A Tiny Spike Vs. Giant Kinky Challenges

~ Game II ~

The Phantoms Toe (First-Person)

“Not looking so hot there, champ.” The voice blared from somewhere above me, over me, its reverberation consuming every inch of my minuscule frame. Pressing a clenched fist against the surface of rigidness—a sot yellow fur coating it—I struggled to lift myself up. “But don't beat yourself up! It's not often a batter hits the ball on the first swing... don't you agree?”

Ack. There wasn't any point in fighting if the battle's hopeless. My weight shifted to the left, my side slamming into the ground while I rolled onto my back, my head against the ground, gaze forced to take in the sprawling expanse of the distant face of Discord.

“Not too many balls being thrown in Princess Celestia's ass.” I rolled my head both ways sideways, feeling my neck crack. Cool air caressed my scales, cleared my snout, rendering a hope of life to my sense of smell. “I'm just lucky she was clean about the whole deal.”

Discord smirked. “It must have been rather fun to get to witness her ass from afar, that is, before getting shoved back inside of it.”

“There... were good times and not such good times.” I shook my head after that, feeling the end of my respite drawing near. “For having to play the loser for a while, I suppose it could have gone worse. Certainly got off a few times.”

Discord's monolithic eyes glowed like suns in the hazy distance. “She let you recline in the back of her panties some days?”

“Let's just say, every Sunday, I get to pick the light-blue pair she'll be wearing.” I finally sat up on the paw, reclining upward. The conversation was drawing close to an end. The anxious proximity of the next game tingled beneath my scales. “Though what cheek I'll be pressed against is up to her... and maybe Luna, if their talk goes around.”

Discord's face narrowed at once. The pillars of his digits rose and curled in the air like rolling waves of a great sea, tightening and darkening the space within, a world-threatening to crush itself into me. “It would appear my temporary toy is already offering himself out to others. Don't you dislike this pathetic size?”

“Not going to lie and say it didn't kinda suck at first.” I rolled my head around in the air, cracking all the kinks developed from being in a rather tight, shifting tunnel for who knows how many hours or days. “But keeping inside the butt of a princess, swayed about by the subtle strides of her hips—knowing, just outside, she had slipped a hand into the back of her panties, kneading those firm white cheeks of the absolute perfect slope.”

“Seems like you're adjusting to our games far quicker than I had anticipated.” Discord lowered his paw, the digits pulling away in the great distance around me, revealing more of his palm, exposing it. “While I'm glad you're enjoying your current state of dragon made sex toy—failure of these games was meant to be punishment and not pleasure.”

“It wasn't pleasuring at first.” I then shot my right arm to the left, holding it there with my other arm, stretching it, feeling the muscles beneath the scales becoming lax. “Still humiliating and scary to be shrunk this small and stuffed inside the supple backside of the princess. But I'm also learning how to roll with the punches a bit more, you know?”

“Which is why while you'll both love and hate the next game I have in store for you!” Sinister chuckles rained from above over the field of palm I sat on. Shivers quaked the ground, trembles turning into rumbles. “Your friends will be there to see your new size. But don't you worry! They won't, ah-hem, be all there.”

I shifted my back left and right, finally, the last tension of my body fading. “And let me guess—you'll be there too?”

Discord swayed his mighty muzzle in the distance, his lips stretching for miles afar into a smirk I didn't recognize. “Unfortunately, I have other matters that are needing of my attendance. But don't you worry! There will be another like me to stand in for my involvement.”

I blinked, slowly, more than twice. “And what's the game this time?”

Discord raised his talon to the air, pressing two of his digits together while gazing down at me all the while, that smirk on his lips slowly becoming a grin. There was even a glint to his eyes, a glow turned burning ball of light consuming utter satisfaction for fuel.

“Why don't I allow my stand-in to explain the rules to you, this time?”

The blinding light had taken me again. By the time the back of my claw shielded my eyes from the explosion of brilliant white light, a turning in my stomach had stolen me through passages of reality and space, a transportation and transformation done in under a millisecond.

“I don't even see it happening.” I suppressed the urge to throw up while the weight of my claw fell away from my face, the blinking of my eyes slowly returning life to my vision. “Yet I can feel every effect of it.” I groaned, in a prolonged kind of way, because I was allowed to act like a baby from time to time. “Where the heck am I, anyway?”

I rose to my feet but stumbled in place, grabbing at my forehead to repress the stabbing pulsation beneath my skull. What the hell happened to me? The last transition was nothing like this. At every second, I had to repress the urge to vomit.

“Yo, Discord!” I leaned back and yelled the name into the air, my eyes finally adjusting to whatever the world was around me. An expanse of smooth yellow sprawled forever ever into the distance—capped by five, distant, hazy and blurry digits. “Think you could ease it with the snap of the talons next time?”

I stumbled forward, feeling a weight on my back, something tight draped over my body. “Like I get the appeal of being flashy and all that—but we both know that's bravado. You can just, like, slowly bring me to where we need to go. There's isn't a need to show off.”

I reached a claw to back of my neck to scratch it—only to feel the hilt of something else there. “What the heck?” My claw gripped around the girth of the thing, cool metal pressing into my palm. Defence. Strength. Deterrent. “Is that what I think it is?”

My claw pushed upward, the scratching of metal sharpening into the air, a blade becoming lose into the air. Bringing the freed-sword forward, I held its length before my face, gazing into my reflection upon it. “Huh. Royal Guard issued.” I twirled it to the other side, seeing the base of the blade etched with Celestia's cutie mark. “Nothing fancy; nothing cheap.”

Then, from above and around, a voice from nowhere, after a soft clearing of a throat, spoke everywhere. “Well, well, well! It looks like your booty-call ended up leaving you a gift after all.”

