twilight. “Thanks for the tip.” Rainbow Dash set a gym bag down on the bench, then took out a few articles of clothing… including a sports bra. Norman weighed his options; he could stick with Twilight, but a little novelty might make today even more special. While the girls were looking away from him, he crawled out from within Twilight’s musky panties and into Rainbow Dash’s clean gray sports bra, tucking himself into a fold of the fabric. Twilight promptly pulled off her shirt and bra and walked out of sight. Norman craned his neck, trying to see into the showers, but the angle was impossible - and, Norman supposed, watching her take a cold shower probably wouldn’t be that exciting. As Norman was looking in Twilight’s general direction, listening to the sound of the shower, he felt himself being jerked upwards. He grabbed onto the bra’s fabric for dear life, managing to stay in place until Rainbow Dash pulled the sports bra over her head. As the fabric conformed to the shape of her body, it trapped Norman, pressing him against the soft blue flesh of Dash’s left breast. Unknowingly taking Norman with her, Rainbow Dash left the locker room. Her breasts weren’t the biggest in Canterlot High, but they were big enough to bounce ever so slightly when Rainbow Dash walked. The bra held them in place well enough, but even that little bit of jiggle was a pleasantly bumpy ride for Norman. Being pinned against a giant boob wasn’t quite as intense as being inside a girl’s panties. The scent of Rainbow Dash’s skin was pleasant, but not overpowering like the fragrance of Twilight’s womanhood. Norman felt around with one arm, and discovered a spongy protrusion that had to be Dash’s big blue nipple. He ran his hands over the bumpy flesh - until a set of giant fingers pressed against his back, making him freeze in panic. Luckily, Dash didn’t press too hard, and the soft boob on the other side of his body cushioned him. “Damn itchy boob,” mumbled Dash. Norman decided to cool it for a while - and as he lay motionless against her skin, he felt the sun suddenly hit his back. Even through the bra and the T-shirt Dash was wearing, the sunlight was still pleasantly warm. He didn’t have long to enjoy it, though, before Rainbow Dash started to jog in the direction of the track. The gentle bumping rhythm of Dash’s walking pace was replaced by a continuous, intense jostling. Norman felt himself slipping downward, and he reached out to grab onto the nearby nipple, halting his descent. He rubbed the sensitive skin, and he heard Rainbow Dash’s breathing grow slightly deeper. She didn’t seem to realize she was being touched, but it was definitely having an effect. Arriving at the track, Dash exchanged some pleasantries with her coach and dropped to the ground, curling her body in a fast-paced set of sit-ups. Norman took the opportunity to stroke the skin beneath him, running his hand along the rim of the giant nipple and rhythmically moving his limbs. Soon, his efforts were rewarded with grunts and heavy breaths from the beautiful giantess. She didn’t seem to realize that anything was unusual, judging by the uninterrupted rhythm of her sit-ups; she must have assumed that her bra was just rubbing her skin a little more than usual. “What’s wrong?” asked the voice of the track coach, a woman who Norman didn’t know. “Don’t tell me our star athlete is out of breath just from doing sit-ups!” “Naw, I’m all right,” said Rainbow Dash, pausing at the bottom of a sit-up “Just… adjusting to the heat, I think.” “Well, whatever kind of adjustment you need, make sure you make it before the next meet!” said the coach. “And, you know, stay hydrated and all that.” Speaking of hydration, the heat was beginning to raise droplets of sweat on Rainbow Dash’s skin. The surface under Norman was starting to grow a little bit slick… and when Rainbow Dash resumed her sit-ups and lifted her body, the jolt knocked him loose. He slid down, beneath the underside of Dash’s boob… and with each rapid push-up he slid further, until his tiny body emerged from the bottom of Dash’s sports bra. Norman tumbled down Rainbow Dash’s belly, rebounding off of smooth blue skin as he rolled downward. He was still concealed by Dash’s shirt, so there was no risk of getting caught… but he did risk tumbling onto the ground unless he could stop himself somewhere favorable. Luckily, his tumble was taking him to the waistband of Dash’s gym shorts, and when he hit it, he managed to snag it with both hands. He tucked himself into the waistband, slipping into Rainbow Dash’s panties. It was dank and musty, even more so than Twilight’s had been at the start. Dash was already a little bit wet, it seemed; Norman’s work on her breast seemed to have had an effect. He wriggled his way down to her pussy, walking his feet down her wide, wet lips until he felt the smooth, slick surface of her clit against his cheek. “Fuck,” muttered Rainbow Dash, shifting her legs