Under the Hood

~ II ~

Anatomy Lesson of Grand Proportions

Mind racing and heart pacing. A claw held by the softest of hands. Wake up. The dragon's eyes slid slowly open, only an inch at first, with the muscles around it tensed and clenched—like his face braced itself for the impact waiting to strike from his recovering gaze.

Yellow.

Aching muscles and a stiff back should have been the result of such a transition.... but neither was to be felt. Rather, the field of soft yellow sprawled into the great distance, ended by the edge of a smoothly cut cliff.

“Nnnhgh...”

Spike glanced over to the right and where the groan had sounded. Twilight had been standing next to him in the room, head next to his shoulder and horn charged in violet, eyes closed, her soft hand holding his tough claw.

Their digits had curled tightly together, a rhythmic squeeze coming from her while her spell worked. She'd never needed such comfort before—no spell ever strained her so greatly nowadays—but she squeezed his claw anyway.

Spike wasn't in the market to say anything.

Until her hand had stopped squeezing.

“Twilight?”

Twilight wobbled a few steps away on the ground of yellow, the lax flooring sinking beneath her feet and welling around them—causing her steps to sway, stumble, until one leg caught in front of the other and both started to buckle.

“Hey, hey!” Spike dashed toward her, not without feeling his own feet sink into the ground, a layer of plushness that sunk into some sort of concrete beneath it all. His claw reached out to the falling girl, struggling, with his every other step going left, then right, left again, hoping to reach her in time. “Twilight!”

Spike threw himself forward while Twilight's body fell, her slender back landing into the held arms of the dragon as he approached. With her neck into the crook of his left elbow, and her lower back held by his right arm, Spike knelled to the ground, supporting his best friend.

“What the heck was that? Twilight, c'mon!” Spike pulled the lavender girl closer to his chest, panic spreading across his expression. Slowly, he was cooling his panting breath, unsure of where he was or what to do. “C'mon, Twilight. You're alright. Please, just... shake your head. Or something. Something. P-Please.”

There was a crack in his voice that slit his throat. It didn't help that looking around the stretching planes of trimmed grass of yellow silk did nothing to give away their location. Not only could his surroundings not tell them where they would—but that they could be anywhere.

Anywhere. Without help.

There was still that feeling. Something heavy weighing on his shoulder, not literal but somehow real, still there. But he didn't care. Not when he pressed the frill on the side of his face against Twilight's chest, exhaling a breath at the steady beating of her heart.

He lifted his face, having the strength only to hold it for a second, before burying it against her neck. Spike didn't cry, or whimper, or anything like that. He simply exhaled, nuzzling underneath her chin, and though he knew it wasn't right, kissing any spot where his lips then laid.

“Nnngh... m-mhmm... mmhmm... mhmm?”

Twilight's eyes flickered to life. It took a few moments for the overpowering brightness of light to lose its intensity against her gaze. During this, she was faintly aware of her body leaned back, not against the ground but in the air, held by something.

Something... nice.

Warm and hard and close. Holding her tightly but without pressure—or a pressure that was pleasurable in a strange sense of things. Something else rubbed against her body, something she liked and something that was gone with her first groan. Something had been holding her.

Someone had been holding her.

“Nnngn—mmhmm—h-hey there.” Twilight's left eye then clenched under the throbs stabbing behind them, each one from her mind, deep in its centre, a fuse burned too hot then out too quickly. Every exhale through her lips took whisps away from her mental fog. “So the spell worked! Nngnhn, a-at least, I hope it did.”

Twilight vision finally swam back into focus, but a few blinks didn't quite help in making everything clear. High, all so very high above, a cascading waterfall of silky pink boomed with their soft presence. So thick and voluminous, flowing without moving.

Then she moved her head. The much more visible face of her dragon charge ate up her vision. He loomed above, high as well—but not out of reach. Something about his expression seemed sad, scared, though the panting that broke through his lips did nothing to destroy the smile he held.

