Dragon Balls

~ Part II ~

The Plushness of a Soft Pillow

Adam wasn't sure how to feel after the deafening snap of the waistband. The sky of light miles above his head, exposed by the tugged open underwear, only to be snuffed and taken in a second. Adam gazed over his shoulder, some strewn strands covering his eyes, which he squinted when peering through the fog of darkness to above.

The brim above. Thick and hefty and black. The fabric conformed against and across the wall of dim green. The massive crotch felt like a field of scales to walk and play and crawl across. Smooth and flexing. Strong and stretching. A body made into a world; a crotch now a personal playground.

Adam groaned. His own joy throbbed—nothing comparing the rising and clashing and demolishing throbs and bobs of the raging beast that now held his body and his life. Adam gazed back down at it, the patch of slowly burning pink below him. Raising his head to follow its length did no favors: it stretched on into the blurry distance, one marked by the sloping walls of fabric, dense enough to block out the light, but not without patches that offered a haze of the happenings of the world outside.

Not that it mattered.

But the view? An impossibility that strained his eyes and made his mind go blank. Adam sat back on his ass, leaning onto a hand placed against the heated skin, gazing out into the horizon. The underwear that encased his world, overpowering and everything, was pushed-in by the head of the gigantic cock.

It shouldn't have possible. The underwear a broad and heavy wall, something Adam could never hope to hold up or push out, no matter how soft it looked, or how hard he tried. But this dick. The sprawling expanse of utter meat and masculinity, going on and on, twitching along the trek, pressed and throbbed and beat against it, straining the material outward to its every inch of strained fabric, an impossible feat of incalculable weight.

Adam shivered. Maybe whimpered. Dropped into the shifting of a titanic world—one created inside Spike's underwear much less.

And Spike had been standing still this whole time.

“I'm not feeling any movement down there, slave.” There it came. The husky voice echoing from outside the ebony fibers. A powerful voice both everywhere and nowhere. The fear of such a thing made Adam lean forward, hugging the pillar of a dragon's masculinity. “If you ever want to see the world from outside my groin, then give me a reason to take that underwear off. Unless you really enjoy it in there...”

Adam blinked. His body fell, chest and belly, against the patch on the cock he covered, feeling the coursing underneath warm every inch of his skin. Weak. Pitiful. Wanting. On top of a thing so strong, so dominating, belonging to another guy, a shaming act, a loss of power, ultimate submissions to a dragon's cock.

But Adam... didn't care. He couldn't. While his body laid against the surface of the throbbing member, somewhere at its lower middle, the musk of the product rose and permeated the air, spicy, but not intense. It tickled, but never filled, no matter how much of it his lungs drank in.

“That's a bit better. You're hugging me, aren't you? Well, clinging to my dick, rather.” Amused chuckles of a supreme being echoed in from all around. “Even though I'm looking down at my underwear, I can't see you. Only my cock pressing against the fabric. A girl could jerk me off down there, you know, without knowing you were there.” Another laugh sweetly sinister. “But something tells me you would like that, wouldn't you?”

Adam heard the voice, whimpered in strained pleasure at their meaning, but he didn't process them. His mind was gone, and his body did as it pleased. And meant throwing himself against the cock, the smooth skin of it rubbing against the palms of his exploring hands, all the while, his legs swept forward and back, letting the swirling flames beneath the thickness of meat burn against his thighs.

“Nnngh! O-Oh man.” The shuffling of the giant barely broke into the underwear, but how the member lurched into the air, flicking up caught at by surprise. He hugged the cock for life, his body pressing against it. The dragon arching his hips was enough to raise Adam's world. “You're a good fucking cock slave down there. How do you like it? Knowing you're riding a dragon's dick and being trapped in his underwear.”

Adam resumed his efforts. Gliding his hips over the hard surface, enjoying at how it impressed only slightly with his hardest pressing, letting his cock, feel and understand the sheer amount of dick it faced against. Knowing that the hardest part of him meant nothing against the dragon's.

“All the things I could do with you in here.” Spike chuckled. “Even putting my hips out there was enough to make you hold on tight. What would you do when I started walking? Wearing loose shorts, feeling my cock sway around, slapping against my thighs. You'd have to hold on tighter as my dick beat you into my colossal body.”

Breathing. Then hushed. A repressed moan breaking the air high above. “Fuck. Is this the power that other dragons feel all the time? No matter why they're so primal and primitive when they always feel this good. I wondered if they ever crushed someone else with their cocks like I have.”

Laughter again. “Good part about sticking with you guys all this time, right, Adam?”

