Shrunk into Rarity's Bikini Bottom

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Main 6, Romance, Porn, Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Sex
Length: 6375

A shrunken Spike wakes up in the girl's changing room without his memories. Having been unintentionally taken the bag of the beautiful Rarity, he must find ways to make her aware of him... from inside certain articles of clothing.

A shrunken Spike wakes up in the girl's changing room without his memories. Having been unintentionally taken the bag of the beautiful Rarity, he must find ways to make her aware of him... from inside certain articles of clothing.

A micro fic since it's been a while.

Published 2018-12-21 03:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2018-12-21 03:40:02 UTC

Shrunk in the Girl's Changing Room

Shrunk into Rarity's Bikini Bottom
B_25

I woke up wondering where I was.

My head hurt. My limbs were sore. My entire body ached. What the hell had even happened to me anyway? I'd shake these thoughts from my head, of course, if shaking my head wasn't liable to make me want to vomit.

My eyes reopened to a light brighter than the sun. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the overhead lamp. It looked further than it should have been. Like, miles away. I knew that I was laying down, but the ceiling shouldn't have looked so... huge.

I sat up. The world shook around me while I did so, but somehow, it felt unconnected to me just raising my head. The world was blurred again. Blinking a few times, I could see, seeing the vistas of wood before me.

“What the fuck?” I murmured to myself. I blinked my eyes a few times, hoping all this to be a trick of my vision, but when I settled on the world around me, I found that it was also well beyond me. It was utterly massive. “Where the heck am I anyway?”

I looked across the vasts of wood. I glanced across the distant lockers: what was once small, metal boxes were now like the towering office buildings found in Manehattan. Logic captured me; fear afterward. The probability that everything in the world had grown was low...

...but the probability that I had shrunk was high.

“Q-Quick! Think Spike!” I beat the side of my head with my palm—like I was jump-starting my own mind. “What were you doing before this? T-Twilight! You were talking to Twilight about... what?” I blinked a few times as memories became blurry. “N-No! Think! What were you doing with Twilight?”

It didn't matter anymore: not when the world shook again and again. There was a cadence to the thundering rumbles as they rocketed closer toward me. Everything was still but it was me who was affected by the distant... whatever the fuck it was.

I gulped as my mind came invented the answer. If everything of this world was now utterly massive to me, then that means the same... must be true... of the people... here... oh... oh fucking no...

In the blurry distance where only haze remained, I saw the towering, bigger than any building door start to push forward. Its squeaking almost blew my ears. But that, however, was nothing compares to the flood of giant girls filling the locker room.

The girls changing room.

I forgot which one I was supposed to be feeling: hope or despair?

“Beach day girls!” Rainbow Dash practically ran across the room; the vibrations of her running knocking me onto my ass. “Bikinis and skin. Let's go!”

Fuck that. If Rainbow caught me like this... foooo! I didn't even want to think about that. Shaking my head, I started to run along the wooden bench. In the back of my mind, I held fear for suddenly seeing a shadow, looking up to see a giant ass crashing down on me. A good way to go, sure, but I'd rather see another day.

I'd rather live... to see Rarity again.

Which was why I was so surprised when I saw her... bag. White like her fur, blue gems embedded throughout the fabric, her name sewn while it glittered. Pausing at one of the gems, I was small enough for it to reflect my face, much to my dismay.

Not that I was ugly. Fuck that. My recent growth spurt had actually made me quite handsome. It just reminded me of how small I was. How could it be, when I was so close to winning Rarity over, something like this happens? If I didn't find a way back to normal size, then it didn't matter how handsome I was—Rarity would never date a guy only an inch tall.

So I glanced up her back. It was like a large hill of white, leathery fabric. I looked over my shoulder at the... changing girls. blocking a palm over my eyes out of respect, that, and I didn't want to get erect when I had a long climb before me.

I spun back around. Taking hold of one of the gems with my claws, I hoisted myself up, using my feet to support me on some lower gems, using the design of the bag to climb up on it. Struggle. It was a struggle at first. But I found my way of things, listening to the background noise.

“Did Spike say he was coming?” The soft voice of Fluttershy still boomed in my ear, a size difference that no niceness could soothe. It wasn't often that the girls talked about me, much less worried for me, so it was pleasant to hear even when they thought that I wasn't here. “Because I saw him on the bus here. Twilight too, but she's not here.”