At once, I sheathed the sword back into its place, twirling around on the strange ground looking for the source of the voice. Without a doubt, I was still small, maybe smaller than usual, set in a strange place.

But where?”

“Serving Princess Celestia's ass has its benefits,” I shouted back into the air as if that would help my cause. Despite my size, I really needed to learn how to speak normally despite it all. “Besides staying in it, of course. Just a shame I couldn't have stayed with her longer.”

“Easy there, Romero.” That voice. Cheeky to the point of sinister. Each word bloated with contained chaos. I blinked. Could it be? No. It was too light, too sweet, too smooth in a feminine way. “Try focusing on the lady you came here with. Unless you'd like me to end this game early.”

“That so?” I twirled in place, feeling the tail-ends of my coat fly through the air as well. Taking a moment to glance down, I saw a dense, red leather coat spanning from my shoulder to fall just before the back of my ankles—boots on my feet, tangerine pants covering my legs, and a shirt missing underneath it all. “Whoa! Someone's got me dressing stylishly.”

“As it would be required for the second game.” That voice sounded like Discord, but changed in an attractive way—the kind that felt like a trap that prevents one feeling too strongly about. “But if you would like, I don't mind you taking off all those tiny clothes and doing away with that sword.”

I laughed. “No dice on that. If someone went through the effort to dress me up so nicely, then it's just plain rude to dress down so easily.” Then, without being told, I started to walk across the land of smooth yellow skin—those five objects in the distance my only clue to anything. “But before we go on our date, lady, how about you introduce yourself first?”

A fake whimpered quaked from above, the ground rumbling against my feet, though my stomach fought against to retain balance, walking forward with a shallow dignity. Keep control here, Spike. The moment you think you're weak, that becomes the case, and everyone around you will abuse it.

“You don't know me! Yet my brother hooked us up!” The clicking of teeth cracked the air with bolts of lightning, a goddess of thunder hidden in that enormous world beyond my own. “Are you really going to walk around on a lady like that without even knowing how she is? So forward of you!”

My walking slowed before the ground tapered off into five different directions, the round slope of slenderness striking my mind with utter familiarity. Those... things. They were so giant, so massive, so close to the tip of my tongue. Things I'd seen before, without a doubt, but never quite like this.

Or maybe never at this size.

“It would seem you've made it far enough that my knees would no longer block your sight of my face.” That voice stopped me in my tracks as I knew now was the moment a choice was going to have to be made. Try to not act until all the options are laid bare. Twilight's words. I'm not sure how good they are in practice. “Turn around, my dashing little hero, to be issued your next game!”

And so I did as I was told. Turning around in the spot, my feet were tempted to stumble back even more from the sight, the scale of the girl was on, the starting roundness that went seemed to span around the size of the world—before shooting up into space itself.

No matter how many blinks of my eyes there were, nothing could help to record, to comprehend what my gaze saw as they travelled up, and up, upward and high, past the knee the size of a country—spanning into the size of not a planet, but planets, so high and so far above me.

The sprawling body of a draconequus, only this time, it was a lady.

“My name is Eris, little one.” Her face loomed in the stratospheres above, milky white hair falling over her right eye—a fang poking out cutely from between the expanse of her supple lips. Beyond cute, very cheeky, and totally in control of me. “And it's on my foot your second game will begin.”

I stood in amazement of the colossus. She sat in some throne of red leather, a white cup held with her green talons, one leg crossed over the other. A quick glance down at the smooth skin confirmed my suspicion. I was on her foot, and not only that, it was a proper foot as well.

And those five digits I had seen in the distance? Those were things I had seen before—but only on my friends. They were toes. Clean and soft and smooth. Nails trimmed with a surface near glossy with how clean they were. Not only was I on her foot, but I was close to her toes.

“You're not even going to reach for your sword to attack me? Giving up hope so easily.” Eris shook her mighty ahead far away, the sway of which could destroy galaxies with its subtle, crushing force. “It's no fun if you win... and it's also no fun if you lose. Well, lose without struggling, that is.”

My shoulders dropped. “So what? The sword was to give me enough hope to not give up right away?”

“Pfft! If it were up to me, you wouldn't have had the sword to begin with.” Eris set the cup of tea on the arm of her chair—coming to cross her arms soon thereafter. “That's a gift from your girlfriend. I can't say to be happy to see it on your back. Even after Discord promised me a date with you.”

My head fell to the left, feeling my eyes narrow a bit too closely, but the confusion behind them justified the act. “We're supposed to be on a date? I don't even cover an inch of you! And... how did you say you knew Discord again?”

Eris rolled her eyes. “We're brother and sister, of course! Duuuuuh!”

Now my forehead narrowed as well. A quick way to retaining wrinkles for later. A bad habit I couldn't ever seem to break. “...for real?”

“Of course not! You think deities like us had something akin to parents to begin with?” Eris shook her head again, and even I had to admit, the sway of her white hair was like clumps of clean snow I wanted to get lost inside. Maybe. “We both come from different dimensions. In one of them, we happened to meet. We nearly the same but different in every day. So we decided to become siblings!”

I clenched my left eye in thought. “I guess that works.”

I knew it wasn't smart to go after a topic like this. Discord was my bro, so getting to know side bits about him, the stuff he wouldn't normally reveal always tended to be a hobby of mine. Even though we'd since fallen out a while ago, I still cared for the guy, and I guess this was his way of reminding me of what he was about.

And getting a little payback all the while.

“And now you're going to play my little game! It's my courting way, how I see if a guy is worth it, and that just worked splendidly with Discord's way of punishing you for being such a bad friend.”

I stepped back, pressed my claws into my hips, then leaned to the side. “Did he actually say that aloud or are you making that up to mess with me.”

