Twilight and Twilight; Tiny Vs. Giant

~ II ~

Fetish for Every Friend

“Now you hold yerself there big missy!” Those tiny voices squeaked with such confidence that Sci-Twi paused her hovered foot over the toy of a building. If that little rascal of a pony cared for her town, then if she started crushing houses—that princess would have to emerge. “You may look a lot like our friend, but I sure as shoot know our Twilight wouldn't do a thing like this.”

“Yeah!” A blue fly with rainbow colours buzzed around Sci’s ear. It paused at her right cheek. Wings. This kind of pony could fly. Pegasus? Perhaps. “What gives you the right to go stompin' around anyway? You can't do whatever you want just because you're big!”

Sci smiled. Not even blinking to give herself away, she spun in place, swinging her hand over the blue pony and catching the fly within her grasp. Curling her digits over the tiny's lithe frame, she drew it beneath her face. The pegasus looked cute, caught in the center of herfist, beating her limbs against every inch of her skin. “I can't do as I please, you say? Tell me. Why is that the case?”

“Simply because isn't right, darling!” That voice. It sang with familiarity. “Surely you possess the same good sense as our dear friend, do you not? Crushing things for your own enjoyment hurts others. Surely you understand that? Empathize, perhaps?”

Sci smiled at those hands while her free hand reached for the collar of her outfit, tugging it out. She dived the little pony inward, hearing the cries of Rainbow Dash becoming muffled by her top, nestling the tiny mare within the tightness of her cleavage. “That implies only morals can stop me. Everything I do here is for scientific discovery. Even those within my belly won't find themselves in harm once I return home.”

The group of five stood in the street, each blinking, unable to keep a tremble out from their hooves. Some of them had been fixated with looking up her skirt, though it appeared none assume any would round up inside that tight belly lurking above.

“...I came here without lunch.” Twilight patted her midsection, crumbling the fabric while she did so. “My results would be hindered and biased if I did not have a clear mind and full belly to work off. I assure you, however, these ponies won't find harm for the time being.”

Pinke stepped forward. “So what is it you plan to do with all then, huh. Huh!?”

“Good question.” Sci leaned onto her right foot while holding her chin with a hand. Faintly, the wiggling in-between chest delighted her. Normally, the size of her breasts were… rather small—but now, they became rolling hills to the little mare stuck the heavy purple mounds. “I suppose to see how ponies affect both the hunger and lust of a human. I planned to discover that with my counterpart—though she was unwilling to be a recipient for it.”

Fluttershy perked up. “Y-You think?! Stuffing our friend down your shirt would have anypony afraid of what you’d do!”

“Would it?” Twilight smirked. “I've seen the way you've been looking up my skirt this whole time. I'll admit that kind of attention doesn't come back to me when I'm home. But it seems you have some interest in my anatomy as I have the same kind of yours.”

“Don't be ridiculous now.” The orange one stepped in the way of the shy pony as if that would offer any kind of protection. “Just so happens this one has a crush on the real Twilight. Don't go fillin' that head of yours with fluff.”

“Is that so?” Sci laughed to herself, the five friends so cute, so like how they were back home. Only Sci knew how they all were underneath the surface. The things they craved. Secretes shared at the late hours of slumber parties. “Then I suppose we'll have to put that to the test. Won't we?”

Thuds. Sci gazed over her shoulder, down the narrow street, in time to see a round hoof stomping into the ground, impressing its print inches into the dirt. Purple legs of fur and softness towered upward, connecting to the mass of a barrel of a pony made into a giant.

One of the same size.

“Other me!” Twilight, the pony, cried from the street, the boom of her voice non-existent on the ears. Sci noticed the crowd of ponies gathered behind her crater-size hooves, delighting in the next phase of the experiment about to begin. “I don't know what gave you the mind to do all this. But it ends here! I won't let you destroy another building or hurt another friend.”

Sci smiled. Folding her knees legs underneath her body, she sat on them, lowering herself to the ground—while swooping a hand. Within seconds, it swept over the four remaining friends, gathering them tightly into her grip.