“That's because Twilight went to her little fair!” Pinkie's cheer threatened to blow my ears. “Something about a gadget that can change the sizes of the things. Spike went with her. Rarity too.”

I stopped climbing at that. A memory struck my skull. Twilight had dragged me outside to be the dummy for her new project. Said I'd be asleep onto the show was on, and if I went through with it, she'd make it worth my while.

But... how the fuck did she leave me here? There's no way I just slipped out of her pocket, right? I shook my head. Thinking about the kind of stuff would slow me down. Once I was inside the bag and, well, safe, then I could worry about that kind of stuff.

So I kept climbing.

“Those three are gonna miss some serious sun,” Rainbow said as her voice drew near to me. “The waves are the perfect temperature today too. They better hurry their butts back. There's no way the girls are missing another beach day together.”

A loud cheer from everyone almost killed me.

“Huh,” the voice was directly above me now. “Looks like Rarity forgot her bag.”

Crap crap crap! Once I had reached the top, I simply threw myself over the flap, letting my body fall into the darkness. My stomach went hollow as the light faded from above. I saw the beautiful face of Rainbow Dash above, strands of rainbow covering her massive, inquisitive eye.

For a second, I was worried she saw me disappear into the bag. Then I realized I had a more important thing to worry about: like not dying from the outrageous fall. I continued to fall even as the face started to pull away, the darkness of the bag growing stronger and thicker around me.

Then I crashed against something soft. It was different from what I was expecting, but a hundred percent of what I was hoping for. The clothing inside the bag nearly reached the top as was, and because of that, my body was saved from most pain.

I took a second to catch my breath—catching the scent of something sweet and strong. Perfume and fragrance. The scent was undoubtedly Rarity's, though with a hint of her sweat, but nothing overpowering. The aroma comforted me, allowing my body to relax despite where I was.

Being inside Rarity's clothing bag... wasn't all that bad. The darkness felt a bit suffocation, sure, but the trickle of faint light above allowed me to still see. Knowing that I was on top of stuff that Rarity had worn, touching her beautiful body, conforming to her hourglass figure. It all retained her scent, her sweat, her sweet eloquence.

It took me a few moments to calm down. Dirty thoughts stayed in my mind, but really, with the place I was in, I wasn't going to fight them away. They were what kept me sane in an insane situation. My cock ached from between my legs, but I paid the sensation no mind: Rarity was still a friend, and I wouldn't do something like that to her clothes.

Being here was already a moral issue that could hurt our friendship, but hey, I had to do it avoid being caught by Rainbow Dash. That excuse should excuse everything, right? As long as I didn't have too much fun, then everything should be alright.

“There you darlings are!” the voice of my love rang in the distance, still beautiful despite how it boomed. It was an effect only Rarity could have on me. “And all topless, are we? Surely you should all expect more privacy for yourself.”

“Pffft! Listen.” Rainbow's voice thundered away from the bag. In the distance, I could hear the two giants thudding together, and if I peeked at the right angle, I could see, through the top of the bag, the two giants standing together. “Just because you're too scared to show your rack off doesn't mean the rest of us our. We're all chicks here!”

Except for me! Though I sometimes acted like one.

“It's still respect for me and who I choose to see me unclean.” Rarity walked past Rainbow, who turned and stared. I also stared—Rainbow had a small rack as was, but from this size, her tits were like mountains of soft blue waiting to be ascended on foot. “Now if you will excuse me. I must get dressed for our day out in the sand.”

“Knock yourself out, lady,” Rainbow had said from behind her. “Most of the girls here are ready to go. We'll keep along the shoreline until you come out.” The stampede of girls flew past the bag, each girl showing mad fur and skin with their outfits. “If you still need all that privacy, the stall in the back is empty. Try the one all to the right: pretty clean from what I've seen.”

Applejack walked past the bag, wearing a skin-tight one-piece that I would have loved to get lost inside. The idea and the fantasy played at me endlessly. Crawling along her massive body, trapped by her outfit, rubbing against tufts of her orange fur... all while she walked around the beach, unaware.

