Part I - Twilight in the Tub
A Drop in Lavender Seas
B_25 for LazyReader
I knew she couldn't see me the moment she swung her gigantic ass over my diminutive stature. Two massive cheeks wobbled far above my head, heavy ripples across them that only I could see. They pressed against Twilight's stretched out underwear, defining themselves perfectly, deliciously, and nearly deviously—at least, what parts of her two rolling hills that caught underneath the tight fabric.
Even then, Twilight was a simple girl. Slim and thick black undies underneath a richly-dark purple skirt.
Only, I don't think she was expecting a tiny dragon to be underneath her skirt as well.
“Twilight! C'MON! I'm down here! Your stupid spell worked!” I must have looked like an idiot jumping in place on the wooden desk, but it wasn't like anyone could see me—or hear me. “Can you stop showing off your fat plot and help me already!”
But there wasn't any use. Across the expanse of Twilight's back, her white dress-shirt stretched on nearly forever into the sky, I saw Twilight's distant and blurry head, whipping about, looking around for me, but gazing in all the wrong places. “Spiiiike! You were supposed to wait here until the spell was done! Ugh! I bet he just ran off again.”
I shook my head at that. “Thanks for the vote of support, Twilight!”
Aw heck. What was the point of any of this anyway? Yelling at her, getting mad for being unseen, disliking that I was a purple speck among a land, nearly a nation of wood—it wouldn't do me any good.
“Going out without even leaving a note.” Twilight shook her head, pushing out her colossal rump while she leaned forward, the hem of her skirt casting itself over the desk. “Did he feel overworked again. Was he overworked again? Gah! I wish he would say something before he gets angry.”
Currently, however, it was hard to get angry.
The thick shadow of Twilight's plump rump darkened the wood of the desk, causing the air to cool within seconds, with the only sense of heat being the faint radiation from Twilight's hot ass. Her twin cheeks sloped in the air, perfect in curvature, each seeming warm, nearly toasty, the field of purple fur seeming to accentuate the heat.
My eyes gaze forward, from the ass and the panties and the skirts to underneath the long underside of the giant girl, seeing, in the distance, her towering arm striking down onto a shelf, elbow first, while the rest of her monolithic body leaned forward.
“Great! Now, what am I supposed to do? I wore this loose top for him!” I nearly coughed at hearing those words, finding, a second later, nearly impossible to see Twilight's enormous face. The rest of her body leaned forward, the heavy bounce of her breasts slamming into each other after being lowered, her two purple delights filling the air in the fashion of the moon. “But he's probably getting sick of all these little projects by now. Ugh! Ask him out for lunch. Why is that so hard now?”
Confusion thickened into a fog inside my head. Shaking my head did no tricks. Here I was, tiny and small, a purple speck among vistas of wood, standing in the shadow of my best friend's massive ass, treated to the smooth curves of her cheeks, the plushness of their weight, all the while, her enormous rack hung in the distance.
And not only that, but to find out that she had... something close to romantic feelings for me? I took a step back, pressing a claw against my chest, the beating of my heart feeling faster from inside my chest than it did against the palm of my claw. Looking up did nothing to alleviate my stress—especially not when Twilight's little 'habit' came out to play.
Whenever she was leaning forward—or nervous for that matter—Twilight had the habit of swaying her hips around, unintentionally shaking her butt as a result. It was always cute to see her do it! But it wasn't something that I tried to get off to... if only for her sake.
But now?
Here I was, standing in the shadow of her skirt, forced to watch her heavenly cheeks sway left and right, jiggling and rippling while they did so, the plush surface being move about with the bounces of her hips. The black panties tried to keep the cheeks together, but really, clung more so to the curve of her bottom, detailing thick lips pressing against the crotch of the article. It outlined Twilight's pussy so juicily, the thickness of the fabric only adding to the allure of what was in store there.
What the heck is wrong with you!? One little hint of Twilight MAYBE liking you, and you're already checking her out down below? My thoughts struck at my consciousness, causing my head to shake in response. I wasn't above checking out Twilight when she left the top buttons to her shirt undone, or wore a skirt a little too short, but I never... went looking for it, or staring this intensely before.
Relax, hot stuff. Focus on getting yourself safe. The last thing you want from Twilight's fat behind is to get crushed underneath it. But those words weren't quite true. While her twin, purple moons hovered above, lowering inch by inch, down below on my own body, a certain aching resonated from deep within my crotch. Or maybe you DO want to get crushed by her ass. But smothered is better. Yeah. Smothered. Not crushed! Smothered.
But I didn't have much choice in that matter.
While the giant mused about in the distance, wiggling her rear while she did so, I only now became aware of how close her cheeks were coming closer. The shadow of her rump thickened around me, expanding further, while the pleasant warmth radiating from her ass washed over my scales.