“T-That's not a surrender!” Twilight gasped as her wings flared from her sides, dropping her head while a hoof dug into the ground. She readied her charge. “You put my friends down this instant!”

“I wouldn't do that if I were you—which I am.” Sci rose to her feet and held the struggling friends at chest level—letting them see the occasional bugle against the fabric as the friend tucked behind fought to escape. “Come any closer and my hand does the same. All around your little friends.”

Twilight blinked as her wings dropped. “You wouldn't.”

“Of course, I wouldn't.” Sci smiled anyway. “But you won't chance it anyway.” She laughed. “At least, I wouldn't—hence my previous statement.”

Twilight kept silent. Her long tail swished above her ankles, accidentally brushing aside a row of ponies behind her. She whipped her head around at once, expression guilty, professing rapid apologies. Perfect.

“You enjoyed that right now, didn't you?” Sci risked a step closer to the giant pony who, despite who increased size, came still only to her chin. The alicorn dipped in place, eyes still glued on her approaching form. “Something inconsequential as your tail able to swat ponies away with how silky smooth it as. An act you didn't think about able to affect their whole world.”

Twilight's eyes fluttered while her head dipped lowered. Her tail swung again, sideways, knocking more ponies away and creating a current of air pushing away those behind. Something was different about the breeze she created though. Warm and damp; thick with something.

Twilight tucked her muzzle aside, avoiding eye contact with everyone. “What exactly is it you're trying to do here?”

“Something... enjoyable for all.” Sci actually stopped a few feet away from the pony, coming to hold out her fist, showing that the four were not so tightly bound as the sight suggested. “You and I are the same. We'd change the same way depending on what occurs to us. What we think and feel, the choices we make on any given subject—they're akin.”

Twilight shook her head. “I wouldn't destroy my own town simply because it feels good!”

“Of course you wouldn't—but we all need to have those special days, don't we?” Sci flew her other hand forward, laying it upon the soft cheek of the pony. Soft purple fur brushed her finger with plush coating underneath. “One day to break the hum-drum of normal life. Where every pony submits to their true desires. Years of building and repressing expressed in a day of indulgence and destruction.”

“I already told you—“

“That you wouldn't hurt anypony or destroy any buildings.” Sci stepped past the pony, letting her eyes dance upon that sizable rump. Bubbly cheeky curved in perfection. Its rich colour looking as though it could be licked off like candy. “But within that clause, you didn't state any dislike for it. Like me, something about this power—a power we normally can't use on others—now free to be expressed.”

Twilight glared from over her shoulder. “Sometimes, it's nice being a princess... and sometimes there’s a nicer fantasy inside my head of being one.”

“Then cast a spell.” Sci rolled the orange earth pony into her other hand, allowing the tiny body to settle on the center of her palm—as big as a court to the miniature one. “There is something else I've felt besides the magic here. The urge for domination and destruction by all present. Even what I assume to be Applejack will beg for the offer I’m about to make.”

Applejack had been lying on her back by the time her sense of gravity seemed to return, taking the hat fallen to her side and swiping it back onto her head. The purple surface tilted a little, the opening below giving view the grand slope of Twilight's right flank. “Oh, hay.”

“You admire it, don't you?” Sci said to the tiny in her palm as her voice flushed all around it. “It's plush—but firm. Big, yet compressed. Soft to sink into; taut enough to not sink too deeply. How long have you admired it for?”

Applejack shook her head. “I don't do such a thing with my friends!”

“Is that the truth?”

Her head gazed over her shoulder up at the monolithic face, mouth opening but keeping silent not out of fear.... but out of truth. Blinking, she slammed a hoof against the smooth skin of the hand. “Maybe a peek or two. But nothin' as dirty as yer preposin'!”

She then gazed over at the distant and blurry muzzle of Twilight. “I'm sorry, Twi. Don't mean to take advantage of you or nothin'. Just... enjoy a mare towin' a wagon is all.” She swallowed upon the field, dipping to the underside of the giant cheek, its heavy weight felt without being touched. “Especially when it's made of purple.”

