~ 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