Slowly Growing into Her Kingdom

~ II ~

Assistant to the End

Spike had noticed the changes without saying anything. Not that there was anything that could be mentioned. The cowardice of his heart chained his tongue and trembled his claw in times of action. Humour and wit were his escape from it all.

It started the morning after the strange night. The moans crashing with the roaring thunder, hooves clopping against something wet and soft, the sound unable to be recreated in imagination... or fantasy.

All the poor dragon could do was hold his own member, each breath harsh to his lungs, the innermost aroma of a mare seeping through the walls. He jerked slowly and then quickly, the wet smacking echoing from across the hall, its rhythm he took care to match.

He was a coward indeed. Not due losing himself so easily to a mare pleasuring herself, but rather, only because that mare meant dearly to him. Love was an easy word they said to each other. But only one knew the utter depth of its meaning.

Spike had approached the kitchen table the next morning, grasping the spade of his tail in his claws, nervously afraid. For whatever reason, he believed he'd been caught. What Celestia was to Twilight, the same true between him and her. It always seemed like she knew everything in a mysterious way.

But what he found instead was Twilight struggling in her chair, murmuring to herself, gazing down her barrel and to her rump. It'd... grown. Spike gulped and turned his head, but his eyes still darted back to look, seeing how the plushness of her flanks spread beneath the armrests of the seat.

Blush. Hot and apparent. Spike raised the spade of his tail to cover his face.

“Darn chair! S-Smaller than I remembered it.” Twilight shifted about, scraping the chair against the ground. She continued to struggle while strands of made swayed over her eyes. Beautiful. Adorable in a strange, stubborn way. “Would have helped Celestia had said my butt would get bigger along with the wings.”

Finally, after a huff, she raised her muzzle to the sound of his feet. She gazed from underneath her bangs, her apparent disappointment fading at the sight of him, a flush of happiness mixed with an emerging smile lifting the dragon despite his lack of wings.

“Morning, Spike. Sleep well?”

“As well as I could, all things considering...”

“Mmhmm. That storm was a nasty one, wasn't it?”

Spike opened his mouth but also did not speak. His eyes darted down and across the floor. Should he tell her? He'd been accustomed to every facet of Twilight. From what every stumble move of her body meant to what she'd be feeling during any situation.

And he was definitely going to notice how much larger she was, beyond her rump, overall. The night had been strange. She had been curious. Even without words he already knew something was wrong.

And even when she was in the wrong, or had done so, she still told it all to Spike, either in despair or complaint, all to get it off from her chest. Holding things in had been her specialty once upon a time. Now she knew wrinkles came from such an act.

But not only had she yet to say a thing, but she was also jolly from it, possibly improved. That was never a good sign. Princess Celestia had said Twilight would not grow, and if she would, it would happen slowly.

And over the course of years.

Something was wrong. Things were different. Whatever happened needed to be revealed.

“Uh-oh.” Twilight smiled sheepishly as the empty gurgle of her belly echoed through the kitchen. She rubbed the spot, a place more slender than usual, coming to laugh awkwardly. “Considering everything that happened last night I would be starving.”

There! Now was the time to ask! Do it, Spike!

“You... really shouldn't starve yourself like that... especially when you're a growing mare.” Spike sighed and shook his head. He approached the kitchen counter where his pink apron had been hung. Throwing it on, he turned back around, doing up the straps while staring at Twilight. “You can't go back to eating improperly again. Especially now that you're a princess.”

Twilight smiled. “Yes mom.”

“Keep up that attitude and you're grounded, missy.” Spike cut a smile through his cheek as the tension faded from his chest. There was something hollow about this joy—but at least things had gone back to normal. “So how about it? Some fried eggs, a dash of seeds, with lightly-toasted hay?”

Twilight rested her elbow onto the table, resting her cheek against the hoof, letting her gaze linger on the dragon. The way she looked at him always made him feel different. Useful and needed. More than that was her subtle grin and narrowed eyes. Confidence in how she looked at him.

Beyond it all, she wanted him around, and to Spike, that would be his greatest weakness of all.

As the days passed, everything changed, although trying to ignore this, Spike did his best to keep everything the same. He ordered bigger chairs and bought extra bags of groceries. The subtle changes went without comment—even when they ceased to be subtle.

And it'd been... harder for him to live.

Walking down the halls surged his anxiety in fear of running into the mare. What would have once made him happy now made him nervous beyond compare. He'd been small before but now became smaller. When the mare walked past him, it was no longer enough to crane his neck—his whole frame needed to lean back to gaze upon her distant muzzle.

“It is me, or are you shorter than before?”

The things she said to him in passing were what set him off the most. How she could stride by and say such a thing, grinning loosely to herself, granting a shake to the whole of her body. Such a small increase made normal into a new extreme. He felt extra conflicted the times Twilight would stop and, just down the hall, gaze at him from the side of her barrel.

And then she would give a swing to her hips, letting her luscious flanks wobble left and right, a delicious jiggle and a small bounce to their forms, a tantalizing view only the strongest of wills could repress the pleasure from seeing. With a laugh, she would then leave, continuing down the hall, a saunter to her steps.

It did help, however, when walking through doors that she would stab in place, wobbling back, rubbing her forehead. Gazing up revealed the tip of her horn catching to the top of the door frame—cracking its impression into the wood.

Twilight could easily give Cadance a run for her bits at this point.

Though it only grew worse, and in a way, so much better.

One day and without reason at all, the two of them had taken to the farm, hearing of Applejack's fractured leg. The Apples were thankful for Twilight's arrival, but for whatever reason, they gazed at her not quite the same. Once more, something was off, wrong.

But their knowledge of alicorns was as limited as the rest, so they didn't question it—especially when it had come to help. Twilight didn't even bother with magic as had been the problem so many times before. Her struggles with innate strength ceased to exist.

Big Mac had turned and bucked a tree, the bark of which was in its prime, apples ripe unlike the rest. It wasn't often he struck the same tree twice, and yet, on the third try—the strut pillar of wood refused to wobble.

“Mind if I try?”

It wasn't a question despite being posed as one. Twilight Sparkle had appeared behind the stallion, a full-head about him, the curves of her form larger than his biggest muscles. Something dripped from that. Her subtle softness greater than his bulky masculinity.

After towering over him from the side, she lightly placed a hoof against his chest, pushing him back. It wasn't a lot of pressure—but it teased to a dam being held back. The illusion of choice. Big Mac didn't doubt she could swipe him with a hoof alone.

Twilight then placed her attention on the tree. She giggled at it. Something about the view had made her tipsy. In the distance, with a small crowd of others, Spike watched the mare. Her every little movement oozed with lazy, feminine sexuality. So much there that, by merely being present, trickled out at every second.

The alicorn turned and, not even bothering to wind-up her hindleg, shot a hindleg into the base of the tree. Terrible cracks followed by the intense swaying of leaves. Then came the pelting of apples against the solid wood of a wagon.

While everyone cheered on for Twilight, who simply gazed over her shoulder, face high enough to make them look up, her expression was mostly hidden beneath her long hair. Its lazily sexy mood was still palpable as the tiniest grin stretched her lips—which were then licked over with the tip of her tongue.

“Er, sugarcube?”

Something faintly soft had stroked over his shoulders. Spike glanced up to the orange mare sitting in the rocking chair, awash in the dim rays of sunlight. Applejack looked down at him, trying to smile. But something about her eyes seemed tired. “I know Twilight is going through quite the changes, but... is everything alright with her?”

Spike blinked. He glanced to his feet at once. They played and pressed together, their wiggling unable to express the tension mounting within him. When had he reverted back into such a child? It wasn't only Twilight who had changed.

“'Course everything is okay with her.”

“Spike.” The word was now more direct. “You know how I feel about fibbin'.”

“How do you know I'm fibbing?”

“Because you didn't look me in the eyes when you said that.”

Spike sighed. Now called for bravery. Making his back straight and picking up his chin, he looked back to the mare in the chair. Her expression slightly annoyed while her eyes peered through him. Now was the time for one of the extremes.

