Scales in Sensitive Places

Chapters

I - The Back of Rarity's Thong
II - The Crotch of Pink Cotton
[Scrapped Chapter for Interested Readers]
III - Inside Where Dragons Do Not Belong

I - The Back of Rarity's Thong

Scales In Sensitive Places
B_25 & Lazy Reader

~ I ~

The Back of Rarity's Thong

Those tickles of delight drew a surprised moan from her lips, covered, of course, by a quick succession of giggles—each one laced and traced with the sudden lust warming over her body. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, using every second to enjoy the tiny struggles of the miniature dragon posed above the crack of her rump.

It would appear the little stowaway has finally gotten to work.

Rarity opened her eyes to the interior of the restaurant, happy to be seated at the table in the corner of the room, a pond set next to it, the low roar of a waterfall a constant backdrop to her ears. A white cloth covered the table, a vase and a rose set in its middle, two burning wicks placed on either side.

The table, the place, the situation; all perfect, every detail, except one.

Rainbow Dash had yet to arrive.

Always being the curious one, aren’t you? Rarity rested her elbow against the table, opening her palm to rest her chin against. She kept like that, deep in thought, watching the dressed waiters shuffle through the tight gap between the distant tables. Never late for a shift or when you’re called for help. But when it comes to personal matters, well, you certainly become aloof, don’t you?

Rarity devoured this line of thought while oddly aware of the happenings against her rump. Almost imperceptible, but in a way, it made everything delicious. The back of her mind whispered delights in feeling the little dragon resting on the top of her white hills, his little feet sinking across their broad surface.

Despite her reputation for laziness, she gives rather a lot to her duty and little to herself. Rarity scrunched her eyes at feeling a twig of a limb press into the cleft of her derriere, feeling minuscule claws resting on the in-ward curve of each cheek. He struggled to spread her rolling and plump white hills apart for even a second. But that little dragon may get me going before she even arrives. Well, he’ll still be getting with her afterward. Maybe, finally, she’ll submit to herself after that.

Things were rarely that easy. Course not. Even Rarity’s sophistication submitted to the feeling of a wiggly dragon diving deeply into the crack of her flank, shoving two claws through the snug valley, struggling to hold the fuzzy walls of softness apart—kicking his feet above her crack while it slowly devoured him.

Now wasn't that something? Rarity always knew of the crush that poor baby dragon had for her heart. Only, as he grew older, that crush spread to places beyond her heart. She laughed beneath her breath, softly wiggling her rear against the chair, delighting in swaying the dragon caught inside her pants.

Rarity couldn't help but sit up in her chair. Was the dragon really going to go for it? Climbing through the crack of a woman's ass while she sat at some table? The whole ordeal was delicious, and those tingles were teasing to all kinds of degrees.

I suppose we can have some fun while we wait, darling.

She stared over her shoulder and down at her clad-rump, seeing the long skirt covering her bottom. The fabric was, of course, stretched to its every fibre by the size and pressure of her plush butt. Rarity was perfectly aware of how her ass levitated her a few inches from the seat whenever she sat. Others called her a doughy marshmallow.

Her ass was a doughy marshmallow indeed. She took particular delight, upon feeling the little dragon sink to his chest within the depths of her crack, to give a light clench of her cheeks. The feeling… divine! Tons of her bum wobbling against his minuscule frame, rolling her doughy hills over him, further drowning him into her crack.

Rarity hiccuped to hide the low sounds of her pleasure. Swallowing someone else—a dragon much less—into the depths of her ass? Having him hugged and snug between her fuzzy walls, each plump and plush and perfectly curved... something, about that prospect, was dangerously seductive.

Isn't that what the little dragon was here for? Tucked into the back of her darkly-lavender thong and set upon her cheeks while she walked, waiting for the chance, the opportunity, to pry his body into her tight divot all so he may be held by the globes of her wobbly cheeks?

Maybe that was why Rarity allowed her cheeks to split more than usual, imaging a surprised a cry from the dragon as more of his body fell in, claws and arms and head and torso falling into the narrow abyss, seeing only the tall, curving dimly lit sides of her doughy barriers as they sprawled forever downward.

The bottom of her underwear, to him, made into a world.

Mmhmm. Now isn't that delicious? Rarity teased that thought even further with devious intent. With a quick glance around her surroundings, sure no eyes were upon her, she fished a hand down to the bottom of her skirt. There, pressed her palm against the slope of her right cheek—pulling it away from its sister.

It came at once. The feeling of a tiny body falling and crashing into her right cheek, sinking into the plushness until it welled against him, launching him back. Before he had any more chance to fall—she pulled back her hand, allowing her flanks to wobble back into each other, catching and keeping the dragon snug in-between them.

Harder. It was becoming harder to not want to tease the dragon more before her date arrived. How many other girls could say they've lived with the delight of trapping a dragon with something like their ass? At once, Rarity clenched her cheeks together, flattening the dragon between them, smothering him with fluff backed with crushing softness.

And then she let go. Cheeks jiggling to their natural state. Only in inch or so of space keeping them apart. Barely any room for that dragon to breathe. Not that he didn't mind the scent of light perfume doused over her tremendous body.

“Another wine for you, miss?” Now there was a voice that came out from nowhere. Rarity had spent enough of her life with a hand caught inside the proverbial cookie jar to not give herself away so easily nor quickly. “We've yet to take your order should you be ready.”

“My! Awfully kind for you to check on me, darling.” Rarity smiled up at the silver-coated gent standing next to her table, a bottle of wine tucked underneath his arm. She went to speak, the best she could, while enduring the tickles of the dragon diving deeper into her curved crack. “Top me off if you don't mind. But please, hold the notebook until my date arrives, yes?”

Rarity closed her eyes and widened her smile. It wasn't because she was trying to be passive-aggressive—although that was sometimes the case—but that the wiggly dragon in her derriere was dragging struggling against the weight of her cheek. He kept digging his claws into either-or, pushing them apart, the tiny pricks of his talons stabbing her softness in all the right ways.

“But of course, ma'am!” The gent leaned over the table at once, uncorking the bottle while he did so, pouring a steady waterfall of deep purple into the glass set at its center. Rarity continued her widened smile, clenching her cheeks her hardest, effectively stilling the tiny dragon into place. “Oh! And your note has been left with the clerk at the front. The moment Miss Rainbow Dash enters the building, she will be directed to your table at once!”

“Perfect.”

What was this? Rarity glared at her bottom from the side of her body, almost making out the bulge of a tiny against the fabric. Even with her cheeks tightly pressed together, the dragon still wiggled against her walls of softness, digging deeper into her rump, each scratch of his claws setting spots of her fuzz ablaze.

You're doing a good job of getting a lady excited—but you're supposed to stop when I crush you with my rump! Rarity wondered if the dragon thought this was a part of the game. Her crushing him with her ass, in and out, some kind of ruse between them. You keep this up, Spike, and you'll spend the rest of the night crushed by my butt.

But that didn't seem like it was going to be an issue, however, when her cheeks parted again, and the dragon fell to their underside, the bottom of her thong catching him with ease.

The world inside the back of Rarity's panties, a place where Spike had spent fantasizing about, turned out to be much larger in reality. They’d been in the bed back home when the giantess of white hovered before it. She'd given him a simple choice.

Dark thong or blue panties?

When the little dragon had asked why she granted him this choice, all the giant had done was leaned in close, the soft mountains of her breasts swinging against his meagre frame, knocking his form into flying several feet back. She hovered above, giggling at him.

Rarity had called him a silly boy. It was only fair he got to choose her panties—since he would be spending most of the night inside of them. And Rarity had kept true to her word. Once she had slipped the tight article around her shapely hips, a choice set of white fingers came down to collect him.

The giant had the courtesy to blow him a kiss. Then, Rarity brought him around her lower back, the other colossal hand looming below, its fingers tucked beneath her waistband. It pulled back the curved wall of fabric, treating him to the glimpse, the total width and impossible size of the world inside those panties.

Of the tops of those white cheeks, so far below, round like hills and sloping softer than any he'd ever seen. They jiggled, aided by the sway of those massive hips, teasing him to be where all his desires laid.

Not that his choice mattered, of course, when those fingers around him suddenly let go, and he entered a free fall, air rushing, mixed with the warmth the enormous body emitted, the brightness of the white fuzz dimmed once his body had fallen past the waistband. His frame slammed against the inner sides of both of the cheeks, each wobbling his pathetic momentum away, launching him up, wobbling on his impact.

Those lingering jiggles finally starting to settle.

While he rested on the tops of those softy curved white buns, the dragon stared up through the pulled open waistband, a hefty brim somehow held back by the plump and yet slender white fingertips while, above and across the vast expanse of Rarity's back, her massive face hovered from over her shoulder, with an eye closed and tongue stuck out—the last thing the dragon saw before the elastic of the waistband snapped over his head.

The fabric curved inward at once, rolling him over the white hills, keeping him above them as they slowly jostled beneath his back. Far below, the rise and falls of footsteps pounded in the air around him, the reverberation of which could be felt through the giant's body.

It took only a few moments of lying around for the tiny Spike to get settled. The curved wall of the panties hugged Rarity's bottom like the hands of a lover, leaving only a gap of space above her cheeks and nowhere else.

Even peeking over the curve of the two hills, the fabric conformed against their great size so tightly that there wasn't a chance for him to roll over. In the underwear of his crush. Set above her wobbling cheeks. Knowing that, on the other side, something else equally amazing lurked.

Though, however, the only way to Rarity's pussy was through the crack of her ass... and that was a long crawl down.

“Ack!” Spike arched up from his spot at once, coming to shake his head after the impact. Where was he? A quick glance up answered that question—the undersides of two perfectly curved cheeks loomed above his head, a ripple across their majestic surface. “Thought I was going to pop in there.”

Spike did his best to stand and, upon feeling the top of his spines collide into something plush, something which his spines sunk into... decided that standing wasn't the best plan of action. Taking on Rarity's ass had been a losing battle before. Take two wouldn't be any different.

“Looks like she lifted herself a bit.” It was true. Above him, the underside of those white cheeks loomed above, the field of running white fuzz pleasant to the eye. Seeing the bottom of her ass from the base of her panties. “Shame to give such a sight up.”

But then Spike gazed forward, the world dimmed due to the faint light able to filter through the combined articles but providing enough light on the path ahead. The ground of silk narrowed underneath the direct bottom of the titan, two pillars of plush white thigh flanking each side, the passage then curving upward to the second delight of the night.

Spike grinned. Dropping his chest to the ground, he became aware of his erection by how it pressed against the silk, impressing upon the article. It loosely stretched beneath his length, not by a lot, but enough to rub smooth materiel over his quivering growth.

Just what was Rarity doing above? Spike had no clue since he'd been thrown into the back of her panties. She clapped him with her plush cheeks time and again, little shivers rocking her spire of a spine from his antics. Was she sitting at a table right now? Trying to sip excellent wine while a dragon wiggled out from between her cheeks?

Even now, she had no clue about his location. Sure, roughly speaking, the little dragon had to be somewhere in her panties. But as he crawled directly underneath her bottom, the mass of round thigh on either side a treat for the eyes—she could never be sure where exactly in her bottom the dragon crawled. Sit down, and her cheeks may press upon him, flattening over him, tons over tons of plushness—but even that cushioning wouldn't protect him from the full weight of a giant.

Thankfully, however, the little dragon reached the spot of his desires. Turning onto his back, he lay back on the panties, pulled out enough reclined like a cot. Lifting a claw the curved underside of the great white crotch, Spike traced a talon over the sensitive spot—much to the suppressed shriek sounded from somewhere outside his panty prison.

A gust of wind blew over his legs from the other side of the panties, two cheeks smashing into the chair with a mighty clap, the front laid back on suddenly lurched into the air. Spike, however, didn't mind. The crotch of the underwear snapped back exactly where he wanted to be—against the puffy white mounds of the giant girl.

He appreciated the sight. Reclining in the little cot below, he gazed up at the enormous size of Rarity's pussy. Huge. Broad. Each mound covered in immaculate snow fuzz while the bright-pink of the hidden slit contrasted perfectly to everything around it. High, oh so high above, the hood slowly peeked ever outward.

You're one hell of a flirt, Rarity. But doubting I wouldn't be able to get a couple of giants off on the first try? You two may talk a big game, but there are parts about you unable to lie. Spike lifted his claws to the underside of each mound, suppressing a moan at the soft squish behind their touch. But since our date it running a bit late... how about we get something else running about now.

Spike crawled across the landscape made by the curved mounds, indulging in every shiver rocking his climb. Beyond the panties, the giant girl couldn't keep still, unable to hand a tiny dragon crawling across her pussy while she simply sat there. Her belly swaying, spine shaking, little twitches all over from his advances.

But then the world inside those panties dimmed. Spike had reached the pink slit tucked between those mounds when the shadow cast over him. The feeling of those folds rubbing over him, so clean and smooth to the touch, it rocked further aches from his erection.

Though upon gazing over his shoulder, the beating of his heart ceased for a moment, seeing, through the thin fibres of the panties a hazy view of the world beyond Rarity's crotch. Looming and consuming the curved wall of fabric, an immense white hand lurked, held up-side-down, sprawling fingers wiggling in the air, the playground of a palm open to claim the home Spike had just settled into.

“Uh, oh.” Spike flipped his back against the slit, coming to sink between its folds, something slick coating across his scales. His claws retreated, one at a time, from those white tufts to the sensitive pink folds. “H-Hey, Rares! You didn't happen to cast a mind-reading spell after that shrink one, right?”

The answer to that question, of course, was that handing flying forward at the barrier of panties. It pressed into the fabric at once, causing the material to tightly conform to her crotch. Silk fibres beat into Spike at once, pushing him further into the slit, his tail feeling the baking warmth that was the entrance of Rarity's cunny.

Spike took a moment to collect himself as the insurmountable weight steadily applied on his tiny form. Was Rarity really doing this right now? Sitting straight at a table in some fancy restaurant, one arm propped on the table, the other beneath its dangling white cloth, driven inside the realm of her panties, slowly approaching the sloped crotch of her panties?

It was hard to fight such a mental image. The roar of the world filtered through the hefty strands of undies. The distant booms of massive feet cracking like distant thunder. But even they were nothing like the groans, moans, the surprised little yelps echoing through the slim white titan's body. All those sounds resounding like the poor dragon had been tucked inside a clothed-made submarine.