Aw, c-crud! I turned around while still looking up, seeing the round underside of Twilight bottom take more of my world and my vision underneath her skirt. She wore it short, and even it, it was a dome I would be trapped underneath. She's going to sit her butt right one me if I don't get a move on!
I broke into a dash across the expanse of wood, watching the shadow I was contained pushed ever forward, the heat of ass becoming warmer on my back. I pushed myself harder. My stomach lurched with the sudden exertion with energy. That, and it didn't help that most of my blood was being pumped into my crotch of all things.
Above, the black fabric of Twilight's panties clung to the space between her crotch and butt, and I had just run past it. Never before in my life did I think I would get crushed by my best friend's ass—or that either of us would enjoy such a thing.
But, thankfully, my dragon strength didn't fail me. My legs pushed harder while the cheeks above dropped quicker, letting me see, with scary detail, how her panties had written up the crack of her ass, and how most of her supple cheeks were exposed beyond the fabric.
THOOOM!
“Ack!” The gasp escaped me as the tidal way of air, summoned by the impact of Twilight giant ass slamming down against the desk, threw me over the land of wood. I flew for a few seconds, hitting the ground in a roll, one that took moments before I finally stopped. “Oh, Celestia. I knew her butt was big, but I wasn't expecting this.”
Seconds later, the massive flap of her skirt came floating down, a giant heap of fabric collapsing onto itself. At the moment, I was lying on my back, breathing heavily to cool my burning lungs. I then let my head roll to the right, seeing, admiring the smooth surface of Twilight's warm cheeks pressing against the wood, weighing down on it, as her cheeks then flatten against it.
And then the rest of her skirt rested against the desk, hiding the view I was admiring underneath it.
“Oh!” Twilight's excited squeal vibrated the desk against my back. “Maybe he would like it if I sat like this! Legs slightly open, showing a little panty.” I would have gazed up at the back of Twilight's head, but the dense underside of her violet tail blocked the view above. “All the models he liked wore black. But what if that was a coincidence?” She inhaled a year's supply of oxygen. “What if he hates black panties? What if he hates it when I'm being suggestive! Ugh! Have I been going about this all wrong?”
My mouth had been pried open for many reasons, but the reason it stayed open, I think, was because of the drop after bomb of truth that Twilight was dropping on me. She liked me? More than enough to tease me with her attire? Sure, the loose dress-shirts and short skirts raised my eye at first. But we'd been living our whole lives together! I figured she dress loose because of the summer heat.
But she had been doing all of this to please me?
“Oh, what's the point? Today's already a mess.” The towering structure of the girl started to move, the waterfall of her tail dropping closer to me while the bottom of her skirt rose. “I might as well take a bath. Maybe it'll help me to try and forget about all of this.”
It was hard to think, to process Twilight's thunderous words, much less when strands of her tail flicked over my body, weighing down on my chest. There was no way I could just let her leave like this. Not when she had said so much, showed so much, and I had done so little in response to all that.
And not only that, but I still needed to let her know that I was here, that I was tiny.
So it didn't come as much of a surprise to me when my claws grabbed the strands of her tail out of reflex. When her rump rose off the table and the distant clacking of her feet roared through the air, it was followed by my minuscule screams as her tail whisked me up into the air.
I flew a few inches up, over the top slope of her tail which, thankfully, I landed on again. The scratching of strands whispered in my ear-fins while the dense foliage of her tail held me safely above. Even still, I laid forward, hugging the bunch of her strands as I could afford to hold on to.
And then Twilight began her trek to the bathroom.
The force of the breaking, distant, torrent of pouring water was greater than any typhoon, louder than the greatest waterfall at Canterlot, and could only be drowned out by one thing: Twilight's cute, adorable, and awful humming.
The walk to the bathroom was terrifying. Holding onto her tail turned out to be a bad idea when Twilight, always playful with her body, was known for swigging her butt, and thus, tail about while she walked. She wasn't trying to be sexy, but rather, was naturally playful with dangerous things.
Not that she had any clue about the power that her ass possessed.
Which is what I was currently suspended over. Every sway of her tail had knocked me deeper into her tail, aided by the heavy rumbles from every step of her foot, causing me to sink nearly to the bottom of the dense strands.
The giant Twilight had then gone inside her private bathroom. She started the tap before walking back to the mirror. I became memorizedby the sight. Why? Because the massive girl covered every inch of the glass. She played with her reflection, sticking out her chest a little, the purple fuzzy balls barely contained by the lose collar of her dress shirt.