“It's because there is something different about her, Applejack.” Spike kept his eyes locked straight on her, denying his mind opportunity to speak. All seemed true when spoken from the heart. Even when it was tangled in webs. “She's going through a lot of changes right now and... and they're making her different.”

Applejack went to speak—but Spike continued before her mouth could finish opening.

“But you already know she doesn't do well with drastic changes. Nopony does.” Spike sighed as the thickness of the breath carried away some of his tension. His body feeling lighter. The scales of a dragon unable to handle the very notion of stress itself. “Can you blame her for going through a phase? Sure, it might be weird.”

Applejack glanced down at her lap.

“But this is Twilight Sparkle we're talking about! She always comes out of everything alright, r-right?” That moment. A single word begging for communication. It didn't express his desperation for everything to return to normal—if it did, then more would change immediately. “She'll have more empathy for others if we let her go through this phase.”

Applejack flicked her eyes back to him. “So you're sure this is all a phase?”

Spike blinked. “You're asking me?”

“You've known Twilight longer than any of us.” Applejack leaned back into her seat, exhaling as if letting go of her conviction. “What I say and think doesn't hold much salt to the one who has lived and spent the most time with her. You know Twilight best. So if you say this is just a phase... I'll believe you.”

Duty. It was his duty as a dragon to be the number-one assistant to Twilight Sparkle. But what did that mean? His honest feelings were that everything was wrong and he was hoping it would all blow over. And if it didn't... his body collapsed at such a nightmarish conclusion.

“It's just a phase. This is Twilight Sparkle we're talking about. She'll come out alright.”

Even he saved Twilight from answering to her friends, from reflecting on what she was becoming—Spike's stomach clenched in phantom pain. He knew at once it was due to a simple fact.

That he had failed his duty as Twilight's number-one assistant.

“If you say so,” Applejack said upon leaning her head back, allowing her eyes to drift close. “But if anything comes up. If something doesn't quite feel right. You come to me, alright? I promise Twilight won't be mad if you do.”

Was that his fear all along? Twilight being mad at him? The world ending was nothing compared to that. “I-If she starts acting up, you'll be the f-first that I see. Promise.” Spike sat up from the porch, coming down from the platform onto the grass. “But I'm going to go check if everything is alright with her. C-Catch ya later, Applejack!”

He waved back.

Applejack chuckled. “Now, what would Twilight be without ya?”

It'd been a few minutes later when the little dragon reached deeper within the woods. The distant, loud cracks of wood led him ever closer to his goal. Though he didn't need them. In the ground were the hoofprints. Impressed into the earth and round, terribly round, a sort of perfection to them.

Impressions spacious enough for the whole of his feet to entered and slide his heel around. Even wiggle his toes with ease. He'd always felt like he had big hoof-prints to fill living next to Twilight. But for it now to actually become the case...

Spike shook his head and continued forward.

And saw something he wasn't supposed to.

The low sunlight washed over the woods in an ethereal feeling. Everything hazy as if spun from a memory. His body had become light, weightless even as if travelling through a dream. All became stranger the deeper he entered—the closer he came toward her.

And when Spike found her, it was without words. Like a deer stalking the woods she had wandered out, a wagon not to be seen, but rather letting the apples fall. That wouldn't help. The ponies would spend nearly as long picking them up as they did struggling to buck the trees in the first place.

Twilight didn't come here to help... did she?

Twilight stood in the distance by herself, a single buck of a leg cracking the tree behind it. The sound, the effect—her head rolled around and small, drunken laughter spilled from her. Still, she was licking her lips. Her horn charging in layers of prismatic colours.

It wasn't a spell Spike recognized.

Then, in a rush, the magic rushed through her. Her large frame shivering from the influx of magic while her body expanded a little bit in every little direction. Larger and larger. Taller and taller. Seeing her grow, even by a few inches, swept the poor dragon away.

“Ah! Much better.” Twilight's head hovered inches from her shoulder, her muzzle also longer. The same was true of her mane, reaching further down her back and longer to the ground. Spike only noticed these things upon admiring them individually. On the whole, everything about her bore the illumination of being proportional. “Bit of a kick from that one. I wonder what that means?”

With a grin, she slowly arched her extended leg, bringing it in close as her thigh compressed upon itself. Without choice Spike stared at her rump. The ass so high above him like a cupboard out of reach.

Where most mares were soft and round, the same was true of Twilight only, when her leg tucked in was when the muscles came. The lax softness of her tush flushed with the taut layer of muscles beneath, sharp and apparent. It so easily flexed upon preparing the strike.

And when that leg unleashed. That hoof flying quicker than a blur and colliding with the bulk of the great tree—crunching rather than creaking whispered out. Barks of wood didn't snap but ripped as the towering wood leaned backward. The tear at its center widening while the timber fell, crashing into the bed of leaves behind it.

“Would you look at that? I'm becoming stronger after all.” Twilight mused to herself. It was different in the way how her head dipped. Where before her eyes narrowed in concentration, now... they seemed to become lost in something pleasant. Her rationale used to be cold. Now her discoverers were muttered with steam. “What happened with Rainbow Dash wasn't a fluke at all. So I really am becoming stronger.”

Spike's heart ripped at those words, knowing now that, whatever this path was that Twilight walked it with intent. Not only that—but she'd done something with Rainbow. He kept behind a broad curve of a tree, claws sinking into the bark, barely able to peek out from its side at the mare.

At least he looked cute upon doing so.

“It's a good thing nopony else followed me in here,” Twilight said aloud, finally, in a normal voice. It seemed like there were still traces of her inside. But as quickly as it came it then left. She giggled warmly at her findings. “Not only has the spell become self-sustaining on my arousal... but every cast is stronger than the last. It's multiplying upon itself. And I'm starting to be able to cast it quicker and quicker.”

Twilight laughter to herself as she walked forward again, broader sways to her hips, those plush flanks of purple sliding deliciously against the other. Their fatness returned. But knowing of the raw muscles beneath them... only intensified their greatness.

“It won't be long until I can cast it as many times as I want...” Twilight laughed while tilted her head back, a moan tickling her throat. Observations seemed to please her now. Nothing but good things upon the nature of her fate. “I better get back before anypony comes in looking for me.”

And then she left.

Spike walked out from the side of the tree and watched while she did so, something so godly not meant to be here. No longer did she feel like a pony anymore. Not even a princess. Celestia's existence was also unique. But something about this seemed sinisterly holy.

He tried walking after her only for his legs to buckle from apparent weakness, all strength drained from the weight of the past few days. His legs stumbled and his back smacked into the base of the tree, which he slowly then slid down, the splash and crunch of leaves exploding from his bottom.

Something ached.

Spike looked down to see his cock out from its slit, throbbing in the chilly winds of Autumn. He was pathetic. Just a lost boy leaving his teens unable to please himself. It was in seeing that tree rip from a single kick that evoked the tickle from inside of him. A mare so powerful and yet so feminine.

Gripping his penis, and he yearned for release, closing his eyes, forking out his tongue, trying to finish to the idea of nothing. Of course that wouldn't happen. Twilight found her way in, first by voice and then by image. Until the little dragon had came, quicker than he'd been expecting, shooting short rope of cum onto the ground before him.

Little flicks of white struck across the ground, appearing so small, so tiny within that giant hoof print, one left by the mare he loved.

Worse. Worse. Worse.

It'd gotten impossible and unbearable. The fear of lying in bed after dark, everything quiet but not entirely silent, a shifting come from afar. The box springs in Twilight's mattress had never creaked before, but now it groaned of her every movement. How it struggled to contain and hold her. Letting all know of every little thing she did.

Worse and worse.

The cracking of the door. The sliding of the horn from the top of the frame to the cracking of hooves against crystal. What the halls had once echoed—they now thundered. Each step of her hoof, slow, applying force on the floor. Twilight would walk beyond his door, every drop of her hoof whipping stronger than lightning.

Worst was how false it all was.

Even when she walked, and the sound was so terribly powerful—that was still only a subtle expression of a fraction of the power she bore. There was more, so much more to her form than Twilight let on. She teased those around her. That those clacking cracks of hooves beyond the door couldn't be worse.

Twilight held back so much, and that itself was scariest of them all.