“Let's say he got more enjoyment out of stuffing you in another girl's butt than he should have—mmhmmm, having the idea of you being snuggled between my own fuzzy cheeks also sounds like a good time.” Eris then shook her head against, that glinting fang digging itself into her upper lip. “Not know! You've already been punished by buns. Now it's time for you to get close to some feet.”

I let my shoulders drop. “So that's the date? You want to play a game?”

“Dating is playing a game anyway.” Eris smiled.” I just like to play mine in a more literal sense. Consider yourself lucky that I can't mess with you like I would with the others. You still have to be well enough to play other games even if you lose during this.”

I sighed. “And here I thought you were worried about my safety.”

“Only as far as it will bring me pleasure.”

If there was one thing that I had to give Eris, it was that at least she was honest. Almost like a cheeky girl turning into a grown-up, but not quite losing that rebellious, petty spirit just yet. For whatever reason, my heart was strangely attracted to something like that.

My heart was always getting me into strange, absurd, and bad places, after all.

“Alright, then.” I stepped forward while my coat lifted behind me, a feeling of a badass tingly beneath my scales—though I knew none of it was going to last for very long. “You're here to put me through a game. You might as well tell me the rules so we can get this show on the road.”

“A show happening on my foot, ooooh, how I'm going to enjoy all those little tickles.” Eris dragged her serpent tongue across the miles of her lips like it was smashing across the glass of towering buildings while the plushness of her lips impressed from the weight and pressure of the beast. “Only for you, I've made my feet normal for this game. You'll notice I have five toes.”

I smiled. “I'm happy you also know how to count.”

“Keep that up, dragon boy, and I'll count how many times I can wiggle you between my toes.”

Something about that statement struck me more than it should have. Glancing back over my shoulder, I couldn't help but see the mass of the toes behind me, plump and bigger than mountains, soft and covered in a layer of smoothness, a cleanness to them that I almost swore they could shine if the lighting was right.

To be caught between them. Held prisoner between two toes while they rubbed up and down, a mass of softness digging me deeper into the webbing in-between, stealing me away from the world beyond. Their salty taste beating onto my tongue, their softness smothering my body, their plumpness giving me a surface to sink into.

And all while knowing this girl was doing it all, like a pebble caught between her toes, playing with my whole life, body and character like I was nothing but a toy—an odd amusement to be had. This was something that I desired, that I needed, creating a tightness in my pants that flamed a blush against my cheeks.

“What's the matter, dragon boy? Do you like something like that?” Eris leaned forward from her great seat like a mountain shifting forward from the earth. Such movements shouldn't have been possible. How could something so giant move so quickly, so easily, so much done in so little? “Caught in my foot like a good luck charm? Tell me, little one, does that please you at all?”

What was this girl saying? More and more, I stepped back, knowing that it didn’t make much difference in the grand scheme of things. All it did was display my weakness. The one thing I was trying to show to this giant girl that she didn’t have over me.

“What’s this? Are you backing closer to my foot? So it is true, after all!” The giant girl put her talon and paw together, holding them so tightly together, a pose so sweet but with a smile sinister/ “You want to be caught by my big bad foot, don’t you? You being held in-between my toes as I go about my day. How does all of that sound to you?”

What the heck could I do? For the first time since these games began, I was actually thankful to be tiny if only so my tiny erection couldn’t be seen. Or maybe it already had been, and Eris decided to keep that knowledge useful for later. In either case, her constant teasing continued.

“Oh yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you? TO be stuffed down the sock of a cute girl like be, nestled between my toes, pressed against them by the cotton of my sock.”

I found my feet back treading into her big toe, feeling the smooth surface become slightly coarse beneath my own feet. Her big toe was plump, round… almost begging to be licked.

I had to fight myself. To defeat the urge to fall to the ground, wrap my body around its curving slope the best I could, the welling of her toe pressing into my body. Unlike Celestia, who was a softness and fur, Eris was a different case, skin instead of fur, smoothness instead of softness, saltiness instead of sweetness.

To have my body pressing into something hard, harder than my scales, something like a wiggly toe dominating my body. Celestia, why was it such a turn on? To cling to a girl’s big toe while she wiggled it up and down, toying with me, playing with me, while I humped at the spot like a dog against its owner’s leg.

Something was seriously wrong with me. Maybe that was the reason Discord and I were such good friends.

“It looks like you’ve been teased enough, little one.” Eris leaned back in her chair, but not without even her massive face fixated on the little games being played upon her foot. “It’s about time the real fun has begun! As I’m sure you know, your friends will be joining us on our little date.”

my chest and my heart dropped at once. “You mean they’re going to get to see me at this tiny size? Like Rainbow Dash doesn’t already have enough to tease me with.”

“Don’t you worry about that busty beauty.” Eris grinned at me, lifting her other leg over the one I was on, sitting with more power in stature than my mind could comprehend the extent of “Or, at least, not yet Whatever ever future games Discord has you play are between you and him. Right now. This is my game.”

She snapped her talons, a swirling shadow manifesting between her digits. After a few seconds, the ball of darkness imploded into itself, shooting outward in five different directions in strange tendrils.

“What are you about to face aren’t quite your friends, but rather, phantoms of them. Eris leaned forward was her shadow dominated my tiny stature. “And don’t you worry, little one, I did my research before constructing my shadowy dolls. They’ll act like your friends, think like your friends, and even express some things your friends a bit too scared to say.”

I shook my head at that as I finally took a step forward. “What the heck do you mean by that?”

Eris grinned. “Everyone plays games, Spike. Sometimes others play them more overt. Others try their tricks in a more subtle way. It’s the ultimate way to defeat boredom, really.”

