Exploring a Giant, Nude, Sleeping Twilight
B_25 & Judoon

Luna stood at the end of the bed, no taller than an inch before the slumbering giantess. She found it incredibly hard to not rub her thighs at the sight, the scale, the sheer weight of the world around her.

And to think that this was going to be her treat, Luna giggled at the thought, her blue cheeks tinted a smidge pink. She stood between the two large purple feet, each upside down and open like twin gates leading into depths unknown. But a job is better done when one has passion, no?

Exactly. That was precisely the excuse Luna told herself as she stood before the brim of the blankets. It was hard to see over them, and even craning her neck back, all she could see was the plump behind of the giant girl defining itself through the fabric.

It was like a mountain, though there was a dip and divide between the two hills, one that Luna did not mind exploring at all. But no. She shook her head. As adorable as it was for Twilight Sparkle to sleep on her stomach, with her heavy ass protruding shamelessly all the way up in the air, Luna knew she had to pay her respects at the girl’s face first.

Of course, someone like Twilight Sparkle would sleep in such a crude fashion. It's adorable, in a way. Using her eyes, Luna carefully traced the gentle curve Twilight’s twin moons made in the blanket. Should I find myself upon those hills, and somehow she stuck her butt even higher in the air... it would be a pretty sight to behold.

The inflammation of her lower hips pinched at her skin. Down, girl! Luna had only been back in this world for a month after a thousand years away, and already she had found herself lusting after a girl that was meant to be her savior.

But while watching Twilight’s landscape jostle up and down in time with her breathing sent shivers down Luna’s spine, admiring the view from afar would do no favors for either of them. Eyes glimmering with reinvigorated fortitude, Luna knew that coming attraction was meant to come later. For now, bringing her head down to the sheets, she saw the opening underneath them.

“Mmhmm...” The low, distant groan sounded throughout the room: soft, sweet, and staggering. “Nngnnghn..."

Luna's heart froze for a second. On either side of her, the purple feet shifted in place for a second before coming to a rest. The blanket came short, stopping at their ankles and leaving an opening inside below. There was a thick wall of darkness inside, illuminated only slightly by the hue of lavender.

With a nod, Luna began her journey forward. She slipped an arm underneath her bust, enjoying the softness of her blue breasts pressing into her forearm. Walking into the opening of the cave, everything laid dark underneath the purple body, which was only inches off the sheets, but to Luna, those inches could have been miles.

No fun in walking underneath her... unless I can see the underside of her!

With that thought in mind, Luna closed her eyes and charged her horn. Casting the sphere of light around her, the tiny blue girl opened her eyes—and nearly lost her breath at the sight overhead.

Twilight slept weird, and because of that, her lower body was elevated slightly from the sheets. On either side of Luna, the purple ankles rose and thickened, the taut muscles leading into the first landmark she had been dying to see: two massive, purple thighs.

Luna's mouth watered a little at the sight above. The twin thighs overhead were thicker than she had ever imagined them! When the two had first met, Twilight was wearing a skirt that left her legs exposed. The Princess of the Night, ironically enough, always dreamt of having her face being held and crushed by the plushness of Twilight's thighs, but now, they could take all of her, and snuff her with ton after ton of thighs.

How badly she wanted that to happen! Even as Luna walked across the sheets, her steps sinking into the soft bedding, she wished instead to be walking across those thighs. Gravity was like a gentle suggestion to them now, as they hung down. So extensive were they, that their plushness pressed into each other, rubbing slightly together from the sporadic shifting of the giant girl—a testament to how big she was nearly everywhere.

And how much bigger she was bound to get.

Luna carried on underneath the giant girl, the purple underside a beautiful canopy to stare at. There was just so much to appreciate! The titanic width of the overhead hips kept the blanket raised above, creating a world of shadow underneath. Twilight’s fur was trim and sleek, —enough to tickle—yet hiding soft skin underneath.

It was nearly impossible to see the twin cheeks above, but Luna knew they were there, impossibly big and round, holding up the world inside the blanket. Oh yes. She would get to them soon enough. Luna was sure of that.

Oh, dear. I-Is that her...

Luna knew she had to keep walking but suddenly found difficulty in doing so. Above her head, and covered only by the dimness of her light, Twilight’s gigantic pussy hovered in the air. Both of her mounds were like soft hills with her tight slit nestled in between. Her lavender folds were puffy, their tightness accentuated by the violet crop of fur slightly above.

