“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.

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