The Land of Silk

by RarityEQM

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Spike, Comedy, Fluttershy, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn
Length: 12399

Spike takes a very impromptu visit to the land of silk.

A magic spell gone awry leaves Spike in quite a predicament while visiting Fluttershy. He is small. Very small. This is a story about a very tiny dragon and his impromptu visit to the land of silk.

A gift story written for my friend/rival/mostly friend: B_25 catering to some of his unique tastes. :raritywink:

*A 3 am Rarity short long*

Published 2019-05-07 14:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-16 23:06:06 UTC

Silk Surprise

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. :raritywink:

Silk Sky

It was difficult to breathe. That was the first thing Spike realized when he had climbed into Fluttershy's soft, silky panties. The second thing Spike realized, that it wasn't entirely due to a lack of air.

Oh, no, the underwear itself was thin enough for him to breathe through. Thin enough, Spike was sure, that if anypony were so lucky to get a glimpse of the Fluttershy's panty-clad bottom, they'd be able to make out a hint of purple swimming in the sea of green. No, it wasn't the lack of air that was going to do Spike in. It was going to be the scent. The air was saturated with the fragrance of soap, shampoo and strawberries that tingled in his nose and fizzed in his brain. But there was another scent hiding underneath all that, and a scent that Spike was desperately trying to ignore. It tickled at his senses, smelling slightly sweet, slightly sour, slightly sweaty, and slightly suffocating all at once. A scent Spike was sure was due to the result of his proximity to Fluttershy's nether regions and a scent Spike was sure, was going to end up being very distracting.

Although, to be entirely fair, everything in the situation was turning out to be extremely distracting. He was quite sure of that, considering he was lost in the snug depths of Fluttershy's panties and underneath the sinfully wide cheeks of her thick behind. Well, no. Lost wasn't exactly the right word to use. He roughly knew where he was in some aspect at least. He was sure he was somewhere underneath the plump right swell of her rump, if he had to guess. Of course, there was no way for him to be exactly sure. The heavy globes of that jiggly, sunny bottom came down entirely too fast for him to get a precise visual, but he was certain that was the source of the dim yellow terrain he was peering at having made his way past the jade barrier. The lemon-colored land underneath him was soft and warm with just a supple hint of springiness to be had. It stretched out forever, as far as Spike could see, and he really was doing his best not to stare. He was not the sort of dragon that leered at his friend's backsides. Maaaaaybe the occasional glance, when the opportunity presented itself. Like when Rainbow Dash was taking the starter's position to a race: bent over in that skin tight Wonderbolt's uniform of hers, the thin material outlining the sharp cut of her firm muscular butt cheeks without mercy. Or Twilight when she was lounging around the castle in those threadbare sweatpants she liked so much. The pair with the rip on the rump that let her panties peek out as she pranced about. Or Pinkie bouncing around the shop, shifting her hips, and bending over to pick out cupcakes from the lowest row of shelves in the bakery. That last one wasn't his fault of course. With all the sweets Pinkie put away, it was impossible not to take in the hefty scope of her thick bouncy hindquarters.

There really was no helping it though. If Spike wanted to get out of this mess, find a way to reach Twilight and get himself back to his normal size before something crushed him permanently, he would need to see where he was going. There was no choice to be had and that meant staring directly along the delicious buttery golden curves of the girl's bare rump that stretched out before him. He groaned. This was not going to be an easy task. At all. No, no, he was quite sure things were going to get very hard before this was all over. He squeezed his eyes shut, if only for a moment, trying his best to get his concentration back, but the image was seared behind his eyelids for better or for worse.

Despite this, Spike forced himself forward. One claw at a time. Inch by inch. He'd managed to wriggle his way past the silky confines, but thin as they were, they still hugged Fluttershy's plump cheeks rather snugly. Snugly enough that they squashed the poor dragon firmly against the mammoth globes and forced him to scoot along on his belly blanketing him with a green silk sky. He gripped her as softly as he could not wanting to hurt her by accidentally pricking her with his claws. No. Hurting Fluttershy in anyway was beyond excusable. He'd make sure that would never happen, no matter his size. Regardless of how slow he tried to take it, every movement resulted in a gentle 'quake' of the terrain beneath him. Did she feel that? Was he right in his assumption that he'd be able to get her attention like this? Looking back on it, Spike really wasn't sure what his plan was to begin with, granted, when your body was trapped under the full cheeks of a bottom heavy girl, thinking clearly had a tendency to take a back seat to blind panic. Sure it was safer in the panties than scrambling around against her body, but what now? How exactly was he planning to get her attention? Maybe he could poke his way out of her underwear once she stood up again. Maybe tear a new hole and climb through once she took off her skirt and explain the situation. That could work. Yeah! That was an idea! He just needed to hang on until she was going to take a shower, or get into bed, or something. That was a plan! That was a good plan.

