Exploring a Giant, Nude, Sleeping Twilight

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 18323

Luna shrinks herself to explore, appreciate, and pleasure every inch of her Goddess: Twilight Sparkle. Thankfully, the giant girl sleeps in the nude.

Luna shrinks herself to explore, appreciate, and pleasure every inch of her Goddess: Twilight Sparkle. Thankfully, the giant girl sleeps in the nude.

But as Luna is sure to find out, even when a giant is asleep and unaware, there is still plenty their bodies can inflict upon tinies. Especially ones sneaking through the valleys of purple cleavage and avoiding being crushed by a hefty rump.

...not that Luna minds any of those things, right?

Not only that, but why does it feel like Luna isn't the only one around Twilight's massive body?

Tune in to find out!

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Published 2019-06-21 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-21 03:20:01 UTC

Part I - Underneath the Blanket

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

Part II - Underneath the Enormous Rack

Part II

Underneath the Massive Rack

The only struggle came when she reached the end of Twilight's right breast, finding the slope of it starting to rise, more and more, that she could lift some of her body without having to suffer for it. But it was still cute when she reached the end. Her small little head poked out from the underside of the breast, drinking in the cool, fresh air.

Luna found her arms still snug against her sides, the fullness of the purple breast again bearing down on the rest of her body. It must have looked comedic if anyone could see it. The princess wiggled and rocked her body, inching her body forward, sending ripples across the small portion of the breast, which fatness seemed like it only wanted to suck her back under.

But Luna fought her way out from the enormous rack. And she was well rewarded for doing so, too. Standing up tall and gazing afar, the first thing she saw was the base of the massive, white pillow. The blanket rose up to greet it, and the purple giant sleeping on it, with a gap to the left to the outside world.

The last part of the journey was the easiest. Afar, the soft, rhythmic breathing blew through the air, accompanied by the light wrinkling of sheets. The gentle walk from beneath the blankets into the world of gigantic proportions served to slow Luna's heart. Finally, after the pleasure and pressure from lodged underneath Twilight's huge tits, a little relaxation was well deserved.

Not that it was meant to last long.

Luna's little body stopped before the stretching, white expanse of the large pillow far quicker than what she would have hoped—but the sight more than made up for it. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Innocent. Titanic. Twilight's slumbering face pressed against the pillow, filling every inch of Luna's vision with purple, weakening her legs at the very scale of it.

Luna knew she was small, but didn't know how tiny she was to the massive purple girl. Her very face stretched on and on, utterly huge but cutely tight, her plush, fuzzy lips resting close to the white cover, plump and juicy and crying to be touched and kissed and maybe even humped.

Why did Luna's mind often turn so dirty? She didn't know the answer to that question. Despite her quiet, nearly shy demeanor, what she was underneath it all, silently and sincerely, was repressed. Repressed! Day after month after year after decade spent relying on a decaying imagination with fingers losing their talent.

The climb over the pillow was the easiest step of the journey. Coming to the front and base of it, from there, it was merely a matter of clutching clumps of soft white, hoisting herself up, and then repeating the process—all with the monolithic, lavender slumbering face in the background.

Which Luna reached in a matter of minutes.

When she walked across the surface of the pillow, the first thing Luna became aware of was the breeze. Warm. Soft. Minty. Someone brushed their teeth before going to sleep. That made Luna smile as she reached the bottom of the giant face.

She took a moment to appreciate it. Leaning back, she tried to drink in the mountain of a face, how it obliterated her vision with everything Twilight. Two eyelids were closed, each big enough to be draped over the windows back in the castle. The soft breathing continued to tickle the ends of Luna's fur.

But was fun was there in merely enjoying the sight, really, when one could be a part of it?

Twilight's skin was buttery smooth underneath when it rose underneath Luna's feet. It was different from walking across the sheets or the pillow. The 'ground' reacted a bit more to her steps, the skin, the thin layer of fur brushing against her feet, the purple smoothness sporadically welling in the gaps between her toes.

There was a shifting feeling to it all, one that nearly rendered Luna to her hands, forced to use all four limbs to walk across the surface. Thankfully for her pride, she made it to her destination on her feet alone, watching how the ground rose up, transforming into the utter softness that was Twilight's lips.

And what else was Luna there to do, of course, then to kiss her goddess?

Luna fell onto the side of the lips, giggling at how they impressed inward from her impact, tickling every inch of her naked body. They were plusher than a pillow, elastic with life, fuzzy with the color purple. As she crawled across them to their center, the lips beneath her shifted, never opening, but massaging her tiny nude body.

And when Luna found herself finally at the center, she dropped entirely into them, kissing the massive lips and not even covering an inch. She loved how she sunk into them. How they welled around her like the warmest blanket ever, shifting with life, warmed by love, though being slowly lured on by lust.

Luna didn't care what happened to her anymore. The lips could open up for all she cared, the serpent of a tongue lashing out to collect her, lick her, then devour her. To be caught and trapped inside the moist cavern like some sort of treat. That's all Luna wanted to be to Twilight.

But she wanted to be a treat to another kind of cavern.

Then Luna's world shuddered.

The rumble of the world caused her to squeak at once, throwing out her arms either side, letting her hands touch down on both lips. Her chest jiggled freely downward, being caught by Twilight's opening mouth, the crack devouring her little breasts. They clamped down at once, suckling on Luna's jugs.

Luna threw her head back in pleasure, all the while, the larger one she was on turned. Twilight had been turning in her sleep, an island rising out of water. Instead of staring up at the tiny face, at the closed, nearly clenched eyes and tight expression, Luna instead looked down to the rest of the purple expanse, seeing the sea of blankets tossing left, exposing the lands of lavender and sexuality.

Luna decided to take a chance. She'd taken more than a few just getting here. But, in pulling her chest and herself free of Twilight's stretching lips, she then stood upon them. They sunk underneath her feet with their plushness—a hard sensation to ignore.

It was quite the vantage point. Luna stared off into the horizon filled with nothing but purple stretches of land, following the delicious curves that shaped the body she down stood on, wanting to discover every inch waiting to be explored down below.

The first choice was the two purple hills that stood freely in the open air. Making her way to them was relativity easy. There was a jump from the lips, a small walk down to Twilight's chin, a little hop onto her throat, which sank with her impact, easing the fall.

Walking across Twilight's collar bone offered a sense of hardness once more. Possibly the last Luna was going to feel for quite some time. Everything else about Twilight was utterly soft, so Luna enjoyed the solid footing of her chest. It didn't last for long, of course. Sooner rather than later, the ground sunk and welled up around her feet, tickling Luna with a plushness and softness that she knew all too well.

Luna reached the base of the two, towering breasts, which were lax and soft, sometimes shaking to the stirring of the giant they belonged to. They were peaks the small girl wanted to reach. The valley of her cleavage took the craning of her neck all the way back to see the top off.

I've already been crushed enough by those two. No, oh no. Something new is required to spice everything up. With her head already back, Luna saw the tits that capped each breast, a summit that, should she reach it, would grant a different kind of reward. Twilight has been smothering me all this time—but she has yet to fill me.

It was with this thought that Luna began to trek up Twilight's left breast. Saying it was like scaling would be too easy. Every grab, every step, caused the plushness underneath the fur and the skin to wobble. Even the tiniest move made the ground shake.

Luna was forced to her belly while she climbed the massive breast, sinking into it ever so slightly, feeling its layer of softness rise up around her. In the pocket created in the purple, she could press her foot against it, while her hands grabbed and kneaded the softness, using it to pull herself up.