Adam had finally stopped listening. His body pricked with heat, a horribly pleasant itching all over his body. Throwing himself against the dragon's cock, he rode it, letting his own press across its surface, beating into him of just how small he indeed was. He hugged it, squeezing it when he could, allowing the whole of the thing fill out against his body.

Another set of amused laughter followed. The world then started to sway, rocking and moving. Adam blinked his eyes while he continued playing with the giant penis. Glancing over his right and peering over the sloping edge of cock, he caught sight, somewhat far below, thin green frills, like foliage on a tree, arching back through the air.

Below that was the top of the dragon's thigh. The darkness cast only a faint viewing of it. Rising and falling, the structure of the giant creature moving. Walking. Step after step. Canterlot Castle on feet somehow. How could such things of such scale not only exist, but move so quickly?

“Mmmhmmm. T-That's... going to do it, Adam.” Glancing over the front of the underwear, the broad head of the cock pressing against it, Adam was able to make out, in the cracks within the fibers, the hazy blue he knew as the bed. Twilight's bed. Both of them were going there, and both of them were erect. “I-I should've cum by n-now. The idea of having you down there, w-w-worshipping me. Not enough. It's just not doing it!”

And that. Despite his towering height. Width of a titan. Power of being. Strength of a planet. All of it did nothing to relieve the paradox of arousal and agony within his massive cock. The beast of a creature unable to make the heavy tool cum. Something great, long, and wide, a tool of a male's power, unable to bring him the joy and release that he sought.

Still just a whimpering dragon pumping fruitlessly at his cock.

But now they were on the bed. Spike's leg had come up and sunk into the mattress, his body coming up into the air. Inside his underwear, the world tilted upward, leaving Adam to hold onto the massive cock for real. He gazed down to see the pressed wall of fabric, and the blurs of a bed far, far beneath.

And then the world shifted back into place, with gravity knocking him into the cock again, light then showering into his world again. With a shake of his head, blinking away the blinding of white, seconds later, Adam gazed up past the band of tugged underwear.

And into the pained and pleasured expression of the monolithic face gazing down at him. Those eyes. Round oceans of white marked by a glowing green slit of an island. They looked at him, pleaded with him, needing release that only the tiny could seem to break.

Control, despite their sizes, was equal, due to their differences in ability.

Spike didn't have to say anything. With one claw tugging out the front of his underwear, his other claw came sweeping over the sky, twice the size of any crane, the digits of it curling as the whole came closer, the purple field of palm coming to claim the tiny boy.

And so they did.

The hulking claw plucked him off the throbbing member, which, when he was lifted away, twitched at his absence. The digits wrapped around him, holding him tight in the center of the claw's grip, a toy held, how easily the giant creature made him travel through the air.

Only, when he was lifted out of the dank and musky confines of the underwear, the claw didn't bring him up. The held out underwear filled his gaze, a gift he saw snap back against the dragon's waist. Slowly, he was lowered to the outlined cock, the flare of its head perfectly defined, which, in one swoop, he was pressed against.

Adam yelped before he could groan. The arm holding him stretched out to his left, a monolithic pillar hovering in the sky, leading somewhere, out of sight, to the shoulder it connected to above. This dragon was holding him with his arm, over the front of his strained underwear, now pressing him against his clothed cock like a girl making two dolls kiss in her arms.

And he couldn't help but press his cheek against it. The plump head pressed out against the fabric with a surface of a hill, something he attempted to throw his arms around, hugging it the best he could, but not claiming much of the dragon's tip.

Then he was pulled away, taken away from the black underwear clinging around the dragon's hips. The claw lowered him, the digits uncurling suddenly, dropping him, with a fall that lasted a second, onto the soft white expanse he knew right away as Twilight's pillow.

“I just want to thank you again for doing this.” Adam sat on her ass, leaning on the two hands against the pillow, leaning all the way back, staring up at the towering Leviathan made of purple. His claws crashed into his sides, tugged down his underwear, slipping through over his knees and against the bed. “Not that you had much choice in the matter.”

Adam had a take a moment to get his mouth to work. The dragon sat on afar on the bed, high and towering, with his erect, thick and pink, filling out into the open air. A beast set free, throbbing in the open air, begging to be used.

On him.

Adam sat up as well. What sense was there in fighting this any longer? When each throb of the sweeping dragon cock tantalized him with each of its bounces. Or how the accompanying balls, down below, bore a thick light-green sack made taut by the heavy orbs within. Shirt pulled off and tossed aside; shorts tugged down and kicked off.

