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                 The Sunset from Her Hand                  
                         -by B_25-                         
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                   I - Trusting Her Hand                   
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I - Trusting Her Hand
The Sunset from Her Hand  
B_25 & Judoon
Twilight knew there was nothing to fear because she had done everything right. The magical theorem of dimensional cross transition, succeeded upon countless months of endless study of quantum physics, all of which relatively reflective of the magical output of energy from the moon, in its every lunar stage and angle, permitting the answer, the ideal frequency to open the portal to the other world without the need of celestial intervention.
Twilight's muzzle had been shoved into one too many books, eyes closed and mouth open, to drool on so many pages to waste the answer she'd come to. Not now. Shaking her head before the crystal portal, the tip of her horn charged with swelling magic. Her legs trembled. Not from the power of the spell but from the fear surging in her heart.
She got everything right, and this would be no different, but as crystal softened into liquid transparency—something felt wrong. Not the math, or the output of magic tunnelling into the portal. But rather, the act of interfering with something natural, celestial, and taking its power and the course into her own hooves.
But such things always felt wrong to the first pony to succeed them. Even still, however, this line of guilt differed from any other feeling.
“Enough,” Twilight whispered beneath her breath, the weight of the spell, now, like a stone weighing down the back of her neck—one fought to lift her head against. She stood tall before the portal, putting a hoof forward, its clop louder than the low sizzle of magic. “Indecisiveness kills genius. You've already fought to go through with this. No point in quitting now!”
Because more than that. Then the fear of doing something wrong, the dread of all going dead—that rising torrent of detrimental uncertainty didn't matter, however, when compared welling desire to see Sunset again. To see that girl, hold her hand, talk and play and hang out again. She missed her. A heartbeat skipped whenever she thought about her.
And the bright and burning desire to see Sunset again pushed Twilight through the whipping winds of the portal, each step forward like climbing the peak of the tallest mountain, everything, nature itself, trying to push her back, keep her down, prevent her from doing the very thing she struggled to even do with her own hooves.
Twilight stepped through the crystal portal, alone, all to see her friend.
As if things ever went simple, or normal, for Twilight.
An explosion of brightness flashed into Twilight's gaze upon fluttering her eyes, seeing, after a few more blinks, the upside-down view of the base of the portal—to the statue, high, all so high above, where the clouds were supposed to be loom.
Something isn't right here.
Twilight rubbed a hand over her eyes, blinking them again only to see the same sight. Things look bigger and different when viewed upside down, sure, but the mass of the statue reminded Twilight more of an apartment building than block decor.
She had made it to the other side, alive and in one piece, but she couldn't fight the inward-swelling sensation in her stomach of something gone horribly wrong. The excitement of travelling between worlds with the use of her own magic, rather than celestial events, faded away when the world felt too big around her.
It was only when Twilight sat up from her spot on the ground, of course, that she realized exactly what had gone wrong. For when her miniature body sat up from the pavement, she first noted how she barely came above it—the crack in stone ahead running wider than any river she'd seen in her life.
Or, in whipping her head in every conceivable direction with quickening fear, how the once small patches of grass across the sidewalk were now jungles, sprawling off into the tremendous and blurry distance, the trimmed spades of green towering like trees.
Twilight gulped, swung her legs together, realizing with fear, a wobbling of her frame that she sat only an inch tall. Looking off into the faraway distance, the front of the school loomed greater than a country—the comprehension of its size slowly killing Twilight on the inside.
The ground then shook.
Rumbles of stomping feet quaked the pavement, rocking the little world around Twilight. At once, she tried curling into herself out of the overwhelming fear of the staggering size of every little thing around her. But once the voice of the oncoming giant spoke, both its sound and its words calmed her heart if only by a little.
“Twilight! You here purple girl?” The smooth front of black heels stomped into the pavement with the force of a meteorite, a current blasting from underneath its soles. Twilight's hair whipped back from the impact. “Not seeing her. She said this time exactly. And she’s not the kind of gal to be tardy either. Not… good.”
Twilight craned her neck, over the field that was the front of the black heel, to the towering pillar otherwise known as Sunset’s ankle. It was covered in a white sock, something tall enough to be a well—something Twilight feared getting tossed inside and lost within.
But up her gaze went anyway. Up across the long, lemon legs that burned Twilight’s purple cheeks—until she saw something she shouldn't have.
The round underside of a velvet skirt danced around above, its hem made of a dense velvet, the sheer of which reminded Twilight almost of a veil. But her attention wasn't placed on that. Oh no. What caught her eyes, much to the shame that laid behind them, was what lurked in the dim shadows tucked beneath the skirt.
The dark, black, tight panties.
Twilight couldn't help her eyes, the glorious perversion warming between her own legs. She knew long ago that she was bi, that tanned yellow thighs made her mind feel alright… but to see the underside of Sunset so close, so big, a landscape of sexual perfection coated and covered with dense, silk fabric of the finest panties money could buy—it hugging Sunset's bottom perfectly.
Of course, however, her eyes forcibly drew back before the skirt. Watching how it sprawled upward, the fabric billowing in the air almost like a blimp to the smallest sways of the giant's body. Her eyes went up, and up, to the starting of the purple shirt, the black leather jacket that fitted Sunset alone—and the plump, rolling hills of tanned yellow pressing out against the fabric, stretching it and defining its roundness against the material—warm, delicious, supple things.
And then her eyes went up further still. Twilight fell further back on her butt, feeling her own skirt rise while her white panty-clad bottom crashed into the pavement. Vines. Dense strands of red and yellow, twirled as they cascaded down, a stream of luscious hair that's presence radiated warmth to the eyes.
And there, much to Twilight's fear, the oceans of lime, two eyes glowing bright, gazing down at the inch of space she covered on the ground. The massive face, covered in haze by the sheer distance between saw her. The giant eyebrows rising and the massive jaw dropping.
Sunset browsed the possible ideas her and Twilight could do before she arrived. It would take some marketing to convince the purple girl to ride on the back of her bike. Outright selling to see a scary movie. But when Sunset finally reached the spot where the book had instructed as the meeting spot only to find nothing.
Her head dropped in disappointed, though those thoughts and plans faded from her mind for a different reason.
For Sunset’s eyes eyes filled with a tiny Twilight Sparkle.
She wasn't sure what she saw at first. A few blinks confirmed something small and lavender laid before the front of her shoe. It reminded her of a bug, and at once, she was thankful stepping on insects wasn't a pastime of hers. But even still, dealing with this lavender bug at almost frozen her on the spot.
“T-Twilight? Is that... can you... is that you?” Sunset shook her head. How the hell was she going to talk or hear Twilight from all the way up here? She bent her legs forward and bent down, hovering over the place where the tiny Twilight sat. “No way... it really is you! And you made it through the portal too!”
But Twilight continued to lie on her back, not staring up at her, but rather, lower on her giant body. Sunset scrunched her eyes. What was Twilight looking at? A glance down showed how the underside of her skirt was wholly exposed to the tiny girl.
And how her panties rode into her crotch.
“Er, sorry for the view. It’s not... intentional.” Sunset blinked. Just how did she look to Twilight? A leviathan of a person, squatting her frame over Twi’s minuscule body, the interior of her skirt now a dark theatre, the wall of crotch the screen. “So you made it through! Guess that means your equation to supplement celestial energy with pseudo-celestial rays and magical output matched the same connotations of the real thing. B-But, if that's the case, then why... are you so small?”
Twilight seemed to be shouting something up at her, or, at least, when Sunset squinted her eyes she could see Twilight's mouth moving. But the words blew like miniscule squeaks. Going shorter than a second and unheard by the untrained ear.
How long do you plan on keeping the poor girl on the ground, Sunset?
“O-One second!” Sunset giggled awkwardly to herself. “Let's get you up from the sidewalk.”