Held for her.

“Y-You know, you've got your claws on the wrong test subject, Spike.” Twilight felt her cheek squish together, the edge of her growing smile bunching it. With a laugh, she laid a hand on his cheek. She stroked it. “I can feel your palm over the strap of my bra. If you un-clip it, I swear...”

Spike's expression fell from heaven to concrete in under a second. With a groan followed by a roll of his eyes, his arms hoisted her up at once, forcing Twilight into the air quicker than she was expecting. She wobbled around on the soft ground, trying to find her footing.

“Last time I save your butt.”

“H-Hey! I have a butt very much worth saving, thank you very much.”

“Um.” A distant boom. Out of nowhere and quaking the air everywhere. The deepest pitch for the softest of voices. Somewhere, somewhere close, something great and big and giant boomed, and spoke. “Aren't we all here to talk about my butt? I-I MEAN! A girl's butt! Or maybe just even butts or—EEP! I-I DON'T LIKE TALKING ABOUT BUTTS!”

Spike fought against the sudden rocking of gravity, throwing the two tinies back and forth, his body leaning in the same direction each time as he struggled to right himself. His head whipped around during his impromptu dance—Twilight doing the same just across from him. “W-What the heck is going on?!”

The squishy layer beneath their feat was nothing compared to the hardness beneath it. It throttled, rumbling in world-rocking intensity—like standing at the stone base of an exploding volcano—vibrating through the legs of the stumbling tinies, shaking their muscles to buckling extents.

Spike clenched an eye. The softness of yellow warmed below his feet in some sudden flush that spread outward. Suddenly, the centre of gravity shifted, long sway left and right—like a head violently shaking—that's its force, the intense pull and push, would be too much to handle.

“N-Nngh! T-Twilight!” Spike gazed over to his right, seeing the sway of gravity pulling Twilight to the edge of the cliff. The next sway sent him tumbling back—but he threw all of his weight forward, dashing toward her. Upon feeling the tickle of the next sway—the one that would come in the opposite direction—he threw himself at the smaller ground. “Get down!”

Twilight whipped her head toward him, expression cutely confused, while half of her shirt came loose from the side of her skirt. At once, her hand reached out toward him, and his claw grabbed it. Crashing into her back, Spike pushed them as gently as he could to the patch of yellow fuzz, his tightly-muscular frame arching over her slender body.

Twilight's face pressed into the yellow grass, and though terror gripped her limbs, pleasure in the hardness pressing into her also followed. One of her eyes were closed, but the other gazed up at the dragon arched over her. Face narrowed, eyes closed, lip bit.

Spike pressed them both against the ground as tightly as he could, while the massive plane swayed left and right like a platform on a lemon mountain picked up and swung around. Crashing winds manifested in long vines of pink crashing around like some sort of absurd storm.

But Twilight could only focus on Spike. Even while her stomach crashed with every whip of the land, twisting tighter and tighter, somehow, the rest of her body focused on the feeling of him. His sharp muzzle inches over and in front of her own. The broad chest her back had snuggled into.

And, to blushing cheeks, the width of his hips, just wider than her own, something she could encompass her bottom in. Spike didn't have to bother with clothes like the rest. But having his smooth crotch of hard scales pressing ever harder into her rump, letting her soft and warm and supple cheeks bunch against his groin, flattening against it...

Twilight clenched her eyes for a moment, tucking in her bottom lip so it may be bitten, unable to cry out or express what she felt. There was that... itch. That hot, burning spot, the kind that lurked well beyond the front of her panties.

The sways of the world slowed while the heated ground burned even hotter. Twilight closed her eyes tighter while the dragon held her harder, one claw grasping the tufts of land, the others doing the same—but while keeping to the back of Twilight's hand.

