The Sunset from Her Hand

~ III ~

Loving Her Heart

It'd taken some talking, a way with words, to ease the giant into becoming closer. The rest of the week had been torture, two hearts beating to the same rhythm, building with pressure with release seeming too distant.

An explosion in the works.

Days had been relaxing in a loosely sexual sense. It didn't take long for Twilight to enjoy the scale of her giant friend, of all the ways that delicious, sunlit landscape could change. Sunset didn't mind changing in the same room as the small one—there was a particular enjoyment on both sides.

It started innocently enough. Quick changes into something different. Long legs covered by a skirt or jeans or something in-between. But slowly. She started putting the clothing on more slowly, creating an art out of it. Something both of them could enjoy.

“What are you thinking for underwear?”

Twilight fought saying 'none'. “How about a dark orange? It'll compliment your skin nicely!”

“Ever the little admirable, aren't you?”

“Rarity taught me fashion theory.”

It didn't take them long to get more comfortable in that fashion. From deciding what the giant should wear and admiring the different panties and bras that sprawled across her staggering and towering frame, to resting in the bosom made into a spa, warm and soft and massaging her nicely.

Twilight enjoyed riding in the giant cleavage, enjoying when Sunset became immersed in an activity, like cutting up carrots. Watching the world from the chest of a massive girl, seeing how she went about her life, almost unaware of the one she carried about below.

But then Saturday had come.

Twilight woke up with stretch to her tiny body, sitting up on the soft mattress of tissues, feeling surprisingly well-rested. The crumpled plastic arched over the stack of white like blinds strewn over a bed.

Such a strange and surreal way to wake up, but a simplicity and familiarity returned, the new absurd made into the old normal. Twilight turned, dangling her legs over the edge. The vast plane of wood—the bedside table—the floor of her room.

Faint sunlight warmed the surface. High above, across the acres of the wall, the galactic window loomed behind the translucent drapes. The sun, rising yet not set meaning a morning she could enjoy to herself longer.

And by enjoy...

Twilight's feet traced across the top of a block, three sets before the stack, each smaller one smaller than the last. It was a strange stairway to the ground. Sunset had said watching Twilight climb up it was cute. So they kept it.

And Sunset was cute in her own way. Twilight reached the last block, sliding down it and hanging from its side, letting go when her feet felt close enough. Dropping onto the ground, she hugged and nodded, turning around to gaze upon the slumbering giant.

Truly, it was impossible to keep the gaze of the scene within such tiny eyes—but they endeavoured to stay with the task. The body was sprawled with its details obscured by a haze, the shape all that was retained, its scale beyond compare.

White seas of sheets washed over Sunset's body, dropping around her breasts but rising high one them. It'd taken a while for her to resume sleeping naked again with Twilight. But, seeing as how she changed freely now—and would be covered by the blanket—the matter didn't take much convincing.

Twilight had reached the edge of the table by the time her mind remembered the reason for her suggestion. Sitting before the gap between it and the bed, she recalled the story. One that had caused her to finish with her juices emerging with the white on the 'T' key.

The story consisted of a tiny and a giant, one awake and the other naught, with the former needing to wake the latter. It started innocently enough. Stumbling on the vast cheek to wake the massive girl—only to realize no clothes were worn beneath the blanket.

The tiny became cheeky. Dropping across the throat to the mountains made of tits in the distant, she scaled those mounds and pleasured herself against their peak—to the moans of the still unconscious.

Which led to a deeper call needing to be made.

The tiny, reaching between the giant's legs, crawled inside her special place, only pleasing it at first. Though, with the giant already heated it, a massive finger comes down and finishes the job—lodging the tiny girl inside without knowing it.

And then, enjoying the wake-up call, the giant gets up from her bed, makes it, putting on panties and pants. She leaves. Totally unaware of the tiny girl now trapped within the depths of her cunt, being teased from the place during the day, but not making two and two together until its end.

Twilight dreamed of such a situation, but wouldn't dare enact it. Not until things between them had changed.

Hopefully, for the better.

“Kinda strange, even for you, Twilight.” Sunset had said upon holding her nude body, from belly to back, with a pinch of her fingers. “You sure about giving this a try?”

“Why not? Always fun trying something new out—so let me swim!”

Sunset shrugged from afar. Twilight gazed below her feet to the pool set below, round one like but curving upward where the milk couldn't reach. Her legs slid through the hollow middle of a loop that was food, feeling her feet submerge in the liquid.

