The Sunset from Her Hand
B_25 & Judoon

Twilight knew there was nothing to fear because she had done everything right. The magical theorem of dimensional cross transition, succeeded upon countless months of endless study of quantum physics, all of which relatively reflective of the magical output of energy from the moon, in its every lunar stage and angle, permitting the answer, the ideal frequency to open the portal to the other world without the need of celestial intervention.

Twilight's muzzle had been shoved into one too many books, eyes closed and mouth open, to drool on so many pages to waste the answer she'd come to. Not now. Shaking her head before the crystal portal, the tip of her horn charged with swelling magic. Her legs trembled. Not from the power of the spell but from the fear surging in her heart.

She got everything right, and this would be no different, but as crystal softened into liquid transparency—something felt wrong. Not the math, or the output of magic tunnelling into the portal. But rather, the act of interfering with something natural, celestial, and taking its power and the course into her own hooves.

But such things always felt wrong to the first pony to succeed them. Even still, however, this line of guilt differed from any other feeling.

“Enough,” Twilight whispered beneath her breath, the weight of the spell, now, like a stone weighing down the back of her neck—one fought to lift her head against. She stood tall before the portal, putting a hoof forward, its clop louder than the low sizzle of magic. “Indecisiveness kills genius. You've already fought to go through with this. No point in quitting now!”

Because more than that. Then the fear of doing something wrong, the dread of all going dead—that rising torrent of detrimental uncertainty didn't matter, however, when compared welling desire to see Sunset again. To see that girl, hold her hand, talk and play and hang out again. She missed her. A heartbeat skipped whenever she thought about her.

And the bright and burning desire to see Sunset again pushed Twilight through the whipping winds of the portal, each step forward like climbing the peak of the tallest mountain, everything, nature itself, trying to push her back, keep her down, prevent her from doing the very thing she struggled to even do with her own hooves.

Twilight stepped through the crystal portal, alone, all to see her friend.

As if things ever went simple, or normal, for Twilight.

An explosion of brightness flashed into Twilight's gaze upon fluttering her eyes, seeing, after a few more blinks, the upside-down view of the base of the portal—to the statue, high, all so high above, where the clouds were supposed to be loom.

Something isn't right here.

Twilight rubbed a hand over her eyes, blinking them again only to see the same sight. Things look bigger and different when viewed upside down, sure, but the mass of the statue reminded Twilight more of an apartment building than block decor.

She had made it to the other side, alive and in one piece, but she couldn't fight the inward-swelling sensation in her stomach of something gone horribly wrong. The excitement of travelling between worlds with the use of her own magic, rather than celestial events, faded away when the world felt too big around her.

It was only when Twilight sat up from her spot on the ground, of course, that she realized exactly what had gone wrong. For when her miniature body sat up from the pavement, she first noted how she barely came above it—the crack in stone ahead running wider than any river she'd seen in her life.

Or, in whipping her head in every conceivable direction with quickening fear, how the once small patches of grass across the sidewalk were now jungles, sprawling off into the tremendous and blurry distance, the trimmed spades of green towering like trees.

Twilight gulped, swung her legs together, realizing with fear, a wobbling of her frame that she sat only an inch tall. Looking off into the faraway distance, the front of the school loomed greater than a country—the comprehension of its size slowly killing Twilight on the inside.

The ground then shook.

Rumbles of stomping feet quaked the pavement, rocking the little world around Twilight. At once, she tried curling into herself out of the overwhelming fear of the staggering size of every little thing around her. But once the voice of the oncoming giant spoke, both its sound and its words calmed her heart if only by a little.

“Twilight! You here purple girl?” The smooth front of black heels stomped into the pavement with the force of a meteorite, a current blasting from underneath its soles. Twilight's hair whipped back from the impact. “Not seeing her. She said this time exactly. And she’s not the kind of gal to be tardy either. Not… good.”

Twilight craned her neck, over the field that was the front of the black heel, to the towering pillar otherwise known as Sunset’s ankle. It was covered in a white sock, something tall enough to be a well—something Twilight feared getting tossed inside and lost within.

But up her gaze went anyway. Up across the long, lemon legs that burned Twilight’s purple cheeks—until she saw something she shouldn't have.

The round underside of a velvet skirt danced around above, its hem made of a dense velvet, the sheer of which reminded Twilight almost of a veil. But her attention wasn't placed on that. Oh no. What caught her eyes, much to the shame that laid behind them, was what lurked in the dim shadows tucked beneath the skirt.

The dark, black, tight panties.

Twilight couldn't help her eyes, the glorious perversion warming between her own legs. She knew long ago that she was bi, that tanned yellow thighs made her mind feel alright… but to see the underside of Sunset so close, so big, a landscape of sexual perfection coated and covered with dense, silk fabric of the finest panties money could buy—it hugging Sunset's bottom perfectly.

Of course, however, her eyes forcibly drew back before the skirt. Watching how it sprawled upward, the fabric billowing in the air almost like a blimp to the smallest sways of the giant's body. Her eyes went up, and up, to the starting of the purple shirt, the black leather jacket that fitted Sunset alone—and the plump, rolling hills of tanned yellow pressing out against the fabric, stretching it and defining its roundness against the material—warm, delicious, supple things.

And then her eyes went up further still. Twilight fell further back on her butt, feeling her own skirt rise while her white panty-clad bottom crashed into the pavement. Vines. Dense strands of red and yellow, twirled as they cascaded down, a stream of luscious hair that's presence radiated warmth to the eyes.

And there, much to Twilight's fear, the oceans of lime, two eyes glowing bright, gazing down at the inch of space she covered on the ground. The massive face, covered in haze by the sheer distance between saw her. The giant eyebrows rising and the massive jaw dropping.

Sunset browsed the possible ideas her and Twilight could do before she arrived. It would take some marketing to convince the purple girl to ride on the back of her bike. Outright selling to see a scary movie. But when Sunset finally reached the spot where the book had instructed as the meeting spot only to find nothing.

Her head dropped in disappointed, though those thoughts and plans faded from her mind for a different reason.

For Sunset’s eyes eyes filled with a tiny Twilight Sparkle.

She wasn't sure what she saw at first. A few blinks confirmed something small and lavender laid before the front of her shoe. It reminded her of a bug, and at once, she was thankful stepping on insects wasn't a pastime of hers. But even still, dealing with this lavender bug at almost frozen her on the spot.

“T-Twilight? Is that... can you... is that you?” Sunset shook her head. How the hell was she going to talk or hear Twilight from all the way up here? She bent her legs forward and bent down, hovering over the place where the tiny Twilight sat. “No way... it really is you! And you made it through the portal too!”

But Twilight continued to lie on her back, not staring up at her, but rather, lower on her giant body. Sunset scrunched her eyes. What was Twilight looking at? A glance down showed how the underside of her skirt was wholly exposed to the tiny girl.

And how her panties rode into her crotch.

“Er, sorry for the view. It’s not... intentional.” Sunset blinked. Just how did she look to Twilight? A leviathan of a person, squatting her frame over Twi’s minuscule body, the interior of her skirt now a dark theatre, the wall of crotch the screen. “So you made it through! Guess that means your equation to supplement celestial energy with pseudo-celestial rays and magical output matched the same connotations of the real thing. B-But, if that's the case, then why... are you so small?”

Twilight seemed to be shouting something up at her, or, at least, when Sunset squinted her eyes she could see Twilight's mouth moving. But the words blew like miniscule squeaks. Going shorter than a second and unheard by the untrained ear.

How long do you plan on keeping the poor girl on the ground, Sunset?

“O-One second!” Sunset giggled awkwardly to herself. “Let's get you up from the sidewalk.”