Sunset pressed the back of her hand against the chilly pavement. How cold must it have been for Twilight? The little Twi stood at once, sauntering to the side of her cupped hand—like one walking around a sleeping lion. Why was she so scared? Scratch that. A giant world would be scary to anyone.
But when Twilight came to the side of her hand, she threw herself against it, sinking into the plush skin, tickling the spot with her pitiful jumping. “Hold on just a sec. I'm going to pick you up.” Lowering her other hand, her fingers pinched at the tiny girl's waist, so small and so tight, shivering Sunset's own hips with tingly delight. “And there you go!”
She dropped Twilight into the palm of her hand, which she slowly rose up, wondering how it all must have looked to Twilight. To ride an elevator up to a massive woman, each section of her body but a mere floor to the tiny. Easy with those thoughts. You're not on the internet.
Even though Sunset had to raise the tiny girl past the exposure of her skirt, the playful side of her still brought her up to her chest. Glancing down, her breasts weren't the biggest around—but they also weren't the smallest. They filled her shirt out perfectly, stretching the fabric to accentuate their roundness.
Holding Twilight before her tanned mountains, though not the greatest of ideas, was one that kept the tingles of her crotch at bay for a few seconds more. Sunset sighed as her mind filled with ideas not made to be had outside. Be worried for your friend! She's shrunk after getting through the portal—why aren't you more confused and concerned!
“Ugh. You... don't know how glad I am to see you.” The tiny Twilight stumbled around in her palm. Sudden vertigo probably wasn't kind to her stomach. “I-I made it! And on time too!”
Sunset chuckled—the release of air nearly blasting Twilight back a step on her palm. “But not quite the size you were expecting?”
“Can't say I intended to figure out how to reduce the size of an individual while I was at it.” Twilight finally did fall onto her butt, the minuscule shifting of softness caressing the inch of skin underneath. Sunset suppressed a shiver. The feeling of the tiny ass, supplement by smooth, white panties was nearly too much.
“Two great achievements for one.” Twilight then sighed. “And I can't even be proud of either one.”
“At least you made it to the other side.” Sunset lowered her eyes, softened her expression, and slowed her breathing. With a genuine smile, she nodded her head. “You made it to me, at least. We can figure out what happened and how to fix it back at my place.” She gave the small girl an even smaller laugh. “Trust me when I say you're in good hands!”
Twilight lowered her head at that, closing her eyes, unable to suppress her own bout of laughter. “Guess you've got me there.” Placing her tiny hands on the expanse of smooth skin, she stood back up in place. Then, she glanced over her shoulder at the statue. “But with my magic reduced with my size, there's nothing I can do about the portal.”
Sunset shook her head. “Nothing you can do about it now. But think about it. How long did you tell everyone back home you'd be gone for.”
Twilight looked back at her, so small and seeming helpless, swinging one leg behind the other, keeping her cute little face lowered. “A week, most likely. Two at the latest.”
“That's time we were going to spend hanging anyways, so nothing's changed then, right?” Sunset stood back up in place, keeping her ascent as slow as possible, making sure she didn't knock her small friend off balance. “We can work something out until then. Everything's going to be fine! Trust.”
It took a few moments, but the small girl started to lose some of her fear, slowly nodding her head. “Trust, I guess.”
Sunset smiled while leaning her hips to the left, a wave of dread washing over her expression. “Now, with that out of the way, our next problem is finding out a way to sneak you back home.” She gestured her other hand down her body. “Not like any of these have pockets—or ones too tight to trust you in.” She closed her eyes and shook her head, the bounces of her hair like flying wrecking balls to the tiny. “Curse me and my dress sense, hey?”
Twilight laughed, the hollow kind, and offered nothing more.
But those dirty thoughts quickly returned. Sunset took a moment to appreciate the tiny, lavender girl standing tall in her palm. Her internet history, the kind always wiped once she was done, flashed into her mind.
If Sunset didn't have anything on her clothing to put the tiny Twilight, then why not place her inside her dress! It would be a hard sell, sure, but she was good with her words. Hey, Twilight! We can't chance anyone else finding you small, or you slipping out and away from me, so why don't we keep you as close to my body as possible.
Sunset struggled to keep her eyes from clenching as the fantasy continued in her mind.
It may seem a little weird, but how would you like to go inside of my panties? Of course, there's not much space in there because I like to wear them tight—but my cheeks are really soft, and you would fit perfectly between them! Of course, they may rub all over you when I walk. And it's going to get super squishy in there if I sit down—but at least you'll be close to me, and you can't get out even if you tried.
Sunset had to fight the darker version of herself. She loved feeling like a giant, browsed image boards of tinies being forced into all the places where she would like to fit them the most. Never did she have these kinds of thoughts about Twilight. But also never did Twilight exist at an inch tall before.
But if you don't like that, and you want to be even closer to me, then why not stay at my crotch? Of course, you would be bound against my mounds with most of your body wedged into my cunny... but worst case, you can just go inside my pussy, go inside of me, and you can move and play and be safe while I go about my day!
Sunset had to fight herself. To defeat the urge to take her tiny friend, one whom she loved and owed so much, from opening the front of her skirt, holding out her panties, and tossing the small girl into the world dominated by her sunny crotch. To not split her lips and stick her in, dominating her saviour with the depths of her fantastic pussy.
“U-Um, Sunset?” The squeaking from down in her hand broke away those thoughts, causing her eyes to settle on the small one who stood upon it. Twilight's arms reached up into the air—as if that would catch the giant's attention better. “I think I might have found a way for you to carry me around safely.”
Sunset struggled not to squeak when she spoke next, “H-How do you mean, Twilight?”
“Well, when I was here next time, I noticed that the girls here, you know, tend to stuff things down their... shirts, when they're not using them.” At once, she blinked, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her face. “Like phones and small stuff like that. Or, at least, I think that's a thing here.”
Had this small girl just given Sunset permission to stuff her down her chest? Glancing down at her chest, even she could admire her cleavage spilling upward out of the collar of her shirt. The rollings tops of her smooth slopes, a buoyancy she was more than proud of.
She could picture it, too, the inch tall girl running across the field that was the round top of her breast—feeling the itty-bitty stomping of feet sinking into her softness, letting them both experience how full her boobs were.
“I guess that is something girls do nowadays.” Not with tiny girls that they then smother with two, big, round fat tits, smushing them and rubbing them deeper into their cleavage until only their heads are popping out—which a single press of an index finger will send them tumbling into the depths of their chest. “You'll be tucked in there tightly enough that you won't be slipping out anytime soon, which is one less worry for us. Plus, it'll be soft, so it's not the end of the world if I run into something.”
Twilight beaned up at those words. “My thoughts exactly!”
Sunset couldn't think of a response. She'd already come too far to let the little Twilight know how much wrong was with her idea. She wasn't from around here. How was Twilight supposed to know that a girl's chest... was more sexual in nature? Giving herself away now would only make things more complicated and awkward. Just go with it, Sunset, and try not to enjoy yourself too much.
She brought her other hand to her chest, pinching the front collar of her shirt, pulling it back and nearly moaning as she did so. Her bunched together breasts at once spilled forward in sweet freedom, the pressure against them released, a welling she put on for wandering eyes.
How would it feel to have Twilight down there? Sunset wasn't wearing a bra right now, and as she gazed into the dim darkness of her top, of the space she created by holding back the purple fabric dam of her shirt, she wondered—if she placed the tiny Twilight at the front of her shirt, right in the center where her erect tit was ready to stab back into... how would that feel?
Knowing another was pinned, deep inside her shirt, smothered by her chest and plastered by something like her tiny tits. Ooooh. Twilight's tiny body could wrap around her nipple, chest and belly against it, legs wrapped around it, clinging to her tit, which would keep her safe from the overwhelming weight of her boobs.
