Nano-Norman

Back 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.