“Tell me, do you wish to have your body pressed across the massive flank?” Sci asked with a smile, lowering down onto her legs again. She trapped ponies between her thighs, keeping them locked underneath her panty-crotch. “Layer after layer of tush rolling against you while your body is rubbed all over it. Knowing you're being kneaded into the butt of your friend. Doesn't that turn you on at all?”

The words that came next were but a word, not a shout or cry, but a whisper and a whimper.

“Please.”

Sci smiled. “And you, princess? Also tell me, for the sake of this experiment, if having this willing friend of yours rubbed into your butt doesn't please you in some way? Knowing she's tiny, conquered by something like your tush, unable to fight back the rolling waves of a single flank.'

Twilight sighed, dipped her head, then nodded.

“F-Fine.”

The glare of the sun glinted in Sci's glasses as she continued with her test. Without hesitation, her hand came upon the right cheek of the exposed rump, cupping it the best she could, palm against its underside where it was heaviest with fingers running as far across the slope as they could. Between the plush of the tush and the smoothness of her skin, Sci could feel the wiggling of the tiny, pressing into a rolling hill of flank that weighed into her like a soft purple sky suddenly falling.

“Interesting. You’re liking this. Aren't you?” The rest of Sci's palm backed into the purple dough, the soft and hefty weight laying over her hand, little squeezes of the fingers sending flab spilling through the gaps.

That tiny pony had hugged all four limbs across the tushy field of lavender, hugging the warm goodness into her belly—which then spilled all around her. “Having that little filly hug your flank like a teddy bear. Something like your ass dominating her world. A whole mare's appreciation for a single part of your body—nothing more than a tickle to you, an overflowing sensation to her.”

Sci wasn't surprised when that rump tensed for a second, the softness of fat tightening into smooth muscles, forcing weighing double on the poor orange mare. Her rump backed even more into the hand, drawing circles with her hips, utterly crushing the tiny caught by her ass.

“But there's more to be enjoyed than that.” Sci pulled her hand away, sensing the two mares in heat whining at once. They lost themselves to a trance of pleasure. One that would keep on until the experiment was done. “You have tight flanks for a rump awfully big. Which makes doing something like this a lot easier.”

Sci grabbed the base of the long tail with the hand of ponies, letting them press against the thick strands while she held it up, freeing the trapped, hot air underneath. It wafted over her face, a sweet and dense musk filling her lungs, a fuzzy vulva with its fur slick. Above, with the cheeks pressing tightly together, Sci gripped Applejack with a set of fingers.

She brought her in close, allowing the balls of her fingers to roll over Applejack's own derriere hearing the breaking squeaks of a toy as the dangling hind legs twitched below her hand. Bringing her face in close with narrowed eyes, Sci gazed at the crux of the orange crotch—only for spurts of shooting honey to splatter across the broad lens of her glasses.

“Huh.” Twilight pressed her face into her shoulder, wiping the cum off her glasses against the fabric of her outfit. Then, in pushing them back, she muttered: “Interesting.”

Sci brought her hand underneath the base of the tail, tucking the miniature orange mare into the crack of the pony's ass, at the very top, the curving walls of lavender tush gripping her body. Applejack rested her forehooves on the rising slope of each flank, feeling it sink into the surface, the fat of ass rubbing against the hotness of her slit.

“Enjoy your warm seat.” Sci's free hand reached for the base of the tail, grabbing it while bringing the group of friends down to Twilight's hot slit. Below, her clit winked out, wet and hungry, the tunnel within damp and steamy. “As for the rest of you—Fluttershy? Is your crush true for this one?”

She even risked rolling out her index finger, having allowed the pegasus to stand upon the narrow lane of skin. The massively long pussy loomed in the distance, tight despite its size, winking ever open to the tiny, shy one before it. “The body reacts in earnest where the mouth may sometimes lie. Twilight enjoys the idea of you being close to her privates—if the rise of temperature is to be believed.”