She'd given up on chairs. The mass of her ass was simply flattened over the seat and filled over its sides. Her texture was firm enough to always keep bound and taught. But one day, however, she ripped the armrests off a chair with a little pull of her hooves.

Then set it on the table with little bouts of laughter.

Catching her in the shower had been the worst. No, don't you go there again. Spike whimpered as the memory whipped his mind. The towering mare had taken to stall, cramp and muzzle above the head. She washed like one might attempt at a sink.

And not only had Twilight left the door open—but the shower door too. What had once been a private mare now could no longer care about such a thing. The way her barrel hovered in the air, wet and heavily tail sticking to her plump rump. Miniature waterfalls coursing from all over her body. A natural wonder made into a mare.

The masturbation grew worse as well. Seeing the mare so expressive in her ways, in how easily her ass spilled in seats to the way the whole of her frame shifted while she walked—that passive lust lazily expressed. It got him. Enraged his cock to painful throbs impossible to will away.

And so he jerked off every day.

Even now the idea of the morning stuck with his system. The need to cry stuck to his scales like the pre lubricating his quivering member. It was harder to do it now. Jerk off. Not when the mare that inspired it stalked the halls, going loud than quiet, distant than close, the anxiety unrelenting.

You have a blanket over you. Just... finish this off and go to sleep. When's the last time you've slept well? Maybe that's why you're not the same. Get this over and done with and then do your best to sleep in. Twilight hardly calls for you anyway. Sleep. Just sleep. Everything will make sense again if you just manage to get enough sleep.

Spike travelled a claw underneath the thickness of his covers, watching the bump travel beneath the blanket. His erection pitched a tiny tent a little way down. It wasn't due to his lack of size, but rather, the vastness of his bed. He gripped it quickly, feeling awkward while he did so.

A pump. And then two. The weight of the covers uncomfortable to the act of it all. But he wasn't doing this to be comfortable. Rather this was a plea to end the nightmare. And he kept going and going, even while the powerful hoofsteps ruminated from behind his door. The slit of light beneath it then cast into shadows, something long and round blocking the way.

N-No. Spike squeezed his eyes tightly, jerking his cock a little longer, praying for least. This couldn't happen. Please don't let it happen this way. Just keep going. Keep walking. Please just think that I'm asleep.

What came next were not the light knocks upon the door, but rather, the slow turning of the handle. It creaked once until gripped into silence. Turning and turning until it could turn no more. The door groaning inward—the slice of light entering the darkroom.

“Nnagh? T-Twilight?” Spike clenched his eyes as he let go of his member—feeling it ached, painfully from the lack of his palm. He was so terrible exposed. Completely naked beneath the dense blanket. “You're still awake? Agh. It's past midnight!”

Twilight didn't appear right away. Even though the door was opening she wasn't directly behind it. It took seconds of nothing but dim light and silence before she appeared. Her muzzle coming out from the side of the door. Her hoof laid over the top of it with ease.

She gazed inward with a smile.

“Mmhmm. Sorry, Spike.” Twilight laughed softly to herself, the act nearly hollow of sound but like a strum to a song. More of her slowly appeared, the reveal threatening. “Figured you'd be asleep by now as well. You're still a growing boy. How come you're awake?”

What kind of reason was he supposed to give her? “Just... had trouble sleeping is all. Y-Y'know you're supposed to knock before coming in.”

“Am I now? That's not how things between us used to be.” Twilight laughed once more, the hoof atop the door sliding over and then down to the floor. How fluidly she covered large spaces. After every sentence, she took a step deeper into his room. “Back when we were younger. Much younger. Much of my enjoyment came from watching you sleep.”

Spike shivered in a cold sweat, looking away, scratching the side of his neck with a shaky claw. The other keeping beneath the blanket as deathly still as it could. “S-Should have invested in better pastimes.”

“But your bedtime was always my favourite one.” Step after step. Closer and closer. Those glowing eyes of violet seeming like they were staring down at him from the ceiling. The shape of her frame merely suggested by the darkness. “Always sharing the same room. The same bed. My little dragon.”

Spike coughed. Shivers becoming trembles. The beating of his heart only twitched his cock harder beneath the sheets. Had she noticed? Would she notice? All was so wonderfully horrible and the little dragon wanted it all to go away.

“T-Tell me about it.” Spike turned his head the other way, knowing those floating eyes were coming to the left side of his bed. Despite this, his eyes still flicked back, the silhouette of her limbs gaining definition by the closeness. “We used to be really close.”

“Aww.” The hooves stopped. The creaking ceased. The eyes disappeared. “And what happened between us?”

“What do you mean? We grew up.” Spike blinked at those words, unsure of them. Unsure of everything. “We used to stay in the same room and stay in the same bed. But then we got older. We both used to play... but then we had to grow up! You became a student and I became your assistant.”

“But that's changed as well... hasn't it?”

“It's to be expected! With you becoming a princess and, y-y'know, p-properly becoming one too... there just isn't enough room for me anymore!” Spike shook his head violently as the tension flooded underneath his scales. His body painfully bloating as he felt himself dying. “Not that I still don't love you or want to help you! But things, they... they aren't going to be the same.”

“Aww. My poor little boy.” Those eyes appeared again, open and set on him, not because he saw but felt them. Like an entity of their own. Horrifying despite their gentle appearance. “Is that what you think is going to happen? What happened to the brave dragon that would snuggle against my chest whenever the world became a little too scary?”

“I-I...”

“You don't think I haven't noticed you lately? How you slouch when you walk, scared of the smallest sounds? Always so afraid.” Twilight shook her head above as her muzzle hovered over the bed. The length of her snout dipped slowly toward him. “Don't forget that you used to be my baby dragon. You don't come to me for help anymore...”

“It's... it isn't like that! I love you, Twilight!” Spike turned his body toward the mare, the wideness of her chest taking up the side of the bed. The start of her neck caught his eyes, his head needing to roll all the way back on the pillow to look up into her eyes. “Y-You're my best friend and the mare I love the most! It's just... I'm growing up is all. And I need to learn to take on challenges on my own.”

“Is that so? Is there something wrong with snuggling with the mare that loves you the most?” She was catching him on something. Feelings and thoughts he never dared to express even to himself. The mare he needed the most also currently frightening him the same. “Don't you miss it? Being little and curled up next to me? How I could so easily hug and surround you?”

“O-Of course I do, but...”

“Maybe things have to change for other ponies—but since when have we been like other ponies?” Bits of the Twilight he knew were coming in, able to sway the other elements to her that were new. The whole mess was terribly confusing. Especially under painful arousal. “You know better than anypony how much bigger then I am now.” She paused. “Actually. You haven't made a mention about that at all. Surely you've noticed. Considering how different you've been.”

She was teasing him now. Outright toying with his cowardice. Spike knew the full scoop but was too afraid to make that fact known. That it was actually she that changed. She was trying to get him to admit something here. An uttering that no doubt would make him stutter.

“You've been a naughty little dragon then, haven't you? Keeping things away from the mare you love the most.” Twilight devoured those words with a satisfied hum. Slowly, her hooves came upon the bed, a subtle force pressing down on the mattress. “But I'm not angry. Never angry. That's always the case when good boys fess up to the naughty things they've done.”

No. No. It couldn't have been worse. Repeatedly that word appeared in his mind. All this time, he feared for Twilight finding out he knew her secret. That she'd become something different. But she wasn't even talking about that now.

This ceased to be about her.

Now it was all about him.

“Keeping quiet about my little growths,” Twilight's hooves rubbed around the cover of the blanket, slowly but broadly, all while her voice read from a list. They were so big enough—nearly enough to cover a face with their plush soles. “You didn't think I wouldn't notice you keeping hush for me? All those new chairs you bought with your own bits. Making an extra plate of food without swiping a bite from. Dragons are greedy, Spike.”

Her hoof.

Her foreleg loomed in the distance, sliding ever so slowly before his feet, feeling for the material. It wasn't mindless. There was a direction and purpose behind the movement. He must have been sweating now. How her leg sprawled out of the corner of his gaze. That purple slenderness coming closer to his covered-toes.