The Princess of the Night laughed at the idea of all this. Climbing the front of one of Twilight's breasts while her monolithic face hovered in blurred in the distance, sleeping, with the tightest, nearly cutest expression ever seen on a girl. Her cheeks rose sporadically, followed by the wrinkling of her nose.

Perhaps the sleeping Twilight was feeling the tickles rising across her breast?

When Luna reached the peak of the soft, impressing purple mountain, she did so by rolling onto it. Lying on her back, with her every breath a fight for proper oxygen, she came to appreciate, after a few moments longer of panting, the kind of situation she was in.

“For all those years, that, I, had spent!” Luna raised a hand into the air, clutching the nothingness of it. Her chest heaved while her breasts heaved slightly to her sides. “On that accursed moon. More. More! More should have been spent... jogging!”

But Luna didn't mind lying defeated, of course, when it was atop the summit of another's girl's breast. Especially a girl that she liked. Knowing the surface of her mountain was enough to hold the tiny girl with ease nearly ushered Luna to sleep. She would be safe, warm, and enjoyed here.

Once in a lifetime opportunity, however, were not to be wasted.

That's why when Luna's head fell left, the fatness of the breast rushing up to brush her cheek, that her eyes twinkled at the very thing standing erect at the center of it. Bigger and thicker and pinker than any cock. A pole that quivered, nearly shuddering in proxy of her.

“You and I, my lovable friends, have unfinished matters to continue with,” Luna said while rising to her feet, and upon reaching them, stumbling over to the towering tit. Perky from her actions before, it stood at twice the height of the tiny. “You've crushed me. And I've clung to you.” She laughed upon approaching its base, wrapping her arms around it, feeling her chest begin to hug and flatten against it. “But don't you think it's time you've returned the royal favor?'

Luna climbed Twilight's tit like a pole, allowing her hips to give a few flicks against the smooth skin, enjoying the bliss of something hard finally smack into her softness. Her pussy was burning, aching with need, the tightness of her cunt flexing and shuddering, wanting, desiring, pleading to be filled and fucked by something, anything.

Twilight's towering tit tapered cutely near the end, the perfect kind of perkiness perfect for the upcoming job. Upon reaching the top, Luna licked her lips, fluttering her wings for the first time. She glided her crotch up onto the tip, letting its sharpness tease at her folds, promising to fill all that was hollow within her.

And then Luna impaled herself with Twilight's tit.

Luna threw her head back, and her body arched at the sudden intrusion inside her tightest of places. Her pussy clamped and clutched around the hardness slipping into her, inch by inch, filling her aching emptiness with bountiful girth.

Her legs wrapped out of reflex around Twilight's perky nipple, her plush thighs pressing against it, slowly the tiny girl's descent. It only made things better. Feeling the object slowly slipping into her body, pressing out against her walls, all while her body continued to descend on it.

But this simply wouldn't be enough! With her pussy becoming filled with Twilight's breast, she then cast her gaze outward, watching the monolithic face as it changed. The closed eyes tightened closer together, a field of rising pink overtaking the purple expanse that was her cheeks, followed then by the curling of her soft lips.

It was possible! Princess Luna smiled while rocking her hips, trying to fill her depths with more of Twilight's breast. The giant and massive girl could still feel her movements! Something like fucking her nipple could still bring the goddess pleasure, stimulating her, without her even knowing the cause!

I think.... ngnah!... it's time for your reward. Luna closed her eyes, concentrating, for the moment, on the rocking of her hips against the tip of the tit. During this, her horn lit a light-blue, the aura of her magic stretching over, in a very thin layer, over the slopes of Twilight's breasts. Your breasts are going... to become so big... that I won't even FIT on them anymore!

The jiggling jugs of Twilight breasts shuddered and quaked and shivered from the impact of Luna's magic. Slowly, surely, they expanded in size, feeling and filling out into the air, the soft flesh flopping, accompanied by a wet little sound, all around.

Then the pleasure electrifying in Luna's tight cunt shot up tenfold. Her eyes blasted open with the rolling of her tongue, the slender shaft of smooth pink expanding against her clutching walls, which struggled and failed to keep the hardness of it within her. No matter how tightly she clamped down on its side, its growing size pressed out against her pussy, filling her out to the extreme while slipping out from her lips.

The rising and shouting and screaming orgasm came, suddenly and surprisingly, when the end of Twilight's gigantic tit became stuck between her folds. It swelled at her entrance, nearly too big to slip out, utterly crushing into her tiny clit.

When Luna finally did come off the towering pillar of pink hardness, it was from being ejected off the damn thing. The end lodged between her folds grew too big to be contained by something so tight, squeezing, with a loud PLOP! out from her pussy, sending the poor girl flying in the air.

Luna's mind was in a pleased state of blurs that matched every shade of purple. A great twirling hurricane of blissful ecstasy and mind-numbing euphoria. Her wings didn't even flex while she fell. What was the point? When her back collided against the ground, now bigger and wider than ever before, it was utter plushness that rose across her back and around her sides, the softness trampoline she'd ever felt in her life.

Even when Luna had stopped bouncing, she still laid in place for quite some time, enjoying the feeling of shifting beneath her. Rolling her head to the left, she saw the other peak of Twilight's breast swelling in the air, the once purple mountains now putting the very idea to shame.

Huge. Monolithic. Giant. Those words no lingered sufficed anymore. Even calling Twilight an island of women would be putting her stature to shame. She was indescribable. It didn't matter if Twilight woke up, now, her sleepily gaze setting on her chest—she wouldn't be able to make out the speck of blue against the never-ending expanse of purple.

The wobbly ground of purple tilted into the air, the unease of balance drilling itself into the pits of Luna's stomach. She raised her head from the pillow of rising purple. Everything shifted. Was it due to the spell? Well, what else could be, unless...

Luna's face nearly collapsed into itself. In the great distance from where she laid on the sphere of softness, the massive lids of the giant girl slipped open, the following, timely blinks like a purple sky opening and closing.

The ground lurched at once. Luna was falling before she could even stand. The massive expanse of body lurched itself up, the heavy chest rising with it, sending the tiny girl atop it tumbling downward.

No, no, no! She isn't to awaken yet! The surprise is lost if she discovers her gift now! But what was the point of all that, however, when her tiny body was slipping down the soft slope of Twilight's gigantic breasts? Gah! I have to worry about not perishing here first!

Luna felt her hands dragging down the softness of Twilight fur covered boob, trying desperately to grab at it, to knead at it, to hold onto fur or softness or anything that would prevent her from falling. But there was no such luck. While she slid down, the giant girl rose, the massive chest heaving higher and straighter into the air.

And then Luna slid off the slope of the breast, the warm air rushing past her face and through her hair, the stretching land of purple filling out below her eyes. Then she fell. The front of her body slammed and sunk into the patch of purple skin in the shadow of the two massive boobs. Seconds later, the momentum sprang the tiny Luna back into the air, sending her rolling down Twilight's long, tight, and taut belly.

Above, the goddess rose. Twilight was slowly rising from her best, her heavy breasts smacking into each other with a wet sound, all her slender arms stretched cutely up into the air. With a loud yawn, she sat up proper, vaguely aware of the itch and twitch tumbling down her belly.

But the sleepy girl, with a still, hazy mind, didn't think much about it.

Not good. No good. Not good! Luna watched the expanse of purple rise up behind her, and lower below her, causing the slide to transition into a fall. Ahead, a forest of unkempt, lavender fur rose—accompanied by an overwhelming musky scent of women. S-She doesn't trim her pubic fur! It... may be able to capture me!

A hope, that was short-lived.

