Scales In Sensitive Places
B_25 & Lazy Reader

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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