A good plan, yes, but it was a plan that presented new problems. He was stuck waiting where he was, clinging against the thickest part of her fat behind, and that meant drinking in the sights and taking in the scents of being in a girl's panties. A girl that he liked. It was the scent, he was sure, that was driving him nuts the most. A vicious, unrelenting scent that was stealing away his better judgment and replacing it with an unbridled lust that easily pierced his waning resistances. It was getting to him. He knew it was getting to him. He knew what Fluttershy's most personal regions smelled like and it was a smell he found himself cherishing. He was holding it in his lungs for as long as he could and let it out with a trembling shudder, searching in vain for something to distract him from the round bottom he found himself snuggled against. It wasn't working. He knew it wasn't working. He could taste it with the way he was belly down, nose only inches from the golden yellow curves beneath him. He could feel it, warm and soft under his body. He could see the dim lemon colored cheeks she kept hidden away under her skirts and jeans.

He twisted his head to the side, resting against the comfy cushion underneath him and gave a quiet sigh. It was all too much. It really was. Who could blame him for any of this? It was Twilight's fault, after all. All of this was Twilight's fault. That's all he had to keep telling himself. It was the only thing running through his mind. His body was on autopilot by now a claw wriggling itself down under his belly, fiddling with the button on his jeans. A shirt and a pair of jeans was all that he'd thrown on before rushing over to help Fluttershy, and they were currently squeezing him in the most horrid of ways. In reality, It wasn't like he'd be escaping this alive anyhow. There were too many different ways things could go sour, tiny as he was, shrunk as he was, lost as he was. There were just too many different ways he might not make it out of this. He was in a safe place for now. But how long would that last? He inched his way forward, letting his jeans pull away with the process of his moments and sighed with relief when he felt them pool around his ankles. He'd been doing his best to ignore it, but ever since he'd been witness to Fluttershy's monumental behind lowering itself onto his tiny frame, he'd been sporting the most rigid erection he'd ever had. There was no telling if he'd be in a safe place again. Not with his size. Not with his height. He could only stay pent up in that denim for so long and something had to give. Now that he'd ditched his jeans, it was slightly easier to move. His smooth scales helped a great deal, but there was nothing he could do about moaning at the sensation of his cock sliding across the golden downy peach fuzz underneath him. It was heavenly. The smell was heavenly. The sight was heavenly. Everything was heavenly. Maybe he had died when Fluttershy sat on him, and this was some sort of reward. At the moment, it certainly felt that way.

With survival stepping to the sidelines, lust had mostly taken over and it drove Spike to climb forward, mewing at the sensations that now overwhelmed him. Him and every sense he had. Every last one of them saturated with Fluttershy's body, and by Celestia how he was loving every second of it! He slid himself further forward, trembling with every tiny movement he made, dragging his turgid, sensitive length along her soft beautiful curves, while that shy yellow bottom seemed to suckle at his need with its softness. He pulled himself forward another inch, giving a heated gasp at the sensation that rippled through him, but everything came rushing to a to stop when he saw what lay before him. Or, more accurately, what didn't lay before him.

In front of him, the yellow landscape he greedily followed with his eyes seemed to slope away. It curved down and vanished into a dusky blackness that swept up his vision. The lack of fresh oxygen kept him confused as to what he was seeing, but it only lasted for a few short seconds. A wide, canyon stretched out before him, sloping down with the soft yellow giving away into pure nothingness that stretched into a black infinity. Spike could only whimper, his hips giving a helpless little jerk forward.

He was staring into the tremendous depths of Fluttershy's bountiful buttcrack. It ripped his breath away from him what little left there was of it. He had been greedily huffing Fluttershy's personal scent for most of his journey, and here, now, at the expanse of her cleft, he found he could finally breathe. At least, breathe a little bit easier. It was still her scent he was sucking into his lungs and it still had the same effect it was having on him earlier. The wide, yawning maw of Fluttershy's cleft wasn't helping anything, but at least he had a little more room here. There was enough open space for him to stretch out and maybe even twist into a better position if he let himself sink eeeeever so slightly into that humid cleft. Slowly. Inch by inch. As he maneuvered forward, he figured maybe he could get a better grip, but that's when the ground shifted and trembled underneath him. He could only squeal in surprise as the yellow floor below him gave way and he plummeted into the darkness of Fluttershy's rump.

Author's Note

See. Cause it's 3 am when I write these and I just stop making sense all together. I have no idea where this is going.
Actually, I'm kidding. I know exactly where this is going.

Silk Sandwich

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. :duck:

Silk Suspense

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

Silk Satisfaction

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.