When the falling body of Luna came crashing into the purple crop of Twilight's pubic region, the thick, violet tip strand took her impact at once. Twilight's musky scent imbued itself in them. They parted underneath Luna's falling weight, slowing her descent, but unable to stop it.

Luna reached out in the air, hoping to grab anything, but once more, holding nothing as her body slipped through Twilight's private bush. She went shooting over the slope of the massive crotch, seeing, only for a few seconds, two protruding walls, soft and squishy, that were Twilight's mounds. They rose outward, coming to stretch and meet in the center, pressing cutely and tightly together in the middle.

Luna fell away from the sight far faster than what she would have liked. Instead, her plump ass struck into the mattress just below, a niche made from between Twilight's legs. The tiny girl had bounced in place on the sheet, feeling it rise and drop, over and over until, finally, all became still.

While Luna slowly rose back to her feet, holding her head and stumbling in place, when she finally did stand, she did so with her head tilted back. But the sight before her was too massive to describe. No matter how many steps she took backward, or even if she laid down on her back, Luna would not be able to see all the way to the top of the monolithic girl.

Buildings and towers and even castles at nothing on the shy girl.

“Oooooooh, I should not be awake right now.” The sleepy voice above murmured, following by the lazy smacking of lips. On either side of Luna, the thick, purple thighs slid closer together. “Glass of water. Then sleep.”

The springs of the bed creaked as the giant started to rise. She was going to get off the bed! While the world rocked around her in response to this, Luna crossed her arms and shook her head, eyes nearly closing together in frustration. This is what I get for not casting a sleeping spell before a shrinking spell... not that there's much point to worrying about that now.

Luna didn't want to be left alone on this bed while her goddess left, forced to wait, much like on the moon again, until her source of warmth and love returned. That would not be happening a second time. Luna wanted to go with Twilight everywhere, even if that meant being stuffed in her panties and never checked on again.

But Twilight wasn't wearing panties. She slept in the full nude! Something, when all this began, Luna was glad for. But if she wanted to hitch a ride on the giant girl, then she would need to find a place that would be as secure as hiding away in clothing.

Twilight's pussy loomed above, tight and clean and perfect, inches off from the bed which, of course, would take more than a few minutes for Luna to climb toward. Shaking her head, she glanced left and right, at the closing, purple and plush walls.

If I couldn't hold her breasts while she sat up, what gives me cause to think I could ever hope to hold onto her thighs? Luna sighed, nearly growled at herself. Time was beating by too quickly, and the same was true of her massive lover. I would be knocked off by the first rising of her leg.

The massive underside of the giant girl slid forward on the sheet, causing the ground to quake. The sheets to wrinkled, and the supple cheeks of Twilight's rump to presented themselves to Luna. They were thick and round and pressing deliciously tightly against each other, the mass flattening slightly onto the mattress, though this was due to their heavy, crushing weight.

I may never have been able to hold onto her breasts, Luna thought to herself while her feet walked toward the wake of the massive cheeks, not caring for the indention they made in the bed from their sheer weight, but if her breasts held onto me, then everything would be fine. She came to a pause below the underside of the thick, supple cheeks, a wave of heat warming her skin that they somehow exuded.

Then the cascades of groans from above ceased, and the shuffling of sheets resumed, meaning that time, finally, had run out. But since this is under Twilight, then her ass simply holding me may not be enough. If I hope to endure her walk, then I may... need to go in deep.

Luna didn't have time to invent any more reasons or excuses for her choice. The only thing she could do now was follow it to the best of her ability. It loomed before her, both welcoming and threatening at once. A grand imposing fissure that stretched for miles between lavender mountains. Its size spanned far beyond the reach of Luna's imagination, black as pitch and yet it was possibly one of the most beautiful things Luna had ever seen. Coming to the opening crack of Twilight's behind, Luna placed a hand on either cheek, enjoying the warmth that flushed from the fur and skin—even more so when her meager strength spread the flanks enough to create an entry.

“If you don't get out of bed now,” came the booming but echoing voice of Twilight from somewhere beyond and above, reverberated slightly through the cheeks of her ass, “then you'll just lie here and hate yourself for not getting up. So get uuuuuuuup.”

Luna froze while the titanic body moved. Without warning, the twin cheeks rolled forward, tons and tons of purple dough crashing down on either side of her, shooting the miniature—but not before giving her a chance to gulp—deep into the crack of her butt.

Which, of course, Twilight then scratched at.

“Nnngh. Something feels different down there.” Twilight's voice came muffled from between the cheeks of her ass. “Ugh. What am I even saying right now? Water then bed.” The world rose and fell, swirled then became still, a tightness of air constraining Luna's lungs. “Deal with an itchy butt tomorrow.”

Part III - Underneath the Massive Ass

Part III

Underneath the Massive Ass

Meanwhile, down below, and inside and between the purple cheeks of heaviness and softness, Princess Luna was currently wiggling in place within her new confines. She hadn't expected the two hills of lavender to come crashing down on her so suddenly, a shadow blanketing her one second, a crack of the biggest ass she'd ever seen devouring her the next.

She slid in easily enough. Her arms were at her sides, and they were kept there, tightly, by the tautness of Twilight's fat behind. Worse yet was how pleasant it all was. The smell, the scent of heavy musk was thicker here, slightly tinted with sweat, but thankfully, Twilight kept herself very, very clean.

Stuck in the butt of my former foe! Not that... mind all that much. Luna wiggled from in-between the tight, curving walls, struggling and wiggling, feeling the cheeks shaking and jiggling, though immediately collapsing in the space created. And if she gets up, much less starts walking, then the rise and fall of her ass will rock me out.

It was humiliating. Utterly embarrassing to be a tiny girl caught in the bottom of a much bigger girl. Twilight was currently sitting on the side of the bed, vaguely aware of the itching sensation traveling up the crack of her ass, though for whatever reason, it felt oddly pleasant enough for her to not do anything.

In fact, the sleepy girl decided to play with the sensation a little, seeing how much of it was in her head. She wiggled her tush, not the biggest one around, but with enough junk in her trunk to obliterated the space of wherever she sat.

In shaking her ass, she felt the pressing sensation starting to fade. But Twilight didn't pay it much mind. With a shrug of her shoulders, and pushing onto her feet, she rose from the bed. She paused momentarily at the new sensations of weight. There was a magnitude to her now, a pull of force like a magnet to metal that yanked at her breasts, demanding they kiss the carpet below. It nearly broke the sleepy expression on her face, but with another lazy smack of her lips, Twilight went to go fetch herself some water.

Meanwhile, in the rising, falling, and shifting bottoms, caught snugly between the two grinding cheeks of purple, Princess Luna both loved and hated her life. It wasn't very noble for a princess of her status to wind up in the ass of another girl, having her face, chest, and rest of her body ground and pounded into by two, massive, rubbing cheeks.

Even worse was how their every rise and fall served only to drag her down Twilight's crack. Freeing her head slightly, Luna set her face to the side, seeing, through the slim crack of the purple behind the expanse of the massive bed becoming enshrouded in a haze while the two walked away.

Falling out here is not an option. Luna found it hard to think when the two walls of purple kept pressing into her body, throwing her back and forth. When she stretched, when she pushed, all that happened was her body sinking into the softness of the tush. It wasn't an opponent that could be beaten. It simply absorbed and humiliated her; an empty void that was filling faster and faster with Luna's dignity. And what's worse is that the punishment of Twilight's butt is the only thing keeping me from falling! Not only that, but I have to climb in even DEEPER to stand a chance at being safe during her walk.

