A Tiny Rarity Helps a Giant Spike Jerk Off
B_25
Spike hadn't been expecting many gifts for his eighteen birthday since, y'know, one too many caused him to become a giant, rampaging freak that nearly destroyed everything he loved and cared for. So when he found himself alone in his bedroom once more, our dragon wasn't expecting to find himself to be a giant once more.
Or for Rarity to be so tiny.
“Well Spikey?” Spike peered over the box and gazed into it. “Aren't you going to pick your gift up? I hope you don't plan to leave it in the box!”
“I... buh... whuh...”
Spike had to blink, and then to it twice, and then try for trice at the sight below him. He leaned in the left side of his face over the box, setting his one eye, normal to him, utterly massive to her near the opening of the box.
And no matter how many times he blinked, the sight remained the same, to both his delight and horror.
“Rarity... is that you?”
The miniature girl stood at the center of the box. She leaned to the left, her body clad in a maid outfit one would see on a doll. With a hand on her hip and a smirk on her lips, Rarity then shook her head, closing her eyes. “Either I'm smaller than I think, or you need a pair of glasses, giant dragon.”
Spike was still at a loss for anything to say or to do. He actually raised his head from the box, glancing across his room, faint light coming from the window above his bed, the rays of sunlight illuminated the discarded clothing scattered across his floor. He squinted an eye at his door—it, for sure, was locked.
“Your gift is in here, sweetie.” Spike glanced back into the box, feeling his body go stiff at seeing Rarity of all girls shrunk, and simply standing there. Even though she was small, she still stood tall, her presence heavy despite her light weight. “Is there a reason you're not saying anything? The girls and I were thinking this would have been the perfect gift for you.”
Spike only shook his head. “But, like, are you okay in there?”
His eyes squinted as the words left him. The impulsive to smack his skull with his own claw became strong. But he kept himself together. Leaning to the left, he realized the box was sitting on his lap, with the love of his life in the center of it.
“Are you worried about me? Well isn't that sweet!” Rarity stopped leaning, raising the hand on her hip up to him. “I do suppose that dispels some of my fears about doing this.” She shook her head, the miniature bounces of her purple mane nearly lost to the giant's eyes. “I don't suppose you could take me out of this box sometime soon? Being shifted along these cardboard walls and floor were, well, not the proper place for a proper lady... if you understand what I mean.”
Spike gulped. “A-And how do I do that?”
Even at her small size, he could see her eyebrow arching up. “By picking me up with your claw, darling. That's the whole point me being your gift—but try to be careful with your talons, okay?”
Spike nodded his head while the rest of his body shivered with hesitation. Never before had he thought he'd get to touch the great and beautiful Rarity, but now, he was going to hold her whole body in the palm of his claw. It was both a great and horrible situation.
And the beat of the dragon's heart was confused.
He scooped his claw into the box, never feeling so self-conscious that part of him before, seeing the little white figure take a few steps back once he entered. Resting the back of his claw on the cardboard, he held open his palm, waiting.
And waiting.
Waiting.
Spike blinked. “Aren't you, uh, going to get on?”
Rarity only crossed her arms and looked up at him. She stood by the tip of his index talon, it rising up high before her. The rest of his palm to the expanse of his arm utterly dwarfed her, this tiny thing standing before a gentle giant.
“I said to pick me up, Spike.” She glared up at him. “Where the fun if I just climb on your palm? Be a dear and... grab me, darling!”
Spike found his heart working double time with the turn of events. Doing his best to take deep breaths, he raised his claw, bringing it over to the tiny girl. It felt strange for a small part of him to suddenly become so big against something, or rather, someone else living.
He watched that as his claw drew closer to her, that Rarity started to take a few steps back like her body was acting on auto-pilot. There was something about the way she stared at his claw, at how it dwarfed her, at how it was about to grab and capture her that sent a different kind of shiver down Spike's spine.
And then he watched as her tiny back pressed again the wall of the box. Seeing her pressed against it was oddly cute, especially when she stared up at his giant face afar from her own. Still, she nodded up at him, and Spike finally did what he was told.
He let his palm press against the front of her body, slightly closing his eyes while he did so, doing his best to ignore the... softness he felt rubbing and flattening against his scales. Slowly, his long talons wrapped around her small figure, like one might a doll or action figure—only this one stirred, moved, and breathed in his grasp.
Spike then pulled Rarity out of the box, doing his best to keep the process slow, while at the same time, a little excited to see the tiny girl up close.
“Surely a slow start to a roller coaster.” Rarity leaned back in his grasp. His palm had wrapped around her exposed back, his thumb just below her cleavage, his other talons wrapped around her right side, holding all the way down to her right thigh. “Though if you plan on suddenly dropping me at any point, I'll refund this whole experience on the spot!”
Spike brought the tiny girl before his face, both of his giant eyes set on her, devouring every inch of her body. Even though she was being held by his claw, her arms were still crossed over her chest, double Ds, her sexy body still proportion despite her size.
“Enjoying the sight of your gift?”
Spike shivered up on the spot, still holding her close to the bridge of his snout. It felt weird to be holding someone who, just the other day, was normal size, but now, could be held and dwarfed so easily by his claw. She was just so small! Never before had his claw felt so powerful, so massive, that was, until it was holding her. “I'm still just... confused you're so small.”
He coughed. “And, y-y'know, calling yourself my gift.”
“That's because I am your gift darling!” She glanced down for a second, her eyes blinking, then sparkling when they set on his chest. Her head moved left to right, her gaze dragging across his pecs—each of them was like a field of flexible scales, utter hardness, and absolute muscle. “Though you... ahem... may not be the only one getting rewarded today.”
