The Sunset from Her Hand

~ II ~

Finding Her Stash

Twilight hadn't been sure what to say when the hand reached in for her, those soft fingers wrapping around her gently, lifting her from the rumbling pussy. The crop of peach blurred below her. The ceiling of the tugged underwear spreading further above.

Within seconds, however, crisp air.

Twilight turned in the fingers grip to see the place she'd spent some of the night in, that wonderful place, tight and warm and, to Twilight, small enough for her to thrive inside unlike the galactic world around Sunset.

It felt strange to think and feel how being in the girl's pants, despite the spot still being giant, was at least small enough for her to explore without fear. That she could be safe and warm and strangely independent in a weird sense.

The sound of elastic snapping and clothing clinging shattered Twilight's hearts into pieces.

“Twilight! Omigosh, it really is you!” By the time Twilight gazed away from the distant and now hazy pants she'd already been held over the twin mountains. She looked at the movie screen of Sunset's face—how it dominated her vision without trying. “I am so, so, so so so so sorry!”

Twilight flinched.

Sunset's face then did the same. “O-Oh. I'm... uh...”

The tears built in the corners of her eyes. “I-I can u-understand... i-if you don't... u-u-um...”

The cracks in Sunset's voice slit at the skin—and not due to their pitch.

“N-No! It's... n-nothing like that!” Twilight swam her legs and paddled her hands through the air. She looked ridiculous, without a doubt. Pinched between two sunny fingertips before the face of the goddess herself. “W-We all make mistakes! You didn't m-mean to do all that, did you?”

Sunset shook her head like a golden sky softly shaking. The other mass of her hand rose into view, wiping at the corners of her eyes. “C-Course not. I'd... I'd never do anything intentionally to bring you into harm.” Her gaze dropped to her chest. “At least, that's what I thought.”

“That's the truth, then.” Twilight stopped swimming in space, slowing down. Much like how her own heart did. “We all make mistakes. S-So long as you didn't mean to outright... do whatever it is we just did... then it's okay with me, okay?”

Sunset blinked. “Outright, huh?”

“Sunset...” Twilight exhaled. It did nothing to clear her cloudy mind. Shouldn't she be the one being consoled right now? “L-Look. Whatever just happened—I'm not hurt by it. In fact, s-some of it was nice!”

Sunset blinked more than twice, though this time, there was something hopeful in the fluttering of her eyes. Her gaze lifted to the tiny at one, narrowed in a way that protected them rather than accused the little one. “Y-You did?”

“I-I mean.” Twilight coughed. Her chest burned. The racing of her heart burned lava beneath her skin. “S-Spending more time with your chest is always nice. I'm still not quite sure how humans interact with their bodies. O-Or, h-how private they're supposed to be with them.”

Sunset's monolithic head rolled back on the thin white field of her pillow, something about the way her teal eyes gazed doing wonders on Twilight's heart. To be held by this girl, who laid back and pinched her above her face. She looked like a toy, but this intimacy made her feel so much more.

“T-That so, huh?”

“It felt... really nice to be tucked away underneath your clothes.” Twilight nearly squeaked close to the end, wondering how her body could be on fire, and yet, her eyes unable to see any flames. The strange feel of the night, plus the warmth and closeness of the giant that held her, pressed the minuscule girl into continuing with her massive feelings. “It's the only place that feels normal to me. Of course, everything underneath is still ridiculously huge!”

Sunset giggled, to the swaying of her chair, a strand falling over the glow of her eyes. “Guess I should be taking that as a compliment then, hey, Twi?”

“Always have to make it about you, don't you?” Twilight said through confident words bound of nervous energy. For once, she'd been thankful for being small if only to hide her shivering and blushing. Both of which readily apparent over the giant holding her. “But I'm serious. Getting to be with your body, I don't know... makes me feel safe. Parts of you are still giant—but they at least feel surmountable. That I'm still able to walk and do on my own.”

“Yeah. I can see that.” Sunset laughed once more, although this time, she had to look down. “Not sure how I feel about underneath my shirt becoming like a field for you. But... at least being on me makes you feel like you're somewhere normal for you. Or, I d-dunno. Something like that.”

