The Sunset from Her Hand

~ IV ~

Enjoying Her Crotch

Those beautiful sprawling lips of gold had split apart from Twilight's feet, allowing them to slide across the softness inside—before pressing down over her waist. The sight must have been comical to any watching. Half of a purple, tiny girl sticking out from Sunset's mouth.

But that, of course, was the case. Twilight arched her back up out of fear, without any clue as to why the giant girl would now treat her like candy. A snack to play around with before slurping it back inside. Fear rose but for an instant—until the broad tip of a tongue prodded between her legs.

Twilight gasped. The giant green orbs staring down from above narrowed slightly in appreciation for the efforts below. In a mistake she had no clue of, Twilight wrapped her legs and clenched her thighs against the sides of the tongue. The tip now locked in the crux of her crotch.

And all it took was a single flick to make Twilight scream.

Oh yes. Her head thrown back and her mouth split apart in a scream beyond sensually sexual. The sensation hadn't been like anything before! The tip of the tongue pressed against the fibres of her white undies with ease. It pressed, hard, against her special spot. A teasing that was maddening.

The first time was harder when you're barely an inch tall.

But that tongue kept working against Twilight's clad-crotch. Making the fabric damp, its white a darker shade, wetness developing for at least two reasons. The tongue flicked. Every few seconds. Twilight conversing with the pleasure shuddering her body.

“Hmm-hmm?” Sunset's voice rumbled all around her, the lips and the interior of the mouth vibrating through Twilight's body. The tiny girl threw herself upward, hugging the swell of the upper lip as the harsh greatness wrecked her minuscule body. “Mmmm. Mmhmm. Mmmh!”

Sunset must have been a genius. Something close to that in terms of trickery. Using her voice to cast vibrations all over Twilight's little body, she then used the power of her lips to suck the little one in—leaving her head outside so she wouldn't be scared.

Twilight gasped. Only her head protruded from the lips. Her entire body submerged in the damp, moist, steaming warmth of the cavern past them. She tried rolling, the pleasure thrashing her body as her needy pussy pulsated for release.

And, as it would appear, that was exactly what Sunset was going to give her.

She'd suck her in only down to have the swells on Twilight's chest now caught in-between her lips, which pressed together and moved sideways, applying pressure and shifting Twilight's breasts around. Letting them flatten a little, building them with weight, sliding them around, playing with those mounds like her own hands could never accomplish.

Below, however, the tongue of destiny had decided to add on a bit more power to its efforts. Twilight's legs still straddled the living thing, squeezing against it tightly to express the shudders breaking through her body, feeling the wet softness flatten and press against her legs and bottom.

But the tongue, upon being squeezed again, instead shot forth, driving and diving itself in the nook between Twilight's legs. It pressed into her crotch and wrapped around her bottom, collecting all of it with ease. The tiny girl cried the giant's name out as tears dripped from her eyes at the sexual and suspenseful perfection destroying her body with apparent ease. It didn't help that Sunset seemed distracted while she pleasured her.

That this high, the height of sexualbliss, was caused by a girl mindlessly sucking and playing with candy while watching the TV or on the phone. If her brain hadn't been so awash with endorphins, Twilight would have remembered a story like this, one where a giant got a tiny off while watching TV.

Pretending not to pay that much attention was another get off point for Sunset.

Which probably explained while her hand had worked to down to her shirt.

The tongue continued driving itself into Twilight's pussy, the strength of the soft lips keeping her tucked in place. The pressure mounted on her cunt, her lips winking with an utter need to be pleased. The weight, the heat and wetness, all of it touched her down there, sure but that damn underwear was in the way of full contact!

Without a hint, the tongue backed and swept her right leg, turning Twilight onto her front, causing her chest to lay against the bottom lip while the upper one worked against her. Why had Sunset turned her? The answer revealed itself in the new view.

Those hands down the slope of the shirt had pressed through the sewer cover of a button through a slit in the fabric, allowing the colossal valley to come bursting out from its depths, the golden swell of breasts jiggling in their newfound freedom.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. Sunset can have me!

Despite her arms being locked by the weight of those long lips, Twilight found her elbows and hands could still move a little through the steam beyond them. They worked down her body over to her skirt, undoing it with the blindness of her fingers. She couldn't see it but felt it drop from her waist, down the pillars of gleaming teeth to whatever base laid far below.