In awe at such a sight, none could blame Luna for taking a moment to stop and admire it. Overhead was the biggest pussy she had ever seen in her life, the two lines running across longer and thicker than any road she'd seen in her life. They pressed tightly together, the mark of a virgin, without even the tiniest of a gap.

So. If Luna were ever to make it to the girl's pussy, simply crawling inside would not do. Even with their size and mass, Twilight was too tight for something even as small as Luna to just enter. No. She would have to slip her body between her folds, pushing and pressing against the lips, forcing her way into Twilight Sparkle's titanic pussy.

And that was just her folds, much less actually getting inside.

Luna didn't know when she traced a few fingers over her own pussy, only when a moan tickled the back of her throat. The idea of getting a tight hug from that monster of a cunt, of getting devoured by that tight little hole, all while Twilight slept, soundly, unaware?

There was no helping it. Everything was simply too much! Luna let her massive ass drop to the mattress, bouncing in place for a second before spreading her legs. How was she meant to not get off to all of this? Of being underneath the same blanket of a giant girl, utterly dwarfed by the twin set of purple thighs, backed by a background of the sheets?

Even more was Twilight's pussy, how it was just... there! Luna let a few fingers slip into her own tightness, feeling the heat of her cunt flush against her fingertips. She stroked her walls, pumping in and out, while she let her gaze wander afar.

There. In the distance. Luna could barely see it, but she could make it out without a doubt. Twilight's twin breasts. Their heavy weight pressed into the mattress, weighed down by tons of boob flesh and flattening against it.

Nnngmmh! Luna gravitated her hips into the pumping of her pussy, unsure what to train her gaze on. The tightness of the pussy overhead, the one just out of reach, was like a sky she wanted to fly off too. But the heavy breasts ahead looked so soft, so round, so big. I... can't waste my first orgasm like this.

But even as Luna tried crawling forward, she just fell on her stomach, lying down in a way that matched the girl overhead. Feeling her tits press against the sheets, the weight of her breasts stacking on each other, all while they flatten elsewhere?

Luna outright humped her hand at this point, shoving her fingers as deep as they would go. Faster, she humped and fucked, stroking her walls and digging into her cunt until a high pitch scream escaped her throat and girl cum came gushing out of her pussy.

Even after she laid there, panting, satisfied with her release, Luna gazed up above at the purple pussy. It quivered. Did it wink? Luna's heart raced. Twilight might have been asleep and too big to see a princess so small, but could her pussy sense the treat meant for it below? Did it know that if Twilight dropped her large hips, her cunt could have its gift, crashing into the tiny girl, the force and impact swallowing her past the lips and into the tight tunnel itself?

Twilight would sleep with a tiny girl in her pussy, enjoy the bliss that came from the small, tickling sensations from a little someone devoted to serving her most private place fully. Even as she woke up, she would go about her day, getting dressed and getting ready, all without knowing Luna was stuck inside her delicious depths, trapped.

It's... not time for that... yet.

It was hard. The weakness in Luna's legs didn't make it easy. But Luna rose back onto her feet, stumbling back when she did so. Shaking her head, she took a glance at the sheets, seeing the minuscule damp patch in the fabric. Perceptible to only her eyes. Thank her sister for that.

But Luna played with that idea a bit more as she walked. It was only now that the scent under the blanket was starting to reach her. It smelled of lilacs and strawberries. There was a slight musk. The natural smell that came from Twilight's natural odor. It was subtle and pleasant, filling Luna's small lungs with the essence of the big girl.

But what she liked, even more, was the scent that came from the pussy overhead. Even while she walked, she was still only underneath the center of the lips, the two long, fleshly lines following her like the sun while she walked. The plushness of her mounds kept tickling Luna's mind, beckoning for her to throw herself against them, sink into them, and hump the ever-living life out of them before getting on with the main event.

Something she liked even more than that, however, was being underneath the giant pussy while it quivered, the walls inside undulating for release. Luna wanted to be underneath the massive lips as they split apart, even only slightly, and be showered by the waterfall of Twilight's rushing cum. She wanted nothing more than that. To be utterly washed in another girl's cum... it was so humiliating...