Her other palm smacked flatly against and across her face. “One of these days, I'll seriously get better about talking about my body.” Her hand then fell away. The playful, happy expression replaced by a disciplined one. “But I'm not sure I exactly trust myself to have you so close to me... all things considering.”

“Everypony...” Twilight clenched her eyes, exhaled, and shook her head. “I mean everyone has wet dreams now and again.”

“Heh. N-No kidding.” Sunset drew her pinched fingers to underneath her nose, sniffing. Her tanned nostrils were cute when they perked up—though the sudden suction of air pinched Twilight with a twitch. “Kinda bathed you down there, didn't I? Might take... a few washes to get my scent off of you.”

“You know,” Twilight started upon slumping in the air, “I was trying to console you for all of this. But now? I don't think I'm quite ready to forgive you anymore.”

“That so? But I thought you enjoyed some of it?” Sunset chuckled though the laughter came mostly broken, a tale of her trying a little too hard to seem cool. Any weakness in a giant, sadly enough, was slightly comforting to Twilight. “How can you forgive something you enjoyed?”

Twilight wasn't sure to tease back or play hurt, or some other third option. But any choice was lost when Sunset pulled her away—a few more inches further than needed. “But don't worry Twilight. There's no way I'm letting myself down from this so easily—or letting it happen again.”

“Sunset, but I said—“

“My body comforts you, I know.” Sunset inhaled sharply as her eyes settled on her chest once more. It hurt to see her face tilted so low, looking so down, a sweet and lovely girl enduring a hurt all on her own. “But it also does a little more for me. I... I won't keep you away from what makes you feel safe.”

Finally, her eyes lifted but only to announce a horrible deceleration. “But for the time being, it's probably best we leave you in the bathroom for now.” She smiled—but only after swallowing. “That way, we don't have to sweat me pulling something like this again.”

Twilight couldn't understand why, after the highs of their banter in the face of logic, why now doing the most rational thing chilled her body worst than the depths of the sea.

“It'll be warm and safe. I'll set a small tub for you to wash up in there.” Sunset hovered her other hand below Twilight, letting her drop into the squishy palm. She sat up at once, glad to be in a field of the giant girl once more—even if for a little longer. “But this is probably for the best anyway, right?”

Twilight didn't know why she hesitantly nodded her head, only that, seconds after doing so she then hated herself intensely.

The metallic silver of the rising had gleamed upon unleashing a tube of water with the force and size of a waterfall pouring from Canterlot mountain. It filled the tin held beneath it within seconds before the water was killed by the giant hand.

“You should be able to wash up in that,” Sunset had said as she placed the filled-tin onto the counter, looking elsewhere when she had done so. She'd turned before Twilight could wave to her—the unintentional sight of her tight ass all the little one could see. “Lucky for you, those tissues should dry you off and still serve as a bed. You'll... have to wear the same clothes though for the time being.”

The heavy squeak of the handle followed with the low creaking of the door. Sunset's towering stature paused in the middle of the opened frame, her body obscuring everything that could possibly be seen beyond it. Tall. She was so very tall in this world.

“I know it sucks sleeping with the light on,” she continued with a pained chuckle, “but it's probably better than sleeping with it off, right? We'll have to find a way for you to adjust the light another time. For now... goodnight.”

And that was it. The giant had left as quickly as she had come. It took Twilight a few moments to enter ditch her own clothes. That tight shirt and tighter bra. Though her legs ached, she weighed herself on them upon undoing and sliding down her skirt, feeling the soft material tickle around her thighs and ankles.

But when she went to remove her white panties, however, a wet spot damped on their crotch. She'd felt wetness down there. Slight slickness she assumed came from the giant. But apparently, not everything had come from Sunset.

It felt strange to be naked. Approaching the side of the tin, its rim rose exactly to her chest. Pressing her side against it, the surface had been as warm as the waters, beckoning her within. She climbed in, crawling over its top and displaying her tiny purple butt to the non-existent eyes present. After a second, she fell inside, splashing in the warm waters.

