Roll for Initiative

Gaining access to the mountain itself, while tricky, was not ultimately insurmountable. Scaling the impossible scope of the rolling pink hills, however, was proving to be far more complicated than it had first appeared. Shining Armor sighed, pausing in his journey to take in his situation. The looming colossus of pink was as intimidating as it was inviting, and it brought to mind fantasies he'd never known. Oh, what he would give to spend his days roaming the rounded pink sphere that vanished into the horizon. To ascend and descend the miraculous wonders of his wife's behind like some sort of magical ass-sherpa who had long honed their skill from numerous climbing sessions across the plump plush posterior.

The young prince groaned and shook the captivating thoughts from his mind. His fantasies got weird when he was drunk on arousal. He let his back rest across the silky sheet of her panties, and buried his face in the downy fuzz presented to him. She smelled like heaven and felt like velvet and now cheek to cheek, Shining found himself whittling his options down to pragmatic solutions. Magic, of course, was first and foremost in his choices. Some sort of climbing spell might be nice. Oh, if only Twilight were here, she'd be able to come up with an idea instantly. Some perfect ingenious plan to- His thoughts came to a screeching halt as that concept sunk in. If only his sister were here to help him come up with a spell to climb the monolithic mountain of his wife's pink behind while they were only a scant few inches tall and he was sporting the hardest erection of his life.

He made a mental note to visit the castle's psychiatrist tomorrow.

His cock throbbed, as if to remind him of matters at hoof and he peered up at the giant pink posterior. Something sticky on his hooves so he could walk up? Oh, he could think of several ways to get his hooves sticky right now, but no. Some sort of magic ladder? No. A grappling hook? No. Gravity Spell? He paused. Now there was an idea. He could use a spell to reverse his gravity for a few short seconds. Just long enough for him to get over the thickest parts of her rump and make his way towards her treasure trove. That would be the easiest way to go about things, at least, that's what his lust addled brain was telling him. He squeezed his eyes closed, and thrust his horn into the air, doing his best to focus on spells. The glyphs required for casting, however, came to him in a jumbled, garbled mess of symbols. He groaned, leaning against the silky wall behind him and cast his head back, drawing into a deep lungful of his wife's scent. He was entirely too aroused to focus clearly and would need to come up with something else if he wanted to scale his wife's thick bottom. Behind him, the wall shifted suddenly, and it felt like the world decided to turn itself over, flipping around so Shining landing atop his belly on soft pink plushness.

The white unicorn gave a low moan, his entire front side now sinking into Cadance's rump, including his throbbing erection, which slid through the deliciously soft fuzz of her bottom and left a messy trail of clear, thick pre.

His beautiful wife had rolled over onto her belly taking him with her. Well, that solved one problem at least. He lifted his head, regretfully pulling himself onto his hooves, and surveyed the unending landscape. A world of infinite pink that only stopped when it dipped into what appeared to be a bottomless pit. A canyon of no return, one might call it. The canyon that lay ahead of him, perfectly carved from the rolling expanse of pink slopes, was vast and unforgiving. A place of both longing and misery that Shining Armor had fallen victim to it before. Oh, yes, he'd fallen victim to it time and time again. It was one of Cadance's most powerful weapons in her arsenal, and she derived a sinister glee from deploying it without warning on her unsuspecting husband. Too many times had Shining been dead to the world after a long day of drills and training after making sure the castle was in excellent condition to defend from the Empire's enemies, after crafting new and improved defenses against what few changelings remained that followed Crysalis's rule, and after beefing up defenses against the most powerful of sorcerers. He would trudge up the stairs, barely able to lift his hooves, and with the last of his energy, he'd crawl into bed. She'd strike then, when he was at his weakest. When he was vulnerable and defenseless. Cadance would climb into bed with him, and settle herself down atop him without a word, rocking her magnificent behind in slow, sensual rolls across his hips. In short order he would be painfully erect and even shorter still, he'd find his length lost in the warm cleft of her grinding rump, hugged like a hay dog in buns. She'd grind and gyrate, grinning down at him and the whimpers that bubbled up from his throat. She'd rock and ride, waiting until he was juuuuuust on the cusp of a geyser of desire before she would stop and leave him trapped there. Pinned under her weight with his cock trapped in the warm vice of her rump. It was sheer cruelty in its finest, and there was no escaping her as tired as Shining was. He was forced to sit and watch that perfectly round ass roll and tease him, tormenting him to a turgid state only to wait once more for the excitement to dissipate, only to do it again and again and again, pulling her hips back just far enough so the broad tip of his cock brushed against the soft entrance of her puffy pink sex, then pull away at the last second. When she finally had her fill of torturing her poor husband, when she finally had him worked up into a frothy furious frenzy of lust, she'd cock her hips just so, and he'd explode into a gush of heated need, splashing his adoration for her all over her pink perky cheeks. He utterly soaked her rump in blasts of sticky cum, and with that Cadance would climb into bed next to him and cuddle him to sleep, while Shining tried to figure out if he was unconscious or dead.

Shining armor groaned, his cock giving another throb, the sensation of just looking into Cadance's deep ravine causing a needy pulse. Before Shining could figure out exactly how he was going to cross, or if he even wanted to, the world shuddered with a trembling quake of a giggle.

"Mhmmm...Let's see...Gonna need you to roll for me, honey!" Cadance called out in a sing-song voice. What the absolute hell?

Shining frowned. Roll for her? What on earth was the crazy mare on about? How could he possibly 'roll' for her when he was only a couple of scant inches tall!?' The dice were taller than he was! And roll for what?!

"What do you mean, roll?!" He barked, his voice muffled under the gleaming white panties.

"What was that? I'm sorry sweetie, I can't quite hear you back there. Did you ask me to roll for you? Well, I suppose I could. Hooooooold on..." Cadance called. Faintly, Shining Armor caught the sound of wood clattering against the floor. His gigantic wife had gone completely bananas.

"Oopsies. That's another natural one. Tough luck, Shiny, I'm ever so sorry!" Cadance sang-giggled. She was not sorry. Shining could tell.

"What in Equestria are you talking abo-" Shining Armor began to ask, only to find his voice cut off by the trembling rumble beneath him. Cadance rolled her hips back and forth, her behind wobbling furiously with her motions. It only last for a few moments though, before Cadance lost herself to fiendish giggles.

"Bet you wish you put more points into 'Climb' now, huh?" Cadance giggled. She perked her ears and winced when she didn't receive a reply. It only took a few moments after that for her to realize her husband was gone.