Twilight couldn't help herself, least not for this strange second, to press her posterior against his groin while she backed into him completely. Her panties snugged tighter due to her odd posture to the point on constrained, the dense fabric strained against and across her mounds, both of which, burning, pressed for that second into the hardness of the dragon—like an ignited branding iron backed suddenly into a glacier of ice.

“OHMIGOSH! I am so, sosososososososorry!” The distant booms of the voice came in much softer, the swaying of gravity finally ceasing into a certain place. With the twisting of the stomach now over, the dragon, body spent, fell over to the side. “Spike! Are you okay?! Please don't be hurt! I'm going to touch you now—N-NOT THAT KIND OF TOUCH AND!”

The starting of a sway began again, but quickly ceased by a deafening 'MEEP!' smoothlyvibrating the ground. Twilight, however, free from being held, fell back and sat on her rump, feeling soft strands tickling inside her skirt—the silk texture, unfortunately, unable to sate what had been started.

“F-Fluttershy? Did you really have to... oh.... oh my...” Twilight pressed a hand into the ground, leaning back while her gaze swept upward. High, so far above where the smooth bridge of yellow loomed in the distance. “So... the spell did work after all.”

It was impossible to take in the fantastic size and scale of this new world. To only be a speck of lavender on a sprawling but tight plane of yellow. Looming in the great distance from where Twilight sat perched were two vertical oceans of glistening water—pure white, nearly like milk, surrounding two pools, two astounding round pools of shimmering and glinting teal.

Fluttershy's massive face loomed in the distance, its great length unable to be packed in such a tiny vision. Her great eyes devoured their gaze with only some strands of loose, long pink curving in over her right eye.

“U-Uh, um, T-T-Twilight?”

Twilight blinked. Her heart scrapped at the interior wall of her chest. She;d been expecting to make the small girl, well, into a giantess—but imagination and reality could never sync on the same image.

With a caught cough, she spoke: “Yes, Fluttershy?”

The massive eyes of teal narrowed slightly, the kind where one's face drew closer to another ear, prepared to whisper something private. And what Fluttershy's voice whispered next still boomed louder than the loudest shout.

“Your skirt. I-I mean, I can see up... it.”

Twilight blinked. One glance below confirmed the darkly-purple article had been strewn over her plush thighs, showing the front of her black panties. So small, minuscule in size now, perceived by the biggest of giants. “Eep!”

At once, her purple hands set on patting it down. “I-I mean! I knew that!”

Then came to the groan to the right of her. “Nnnghh... hnmm... a-a-oh.”

Twilight slowly craned her neck over to the right, seeing the dragon long dragon now laid forward on the yellow grass, face totally pressed into it. His next words came muffled from the softness: “Is it safe to look up yet? I don't want to risk taking a peek.”

Twilight's shoulders dropped with a low growl from her throat, while in the great beyond, Fluttershy's face scrunched in an expression of pretending joy. “Yes. The coast is more than clear.” She then lightly punched his shoulder; the effect did nothing to rouse the downed dragon. “And yes. The sight underneath my skirt is more than safe.”

Her hand drew back and, even after the punch, kept curled.

What's the matter with you, Spike!? Twilight barely had the restraint to lock her mind from using her voice. You're here to look and learn and experience a girl's body... but every time you get a chance with mine... you... you keep making those damn quips!

Twilight exhaled her anger away. With a drop her head, she shook it once, knowing the dragon acted simply out of respect and light humour. It's not she craved for others to look at her like... that. But with Spike. Not only was it something she didn't mind.

It was something she desired. Not for any greater reason. But being seen like that, by him, mattered to her for some reason. A reason she could.... never... quite work out. Clear your mind, Twilight. You're here to help him. Just... roll with it. And help yourself as much as you can.

Spike laid nearly dead on the field of yellow fur, with a body drained muscle strained, struggling against the soft, velvet strands to rise again. It felt strange to be on something living, the ground shifting, with gravity subtly shifting every few seconds.