First day in the new world, Twilight let the thoughts course through her mind, slowly submerging her back into the waters. The smooth touch of metal against her foot tickled her skin strangely—but at least it was a unique experience. But it feels so much longer than a day.

Her shoulders pressed against the wall of metal, it not so much burning but a constant pulsation of warmth. Twilight's mind recalled the places she'd been today. Of all the strange feelings those places had evoked in her.

And how she'd yet to express them yet.

Twilight gazed into the water, seeing her hair flatly float on the surface. Her breasts were half-submerged with water's pricking of heat pleasant on her tits. With a low, drunken giggle, her hands reached for her purple mounds—moaning as her fingers lid down on them.

The first breasts she'd been actually able to hold fully in her hands. She laughed at that thought, knowing these same things were the playground Sunset had kept her. If only the spots were reversed. More laughter, although it was tinged with something else.

Been a while since I've... enjoyed myself like that... That sunny face, glowing teal eyes, mountains made breasts. Everything about this woman that made hooves clop to private places. Y-You still need... to learn how a human's body works. Let's call this a learning experiment.

Twilight only hoped that the tinier than tiny splotches of white in the waters would go unseen by Sunset's large eyes. Letting her other hand tease down her fit-middle down to her crotch, she teased her squishy mounds, tracing a finger across her slit—before pumping more than two inside.

She may not have been sure if she thoroughly enjoyed what happened, or if she truly loved Sunset in that kind of way. But one thing was for sure—when Twilight screamed of pleasure, to the highs of her vocal cords due to the impossibility of being heard... Sunset's name was the only one being called.

Sunset hadn't bothered with changing her clothes, despite the sweat and the cum, collapsing onto her bed, face to pillow, chest to bed, feet over the frame. Her breasts squished against the sheets, and in that feeling, her mind jumped to once of a tiny Twilight trapped beneath them.

I'll have to lock myself up at this point, Sunset groaned at the thought, a hand already heading down to the unfinished job. Give her to a better friend to watch over. This sucks! Finally, I meet a tiny, and it's Twilight! The idea of giving her to the other girls and losing her... but... keeping her is a risk!

Sunset hadn't been happy when fingers snaked through her waistband, inching closer to her needy slit. Masturbating was cute, but forcing the inch tall Twilight to watch the action from inside her underwear, laid back on the slope of fabric while she watched those massive fingers plunge into the abyss...

Sunset would have felt all of her life's desires completed after doing something like that, not because she hoped to torture or harm Twilight, but rather, doing things that kind of cheeky made her pussy burn for aching release. Cruelty would never be her specialty but cheekiness would always be her element.

And that's how Sunset called it, pleasuring her pussy with fingers with dirty thoughts about her most trusted friend, that one that saw her as a demon then showed her the ways of becoming an angel. To lose that trust, that faith of someone who saw her innermost being as someone positive.

Sunset knew losing Twilight meant more than losing a friend.

It also meant losing herself again.

The night had passed, though when morning came, the two girls had slept in.

There wasn't anything Twilight could do in the large bathroom. Leaving the counter by making it to the toilet and then, somehow, slowly climbing down that to reach the underside of the door was possible—just also really a very bad idea.

That's why she waited. It didn't take long for Sunset to find her, pick her up and leave her in the kitchen. Nor did it take that much longer for a bowl bigger than a pool to be set on the field of wood. The giant ate cereal and the tiny had a single loop of something green.

But over the rim of that bowl, however, the high and distant face of Sunset, with a tired expression, snickered. “Think you'll be able to eat all of that by yourself?”

“Probably not.” Twilight laughed. “Do you have enough space in your fridge to keep it?”

“Not sure about that one.” Sunset dug her spoon into her bowl, raising a collection of milk and loops toward her mouth. Some of it splattered over the edge, pelting into the vast chasm tucked in the exposed collar of her shirt. “May have to move some things around. Try eating as much as you can and then we'll talk.”

Twilight laughed at that one. She also wished herself to be the milk spilled over Sunset's boobs.