Spike sighed, not intending his breath to wash over her body, and feeling slightly better when it did. He was glad for the mint he'd taken from his party—even more so when Rarity looked delighted to have basked in his air than revolted.
“Rares? Can I... be honest with you for a quick sec?”
“Be my guest, birthday boy.”
He winced. “Do you think you could tell me what's going on here? When Twilight gave me that box, I was surprised she was even giving me a gift to begin with, much less... one with you inside.” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “This whole day is about me not getting anything. So getting that box, and then you being so small, and... and...”
“Shhh!” Rarity wiggled her body into his palm, letting her chest sink slightly onto his thumb. She tried to soothe him with her softness, something she'd always done—and will always do, no matter the size. “Please take a deep breath, darling. Relax. I didn't mean to come on so strong like this. To be honest, I thought you would have been more forward about all this.”
Spike opened his eyes, their surfaces gleaming like two emerald pools. “I'm sorry that—“
“No. It should me whose sorry.” Rarity leaned forward in his grasp, leaning onto his thumb, sinking slightly into her own chest. “It's been so long since that incident occurred. You had all the girls thinking you had gotten over it. Why haven't you said anything?”
“Because it didn't feel like anything needed to be said.” Spike knew it was a poor excuse, but it was the only one he had. Without knowing it, he squeezed his claw to express his emotions, squeezing Rarity's tiny body while he was at it. “O-Oh! Rarity! I didn't mean to—gah! This is why I hate being big!”
“S-Spike?”
“Rarity?” He leaned in close to her body, seeing his talons impressing along her white waist. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Should I just—“
“Can you do that again, dear?”
Spike blinked. “Pardon?”
“The way you just gripped me tightly there. It was rather... strong, but it felt simply divine!” Rarity rolled along in his claw, slipping out of his grip. He had to tighten his hold on her at once, the very fact he could pin her so easily driving another shiver to course through his body. “Being held in the claw of a big and dangerous dragon just... oh... you simply do not know how great it feels, Spikey!”
Spike dipped his titanic muzzle to just below her body, gazing up at her from there. She came out more defined that way. Like a sexy little doll with exact details. He could make out every inch of her. From the black bra that struggled to hold her bust to the even tighter black panties taut against her crotch. Peeking slightly from the side, he saw the fabric cupped her ass, the article impressing into her white cheeks, leaving their underside completely exposed.
Why is she dressed up so sexy? Spike thought to himself. His cheeks colored pink. Wait. A tiny Rarity dressed in nearly nothing. All of this supposed to be my gift. There's... there's no way!
“Hmm? Oh! It would appear our birthday dragon is started to take a hint!” Rarity raised her arm up from his thumb, holding it to the back of her head in an impromptu pose. “But don't you worry darling. I plan to make everything clear in a second.” She let her hand rest on this talon again. “Do you mind allowing me to stand on your palm now?”
Spike nodded and opened his claw at once, his talons retreated from all over her body, the softness of her fur brushing away. He nearly winced when she walked, her feet tickling his scales with her every step.
“Oh my... you really are the handsome one, darling.” Rarity stood at the edge of his claw, gazing off at the monolithic muzzle before her. His eyes were nearly all she could see. His arm was thicker at this size, his bicep bulging while he held her up. “The view of you only gets better the smaller I become.”
“Rarity,” Spike nearly cried, “can you please explain what's going on here? I'm confused in more ways than one. I'm feeling a lot of things right now, and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to.”
Rarity couldn't help but pump a fist above her chest. “So the outfit did look cute on me!” She then quickly shook her head. “Apologies. I do owe you an explanation.” Rarity sat down on his bridged talons, allowing her heavy ass to flatten along his scales, giving him a feel without meaning to. “As I'm sure you've already noticed, I wasn't present for your birthday party today.”
“Yeah.” Spike rolled his eyes. “Twilight said you'd be popping in later... though I didn't think she meant this.”
“Her and I spent a long time talking about you. One glance is all it takes to see how much you've changed over the years.” She lets her feet dangle over the edge of his contour, pressing her hands into his palm. “We've all felt dreadful horrible about being unable to gift your presents all these years.”
Spike gave her a weak but long smile. “At least you girls know how to throw kick-ass birthday parties.”
“That may have had been enough for the other girls, but it wasn't enough for neither Twilight or myself.” Rarity then turned her head, looking down at his other monolithic arm, it coming to rest on his blurry lap vistas below. “You've been turning into quite the head-turner these last few years. Heh-hmm. I... I know for sure I've been stealing a glance when I can.”
Spike's brow above furrowed. “You mean you're... into dragons?”
“Hmmmm. Not precisely.” Rarity then glanced up at his face, admiring the sharp and tight length of his muzzle. Her gaze then fell on his lips, the right amount of plush to them, each of the scales there looking ever so flexible. “Most of them are ugly brutes or giants without manners.”
Spike's lips quivered—for a total of a second.
“Though you are the exception to that fear.” Rarity smiled up at him, and while she did, her hands reach over her shoulders and down her back. “You've shown me exactly what a dragon is capable of becoming—smart, strong, and sexy.”
Spike struggled to hold the tiny girl up. The weight of her words—and where they were leading to—deprived him of strength. He didn't dare speak. His bottom shifted into the sheets of the bed, feeling them wrinkle underneath him.
“This may be arrogant of me to say, but Spikey... I found you growing exactly into the kind of lover I could say yes to.” Rarity pushed aside her hair while her fingers dance along her back. “And I would have confessed all of this sooner—if the big dragon hadn't become a recluse once he became so big.”