Whatever was going to happen was going to happen.

Spike laughed. “Hope you're ready for me, small fry.”

The hell did me mean by that? The pillow he sat on had been set near the center of the bed. When Spike rose, he did so with each of his claws striking down on either side of the pillow, two massive spears crashing down on either side of tiny Adam. With those structure set in place, a thick and cold shadow cast over Adam and, when he gazed up, the staggering dragon consumed the sky with his body. His eyes half-lidded and glowing lustfully, a subtle and knowing grin, like a predtor looking down at his helpless prey.

Which was exactly what Adam was now.

But more than that was the scaling, rhythmically throbbing pedestal of cock aimed down at him. And heavy sack carrying his balls behind it. Both those tools hovered above Adam, aimed for him, and ready to be set down on him.

Which they then did.

Adam gazed up at them, with the expression at seeing the moon coming crashing out of the sky, at the leaking, sharp head of Spike's cock, and the heavy and scaly encasing the two boulders within.

Then both of them came crashing down.

Adam threw his hands up. The dragon had been kind to straighten his dick, but the width of the underside of his shaft came crashing down on poor Adam, right in the middle, its radiating heat and unweighable size impressing him deeply into the pillow.

“Nnngh! Mmhmm, w-well, would you look at that? A tiny boy s-smothered underneath my cock.” Spike rocked his hips back and forth, slowly at first, moaning from how Adam's tiny hands beat into the pillar of his cock. They did nothing but tickle him. Letting him know how his colossal dick crushed the tiny man, and that all he could do was struggle against its staggering size and strength. “Fucking you with the underside of my cock. It... shouldn't really be affecting me this much. But knowing you're down there, trapped by me.”

Spike rocked his hips more. Pre leaked like a slim torrent from his tip, lathering his head with his own excesses. Another thrust, longer and further, pulling back enough for Adam to roll across the immensity of his cock, the thin layer of cum catching to his tiny body, reeking him of dragon musk, coating him Spike's pre.

Something Adam's cock raged at, the heat of the murky seed stimulating his skin, reliving some of the pent of pleasure. While his hands beat against and across the slipping enormity of dragon cock, his own cock went untouched, but pressed into his stomach by the weight of Spike's dick, with its heat and seed pleasuring him for the moment.

But quickly, both of them groaned, whimpered, but never moaning.

Things needed to hurry.

“That's right. Take it! Take it, you tiny boy! Crushed underneath my cock while I enjoy myself against this pillow.” Spike finally moaned to himself as his way with words soon returned. “How does it feel to be fucked by a giant dragon? Forced to—mmnhgmm!—bear my weight while I hump Twilight's p-pillow.”

Adam was being pounded into. He would have sworn by now, by how the colossal cock rose and dropped and beat into his chest, that Spike was bouncing on the bed. He could have been crushed by that pounding cock if he didn't sink into the pillow with every bounce and drop, still grunting the impossible weight, sure, but with the pillow taking most of the pounding.

“But even this. Feeling your tiny hands beat against my cock. Fucking you into submission against that pillow.” From the side of his dick, Adam stared up, seeing the distant head being thrown back in near defeat. “It's torturing me! My dick feels soooooo good! But it hurts! I just want to cum. To bathe you in my seed. But I... I... I can't ever fucking finish!”

And then the cock lifted, the weight pulling off Adam's chest, letting him lie back, and for him to catch his breath. With lungs burning and limbs aching, the break was needed. The battering-ram of dragon cock swung out of the way above, allowing for the heavy sack to hover over Adam.

“Nggngh! H-Have fun being crushed by my balls, Adam.” Spike laughed—only to groan. “Feeling you swim underneath my sack, mhmm, should d-do the trick.”

There wasn't anything Adam can do. The mountain of loose scales dropped on him in clumps, the surface surprisingly plush, not enough to outright crush him, but absolutely smother him in Spike's sack. He wiggled, sending small ripples coursing across the surface, but whenever he moved, when he pushed against the flesh, more of it just came welling down, filling the spaces seconds after he created them.

Spike groaned from afar. “Yeeeeeah. Oh yeah. Just like that, tiny slave. Know your place underneath my fat fucking balls.” It wasn't before long Adam heard the digits curling around the cock somewhere above, pumping, no doubt, to his struggles. “Trapped underneath the sack of my balls. Punching and pushing against it, only for them to keep weighing down and over you. So much of my nuts and so little of you. Oh man, shit like that just... mmhmmm! Drive me crazy!”