I threw my arm out to the sides, giving a huff that I hoped seemed the littlest bit masculine. “So Discord shrunk me down and put me in Celestia’s ass because he was bored.”

Eris leaned back in her seat and threw her head to the side, the white snowfall of her hair swaying in the same direction. “That’s half of it, twerp.” Her eyes glared down at me with the glowing might of two suns going supernova. And you would do best to not talk about other girl’s butts while on a date with me. Continue this, and I may end up stuffing you between my cheeks or down my sock. Win or lose. Understand?”

I nodded my head like a good little boy. “yes, ma'am.”

“Good boy.” Eris exhaled softly, which was still like the universe giving a sigh to my ears. “Ponies play games all the time, not only because they are bored, but because they want to test the waters. They want to know how much they can get away with. What others are feeling through little quips. That Rainbow dash? She teases you only to see how much closer her words can be about you.”

I pondered her words for a moment. Despite how fucked all of this was, there was something about this girl that made sense. We all did play games, more or less, to see what was possible in the context of others. Subtle games take longer.

But overt ones like these... were all these game more than just some bet?

“Each of those friends of yours has been letting something dark fester underneath the surface.” Eris fell fully back into her seat, letting her arms rest on the majestic armrests. “Now’s your chance to discover how deep some of your friends' desires go. And I’ve even sweetened the deal for you.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “They’re going to do all the lewd things they’ve wanted to do to me all this time. Made better now because I’m tiny and under their control.”

“Close! Seeing how you get it on with your giant friends is going to be enjoyable to watch.” Her paw slipped down her belly, in-between her thighs, resting in a place, not even my greatest dreams and imagination would do justice to. The size and scale and sweetness of the pussy on this girl. Celestia, how much of her character would it have? “That’s where I’m going to be getting most of my delight during this game. But no. You’ve already gotten delighted of being with Celestia’s ass.”

I squinted my eyes. “Hey! I thought you said talking about Celestia’s snowy butt was off-limits.”

“I can still refer to it.” Eris grinned. “The one who makes the rules is also able to break them for her own sake. Because I know the reasons why they should be broken. You don’t.”

“Right! And what would those reasons be?”

“That I won’t get stepped on if I’m forced to refer to it.”

“...good point.”

“But if you get that way with one of the girls standing on my toes, then I won’t mind” Eris cleared her throat. “The rule of the game is this: you must defeat the five shadowy girls standing on each of my toes. They are the deepest darkest desire each of your friends has about you.”

My gaze dropped to my feet at that. Was she for real? The girls and I, well, we’d grown more distant as the years went by, as I grew taller and older, as everyone found their own separate paths to walk.

But it always felt like there was something underneath the surface when we all met. How some of the girls would brush against me more often, touching me, laying their hands on my wrists.

I was never one to make assumptions. Especially when all six of them were so perfect, so much greater than me and, of course, so out of my league. Especially when I wasn’t even the size of their toes at this size.

But could it still be true? I curled my claws while the thought, the hope, and the despair ravaged at my heart. Shaking my head, I knew I wouldn’t get the answers by standing around. Five girls had to be met.

Even f they were only phantoms of their formers selves. Maybe that's the reason I would be able to see what they actually were, what they actually wanted to be and, far more important to me in such a selfish sense, what it was they all truly felt to me.

The things they wanted to do, that their phantoms now could, that their real lips were unable to say.

It was strange walking across the bridge of Eris’s toe, knowing that every shiver beneath the surface was her body’s subconscious reaction to something little tickling across it.

I tried walking tall. My back facing the goddesses that watched my journey across her body like some pseudo-hero. Every second in my spent was trying to ignore her presence.

But that was hard to do when she was everywhere.

It didn’t take me long to feel the ground of her toe start to curve downward, the plump toe diving into the round nail that would serve as a battlefield. Or a mock one, anyway. Still couldn’t get over the fact I was tiny enough that a nail could become a stadium.

But, hey, at least I was getting used to my surroundings.

“Oh! Look who finally decided to show up!” I had hardly finished my slide down to the polished surface of the nail before a thundering step cracked into my ear. I kneeled in place, gathering my bearings. “Always late whenever I need you. Just what kind of assistant are you?”

Wait. It couldn’t be.

I raised my head to a sight that nearly made me lower it again. The towering figure of Twilight stood at the center of the nail, still just as small to the massive scale of Eris, but still a giant in comparison to me.

“T-Twilight? You’re the friend that Eris was talking about?” Even when I rose to my feet, I barely came above the mass of her big toe. I leaned back, craning my neck just the same, to gaze up at Twilight's face.

Only to also get a peek underneath her skirt.

I was scared. I was amazed. I was far too dazed to reply anyway. It was often that Twilight dressed in a skirt and the tightest, whitest panties hugging her bottom underneath. The dense fabric of either silk or cotton that hugged her curves far tighter than they had to, giving way to their luscious shape.

Why was Twilight dressing like a schoolgirl? I had no idea, but at the time, I wasn’t fighting it all that much. Instead, my gaze focused down again out f shame, a hot red blush stealing way at my cheeks.

Another thing that struck me right away, upon looking forward was how she wasn’t wearing any shoes. Rather, socks as white as her undies clung to her feet, barely any room in-between, allowing me to wonder how dim it was inside of them.

“What’s this? Are you staring at my feet you perverted dragon?” One of Twilight’s foot swung behind the other, more of the bottom of her skirt becoming revealed. High up, in a dim shadow, the brightness of her panties was forced to hug her crotch even harder. “You know that’s a worthy punishment for you. Always there when you’re wanted but never there when you’re needed.”

I shook my head at that. This wasn’t Twilight. This was her darkest fears and desires. It was my job to beat them for both the game and for herself. Keep focused, Spike, and stop focusing on her feet and panties.

