Titanic. Yes, titanic was the word Spike was looking for. Titanic was very fitting, unlike the panties that hugged the huge shapely hips overhead. Titanic and 'dearsweetdragonjesusImgoingtodie' but that second one was more of a phrase, really. But it was a phrase that fit the situation. Oh, yes, it definitely fit. With a defeated sigh, Spike quietly accepted his fate, waiting to die with all the grace and dignity he could afford, which, considering the situation, wasn't much. Any minute now, Fluttershy would sit down and that would be that. He'd disappear forever under the sunny yellow globes of Fluttershy's enormous rump. Ooooh, enormous, that was a good one too.

If he could, Spike would have called out. To warn Fluttershy he was standing on the stool. He waved his arms and thrashed his tail, but he was far to tiny for that to make much of a difference. If he could, Spike would have screamed of his misfortune. That he was the victim of circumstance and not some pervy little dragon trying to steal a peek under Fluttershy's ruffled blue denim skirt. He would tell her how this was all Twilight's fault and the silly spell she'd been working on. If he could, he would have pointed out the fact that Fluttershy's pretty emerald panties seemed ever so slightly too small on her shapely supple frame. If only he could. What he would do however, was die. He would die a very happy dragon, but he would die none the less. Although, to be fair, of all the ways to go, callipygian suffocation wasn't the worst way. Certainly on somewhere on the top of his lists.

Normally, Spike had no qualms with magic. It was an everyday part of life and one he'd grown quite accustomed to living with a unicorn prodigy like Twilight. Sure, there were the occasional mishaps. Like the one time Twilight had enchanted the oven to make nothing but pizza. A lovely idea had the pizza not been covered with pineapples chunks. Every, single, time. Ugh. 'It's good! 'Twilight claimed, doing her best to persuade Spike to join in on her madness, but he wanted no part in it. Then the was the time she'd accidentally cursed the town to randomly break into song and dance routines at the drop of a hat. Luckily, nopony found out that had been her and it was a secret Spike intended to keep. He idly wondered if she were still looking for a way to disenchant that one. Then there was the time she brought that muppet to life, which promptly ran around demanding ponies to tickle it and turned violent when they did not. A problem solved with a very liberal dose of dragon's flame, but it was definitely the last time Spike would ever attend a puppet show. God, no, never again.

Still, barring those things, magic was a useful all-purpose tool that served to craft an easier way of life for everypony involved. It was very safe and very well tested. That's what Twilight had said. That's what Twilight had managed to convince him to believe, at least.

"Oh, Spike it's perfectly fine" she said, "It's a great way to clean under the shelves," she said, "It'll only last thirty minutes, I promise," she said. "There's nothing to worry about," she said. And that was how Spike's day had begun. Sometime in the morning, Twilight had shrunk the two of them down to explore her newest 'reduction' spell. Oh, sure, she claimed, it was to help clean in hard to reach places, but he knew far better than that, having caught Twilight peering and grumbling about her backside multiple times while looking in the mirror. He gave a harsh snort.

Above him, the heavy cheeks jiggled ever so faintly with Fluttershy's movements. She was still peering around the room, wondering where he'd gone. A brilliant sea of lush green obscured his vision, swallowing up every last ounce of the room, until he was able to see nothing but the massive globes threatening to descend upon him. A land of silk that he wanted nothing more than to romp and play in. To explore every last delicious curve and follow beautiful butterflies to a promised land of bliss.

"Spike? Where did you go?" Fluttershy's voice boomed overhead. Momentarily, Spike considered calling out to her again, despite knowing his minuscule voice would never reach the gargantuan ears so very high above. Wouldn't Twilight like to know what became of her darling little dragon. Would she ever be able to guess his fate? To discover that after the morning chores were completed and the spell had 'worn off' Spike traveled to Fluttershy's cottage to help with a gown she was designing for Rarity's birthday? Could she realize that the spell had relapsed, causing him to shrink again? Probably not.

He had jumped at the chance to help make a gift for Rarity, if only to be able to slap his name on the box along with Fluttershy's. When she'd asked him for his assistance, he'd promptly bee-lined over to her house, happy and eager to help. He sat down on the stool she'd provided for him and began to look over the different gown designs she'd been musing over when he'd felt himself starting to shrink. And now?

Now he was staring up at the sight of an utterly impossibly sized rump. The shapely bottom bounced about before him, the jade panties beckoned him to the afterlife, and for the life of him, Spike found he couldn't move. Not that it would help. No, there was no way he could scramble off the stool in enough time to avoid being squished under her tush. He was doomed and he knew it. The moment she sat down, he'd meet his maker, but he swore he wouldn't close his eyes. No, he would watch every last moment of his big beautiful death rushing up to meet him.

"Spike?" the voice of the Reaper thundered again. How could death sound so sweet and innocent? He shook his head thoughtfully. Perhaps a burst of fire could prevent his untimely demise. Could he manage to shoot up a gout of flame just as her cheeks descended? Enough to send her rocketing back up before he was lost forever in the deep sunny crack of her ass? Could it be done?! Could he save himself from the miserably wonderful fate that was to befall him?

"Did he go outside?" Fluttershy murmured, stepping away from the seat and jostling her way over to the door to peer out into the front yard. Spike gave a tremendous sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn't take a seat after all. Maybe she'd go looking for him? Did that bode well? Could that offer him another way to escape the most beautiful nightmare he'd ever had? Did he even want to escape? He could go scrambling for the edge of the stool now. She wasn't hovering over him anymore. He could make it if he tried!

Spike took to a run, bursting from his spot towards the edge of the stool. Maybe. Fluttershy turned around, the massive earthquake steps that pounding in Spike's ears told him that much. Faster! He had to go faster!! His mad dash was in vain though. A shadow ripped through the light overhead. The sickly sweet scent of shampoo and bath soap washed over his nose. The grim sense of the finality of the situation took hold of him. Fluttershy sat down.

When the cold embrace of death didn't take hold, Spike opened his eyes and peered around, doing his best to cut through the darkness that surrounded him. A soft, warm darkness created by a tight pair of panties that engulfed him. The little dragon gave a sigh of relief, groaning at his own stupidity. Of course Fluttershy wasn't heavy enough to squash him! Pegasus bones, like birds, were hollow. Fluttershy was airy and light and this physiology was the sole thing that was keeping Spike among the living. Still, now he had another problem on his claws: How was he supposed to escape?

He groped around quietly, working his way forward as best he could. Couldn't she feel that? Was her plump cushion so perfectly thick that he was invisible to her? He frowned. He suspected if he just continued forward he would eventually come to the edge of the stool, but then what? Was it possible for him to pull out from under her there? Would that work? He somehow doubted it. Maybe there was another way to find safety. Wait a minute...could he...did he dare...? Spike peered down at his claws, then up at the thin fabric of the panties that squeezed down around him. Maybe if he were touching her directly, he could get her to notice him, but the only way to do that...

Spike reached a claw out, gently tracing it along the material. His claws found purchase. He could tear a hole. Just enough for him to wriggle free. Yes. Yes that would work. It would be better to be trapped inside Fluttershy's panties instead of on the outside, wouldn't it? Much safer, surely. Spike wasn't entirely positive which head was doing the thinking, but it was a plan none the less. If it worked, he'd have a story to tell his friends, and if it didn't, he'd have a story to tell in the afterlife. He lifted his arm and clawed his way through. This was it.

Author's Note

A derpy little wtf piece I came up with at 3 am while looking for a story idea to write for B_25. Just a silly piece of fluff I thought he might like.