Sunset pressed the back of her hand against the chilly pavement. How cold must it have been for Twilight? The little Twi stood at once, sauntering to the side of her cupped hand—like one walking around a sleeping lion. Why was she so scared? Scratch that. A giant world would be scary to anyone.

But when Twilight came to the side of her hand, she threw herself against it, sinking into the plush skin, tickling the spot with her pitiful jumping. “Hold on just a sec. I'm going to pick you up.” Lowering her other hand, her fingers pinched at the tiny girl's waist, so small and so tight, shivering Sunset's own hips with tingly delight. “And there you go!”

She dropped Twilight into the palm of her hand, which she slowly rose up, wondering how it all must have looked to Twilight. To ride an elevator up to a massive woman, each section of her body but a mere floor to the tiny. Easy with those thoughts. You're not on the internet.

Even though Sunset had to raise the tiny girl past the exposure of her skirt, the playful side of her still brought her up to her chest. Glancing down, her breasts weren't the biggest around—but they also weren't the smallest. They filled her shirt out perfectly, stretching the fabric to accentuate their roundness.

Holding Twilight before her tanned mountains, though not the greatest of ideas, was one that kept the tingles of her crotch at bay for a few seconds more. Sunset sighed as her mind filled with ideas not made to be had outside. Be worried for your friend! She's shrunk after getting through the portal—why aren't you more confused and concerned!

“Ugh. You... don't know how glad I am to see you.” The tiny Twilight stumbled around in her palm. Sudden vertigo probably wasn't kind to her stomach. “I-I made it! And on time too!”

Sunset chuckled—the release of air nearly blasting Twilight back a step on her palm. “But not quite the size you were expecting?”

“Can't say I intended to figure out how to reduce the size of an individual while I was at it.” Twilight finally did fall onto her butt, the minuscule shifting of softness caressing the inch of skin underneath. Sunset suppressed a shiver. The feeling of the tiny ass, supplement by smooth, white panties was nearly too much.

“Two great achievements for one.” Twilight then sighed. “And I can't even be proud of either one.”

“At least you made it to the other side.” Sunset lowered her eyes, softened her expression, and slowed her breathing. With a genuine smile, she nodded her head. “You made it to me, at least. We can figure out what happened and how to fix it back at my place.” She gave the small girl an even smaller laugh. “Trust me when I say you're in good hands!”

Twilight lowered her head at that, closing her eyes, unable to suppress her own bout of laughter. “Guess you've got me there.” Placing her tiny hands on the expanse of smooth skin, she stood back up in place. Then, she glanced over her shoulder at the statue. “But with my magic reduced with my size, there's nothing I can do about the portal.”

Sunset shook her head. “Nothing you can do about it now. But think about it. How long did you tell everyone back home you'd be gone for.”

Twilight looked back at her, so small and seeming helpless, swinging one leg behind the other, keeping her cute little face lowered. “A week, most likely. Two at the latest.”

“That's time we were going to spend hanging anyways, so nothing's changed then, right?” Sunset stood back up in place, keeping her ascent as slow as possible, making sure she didn't knock her small friend off balance. “We can work something out until then. Everything's going to be fine! Trust.”

It took a few moments, but the small girl started to lose some of her fear, slowly nodding her head. “Trust, I guess.”

Sunset smiled while leaning her hips to the left, a wave of dread washing over her expression. “Now, with that out of the way, our next problem is finding out a way to sneak you back home.” She gestured her other hand down her body. “Not like any of these have pockets—or ones too tight to trust you in.” She closed her eyes and shook her head, the bounces of her hair like flying wrecking balls to the tiny. “Curse me and my dress sense, hey?”

Twilight laughed, the hollow kind, and offered nothing more.

But those dirty thoughts quickly returned. Sunset took a moment to appreciate the tiny, lavender girl standing tall in her palm. Her internet history, the kind always wiped once she was done, flashed into her mind.

If Sunset didn't have anything on her clothing to put the tiny Twilight, then why not place her inside her dress! It would be a hard sell, sure, but she was good with her words. Hey, Twilight! We can't chance anyone else finding you small, or you slipping out and away from me, so why don't we keep you as close to my body as possible.

Sunset struggled to keep her eyes from clenching as the fantasy continued in her mind.

It may seem a little weird, but how would you like to go inside of my panties? Of course, there's not much space in there because I like to wear them tight—but my cheeks are really soft, and you would fit perfectly between them! Of course, they may rub all over you when I walk. And it's going to get super squishy in there if I sit down—but at least you'll be close to me, and you can't get out even if you tried.

Sunset had to fight the darker version of herself. She loved feeling like a giant, browsed image boards of tinies being forced into all the places where she would like to fit them the most. Never did she have these kinds of thoughts about Twilight. But also never did Twilight exist at an inch tall before.

But if you don't like that, and you want to be even closer to me, then why not stay at my crotch? Of course, you would be bound against my mounds with most of your body wedged into my cunny... but worst case, you can just go inside my pussy, go inside of me, and you can move and play and be safe while I go about my day!

Sunset had to fight herself. To defeat the urge to take her tiny friend, one whom she loved and owed so much, from opening the front of her skirt, holding out her panties, and tossing the small girl into the world dominated by her sunny crotch. To not split her lips and stick her in, dominating her saviour with the depths of her fantastic pussy.

“U-Um, Sunset?” The squeaking from down in her hand broke away those thoughts, causing her eyes to settle on the small one who stood upon it. Twilight's arms reached up into the air—as if that would catch the giant's attention better. “I think I might have found a way for you to carry me around safely.”

Sunset struggled not to squeak when she spoke next, “H-How do you mean, Twilight?”

“Well, when I was here next time, I noticed that the girls here, you know, tend to stuff things down their... shirts, when they're not using them.” At once, she blinked, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her face. “Like phones and small stuff like that. Or, at least, I think that's a thing here.”

Had this small girl just given Sunset permission to stuff her down her chest? Glancing down at her chest, even she could admire her cleavage spilling upward out of the collar of her shirt. The rollings tops of her smooth slopes, a buoyancy she was more than proud of.

She could picture it, too, the inch tall girl running across the field that was the round top of her breast—feeling the itty-bitty stomping of feet sinking into her softness, letting them both experience how full her boobs were.

“I guess that is something girls do nowadays.” Not with tiny girls that they then smother with two, big, round fat tits, smushing them and rubbing them deeper into their cleavage until only their heads are popping out—which a single press of an index finger will send them tumbling into the depths of their chest. “You'll be tucked in there tightly enough that you won't be slipping out anytime soon, which is one less worry for us. Plus, it'll be soft, so it's not the end of the world if I run into something.”

Twilight beaned up at those words. “My thoughts exactly!”

Sunset couldn't think of a response. She'd already come too far to let the little Twilight know how much wrong was with her idea. She wasn't from around here. How was Twilight supposed to know that a girl's chest... was more sexual in nature? Giving herself away now would only make things more complicated and awkward. Just go with it, Sunset, and try not to enjoy yourself too much.

She brought her other hand to her chest, pinching the front collar of her shirt, pulling it back and nearly moaning as she did so. Her bunched together breasts at once spilled forward in sweet freedom, the pressure against them released, a welling she put on for wandering eyes.

How would it feel to have Twilight down there? Sunset wasn't wearing a bra right now, and as she gazed into the dim darkness of her top, of the space she created by holding back the purple fabric dam of her shirt, she wondered—if she placed the tiny Twilight at the front of her shirt, right in the center where her erect tit was ready to stab back into... how would that feel?

Knowing another was pinned, deep inside her shirt, smothered by her chest and plastered by something like her tiny tits. Ooooh. Twilight's tiny body could wrap around her nipple, chest and belly against it, legs wrapped around it, clinging to her tit, which would keep her safe from the overwhelming weight of her boobs.

Now is not the time!