Spike stared at her in disbelief, and the trembling of his claw vibrated her in place, causing her cheeks to jiggle and flatten against his scales. It wasn't enough to throw her overboard, though the vibration brushing along her crotch caused her to bite her bottom lip—her legs crossing over each other at once.
“But... I... y-you don't understand!” Spike exhaled all the air within his being, leaving him hollow while he spoke. “I thought all of you girls would... y-you know... h-h-hate all the changes about me!”
Rarity had stopped for the strings to her bra after that. “Excuse me?”
“It's because, well, you have me a lot b-bigger now! My body's more dragon-like too!” His other monolithic arm lifted from his side, far faster than it should to Rarity's eyes, and she was as he set in place. Then, with a flex, his the slope of his bicep filled around the space above. “There's just so many changes to me! I can't be like any of the other guys when my body just becomes more dragon-like! There's no way that—“
“Spike.”
“—Y-Yeah?”
“You do realize that are those muscles, the sharpness of your fangs, and your frame overall is why I'm currently falling for you.” Her head fell forward, gazing down at the giant crotch below, able to make out the cave-like slit that apparently had been brought out some time ago. “You shouldn't be feeling shame for those parts of you. In fact, it should be the opposite!”
Spike shook his head, eyes blinking, mind freezing. “That's... no... y-you're just saying that to make me feel better!”
Rarity smirked at that. “If you think that to be the case, then why not hug me against your chest?” She stood up once more, retreating a few steps into the center of his palm. “If you do not trust my words, then watch how my body reacts—it's much harder to lie through that, darling.”
Spike looked unsure at first, but after a moment, nodded his head.
Around her, Rarity watch as his talon rose, like it was constructing a cage with her in the middle. They tend came down around her body, wrapping underneath her chest and around her waist, holding at her thighs at as well. The tight pressure warmed her fur, knowing that with one squeeze, he could utterly lock her into place.
And he had yet to grip the more personal places about her.
Rarity had to fight the urge to raise her hands when the giant claw drew her to the place she'd been eyeing the whole time. The purple expanse of Spike's chest easily stretched past the sides of her gaze, two platforms of protruding muscles she always wanted to lay a hand upon.
Only now, she was getting more than just that.
But then the ride stopped when she was inches away from being held against the dragon. She went to yell up at his giant face—only to feel a force coming from her right. When she turned her head, the other snake-like claw had crept over her, it slipping over some of her body, taking her slightly away from the other claw, until both of their talons wrapped around her whole body.
Spike gazed down at her from above, who still seemed in disbelief to be holding his crush in his claw, much less holding her with both. “This won't be any different from our usual hugs, right?”
Rarity smiled. “If that's what helps you, then sure, Spikey.”
Seconds later, the dragon turned his head away, this mighty beast turned wimped, all for the sake of his prey. He wasn't a normal sized dragon, but this situation allowed him to be one, and even then, not a part about him had changed.
And then his claws lurched her forward. Only the top of Rarity's body was exposed above his combined hold, leaving her waist tightly held and contained below, all while her arms pressed against the top of his talons.
Then she was brought to his left pec, the field of purple flexing upon her impact. Rarity giggled at once as the claw held her to it—but it was she herself that threw her body into the land of muscle. When she pressed her cheek against his chest, covering not even an inch of it, she laughed at feeling the shimmering heat beneath the surface—warming her body unlike any other heat source.
“Oh, Spikey-Wikey! I could just throw myself against your chest right now!” Rarity opened her arms, letting her own chest jiggled out. She then threw the rest of herself against his muscle, the shifting of his scales rubbing along her breasts—the utter hardness beneath his surface stuffing her with the urge to rub her soft and round mammaries harder into him. “Even if you took me to your bed, I wouldn't mind sleeping on her chest. Oh my! Couldn't you just imagine the weight of your blanket pressing me harder into your body?”
While Rarity clung to his pec with her miniature body, she couldn't help but feel a thick shadow pass over her. Craning her neck to the left, she gazed upward, seeing the massive face of the dragon above, looking down at her with such sweet confusion that caused her to lay her palm against his chest even harder—and start rubbing in circles.
“You're... for real.” Spike's lips broke into a smile, one that was, finally, genuine happiness. “You actually like that I've become more of a dragon!” The warmth of his accepts warmed Rarity far more than the heat that radiated through his chest. “Rarity actually liiikes me! Rarity actually liiiikes me!”
In the dragon's joy, he pressed the little lady harder against his chest. One of his massive claw's slipped off her body and pulled away. Before she could adjust, a sudden pressure built upon her back, the rest of the talons slipping away. Her whole body became splayed against his pec, his palm pressing her against it, allowing her breast to utterly be smothered against his scales.
“Sorry, Spikey.” Rarity whispered to herself. The space between his claw and his chest was dim and heated, fain light trickling through the gaps of his talons and crack that existed to her right. Even still, she allowed her body to be utterly pressed against his hardness—the forcefulness of the act caused her panties to become damp. “But it would appear you'll be the one motor-boating me this time.”
Rarity was pulled away from his chest farm sooner than she would have liked. When she was pinned, she tried rubbing her body back and forth along his wall of scales—never getting to feel something so hard, so hot, and so alive against her soft body before. It was a kind of pleasure she never felt before, and she didn't even get to snake a hand into the front of her panties.
It wasn't before long his talons wrapped around her body, though this time, one of his contours rested over the crotch of her underwear. While she was lifted up, she flicked her hips against his tip, feeling the end of the talon press against her pussy.
