The fall was sudden and terrible, the dim yellow flooring beneath him trembling in a seismic proportions before it simply up and vanished entirely. Although, really, it wasn't so much of a 'fall' as it was a surprising slide Spike wasn't expecting. True, he did lose his footing and was violently cast into the darkness of Fluttershy's tremendous backside, but he was lodged in her panties of all places, which meant there really wasn't anywhere to fall to. Instead, he slid down the backside of them, softly bouncing along the deep shadowy cleft of her massive yellow rump, colliding with either cheek the vast valley provided him. A very, very soft slide, that was truly more surprising than painful which was something he would be eternally thankful for.

When the ride didn't end, however, and the silky flooring beneath him continued to shudder and flex, it only took Spike a moment to figure out what had happened. Fluttershy had stood up. Not only that, but she was walking somewhere, which had caused the silky slide to begin with and kept him jostled around and unable to find a proper foothold to stable himself. With the new position, there was no light to be had, save the occasional burst from somewhere below him. It was only partially lighter there than the rest of his surroundings, but from what he could make out, he'd managed to slide down the back of Fluttershy's panties towards her crotch. The last place he wanted to be if he'd wanted to keep what remained of his sanity in check and that was quickly slipping away. Of course, it was. He had managed to slide down the tight garment and now found himself pressed quite intimately against the plump, puffy folds of her sweet smelling sex. The tender lips were ever so slightly damp, but it was the scent that drilled into his brain and took firm hold of him. He whimpered quietly, somehow things had gone from bad, to worse, to horrible, to wonderful, to horrible, to wonderful, and now sat somewhere maddeningly in between.

The situation in its entirety was a strange amalgamation of both heaven and hell for Spike; A rich tapestry of fantastical horrors even his wildest wet dreams couldn't concoct. He was forcefully being rubbed - face first mind you - into a doughy amber pussy that lovingly kissed and suckled every inch of his body and at the same time, the confines of the tight silky fabric were so snug that he was trapped. He couldn't move to reach down to tend to himself nor could he barely move at all for that matter and certainly not enough to thrust his hips forward like he so desperately wanted to. He was sandwiched in between the soft green silk of her panties underneath him and a soft, feminine flower above him. Every moment she made and every step she took, was a slow torturous grind that saw him pressed solidly into the pussy just in front of him. And with every step, his very angry cock demanded attention that he simply could not offer from his position.

It was something he could do nothing about, the poor dragon simply along for the ride as Fluttershy meandered about her cottage. Slowly, he became aware she was saying something. Calling for him perhaps? Talking to one of her animal companions? Her voice seemed to vibrate throughout her entire body, but he couldn't quite make out what she was saying. He pulled himself back as far as he could, far enough to steal a stagnated breath of air from the depths of her panties and held it for as long as he could. His face was being forcefully shoved into her sex over and over again, and every step required him to force himself back as far as the silky prison would allow. If only to breathe and every breath was another, dizzying, brain-twisting burst of her personal perfume that left him reeling. It was the most confusing, bizarre conflict of feelings he'd ever come across, all swirled up in an incomprehensible fog of arousal that left his poor cock throbbing incessantly. Somewhere, in the back of his lust-addled thoughts, he wondered if it even possible for him to get more aroused than he was now? His erection had gone from angrily demanding for release to desperate pleading and there was still nothing he could do to remedy the situation. It was frustrating on a level he did not know existed or even could exist, and in his heightened state of arousal, it felt like all of his senses were magnified tenfold. If he thought staring at the heavenly expanse of Fluttershy's bare bottom was bad, being pressed face first into the silky contours of her pussy was worse. If the scent that tickled at his senses before was distracting, the fact that his nose was forced into the very source was outright maddening. Celestia, please, if he could just reach an arm down to wrap his claws around his aching need, things wouldn't have been quite so bad. By Tartarus, if he could even move things wouldn't be quite so bad. And If his inability to pleasure himself wasn't bad enough, the jostling steps Fluttershy was taking teased his cock relentlessly. The very tip of that stiff draconic pride bounced and brushed over and over and over again against those tender lips and soft peach fuzz. He couldn't quite thrust himself in (not that the incredible size difference would have had an impact anyway) and he couldn't pull away. The gentle fur of her slit teased him endlessly, not quite enough to take him over the edge, but certainly enough to keep him painfully rigid, lightly brushing over the head of his penis with little leniency to be had. If only he could find some way to escape his prison, this horribly tantalizing, strangely enjoyable, beautiful nightmare of a dream he found himself in. He was going to suffocate in pleasure. He was going to lose his mind entirely pressed against this huge, heavenly goddess of a creature and her soft plump folds. He couldn't think of anything more that he'd ever wanted. He couldn't really think period, the sensations of torturous pleasure clouding most of his cognitive functions at this point. And that's when everything stopped. Everything stopped all at once, and Spike was suddenly blinded by an all-encompassing light. This was it. He was sure of it. He'd died. He'd finally passed out, or he'd been crushed by Fluttershy's thick, shapely thighs and he was dead.