“The advice is appreciated, darling.” Suddenly, two eyes of sapphire glowed from above my bag, beauty and perfection itself staring directly at me. My heart stopped and my cock grew. Was this how I died. “Do you know if it also has a shower, by chance?”

“It does. But... kinda stupid to take one now, don't ya think?” The door squeaked in the distance, and Rarity kept staring at me, but not quite at me—if that made any sense. “The beach will wash off the sweat, ya know?”

“I'm quite aware, darling.” The two eyes pulled back over the edge of the bag. My world shifted to the right—jerked then to the left. My stomach went hollow as the ground became less solid, the clothing sinking into the bottom of the bag. “But I'd rather my clothing did not catch my scent. Do not wait up for me! I'll catch you girls outside.”

“Whatever you say, Rares.”

Rarity giggled. Footsteps clapped from outside the leathery walls. Above me, the long straps of the bag arched in the air, together, held by two, long, slender fingers. Their nails were trimmed with no dirt underneath—even at the near microscope factor.

The world shook lightly left and right, forward and back, and at its worst, around and around. The entire time, my eyes were glued to the giant arms above, slender whiteness stretching high into the sky, obscuring itself soon into blurriness.

I could see only the shoulder of my love, wide enough for me to be a field, while the back of her head, her purple hair, swayed and bounced with her step. Right now, I was breathing slowly to repress the beating of my heart.

Here I was, resting atop the clothes of the girl I loved, who now held me in her bag, unaware I was there, taking me to a shower stall. I was horribly excited. Would I get to see Rarity naked? No! I couldn't think like that... even if this would be my one chance to score a decent shot at seeing her body.

And not only that, but haven't I been put through traumaby being shrunk so small? That fall into the bag was some scary stuff. Surely, I deserved some respite, even if it meant seeing her breasts come loose. Just a peek, I told myself, something to satisfy my curiosity.

There was the squeaking of the stall door from beyond. Rarity walked in, closing the door behind her, setting the bag on some counter that was leveled with her chest. She smiled at me—at the bad, rather, while she walked away.

The perspective made me feel like a tiny camera that was set on her. I did not mind that analogy one bit. Coming to the wall of fabric from inside the bag, I let my claws dig slightly into the surface, using my grip to climb up, peeking over the top of the bag and over at Rarity.

I couldn't have stopped my erection even if I wanted to.

Rarity towered in the distance. Tall and proud, an elegance to her every moment, even when alone. Not truly, alone, of course, but it made my... peeping all the more enjoyable. It wasn't a role I sought for myself in life, but when a situation was rare, the worst side of being a dragon came out to play.

The giant Rarity had her back to me. She stretched her hands to the sky, letting loose a small moan while she stretched, all before bringing her hands to the thread of her bra. My heart stopped. Her fingers undid the knot. The thread became loose, like long black vines out of a strange jungle, draping along her back.

Rarity's face then came into view. Her eyes glanced about, like some kind of last check, until, finally, she let the fabric drop. My cock went hard at seeing the bra land against the ground. Rarity turned around in the stall, her white breast jiggling while she did so.

And they, were, massive! If I thought Rainbow was big at this size, then Rarity was like a world of her own. Her breasts were a perfect size: not too big, not too small, the perfect roundness while looking perfectly firm. Her cleavage pressed together in a way that made me want to get lost between them.

Rarity didn't bother looking around when her hands reached down for her panties. I knew she was going to get full fucking nude, but I wasn't expecting to actually see it happen. For a second, I don't know what pumped harder: my heart or my cock?

Rarity then slid her black panties down her hips. She struggled to get them past her waist, her heavy ass filling out against the fabric, causing her to shake her hips and push down against. Finally, they hung around her thighs, and from there, with a simple slide down, she stepped out of their holes, using her foot to raise the fabric up and into her left hand.

How could something so small be so incredibly sexy?

Rarity stepped forward, making eye contact with me, and suddenly, I was very worried she could see the tiny dragon hanging on from the edge inside her bag. I let my body slide back just in case it was exactly that, relying heavily on my chest and claws to keep me in the air.

Then Rarity made a face. Her eyes narrowed, her lips tucked inward, and in that second, I knew I was fucked. She'd find me, tear me out from her bag, cover herself, demands why I was here—no matter what answer I gave, without a doubt, she'd be spending me down the drain of the stall.