Can't believe all of this is the same Rarity! Spike turned his head with an eye clenched shut, gazing upon the curved wall of dense black fabric. Slender to the eyes and each fibre drenched with a scent. Light spice over something sweet. Perfect for the girl that brewed and contained it. Giving up on being swept away is a Prince is one thing. But to start teasing herself like this at a restaurant?!

But even as that massive wall started to impressive, those slender fingers pressing through the material again, Spike couldn't find it in himself to be angry. How could he? Even when that great wall of dense silk pressed into him, sure, he wiggled and writhed against it—but only to hear the rainfall of sweet giggles booming from above.

Dirty.

Rarity was playing dirty. She must have been when the duo of fingers pressed into the vast distance below, at the start of her slit, something looming several feet away. The top of the panties strained under pressure, the fabric clinging to the slope of her mounds as acres of fibres laid over lands of white fuzz. Thankfully, there was a gap over the slit, the thong not having ridden into it just yet.

I'm starting to think I went over my head when I said I could please the two of them. Far down below, the round and impressed fabric slid upward, ever slowly, rumbling his world. The cute pink of the folds spread slightly apart as the panty-covered-fingers dug deeper into the slit, a carved path raising toward him.

Spike watched all this happen down between his feet, feeling his heart struggling to beat correctly, unsure like his mind what to do. He wiggled against the slit—much to the low moans above and beyond—and found not purchase in ever slipping out.

And even if he did slip out... to what end? Being a tiny bugle against those great panties clinging to her supple mounds? Those lands of white were soft to the touch, the perfect kind of squish to lie against... but keeping that way for the rest of the night was the wrong kind of humiliating.

At least, for now.

Spike did something he hadn't quite been expecting to do so soon. Rolling slightly in-between the folds, he gazed through the tight skin to the opening behind him. The entrance of Rarity's cunny, towering and wide. Okay, maybe only wide to him. But it scared him to know how easily he could be tucked away behind her silt, entrapped by the heft and snowy mounds bunched together, keeping even the pink of her slit hidden behind it.

Caught inside the opening of Rarity's cunny while she went about her night, at her entrance and trapped there, all without entering her pussy. He was delightfully fearful about that. Knowing quite a fall inside her cunny would be required to reach that not-so-small hole down below.

Was that it? Rarity's desire? To force the little dragon in her panties to crawl into her cunny, willingly, to struggle to push through and fall in? Knowing the only other place for him to go was within the depths of her pussy, a tunnel of light steam, pleasant spice, undulating only to his minuscule gaze?

His job had been to get her off, of course, and maybe she got greedy with that desire alone.

But when the impressed fabric flew toward him, it didn't so much press down on him, but rather, push him up, letting his back collect with slickness, allowing him to slide with ease up the long, lightly-pink slit.

“Excuse me, sir?” That voice. It rocked the air all around him. The voice of the giant lady finally speaking, reverberating through the tremendous length of her body. It came strongest from her belly. It scared the little dragon how softly-loud her voice could be. “It seems you've reached for the right bottle. But could you fill that other glass? To the top, if you will.”

To the top? Spike took a moment to groan while the rest of his body had been pushed to the top of the curve, lying back, panting, while his body ached lightly. The impressed wall of black smoothness pulled away into the horizon, drawing from the sprawling mounds on either side, leaving them puffing up over him.

Something soft was pressing into the top of his head.

Spike arched his shoulders over and turned his head around, gazing up at the sight he never expected to see on this girl—much less on this size. Above, the hood of her clit poked out from its hiding place, teasing, with slow reluctance, to reveal what it hid.

But the underside was still exposed. The smooth bottom of that densely packed ball of nerves, smooth to the eyes and covered in white fuzz, throbbing, almost in an attempt to peel away its hood. Rarity's clit had come out from its hiding place, pleading, to the small one trapped with it, to be pleased.

You've become a naughty girl after all, haven't you, Rarity? Spike flipped onto his front, enjoying the skin of the folds rubbing against his sides while he did so. Their tops hugged him loosely here, enough to hold him but not enough to prevent him from wiggling about, something neither soul, large or small, would mind at all. Having an itty-bitty dragon work on your clit while you eat dinner with your date. Be careful now. You don't want me thinking I'm only a toy.

Thoughts like those kept him going on. Clasping his claws on the sides of the hood, he pulled his chest over the packed ball, not even able to cover its front with his size. Barely bigger than a women's clit. Spike's cock twitched. At least the embarrassment of being tiny was worth it to something.

Earthquake. The first contact was a test that nearly made the rest impossible. Spike blinked his eyes after having caught the clit out from its wink, hugging it tightly against his chest while his claws stroked across its sensitive surface, expelling his tongue to do work over the ball.

But where he had held onto the ball of sexual bliss to work, within seconds after the first contact, soon found himself hugging onto it for his life. In the giant world beyond the panties that contained him, a prolonged squeal erupted from the lady he was set to serve, trembles quaked through the mass of her body, the arching of her shapely hips rocking back and forth, milking the pleasure oozing from her pussy, giving the dragon a ride for his life atop her clit.

Oh shit! Too good! Did too good! Spike nearly yelped when his body flew out from the tucked tightness of the slit and flung into the air, aware the hips that structured his word had flicked into the air, thrusting into something imaginary and not there. Y-You gotta be kidding me! Here I was worried she would be too big to please... when I'm about to get shot out her pussy because I did too well!

It killed Spike to know that this was nothing, of course, to the living landscape beyond the waistband of the panties. Those many vistas above, the size of the giant girl simply shivered in the spot, yelping aloud, rocking and rolling her plump, skirt-clad rump against the expanse of the chair, covering mere inches to what would be miles for him.

How the curve of her pussy tilted back and forth, the rest of the giant unable to handle the electricity his work coursed through her. Something so small done, able to evoke the rocking of a world in response. It took a few seconds of clutching to that clit, while the massive ass rolled its plushness back and forth until the strained voice of another giant spoke in the distance.

Spike's body flew and smacked into the clit, causing another shudder of the giant while the beams that were white thighs clumped closer. He struggled to see their details through the thick fibres of the sides of the thong, only that, their magnificent size loomed in the distance, devouring any possible sight of anything beyond—including the skirt that encased the world within the world.

His tiny body clung around the exposed clit, almost like a lizard hugging in a curve over a rock, huddling as close as he could do it. Saved by something like that to the rest of Rarity's sexuality. What would happen if she moved her legs? Crossing them, the rolling tides of her thighs, plush and white, splashing against the confines of her panties, drowning him even deeper or smothering him with something even softer than her already playground-sized mounds?

Yeah, right! What is this, Rarity? Your way of scaring me with how big your body is? Spike knew it was pointless to be fearful about getting crushed by something like her thighs. He'd find a way to enjoy it, to get out of it, this battle between a dragon and mere parts of a woman's body. Told you I was up for the job. And when it's because of me Rainbow gets in your bed. You're letting me pick out your outfits for the next week!

But then came the drip. And the drop. The dampening of fuzz and fabric. The tiny dragon guided his body over the white nub, hugging it and sliding himself over its surface, it now his purchase on the quaking women. Those sounds, however, stole him away from his heated efforts.

Heated. It'd become heated since he first slipped inside of Rarity's thong. It'd been cool at first, that was, until the underwear had conformed tightly to Rarity's lady bits. The plush curvature of her doughy white cheeks as the material rode into their cleft, warming the narrow passage of smooth black. The crotch of the article had been the same, something cool brought over something natural warm, tasked with keeping in the heat but also warming in the process.

But as that pussy rolled down to the chasm far below, more of its slit peeked out from between the mounds, hungering to life. Perhaps it sensed the treat that had been placed with its cage. Or maybe it was unaware of the tiny dragon perched upon the clit above it. Either case, the lips of skin parted akin, the folds lazily falling apart.

Spike blinked. The warm air inhaling into his snout mixed with a tinge of something else. Musk. Building and thick. Richly in its scent. Light moans thundered from above once more and, when he gazed up from the underside of the clit, Spike admired the thatch of silk tufts rising above. Pubic fuzz. Waist height and done in violet. Each swirl drinking and locking the scent inside her underwear, permeating the smell back in thicker density.

A sauna of womanly musk, contained within the crotch of her panties, growing ever hotter and thicker.

Drip. Drop. Drip.

Spike took a moment to pull his gaze away from the broad field of violet tufts, surprised Rarity of all girls would keep herself so long below the waistband—but quickly understanding why. She'd kept herself trim at the least. But also wanting to give a bit more to the dragon that would be sharing the space and the smell within her panties.

Whether she did this to help or harm him, he had no clue.

Only that gazing down the slope of the slit, following its curve to the end, he saw the base of her pussy visible. Tick droplets oozed out between her folds, dripping, slowly and one at a time, pelting the slope of the fabric below. Spots covered by liquid. Black being darker. The smell worsening in the most pleasant of ways.

“Well? What are you waiting for, darling?” the low growl of her voice scared Spike in all the right ways, the slight shifting of her hips ceasing. They kept still. Spike doubted the world would remain that way for long. “Aren't you going to do me some more?”

“T-The very top, miss?”

“Please do so.” Rarity's thundered her laughter. “We have a long night ahead of us. Ever drop and every inch matter, I assure you. So please... keep going.”

Spike answered the voice filtering through the curved realm of the panties by focusing back on the clit. His wish of rolling across pubic violets and drinking in their smell would have to wait for another time. And disappearing into the depths of Rarity's cunny meant he might not be seen for the rest of the night.

And there was still another girl left to please.

Rarity had every intention of crushing that little dragon then and there, crossing her legs or patting her pussy, anything at all to put him to rest. But those tickles. Little tingles against her slit that coursed through her spine. Celestia, I can barely handle it.

A refined lady sitting by her lonesome, with a dragon lodged within the depths of her panties, playing with her pussy while she struggled to keep still and silent. Obviously, it'd stopped working when the miniature rascal clung his body around the ball of her clit. Her eyes drifted shut and her hips thrust into an imaginary lover.

That was until her very real one came through the door, not at all dressed for the occasion.

You better put her through the same agony I've endured, Spike. Rarity had half a mind to lower her skirt, pull open the front of her thong with her thumbs, glaring into the tiny's world. She was a giant but with her power taken away. Helpless while he worked her clit, teased the lips of her folds, all while she had to clasp her hands over the table, pretending her pussy wasn't on fire. All that teasing because you full well know I can't simply shove a hand down there and finish the deed myself. That was meant to be of the finest black silk. Ruined, thanks to you.

But even then. That subtle blush nipping at her cheeks had yet to fade away. The rolling fuzz over her body, electrified and standing tall. She was in the mood, all right, the shallow side of arousal that could only go on from one place from here.

The entrance to the restaurant dipped a few steps but, and then, she watched Rainbow's gaze slowly carry on over to her. Rainbow had been standing before the reception counter—though merely 'standing' had been an inadequate descriptor. Rather, her lithe frame hunched over the curved wood, fist jabbing past it.

Rarity placed her elbow on the table again, allowing her thighs to close in a little more, feeling her other hand reach to the slim waist of her glass of wine. Twirling but one finger around it, she lifted its glass base from the white cloth. The humdrum of chatter and the clicking of plates persisted in the background.

Always having to make a scene, that one. Her shoulders tensed and her thighs shuddered, the small tugging on her folds steadily bearing more weight. Rarity couldn't help but leaned back in her seat, gazing down at her white skirt. Beyond it, underneath black panties, that little rascal slid down her slit. But then again, that's exactly what I'm craving, is it not?

Rainbow looked ready to grab the fellow sitting behind the desk by the collar by the time her eyes finally swept over to hers. The tension in her face melted away at once. A frown turned upside down and a genuine sweeping of joy few this later-on in life were capable of.

“Yo! Rares! You're here after all!” Rainbow had fallen a few steps back while waving her hand about, almost like a kid being picked up from school. She took a few steps forward, the fellow rising from the desk and coming to the opening at its side—only for her palm to block his path as she walked by. “Not that you wouldn't be here! Though that I would be at a different here—sort of!”

Rarity leaned lower into her hand while the other placed her glass back on the table. The same finger holding it instead went up, up onto its rim, tracing circles over its narrow width. I'm sure the rest of tonight will go splendidly.

“Hey! Sorry! Here now! Sort of!” Rainbow had jogged up the wooden steps to the floor, foot skipping over the last step as it awkwardly slipped across the ground. Yelps escaping her, blue arms twirled around while her frame rocked back and forth, feet set to dancing while she fought to straighten herself. “A-Ack! D-D-Don't mind me!”

The white finger stopped tracing the rim of a glass. Rarity fought to stand up, ready to charge a spell should need be. Much to her morals, the sight of the stumbling Rainbow—bumping into the table and flying past other—drew a different kind of pleasure already brewing from her loins.

Always such a try-hard at the things that mattered so much to her; perfect in execution to matters she didn't value. Self-conscious ever her enemy whenever a performance was required of her. Thankfully to Rainbow, however, her self-conscious was always endearing—in a cute sense.

“Hauuaah! Ah-ha! There we go! Nothing to see there—here.” Rainbow shook her head with a throw of prismatic strands, walking beside the table. “Or anywhere! All of that is in nowhere now. Yup. Nowhere and nohow or any of that. Hehehe.”

Even as Rainbow stood next to the table she couldn't keep still. Hands scratching at her throat and the other against her neck. Her feet shuffled on the spot. Raising up only to step down in the same place. For whatever reason, it looked like she had forgotten to breathe.

“So uh. Date night then. Right?” Rainbow leaned back, further than what seemed comfortable, like she was trying to get away from the table without leaving. Rarity had kept still, letting her finger fall from the rim of the drink. “Was supposed to bring flowers. Or something. Maybe you were meant to bring me flowers?”

Her eyes squeezed shut upon that utterance. The intensity of the berating behind them could almost be pricked by Rarity's ears. She hadn't realized she'd been smiled this whole time, that was, until the muscles in her cheek ached from holding something genuine for far too long. It'd been a while since she smiled for such a long time—or felt so stimulated below the skirt.

“Darling, if it helps, I brought you something far better than a rose to lift your charm.” One of Rainbow's clenched eyes fought to open a slit, the pink glow of her eyes settling on what laid before her gaze. Rarity smiled while holding up her glass of wine, tilting it toward her. “The taste may be strong, but the effect will be stronger.”

“Drinking already? You sure about this?” Rainbow's eyes blew open while her shoulders shot down, a foot sliding to the side, a shaky hand settling on her hip. “I've already made a fool out of myself before the date even started. Don't you think drinking is going to make me, y'know, fooler? Foolish? Fool... damn.”

