The jaunt from the wobbling mountains of Fluttershy's breasts to the begging cleft hidden between her thighs was a short one. Sill, Spike took his time, wandering slowly along her taut tummy towards his destination, feeling her belly quiver and quake with every step he took. Initially, he thought she was trembling with anticipation or perhaps nervousness, after all, he was a fearsome dragon about to delve into her most private places. When he crossed the shallow pit of her belly button, however, he realized the slow pace he was taking was tickling her. His tiny claws scribbling across her belly resulted in a shuddering tremble underneath his frame. He shot a glance over his shoulder, past the monumental breasts blocking his view and managed to get a glimpse of the shy girl peeking out from behind the pillow where she was hiding. She had been watching him nervously and he grinned when she gave a quiet 'eek' of surprise having been caught. Almost immediately, she went to ducking back under the retaliative safety of the cushion where her blushing visage couldn't be seen. Spike's grin widened, just so, before he continued his journey.

Traveling down past her belly button, he let his gaze linger across the thick lemon colored thighs and an unruly crop of bright pink fur that spouted up from her crotch, vast and untamed. He bit at his lower lip thoughtfully. Of course, Fluttershy wasn't expecting any guests down here. He ventured closer, reaching a claw out to gently rake over the southern pink tuft. The wild thatch of fur was silky to the touch, swimming in the unyielding, unrelenting scent of her gentle bath soaps and flowery fragrance, but the scent that overpowered both of them was the same hot, musky aroma that hit him when he was lodged in her panties. It was twice as strong now and slowly, Spike found himself coming to realize just what that scent was. Not just Fluttershy's natural perfume. No. The mare was aroused. Insanely so, he guessed, by the way she quivered as he got closer. How long had it been since she'd known the touch of another pony if ever? How long had it been since she wasn't forced to rely on talented fingers or a pair of fresh batteries to sate her urges? Was that why she nodded at his dumb joke? Because she was as truly, desperately needed as he was? Only she had been kind enough to help him with his 'problem.' 'Fair's fair...'

He made his way as casually as possible through the waist tall fuzz, watching his thick erection bob with every step that he took. There would be plenty of time later to deal with that particular issue, but for now, he wanted to keep his focus on Fluttershy. He crept along, inch after inch past the firm yellow muscle of her legs, before finding a spot to slide himself down her inner thigh. Suddenly, there it was, glistening and wet: The beautiful chamber of Fluttershy's immense slit. No. Not immense. Titanic. Yes, titanic was the word Spike was looking for. Titanic was very fitting. Spike quietly grinned to himself and took a step forward, resting a claw on the outer edge of her labia and immediately felt Fluttershy's body shudder with the touch. Silently, he gazed up at the puffy pink folds, wondering exactly what his plan was. He'd been just teasing when he'd offered to help her before. Simply making a joke. He'd never expected her to take him up on his offer, and he'd never expected himself to actually go through with things. But here he was, standing in front of her titanic pussy with absolutely no idea what he was going to do. How did one pleasure a giantess? Carefully, he assumed.

He let his claw rest on the outer lip, rolling it up and down delicately allowing the slickness to build. With each tiny stroke, he could feel her shudder and with each shudder, the overpowering scent of pure pleasing arousal caressed his body. He groaned. If he didn't take care of her soon, he'd need to take a break himself. The gentle stroking of his tiny claw wasn't going to be enough, though. That much he knew for certain. He would need to think bigger. But how much did he have to offer at such a diminished size? He shot a glance down at his tiny purple claw, then back up at the cavernous tunnel before him. He bit his lower lip, and gently, slowly, leaned forward, sinking his claw in deeper. Deeper and deeper still. His arm vanished. She trembled.