The pegasus gazed up at her friend high above, held tightly by those pressing flanks, who was awash in happiness. Even though she couldn't see above the massive rump to the narrow purple lands beyond it, Fluttershy could feel the gaze of her giant friend upon her.

“I-I've always liked Twilight for a while,” Fluttershy's voice was soft, yet somehow, its sweetness heard by all. “E-Even more so when she became bigger than the rest of us. And now, when her... most special of places is open before me—that I could get lost within that wonderful place.”

Sci smirked. This was becoming an exciting experiment. “Twilight, you're going to have to lift your own tail for this one.” Without giving more of a hint to her words, she sat up, allowing her other hand to wrap over the fluffy chest of the mare. “Enjoy yourself as much as you can. The results will be most interesting to record.”

Sci raised the pony onto her hind legs, coming to rise behind her, feeling the gap between those legs spread in anticipation. Not wasting any time, she dove her other hand into the skirt and waistband of her panties, allowing Rarity and Pinkie to roll down the smooth slope of cotton. “I hope you two behave yourself in there. Your Twilight is a big girl after all—she's going to need more than one tiny mare to do the job well.”

None knew what the other giant meant by those words, only that, for the ponies caught still by the sight of the two towering girls playing—and that massive horse pussy of a pretty princess now exposed—felt a shadow passing over them. Sci grabbed a handful of tiny ponies, gripping them loosely.

“Now let's see about you, Twilight.” Sci placed her fingers on the base of Twilight's pussy, feeling submerged juices rise at the pressure. Her legs quaked at having her smooth button brushed over, a place embodied in sensitivity. “Larger than normal. It makes sense for a pony. Yet there's something oddly normal about it as well.”

“W-Woah! Nnnghnn....” The giant dropped her massive ass for a moment, feeling her cunt... stretched, tugged and pulled, rubbed and pressed in ways a hoof could never do before. The precise and delicate touch of fingers against her clit nearly caught her thighs to clench together. “Y-Your hands! They're... so much better than a hoof!”

“They are? Well, I suppose a hoof could never fit inside of you like this.”

With those words, Sci dipped her hand filled with tiny ponies into the entrance of Twilight's cunny, feeling the vulva quiver at the touch. With a set of fingers, she shoved the tinies inside the cave of a cunt—the velvet walls within clenching, tightly, on those miniature bodies caught within.

“Yes! Yes! More like that! Keep shoving ponies into my pussy!” Twilight bounced on the spot upon riding the feeling of living things fingered deeply into her privates, enjoying the bliss of clenching her walls, feeling the crowds of ponies within being tucked deeper within her by something like a simple movement. “The way your fingers shove so deeply inside! Strong enough to hold my walls apart! Oh, I can feel the little ones spilling onto my depths.”

“Good! Because there is one last thing I would like to do before we're done.” Sci gripped the pony once more, plucking the fingers from deep within the cunt—feeling the folds closing, leaving those trapped inside like so. “There is one last secret your other friend has been hiding. Probably the reason only one of them climbed into my pussy.”

Sci pulled the giant pony back at that, drawing on her chest and moving out of the way, her hind legs struggling against the ground while the pussy holding prisons winked once more. The tidal wave of tail brushed forward while the rest of the towering body fell back—a hand gently pressed against her lower back, guiding the body into a soft crash of houses underneath her tail.

“Ack! H-Hey! What was all that about!” The sprawling body of pony laid over the demolished buildings, her fat flanks levelling an entire corner. She went to get up before the human hovered, nearly sitting, over her crotch. “Nnnhn... those ponies still inside me.”

“It would appear having tiny creatures trapped within you is causing your body to wiggle for different reasons beyond mere pleasure.” Sci dipped another hand into her skirt, fingers feeling around inside her underwear—touching upon the small plump form of one. “Fluttershy looked so adorable to be inside you. Gaze upon your long stomach. Seeing it heavy with your every breath. She's inside that giant body of yours, tucked somewhere deep, alive and well and moving around, amazed to be so far lodged within your cunt.”