The panties she tugged down to her ankles but couldn't get them past it. The tongue hovering inches before her feet, however, sensed a difference. It came over and tugged back on the material, sliding it down with ease.

One usually used hands to take off their partner's undergarments.

But Twilight and Sunset had always been a little unusual in their ways.

The tongue then snaked back in again.

And it was paradise.

Its tips crashed against the lips of her folds, burning them with the heat and lubricating them with pools of saliva. The bumps and ridges filled inside her cunt, slipping in and out, teasing and pleasing her pussy as the walls within clenched and quaked.

But her bottom had been left exposed as well. Those supple and purple cheeks curved to perfection, small but also tight, the perfect squish to the muscle beneath. Twilight had been bigger back at home, but here, her tush had been of the softer and smaller side.

Not that it made much of a difference at this size.

The giant tongue crashed down upon them just the same, collecting those lavender mounds and bunching them together, creating a tight valley between them before allowing them to wobble away in freedom. The pressure on the cheeks added to the total weight laid on Twilight's body.

It didn't help the view from beyond the lips, or rather below, filled the mental stimulation of sex. Those blurred hands far below crashed into the mountains of lemon while the tits of bubble-gum pink flew through the gaps of the fingers—which rolled and rubbed against the sensitive protrusions.

Sunset's fondling her chest while she's sucking me off in her mouth.

The thought in of itself was enough to let Twilight finish the job, to surrender herself to the giant, who had done so herself, trusting in the impulses of her body rather than the logic of her mind. Now wasn't the time for thinking as the week had been wasted away in doing so.

Now was the time for the two to enjoy themselves, each other, to the highest bliss obtainable.

Sunset had enjoyed the minuscule shifting from her lips, something small caught between them and rolling around, allowing something that usually felt small to now be large. It wasn't that Sunset always felt like a giant. Only that, when the tiny Twilight interacted with her body that those places suddenly felt monolithic to her in response.

Twilight made her feel bigger in more ways than one, it appeared.

But she'd never felt this lazily sexy before. Not with her so slumped on the couch, legs out and top undone, fondling her breasts. It wasn't that she got terrible stimulation from teasing herself upstairs. Oh no. The real kick-off was forcing the tiny girl inside her mouth to watch herself doing so.

In that perspective, Sunset couldn't get enough of her own body.

And wished Twilight would want the same after feeling little splashes on the taste buds on her tongue.

Despite her size, Twilight has some serious willpower to hold back that long after all of that.

Sunset decided to be gentle. She left the tip of her tongue between the purple thighs as they hugged it, letting the broadness keep underneath the orgasmic pussy, slowly licking it, drawing a little more buttery spurts with every go.

Like salted strawberries. Good taste. Not bad at all, Twilight Sparkle.

Sunset tasted for a few seconds longer, allowing her tongue to trace over every curve of the smaller girls. The length of legs and how plump they grew the further they went; the slender sweetness that was the curve of her crotch the taste of strawberries that was her cunt was met with the cushioning of her rear.

Could this go on forever? Shifting her bottom on the couch, Sunset pondered the possibility of leaving Twilight in her mouth, feeling her tiny feet run about while her tongue chased her, hands fondling her breasts while watching another sitcom on the screen.

Moans. Plenty of them. Quivers of pleasures breaking from beneath her skin. The plushness of her breasts, that dough of gold burned within her hands. Rarely had her fat breasts been so hot before. The heat casting hurt on those who held them.

Twilight finally stroked the fires on this one... let's see how she does with the result.

Cheeky. Sunset sat herself up a bit more proper for this. Slowly her lips lifted, becoming loose around the smaller body tucked between them. Its weight sliding forth and out, made slippery for a multitude of reasons.

There it came. The tiny hands of beating on her bottom lip while Sunset's tongue poked at the bottom of the wiggling feet within her cave. It was harsh but not harmful, worth the fall due to the place where Twilight will have fallen to.

Sunset looked down to see the dangling body of purple, the hand idly smacking and grabbing at her chin, the tiny seeing the same sight as Sunset. Those colossal melons were bigger than the sun and warmer than it too, the snug canyon between them now pulled apart, opening to the blur of taut, curved, lemon belly down below.

“Enjoy yourself!”

Twilight yelled upon entering the free fall as warm winds rushed against her. She turned her head to see the smiling face of the giant, growing hazier by the second, before settling back down on the chest set to be her demise.

