The drift back to consciousness was slow and sweet. A lovely little romp through strawberry scented dreams and gloriously round hills of gold. Spike smacked his lips and yawned, tugging himself into a sitting position from a cozy curl. A dream. It was all a dream. Of course, it had been a dream. Twilight really hadn't shrunk him down. He really hadn't been sat upon by Fluttershy's tremendous, cushy cheeks. He didn't explore the insides of her panties and she certainly didn't give him the most amazing tongue-job he'd ever had. Or only tongue job he'd ever had. It was all just a dream. An absolutely fantastic dream, but still just a dream. He rubbed his eyes with a claw and peered around his room. His bed felt different. Softer, than usual and oddly silky. He shifted his hips, feeling the material shifting along with him underneath his bottom. His bare bottom. Naked. He was totally naked. Had he gone to bed naked? He couldn't remember, but it seemed outside of the norm. Red flag number one, he noted in the back of his mind.

He peered around quietly and sighed. The room was dark. It was almost pitch black really and certainly not his room. Red flag number two. He was beginning to feel a tad nervous that his whole ordeal had not been a dream at all. But that was preposterous. Absolutely preposterous. He was sure of it. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe He rubbed his eyes with a claw, doing his best to keep calm and let his sight adjust to the darkness around him. With his other claw, he gripped at the soft, silky material underneath him. He knew what that was even with the darkness engulfing him. He knew what he was sitting on. It wasn't his bed. It was soft silk. He squinted. It was green silk. The same type of silk that was hugging Fluttershy's plump hips. It hadn't been a dream. It had all be blissfully, horribly real. The shrinking spell. The panties. Fluttershy's giant, bouncy yellow rump, the sweet dewy cavern of her pussy. He shuddered. His cock twitched. He scowled. Down boy.

Even in the darkness, Spike could discern the room was abnormally large and seemed mostly empty and now that his other senses were starting to wake up, he could tell he was pretty much alone. And naked. He climbed to his feet and rested his claws on his hips peering around the room thoughtfully. The walls looked to be made of wood and there didn't seem to be a door of any kind that he could discern. The flooring looked to be several several sheets of silk. Different colored silk that strongly reminded him of Fluttershy's panties. Were they bed spreads? Sheets of some kind? Were they panties? He laughed at the notion, reaching down to lift up some of the material. They smelled strongly like Fluttershy. He whimpered. His cock twitched. No.

He tugged it into his arms, trying to lift as much of it as he could, but it was like a massive tarp. It was impossible to lift in its entirety, but as Spike trailed his claws along the material, he came across what looked like an opening, like some sort of- yeah, no, it was a leg hole. He was in Fluttershy's underwear drawer. His cock sprang to life and he sighed. There was no stopping it. The idea that he was surrounded by so many of Fluttershy's personal, intimate garments was a pleasing one to say the least. He bit at his lower lip and sat back down thoughtfully. Fluttershy would be back soon, he hoped. She didn't just drop him into her underwear drawer and frolic off to leave him to starve. She had probably gone to fetch Twilight and put him somewhere for safe keeping. That made the most amount of sense, at least, that's the concept he wanted to believe. As soon as he could get his regular size back the better and then he'd put an end to Twilight's silly little experiments. He looked at the silky material around him and smiled quietly. Well, it wasn't so bad. Maybe if he were really being honest with himself, he found it rather enjoyable. Maybe not something he would jump at the chance to repeat again, but it was a nice surprise to find Fluttershy was so understanding of the situation.

The ground trembled underneath him and a furious thunder roared across his ears. Spike winced and gripped the sheet-like silk beneath him for support, giving a squeak when a blinding light drove itself into the room and seared at his eyes. The drawer was opening. Sudden, fresh air spilled in, and the massive visage of Fluttershy came into view, standing tall over him and entirely naked. She was damp, smelling of fresh bath oils and soap, and the monumental weight of her chest swallowed up Spike's vision entirely. Spike had never really considered himself a 'boob' sort of guy, but there was something outright beautiful about the heavenly huge twin breasts overhead. Full and impossibly buoyant, from his tiny vantage point they seemed to consider gravity only a 'gentle suggestion' wobbling gently and capped with bubble gum pink nipples that stood out like erasers. She gave a quiet squeak when she noticed him, and turned a dark shade of red when she noticed him noticing her. Staring really. How could he not. She looked away with a sheepish little sputter and immediately shook her head.