“They not supposed to serve another unless they're stronger—or they're getting something out of it.” The hoof stopped, keeping still for a second—then raised toward him. Fearing he was going to cut in half, Spike gripped the top of the blanket. “All dragons are very naughty.”

Impact.

Spike squeezed his eyes shut while his stomach churned in utter pain. He awaited whatever was to happen... only to feel a hollowness within him. Slowly, his eye cracked open. All she was was the hoof set over his legs. Inches away from his cock. Her hoof didn't impress on the fabric. Everything would be over if she did.

“Or maybe you really are a good dragon,” Twilight said with a legit tone of possibility—its edges scorched with light skepticism. “Maybe you've been hiding my secret and helping me simply because you're a good little dragon. One that isn't getting anything out of this at all.”

The hoof lifted from his legs and left the area in peace. Spike would have sighed in relief if it had not sat down next to him. It dipped beneath the covers, then pulling them out to reveal the space beneath. Such a spacious bed for such a tiny dragon.

“I'll tell you this once, my little assistant.” Twilight's hind legs lifted from the shadows, too long to be kept within his vision; the hips settling onto the side of the bed too wide to keep within view. She was massive. Far too big to be real and here. “Nothing between us has to change. Neither of us has to grow up. You can snuggle up against my chest, tell me the truth, and then I can soothe you to sleep.”

Spike wanted to cry at the possibility of happiness—to go back. Not even before when the wings had appeared... but before they were even here! To be back in Canterlot, only the two of them, always together with bodies pressing against the other. Never more than a few inches away.

Time long forgotten... that could become... real... once again.

Twilight laid on the side of the bed—much to the dip and cry of the mattress—loosely throwing a blanket over her hindquarters. So much of her body exposed and rising like a wall of fluff and softness. Her muzzle still in the air, looking down with care and love, like they had done once upon a time. Something about them was still powerful and sinister... but nostalgia exempted the dangers.

“So how about it, Spike? Want to go back to how we used to be?” The spot before that full wall of fluff patted lightly by her hoof. An invitation to snuggle close to the whole of her surrounding body. Why did something so perfect reek of a trap? “All you have to do is come back to me. Let me take of everything. Like how I used to before.”

Spike kept still. Deathly still. Twilight laid next to him, the same size to him as she had been when they were both little. She'd always been the strong one. Able to care for him unlike anyone else. It was always her becoming stronger. Taking care of everything so he didn't need to be so fearful of life.

Stresses removed with only joy remaining.

And yet when she shuffled in closer.

He moved away.

“What's this? So you don't want to be with me?” Even though those were words were spoken in jest, the exact phrasing broke his heart. There wasn't a thing more in this world that he wanted. To have it broken before him. Much less like this... “Maybe you're right then. We have changed a bit. But I wonder what's different about you.”

No. Please. No more. No more of this.

It shouldn't have been possible but it happened anyway. Twilight laughed as she turned on the side of the bed, dipping her expansive frame beneath the opening of the blanket, pulling it taut against her back at once. Her body disappeared beneath it, the covers from all sides being pulled from the bed to raise and cover her frame. The bulge travelling underneath the blanket might as well have been a mountain.

“N-No! Wait! Twilight wait!”

It didn't matter. The blanket became loose on all sides of the bed, no longer held in by the bottom of the mattress, the material slowly pulling from his form. His claws held the brim and desperately held it over his chest—the constant tugging intense. The fabric, tearing.

“Wooo... Oh, Spiiike... you rejected the love of a powerful mare... and now she's out to haunt yooou!” The voice became from beneath the covers as more blanket pulled toward the mass, it slowly raising, towering, taking more to cover it—until there would be nothing left to cover them both.

Spike was being sucked to the past. Loving and hating every second of it. Their sizes and personalities nearly the same as before... except for one thing. One hard and throbbing thing. The very reason why things couldn't go exactly back to how they once were.

“Mmhrmm... o-oh... but what's this?” The mountain sunk as the blanket spread out, the hump furthering out. Spike exhaled his fear way. That was until that bundle of mare had poised herself between his legs. “That's interesting. This wasn't here before. Or any other time.”

“W-Wait! Twilight don't! Don't look!” Spike jabbed his claws over his crotch, covering down its slope with the material. He prayed his hold would keep and that the sight had gone unseen. Please just let this nightmare end. “It's not what you think! Just happens before I go to sleep sometimes, and—“

“Hush now... you didn't think I knew about this? That bathroom door was left open for a reason, Spikey.” The wide bulge crawled toward him. He couldn't see over the top of the approaching hill. “Useful information in know how long you'd stand there. A minute and twenty-four seconds if you must know. You wobbled more when you left.” She mass laughed as it then slowly rose, consistently pulling the blanket upward. “What was the matter then? Were you burdened with something?”

The brim was ripped straight from his claw, the dense layer of warmth sliding across his chest and over his crotch, peeling away from his body. His erection flung into the freedom though now stood painfully exposed. In the gaps between his toes, he watched the blanket pull up to the towering mass—which then tossed everything up and past her head.

“Ahh. So there it is.” Twilight's hooves were set before her belly, their running length rising ever upward—her muzzle high in the air. Her weight easily strained the bed. It could barely hold her, barely larger than her. “I guess some things have to change.”

One of her hooves lifted from the substantial impression in the bed, lurching over to his cock, nudging its edge against his underside. Explosive. The fluff of the fur sinking to the softness of the skin beneath. Gently, it flicked vertically, tickles blowing groans from his lungs. “To think that this is the cause of it all. I'll... be honest with you. This is my first time seeing one up close.”

That felt like a lie. An incredible impossibility considering all that she had become—what she now was. The tone in her voice fluctuated with honesty. Like the matter of sex wasn't beyond her, but rather, she simply hadn't cared for it.

Until now.

“I quite like the look of it. Thin, but long.” The hoof pressed forward on his cock, lightly, pushing it into a backward lean. The soft surface gave way to a layer of hardness. The pleasant sensation if the twitch in her hoof was anything to go by. “These bumps on the bottom are clean and cute. Delicious even. Don't suppose you'd mind if I kissed them a little? Maybe suckle on one to see what it tastes like?”

Spike was without words. Trying to sit up had been pointed for, his head rolled back from the pleasure, and his claws dug into the covers from the pressure, the squeezing of his digits try to repress everything so horrifyingly good about what he felt.

“And these spines on the sides look like silky hair.” Twilight giggled. Her hoof pressed down more, with force, pinning his dick between her plush soles and his smooth belly. Above, his head contorted right to deal with the agony. “Aren't you lucky to have been with such an interesting organ. But now that I have you writhing beneath me, you're going to tell me the truth.”

Spike barely managed to crack open an eye but managed to do so, keeping it fixed upon her. The hoof kept still with the pressure still on, breaking his mind by the act of it all. Somehow, he nodded his head.

“Are you a naughty dragon? Have you been seeing me in a new light?” The hoof pressed down harder on his cock, pressing deeper into his chest. His scales hardly impressed for the impact. “This thing here. Have you been using it while thinking of me? I want the truth, Spike.”

And he was tired of holding back.

“Yes! Yes, I have! I've been thinking of you and thinking of you and I can't get enough of you!” Spike slammed the back of his head against the pillow, rocketing himself in place, not to get off but to deal with the insurmountable pleasure that pained him. “I don't know what it is! Just everything about you is perfect! I love you, Twilight. I love you more than I should!”

“Naughty! And just what happened after you spied on me in the shower, hmm?!”

“I... I got hard! How the water fell all over your body! Y-Your flanks were so big and so w-wet... they w-wobbled when you moved.” Spike kept shaking in place as the hoof pressing down on his cock started to shift, caught completely beneath her sole. It angled him left, then right, each time with seconds before the other. “I-I went back to my room right away. Jerked over before I even reached the bed. I ended up touching myself again once I was back on.”

“So, you want to get close to me only to fuck me!”

“It isn't like that!”

“Then what is it like?”

“I don't know! I don't know! I don't... know...” Spike cried out his breathing while his body melted beneath his scales. There wasn't any pressure anymore. Tingles of pleasure fading from his system. His pain gone away. “I don't know. I don't know what any of this.”