The sounds of the claw pumping the hall quickened, the wrinkling of skin, the snuffling of sheets, cloth being moved, balls being dropped. The springs of the bed were the loudest, squeaking when the weight of the dragon bounced up and down, lifting his balls slightly, only for them to crash down on Adam before he could sit up, spreading a bed of sack over his minuscule world.

Adam couldn't take it anymore. The air reeked of dragon musk. Dense and strong and overpowering. It claimed him and made him into a horny and lustful slut. His erect cock ached, relieved only when the light-green sack crashed and spread over his body, letting his hardness press into the plushness of Spike's sack, his prick disappearing into it, being swallowed and rubbed and caressed from within, before shooting out as the sack rubbed again.

All this, with Spike pumping his monstrous cock above, knowing that all these gigantic movements and actions happening because of his tiny body. The relation it bore to all this. Even though he was small, the idea of him against something so large, being played with in a way like this, was strong enough to control that acts of such a towering being.

And that power, even though nearly useless, brought Adam's hand to his member, pumping himself the same way the dragon did. Same act. Same pleasure. Different sizes. But that didn't matter. Both sought the same thing: to orgasm.

“I... I think I.... may actually be getting close.” The balls lifted high above, receding backward once more, the dragon's cock swinging into its place. Spike shifted in the air, aiming his head, his very tip at the small man, all while his eyes him, far from behind the pillow, curling his head slightly underneath his frame to do so. “L-L-Let's try f-finishing this, Adam.”

Spike then thrust his cock into the pillow, into the Adam, sending him deep into the pillow's impression, as much dragon dick it could take, before he stopped. He was getting a feeling for how much he could fuck the tiny man before possible danger. With that felt, a smile broke across his lips.

He then panted. “I hope you're ready for my cock, tiny boy.”

Spike thrust his cock again, without restraint, shivering at how it pressed into Adam's stomach, whom then would wrap his arms and legs around it, clinging to it as it fucked him deep into the pillow. He kept holding on, which made Spike squeal, flicking his hips again, sinking his cock into the pillow again, humping both it and him again, and again, again and again, over and over.

Spike raised his head as his tongue lolled out from his mouth. A dirty, goofy, and please expression consumed his features. Like a dog just happy to hump, and fucked the pillow, humping it wildly, enjoying the extra tickle at his tip, the tiny creature holding on to his cock while he humped, being fucked by it, made its little bitch, set to serve it as his dominant masculinity beat it into submission.

Adam groaned as he felt like he was being fucked by a raging beast. Out of the corners of his eyes, and over the sides of the massive cock beating him into the pillow, he saw the titanic hips above, hump, pulling and pushing, wildly and desperately. A dragon's giant cock was fucking him, and here he was, a sex toy clinging to the end of his penis, one that smashed, crushed, and smothered him into the pillow.

Spike was humping him, fucking him, owning him with his cock. A private act of pure lust, something he shouldn't have been privy to, seeing a creature of such passion go feral with him holding on to the very thing making him so. Maybe if he was being fucked into a pussy, matters would be different, but no, here he was, being owned like a sleeve to the giant cock humping him.

“I... n-n-nhnnnhg... n-n-not g-g-g-g-onnna last much longer!”

And now Spike outright fucking him, with the full force of his frame, without any regard to what was going to happen.

And Adam took it. Even as the dragon's cock battered into him, beating him, twitching and throbbing and setting an inferno inside of him from the heat of lava coming from it, Adam humped back. With his legs already curled around it, he humped and fucked the hardness of Spike's head, using his hands to clump the heaps of skin, his body shivering at the rock hardness beneath it. With an open mouth, he started to lick and kiss and work on that head, enjoying each throb, taking all the shivers in pride, knowing the blocked beast was now welling with the substance both desired to see relieved and released.

Spike then threw his all the way back, clenching his eyes and scrunching his face, that horrible pillar of aching snapping right in half, a torrent of torrent finding escape from the depths of his balls. The piping hot current of cum burned his cock alive with hot pleasure, one that relieved Spike's face as his eyes opened in a dewy fashion, like a great weight had been lifted, and nothing but bliss was about to shake through his system.

Which it then did.

Adam knew it was coming. The final thrust buried him deep into the pillow, leaving no space at the bottom like he'd been dropped into a well. The fabric clung him to Spike's cock, which drove in deep, froze, shuddered, throbbed and twitched, and then unleashed.

Unleashed it did.

Spike let his chest fall onto the bed, like a crashing of a tidal way, as his claws gripped the side of the pillow and pulled it further apart. It pressed even harder against and across his cock, every decimal force of his cock now upon the tiny man, who shouldn't have been alive from the sheer strength and weight and pulling and pressing of dragon and cock on him.