Thankfully, trying the milk warm was another suggestion from Twilight.

“Probably the first time I haven't been disgusted at seeing a bug in my cereal.” Sunset smirked as her hand floated out from the dome. It reappeared seconds later, hovering in the distance with a spoon. “Are we still even trying to find a fix for you at this point?”

“As much as I enjoy freaking out tends to be a hobby of mine—I know I'll never have a chance to be this small again.” Something about that statement slashed at her skin; the earth-shattering flinch from Sunset implied the same. “So, I might as well indulge in all the unique scenarios as I can!”

Sunset smiled as the spear of her spoon came splashing into the waters, a momentary whirlpool created by its dive. Milk splashed and crashed in waves. Twilight clutched to the loop as it swirled around the outer rim of the bowl. “Guess you can say that, Twi.”

The spoon rose from the depths of thick white, a collection of loops gathered in the metallic tub. It then rose from the interior of the bowl, rising past its high walls and into the sky—where the goddess above took it into her lips. For whatever reason, this simple act turned the drifting girl on.

“So?” Sunset said the word while munching on her food, her puffed cheeks, lazy expression beyond adorable. “What's the verdict? You sort out a formula of energy to grow that butt of yours.”

“Nice try, but I'm well proportional Sunset.” Twilight then sighed. She gazed below the slope of the loop at the waters slowly stilling beneath. “And no. It's possible. Without a doubt it is. But... having a week off from not worrying has been rather... nice.”

“New week. New homework?”

“Something like that.”

“If that's the case,” Sunset began, drawing Twilight's gaze back up to the world beyond the top of the bowl, “why don't we have a slumber-like party tonight? Do it up like how you wished it was. Y'know, before you became a princess and all that.”

“That... actually sounds like a lot of fun! Not only that—but we could invite all the girls together too!”

“Er.” Sunset dived the spoon back into the bowl, although this time, it drew beneath Twilight's loop. She panicked at feeling the milk pool together, a sensation in her stomach rising, gazing off to the sides to see milk pouring from the edges like cascading waterfalls. “About that.”

Twilight wouldn't have said she outright screamed upon being lifted from the bowl, high above the clad chest of the other girl, held on a spoon before her face. But the fear crippled her. She'd been held before Sunset's giant face countless times before—but never at the spectrum of being like food.

“Do you... think we could keep your little secret between us?” Sunset asked with no intent to eat the small one, instead finding the change of perspective amusing. The way they could make the little things into situations had been the fuel for her writing. “Not forever, of course. But like you said. I'd rather... enjoy this to ourselves, even if for the week.”

“And then, after it?”

“City can know if you want it.”

“...only if you do me one favour.”

“What do you need?”

“My clothes back.”

They prepped for a movie night. Food wasn't an issue since Sunset didn't eat all that much and Twilight required less than a fraction of that. But they both dressed loosely with the intent to stay awake as long as they could. Sunset wore lazy PJ's still thin around her body; Twilight much the same in clothing meant for a doll.

Not that there was much difference between her and one, anyway.

Their position hadn't changed. Sunset forwent the bra and simply unbutton her top until the base of her tits, granting ample space for Twilight to see through. They rose on either side like curtains—if they were made of cotton.

Sunset didn't hold back the stops on her laziness. Her entire body slid forward, legs across the table, bunching her chest and keeping her face closer to it. The two laughed at the flicks playing on the screen, though sometimes, Twilight's adjusting tickled the giant, causing her monolithic body to squirm as well.

The two had grown comfortable with the setup.

Maybe a little too comfortable for what they were supposed to be.

Mere friends.

Such a thing couldn't keep on for much longer.

Both girls knew that this was the moment something had to happen, that they couldn't confess once others got involved. Too many decisions would have to be made and, without that untouchable connection settled before those choices, then a mistake was easy to be made.

Although it was awkward from the canyon inside Sunset's top, the tiny purple girl pressed her hands against the fleshy orbs, feeling her palms sink until she could finally apply pressure against them. She lifted herself out of the giant's bosom—the tickles having drawn the latter's gaze downward.

“You good, Twilight?” The tiny girl turned around and gazed upward through the opening of the top to the cliff of the woman above. Sunset's face reminded her of a cloud, enormous but faint, somehow too close to the ground. “Need to use the washroom or something?”