While she flicked her hips about, the tiny white girl took a moment to glance over his claw, gazing down below. The dragon had scooted onto the center of his never-ending bed, his legs crossed down below, hiding the crotch she wanted to touch even more.
“So you're... not just playing games with me.” Spike held the clutched girl just before his eyes, smiling sweetly at her. Though his grip was tight, she was starting to get used to it, leaning down on the top of his claw. “You actually do want to be with me.”
Rarity looked up at the giant, and when she went to give a witty remark, the pounding in her heart quickly stopped it. Tucking her lips inward and nipping down on them, she lowered her head, and spoke the truth instead. “I'm... sorry, darling. You've been, after me for all of these years, and all I've done in return is given you games to play.”
She brought her hands down to his thumb, rubbing affectionately along the spot. “But I promise you now that the games are over. It's true—I wanted to give you a gift to mark such a special occasion of your growth, but there wasn't much to give you.”
She then gazed up at him with a warm smile. “Aside from myself.”
Spike gulped. “How... do you mean?”
“Giving you a present may cause your greed to return, but even when it did, we all knew you couldn't harm a friend.” Rarity leaned her head into his thumb, feeling its end flick against her cheek, such a little action made utterly gigantic. “But I talked to Twilight, and after some discussion, I realized then that I could give you an experience unlike any other.”
Spike's eyes started to go wide, and through his shivering talons, she could feel the rest of his body shaking. “And just what do you mean by that, R-R-Rares?”
“Isn't it obvious? Now that you're eighteen, you're officially on the market!” Rarity smirked at him, feeling her panties becoming wet against her pussy. “And you haven't been able to feel like a great big dragon all because you decided to stay with us girls instead.” She then lifted her head, licked her lips, and felt her pussy burn at what was to come next. “So now, the big bad dragon has captured the fair lady—and can do whatever he pleases to himself with her!”
Author's Note
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For those of you in the know, which would be the few readers of these micro fics, then you proably already know... that I'm into macro? Gawd. My brain feels dried and wrinkled out as I write this. Please forgive my lazy prose.
Anyway. Some time ago, I was writing a fic, my best fic on this account, by the title of Holy Fuck, I Pissed of A Giant Rainbow Dash. In the comments of that fic, however, someone wrote about how come the lady is never shrunken down. Such things never appealed to me before.
But recently, I've stumbled upon the great art of Sheela on Depri. Aside from NC MARES, they have the best macro art in the fandom—so much so, that I plan to write a fic for most of their micro art. Most of them, hopefully, I can use for cover art.
But one photo caught me off guard. It was Spike clutching a tiny Twilight and Rarity in his claws, and the weird sense of power caught my attention. With this new interest in mind, and that comment lingering in the back of my mind, I've decided to try writing a fic where the lady is small.
And not only that, but in the third person as well.
You can proably tell from the chapter above that I'm still rusty with the third person. I enjoy the first person because the character's voice is much stronger, more reactive, in how they feel about the sexy bits is what really sells the fics to me once I'm done writing them.
To write on the third person, however, is to focus more on the events and the dialogue than the feelings and ideas of a character. This story isn't as good as it should be, but because I'm trying something new, hopefully, I'll gain something to my writing that I haven't had before.
That said, I hope to catch y'all in the next chapter.
~Yr, Pal, B
Part II | Kept You Waiting, Huh?
Spike had to take a moment to consider himself and all that was right—and wrong—with the universe.
It was his birthday, another day of celebration without any gifts.
Friends and games and fun were enough to fill the occasion… but it always sucked to keep his possessions few and little.
He could never own much. Had to be careful about what he yearned after—lest it awaken something dark deep within him. That other voice, that other thing, could take control… making him bigger… stronger… more confident… more aggressive.
It allowed him to rip and tear and claw toward whatever it was he desired.
Regardless of the results.
Regardless of what he would have done.
And then Rarity had the bright idea to shrink herself really small and place herself in his claws.
Literally.
"You can do whatever you want with me, Spikey," her sweet, rich, and abet squeaky voice said to him. It was like a tiny, shrunken model telling him he could do whatever he wanted. It was every dream come true. Spike could cum from reality alone. “A~N~Y T~H~I~N~G!”
Spike winced. That hurt to hear.
How could miss tiny perfection give the boy with a toy permission to do as he liked? Didn't she know how dangerous that was? She was a model. Perfection. Great waist, a tight stomach, and a chest that commanded those staring at it.
And that ass was—
Get your shit together, Spike thought to himself like it was a mantra. Get your shit together. Don't become a rampaging, horny beast. Don't become a rampaging, horny beast.
"It looks like you're struggling a little there, Spikey," said the white doll standing in his upturned palm. She was smiling, leaning to the side, hips sticking. That narrowed, lustful expression glinted upon him. "What's the matter? Not sure what you'd like to do first? Too afraid? Relax. I doubt you'll hurt me."
"I-It's not that! I-I mean… i-it is… but…” Spike swallowed as he leaned back on the bed, holding the shrunken girl at face level. For Rarity, it was like a cliff had taken Spike's handsome face. "T-This is a really bad idea. I-I… I have a hard time keeping myself in check. If I let you anywhere near me, I-I might—"
"Show this lady a good time?"
Spike's mouth opened and remained open, a hollowed squeak sounding out.
"Spike," Rarity sang with a flick of her head. "Did you really think I shrunk myself down without considering every facet of this situation? Me, being who I am? And you, being who you are?"