Or, at least, that's what I thought was going to happen. Instead, Rarity turned around, her furry, white cheeks presented to me. Each subtle jiggle brought me further out from the bag—they were utterly gigantic, her ass cheeks I mean, so much that I could get lost between them.

A clap of her heavenly ass from within them—could there be anything much greater than that in life? Things only got better when she bent over, her butt high up in the air, all bobbing slightly left and right, while she fished down and picked up her bra.

“Leaving my stuff on the ground while I showered.” Rarity stood up again, and I saw her turn to me, smiling. She started walking my way. I knew her intent. I let myself fall back into the bag, landing in something a tad deeper. It felt a tad... rounder. “I swear, sometimes, I'm a ditz!”

I felt her footsteps shake the world again. This time, her eyes didn't appear over the bag, but rather, her hands—dropping her panties and bra into the bag. They fell on me, and even though I raised my claws, I was powerless to hold back the gigantic weight.

What hit me first was the panties. The softer than soft fabric conformed around my face, trapping me within it. I struggled, at first, rolling about the slope of the panties, having the scent of her crotch around my body. The faint scent of her musk caused my cock to painfully throb, demanding that I rubbed one out.

To jerk off inside the giant, discarded pair of panties of the Rarity. There was something horribly alluring about doing something like that, but I held myself back out of respect. I was about one of her most personal articles of clothing—it had stretched from her crotch to her ass, the silky blackness conforming all along between her legs.

I was having a harder and harder time fighting my thoughts. As far as I could tell, I was near the back of the panties, because the black fabric stretched far more than it should have, becoming thinner ahead.

I knew I couldn't stay here. But what was I supposed to do? I started crawling along the slope of the panties, not liking how they slanted over to the right, much like a cliff, to the dark abyss below. I could see the outline of her stacked clothing, knowing, that if I were to fall over and the bag moved, a mountain of cloth and fabric would either crush or suffocate me at once.

That was the excuse I gave myself to crawling across Rarity's panties—a damn good one at that. The contours of my claws and feet dug themselves into the fabric, and I crawled along it with good hold, doing my best to ignore how soft the fabric was, the warmth of the lingering heat of Rarity's crotch, and worst of all, the scent.

The scent. Undoubtedly Rarity. But there was more to it: a thickness to that felt almost like a... musk? No, that couldn't be it. I shook my head at the thought. Being in Rarity's panties was what had me already horned up, but there something about her musk that was getting me hard.

Could Rarity have been... wet while she was wearing the panties? I looked down at about half-way, noticing how my claws were becoming slick, and the fabric itself damp. I tossed the idea away—Rarity getting horny or wet while in public, well, she was... too good for that, right?

She wasn't like any other girl.

She was... perfect.

Did that mean I was just a creep? Probably. But who could blame me? I needed to get out of this alive, found by Rarity, and somehow, not thought of as a pervert after the fact. Crawl along her panties, get to the side of the bag, climb out... then watch her shower?

Fuck. Get your mind out of the gutter, Spike. You can't be found watching her shower, or else, you become a pervert in her eyes! No scoring will be happening there. You just need to bide your time until she's done, hide away in her bag once she's changed, wait around for a while, then, once all the girls come back, you can announce yourself before any further awkward things happen.

Perfect!

...or, it was, another I hear a moan louder than an alarm.

“What's that? Hmm. Oh, it's you.” Rarity was talking to someone, and yet, I hadn't heard anyone enter the stall. “You should know better than to sneak up on a lady, darling. Now now. Don't try to excuse it by citing your bloodline.”

Bloodline? What the hell did that have to do with anything? I crawled further along the slope of her panties, coming to its crotch. The fabric was it its warmest here, where it conformed and rubbed against her p-p.... pussy.

Don't do that, Spike. Rarity is a lady. Don't use such vulgar words to describe her. She deserved better than that. She's a lady and not some girl, she's—

“T-Touching me there! Why, you can't be the real thing.” A moan of perfect pitch resounded off the walls, its cadence pleasing to the ears and slurring to my cock. It continued to ache between my legs, wanting to break out from its cavity; it took my best efforts to restrain it. “You would never have to courage to touch me there... or there... or... oh my...”