After the umpteenth smack from Twilight's right cheek into her face, Luna managed to tilt her head back, the back of which sunk into Twilight's tush. She looked high up, the fatness and tightness of the ass blocking most of its inherent contents.

If I had to guess, then I would say I'm barely on the outskirts of her ass. That's not good. Luna reached her arms up, freeing her chest to be assaulted fully by the crashing of the cheeks. She shifted, crying and moaning at the immense weight of ass clapping into her softness. Deeper! I need to reach the deepest part of her rump before it's too late! The pressure may become unbearable, but it's better than slipping out from Twilight's ass!

It turned Luna on. It made her thighs rub together, the lips of her pussy started to itch, and for her skin to warm underneath the surface. Here she was, a tiny girl, climbing and wiggling herself deeper into the fat behind of a massive girl, one who was currently walking, unaware another was with her, caught by her, and being pleasured by one of her most private parts.

Trapped face first between the fullness of Twilight's cheeks, Luna realized was a prisoner of lust. Caged by her own growing arousal, there was no way to escape beyond the warden between her thighs: the only key to her release,

And it didn't take long for Luna to reached the center of the ass. She knew it was so when the spreading of her arms against the cheeks split them less. When they closed up quicker on the space her feet left behind. Soon enough, when the weight of both cheeks pressed down on her immensely, she tossed one final glance over her back, losing it at the fact her own ass was being smothered by the titanic cheeks—and that the crack she entered from was nowhere to be seen.

It was here that Luna would be forced to endure everything. Near the outward parts of the cheeks, the space was loose, but the clapping of Twilight's ass kept her snug. But now? She was at the center where they were held together, the weight of Twilight's fat bottom applied constantly. Rubbing. They were still rubbing together.

Knowing that there was nothing else for her to do, that the worst that could ever happen to a princess already did, Luna decided to resign to her fate. In this strange place, where the lavender filed on her back was the same one pressing into her front, Luna found movement still possible.

The air was tight. A dense smell of lilacs filled her snout. Musk. It still pulsated around her, faintly though, but a trace, a sniff, a lick of it was enough to flame her loins with passion. A low growl escaped Luna's throat. Now was the time for her to play dirty.

She gave up resistance. The pressure of the pressing cheeks was immense, sure, and though the tiny girl was snug between them—that didn't mean movement was impossible. Luna rose her arms, pressing against the expanse of purple overhead, a pointless fight which her arms only sunk into the devious depths of the cheek.

With her arms now over her head, nothing was stopping from the full weight of the shifting cheeks. The malleable cheeks seemed to cascade around her, squeezing her body from every possible angle. They rubbed and pounded into her tiny little body, flattening her breasts, sinking into the crack of her own plump ass, while all the while, her miniature hips flicked against the flesh of the cheek, feeling its warm surface of skin and fur beat against and into her pussy with the stimulation of sexuality that the tiny girl had been dreaming for.

Twilight rocked the tiny princess with her giant ass—and she had zero clues about it.

When Twilight rose from her sleep, it was because of the itches sprinkling all over her body, something she was vaguely aware of while she slept, but only actually snapping her from it when it concentrated on her breast.

After sitting up and doing a small, cute stretch, the haze in her eyes revealed nothing about her breast. With that cleared, she wanted nothing more than to sleep, but knew her body must have been trying to tell her something by waking her up.

Which she, of course, thought was a cry for water.

But as she stood on the side of the bed, that itch came again, one still there even after she scratched her pleasant ass. It was deep within her butt, almost caught between her cheeks rather than on one of them and, had she been a bit more awake, then she might have been a bit more worried.

And oddly enough, she didn't mind it all that much. Even more so when she started to walk, feeling the sensation trapped by her booty forced to crawl deeper into her bottom, thus becoming further caught by something like her ass. It was a powerful feeling. Something she enjoyed even much.

Maybe that when she went to the bathroom sink for water, she leaned down and stuck her ass out as much as possible, feeling her cheeks come slowly apart, feeling the itch, maybe even object there fall more into her butt.

Twilight gave a sleepy giggle. What the hell was she doing? Sticking out her bare ass all to accentuate the wiggling feeling caught within it, delighting in how it fell, sunk, and crashed even deeper into her depths. Something small caught and held within the confines of her ass.

Why did it make her lips water?

Twilight didn't know why she kept her butt out, leaning over the counter with a glass cup now in hand, filling it with water beneath the tap. Without any reason to do so, other than doing so anyway, she swayed her rump left and right, enjoying, the small, miniature bouncing and smacking on the inner depths of her supple cheeks. Like rolling waves in the ocean, the rhythmic movements jiggled her bottom nicely with an ebb and flow of flexing muscle under a fine layer of chub.

The sensation seemed to spasm in response, made wild by the teasing, but never being relived. She should have scratched there. Dug a finger into her butt and scratched wherever her cheeks itched. But the feeling was too good to pass up. It wasn't normally like this, so it made sense to enjoy it while her body still rendered it, because of her sleepy state, pleasurable.

With the cup filled and the tap closed, Twilight rose the former to the lips, ceasing the swaying of her ass and instead, with a grin, raising and dropping her hips, feeling the bounce of her heavy cheeks, their drop and their smacking. Within seconds, the cup of cool water quenched the dryness of her throat.

And the destination within her ass ceased from her smacking of her ass.

“Oh, well.” Twilight set the cup next to the handles, a surprise yawn escaping pass her lips. “It was fun while it lasted.” Still, unable to rid herself of the pleasure, Twilight clenched her cheeks together, feeling her plush hills of softness then transform into grinding walls. “Back to bed I go.”

Twilight walked back to her bedroom.

Luna wasn't sure how long she'd been stuck in Twilight's fat behind. Or how many times she had gotten off either. The shifting of the purple cheeks soon came still after some walking, allowing her to drink in the tightness of the air. That was, of course, before everything lifted.

“W-What's this?” Luna cried when the prison suddenly rose, the two sloping fields of purple lifting. Her tiny body slipped backward, further into the soft abyss. “It can't be! She's lifting her rump while getting water?”

But that wasn't all that she would be doing.

Slowly, surely, and quite scarcely, the two expanses of lavender swayed, the twin cheeks knocking her back and forth, moving her through the air, lurching her stomach, but yet, keeping her in the same place altogether. The powerful clap of her rump might as well been an ovation: the thunderous crashing of the monolithic bubbles deafened the poor mare inside, while the shifting movements commanded her body. Luna had never felt so powerless, the overwhelming thickness promising to be her salvation from the situation also held complete and utter dominance over her wriggling frame. She held no power here, complete and totally at the utter mercy of her captor whom wasn't even aware of her existence.

Did Twilight know? Did the vague notion something was trapped within her massive rump, and now, was seeing it fit to punish it with the very ass it had so desired? The swaying and shaking soon gave way to rocking up and down, and the thunderous claps of the Twilight's mighty ass nearly snuffed the life out of the tiny girl.

Her dark blur fur was flattened over by the bright fields of lavender. For better or for worse, the fingers jammed in her pussy were further beaten in by the clapping of the cheeks, the soft smothering of immense weight. To be crushing by something plush—such a thing wouldn't be possible in any other way.

Luna couldn't even dig the fingers out of pussy while she came, having them pumped and jammed, again and again, following by the slapping of the two massive cheeks. It was like being caught in the divot between two hills—only for them to come crashing together in the middle.

By the time the euphoria of her Gorgas started to clear from her mind, Luna was vaguely away for the rocking and rumbles coming from outside her purple confines. Twilight must have been walking again, normally this time, causing her cheeks to not be as aggressive as before.