By the time he defeated his own exhaustion, however, he had done so only in raising and resting his chin on the ground. For whatever reason, the underside of a vertical ocean loomed in the distance and, allowing his eyes to slowly ascend, saw distant teal eyes rise and fill taller and broader than any movie screen ever possible.

“Please tell me you're Fluttershy and not some evil, massive clone.”

The buttery hills of dough meshed together by a great force below, both giant eyelids sliding slowly closed, the plane of fuzz coming to tilt right. “I can assure you, Spike, it's quite me!”

“F-Fluttershy!” Another voice sounded from his side, and when Spike's eyes danced toward them, saw Twilight leaning back. Her hair thrown over her shoulders with half of her shirt tucked out. Her head fell to the left. “We're on your snoot! So when you tilt your head—“

At once, the tilting ground straightened again... though a little too quickly for the two tiny stomachs. “Oh, my gosh! Sorry! I didn't mean—“

“And calm down too!” Twilight rose from the ground only to tuck her legs underneath, sitting down on the back of her legs. “My rump is going to go dead if you keep freaking out like this. The vibrations are a pain!”

“S-Sorry.”

Spike let his face slide fully back into the ground, or rather, against an inch on Fluttershy's snout. Only Twilight could be threatening to a giant a million times bigger than we are. And with us on her body.

Body.

Spike shivered at the realization of being on another's body. On the snout of a girl, with the looks of a supermodel and the physique of... a different kind of model. You're slapping yourself later for that one.

Humour, however, didn't stop his body from shaking. His eyes opened, and his snout took to the light scent of sweet perfume. Feminine. Here was a boy, terrified of touching girls, lying his whole body against one.

Wrong. Evil. Sinful.

“Nngh!” One spasm electrified his body to life, causing him to rise and fall back, scampering away from the massive gaze of the girl. Two giant pools of teal set on him, watching his every centimetre covered, knowing an insect touched her goddess of a body. “I-I! Hahaha! So. Sorry—sorry!”

High above, miles over the vast seas, the arching brows of vistas arched from confusion. One simple act for the girl. It didn't take much effort for Fluttershy to simply raise an eyebrow. But to see such a thing. The bulky muscles behind the soft skin working to lift something so massive.

“Sorry?” Fluttershy repeated the word with confusion, but her expression was that of concern. “But what do you have to be sorry for, Spike?”

“I-I-I... I, u-u-uh... amhmm...”

Spike, at once, then whipped his head over his shoulder. Escaping her gentle gaze, to forget being a something on her body was the plan but, somehow, that plan didn't work out. Not when he saw over the cliff of her snout—to what lurked in the grand vistas away.

It was impossible to see. To fully make the view out. But Spike's gaze struggled to do so anyway. In the distance, two massively round mountains pushed against the field of black fabric—he was so high up as to see them from their top, an area that's squish would be absolute.

He didn't want to do it. His eyes knew better than to try. But the view was just too much to deny. Within seconds his gaze swept down below, to the crevice below the canopy of black fabric, the towering, soft, dimly-lit slit of yellow.

Spike lost his breath at the sight, curling a claw to repress all that ached within him, never before feeling so delightfully hollow in all his life. On either side of the towering slit, the two constrained, buttery mountains wobbled with slightly momentum, their surface glossed in a rich cream delicious to the eye.

How was he supposed to contain himself? Every produced throb of his heart tore at itself, the cut diving deeper with every beat, unable to handle the sight of the distant, looming, magnificent cleavage sprawling on greater than any field that could hope to exist.

Spike's crotch hurt. How could something like breasts be so full and so round, so big and so towering, mountains of butter with a surface made of cream, the tasty kind accentuating the trimmed fur sprawling over them both?

How those two yellow walls considered gravity a 'gentle suggestion' while they sloped slightly backward, tons and tons of soft waves spilling through the gap of a tank top, a desperate attempt of intense sexuality begging to be free.