awkwardly as she stood up, “Not usually this horny right after school…” The field was starting to fill up as the rest of the team arrived, boys and girls in t-shirts and shorts - which didn’t help diminish the arousal Dash was feeling. After a few words from the coach, Dash and a few other girls lined up around the track, dropping into starting position: one leg forward, one leg back, hands on the ground. If she weren’t poised for a race, Rainbow Dash might have investigated the insistent and intensifying movement in her panties… but she wasn’t about to sabotage her start just because something was tickling her clit. The coach yelled “go,” and the racers took off. It didn’t escape the team’s notice that she didn’t get as strong a start as she usually did. Her form was a little wobbly, her legs not quite doing what she wanted them to. Over the next few seconds, as her rapidly jostling body made Norman lose his grip on her pussy and bounce around inside her musty panties. Norman struggled to regain his footing. Once he got accustomed to the rhythm of her pumping legs, he managed to jam his hands into her folds, gripping the slick flesh and bringing his face up to her clit once again. The thought of pleasuring Rainbow Dash while she ran, unaware of Norman’s presence, was too good to pass up - so he put everything he had into it, licking her clit and stroking it with his cheek, pumping his legs up and down to touch every inch of her dripping slit. He was soaked in Dash’s pussy juice now, so saturated that he could barely detect the scent that Twilight had left on him. He could hear the blood pumping to her cunt; she was close. And out on the track, Rainbow Dash was faltering. For her, of course “faltering” meant being only slightly better than the other girls on the team, but it was still confounding. What was going on in her pussy? It was as if every motion of her legs was making her cunt rub up against itself, driving her arousal higher and higher. Usually she was intensely focused when she was running, totally in tune with her body, every muscle performing flawlessly. But now her cunt was betraying her, trying to make her cum in public. Was it the sight of Twilight that was doing this to her? Twilight was a good-looking chick… and even though she hadn’t been in a great mood back in the locker room, seeing her bare ass had been a treat. But thinking about it now was a mistake; the thought of those smooth, naked purple cheeks filled her mind with almost as much arousal as her body was feeling. She nearly stumbled, biting her lip, realizing now that an orgasm was inevitable. In her panties, Norman was sweating, soaking in fluid, grinding his body against her slit. Her clit pulsed against his face as tension built in her womanhood, and that pulse grew faster and harder until it became a flood of release. Dash stumbled, meandering off the track and collapsing to her knees with a groan. As the rest of the girls ran onward - a couple casting a glance backward at their teammate - Dash fell onto her side, quivering on the grass as her orgasm ran its course. She was still confused, her mind swirling with questions, but there was nothing she could do about it now - she was writhing on the ground, coming her brains out, and all she could do was try and make as little noise as possible until her pussy calmed down. “Rainbow Dash, are you all right?” asked the coach, leaning down over the poor girl. Dash turned her face downward, trying to hide her blushing cheeks as the last of the climax shook her hips. Once she’d recovered enough to speak, she looked up at the coach, muttering weakly. “Uh, I think maybe I landed on my ankle wrong,” she lied. “Is it okay if I skip practice today? It feels like I should go easy on it.” “Well,” said the coach, reaching down a hand to help her up, “No one takes running more seriously than you, Dash, so if you think you should take it easy, you’re probably right. Run along, I’ll see you next time.” Dash wanted to run back to the school building, to escape the site of her embarrassment, but she faked a mild limp to sell her story of a twisted ankle. Lucky for her, Norman wasn’t giving her any trouble; making a giant girl cum wasn’t easy, and he needed a breather