It's a good thing I crawled all the way in, Luna mused to herself, enough space around her to pluck her fingers out from her cunt. They were soaked to the bone, her blue fur made even darker. Her limbs were limp, aching and resting. If I were to slip, I... don't think I'd be able to climb myself back to safety.

It wasn't until her giant owner stumbled back into the bedroom, nearly throwing herself on the bed and lying down, that the next problem for Luna began. Like a sea rising and parting, the quaking of raising bed sheet came muffled through the twin cheeks. The brightness of the lavender fur and skin illuminated the depths of Twilight's crack slightly, though the current of blanket threw over the whole of her body, the world dimmed.

And then distant snores soon followed.

“Quick to rise and quick to sleep.” Luna smiled. She was currently lying on her front on the bottom cheek, sinking into the softness slightly, while the top cheek flattened over her body without mercy. “My goddess clearly doesn't waste any time.” She laughed as she began her crawl forward. “Another thing to love her for.”

But Twilight had taken to a new sleeping posting. She now laid on her side. While this meant her left cheeks now became like a platform for the tiny girl, the right cheeks was now an immense and falling sky, covering the tracks Luna made the second she left them.

But the crawl wasn't all that bad. Luna had to push her body forward, using her hands to create a crack of space for her to crawl inside, leaving the space behind her to be claimed by the rolling tush. She may have suffocated if she were claustrophobic, but to her, all of this was magical.

And, of course, intensely sexy.

So. When her head popped out from the mile-long crack of the purple rump, Luna did so greedily drinking in the fresh air. Well, as fresh as it got underneath the blanket. The air was dominated by the smell of Twilight—her scent, her scent, her lingering musk. It must have been a few days since she last washed the bed, rendering it a wonderland of Twilight Sparkle.

And there was one coming attraction Luna had been dying to visit.

Princess Luna slipped out of the massive crack of ass near the bottom of its slope. She was able to sink into it, descending down the purple slide of the cheek, one that brought her close to the circular pillar of purple thigh in the distance.

L-Let's hope they're as soft as they look! Luna pressed her feet into the cheek, feeling them impressed and then launch out, casting her away from the cheek. She fell for a few feet, the outward slope of the cheek, its apex, catching her and bouncing her afar—directly toward the pillar of purple.

Princess Luna hit the plushness of the thigh rolling, a hill much like the rest, though more round than anything else. Wherever she seemed to touch down on this girl, softness and plushness and thickness seemed to be in abundance—and that was true regardless of whatever size Luna was.

Luna took a moment to gather her bearings. Raising her head with a shake, she glazed over her head, seeing the other round pillar of thins blanket the sky with tufts of purple fuzz, made messy by rolling about in bed. Only a gap separated the thighs from pressing, something, which, Luna was thankful for.

That wasn't the tightness she currently craved.

Luna kept to the top of the expanse of the thigh, the ground hard to walk upon, even more so than the breasts or ass. It was putty to walk on. Almost like traveling across a water bed. Luna had to fight the temptation to crawl once more. She suspected that it was the desire to have her breasts sink and press into the plushness of Twilight's thigh. Giving up the final act so early would only hurt the overall arc.

So Luna continued to walk. And her walk was a short one.

The roundness of the slope began to dive downward, granting nearly close to no space for Luna to walk on, causing Luna to glance to her right. She was in the spot between Twilight's crotch and ass, the sweet, smooth center in-between.

Luna came to the sloping walls, finding herself able to hold onto the fuzz here, thankful it was longer here than in other places. Holding handfuls of fluff, matched with her legs hugging the sloping softness, the tiny began her crawl, doing her best to ignore the scent of dense musk trapped within the strands, or how the smooth surface rubbed against the parted folds of her cunt.

And the crawl, thankfully, wasn't a long one.

Princess Luna traveled with one raised leg and arm at a time. While she scaled the underside of the girl, her face had to push through tufts of fur and bushes, the scent trapped within the buzz reeking of musk. It was enough to make Luna go crazy. Pulling her into a maddening spiral of unthinkable lust, much worse than the arousal she so recently freed herself from. To throw her hips against the sloping softness, to sometimes plant her face in the dense hairs, inhaling deeply, filling her lungs with Twilight Sparkle.

So it wasn't much of a surprise that, once she reached just underneath the purple expanse of the crotch, that Luna, embarrassed, humiliated, and horny was in a mad crawl toward the protruding mounds and the slick, sweet, and delicious, lavender folds tucked in-between.

And then Twilight rolled back onto her back, though thankfully, Luna threw herself into the dense foliage. Everything was still once more. The tiny girl began her climbing once more.

By the time the tiny girl was crawling underneath the stretching slit, which flew on over the horizon of the mounds, rising and, to Luna, blocking the view of the descent. With the ground of women now flat, she was able to stand on her feet upon the squishy flesh, enjoying, nearly moaning at how it welled up between her toes.

The smell. The scent! The blanket trapped in Twilight's odor. It was like being baked in a sauna. Knowing that her body went on forever, that her skin was a wonderland, her most private places amusements to be explored.

Oh! How the dirty thoughts itched and burned at the lips of Luna's pussy. She couldn't help the hand that dived down her miniature body, her palm gracing over the furs of her tight body, letting her fingers, ever so slowly while she walked, trace and play over her own pussy.

The reference was crazy! Princess Luna bore in mind as she approached the left, sloping and squishy bound that she was touching the same thing below, that she had two dark-blue ones of her own, that impressed underneath the pressing of her digits. Her mounds were tiny against her fingertips; Twilight's rolled on like sprawling hills.

Something Luna also wanted to roll upon.

But she saved her treat until she would be inside.

It didn't take long to climb the top of the bound. Some sweating. But being trapped underneath a blanket, stuck upon a girl the size of a nation, while being close to her most private and warmest of places would do that to anyone.

But then came the next problem. Luna now stood on top of the left mound, feeling her body sink slightly into the surface. But that was the least of her concerns. Taking a final glance upward, the thick ceiling of the blanket greeted her, allowing, only through filtering it, some rays of moonlight to illuminate her tiny world.

Looking downward, however, told a different story.

Luna's previous actions on Twilight's body, matched with the friskiness seen in the bathroom, led to the bigger girl becoming excited in her sleep. The tiny girl had already breathed in a year's supply of Twilight's personal scent, but now, it was filtering the air, dominating it, making it solely her.

Was it like this for all girls? Was that tiny smell to their noses speaking little of how much air they transformed down there? Or here, right now? Luna could barely hold herself back from the idea. Of being in the panties of Twilight as she got wet and hot, being bathed in her scent, drenched in her cum, becoming, much like the air here, property of Twilight Sparkle.

But that would be nothing compared to the next course of action.

Luna had enough teasing to simply be outside the source of her pleasure. Or Twilight's pleasure, for that matter. She gazed down into the purple abyss, the twin, plush, protruding mounds, once crashing tightly together in the center, now, due to slim walls that were tucked between them, pushing them apart.

Pride welled in Luna's heart. Had she done this? Her? This tiny little girl, with little use of her magic, and zero use of her wings—it was always more fun that way—able to make the massive and her giant pussy ready to play? Well, seeing how the folds gave way to the endless depths below, it was pointless to be getting a big head now.

There was no winning when playing with Twilight's pussy, not when its depths were delicious and never-ending, with close to no light going in. This wouldn't be a matter of playing. This was a matter of getting devoured. Twilight's pussy opening up wide, tasting, licking, and eating the tiny princess. It would seal itself tighter once she had gone it, finally given its treat that would deliver the pleasure it sought—even if that pleasure only came from knowing a tiny girl was cast and locked inside the giant pussy of another.