It wasn't such a difficult task: to lose his entire arm into the sensitive folds before him. It would be much more difficult, he decided, to press his entire frame inside of her. Wait. No. Why was he thinking about that? Sink his entire body into Fluttershy's trembling cunny? No. That was insane. That was beyond insane. Where had that notion even come from? He glanced down at his throbbing cock. Ahh, yes. Arousal was taking over his common sense and better judgment. He'd been thinking with the wrong head. Again. Or maybe not. Maybe it was the right move. He wanted to pleasure Fluttershy, after all. Normally he'd jump at such a chance, and really, what had changed, aside from his retaliative height? If he wanted to rationalize things even further, -which was not necessary, but still- it was in his best interest to see that Fluttershy was happily satisfied. It was in his best interest to keep Fluttershy happy with him at all costs, right now, even if that meant crawling into her fragrant tunnel and stimulating her into a gooey, delicious orgasm. That really didn't sound so bad in retrospect. He peered up at her awaiting pussy again and the arm that was stuck inside. He drew in a breath and pressed himself forward, watching his other arm slip right in there with it easily. It was almost too easy to vanish inside of her folds like that. He drew in another deep breath and forced himself forward. Muzzle. Face. Neck. Shoulders. Torso. Hips. One leg. The other leg. Tail.

Spike had vanished. Fluttershy shuddered. Oh, she definitely felt that. Good. Oh, yes, very good. He twisted about inside of her slowly, working his arms and legs in the slick, slippery juices that slowly began to coat him. What now, though? What plan did he have to drive this giantess into the throes of pleasure? Simply wiggle about, thrashing around like a fish out of water? No. No, he needed something more than that. He couldn't really pump his way in and out of her like a proper cock. Where would he get the momentum from? Could he swim deeper and see if he could reach her G spot? Could that be done? Was it even there to begin with? He'd heard of such a magical location, but those were only in long forgotten myths passed down from elders. Could his fire breath be of use here? He couldn't see how that would help in the slightest. No. That wouldn't work. What else could he do? Wiggle until he got tired and hope it would be enough to satisfy her? Insufficient. Even if it did somehow drive her to an orgasm he doubted it would be a very good one. He glanced up at the giant pink bulb of her clit at peered at it thoughtfully. The obvious choice. He didn't want to go after it directly. No, no. He owed Fluttershy more than just simply playing with her clit. She needed build up and teasing. Foreplay and torture. Spike didn't just want to bring her to an orgasm. Spike wanted to make her scream.

With so few options to work with, however, Spike found himself thinking more and more that the clit was really what he was here to stimulate. He moved himself up towards the bold pink pearl and slid his tongue out, trashing across it with slick, wet slurps. The cavern around him trembled. He grinned. Oh, she'd definitively felt that. He pressed in close and planted a kiss against it, the massive bubble of pink was almost the size of his head, which made it quite the easy target. He granted it another kiss, this time firmly suckling along the taut skin before he reached out and cupped it in his claws, holding tightly while working his puckered lips across it. The cavern around him trembled, and this time an echoing thunder burst through the halls.

"NNNGGGHHH, S-SPIKE...W-What are you...EEP!"

He grinned darkly. Oh, yes, this was certainly the way to go. Another kiss saw him pressing his face against the bulbous orb, saturating it in slow wet slurps and laps from his tongue. The taste was tangy and sour, but ultimately devoid of any actual flavor he could solidly identify. He made sure to cover every inch of that beautiful button, though, planting smooch after sucking, wet smooch over it and each time, Fluttershy trembled and clenched a little more, her entire body starting to quiver.

"S-spiiiiiiike..." she crooned rolling her neck back with her eyes closed, every last inch of her body succumbing to a growing heat the dragon burned within her. It almost sounded like she were crying. Pleading for more. More Spike was happy to offer. He kissed again and again, raking his little claws as lightly as he could over her sensitive pearl, and relishing in the reactions he received. Each thundering quake of pleasure she offered resulted in an equal sized burst of satisfaction inside of the little dragon and spurred him on to continue passionately.

Fluttershy moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, and gripping the blankets underneath herself as tightly as she could to keep herself from reaching down and stroking her jewel. Whatever he was doing to her was setting a fire in her loins that she was dying to quench!

"Nnnngghh! S-Spike! Haannnnn Spike!" She crooned. She didn't know why she was expecting a reply. The room was silent, save the soft thumping of her rump against the bed as she arched up and down. While she couldn't see what the little dragon was doing inside of her, it felt like he was firing bolts of electricity right into her very being. Each shot forced a jerk of her hips into the air, and a bright, dazzling burst of pleasure through her frame. She gripped the sheets underneath her, whimpering in Ernst. Spike's gentle teasing was driving her crazy, but worse was knowing there was nothing she could do about it until he decided he was finished. She couldn't close her legs, fearful that she may crush him inadvertently, nor could she reach down and tend to herself in the way she was accustomed too, fearful that would accidentally bury him to far into her depths with no way to retrieve him. She threw her head back and squealed. It was louder than her normal cries of pleasure, and echoed through the tiny room of the cottage. She didn't know what he was doing, nor where he would strike next. It was as if she were being pleasured by some invisible lover who was interested in nothing more than the pleasure button hidden between her legs! Forced to keep her legs open and her fingers to herself, Fluttershy found the stimulation growing past a level that she could control. It was too much!! It was entirely too much!!