Now is not the time!
“Guess we've reached the second problem now.” Sunset brought the hand with Twilight on it closer to the open exposure of her chest, inches above it, the field of boobies wider than what the little girl could see. Vast and capped only by the dam of her shirt, the black leather of her jack blurry in the distance. Her throat was the only thing rising up from the place.
The little one was now too close to be able to look up at her face.
“You can jump in there yourself if you like.” Sunset fought back a cough and a blush. “Or I, er, could tuck you in there myself.”
Twilight stared over the edge of her palm to the open field of breasts below, the staggering distance between seeming like it forced her back a step. Even still, she kept gazing over the hand, drawn to Sunset's breasts—but without quite knowing why.
“Your, um, c-chest still feels a bit too far away for comfort.” Even as she was speaking, she was staring down at the valley that's soft hills sloped inward, her foot being drawn closer toward it, almost subconsciously. “You can tuck me in there yourself. Much safer that way.”
Unless I stuff you down my chest, deep into my cleave, enjoy the feeling of a pebble being rubbed between my big fat tits.
“C-Couldn't agree more, Twilight” Crap. A bit too much excitement for merely offering to carry a friend around. But there wasn't much sense in drowning in it. Instead, she hovered her hand over her tugged open collar, lowering the back of her hand until it touched down until the plush skin welled up against it—then she sunk into it slightly for effect.
Twilight, for her part, stood on the palm longer than she was supposed to. For her, it looked like she had set down on an alien planet—planets, two of them, in fact. When she finally did come to the side of the hand, sitting down on its edge and slipping off, she fell only a foot or so—landing into the softness of the boob, which she sunk slightly into, until it welled back up.
Sunset did her best not to stare at the tiny girl lying atop her right breast, how her body sunk into the plushness, how the tickle in her most sensitive place beckoned for her to rub or scratch the area. Twilight was lying on her enormous big boob while the giant gazed at her below from her perch.
“It's not actually going to be safe for you to be... there.” Sunset lowered her index finger to behind Twilight, nudging her slightly to the crack between her breasts, enjoying how easily she could boss and push the little one. “My girls tend to jiggle when I walk. Didn't feel like wearing a bra today. So when I said I was going to have to tuck you in...”
The towering finger at her back made Twilight rise to her feet quickly, sliding across the smooth surface as it subtly dived inward. On the other side of the expanse of chest, the other jiggly orb curved inward as well—a crevice between them running further into the distance than any river.
Exactly the place where she was supposed to be.
“A-Alright! I'll, um, put my legs in myself if that's okay.” Twilight reached the slope of the breast where it curved at its greats, coming to sit down on the softness as it then welled up around here, feeling like she was the top of some slide. “That's if I can make it down safely enough.”
Above, Sunset couldn't help but whip her head around, worried that others may be close. How would it look to them to watch a big girl have a tiny one stuck atop her chest, struggling to slide down her right breast as if it were some sort of slide? They were too round for their own good, beyond full and incredibly plush, a perfection of boob that was starting to become a crime in its own right.
But when Sunset started into the happenings in the valley of her cleavage, she nearly stumbled at watching and feeling the miniature girl slide down the slope of her right breast—becoming caught in the tight crack between her two orbs, her legs slipping in and becoming locked by the tight softness. She came down to her own chest as well, her tiny hands able to rest on the sides of Sunset's jugs.
She was tightly locked in to her cleavage, her top loose enough that she could wiggle around and place her arms where she pleased, while her legs were hugged tightly enough by the sides of Sunset's round orbs that, even as the boobs jostled with the giant's steps, she kept secure even as the two planets of softness jumped up over her.
Sunset, for her part, struggled to keep herself in check as she walked home. The moment she left her collar snap back over her breasts, she felt her boobs bunch up at once, a minuscule 'ooof' erupting from the innermost part of her cleavage.
The tiny Twilight received the tightest hug her boobs could give, rubbing and bouncing all over her with the steps of the giant, but at least it was all contained within her shirt. “It, uh, may be a bit of a bouncy ride Twilight, but I'll try to keep the girls in check.”
Sunset didn't hear anything back.
“And uh, worst-case scenario, even if they smack into you—at least it will be soft, right?”
She felt her boobs wobble up and smack into the poor small girl.
At least, a voice came from her soon after.
“Just promise me you won't do your jacket up.”
The ride, for lack of better words, had been a bumpy one for the two. While Twilight was able to sit back in her soft seat, she also had to deal with the sides of the breast jousting up and flattening over her, even for a moment, in utter softness.
Humiliation consumed her during it. She couldn't place why being placed between Sunset's breasts, being beaten and smothered by them placed in such a feeling of weakness. Being small meant having to be weak. But being placed in such a spot, despite it being the best course of action, felt like the giant girl had owned her with her body alone.
Like Twilight was no more than a necklace.
They reached the door to the home, it clicking open to the darkness of the flat, a flick of the switch flashing the room with light. What you would expect of an average flat. Living room with a couch, TV, and table in-between.
The kitchen lurked in the back, the door to the bathroom to the left of it, and of course, the door to the bedroom to the right. “Here's my place. Nothing to look at—but hey, at least we don't have anyone to bug us.”
Sunset felt weird speaking to her chest, always feeling her chin hover above Twilight's head. She gazed down to see the tiny girl still wedged in her cleavage, though with every other step, having sunk slightly into the abyss that existed below. “Probably best we get you out of there, huh?”
There was a certain sadness to those words that both girls experienced at the prospect of being separated apart. Nothing could be said about it, of course, but there was something about the two... being intimately close in such a distant way that the warmth of their bodies more than just agreed with.
But with a heavy sigh, two fingers hovered over the tiny girl, plucking her from her sunny seat. Bending forward and lowering her hand to the table, she gently set Twilight on the wood of the table, coming to lean back, far high above the little on.
“Hope that spot works for you for now.” Sunset bit her bottom lip at seeing the small girl decimated by the sea of wood that surrounded her. Something like her table made into a land of timber. Oh, how a tiny girl could change and make any setting sexy. “Take a few to get yourself set in and comfortable. I've... got to use the bathroom. Um, don't wait up?”
Sunset closed her eyes. How. Could. She. Be. So. Stupid?
Twilight, however, was treated to the underside of her towering friend again. Her skirt flaunted over her, the dimly-lit crotch lurking high above. Those black panties continued to look thick, dense and plush, the perfect material to hug the greatness of Sunset's crotch.
And if she could see any better, than Twilight would have seen those panties were also wet as fuck.
The sight only worsened—or perhaps got better—when the statue of lady turned around on the spot, the skirt floating and twirling in the air, collecting against the legs again when Sunset came still. Her plump cheeks pressed against the padding of the panties, not too big and not too small, the perfect size, hills indeed, warm and toasty.
And then Sunset walked away, and Twilight was left on the table, alone, and so very confused.
The bathroom door locked with a click, and the skirt around her waist fell, collecting at her feet, which quickly rose and stepped through them. In her privacy Sunset toyed with dropping her skirt on the tiny girl, seeing how it fell and drenched her in fabric, how the little one would struggle like a rat in a maze to escape an article of clothing once tight around her frame.
And how she would come out of the middle of it, like a person coming for air after being underwater only to see Sunset towering above, the only covering her bottom being the black panties hugging her crotch.
All of this is too much. Sunset twirled around before the lid of her toilet, sitting down without taking off her panties. They squeezed her ass to a small degree, pressing against her pussy to tease it with further reward. It's a good thing she still doesn't know all that much about this world. Riding in your chest? Were you TRYING to give away your kink? Easy girl!
But as she sat hunched over on the toilet, with no need to go, Sunset realized that she was truly, all alone.