"Oh! Spike! I forgot you were in there! I-I didn't know where else to put you that the animals in my cottage wouldn't think you were food and I thought maybe you'd be comfortable in a drawer with all my softest things so I dropped you in and locked the door and I'm so sorry Ididn'tmeantoflashyou!" she squeaked, the words rushing out faster than she had time to properly say them, peppered with adorable humiliation. The idea that she was still shy after what had happened before spoke of an innocence to her nature that commanded Spike's adoration. He couldn't stop smiling. Even with his erection standing at full salute, his growing lust was an afterthought. There was just something about Fluttershy that was so wonderfully gentle and disarming, she put him at ease, despite the entire situation. He casually grasped at the silky material underneath him and did his best to keep himself modest regardless of the fact that he had a front row seat to the biggest, bounciest breasts he'd ever laid eyes on. He swallowed and adverted his eyes as much as he could, but no matter where he looked there seemed to be some hint of yellow in his vision.

"Ahh, no no, it's fine. I'm sorry for all this trouble. Heh, thank you for um...letting me stay here and, uh, you know, before..."he said quietly. Fluttershy's cheeks turned a darker shade of red and she keep her eyes anywhere but the tiny dragon in her underwear drawer.

"No. I'm sorry," she said quietly much to Spike's immediate confusion. "I didn't mean to do that. I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what came over me! I've never ever molested somepony before, and I never meant to hurt you and I don't know what I was thinking! You must think the worst of me and I'm so, so, so sorry and if you never want to see me again I understand!" Fluttershy sputtered. Spike's mouth dropped open.

"What?! No! Nononononono! That's not what happened at all! I'm fine! I don't feel molested! It didn't hurt, it might have been a little weird, but I definitely wasn't saying no!" He shouted. Probably louder than he meant to. His voice carried rather well for being so small and it certainly reached Fluttershy's ears. She turned towards him, cheeks still pink and peered into the drawer with a nervous expression twisting at her muzzle.

"A-are you positive? No, Spike I-I took advantage of you. I really did. W-when I saw your...y-your um...reaction to me I just...I was afraid that I'd never...t-that nopony would ever...That it might be my only chance to..."she trailed off quietly, a little shudder rippling though her voice. Spike shook his head again.

"No. NO. NO. That is not the case and will never ever be the case. You're a gorgeous mare Fluttershy! I thought that was pretty obvious, but you're all kinds of hot! Really! You've got the kindest, nicest personality out of anyone I've ever met, and your smile rivals Celestia's sun!" He barked, listening to his tiny voice travel up through the air to the giant standing over him. He was doing his absolute best not to stare at her breasts, but he was sure his face contained more than just a little bit of pink.

For an eternity of a moment stretched into a second, Fluttershy peered down at Spike, before she reached into the drawer and lifted him up. She cupped him in her palms again, and she kissed the top of his head as daintily as she could. She was smiling again. That wonderful, bright and bubbly smile of hers. He loved that smile. The whole town did.

"Oh, Spike, I don't know how I thought that- oh, my!" she squeaked. Spike felt his cheeks burn and gave a gentle sigh. His erection had been uncovered when she lifted him up and now twitched in all of its glory. In front of her. Again. He shrugged his shoulders as casually as he could and leaned back against her palms.

"W-well, yeah. What did you expect?" He asked, pointing a single purple claw at the mountainous breasts that still lay bare before him. Fluttershy squealed and immediately wrapped her free arm around her chest, shuffling Spike to just one yellow set of fingers. She'd forgotten she was standing naked before him for the last few minutes. He didn't argue, shivering when the digits gently brushed across his erection.

A moment or so passed before she realized what she was doing. They'd been bare to one and other before hand. Things hadn't changed. It was just her natural reaction to being nude in front of someone else. Adorable, as far as Spike was concerned. Sheepishly, Fluttershy held Spike out at arms length, studying him quietly. Her face was still a pretty shade of ruby red, but she was smiling coyly none the less.