I was losing my mind. I barely kept it together when I climbed up the crotch of her panties, trying to keep my thoughts in check, but unable to resist smelling her scent of feeling the softness of the fabric. Was there someone else here? Was Rarity talking to herself? I was set to find out.

And I found something out that I was not supposed to.

Holding on to the side of her bag, I saw her, the giant beauty in the distance. A towering building of a white coat with fine curves and hair to die for. The gigantic Rarity stood underneath the showerhead, the droplets of water matting down her fur, making her mane drape over her shoulders and down her neck.

It was a naked beauty that I couldn't look away from.

Things only worsened after she turned around. The slender fingers of both of her hands were set on each of her breasts, letting the softness fill out between her fingers. She squeezed suddenly. Her breast became pronounced. So did her moan.

“Ooooh, Spikey.” She giggled at my name, causing me to die a little on the inside. “So, mhmm, you've made it to second base? Oh, darling, whatever took you so long to arrive?” The giant Rarity kept playing with her giant breasts, two mountains of white fur, made of softness, capped by pink, perky nipples. “Question, darling, if you don't mind.” She swayed her hips about, slowly sinking down, like some kind of a dance. “How much longer will it take for you to reach third?”

...

...

...

What? No. Wait. What? Work. Mind. Work! Mind not working. Work mind. Mind. My eyes blinked. My mind cleared for a second. Only words were left in my hollow body. Not of my own, but rather, from her. From Rarity, my love, the giant beauty.

“When are you going to hurry up and take me, Spikey?” Rarity's left hand was on her left breast. Too massive for all of it to fit in my vision. Her palm dropped to her side, rubbing along her slick fur downward, her fingers tracing over to cover her firm stomach.

She laughed and she giggled and she moaned during all of this. She drew circles with her fingertips below her belly button, tittering the lower the loop of her circles went, each one drawing closer, dangerously closer to her crotch. Her moans echoed higher when her nail scratched against the hair of her bush—purple and trimmed, accentuating the sight below.

The place I was never to see on a women, unless I'd been given permission. It was a matter of breaking my code of being a gentle dragon. Could I do it? Rarity kept saying my name as she touched herself. It was too sexy, too alluring to look away from.

I hated myself for it, but I looked on to her massive pussy.

My heart stopped. I gazed upon her gigantic crotch. The white mounds of her pussy were immaculate, soft with trimmed fur, which her fingers traced upon. One of her fingers had slipped over to her slit, rubbing up and down her length, taking a few extra flicks at her fuzzy clit.

“Oh... yes.... yes yes yes!” Rarity's finger slid inside her folds, swirling around at her entrance. Her legs quivered. The steam of the hot water assisted in her stimulation. Her hand kneaded harder at her breast, causing her sapphire eyes to drift shut. “Do it to me, darling. I... I've been waiting longer than you could ever know!”

I couldn't handle myself. Hanging from the corner of the bag, I let myself lean back, taking the fall willingly, holding a face that looked fulfilled and willing to accept death. My life was complete. Anything beyond here was okay with me.

Even though the scented air rushed passed me, I lived anyways, landing inside some cup. I didn't care anymore. Rarity liked me. My love got off to the idea of me. What else could I need? What else could I care about in life?

A black dome surrounded me on all ends—a circle rising up to form a black rim. I'd fallen into the center of it, and without a doubt, it would take quite the climb to get out. But I let myself lie back, in the place where her massive breasts were once held against, enjoying myself.

“Hehe... life is... pretty good... hey?” I said to no one. It was a strange habit I had—I go insane when I haven't spoken in a while. Doesn't matter if there's not anyone around. Just the act of... talking made me feel better during stressful times. “Huh? Oh. So you finally made it out, huh?”

I lifted my head and gazed down my body, catching sight of my stiff erection from between my legs. It throbbed in the air, thick and pink, demanding something to be done to it. The aching—plus the chorus of distant moans—forced me to finally comply.

I reached down my claw, taking hold of my claw, giving it a tight, firm squeeze—pumping up as soon as I could. My tip throbbed with need, wanting to be squeezed. That pleasant and painful sensation wanted to spread down and through my cock; the jerking of my claw complied.

There was no kidding myself: I was close already. The thrill of being shrunken, almost caught and tossed about in women's clothing, climaxed by spying on Rarity and hearing about her acceptance of me... no sense in holding back what I was so desperate to let go.