“Guess we've reached the second problem now.” Sunset brought the hand with Twilight on it closer to the open exposure of her chest, inches above it, the field of boobies wider than what the little girl could see. Vast and capped only by the dam of her shirt, the black leather of her jack blurry in the distance. Her throat was the only thing rising up from the place.

The little one was now too close to be able to look up at her face.

“You can jump in there yourself if you like.” Sunset fought back a cough and a blush. “Or I, er, could tuck you in there myself.”

Twilight stared over the edge of her palm to the open field of breasts below, the staggering distance between seeming like it forced her back a step. Even still, she kept gazing over the hand, drawn to Sunset's breasts—but without quite knowing why.

“Your, um, c-chest still feels a bit too far away for comfort.” Even as she was speaking, she was staring down at the valley that's soft hills sloped inward, her foot being drawn closer toward it, almost subconsciously. “You can tuck me in there yourself. Much safer that way.”

Unless I stuff you down my chest, deep into my cleave, enjoy the feeling of a pebble being rubbed between my big fat tits.

“C-Couldn't agree more, Twilight” Crap. A bit too much excitement for merely offering to carry a friend around. But there wasn't much sense in drowning in it. Instead, she hovered her hand over her tugged open collar, lowering the back of her hand until it touched down until the plush skin welled up against it—then she sunk into it slightly for effect.

Twilight, for her part, stood on the palm longer than she was supposed to. For her, it looked like she had set down on an alien planet—planets, two of them, in fact. When she finally did come to the side of the hand, sitting down on its edge and slipping off, she fell only a foot or so—landing into the softness of the boob, which she sunk slightly into, until it welled back up.

Sunset did her best not to stare at the tiny girl lying atop her right breast, how her body sunk into the plushness, how the tickle in her most sensitive place beckoned for her to rub or scratch the area. Twilight was lying on her enormous big boob while the giant gazed at her below from her perch.

“It's not actually going to be safe for you to be... there.” Sunset lowered her index finger to behind Twilight, nudging her slightly to the crack between her breasts, enjoying how easily she could boss and push the little one. “My girls tend to jiggle when I walk. Didn't feel like wearing a bra today. So when I said I was going to have to tuck you in...”

The towering finger at her back made Twilight rise to her feet quickly, sliding across the smooth surface as it subtly dived inward. On the other side of the expanse of chest, the other jiggly orb curved inward as well—a crevice between them running further into the distance than any river.

Exactly the place where she was supposed to be.

“A-Alright! I'll, um, put my legs in myself if that's okay.” Twilight reached the slope of the breast where it curved at its greats, coming to sit down on the softness as it then welled up around here, feeling like she was the top of some slide. “That's if I can make it down safely enough.”

Above, Sunset couldn't help but whip her head around, worried that others may be close. How would it look to them to watch a big girl have a tiny one stuck atop her chest, struggling to slide down her right breast as if it were some sort of slide? They were too round for their own good, beyond full and incredibly plush, a perfection of boob that was starting to become a crime in its own right.

But when Sunset started into the happenings in the valley of her cleavage, she nearly stumbled at watching and feeling the miniature girl slide down the slope of her right breast—becoming caught in the tight crack between her two orbs, her legs slipping in and becoming locked by the tight softness. She came down to her own chest as well, her tiny hands able to rest on the sides of Sunset's jugs.

She was tightly locked in to her cleavage, her top loose enough that she could wiggle around and place her arms where she pleased, while her legs were hugged tightly enough by the sides of Sunset's round orbs that, even as the boobs jostled with the giant's steps, she kept secure even as the two planets of softness jumped up over her.

Sunset, for her part, struggled to keep herself in check as she walked home. The moment she left her collar snap back over her breasts, she felt her boobs bunch up at once, a minuscule 'ooof' erupting from the innermost part of her cleavage.

The tiny Twilight received the tightest hug her boobs could give, rubbing and bouncing all over her with the steps of the giant, but at least it was all contained within her shirt. “It, uh, may be a bit of a bouncy ride Twilight, but I'll try to keep the girls in check.”

Sunset didn't hear anything back.

“And uh, worst-case scenario, even if they smack into you—at least it will be soft, right?”

She felt her boobs wobble up and smack into the poor small girl.

At least, a voice came from her soon after.

“Just promise me you won't do your jacket up.”

The ride, for lack of better words, had been a bumpy one for the two. While Twilight was able to sit back in her soft seat, she also had to deal with the sides of the breast jousting up and flattening over her, even for a moment, in utter softness.

Humiliation consumed her during it. She couldn't place why being placed between Sunset's breasts, being beaten and smothered by them placed in such a feeling of weakness. Being small meant having to be weak. But being placed in such a spot, despite it being the best course of action, felt like the giant girl had owned her with her body alone.

Like Twilight was no more than a necklace.

They reached the door to the home, it clicking open to the darkness of the flat, a flick of the switch flashing the room with light. What you would expect of an average flat. Living room with a couch, TV, and table in-between.

The kitchen lurked in the back, the door to the bathroom to the left of it, and of course, the door to the bedroom to the right. “Here's my place. Nothing to look at—but hey, at least we don't have anyone to bug us.”

Sunset felt weird speaking to her chest, always feeling her chin hover above Twilight's head. She gazed down to see the tiny girl still wedged in her cleavage, though with every other step, having sunk slightly into the abyss that existed below. “Probably best we get you out of there, huh?”

There was a certain sadness to those words that both girls experienced at the prospect of being separated apart. Nothing could be said about it, of course, but there was something about the two... being intimately close in such a distant way that the warmth of their bodies more than just agreed with.

But with a heavy sigh, two fingers hovered over the tiny girl, plucking her from her sunny seat. Bending forward and lowering her hand to the table, she gently set Twilight on the wood of the table, coming to lean back, far high above the little on.

“Hope that spot works for you for now.” Sunset bit her bottom lip at seeing the small girl decimated by the sea of wood that surrounded her. Something like her table made into a land of timber. Oh, how a tiny girl could change and make any setting sexy. “Take a few to get yourself set in and comfortable. I've... got to use the bathroom. Um, don't wait up?”

Sunset closed her eyes. How. Could. She. Be. So. Stupid?

Twilight, however, was treated to the underside of her towering friend again. Her skirt flaunted over her, the dimly-lit crotch lurking high above. Those black panties continued to look thick, dense and plush, the perfect material to hug the greatness of Sunset's crotch.

And if she could see any better, than Twilight would have seen those panties were also wet as fuck.

The sight only worsened—or perhaps got better—when the statue of lady turned around on the spot, the skirt floating and twirling in the air, collecting against the legs again when Sunset came still. Her plump cheeks pressed against the padding of the panties, not too big and not too small, the perfect size, hills indeed, warm and toasty.

And then Sunset walked away, and Twilight was left on the table, alone, and so very confused.

The bathroom door locked with a click, and the skirt around her waist fell, collecting at her feet, which quickly rose and stepped through them. In her privacy Sunset toyed with dropping her skirt on the tiny girl, seeing how it fell and drenched her in fabric, how the little one would struggle like a rat in a maze to escape an article of clothing once tight around her frame.

And how she would come out of the middle of it, like a person coming for air after being underwater only to see Sunset towering above, the only covering her bottom being the black panties hugging her crotch.

All of this is too much. Sunset twirled around before the lid of her toilet, sitting down without taking off her panties. They squeezed her ass to a small degree, pressing against her pussy to tease it with further reward. It's a good thing she still doesn't know all that much about this world. Riding in your chest? Were you TRYING to give away your kink? Easy girl!

But as she sat hunched over on the toilet, with no need to go, Sunset realized that she was truly, all alone.