“There may not be getting out of this one,” Luna said to herself as she stood at the edge of the mound, gazing over the border to peer into the tight hole below. It was open, waiting for pleasure, delighting in the suspense of devouring her. “At least, not for a long time.”

Being cast away inside Twilight's pussy, even for a thousand years, didn't seem all that much like punishment to Luna.

Which was why she stepped off the mound without hesitation, or why her wings did not flutter while she fell. The only thing to happen was her horn lighting in a soft blue. Its glow cast around on the rising setting around her. The texture of the folds, nearly hidden behind the layer of purple fur, were detailed to Luna's eyes.

Gazing up, she saw the tops of the two mounds, both of them shifting slowly together, and even though she had yet to make an impact, Twilight's pussy could sense the falling treat. Below, her round, tight little hole opened further, allowing the falling princess to slip into it without restriction, without even having to touch.

The dimness of moonlight disappeared around the falling girl. The air, once bearing some freshness, thickened into pure musk and girl. The skin and squishiness of the folds and the mounds transitioned into the pulsation and undulation of the tight tunnel.

“N-Nngh!” The muffled moan came from everywhere and nowhere, somewhere outside and somewhere inside, deep and close, but still sounding very far away. The tunnel lurched forward, tightening closer together while vines of white liquid hung from the ceiling. “Mmmhmm.”

Meanwhile, the falling and tiny girl, seeing the rising bottom of the tunnel, braced herself for impact as the massive girl with the fat ass finally sat up slightly. Luna crashed into the ground, the spongy ground breaking her fall. The impact made her body pressed into it, causing Twilight's juices to well up and into her face, sticking to her chest, darkening her fur, coating her pussy in juices other than her own.

Luna should have been mad or, at least, slightly irritated. It wasn't like her to take such embarrassment and humiliation willingly. It was resentment to her sister, and shame to her own ability, that caused Nightmare Moon to come into being.

But this? Being dominated by the towering pussy of the one who had beaten her, who now had her trapped in her cunt, covered in her juices, with only more on the way... why now was she loving every second of this? Why did she, the moment Twilight's buttery honey splash onto her face, respond by rolling around in the tight passage, enjoying how more of it slathered onto her, or how the tunnel shook and bounced her around?

It was punishment, in a way, but also a reward at the same time.

Both of those things, for whatever reason, made Luna feel whole.

“Glad to see you enjoying yourself, dear sister of mine.” The voice, this time, was not muffled but clear, close, and familiar. “Out of all of our subjects I expected to find you with, my dear Twilight was the least I suspected of finding you inside.”

Part IV - Underneath the Giant Pussy

Part IV

Underneath the Giant Pussy

Luna's heart was thundering in her chest, each one following the wet steps from afar, all of which grew louder as they drew nearer. Risking the raising of her head, the cum lathered face of Luna stared up at long, white, stretching legs.

“I... but... h-how!” Luna tried for different words, to cover herself up, to invent some excuse, another lie, that would cover herself in every sense possible. But try as she might, the words did not come. Shame awaited her. “Have you caught me inside some sort of dream? Is this what all of this is?”

“A dream come true, perhaps.” Princess Celestia lowered her ass to the ground, sitting hunched over the smaller girl. Her head was tilted, with lips done in a smile. “Let's just say I've known about your fascination about my prize pupil for the last little while.” A laugh. “Only recently did I learn that you enjoyed her as much as I do.” Her slender white finger rose to her plush lips, pressing against them, pushing them slightly left. “And sisters we are, bearing similar tastes, though in different regards.”

Luna could barely handle being in the pussy of her lover, much less finding her sister inside of here. The solar princess's white coat was drenched in femcum, thickened and dried, meaning that Celestia had been fooling around in the cunt of her student for quite some time. “We agreed to share everything again. And then you go and do a thing like this. Don't you trust me?”

Luna shook her head. “Of course I trust you! Dear sister, I'm glad to have you back again, and I h-have done my best to share my every thought and f-feeling with you, but... this... it's quite embarrassing!”

“Tell me about it! The Royal Sisters, rulers of the land, trapped within the pussy of a single subject.” Celestia offered a hand down to the fallen girl, who took it willingly, both pulling each other to their feet. “But you and I have always been more frisky underneath the crown more than we let on.”

Luna stumbled back after being pulled up. She glanced around her surroundings, at the circular walls that surrounded her, spongy and moving, dense with musk, welling with cum, everything followed by the distant breathing of a girl and beating of a heart. “I suppose you can say that.”

“I mean, what other sister would shrink herself down and climb inside her favorite student all to make you happy? Don't think I came here only to throw you a surprise party, Lulu.” By the time Luna could hope to look back down, her sexy sister had already stepped forward, throwing her slender arms around her sides, squeezing their heavy chests together.

Luna didn't try to fight back. Why should she? The heavy lips of her sister claimed that which had been dry and untouched for decades. She should have been shy about her chest. Celestia had a rack that made her breasts, only two C's, look tiny in comparison—but it was that comparison itself which made her legs quiver like nothing else in response.

“Despite what you say, you've always enjoyed being the small one, haven't you?” Celestia teased from high above. Even when she was tiny, Celestia always found a way to be tall, towering over the dark-blue girl. “Coming in here, fooling around here, it was all to make things... mmhmm... more enjoyable for you out there. You've always enjoyed the struggle, haven't you? To be the small one exploring Twilight massive and beautiful body, made helpless by her heaviest and softest assets?”

Luna had no response other than slight fear mixed with arousal. The twin mounds of utter whiteness, once pressing down on her rack, now filled out between her face. She tried taking a step back only for a white hand to slip over the back of her head, stuffing her face into the delicious cleavage Celestia was offering her.

“You and I pretty helpless in here, are we not? At any point, our dear host can get up, put her panties on, and we would be stuck in here for quite some time.” Luna's head slipped out from Celestia's cleavage, watching as the taut white body flew up before her, seeming to grow in scale and size, while appearing to remain exactly the same. “And should that happen, it'll be all your fault. It's been a while since we've tended to each other, sister. I believe it's your turn, after all this, to pleasure me.”

Luna's skin tightened into itself, condensing, the rest of her body shrinking and dwelling, all while the princess before her stood taller, bigger, and sexier. Within seconds, her face gazed onto the white crotch of her sister, two immaculate mounds of snow treating her eyes, a light pink to the folds tucked in-between.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” A force pushed on the back of Luna's head, the hand still there, sending her lips to the ones of Celestia's pussy. Soft, slim, sweet and extremely clean, the shrinking sister, with her face buried in pussy, had forgotten the last time she'd eaten her sister out. “Please this cunt while you still can. It'll be harder to... nngnnh!.. to do at your new size.”

That came quicker than the two hoped.

Luna had dived her face, mouth, and tongue into Celestia's cunt, licking at the sweetness of her tight passage, the pressure of her tongue constant. It helped remind her of the setting around them. That they were trapped within the depths of the slumbering girl's pussy. It was larger than any throne door, and they wouldn't be able to escape its chasm for some time.

Not that either of them minded.

But it wasn't before long that Luna found herself standing at the white ankles of her sister and, seconds after that, barely standing above the curling toes. The spongy, purple ground undulated once more, rising and falling like a tidal wave, lifting her all the while.

“Why! Don't you just look cute down there!” Luna craned her head back from the massive foot, letting her gaze travel up the length of the stretching legs, the slim stomach, the heavy chest to, finally, the monolithic face hovering high above. Celestia's sinister smile was blurred slightly from the sheer distance between them. “You know, if I lost track of you now, all hope would be gone for you, right? Doesn't that turn you on? No longer being tiny in Twilight's cunt, but being a speck of blue inside of it?”