“What are you talking about, Twilight? I always try to be there for you!” I stepped toward her foot, that sprawling thing, something I could easily clamber onto and lie back upon. “Just think about how close we’ve been throughout the years.”

“I don’t mean like that, you big dummy!” With seconds, the colossal foot rose into the air, casting a thick shadow over me as it hovered in the air. I was able to see its underside, the smooth stretching of clean white fabric that accentuated the perfection inside of it. “That’s when I wanted you there. You’re always close whenever something’s wrong, or Princess Celestia has a big assignment for me!”

I shook my head and tried taking a step back. My foot caught on something, and I slipped, landing on my ass, as the foot overhead drew ever closer to me.

It was such a strange sight. Feeling the weight of her shadow over my body. How her foot raised over me, able to crush and smother me, casting me underneath if it came crashing down. How her raised leg traced up into underneath her skirt, raised by the arch of her leg, revealing more of those tight white panties in the light. How her body towered fr above that, the cute purple face narrowed in anger. Not outright hatred, but rather, something inward causing her to get so eaten.

“If I was always there, then why are you s mad for?”

“It’s because of all those nights you weren’t with me when I needed you!” And then, without warning her foot slammed down onto me, stepping my body with the fabric of her sock, the softness of her foot, it pressing all over my frame with miles and miles of the foot to be spared. “When I was alone in my bedroom, wanting to punish my naughty assistant. You never came in to play my sexy games. Only you would I have played them with.”

“T-Twilight! Ack! It’s kinda hard to talk when you have me trapped underneath your foot.” The fabric kept pushing against my face, beating into my cheek, the shifting of the foot on top of me causing the fabric to roll like waves. I struggled against it to not much avail. “I… didn’t even know you saw me that way! You’ve kissed me on the cheek and done some harmless flirting. But you’ve never said you wanted to be a sexy boss punishing her bad assistant before.”

“Grrr! Girls don’t outright say that, Spike!” Her foot pressed harder into me, the balls of her feet rolling left and then right, dragging me along with them “I gave you little cues, and you responded to them just the same. But you never made the first move! All those days you made me wait… even the feeling of crushing you underneath my foot isn’t enough to make me feel better.”

I tried to fight her. To struggled against her foot as she rolled it over me. But the more I fought, the more that I lost, knowing something so tiny couldn’t take on something so massive.

Plus, fighting girls was never my jam.

“You think that twerp kept you waiting? Puh-lease. That casual flirt strung me along for months.” I stopped struggling against the underside of the foot, everything dim and the space tight, but even here, I could feel and hear the happenings of the outside world. “After he started going to bars and the gym, we started hittin’ it up more often.”

I knew that crack in the voice. Rainbow Dash? Her phantom was here too? “But even though I gave that boy all the clues that a girl was into him, he still kept everything at the same pace. Dude finally grew up, but is still just a kid beneath the scales.”

“I’m the one that gets to punish him first, Rainbow Dash.” The underside of the foot finally rolled off of me, light flashing into my eyes as the gigantic foot swayed away to the side of me. I was left on my back, panting, as I was forced to take in the two giants standing over me. “R-Rainbow Dash? You were into me as well.”

Rainbow Dash stood next to Twilight, and unlike the former, she was dressed in her running gear. A grey tank top that struggled to contain her hefty breasts while her prismatic mane fell over both of her shoulders. Her eyes glowed a dim violet. Booty shorts could hardly keep her cheeks tucked together.

But there was also another thing about Rainbow Dash different from Twilight, one that made me gulp at the sight of it. Her feet were bare, blue fuzz running over her foot with only the hint of soft skin underneath it all.

“Course I liked you, Spike.” Rainbow Dash crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to well upward from the sudden pressure being applied against them. “You spent most of your life around us. YOu’re one of the few guys I trust myself to be around. You're one of the few good guys left. Maybe even the only good dragon around.”

She shook her head while closing her eyes. “That is if you weren’t so dense about everything.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of all this. How could these perfect girls feel this way about me? Even when I was this size, they were still annoyed with me, wanting to oy with my like it would bring them what they originally wanted.

“Now you’re going to do me a favour real quick, Spike.’ Rainbow Dash lifted her blue foot from the ground, making i quake as it lifted into the air. She hovered it over me, the smooth underside wrinkling slightly as she wiggled her plump toes in the air. “I’ve spent the whole day running to try and get you out of my mind. These feet have seen and been through a lot. Still probably a little sweaty too.”

Once more, the shadow of a foot hovered over me. I wasn’t ashamed to say that my mouth watered at having such a sexy girl hover her sexy foot over my body. Wiggling her toes like it was a threat instead of being enticing. Oh, how I wanted to be crushed underneath her foot, the expanse of is bottom covering me for miles, a playground, from which, I couldn’t escape from

“Here ya go, Spike! Have a heaping of Rainbow Dash's massive foot!” The foot came crashing down on me, smothering me with its smooth skin tasting of salt. “How does it feel to be crushed underneath my foot? Do you like it when I move it around?”

“Ack!” The increasing pressure into my frame pushed me around the ground, the smooth surface of the nail allowed me to move around, swept in circles as the pressure continued. The bottom of her foot wiggled, ripples of skin coursing through it, manipulating my body with something with her foot. “It's... uh... nnngh...”

“Aw! What's the matter, Spike? Can't take on my big sweaty foot? Just being tiny isn't a good reason to give up, ya know!” I swore I could sense her grinning as the back of her foot raised into the air, pressing the balls of her feet even more into my chest. “The dragon that I know, that I like, doesn't give up because everything is hopeless.”

I placed my claws against the balls of her foot, feeling my palms fill with the soft and slightly hard skin. They twitched in response but didn't quite fight back—at least not yet. “Sorry to say... there's two of you.”