Spike's claw gripped the fuzz of the snout, clenching it tightly for a second, then relaxing.

It wasn't fair. To be so stacked, to have dense fabric worn so tight, to have melons made into mountains, for each to be so full, so soft, so killing on the eyes. Fluttershy's breasts continued to loom in the blurry distance, their total height the only thing of pure clarity, that, and how the platform they made on the tank top itself looked like heaven to walk across and sink into.

But what was truly fearful was the great beyond.

It was hard to see over the two hills stretching out the planes of black, but even beyond them, the haze of sprawling blue loomed in the vistas afar, two legs, longer than long, reaching the impossibly distant wood at the end of the bed.

Slim, tight, denim jeans, appeasing to the eyes—now a world in of themselves to be explored.

“I-I'm... sorry.”

In a matter of mere seconds, the dragon knew he didn't deserve all of this. To be able to see within the depths of that wonderfully-black tank top to the amazing world tucked within it. Of seeing breaths incomprehensible to the gaze and impossible to record with words.

To be gazing at such things, to be lost within them, all these great and beautiful things, bought with a lie. Even then, another hand started to lie over his own, something soft, something small, the fingers covering only half of the back of his talons.

“I know the shock takes a few seconds getting used to.” Spike turned his head to the side in time to see Twilight sitting down next to him, smiling, crossing her legs while keeping her hand on top of his. Together, they looked into the great distance of Fluttershy's body. “But the view stops being scary after a while, doesn't it?”

Spike slowly looked forward again, not into the depths of the magnificent breasts, but rather, for how the massive body sprawled all around them. In the great distance on either side of them, yellow arms ran like slender pipes over the infinite landscape of the bed.

And, of course, the gentle feeling of having a warm moon behind them, sweet and there, big and giant, but like the moon itself, not at all scary despite its size and proximity. They were gazing at the long expanse of a women's body and appreciating every inch it had to offer.

“When it stops being scary, it starts feeling... sexy, doesn't it?” Twilight convulsed forward in a small laugh, drawing an annoyed expression from the dragon next to her. With her giggling done, she whipped her head over her shoulder, staring up at the massive face looming behind them. “No offence to you, of course, Fluttershy!”

The giant eyes of teal scrunched up pleasantly. “It really isn't a problem.”

But Spike still continued to sigh.

“And I-I'm not just, um, s-s-saying that either.” Suddenly, the wall of yellow matted slightly with moisture. “When you two asked me to do this—or Twilight asked me to do this—and then Spike looked at me, you know, a-at me it, w-w-well...”

Spike finally looked over his shoulder as well, expression still worn down, gazing at the movie theatre of a soft women's face. “F-Fluttershy?”

In a matter of seconds, the ground rumbled with the sounds of a storm blowing our from below, a long, steady exhale capable of knocking down houses. It was a good thing the two were sitting down when it happened, watching Fluttershy's giant eyes starting to slide close.

“Y-You girls... have always called me cute, and sweet, and beautiful and gorgeous.” Her closed eyes then clenched tight, an explosion of movement for the subtlest of motions. “And all of that is really... nice. And all the guys say that too. And that is also very nice. It's all... n-nice.”

Spike didn't know he was standing until his feet had pushed against the ground and, even though he slipped his trembling claw from underneath Twilight's hand, he offered a quick, pleading nod. Her violet eyes seemed to glistened for a second, before her eyes closed as well, and she nodded back.

“But that's... all anyone ever seems to do to me... tell me that I'm sweet... and s-sensitive.” A loud and sharp inhale erupted from the snout below, wind needed to aid the great voice in speaking with courage. “B-But a girl wants to be known for more than just that! I-I want to know that I'm sexy too! That others like my chest. That they, y-you know, s-sometimes get nau... naughty ideas when they see me.”

Spike found himself walking the long and narrow bridge of the massive girl's snout, her mighty eyes hovering higher in the sky the closer he drew, feeling like nothing more than an ant approaching a goddess.