Why does she always have to come through wearing that cute school outfit! Her tiny chest exposed, a cute skirt with plain white panties underneath. Sunset brought her hands to her back, her fingers tracing across the slopes of her covered cheeks. I had to fight myself off from gobbling her up! When she was in my cleavage—it took everything from me to not bunch my tits together and drown her in a sea of my rising breasts!

Sunset couldn't be blamed for how it how felt, could she? How many girls did she know place phones between their tits for how good it felt to be able to dominate something small with feminine sexuality. The delight of toying with a tiny. How many times she'd sent her fingers to plunder her cunt at such an idea.

One possible even now.

No. That was going too far... wasn't it? Gazing down at the sea of her pressed-together tits, the tiny purple girl had no problem being there. Sunset's tongue dolled out at the image of her once being there, that spot now feeling hollow, the skin desperate to be filled and pressed against again.

Twilight didn't complain while she was there. Carried around in another girl's chest, jostled around by her beasts, smothered by constant sexuality. With a press of a yellow finger, that tiny little head would be shoved deep into her cleavage. It would swallow her. Anyone that dared to gaze at the yellow chest couldn't catch a trace.

Sunset let her head fall back to the strike of her fantasy. Wasn't she just the worst? Thinking about her tiny friend like that while her body warmed to the heat of her arousal. She was getting off to all of this, no doubt, and the desires of her affection was a friend stranded from home.

Sunset could just be the worst, sometimes, but that didn't stop her hands from setting on her hips. Her taut belly and perfect hips, feeling her skin burn at her palm, which only cooled when it traced over the silk of her panties.

Her pussy cried in contracting need to be pleased. To hold out the front of her panties while dangling a tiny Twilight over the opening, holding her body by just one arm, grinning at her before letting her fingers slip. Oh, how she would fall, falling and lowering, landing into the held out panties before they snapped, quite tightly, against her crotch.

Sunset shuddered at the imaginary sensation. Her lips circled inward while a moan rocked outward. One hand traced over the side of her body, now a statue of a perfect woman while her other hand came ahead and fell downward onto the crotch of her underwear.

She couldn't feel the bulge, the small silhouette of Twilight, but her senses picked up the slack. The minuscule struggles of a women struggling against her plump, squashy mounds, all while her doughy pussy kissed at her face, sucked at her frame, tasting her with a pulsation pulling the tiny inward, trying to eat, devour its prey.

Sunset closed her eyes and rocked her hips, picturing how the world inside her black panties would rise, her pussy flying up and smacking into the small girl—half a frame slit in between her slender folds, a tight little hole opening slightly wider to take more of Twilight Sparkle into it.

Smaller than the usual dildo, sure, but vibrating greater than any toy.

And that's what she would be. Slender fingers slipped into the front of the panties, tracing the slope of her slit, holding back the hungry cries of her needy cunt. Deep inside, the smaller girl curled into herself, scared to be inside another—only to be carried deeper within.

“Teasing that cute little thing with my pussy, she would get so scared, wouldn't she?” Sunset continued to trace her slit, and while she did so, her cunt hungered to have more than just a finger inside. “Hearing my voice all around her while my cunt trapped her inside me. Her every struggle just a tickle. I would be her everything.”

Sunset could feel her clit peeking out from its hood, a perfect spot for a perfect girl to be held against, forced to worship that nub. Sucking it, rubbing it, fucking it. The only way a tiny could please a giant like Sunset. Tighter panties to make sure she could never leave her place.

“I'd let her get so scared inside of me, knowing she could never get out.” Sunset rocked her hips against the lid of the toilet, letting her fingers draw tight circles over her clit. “Her entire world rocking whenever I thrust my hips. She'd be forced to endure my every sway. Just... tossed around my cunt like the cute little fuckdoll that she is.”

Sunset couldn't suppress it any longer. The other hand searching across the side of her body came down, tagging and tugging at the black band of her panties and pulling them down her thighs. Not off. But enough to cum with calm.

With its job done that other hand shot back up, hovering before Sunset's eyes as she gazed at it. Then, looking back down at her chest—she did what she had been wanting to do when Twilight was there. She grabbed at her breasts, bunching them together to let them jiggle, in their contain place, back to normal.

“My pussy would get so hot with her in it.” The fingers pleasuring the clit finally ceased in their efforts, dipping lower and curling inward, dipping inside the tight cunny that suckled on their tips immediately. The walls contracted around it, sucking them inside, lubricating them with cum. “Struggling the stand... only to trip against my walls... all while my fingers banged on outside.”

Close... steamy walls curling closer together... cum welling beneath the surface... sauna... cave of feminine delight. The sight inside. How would it look? So deep inside the cave of a women, looking out into the distance, a towering slit, one that peaked onto to thick thighs swung close together—seeing the world from inside the crotch of a women sitting down.

Wouldn't it just be better for a tiny one to stay inside, where the world was relative in size to their own, bringing pleasure to the giant that protected them?

“Oh, Twilight, lost inside my pussy.” Sunset heaved her heavy breath as the rising arousal between her legs threatened to cascade. Dams waiting to burst. Heat begging to be unleashed. Pleasure asking to be free. “My fingers banging on your cage, sliding in after you, looking only to play.”

That was enough. Even though none of this was real, there was no stopping the pair of fingers from sliding out of the slit—pinching the mounds tightly together. “You better enjoy it from inside of there, Twilight Sparkle, because you're going to bathe in my orgasm. You'll smell like my sex for weeks and, when you do come out, you'll do so on a current!”

Release. The welling of juices. Legs shivering closer together with toes curling inward. Pleasure. Soaring euphoria. Sunset quivered while her pussy convulsed with tingly delight, welling, in no low quantities the overflowing product of her efforts.

Seconds later the fingers fell away, the squishy mounds falling away, a parting of the slit seeing a steady stream of thin-white cum pouring into the toilet before. A substance of tension that urge dirty and naughty things from the girl.

Sunset might have been reformed, but evil ways were still about her.

It must have been far later into the day the two were expecting, for when Sunset came out of the bathroom, doused and perfume with hands soaped and washed twice, the window above the kitchen saw to the setting sun. With only a few words of comment, Sunset picked up the tiny lavender girl, with the same fingers that plundered her pussy—bringing them both to the kitchen.

“Ready yourself.” Sunset lowered her hand and pressed it against the side of the counter, unfurling her fingers to the tiny girl standing underneath. “Probably best you chill around the counter while I cook. Best to have my hands doing something while we talked.”

The tiny girl struggled to hoist herself up onto the side of the counter. It was cute to watch. Her itty-bitty purple hands holding onto the smooth surface while her feet kept hopping in place, against the skin of her palm, trying to hoist herself up.

With a smile, Sunset lifted her hand by an inch, thus allowing Twilight to roll onto the counter with ease. From there, she stood in place, taking in her giant surroundings. The turning of the tap roared currents of waterfalls while the subtle sways of the giant women rocked the corners of her peripherals.

“How do a few sliced fruits and some pasta sound to you?” Sunset picked an apple from the plastic bowl left of the sink, causing the curved, smooth red planet underneath coursing torrents of water. “And not only that, we only have to cook for one now.” An awkward giggle. “A shining light to you being small?”

Twilight crossed her arms. “I'll still eat that whole apple just to spite you.”

“Now that's the Twilight I know.” The hand with the apple swayed away from the sink, coming down like a boulder falling from a mountain against the counter. The smooth marble shivered from the impact. “You can get started on this while you wait. Want me to cut it into sliced for you?”

“I'm not a little girl, Sunset.”

“Of course you're not!” Sunset plucked a knife the drawer at her hips, holding it in the air like a mother. “You're a tiny girl who needs her apples cut into slices!”

“Hahaha.” Twilight stepped back while the knife came slicing down over the right side of the apple, cutting away of the mass until a slice of it fell back, the soft, juicy core exposed before her. “And the moment I find a toothpick, you're dead.”