Rainbow covered her face with her other hand. “My tongue is twisting me up. I-I don't usually speak like this!” Her hand fell away from her face, which now looked like it had gained a few years on the skin. “We used to be casual friends before this. You know I don't usually speak dumb. Well, no.”

Rarity continued to watch her date struggle, long since having lost her smile, though a mix of concern and amusement stole her expression. The tingling in her pussy persisted. All of this was becoming rather absurd and harder for her mind to control.

“I've spoken kind of dumb, but not this kind of dumb, ya dig?” Rainbow blinked upon saying that. Then she sucked her cheeks inward and proceeded to bite upon them gently. Her head came to tilt slightly. “You may want to put the glass down. Drinking is just gonna make a bigger fool out of me.”

Rarity had decided the show had run on long enough. “But of course! The wonderful thing about drinking, however, is that you care less about being foolish.” She leaned slightly out of her chair, pressing the rim into Rainbow's lips. “In fact, it can make you enjoy it more too. That's how memories are made. Self-consciousness is the enemy to the art of living.”

Rainbow gazed into the pool of sweet purple, still looking unsure, but letting her lips settled against the rim nonetheless. “Still don't think this is a good idea. But if it's what you want you want, then you hold half the blame for whatever happens next. Deal?"

“But of course, darling!” Rarity licked her lips at that. But the other half is going to be held by our dear Spikey. You've always had a crush on us both. And now it's the time for this happy trio to finally start what it should have begun long ago.

Now, however, was the time to strike. The world slowed down for a moment while Rarity retreated inside the coolness of her mind. It registered everything. The growing tingles resonating from her crotch. A dragon willing to take more risks, do more, to please her. He did his job well.

And next to her? Rainbow had swept her hand over the glass, taking it and tilting it back, letting a steady torrent of dark-purple cascade into her mouth. Little bugles passing down her throat. The relaxing of her shoulders settling in.

Then her eyes swept shut while she lifted the glass more, intending on finishing the glass, leaving but few seconds for the plan to work. Rarity's glowing sapphire eyes swept across the environment. None of the surrounding tables focused on her. For a few seconds more, she was invisible, and that would be more than enough time to do the deed, quite indeed.

Hope you're ready to explore a land of cotton, Spikey-Wikey. So, devious. So bold. So delicious. Not a modicum of shame to be held as Rarity dived her hand through the tight waist of her skirt, fingers digging through clinging waistband of her thong, their tips becoming slick as they felt the heat that had been brewing. Though it must have been like a sauna for you down there. Not that you minded in the slightest, did you?

Rarity closed her eyes for a second. Curse it. Heat rolled off from her slit, the sensitive skin quivering underneath her touch. Never had she felt so... big. But having so tiny caught by her pussy, a little dragon making her underwear into a world unto its own. Somehow, her fingers became like pillars, her body bigger than any building.

It made her wet like no other, the fingers tracing over her slit, backing then flying, once then twice, delighting in the divine shudders it drew from her loins. Touching herself like this, a lady seated in public, her date standing at her side. Those fingers twirled inward at the thought, fighting to not impale her tight hole. Sophistication be damned and the dam full of pleasure be nigh.

How must it look to the dragon? Seeing the world inside those panties opened up, the peeling of a hefty waistband, a body made into a world; a crotch now a personal playground. Fingers like pillars describing from the air, slender and sprawling, nails refined, those perfect things searching to pluck him from her personal place.

Those thoughts might have ended the night of bliss early for her, that was if her fingers hadn't reached the bump before it reached her base. It was almost with disappointment her fingers rolled over his short form, collecting him from her slit though, for his efforts, dragging him across the slope of her panties while she pulled him upward.

While she also stood upward as well.

“Now now,” Rarity said with her hand falling to the side, not bothering to hide the little one she held. His frame struggled against her curled fingers, the quarter-inch of his head free from their grip, allowing him to see everything freely. “Just a sip would have sufficed. But now you've downed my glass!”

Rarity knew the effect her words would have. Chatter and clicking glasses persisted in the background, light keys of a piano fading into the air from a distance. Before her, the blue girl's eyes shot open and, with a cough, she choked on the wine.

Startled and dazed; according to plan.

“The rest of that wine my darling?” Celestia! The anticipation killed her! Even with the dragon out from her thong, her thighs still rubbed together, meshing over her crotch, failing to put out the fire that had been started there. “I intend to drink back every ounce.”

Now was it. Rarity took a step forward, her arm around the waist of the other girl, winking a final time to the dragon entwined by her fingers. In bringing her hand against the lower back of Rainbow, Rarity delighted in the exposed blue fuzz rising against her palm.

“Draw close, darling.” With a hand around Rainbow's waist, the taller girl drew her in close, other hand lifting to the cute blue chin, tilting it up, just enough, for her plunging lips to meet their mark. Rainbow stiffened in her hold, dazed and perhaps afraid, yet not backing away. “Mmhm... this is the part where you're supposed to kiss back... mmh!”

Rarity had retreated those precious inches to swing her remark, though her gaze flew up and eyelids shot down at the smaller girl bridging that distance. She could sense it. How Rainbow had to rise onto the tips of her toes, the ones into those long, fashion boots.

How adorable... I could practically melt.

But a few blinks cleared all that. Melting wasn't an option, at least, not yet. With the other girl locked into the kiss, tipping her tallest and losing herself to the fullest—now was the best time to strike. Rarity's free hand fell to the side, but didn't keep there long, snaking behind Rainbow.

And by that, of course, she meant Rainbow's behind.

Hopefully, this will prove as engaging to you as it is to me, little darling. Within a few seconds, the kiss came to cease, the two lovers inching away—with reluctance. Knowing now was the time, the taller girl threw herself against the other, bodies touching, chests pressing, her head hovering over the smaller shoulder.

Rarity couldn't help but see things like how Spike would, when she gazed down the long expanse of Rainbow's back, a black tank top sprawling down, coming short inches above her frame. In that patch of blue fuzz, a dot of purple wiggled, a dragon struggling against tufts of fluff—utterly adorable.

Though not for much longer.

Hope you're ready for that land of cotton, darling.

“Oh, my! What's this? The Rainbow Dash willing to display affection for moi in public?” Rarity's head snuggled into Rainbow's shoulder, rubbing her cheek down and against the side of her neck. Shiver through blue skin. Frozen. “It's okay because none are looking this way... but... mmhmm... if that's going to be the case. Why not peek at my future treat?”

Rarity wished to have seen the confusion washing over her lover's face, though that one act of beauty would have to go to waste. Rather, her gaze lingered on the more delicate parts of the women. Most noticeably, the two round, plump cheeks, filling out the back of those shorts.

What Rainbow lack to Rarity in plush and ample size, she beat in tightness, a derriere beyond delectable. The smooth curves of those rolling hills as they shifted against the other. There was a cavern there. The cleft between them ditching the word 'narrow' for something even tighter.

What's this? She's smaller than I thought—but in a good way.

Rarity had then sent her free hand to the back of those shorts, moaning underneath her breath at the suffocation, non-existent gap between waistband and skin. Her fingers had slipped even further, cotton, rubbing against her tips.

And when she tugged them both back, at least by an inch, the sight within was too much to take. The tops of those cheeks lurked beneath a sea of darkness, the hue of their blue the only thing viable through the shadows. That, and how tightly they clung together.

Rarity nearly felt a twinge of guilt of turning the inch-tall dragon in her fingers, which she moved away from the back, allowing him to dangle over the opening of the pulled out shorts and underwear. His tiny figure remained still for a moment, his gaze catching to the chasm looming below. Within a second, all of his limbs swirled through the air while he swung back and forth in Rarity's hold.

He's acting as though I'm feeding him to Rainbow Dash's rump. The latter, of course, had thrown her head straight at the opening of her shorts, keeping deadly still. Struggling to move. Letting her lady friend do as she pleased. And perhaps he's not wrong for the course.

Time was running out. But the sight was too precious to end so soon. Out of all the colours of panties for Rainbow Dash to wear, she had settled for hot pink against a dark blue, little dots of brighter hue exploding across the fabric. Oh, the sensitivity a girl like Rainbow holds beneath the surface.

But then came the matter of the dragon tucked between her fingertips, slowly being lowered to the nearly imperceptible slit between those two firm cheeks. Rarity repressed the shivering of her spine by clenching her shoulders down. The taut muscles beneath those curved blue hills understood the perfect mixture between muscle and mass, each one looking to be made of the tightest dough possible.

Now why are you getting so fearful now, Spikey? Isn't your dream to get into all of our panties? To explore them while we wear them tightly? Wedged between our cheeks; pressed against our pussies? Or could it be you've met your match after all?

Rarity's expression turned sinister as the weight of her gaze caused the dragon to quickly descend. Her pussy still burned because of him, an itch deep within her cunt unable to be scratched, no tiny body to be thrown or crushed against it—then left inside a cum-lathered cunny as punishment to rearing a lady up but never getting her off.

The little dragon had kept true to his big words. She'd never expected him to tease her like that, for something so little with actions barely perceivable to play with her pussy and her mind in ways that were divine. But she wasn't going to let him win.

Oh, no.

Maybe that's why her smile took for a grin when, instead of dropping that dragon and letting him fall through that gap between fabric and body, watching him fall backward as the shadow inside those panties consumed him—the firm blue glutes smacking into his back, jiggling only a little, unlike how her plush white cushions had wobbled his full all away.

But what's the fun in committing the same torture twice? That dragon was going to suffer in the most enjoyable way possible. Leaning in close to her lover to justify the next act, Rarity sent her fingers inside the back of that waistband, holding the dragon now pinched between thumb and index finger.

I've seen all those times you've peeked at this backside. Rarity turned her head up while her sinister intent beamed into the back of Rainbow Dash's panties, the curved gap above those blue cheeks not very broad. Though that made everything better. Rainbow has always had the tightest booty of us all. And you're going to fit into her coin-slot rather nicely, aren't you?

Author's Note

The best clients, I think, are those equally perverted as me. Where the ideas are ones I would have easily imagined myself—though never quite the same. In terms of Lazy Reader, I think I've found a pervert and a friend in a strange sense of harmony.

The idea spawned while needing to take a break from another fic, Under the Hood, which was more story and scenery based than rather... ya know, lewds. Upon hitting the 10K mark, the pervert in me desired something outright naughty to mess around with.

Lazy and I have a file dedicated to possible ideas we could do. Upon skimming them over for something that could be done straight away, this idea struck my fancy. It looked rather short. Maybe knocked out in a night or two?

What was supposed to be done in 10K quickly became over 20K.

I'm really tired upon the writing of this, but as I'm sure most of my readers are aware, there is one person I consider the master and the king and the ruler of macro and micro. There are other good artists for different fandoms that nailed different aspects of this 'genre.'

But only one person nails it so perfectly as him.

I am, of course, speaking about the big dog NC MARES/Raps. It's to this person that got me into micro and macro in the first place—as strange as it is to say something like that—and it has been my goal to produce something even within the vicinity of the quality of their work.

Of course, the cover art for this story, the sheer amazingness behind it, easily exceeds the quality of this story. But it was important in slowly discovering a new kind of prose when it comes to tackling writing micro and macro.

I hope you will continue with me throughout this story.
~ Yr. Pal, B

II - The Crotch of Pink Cotton

~ II ~

The Crotch of Pink Cotton

Spike hadn't been sure when the hyperventilation started, only that it occurred around the time his minuscule frame hovered over the monolithic opening of shorts, cotton panties held against pure denim, revealing the cage he soon would be lost within.

He lost his gratitude for his draconian grace of vision, seeing that rolling sea of shadows rising beneath the waistband of those panties. Two cheeks. Wonderfully blue. One twitching at being laid bare. Fresh air gushing into a place so warm and toasty. Hot buns. Rainbow's buns. Looking fun.

But the problem with being in a tiny in a world of giants was how parts of those massive creatures, once small not of much notice, now suddenly became worlds unto themselves for him. Those rounded fields with longer strands of blue. Celestia, how his cock ached at the sight.

And when the long white fingers holding him, pinching him in place, started to dip... those two heavenly cheeks weren't going to be just a sight for much longer. Spike's eyes dashed open and close repeatedly. Was he seriously about to get stuffed down the back of Rainbows undies, caught by the tightness of her booty, all while she lingered on... unaware.

When those fingers dipped beneath the waistband, the fabric rising nearly like a dome, that conclusion slipped into reality. Even more so when those colossal tips of white impaled into the narrow crack born of the bottom's embrace, and even then, those pillars struggled to part the seas of wobbly blue globes.

But even still, the fingers dug deeply into the cleft, each slowly spreading from the other, pulling back tons of jiggly goodness. Space appeared at the top of the slit, a small enough gap like a playground to Spike, one he was lowered into, painfully aware the walls here were more malleable than the distant dome of the panties.

That wasn't enough. Oh no. Not even when the fingers guided his feet to where the cheeks still hugged, the fuzzy walls swallowing him, feet to his legs slipping in, belly and chest set to be devoured. That didn't happen though. Instead, the fingers let him go, the wobbly cheeks now doing their job, firm and plush, welling over his crotch. Blobs of blue taut blue fat leaning welling over his shoulder, sinking him deeper into the coin-slot of booty with their soft and hefty weight.

Tucked between the two cheeks with only his head above the two sprawling tops of blue, the dragon wiggled in place, twisting and groaning, half-hoping to escape from his jiggly confines. But when a hum roared from above. When he was forced to throw his head back, to the sky of panties above then to the sky beyond, the little almost wanted to cry at precisely what he found.

Rarity's smug expression. Distant and hazy. Its colossal size and vistas of distance between them denied any sort of clarity on his beloved Rarity. Only the smug, ill-intend radiating from her perfect face, like the blue glow around the moon, radiating ever closer to his tiny world filled with booty cheeks.

With a collection of massive fingers still flatly tugging the waistband of that world open, the other hand, a set of two fingers, came to hovering above him. They waggled in the spot, left and right, as if informing him the end was nigh.

She... won't do it.

Spike shifted sideways again, working his caught arms between the dough cheeks, resulting in only wobbles across the immediate blue mass. The tiniest section of fat coursing with little ripples from his movement. Here he was, a tiny dragon unable to take on a girl's massive ass.

Those fingers stopped wagging above. Collecting together, middle and index side by side, they then dropped with sudden force. They slammed against the top of his body, burying him deeply into the crevice, the sloped sides the cheeks jutting upward in response.