Spike's large face transformed through many pained, confused, and cute expressions that charmed the small girl's heart. She was stacked, and when she shifted, giggling, everything that could jiggle. It was the slightest motion ever known—but the dragon honed on it like a boy would.
"Have you not considered… that underneath it all… that I might be totallyinto that?" Rarity moaned while lowering a hand to her outfit, a hand over her large, clothed breast, which was clung to by the fabric. "That I would like to be shrunken down and passed off to a large, horny boy that would like to use me as a toy—and nothing more?"
Spike's lips tucked inward with a face wanting to cry.
"I might be sophisticated, darling… but that doesn't stop me from wanting to get dirty." Her sapphire eyes stared into the emerald pools that were his. "And I'm a lot more durable than I look. So don't play around with me, darling. Break me."
Spike swallowed at that.
"I-I…" he whispered in a near squeak. "…I-I might become a monster."
"Good!" Rarity said. "Now ravage me."
Spike swallowed, nodded, and drew the hand close to his face, Rarity standing in the middle of his palm, looking at the calm, gentle boy always there for her. She'd know his gazes and stares, the fantasies she came to know of by happenstance.
She never acknowledged them. Never addressed the kind boy's other side. It left him alone with it—isolated. Possibly ashamed of all the horny things he wished to do. But that wasn't all that there was to him. It was still Spike. The guy that loved her and would be there for her no matter what.
He'd been such a loyal knight to her in life.
And it was time that he got the princess's reward.
The hand drew close to his mouth, becoming the frame of Rarity's vision, his scaled, supple lips being all that she saw. It felt like a living entrance to a different kind of cave, a dangerous place for such a stacked person like herself. But it only drew the girl forward to the lips.
The ones that she'd fantasized about just as much.
Rarity daintily walked across the palm and onto the talons pressed together like joined, narrowed, slender bridges until reaching her desire. The lips extended beyond the sides of her vision until their center became her world.
Rarity smiled at that mouth, the one with the kind, sweet voice that was somewhat shy when it spoke to her. Placing both hands above the upper lip, she leaned forward, smirking at the awaiting mouth as though it were still her little Spikey-Wikey.
And then she fell forward, falling into his lips, which cushioned her form, which sank inches into his kiss. Rarity's eyes closed as her face sank into the kiss, feeling the lips pursed and formed around her. It was like she was being taken inward—and didn't care.
Spike held his breath as he kissed the miniature woman back, feeling all of her minuscule weight lean into his lips, which were pursed around her. Everything he felt for Rarity flushed out at that moment. The way he looked at her, the feelings that arose when she dressed in all those different outfits.
The small, everyday events that he cherished, seeing all the little things she would do.
It all channelled through that kiss, their souls connected for a moment, the perfect girl on the shy boy's palm. Their heads tilted so flesh caressed flesh as both parties slid against the other. After a few moments, though, the kiss was broken.
And Spike's mouth opened in a smile—revealing the massive white fangs behind.
"T-That…" his mouth breathed. "…was the best thing ever."
"Mhm." Rarity drew a hand down her face, which was pleasantly wet, warmed by the intimacy. "Don't forget the best as yet to come." She laid a finger on her lips, sucking on it and dousing it with spit—before stroking it on the dragon's lips. "C'mon, Spike. Quit stringing me around."
She finished with a smile. "Show this lady a good time. Let me feel like a toy that goes back in your nightstand's drawer once you're done."
Spike's mouth chuckled—dousing her in warm air. "As you wish."
Without warning, his lips blew, pushing forward and knocking Rarity back, who landed on her ample bottom. Spike laughed again as only his snout fit within Rarity's vision. His tongue peeked between his lips, slithering out like a snake's—like a predator's.
It was big, pink, and sensing for prey.
And Rarity's heart beat ever faster as the tongue dropped onto the palm and moved outward like a wave, coming to search across the space. Rarity started breathing through her mouth like a lady stranded in a large alien jungle.
But it did matter how much she crawled as the tongue curved out toward her quickly, making contact with her ankle—stopping. Rarity did the same: heart pounding. It blew in her ears as excitement vibrated and blossomed in her body.
And before she could make a move… the tongue snapped like a whip, latching and clinging and wrapping around her ankle and knees, coming to squeeze into her marshmallow thigh until it was completely kneaded. She giggled from the thrill of something so monstrous and alien embracing her body as the tongue also did the same with her other leg.
"O-Ooooo noooooo!" Rarity delightfully cooed and screamed while the tongue covered her legs and crept up her waist. It conformed to its delicate shape while capturing the rest of her torso—learning the very centimetre of her figure. "A-A big, bad dragon has captured me! W-Whatever will I do?"
Having consumed most of her body, the dragon's tongue heaved the woman into the air, finding no trouble with the effort. Something as slender as his tongue could pick up another and twist and swirl them in the air purely out of amusement.
Rarity was raised higher this time, far higher than she expected, coming to be suspended above the dragon's nose. Seeing down that toned, purple bridge revealed his half-lidded, confident gaze set upon her. The dragon within him had been awakened.
And the fun was just about to begin.
"Shrinking yourself just to be my little toy…" Spike's voice darkly growled… somehow sounding from far away. His concentrated gaze never broke from his prey. "So foolish. Don't you know the things that I want to do with you? How much I've dreamed of you… of all the little things… you can now help me with?"
"M-My word!" Rarity shouted and could not stop herself from giggling, feeling the most beautiful heat leak from her pussy. She'd never seen this side of the dragon before—and it was harder for her to be wetter ever again in her life. "A-A beast! B-But whatever could you want with a lady such as myself?"
The seductive giant smirked. "What wouldn't someone want to do with you?"