“Toothpick fight with a tiny Twilight.” Sunset lifted a round pan from the right side of the sink, placing it underneath the tap as the ocean contained within metal began to fill up. “Not going to lie to you there. That actually sounds like a fun time.” Her mighty shoulder then dropped as her gaze came to lay on the counter. “But maybe we should use that time figuring out how you even got small in the first place.”

Twilight had thrown herself onto the side of the slice, laying upon it, grabbing chunks of apple. She then onto her back to see the distant, hovering face of the giant. She settled in place one she did.. “Trust me. It's been the only thing in my mind since I rode around on your chest.”

Sunset bowed her head. “T-Think you might have carried the wrong number.”

“There's a lot of things I get wrong in life, Sunset.” Twilight sat up on the side of the apple, exhaling. Her head then shook. “But equations isn't one of them. It's pure logic. All the variables were accounted for.”

Sunset watched the water collect in the pan while her eyes lost themselves to the world. “And here you are on the other side, so your formula wasn't wrong. So if the issue wasn't the kind of magic you used to get through...”

“...then it was the amount of magic that got me through?” Twilight leaned to the right and scooped some of the apple in her hand. Juices damped her clothing and stuck to her skin. Sunset fought herself from giving the poor girl a bath inside her mouth. “But that doesn't make sense. Not being one to brag, but after the wings, the boost in magic—“

“Is enough to match celestial power composed of a burning ball of energy?” Fingers tapped the switch up, the gushing of water ceasing. “You're a powerful mare, Twilight, but you're not welling with a surplus of magic. Your potency was enough to charge the portal, but to keep it powered for all of you.”

Twilight shook her head. Taking a bite out of the clump of apple in her palm, she pulled away with eyes wide. “Unless I could get more power to charge the portal, then what's left would have to become smaller to phase through.”

The massive pan rose from the width of the metallic sink, flying through the air to the great distance afar, slamming down on the stove. The big, round dial cracked and turned as the sun beneath the stove shimmered red across the surface.

“A small passage requires one to become small to go through it.” Twilight stared at the bits of mesh on her hand, then spreading her fingers as it spilled through the gaps. “The only variable I missed was how much power it took to widen the passage of the portal. I... was so worried about getting it open... that I didn't think about how wide open it had to be.”

Twilight froze with her failure. Something so simple and apparent phased through her eyes, dwindling her to bite-size. She would have lost herself to self-disgust if the width beyond the counter didn't fill with the giant face of her friend.

“We all make mistakes in life, Twilight.” Sunset's lips stretched afar for miles while her eyes glowed a dim green. “That's why we have friends in life to help us get through them. You taught me that, Twilight. Something you continue to show no matter what size you are.”

Twilight dipped her head while a laugh escaped her. Thankful that she was small, for her cheeks were a bit more than just purple, she then slid down the slice of the apple. Walking across the marble to the tiny clacks of her feet rendered her heart pounding mess—especially underneath the spotlight of two soft, careful, attentive eyes.

The right of Sunset's cheek stood like a wall of utter softness, silky like skin that, despite Twilight being tiny, she could see no imperfections, but rather, every perfection about. Even as she came to it, the warm skin basked in a subtle warmth hugging at Twilight's tiny frame. Without any words, and very low clue of what to do, she threw herself against the shifting field of skin, sinking into the plushness, relishing in its greatness.

An affectionate act beyond cute for them both.

Twilight rode on the sprawling shoulder of the giant, a tiny twisting lifting with every rising of the colossus, a thick strand of silky red gripped against the palm of her hand. The place of a parrot now made into a spot for a friend.

Why didn't she just put me in her chest again? Twilight glanced over the edge of the shoulder, where the expanse of Sunset's shirt blurred far, so far below, a sweep of the eyes left revealing their prize. Two supple orbs of orange, jiggling to every crashing of a step, the crack-in between tight though strangely hollow. It was a bit rough whenever she jogged, but safe and enjoyable otherwise.

She turned her gaze to the head of the giant, starting with a round wall of skin of her throat— gulping at its girth. Then her own craned back while her gaze lifted up, settling on the side of Sunset's face, set forward, obscured by the vines of amber and scarlet.

It's not like Sunset to change something suddenly without reason. Twilight's thoughts rocked to steps that quaked the girl she was on, stirring her every other moment, preventing her from fully diving into the depths of her mind. What am I even thinking right now? It's late. It's been a long day for us both.

Twilight even yawned as the colossal frame of wood came into view before her, something normal now utterly gigantic—but made normal again when Sunset's enormous hand turned the handle open. The world was ordinary, sure, so long as she was with and on a giant to make it like so.

“I know it's rude to not give the guest a bed,” Sunset began as she strode to the side of the mattress, the side of her eye flicking to the corner, some of it visible to the girl on her shoulder. “But I need the legroom a lot more than you. Would suggest the couch—but I think its frame is a little too big for you.”

“Thanks for the compliment!” Twilight struggled against the subtle swaying of the shoulder to rise to her feet, feeling them shiver as she lifted, clutching the vine of hair even tighter against her palm. “Losing that a hundred and twenty pounds took a lot of effort.”

Sunset's eyebrow rose up high into her forehead. “Don't you mean a hundred and thirty?”

“Think you're mistaking your weight for mine, Sunset.” Twilight nodded her head with a sympathetic expression. “Especially if we were to weigh each other now.” She flicked a finger now. “Weren't you saying you needed the bed for the additional space?”

“I said leg room, small bite.”

“Is that where your fat goes? That's a shame.”

“Thick thighs save lives, I'll have you know.”

“Of course!” Twilight nearly swung off the shoulder once the giant came crashing into the mattress, though betrayed the twirling sense of dread expanding in her belly. “When your legs are taking up all that space in the bed, you have to tell yourself stuff like that—or else you won't get to sleep, you know?”

Sunset's hand came reaching for her, from the side, pinching her waist and plucking her from the perch. Within seconds, Twilight hovered before the narrowed face of Sunset. Her eyes nearly squinted shut. “You know I'm bigger than you, right?”

Twilight tucked her lips inward, fighting the urge to bite down on them. She'd already come this far with her teasing. If she was going to get dropped down, into the vistas of feet to the ground below—she was going to do so with good reason.

And laughing too.

“Good! Acceptance is the first step, Sunset.” Twilight's smile brushed the underside of her right eye, exposing some a few of her pearly teeth. “You are bigger than me. And there's nothing wrong with that.”

Sunset closed her eyes. Shaking her head, she chuckled while doing so, slowly speaking afterward. “You know, I was going to let you sleep in the bed with me—but since my big body, chest, and legs need all that space... you can sleep on the bedside table.”

Twilight glanced over the yellow fingers twirled around her, peering over them to the distant, looming table far below. Cool wood surrounding a glossy violet lamp. A package of tissues sat adjacent to the bed.

“Aw c' mon!” Her tiny frame fell forward onto the smoothness of the index finger, how the skin made contact with her chest. Warm flooded beneath the skin, creating an inch against her frame, of which, only something smooth and warm and soft could scratch. “I was just teasing you. Don't do something cold like that.”

A shadow laid over her. Twilight rolled her head left on the finger, seeing a sun of rolling smoothness leaning in close, touching its massive cheek against her minuscule one. A contact of different scales but of mutual feeling. “You know I'm joking. No way I'd ever pull a prank that far. But having you stay on the bed while I sleep... that's just asking for problems.”

Twilight blinked. She understood—but not fully. “Guess I get it. But you... just couldn't let me rest in your chest like before? Don't girls do that kind of thing here as well?”