“Damn. Swear I'm such a slob sometimes.” Sunset's hand reached over to Twilight, the dull thud of her fingers against the wood. They lifted the napkin bigger than a tarp with apparent ease, coming to dab the article inside Sunset's shirt. “Needed to shower anyway, but you'd think I would be a bit more careful.”

Twilight didn't say a word as she continued to be mesmerized by the sight.

“Anyway.” Sunset's dropped her hands back onto the table. “Think you'll be alright alone here for a bit? Need to catch a wash after last—well, I just need to shower.”

Twilight nodded her head. Had Sunset not been trained to watch for every possible movement from the small one it would have been missed. It took Twilight every ounce of her will to not ask to come with.

Standing on the shelf inside the shower, watching the water pouring down the golden goddess, all those beautiful parts of Sunset slick and wet and clean. Twilight clenched her eyes and closed her mind. Her panties had already gotten wet because of last night.

Steam rose from beyond the shower, casting the bathroom made of fog, no window and with the fan left off. Sunset would pay for keeping the water and the room so hot—often to the point of needing to drink a bottle of water after stepping out—but it was one of the few things in life guaranteed to give her comfort.

There's no way I can cut class today. Sunset drew herself beneath the stream of pelting warmth, feeling its weight collect in her long hair. Her breasts cascading with different streams. Making themselves nice and clean for when Twilight would stay with them again. Will you quit thinking like that? Yes, they feel bigger and better and more important when Twilight is tucked between them. But even with her tiny, if I ditch school—they'll finally throw me out for sure.

She turned from underneath the torrent of water, its continuous, warming touches smoothing from her lower-back to her ass. Sunset rolled a hand over one of her golden cheeks, not out of pleasure, but out of the imagination of pinning Twilight against one before letting them slap and clap back together.

Despite what happened last night, she'll want to come with me to class today. Sunset kept gazing at her bottom from over her shoulder, a different heat spawning from in-between her legs. An excellent hiding place for the little one would be in the back of her pants, hugged by the smooth, curved walls of ass. Think I would cum in class if I had a little Twilight Sparkle wedged between my cheeks and trying to swim. Heh. My legs crossed while I sat at my seat, and she's down in my bottom the whole time, trying not to get overpowered by my—

Sunset dashed her hand to the handle of the shower, cranking it cold and enduring the sudden chill, the burning beneath her skin sizzling into nothing. The cold waters kept the dark feelings and thoughts at bay.

But it only suppressed and did not detain.

There's no way I can bring Twilight with me to school—not when I'm this horned up. Sunset sighed as her mind reached the inevitable conclusion built from the previous night. No matter her own enjoyment or the fulfillment of a lifelong kink... she would never betray the trust of the one who allowed her to regain the self that had long since been lost. I hate the idea of leaving her home alone, but I also can't trust myself to bring her. But if all I do is leave her alone at home... then that isn't fair to Twilight.

Sunset nearly cried at hearing the squeak of the handle and the ceasing of the water. Her mind, in its horrible logic, marched to its next step, an awful proposition walked toward an act she didn't want to commit.

If I can't keep her close to me, and if she has to be alone all the time because of it, then... is it better to give her to someone else?

Twilight had been sad about the news but understanding of the rationale. Thankfully, and if only for today, Sunset had left her on the desk inside her bedroom. The last time she'd come to this world, it was with a goal and a time limit.

Now, however, when she had nothing but time Twilight could think and answer some pressing questions since gone ignored.

First and foremost was learning the giant screen and the sprawling keyboard. Maybe it was due to the strangeness of the night before... but the giant had left the computer on. No password. Cursor set at the desktop with nothing off-limits.

“Well now.” Twilight rubbed her hands together while walking over to the giant mouse, reaching it with a smile. “About time we got some research done.” She turned and pressed her back against the side of the black object, pushing against it, a red glow from underneath it covering over her feet. “Maybe today won't be such a waste after all!”

It took a few minutes—although the sense of adventure made time flow quicker—for Twilight to move the mouse, often jogging to its front where it curved downward, narrowing. Quickly she learned to get cheeky.