Twilight looked stunning and sexy, but at the same time, cute and adorable. I knew I shouldn't have been looking, that I was the little perverted dragon holding onto her tail of all things, but I couldn't help myself. My heart warmed when she clasped her hands over her crotch, using the sides of her arms to squeeze against her breast, making the heavy, lavender orbs even more pronounced.
“Maybe he doesn't like them.” Twilight's pulled her arms away, staring directly down into the tight abyss of her cleavage. “He's always liked Rarity's more, and she's at least twice my size. Maybe I should grow them? Ah! Hello, no? He'll know for sure that I feel cheap if I tried something like that.”
More and more, I found my voice stuck in my own throat, unable to speak, even if there was a chance of me being heard. It was killing me all the little cues and clues that I had missed from her. Best friends for life, and yet, I didn't know all this time how deeply her affection for me went.
Or why she even liked a dragon like me this much. She knew me better than any other. What about me after so many years together could she have desired? Cut that out! You're just going to maker yourself depressed thinking like that.
I tried shaking the dark thoughts out from my head, but as soon as I head, my stomach lurched as my world turned. Twilight had turned herself to the side, her fingers pressing the remaining buttons to her shirt. At once, I looked away, setting my gaze instead on the mirror—where the source of my depression struck full force.
Twilight's towering body filled every inch of that mirror with the utter beauty and sexiness of her body, from the tight bust still big enough to fill out of frame, to the slender and subtle curves of her frame to, finally, the surprising plumpness of her ass that protruded from her body, calling to the eyes like a siren's call did to the ears.
And then, across her tail, I saw it: my tiny little reflection. There I was, a speck of purple, a tiny dragon clutching not even to an inch of Twilight's violet tail. Here she was, so tall, so big, so perfect round in all the right places, and taut and tight everywhere else. And now, everything great about her was now also giant, while I, this tiny desperate dragon clung to something like her tail.
I don't know why my mind hoped to it so quickly, but at once, it felt like I was almost clinging to a... goddess.
I blinked after thinking that, but no matter how much I tried to fight the idea, it only revealed itself to be even more true. Gazing up at her back, I watch the wall of white cloth loosen around the expanse of her purple back.
My tiny body cowered even more into her tail, digging myself between her strands, as if they would protect me from the fall of her shirt. But for whatever reason, it hung around her body while she leaned down, her slender and towering fingers playing with the front of her skirt.
“So much for trying to darken my attire.” I couldn't see what was happening in front of her, but I saw the result of it. A thundering metallic click rang into the air, followed by the sounds of fabric collapsing onto itself. “At least I can give these tight undies a break.”
Aw, crap.
I already knew what was going to happen before it did. High up above, the massive face of Twilight gazed down at me from over her back, though thankfully, the strands of her tail covered my minuscule body enough.
Seconds later, her skirt collapsed onto the ground below, leaving the giant's bottom bear. I had to keep my mouth from watering. Twilight's hips stretched out before me, the expanse of her lower exposed underneath the shortness of her shirt. Following her curves meant turning my head all the way to the left, where I saw her body sweep for miles, curving, ever so slowly out of sight.
“Give me a small chest and a big butt, because sure, everyone likes butts more than they like breasts!” The booms of Twilight's voices substituted from the frustration that softened her tone. Down below, I suspected, her fingers were struggling to pull her panties down. “Every guy wants to shove their face between a rack, not between a pair cheeks. C'mon, a little shake now when there, we, go! Just a little shake now!”
W-What!?
There wasn't time to respond colossal cheeks swung left and right, sending her tail flying in the same directions, knocking the tiny dragon deeper into its density. I cowered, flailing my claws in the air, hoping to grab onto something, anything, only to feel the branching holding my back suddenly give way.
“Ah, c'mon!” I screamed while the whisper of wind cut into my ears, the bridge of Twilight's tail shrinking out my vision. Here I was, falling to my death, all because Twilight just had to shake her ass while taking her underwear off. “There has to be something that I can do!”
My answer came in form of the very thing that doomed me.
The current of rushing air was hard to turn against, but flapping my wings to life, I twirled my body forward. In the great distance below, the plump, colossal, purple butt jutted itself out, all while fingers on either side, with their tips hooked inside the black underwear, struggling to pull it down the fatness of her cheeks.
“You have got to be kidding me!” My destination became clearer every second my hurtling body fell toward it. Twilight stuck her ass out while pleading with her underwear, tugging at it delicately to come off. “There is no way I'm getting stuck on Twilight's butt!”
But my complaining didn't mean a thing. Below, her twin cheeks loomed, sloping out further than my eyes could drink in. It didn't help that I was flying to their center either. Over my back, the desperate flapping of my wings did nothing to stop gravity's pull on my body.