Until they bunched together, tightly, planes of softness setting.

The impact felt like smacking into a mountain made of a waterbed, it impressing around the tiny body before shooting up, launching the small girl into the air. She landed again, bouncing a few times on the plushness before everything started to still.

“Lying down on the job?” The clicking of teeth echoed like approaching thunder while light reverberations quaked through the jiggly ground beneath Twilight. Her hands sprawled past her head, and upon lifting her face, she gasped. “You've been talking about wanting to be with my boobs again. They work hard for you. Carrying you around everywhere. Getting you off without my knowing.”

Twilight groaned. She pressed her hands against the silky lands, stumbling a few steps before finding her balance. With a shake of her head, the light touch of her long hair settled upon her shoulders. Turning, she gazed up at the distant face of the giant.

Sunset's face narrowed like a goddess piqued by insects. Behind her lips, it seemed her tongue played with something—like a hair suddenly being felt. Instead of a hair, however, the tip of the large, wet muscle poked out.

The minuscule skirt and panties, left behind, now found by her.

“Yuh awlso oawe meh fwer lwitterwing!” Sunset had smiled despite keeping her tongue out, holding apart her breasts once more. Down below, Twilight fell to her knees, gripping the land as the supple material filled into her palms. “Noaw we'wre gownna pwut wese alway! Yew dow teh swame!”

Upon rising once more, Twilight gazed to her side. The wall of yellow rose beyond the height of her eyes, the actual chest of Sunset. Then, something dropped from it, articles caught by the stream of wind. Twilight watched as her clothing had dropped from the air, floating between the open cleavage, on course with a place where her top was supposed to also go.

What sense was there in fighting to keep her clothes on? They nearly caught to flames from repressing the heat exhausting from her purple skin. No. Twilight had already pushed the buttons through her top as she walked, unsure of what would happen to her clothing, but not caring much for their fate as she approached the edge of the giant breast.

The answer was quickly revealed.

Through the valley nestled between the curve of the yellow orbs, the specks of clothing guided across the expanse of the slim belly, lowering beneath the brim and into a raised, dim cave. Barely any light reached inside as the murky darkness swallowed the dots of white.

Sunset had opened the top of her loose bottoms, not only revealing a neglected bra but the same true of the non-existent underwear below. Indeed the giant woman had gone commando for the sake of her own comfort.

Which would now also be for her own pleasure.

Twilight didn't feel any fear despite the change of events, but rather, excitement of where all of this was leading to. She'd already taken off her shirt and cast it over the edge of boob, undoing her own bra and feeling her individual mounds of taut purple now jostle into freedom.

And she held the material by the strap, over the edge, gazing up at those pools of green belonging to the golden cliff. With a smile, she let go.

“Aren't you a good girl? Don't you worry—your little clothing will be safe.” Sunset giggled from the power and the arousal surging from the current situation. “Isn't that weird to think? Your clothes will be safer inside my own? Of course, if you want them back, you'll have to get them.”

Twilight smiled. “Act as big as you want, Sunset. Think you're powering stuffing me down the front of your bottoms? That may make you feel like a giant, that you're in control—but don't forget how small I can make you feel from being down there.”

Sunset chuckled from afar, like when she'd been a villain, though now she was anything but. The sins of her past at least allowed for her to enact decent foreplay. “So your plan is to show me how powerful you are trapped against my pussy from the inside the crotch of my PJ's? Sometimes, I wonder how I was ever defeated by you.”

“Because you always suspect you'll win—until the last second.”

“That so?” Sunset's face darkened while her expression transitioned into some sexually sinister. Without warning, the ground of boob shook as it was dropped, coming to jiggle itself back into foundation. “Then I guess it's time for a change of tactics then, hey?”

Something grabbed at her waist. Twilight had been trying to keep herself standing while the ground shook, unaware of the pair of long fingers that hovered behind her—snatching her hips into the air without sound nor struggle.

“There's one part of my body you haven't explored yet,” Sunset said as her face floated into view, far below, like the view of a pool from the top of a house. “Even though my boobs are able to consume you, there's this silly notion you have that you can take my body on.” The giant laughed while she moved, the staggering height of her structure turning, lowering, like an apartment building falling on a city made of cushions. “Though you'll find there's a bit more shame being stuck in this place rather than my chest.”

