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Twilight and Twilight; Tiny Vs. Giant
I | Friends Trapped Inside the Stomach Together
Twilight and Twilight; Tiny Vs. Giant
B_25 & Knarfdarf
And out of the nothingness was how it blazed—blue bolts of electricity sizzling into existence against whipping winds. Air swept over the bending spades of the fields of grass. Many of them, stacked together, sprawling outside of town.
It was here four ponies travelling across the winding dirt path—two stallions and two mares enjoying a double date—slowed to a stop, craning their heads back to the sight in the sky. Electricity spread in a thick, sloped pillar surging downard from each end, crashing together just above the grass.
The ponies shivered at the construction of the electrical circle, unable to behold its size and height as it beamed with power. Its height and width no doubt rose above fifty-feet. The space within the great circle pouring into existence a substance akin to a liquid mirror.
Breaths held, limbs stilled, fear intensifying.
Twilight Sparkle stepped through the portal not expecting it to work, the strange readings of energy from the other side too high to ignore. Even her mind whispered to hold back as her foot phased through the liquid glass—having answers, rather than assumptions, was not worth the risk.
But when she came into the new world, she did so with a boom, a colossal foot crashing into the ground. It sunk deeper into the earth than usual. The sensation so odd it drew her mind from hesitation. Twilight gazed down and across the clinging clothing of her school-uniform, past the hem of her skirt, seeing her dress shoes sunk into the field of green.
That isn't right, Twilight thought while applying more pressure to her foot, feeling it sink inches more. It felt like standing on sand than grass—seeing how superficially plush and weak the grounding had been. That portal really was an entrance to another world then! B-But, for a place exuding PEAKS of energy... this world itself is rather... malleable.
Something reflected in the corner of her glasses. Things looming below and quite small. Her eyes blinked twice at the difference of distance and height between them. They were so far below. Tiny ponies not even reaching the top at the front of her shoe.
Twilight hadn't been standing on mere grass. Oh no. Her foot ceased to be reasonable and instead now colossal. An entire field required to house a single foot, and even then, it sunk to the dirt beneath the grass to bear her weight.
The levels of energy here are astronomical, and yet, the life forms here… are smaller than my fingers. She squatted over the ground, aware those four stood beneath her skirt, able to see the tight white panties clinging to her bottom. The stallions gazed into the world lurking within her skit with amazed expressions plastered on their faces. What's this? The males here are still attracted to me despite our differences in species and sexual orientation?
Could such simple creatures bear the intelligence to understand what they were looking at? Her panties may have been snug, but they still covered her privates well—the doughy underside of purple tush and a revealing camel toe not counting. They know what they’re seeing without hint of anything explicit. They must bear an intelligence above the average for an animal.
And yet, despite this, she blushed.
Humans or animals. It was disrespectful to look up a lady's skirt. With a sweep of her arm toward the group, Twilight swept the four into her palm, curling her fingers into a fist, the heads of all caught above the grip of her hand. Returning to her towering height, she hovered the tinies before her face, peering at them with a narrowed brow.
Parting her lips, she went to speak—only for the growl of her stomach to interrupt.
Oh... that's right. Twilight weakly laughed with flushing cheeks. She'd gotten so caught in opening the portal without celestial means, excited at the first spark of life beyond her own that she didn't break for food. Or to bring any. This may be a problem if getting back home isn't as easy.
Her gaze swept across the fields rolling into the distance, each one a mere step to her foot—a minute of galloping to the tiny ponies—seeing, afar, a glimmering stream curved into the earth, set through a winding path. If the giant lowered her mouth into the trench like she did with a water fountain… then maybe she would get as much water out of it.
The flowing current of a ravine, wide enough to fit five, deep enough for ten to sink, becoming nothing more than a bottle of water for the titan girl. That would take care of the water situation for now. But food. Protein. That’s harder to come by.
Would it? Twilight turned her head slowly back to the ponies wiggly against her palm, their tiny muzzles gazing up at her massive face. Some squaked. That was interesting. Even more so was how unquiely tasty each one looked. I've never eaten a whole animal before.
Twilight yanked the hand underneath her nose, sniffing the bunched snacks. Whispers of shrieks and squeals erupted below. An odd mixture of scents. A tickle of hazelnut, a whiff of strawberry, a dash of cinnamon. Then the freshness of mint flushing a pleasant chill into her lungs.