Sunset's cheek pulled back right away, the lax abundance of softness pulling away, a favourite hill gone astray. Has she said something wrong? Twilight didn't get why her idea got shot down so quickly. Or why Sunset suddenly seemed so off about that dynamic.

It was a normal thing in this world, was it not?

“It's... not the worst idea ever. Bit closer of sleepover than I'm used to.” The fingers lowered, and Twilight's stomach dropped as the face of the giant blurred as the distance greatened between them. The hardness of the table touched the bottom of her feet, the serpent fingers uncurled and retracted from her body. “But my chest is a bit, um, bigger than most. You might get lost and stuck in there while I slept. And if I rolled onto my stomach, uh...”

Twilight's shoulders dropped. “The pressure of them pressing together might be a bit too much for me to take.”

“That...” Sunset blinked while her legs swung onto the bed, her back crashing into the fortress of pillows behind her. Her entire face down to her chest became a world to itself from across the bedside table. The sheer size and scale incomprehensible. Her very being welled into everything enormous. “Isn't what I wasn't going to go for—but works well enough.”

Twilight opened her mouth to speak, though her jaw kept open for a different reason. Two fingers flew toward her like a missile, plucking her from the back of her uniform and bringing her over to the packet of napkins—now a bed to her.

“Here you are.” The fingers dropped her, though this time, plushness greeted her feet. An expanse of white consumed the lower-half of Twilight's eyes—above the curving waterfalls of plastic that kept up by itself. “Not as great as a real bed, but it should be soft and warm enough for tonight. We can go toy shopping for you tomorrow.”

Twilight fell onto her back, lying on her new bed, having been set in the middle. Grabbing the left side of one she was one, she pulled it over her body, rolling with it a little, slowly becoming a borderline sushi roll. It was thick enough to provide warmth and softness, but the texture felt hollow in a strange way.

Not that napkins were ever made to be beds, anyway.

It didn't take long for the giant and the tiny to fall asleep after a few more whispered words. But even following the click of the light, the shuffling of the sheets, a silence broken by occasional snoring—Twilight could not sleep. She laid in her bed of napkins, feeling heated but not quite warm, something missing.

Sure. Maybe having a proper bed would have been nice. But the thickness of the napkins supported her body nicely, and the plastic packaging ironically made her feel safe from the massive world around her. It scaled down to her size, a normal object to everything else, keeping her safe.

It was only rolling onto her side that the answer to her achieving longing revealed itself.

The staggering length of the teenage girl spanned across the vistas of distance contained within the sea of the bed, her frame defined loosely through the blanket wrapped over her body—though a rise, a rolling wave, near her chest.

Twilight stared at the hills supplemented by the dense blanket over them, wondering why her gaze fell to them more easily. There wasn't anything like them back in her world. Round and bouncy with a supple squish not unlike the fat on some flanks. But something was different about them. It seemed to be a public place for things, and yet, they felt more personal than that.

More intimate.

For whatever reason Twilight wanted to be cast between them. She even glanced down her own shirt at the twin, lavender orbs contained within, pressing softly against the fabric. To bunched up balls of softness with a surface of smoothness. Hours ago, she had been stuffed between the same things—only far bigger.

Laying a hand on her own chest, a shiver rocked the bottom of her spine, the touch a baked pleasure near the back of an oven. Something welled within the orb. Her nipples hardened, tingles rocketing from the source, a pleasure before unknown.

I never really had time to study human biology when I was here last time. Twilight rolled her head left while the giant had dome the same, the colossal cheek crashing into the expanse of the pillow, miles of skin connecting against the fabric. The sweet face of a sleeping beauty. O-Oh Celestia... how is she so perfect without trying?

But Twilight's gaze was taken lower, far lower than where she should have been looking, where the gap of the blanket revealed what loomed beneath. Through the darkness, a dim shadow coated the round breasts squashed against the mattress, half of its rolling size spilling out from the open collar of the dress shirt.

Why Sunset felt more comfortable sleeping in a dress shirt, Twilight never got.

“Mmmhmm, T-Twilight?” Those words were meant for her, but they were said with eyes closed, and a hand coming over. Twilight blinked as something loomed over her, and shaking her head, saw lazily fingers descending over her. “It's... mhmmm... s-so good to... to... see you again...”

Twilight screamed when the fingers loosely grabbed her, wrapping around her frame without any contest. She swung her legs in the open air and beat her fists against the curled finger, not even a twitch as the hand brought her over the bed. “S-Sunset! You're uh kinda dreaming right now! If there was a time to suddenly wake up—now would be it!”

But the sleeping face of Sunset did no such thing. Its massive size of perfection kept asleep, growing in size while the hand came closer toward it. Twilight both of her hands into opposite sides of the finger, pushing, while her heart ticked down the seconds of her life.

“Y-Y'know I... nnngnha!...a girl with... mhm... secrets.” Her tongue poked out in-between the pair of supple lips, flicking across the surface, rendering them moist. Celestia, how she looked so innocent, so pleading and needy while she slept. “Small girls... heh... have always been my thing.”

Twilight didn't try to fight it. She should have when held before the expanse of a face, but when the hand dragged her close to those pillowy-lips, resistance faded. There wasn't any point in fighting the unconscious strength of a giant—but even then, Twilight should have struggled.

But she didn't.

Even as the plush lips of amber rolled over her body, smoothing her in a sea of supple softness, a tingle warmed over Twilight's body. Her frame rolled into the waves, up and down, sinking into a lip only to rise out, wetness collecting to her shirt.

Twilight struggled with herself, against the position she was in, the fingers holding her tight against the lips, which wasn't all that much pressure as her body sunk into the surface. She thought about raising her fists and beating it into the lip—but it felt like a crime to do so.

Instead. Her body submitted. A tenseness leaving her body, a fight she should be having at bringing taken advantage of. But there was no pain and only pleasure. What was forced felt desired beneath the surface? And when the hand finally did yank away from the lips, it wasn't relief washing over Twilight—it was coldness.

That was, of course, before the giant rolled onto her back, a droopy smile on her face, while the blanket fell below the colossal reach of her breasts. “Like how they look? Nngha... they're... aahh... all for you...”

Twilight's face scrunched together before the hand dropped from the air. At once it slipped into the collar of the shirt, the world inside of it dim, though marked by the two peaking hills. Despite Sunset lying back, they both kept up, constrained by the shirt, each looking to escape again.

Then hand rose up to the top of the right breast, its peak capped by a deviously red tit sweet on the eye. Something about it was subtly commanding. Taller than Twilight, a perfect roundness to its hardness—but marked with a soft red, dark pink, a colour both bold and subtle, a perfect tell of the character it belonged to.

And something, within seconds, Twilight found her body pressed against.

“Pressed against my tit... like a good tiny girl... stuffed there by my bra...” Sunset's words echoed with moans as her voice came from everywhere. Like a goddess voice coming from beyond the ceiling of fabric. “Hugging my nipple... clinging to it... working it.... pleasing... me...”

Pleasing her? Is that how the biology of this works? The fingers pressed her upper body against the side of the nipple, it nearly twice the size of her. Easily, she could wrap her body around it should Sunset walk around in the nude, clutching to it notably harder during the jiggles that came with her thunderous steps. T-That means that if I wanted to make her feel better...

Twilight knew it was a dangerous game to be playing. But she already kissed the girl and was stuffed down her shirt. The giant was asleep. She was the one being handled against her will. So if there was any coming out of this with something positive... then a little experimentation wouldn't hurt... right?

Little purple hands settled on the sloping side of the nipple, a shudder rocking through her touch, something minuscule quaking something massive. Did Sunset feel that? Her hands searched up and down the strangely smooth but coarse surface, the ripples of patchy skin caressing her palms in a delectable way.

More shudders.