“Nnnghnnn... R-Rarity....”

“Mmmhmmm...S-Spikey-Wikey!”

That was too much. I came. The tip of my cock shot load after load of cum. It landed several feet away from me, white liquid striking against the black fabric. My high put me in a drowsy state. The last bits of cum dribbled between my legs.

I was panting when I heard it: the swift squeak of the silver shower handle. The sound of cascading water pelting against tiled floor faded, slowing into the occasional, harder pelt, until it the sound became too soft to be heard anymore.

Footsteps again. Oh shit. I gazed up into the opening of the bag, the tiled ceiling with a bright light filling my sight. I struggled to sit up, but I couldn't will my body to do it: falling back and lying there. I'd over-exerted myself, and after that orgasm, my body needed time to rest.

Rest, just as Rarity was going to put me to the test.

“Finally! Out of the system, as it t'were.” Something flipped in the air—most likely Rarity's towel wrapping around her body. Her footsteps came next, shaking the ground with the sound of a light rumble. “Hopefully, I haven't kept the girls waiting terribly long for me.”

I laid back silently. I couldn't get up and she was getting closer. The rumbles of the giant were starling my tiny heart. I tried to move, I really did, but I couldn't, or maybe I wouldn't—my mind was too lost in a haze for me to figure it out.

The shifting of the world finally took the bag. My view of the ceiling became obscured by white. Rarity's face hovered above me, looking down at me, her blue eyes glowing into the darkness that I was surrounded by. In my last act of strength, I rolled to the left, hiding along the slope of the cup.

“To think that I keep my bag in such a mess.” Rarity's wet hair swayed over her eyes from the shake of her head. “If the other girls knew. What a giggle Rainbow would have.” Above, a white hand passed through the slit of the bag, blocking my sight of Rarity's face. “Worst if Spikey knew of what a slob I could be.”

I was too scared by the approaching hand to chuckle at the irony of her statement. The hand snaked its way down to me, slender fingers touching down all around me. They scared me, these towering pillars of whiteness. One of the fingers had its nails facing me, almost like it could sense me... maybe even feel me.

The thought drove me wild. But I didn't have any time to reflect as I was suddenly lurched up. My stomach went hollow as the fingers took hold of the cup, raising it slightly at a tile, causing me to roll back.

“Oh shit!” My body started to roll left, along the curve of the cup, where I would be sent falling our of its brim. “Crap crap crap!” My body tumbled against the fabric, my body impressing into it at points—though it always sent me bouncing up. “C'mon! C'moooooooon!”

Light flashed in from around me. I'd been pulled from the bag and into the open air. Were I to fall now, no matter how soft the fabric below was, I wouldn't survive the impact. Another bounce had caused me to land on my front, making still slide back to the great oblivion behind me.

“Claws!” I struck one into the air and brought it down into the cloth, feeling it pierce into and cut through, slowing my momentum. I glance down my back, seeing the wide rim of purple come at my feet, anything beyond and below too blurry to be made out. “Tch! N-No!”

Looking forward, I raised my head, closed my eyes, and struck another claw into the cup. I kept falling, I kept feeling my claws cut into the fabric, and I felt my legs no longer supported by softness as they hung in the air.

“Aaaaah!” I opened my eyes as my claws came to a thick thread that was the brim of the cup. It was strong enough to jerk my body forward, which caused me to swing back and forth, though, after a second, I simply hung in place.

I opened my eyes to see one of hers. There it was in the distance, a vast roundness of whiteness. In its center was a glowing sapphire, capped by the black pupil. The massive eye was set on the bra, inspecting it, oblivious to the tiny dragon hanging from its bottom.

The only time being small worked in my favor, really.

And it killed me. It really did. To know that I was hanging from the bottom of her bra, the ground vistas away, and before me, the massive eye was set over me, encapsulating everything before me. It was like something you'd see in a painting, almost.

“Purple? Hmm.” Please, Rarity! Go for another colour, go for another bra, and set me down! “It would come on a bit strong. But if I wore white beneath it...” My body swayed downward while the bra was brought down to Rarity's chest. “Oh yes. That would most definitely do the trick.”