“So what? You can't take on two sexy girls in love with you? Even a sex toy can please us both.” The skin covered balls slid over my frame, resting over my chest. My head popped, in-between her toes—which kept me snugged there. “Unless you're going to make this all about yourself, again. In which case, maybe keeping your head trapped between my toes will be a better place for you in life.”

“You wouldn't there to do something so sinister to someone so sweet!” Worry sizzled in my heart at the sound of the kind, booming voice, one accompanied by the distant stomping of the feet—which was more than likely Fluttershy tip-toeing closer to us. “Just because he's shy doesn't mean you should do something so foul to him!”

Rainbow gave a huff as the back of her foot slammed against the nail again, only this time, she tugged the sides of her toes against my head, slowly sliding me up between them. They rubbed up and down my frame, smothering me, clutching me in their plump softness. “Don't lie. The sight of seeing your tiny dragon so helpless is turning you on, isn't it?”

“Only because I wouldn't put him through something in the first place—no matter how good it might have felt.” I wasn't sure how to feel about that, but I was sure about the lurching in my stomach as the foot raised itself and me into the air, holding me, with its toes, at crotch level. “W-What are you planning on doing with him?”

I glanced up, high above, where the distant face of Rainbow Dash licked at her lips. “Giving you a taste of something dirty you've been craving.” At once, she hopped forward, shaking my word atop the nail. The towering, slender yellow figure couldn't move, held in place by Rainbow's presence. “But don't you worry. Those silk stockings you're wearing should be softer than he deserves.”

What the hell did that mean?

It didn't take long for the phantom Rainbow Dash's threat to see reality. While the foot holding me get arched in the air, my waist now held tight by either side of her two toes, in the distance, I saw her long blue arm reached down to the long yellow legs of the sky girl.

True to her words, she was wearing plain white stocking, tinted slightly in gold—but in a subtle way. The clasps shot up her thigh, not too round but neither too small, perfect in proportion to everything else about her slender body. That claps sprawled up into underneath her skirt—a place where I'd feel more than just shame looking up at.

“It looks like the little dragon's home is going to be nicer than any cave after all—and with a much better treasure while he's at it.” Blue fingers pulled back at the hem of the stockings, having pulled them back from the pillar of yellow. The fabric was tight, giving only an inch away. “It'll be dark like a cave in there too. Maybe not the other kind of cave he would want to get into on you.”

The blue foot came swaying over the pinched out fabric, letting me see down over its grand opening—the dim shadows thickening alongside the smooth and soft leg of yellow that disappeared into its depths.

“Hope you've got a good look inside of there, small fry because you're about to get to know Fluttershy's soft foot better than anyone else.” After those words echoed in my ear, and silenced reign for a few seconds longer, the pressure at my sides lightened. Gazing to my left, the massive side of the wiggly blue toe pulled away from me—the tight grip; now released. “Have fun in there! Seeing your bugle against the fabric of someone so cute and innocent is going to be great!”

There was nothing I could say, but plenty that I could scream as gravity pulled at my stomach. At once, I fell forward, through the great distance of air as the opening in the tugged fabric only grew the closer I became. Seeing my fate, knowing it, did nothing to prevent it.

It became easier once I fell through the passage. When the shadow of the stocking settled over my skin, passing through its hem, caught within the curving world of the stocking. Knowing that I was falling down alongside Fluttershy's long leg, so trim and smooth, a natural perfection done within itself.

And I fell, and I fell, and when I tried glancing up, all I saw was a sight I wasn't supposed to see. The depths of Fluttershy's skirt, where her pink panties nestled tightly against her crotch, sloping over her smooth bottom, struggling to hug her twin, yellow cheeks and keep them together.

It was all so hard to see, and I could only see it for a moment, but the sight was something I'd never forgot.

I would also never forget about Rainbow Dash's head then came over the stocking, watching me fall, knowing where my eyes had just been and winking at me despite the fact. Then, in sticking out her tongue, her fingers slipped out from the rim of the stocking—the snap of elastic evoking shudders from the leg, and not only that, but darkening the world.

“Look at that! Your little lover is falling down your legging as we speak.” Rainbow Dash's voice boomed through the fabric with the beating of thunder in a stormy night. I continued to sway while I fell, bouncing against either the silk of stocking of the softness of a leg—my screaming soon stopped at being allowed to touch the two of them. “He's got a long way to go before he hits the bottom. But know your tiny lover is there. How does that make you feel?”

Fluttershy shuddered, and yet kept still, most likely for my sake.

Even I wasn't sure what to hell to make of any of this. Should I throw myself against the leg, wrapping my body as much around as I can like a firefighter to a pole? But I knew I could do something. Even as I fell to the silky abyss, I knew wrapping my body around her leg meant digging my claws into her soft skin to slow myself.

Even if it didn't draw blood, it would bring Fluttershy pain and, phantom or not, I resolved long ago to never hurt my friends.

“Why, would you look at that? Come on over, Twilight, if you want to see a little revenge on that assistant of yours.” I could see what was going beyond the sock, but my back smashed into something soft, then hard, then soft again. The plush surface at the top of Fluttershy's foot—close to her shins. “Spike fell all the way to the bottom. But if you look close enough, well...”

I laid back on the top Fluttershy's foot, feeling my backache from the impact, the length of the sword digging into my spine. Even when I looked up, all I could see was the yellow leg spanning away into the infinite distance above. And beyond the thin layer of silk that was the ceiling of stocking?

Well, I might not have been able to see through the article, but it wasn't that hard of a guest to know what was happening. Two faces hovering closer to the stocking covered foot of Fluttershy, staring at the small place where my form bugled against the fabric, letting them know just where I was, and how tiny I was in comparison to everything else.