“T-That's why... when you two wanted to use my c-chest and... o-other areas to learn about a women's body... and to get used to it... and to enjoy it that you... that I... that it all felt and feels really good.” Whimpers. Short and squeaky. Cute, and with courage. “S-So when you... go on with your lessons... I want you to f-feel... good... so... so I can... feel... good.”

Spike had to convince his heart not to leap out from his chest upon standing at the front of her snout, the two impossibly big eyes directly looming over the inch he covered, almost like a temple of grand proportions. Lifting a claw, it shivered in the air, inching forward to lay on the cylinder encased behind the wall of skin and fur, but struggling to do so.

Struggling, that was, until another hand pressed against the back of his claw, both of them sinking into the surface of fur. It was soft at first, but upon falling an inch inward, felt the hard cylinder of bone encased behind it.

“Hmmhm?” Fluttershy's colossally round eyes swept open to the seas they encased, settling their might on the two ants perched upon her snout. She could hardly see the specks, but even still, their itch comforted her. “O-Oh...”

Spike felt something arc over his shoulder, feeling a lithe frame rise and rub across his back while Twilight's chin settled on his shoulders, grinning. She gazed up at the giant face to speak with it. “Don't you worry about a thing, Fluttershy! From how the little perv was staring down your tank top—I think you might have found a soul mate for life!”

Fluttershy laughed a hollow giggle. “Well I, u-uh, um...”

“You're free to do with us however you wish while we explore your body! Spike needs to learn how a women body reacts while under... stimuli.” Twilight nodded her head eagerly. “And you deserve to break loose with those mountains you're packing! Just... give us a bit of time to reach inside your tank top first, alright?”

Fluttershy responded with the terrain of her cheeks burning a hard pink.

“And you.” Twilight flicked her gaze to the side of the dragon's face, who glanced back at her. “I wasn't kidding around when I said I was going to help you, Spike. You don't have to feel guilty for staring down Fluttershy's top because she wants you to.”

Twilight stopped for a moment, fighting the urge to say the same of herself, before giving a cough. “I know all of this may be scary at first. But the more time we spend on Fluttershy's body, the more comfortable you'll get. And... don't forget, I'm here with you.”

Spike gulped but nodded all the same.

“Besides, you're far too good looking of a dragon to not get out in the real world and mingle more.” Twilight flushed him a giant smile. “What will this lovely lady think of you if you can't even touch her? You'll need a steady claw to make her feel good.”

Spike gave a hollowed laugh. “Yeah, right.”

Twilight then smiled. “And I'm just the girl to help you get that.”

“And as am... am....” Fluttershy's large eyes blinked, starting to cross at the lifting of her head, the rising her snout. The ground below the yellow fuzz rumbled, something great building. “Oh, no. Oh dear. Please no.”

At once, the tiny couple danced around on the spot and, glanced down at their feet, little tickles and pricks on a sensitive snout. Their heads ascended simultaneously, the one staring at the other, knocking their tiny steps had urged the great nose into sneezing.

“Ah! Ah! AH—oh thank goodness.” Fluttershy lowered her snout again, sniffling through one nostril. Her eyes straightened, happy to daze into the distance. “All those tiny feet tickling my nose made me—AAACHOOO!”

The ground lurched, a rise that tumbled the two onto the bridge between Fluttershy's eyes—before the sharp dive of her snout, powered by the blasting of her sneeze, sent the two flying into the air.

Spike's arms swung around in the air, hoping to reach for something, brushing against nothing, until, a familiar flush of magic tickled over his frame. Within seconds, magic surged beneath his scales, and in a flash, all had gone dark.

Meanwhile, the massive face of Fluttershy wrinkled her snout for a moment, the cutest sounding sneeze whipping the air. She gave a hard exhale, letting her shoulders drop as she shifted into her pillows.

“Oh, bless me!”