There wasn't a need to be told where all of this was going. Not when the giant made sure to keep the tiny held above her head, Twilight seeing across the expanse of her covered back to its bottom. There, two cheeks rose against the lax fabric, their perfect design lazily outlined.

“It's one thing to have my tits pushing against you—but to be caught by my butt?” Sunset shook her head, forests of burning hair swaying through the air like ships made of strands. The clicking of her teeth, although pretend, was mind-bogglingly arousing. “Let's just say there's going to be a different kind of delight knowing the great and mighty Twilight Sparkle is caught between my clenching cheeks.”

Twilight crossed her arms while the finger swept her in closer to the side of the monolithic face, seeing her near moody reflection in their gloss of the round eyes. Of course, she was playing a part too, one nearly broken by the burning thin streams starting from her crotch and burning across her thighs.

“So what? That's your evil plan? Tossing me in the back of your pants?”

“As though I would be so simple, Twilight Sparkle! Our fight isn't about how easily I could crush you, trap you, or anything like that!” Sunset smiled wide with peeks of white glinting from in-between her lips. “What fun is there throwing you back there myself? I already hold your life in my hands—out battle is of a different sort!”

“That so?” Twilight's arms dropped to her sides as her breasts wobbled into freedom, the bright pink capping them nearly unseeable to the giant—who narrowed her eyes just for the sight. “Then what is it you're trying to prove, Sunset?”

“That I don't even need the conscious effort to defeat you! Despite the difference in our sizes, there must be a way to make our fight fair!”

“How noble of you!” Twilight mocked. “So what? You only have honour when it comes to sex?”

“Honour is needed to make things fair, for, if they're not—then games become awfully boring. “ Twilight yelped. The fingers swirled her around the mass of the head, the side of the body rising to allow the long arm to move freely across the lane of slightly twisted back. “And boring, Twilight Sparkle, is rarely ever sexy.”

Landing on the ground had been a bit harder than before. The thin material of the shirt supplemented the skin beneath it—though there hadn't been the same squish that those wonderful breasts had.

At least, when Twilight rose from the middle of the field, she had landed close to something like them.

In the distance was where the twin mountains rose, their shape slender and their curve gentle, more so long and rolling hills somehow made into mountains. The pyjamas covered them with cotton, though the ultra-thin clung rather than added to those amazing flanks.

“I've seen you checking out my ass before,” Sunset's voice echoed from far beyond the great lane of back behind Twilight. She already knew that giant head so many vistas away was turned, looking over the shoulder and down at her. “So I hope you enjoy getting real close with it. Are you ready for the rules of the game?”

No response could be given, a problem neither girl had, thankfully.

“Great! Let's get the way open for you then, okay?” From high above two fingers flew in, diving across the curve of the spine until their tips slipped inside underneath the waistband. Slowly, they lifted, exposing the darkness of the expansive cave to slight sunlight. “If you can make the trek across my ass, survive the fall across my bottoms, find your clothes on my crotch and escape past my waistband with them on—then I will submit to anyone you request of me.”

Then came the heavy giggles full of cheeky delight.

“But if you fail to escape—then you won't be escaping from down there for quite some time.” Sunset had finished laughing, instead, wiggling her bottom. From inside the pants, beneath the canopy of fabric high above, the twin cheeks of butter wobbled in tantalizing jiggles. “All I can use against you is my buuuuutt! Surely, you can take on a girl's ass with ease, right?”

Twilight Sparkle. Game or not. Friend or foe. Before her laid the vast expanse of nothing but tush, cheeks made of butter, a warm gust sweeping from inside the back of those bottoms. A woman's scent. The creation of her skin mixed with a place far more intimate.

The tiny girl didn't know when she had walked underneath the wide waistband held out to the sky, only that she had entered the bottom of another girl, soon to be trapped with cheeks which she could disappear in-between with ease.

And that she didn't mind any of these facts at all.

The sweeping wind came from the impact, of the fingers having slid away from the waistband, allowing it to slam and cling to the expanse of lower back. The gust of current, unknown to most, able to be felt only by one small enough.

Twilight stumbled forward while the hardness of land gave way to a rising softness, a squishiness in development. Two supple cheeks made of gold and butter rose beyond the tilting back of her head, reaching the height of the sky.