“N-No.” Twilight shook her head, walking on the field of the right tit. Her feet kept sinking although she was in a funhouse—not far from the truth. “Do you think we could pause the movie for a bit? We... need to talk.”

“A-Ah.” Through the valley of the exposed shirt, a telescopic arm settled over the remote, clicking the button of a house. Further away, the theatre paused, though its setting and plot unknown to those watching it. “The good kind of talk or the bad kind.”

“Well, I'm hoping it turns out to be the good kind of talk but... I guess that kinda depends on you.” Twilight paused in her walking as the giant gazed back down in the chasm she'd been caught it. Confessing your love from the giant chest of the girl you love made things beyond awkward. “I've uh. Really enjoyed spending time with you, Sunset. A... bit more than the rest of the girls.”

“...never t-thought I'd hear something like that.” Sunset went to giggle, only to chuckle instead—something which she choked on during the process of. “Though to be fair, I don't think I've done anything more for you than the other girls.” Her giant hand swarm in the sky behind her head, scratching her hair. “To be honest with you, I've always thought I've been more of a pain in your behind than anything else.”

Twilight exhaled some of her dread away. With eyes closing and lips spreading, she then laughed softly. “Is that what you think? Our late-night writings to each other on the nature of friendship? Of why ponies and people sometimes do what they do? You think all of that was to assuage your mind alone?”

“W-Well, I mean, y-you wouldn't have done it without caring a little bit about me, b-but I always thought it... y'know, more of a nuisance than anything else.”

“Sunset...” Twilight opened her eyes with a smile laid beneath them. “Those were thoughts I've always wondered too. That my mind would be isolated with. There wasn't anyone else I could talk to about them, not at that time or with that kind of mood—what connects us is unique.” She laughed. “Even if it's a bit strange.”

“Heh. You're telling me.”

“But none of my other current friends will have the same perspective as you, not the same level of interest or even have it bother them as much as it does us.” Twilight exhaled as she stopped in place, standing tall in the view of the massive face just afar. “We both have a unique aspect from everyone else that only you and I share. I'm happy to write to you on those late nights. There are not many others who would... I don't know. Get it?”

“Guess... you would need to be a bit on the darker side to having an appreciation for it, eh?”

“Something like that.” Twilight's smile shrunk as her purpose for doing this returned. “Of course, there's other things only you and I have done this last while. Things I've... done with another girl. Either here or back in the pony world.”

“O-Oh?”

“And it's not that I value my friendships differently...” Twilight's face burned, a hot scarlet sizzling across her skin. “But what you and I have goes beyond just friendship.”

“Ah.” Sunset blinked. “O-Oh! Uh. Um. Hmm.”

“And as strange as our time together has been that I don't find myself regretting even a second of it.” Twilight clenched her fist and squeezed them to the rhythm of her heart, the intense pressure building against her chest proof of how alive she was. “From being found by you and looking up your skirt. Then getting lodged in your chest and fooling around with your giant world.”

“Just... where are you going with all of this, Twilight?”

“Even that night, when you got aggressive—I should have been mad, I should have fought you every inch during everything that happened. There were so many things I should have done then, since then that I didn't.” Twilight shook her head a little too furious, allowing her hair to become undone and strewn over her shoulders and back. “Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone along with it like I did. Or... would have enjoyed it so much.”

“You enjoyed that?” Now it was time for Sunset to shake her head, the mighty swaying of her hair flouncing through the air. “Thought I kinda doomed stuff with that. Y'know, showing what I can be like underneath the surface.”

“I'll admit it was a bit of a twist seeing you like that—but that means you've been holding yourself back this whole time for my sake, right?” Twilight smiled up at the giant, hoping to comfort her. Something her next words did easily. “And that's only a part of you and not the whole of it. Besides, getting ordered around by a big, bossy lady was kinda sexy.”

“It was?”

“Not that I want it to be all that we do! I-If we decide to keep going on with this.” Twilight's throat tightened upon revealing her intentions, something that no amount of light coughing could rid. With a shake of a head and a step forward, she continued ahead. “I don't always want to be bossed around. Some gentle and cuddling stuff would be nice. B-But, so long as you're cheeky about it, I... don't mind getting into character.”

“Twilight... you're saying a lot of things that I would love but... but could easily take the wrong way.” Sunset closed her eyes, keeping them that way until she would get her answer. “So I need you to say what you want. No chance for misunderstandings. Please.”