“Simply marvellous darling!” Those quaking booms of the voice came muffled now, far more than ever before. If it weren't for its great pitch, the dragon doubt he would have been able to hear it at all. Much less buried into the depths of Rainbow's crack. “Just as tight as they appear! It kills my legs to think about how they would feel clenched.”

Clenched! In the few moments of truly being tossed into the darkness, the long slits of Spike's eyes tightened, allowing him greater clarity of his surroundings. From what he could tell, he'd reached the part where the pressing walls had straightened out, meaning he reached the end of their curve that started from the top.

But he was caught! Not a gap of space to be found while the two cheeks of booty were set on devouring him. They gripped him tightly, a firm, squeezing hug that groped him viciously and promised he wouldn't fall anytime soon. The globes swallowed him so smoothly that the white finger above, the one parting them still above, could no longer reach his head.

Spike groaned. Back against one cheek; front against the other. Pinned with no hope of escape. Shuffling and shifting only jiggled the globs of firm fat in a returning rub that brought about a new definition to the word 'torture.'

His cock. Long and hard and teased for too long. Erect and pressed against his abdomen, underside slipped in the middle trench between his abs. Sandwiched between the utter hardness of muscles and the absolute softness of fuzzy cheeks.

Worst was how alone she left him. That though the waves of furry blue gripped and sucked him deeper, how that prim white finger slid slowly out from the cleft, letting more waves of blue roll over above, taking away the light while collapsing the cave on top of him.

Once the finger had pulled out from the crack, the dragon knew now he was impossible to be seen. Should anyone have peeked over at the cheeky deed being done, all they would see is a crevice of Rainbow's bum, rolling upward into two hills of blue on the other side, letting none know of the secret stuck deep in-between.

“R-Rares! Are you seriously doing this out here!” Though none would be able to see him, the dragon could make a slice of sight of the world above the two cheeks, of the white finger pulled out by a hand of blue—another that came over the hand holding the shorts open. With a pull, the waistband snapped shut, the elastic an electric sound, a closing of a wonderful cage. “Just how much of that wine did you have to drink before I even got here?!”

It was strange. The distant growls of thunderous voices. Muffled and assaulting the thickness of the dome of denim—its pitch never permitted to enter. Between the cheeks, the tiny dragon yelped as the left wall fell and the right one rose, his stomach lurching as titanic hips shifted.

That was all that happened. Rainbow Dash had leaned onto her left hip, the cheeks of blue fuzz rolling with the movement, the dragon bending more onto the lowered cheek while the top one weighed down on him harder. Sandwiched, with tons of tush running over his pressed cock.

I'm... not going to live through this... am I?

Rainbow Dash hadn't been sure what to feel when she saw her date, when her feet decided to get locked in a stumbling dance, or when her mouth had played her for the nervous fool that lurked only an inch beneath her skin. Downing that wine had made her feel fine; a kiss to lose all her stress.

But having Rarity opening the back of her undies and stick a finger inside was another matter entirely. Rainbow clenched her eyes at the contact. Oh, how she fought to not wiggle her booty around, giving it a soft sway to discharge all that nervous energy—the tiny trembles, a ripple across her dunes of blue.

When had Rarity gotten so carefree with her public encounters? Sure, they'd taken the corner seat with no eyes set on them. But to pull out the back of her shorts—much less glimpse at the hot-pink panties she'd adorn—was a shift in character that sat Rainbow's bravado from playing its part.

Don't lose yourself... don't lose yourself... don't lose yourself! Rainbow threw her head back with a chin tilted high. Usually, she prepared herself a moment before meeting someone to better stack her hand of cards. But she'd been jogging. And late. Showing up and playing the fool. Rarity is just casually dipping her finger between your flanks! No big deal! Just a kiss and a reach around that nearly ANYBODY could see if they happen to glance this way!

Was Rainbow supposed to play it off? Make a joke or clench her cheeks, preventing blood from pumping into the finger? Or would that make her seem to cheap? She was the Rainbow Dash, after all. Dating a girl like her, advancing in the steps of a relationship... each one was supposed to be a milestone, accomplished in scaling a mountain rather than a step.

Get back and whip out that hand? Smack a cheek and puff her own? That only if she was offended. The truth of the matter was that she became blue butter. Her glute was intense, and soft, though never before had the idea of shoving a finger in-between them so see how tight they were had never been a possibility.

And Rainbow was delighted at it. Having the narrow cleft of her butt slowly and slightly pushed apart with those fingers dug in, struggling a little more with every inch sunk, all while she had kept her butt lax. She wasn't a marshmallow. Firmness was all she had to rely upon.

Which Rarity enjoyed to the fullest by those little moans caught in her throat... and Rainbow enjoyed it too... but knew giving it all away too soon would make her weak. She couldn't have that! At least, not so quickly... not so easily.

That's why she batted that excellent hand away, not out of shame, but not wanting to be blamed for enjoying it.

“How much wine did I drink? Well, none at all if you must know.” Rarity's pulled back and towered above, a solid head and a few inches above. Not that Rainbow minded. Especially when her face hovered before the front of those plump white breasts, straining the material of her top, their size and shape perfectly defined by the tight fabric. “But I have been acting rather foolishly these past few months, haven't I? If that's the case, then let's just say my life has been drunk on wine, shall we? Now now. Let us... take our seats.”

She had said that funny. Not that Rainbow was going to say anything. Every ounce of her will set on stopping her hands from taking those glorious clad mounds, each entirely full and buoyant, craving to stuff her face between their middle.

There came that itch again. The one flicking at her sweaty blue pussy. Her body still warmed from the jog and keeping warm for other reasons. Yet, the taller girl returned to her seat. And Rainbow did the same—but feeling strange.

That's odd. Rainbow fought her brow from narrowing while she walked, now more... perfectly aware of the rise and drop of her cheeks. They twisted and shifted against something tiny—a tugged rope of her underwear buried into the surface of her cleft. It felt strange... but not unpleasant. Like a pebble stuffed between her cheeks, rolled over by them. Somehow, it tasted delicious, making her tiny bum bigger than usual. Did she tug at my underwear while she was back there? Not that it matters. I can just sort it later.

And with that, and with a slow step in her walk, Rainbow Dash came to her side of the table, hovering her rump over the seat and prepared to sit down.

Spike had gotten in over his head.

He knew it the second those towering cheeks started to shift. When the walls of fuzz blue rose and then dropped with each colossal step of a monolithic foot. To know it loomed and lurked so far below, a structure instead of a leg, somehow able to shift the building that was this girl.

Giant. There simply was no other word for it. Least none Spike was capable of.

What was going on outside? Spike could hardly tell from his spot nestled deep within the crack of the purple rump. To gaze outward as to see the vertical fields of blue sprawling outward, curving lightly, collecting into a different plane of mass in the beyond.

Even then. What he could see through the slit between the cheeks were acres of hot pink strewn in a curvature soft yet significant to the eyes, spreading to the sky and down to the sea, sideways, either way, to different lengths of different worlds. Underwear set over two blue planets.

All of this, stabbing, beneath Spike's scales.

But even then he was tantalized. Watching the outward rise and drop of those cheeks, working against the stretched out fields of underwear. None of this should have possible, the scale of everything contained in so small a mind. Crushing the poor dragon into bouts of horniness his pinned body couldn't hope to express.

That sway. The shift of an ass matched by the push and pull of a waist. Any wandering eyes set on Rainbow's booty saw it from the outside. The dragon, however, saw how it looked from inside a swaying tush. How the dome of underwear slide left and right while those cheeks weight harder against it, that immaculate curve of fabric somehow restrained its considerable weight—but not without impressing its shape from the pressure it bore.

But then those cheeks spilled further out than usual. Spike blinked as a gap opened between their slit. He slid forward, falling toward the opening of blue—where the pink undies started to become grounding. Should he fall toward it? Nonsense! That layer of cotton supplement the thickness of denim beneath it.

Such thoughts didn't stop his body from falling to the surface of the cleft, dead-set in its center while the cheeks above came rolling down. What had changed? It took a second for it to make sense. Two girls, two seats, one table, one date. Shit.

Oh, no. Not like this. Please don't let me die underneath Rainbow Dash's amazing butt! Spike had been caught between where the cheek first started to hug, caught there mid-fall, half his body sticking out. With a claw on each wall he pushed up, straining his head high.... but freeing himself none. Doesn't matter how soft her tush is! Getting crushed by a soft hill is still getting crushed!

Those thoughts saved him naught.

With a sudden wobble of those cheeks, their crack spat him free, letting go of his caught leg and watching him fall. The curving drop of the massive rump quickly followed after him like a rock breaking from a crashing meteorite.

“Not like this!” Spike fell into the gap of the underwear free from booty and fabric, destined by the latter and then rolled over from the former. His falling body twisted while he threw out a claw, gazing at the tops of the blue hills as they came crashing toward him. “Aaagck!”

Plushness came first. The feeling of a bed of fabric whipping into his back, not hurting him but stealing his breath, letting him sink while lands of cotton rose up around him. Recovery didn't come quickly as pressing an elbow into the ground of pink only cause it to sink in.

Even then, doom flew from above.

Spike didn't have anytime to speak or cry or fly or die when the soft blue asteroids plummeted onto the lands of pink, crashing with a jostle while the rest of the globes rolled on over, rippling from the impact as they pressed into the fabric, an itty-bitty dragon set disappear once their colossal size had demolished over the world where he rested as purple speck.

Yet he lived.

It came with a fluttering of the eyes at first. Constrained breaths lacking oxygen. Yet there was air followed by suffocation. Immense weight and pressure rolled over every inch of him, not a speck let at all free. Great was it, that the situation whispered to him, saying: You should not be alive.

Yet he was, alive and here, at the bottom of some underwear.

It took a few moments for everything to clear. Don't panic. Take a second to ignore that overriding feeling. Slowly, take everything in. You're okay. Everything is okay. Alive. You're alive. If you haven't died yet.. then you're not going to die now.

The panic drained slowly away. That massive, crushing, all-consuming sensation smothering his back and his stomach, slowly, split into the sensations that made it so big. First was the ground, the curved sprawling fields of pink, covered of course, by the rolling ceiling of blue. Rainbow Dash is sitting down, and her ass is resting against her underwear.

If that was the case, however, then how was he still alive? The full weight of an immense titan, one so towering and colossal as to never be comprehended by his gaze, her bottom a world unto itself—all of that, collectively, sitting upon his lanky frame.

If he had been on the curve of the cheeks, then maybe the fat might have flattened around him, but even then, he would have been crushed by their soft weight. Rather, a high pressure weighed upon him—but maybe it wasn't so great after all.

Spike had been near the opening of her crack when she sat. This meant that, if he was anywhere near that cleft, then it would have rolled over him as well, splitting and spreading at his size, that minuscule space in-between the place where he now dreamed himself of being.

Looking up confirmed his suspicions.

It wasn't a rolling roundness making the front of a cheek, but rather, in the sides of them both and how they split. He hadn't been sat on the center of any one cheek and suffocated, but rather, at the entrance of the crack with blue softness rolling over it.

He'd be alive, and well, so long as the girl sat still.

Here's hoping Rarity planned for all of this to happen. Spike found himself able to lift into his elbow while he lied forward, the firm grounding of cotton stretched to its limits, now able to provide some stability. Even then, that means the job is still on. He chuckled to himself while propping the rest of his frame. Even if it wasn't... Rainbow's crotch is still the safest place for me to be right now.

“You know,” came the faded voice from above, though it didn't wholly reside from anywhere outside—rather it boomed from within, vibrating with the large body. “It's not like me to even check places like this. Or for you to be so... dunno what the word is. Teasing?”

The other voice came more like a distant yell from miles away, still heard with its pitch intact, but its overall sound not quite there. It came harder through the fabric, more muffled and its edge faded like a goddess speaking through a wall. “It would appear we are both changing then, aren't we? But it's a slow growth.”

Spike went to raise his head at that but, upon feeling his spines slip into the slit above, decided not to risk any more than that. Slowly, under the arching crack between blue skies, the tiny dragon crawled forward, hoping to make it out of the rump alive.

Meanwhile, in the world of the normal, the lady of white sat tall with a finger over her glass of wine, having it been set back on the table after Rainbow put it there to swat her hand away. It was empty. Yet she still had managed to get drunk.

“Slow growth?” Rainbow leaned back into her chair as she rolled more onto her rump, an exquisite detail for Rarity's mind alone, wondering how much tighter those short-clad cheeks had become. “Whattaya mean by that?”

“Only that you and I are slowly started to change,” Rarity continued. She watched Rainbow throw an arm over the top of the chair, her prismatic hairs draping over her shoulders. Turning in her seat, she tried to sit in a 'cool' fashion. Interesting. “Not fully, of course. I'm more playful with you in public, but... still so terribly polished in how I conduct everything.”

“Conduct?” Rainbow's face scrunched inward upon the word. “You kinda just, y'know, played with my ass. In public. Without shame. Having to be swatted away.”

“I know my darling.” Rarity leaned her cheek into her open hand, ceasing the swirling of her fingers atop the glass with the other. “But still just so structure about it all! I envy you. Showing up to such a place sweaty and horrible undressed.”

Rainbow blinked in a horror kind of sense. “I... er... t-that was bad etiquette, wasn't it?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Rarity closed her eyes while giggling to herself. She then hummed lowly once she was done. “Late. Wearing sports attire. Drinking all my wine. Terrible date etiquette.”

“Sorry. Really sorry about that. Like, totally, one hundred percent, my bad on that.”

“Not at all.” Rarity flushed open her eyes with a grin joining in from below. “Those are exactly the qualities I'm looking for in a lover right now. Someone to pull me from my phish-posh attitude as it were. I'm afraid grabbing at your derriere took all the pushing of my willpower.”

Rainbow laughed at that. Settling back into her seat, not in a matter that was cool—but comfortable. Light hues of pink settled over her face, a sweat not quite there in the same intensity as before. “T-That so? Makes me glad. Heh, guess my butt is safe for another day, hey?”

Rarity smirked with closed eyes. “Absolutely!”

Not.

Her eyes reopened to her lower, but her gaze turned to a mental picture.... just how was it for that little dragon boy down there? Sat upon by Rainbow Dash firm tush? Rolled upon by her cheeks and crushed by her weight. Sat on by a girl. Sneaking through her butt while she had dinner.

Truly awful wonderful things.

Rarity just hoped he could still get the job done.

Rainbow, however, struggled.