Why does she always have to come through wearing that cute school outfit! Her tiny chest exposed, a cute skirt with plain white panties underneath. Sunset brought her hands to her back, her fingers tracing across the slopes of her covered cheeks. I had to fight myself off from gobbling her up! When she was in my cleavage—it took everything from me to not bunch my tits together and drown her in a sea of my rising breasts!
Sunset couldn't be blamed for how it how felt, could she? How many girls did she know place phones between their tits for how good it felt to be able to dominate something small with feminine sexuality. The delight of toying with a tiny. How many times she'd sent her fingers to plunder her cunt at such an idea.
One possible even now.
No. That was going too far... wasn't it? Gazing down at the sea of her pressed-together tits, the tiny purple girl had no problem being there. Sunset's tongue dolled out at the image of her once being there, that spot now feeling hollow, the skin desperate to be filled and pressed against again.
Twilight didn't complain while she was there. Carried around in another girl's chest, jostled around by her beasts, smothered by constant sexuality. With a press of a yellow finger, that tiny little head would be shoved deep into her cleavage. It would swallow her. Anyone that dared to gaze at the yellow chest couldn't catch a trace.
Sunset let her head fall back to the strike of her fantasy. Wasn't she just the worst? Thinking about her tiny friend like that while her body warmed to the heat of her arousal. She was getting off to all of this, no doubt, and the desires of her affection was a friend stranded from home.
Sunset could just be the worst, sometimes, but that didn't stop her hands from setting on her hips. Her taut belly and perfect hips, feeling her skin burn at her palm, which only cooled when it traced over the silk of her panties.
Her pussy cried in contracting need to be pleased. To hold out the front of her panties while dangling a tiny Twilight over the opening, holding her body by just one arm, grinning at her before letting her fingers slip. Oh, how she would fall, falling and lowering, landing into the held out panties before they snapped, quite tightly, against her crotch.
Sunset shuddered at the imaginary sensation. Her lips circled inward while a moan rocked outward. One hand traced over the side of her body, now a statue of a perfect woman while her other hand came ahead and fell downward onto the crotch of her underwear.
She couldn't feel the bulge, the small silhouette of Twilight, but her senses picked up the slack. The minuscule struggles of a women struggling against her plump, squashy mounds, all while her doughy pussy kissed at her face, sucked at her frame, tasting her with a pulsation pulling the tiny inward, trying to eat, devour its prey.
Sunset closed her eyes and rocked her hips, picturing how the world inside her black panties would rise, her pussy flying up and smacking into the small girl—half a frame slit in between her slender folds, a tight little hole opening slightly wider to take more of Twilight Sparkle into it.
Smaller than the usual dildo, sure, but vibrating greater than any toy.
And that's what she would be. Slender fingers slipped into the front of the panties, tracing the slope of her slit, holding back the hungry cries of her needy cunt. Deep inside, the smaller girl curled into herself, scared to be inside another—only to be carried deeper within.
“Teasing that cute little thing with my pussy, she would get so scared, wouldn't she?” Sunset continued to trace her slit, and while she did so, her cunt hungered to have more than just a finger inside. “Hearing my voice all around her while my cunt trapped her inside me. Her every struggle just a tickle. I would be her everything.”
Sunset could feel her clit peeking out from its hood, a perfect spot for a perfect girl to be held against, forced to worship that nub. Sucking it, rubbing it, fucking it. The only way a tiny could please a giant like Sunset. Tighter panties to make sure she could never leave her place.
“I'd let her get so scared inside of me, knowing she could never get out.” Sunset rocked her hips against the lid of the toilet, letting her fingers draw tight circles over her clit. “Her entire world rocking whenever I thrust my hips. She'd be forced to endure my every sway. Just... tossed around my cunt like the cute little fuckdoll that she is.”
Sunset couldn't suppress it any longer. The other hand searching across the side of her body came down, tagging and tugging at the black band of her panties and pulling them down her thighs. Not off. But enough to cum with calm.
With its job done that other hand shot back up, hovering before Sunset's eyes as she gazed at it. Then, looking back down at her chest—she did what she had been wanting to do when Twilight was there. She grabbed at her breasts, bunching them together to let them jiggle, in their contain place, back to normal.
“My pussy would get so hot with her in it.” The fingers pleasuring the clit finally ceased in their efforts, dipping lower and curling inward, dipping inside the tight cunny that suckled on their tips immediately. The walls contracted around it, sucking them inside, lubricating them with cum. “Struggling the stand... only to trip against my walls... all while my fingers banged on outside.”
Close... steamy walls curling closer together... cum welling beneath the surface... sauna... cave of feminine delight. The sight inside. How would it look? So deep inside the cave of a women, looking out into the distance, a towering slit, one that peaked onto to thick thighs swung close together—seeing the world from inside the crotch of a women sitting down.
Wouldn't it just be better for a tiny one to stay inside, where the world was relative in size to their own, bringing pleasure to the giant that protected them?
“Oh, Twilight, lost inside my pussy.” Sunset heaved her heavy breath as the rising arousal between her legs threatened to cascade. Dams waiting to burst. Heat begging to be unleashed. Pleasure asking to be free. “My fingers banging on your cage, sliding in after you, looking only to play.”
That was enough. Even though none of this was real, there was no stopping the pair of fingers from sliding out of the slit—pinching the mounds tightly together. “You better enjoy it from inside of there, Twilight Sparkle, because you're going to bathe in my orgasm. You'll smell like my sex for weeks and, when you do come out, you'll do so on a current!”
Release. The welling of juices. Legs shivering closer together with toes curling inward. Pleasure. Soaring euphoria. Sunset quivered while her pussy convulsed with tingly delight, welling, in no low quantities the overflowing product of her efforts.
Seconds later the fingers fell away, the squishy mounds falling away, a parting of the slit seeing a steady stream of thin-white cum pouring into the toilet before. A substance of tension that urge dirty and naughty things from the girl.
Sunset might have been reformed, but evil ways were still about her.
It must have been far later into the day the two were expecting, for when Sunset came out of the bathroom, doused and perfume with hands soaped and washed twice, the window above the kitchen saw to the setting sun. With only a few words of comment, Sunset picked up the tiny lavender girl, with the same fingers that plundered her pussy—bringing them both to the kitchen.
“Ready yourself.” Sunset lowered her hand and pressed it against the side of the counter, unfurling her fingers to the tiny girl standing underneath. “Probably best you chill around the counter while I cook. Best to have my hands doing something while we talked.”
The tiny girl struggled to hoist herself up onto the side of the counter. It was cute to watch. Her itty-bitty purple hands holding onto the smooth surface while her feet kept hopping in place, against the skin of her palm, trying to hoist herself up.
With a smile, Sunset lifted her hand by an inch, thus allowing Twilight to roll onto the counter with ease. From there, she stood in place, taking in her giant surroundings. The turning of the tap roared currents of waterfalls while the subtle sways of the giant women rocked the corners of her peripherals.
“How do a few sliced fruits and some pasta sound to you?” Sunset picked an apple from the plastic bowl left of the sink, causing the curved, smooth red planet underneath coursing torrents of water. “And not only that, we only have to cook for one now.” An awkward giggle. “A shining light to you being small?”
Twilight crossed her arms. “I'll still eat that whole apple just to spite you.”
“Now that's the Twilight I know.” The hand with the apple swayed away from the sink, coming down like a boulder falling from a mountain against the counter. The smooth marble shivered from the impact. “You can get started on this while you wait. Want me to cut it into sliced for you?”
“I'm not a little girl, Sunset.”
“Of course you're not!” Sunset plucked a knife the drawer at her hips, holding it in the air like a mother. “You're a tiny girl who needs her apples cut into slices!”
“Hahaha.” Twilight stepped back while the knife came slicing down over the right side of the apple, cutting away of the mass until a slice of it fell back, the soft, juicy core exposed before her. “And the moment I find a toothpick, you're dead.”