It's with this that I took a long breath, held it in, and then accepted my fate. It wasn't my plan this morning to find myself tiny and flying into the crack of my best friend's butt. But there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. The top of her twin cheeks were approaching, each one looking soft and fuzzy and warm, so much so, that the fear pumping into my heart quelled for the moment.
And then it happened.
I wasn't expecting to have so much of an impact, but there was a small pride welling in my heart when my body crashed into the softness of her right cheek. The surface impressed from under my weight, eating away my momentum while my body sunk into her plushness, feeling the heated fur collapse around and over me, comforting me, at least, for a few seconds.
And then Twilight's squishiness held me no longer. It rebounded me at once, flinging me up into the air, though, of course, I came crashing back onto the cheek. It still rolled and rocked to the sways of Twilight's hips, the jiggling and rippling of her cheeks sending me tumbling left.
The curve of her cheeks sloped to the left, then dived right down, its plump partner doing the same on the other side. If I could stop my body from rolling, to flex my aching wings, then maybe I could have prevented my fate—but I had already accepted everything that was going to happen.
When I had reached the top slope of her right cheek, I had done so landing on my butt, feeling Twilight's purple softness rise against my own, around my body, comforting me with her warmth. The purple fuzz coating her skin tickled in-between my scales.
I watched the slope of her cheek dip inward into the crack of her ass and, feeling my legs and the rest of my body being pulled toward it, knew that I didn't have any choice in the matter. I was going to slip into the butt of my best friend's massive ass, one who apparently like me, and one who would have no clue about it.
Would that make her... happy? To know she has the dragon she liked trapped by her butt, in-between her cheeks, and forced against her crack until she lets me out? Wouldn't that be rich. Being pounded by her cheeks while she walks, all while she debates what panties to wear to make her ass look better.
But for whatever reason, I wasn't getting angry about all of this, but rather, aroused. When my body went over the edge of her cheek, and my frame slide down and into her tight crack, the plush walls of either seek rubbed against my sides, slowing me, while the pillow-like substance of her tush gave gave my feet something to press again.
“I... swear!” Twilight's voice echoed from somewhere high above my prison, of which, I finally had come to stop. My tiny body wedged itself near the top of her crack, her two purple plush holding me snug in the middle, with enough space for me to rest my claws on the tops of both of her cheeks. “This is the last time that I wear a size under!”
It was crazy to see a girl change her underwater while being nestled in her rump.
From my cushioned seat, I watched her long fingers continued, far down the slope of her butt, struggle to keep pulling her panties down from her ass. The pressure on my sides intensified the lower her undies were pulled, holding her supple cheeks tightly together in a last act of resistance.
Ugh! This... this isn't fair! The walls blanketing me on either side started to rise over me, welling up against my frame, suffocating me into their depths. When her underwear held her cheeks together, they caused their tops to crush into me, sinking me deeper into her crack. And what's worse... is I think I'm getting off to this!
It was true. The aching in my crotch could be held back no longer. While Twilight suffocated me with her ass, my cock had come out to play, denied too much pleasure to be kept away. The purple plushness wobbled up to my neck, forcing me to throw back my head, while all the while, my cock sink into the supple surface of her cheeks.
Why are you fighting this for? Your best friend has admitted her feelings for you, and you are more than turned on by her body—especially now that it's gigantic. You're in the top of her crack while her cheeks roll over you. Why deny yourself anymore pleasure. Twilight likes you. But now it's your time to find out if you can like her back.
It wasn't the best excuse my subconscious would whip up, but with how I was being drowned in tons of Twilight's ass, I couldn't give it all that flack. The head of my cock became cooled by sinking into Twilight's cheeks, its fuzz rubbing over my skin, but it only teased pleasure—never fulfilling it.
So I couldn't be blamed. There was no shame to be had when I rocked my hips against the rolling waves of Twilight's tush over my body. My cock poked into her rump, over and over, delighting in how it sunk, in how her softness rolled and flatten over my length, like it were trying to snuff out the flame within it.
“And there we go!”
I nearly cried as the rising of the cheeks suddenly jiggled away. My raised arms sunk to my sides, and when the twin cheeks wobbled back, they did so crashing into my arms and body, keeping me stuffed and snug deeper into the crack of her ass.
“But what in the hay was ticking my butt during all that?” My eyes widened at the sound of her words, and my stomach churned at feeling the world begin to turn, the heavy ass I was cast within being swung about to the front of the mirror. “I swear, sometimes this big butt is not worth all its trouble.”
Despite everything that was happening, that little remark was enough to warm my heart a little. Twilight had only been complain about the parts of her body like they weren't drop dead gorgeous. But at least now she knew she had a big butt.
Not as big as it was to me, but still, it was close enough.