Luna couldn't stop her thighs from rubbing together. Nor could she do anything about the massive white hand that came down from the heavens, snatching her from the ground in one swoop, the long and slender digits curling over her frame.

Luna's stomach lurched upon being lifted so quickly and easily. Before her, the white structure of women rose and fell, the roundness of the thighs giving way to the tightness of the stomach, before the ride stopped, quite intentionally, before the pink and perky nipple capping each of Celestia's gigantic breasts. “Holding my sister in my hand? Oh, my.” Luna's hands rested on the fingers, though it didn't matter—she was flown right into Celestia's right breast, smothered into the softness, slowly rubbed about and suffocated. “How I could get used to this.”

Even though she was tiny, Celestia footsteps still thundered and echoed within the living, reactive cave. The distant, rhythmic breathing picked up in pace, sounding quicker and heavier, something cute weighing the hot girl down. But the was another problem. They were already tucked in Twilight's cunt, so they didn't have to worry much from there.

The current problem was figuring out what Celestia had planned.

“You should be glad to know you did some fine work down below, Lulu.” Some of Celestia's fingers slipped from the tiny girl, now only curled around her waist, though the ball of Celestia's thumb massaged at Luna's plump behind. “Better than what I could order from any servant. Because of that, I'll help do some of your work for you.”

Luna couldn't see her captor from the base of her nipple. When the fingers had slipped away from her body, leaving her without some support, she clung at once to Celestia's pink nipple. It was perfect in every sense. Slim and tall. Hard and round. Were things different—a bit more peaceful, perhaps—then she would have loved to shove the tip of the tit and hump it until the end of time.

But that wasn't was about to happen. Instead, the fingers still curled around her drew the tiny girl back, granting her better sight of the surrounding world. The cave was starting to tighten, undulated faster, with things becoming positively heated.

“I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I will, dear sister of mine.” Princess Luna barely heard the words before she was pressed against the wall of Twilight's cunt. There was no comparison to her to it. It dwarfed her. A speck against a living and spasming wall. With one slip of a hand or a glance away, she would be lost even to the eyes of Celestia—the only other one within Twilight's cunny. “For you're finally getting your just reward.”

Luna rolled around on the wall, turning only to see, to gulp and whimper at the behemoth of her towering sister. She stood tall over the part of the reclining wall, two fingers splitting apart her own sex, revealing, in a way that only Luna could see, the tightness and wetness of her own horny pussy.

“Hope you're ready, Luna!”

But Luna simply threw up her hands, throwing them around, trying to delay, without any success, the giant from closing in. Celesta's chest smacked into the wall above, crashing into with thunderous result, with the rest of her body falling forward in a similar pursuit.

And then the giant pussy crashed into Luna. The white mounds pressed into the wall on either side of her, the parted folds gracing her, while the opening of Celestia's pussy swallowed her easily. It wasn't nearly as big as Twilight's cunt when Luna first entered, which, by now, was its own world to her.

But even as Luna crawled and tried to roll away, the giant girl above only rocked back her mighty hips—and then flicked them onto her again. This time, her legs were scooped into Celestia's tight little hole, filling the passage with her kicking feet, enough space around her for such a thing to occur.

Celestia didn't rock her hips out much the third time. She enjoyed the jiggling of her ass when she did. Oh, how she wanted nothing more than to slip Luna within her crack and give her a show of butt that she would never be able to expect. But the poor girl had endured enough delayed pleasure. Now was the time for her to be rewarded.

Celestia continued to hump the spot where her little sister was, delighting in the feeling in crushing another with something like her pussy. To know her sister was trapped by her folds, slowly being dragged into her passage, and each squeeze of her cunny caused a high pitched squeal to come from somewhere between her legs.

Oh... how dirty it all was! Here they both were, prisoners of Twilight's pussy, but even in that humiliation, Celestia wanted to alleviate that feeling. If she was going to be stuffed in the cunt of another girl, that someone would be filling up her cunt. It was a simple as that, and her sister was going to be doing exactly that.

So when she had humped the spot, not leaving an inch of distance between each one, Celestia gasped at feeling her pussy filled with a wriggly-wiggly sister. Pulling away from the pulsating wall, she gazed down, much to her amusement, to see her sister hanging out from her cunt—only her head and one arm hung out.

“Hope you've gotten a good, last look at Twilight's pussy, sister.” Celestia stood up tall, delighting in the wiggling coming from her cunt. She fought from rubbing her legs together, drowning her sister in the plushness of her thighs. “Because all you're going to be seeing now are the walls of my tight little pussy.”

Celestia didn't even need her fingers, or even her hand. Rather, she relaxed the feelings of her cunt, granting some space for Luna to crawl from. The struggles, the fighting and the trying, they were all so small and cute and utterly pointless.

Feeling her spine go stiff, Celestia then tensed the muscles in her cunt, feeling the little princess being sucked back at once. Again, she relaxed, only to pull again. She felt something tiny, like a little hand resting on her folds, holding dearly. With closed eyes, she relaxed and pulled again—moaning at the popping feeling in her pussy. Opening her eyes, a quick glance downward proved her delight.

Princess Luna had been devoured by her pussy, sucked and tucked in deep, and held still by her tightening walls. Celestia took a moment to enjoy too, the delight of having something tiny held tightly within her pussy, knowing that her sister was trapped within her, without escape, and would be forced to join her in her every travel.

Princess Celesta patted the place slightly above her pussy, delighting in the shivers that came there, the small movements that only a sensitive place could feel. Slowly, and in putting up her hands, she rolled her hips around, feeling the tiny prisoner inside being rocked about, forced to go along with her movements.

And then the quaking of the cave came.

Celestia turned in place, already knowing what to expect, but delighting in the sight anyway. Down the length of the cave, the distant slit came apart, the thickness of fingertips plundering inside the tight abyss. Luna had no clue her efforts had paid off, that her other giant lover, in her sleep, was finally going to express all the arousal that had been set upon it.

“I do suppose you do deserve a treat, Luna,” Celestia said while the tunnel quaked around her, shudders sending outward from here, followed by deep and hard moans elsewhere. The hand patting the place where Luna was slipped down to her folds, finding that, while she was filled, her cunt had yet to be satisfied. “We can both please Twilight Sparkle together.”

Celestia fell back on her ass. Afar, the two fingers probed across the walls, monstrous things set about to bring only pleasure, unaware of the tiny sitting just further down the tunnel. Arching out her back and pushing out her ass, Celestia dove her fingers into her own pussy, much like Twilight, slipping her fingers around the tiny lodged deeply within her.

When she pulled Luna out, the tiny girl was coughing and sputtering juices. Luna could not catch a break. Her fur caught every scent of girl that was not her own, and she would reek of musk for weeks, maybe even months to come. She was soaked to the bone in cum—and the games had yet to even begun.

“Do you see that, Luna?” Celestia gazed over her chest and down at her crotch, where she had it propped up between her arched legs. Her tiny sister hung out from her opening, laid over the bottom of her pussy, clearly exhausted. She barely had enough strength to look up, and once she gazed at the giant they were inside masturbating, promptly froze. “This is how Twilight is showing her appreciation for all your hard work! Hopefully, we won't drown in it.”

Meanwhile, down below and between Celestia's thick legs, Luna laid hunched over the slope at the bottom of the white pussy. All hope died in her chest at seeing the fingers, blurred into purpleness because of their sheer size, rocked and quaked the world as they rubbed across the scaling walls. Beyond, another played with the clit at the top of their prison, constant circles that made the walls around them become tighter.