“Toothpick fight with a tiny Twilight.” Sunset lifted a round pan from the right side of the sink, placing it underneath the tap as the ocean contained within metal began to fill up. “Not going to lie to you there. That actually sounds like a fun time.” Her mighty shoulder then dropped as her gaze came to lay on the counter. “But maybe we should use that time figuring out how you even got small in the first place.”
Twilight had thrown herself onto the side of the slice, laying upon it, grabbing chunks of apple. She then onto her back to see the distant, hovering face of the giant. She settled in place one she did.. “Trust me. It's been the only thing in my mind since I rode around on your chest.”
Sunset bowed her head. “T-Think you might have carried the wrong number.”
“There's a lot of things I get wrong in life, Sunset.” Twilight sat up on the side of the apple, exhaling. Her head then shook. “But equations isn't one of them. It's pure logic. All the variables were accounted for.”
Sunset watched the water collect in the pan while her eyes lost themselves to the world. “And here you are on the other side, so your formula wasn't wrong. So if the issue wasn't the kind of magic you used to get through...”
“...then it was the amount of magic that got me through?” Twilight leaned to the right and scooped some of the apple in her hand. Juices damped her clothing and stuck to her skin. Sunset fought herself from giving the poor girl a bath inside her mouth. “But that doesn't make sense. Not being one to brag, but after the wings, the boost in magic—“
“Is enough to match celestial power composed of a burning ball of energy?” Fingers tapped the switch up, the gushing of water ceasing. “You're a powerful mare, Twilight, but you're not welling with a surplus of magic. Your potency was enough to charge the portal, but to keep it powered for all of you.”
Twilight shook her head. Taking a bite out of the clump of apple in her palm, she pulled away with eyes wide. “Unless I could get more power to charge the portal, then what's left would have to become smaller to phase through.”
The massive pan rose from the width of the metallic sink, flying through the air to the great distance afar, slamming down on the stove. The big, round dial cracked and turned as the sun beneath the stove shimmered red across the surface.
“A small passage requires one to become small to go through it.” Twilight stared at the bits of mesh on her hand, then spreading her fingers as it spilled through the gaps. “The only variable I missed was how much power it took to widen the passage of the portal. I... was so worried about getting it open... that I didn't think about how wide open it had to be.”
Twilight froze with her failure. Something so simple and apparent phased through her eyes, dwindling her to bite-size. She would have lost herself to self-disgust if the width beyond the counter didn't fill with the giant face of her friend.
“We all make mistakes in life, Twilight.” Sunset's lips stretched afar for miles while her eyes glowed a dim green. “That's why we have friends in life to help us get through them. You taught me that, Twilight. Something you continue to show no matter what size you are.”
Twilight dipped her head while a laugh escaped her. Thankful that she was small, for her cheeks were a bit more than just purple, she then slid down the slice of the apple. Walking across the marble to the tiny clacks of her feet rendered her heart pounding mess—especially underneath the spotlight of two soft, careful, attentive eyes.
The right of Sunset's cheek stood like a wall of utter softness, silky like skin that, despite Twilight being tiny, she could see no imperfections, but rather, every perfection about. Even as she came to it, the warm skin basked in a subtle warmth hugging at Twilight's tiny frame. Without any words, and very low clue of what to do, she threw herself against the shifting field of skin, sinking into the plushness, relishing in its greatness.
An affectionate act beyond cute for them both.
Twilight rode on the sprawling shoulder of the giant, a tiny twisting lifting with every rising of the colossus, a thick strand of silky red gripped against the palm of her hand. The place of a parrot now made into a spot for a friend.
Why didn't she just put me in her chest again? Twilight glanced over the edge of the shoulder, where the expanse of Sunset's shirt blurred far, so far below, a sweep of the eyes left revealing their prize. Two supple orbs of orange, jiggling to every crashing of a step, the crack-in between tight though strangely hollow. It was a bit rough whenever she jogged, but safe and enjoyable otherwise.
She turned her gaze to the head of the giant, starting with a round wall of skin of her throat— gulping at its girth. Then her own craned back while her gaze lifted up, settling on the side of Sunset's face, set forward, obscured by the vines of amber and scarlet.
It's not like Sunset to change something suddenly without reason. Twilight's thoughts rocked to steps that quaked the girl she was on, stirring her every other moment, preventing her from fully diving into the depths of her mind. What am I even thinking right now? It's late. It's been a long day for us both.
Twilight even yawned as the colossal frame of wood came into view before her, something normal now utterly gigantic—but made normal again when Sunset's enormous hand turned the handle open. The world was ordinary, sure, so long as she was with and on a giant to make it like so.
“I know it's rude to not give the guest a bed,” Sunset began as she strode to the side of the mattress, the side of her eye flicking to the corner, some of it visible to the girl on her shoulder. “But I need the legroom a lot more than you. Would suggest the couch—but I think its frame is a little too big for you.”
“Thanks for the compliment!” Twilight struggled against the subtle swaying of the shoulder to rise to her feet, feeling them shiver as she lifted, clutching the vine of hair even tighter against her palm. “Losing that a hundred and twenty pounds took a lot of effort.”
Sunset's eyebrow rose up high into her forehead. “Don't you mean a hundred and thirty?”
“Think you're mistaking your weight for mine, Sunset.” Twilight nodded her head with a sympathetic expression. “Especially if we were to weigh each other now.” She flicked a finger now. “Weren't you saying you needed the bed for the additional space?”
“I said leg room, small bite.”
“Is that where your fat goes? That's a shame.”
“Thick thighs save lives, I'll have you know.”
“Of course!” Twilight nearly swung off the shoulder once the giant came crashing into the mattress, though betrayed the twirling sense of dread expanding in her belly. “When your legs are taking up all that space in the bed, you have to tell yourself stuff like that—or else you won't get to sleep, you know?”
Sunset's hand came reaching for her, from the side, pinching her waist and plucking her from the perch. Within seconds, Twilight hovered before the narrowed face of Sunset. Her eyes nearly squinted shut. “You know I'm bigger than you, right?”
Twilight tucked her lips inward, fighting the urge to bite down on them. She'd already come this far with her teasing. If she was going to get dropped down, into the vistas of feet to the ground below—she was going to do so with good reason.
And laughing too.
“Good! Acceptance is the first step, Sunset.” Twilight's smile brushed the underside of her right eye, exposing some a few of her pearly teeth. “You are bigger than me. And there's nothing wrong with that.”
Sunset closed her eyes. Shaking her head, she chuckled while doing so, slowly speaking afterward. “You know, I was going to let you sleep in the bed with me—but since my big body, chest, and legs need all that space... you can sleep on the bedside table.”
Twilight glanced over the yellow fingers twirled around her, peering over them to the distant, looming table far below. Cool wood surrounding a glossy violet lamp. A package of tissues sat adjacent to the bed.
“Aw c' mon!” Her tiny frame fell forward onto the smoothness of the index finger, how the skin made contact with her chest. Warm flooded beneath the skin, creating an inch against her frame, of which, only something smooth and warm and soft could scratch. “I was just teasing you. Don't do something cold like that.”
A shadow laid over her. Twilight rolled her head left on the finger, seeing a sun of rolling smoothness leaning in close, touching its massive cheek against her minuscule one. A contact of different scales but of mutual feeling. “You know I'm joking. No way I'd ever pull a prank that far. But having you stay on the bed while I sleep... that's just asking for problems.”
Twilight blinked. She understood—but not fully. “Guess I get it. But you... just couldn't let me rest in your chest like before? Don't girls do that kind of thing here as well?”
Sunset's cheek pulled back right away, the lax abundance of softness pulling away, a favourite hill gone astray. Has she said something wrong? Twilight didn't get why her idea got shot down so quickly. Or why Sunset suddenly seemed so off about that dynamic.