But now Twilight was pushing her rump onto the bathroom sink, sweeping the waterfall of her tail to the side. Way high above, I saw her face in the mirror, gazing intensely at her behind. What made my fear worse about all this was how I could see myself.
I was small, sure, and only my head was poking out from the top of her snug crack, but Twilight never let anything escape her gaze. One wrong detail, something feeling amiss, and she would be sending two fingers to pluck out that tiny thing wedged within her buttocks.
As much as Twilight liked me, I don't think she would have liked me being in her butt as much.
So. What did this mean I had to do? The answer seemed so counter intuitive, but if I didn't want Twilight catching me inside her ass, then that meant I would have to climb even deeper into her butt. To descend lower into a girl's crack...
The humiliation of being caught in some girl's ass should have wounded my pride, the act of climbing even deeper inside being an embarrassment of my ego. Something like Twilight's butt of all things was not only able to swallow my very existence, but to keep my trapped inside of there, all without the girl herself knowing.
And for whatever reason, my erection raged in pleasure at the idea of that, of being sunk in Twilight's butt while she went on, unaware of the happenings between her cheeks. Even more were those tickles that I could make her feel. She already dressed loosely for my sake, but if I could make her feel frisky without her knowing it was me?
Twilight was a powerful princess, a knock out babe, and now a towering goddess to me, and yet, knowing her kinks and her weak spots, and her overall, she didn't seem all that overpowering to me at the moment. Her body did, like it was a thing of its own, but the girl behind it no longer scared me as much.
So maybes that's why I let myself wiggle so easily deeper into her crack. The sides of her cheeks kept my arms pinned against my body, meaning that I was left to shake and move in place, slipping through layer of layer of purple tush, the light becoming snuffed the deeper into her butt that I wiggled.
And it was a good thing, too, because the hollering gasp from above confirmed that Twilight could feel the traces of my movements. My stomach lurched, and my mouth cried as she nearly pressed her rump against the glass of the mirror. I couldn't see much of the outside world anymore. Only through the slit between her cheeks I was treated to glances what was happening outside her ass, and when I felt her cheeks suddenly beat and collapse into my body, I figured she might of struck some of her butt against the glass.
“I am never wearing those panties again.” Shudders coursed through the titanic length of Twilight's body, shock waves coursing out through her ass as a result, causing her open cheeks to jiggle in the air, smothering me, up and down, in wave after layers of purple tush. “I swear, I always feel tingly after I take them off.” A heavy sigh soon followed. “Hopefully the bath will help with that.”
My heart stopped at hearing those words and my fears began with the marching of her steps. Twilight's behind winked around in the air, the heavy thumping of her steps sounding below, the only cue I had to the happenings of the world from outside of Twilight's tight tush.
Though I was granted a greater view of that world when, once more, Twilight stuck her ass out into the air, the sending shooting sending me forward out from her cheeks, a shinning light then blinding my eyes from above. It was hard to tell what was happening, but when I heard the heavy squeaks of the tap, followed by the tsunami of pouring water suddenly ceasing in sound, it wasn't all that hard to work out what had happened.
Twilight had leaned over to stop the water and now, with the tub full, was going to submerge herself into it with a tiny dragon wedged inside her bottom. For whatever reason, while I felt her legs rise into the air, putting me and the walls of cheeks at a tilt, the implications of being inside Twilight's butt while she got into the bath hadn't hit me.
But when she stepped into the tub, with my body near the edge of her cheeks, granting me to the sight below? I saw many vistats away the ocean's worth of water before. Deep. Wide. Dangerous.
Author's Note
Been a while since we've had a micro story focusing the best boy on the show. Despite this, however, this story was written six months ago. Back when I first opened my writing doors to fellow lovers of micro.
And despite how terrific of an idea and concept Lazy and I had here... the self-consciousness of writing for others got to me. Maybe you'll see bits of that curse within passages of prose—but I sure as hell hope not.
It was only coming back to this idea that I really enjoyed the idea for the sake of it. Though writers are paid to say a thing or two about the people they write for. When it comes to outlines you can expect nothing but honesty from mesa.
They're terrific and sexually wonderful to the point that sometimes I read them to get turned on. With that strange thing out of the way, I hope you enjoy the tale we have to tell in Part I & II.
~Yr. Pal, B
Part II - Spike Trapped in Her Bum
~ II ~
Spike Trapped in Her Bum
Twilight let the flat, purple islands of her feet splash and sink into the depths of the clear ocean, everything, somehow, contained within towering white walls of porcelain white. Even seeing it from my vantage point—tucked between the purple cheeks of Twilight's tight ass—did nothing to diminish the immensity of it all.