That, of course, made from the cotton of a pair of pyjama bottoms.

“What's the matter, Twilight? I don't feel you crawling all over my butt—don't tell me the waistband caught you on the way down.” Sunset Shimmer's voice echoed through the fibres that comprised of Twilight's current world. Of course she'd be teasing. “Y'know, I'm kinda getting drunk on how I have a teeny-tiny girl caught down the back of my pants. How does my ass look from down there?”

No sense in falling for the giant's words, but... how to proceed? Twilight gaze up the climbing cheeks to their heights far above. Lands of fabric-covered them, sure, but they more so laid on them rather than pressed against the skin. So reaching their top meant it would be a wobbly walk across to the other side.

But Twilight doubted Sunset would play so fair.

There was a reason they were here, like this, and it was simple. Sunset wanted to her big tush to play with a tiny girl. No sense in avoiding that fact. But now a game had been introduced, and when those happened, Twilight rarely lost.

But it was hard walking in the dim landscape, the only light filtering through the cotton inside, making it hard to see. The cleft of Sunset's rump had been broad enough for someone small to sneak across.

No matter what, going through the crack was the only way, what both of them craved—only one of them would be aware enough to indulge in this fact. There had been a bit of climbing on the right cheek, more sinking than rising, but enough to gain height in the sweet divide between them.

“Deciding to finally enjoy my ass, huh? How does it feel knowing all of you is required to climb only a part of me? My butt is your whole world right now, but to me, you're nothing more than a tickle.” Sunset was clearly getting drunk off herself, a wobble to her hips, those cheeks following suit. Twilight held tight while she climbed, enduring every jostle and jiggle. “I could sit my fat tush on your right now and watch a movie and be none the wiser? How would you like that? Sat on by me while I went on without a clue?”

Perfect. Twilight grinned to herself as the giant lost herself. She'd been counting on Sunset losing herself to repressed fantasies as she dived from the thickest curve of the cheek right into the dusky canyon, feeling the in-ward curve of both flanks catch her. The difference of tickling would be lost on a mind too focused on perverted fantasies rather than the pleasurable reality.

It'd been snug. Twilight didn't so much walk as crawl. The cheeks joined together, snugly enough, to create a long line with the tiniest slit. But it wasn't solid grounding—to Sunset's credit. Rather too much pressure and one would fall through. Trapped at the depths of a bountiful crack to a girl's ass—all while she rambled about such a thing happening.

“Y'know, T-Twilight, I'm getting more and more off to the idea of you being caught by my rump!” Those mighty hips were shifting on their own, sideways, causing the rolling cheeks to sway. Instead of knocking the little one-off, they simply swept over her, pressing tightly on her frame for seconds at a time. “Nice panties, big and pink, keeping you snug.”

Twilight groaned. Her own legs quivered at the words while heat rose between them. It had been a few minutes since she came—but the lust of being stuffed down some pants, caught between some towering cheeks while that scent, lightly smelling musk and lavenders, slowed her mind into a state of pleasure.

“You'd be splayed against one of my cheeks while I walked, you being lifted and dropped, but mostly kept in place.” Sunset laughed and laughed as she enjoyed shaking her own ass, knowing the tiny inside was she desolated by something like her cheeks. So humiliating. Yet it made it her feel so powerful. “Though you could always escape between them! Caught by a crack! Snug and having them roll over you. Sent deeper every time.”

Almost there! Twilight had reached the middle of the buttery canon as those cheeks rose their highest, curving smoothly downward as it continued forward. The closest hint their affair was almost over. She nearly had it!”

“But even if you managed to sneak away by stuffing yourself inside my crack, I could still clench my bottom—like this!” Suddenly, the wobbly walls closed in, jiggling then slamming into each other. The vice grip of ass locked Twilight in place. “W-Wait a second! You sneaky girl! You dived into my crack from the start? And here you were looking to avoid being beaten by my ass!”

The walls caused mostly darkness, although, despite the mass of ass, the overpowering softness didn't so much crush Twilight as simply flatten around her. The muscles beneath the fat ensured everything kept locked, but thankfully, Sunset's rump worked against her.

There was enough jiggle to her cheeks to allow Twilight to crawl through, the softness being slipped through by the tiny body. Sunset must have sensed this, of the small girl crawling to the clenched crack for the cheeks parted away at once.