It was a normal thing in this world, was it not?
“It's... not the worst idea ever. Bit closer of sleepover than I'm used to.” The fingers lowered, and Twilight's stomach dropped as the face of the giant blurred as the distance greatened between them. The hardness of the table touched the bottom of her feet, the serpent fingers uncurled and retracted from her body. “But my chest is a bit, um, bigger than most. You might get lost and stuck in there while I slept. And if I rolled onto my stomach, uh...”
Twilight's shoulders dropped. “The pressure of them pressing together might be a bit too much for me to take.”
“That...” Sunset blinked while her legs swung onto the bed, her back crashing into the fortress of pillows behind her. Her entire face down to her chest became a world to itself from across the bedside table. The sheer size and scale incomprehensible. Her very being welled into everything enormous. “Isn't what I wasn't going to go for—but works well enough.”
Twilight opened her mouth to speak, though her jaw kept open for a different reason. Two fingers flew toward her like a missile, plucking her from the back of her uniform and bringing her over to the packet of napkins—now a bed to her.
“Here you are.” The fingers dropped her, though this time, plushness greeted her feet. An expanse of white consumed the lower-half of Twilight's eyes—above the curving waterfalls of plastic that kept up by itself. “Not as great as a real bed, but it should be soft and warm enough for tonight. We can go toy shopping for you tomorrow.”
Twilight fell onto her back, lying on her new bed, having been set in the middle. Grabbing the left side of one she was one, she pulled it over her body, rolling with it a little, slowly becoming a borderline sushi roll. It was thick enough to provide warmth and softness, but the texture felt hollow in a strange way.
Not that napkins were ever made to be beds, anyway.
It didn't take long for the giant and the tiny to fall asleep after a few more whispered words. But even following the click of the light, the shuffling of the sheets, a silence broken by occasional snoring—Twilight could not sleep. She laid in her bed of napkins, feeling heated but not quite warm, something missing.
Sure. Maybe having a proper bed would have been nice. But the thickness of the napkins supported her body nicely, and the plastic packaging ironically made her feel safe from the massive world around her. It scaled down to her size, a normal object to everything else, keeping her safe.
It was only rolling onto her side that the answer to her achieving longing revealed itself.
The staggering length of the teenage girl spanned across the vistas of distance contained within the sea of the bed, her frame defined loosely through the blanket wrapped over her body—though a rise, a rolling wave, near her chest.
Twilight stared at the hills supplemented by the dense blanket over them, wondering why her gaze fell to them more easily. There wasn't anything like them back in her world. Round and bouncy with a supple squish not unlike the fat on some flanks. But something was different about them. It seemed to be a public place for things, and yet, they felt more personal than that.
More intimate.
For whatever reason Twilight wanted to be cast between them. She even glanced down her own shirt at the twin, lavender orbs contained within, pressing softly against the fabric. To bunched up balls of softness with a surface of smoothness. Hours ago, she had been stuffed between the same things—only far bigger.
Laying a hand on her own chest, a shiver rocked the bottom of her spine, the touch a baked pleasure near the back of an oven. Something welled within the orb. Her nipples hardened, tingles rocketing from the source, a pleasure before unknown.
I never really had time to study human biology when I was here last time. Twilight rolled her head left while the giant had dome the same, the colossal cheek crashing into the expanse of the pillow, miles of skin connecting against the fabric. The sweet face of a sleeping beauty. O-Oh Celestia... how is she so perfect without trying?
But Twilight's gaze was taken lower, far lower than where she should have been looking, where the gap of the blanket revealed what loomed beneath. Through the darkness, a dim shadow coated the round breasts squashed against the mattress, half of its rolling size spilling out from the open collar of the dress shirt.
Why Sunset felt more comfortable sleeping in a dress shirt, Twilight never got.
“Mmmhmm, T-Twilight?” Those words were meant for her, but they were said with eyes closed, and a hand coming over. Twilight blinked as something loomed over her, and shaking her head, saw lazily fingers descending over her. “It's... mhmmm... s-so good to... to... see you again...”
Twilight screamed when the fingers loosely grabbed her, wrapping around her frame without any contest. She swung her legs in the open air and beat her fists against the curled finger, not even a twitch as the hand brought her over the bed. “S-Sunset! You're uh kinda dreaming right now! If there was a time to suddenly wake up—now would be it!”
But the sleeping face of Sunset did no such thing. Its massive size of perfection kept asleep, growing in size while the hand came closer toward it. Twilight both of her hands into opposite sides of the finger, pushing, while her heart ticked down the seconds of her life.
“Y-Y'know I... nnngnha!...a girl with... mhm... secrets.” Her tongue poked out in-between the pair of supple lips, flicking across the surface, rendering them moist. Celestia, how she looked so innocent, so pleading and needy while she slept. “Small girls... heh... have always been my thing.”
Twilight didn't try to fight it. She should have when held before the expanse of a face, but when the hand dragged her close to those pillowy-lips, resistance faded. There wasn't any point in fighting the unconscious strength of a giant—but even then, Twilight should have struggled.
But she didn't.
Even as the plush lips of amber rolled over her body, smoothing her in a sea of supple softness, a tingle warmed over Twilight's body. Her frame rolled into the waves, up and down, sinking into a lip only to rise out, wetness collecting to her shirt.
Twilight struggled with herself, against the position she was in, the fingers holding her tight against the lips, which wasn't all that much pressure as her body sunk into the surface. She thought about raising her fists and beating it into the lip—but it felt like a crime to do so.
Instead. Her body submitted. A tenseness leaving her body, a fight she should be having at bringing taken advantage of. But there was no pain and only pleasure. What was forced felt desired beneath the surface? And when the hand finally did yank away from the lips, it wasn't relief washing over Twilight—it was coldness.
That was, of course, before the giant rolled onto her back, a droopy smile on her face, while the blanket fell below the colossal reach of her breasts. “Like how they look? Nngha... they're... aahh... all for you...”
Twilight's face scrunched together before the hand dropped from the air. At once it slipped into the collar of the shirt, the world inside of it dim, though marked by the two peaking hills. Despite Sunset lying back, they both kept up, constrained by the shirt, each looking to escape again.
Then hand rose up to the top of the right breast, its peak capped by a deviously red tit sweet on the eye. Something about it was subtly commanding. Taller than Twilight, a perfect roundness to its hardness—but marked with a soft red, dark pink, a colour both bold and subtle, a perfect tell of the character it belonged to.
And something, within seconds, Twilight found her body pressed against.
“Pressed against my tit... like a good tiny girl... stuffed there by my bra...” Sunset's words echoed with moans as her voice came from everywhere. Like a goddess voice coming from beyond the ceiling of fabric. “Hugging my nipple... clinging to it... working it.... pleasing... me...”
Pleasing her? Is that how the biology of this works? The fingers pressed her upper body against the side of the nipple, it nearly twice the size of her. Easily, she could wrap her body around it should Sunset walk around in the nude, clutching to it notably harder during the jiggles that came with her thunderous steps. T-That means that if I wanted to make her feel better...
Twilight knew it was a dangerous game to be playing. But she already kissed the girl and was stuffed down her shirt. The giant was asleep. She was the one being handled against her will. So if there was any coming out of this with something positive... then a little experimentation wouldn't hurt... right?
Little purple hands settled on the sloping side of the nipple, a shudder rocking through her touch, something minuscule quaking something massive. Did Sunset feel that? Her hands searched up and down the strangely smooth but coarse surface, the ripples of patchy skin caressing her palms in a delectable way.
More shudders.
“Good girl... you like that... don't you?” Sunset's voice echoed from somewhere above, sounding everywhere, but appearing out of nowhere. Like her body had become a temple that only Twilight had been stuck inside. “Pleasing my great... big tit... like it was your... mmhmmm... place in life...”