“Having fun in Fluttershy's stocking, are you, perverted dragon?” Another voice, and this time, a sophistication that tingled with sinister. “I should have you know, tiny darling, I am just as disappointed with you as the rest of the girls. But unlike them, I had the good graces like Fluttershy to wear stockings for your punishment.”

A soft voice sang from above. “But I didn't even mean to wear stocking to punish Spike! Not... that he doesn't feel good down there. I do wish he would move around a bit more.” A gasp followed those words. “Oh, no! I'm just awful for saying that, aren't I?”

“Honesty is more becoming of you, darling.” I could hear the mass of Rarity's ass slamming down against the ground of nail outside, her leg stretching out. Just what was she planning? “Now let's see if we can resolve your non-wiggly dragon problem, shall we?”

I swore I could hear Fluttershy gulp. Her own derriere came slamming against the ground, not as much as a boom to it, but Fluttershy was more of a subtle creature than anything else. A charm to her own kind of beauty. Her butt may not have been as big as Rarity's, but she had her beat in tightness, firmness.

And not only that, but when you're an inch tall, no matter how small the ass—its utterly gigantic to a guy like me. “U-Um. D-D-Do you think he'll be okay with it?”

“Isn't that so kind of you think, darling!' But don't you get it?” Rarity's giggles were like cuts against my ears, slowly snipping away at my frills. “We're all here to teach our dear Spiky a lesson. And if that involves us ladies feeling good with his tiny body for all the times he's left us alone, despite our cues—well, that's hardly a loss for us, and it isn't for him.”

I blinked.

“That's if he comes to learn the answer and win this game properly.” Rarity then cleared her throat as a shadow passed over my prison, the distant outline of another foot, bouncing slightly in the air afar, defined itself through the fabric of Fluttershy's stocking. “But for now, we ladies should enjoy ourselves for his benfit, don't you agree, darling?”

Fluttershy's foot lifted into the air, coming to lean on the arch of her other leg, keeping it there. The shift in gravity caused me to roll down the front of her foot, coming to the start of one of her toes, smooth and slender instead of plump and round—really my preference.

And, of course, I hugged the start of her toe. Holding it, clinging to it, not wanting to fall to the bottom of her stocking—where the full force of her foot would be pressed against me. Even if it was humiliating, I would hold onto her toe... and try to ignore the erection in my pants while I was at it.

“Now darling, if you would be so kind as to put your wiggle your toes—then put your foot against mine.” The voice came muffled through the fabric, but its piercing fear at its meaning struck at my heart. “Don't you think it's about time we show that dragon how it feels to be smothered between two delicate feet?”

I shook my head as I clung to the toe tighter. “No! Don't do it, Fluttershy! She's just trying to get you to—“

There was no sense in yelling, in trying to fight, when the mass of the two swung up—only to dropdown. A zooming roller costing suddenly going down only to arch back up, twisting the wobbly feeling in my belly. Up and down, toe dropping and falling, my body sliding down its length, its smoothness working finally working against me.

“Yaaaaw!” The toe shot up again, my claws and thighs ripped from its side as I was thrown up—the fabric gracing over the back of my spines before gravity stole my soul once more. Falling, dim shadows everywhere, a tinge of sprawling yellow mixed in with the darkness. “No-no-no!”

The distant foot arched upward against the stretching ceiling of fabric, the gap between two toes whizzing on either side of me as I fell through them. Turning my head, the underside of the toes wiggled at me, like they were waving me goodbye—and maybe good luck.

The underside of the silky foot rose like a stadium of softness rising into a wall, on the right side of me, an indite distance in any direction. Overhead, laughter boomed, and the word inside the stocking became tighter.

“Fluttershy! You silly! It's not good if he falls to the bottom of your stocking.” Pinkie's voice hovered close, far closer than it should have like her face was hovering inches before the fabric. Heck, warm gusts filtered through my descent. “You have to pull them tight, so he gets trapped against your foot—like this!”

The walls of fabric strained and tightened, closer against me, pressing against my frame as we both blew toward the foot. I was just below the balls of her foot, my front slammed against the expanse of her underfoot, feeling the skin, plush to the touch, cushion my impact.

“There you go! It's no fun if the little guy isn't a bugle against the fabric!” Giggles rained like the sweetest rain to the ear, stirring me in sexy ways that my sensory input struggled to contain. “Now then! Rarity, if you're ready to do the honours.”

I gulped, feeling the shadow of something bigger, far behind me.

“When am I never ready, darling?” Some towering, long and soft and distant, came close like two tapering mountains made of softness colliding. “The one you should be asking that is the poor boy about to be smothered by our perfect feet.”

There wasn't a place for me to fight that... but this wasn't what all of this was about. Even as the other foot pressed into the fabric of the stocking, a clad foot of silk pressing against my back, rolling up and down the bottom of Fluttershy's foot—fighting wasn't what I was supposed to be doing, but rather, struggling.

And not even struggling to break free, or to get away, not anything like that.

But to show these girls, who held so much back, to experience so much because of tiny me.

That's why I struggle up and down the foot, why I rolled, fought, kicked and punched, not enough to hurt but to stimulate. Even while I struggled, I could hear their moans, of the two delicate girls rubbing their feet together, up and down, like they were kids, getting off to the childish delight of smothering a tiny dragon between them.

And from the moans raining from afar, it seemed everyone else enjoyed this as well, at least to the point of doing things I was unable to see. A welling heat came from my back, something strange, like a strength I didn't know I had.

In the tight space of the two feet slamming together, I reached for the sword on my back, the handle warm against me scales. Power surged through it; energy now obtained. Gripping it, I pulled the sword out—holding it to the air, the blade glowing a dark blue as it well.