“Think you're clever, do you? Having to hide away inside the butt of another girl to escape being harmed by her? Yeah right! You had to throw yourself at the very thing dominating your world right now.” Sunset laughed as she clenched, clapping her cheeks together and smacking Twilight with softness—before letting them fall away once more. “But hiding away in my crack only shows how desperate you are! Needing to hide away there to escape the whole of my butt. Don't you feel humiliated at all?”

Twilight didn't, even as the staggering cheeks kept wobbling away only to fly into her sides. She reached their base, where cheek slowly became thigh. Near the end of the slide, the back of the pants opened—a hole torn revealing the light of the outside world.

Legs sprawled out into the vast horizon, golden blurs that were feet marked by it. There wasn't much time to enjoy the gush of fresh air for her lungs had already been drunk on Sunset's scent. Not only that, but it wafted stronger from below.

Taking the risk, after the walls of cushion fell to the sides, Twilight stood up and leaped out from the large tush—flying into the curved wall of cotton that sloped ever downward. The slide was soft but sudden, gaining in speed but not to incredible velocity. There was hardly an indent around the smaller girl as the curved ground leg her away from the butt that pulled her present world taut.

“Ack! It seems like you've made it out from my behind, Twilight Sparkle!” The voice followed Twilight through the cotton walls of her world, always around her but never seen, coming from somewhere but nowhere that could be seen. “But don't you worry. You'll be the victim of my butt again sometime soon. But for now, however, you're going to have something new to worry about.”

The soft coarseness of the ground changed against Twilight's skin. What had once been slightly rough now felt damp with a growing slickness the further the tiny body slid. High above, the mass of the cheeks faded from view as the structure of the giant slowly began.

And the sunny sky now became something horrifyingly new.

Sunset's vast crotch comprised the view above, the end of the thighs joining to the crux in-between them, the smooth slope appealing to the eyes. But as Twilight slowly came to a slow, she did so splashing into a puddle.

A puddle, rich in smell and texture, reeking of sex, smoking of Sunset. Twilight rose from the center to the new dome created underneath the body of the giant, feeling her own body heavier, weighed down by the collected juices across her purple skin.

“Going to guess you made it underneath my crotch by now, hey, purple speck?” Sunset giggled while her hips jerked, forward and back, the plane of yellow land moving in such a scale nearly incomprehensible to the eye. “Inside the crotch of my pants, right below my pussy. Guess you don't see your clothes anywhere down there, do ya?”

Twilight gazed across the vast ground of cotton only to see it void of any of her own. Without a doubt, they'd fallen inside of here. So where had they gone? Tilting back her head to gaze at the space that was Sunset's crotch—the answer became clear.

“The truth is that I've been wet ever since this began,” Sunset laughed with the words, knowing how all of this must have looked to the tiny girl caught in her pants. She kept flicking her monolithic hips with a power freighting to the small one caught beneath them. “I knew the moment they fell in there, with a bit of shifting with my groin, that I could get them caught to my lips.”

There they were. On the exposed folds peeking out from between the heavenly mounds. They were delicious as the sight they tucked inside. The gaping hole below peeking toward greatness, the clenching walls within.

“Even though I'm lying down on my front, my crotch is still a bit too high for you, isn't it?” The ground lifted. Twilight stumbled in place, yelping while something snaked beneath the bottom of the cotton. The shape of a hand lifting the surface into something substantial. “Don't worry. To me, it's not like you're even here. And usually, when it's late at night and I'm craving something more than just my fingers—I like to dry-hump my hand until the job is done.”

Twilight fell onto her own ass while the hand beneath caught her right on its center. High above, the sky of crotch adjusted to the change of conditions. The sprawling pussy hovered right over her. Doughy and warm, leaking and steamy, snug and alone.

All of these things, and because of her.

Then the crotch fell at once. The first thing to make contact were the folds, the soft skin collecting Twilight in-between them. She'd raise her hands as if that would stop the impact, the size of the pussy totally rolling over her, obscuring the possibility of any sight of her. When the giant cunt had pulled away, however, all that remained in the first contact were even bigger juices.

“Ack!” Twilight cried upon being caught by the tight folds, feeling the wrinkled skin hugging her sides, merely shifting when she turned and struggled, never pulling away. The thickness of the juices glued her body to the skin. “N-No fair!”