"Sp-Spike please! P-please don't stop!! MMmmppph! I-I can't...I-I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Fluttershy squealed, arching her hips into the air and leaving them there. Her every muscle tensed and seized up, her frame twitching helplessly with the sensations Spike mercilessly assaulted her with.

Spike grinned, feeling the cavern walls around him shudder again and again. He was getting wet. Drenched, really, by Fluttershy's juices, which he took to be a good sign. She was saying something again, another rumble of her voice split through the squelching sounds of his lips smacking against her clit and he perked an ear fin, but he couldn't make it out. No matter. He had more pressing matters to attend to. Truth be told, Spike was actually enjoying himself. It was far less than the 'chore' he thought it might be. There was something incredibly erotic about hearing the moans of a girl he was pleasuring and the mere fact that he were so very small and she was so very very large did amazing things for his confidence. And the fact that it was Fluttershy? His dear friend, and companion? The sweetest, kindest girl in town? That was the icing on the cake. With all the happiness she so freely gave to others, it was about time she received some in return. How lucky he was to be the dragon to do so.

A sudden tremble caught Spike off guard, the ground seeming to raise up underneath him out of nowhere. A weird sensation to feel, until he realized Fluttershy was arching her hips. Next was a tremble, not unlike an earthquake, her body quivering wildly while her inner chamber pulsed around him to an almost violent degree. This was it! He was sure of it! Fluttershy's inner walls, squeezed down around Spike viciously, but they were so soft, it felt like a warm hug from a loved one, wrapping him in felt blankets fresh from the dryer. It was a cozy warmth Spike would have liked to enjoy if he weren't drowning in mare cum. He squirmed and kicked, gasping for air as a burst of slick, sticky fluids splashed over every last inch of him and the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the bed, sticky, soaked, and choking on Fluttershy's juices as he gasped for air. He smelled like a mare's sex toy- an odor he found not terribly unpleasant. Really, the fact of the matter being he was a mare's sex toy. He grinned and climbed shakily to his feet, peering up at the hefty thighs he found himself between.

"Fluttershy?" he called out and perked an ear-fin. No reply. He shrugged and climbed up the side of her inner thigh, gripping at the fur as gently as he could as he hoisted himself up. When he reached a place of stable footing he turned around and surveyed the area between her legs. It looked like a dam had burst! The bed, the covers, her inner fur, all of it was soaked in a hot torrent of girl cum. He whispered quietly, glancing at Fluttershy with a lecherous grin wrapped around his lips.

"Somepony needed that..." he mumbled, making his way towards Fluttershy's heaving chest. He didn't need to her to tell that she had fallen asleep, the rhythmic breathing and lack of a response easily told him that much. He worked his way towards her front and glanced around thoughtfully. With his size, there was really little more he could do other than wait for her to wake up. He shrugged. After the day he'd had another nap certainly wouldn't hurt and he knew the perfect place to take one.

Gently, he made his way to the massive cleavage in front of him and delicately wiggled himself down until he was wedged comfortably in between her breasts. There, perfect! Now she'd know exactly where he was when she woke up. There was no way she'd miss him like this, and it was a comfortable place for him to catch some shut-eye. All and all, not a bad plan as far as he was concerned. Once he woke up, he'd be able to get Fluttershy to take him to the castle and Twilight could cast a spell to reverse the effects of her reduction spell. From being lost in Fluttershy's panties, to the drawer, Spike felt like he'd taken a strange trip to a weird fantasy land. A land of panties if he had to call it anything and a place he certainly wouldn't mind returning to one day. The little dragon gave a quiet sigh, curled up snugly between the massive mammaries and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Author's Note

You might have noticed the change in cover art for this story. I wanted something to demonstrate Fluttershy was large AND anthro. The previous image did not do so. This one did, and kept the greenish coloring of her undergarments.