And then Spike came.

He milked out the pleasure, lolling his head back, with a goofy, open smile that his tongue held back from, breathing heavy, chest heaving, orgasm achieved. He continued to grind against the pillow in miniature movements while his cock expeled pump after pump of rich, creamy, lightly tinted dragon cum. It blasted Adam right in the face, who's open mouth closed right away, as he became coated in dragon cum, it whipping over him and onto the pillow, welling up slowly around him.

“Finally, finally, finally!” Spike cheered to himself, unable to resist the odd flick of his hips, milking his seed all over to the tiny man clinging to his cock. Fucking him, making him wet with his cum. His nuts no longer felt ready to burst, the tension descending with each shot of his cum. “Ooooh. Thank you, Adam. I'm going to drown you in my cum for this. Thank you, thank you!”

Adam had come at the third batch of dragon cum. He was drenched in the stuff, felling it well up in a puddle around him. Coated in the seed once contained in the sack that he swam in. He'd be smelling of Spike's dick for years if he was lucky. The force and thickness of the shooting cum was enough to shatter his aching, and his cock pumped and shot his own cum, a bigger load than any time before, but not even a droplet to Spike's sporadic downpour.

By the time Spike was done fucking the pillow, and having finally emptied his sack of repressed cum, he let the pillow drop, too weak to longer hold it, and with a lean to his right, fell, turning in the air, and crashing onto the bed with his back.

Adams glanced to his right, feeling the smooth thick texture of the dragon's cum leak downward, but leaving him in the center of it. He glanced to his left, seeing the expanse of dragon stretching on forever, though lying back, in the afterglow, much like he was.

Staggering and nearly infinite in size, and though it was hard to take him falling and comprehend it, it was still just the same as him. Falling over from sex, breathing back every breath lost, while lingering in the bliss of the afterglow.

Spike then rolled his head to the right, looking down from afar, his blurry, distant muzzle eating up Adam's vision. The latter rolled over to see the dragon better, getting ready for the pillow talk prepared to come. Such a big partner to share it with, a caring expression on the dragon's face. Concerned welled in the glowing green eyes, slightly dimmed after everything that had happened.

“Sorry for what happened.”

Adam closed his eyes, sighed, and then opened former again, shrugging while he did so. “Don't sweat it.” He glanced left and right, before setting his gaze on the dragon again. “Don't tell anyone else, but I may have uh, enjoyed that more than I should have.”

“You... enjoyed being punished by my cock.”

“Hey!” Adam cleared his throat—coughing up some cum unintentionally “Our secret. No one else finds out.”

Spike nodded. His head then turned, examining down the length of his body, then flicking his gaze onto Adam. “Guess we're, um, going to n-need to wash up. Or something like that.”

Adam groaned. “Twilight won't be home for another few days. I'm too tired to do much of anything.” He stretched his body out, even though his aching limbs told him not to. “No shame in being dirty every now again. Especially when you don't have any girls around to say otherwise.”

“Ha! Ain't that the truth.” Spike leaned back as well, slipping and crossing his arms underneath his colossal head, copying Adam perfectly. “Guess we'll pass out like this for a bit?”

Adam blinked, an idea striking, one he liked.

“How about you pull up the underwear around your legs and put me back in there?” Adam rolled over and sat up. He gazed down the length of the dragon, who blushed in the distance, but still, reached out a claw to pick Adam up.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Safer than you rolling over and crushing me.” Adam chuckled. “And swimming against your sack before wasn't even all that bad. Might even be like sleeping on a water bed.”

Spike gave him a nod.

Adam watched as the claw lifted him and brought him over to the dragon's crotch once more. His pink cock was still exposed, though dwindling in size, but kept roughly the same once Adam appeared. Then, the claw brought him down to the base, dropping him onto the top of his sack, where he sunk an inch into their plush surface.

And the claws stretched down the length of his legs, gripping the sides of the underwear and, with a second of hesitation, pulling them back up. The sweeping field of black fabric came and washed over Adam, casting him in dank blackness. He didn't mind. Not with a massive dragon cock over his head, and him snuggling into the warm sack the size of a mountain.

Then, the fabric impressed toward and against him. Spike was patting the front of his underwear, aware that a tiny Adam was inside them, sleeping on something like his nuts. With that soft touch, the claw then left him be with his fate. It wasn't long before sleep came for them both.

Adam mused, before his eyes came to a close, that at least Spike wouldn't have to deal with morning wood alone.