Another interesting recording. These animals seem to be capable of sounds beyond their usual neighing. Their coats are immaculately clean, and their bodies smell of sweets and other such things. Their scent tends to match their appearance. Is this a natural occurrence?
Those were questions to be filed on a report, but different ones bubbled up, ones more... personal. Their bodies struggled within her hand, forehooves lined across the curving top of her closed fist, pressing tightly on the skin while the bodies within the grip twisted against the purple walls.
It tickled. Their soft furs spinning against her smooth skin, knowing that things soft, tasty and cute, were tiny and caught in her hand. Without quite meaning to Twilight tightened her fist, delighting in the raise of screams; an absolute power that cost her zero effort.
Living things unable to escape the grip of my hand... struggling against it with every effort in their body... held so high in the air... I could walk around with them swinging at my sides. Such cute and helpless things. If their odour is natural... then would that mean...
Even though she was a towering giant, powerful with a miniature world beneath her, Twilight still gazed over her shoulder—as if someone else her height would be standing there, arms crossed over their chest, obviously disappointed in her act.
But what Twilight saw instead was a castle looming in the distance, on the side of some mountains which, to her, was more a hill than anything else. So there were structures here after all? These creatures didn't happen to be the small thing about this world. Everything had been tiny—at least to her.
Now I... I wouldn't normally do this... but it's for the sake of research, right? Twilight hovered her other hand over the group of panicking ponies, letting them pinch over the hazelnut stallion. Plucking him from her hold, she dangled him below her chin. Besides. He was a naughty colt anyway. Staring up at my panties like that.
Twilight drew him close to her lips, seeing his minuscule limbs wave as if batting away the invisible force pulling him close. She giggled. The unfortunate thing was barely the size of her mouth. Deciding to permit mercy—and garner a quick taste—she pressed the stallion into a kiss.
Delicious.
Every strand thick hazelnut teased wonderfully against her lips. Daring to only peek the tip of her tongue in-between them, Twilight licked the stallion's underbelly, the texture of his body spilling a thin substance onto the bed of her tongue. It wasn't much—but the taste was unmistakable.
The taste of creamy chocolate, lightly spread but dense in texture, mouthwatering in deliciousness. Twilight couldn't be blamed when her mouth opened straight away, tilting her head back and letting go of the stallion—letting him drop into her maw.. She closed her eyes in anticipation of milky chocolate goodness melting on her tongue.
Within a few seconds, however, nothing like that happened. Twilight blinked, opening her eyes with confusion—only for it to clear upon settling on the sight. She saw him above, the minuscule thing, forehooves resting on her top lip with hindlegs slipping on her bottom. His body spread out to hold the reach—though his belly arched inward due to awkward positioning.
Self-aware, aren't they? Reacting so quickly.
Had this been a dumb cow tossed into her mouth, well, it wouldn't have been much of a game. But to have a pony knowing the true fear for the power of her maw and the size of her being.
Twilight giggled. Her warm breathes flushed over the tiny stallion poised over her mouth, shifting in place, hooves lifting and setting back on her lips every few.seconds. He was slipping. His footing harder to keep.
How did all of this look from his perspective? Pressing against either lip to keep out of the confines of her mouth, where the bed of her tongue loomed, vines of drool leaking from the ceiling of her mouth—teeth, white, glinting in delight. To be tucked away in such a place that stored food, cutting off access to the outside world with only a closing of a mouth, waiting in moist darkness to be sent away to eternal blackness within a taut purple belly.
Twilight moaned. Unbecoming of her. But even with that thought, her tongue still slithered up, a snake crafted out of a part of her body, teasing its tip across the poor stallion’s face. Her eyes kept on him, letting him know he was being watched, a humiliation as something like her tongue teased while she admired the show.
And then she stuck her tongue out. There was more struggling in her other hand, something her eyes flicked down to catch, seeing the ponies there holding out a hooves toward the stallion. Unready to see their friend eaten alive by a giant girl.
Twilight settled her gaze on the stallion a final time, his pathetic struggling against her lips… adorable. Winking, Twilight swept her tongue over his body, curling around his frame, plucking him inside. He slipped inside with ease, despite fighting, rolling around while his tiny hooves beat on her curve of her tongue.
Oooh! A fighter! Interesting for my research!