Closing my eyes, I exhaled a final breath, as a flash consumed all.

“Well, well, well! Wouldn't you know it? You came to learn your lesson, after all.” Eris voice reached my ears before my eyes could open again. The blurry width of her curving nail flooded my eyes as did the sprawling length of the rest of her foot. “It didn't seem likely you would win this game, but you aren't so dense after all, are you?”

My arm strained underneath a heavyweight. Blinking, I lowered my claw still holding the blade—the glow now gone, but the silver of the metal now tinged with blue. “I can take a hint every once in a while. Just not the greatest at it.”

“Even still! It appears you're getting better.” I craned my neck back as my gaze climbed the monolithic create, struggling to capture her distant, hazy face within my gaze. Her eyes glared to the left, arms crossed, frown large. “As much as I hate to report it, you've won this game. Win or lose, you can still help others, which is what you've been struggling with as of late.”

I took a step forward, allowing the hilt to fall through the gaps between my digits, twirling the blade in my claw. “One down. Two more to go.” I twirled the blade into the sheath on my back, but not before shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders. “I guess there's not congratulations prize for winning.”

Eris turned her head back to me, the weight of her glare settling on my minuscule frame. “Besides me not crushing you underneath my foot? Discord instructed no such things had to happen on our date.”

I sighed. She was still pissed. Didn't know the chaotic girl, but she was beyond cute in a chaotic way. Looking down at where I was, I saw the tent I was pitching in my pants. The game might have been won—but the job was far from finished.

“Hey? Just because I won, that doesn't mean our date has to end, right?” Eris's glare softened into intrigue, her mighty white eyebrow arching. “You seem like you wanted to play a bit, right? How about you stuff me down your sock, play with me a bit, and see how things go from there.”

Her eyebrow dropped once more, the rest of her face joining in her narrowed expression. “You still want to be punished? Even though its no longer required? You sure are a strange one, dragon boy?”

I shrugged. “What can I say? The more time I get to spend with you, the longer I can delay the next game, right?” I cracked my neck left and right, needing to do something to keep a claw from diving down underneath my pants. “Besides, I didn't quite get to finish this time around. So how about you and I have some fun?”

Eris clicked her tongue against her teeth, allowing her head to move in a slow, slow sway. “That's quite forward of you to ask on a first date, dragon.”

“Call me Spike.” I pointed a claw at my chest, grinning. “And you're the one that was talking about stuffing me down your sock or into the back of your underwear at the start of all this. Unless that was all talk to scare me up?”

“Don't you go thinking of yourself as so big, small stuff.” Eris glance over at the table seated next to the chair, picking up a long, white, cotton sock which length came tumbling down in the open air. “You wouldn't last more than a second against my feet. They're like a field to you now. Your friends are nothing to me.”

“Yeah yeah.” I snickered. “So you say.”

“Oh.” Eris leaned forward with the sock, bringing its opening over her other foot, letting me see the sprawling cotton sliding over the field of foot. Like crashing seas covering the landscape of a country. “You're going to learn a new lesson right now, dragon boy, that you will never forget.”

“You so sure about that?” I didn't even know her talon had been dangling behind me until they pinched at my waist, whisking me into the air. The smooth plane of her nail faded away from below as I flew high above. “You're all skin and no fur! The girls made have you beat on that.”

Within seconds, the digits held me before the scale of her face, the width of which spanning far to either side, her round eyes like seas I could swim across. She grinned at me, without malicious but with hunger—looking ready to pop me in her mouth and devour me without even having to gulp.

“If you cite Celestia while getting anywhere close to my ass, I assure you it will be something you'll never come out of.”

I blinked. “Why are you threatening me with a good time?”

She laughed. Eris fought it. Her eyes closed and her fangs bit her lips together, but that release of air blowing over my body, the soft pitch of happiness rendered into a sound—she couldn't hold herself back.

Which, I guess, was precisely why she brought me close to her firm lips, pressing me in the crevice between them both. Their softness enveloped me, consuming me, loving me for how tiny I was against them—how my very different being could make them feel so big, so great, so perfect.

“I... hope you're ready for the time of your life, dragon.” Eris didn't bother to open her eyes, an effect that, no matter how little I was, still should what influence one could have on another through simply being. “Because you're going to be getting inside every part of me.”

“And once I'm done making those parts of you feel the best they can be, you better get ready to weep as you're forced to hand me back to Discord.” The talon dipped and my stomach cried as the scale of her body rose before me while I fell. “Hope you're ready for a challenge that's off the record, Eris!”

No words, only movement; I won, now twice.

When I finally felt my elation exude through my body, I glanced down at where the talon was taking me where, sure enough, the other paw held open the side of the cotton sock, glimpsing me to the dim world inside there.

Without saying anything, but doing everything, the digits on my side brought me to an inch above the opening. From there, the let go, and I fell, along the length and thickness of the leg as I plummeted through the opening.

At once, all became dark, the rim of the sock closing against the skin of her leg. It must have felt great to Eris to throw the guy she liked into her sock, to just toss him in and do battle with a part of herself—something she was unconscious of made into a world for him.

It didn't take long for me to reached the back of her foot—only to discover space beneath it. My frame slammed into the cotton, it impressing and welling around be, before I slid, and slid, underneath the expanse of the foot until I reached.

“I left some room in the sock so you could reach the bottom okay.” Eris voice resumed, and this time, the delightful tone returned around her words. “Hope you enjoyed looking at the underside of my foot, Spike, because it's about come down crashing all over you.”

And even as she pulled the sock up, and pressed her foot down, it hurtling toward me like a meteorite—there was one thing that I smiled at.

At least Eris had called me Spike instead of dragon boy.