She struggled to sit still. The heating of her skin begged of her fingers to be pinched at. Why was her body getting so heated? That jog ended a few minutes ago. She should have cooled off by now—though the baked warmth of the three-story restaurant wasn't helping.

Worse of all was the tickles poking across her bum. Rainbow even glanced down at it from the side with a flick of her eyes. She never wore cotton underwear when she jogged. In fact, she rarely ran with panties on at all. But the baking warmth inside her panties wasn't helping. Not when it seemed some of the fabric kept wedging itself into her bottom.

And, unlike Rarity, she simply couldn't tug the material out either.

Just keep cool and try to not move around. Rainbow talked to herself almost like she would a dog, a proper mentality for a girl like her. I may feel good to rub yourself against the seat... but Rarity's going to catch on quickly if you keep it up. C'mon. You've already embarrassed yourself enough. Play it cool.

Not that it helped. They kept talking, but those words were mere sounds. Rainbow nodded her head, leaned into the back of her seat, and prayed for the itching to stop. She clenched her cheeks at one point, lifting by an inch into the air—knowing that, when Rarity's eyes brightened, she'd caught wise.

Not good. Will, you cut that out!

Back in the world of the tinies, the crawling dragon had given up on trying to hear the conversation, finding his body lowering the further he went. The constant shifting of the cheeks was terrible. Their massive size rubbing across the sides of the underwear, rolling over it, bring him along for the ride.

Worst was when the cheeks suddenly clenched, gripping his sides and lifting him up, a vice grip of crushing softness. The slit of the cheeks spit him out quickly enough, letting him crashing into the ground of pink. He shook his head quickly, crawling, scampering, faster from danger.

What the... there's a gap ahead.

Spike blinked his eyes twice at the sight and didn't let it stop him from crawling. Ahead, the curve of the ceiling tapered into something new. He entered the new zone, finding himself almost able to standing, the world opening up a bit more.

It didn't take him long to realize where he was.

He'd followed the slit of the ass and passed through the densest area of dough. Passing directly underneath the woman, where the softness of butt slowly transitioned into the plushness of thigh, Spike knew then that he had arrived.

Arrived at the crotch of Rainbow Dash's panties.

It was hard to take in at first. The new world that was. He stood directly underneath her bottom, watching the pillars of her legs sprawl across from him on either side, going outward into the considerable distance.

The pink ground had started to curve upward as a result. The full cot of pink clung to quite a special place indeed, leaving only inches to spare in-between. The first step onto the slope saw his foot impressing into the fabric, not deeply, but enough to be unsettling.

Then Spike started to climb. And climb. Higher and further.

It felt strange. To be mountain climbing up a wall of panties deep within a girl's crotch. Way, way up above, the waistband clung across the expanse of the blue crotch, a pink hem thin but heavy, trying to slip through it a slim escape.

But that's not where Spike intended escaping to.

Not at all.

When he had reached the halfway point of the panties, their dead center as it were, he quickly flipped onto his back after having felt soft strands stroking his back. But no amount of expecting could prepare one for reality. At least, not one like this.

Spike had flipped onto his back, reclining into the stretchy fabric of pink, all to gaze at the source of heat keeping him warm. In the near distance, curved blue mounds rolled like hills on either side, a wrinkly slit of pink skin peeking through, all matted in sweat, brewing with a scent.

Musk. The strong scent of overworked thighs stinging at his nose. It was there the monolithic pussy rose, perfect in the curve, so big as to be blurry, dewy blue petals. Even cuter was what lurked above, the crop of bright colourful fur spouting over her crotch, vast and untamed. Long were the tufts and heavy were the musk they retained.

Not that Rainbow Dash ever expected anyone to take residence in the crotch of her panties, of course.

Then there was a shifting. In the world beyond the crotch of the girl, she herself had leaned back, enough for her panties to be pulled upward while her pussy moved downward. Had Rainbow Dash slouched in her seat, pushing her bottom further against the chair? Perfect! That would do nicely.

Spike took a risk and let his body fall, letting his claws slip from the panties as he gauged the distance of feet preventing him from paradise. It was a close call while he fell, warm winds whipping into his face, the smell of a sweaty hot woman bringing out the lizard in his brain.

“Yah! Nnngh!” His body plummeted against her right mound like that field it was, banging into its squish while he rolled down its length, fighting his claws in every direction to find some sort of purchase. “C-C'mon! Grab something, you idiot!”

Spike had been thankful to grab a tuft of blue while his body swung over the slope of the mound. His legs hung over its curve, pressing against it, while he then grabbed that thatch with both claws. Trembles rocked his world while the colossal moved.

The giant had felt him.

“It's because of that we found ourselves, let us say, incompatible with—are you quite alright, darling?” The voice of his saviour had come from the lips of a devil. “You've been shifting in that seat for quite a while now. Are you uncomfortable? We can perhaps grab a new table if—“

“What! No!” Spike gazed off to his right at seeing that titanic thigh cease to quiver. It kept there, still, but most likely struggling—all because his tiny body had pelted against her pussy. “J-Just nervous! Ya know.”

“Really? Even after our fifth date?”

“Y-You mean this ain't the third?”

“Rainbow! My, forgetting the times we've met to dine. Shame!”

“W-What! You know I didn't—“

“...I'm merely teasing, darling.”

“Oh. Right. Funny. I'm laughing right now.” While Spike pulled the rest of his body onto the flat portion of the mound, he could swear he could hear and feel the giant blinking even from all the way down here. “I'm supposed to be laughing right now. Haha. See? I laughed. We all good now?”

“We... we're never on bad terms, to begin with.” Silence for a moment. Spike threw the rest of his body onto the mound, rolling once, then stopping onto his back. He laid there, sinking into the squish of blue. The aching in his crotch reminded him he'd been hard this whole time. “Are you quite sure you're alright? Maybe I teased you too much with enjoying that tight package of yours. My apologies, darling.”

“W-What—no! No, no, no! Nothing like that. I'm cool.” While Spike laid back on the mound, staring up into the vast width of the pink underwear above—like a kid in a field staring up at the night sky—he wondered the absurdity of life for one split-second. “Cooler than ice on a bike! W-Wait, that didn't make much sense.”

“Sorry again for touching your butt, darling.”

“T-There was nothing wrong with you touching my butt and—GUH! I SO DID NOT JUST SAY THAT.”

“Darling, please! Watch your voice around here.”

Then came a third voice. “Is, um, everything alright here?”

“Splendidly so! In fact.” Then came a cough. “My date and I are ready to order.”

Spike pressed the palm of his claw against an eye, sighing, unsure of what to make about the night. He turned to his right in time to dig his claws into the trimmed furs of the mound, feeling a lurching in his stomach while the land rumbled upward; the giant sitting straight again.

Jeez, Rainbow, that bravado is all show, ain't it? Spike never expected himself to be hanging from a women's mound with a deadpan expression, somehow feeling superior to a giant despite his place inside her underwear. The moment when someone with more confidence comes around, you give yourself up right away.

And with that, he threw a claw to the left, and then the same with his other, mountain climbing on some pussy. In the distance in the same direction, the wall of pink skin peeked outward from the deep slit. Sprawling and long. So many worlds contained in a single place.

Rarity was right about you. You really do need to loosen up. Truly too.

The climb was slow, but when doing it across a pussy bigger than an apartment, one tended to take their time. At least that was Spike's excuse while he carried left where the mound sharply dove inward, its clearing filled by the arch of the massive folds.

There wasn't much talking in the world beyond, however, so much that the dragon actually peered up at the ceiling of panties. Though most was dark, he could make out the denim of the shorts looming beyond the thin dome. He'd stop listening when they were giving their orders. Looks like Rainbow was struggling to break the silence afterward.

Not that it would be hard with his help.

And he knew he'd been felt the moment he came to the side of those prim folds, using his claws to grip the one tightly, hoisting himself onto its wrinkled curve. The lip sagged slightly from his weight, a short, sudden gasp from above.

“Everything alright there, darling?”

“O-Of course!” Rainbow said with added laughter—like she had to think to laugh after the fact. Suddenly, it felt like the ceiling had started to cave in. Spike gazed over his shoulder, seeing the dome of fabric impressed. Beyond it, a finger pressed against the articles. “Just an itch on my thigh. No biggie. Happens when I run only to stop right away.”

“Isn't that right?” Rarity's voice boomed against the middle of the underwear, still unable to gain pure clarity inside. “Getting yourself all worked up without a chance to cool down. It's torture nearly worthy of punishment. Wouldn't you agree?”

“I-I mean... kinda?” Rainbow shifted in place as her crotch arched slightly. Spike hugged himself against the fold, bracing the titanic movement. Once the land of pussy had stilled, he pulled away with a shake of his head. “Just a matter of... balance and all that. Don't wanna whiplash yourself between stuff, y'know?”

“Certainly darling.”

Spike hadn't been sure if was the jog or the nervous, but this was his first time scaling a girl while she was sweating—light perspiration, rendering things more slick than wet, thickening a scent but not to any negative attributes.

Getting Rainbow Dash loose enough to enjoy her date—or to finally agree to what comes after the third date rather than the fifth—was a must. Getting himself off in the process was also a necessity. But once the dragon had rolled left off the fold, falling and dipping into the slit, using both claws for purchase and hold... he found most of his work already done for him.

High above the hood loomed. A ball of blue fuzz flicking in place. Dense with nerves; pleading to be touched. Rainbow Dash had already been wound up enough to have her clit exposed. Spike couldn't blame her. Having his face snugly pressed against her moist blue pussy drove him wild with arousal. Much less the musk insisted by the workout.

With a grin the dragon loosened his claws, repelling down the folds slowly, following its curve to its base. That was right, wasn't it? Rainbow Dash had been jogging with these very same panties, getting hot and sweaty with them one, having her pussy rub against the fabric. No wonder why this place smelled like raw Rainbow Dash. Her hot pussy would live in his snout for days to come.

No doubt he smelled like her cunt too. It would take many showers to remove the scent of bathing in Rainbow Dash's pussy. Wait. Now that was an idea. Spike reached the lower half of the slit, feeling the space lurking on the other side growing. With Rarity, he simply teased; with Rainbow, he would commit to the full thing.

Bathing in Rainbow Dash's pussy. Did it once before. But... not quite like this.

Spike could barely breathe as was. While the distant clatter and chatter of the world boomed in muffles beyond his tiny world, he slowly lost hearing of any of those details. The smell. Musk again. Thickening and slipping deeper into his lungs. Lungs filling with the scent of Rainbow's pussy.

He reached just above the base of her cunt, leaning back his head to take in the appreciation for the beast he'd been set to tame. The length of her lips as they stretched upward, winking apart at odd times—like Rainbow's cunt knew he was there even if she did not.

And it had sensed its treat.

It lurched toward him slightly, hungry for a treat, something to soak up the juices it poured, a toy to be devoured into the achingly hollow tunnel of lax softness and welling wetness. It needed attention. Begging to be loose and free while the girl above tried to do the opposite.

Not for much longer.

“S-So, uh, w-what do you think of the weather?”

Spike had offered his arm to the folds when the voice of his giant spoke. Even while the entrance of the blue cunny suckled on his arms, tugging it inward, he arched an eyebrow. Here was sacrificing himself as a snack to this massive snatch to enhance the overall date—only to hear something like that.

“I... do suppose the light rainfall was a nice touch.” Rarity spoke with a tone that said—yeah, her eyebrows had gone up too. “Always nice when it comes with few clouds pleasant. Rain in the sunshine is always a pleasant surprise.”

“I-I suppose it is, i-i-isn't it!” Oh my. Without a doubt, she was feeling that. Spike noticed the shivering beneath him at the rest of the body quivering. Her pussy had taken his right leg, offered to the folds and then licked inside. “G-Good oh weather talks to kill time! Hehe.”

“Rainbow Dash? Are you sure you're feeling well?” There was Rarity's voice again. But that tone of concern. Faux to the very word. Was she already seeking to spring a trap already? “I understand it isn't like you usually see me in a place like this. But I can assure you—“

“N-No! It ain't like that at all! This place is cool—REALLY COOL!” Spike nearly yelped himself as the young girl had flicked her hips up, launching him into the air while half of his body slipped into her slit. Good thing too—or that thrust would have sent him flying out. “I-I like cool things! Like being cool! Cool cool cool.”

“...are you sure that's the right word to describe all of this right now?” Rarity voice faded into thicker muffles as Spike struggled. He groaned, the vice grip of the folds hugging him close. They licked him with slickness. Thin juices made at the tip of pleasure. “You seem heated right now. But perhaps you're nervous? Did you have too much wine?”

“W-Wine? Please! I drink apple cider stronger than that.” Spike rolled his eyes, one outside the cunny and one inside. Lifting his claws up, he laid them on either side of her left fold—digging them deep into the skin. Not enough to penetrate but to scratch, stroking them to the giant quivers they evoked. “W-Wine ain't nothin'! I'd out drink you any day!”

“I certainly bet you could! But comparison on such a topic isn't exactly 'worth-it' as it were.” Rarity's voice faded into a whisper of a roar. “But the Wonderbolts! You're finally in the ranks, aren't you? Tell me.”

Spike gave a final gasp to himself at the final pull of the lips, the twisting folds depositing him inside. The fall was sudden and short. His tail had been the last thing to follow him, colliding against the bottom of the blue cunny—much to the gasp and shudder beyond.

“W-Well! It's going well! My teammates are well! My boss is well! I'm well!”

Ugh. Spike rolled back onto his butt, finding a dive in the ground beneath him, though enough grounding for him to sit. Leaning back slightly, something soft welled against his back. He trusted upon it, laying back only to gaze up. The gaze of a cunny from inside of one. Damn.

Looking up hadn't been for the faint of heart. There wasn't much to be seen rather than the interior of those folds rising as the very back and top of his vision. In front, the skin rolled on in a slight, inward curve, tracking all the way upward. Another curve tapering to the ceiling.

Spike... hadn't been sure what to feel upon entering the girl's hot pocket. The smell was a hundredth percent her now. He could have sworn to see steam because of the heat, baking because of the girl turned on. It permeated from all around—but a concerted force blew directed before him.

Oh. Shit. Rainbow Dash's tight little hole had quivered open, pulsating in need because of his presence, drawing him in due to the raw musk of arousal meant for him. He sat trapped in her cunny now—too weak to pull apart those folds from the inside. Rainbow Dash's pussy. The moment I get in there... I can't get out myself. Not unless she cums or Rarity...