The edge of the clicker was sharp but still made of plastic. Whenever she hoisted herself onto it, she learned that the weight of her ass was able to engage the click. Simply resting her white-clad derriere on the curved surface produced that subtle click. Plus, the feeling of it on her tush was beyond pleasant.

Running to the keyboard had been great fun. It rose like the rising benches before a stadium—but were actually the length and size of the stadium itself. Exercise and research were words and actions that didn't rhyme. But getting to do them both proved to be great fun.

Dashing at the bast of the large keyboard, lightly hopping over the keys to reach the ones she sought, standing in the middle of the black tile and giant letter. She jumped, watching the screen afar type her input in. Finally, she was doing something a normal giant did. Even if it only took them a second and her a near minute—progress was progress, as far as she was concerned.

Only, the first letter Twilight typed in was 'G.'

“What the...” Twilight blinked before the brightness of the screen, the empty page of white marked by a bar at the top. She went to type in the search engine apparently popular in the world—close to a librarian who has read all the books in a library—but the auto-fill function had suggested something else.

A suggestion, apparently, made from previous searches.

Twilight looked back into the world made into a bedroom behind her, as if someone, somehow, had sneaked in during her actions. But upon seeing the distant bed—with a blanket hanging off its side and sheets still crumpled—her worries had been laid to rest.

And though it was unlike her, seeing the word 'giantess' appear, the very word that applied to everything in her world tugged at her curiosity far more than what her willpower could detain. Why had Sunset been looking at giantesses before she'd even become one?

Sitting around, waiting to ask that question, could kill a girl.

Twilight didn't dash over but so much walking, with massive shoulders, over to the longer 'enter' key. Her mind fought all the possibilities for Sunset's interest in such a concept. She nearly hoped her body wouldn't be heavy enough to press the key down to reveal the answer that she sought.

But Twilight didn't even after to jump on the key this time, but rather, her foot pressing down hard was enough to input the command. At once, the blur of the screen changed from white to black, little boxes of white flashing on the right.

Though, in the middle of it all, an entire page made of images...

“No-no. No way. It can't be.” The images kept flooding the page, thumbnails made portraits. Twilight backed away from the screen, down the lane of plastic black, feeling her feet dip once they stepped from the up-arrow to the down-arrow key. “All of these are sexual. T-This isn't mere curiosity.”

Sunset's handle took up the left of the screen, the username 'Sunny Hills' marked by a number. Some of the photos were innocent—simply a giant gazing down at the tinies gathered by her shoe—though, the further down the page went, the lewder the art became.

A small one bunched between giant breasts.

A man clutching to a sprawling nipple while the woman showered.

A tiny lodged in some underwear while the girl walked, seemingly unaware, though a buckle to her legs.

All possible ways for Twilight and Sunset to interact, to get through the day with her presence hidden, safe and kept warm. Something was off in keeping with such places. But the sake of the situation—with a pinch of ignorance—had allowed her to forsake logic on the matter.

Until now.

These are the things Sunset is into. Twilight thought as she kept watching the images passing, not judging her friend in the slightest—but beyond curious. Last night had revealed Twilight a few new fantasies of her own. That's why she was so hesitant in having me ride in her chest. They're a bit more... sexual here. From the looks of it, the slight control she has over another, being able to submerge them easily with her body, is one of her payoffs.

It was like Twilight to dissect everything she learned for its gleaming core. But something was different about this introspection. Not so much that she pictured why her friend enjoyed such acts so much, but rather, how her purple legs rubbed together at the idea of being a part of them.

Twilight fell to her rump, which kept the key held down, rocking the smoothness of her panties against the flatness of the key. Her mind buzzed alive with all the pictures and possibles laid before her. All the scenes and situations that now could become real between Sunset and her.

Like being lodged underneath one of her boobs, each cupped and held up easily by a hand, Twilight's miniature body trying to crawl out from its shadow—until its wobbly weight fell upon her, softness and smoothness crushing her, smothering any possible notions of escape.

It was hard for her to do, but after a few seconds of seeing all the pictures, Twilight wanted to see how they all played out. With shaky legs she took to the mouse again, heaving as she pushed it, not from the strain but the pleasure racking her brain. When her purple tush struck the clicker again, it left a minuscule smear of her juices on its edges.