But it turned Luna on like nothing else. It was also the ultimate way to prove her servitude to the girl, that she belonged to Twilight Sparkle for snapping her out from being Nightmare Moon. For saving her from a thousand years of loneliness, keeping her mind from evil, and granting her the life she lost to Nightmare.

Anything to pay back such a thing was worth it to Luna.

And having Twilight being massive, naked, with every inch of her being able to explore... those inches would make up every single year spent up on that moon. Luna then giggled to herself. How her fate had changed. Shrunk and stranded on Twilight's gigantic, purple moons.

Well, she wouldn't be calling it.

Oh, what am I doing with myself? I've already wasted enough time down here. Even though she didn't want to, Luna continued her trek across the bed, looking more up than forward. It was dim, so nearly hard to see, but Twilight's taut stomach laid overhead, flat and slim, the perfect width with the cutest belly button Luna had ever seen.

The stomach descended closer to the bed as it went on. The ceiling of purple was lowering, becoming closer to Luna, who did not mind in the slightest. The wrinkling of the sheets was like cries coming from inside a jungle.

Princess Luna only came to a pause when she started to reach the lavender chest. On either side of her, the ground stretched on, faint darkness covering the space, which only ended at the rise of the blanket on either side. Above, distant groans and moans sounded, followed by the shifting of the monolithic body in place.

Twilight never moved. Sometimes, the flatness of her stomach would dive close to the ground, while the girl rocked back and forth in place, nearly threatening to flatten Luna. Twilight was a fussy sleeper for sure. It felt like something unsettled her. Perhaps Luna's tiny presence?

Bah! She made have had cause to fear me before. But that won't be the case anymore! Trust me on this, Twilight Sparkle. When you wake up, you will love your body more than you thought possible. And you will feel another love towards it that will never have felt before in your life.

Those kinds of thoughts were what gave Luna confidence as she walked across the sheets, approaching the two massive hills of breasts. Both of them pressed into the sheets, weighing into it with their tons, flattening outward in excess.

Luna stood in a new situation. The body above her hovered only an inch away, its fur brushing against her head. Looking to her right and squinting slightly, the long, slender purple wrist peeked through the darkness. It went on forever forward, at least, as far as Luna could see.

She then looked back at the chest before her. Twilight's breasts were pressing into each other, moving slightly in place, but not in any way to free any space. At their bottom, there was a crack between the two—but it was barely big enough for even Luna's tiny body to make it through.

So. If she wanted to make it to the other side.

Luna would have to squeeze herself through Twilight's breasts.

Why am I acting like that was ever a bad thing?'

Luna giggled to herself as she approached the back of the two purple jugs, taking a moment to appreciate their sheer size. She'd never seen them unleashed. Twilight had always worn tight black bras that hid everything great about her greatest assets.

But now?

Gravity tugged them down gently, letting them fill out into the open air without restriction, a perfect roundness to their shape. Luna approached them carefully. Lifting a hand, she laid it against the surface of the massive breast, feeling at first the fur, which tickled her palm pleasantly, only for that to give way to the utter softness that overfilled her hand easily.

Luna didn't even have to press her palm into the massive mammary. The purple plushness filled out in the gap between her fingers. Lighting struck Luna's spine and made her thighs rub together. There was simply no helping it. The tiny girl let herself fall forward into the large breasts, feeling the vastness of fur and softness rush up to meet her body, filling and flattening against it, all while she sunk even more into it plushness.

I could die happy here.

Luna let her whole body sink into Twilight's chest, enjoying how it took all of her, all the while, more moans rang above. Something like a single breast was enough for all of Luna to sink into, possibly get lost against. She opened her legs before the fall, feeling the flesh of the breast press and flatten against her crotch. When Luna hugged Twilight's softness, the massive breast pressed into her two tiny ones, squishing them, while some of the softness below thrust harder into Luna's pussy—backed by a heavier weight.

But that wouldn't be enough for Luna. Simply hugging the underside of a giant breast wouldn't be enough to sate the hunger of her pussy to be ravished. Those purple jugs were huge, and soft, perfect as well. But Luna didn't just want to sink into them.

She wanted to be crushed by them.