Rarity wanted to laugh again as a hot blush burned upon her white cheeks. She struggled against her bonds, which were thick and wet, rubbing in place against her lips—effortlessly dominating her. She was licked into everything and carried and massaged everywhere.
Even her breasts, which were round and large and firm, were pressed upon at their middle, smushed to the utmost degree. Without warning, the tongue spread her limbs, splaying the woman before flipping her upside down. Her black skirt floated over her stomach, and her breasts, which became free from the tongue's grip, hung in the open air.
Rarity felt blood rushing to her head while trying to fetch a hand to her skirt—but the tongue wrapped around her wrist locked her into place. White panties clung to her crotch and defined the thickly delicate place. It was paradise to every guy's dreams.
"Mhm…" growled the monster. "…for the first time… I don't think I'm a fan of your clothes."
Large motion moved and rose from the side, and when Rarity glanced, there was the other claw, which seemed like a space shift approaching. Rarity felt like she was on an operating table as large talons came toward her—blocking out the light.
Rarity remained intently still, starting to sweat while truly feeling like a doll, the pointed ends of the claws approaching her body. With about brute precision, they ripped off her fancy top—revealing the milky breasts that drove every guy to insanity.
Even Spike's eyes widened somewhat at seeing the pair, the perfect white contrasted against the pure pink of her tits. It was enough to separate his lips and draw Rarity in. The tongue bent her forward somewhat, leaving her chest to sink in the space of the open mouth.
And then it closed, the lips captured and smushed against her boobs, feeling their shape, coming to suckle ever so delicately on the now tiny pair. Rarity, for her part, quivered and moaned as her head and eyes rolled back.
Intense force claimed her girls, raising and lowering and moving them around, testing their shape and all the shapes they could make. He suckled a little, pulling them into the extreme pressure—testing Rarity's limits. But then, he stopped, and the tongue drew her away.
…until the tip slithered up to her belly, slapping against it and snaking upward, coming to her breast and wrapping around them, repeatedly, layering them until they were claimed. Then the tip of his tongue started work on her tips—tapping, licking, and teasing the sensitive spots.
"H-How…" Spike began, talking to himself. "…can one be so perfect?"
Rarity was too drowned in pleasure to notice as her hips rocked as much as the tongues would allow, needing something inside herself. Tickles were summoned from her tits as the tongue worked upon both with vigour, nearly making her cum from that alone.
But that wasn't how she wanted to first orgasm to go.
To release so easily in front of the dragon would be a shame.
Of course, the tongue slithered up to her mouth as well, caressing it, probing the inside of it a little—filling her with him. It was, but for a second, as the tip of the large tongue slid back out, retracting, disappearing beneath the broadness of her breasts.
It was going down her belly, down to her crotch, right to the tight waistband of tight white panties that didn't have room for anything more. Rarity blinked—not imagining the dragon would go so far. But he did… that slimy tongue wiggling beneath the band of her panties… stretching the fabric to its limits… curving to her pussy.
And the not-so-little Spikey went to work.
"S-Spike? A-Are you—OH!" Rarity chimed and wiggled and squirmed before coming to relax and melt from the broad tongue laid against her kitten, coming to stroke back and forth. It was a slow, timed movement meant to tease out the already-ready girl. “M-Mhmm… n-nngh… I-I… I-I… mm-m-mhmm…”
Rarity surrendered and let go… losing herself to the tingles of her body… awash in lush in the coming orgasm. The tip of the tongue was too large to fit inside her cozy pocket… but some of it could enter… and the rest could caress her most wonderful bits.
And the tongue worked inside her panties, which bulged from such a large mass, already starting to rip as it worked up and down, side from side, thumping back and forth, doing all it could to stimulate that slit. Rarity ground against it as much, jerking up and down as the tongue's webbing helped to bounce her in place, snuffing her clit into the tongue's squishy surface… riding it like she would a face.
She worked and worked and worked until the rising bliss reached its apex, and nothing but gooey release tingled and poured from her body. Rarity's head shook as her face screamed from release in feeling buttery milk leak from her crotch.
She rode the high for long to its very last second, then started to breathe and tried to come down from the heat… staring forward ahead at a mouth that was starting to open. Messy violet hair covered her face as she stared into the dragon's cavern.
"S-Sorry, Rarity," it said to her. "But I've always been curious about what you taste like." The tongue started to draw her in like it was a controlled ride—and there was no way out. "I hope you don't mind—it won't be for long."
And the lady was drawn inside the maw, which closed, sealing behind her.
Inside, the mouth was dark and large, with each of the surrounding teeth white enough to be bright. There was a touch of an echo as Spike's breathing passed through the place like a breeze on a beach. Rarity was then moved around the mouth carefully.
Her white coat caught with spit, becoming matted, leaving her fur baked with the warm liquid. She was moved around with ease, licked at and teased, pressed from one cheek to another, everything soft squishing against it. The ride did not last for long as, seconds later, the mouth opened, light shone in, and the tongue extended outward.
Rarity was brought out into the bright coolness that was the outside world, though she was set down on an awaiting palm. Lying on her side, panting, she looked out to the beast's maw, where the tongue retracted after leaving her body.
The tongue disappeared beneath his closed lips, which smiled from a moan, tasting her.
Chuckles followed at seeing the matted girl on his palm, those luscious, purple curls heavy and straight down her shoulders and face. Even her fur and fuzz was matted from the overload. Rarity couldn't breathe without tasting the air of him.
And she was becoming more and more drunk.