“Nnngh! No, no, no!” My stomach lurched as the meteorite that was Twilight's ass lowered toward the waters. Her slender hands reached to the sides of the tubs, assisting her descent, but allowing her body to tilt. “C'mon, Twilight! Notice me already! Crushing me with your butt... this probably wasn't what you had in mind!”
Pointless.
I wiggled. Left and right, against the tight walls of purple fur, trying to escape, but feeling only their softness rubs over my shoulders and down my frame. Smooth. Warmth. Pleasurable. They swallowed my moments, while her mile-long crack devoured me to my chest. Only my head poked up and out from Twilight's butt; it made me feel silly and weak.
And pleased. The sunny touched cheeks pleasured my senses, teasing throbs and tingles from my aching cock. But what did that matter? Those supple cheeks would be the same ones to softly crush me under the incalculable weight of the lavender behemoth.
Then the waters below started to rise. The lurching in my stomach twirled my internal organs around as the amethyst sphere hurdled for the water. I expected to slip and fall and then be crushed.
“Ack!”
The cheeks clapped and smothered over and into my frame! I shot a claw up only for the opening of her crack to swallow me whole into its depths. Purple flesh pressed into me, layer after layer, ton after ton, not even a pocket between Twilight's buns to catch a breath in.
It didn't make any sense to my oxygen-starved mind. While would her ass take me now when it was supposed to crush me? Then I realized. A few blinks followed by my final exhale. Twilight was clenching her butt before bracing the water!
My excitement rose like rushing water flooding my tight prison, the gigantic derriere crashing into the see-through sea, striking my ears with the same intensity as a pelting current at the bottom of a great waterfall.
Only, I was in the middle of it all, and was quickly swept away.
~ Twilight ~
“What the heck is wrong with me!?” Even the rushing warmth of the water rising against my fur and my skin did nothing to quell the frustration that burned at the center of the chest. If anything, it only warmed that burning heat to the rest of my body. “Dressing loose instead of just saying something.”
I sighed and shivered at the currents of water flooding through my butt, enjoying the sensation for a split second, along with an odd tickle—which went away when my cheeks settled at the bottom of the tub.
“This shouldn't even be this hard! I'm not even a coward—most of the time!” I shook my head and exhaled a heavy breath. That release, however, did nothing to relieve the building, swirling pressure in my chest. “It just doesn't make sense. Not even the worst villain can make me crack, but the idea of talking to Spike is just... grr!”
I reclined deeper into the bath. My body submerged into the water, everything to below my mouth, everything to before I would drown—though drowning didn't seem like all that bad of an idea anymore. Disappearing beneath the water was my way of leaving the world. In the shallow depths of the water, my soul floated, and my body felt free.
Plus, when I glanced down, the surface of water magnified the size of my beats, purple watermelons floating slightly. They looked huge. Bigger than what they really were. Maybe if Spike saw what I did, he would think they were big enough and good enough for him.
“It's always been you to make me feel better, hasn't it?” I leaned my head into the back of the tub. It held my lingering weight while the rest of me floated freely. “Anxiety attack from getting banished from the princess? You would stroke my hand and tell me everything would be okay.”
My eyes closed softly at the gentle memory, and one ended, ten more were there to take its place. “Losing my friends? I'd always have you to come home to. An issue, important or petty? You're there to talk me through it, even if it made sense or was nonsense.”
I dipped my mouth into the water, sighing, a patch of bubbles bursting before my eyes.
Then I rose back up.
“No matter the problem, when or where or why, you were always there.” Why the heck was I talking to myself? My heartbeat faster, bleeding slightly at every squeeze, making my body feel... incomplete. “But this is the first time you can't help me. And I feel so helpless and useless without you, Spike.”
My head dipped beneath the thin surface of the water, covering up to below my eyes, which then softly closed. Heat continue to course and swirl through my limbs and over my skin, expanding from within, a repressment, for which, I could find no expression.
Please... help me... Spike... somehow...
~ Spike ~
The swiping current of water rushed through the purple crack, flooding up and between the purple walls before it claimed me in its trek. Its force, the sheer intensity created from the impact, gripped my minuscule body and yanked me deeper into the depth of Twilight's behind.
G-Grip! I-I-I gotta get a grip on something!
The swirling current threw my body, up and down and around, against the purple walls. I'd crash against them, scramble over them, trying to grip the tufts of fur—which only slipped instantly from my tightest hold.
Not... good! Continuously, the current flung me into Twilight's cheeks, deeper and deeper into her crack, the course water slipping me near its bottom. Dimness of purple was my vision. Drowning underneath Twilight is only one step from behind crushed by her!
The swirling current crushed my waist, a groan escaping my mouth in a series of small bubbles. Cool became the water as it suddenly whipped me forward, twirling me in the open water, before kicks of my legs and my tail slowly righted my body.