“But while Twilight has me giving her stimulation to play off too.” On either side, the arching, stretching legs of white went on for nearly forever, rising higher than what Luna was able to see. Even the distant feet were blurred. Miles away, the slit, the opening of their prison, was too blurry to see and only made itself known by the trickles of light that shined in through it. “You will be doing the same for me!”

Weakness crumbled Luna's body as slender white fingers slipped over her chest at once, flattening them against the skin and fur. There was no sense in fighting. All she would be doing now is pleasing. The cunt of one while trapped inside the cunt of another. It wasn't the way she wanted to bring delight to Twilight but, at least this way, she could repair two relationships at once.

So. When Celestia's hand pumped her in and out of her tight pussy, she kicked and struggled not because of any hope of escape, but only to be the good little sex toy that she was. Celestia threw back her head, pumping her toy sister in and out of her tight little pussy, feeling the ground rise, the ceiling lower, and the sides of the massive cunt around her close in. Juices welled in abundance. All were coming close to the climax.

Luna wasn't quite sure how it happened. While the hand holding her guided her inside and out of Celestia's tight hall, more so rubbing than pumping, she soon found herself lying back on Celestia's palm. Above her, a soft, round, pink clit popped out from its hood. It quivered. Too long, it'd been untouched.

Luna went at once to make love to it. Whenever the hand guided her past it, she would reach out for it, hold it, rub it, kiss it and lick it. She would have humped it were her body not being used as a sex toy.

And then the giant beyond them both screamed! Twilight's muffled voice broke through right after her heavy breathing, little gasps of air between moans that knocked the two tinies into an even more lust filled state. They were inside the pussy of the girl, getting her off without her knowing, and they wanted nothing more than to please the giant, no matter the embarrassment to themselves.

This resulted in the passage of Twilight's cunny finally closing in, gripping the white girl sitting on her butt. Slowly, she was knocked down to her chest, the walls clenching around her, feeling her, getting off to her, while the fingers pumped in and out just before her.

Then another scream rang out. Luna, due to the force of Twilight's pussy, found herself shooting right back into Celestia's cunt, far deeper this time. The pink walls of Celestia's tunnel clutched in around her, while at the same time, Twilight did the same around and against Celestia. Luna was forced to bear it all.

If only Twilight knew of the perverted things happening within the depths of her tight little pussy. It clamped up and welled with juices, sending the fingers blocking passage for a moment. The white honey welled up, raising Celestia with it, soaking her fur, skin, and bones with Twilight's thick honey.

Luna, despite her best effort, having brought Celestia to the same orgasm but still trapped within her cunt while it happened—could not keep her eyes open any longer. They closed, slowly, while the rest of her body went limp. She reeked of musk, tucked tightly in the bed that was Celestia's cunt, all while her holder was being swept with the current of the even larger pussy.

Luna didn't know how long she slept for, or how the monolithic orgasms had finished, only that, upon waking, she felt slightly bigger and taller and, at the same time, being held in the air by the sides of her waist. Shaking her head, and throwing her hair over her shoulders, Luna gazed up into the sphere of the single, massive, violet eyes gazing down at her.

“It would appear you've woken up, dear sister.” Celestia's massive mouth split open, some laughter escaping. Over her head, the ceiling of Twilight's bedroom loomed. Thankfully, at least one of them had returned to normal size. “Did you enjoy your sleep at all?”

Luna rubbed an eye. “I wouldn't call nap anything close to sleep.”

“Well then! Don't you go on worrying about that.” With that said, the giant girl started to walk, each footstep below thunderous on Luna's ears. Her captor turned on the spot, forcing her to do the same, the two of them standing before the bed stretching on longer than any stadium in the world. “I know just the place where you'll get a good night's sleep. Thankfully for you, the girl you'll be spending it inside will be asleep for quite some time because of you.”

Luna blinked. Gazing onto the bed, the massive expanse of purple that was Twilight Sparkle slept with her body exposed, legs split apart, chest exposed. The white hand holding her swept down to the sheets, hovering her over a damp patch that, should Luna be dropped, wouldn't be able to get out of the vicinity of for quite some time.

“Enjoy the smell, dear sister, for you helped create it.” Heavy giggles sounded from afar. “Though with how you are, you probably don't smell anything different, do you?” Another laughter came as Luna was hoisted up to between the legs of Twilight Sparkle. The musky scent dominatedthe air here, with the purple pussy still quivering for a snack. “And here is where you'll get to sleep with the girl of your dreams!”

But Luna quickly glared up, from over her shoulder, at the monolithic face of her sister. “T-Tia! You seriously don't intend to shove your sister into the pussy of another, do you?”

But Celestia only licked her lips. “Trust me. I plan on doing more than just that.”

And with that, two fingers descended from the sky, touching down on the purple hills that were Twilight's mounds. They walked and danced, ever slowly, to the folds nestled in-between them. There, the fingers wedge themselves slightly into the gaping pussy, splitting it apart, just enough, to expose Twilight's tight little hole.

Only, it wasn't so little to Luna.

Luna had a hard time believing it as she was being moved towards Twilight's opened pussy, at how it quivered against the towering slender fingers holding it open. Celestia, her sister, was currently feeding her tiny sister to Twilight hungry pussy! She was doing with glee, watching the monstrous thing open up even wider at the offering of a treat. Luna held her hands before her face, but Celestia only laughed, bringing her to the entrance of Twilight's cunt.

“Have fun inside of there, Luna.” Celestia then tossed the small girl in, watching, bringing her one eye closer to Twilight's pussy, as the folds and hole devoured the tiny. She could make out her tiny sister slowly standing in the tight passage, to which, she blew a warm gust of air—knocking Luna deeper into Twilight's tunnel. “And just to make sure you don't try escaping your lover.”

Princess Celesta stood up from the bed. She felt pleased with herself. Her student slept in a bed without a blanket, and for whatever reason, a simile took to her lips. It was like Twilight knew she had devoured the tiny princess with her pussy. Or, at least, her body did. And that would be a secret it gladly held from her.

Celesta leaned down and picked up the black panties she'd left on the ground, the same ones she borrowed from Twilight before. She'd wear them just before shrinking down hours ago, wanting to make sure that, if Twilight ever woke up, that she wouldn't get suspicious upon finding them.

But right now, they would serve a different purpose.

Celesta slipped Twilight's feet through the holes on the panties, slowly sliding them up to her legs, not wanting to wake the slumbering girl up. She took delight in the suspense of it all. Of looking at Twilight's hungry pussy and, to any other eye, would see nothing, but to her own, nonworking that her tiny sister laid trapped behind the folds—and that she had fed Luna to them herself!

“Feeding my tiny sister to Twilight's hungry cunt... oh, how dirty we all have become.” Celestia slid the panties up to Twilight's hips, finding it hard to fit her ass into them. But that only made her grin even more. When she slid the front of the panties to Twilight's crotch, she saw, a second beforehand, Luna's head popping out from between the heavy mounds. “And sorry to deny your escape, dear sister. But I assure you, me putting you in there is for the best.”

And with that, Celestia pulled Twilight's panties all the way up. She took delight in hearing them snap around her waist, in the small screamed that barely made it past the thin fabric of the article. With a laugh, she did a final act to ensure Luna would stay trapped within the depths of Twilight's pussy.

Celestia brought her face to Twilight's crotch, and without hesitation, pressed her lips against the ones of Twilight's pussy. She passionately made out with the underwear, feeling the mounds and the folds on the other side—along with a slight tickle that her kiss sent tumbling inside Twilight's cunny.