"Now… how is this fair?" asked the dragon with an exhale of smoke. His words were slow and controlled. "I get to tease and taste all that there is to you. Yet… I remain unpleasured."
Rarity arched an eyebrow, struggling to chuckle between her breaths. "Unpleasured? Really?"
"I'm still new to his." Spike frowned. "Give me a break."
"I'm sure I'm about to be giving you a lot more than that in a moment, darling."
Spike smiled. "You doing okay?"
"Just having the best time of my life, thank you very much."
Spike exhaled—accidentally blowing a storm on a girl. "That's a relief."
"For a first-timer? You're a natural." Rarity sat up on his palm, pulling in her legs. "Though it helps that we're both equally…" Rarity hummed, eyes rolling from side to side, chasing after the right word—and failing. "…horny."
"So… just keep doing what I'm doing?"
Rarity chuckled. "Oh, most certainly."
"Then you should know that there's something that you caused," spoke the dragon's deepened, darkened tone. "That you need to fix."
Rarity laughed delightfully at the issue. There was little doubt the big 'problem' was the massive bulge in the dragon's pants. While the claw holding her lowered, his other did the same, much faster, coming to undo his belt and button—revealing the front of his pants.
Black underwear was fastened to his hips, but the band was lifted slightly from his waist, the massive bulge pushing against the material.
Rarity's heart stopped at the sight of it, mouth open and eyes glittering with glee, acting as if seeing a thick watchtower of cock. Its size and might, and height were impossible. It was like five lighthouses had decided to join as one.
The member pressed against the material, nearly fully grown and wanting to escape its hold, able to demolish even a normal-sized woman. A roundly-sprawling staircase would need to be built around the erect cock for the miniature Rarity to even hope to reach its many levels.
Okay. That could be an exaggeration. Rarity was the size of a small doll.
But even still.
That ensnared dick was big.
Have you ever fantasized about this? Rarity thought to herself with a hum, seeing the other claw pulling back the dragon's waistband. She peered over the palm into the dragon's scaly, dimmed crotch. Feeding a model to your underwear.
"You know what to do."
Rarity wasn't sure about that when the 'elevator' started to tilt forward, and her footing became uneven, gravity leaning forward. The woman turned and stumbled before falling off the claw and plummeting through the open air.
Across from her, a scaled, muscular abdomen blurred, flexing somewhat with the giant's breath. It narrowed as she fell—and the view below revealed her delights.
Spike's cock was like a contained towner, massive and round and pink, set against the inside of the underwear—stretching it outward. It was tightly spaced, and though Rarity screamed when she struck his body and slid beyond the band, her screaming was silenced by the snap of the elastic band… and muffled by the rich fabric.
Spike had just dropped the lady into the front of his underwear like she was nothing but a toy. He slid off his pants since the woman was inside his most personal place. Once his pants were off, the boy spread his legs, revealing the black fabric conformed to him.
His cock bulged as much as it could, leaving a little hint of anything else, but to the side of it, slowly sliding down… was a delicate bump that could hardly be made out. There was Rarity. The perfect, ten out of ten girls with a figure that demanded respect.
She could command the world and was someone unobtainable by angels.
And now she was shrunk, inside the dirty underwear of some boy, sinking to its depths. Somewhere above the waistband, laughter rang, amused with the lady's predicament. It was always Spike doing all the serving. Now… he could lean back, coming to spread his legs, focusing on the tickles of pleasure close to his balls.
"Mhm…" The rest of Spike's frame remained unseen, though it was easy to guess that he was looking down, imagining the world inside his underwear. He even wiggled for effect—jiggle the one within. "N-Never thought… I'd have you like this. Don't you know how foolish this was? Offering yourself as a toy to a horny boy?"
Spike moaned as a claw slapped onto his crotch, feeling and pressing upon his member, squeezing to feel jolts of pleasure. He wouldn't finish. Wouldn't even touch himself. All he wanted to do was milk the bliss that came as a result of his words.
"I can make you do whatever, y'know…" Spike groaned and went on. "C-Can crush you beneath my balls… o-or make you ride inside my underwear all day." He moaned again. "Can use you to jerk off… then leave you glued to my dick. You're amazing. You're perfect. And all you'll ever be is my pocket toy."
Chuckles. "Would you like to be beneath my set as I jog? As I walk around and do whatever? Will you help me in the shower when I feel the need to blow a load? Or service me in bed while I lay naked, watching you do your best?" More laughter. "Oooh, yes. This is the best birthday present ever."
Meanwhile, inside the underwear, Rarity slid down the scaly, slanted crotch, where the scales were smoother and more flexible. She was little more than tickles to the giant overlord who sounded around her prison.
Seconds later, she reached the bottom of the underwear, coming before the dragon's impressive balls, which were slick with sweat. She was pinned between them and the fabric, wiggling but unable to budge the weight. Spike laughed.
"What's the matter, Rares? Stuck?" Something flew behind the trapped girl, the dragon's claw clapping onto the fabric. His palm cupped her against the balls, twisting and rolling. Rarity was worked into the balls as her breasts squished against them. "D-Don't worry… I-I'll… help you out."
His palm worked her further… before grinding her upward to the top of the balls, where Rarity crawled forward onto the slack niche between them. There, she was able to huddle into herself—aware of the massive might above her head.
Across from her, the fabric returned to normal, the hand on the other side pulling away. She was left to be free in this place.
…that was until the dragon raised slightly from the bed, bouncing in the air, his balls doing the same, knocking the woman around. The balls knocked around, and Rarity fell around, unable to find stable ground. Seconds later, the dragon stopped, sitting and laying back on the bed.
