A Tiny Rarity Helps a Giant Spike Jerk Off
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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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And now, onto our usual notes, gang.

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