What had Twilight clicked?

Sunset Shimmer's smut stories.

The plot had been simple and the prose a little purple. But to Twilight, reading the deepest fantasy of her friend warmed her skin more than anything else. This was what the giant wished to happen. Little secrets kept to herself that, if enacted, would make her world a lot better.

Twilight sat back on the down key again, her skirt strewn onto her stomach, a hand down her panties. She started to slow. Arching her head back while her fingers traced at her slit. The practices of last night doubled the pleasure of the present.

Her eyes sometimes swept up to the movie screen, scrolling with erotica. It was of a giant sitting in her living room, wearing a hoodie and nothing underneath, baggy sweatpants and lax underwear beneath that. In her chest, of course, was a tiny wedged between her tits.

It started innocently enough. The placement was enough to flick at Twilight's clit. But while the movie kept on, the giant slowly fell asleep, and the tiny, slipping through the smooth cleavage, fall through the curved dome of the black hoodie.

Landing, of course, at the waistband of the panties. Images of last night, of Sunset's special spot, drove Twilight to insert a pair of fingers into her needy hole. Anything to fill her, to spread her, to make her feel something in this giant world of apparent isolation.

The tiny in the story, unable to awake the giantess and afraid to drop down, deciding its safer inside the underwear than crushed beneath it. But upon sliding down the slope of the crotch, however, a slime-like quality coats their back.

And they discover a gaping pussy beyond wet.

As Twilight continued to pleasure herself to the smut written by her friend, she realized that, with hands down her panties, she was, without a doubt, hopelessly in love with Sunset Shimmer.

And also had a giantess kink.

It'd taken most of the afternoon to learn how the computer worked, finding the power-off function in the bottom left corner of the screen. There couldn't be risking leaving a trace of what Twilight had learned. She knew Sunset's dirty little secret.

And, for the moment, wanted it to keep a secret if only for a little longer.

Distant footsteps, followed then by the clicking of a door, relieved Twilight's heart more than she could know.

Her towering figure came through the dominating frame of the door, a colossal being that's size blurred and sprawled upward and down. Sunset's hazy face loomed in the space of the clouds, striding closer to the desk, with the dull thuds of her steps, smiling down. “Figured you'd be passed out by the time I go back. You didn't nap at all?”

Twilight smiled. She laid back on the base of the keyboard, up and across its curve toward the bottom keys. It was the only way to gaze up at the giant face—when it wasn't utterly obscured by the mounds of her chest. “Caught a bit of a nap. Mostly spent the day thinking about equations. That, and the many differences between humans and ponies.”

“You find after a while that there are not too many differences.” Sunset turned away from the desk, her powerful backside pushing out the denim of her jeans. Above, her arms pulled from the black tunnels of her jacket—tossing the coat, now like a dark sky, onto the bed. “Underneath it all, you tend to find mostly everything keeps the same.”

Sunset said this, of course, while taking off her shirt. The planes of gold that was her back shot and curved upward. It appeared she didn't worry about Twilight seeing her change. With that said, Sunset's stature didn't turn at all. She held an arm beneath her ample chest while sliding open her closet. “Anyhow. Not often I ask for an opinion for clothing, but—what do you think I should wear?”

In the great distance of flooring and a bed, the giant glanced over her high shoulder at the little one, able to see but unable to hear Twilight. Her hand pulled out the hangers, one by one, a shirt, short-sleeved and long, white than black: all met with minuscule shakes of the head.

But when she hand paused over a comfy black hoodie, however, Twilight's head nodded furiously. Sunset stared at her a few moments longer, blinking with cheeks burning, unable to outright say anything as shame quickly caught with her.

“Y-You sure? This one?”

Twilight nodded.

“And... what do you think should go underneath it?”

Twilight shook her head.

“N-Nothing?” Sunset quickly shook her own head, throwing the hoodie on as the long article spanned across her figure. The dense fabric bounced around her waist, hanging slightly past it, though her chest pressed against it softly. Different, but a nice change of pace. “How come?”