That was the reason why she retired from hugging the breast so quickly. Why, with a massive grin, she dropped to her knees. Flicking her tail to the side and sticking out her ass, she crawled almost like a horny dog, right into the crack between the joining, big, purple breasts.

It was like being hugged by two, huge, lavender bean bags.

Luna laughed at the comparison of her mind. In truth, she loved the situation she was in. Every sensation thrilled and pleased and pleasured her. The sides of Twilight's breasts hugged her tightly, enough that she had to squeeze herself through the tightness. The constant rubbing of fur felt more delicate than it should have been.

Occasionally, the chest would rise a lift, shifting forward and back, then coming still. Twilight kept moving in her sleep, rocking on her chest, perhaps feeling the tiny girl caught inside of it. In the distance, Twilight's soft breathing filled Luna's ears, matching the rhythmic shifting of her chest.

And, if weren't for her reason for being here, Luna would have stayed in Twilight's rack for the entire night. To crawl up into the tightness of her cleavage, where her breasts would swallow her completely, trap her tightly against the two breasts, ensuring she would never escape. It would be like being always hugged by the girl that she loved, and being with her forever.

That will come soon enough.

Luna's crawl came to a slow once she reached the middle of the rack. The crack she'd been exploring came a close at the meeting of the two purple walls. Putting and slipping a hand forward, not even her hardest pull or tightest tug swayed the purple mountains. Instead, they flattened against her wrist, nearly swallowing it further.

“Hmm. It would appear as though going blindly forward will do me no favors.” Just as the words had left her lips, another groan had left the bigger ones high above, the slumbering giant shifting once more. To the right of Luna, the massive breast lifted slightly from the bed while the girl overhead rolled somewhat to the left. “Though it would appear going under may be worthwhile.”

Luna let herself drop to the sheets, feeling smooth of the sheet brush across the underside of her body. Gazing up, the purple breast lifted slightly from the bed, still pressing against it, though not with its total weight.

I don't know of any other to sleep like this. And there's no way her body can be aware of my actions... but it's perfect anyway. But did it matter? She still had to crawl underneath massive mammary—just not with its full weight crashing into her back. Why should she worry when could instead be enjoying herself? I've had a thousand years condemned to only thinking.

Luna did her best to squeeze herself underneath the heavy breast, forced to wiggle her body like a toy against the wobbling tons of boob—all to get underneath it. It took effort. Strained breathes and aching muscles. But the feeling was divine.

When Luna had made it to the center of Twilight's breast, her tongue rolled out without command. The force on her back was beyond pleasant. It was like being stuffed underneath a giant marshmallow. Purple softness filled and fallen all around her, but there was still a pocket around the princess.

To think that her breasts are crushing me! Luna laughed while she crawled, one arm after the other, delighting in how her thick ass rubbed against the sea of tit above. The pressure was unrelenting but never suffocating. Only a month ago, and being so much as touched by her would have been humiliating. But now? It's the only thing I want her titanic body to do to me!

The air was tight. It was of shampoo and lavender body wash. It was pleasant on the nose, overwhelming to the lungs. The pocket beneath the breast contained some air, and it was tense. The purple softness sometimes rippling over the tiny body crawling underneath it, its heavy weight pushing against Luna's tight ass, some of its fat slipping into her crack, spreading her midnight blue cheeks slightly apart.

Luna did her best not to moan, to not relish in the feeling of Twilight's tits sliding in and out of her crack, spreading them apart with a martial of utter softness, all while the rest of the colossal boob weighed down into her back. Every crawl forward pushed some of the purple fat up, though when her feet passed through, the purple mass pressed back into the mattress.

But when Luna reached the center of the breast, having crawled some way to get there, none could blame the tiny girl for nearly screaming at the sight and sensation. The light purple of the fur darkened at once, the slope of the massive boob transitioning into the dark areola of Twilight's breast. Her bubble gum pink nipple stabbed into the mattress, pressed down by the rest of the weight of the mammary, hard enough to nearly pierce the sheets.

Luna grinned as she pushed herself up a bit, bearing more weight of the colossal, lilac melon. Even though she was the one shrunk down, she still found Twilight nipples to be adorably tiny, perky little things. They wouldn't stay that way for long, of course.

Which was why Luna was intent on enjoying them now, in their current glory.