That's it! My body slowly stopped spinning, the moving of my limbs slowly controlling more of the water. Within seconds, the momentum of the current ceased. I hovered in the open water, unable to catch my breath, but able to calm my heart. You've got this. The worst of it should be over. Look around, gather your bearings, then make a call.
I complied with my thoughts... and nearly lost my breath a second time.
Seconds. Moments. Or minutes. One of them passed. Maybe all of them passed without passing. Blinking my eyes against the water did nothing to clear them of the sight. I paddled in the space before the looming crotch of Twilight.
Twirling to my right, I first the thickness of her thigh consuming the space like an underwater pipeline, only the surface of it quivered, its slightest movement of immense weight tickling the deepest fears of my mind. Tilting my head back did nothing—a powerful light blinded above blinded the surface of the water, which her thigh erected past.
And looking forward again did nothing to clear my mind.
It was only in a space like this, underwater and floating, that I could see the sheer magnitude of Twilight's gigantic body. Of how something like her crotch, once small and petite, filled the underwater stadium that was the bottom of the bathtub.
But there was something else that made my eyes glint underneath the water. A pretty sight that I never expected to see on a girl—much less on Twilight Sparkle. It called me, beckoning my tiny body to swim forward, which it then did.
I started to swim toward what had caught my eyes, feeling the rising of her legs on either side of me, two monolithic things that could easily shift, move, come together and crush me in the middle. My mind couldn't comprehend that I was swimming toward a living thing. Something of this scale simply did not exist, and that drove my mind wild.
I can't believe I'm really doing this.
I don't know what would have made me do such a thing. Even swimming forward, one swoop of the arm after the other, my throbbing erection it harder to swim. How could I be blamed? Twilight's immense bottom loomed before me, her very ass, the chasm between the two cheeks like an underwater cave to be explored, the very cheeks plump enough to hold the rest of her body a few inches above the bottom of the tub.
And while I swam, my gaze travelled up the slope of her crotch, seeing over the purple field of her taut body, seeing it rise, rise, ascending a distance I could not swim in one go, leading into two, vast, round, lavender mountains I could not take my eyes off for a second.
They were perfect. The sunny light striking through the water shone a fine line over them both, accentuating the trim purple fur sticking up from the weightless of the water. My cock throbbed in need to be touch, at seeing the underside of the two heavy mammies rise and fall, moving slightly around, floating freely.
And between them was the greatest view of my life.
The breasts floated apart for a second, the canyon in-between striking through to the surface, where the face of a goddess loomed in the heavens. Blurry, it devoured my vision, the cuteness of Twilight with her head leaning to the left, asleep with her lips parted.
“...S-Spike...” the boom of her voice cracked into the water, muffled but striking. “..help me... please....”
The thought was ridiculous? What could a purple speck like me do to a towering titan like her? I couldn't even help myself! My lungs burned in the absence of air. All of my limbs were starting to ache, clutched one second, forced to swim across the length of a lake the next. There was no breathing the surface of the water. How was I supposed to help her?
The answer became clear once the water became warmer.
I wasn't sure what it was at first. The first wave of warmth that faintly collected onto my scales, hugging me and pulling me, trying to draw me closer to its source. I reached the plain of purple of Twilight's crotch, too close to be able to see over the slope anymore.
But I was granted something better than that.
The rising legs on either side no longer matter. Neither did the immense length of the stomach overhead. Not even the floating mountains of lavender could compare with the sight. It was a place I wasn't expecting to see on a girl, much less this close, at this size, or even on Twilight Sparkle.
But her pussy was massive.
I paddled at the base of her crotch, tilting my head back to gaze up at the two towering mounds overhead. Each protruded outward in a soft, stretching slope, its walls squishy but massive, acting like gates to some sort of dungeon. They appealed to the eye, pleasant and pleasing to look at, but not without some sinister weight behind their appearance.
And the water was getting warmer. Warmth thickened into heat the closer the undulation of the water brought me closer to the immense cunny. It scared me in a way. On a very primal sense. Here I was, in the depths of a sea, stuck with a purple leviathan unaware of me, but even still, I was hovering close to its sleeping maw.
Above didn't grant much better of a sight. Twilight wasn't the kind of girl to trim herself constantly. Whatever was required of her appearance, she complied with. But down in her nether? The thick, purple strands of hair floated in curves on her crotch. Like an underwater jungle, it was a field of rising fur that my cock throbbed at the idea of swimming through.
Could... that be it? I clutched my chest with a claw, squeezing my pec to repress the flames shrinking my lungs. Gazing up past the folds, the surface loomed too high above to be reached in time. And there weren't any bubbles of air around me as well.
Unless...