The giant strode back to the desk, with her palm already lowered to its wood. Twilight wasn't fearful as she hopped off the edge of the counter and into the awaiting hand, the rush of rising to the sky now a pleasant tickle inside her tummy.

Once she stood between the giant teal eyes, however, she held her arms up and out, smiling. “Because we have hoodies and socks back at home too! Nothing feels better than having a nice sweater rubbing against your fluff on a relaxing day.”

Sunset blinked. Her eyes narrowed. Disappointment, not so much at Twilight, but rather, herself. “O-Oh, right. Shirts and jeans are not so much a thing there.”

Twilight nodded. She could be cunning when she wanted to be.

“And... I guess you're right.” Sunset's distant face smiled, a single, sweet smile as significant to the sky. There were other benefits to being tiny. The little things, now made prominent, caused Twilight to wonder if she ever wanted to regrow. “Wearing just a sweat is pretty relaxing! And since I made you stay back for most of the day, it's only fair what you decide we do next.”

Twilight pretended to think about options, walking to the side of the hand, sitting on the edge and letting her legs dangle over. She then looked forward and over the wrist, which curved downward as it held her up. “After all the excitement we had yesterday, I feel like I need a day just to wind down.”

Sunset nodded to the bouncing her hair. “I feel you there. Lazy day then?”

“You get to pick the movie,” Twilight continued as her gaze dipped. The collar of the hoodie was loose around Sunset's neck, allowing her to gaze into the abyss, marked by two running hills of lemon skin. “But I get the watch it from inside your chest, okay!”

“My chest?” Sunset glanced down at her bright orbs, raising an eyebrow. Her other hand tugged at the collar of the hoodie. It opened just above her breasts, exposing her cleavage over its brim. “I guess that can work.” Her giant eyes rose to Twilight. “But why do you want to go back in there for? You cold or somethin'?”

“I... just like being close to you, Sunset.” Twilight smiled, though, of course, she could never outright admit her feelings. At least, not yet anyway. “Your chest is warm and tight and comfy. Plus, I'll be high enough that I don't have to crane my neck as much.” She rubbed the back of her neck out of reflex. “And besides! It'll be like we're truly watching a movie together!”

“Can't fight you on that one, I guess.” Sunset drew the hand over her bunched together puppies, seeing them accentuate more in their curve upward. “Don't really have a problem with it, but just... be careful in there, okay? Pinch or something like that if something goes wrong.”

Twilight bore a goofy smile as her horizon changed. The monolithic and beautiful face of Sunset changing, lowering, to the full tits encompassed within the dense black fabric. The place radiated with warmth. A toasty place to stay. “I guess it'll be the same as before? You lower me in and I slip myself inside?”

“Y-Yeah. That.”

Sunset's other hand then hovered above her. Twin fingers dropping like a claw inside a machine, plucking her upright from the waist and lowering her to the opening in her sweater, that enormous volume of space entering nearly into a new world.

And then there was touch down. The sunny topside of the breasts spanned like land as Twilight's feet touched against their plush surface, sinking slightly as it welled around her feet. A soft chin blotted out the sky above—the feeling of eyes set upon her.

Twilight took a step forward only to trip. Her body falling against the breast as it impressed underneath her weight, washing up around her frame before settling away in the form of miniature jiggles. Both girls giggled at the comical act.

It pained Sunset's neck to look down so hard, though the view was beyond worth it, watching the miniature girl struggle to walk across her squishy protrusions. It took a few steps and seconds for Twilight to adjust to the different... grounding.

But once she found her balance, she neared the in-ward curve of her right breast, walking across the side of it like one following a river. It made sense. Getting far out enough that the view would be better and the pressure different.

When the walking speck of purple on the planes of yellow stopped at the halfway point, however, it sat down but didn't slide in right away. Rather, she stared off into the distance, not above the collar of the hoodie but beneath it.

Sunset blinked. What was she looking for? Her breasts? Twilight wouldn't be an outright pervert to search for such things, at least not if she fully comprehended their sexual nature. But from last night, she saw one of them up close.