The stallion, with her tongue rolled around him, slipped through the tight opening in front of him, landing on with a splash on the squishy grounding. He staggered to the right, then shifted to the left—grazing dangerously close to the bottom row of her teeth.
And he did this, all the while, holding out a hoof to the narrow opening of the cave, where the outside world, safe and free, loomed just beyond. Close. So close to freedom. Only the closer he drew, the harder each step became, the ground tilting up, inch by inch, the slickness of the floor sliding his hooves back.
“No! No! Please! Don't do this!” The cries of the stallion echoed in a whisper from her mouth. So these creatures could speak! With that detail happily in mind, Twilight waited for the creature to hook his forehooves over her raised bottom teeth. “I don't want to go down there! Or be Here! Please! S-Spit me out! Anything!”
The stallion pushed his head past her lips, his outstretched hoof reaching inches further. Freedom so close. Fresh breezes instead of humid breaths making him sweat. His lower half struggled to climb her bottom lip, that was, just as both shut together, sucking his head, with a pop, back into her maw, leaving his hoof, tightly tucked between the cushions of her lips.
It lingered an inch in the free world.
Making sure to gaze over at the little ponies within her hand, Twilight slurped the tiny hoof past her lips, ensuring all had seen her do so. They screamed and cried and fought against her grip. More delightful sensations for her to drink.
Twilight closed her eyes and moaned from the taste on her tongue. Sweet chocolate spreading across her taste buds while minuscule hooves wailed against the interior of her maw.
She giggled. It must have been echoing thunder for the one caught inside her mouth. It became especially cute when the little one slammed into the walls of her cheek, causing them to blow out out the side... only to whip back into his tiny frame.
Alright. That's enough teasing for now.
Twilight pressed her tongue against that same cheek, sliding in low and beneath the hooves of the stallion, pushing on his heels while it shot forward, causing him to collapse backward on her blanket of red. Curling her tongue, so the sides came up like walls, Twilight pulled it, and the stallion, to the back of her mouth, delighting his rolling and rocking in place.
Down you go, my little morsel.
Twilight shut her eyes and tilted her head back, being sure to draw her other hand close to her throat for the little ones to see her great swallow. The tiny stallion flew against the back of her throat. Pulled at once by the tight muscles of her esophagus.
She moaned at his impact, that hazelnut taste, feeling wiggles fighting at the base of her throat. How it struggled against her muscles, ones she hadn't felt before suddenly able to squeeze that little stallion to the limit.
His plump little body swallowed into her throat, his soft coat rubbing against her velvet walls, a bugle so round against her skin that her pussy itched with flames in response to how he felt.
Without thinking, Twilight brought her hand to her exposed throat, pressing the trio of ponies against her smooth skin. She awaited the sensation. Of that fat bulge coursing down, stretching her skin delightfully, sensing the roadblock down ahead.
The poor ponies cried at the rising skin,, the bulge pushing them away to ensure its route downward. A mass of softness, tightly held and quickly pushed, an unstoppable bodily function.
Twilight opened her eyes to the ponies. Their friend tossed in a mouth, played with then swallowed? To feel his form passing down the massive throat, which a giant hand held them against, feeling him go to her belly. A place he could not return from.
Then Twilight felt it. His form slightly too big for her tight passage—which only enriched the experience. His body squeezed beneath her chest, underneath her breasts, reaching the end of her winding tunnel. With a final squeeze, the heft of his body dropped into the sac of her belly, colliding against the ground, sagging her personal pouch—a hiccup of a burp following his impact.
“Mmmhmm!” Twilight’s eyes rolled back from the filling taste, a soft series of struggles pounding from inside her belly. She imagined it. His tiny form running around, every step a tickle against her lining, the way her stomach housed an entire other being feeling beyond delightful. “Not quite a meal—but, without a doubt, a perfect snack.”
Her free hand patted her belly, smacking back the one inside, knocking the stallion onto his rump. Now that was a tingle coursing through her pussy. Here she was, knocking another creature down by simply patting her belly... with him already trapped inside of her. The power—and his humiliation—rubbed her thighs together.
“Now then! It would appear the rest of you are intelligent after all.” Her feet arched over the fields, each step thunderous, leaving a court-wide footprint. “it’s unlikely you're unique from the rest of your kind in that regard. Unfortunately, you three were the first to make contact with me—on an empty stomach.”