Spike continued panting while his head rolled until straight on the pillow, gazing up into the impassive muzzle of the mare. Twilight was gazing down at him, her hoof pulled away. For once there wasn't anything about her.

“A-All I know is that I am scared. That I don't like everything that's happening.” He swallowed the dryness in his mouth. Thirsty. Celestia was he thirsty. “And that I miss you. I miss us. I-I want us to be together, like how we used to. But then there's more to it than just that.”

Finally, his head hung forward while his eyes shut, shame claiming him. “I didn't mean to be a bad dragon. I was just scared and confused. Even now... I don't know what to do. Who to talk to. Usually it's only you that I go to for everything.”

The void consumed him. Everything exposed to a world of nothingness. Whatever was to happen was going to happen. But he didn't care. He couldn't care anymore. The weight of it all had finally drained him of his strength.

Those, upon losing their will, are devoured by fate.

When the huff had come, the first sound from outside his cage, Spike gazed up only to see purple. Nothing but the slender purple pressing against his face, the tightness of a muzzle brushing over the whole of his face, a pair of lips covering the whole of his mouth.

The kiss. It didn't scare him. Despite his racing heart, it somehow calmed him down. Love washed him. Even though Twilight's embrace was pleasant, he couldn't move his own lips to return the effort.

Even the softest and smallest part of her was strong, easily able to overpower him, the top of her lips broad even to brush beneath his snout. Yet they appeared small and tight in proportion to the rest of her. It was terribly arousing.

“Mmhmm... you poor little boy...” Her foreleg slid around the back of his neck, only her wrist need to cover the length of his head and shoulder. It locked warmly in place. She inched him up while her muzzle pulled away. “My poor little boy keeping this all to himself. You haven't changed one bit, have you?”

“Well,” Spike turned his head to cough, blushing madly, his eyes flicking to his cock. “Some things are different.”

“And I couldn't be the least bit indifferent to it... after all, you've obviously noticed how different my body is now, right?” Twilight chuckled drunkenly in reference to her own body, sending back a wing to run across her sprawling barrel, touching herself so easily despite being with another. “But all you want to do is be close with me. How we go about that may be different. Though that's always kept the same, hasn't it?”

Spike blinked with a racing heart in his chest. It hurt to be led on so well. But already having given up his choice, he continued on forward, trusting in whatever fate Twilight Sparkle was to create. “I missed the closeness we had when we were still kids. The only way to be that kind of close again...”

“Shh... you don't have to explain yourself.” The hoof around his shoulder propped up against his lips, easily covering the whole of his lower-face. The plush soles tickled his scales with purple furs. “You've done enough pining for me already. My little boy wants to be with a big mare? That alone is an intoxicating kind of sexy already.”

“It is?”

“Mmhmm! Well, that shower door was left open for a reason—was it not?” Twilight's muzzled dipped while she laughed again, her sultry eyes glowing violet in the midnight. Her mass thrust upon such a tiny guy. “But tell me. Why do you want to be with me? What about my body do you love so much?”

This felt like a trap, from which, Spike couldn't care about becoming trapped in. “Everything about you. The fact that you're so big now... I don't know. A-As a dragon I'm supposed to be the big one. But having you be that one. Dunno. Makes me feel protected. That you can handle everything. That there's more of you to handle too!”

Spike clenched his eyes and covered his mouth with both claws. “I-I didn't mean it like—“

“Please do go on!” The broad tip of a wing brushed underneath his chin, rubbing the spot. His tail thumped left and right on the mattress. Coaxing the truth—or anything—out of him was always easy. “Is there anything else about my body you find appealing?”

She already knew. Twilight wasn't shy about showing off the perfection of her every curve. What had might been before a call to cast away her insecurities was now simply the desire to drink upon his every word. Never due to their significance but to the buzz they evoked.

“I-I mean, u-u-uh...” Spike shivered. Twilight locked their eye-contact while her lips dipped to his chest, covering most of it. She went down, slowly, kissing every inch without hassle. “Y-Your tallness? T-The fact you can be scaled? It's... I-I'm not really good when it comes to words.”

“Now isn't that a crime! Mmhmm, with Rarity you didn't struggle this much.” Twilight lifted her muzzle into the air, causing Spike to crane back his head, having to look up at her again. Something wrapped around his ankle, both of them, then yanking back. “But don't you worry. Actions prove everything. It's about time we both enjoyed each other.”

The tips of Twilight's wings had yanked him to the center of the bed, his view across her throat up to his muzzle obscured by the appearance of her chest. Broad but trim to the rest of her figure. Soft and fluffy and cozy like a blanket before a crackling fire.

Twilight rose up onto her hooves while her body arched high over him. He couldn't see her face anymore. Just the underside of her expansive barrel. The temperature had changed. Warmth to low heat. Scent accompanying it.

Then the mass above dropped.

It fell upon him in a purple blur, submerging him rather than crashing against him, the slender pudge of her under-belly a sea to paddle in. First came the giggles. His hearing became flooded due to the pressure, everything sounding like an echo.

The tuft of her chest reminded him of the most elegant carpet as tall and thick strands of violet brushed all over him. Easily able to fill into his claw as its tips came out from the end of his grip. She'd grown a crop on her chest. Enough so to suffocate him pleasantly.

“Do me a favour, Spike? Don't struggle.” Her voice. It came everywhere, all around without a central source. Powerful and commanding. Sultry and fixated upon him. His dick twitched against the curve of her ceiling. “Wanted to be with me like old times? You're right in how some things need to change. But at least I'll always be able to cover you with my body.”

His dick then twitched again. Shit.

“Think I'll rest my head on this pillow here and go to sleep. It's... aaahhh... been a rather long day.” Twilight's body wobbled all over him, sending him deeper into the mattress, the pudge above shaping more around his body as he sunk into that as well. “Not like I have someone underneath me right now. Someone who couldn't escape no matter how hard they tried to dig out from my body. Bit of a sexy thought something like that is possible, huh?”

The suffocation of softness was worst of all on his cock. To be pressing against laxness of body, comforted by a garden of fluff all to unable to do anything about it? The space was too tight to flick his hips. His cock pressed hard into something soft with no hopes of release.

“But I've always slept strangely.” The bottom arch of Twilight's body rose behind him. The pressure on his head then lifted. “You would know that better than anypony, wouldn't you, Spike? How I like to stick my rump a little bit when I'm tuckered out.” She snickered afar. “Not a bad place to crawl out from. Maybe you'll also find something there?”

That filled him with hope. Not of escape, but of this becoming something more. From the tight space underneath Twilight Sparkle's sprawling body, Spike worked his way to freedom. Placing a claw on the inward curve of her ceiling, he lightly pulled himself forward with grips of her fluff, wiggling beneath her pudge to force himself forward.

The crawl was slow but never unpleasant. There was a certain charm to swimming underneath the massive frame of a mare. Fur caressing across his smooth scales while her softness weighed around him. All of this belonging to a living thing currently lying down upon him. It did wonders for his dick.

But the air ticked and the heat burned moisture. The taut belly above curved into a long slope—one he enjoyed watching how every inch rose. Below that, the long and vast tail laid across the bed like a blanket. Two plushy round pillars of violet before him evoking another, horrible throb.

Still. He was beckoned by the place. Wrapping his claws around those giant thighs, relishing in how they sunk inches into the plushness as it rushed up and over his digits, they provided enough of a support to pull himself on. The whole of his claw covered only a spot on her legs.

Escapes were usually met with the brisk winds of freedom but, upon emerging between two arching hind legs, the air was heated dampness. Utterly tense and basked in girl scent. It made sense that when Spike's head popped out that he came face to face with the source of it all.

“Ooooon second thought! Holding my big butt in the air is pretty heavy after all.” Two squishy meteorites of purple wobbled in the air, the heft of their underside consuming his gaze. The slope of the floating bubble butt curved too far above and out of sight for Spike to follow. “Guess I better lay down proper now. Not like a massive mare like me has to worry about some itty-bitty dragon being trapped underneath my fat rump, right?”