"Alright… I think you've had enough…" Spike's colossal form could be heard leaning back before collapsing onto the bed. His crotch became levelled to Rarity, who could now rest upon it. "But you might want to do something about the problem inside of there."
Laughter. "Y'know, before I have to do something about it."
Rarity laid forward between the balls, which spread from the slack, revealing the massive underside of the dragon's shaft. The lady breathed—smelling pure musk—before settling herself. A thought danced on her mind.
Certainly become confident, haven't you? Rarity started to rise, coming forward, knowing the impact of her dainty steps. She approached where the dick began. But you forget which of the two of us is the most mature. Don't think yourself so on top.
She grinned, despite the base of the cock being like a silo, way too broad for her to hope to mount. That didn't stop the girl, who knew that she was special to the dragon—and that added an extra factor into everything. Coming onto the base of the cock, she spread herself as much as she could.
Heat struck at once.
The skin of the dick was as hot as cookies fresh from the oven that never lost their temperature. His meat was broad and thick, and no amount of pressing or pushing would reveal exactly how much dick there was to contend with. Hearts formed in Rarity's eyes as she snuggled onto the cock, coming to slide onto its direct underside, latching onto the pink flesh.
There was a twitch from the dragon, who tried to suppress his movements.
Spike coughed. “R-Rares… a-are you… hugging my dick?"
And I'm about to do a lot more than that, love.
Rarity's splayed herself to the dick, coming to crawl up its length—feeling the expanse of underwear pressed against her back. She crawled up and up, where the fabric became tight and tighter… until there was no space. Rarity was pinned to the meat—nothing but a bump to the hunk.
And then she started to work, coming to plant her face against the meat's surface, kissing the salty skin, being precise with her licks. They were small… but directed in sensitive areas. Her legs couldn't wrap around the dragon's girth but cupped as much of the member as they could, her thighs grinding against the mass, as much as they could, squishing against the impossible meat.
The same was true of her breasts, which mushed as they rubbed back and forth, the burning skin nearly striking fire to her tits. Rarity's hands searched and spread across the surface area, coming to grab and squeeze where she could.
All of her body was focused on delivering what pleasure she could to the cock.
But that, of course, wouldn't be enough.
Spike laid back on the bed dressed only in black underwear, gazing down his body and at the impressive bulge, able to tell the figure plastered to it. Rarity had gone and crawled up his cock and led to herself being pinned. She was snuffed. No way out. Leaving herself to wiggle and pleasure and to be used.
The dragon chuckled, fishing a hand to his clothed member, feeling it fill his hand. There was also Rarity, that miniature back set against his talons, which he was delicate with cupping. There was another person inside his underwear.
One that he held and gripped against his dick.
"S-Seems like… y-you weren't… a-able to take care of me yourself." Spike closed his eyes and moaned. Rarity never stopped wiggling. It was a constant pleasure that he wanted to squeeze. "I-I can feel you in there… t-trying… trying your best."
He moaned again, harder, another twitch to his cock, a throb that grew the size of his rod—shrinking the space within. Rarity spasmed at the fabric, closing harder against her, firmly sealing her body against him. Her legs spread while the rest of his dick laid against her.
Rarity's boobs did nothing to lift the dick from the rest of her body as his pink skin dominated her face, leaving the perfect girl trapped. She was nothing more than a squirming toy for the horny boy—who had yet to jerk off. Spike chuckled as he gripped his dick, offering a light, gentle squeeze to the mixture girl… knowing she was planted against him.
"Mhmm… now this is the life…" Spike moaned while slowly starting to pump, not even allowing the woman to breathe fresh air. Instead, she would drown in all the smells that were born from him. "A shrunken Rarity… p-planted against my c-cock… u-unable to do a thing… e-except help me get off."
Spike started to pump his dick, feeling the girl grind up and down his length, squeezing when appropriate… feeling Rarity's softness add to the love. Her breasts smashed against his skin and rubbed up and down across it. Her face was also dragged across his member, one eye opened, one closed, cheek smushed from being so tightly pressed.
And there was not a thing she could do about it.
Spike jerked and jerked, pumping without care except to bring himself a great amount of bliss, loving the day that was today. It helped to know that when he would explode, it would be inside his underwear, caking and coating the place—forcing the other to be bathed and stuck inside a place.
"T-That's right… y-you d-dirty little girl… y-you're going to take all of this dick… and you're going to like it." Spike was getting close as his eyes closed, and he pumped, feeling Rarity's thickness move across his member, her hourglass figure pressed against it. She was inside of there and utterly helpless about it.
“I-I… h-hope you’re ready…” Spike said while falling back onto his pillows. "B-Because this is it."
And it was, the cock throbbing inside the contained place, thrashing around to break free—smashing into the affixed woman. Rarity, however, did not care as she laid forward, pussy rubbing against hardened meat, body used as the dragon pleased.
And without warning, the dragon pumped and drew the woman over to the head of his member, the cannon firing load after load into the miniature woman, baking and caking her in cum, each blast dousing her in white—coating the place the same.
Rarity was forced to hug the head of his dick as it fired, the thick cannon shooting over and over—twitching as it did so.
After a few seconds, the whole place started to settle, and the couple were left to breathe.
For Rarity, heat and musk consumed the place, and as the dick started to shrink, she slid forward—falling to the front of the underwear. She laid on the scaled crotch that was like a floor… feeling pleasantly defeated.
Just then, the waistband started to lift, light shining in, and on the other side, the distant face of Spike stared in.
Rarity, before passing out, had only three words.
"Happy birthday, Spikey."