The golden fingers pressed against her back harder, not outright forceful but an inch beyond subtle. It let the little one know what exactly the giant craved—what they themselves could not evoke despite their skill and their size.
It was with this thought that Twilight process while her little lands words on the tower of hardened skin, feeling through the softness to the rock hardness beneath it. Those fingers were still a product of the giant. No matter what happened, they couldn't act of their own will; they could never be another's touch.
But Twilight? Even though she was small, her feet sinking into the lax, yellow flesh of the upheld mountain of creamy gold... only she could evoke this king of pleasure from the giant. Only she could make the pillar of nipple grow that much bigger, building and growing right before her presence, its sharp tip stabbing into the canopy of fabric that was her sky.
“Mmmh... I-I love how you touch me down there.... s-set to serve me.... pleasing something as small as my tit...” Sunset moaned happy little words, each one tickle between the lavender thighs currently wrapping around the base of her tit. Hugging more of her body against the breast seemed like a good idea—pleasure and earthquake and all things considering. “U-Underneath my bra. Hehehe... none know... my fat tit is... holding you down...”
But Twilight didn't see it that way. Even when her own panties warmed, the dampening fabric clinging to her skin at the words the giant spoke—it wasn't quite all like that. Being in the cup of this girl while she went about her day, although she loved the idea... rather than being held down by the giant nipple—she held to it.
It saved her. It gave Twilight something to hold on to. Nothing else she could do affected the giant as much as rubbing and hugging and stroking the whole of her body against it. The pleasure, although twisted, it rose in the giant warmed Twilight in a way mere friendship hadn't.
Not that it was better or worse, but rather, there was something different about this warmth, something that tickled across her body from beneath her skin. It hugged her frame as she hugged the towering nipple, faintly aware of the moonlight shining through the stitching of the fabric from above.
“Nnngh... w-what's this? You... want to be kept down there?” Life swam back into the words echoing from afar, the voice becoming slowly more awake. Sunset remained genuine even in her dreams—if only because they were so real to her. “...mhmmm... hehehhe... c-can't say that I... mmm... mind.”
Kept down there? Twilight felt the warm fingers pluck her little body, the hugging grip at the base of Sunset's tit broken without a break in movement. Her body missed it at once. How the softness of her chest meshed against the hardness, how it quivered between her legs, tickling that private place where pleasure seemed to lurk.
Twilight blinked at that thought. The golden hand pulled toward the collar of the shirt, the sprawling hem rising around her while the size of Sunset's throat blurred just in the beyond. The underside of her chin laid cute on the eye—as did the face of the sleeping beauty.
Twilight was pulled over it at once. The warmth and darkness in the world beneath the shirt, one tight and long like a stadium—but still a place where Twilight could still thrive in by herself. Now the hand held her up in the frosty air, alone and getting cold, leaving her legs kicking from the tingle of wanting more.
“Mmhmm... so cute and so small... able to go... w-wherever I tuck you awake...” Sunset's face swam into view as its full-frame couldn't be tucked into the whole of Twilight's vision. All she caught were the giant lids tightly close—though they sometimes trembled when her face shifted slightly. “...s-so forward w-wanting to go in my panties... I-I can't protect you as much...”
Twilight yelped as the hand dropped. Once more she was held suspended over those meter long lips, spread so far across on either side though slowly shifting together. “M-My boobs t-tend to jostle and w-wobble... but... mhmmm... at least I can keep an eye on you... p-pull you out...”
The hand lowered Twilight. Her face fell against those lips. They swelled against her at once, growing and raising, pushing her back with absolute softness and some slickness, a plush warmth she couldn't pull away from.
“...but you like keeping close to me, nnghmm, d-don't you?” Those lips split by a mere inch, enough for the winds of Sunset's voice to escape. Mere whispers now, though still very much like a shout, warming and soothing purple skin. “Keeping close to e-every inch of me. N-No wonder... why you want to get inside... my underwear...”
Sunset gave the most adorable giggle of her life while her body twisted upward, her left leg pushing down and her right leg pulling up on the sea of sheets. Those same tingles assaulting Twilight did the same with the giant. The sleeping beauty had to move to express that which so pleasantly raged on within her.
“...but... hehehe... do be warned...” Sunset's voice continued to laugh while her body kept twisting in place, shifting her delectable form into many poses, all of which were appealing to the miniature eyes watching them. “...o-once you're i-inside my panties... I won't be aware of you. M-My pussy will be able to f-feel you. But... nnnghhhnnn... when I walk, and my long legs m-move... e-everything you... aaaahhh... d-do will be on you...”
Twilight watched the giant face pull away from her below, unsure of what she thought or felt, only that she missed the warmth of those wet lips smothering her entire face. But as the fingers hovered her downward, over the planes of the shirt, raise and stretched to its limits by the hills beneath—then over the tight middle of the giant girl—she found herself heading toward a place with even more warmth.
Twilight gazed down the sprawling belly to what lurked slightly beyond, where the massive crotch began—but not expecting a view within. The other hand had raised from the bed, a thumb hooking at the front of the pants, at the front of the loose underwear beneath and tugging them both out.
The view inward was incredible. It was dim at the entrance and becoming darker as Twilight's view travelled further in. She was able to see how the slope of the pink underwear curved until it grew too dark and too far away.
But more than that was the sunny garden below and beyond the broad brim of the underwear. Of the golden locks oozing with cream, with a delectable softness one wished to get tangled by. To caresses the sunny crop and lay down in its field, gazing at the sky that was pulled out panties, enjoying the decor of stitching and symbols strewn and etched onto them.
And then Twilight felt herself being brought toward it.
She twisted in the grip of the two fingers lightly pressing against either side of her frame, gazing over the planes of lady she'd flown over. But all she could see was the acres of white—though some of the sunny belly laid exposed by the pull shirt—and the distant mountains rising and blocking the view of the horizon.
“S-Sunset!” Twilight called while holding out a hand, a hopeless prayer for that beautiful, sleeping face to be awoken. “Help! You're putting me—“
Light dimmed into close darkness. The infinite space of the bedroom, so long and so far, everything and anywhere, that space itself blurred to the overall distance possible in the place. Now that was gone and replaced something relative to Twilight. Something still giant—but at least not galactic.
The ceiling of the underwear had blocked the light, its interior narrowing a galaxy into an enormous cave. One curved at the sides. Twilight watched the field of golden hair pass below, feeling them brush and tease against her legs. She didn't know why this desire built inside of her.
A wish to roll into the thatch of sunny locks on the giant crotch. To be submerged in those conditioned hairs that still exhaled intimate scents belonging to the massive girl. To have those curled strands doing so over her limbs, over the whole body, tangling the tiny Twilight to the pubic hairs of an unaware giant.
Though that wish wouldn't come true... for the time being.
Instead. The giant hand pressed inside the tugged out underwear, sinking inward despite how tight space became. Then it reached the bottom of the panties, the center of the crotch of cotton, those tight fingers, finally, release the tiny girl.
Twilight fell with a yelp, although she was caught at once by the slope of fabric. It sunk from her pelting weight but then quickly rose, settling in place after a few seconds, the only sagging coming from the light indents around Twilight's frame.
Scared of all that could happen, Twilight Sparkle sat back, still and silent, unsure of what to do nor what to say. Her head lifted again, following the rise of woman, that was, until it rose too high and she fell back from lack of support. The panties dipped and then rose again around her, all of her weight nothing to the single article of clothing.
But now that she was lying back... everything could be seen easily now.
Twilight Sparkle gasped, with a hand covering her mouth, as her eyes swept across the two rising mounds of utter slushiness. They rolled like steep mountains but bore soft skin and a substance below it seeming jiggly.
But more than that was what laid in-between them. How those running sunny hills curved sharply down the middle, a slit sweet and sprawling, its depths revealing something more... something emerging.