RarityBack in the locker room, Rainbow Dash made her way to a bathroom stall, pulled down her pants, and sat down on the toilet. She didn’t need to use the toilet - she just wanted a private space to inspect her pussy. But she didn’t find anything unusual, because Norman was still tucked into the folds of her panties. Down around her ankles, he was safe from detection… but Rainbow Dash’s alertness was making him nervous. If he was still in her panties when she pulled them up, he’d be discovered soon… But luckily for him, there was another option. The neighboring stall was occupied, and the smooth white legs looked familiar… He hopped out of Dash’s panties, ran beneath the partition, and jumped into the black panties that rested on the girl’s ankles. A quick look upward confirmed his suspicion: this was Rarity, the beautiful and refined fashionista. He could see her purple curls and her lovely face - and her eyes, fortunately, were staring straight ahead. She hadn’t seen him sneaking into her panties. Rarity pulled her panties up, pressing Norman up against her pussy. It was dry in there, smelling more of faint perfume than natural womanhood. It was pleasant enough, though, and Norman let himself rest between the fabric and Rarity’s skin. Rarity and Rainbow Dash happened to exit the stalls at the same time, and they acknowledged each other as they washed their hands. “Hey Rarity,” said Rainbow Dash. “What’re you doing in this bathroom?” “Er… How specific of an answer would you like?” asked Rarity, raising an eyebrow. “No, I just mean... what are you doing in the locker room? You’re not in any teams, are you?” “No,” said Rarity, “I just happened to be passing by. And what about you? Don’t you normally have practice right now?” “Yeah, I’m skipping it today,” said Rainbow Dash. “Kinda feeling… weird… today.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” said Rarity. “I hope you feel better soon, darling. If you’ll pardon me, though, I have an appointment to keep.” “Rarity,” said Lotus, nodding respectfully as her customer entered. “Lovely to see you as always. Your usual?” “Yes, the usual will be fine,” said Rarity. She occasionally called for special treatments, with exotic ingredients and powerful fragrances that - if nothing else - made her feel as if the treatment were more restorative. But today had been a calm week, with no particular sources of stress, so she didn’t feel the need for anything more than her normal treatment. The first step was a massage, deep and powerful, utilizing all the strength in Lotus’, or sometimes Aloe’s, surprisingly powerful fingers. Rarity was well-acquainted with the process now; she stepped into the locker room (which smelled much better than Canterlot High’s locker room), changed into her bathrobe, and headed to the private room where she would receive her massage. Fortunately for Norman, her panties were the one garment of clothing she didn’t remove. Norman had been taking it easy since he’d snuck into Rarity’s panties. Pleasuring two giantesses in quick succession had been a lot of work, and he needed relaxation just as much as Rarity did. But in the time since Rarity had left Canterlot High, Norman’s spirits had been reinvigorated… and on top of that, the spa provided an irresistible venue for his talents. Lotus entered the room and went through what Norman assumed to be the typical pre-massage ritual: incense, soft music, candles. Rarity hung up her bathrobe and lay face-down on the massage table, resting silently and awaiting Lotus’ hands. Norman was pinned beneath Rarity’s body, with little space to maneuver, and he hadn’t ended up in the most advantageous position: he was lying sideways, his head and hands nowhere near Rarity’s cunt. Wriggling around might alert Rarity to his presence… so he laid low and waited for her to become distracted. Fortunately, it didn’t take long; once Lotus pressed her fingers into Rarity’s back, the tension in Rarity’s body began to melt. She stretched out her body, lifting her hips, and Norman seized the opportunity. There was almost no light inside Rarity’s black panties, but he could just make out the shape of her pussy lips above him - and when they came back down, he was in position, with his head right at the spot where her clit would soon emerge. Norman started slow, trying to match the intensity of the massage. He couldn’t see what was happening, of course; he could only take a guess based on how Rarity’s body was moving. Right now she was nearly still, just making a low, pleasurable moan as Lotus gently kneaded her shoulders. “Ah, Lotus, darling, there is simply no one like you,” groaned Rarity. “Well… I suppose your sister is rather like you, both in terms of appearance and skill. I honestly couldn’t say whether one of you is the superior masseuse. Out of curiosity, do any of your clients have a preference for either you or Aloe?” “Not usually,” said Lotus. “It’s more common for people to not realize there are two of us.” “You must be joking,” laughed Rarity. “They just assume you’re one woman whose hair and skin switch colors every day?” “Hmm,” mumbled Lotus, suddenly more focused on her job than the conversation. “I’m feeling some tension here…” She dug her knuckles into Rarity’s shoulder muscles, going deep into the knotted muscle. Rarity let out a shuddering groan, feeling the pain transition into relief - and that’s when Norman struck. He ran his palms along her slit, giving her a little tease, and her groan turned into a surprised gasp. “Oh, Lotus, I didn’t know quite how much I needed this,” said Rarity. “You’re having quite the impact…” Lotus went lower, locating