~ 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