Those two masses of softness plummeted, each cheek heaving upward as the behind crashed downward, the full crotch crashing into his chest. Her butt smacked into his face, covering every inch, bouncing in heavy jiggled from the momentum, utterly beating his face with the pleasantness of booty. Each jiggle softer than the last—but the weight behind the ass becoming a constant pressure against him.

“Mmhmm! M-My my.” Twilight groaned while her body shifted atop him, her frame flicking sideways, settling herself into comfort. All this further submerging and suffocating the dragon beneath her. “My rump d-doesn't usually feel this sensitive. Only became this way after all this growing. Just need to shift it a bit.”

Spike's eyes widened. The hefty cheeks had stopped their jiggling, weighing on his face and flattening all over it. He wasn't even a big enough cushion for something like her ass. Seconds later, they moved. The two balloons swaying sideways, forcing his cheek with their thickest swell, moving them in whatever direction they pleased, driving his muzzle into the divide in-between the two.

“That's a lot better! Still feels like there's something strange going on with my butt, though.” Twilight gave a slow yawn, followed by the smacking of her lips. “If someone were underneath it, they may suffocate down there. Probably best if they tried finding a way coming up for air.”

It'd been a trick that Spike had to follow through anyway. Without choice, he wiggled his face between the sides of the bountiful flanks, gaining further in gap in-between them. It was tight, but at least he could breathe. The smell of lilacs tickled his snout. Something else entirely, utterly thick, then rushed it.

Even though the mass of Twilight's ass covered the whole of his face, a pool of purple where the waves were massive and he had no choice to swim, he found a recess of freedom within the crevice between the two bouncy hills.

Admitting the salvation of his snout resided within the crack of Twilight's ass was humiliation, and yet, his cock helplessly throbbed below. The curve of her bottom left his body split and feeling in two different places. Top against her rump and bottom trapped beneath her crotch.

Due to the way her sky of belly laid, it rolled on his groin and over his legs, sandwiching his penis underneath the crushing weight of her tummy into the hard scales of his stomach. Shifting his hips was impossible. Tiny flicks were the only thing possible. Helplessly pushing the underside of his dick into the ceiling of smooth pudge, sinking deeper upward, the pre-heated warmth pushing all around him.

“Feels like I have something caught in the crack of my butt... maybe if I...” Twilight ceased her words to the sudden clenching of her cheeks, the towering walls on either side crashing together, pinning his head into place. “Mmhmm! That's the stuff! Y-Y'know, I-I think I can work you in deeper if I...”

The muscles beneath the doughy tush gripped him, tucking him an inch deeper while its outward curve settled across the back of his head. The end of her butt would keep tight while the walls deeper in would relax. His head whacked around, not out of pleasure but in hopes of escape—each strike of his head sinking onto into the squishy layer of the walls.

And then the muscles beneath gripped him once more, burying him deeper and deeper, relaxing around him only to hug at him again, keeping the process, moans coming afar, a giant mare slowly tucking a little dragon deeper into her rear.

Hot. Burning on contact with droplets of wetness. Spike's eyes opened, not daring to look around for he already knew where he was. Above, the dock of the great tail loomed. And right before his snout was the tall slit bigger than his face.

“It looks like the little dragon has finally found what he's been looking for this whole time! Well, Spike? Is my pussy as perfect as you always dreamed about?” There was rocking to her vast hips sending trembles through her cheeks, wobbling the purple cavern around him. “Probably bigger than what your imagination dreamt of. Think you'll still be able to please it?”

Spike gazed at the towering slit without much clue of what to do. It'd always been a foreign thing in his head. Something that he knew existed but never quite thought he would ever encounter—until very later in life.

And the fact that he now had to please the bulging vulva? It looked hungry. Quivering in place. The mounds lingered only in the sides of his eyes while her wet folds lined from top to bottom of his vision. They parted slightly, unleashing a heated gale across his cheeks, the sheer temperature reminding him of a sauna.

The scent. It consumed the space with him in the center. The moisture in the air came from this place. It reeked of mare, of something intensely foul but mind-numbly pleasant. His expression drooped before her, his tongue dripping from his lips.

When did he become so thirsty?

Without quite knowing what he was going to do, Spike pushed forward into the burning place, the heated length of her cunt laying across most of his face. Her folds parted upon his approaching, settling gently over his cheek. Heated air blew over him still. It dried him, forcing him into a thirst from that which leaked out.

“Mhmm... putting your face against it... such a good little dragon... b-but... you need to do some work.”

Spike didn't need orders as he kissed the sensitive bits of her marehood, the bitterness of her honey changing into utter sweetness upon his tongue. He was beyond thirsty as he lapped at her slit for more of her slickness. Each droplet drying his tongue in an explosion of flavour quaked his body into needing more.

Twilight seemed to be getting off to it. Having a little dragon nestled in her ass and eating out her cunt like a puppy at a bowl. His snout had been buried well beyond her folds as he worked his way down, breathing in nothing but what came out her fuming chamber. His only smell was the innermost part of her.

“That's right,” Twilight moaned upon slowly rocking her hips, pushing her backside further into his head, crashing her pussy harder onto his face. To conquer with something like her cunt. The cascading pleasure fuelled the next charge of her horn. “Drown in my pussy, Spike. Let it be all that you can see. All that you ever need to drink will come from there.”

The spell coursed through her at once. The growth quicker and making her bigger as everything occurred within the length of a single flash. What had once been hills around Spike slowly ballooned into a near valley comprised of mare. The pussy growing around his snout, consuming more of it while rising around his eyes.

The little fear that he could become lost inside of it now becoming very real.

And the poor dragon wiggled his feet beneath the heavier load of her belly, unable to even give a proper give and every flick only sinking in. His cock couldn't even flick. Just pinned against his belly. The aching so unbearable the rest of his body felt ready to explode in response. The heat, the must, the pressure. All these took away the ability to think from the dragon.

As his face buried into her folds continued to lick and suckled at every inch of her pussy, his pointy tip dipped lower and his tongue struck in further. More steam washed over his cheeks, and the intense smell thickened the air within his lungs. The continuously heated euphoria nearly forcing the dragon to pass out.

But his face reached the base of her vulva and stumbled across something like a pebble. Soft only in a thin surface until pressing into hardness. Dense but squishy. Salty sweetness comprising it. His lips parted as he took the numb into his mouth, suckling upon it, thirsty for its taste.

Twilight had already been lighting her horn for a second charged when the little dragon found her sensitive clit. More of her ass dropped at once, flattening against the mattress as the head of the dragon was tucked in deep between them. Without remorse, she rocked her hips, riding his face with the same intensity during sex.

Fucking him with her cunt, bashing his face full of pussy, leaking her scent and juices all over his body. Marking. Marking him as hers. He was her servant, the one she would protect, that one that she would own. Always her number one flatterer.

“You're making me grow with your love! Feel how big I'm able to grow thanks to you!” Twilight's horned charged and swirled and unleashed as well, a magenta aura capturing her frame, expanding it to the brim of the undulating glow before it faded. “Growing so big because my small dragon loves me. Making sure everypony is okay with me getting bigger. I... mhmmhm... think you deserve your reward.”

Spike endured the torture of pleasure with the soft underbelly grinding against his cock, his face lodged in a steamy place, making him thirsty for its contents. The hefty weight rolled upon him started to lift, refreshing freedom washing over his scales as cold air tickled.

Above was where the structure of Twilight arched into the air, laughing to herself while her frame fell backward, the mass of her frame overcoming the whole of the bed. Her legs sprawled off the corners, leaving the little dragon in a valley comprised of thighs.

“Well, Spike?” Twilight's voice drifted from over the slope of her crotch, it towering before the dragon. It was too tall for him to see over. Long strands of thick pubic mane laid along the sides of her mounds, silky on the eye. “Aren't you going to make us close again?”

Spike turned onto his chest, pressing his claws against the bed, slowly rising—with a stumble—onto his feet. The bed impressed deeply beneath his foot, the thick thighs creating deeper impressions around them. It made it harder to walk but he stumbled to her crotch all the same.

It reminded him of staring at a cliff.

What was he supposed to do? Twilight's bubbly cheeks were round and tightly bound together with a delicious divot between them, snug and warm, a delightful place to thrust his cock within. But his eyes raised to her cunt. That big and tall thing so wonderfully tight despite its size.