and massaging the knots of tension in Rarity’s back. Each time Rarity groaned, Norman stroked her slit - and soon, he started to see results. The scent of her womanhood began to emerge, its rich musk mingling with the perfumes on her skin. Her pussy opened up, slick lips unfolding in the darkness of her panties. “Lotus, whatever you’re doing, I am just wild for it,” said Rarity, starting to squirm involuntarily. “You are a miracle worker…” “I’m not doing anything differently,” said Lotus, “But if you’re enjoying it, that’s good to hear.” “Don’t be modest,” said Rarity. “My whole body is just singing with delight, Lotus…” Norman lifted his hand to the top of Rarity’s slit, discovering the nub of her clit just as it began to emerge. He pressed his palm into it - it was as big as a basketball, firm as a woman’s breast, coated in Rarity’s fluids. “Lotus, I think you may be my favorite,” said Rarity. “Aloe’s never - Oh! Ohhh….” The moment that Norman made contact with her clit, Rarity’s body jerked in surprise. “Woah!” said Lotus, lifting her hands from Rarity’s back. “Are you okay? Did I do it too hard?” “Er… no…” said Rarity, catching her breath. “I was a bit… surprised… but please continue, I clearly need this…” Norman smiled. He hadn’t expected Rarity to be into this. She thought that the massage was just “activating” her pussy somehow… and it sounded like she was curious about how far it was going to go. Well, it was going to go all the way - this massage was going to have a happy ending. “In fact,” groaned Rarity, “If you could go deeper, that would be lovely… Don’t go easy on me, Lotus… whatever you’ve been holding back, I can take it…” “If you say so,” said Lotus. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.” Lotus dug her fingers deep into the soft flesh of Rarity’s back - and as Rarity gasped, Norman squeezed her clit with both hands, licking the surface up and down. “Ohhh,” gasped Rarity, her body flopping on the massage table as the shock shot through her body. “Oh, that is… oh my goodness, I had no idea it could be… like this... “ Lotus kept at it. She didn’t quite know what was happening; she was just doing her usual massage. A bit deeper than usual, at Rarity’s request, but nothing that should be evoking that sort of reaction. As a masseuse, she was no stranger to clients producing groans that sounded… lewd… but these noises sounded very much like Rarity was growing aroused. Still, it wasn’t Lotus’ job to worry about that - and if she had to hear a client moaning on her table, it might as well be a beautiful girl like Rarity. Norman leaned his body into Rarity’s pussy, burying himself inside her dripping lips. He was surrounded by her, coated hin her warmth and her wetness, every motion of his shrunken body pleasuring the immense womanhood of the beautiful giantess. He licked her love button, gorging himself on the taste of her pussy, losing himself in the pursuit of Rarity’s climax. “Oh, oh my goodness,” gasped Rarity, quivering on the table. “Oh Lotus, that’s really quite good… ah, it may be… a bit too much, actually... “ Lotus lifted her hands - but of course that did nothing to stop what was happening to Rarity’s pussy. Norman wasn’t going to stop now. He had Rarity writhing helplessly; he had a woman thousands of times larger than him completely at his mercy, and he was going to make her cum hard. He squeezed her clit, kissing it with lips coated in her fluids until her pussy lips clenched tightly around his body. “Oh!” cried Rarity, “Oh heavens, oh my goodness, I, I-” She couldn’t stop herself from crying out, pumping her hips against the massage table as her climax hit her in pounding waves. Lotus stood back, concerned for her customer but unsure if there was any way from her to assist. It wasn’t as though Rarity was in pain - what she was experiencing seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary, if unusually powerful, orgasm. Of course, for the shrunken guy in her pussy, an ordinary orgasm was as powerful as an earthquake. The muscles of her pussy contracted in rhythm, clenching on his body and gushing with fluid. Her walls were smooth and slick, but the muscles behind them were strong enough to squeeze the breath out of Norman. Her womanhood embraced him again and again - until the clenches grew weaker and faded into stillness. “Rarity,” said Lotus, laying a gentle hand on the prone girl’s shoulder, “are you okay?” “I… think I am all right,” said Rarity. “I fear I may have embarrassed myself, though. If I acted in an undignified way, I apologize…” “Don’t worry about it,” said Lotus. “Do you want to call it a day, or…” “I think perhaps I should,” said Rarity. “Mud baths and perfumed waters are usually delightful, but I’m not quite in the mood for them right now.” Norman breathed a sigh of relief. If Rarity submerged her lower body in water - or mud - that would probably be bad news for the little guy trapped in her panties.