I gaze at the center of the mounds, where they tightly pressed together, a space free of water and possibly full of air. Air filled and created by the most private and brimming places of Twilight's Sparkle's nature scent... but some oxygen was better than no oxygen, right?
I swam to the middle of the mounds, the ocean now replaced by a giant hot-tub. I reached her towering slit, the folds tightly pressed together. There wasn't going to be a chance of me pulling the lips apart.
Here I had been worried that the sleeping beast was going to swallow me whole and easily, and now, I actually had to pry open the jaws of the beast and allow it to devour me completely. I stuck my hand into the slit, feeling the skin of her folds run across my wrist as I shoved it inside, feeling a pocket of air blow across my scales.
One arm went in, then with the wiggle of my shoulder, that went in next. There was a shifting. Slight movement from the mounds around me. Rushing water came from either side of me, legs shaking in the water, closing together, pinching the purple mounds together—squishing me!
“W-Whoa!” The pressing of the folds gripped my sides and, have I been any further out, would have been cast out. Instead, the pressure sent my body tumbling into the base of Twilight cunny. I hit the ground, feeling it sink then rise, like I was in a pocked made of softness. “I... can breathe!”
But then came the echo from around me. “Nnnghh!”
I crawled slightly on the slope of the bottom of Twilight's cunny. My back then pressed into something soft, and I rested against it, taking my first real breath air as I looked up. The inside of Twilight slit went up five stories into the air, and with my neck all the way back, I saw the hood of her clit marking the ceiling of the pocket—with her clit fully exposed.
“That's... not supposed to be like that. Yet.” I blinked. More groans and moans echoed and rumbled through the tiny gave. The slit started to shift, and the base of my bearing began to rock. “It... couldn't be. She may have been hot, but was Twilight... aroused?”
The cave jousted at once, throwing me left and right, nearly knocking into her slit. Something outside was moving. Spreading apart. The lips of the Twilight's pussy were started to split at the bottom, a stream of pouring water filling at the ground I sat upon.
“She's spreading her legs.” The constant rocking of the ground made it hard to stand, but I did so anyway, fighting the constant unbalance that swirled inside my stomach. “No freaking way... is she... but... if she does...”
I swallowed. I knew what was going to happen next. If Twilight was horny, and the normal me wasn't enough to please her, then Twilight was going to do so herself. Why else was she going to take a bath of all things? She was going to spread her pussy like she did her legs, and that would cause me to come flooding out.
And I was not ready for that.
In turning around, I then stepped back at digesting the view. Near where I stood, the tight hole of Twilight's pussy loomed, inviting me to gaze into its delicious depths. Warm gusts of wind expelled from her tunnel, big enough for me to fit, to be safe, to be warm and to recover.
“But this is Twilight!” I screamed to myself.
My thoughts didn't waste a second.
But didn't Twilight ask for you to help her?
~ Twilight ~
The tickles roused my eyelids slowly apart, my drained mind forced, slowly, to come back to life. I didn't want to. I groaned and I moaned and went to stretch my arms—which the tickles became like itches the poked into my pussy.
“Nnnghmm?” I took a second to devour the sensation. Small but precise. Little digs at sensitive places. My thighs closed at the pricking, wanting to snuff it, but enhancing the tantalizing tickles. A warm breath blew over my forgotten pleasure. “Maybe. Mmmhmm. Maybe maybe.”
I felt cheeky. Lifting my legs out from the water, the splashing of water running down them pleasuring my ears, I set them both apart on separates rims of the tub. My pussy tingled at the freedom. Something was playing with it. A phantom sensation.
Emotional exhaustion could have its perks sometimes.
“What's this? You've decided to join me in the tub, Spike?” I gave a cute giggle while my fingers had dived into the depths of the water, the tips of my fingers teasing the slit of my cunt. Electric shocks of pleasure touched my spine and quivered my thighs. “No no. Y-You don't have to be shy! We're both new at this and, well, I-I've been wanting to know what those claws of yours can do for a while now.”
I gazed down the length of my body to the hand wedged at my crotch. It all looked so... dirty down there. How ready I was to just plunge and pump my fingers into my cunt without an inch to spare during it all. Even more was how my other hand went for my floating breasts, choosing the left, slipping my wrist around my roundness. I enjoyed how my forearm sunk into my went fur; I enjoyed how my fingers twerked my sensitive nipple even more.
“Yes, Spike, like that. Please.” My fingers grew tired of tracing the slit between my mounds. They rose, higher and higher, sinking into my slit, going up to where my real treat awaited. “I've wanted to feel you down there for so long. Trapped by my cunt. I could keep you down there all day.”
The idea of Spike being inside of me, his cock finally entering me... I'd want him to stay in there forever.