“S-Stop that...” Twilight arched her hips during those words, without a doubt, lifting the ground for those within her, changing their balance of gravity by simply raising her butt off the ground. That power of controlling the miniature world inside her cunt. “Please... it feels too good...”

“And it's about to feel better in another place.” Sci pulled the white unicorn from the band of her skirt, though instead of raising her, laid her on the fluffy field of Twilight's soft belly. The ground sunk as tall strands of purple rose around her. “In the other world, our friend here revealed a certain something she was into.”

Rarity laid splayed on the sprawling tummy, four hooves outward with her miniature stomach pressing into an inch of the one made up of miles. Seconds later, that massive stomach rumbled—hungry to food, vibrating pleasantly beneath her.

“Rarity?” The unicorn lifted her face to the belly rolling outward into the landscape of the giant chest, where, above, the monolithic muzzle of Twilight blurred as it held itself up. “What is she talking about?”

“Um, w-well you see, d-d-darling.”

Twilight's eyes blinked. Becoming wet. Pleading.

“Oh, well. Cat’s out of the bag as it were.” Rarity struggled onto wobbly legs, the rolling ground the soft belly beneath her hooves hard to keep stable on. “It may or may not be a fascination of mine... to wind up in the belly of another mare. Something about it tingles at the skin! Trapped within a massive maw, carried down a long and tight throat, deposited into a world inside her stomach. Kept and trapped there, you all around me... while you haven't the faintest clue I'm with—and inside— you.”

Twilight exhaled a careful breath. “T-That's what you want? To be eaten?”

“In a non-fatal way—I suppose.”

Twilight gazed upon the tiny friend laid on the soft slope of her belly, the little tickles her bitty hooves pressing against the plush surface of her skin. Knowing how a tiny Rarity compared to the rest of her body sent a kick out through her leg. There was no comparison. She'd be lucky to even have Twilight know she was there.

But to wind up on the other side? To be inside that belly rather than on top of it? Knowing she carried her friend around in her stomach, unaware of her weight or even that she was there, continuing on as if things were normal—while another lived, trapped within her?

“I... can cast a spell after this to reverse everything that's been done.” Twilight charged her horn with magic, a faint spell settling over the lands and over herself, on everypony within a close radius. “Should anyone be crushed or... devoured, they'll be safe in my belly.”

“And not to be crude.” Rarity tried not to be frightened when fingers plucked her from that pudgy belly, brought over to the staggering muzzle of her friend. Twilight licked her lips, parting them slightly to reveal the view inside her maw. “But I trust the way out will be clean as well?”

“...I'll have another spell in place for that.” Twilight blinked a final time, preparing herself to actually eat a beloved friend. “But are you sure about this Rarity? Those down there can still get out. But when I swallow you, there's no getting out of me.”

“That's part of the appeal, darling.” Rarity looked so cute above, tiny and minuscule, like a marshmallow with how plush her body was. Knowing all of it would be nothing on her tongue, dwarfed immensely by every inch inside her mouth. “Knowing I cannot escape that wonderful body of yours. I trust riding along in your stomach won't be the most horrible of experiences. Tis... a rather strange kink.”

“If you're okay with it.” Twilight parted her mouth wide, her tail whipping between her legs, pussy clamping by itself at the thought of eating a friend. Within a second, the fingers let go, and Rarity dropped, splashing onto her tongue and rolling down it. “Bon appetit!”

Twilight closed her lips once her friend had entered, the sweet taste of marshmallow on her tongue, tinged with the taste of strawberries. She moaned—reverberating through the cave of her mouth—while her friend melted upon her tongue.

How did it all look to her? Surrounded by rows of teeth, curved walls of skin beyond, the round opening now shut with the interior of those plush lips the only sight to be seen. Swaying back and forth on that rolling tongue, bearing the weight of her body, lightly splashing into the saliva below? Each sound, each breath and moan, amplified and echoing within that closed maw?