Twilight nodded even though it went unseen. “The truth of the matter is that I've liked you for a while now, Sunset, normal size or small. Getting to see you as a giant has made me appreciate every inch of you even more. But now... it goes a bit more than that.”

Despite the will of her words, Sunset still cracked open an eye, unable to keep her gaze away from the building development.

“After riding in your chest for a while, and what happened during that night, I ended up... getting curious as to why all those things made me feel so good.” Twilight glanced away as her moment of shame had arrived. “So I went to use your computer to search up probable causes. I found some of your personal sites while I did so.”

Both of Sunset's eyes opened as her sunny cheeks burned pink. “Uhhh. W-What kind of personal sites, T-Twilight?”

“The kind where there are giant girls and tinies having a good time with each other.” Twilight sighed as both girls looked away, each swallowing, slowly looking back to the other with equal guilt-tripping their souls. “I got to see all the things you were into. And then I saw of all the little stories you wrote about. Y'know, all the things you wished... would come true?”

It seemed like Sunset was struggling for a response. Her monolithic face hovering above, cute and compact despite its size. The lazy strands of hair falling by her head, frizzy in an adorable sense. Not always proper like Rarity but not so forgone as Rainbow at times.

In truth, Sunset was the perfect mix. Even upon standing on her chest, Twilight could easily see and feel that. Now or never was the time, where the right words, correct deed, would ensure their lives together would be complete.

“I don't know how long I can stay in this human world for, but since using magic and science is off—my current hope is that, when the portal opens again, I'll have the proper means to succeed.” Twilight shook her head and cast her hand to the side. “From there, I have to hope that the natural state of the portal will revert me back to my normal form.”

“And if that fails?”

“Either way, I'll be back home among my own.” Twilight nodded. “I'll still need to prepare for a possible spell to revert the change or consult the other princesses for advice. But until then, it's unlikely we'll be able to craft a device to return me to normal while I'm still here.”

Sunset sighed. “So that means until the portal opens again... you'll be tiny.”

“Tiny, and in your hands.” Twilight swallowed as the hardest part now approached. “There's only so much time we have together, Sunset. It's not like me to give myself so easily to someone. But you've always been the exception in this.”

Sunset knew better than to say anything as she simply kept staring into the canyon within her shirt.

“And I've... decided that I really want to be with you.” Twilight took a step forward, throwing her other hand to the side—leaving herself both exposed and express to the gazing giant. “We don't have that much time together, so I don't want to waste what we may only have once.”

“H-Have once? So you and I—“

“We... wouldn't be a one-time thing, Sunset.” Twilight giggled while her hands dropped to her sides, feeling tremors quake beneath her feet. It seemed her words alone, barely whispers to the giant, were able to change the tempo of the massive heart beating within. “I don't know... exactly... when I started seeing you that way.”

Twilight let her head drop, a smile on her lips, as she fought to lift her gaze to living face of a yellow cliff above. The jiggling at her feet kept constant, despite the loss of dread in the giant, if only in hopes of what the confession was building to.

“I've... felt the same way, Twilight.” Sunset blinked from high above where the haze blurred most of her features. Despite this, the green glow of her eyes intensified in the dim of the room. They swept away for the moment, afraid of the tiny, an act unnatural in nature. “Don't know how long it's been now. How many strange fantasizes I've had about it—another strange kind, I mean.”

A hand dived from the sky and into the divide between the fabric sides of the top, the long fingers laying and sinking into the plush surface. Tightly packed to create a stage, the platform beckoned Twilight toward them. This time, it wasn't much of a struggle to get on before the hand lifted from the land inside Sunset's shirt.

“I... ever tell you how strange it is sometimes for me to hold you?” the voice as the setting blurred all around Twilight. It'd been darker in the top, but once brought out, the glow of the screen and the sun of a lamp momentary blinded her sensitive eyes. “It's always felt like you've held my fate in your hands. Writing to me. Giving me so many chances after what I've done. The countless advice and endless encouragement.”

Twilight tried blinking herself into vision—but she didn't need to see what her heart already knew. “That's something that friends do, Sunset, no matter what you've done. I can't say that there's no bad people or ponies or whatever out there. But there is such things as the good, when becoming deeply hurt, turning bad because of it.”

“But... how can you be so sure of that? That something wasn't always lurking beneath the surface and looking to come out?”