Still. Not the worst way to go. There was no pain. It was quick and the suffering was over. His only regret was not being able to take care of his most primal of urges before his time was up. He gave a mournful little sigh and drew in a breath of sweet, precious oxygen. It was clean, although he swore he could still catch a hint of Fluttershy's private fragrance tingling in his nose.

"Spike?"

His blinked curiously. Wait, was that his name? Were angels calling to him? Was that what that was? He blinked again, the blinding light slowly fading into something more recognizable. A bathroom? Fluttershy's bathroom to be exact, next to the tub. Slowly, he realized what was happening. He wasn't dead. He hadn't been cast into the afterlife by Fluttershy's massive thighs and unrelenting pussy. He was very much alive, sitting against green and silky flooring. Towering above him were the soft, golden petals of Fluttershy's tender treasure and ever so slightly glistening in the light. He was sitting on the crotch of her lowered panties, staring up at a yellow promised land and beyond that, big beautiful emerald eyes that stared down. Down at him. She was staring at him. He was staring at her. His cock throbbed.

"Spike?" she asked again, looking at the tiny dot of purple sitting in her panties. Spike peered up at her quietly, his brain sputtering to make sense of the situation, due to a severe lack of oxygen and blood flow. He opened his mouth shut it, opened it again, and tilted his head ever so slightly to the left. What was he supposed to say? He'd been going through the story in his head and even to him, none of it made any sense. It sounded crazy to him so he couldn't imagine how it would sound to Fluttershy. He figured the best place to start would be an apology, swiftly followed by begging her not to crush him. Before he could stammer out the first syllable of "Sorry" she had scooped him up into her hands, holding him in her sunny palms and lifted him up to her face, peering over his form.

"Spike! SPIKE! Oh, oh my goodness! I'm so glad you're alright!! I had no idea where you'd gone and I was so worried, and yo-you're so...tiny? What happened?! Oh my gosh, are you hurt?! Are you okay?! Oh, sweetie, please, say something! What were you doing down there?!" Fluttershy squealed quietly, looking over Spike's minuscule frame for any injuries he might have acquired. Spike drew in a deep breath, let it out, and let his eyes drift shut, while all his feelings of fear and apprehension washed away with that long drawn out sigh.

Of course, she wasn't mad at him. Fluttershy was the element of Kindness. All she wanted was to make sure he was ok. She didn't even comment on his undressed and aggressively aroused state, although there was no way she could miss it, looking him over the way she was and the way he was sitting spread eagle in her palms. He blushed a violent shade of ruby and rested both claws over his begging pride. Even if his claws weren't exactly large enough to hide all of his twitching erection, it was the best he could do. He smiled sheepishly and lifted a single claw, wiggling his fingers nervously at the giantess.

"H-Hi. Fluttershy. I um, I can explain. I think? I'm gonna try, at least. Please bear with me, it's been a long day, okay? Please? I'm sorry. This morning Twilight-" He began, but Fluttershy immediately shook her head, the strawberry curls dancing with her movements.