Ah fuck! She was going for the bra anyways! I had to act quick. A quick glance down and past my dangling feet confirmed my fears—the ground was too blurry to be made out, and if I fell, then it was game over for sure. Morals and ethics were beyond me at this point—whatever to keep alive.

Rarity was bringing the cups of her bra to the underside of her breast. Regardless of how much I both loved and hated the idea, I needed to get inside the cup—hanging outside would be too... bouncy. Getting caught or thrown off were the only two options.

But getting inside the cup, while a decent defense for my perversion, also allowed me to stay alive and get out of all this unnoticed. It was with a heavy breath that I started to swing my body back and forth, using the shifting of the bra to assist me, and with a final swing, swinging back enough to throw myself over the rim of the bra.

I came rolling past the brim. The ground became supported by gravity as the fabric lurched ever upward. I stole the moment to catch my breath, not caring about how all the light around me was suddenly muffed, or the round, giant shadow cast down on me.

“Oops! Upside down,” Rarity said. From inside the bra, my claws gripped into the fabric at once, feeling gravity change. She flipped her bra around, causing me to hang from its ceiling, though it didn't last for long. “How silly of me.”

There wasn't much time for me to react. The top-side of Rarity's breasts loomed below my dangling feet. In a zooming motion in which the cup of the bra came against her chest, her breasts grew in size the closer they came, white furry fields I came down crashing upon.

“Ahh! Much better!” Rarity's giggles came from beyond the fabric of her bra. My body had crashed against the top of her right breasts, my weight impressing it not even by an inch, it almost having a watery like surface. It was soft, covered in a lays of fur, and if I pushed against it, I could sink further into it. “Though it does feel a tad looser than normal. Perhaps another knot or so is in order.”

“Wait! Rarity, no!” Even though I was laying face first on the top of her breast, I still willed the strength to raise my head, gazing from under the cover of her bra. A small slit of space was still open before me, giving view to the lower half of her face. Her lips were done in purple lipstick—one side curled in a smirk. “I'm in here! Don't tie your—“

Too late. The rest of the cup came bearing down on my back, conforming itself against her breast. It pressed me into her softness, giving me little—if any—to move. Everything became dim as the cup filled up with her breast. The only light came distilled from beyond the purple fabric.

“Now that's not right.” I could hear the thread being tight and pulled in the distance, the pressure on my back intensifying. “Why ever is my chest feeling so sensitive? It couldn't have been my little session.”

But Rarity didn't say much more after that. It was like she was aware of my presence, though she didn't know I was here. Unknowingly, she had taken her little Spikey with her inside her bra, having him pressed against her gigantic breast. The pressure became worse when she leaned over, sliding on whatever swimwear she was taking to the beach.

And then my heart stopped. Rarity was going to the beach. She would be swimming underwater with me attached. It blew me in a second how much trouble I was in. Here I thought that the worst I would have to deal from being inside the bra was the jiggles of her breasts, the stuffiness of the air, and the inability to move from a humiliating position.

But if I did not find a way off Rarity's body soon, I'd drown from the inside of her bikini-top.

What a way to fuckin' go.

Author's Note

It's been a while since I've written micro.

It's a well known by this point, right? That B is into micro? I mean, I've got three stories (now four) on the fetish, and yet, I keep getting messages asking: "Are you really into that?"

To which, I reply, softly: "Indeed I am. It's absurd and obscure. But hey. It's my kink. It's what I do. It's what gives me enjoyment."

This story came about from a few nights ago. Acting much like a twelve-year-old demanding his mother for a video game, I went into my general chat and said the following: "Write me macro! Write me macro! Write me macro!"

This caused one hell of a night. More jokes came: "Tiny guy, giant girl, let's go!" and "Be a bro: write micro."

Because it's a gag! It's not to be taking seriously. It's supposed to be a meme at something extremely strange and absurd, but by making fun of it, as well as having fun with it, a part of what I'm into comes into the respect of my life. Instead of being an isolated aspect worthy of self-shame, it is now a joke with a decent understanding thereof.

I don't expect this story—or any of mine—to convert any of the readers. At the end of the day, Micro/macro are the only stories I write truly for myself. Because I read them afterward, and... well, enjoy them afterward.

And if others want to enjoy the fic too, great! If not, skip it and meme it.

Anyhow. Gotta get back to writing. Second and last part drops Sunday. Catch Y'all then.