“Because none of us are that good or that bad, Sunset—not even the girl you hold in your hands.” Twilight wiped her eyes and stood tall despite her lack of sight. “The girl you could have crushed and kidnapped. Who you could have indulged in your fantasies with and found a clever way to excuse it.”

“What about that—“

“You were asleep and cried when you found out.” Twilight shook both her head and those doubts away. “Don't think I haven't thought about you like that before. Or wanting to hurt someone deeply because they hurt me. What we feel is just that. Feelings.”

“But feelings are—“

“Feelings are aspects of our mind and heart during a moment of time, not that they don't imply something deeper within us—but they aren't total condemnations.” Twilight fluttered her eyes one more time, a giant blur of something yellow slowly clearing in her eyes. “It's what we do, what we decide despite what we feel inside that counts. There are no good people, Sunset. Just people who try to do good.”

“But I... still don't think... I'm good enough...”

“You are good enough, Sunset.” Twilight's eyes cleared to that giant face, of the beautiful bangs of red and yellow twirling over its sides. The creamy skin and glowing eyes. Lips soft and long and soon meant for her. “If the matter is just about your character—then I'll prove all the little reasons I love you for. You're not evil because you like to fantasize about all the things you'd like to do to me when I'm tiny. The fact you haven't done anything is proof of that.”

“L-Letting you ride in my chest?”

“Good means of concealment and transportation that I asked for.” Twilight stepped from the fingers onto the palm, the broader and whole surface relieving her beating heart a smudge. “You tried to fight it at first, and you've never gone beyond that since then.”

Sunset, unable to hold back, finally broke into a laugh.

She smiled afterward.

“I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to be with you, Sunset, but I needed to know the feelings went b-both ways.” Now it was Twilight's time to get shy as the direction turned back upon her. “You're better looking than me without a doubt. Plus, even if it works between us—it'll have to be a long-distance between the periods the portal is opened and closed.”

Sunset kept smiling. “I like how you snuck in that part about me being better looking like I wouldn't notice it.”

“It's true.”

“It's also true about you... in your own way.”

“Nice excuse.”

“Now proving you're good-looking is something I don't mind,” Sunset whispered. It seemed her usual confidence—or bravado—had returned. “At all.”

“Hence... why I said this could only be a one-time thing.” Twilight kept at the center of the palm as her purple cheeks burned red, a sudden heat flushing over the skin down her body. Sex was something she knew of, understood, but in a strange sense, never expected to occur to her. “After being with you at this size—and finding your stash—I think I might be into this whole tiny and giantess... stuff.”

“Oh. Ah! Um, heheh, I-I see.”

“So even if it doesn't work out on a, you know, much grander scale between us—I-I wouldn't mind... trying out... this... s-size difference between us.” Twilight coughed as her head entirely dropped in shame. “Experiments... are always worth trying out, right?”

“Is the Twilight Sparkle asking me to be friends with benefits?” Afar, the yellow hand settled over Sunset's chin. She stroked it an ever-present arched smile to the right. “Never thought I'd hear that line said. From you to anyone. Ever.”

Twilight shrugged her shoulders hopelessly. “What can I say? It's been a strange week for us both.”

Sunset blew the hair out of her face, leaving it fully bare for the one held before it. The two looked at each other, smiling, warm and feeling all so fuzzy on the inside. Someone had to act. To enact the second pact of their relationship.

“I guess... if you're game for it—then so am I.” Sunset laughed in an awkward fashion as the two newbies struggled to express themselves to the other. Romance hard; sexual impossible. “We should probably kiss or somethin' like that, right?”

Twilight laughed at those words as well, but within a few moments, her gaze settled on the very place that said them. Sure enough, she'd only been held against them once more. The night that set the course that led to now.

Only, when she went back to them, it would be of her call—with Sunset fully awake.

Twilight nodded with a laugh. “Something like that. Though how we're going to go about it...”

There wasn't any more time for words as the hand started to move, slicing through the air while the surface rocked about, causing Twilight to stumble on foot on the distant face ceased to be that. Upon finally slamming her foot down to regain her balance, Twilight turned—freezing as she did so.

All she could see were lips. Softly fellow with a tinge of pink that screamed of deliciousness. It called her and beckoned her and demanded her prescience. They were so long and wide, not actually but just to her size. On them was a story beyond verbal—ironic, all things considering.