“Nnngnnh!” came the derpy moan of the giant girl. “Mashing a tiny Twilight between my hand and pussy... mmhmmm... caught by my cunt while I fuck my palm... humping her with the full weight of my giant hips... nnhnnngh!”

Each smack downward bore the full force of a thrust from a giant, that great groin fucking Twilight as the warmth of the air melted at her skin. Too much. The richness of the musk, the sweet nectar unique to Sunset corrupted her mind. Here she was, caught within the pussy of her love, while she masturbated, humping her crotch in the outside world.

There was a trick of fate to be had, however, in the closing seconds.

Sunset quickly became greedy with her accumulation of pleasure, drooping her pussy firmly against her hand, knowing another to be stuck by the pressure of two landmarks pressing together, and started to grind. Slow rolls upward to milk the bliss of a wiggly girl caught by her lips.

But the force of the titan slowly pushed Twilight upward, across the slit to its top, where the engorged clit quivered in its exposure. The mark Sunset had been trying to hit but now always seemed to miss. It was here where tiny was able to gain control over the giant—and so too would it happen again.

Twilight groaned, arching her back into the air, feeling the bindings of thick cum losing their hold on her limbs. Finally, her body became free. Hugged still by the slick folds, Twilight turned and started to crawl, the ground below her blurring, the outside world on a whirl, the hips arching back and forth like being on a swinging pirate ship ride.

It took only a few moments longer to reach the quivering ball of dense stimulants, quickly hopping up to it, swinging her legs and arms around it, hugging it for support while the giant rode out her pleasure. Twilight much soon did the same back to the giant.

Oh yes. With the softness of her chest and the plushness of her ass resting on the trembling ball of pleasure, Twilight kissed its surface, stroking her hands across its curve and, most importantly of all, flicking her own crotch against the most sensitive part of the woman.

“Nggnack! Y-You... you reached... mmhmmnnn... t-there!”

Twilight giggled to herself upon imagining the face of her giant lover, ensuring she flicked her hips at the same time as Sunset. They weren't the same size, so of course, this was more so assisted masturbation than it was sex. But by doing this. Of both girls humping the other at the same time—it evoked the feeling of connection, of becoming one all the same.

After all their games, the teasing and the journey, both reached their ends.

For Twilight, it was having the radiating hardness to press her pussy against, to split her fold a little and have that vibrating rockiness beat against her cunt. To know she was inside the pants and crotch of another girl, clinging to her clit, fucking it like she would another woman.

And Sunset worked at her own pussy just the same, the relief added by the knowledge and effort of the girl trapped by her groin. How her pulsating little bundle of nerves had a full tiny clinging to it, humping it in tandem to her thrusts. That spice sprinkled atop the fire causing the volcano to blow.

Twilight was the first to let loose, hugging the clit tightly even to the point of biting to express the shudders quaking her body, feeling the small jerk of her hips sputter forth splashes of her essence. She came, screaming, expelling all the wonderful gooey goodness from her crotch.

And Sunset was much the same as she pressed down against her hand, hard, causing the lax and curved walls to suddenly become taut from the pressure. The world tightened as the walls came closer together, and the waterfall of femcum came gushing forth from the bottom of the dam far below.

Then, after a few seconds, all filled with heaving from both parties—the world shifted. Sunset had rolled onto her back, propping herself in the cushioned armrest of the couch. From there, she gazed down her body, smiling at the spreading wet spot from the center of her crotch.

Opening the front of her pyjama bottoms might as well have been the same as opening the doors to a steam room. Heat escaped at once, a humid warmth felt on the skin of her fingers. Gazing inward, the tugged open world was dark, made damp by her cunt.

Although one sight was easily seen.

It was of the tiny girl laid against her exposed clit, passed out with her head on it, wrecked from the long day, the weighty confessions, and the odyssey of exploring her body. It was safe and snug, moist and warm inside her crotch.

“I did say you'd have to stay there if you lost.” Sunset smiled as she slowly lowered the brim of her pants, not wanting to wake the tiny from her sleep. Having another girl use her pussy as a bed was enough to send those hands back to her sensitive breasts. “But from the looks of it—you don't mind staying down there at all, do you?”

And so that was how the night left the pair, one sleeping and the other about to, together in a strange way, connected for a little while longer. Their relationship now formed and their kinks exposed, all that remained was how the two would enjoy the world as they were now.