Perhaps her curiosity had been piqued? And what that... a good or bad thing?

Twilight didn't linger on it. Rather she slid down into the warm slit of smooth skin, her arms held high so only her legs slipped in, leaving her arms to rest on the judges, sinking enough to make it comfortable for her shoulders.

Wedged firmly in her cleavage, the tiny girl gazed up and, with a smile and thumbs-up, waited for Sunset to do something.

She looks too cute in there. Sunset thought upon giving the nod, turning and heading to the living room. The rise and drop of her breasts meshed over Twilight like waves of the sea splashing over her—though the soft smacking seemed more like a playful fight than an annoyance for the small one. Taking everything in me to not zip this hoodie up all the way. Pleasing my nipple while watching a movie... like a good little servant... that... should make for some good writing later.

Sunset reached the living room with relative ease, strolling to the couch and plopping herself down, swinging her feet onto the table with arms stretching out over the frame of the back. She glanced down once more to see Twilight lying back—or, at least, trying to—from inside her chest.

With a remote already left on the cushion from before, Sunset's mindlessly flicked to a random channel, the commercial ending to the starting of a movie. Her eyes weren't focused on the starting program, however, but of the small one nestled between her breasts.

“Here.” Sunset leaned forward to the table—unintentionally bunching her boobs, squeezing Twilight tightly upon submerging her into the black wall of the hoodie—and picked popcorn from a cup left the previous morning. “First time I've dropped popcorn onto my boobs intentionally.”

Sunset didn't gaze down in time to see the pressing wall suddenly lift from Twilight, though she felt little tingles. Sprinkling some popcorn down her top, she settled back on the movie—at least enough to keep Twilight in her peripherals.

Sunset didn't want to get caught outright looking, after all.

There's no way my hands can keep off her for much longer. Watching Twilight eat the oversized popcorn by peeking down her own chest was too much for Sunset. There was another reason why she crossed her legs. This isn't something I can be indecisive about anymore. Without a doubt, if this keeps on, I'm going to do stuff to her.

Twilight broke below a fraction of the popcorn off, which she munched on with ease, her little attention focused on the big screen. It must have been nice to watch a movie in a theatre and have the seats be someone else breasts.

It's not even just to play with her. She's too frickin' adorable at this size. P-Plus, she believes in me. Having someone like that around here, even for a little bit... it... it could save me. She's always been the one able to save me.

Who could Sunset trust with the little Twilight? Fluttershy came first to mind with Rarity a close second. Applejack third. The other two need not be mentioned. Not that they would have foul-intentions in mind. But at that point, Twilight would be as good as in her hands than theirs.

But there was another option. One Sunset was scared to admit the possibility of even to herself.

What if... that would be something Twilight wanted as well? Sunset blinked at her own thoughts while her heart started to race. Sweat rose above her skin and she worried about the little one noticing the changes to her body. Warmth rising to heat. She always wants to get near my chest. She even said yesterday she enjoys being with my body. Maybe not to THAT extent. But... maybe she could be worked toward it?

Sunset knew holding back that possibility would be due to her own shame rather than protecting Twilight. The other girl liked her, wanted to stay with her, enjoyed her body and forgave her rather easily for the actions of the previous night. There was a connection between them without a doubt.

But how far did it go?

Tomorrow then. Sunset steadied her breathing as her thoughts resolved themselves. I'll give her the full story tomorrow. It's up to her to decide if she wants to try those kinds of things with me. I have to at least ask her before I give her away.

Then her eyes closed. A groan escaped her. The results of tomorrow were too real, too sudden and close for her to not freak out now. Within the span of a day, either she would be closer with the girl she liked, indulging in fantasizes she's hidden for years—or freaked out a serious friend, forced to give her away, and spending her nights, once more, alone.

If she could. Sunset would keep her mouth silent, locking her hands with cuffs if that meant she could keep the small one without confessing anything. But that was a childish thing to do. So badly she wanted to be with Twilight. Their future together, that possibility of fulfillment and greatness, hurt too much to conceive.

Tomorrow, both girls had something to confess, and their answers were but certain.