Maybe it'd be missed if she were bigger. But Twilight saw how its bottom tucked slightly inside, nipped by a pillar of a tooth. The act, so subtle and small, made bare and large, stroked a sensitive fire in Twilight she could hardly express with mere words.

It seemed that expression, after all, was beyond language.

But those lips finally stopped rolling on themselves. Even though the rest of her face couldn't be seen due to how close Twilight had been drawn, Twilight could sense those large eyes set on her tiny shoulders. Without a doubt she was trying to make the yellow pair wet—but not too wet.

Sunset cared, eve down to the minuscule details, for Twilight.

And knowing that care, that trust and love was placed there, Twilight knew she'd made the right call. The time for fears and worries, anxieties and doubts, had been left for the past. The right call made. A future romance begging to be made. All that was left was to throw herself forward.

Sunset's lips twitched as her eyes must have seen the tiny girl running toward them. She pushed them out at once, not so much to kiss but to catch and cushion Twilight. The hand quickly followed behind her, catching the tiny as both then came into contact.

Twilight was laughing as something caught her, something warm and sunny, collecting her with ease as the rest of the structure pressed against softness. The rolls of lips flew at her at once, a little sloppy due to the context—although this was hardly a detail Twilight cared for at all.

What she instead experienced was the miles of lips crashing down on the palm, utterly bound softness flattening against the skin around her as it concentrated toward her. It took seconds to reach. That distant thinness coming down against her.

Twilight giggled as the lips made contact with her, the bottom spanning from her belly to well beyond her feet; the top from chest to face and further higher above. She considered herself lucky to become caught by the two rather than owned by the one.

Though such a battle was a losing one from the start.

If it was just one lip, she could crawl across it, put the whole of her weight against it, struggling and fighting, crawling and fleeing. Its constant weight against her, plush but dense like a blanket with a mass of a mountain.

But this she didn't mind for of the immersion, all the details rolling over her, the highs of her body taking seconds to register everything happening. First was the space, tight and dim but illuminated by sunny skin.

Second came the heat. Not so much from the warmth radiating from the hand—although that was pleasant—but the sudden exhale filtering through the slits of space between the pressed fingers above. Sunset's breathing out through her nose, trying to suppress her own breath, although its warmth, its tingly touch awash on Twilight.

Even better was when it came from the lips. Sunset had gotten used to having Twilight's body against it. First, she kept still, but there, unsure of what Twilight's intent was. But when the tiny girl rolled about, kissing an inch on the skin and grabbing the softness, although it was like dough—that when Sunset knew she could act freely.

That's when her lips compressed, bunching, pinning Twilight. They could have easily done that with their weight alone—but Sunset always had one to test boundaries. Cheeky. Forever ever so cheeky.

Her lips kept mounting pressure against the small one, bunching closer and larger, pressing harder on Twilight and keeping her locked on the hand. Little streams of wind swirled out from the lips, whenever they parted, a wet smacking accompanying the movement.

It'd appeared Sunset went straight from kissing to making out.

But since both of them had been driven to their limits, sexually, in repressing themselves despite their close proximity to each other's bodies... none of them were complaining about the changes of affairs.

Neither of knowing where it was heading.

Twilight became worried, however, for when those lips part a bit too much. Enough for her body to slip into their crevice, the two thin walls of softness crashing upon her, the weight heavy but not overwhelming. The pressure was pleasurable, and the change charged her curiosity.

The broadness of the underside of the hand floated away like a wide and thick cloud, dropping from the sky to reveal the space well beyond it. The screen laid on in the distance, although from this height was much more comfortable on the neck to see.

Warm gales blew over her again.

Twilight gazed up from the lips she'd been caught between as she gazed past the upper lip, seeing the cute, lemon nostrils flare a little bit. She usually had an issue in sharing air with someone else. But with Sunset—she found herself becoming drunk on it.

But more than that was the reason why she'd been caught like this. Despite their tender moments together no longer than a minute ago, her giant captor had caught her between the massive lips, rolling them, forward and back—causing her body to do much of the same.

Is she playing with me already?

Twilight didn't need much evidence when the lips, done lightly pressing and rolling upon her, then parted some more. She gasped as the dark, moist cavern opened before her. The whiteness of the teeth allowed her to gaze within to the one place she was frightened to explore.

Only she wouldn't be exploring it.

But her legs certainly would, when they were slurped inside, the tip of something large, broad and long, snaked itself between her purple thighs.