"Twilight was using you as practice for one of her spells again, wasn't she? I'll bet it was a shrinking spell, wasn't it? I told her to be careful! Dragon physiology doesn't mix well with unicorn magic! But she just haaaaad to experiment, didn't she?" she asked. Spike's mouth dropped open and his lips twisted helplessly into a wide grin. He was really the luckiest dragon in the world to have such understanding friends. Really and truly, he was. He immediately nodded his head with a sigh of relief, only for it to drain just as quickly as Fluttershy's understanding expression drifted into a curious one.

"B-but...um...w-what...what were you doing in...my...u-underwear," She trailed off quietly, cheeks starting to pinken in a way that always melted Spike's heart when she blushed. He rubbed the back of his head with his free claw and winced.

"I was...see, what happened...the spell relapsed and I shrank after coming over. When you went to make us tea, actually. I was still on the stool and-"He began, but Fluttershy jumped ahead of him in the conversation again.

"AND, I, SAT, ON, YOU!! OHMIGOSH Spike, I'm so sorry!! ARE YOU HURT?! I'm sosososososososososo SORRY!! SPIKE I AM SO SORRY!" she squealed quite on the verge of tears at this point. Immediately spike shook his head, holding up both his claws in an attempt to comfort her. Fluttershy would have spent the rest of the week beating herself up if Spike didn't step in and quash this. Now.

"NO! N-nonono, it's not your fault! It really isn't! And I'm fine Fluttershy! See?! I'm okay!" Spike squeaked, gesturing to himself and in that moment, quickly remembered he was nude from the waist down. He blushed a solid shade of crimson and immediately tucked his claws between his legs, looking away shyly. He didn't mean to flash Fluttershy, but she surprised him yet again. Instead of scolding him, she held him in her palms carefully and glanced away herself, cheeks radiating heat as hot as Spike's dragon breath.

"I...um...I can see that," she stammered quietly. "Did that come from...um...b-being down there?" she sputtered shyly, her voice on the very cusp of a whisper. Spike glanced over and gave his head a meek sort of nod in turn, nibbling along his lower lip. Well, things had to get awkward at some point.

"I, uh...ahem, y-yeah...couldn't really help it," he coughed quietly. She kept her face pointed away, but her cheeks brightened pinker and if Spike didn't know any better, he'd swear he caught sight of a ghost of a smile dancing across her lips.

"...Really? You got that from me?" She asked again, slowly letting her gaze fall back to the tiny dragon sitting in her palms. Spike nodded his head again, quite sure that lying at this point might have been bad for his health. It was Fluttershy's turn to bite at her lower lip now. A dragon. A dragon of all creatures. One of the fiercest, more terrifying predators in Equestria had managed to draw arousal from her? Her? One of the meekest, quietest creatures in Equestria? Even if it was Spike, he was still a dragon and the idea that he had found her so interesting that he had such a physical reaction was something that lingered on Fluttershy's mind. It was a good feeling. A feeling she rather rarely got to feel. The idea that someone, especially someone as sweet and gentle as Spike, thought so highly of her sent a shudder rippling through her.

Before she even knew what she was saying, the words tumbled out of her mouth. Bold and unrestrained, perhaps pressured through the oddity of the situation or the sudden sensation of feeling desired. Either way, the words were out there, echoing in the air, and clear as a bell: "Can I see it?"

Spike's head snapped to attention, looking up at the giant yellow pony who held him at eye level and turned a far, far deeper shade of red. The very fact that Fluttershy wasn't disgusted in him was a boon in and of itself, but the idea that she was actively interested? In him? The dopey little dragon that cooked and cleaned and wore aprons with hearts on them? The dragon the other dragons rejected due to that very same nature? She wanted to see him? Regardless of his furious blush, Spike drew in a deep breath and slowly, slowly, peeled his claws away, using them to support himself as he leaned back and put himself on display. He mumbled something about it being 'only fair' but couldn't bring himself to look at her while he exposed himself. His penis stood at a solid, six millimeters and twitched eagerly in the breeze, wrapped in the warm, gentle gust of air from Fluttershy's nose tickling across it. She was quiet, peering over his erection with a careful eye and the bashful little dragon it belonged too. Celestia, he was adorable like that. So very shy and timid. It was something she could relate to. Normally, dragons intimidated her to no end, but having one here, so small, and vulnerable in her grasp was an intoxicating power she'd never imagined. She realized she was staring and smiled quietly.