Twilight walking through the lands with her eyes set on miniature houses blurred in the distance, the start of some town where the fields of grass began to cease. More of their nature would be there—including the source of the abundant power. If the beeping from the scantron in her outfit pocket were to be believed.
“My name is Twilight Sparkle, but since my friends know me for my love of science, they tend to call me Sci-Twi instead.” Twilight raised her other hand behind the held friends. Each seemed stunned by the reveal of her name—that the mint unicorn didn't realize she'd been plucked by those snuck fingers until it was too late. “So they shortened it down to Sci, and I will be the one eating you today.”
She giggled upon leaning back her head, hovering the tiny unicorn over her gaping maw, lolling her tongue out. “I need to be well-fed to ensure I make the best impression on the rest of your kind—and I doubt they'll be able to hear your voices from deep inside my belly.”
The little mare swam through the air with her hooves while being slowly lowered onto the waiting tongue, the tip of her horn charging faintly—but unable to hold any kind of glow. Twilight noted this before offering her final words. “Don't worry! My tummy is pretty tight. You'll be joining your friend pretty soon and, not only that, but all of this is for science too!”
And with that, she dropped the unicorn onto her tongue. An explosion of mint spread across her tastebuds upon slurping the little one inside. Twilight didn't close her mouth right away, allowing the small one to see, from upon laying on her front upon the tongue, the curving rows of teeth, both up and down, and the outside world from within the giant maw. Slowly, the lips closed, the light dying, until all was moist, dim and doomed, low hums of a predator surrounding the prey.
So the friends of four found their picnic, reorganized, into the belly of a giant.
Twilight Sparkle, one of the few ponies with wings and a horn, wasn’t sure what to expect upon hearing the distant booms, the crashing thuds, the creaking of wood and the shouting of townsfolk. Gazing out the balcony of her castle revealed currents of ponies streaming across the street below, one direction, with screams never coalescing.
It was when she had made it down to the streets, fighting through crowds of rushing ponies and ensuring their safety, that she continued in the direction from which they all fled. If none had been willing to slow or stop, then danger was immediate. Not a second could be wasted on sorting her confusion.
Twilight soon found herself nearing the edge of the city. Distant booms grew louder despite the absence of harsh winds. Something big was coming. Maybe some new villain or threat? Shaking her head, she hoped for neither. Even if a great fight was coming, at least it would be with the town cleared, no innocents at risk of being harmed.
“Oh... d-dear Celestia.” Twilight's hooves slowed against the dirt while her head tilted back at the approaching sight, the racing of her heart burning through the veins of her body. Sweating, she stepped back, unable to make sense of anything. “It couldn't be... could it?”
The polished shoe smashed into the ground a few feet away, launching her body, met with a yelp, into the air. Her hooves touched back onto the grass again, trembling. With her head tilted all the way back, she gazed up at her giant, towering human counterpart.
“U-Um hello! Greetings! W-Welcome to Ponyville, uh, m-me!” Twilight pawed a hoof into the ground, keeping her eyes high but lowering her head as much as she could. At least, it helped drain some of the dread from her mind. “I-I don't quite know why you're here. But that's okay! Do you, um, think you could stop stomping your foot around?”
From all the way in the clouds, a glint of those massively wide lenses burned as vastly as the sun, the eyes behind them bigger than moons. With an arched eyebrow, the giant paused in place, bending down into a squat, her colossal frame consuming the entire width of the street.
“Interesting.”
Was that meant to be a good or bad thing? Twilight went to think on the matter—but found her eyes caught with something else. Panties. Vast and long and sprawling. White smoothness looking flexible to the slightest curve. They accentuated what laid beneath. A miniature world manifested inside some cute looking underwear.
It was in this daze that a hand swept to the side of her, clutching her entire frame from the ground and into her palm while the giant rose back up. With a racing heart, Twilight shifted against the soft fingers. She'd been gripped tighter than she liked—but didn't want to call foul yet.
This is another me we're talking about! Maybe she's just here to make contact in this world! She just doesn't know the strength of her size. Noooooo need to freak out. Keep calm, Twilight. DON'T freak out.
Twilight felt her stomach lurch upon flying into the air. The giant held her close, a little too close, the lavender face double the size of a boulder—but far cuter than one. Not entirely comfortable, the giant whipped her head back, seeing a house behind her... which she then sat upon.