Spike didn't want to think of that last option. Of being stranded inside Rainbow Dash's pussy while she went on, wearing her tight panties and shorts, unaware of the dragon she hosted inside of her body. To be rocked around her tunnel while she rocked, accompanying the sway of her hips—launched into the air whenever she gave a thrust.

What would Rarity have to do to save him? Spike thought this as he fell forward onto his claws, knees falling into the dug ground, crawling forward and toward the beckoning hole. Easily big enough to swallow him whole and close to denying his return.

Author's Note

Sometimes the writing limps, and the writer doesn't know what to do. Should they quit the composition then and there, trusting themselves to do something else? Or rather, should they let the writing limp on to see what happens?

Both answers are good. Sometimes you need to walk away from a project, go for a walk or take a break, letting the problem sort itself out inside your head. Other times, however, you simply must stick with the project.

Even when the writing feels hollow and you cannot go on another second—you must keep striking words upon the page. More often than not, with a single sequence, everything can be revealed.

A line that explains everything that came before, that sets up everything to go next, a sense of flow right for the current story. It'd been my delight in sending installments to Lazy and NC that I felt delighted in once more of people wanting to read my works.

It's... hard to explain without making me sound like a dick, but when people read your story, all they tend to be is a number in a viewer count and nothing more. Comments are what let the writer know people have read their work and cared enough to leave a remark. It'd been a while since I had something like that.

But upon talking to those two... I had people, real people I knew, waiting to read the stuff I wrote. With something like that, I knew through any block that I had to press through. To have that small smile when I sent off those installments and paced in the room waiting for a reply.

I know. It's rather silly. But then, I've always been a rather silly person, you know?
~ Yr. Pal, B

[Scrapped Chapter for Interested Readers]

Scales In Sensitive Places
B_25 & Lazy Reader

Spike did his best to not outright finish while he stroked his member, laid back on his ass against the plastic surface of the tray, granted a view better than any found in a naughty magazine. Oh! The begging twitches of his cock throbbed against his palm, pleading for release, unable to handle all that was being seen.

Water pelted against the tiled floor far below, roaring greater than any waterfall, striking louder than any rainstorm. Steam rose in the space confined by the vistas of glass walls, all around, except for the two tiled ones that housed both the soap tray and the showerhead to the right.

And, of course, the giantess who stood in the shower stall, humming a tune to her own delight, swinging her hips while she did so. Rarity both showered and towered before the tiny dragon, the soap tray set conveniently at her hips, allowing her deliciously tight—but now broad because of the difference of size—backside to dance sideways.

Spike twitched an eye. There was no way for him to focus like this! Two humongous cheeks slim in shape and slender in nature, the softest curve of those snowy cheeks matted with wet fuzz from the droplets of water cascading down her magnificent frame.

The weight of those cheeks! Their undersides blurred slightly from the fog of steam, lightly clouding his eyes and suffocating his lungs. Not that he minded either. Getting to see those colossal flanks swing in the air, sometimes slapping against the other, sending a massive ripple through their mass was more than worth the price of admission.

“Oh? What's the matter there, sweetie?” Spike craned his head back to gaze high above to where the sky commonly loomed—only to see the face of his sweet, beyond size or compare, smiling down at him like a goddess would a worshiper. “Having troubling finishing? Is my derriere not doing the trick like usual?”

Spike scrunched his face inward. His claw gave to a few more desperate pumps of his cock. Tingly electricity coursed across his length, faintly, meaning a weak climax approached. “N-No. Your posterior is perfect as always. It's me.”

“Ooooooh! But is it now?” Rarity smirked high from above, that was until her feet shifted below. Her snowy white cheeks, once miles in the distance, now swung and occupied the space before the tray. They were all Spike could see. A trio of blue diamonds never so delicious to the eye. “You've never failed to, let us say, entertain yourself twice when we shower together. Tell me.”

A massive hand stole above the right cheek, something so massive and majestic setting down over the curved softness, slapping down on its furry surface. Grabbing it, the hand kneaded its plushness, globes of it spilling through the gaps between her fingers.

“Mmmhmm... grabbing my ass in front of a tiny boy... all while he watches me shower.” Rarity meowed a moan as she worked at her own cheek, kneading it like a movie screen to the boy she'd trapped on that tray. “How do you like it, Spike? Knowing you have to watch while I work my colossal as in front of youMhmmhm.... this doesn't do the trick, I could just squash you with my rump instead.”

It worked. Spike's felt his cock spasm with life against his claw. Seeing that enormous butt of tightness in the distance still worked wonders like a movie screen—but to have the threat of it crushed against him. Fuck, he could hardly contain himself.

“My! You would love the idea of that! One of my great cheeks smashing into the tray of yours, smothering every inch of it with my softness.” Rarity reeled her head back while her other hand grabbed at her damp hair, squeezing dams-worth of water out from her purple strands. “To think of you stuck underneath my cheek. All of my softness rolled over you. Mmhmm... you've started something you can't finish, Spikey.”

Spike didn't know how to respond to those words only that, upon seeing those wonderful white cheeks pull away into the steamy distance afar that something else had come for him. An enormous but slender white hand passed onto the tray, slender fingers rolling over his frame, only three, curling him into place while lifting him away.

“Come here now so I can get a good look at you,” Rarity's voice boomed from above. The ride, at first, was an unpleasant swirl in Spike's stomach as the hand took him around the giant's side, lifting, steadily, to her front. “I need to get a look at my boy-toy before putting him to proper use.”

Spike could feel himself rocket forward at those words, those slender fingers wrapped him soft, so smooth against his body and his cock. The latter poked into the second finger, and an odd thrust here and there was required to not go insane.

But that soon was not required.

Risen to a steady height, in the distance, the colossal rack of Rarity's hung. Plump, and beyond Delicious. White mountains capped by darkly-purple breasts. Their fuzzy and snowy coat slicked with the cascading water. A certain wetness the small dragon wanted nothing more than to hold tightly and thrust widely against.

“What's this? Are you admiring my girls again?” Spike shivered. The fingers rolled tighter against him. Those white jugs jostled while they lowered—the monolithic face of Rarity dipping and appearing where they had been. “You best be careful, little darling. If you keep staring at them, then I have every intention of throwing you between them for an entire day.”

Does this girl even know how to make threats?

“But since you're a sweetie struggling to finish, I rather suppose some exceptions can be made.” That hand yanked him closer to her sprawling face, the once-curls of her man now straightened over her shoulders. Licking her lips, she then brought the tiny boy against him, kissing his entire size with not even an inch of either or. “Mmhmm. Spicy with a tinge of sweetness.”

Rarity then pulled him back in the air. Celestia, how amazing she looked. That she could hold someone so little so high in the air, giving them a clear sight of their full mass. How the water ran down her giant body, or how she could hold all of him up with a hand. “Sometimes, darling, I don't know why I just don't gobble you up.”

The strange thing about that phrase is Spike didn't doubt it for a second. Thankfully, however, then hand dropped again, his body made now into a toy, one being brought around the hill of her hips. Rarity directly held him before her cheek, letting the latter jiggle, tantalizing, the second he approached.

“Hope you forgive my uncouth language, darling, but may I greet you to my wonderful butt?” Laughter rained from above while her cheeks lazily swung sideways, each grinding against the other from the movement. Each strand of fur looked filled with glistening water. “You've been touching your naughty cock of yours to the sight of it for quite a while. But you've yet to pay it any true appreciation!”

The hand tilted in the air, enough for the fingers to uncurl, the tiny dragon dropping into the bottom of the semi-open palm. Feet away from him, the white underside of her cheek slowed in its ripples, becoming slow, in anticipation of him.

“So when I grabbed my ass like when I was showing it off to you,” Rarity began from high above, her gaze settling down on him from over her shoulder. She watched, of course, with her bottom lip bitten. “You've going to struggle against my magnificent flank even though it's a losing battle. Such is the mark of a true stallion. That, and it feels simply divine for your little body to struggle against the waves of softness my cheeks have accrued.”

And with that, the white hand flew toward and slapped against the cheek, the resulting jiggle far more tantalizing than any time before—especially when you threw in the tiny struggles of the dragon. like

III - Inside Where Dragons Do Not Belong

~ III ~

Inside Where Dragons Do Not Belong

And yet Spike couldn't help himself. Not when he was already deposited inside the giant cunny while it shifted around him. The monster had already gotten him. Past its lips and resting inside its mouth. That gaping hole cried for him. If he had already entered the beast... then what point was there in staying where he was?

Spike pushed off from his knees as he returned to his feet, shuffling across the impressing ground while his head kept tilted back—just able to keep the round size of the entrance within his gaze. Bigger than any vault stored in any castle.

It just seemed so... alive. Even as he came to the precious steps before it. He could hardly keep all of it within his gaze as he approached the entrance. It spread open enough to expose its interior.

The tunnel of light pink undulated to the rhythm of something greater than itself. Strewn vines hung from the ceiling, some too heavy as they collected plopped against the ground. The walls of pink clenched tighter, inches closer than they had before, a certain hunger to their closing.

Spike hadn't even known his claw rested on the side of the twitching hole until it pinched at his palm. Already it shrunk around his frame, teasing his scales, wanting him within. With a gulp, he stepped a foot inside. Feeling it sink into the hot pink flesh, a rising of juices pooling around his soles, splashing against the back of his ankle.

“Mmmhmm! Oh fuck. Like that.” That voice. It no longer sounded like it came from the sky anymore. Rather, it was everywhere. Spike gazed down at his foot and to see and feel the vibrations resulting from the goddess's voice. “Uugh! Why does that feel so goooood!?”

Spike could hardly keep the surprise from his expression. Coursing underneath his foot was the rise of Rainbow's voice, running like wires underneath the surface of everywhere, lurking all around, but never quite able to be seen.

Before the dragon could have any further doubts about his choice, he quickly found himself robbed of it. The ground lurched suddenly as it tossed him into the air, through the hole and soaring through the moist tunnel, the very center of gravity changed within an instance.

Spike went soaring through the up-turned pussy, descending deeper into its depths without having meant to, truly and totally lost to the women who'd thrown him inside the flick of her hips—all without knowing she'd trapped a tiny dragon into the depths of her cunny and cunt.

But one thing was for sure.

She felt every little thing he did.

Shit. Had she really done that? No way!

Rainbow Dash returned to the world as she knew it with a series of blinks. The mild stinging in her crotch struck her senses first. She gazed down and quickly saw why. Leaned in her seat once more, the rope of underwear caught against her slit had dug in a little too deep, teasing her sweetly with organismic bliss.

And, unable to handle, no longer able to take the teasing, Rainbow had thrust her hips up to milk that flavour—right into the underside of the table. It stung. But the wood beating against her cunt drove her eyes to the back of her mind. The dirty desire to loll out her tongue was hard to repressed.

The neediness of her pussy had been held at bay.

“R-Rainbow the food!” Rainbow rolled her head back down. Her date had placed both hands on the table, keeping it from rocking any further. The clatter of plates had finally settled from her ears. “Whatever is going on with you, dear? Did you just flick your hips against the table?”

“W-What? Of course not! I mean, maybe a little—I was just trying to get comfortable!” That was a big ol' lie and a half. But it did nothing to stop the heat building underneath her blue skin. Shit. Why was her pussy getting hot and moist all of a sudden? “Long jog like that with no cool-down stretch. Figure I could get my back straight again. M-Miscalculation.”

Rarity narrowed her face while she pulled closer her plate. “You're positively sure everything is alright.”

“Of course I'm sure—S-SURE SURE SURE!” Rainbow's eyes bulged out from her head at the sheer concentrated pressure of pleasure building in her pussy. She threw her head back to moan aloud at how tightly the walls of her cunt constricted together, kneading upon something impossibly tiny. “I AM SO SURE I AM SO GOOD RIGHT NOW!”

“Rainbow your voice! Keep this up and that poor waitress will be forced to check up on us again.” Rarity dug a fork the sea of salad, raising a pierced branch up to her parting lips. “I know exercising is an excellent way for you to get hyper. But I was still hoping you would cool off for an occasion like this.”

“W-Whua? But it ain't like that though. Kinda!” Rainbow Dash suffered until tickle from deep inside her crotch, clenching her eyes shut as it washed deeper into her tightness. So small yet so sharp. The fuck had been in that wine? “I really like you Rares! And I wanna do stuff like this more often! Just that.. y'know... Aughgnh...”

Through the torrent of the pressure her furrowed brow weighed down upon it, Rainbow slowly cracked open an eye despite it, seeing her date with lips tugged slightly too far to the left. Rarity spoke, though her smirk didn't match her tone of disappointment. “Please now, darling. Are you trying to tell me how you feel in a new language you recently invented?”

Rainbow belted a fist into the table. Damn it! Eyes squeezed tight with a pussy on fire with life, Rainbow Dash crossed her legs tight, closer than close, trying to repress that numbing euphoria with the plushness of her thighs.

“I am! So. So sorry.” Was she drunk? Everyone around her would think so. Maybe in a sense, she was. But she also hated how horrible she'd been to her dating. Rubbing her crossed legs together, she welled open her eyes. “Sorry about all this. I think dating you is pretty rad. E-Ever since that realization of yours.”

Rarity smiled after swooping her fork to the plate. “That's right! I never did go into detail about that, did I?”

“N-No! But you... nnnhngnn... totally should.” Rainbow flicked her gaze down onto her plate. A fat burger—bur done in that fancy way that fancy places make them. Thankful to have anything stuffed into her mouth, she quickly did just that. “Twell mew evwierthing!”

That was good. Rarity had glanced at her with confusion before passing it all over with a roll of her eyes. Her supple lips moved, spreading and speaking, but their sound had been lost. Sweat. Heat. Rainbow closed her eyes as she pressed the burger into her mouth. She moaned not from the taste but simply because it would muffle the sound.

What happened to her, anyway? She'd been teased by Rarity more than once, but there was something about this encounter that drove her wild. Even now, her eyes squinted into the vision of her imagination. Everyone in the restaurant gone, the two left alone, only Rainbow laid back on the table, ass pressed where Rarity's plate sat.

So dirty! But her mind kept the image alive. Her spread and legs dangling over the edge of the table, leaving her bare pussy exposed before her lover. That same finger dug into the cleft of her butt now driven into her crotch. Her walls clamped around it at once—hungry and desperate for anything.

Rainbow moaned into her burger some more, delighting in the taste while her other hand fell to her waist. Slowly, subconsciously, her glutes rolled back and forth on the chair, her tingly cheeks prickling with heat. Something was inside of her. Tricks of the mind without a doubt. Her hungry pussy inventing the fantasy playing without rewind.