Over the crotch and past the acres of golden hair, however, the hand floated out from the depths of the underwear. It pulled from the pants and underwear and, after escaping, the large thumb above slowly slid from its arch.
Within violent seconds the world had changed.
The world of the underwear, which at first had been soft and relaxed, ceased to be like that upon losing its support. Its sloping crotch flung forward in tandem with the distant, elastic snap of probable doom. Twilight cried as she lurched into the private island of women. Wedged between those sunny slopes of mounds.
“...mmhmm... s-safe and sound in my underwear...” The voice echoed and came muffled from the dome inside the underwear, the rising slopes vibrating subtly against Twilight's sides. Her hands pushed against them only to sink into their squishy depths. “B-But... now that you've gotten there... I... I still want to... mmhmmm... play with you...”
Twilight pushed against the mounds regardless. Sex wasn't a popular topic back in Equestria—at least not with her. What ponies did in private with their privates was up to them. Ponies keeping naked, however, had desensitized places such as the one Twilight found herself caught in.
Maybe if the context had changed that this place might have been safe. Kept inside the panties of a giant meant she couldn't accidentally roll on top of the tiny nor crush her. Twilight couldn't be lost. Not only that but kept close and warm too. All at the cost of being closer to the most imitate place of a girl turning from a friend into slightly more.
But it was the slickness that broke it.
Twilight noticed it the second she entered the panties. While she fought to stand from the slit that blurred into the horizon while it curved, certain wetness, sleek and easily spread, covered her body. It kept trickling from the crotch she struggled to stand upon.
And even if she did manage to push herself up—the taut fabric of the underwear kept her firmly wedged in place. The stitching too strong for her greatest push. It was an actual ceiling, something hovering mere feet from the grounding of pussy.
“T-That's right.” Sunset's moaned. Above, the fabric started to dampen and darken, the fibre collecting with the dense liquid slowly producing. Without breaking in her sync, Twilight kept crawling along the slit—careful not to fall in. “My pussy is... aaaaahhh...aaaalll you can see, i-isn't it? Mmhmm. P-Please it, please.”
Twilight clenched her eyes at the sounding of those words. She didn't dare judge the giant—despite enduring Sunset's dream made reality—for she was hardly the innocent dreamer herself. Gauge visions of fictional settings rose uncomfortable feelings in the tiny Twilight.
But Sunset's dreams were no doubt about her. Twilight pondered this fact as she reached closer to the top of the long slit. It was different from... what she had back at home. Some shapes looked the same. But other things... weren't quite right. Or, at least, they were different.
At least in terms of what lay at the peak of pussy.
A hood sprouted from the tip of the slit, something round and huge peeking out. It drew her eyes and pumped her heart with love. Why did seeing some ball cause Twilight to feel so happy, that, even though she was trying to escape the prison of a giant woman that she had also done something good to please her?
And why was she wanting to please someone who had handled her, forcing her against breast and lips... all to then stuff her down tight panties?
“P-Please... I've been... so alone for so long...” Sunset's voice came in broke with the bombing of words now far apart. There was something different about it. Something breaking, something vulnerable despite its size. “I-I've always... been the one to t-tend to myself. Y-You... ughmmm... p-please, T-Twilight. Be my... mhm... be my first.”
Twilight reached the end of the slit and, even though she could have carried on past, passing over the golden garden and out through the tight waistband that would feel great against her flank, she instead paused before the exposed ball seeming of sensitivity.
C-Could it be... her clit?
The drunken and otherworldly sense of the night had Twilight acting differently, like she were, in fact, the Twilight inside of Sunset's dreams—the one Sunset dreamed of having, much like she was having now. The fact Twilight could fulfill such a fantasy, being free of scrutiny because the giant herself was unaware of everything... while still reaping the rewards.
Twilight's body acted on its own. Her mind long since shut down in this ethereal world tucked within some underwear. She would dare to try a different Twilight tonight, all her actions going unaware by the giant. For once, she could enjoy herself with another and not have to worry about what they may think of her.
For those reasons are why Twilight approached the ground before the ball, seeing it hover above the ground by a foot. It was the size of a bolder, quivering in stillness, seeming to inch out evermore toward her.
Sunset may not have known Twilight Sparkle was currently in her panties.
But her clit certainly did.
Twilight reached out a hand to stroke the surface. It trembled beneath her touch as a soft squeal raged on in the great beyond. That was it. Somehow, despite the ridiculous size difference between them, Twilight could still make Sunset have a body-quaking reaction to something minuscule that she did.
All because Sunset had not only put her in such a place, but exposed something that sensitive to Twilight's little hands.
So it wasn't hard for Twilight to throw her body against the boulder of a clit, the soft surface betraying the rock hardness beneath it. With her face pressed against the bundle of trembling heat, she smooched its surface, every kiss hungry to give, her legs keeping stepping in place as they enjoyed the growing rocking of the giant's body.
The distant moans broke into outright screams. The writhing of the gigantic body twisted against itself to milk more of what delighted it so wonderfully so. Twilight was so lost to her work, so busy enjoying herself and the giant she failed to notice her tight world becoming tighter.
On the other side of the pants, a hand struck down against the crotch, rubbing through the fabric at the slit nestled beneath it all. The panties rubbed across and against the size of the pussy from the pressure of the fingers. The hand working to bring the needy pussy into its desperate release.
Twilight was thankful for that, too. Behind her, the ceiling of fabric impressed from the pressure of the hand, collecting more of the liquids and teasing out the folds below. Sunset, however, had already been on a hair-trigger this whole time. From Twilight's ministrations to her own, the pussy quaked while the girl scream—the passage buried deep bellow, convulsing and rocking the ground of the crotch... before Torres of creamy milk splashed out from the base of the cunt far below.
Twilight held tightly to the clit, not so much out of pleasure but safety. Her stomach lurched while her world shot into the air—Sunset arching her hips into the air to capitalize on the joy—before it slammed back down against the bed.
Stillness.
Distant breathing.
Shuffling.
Then opening.
Twilight had fallen from the clit, heaving and exhaustion, her body spent from the day and the night. Her panting blew traces of steam as the air became thick with musk. No surprise there. A sauna baking of womanly scent lodged inside a pair of panties.
The air wasn't so much breathed as it was drunk.
The brightness of the sunny skin kept some light alive in the space, enough that Twilight could gaze around her surroundings while she laid back. Thankfully, because she was near the clit before the climax she didn't get too wet. However, without a doubt, the smell of pussy had seeped into her skin.
And then came a blinding light, an influx of fresh air sweeping over her body—and taking away that delightful must—as eyes settled inside her panty prison. It took a few seconds for her head to roll to the side, seeing the ceiling held further out by a finger again.
And in the great distance afar, above the crop of locks, across the tight sea of belly and over the mountains of softness... Sunset's head now lifted from her pillow, gazing inside her pants, finally seeing the little one she tucked away there.
The pools of her eyes, now becoming wet, though for a different reason.
Author's Note
It's not often a commission focus on something above the porn. Of course, there's nothing wrong with writing mere porn. It's great to write something sexy so sexy people can do sexy things to themselves.
However, sometimes, this can leave a writer craving to write a little more.
Hence why I'm glad for this story. Judoon knows how to pick a premise (as does Lazy Reader) so it makes me glad I get to work on something enjoyable in more than one facet.
I hope you folks enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. Please stick around for further author's notes that give the backstory to this sunny tale.
Be well and do well, dear readers.   
~ Yr. Pal, B

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                  II - Finding Her Stash                   
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II - Finding Her Stash
~ 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.

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                  III - Loving Her Heart                   
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III - Loving Her Heart
~ 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.

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                 IV - Enjoying Her Crotch                  
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IV - Enjoying Her Crotch
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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.