The creaking and struggling of wood made Twilight wince within the warm hold of the hand. As much as she hated to admit it, having those long and soft and slender fingers wrapped around her body, holding her weight as she laid straight... felt rather lovely. Especially the fingers wrapped tightly around her rump, squeezing her plump flanks with a deliciousamount of pressure.
D-Don't go... t-thinking about that. It's just a byproduct of being held... by a giant hand... by a towering and cute and human version of yourself. Twilight blinked as her counterpart sat down on the house, the structure collapsing under a story underneath the weight of her massive tush. Despite the enormous size of her cheeks, they still appeared rather tight—to be contained in such taut underwear, that was.
Damn it. Trying to stop those thoughts was too much. The towering figure of her other self using something like a house for a chair, the weight of her bottom and the rest of her body causing the building to buckle into itself, struggling to support the giant as it creaked. Those sprawling legs crossing over the other while black socks clung to the pillar of purple skin.
And if they had been any ponies down by that black shoe, they would have looked up, into that wonderful space encased within the dome of the short skirt, the underside of the panties riding up in the area between her crotch and rump.
A view up skirt of massive proportions.
“S-So! Do you mind—I don't know—explaining how you got here in the first place?” Twilight's tail dangled from underneath the hand, its strands brushing against the long wrist. “Coming here before a proper moon shouldn't have been possible! And, not only that, but your size should have snapped your legs like a—“
“Quiet horse!” Suddenly the hand tightened into a vice grip as it clenched the air from her pudgy belly. Twilight wiggled against the increasing pressure while the hand drew her closer to the immense face. “I'm a scientist and you're the subject! That long horn and wings of yours make you the most prestige of your kind, correct?”
The pressure lightened. Twilight drank every breath. Laughing when her lungs were full “W-Well, not that I think so. I may so happen to be one of the princesses of this world. Equestria, that is.” Another series of half-formed giggled spilled out from her lips. “I don't think I'm better than anypony else. But I do possess more magic than most. Same kinda goes with intelligence—n-not that I'm boasting! Hehe… hehehe… heh...”
“Good.” There was something different about the giant Twilight, something cold, yet passionate. A fire burning within ice; pony Twilight knew that part of herself best of all. The times when she lost her soul too deeply in a study or when a part of her cracked from the pressure of being... well, herself. “Since you are an encapsulation of your own kind, then you should be the only specimen I need to take back home.”
Twilight twisted a bit more in her hand—a helpless effort ended when she blinked. “Er, what now?”
“Your kind possess unique properties in a field of power unlike electricity. Despite being tiny creatures, ponies manifest that power with mere generation of your willpower.” The giant rubbed her rump into creaking house, crunching further upon itself, carving the shape of her shapely derriere. “And I must add, you ponies smell and taste to your appearance. This makes the components of your body interesting for testing.”
“T-Testing!?”
“Don't fear! No great harm will become you, smaller me.” The massive girl licked her tongue across her lips, the tiny pony kicking for life against her hand. “Having another pet about my body will prove to be a pleasant experience. There are... many opportunities for us to explore with you at that size. Surely a pinch of narcissism won't hurt us.”
“Hahaha. That's... where we're going to have to disagree.” Twilight charged her horn to a blinding light, momentarily causing the giant to reel away, the screen of her other hand floating in the way. With only one shot strong enough to stun the giant—chancing it on her hand seemed foolish. “Sorry house!”
Twilight tilted her head down as her horn blasted with magic, a brilliant lavender beam shooting into the house crunched underneath the giant’s heavy ass—the foundation of wood exploding upon contact. The structure crumbled at once, the panty-clad butt bursting through the ceiling as the rest of her staggering body breaking into a tilting fall.
Twilight felt the long fingers slip from around her frame, casting her back into the air. Recovering from a heavy spell wasn't easy, especially when opening her wings felt like lifting the world. She managed one flap as air whipped around her, the side of her body crashing into the ground—her wing softening the fall at the cost of spraining itself.
“Curses!”
Twilight climbed to her hooves, weakly glancing over her shoulder as the titan of purple came crashing into the ground as well. Her monolithic frame corrected itself in place, the thin dome of her massive skirt strewn over her stomach, revealing the field of panties pulled in between her towering legs.