“Mmhmm!” Rainbow made sure to agree with whatever was being said, allowing her hand to slip beneath the table. It travelled over the coarse fabric of her crotch, settling over its center, for some reason patting the place. “Mmm.”

Rarity had changed inside her mind. Burying her face into the smallness that was her privates. That sharp tongue breaking through her slit, heating what already sizzled, twisting her back while her head arched up.

Rainbow tore into the sandwich, a louder moan muffled through its size, the rocking of her hips extending further up her body. It felt like she was riding something that wasn't there. She was fucking something. Her pussy tingled as the fantasy corresponded to whatever she felt.

Just what the fuck had happened with her crotch anyway?!

Spike yelped when his body slammed against the grounding of the pussy, bouncing slightly across the lax flesh, landing, only for the slickness to cause him to slide. Echoing around him were the moans of the girl, everywhere and nowhere, getting on his nerves.

Worst came when he rose onto his elbows, sputtering out the juices having slipped inside his mouth. The spongy surface impressed and wobbled beneath him, puffs of heat steaming over his scales. Standing came with a stumble in place, the cave around him shifting, very much alive.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Spike broke into a low roar and heard it echoed back to him once more. Those little hisses of moans kept around him, while the tunnel kept rocking forward and then back, a subtle sway not so much to him now. “She's thrusting her hips against nothing! Couldn't make my job easy, could ya?”

Another satisfied low moan answered him.

Spike gazed over his shoulder in an attempt to see down the long tunnel, the ceiling far too high for him to ever hope of reaching, its length sprawling down to an entrance he could hardly see. The hole that consumed him shrunk, small, scarcely able to be seen.

With a sigh, Spike realized he'd been devoured by Rainbow Dash's pussy.

It granted him a second to realize how truly small he'd become. The fact that the love tunnel of a girl could quake around him, giant and undulating. He could go for a walk, lie back and jump around, not having to worry about space at all inside a living thing.

But while those thoughts slowly warped him, causing him to shrink with every step forward across the shifting and unstable ground, the constant pelting of vines splattering from above, the dragon came to another realization when a specific step drew out a loud moan from the titan of a girl.

He might have been utterly tiny, sure, but Spike wasn't also useless. The girl thrusting her hips and rocking him around inside hadn't been doing it for that reason. Rather, it's wasn't that power over him she was exerting. No! It was her way of dealing with the insurmountable pleasure his tiny actions provoked.

Somehow, someway, everything he did here would affect the giant out there, all without her knowing. Struggling across the ground to the rising curve of tensing wall, Spike fell a claw against it for support. Talons digging deep into the wet and pulsating surface, drawing it to clench at once.

“Yeeaahow!” The pussy quaked sideways while a spasm shot through the giant girl, the tunnel tightening at once. More vines drew from the ceiling, thicker and longer, the wisp of steam thickening too. “W-What a d-d-d-dick! L-Leave you like that. S-So uncool!”

It was funny how the cracks of her voice were reflected perfectly from inside her cunt.

Spike chuckled while the tunnel closed in tighter around him. Knowing there wasn't much else for him to do, he let his body fall into the slope of that wall, the whole of his frame sinking into the spongy softness, feeling it well up with slickness as it lathered it across him.

Another shudder from the giant, and joined by vibrations outside of the tunnel, the lifting of something colossal. Spike grinned while he bathed in the heat, the dense scent of pussy baking within his lungs. Drunk on this girl's lust. Stuck within the place that brewed her musk.

Spike knew things were getting heated the moment sweat poured down his scales. Not slime or cum but rather his own bodily fluids. Lifting his face off from the water bed, he grinned at the softness, bringing his lips in close, kissing the spot.

“N-No! I ain't hot! J-Just a fever or something. Heheh.” Rainbow voice vibrated against his lips, a lover finally returning his affection. Closing an eye, he parted his lips, his fangs starting to glint. “That totally did not make sense, did it? Maybe I am a bit sick.” He drew the tips of his teeth over the puffy flesh of the wall, tasting the thickness of honey with a swipe of his tongue. “W-What, no?! Totally good enough for this date. I'm not even all that sick, y'know?”

Spike kept his eyes glued upward as he brought his fangs down onto the wall, collecting a globe inside of his mouth, teasing its with the tips of his teeth. His entire world shuddered as his claws groped more of the squishy texture, balling into his palms for a better hold, gripping it tightly as the cave rocked up and down in miniature succession.

Was Rainbow Dash smacking her ass against her seat to ride out the pleasure of his actions? Spike's heart swelled with pride while he continued to suckle on the walls, more rich honey dribbling into his mouth, sweet and exploding in flavours.

He nearly felt bad at all the hungry cries shouting from above. Rainbow Dash was outright moaning vague things as he continued against her walls. He treated them like he would a lover, raising them off to fall back in, letting go of his claws just to clench another spot, tips of fangs and talons bringing sharp precision to the spots more sensitive than others.

His cock also bobbed and throbbed in blistering agony. Letting it smash into those spongy walls, sweetening with honey and hugged by softness apparently wasn't enough. But the time he outright humped the slope of her wall, thrusting his cock into whatever was plush, his tip sunk while the tunnel quaked—nothing ever keeping still again.

That was until he gazed further left and down the tunnel, where something big, round but somehow tight, at once earned the right of his eyes. Letting himself fall back from the wall, erection slapping against his right thigh, Spike knew what he had to do.

Walking across a pussy close to cumming was nearly like stumbling across land cracking and breaking apart. Within seconds it felt like the tunnel would break apart. Its undulation quickened into a steady pace matching the rhythm of the distantly beating heart. It was a sound Spike tried to ignore, the sound of a beating heart, one so utterly massive, scary to his own.

But he travelled across the trembling cunny once more, finally near the end of it all, where the last of the act had now begun.

Rainbow Dash couldn't remember the last time she'd cried, so nervous and embarrassed, that the mere sight of others would bring her to tears. It took her hand running against the crotch of her denim shorts to apply any sort of pressure on her pleasure cave, repressing its overflowing of burning lava.

Rarity sat across her talking about something. Words once against failed her lips. All she knew was to nod her head, say she agreed every now and again, and do her best not to sweat. At least, not any more than the rainfall pouring from her blue skin.

What the hell had made her so horny to begin with? Every inch of her itch with miniature exploding volcanoes! Her perverted mind desired to have her body pushed down already. To have that perfectly sculpted face of white so pressed and buried into her pussy as to eat out whatever the fuck made her legs want to shudder out from existence.

The whole package. Having her cheeks groped and her breasts kneaded and lips so kissed as to be stripped of air. Rainbow was nodding her head now. Over and over and over. Sweating. Finishing. That tingle in her pussy... it coursed deeper into cunt... thicker with every step... her eyes rolled back... fighting the urge to dive two fingers in and just fucking cum with a roaring moan for every patron here.

Rainbow gazed down at her crotch, willing to risk everything here if only to be over with this damn arousal. But just as she went, something slapped her wrist. The world froze as her eyes looked up. Rarity's smirking face gazed down at her.

“Naughty girl.” Rarity whisked her wrist into the air and pulled the rest of Rainbow with it. She gasped upon standing, for she did so on legs of jelly. Quickly, Rainbow took her arm over the back of her own head. “You've endured enough. Let's get you taken care of.”

Rainbow hadn't seen sure what to think or say, forced only to cling to the side of her lover, fighting to shuffle her wobbly legs even a step forward. War raged on within her cunt, tightening to achingly hurtful degrees, a pounding pulsation begging for its final treat.

All of it, everything horrible thing about the situation, milked her mind for sheer euphoria. It'd been years since Rainbow had been made so weak in the legs, all because of the teasing, of the touching of the polished girl.

“Sorry for our sudden departure but I'm afraid my friend is feeling rather ill.” Rarity gave a shake of the head to the clerk behind the desk, having carried them both there during Rainbow's daze. “Now, now. I assure you it wasn't the food at all. You have my account on record, don't you? Please charge that for now.”

Rarity then led them toward the door. “Now then. If you'll excuse us.”

The wooden door pushed open with a sweep of cool winds assuaging the terrible heat. Within seconds, the two were outside, the crunching of leaves beneath their feet. Instead of keeping across the paved path to the street ahead, however, the couple instead walked to the side, across the width of the building—to the alley tucked between it and the one next to it.

She's taking me to an alleyway? Rainbow scrunched her face up at feeling something inside her pussy being jostled around, done so by each step of her legs, assisted by the sway of her hips. Damn mind tricks. The heck is she—

Rarity backed away from her suddenly, a hand on each shoulder, turning her around only to push her back against a wall. It was dark. The closest light came from afar, faintly painting into the alleyway, done so by the distant buzz of the streetlamp.

“My naughty little darling! Tell me something.” Towering. Rainbow's hands searched across smooth cement trenches between the bricks of the wall, fingers gripping for something. Her head forced to tilt back to gaze up at the face the taller women. “Do you enjoy coming to your dates hot and bothered? Acting like naughty filly by touching yourself at the table.”

Rainbow blinked. She caught on? Crap! “I-It wasn't like that! You see, I wasn't—“

Her words cut short by the crashing of lips. Supple and soft and pressing against hers. Her ruby eyes burning in the glow while hills of snow consumed her vision. Rarity's face an inch before hers, bent down for her, taking her away. “Mmhmm. One more word out of those pair, darling—and I'll find a new use for them.”

Rainbow's hand shivered against the wall, coming to fall away with the cement with the sound of a light scratch. Her dipped her head. Feeling the pressures of her neck compound onto her throat. “I-I didn't mean to r-ruin our date. Something about what you did... it turned me on and... and... I just can't stop it!”

Eyes shut and hands clenched. Rainbow debated almost running. That was until something soft lifted her chin. Her eyes opened to the gentle face of Rarity, smiling softly at her. Something was different about her. “Now, now! Who said anything about our date being ruined? I just accused you of being a sick little girl getting herself off in the middle of a fancy restaurant. Touching yourself silly while I droned on about my life. Did you not care for my words?”

Rainbow shook her head. “I-It wasn't like that!”

“So you weren't stroking yourself down below when I talked? Funny, in how your hips almost had their way with the corner of our table.” Rainbow sweated around the collar as the massive bust of white hung below her chin, coming nearly to press against her frame. “So darling. Be honest with me. If I were to—and forgive my lack of tact—shove my hand down those lovely pink panties of yours... I wouldn't feel the slightest heat or slickness at all?”

Rainbow kept blinking. The pressure of stone kept mounting on her back as she kept pushing it against the wall. A vain hope to phase through it to escape Rarity. How easily she dominated her. Rarity drew ever closer with a low hum, smothering the smaller girl with simply her frame, weighing her into place.

Worst were those breasts! Rainbow's eyes rolled back at feeling the mount above her own, their feeling of plush fullness smothering over her chest, weighing down upon her smaller rack, all while the width of Rarity's tight frame tucked into every curve of Rainbow's body.

And Rarity hadn't been kidding. With her body now pressed against her smaller lover, she raised a hand before their faces, smiling in delight upon wiggling her fingers. Slowly, traitorously, she dipped it low, between and beneath them, letting the tips of her digits stroke against the crotch of denim.

“Wearing such tight shorts! As if you know they wouldn't rub against your most sensitive of places.” Rainbow tucked in and bit down on her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut at her lack of control. She gave a vain attempt to raise her arms—only for Rarity to inch forward, holding them back with the mass of her body alone. “Now then. Your words have said one thing. Let us see what your body has to say upon the matter, shall we?”

Rainbow knew everything ended the second those fingers pried the tightness of her waistband away from her crotch, its crushing suffocation around her waist allowing fresh air to flood into the stuffiness inside. She could feel it. How those fingers tugged at the softness of her panties, a duo of digits tracing across the slope of the cot of cotton, following it, feeling its dampness, juices soaked into fibres as they led into the direction of the source for it all.

“Naughty girl. Your panties are wet. The great Rainbow Dash touching herself silly upon a date.” Rarity leaned her bust harder against the smaller girl, keeping her further locked into place. Yet her fingers kept reaching in deeper into the underwear below. “But could it have been me were you getting off to? Wondering about all the filthy things I could do to your perverted body? My, whatever would make you feel so deserving of a thing!”

Rainbow felt hot. Unable to contain the sauna burning within her. Even on a cold night, here she burned like the sun, incapable of ridding the heat. Everything sensitive. Strokes of fingers across her wrist drawing shudders from her spine; the weight of those ample white breasts buckling her legs.

“P-Please.” Desperate. Craving. Nearly crying. “N-No more. I'll be whatever you want. P-Please.”

Rarity laughed haughtily. “My. You have lost yourself, haven't you? Do I really enthrall you so much.”

But Rainbow kept shaking her head and, in the last bout of her strength, broke her arms free from her sides. Lifting them at once over the white neck overhead, holding onto it as her body went weak, pleasure burning her will away.

“Please... finish me already...”

Rarity nearly stepped back upon the smaller girl having thrown herself at her, arms around her neck while the rest of her body went limp, barely able to keep herself up. For a moment, her lips split to spit a jest—but ceased upon feeling the shudders of the younger women.

She'd been teased enough.

“You really do feel so strongly about me after all this time?” Rarity asked the question before the intent had ever rushed to her mind. With the hand still set inside Rainbow's panties, she delicately laid a pair of fingers onto the glossy slit. “For such an expressive girl, you've rather held back on the matter.”

Something fell into the tops of her breasts, a face desperate to lay down, sinking into her mounds not out of sexual intimacy but for the softness of their comfort. “I... I ain't n-normally wound up like this. W-W-Would've taken longer. But. C-Can't hold back now.”

Rarity gave an amused hum as her finger stroked up and down that tight little slit. Tight wasn't the right word as it felt clung together—like it'd never been opened before. Keeping the strokes of her fingers slow, she lit the tips of her finger collect with fluids. “So you really want to go through with this? The idea of me got you going to such disrespectfully and perverted length in the restaurant.”

The smaller girl squealed against her as her arms hugged tighter over her neck, drawing the fall of her body close along her own. Below, a subtle flick of her hips persisted, not daring, but teasing the idea of milking the strokes of her fingers.

“N-No quite... s-s-something else had me... had me going in there... b-but when it got me so... t-t-t-t-tightly...” Rainbow's words cried with the overflowing vulnerability they bore. “...y-you doing those things to me... us b-being together... it was... ngngnhmm... it was all I could think of!”