Luna reached the base of the shifting nipple, admiring how it rubbed in place against the sheets like a little dance that only she was privy to. Afar, the distant shuffling of the giant girl only quickened the race of her heart, sparking every nerve in her body with life and excitement and thrill!

But simply being crushed underneath enormous rack while Twilight slept wouldn't be enough for Luna. Even being snuffed and crushed underneath the purple mountain was losing its edge. No. She needed to up the ante.

And that's where Twilight's erect nipple came into service.

Luna turned over underneath the unrelenting pressure, feeling the purple fat weigh down on either side of her when she came sideways, knowing that, no matter what move she made here, Twilight big boob would always overfill the space she opened up.

But that was okay. Mainly when Luna laid down on her back, facing the center of the malleable mountain. Getting a face full of soft, shifting, fur covered breast was more delicate than she could have ever expected. Even more when followed by the sound of the jiggly breast from afar, joined by a near growl from the girl they belonged to.

And now we've reached the fun part!

Luna did her best to crawl on her back, feeling the sheets brush across there, while all the while, the big fat of Twilight's breast pressed against her front. It was a pleasant sensation. Of having something overwhelmingly heavy and soft pressing incessantly into her own bust, flattening them utterly into submission. Every good thing about Luna was being crushed by one great element of Twilight—and that description suited their dynamic perfectly.

But then, finally. Princess Luna reached her detestation. The perky nipple that made her mouth water. There wasn't much she could do here, in the confined space, but she opted to do her best. Her first move was to get as close to it as possible.

There was no way she could lift it from the sheets—that would imply lifting the weight of Twilight's fat tit. No way a miniature girl could do such a feat. What she could do, however, in the pocket created by the erect nipple was bring herself against it.

Oh yes. That would work out perfectly.

Princess Luna giggled to herself when she brushed her cheek against the pink skin, like a romantic couple coming close while sharing a bed. She loved how rough it felt. A nice contrast to the softness of everything else. Here was something Luna could actually cling herself around to, could hold onto, could actually do something against it.

Which was why Luna slipped her arms around the nipple, lifting the rest of her body upward, slamming her crotch into the skin. At once, her legs wrapped around and hugged Twilight's tit, which held her upside down body.

Then Luna began to enjoy herself. Oh, yes, she did. Luna loved having her face pressed against Twilight's tit, feeling it wedged against her own bust, her own breasts, slipping them apart as smooth hardness filled into own chest.

Here the tiny girl was, hopeless and in love with the giant, who was able to hold her miniature body with something as small as her nipple. The idea thrilled Luna! To wrap herself around Twilight's nipple while she walked, clinging to during while the breasts behind her jostled, forcing her to hold on even tighter.

Luna closed her eyes and moaned. Her own imagination was playing with her lust again. She could never fight it when she got going. When it got going. Slowly, and forcefully, her thick hips banged against the rough skin, enjoying the bliss that came from having something hard press into her tight little pussy.

But that wouldn't be enough. Not for a second go of it. Luna licked her lips, wrapping her arms even more tightly around the massive tit, all while it rocked slightly in place, the giant reaction unconscionably to the tiny. Luna guided her hips across the long rod, enjoying the skin rubbed, nearly scratched at her red lips, teasing her of a future release.

Give me more.... give me more! I do not want to waste this moment underneath her breasts! Luna continued to flick her hips against the enormous tit, feeling it shift and quake, making the ceiling of purple ripple ever so slightly from her movements. A thousand years dreaming about something like this happening! I should have dirtier thoughts than simply this.

So. Luna's mind picked up the pace. While the rest of her body humped the massive tit like a horny dog, pounding and gliding her hips over the smooth hardness, her immigration sparked to life with lust.

She could see it so clearly with her eyes closed. Her Twilight walking across the room with a tiny girl clinging to her nipple. The giant would be more cheeky with this shift of power. The lonely nerd finally given social power—or just power.

Luna moaned, her pussy aching, itching, burning for release. The massive giant would tease her, joke about how something the once powerful princess was nothing more than a nipple holder. How she had to cling to something so small and sensitive, that something like that was now powerful, able to dominate her tiny body.

Twilight wouldn't send a hand down there. No. That would just be a waste to smash the tiny princess into the purple pillow behind. The powerful student had proven there was a cheeky side to her personality.