And then, Twilight swallowed. She didn't mean to do it so quickly—but her friend swished to the back of her throat too easily and, with a single gulp, claimed the tiny body into the tight passage. At once, her head tilted back while her hoof flew to her exposed throat, following the lump of her friend until it disappeared beneath her chest, spitting the bulge into her stomach—where not a trace of Rarity could be seen.

If any gazed upon the lying Twilight now, all they would see was her cute belly exposed, guessing nothing of the miniature unicorn tucked deep, so deeply inside. Inside, even if the unicorn threw herself against the towering stomach walls—it wouldn't make so much as a bulge on the other side.

“A pony willing to be eaten by another and stuffed in her stomach? This world is filled with fascinating data.” Sci smirked upon reaching a hand back, into the flanks of the pony, plucking out the small Applejack. “Enjoyed yourself in there, Applejack? Good, because I'm going to need you for another research project.”

Sci slipped her other hand into the back of her underwear, tugging it out to reveal the warm, supple cheeks of her ass. The dimness within teased the eye with utter delight. “You've got to see how a pony tush feels. Now you're going to spend some time against my butt. Once we're done, you're going to tell us which one you enjoy more, alright?”

And not even waiting for a response, she dropped the tiny in, waiting a few seconds until something pelted her left cheek, rolling deeper within her panties. With the tiny body pinned against the surface of her crack, she slipped her fingers out, the waistband snapping against her waist.

“Now that you and I are holding sufficient specimens for future testing,” Sci began upon standing from the panting mare, leaning onto a foot. “How about we return to my world and continue our testing? You can clean the mess here once we have our results.”

Twilight loosely rolled onto her stomach, the houses caught underneath her crushed underneath her softest weights. She felt terrible for a second, wondering if the pudge of her belly would protect the tiny inside. Faint tickles came from within her stomach. Ones easily overshadowed by the tingles in her pussy.

“So long as we're not gone for too long.” Twilight rose onto her hooves, all of which trembled from her pleasure. Each step was hard when crowds were alive and trapped deep within her cunt. Or the lone tingles of caught within the slope of her stomach. “I'm going to have a long letter to write to Princess Celestia once we're done with all this.”

The two continued to the portal, of course, not without Twilight swooping her long neck down over ponies on the streets, collecting them within her mouth and swallowing them down her throat. All the different ways of getting them in, being it directly hovering over them or letting her tongue pluck them from the roads.

Sci had equally been as devious, sometimes grabbing a hand full of ponies by breaking a hand through the second story of a home, taking the ponies hiding and sneaking behind Twilight, using those great, nimble fingers to stretch her vulva apart, stuffing more and more live ones deep into her cunt. All those tingles clenched together by her overpowered walls. Oh, how strong Twilight felt.

This, continuing to the portal.

The two passed through the portal—normal to them and giant for everyone else—without stopping a step. Twilight felt herself grabbed from behind, swirled around and raised onto her hind legs, feeling the head of the human come close, lips pressing against hers.

Her eyes rolled back while something twitched at her lips when she parted them, the narrow tongue of her other self entered—along with a few more tinies, tossed from giant tongue to giant tongue, large mouth to large mouth, now swallowed into the throat of the massive pony.

And then Sci pushed her through the portal, unto her back, with her body quickly falling through. But when the tunnel of swirling magic and brightness flashed into the burning sun of the new world, Twilight expected to become normal once more.

Only, when she fell onto the new world, she saw the miniature structure of a school loom below her towering body that, when her body crashed against it, her flanks slammed into most of the school, crushing it with pony plushness, her cheeks wobbling from the impact as each ripple destroyed more within its devastating vicinity.

And Sci colossal body quickly fell onto hers, lips falling again, with her foot craving through the front of the school—breaking through the statue with ease. The two giant laid there, one on top of the other, their bodies filled with miniature ponies...

Just as tiny humans came flooding from the streets.