Unable to restrain herself the smaller girl flicked her hips forward, booty off the wall while her pussy swallowed those fingers whole, their tips slipping through the slit and sinking inside. Spongy warm greatness gripped the slender length of Rarity's fingers, beating around them, lightly tugging at them to draw inward.

“Hmm. Very well.” Rarity held a genuine smile for a moment, swinging her other arm over Rainbow's back. Then, pulling her closer, she still allowed to ample space and positioning for her other hand. “My darling. Your wish is my function. Wounding you up so much is my fault... so it's right of me to see toward your release.”

Rarity kept the tingles in her own crotch to herself. After all, while this other girl clung to her, flicked her tight hips against the hand laid against the slope of her crotch, pleading for the fingers to go deeper—Rainbow had no clue about the little thing deeper already.

It would appear I'll have to play the good girl in all of this. It didn't help there was already a wet spot developing in her own panties, her own pussy neglected since the start of the date. There was nothing she could do to please it. But she would be teasing the dragon so deeply tossed in that blue cunny. Are you still in there, Spike? I hope the sight of seeing my towering fingers spread apart that home of yours, doing the work your meagre body cannot, scares the ever-living life out of you.

And with that, Rarity shoved her middle and index finger deep inside, using the far reach of her thumb to flick at the exposed clit above. Holding onto the moaning girl while she cried her tears of pleasure, Rarity set out to finally finish the job of the night.

“W-What the hell!?” Spike stumbled on the spot of spongy pink while the world quaked around him, rocking and trusting and shaking, throwing him off his feet and into the air. His body smacked around the circular chamber—like a pinball, every strike against the walls bringing pleasure rather than points. “Augh! D-Damn it, Rainbow!”

When the throwing of the chamber had finally ceased for the moment, smacking the dragon into the low current of white, juices splashed into his face. Coughing, he rose onto his elbows once more. When his face had lifted, however, he felt sweeping winds of cool freshness.

“O-Okay. Now, something ain't right.” Spike groaned from the aching claiming his back, every muscle of his own spent and sore. Everything he endured was too for a tiny, even a dragon. He reached his breaking point—just as something else broke in. “P-Please tell me you found a place to sit your fat ass on to rub one out?”

Some of that statement was correct if viewed in a different sense.

Going to stand had been a bad idea when the pillars of white first slipped into the cave, the tiny dragon at once falling back onto his ass with a splash from the puddle. His tail sagged in a curve across the ground, too weak to rouse up at the coming sight.

“No fuckin' way.”

Spike leaned his head back while watching the floating pillars of white enter the clenching cave, a sprawling finger set against each wall, holding them apart. His claws gripped the coated softness of the ground into his palm, unable to face yet another impossible act of incalculable size.

Here he was, in the pussy of girl, while another shoved her fingers inside, holding the walls apart. Somewhere, somehow, the two were joined above, with Rainbow Dash letting Rarity's fingers explore the depths of her pussy—with his minuscule size tucked in the middle of all this.

Rarity had to know! It wasn't possible for her to simply stick her fingers in some blue cunny without a second thought. No way a girl gets that heated from something tickling her butt. Even if he kept outside like planned—she would have checked the inside of those panties first to make sure he was safe, right?

But none of that seemed to matter upon a finger diverted from course, dipping from the sky and slipping below, like these sophisticated but animistic entities had minds of their own, that they were aware of what the rest of the body couldn't outright see.

Spike quivered upon seeing the slim hill capped by a field of nail coming toward him, too scared to even crawl backward as it was soon upon him. It hovered close, obscuring the view of the tunnel behind it due to its massive presence.

Then it stopped. Great size of incredible speed, an impossibly round column in the greatest castle flying without wings—stopping. Suddenly. Hovering still. Sniffing. Then it twitched. Its plush underside hovering above his head.

Waiting.

Spike wasn't sure what to say or due, wondering how much of the white liquid, rising from his ass now to the top of his crotch was all white. With a shake of his head, he pushed himself to his feet, legs buckling at the mere weight of standing.

And though he knew better than to trust this, he took a step forward, stumbling into the subtly curved wall of white, little furs tickling at his scales while he sunk into the softness. Plushness. For a moment he felt safe, a rest granting his will a respite, a heavy exhale that cleared away the weight having built in his lungs.

It was strange. Stuck within the depths of a sprawling pussy where its heat could be seen and the walls undulating with the welling of juices. And even as this finger had stuck inside this world, the only thing relative to Spike being the inside of a woman's pussy—even here, this smallest part of Rarity dwarfing him... allowing his body to sink into it.

It wiggled against him. The smallest movement possible of her finger. Spike coughed and chuckled as more of his body leaned against it, arms raising to hug the welling plushness against his frame, a quick contact needing that affirmed—everything was alright.

Despite their games and their cheeky twists, that the two still cared for the other, willing to show it when it mattered most, even if that meant sharing it within the depths of a cumming girl. Of course, it waited for as long as it needed him, the cave clenched closer still, welling juices to life while the other finger set to work around the walls.

“Thanks... for the pick me up, Rarity.” Spike rubbed his cheek against the massive bottom of the fingertip, taking the chance to give it a quick kiss. Once he was done, however, he stumbled back, finding legs sturdy to walk once again. “Looks like I've still got one last act within me.”

Spike allowed his arms to rise into the air upon knowing that next act. At once, those two fingers came down and plucked him up, holding him tightly as they went to work. He was weak, but feeling pleased, the coarseness of his body rubbed across Rainbow's glistening walls, the building heat and unleashing of steam glossiness his scales.

Best were the distant moans reverberating through the body, the highs squeals of a girl amplified by the rhythmic beating of her heart. Spike's body went lax while the fingers rubbed him deeper into the tunnel, pumping in and out, the blurring of pink and the closing of walls, speed too quickening to comprehend and a doomed fate now approaching—all fears removed due to the safety of those caring fingers.

And Spike... with a growl of a moan tearing the back of his throat... he never knew an act like this could quite exist. Feeling his body rubbed across spongy goodness, like sinking into a hotbed of softness, rubbed across it, collecting with warm juices with his cock rubbed harder than any thrust against those walls.

It didn't last for long, however, as in one stroke, the fingers went in deep, deeper than they ever had, nearly reaching the end of the tunnel. It'd been Spike's destination since he entered, and now, with the aid of Rarity's giant fingers, he'd reach it.

The walls of white loosened from his sides and, while he feared to fall a decent distance to the rising ground below—found himself instead jumping. Throwing himself at the thick, round, pulsating cervix at the back of the tunnel. Landing at its opening, finally, it only towered over by him like a proper vault his size—with a hole in its center small to even him.

Over his shoulders, those delightfully white fingers wiggled at him once more before pulling back. Even without looking at him, bringing his cock to the tight opening of Rainbow's cervix, feeling the heated skin lubricate further his aching length—Spike could feel those massive fingers pumping in behind him, against the walls and through the length of the cave, taking care more of the giant pussy while he settled on the one, most sensitive part—where only he was fit for the job.

One hell of a weird threesome.

But finally... finally! Spike moaned with a thrown back head while his cock guided into the opening, feeling the ring of soft muscles take around him at once, clenching his dick, flattening it plushness across his length, draining that horrible agony away.

Oh.. his thrusts were slow and raw at first, still weak in the legs as he slammed his crotch into the cervix, throwing himself against its surface. Within a few seconds, he'd pull back with resistant, keeping there for a moment—before slamming himself back inside.

And Spike rolled his head back. Moaning as he thrust and enjoying the milking of his cock. More. More! Slam after slam, pull after shouts of the word “Fuck!” Quicker was his hips when the cervix condensed more upon him, needing him, the yells of the girl above reaching pitches that broke upon being hit. Having her delicate cervix fucked gently by a tiny while another girl pumped her pussy with talented fingers.

It all ended, of course, when something sharp but light pressed into his back, and the dragon saw, from the top of his eyes from his already tilted back head, those white fingers slamming into his back. They manipulated his tiny frame with a power he did not possess, though it phased through him, a crying above joined by his own.

The tip of the nail set on his back, it lightly rolling back and forth on the joint just above the nail, supporting all of his weight with that meagre movement. But even then he fucked the tight hole at speed he could barely hold while the flushing of burning sweetness expanded across the length of his dick.

“Nnngnnah!” Spike screamed aloud as he came even louder into the tightness of the hole, the fingers still working against him, causing his seed to be milked for everything tiny load he had on hold. Spurts of thick dragon cum shooting deeply into the other side, and though they were nothing compared to the size of everything around him—their minuscule burn was enough for free the giant girl from her jointed agony.

The tunnel undulating tunnel squeezed all around him, a vice grip inches around from all sides, held apart only by the white fingers tucked together. Spike was too weak to do anything as the ground lurched again, the titanic hips holding his new home flicking into the air again, throwing him back into the steady stream of bubbling white honey.

He landed with a splash where his back didn't even touch the ground below. The cry from above matched the tightness of the wall, the gushing and flushing of honey pouring from the ceiling and cascading from the sides, summoning up from below the current.

And Spike drifted spent. He watched the walls suckle on the fingers above much like how he held to him out of desperate need. Every inhale stung his nose with musk, thick enough to be tasted, rending the air heavier with its presence. Soft splashing surrounded him as the distant moan lowered, so too did the body as it shifted with its impossible scale—like Rainbow had dropped her ass to the ground.

Spike knew he had to do something. The current coursed its winding path across the tunnel to the end of the valley in the beyond. Lazily, an arm flopped out from the pool, swiping at a wall, expecting to grab hold of it to stop his drifting.

But his claws lazily splashed in the expansive pond.

And rather than struggle... he enjoyed himself. Spike admired how the length of this sprawling pussy could suddenly house a lazy river that snaked through its depths, there being patches of risen lands on the side—where he could crawl to and lay back on, watching the river course by.

Maybe he could even open a beach inside of here.

Thankfully for him, however, a massive splash erupted somewhere behind him. He could feel those pillars of white pressing into the ponds, parting the sea as they coursed forward, spreading out on a lookout for him.

Then came when a thick shadow cast over his frame and, in finally closing his eyes, he allowed himself to pass out. To finally sleep in this coursing river of cum while something massive settled over his body. He should have been afraid of the giants, and yet, felt protected in the care of this one.

Or maybe he was too tired to care anymore.

Water splashed around him as something curled over him, the last details emitted to his exhausted, sleeping mind.

Rarity had slowly helped the girl slide down the wall as her legs finally buckled. Those little flicks her hips never stopped, not even when her tush settled against the pavement. Inside from between those legs, a tiny dragon lurked, deep within the depths of the wonderful pussy.

She'd sensed something about him. Despite their distance and difference of size. His exhaustion weighed on her mind. Allowing her body control, it took him to her, that tiny, nearly imperceptible tickle on the bottom of her fingertip.

For such a naught little boy, he'd done a lot in a single night, while Rarity's simply teased them all. Even after the deed was done, that wonderfully tight pussy eating at her fingers while Rainbow came, Rarity knew her turn would come soon enough.

That, and having Rainbow reduced to the ground of some alleyway, panting while she came into her own panties... nothing would bat that mental image out of her mind for the rest of her life. Much less whatever had happened inside that pussy. A new world made. She'd have to explore it for herself, one of these days.

“Naughty girl.” Rarity squatted next to her friend, having done so to keep her hand where it was. “Cumming into my palm with my hand still down your underwear. An absolute mess! Do you think you can make it home alone like this?”

Rainbow was gone. Face dazed in pleasure and eyes looking up into the underside of open, metal staircases of fire escapes belonging to both buildings. It took a few seconds to respond, a loose shake of the head, strands of prismatic clinging with sweat to her blue skin.

“My goodness.” Rarity gazed into that open tank top to see those round blue breasts easily wet with perspiration as well. So wobbly as they baked. Begging to be released. Rarity enjoyed the idea of them around her face. “Are you even able to walk back to my place?”

Another goofy grin followed by a shake of the head. The girl had entered another world, it seemed, one Rarity had been hoping to reach herself.

Then something wiggled upon her finger.

Rarity finally had the decency to slip her fingers from in-between that clenching slit, allowing her hand to pull out from the curve of Rainbow's slope. Raising her hand carefully while coming to stand in place, she turned the underside fingers over to her face, gazing upon the dot of pink on the towers of white.

Rarity blew out air in sweet amusement. Laying her hand back in the air, her massive gaze settled on the little dragon, laid back with all limbs spread out, fast asleep on her finger. His minuscule chest rose with his breathing. The poor boy had been knocked out by the whole affair.

Always my knight in shining scales, aren't you? Willing to shrink yourself down to match my fancies—I couldn't give you all that you wanted, and even then, you stuck around because you cared. Without quite meaning to do it, she lowered her head and raised her hand, rolling her purple lips over that single spot. She kissed her saviour of the night. You're a naughty boy in a good way, Spike. It's been a while... but I think you've deserved your rest between the girls.

Rarity pulled out the collar of her top while brushing her other hand inside, wondering how the dragon's face must have looked to see her colossal orbs encased by the black bra underneath, tufts of ebony around the edges. She tucked his body into her cleavage, delighting in how effortlessly he sunk in, held tightly in place by her softness.

And then, upon pulling back her hand, allowed her collar to snap back into place, putting the little dragon to rest. Gazing to the ground, her date laid against the wall with closed eyes as well—a damp and round wet spot at the center of her crotch. Was she... still cumming?

Here I thought I'd given up playing the nice girl. Rarity dove over to her friend, slipping a hand underneath her legs and behind her back, grunting softly as she hoisted Rainbow into her arms. Rainbow's head rolled in the air before settling on the plush curve of the clad breast, sinking into it, much like the miniature dragon tucked between them. Though I do suppose there is a balance to all this.

Without a moment's thought, the tall girl walked through the alleyway at night, holding two others upon her person. She was thankful to the empty street, even more so for the two closer than close to her now. It'd always been her dream to be swept away by a prince strong enough to woo and carry her, but now, the same had become true of her to others.

Author's Note

And so our story reaches its strange conclusion.

I hope this story managed to do something for you. Those for the porn—that a good sock or two has been used. Those for the writing—that it entertained you for an hour or so. And for the rest... well, why are you here?

I genuinely wish I had more words to offer you, folks. But I seem to be running rather low on them as of late. There's a lot of positive things beneath the surface that I feel for a long of things and a lot of people. One day, I'll be able to match NC when it comes to words and lines.

A day, without a doubt, far away.

But until then, I hope you continue to enjoy the contact I keep producing until then.
~ Yr. Pal, B