Rather than that, the giant wouldn't partake in the sexy torture. If something like her tits were able to crush the tiny princess without her acting, but by only moving, then why expend any effort? Make the little girl endure to her; not the other way around.

So. Twilight would bend forward to her dresser, forcing the princess to cling even tighter to her nipple, slamming her pussy against the skin, wrapping her legs around the appendage dearly, knowing what would happen if she didn't give it her all.

The distant and thunderous laughter would only serve to turn the tiny girl on even more.

And when Twilight finally did stand back up? The rushing rise of her boobs lifting into the air, then rippling and jiggling back into place, the constant shock waves would try to knock off the tiny prisoner. Even is Luna endured, she would only become a prisoner in a new way.

Twilight's soft and sultry voice would tell her to look up, to stare into her incoming doom. And Luna would. She would look up from the tip of the tit to see, far away and in a blurry field of black, the opening of a cup.

Yes! That! Give me more of that and that! Luna let her tongue roll out of her mouth as her humping blurred on its own. Not only that, but she felt the very thing she had wrapped her body around beginning to grow. The slumbering Twilight could feel the tiny humping her tit... and it was growing because of it. Twilight is my everything! Let me be dominated by her!

And her imagination fulfilled that request.

It was meant to be a form of punishment, torture even, clinging to a massive nipple while a field of durable black fabric came hurling around it. How the light of the world would be snuffed out the moment the article touched down around the breast, covering it, entrapping her.

It would secure Luna against the fullness of Twilight's breast. No longer would she have to cling. Once the bra was one, the giant girl would laugh as she did the knot over her back tighter than necessary, enduring the tightness of the cup bore into Luna's back incessantly.

And then Twilight would go on happily with her day, knowing of the tiny prisoner inside her bra. It would splash some flavor into her day. Ordinary actions would cease to be such. Reaching for something meant her bra tightening, and the tickle on her nipple would evoke surprise and sudden pleasure.

Even if she forgot about Luna, with everything she did, Twilight was bound to get constant reminders.

Luna's eyes shot open with the final thrust of her hips. Her pussy slammed against the towering hardness, feeling some of its girth slip between her mounds, pushing them apart. Knowing it could never fit inside, she clutched her legs tightly around it, pressing it against her pussy as hard as she could, feeling herself explode at its touch.

Luna closed her eyes, and her expression clenched at the orgasm. They made her feel like a little girl again, for whatever reason. This one was slightly weaker than the one before, if only at being unable to do anything with the sexual object.

Her pussy tightened and clenched, torrent and splash and current of gooey, milky cum rushing past her lower lips and splashing against the pink tit. It leaked downward. Slowly. Thick, and with a musky scent. It touched the midnight blue furs, soaking them, clinging to the strands.

Luna didn't mind the feeling of getting wet by her own wetness. She wanted to end to experience by getting drenched in sexual juices and sweat. But not hers. No no. She wanted to be Twilight's little toy. She wanted to reek of the other girl for weeks, maybe even months.

That was why the princess wasted in no time, upon limply falling from the nipple, to continue her trek across the sheets and boob. The fullness of the latter weighed down on her again, but no longer bring her excitement her. She would be seeing them again soon. But only in a different way.

Author's Note

Judoon and I are pals.

Damn good pals too. Lazy Reader as well. Hell, throw in Iamgoku in there, and you have the three musketeers of micro! These guys, without a doubt, make up some of my favorite commissioners. Why is this the case? It's because half of the time, all we're doing is shooting kinky micro ideas to write. How we can make a situation even diritier that what our already perverted minds have whipped up.

And I like this.

Two years ago and no one knew. Micro was just a thing for me. Never talked about. Not once expressed. This hidden aspect of myself that only I knew about. A bit damning and condemning at times, sure, but it wasn't an unbearable pressure inside of me.

Just... something that would be nice to someday express.

Now I have my own group of friends. Now most of my work is micro. I didn't think I'd ever write micro. And I sure as hell didn't think I'd become good enough for people to pay me to do it. It is seriously one of the sickest periods in my life.

This isn't really my usual author's note. Forgive me for that. All I wanted to say is a big thanks to Judoon and the readers of these micro fics. Even if their size isn't as small as their characters, I am glad to get to share these words with someone besides myself.

Be a Bro; Write Macro
~ Yr. Pal, B