“Good girl... you like that... don't you?” Sunset's voice echoed from somewhere above, sounding everywhere, but appearing out of nowhere. Like her body had become a temple that only Twilight had been stuck inside. “Pleasing my great... big tit... like it was your... mmhmmm... place in life...”

The golden fingers pressed against her back harder, not outright forceful but an inch beyond subtle. It let the little one know what exactly the giant craved—what they themselves could not evoke despite their skill and their size.

It was with this thought that Twilight process while her little lands words on the tower of hardened skin, feeling through the softness to the rock hardness beneath it. Those fingers were still a product of the giant. No matter what happened, they couldn't act of their own will; they could never be another's touch.

But Twilight? Even though she was small, her feet sinking into the lax, yellow flesh of the upheld mountain of creamy gold... only she could evoke this king of pleasure from the giant. Only she could make the pillar of nipple grow that much bigger, building and growing right before her presence, its sharp tip stabbing into the canopy of fabric that was her sky.

“Mmmh... I-I love how you touch me down there.... s-set to serve me.... pleasing something as small as my tit...” Sunset moaned happy little words, each one tickle between the lavender thighs currently wrapping around the base of her tit. Hugging more of her body against the breast seemed like a good idea—pleasure and earthquake and all things considering. “U-Underneath my bra. Hehehe... none know... my fat tit is... holding you down...”

But Twilight didn't see it that way. Even when her own panties warmed, the dampening fabric clinging to her skin at the words the giant spoke—it wasn't quite all like that. Being in the cup of this girl while she went about her day, although she loved the idea... rather than being held down by the giant nipple—she held to it.

It saved her. It gave Twilight something to hold on to. Nothing else she could do affected the giant as much as rubbing and hugging and stroking the whole of her body against it. The pleasure, although twisted, it rose in the giant warmed Twilight in a way mere friendship hadn't.

Not that it was better or worse, but rather, there was something different about this warmth, something that tickled across her body from beneath her skin. It hugged her frame as she hugged the towering nipple, faintly aware of the moonlight shining through the stitching of the fabric from above.

“Nnngh... w-what's this? You... want to be kept down there?” Life swam back into the words echoing from afar, the voice becoming slowly more awake. Sunset remained genuine even in her dreams—if only because they were so real to her. “...mhmmm... hehehhe... c-can't say that I... mmm... mind.”

Kept down there? Twilight felt the warm fingers pluck her little body, the hugging grip at the base of Sunset's tit broken without a break in movement. Her body missed it at once. How the softness of her chest meshed against the hardness, how it quivered between her legs, tickling that private place where pleasure seemed to lurk.

Twilight blinked at that thought. The golden hand pulled toward the collar of the shirt, the sprawling hem rising around her while the size of Sunset's throat blurred just in the beyond. The underside of her chin laid cute on the eye—as did the face of the sleeping beauty.

Twilight was pulled over it at once. The warmth and darkness in the world beneath the shirt, one tight and long like a stadium—but still a place where Twilight could still thrive in by herself. Now the hand held her up in the frosty air, alone and getting cold, leaving her legs kicking from the tingle of wanting more.

“Mmhmm... so cute and so small... able to go... w-wherever I tuck you awake...” Sunset's face swam into view as its full-frame couldn't be tucked into the whole of Twilight's vision. All she caught were the giant lids tightly close—though they sometimes trembled when her face shifted slightly. “...s-so forward w-wanting to go in my panties... I-I can't protect you as much...”

Twilight yelped as the hand dropped. Once more she was held suspended over those meter long lips, spread so far across on either side though slowly shifting together. “M-My boobs t-tend to jostle and w-wobble... but... mhmmm... at least I can keep an eye on you... p-pull you out...”

The hand lowered Twilight. Her face fell against those lips. They swelled against her at once, growing and raising, pushing her back with absolute softness and some slickness, a plush warmth she couldn't pull away from.

“...but you like keeping close to me, nnghmm, d-don't you?” Those lips split by a mere inch, enough for the winds of Sunset's voice to escape. Mere whispers now, though still very much like a shout, warming and soothing purple skin. “Keeping close to e-every inch of me. N-No wonder... why you want to get inside... my underwear...”

Sunset gave the most adorable giggle of her life while her body twisted upward, her left leg pushing down and her right leg pulling up on the sea of sheets. Those same tingles assaulting Twilight did the same with the giant. The sleeping beauty had to move to express that which so pleasantly raged on within her.

“...but... hehehe... do be warned...” Sunset's voice continued to laugh while her body kept twisting in place, shifting her delectable form into many poses, all of which were appealing to the miniature eyes watching them. “...o-once you're i-inside my panties... I won't be aware of you. M-My pussy will be able to f-feel you. But... nnnghhhnnn... when I walk, and my long legs m-move... e-everything you... aaaahhh... d-do will be on you...”

Twilight watched the giant face pull away from her below, unsure of what she thought or felt, only that she missed the warmth of those wet lips smothering her entire face. But as the fingers hovered her downward, over the planes of the shirt, raise and stretched to its limits by the hills beneath—then over the tight middle of the giant girl—she found herself heading toward a place with even more warmth.

Twilight gazed down the sprawling belly to what lurked slightly beyond, where the massive crotch began—but not expecting a view within. The other hand had raised from the bed, a thumb hooking at the front of the pants, at the front of the loose underwear beneath and tugging them both out.

The view inward was incredible. It was dim at the entrance and becoming darker as Twilight's view travelled further in. She was able to see how the slope of the pink underwear curved until it grew too dark and too far away.

But more than that was the sunny garden below and beyond the broad brim of the underwear. Of the golden locks oozing with cream, with a delectable softness one wished to get tangled by. To caresses the sunny crop and lay down in its field, gazing at the sky that was pulled out panties, enjoying the decor of stitching and symbols strewn and etched onto them.

And then Twilight felt herself being brought toward it.

She twisted in the grip of the two fingers lightly pressing against either side of her frame, gazing over the planes of lady she'd flown over. But all she could see was the acres of white—though some of the sunny belly laid exposed by the pull shirt—and the distant mountains rising and blocking the view of the horizon.

“S-Sunset!” Twilight called while holding out a hand, a hopeless prayer for that beautiful, sleeping face to be awoken. “Help! You're putting me—“

Light dimmed into close darkness. The infinite space of the bedroom, so long and so far, everything and anywhere, that space itself blurred to the overall distance possible in the place. Now that was gone and replaced something relative to Twilight. Something still giant—but at least not galactic.

The ceiling of the underwear had blocked the light, its interior narrowing a galaxy into an enormous cave. One curved at the sides. Twilight watched the field of golden hair pass below, feeling them brush and tease against her legs. She didn't know why this desire built inside of her.

A wish to roll into the thatch of sunny locks on the giant crotch. To be submerged in those conditioned hairs that still exhaled intimate scents belonging to the massive girl. To have those curled strands doing so over her limbs, over the whole body, tangling the tiny Twilight to the pubic hairs of an unaware giant.

Though that wish wouldn't come true... for the time being.

Instead. The giant hand pressed inside the tugged out underwear, sinking inward despite how tight space became. Then it reached the bottom of the panties, the center of the crotch of cotton, those tight fingers, finally, release the tiny girl.

Twilight fell with a yelp, although she was caught at once by the slope of fabric. It sunk from her pelting weight but then quickly rose, settling in place after a few seconds, the only sagging coming from the light indents around Twilight's frame.

Scared of all that could happen, Twilight Sparkle sat back, still and silent, unsure of what to do nor what to say. Her head lifted again, following the rise of woman, that was, until it rose too high and she fell back from lack of support. The panties dipped and then rose again around her, all of her weight nothing to the single article of clothing.

But now that she was lying back... everything could be seen easily now.