Had the situation been different, the two gentle and getting to know each other, then maybe the pony wouldn't have minded swimming around on the other side of those undies. But while her other self was still somewhat hostile—there would be no risking giving her any more power.
“Hey!” The giant shook her disortanted head, the gaze beneath the frames of glass settling upon Twilight’s meagre form. “Is that how it's going to be? Maybe you deserve to spend some time inside my stomach after all!”
W-What kind of escalation is that!?
Twilight turned and started to sprint, not in the same direction the ponies of the town fled to—like it or not, her giant was her responsibility. No more lives could be risked. Instead, she dashed left, the constant vibration beneath her hooves teasing at what quaked behind her.
“Quit running!” Thud after thud. Hooves floating inches above the ground with every impact. Twilight yelped every time black shoes stomped into the ground around her, jolting her hooves into a stumble in the opposite direction—just as the other foot came crashing down. She straightened herself forward just in time, keeping, directly underneath the giant girl. “Keep this up and I won’t mind having you under my foot instead!”
Twilight kept running zig-zag, avoiding the crashing of the foot by seconds and inches, the towering titan trying to stomp her like a pesky bug. Even when she slipped into a tight alley nestled between two houses, the side of a foot swung into their sides, through them, clearing the structure clear from their foundations with their contents spilling onto the streets.
Twilight tripped out onto the road, rolling onto her front and lying dazed for a moment, drained. Distant thuds ceased for a second. That was until the thick shadow passed over her frontal lying body. Lifting her head, Twilight gazed up, up to the underside of the foot raised over her. Its long side allowing a view inside the skirt looming overhead.
"Take this!" The foot crashed down into Twilight, who gasped while she rolled out of the way, right onto her hooves.
Think, Twilight, Think! Dashing into the street again and cutting through another alley would only trap her for good. Gazing upward, the interior of the large skirt loomed overhead, the thighs shifting with the movements of the long legs—contained cheeks pressing harder against the fabric whenever a foot was lifted. Don't think about THAT! What is wrong with you? If you can't find a way to beat her—then Ponyville is as good as finished!
But it was through thinking about the giant that the tiny came to her answer. Something so large suddenly here? She must have come through a portal, one different from the one in the Crystal Empire. That one must have accommodated for the difference in sizes when one went through.
But if this one preserved that size, or perhaps enhanced it, then that meant...
Twilight quickly slid to a stop, falling on her plush rump while the shapely shadow passed overhead, the massive black shoe crushing into a bridge over the river. The giant then passed over head, standing on the opposite side of the ravine—a hand on her hip. “It appears your days of running are over. You're a magical type, aren't you? Since I'm taking us back to my world, you may want to cast a spell to keep yourself safe while being inside of here.”
The giant patted her belly, the last pat keeping hand against the taut tummy, rubbing circles in delight. Strangely enough, Twilight felt her privates burn at the idea. Being that size with others inside of her.
We're... really alike, aren't we?
Twilight may have enjoyed the idea. However, she didn't want to be the one trapped inside another. Charging her depleted horn a final time, its tip searched and sense for a presence of magic, power overwhelming, catching the trace of something great.
And just as the giant swooped her hand for her again, the flash of Twilight's horn captured her body, blinking it out of existence, leaving nothing for the hand to claim again.
Twilight Sparkle landed with a weak thud onto the grass, its spades tickling her soft belly. Her limbs ached and her mind flaked. Her tail had flicked over her back, leaving her behind exposed, the breeze on her burning folds cooling them.
Hazily, she rose to all fours, stumbling in place, feeling the sizzle of something great manifest before her. Gazing up, she stared into the sprawling height of the magical portal, held together by blue electricity—a kind she'd never quite seen before.
Something not quite like magic, but without a doubt, rather close to it.
Phew! This was a worthwhile gamble after all. Giant me must have come through this. Shaking her head, Twilight held a hoof to the vertical, liquid lake of a mirror, keeping it hovered mere inches from.
If this plays right... Twilight charged her horn a final time, not to cast magic, but rather, to receive the essence spewing off the portal. ...then when I make my return, my battle with myself will be a fair one.
Taking the chance and risking the hit, the little alicorn stepped through the giant portal, swallowed by it. Light ripples flowed across the liquid surface as he sunk into it—settling moments later.
All the same with nothing having been changed.
Twilight and Twilight; Tiny Vs. Giant
II | Fetish for Every Friend
~ 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.