"It's very nice," She whispered demurely. Spike forced a grin- the most charming he could in his diminutive state and fought back the urge to cover himself again.

"I-It's usually a lot bigger," he stammered. His best attempt at a joke in the situation. He was doing his best to stop blushing and maybe find a way to make things a little less awkward, but nothing seemed to come to mind. After all, he was a tiny naked dragon sitting in the palms of a huge girl he was just in the panties of. Very little was going to help make the situation less awkward. Fluttershy smiled coyly. If anything, she seemed to be smiling more and gently nodded her head.

"Oh, I think it's big enough," she giggled shyly, her voice like a wind chime. Spike smiled in tur- wait, big enough? Big enough for what?

Tenderly, timidly, nervously, and lovingly, Fluttershy brought the naked little dragon closer and the soft pink serpent of her tongue snaked its way from her lips. Before her better judgment could stop her, she leaned in and in one quick, gentle motion she flicked the tip of it across Spike's front. His entire front. One, warm, slow lick that left him laying on his back and trembling helplessly. Of all the things he expected, a lick from Fluttershy in his current state was not one of them.

He moaned. How could he not? He was raging stiff and before he could say anything, he found himself pinned by the warm flickering tongue tip of the giantess before him. She was hungrily licking at his aching cock, and after everything Spike had been through, he found this to be the most bizarre thing of the evening. Not that he was complaining. Not in the slightest! He'd never thought Fluttershy, of all his friends would take an interest in him, and certainly not while he was at such a size.

"Yes...it is only fair isn't it? If I did this too you, I should help fix it..." she moaned between gentle flicks of her tongue. Spike could only barely register what she was saying, and even after he had, it slipped in one ear and out the other. He grasped at her palms for some sense of stability, shifting and arching his hips as that tongue lovingly caressed his crotch. He surrendered himself to her. Fully. Completely. He did so willingly, knowing full well he didn't have a choice in the matter. Had she been so inclined, she could do anything she wanted with his tiny, vulnerable frame, and for whatever reason, that idea made his cock throb the hardest it had yet. He tried to warn her of his incoming release, but his tiny voice could only squeak out in overwhelming pleasure. All the teasing he'd been through, the sights, the scents, and the places he'd been, all came rushing together, and the world turned to a bright, dazzling light as his orgasm erupted from him. He exploded, like a volcano, blasting hot bursts of sticky honey all over Fluttershy's over-sized tongue, which she greedily caught and held. She was drinking from him. Hardly a mouthful, but still, the idea burned in Spike's brain, forcing a lengthy moan from his lips as he surged, more and more, harder and harder.

Every tender lick and flicker from Fluttershy's tongue seemed to coax out another sticky gush of pent up dragon cum and every adorable, needy little moan her dragon made, persuaded Fluttershy to continue. The poor thing looked so painfully wound up, there just had to be something she could do to help fix the situation. She wasn't sure what to expect, but the cream that coated her tongue tickled at the sweet part of her taste buds. Sweet and spicy. A strange mixture, almost like one of those fireball candies, but not an entirely unpleasant one. When she felt Spike finally stop twitching a good minute or so later, she withdrew her tongue and smiled fondly at the poor boy, only to find he wasn't moving. He was laying on his back, splayed out completely on her palms and fast asleep.

After the ordeal he must have had, Fluttershy really couldn't blame him. She cradled him softly, careful with his body, and glanced around the room. Her bath would have to wait, of course, but what she was supposed to do with a very tiny, very naked dragon? Her mind began racing through possibilities and concepts, ideas and scenarios. She would need someplace safe for him, and someplace out of the way of the other denizens of her cottage. Someplace...like.....

Fluttershy grinned.

Author's Note

3 am.
Can't sleep.
This is what you get.
Blame B_25.
I know I do.