"I um, t-take it you like what you see?" she squeaked. By Celestia's sun, she was mind-meltingly adorable. Was she trying to be sexy? Spike had to admit it was working. There was something about the way she seemed to be finding her confidence in him that was turning him on to no end. Was it his size? Did she feel comfortable knowing no matter what happened she was the one in charge and nothing could change that? Not while he was so small anyway. He flashed his own bashful smile and nodded his head, his cock giving another noticeable little twitch.

"You're beautiful," he said. Truthfully. Gently, Fluttershy turned away from her drawer, tugging Spike in close and planted another kiss across his little purple head. She turned towards her bed, but before she sauntered over to it, she pulled Spike in closer, and tucked him gently into the cleavage of her breasts. It was the warmest, softest seat of Spike's life and he had to hold in a little squeal at the jiggling, jostling ride that took him across the room. All too soon it was over, sadly, however the moments after found him resting atop Fluttershy's colossal melons, relaxing and enjoying her company. She still had a rosy blush over her cheeks, watching him in silence, while his erection twitched and throbbed. He didn't want to ruin things though. Never again, he was sure, he'd be allowed to rest in a girl's breasts the way he was. He'd never be so small again, he hoped, and he'd never find somepony so willing as Fluttershy. He simply wanted to soak up all the time he could and cherish the memories forever.

Fluttershy had other plans. There was just something to be said about a tiny dragon such as Spike, from the way he talked, to the way he was so very gentle, to the way he seemed to want to protect her even when she was one thousand times his size. She'd never get to study a dragon up close again. And certainly not one with its penis out. Celestia, he was just so cute and vulnerable and all she wanted to do was hold him tightly against her and never let him go. And she could, if she wanted to. If she chose to. She could do anything she wanted, and he was obviously willing to let her try. Just the sight of that adorable little cock of his made her tremble. He could never take advantage of her with that tiny thing. She was entirely in control of the situation. She bit her lower lip, feeling that strange surge of power wash over her again. Was this what it was like being in charge? Was this what it was like not to feel afraid of anything? Of a dragon of all things. The creature that frightened her the most, forced to rely on her for protection? She liked it. She liked it a lot and it was drawing out feelings inside of her she didn't know she had.

"Um, Fluttershy?"

She blinked, the voice snapping her free from her thoughts. Spike was looking up at her, blushing up at storm and nibbling at his lower lip.

"Y-yes?" she squeaked. Spike rubbed a claw along the back of his head shyly and coughed.

"Would you maybe want some help with that?" he asked politely. She frowned, a look of confusion contorting her pretty dazed expression and she cocked her head to the side. Help? Help with what? She blinked, slowly, and let her gaze drift around the room. Everything was in place. The door was closed, and light was lazily seeping in through the curtains, but nothing seemed amiss. Her gaze slowly played past Spike's nude little form down along her body. She had one arm resting against the bed, but the other? The other was quite firmly tucked between her legs. Had she lost herself in her thoughts so much that she didn't even realize she was...

Yes. She was. She was masturbating in front of Spike.

The little dragon shrieked when Fluttershy grabbed the nearest pillow she could find and buried her face in it, the movement and motion almost tossing Spike off the heavenly perch he'd found, if not for the broad pink nipple he'd grabbed onto to keep himself stable. He gazed at Fluttershy, a wicked grin threatening to pierce his muzzle. She didn't move. She didn't speak. She simply hid under the soft downy comfort and wished the world would swallow her up.

"You didn't answer my question," Spike called out. Really, he was joking. He was being cheeky, and trying to lighten the mood. She must have known he was joking. Surely she did. So imagine Spike's surprise, when the perky yellow ears behind the pillow turned red, followed by a gentle, almost invisible subtle nod from the hidden girl.

Spike stared in silence for a long few moments before he got up, and started making his way down the yellow expanse of her naked frame. 'It's only fair, after all' he thought. The little dragon steeled himself: He had his work cut out for him.

Author's Note

Oh nooooo, Rarity, why would you end it here?! HERE of all places?!

Because I'm evil, my darlings. I am evil.

Don't you get it? Silk Suspense? Wahahaha