Scales in Sensitive Places

Scales In Sensitive Places
B_25 & Lazy Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that soon was not required.

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

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

Does this girl even know how to make threats?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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