Twilight Sparkle gasped, with a hand covering her mouth, as her eyes swept across the two rising mounds of utter slushiness. They rolled like steep mountains but bore soft skin and a substance below it seeming jiggly.

But more than that was what laid in-between them. How those running sunny hills curved sharply down the middle, a slit sweet and sprawling, its depths revealing something more... something emerging.

Over the crotch and past the acres of golden hair, however, the hand floated out from the depths of the underwear. It pulled from the pants and underwear and, after escaping, the large thumb above slowly slid from its arch.

Within violent seconds the world had changed.

The world of the underwear, which at first had been soft and relaxed, ceased to be like that upon losing its support. Its sloping crotch flung forward in tandem with the distant, elastic snap of probable doom. Twilight cried as she lurched into the private island of women. Wedged between those sunny slopes of mounds.

“...mmhmm... s-safe and sound in my underwear...” The voice echoed and came muffled from the dome inside the underwear, the rising slopes vibrating subtly against Twilight's sides. Her hands pushed against them only to sink into their squishy depths. “B-But... now that you've gotten there... I... I still want to... mmhmmm... play with you...”

Twilight pushed against the mounds regardless. Sex wasn't a popular topic back in Equestria—at least not with her. What ponies did in private with their privates was up to them. Ponies keeping naked, however, had desensitized places such as the one Twilight found herself caught in.

Maybe if the context had changed that this place might have been safe. Kept inside the panties of a giant meant she couldn't accidentally roll on top of the tiny nor crush her. Twilight couldn't be lost. Not only that but kept close and warm too. All at the cost of being closer to the most imitate place of a girl turning from a friend into slightly more.

But it was the slickness that broke it.

Twilight noticed it the second she entered the panties. While she fought to stand from the slit that blurred into the horizon while it curved, certain wetness, sleek and easily spread, covered her body. It kept trickling from the crotch she struggled to stand upon.

And even if she did manage to push herself up—the taut fabric of the underwear kept her firmly wedged in place. The stitching too strong for her greatest push. It was an actual ceiling, something hovering mere feet from the grounding of pussy.

“T-That's right.” Sunset's moaned. Above, the fabric started to dampen and darken, the fibre collecting with the dense liquid slowly producing. Without breaking in her sync, Twilight kept crawling along the slit—careful not to fall in. “My pussy is... aaaaahhh...aaaalll you can see, i-isn't it? Mmhmm. P-Please it, please.”

Twilight clenched her eyes at the sounding of those words. She didn't dare judge the giant—despite enduring Sunset's dream made reality—for she was hardly the innocent dreamer herself. Gauge visions of fictional settings rose uncomfortable feelings in the tiny Twilight.

But Sunset's dreams were no doubt about her. Twilight pondered this fact as she reached closer to the top of the long slit. It was different from... what she had back at home. Some shapes looked the same. But other things... weren't quite right. Or, at least, they were different.

At least in terms of what lay at the peak of pussy.

A hood sprouted from the tip of the slit, something round and huge peeking out. It drew her eyes and pumped her heart with love. Why did seeing some ball cause Twilight to feel so happy, that, even though she was trying to escape the prison of a giant woman that she had also done something good to please her?

And why was she wanting to please someone who had handled her, forcing her against breast and lips... all to then stuff her down tight panties?

“P-Please... I've been... so alone for so long...” Sunset's voice came in broke with the bombing of words now far apart. There was something different about it. Something breaking, something vulnerable despite its size. “I-I've always... been the one to t-tend to myself. Y-You... ughmmm... p-please, T-Twilight. Be my... mhm... be my first.”

Twilight reached the end of the slit and, even though she could have carried on past, passing over the golden garden and out through the tight waistband that would feel great against her flank, she instead paused before the exposed ball seeming of sensitivity.

C-Could it be... her clit?

The drunken and otherworldly sense of the night had Twilight acting differently, like she were, in fact, the Twilight inside of Sunset's dreams—the one Sunset dreamed of having, much like she was having now. The fact Twilight could fulfill such a fantasy, being free of scrutiny because the giant herself was unaware of everything... while still reaping the rewards.

Twilight's body acted on its own. Her mind long since shut down in this ethereal world tucked within some underwear. She would dare to try a different Twilight tonight, all her actions going unaware by the giant. For once, she could enjoy herself with another and not have to worry about what they may think of her.

For those reasons are why Twilight approached the ground before the ball, seeing it hover above the ground by a foot. It was the size of a bolder, quivering in stillness, seeming to inch out evermore toward her.

Sunset may not have known Twilight Sparkle was currently in her panties.

But her clit certainly did.

Twilight reached out a hand to stroke the surface. It trembled beneath her touch as a soft squeal raged on in the great beyond. That was it. Somehow, despite the ridiculous size difference between them, Twilight could still make Sunset have a body-quaking reaction to something minuscule that she did.

All because Sunset had not only put her in such a place, but exposed something that sensitive to Twilight's little hands.

So it wasn't hard for Twilight to throw her body against the boulder of a clit, the soft surface betraying the rock hardness beneath it. With her face pressed against the bundle of trembling heat, she smooched its surface, every kiss hungry to give, her legs keeping stepping in place as they enjoyed the growing rocking of the giant's body.

The distant moans broke into outright screams. The writhing of the gigantic body twisted against itself to milk more of what delighted it so wonderfully so. Twilight was so lost to her work, so busy enjoying herself and the giant she failed to notice her tight world becoming tighter.

On the other side of the pants, a hand struck down against the crotch, rubbing through the fabric at the slit nestled beneath it all. The panties rubbed across and against the size of the pussy from the pressure of the fingers. The hand working to bring the needy pussy into its desperate release.

Twilight was thankful for that, too. Behind her, the ceiling of fabric impressed from the pressure of the hand, collecting more of the liquids and teasing out the folds below. Sunset, however, had already been on a hair-trigger this whole time. From Twilight's ministrations to her own, the pussy quaked while the girl scream—the passage buried deep bellow, convulsing and rocking the ground of the crotch... before Torres of creamy milk splashed out from the base of the cunt far below.

Twilight held tightly to the clit, not so much out of pleasure but safety. Her stomach lurched while her world shot into the air—Sunset arching her hips into the air to capitalize on the joy—before it slammed back down against the bed.

Stillness.

Distant breathing.

Shuffling.

Then opening.

Twilight had fallen from the clit, heaving and exhaustion, her body spent from the day and the night. Her panting blew traces of steam as the air became thick with musk. No surprise there. A sauna baking of womanly scent lodged inside a pair of panties.

The air wasn't so much breathed as it was drunk.

The brightness of the sunny skin kept some light alive in the space, enough that Twilight could gaze around her surroundings while she laid back. Thankfully, because she was near the clit before the climax she didn't get too wet. However, without a doubt, the smell of pussy had seeped into her skin.

And then came a blinding light, an influx of fresh air sweeping over her body—and taking away that delightful must—as eyes settled inside her panty prison. It took a few seconds for her head to roll to the side, seeing the ceiling held further out by a finger again.

And in the great distance afar, above the crop of locks, across the tight sea of belly and over the mountains of softness... Sunset's head now lifted from her pillow, gazing inside her pants, finally seeing the little one she tucked away there.

The pools of her eyes, now becoming wet, though for a different reason.

Author's Note

It's not often a commission focus on something above the porn. Of course, there's nothing wrong with writing mere porn. It's great to write something sexy so sexy people can do sexy things to themselves.

However, sometimes, this can leave a writer craving to write a little more.

Hence why I'm glad for this story. Judoon knows how to pick a premise (as does Lazy Reader) so it makes me glad I get to work on something enjoyable in more than one facet.

I hope you folks enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. Please stick around for further author's notes that give the backstory to this sunny tale.

Be well and do well, dear readers.
~ Yr. Pal, B