His legs wobbled at the sight, his knees demanding to touch on the mattress, all to kneel and eat out her pussy. But a shake of his head already told him he'd paid his service. Glancing down at his cock, and flicking up to the purple cooch at level with his eyes... how was he supposed to get it in?

The round thighs at his sized gave the answer.

It might have been the most awkward way to sex ever known, but that was how things usually went for the duo. Hefting himself up onto the curve of the large groin, Spike swam his feet below in the air, finding them graze across the inner-thighs.

Light moans from afar were his rewards for the effort.

His feet pressed into the purple surfaces, sinking into the pre-heated layer of squish, feeling it rise up around his toes. More plush than any bed; warmer than any blanket. Spike flicked his dick into the wall of purple fur while he climbed, his feet climbing higher on her thighs—enough to cast the weight of his body onto Twilight's delightfully tight middle.

“Well well well! Wouldn't you know it? Our little adventure has finally shown up!” Spike's face flopped against the flooring of impressible softness, the distant voice rumbling through the stomach, much more rooted in pitch. “Never thought my body would become like a landscape to you again? Like all those times you'd climb onto my belly and curl yourself asleep? You always did find any excuse to get closer to me.”

Spike rolled his face up on the breathing floor. Across the rolling lands of purple furs came a jungle of thick tuft that marked her chest. The fuzz tall and thick and purple, voluminous and plenty, such a soft bed to have risen around him.

But further. Above that. Twilight's muzzle floated in the air, hard to see in the darkness, once more illuminated by brilliant, glowing balls of violet. Her sultry smile cut through the dimness. She could always make her expression felt regardless of the conditions.

“Now here's your chance for us to become one together,” Twilight said. “Seeing you like that down there, needing my thighs to hold you up, my groin able to comprise you... y-you... better do something quick, Spike.” Another laugh once more. “Or else I may end up taking charge. Mmhm! Or maybe you would like that?”

Spike didn't bother with her taunts when so much of her body frightened him already. His leads were spread and his feet pressed against the pillars of thighs for support. The heat was awash over his crotch as it hovered before her cunt. He'd always heard such places were supposed to be small on a mare.

And this one was anything but.

All of this had been a game from the start. Everything teased with no chance of him actually to please. He could only go through with it. Any hope of anything else given up at the chance to truly be with Twilight Sparkle.

Even if she wasn't his Twilight Sparkle anymore.

With the tip of his cock pressing against her parted folds, the first sensation was the softness sliding against his sides. Despite the space between it all, they somehow flexed, tightening around him, sucking and suckling him into Twilight's depths.

And the heat that blasted his face wrapped around his cock likely a tightly rolled blanket. Fears of feeling nothing removed by the weight of the temperature running around his dick, caressing him with the air within alone. More of his cock slid it. Had he even reached inside yet?

“My little boy is finally entering me! And it feeeels soooo goooood!” Twilight's great head swayed around in the air, waving to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her pussy finally being filled by something while her inner walls clenched upon his length. “Y-You've got a little ways to go, Spikey. Keep putting it in like a good boy.”

Spike shut his eyes and pushed himself deeper into the greatness, his crotch nearing her rolling mounds. Inside, the spacious tunnel tightens around his entry, the scorching walls of dripping slickness gripping around his dick—tugging it deeper.

“T-Twilight...” the breathless word left him. “I-I don't... t-t-think I c-can make it...”

“Do you need help from your big Twilight? Don't worry, Spike.” Twilight rolled her back on the bed, the plush boulders of her flanks coming to softly thump against the sheets. Something beyond the sex itself pleased her. “This is my first time, too, so I wasn't expecting much. I needed to know how having a cock inside of me felt, b-but... mmhmm... let's just say I enjoy being served more than sex.”

Spike's belly clenched while the plump, boiling, lubricated walls continued to massage over his shaft. “D-Do you want to stop this then?”

“Heavens, no, lover boy.” Something pressed upon the dragon's back, the tops of the thighs his feet were against. He slipped from them—only for Twilight to closer her legs, the mass of those luscious thighs tightly mounting pressure upon his back. “I never conclude an experiment until the test is done. Besides. Your love is allowing me to become more, remember?”

Spike arched backward with his head rolling up, groaning at the pressure surrounding him, feeling his penis dive a few more precious inches into Twilight's body. The intensity of her legs nearly killed him as he pressed entirely against the mare's crotch, feeling his dick nestled within her depths.

Not from a feeling of an errant throb, he barely breached the entrance of it all.

“Just like that, my little Spikey.” The legs loosened around his waist—before clenching around him again. Over and over. Steady rhythms of thrusts manipulated by the closing of her legs. This wasn't sex at all. Not when his body was a mere toy to her joy. “Am I a little too big for you down there? Hehe. Never thought I would be the one to use that line on anyone.”

It kept on. Releasing and closing of legs. Dick sucked in deeper, clenched into a hold that milked his length before releasing and spewing him back out. Her body worked around him; it worked him instead. The thumping of her flanks against the bed growing harder while the groans below sounded louder.

Spike threw his head back with the thought of only enduring, played with the body of the mare, consumed by her cunt and held there by her legs, feeling bursting heat beating beneath his penis, the walls simply too broad around to hug him tightly. Always touching but never entirely squeezing. Inside her but never one with her.

As it would then always be.

“Oh, what's this? My horn is glowing again?” Spike's eyes snapped open as he coughed for air, feeling something sputter past his lips. A single eye gazing across the expanse of belly, he saw the head in the distant illuminated beneath the swirling, glowing colours. “It appears we're both going to have trouble if you stay down there. But don't be sad! Your efforts were certainly worthwhile.”

Cracks didn't break his heart from the inability to pleasure a mare.

For his heart was already shattered.

“Don't look upset, Spike.” The waves of purple flesh around his back rubbed down to his legs, hoisting them upward from their bottom. Without choice, he slid onto the patch of her crotch, cock slipping with faint steam puffing from behind it. “You're my dragon, and I'm the one that promised to make you feel good. Let your big Twilight Sparkle take of every little thing. I'll always protect you from everything—even your arousal.”

The strangeness didn't capture him anymore. Not even upon standing on her groin, ample space around his feet, caused him discomfort. Rather he continued forth even as the rushing glow of colours washed over his head like a dome around her body—encasing them both.

“Aw! You look so cute walking across my body like that! Remember when you used to do the same thing? Walking carefully across my belly to throw your arms around my neck?” Twilight snickered as thin witness exuded over her skin. “You don't have to be so careful now. Soon I'll be so big you can run across my barrel like a race track! Even your toes just tickling my tummy is making me grow faster than before!”

Tufts of fuzz blossomed in-between the digits of his feet, the thicker strands brushing over his scales, a softer, rising cushion growing beneath his soles. The thin layer of magic in the sky grew closer as the seconds passed. Despite being caught in the magic, it didn't affect him, rather allowing him to travel across Twilight's body while it grew around and beneath him.

Every step he took, cut in half by her enlarging frame, creating more distance, more space to be covered. Upon reaching her belly, his feet sunk inward, barely by an inch. What would have customarily strained the air in the mare was no more than a book left on her stomach.

The little dragon continued to wander forward, stumbling at every step, swaying at every foot crossed, warmth overwhelming him. Patches of purple growing into miniature fields. The forelegs marking the distance steadily becoming beams. Strange horror consumed him of the great limbs suddenly snatching him away.

But he kept his wobble forward, through the desert of lavender, tired and thirsty, wanting to give up as the world of mare devoured him. Before he knew, the expanse of her frame expanded into the reaches of the spell. Glow fading; growth dwindling.

“You've made it! Quite the journey across my body!” Spike entered his final stumble into the bush of purple, feeling it brush across his knees. She'd already gotten that big? Too dizzy of a mind to care. The end was already near. “But it would appear my muzzle is too high for your little body to reach! Y-You could try jump and swinging your claws around... but you seem too tuckered out!”

Spike stood hunch forward, heaving hot breaths, unable to keep his visions still. Like walking across a covered sun, the intense heat seeping through regardless of what covered it. The giant mare could be a heat source for the world given time.

“Carrying around that erection for so long... having it teased beneath my soft belly... caressed slightly within my pussy... going on for so long without any release! Being that hard must have been torture for you!” Twilight's muzzle dipped from floating above, her neck relaxing on the pillow, forcing her head to before her chest. “But don't you worry! Your Twilight's going to take care of you. I'll make sure you'll never have to suffer from arousal ever again—I'll always be there to take care of your every need.”

Spiked lifted his head—only to gaze into her eyes. Each twice the size of his own. The whole of her faze consumed his vision as every inch, every itch of her expression went recorded within his mind. Her long mane running down her back, her bangs thick, the structure beneath her muzzle stronger and more abundant and intensifying it all to maddeningly cute and sexy and other wonderful degrees.

Such a mare crafting into perfection always escaped description beyond the most skilfully composed poetry.

And then, with a glint in her eye and a lick of her lips, her mouth opened to the burst of faint steam undulating to freedom. Spike feared to gaze into her maw for it reminded more of a cavern in progress. The dense vines of saliva drooping from the perfection of her teeth. How her tongue draped down like a velvet carpet, expecting the most pristine guest even if he ceased to be all that grand.

“What are you waiting for?” Twilight said with an open mouth and yet, somehow, not slurring her speech in the slightest. “Aren't you going to let me feel better? After all you've done for me... after everything I've made you feel.” Her tongue slowly slithered back into her maw as if to create a time constraint. “Don't you want to become complete with me?”

Nothing could be said or done as the words had been placed upon him, her muzzle dipping before him, granting him complete access to that moist, dripping place of perfection. He stepped forward, placing his caws on the sides of her snout, holding the tight passages as he positioned his crotch before the waves of air gushing from her maw.

Such a mare letting him shove his dick into her mouth.

Be it teasing or torture, it wasn't something she'd allow for anyone else and, in the iota of special status he held in her heart, the little dragon exchanged his will for it. One day he would be consumed by her. That throat would have him or another place akin to that. Yet any fate away from his Twilight wasn't one worth living at all.

The first sensation was the blistering heat caught within her maw. The air changed and became moist with her spit. The carpet of her tongue like a rough velvet rising underneath his shaft, the moisture allowing him to slide in with ease.

Twilight's muzzle dived on his cock, which touched down on her tongue, only slightly straining to push her mouth forward, taking every inch of him inside. She didn't do anything at first. Letting him stand there with his dick inside. Her mouth still open to allow him to gaze within.

The following sight evoked a violent throb from him.

If Twilight's maw had been spacious from the start—then it truly had become a cavern. With his dick laying on her tongue inside her mouth, the surroundings grew bigger, more space becoming available, while the current growth continued to flush through her frame.

He was seeing his dick grow smaller inside the growing mouth of the girl. Even his claws laid on the sides of her muzzle were finding more space to cover, like a solid curved wall stretching beneath them, soon even that would be too big for his claw to have a hold upon.

Once this effect had been sold on the dragon, Twilight closed her lips at the base of his cock, their lock impossible to break. Her tongue then rose beneath his dick, raising it, her sides flushing over him. Lick after lick. Taste of salt with a pinch of spice. Strange, but strangely tasty.

Spike, however, lost all strength. His legs buckled as his frame went limp against the front of her muzzle, somehow expecting it hold up all his power—which Twilight did with ease. Around his back, her forelegs came, not pushing but keeping against his back, supporting him should the need arise.

He'd completely surrendered himself to her hooves.

“P-Please... don't stop...” Spike murmured out the words while flicking his hips against her lips, inching his dick the tiniest bit deeper. Those broad licks electrocute him. He'd been so cold. He needed more of that wonderful tongue to curl around over inch of him. “I-It feels so good. P-Please Twilight. Don't hurt me anymore.”

Something about that line had caused the mare to stop, even if only for a second, something new crossing her eye. It'd been the first time she'd been caught by surprise. Where the hammering of her heart and the thumping of her hips were outside of her control.

Here she was, large and in charge, with the dragon entrusted to her in life, who loved her so dearly, limp against her snout, flicking his dick into her mouth because he was desperate for any kind of contact. Though the sight could have turned her back.

Twilight Sparkle instead closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations of his small body standing on her own, of the heat baking from her quivering pussy, and the excitement brewing that came from her every expansion.

Her tongue worked over his cock, lick after lick, the whole pulling away only to mesh her lips over his base, suckling, sucking, opening her mouth only to suddenly tightened it around him. His little movements slid in and out of her lips, their plushness offering him some pleasure, the only part about his body working being the tiny hips working overtime to derive satisfaction.

Another friend turned into a toy.

Twilight's unfurled a wing while the tiny boy went to town on her mouth, letting its tip search around her belly, drawing circles in the patches of fur pressed down by previous little feet. Her needy little pussy was searing for contact. The flames buried beneath her walls stroking against the skin in hotter brushed of desperation.

Her gaze then settled on the dragon. His cheek laid down on her snout, eyes closed while he continued his humping, animalistic, nearly reminding her of a dog in heat. He looked so cute like this. Like putty in her hooves. Desperate for her, a dragon made into a dog by her, all of him reliant upon her.

Stroking her pussy with her wing couldn't express or exhaust all the heat her thoughts and feelings surged within her. Every strand of every fur on every inch of her body lit on a pleasant fire. Her skin so sensitive that the feet planted one her chest pleased her more than sucking dick or thrusting wingtips her cunt.

It dawned. Normal means pleased a normal mare. But Twilight had ceased to be normal. All those years spent alone, clueless and frightened by the idea of sex, now a symbol and idol soon to be worshipped. Her greatness and perfection lowered all into her servants.

And it would be required. Even while the dragon became frantic while her tongue licked him like a lollipop, Twilight knew there would soon be no stallion or mare, anyone big or small, that could please her.

Even the greatness of Rainbow and the closeness of Spike didn't strike her cunt into the climax her perfection deserved. Many and many would need to touch her, to caresses and worship her for her body to reach the orgasms it craved. The bigger she became, the more subjects she would need, so many different ways of being pleasure by so many emerging.

The whole of a kingdom needed all to serve one gigantic mare.

That alone gave her a finish.

While warm squirts of honey drizzled out from her pussy below, warm lines running down her thighs and puddles leaking through the crack of her tush, her eyes focused back on the world, to the dragon who now rested his chest on her snout.

He'd buried himself every possible inch within her... and it still didn't look like enough... like... like he wanted to fully be with her, inside her, somehow. It spoke in his eyes when they opened, the soft, brilliant glow of green settling upon her—desperate for her.

Spike didn't know why he did it, but his claws reach over her head, grabbing her ears. They flexed forward to support him at once. He gripped them, thrusting his hips, eyes closing as he lost himself once more to bliss.

And after fucking her muzzle for a few seconds longer—his load blew over within her maw. It sputtered in thin splotch across her tongue. Nothing to choke on... but Twilight liked it more that way. Spike kept fucking her lips while the pleasure drained from his dick. The heighten, painful arousal finally leaving him altogether. It left him exhausted.

A peace Twilight could never have again as the spell charged almost without her knowing.

By the final eruption of his dick, the last of power faded from the dragon, falling completing into the support of her hooves. His head sputtered upward, struggling to keep the ascent, barely able to crack open an eye.

His cute, drained, determined little face looked at her, a strange bliss upon him. He gave her a final smile, one that felt bittersweet. In a few seconds longer, he collapsed. Completely leaving his weight to her mere hooves. Seconds after that came the adorable small snores.

Twilight didn't bother with the blanket. Gently guiding the little dragon onto her chest, she crossed her hooves over him, hugging him tightly, both bed and bedding to him. Spike turned, getting comfortable in her tufts of fur. With a little sigh, he became still.

For the rest of the night, they kept like that, sleeping together, one held close to the other. When she was sure he wouldn't move anymore, one of her hooves pulled away—only to stroke his head, slowly, like she had done so many years ago.

So much had changed.

Yet a lot of things had kept the same.

What had changed was for the worse.

What had kept the same for the better.

Both, in the end, doomed to their fates.