Roll for Her

Chapters

I | Roll for Initiative
II | Roll for Wisdom
III | Roll for Dexterity
IV | Following the Curve
V | Temptations from the Mistress
VI | Moral Standings are Lustful Downfalls
VII | The Great Mare Escape
VIII | Hide and Seek
IX | Cat and Mouse
X | A Sunny NAT-20
XI | Bigger or Firmer
XII | Roll for Her
Test | Roll for Courage
Prologue | Games Once Played
(INITIAL DRAFT)

I | Roll for Initiative

~ I ~

Roll for Initiative

Shining Armor strolled through the grand halls of Canterlot Castle. Red carpet tickled his hooves and stain-glass windows warmed his back with sunlight. Despite not being their captain anymore, guards in his path still saluted him. If they were paying particular attention they’d have noticed an extra pep in his step. Hearts and Hooves day beckoned him to meet his one true love, here, in their old home.

Everything fell neatly into place with Luna descending upon the Crystal Empire before Shining and Cadance’s debated holiday to Canterlot.

Don’t worry, Shining! Luna can handle everything for a couple of days. I even offered her our quarters in gratitude.

“Why’s that? I know we have a comfy bed, but—”

“The comfiest in the Empire! And relax. She’ll never find your magazines. I took care of it.”

“Erm, The... Equine Dynasty League’s publications—”

“No, no - the otherones. You know! In the false lock-box?”

“Oh. Erm, h-how lon—”

“I'm the Princess of Love, babe. I've always known!”

“R-Right.”

“There’s nothing wrong with likin’ ‘em big, Shiny. In fact, I can see the appeal.” She chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about Luna anyway; she already knows too. She can see everypony’s dreams, you know!”

Shining rounded a spire and smooth carpet transitioned to hard, groaning wood. His hooves rapped down a staircase and he turned the corner of a storage hall. Above creaking floorboards Shining recalled the not-so-distant days of his youth.

Low chuckles and playful giggles seemed to echo off the stone walls and he could almost feel a pink hoof caressing his neck. Eerie, perhaps, but his heart fluttered nonetheless at the thought of spending the day with his dearest Cadance.

Don't think I'll ever understand you, hon. One day off and we could have gone anywhere! Beautiful beach-side getaway or a nice little cabin away from it all. You were always complaining about how cramped this old castle was.

He stopped before a large door at the end of the hall, worn with age. Fitting for what might as well be a portal to the past. He nudged it open.

“Greetings traveller.”

Shining Armor’s jaw went slack and his eyes widened upon entering the room. A flood of old memories cascaded to the forefront of his mind. Flickering torches illuminated little figures, dice and terrain pieces positioned atop a vast campaign map that took up the entire floor.

Entire villages, mountain ranges, castles and forests dotted the landscapes. This was Ogres and Oubliettes—but on a truly royal scale.

He didn’t recognize most of these pieces; Cadance had been busy. Speaking of; a gloomy figure stood at the far end of the room and spoke again.

“You’ve arrived at the uncharted, developing land of Equestria thousands of years ago. Kingdoms and fiefdoms rule this land. Even the Celestial Sisters have yet to appear.” Cadance stepped forward into a clearing and shook the teeny trees surrounding her gold shoes.

Shining marveled at the ornate, sky-blue ball-gown draped over her body. Her shimmering, violet eyes lay behind a thin, blue veil. “Courage and skill in sacred spear saw you become a paladin in your kingdom. To be royally betrothed is your eventual fate.”

He was entranced by now. When it came to his wife, of course, that was always the case. He was frequently reminded of just how lucky he was. A whole world’s worth of eligible stallions and she’d chosen him. His ears perked as she laid on the exposition.

“You’ve been in love with the princess since your youth. Differences in status meant nothing to you or to her.” Cadance bowed and further retreated behind her veil. “Your powerful love endured it all. Harsh training. Deadly missions. You navigated even the scheming of nobility to ultimately win her heart.”

She laughed. “Truly, you are a most heroic knight.”

“Giving me the goosebumps here, Cadance.” Shining found his voice after a few seconds of silence. “You look amazing! I love the gown; it’s beautiful.”

“You'll love what's beneath it even more.”

“Say what?”

“But your sacred day fast approaches!” Cadance turned to the side and, with a flap of her wings, hovered over the landscape. The dress, so elaborate in design, featured a myriad of ribbons and clasps that bobbed about with every wingbeat.

“You’ve ascended to a rank rivalling that of a noble and have vowed to present a ring to your eternal love.” Cadance hovered sideways and, as Shining followed, his forehoof bumped into a toy castle. “But on the day he hopes to ask for the princess's hoof in marriage...”

A familiar smile crept across Shining’s lips upon recognizing Cadance’s fillyhood playset. He looked back to her and she turned away, the ball of her gown obscuring her back. Cadance tilted her head, horn alight with brilliant magic.

Shining shut his eyes tight and felt an odd sensation surround his body.

“Evil strikes!”

Shining's eyes fluttered open and he groaned to his knees. A breeze caressed his face and he blinked into focus. Things were not as they should be. For one, he felt heavier. He looked to the ground and found it was composed of cobblestone and mortar very different from Canterlot Castle. “Whoa!” A metal slab suddenly slid over his eyes and squeaked when he lifted it back.

A helmet?

And over his chest and back; a familiar weight. Solid armour, black as night, hugged his body. Beneath that still was a shirt and—curiously enough—a snug pair of briefs.

“What the... C-Cadance?” Shining looked about the narrow stone lane before him. On either side were high walls featuring numerous openings in-between.

Crenulations. I’m standing on a castle wall.

“Cadance? Where are you?” He called. “Are you okay? Cadance!”

The fur on his neck stood on end and an odd wind swept across his back.

“And so begins the quest!”

Shining Armor very nearly shrieked at a voice, distinctly feminine but huge! It all but made his bones tremble and blew him to the wall. He threw his hooves into the brick, leaning into their divide. The landscape opened up and he gasped at the sight.

Sprawling meadows blurred into distant mountains pockmarked by forests—but something was off about one in particular. In the middle of this forest an enormous, green sphere with many numbered facets jutted up from the treeline.

Clouds lazily drifted by but the blue of the sky wasn’t quite as deep as it should be. If he squinted, he could just make out a wood gridiron far above and balls of flame on walls far, far away.

“That’s impossible,” he muttered, overcome with disbelief in realizing what his wife did to him and the game board. Great bells rung out behind him. He whirled about to find a magnificent castle keep.

Flocks of birds lazily drifted about a distant bell tower rhythmically ringing over a rising chorus of trumpets and voices in the streets below. Shining looked down to a flurry of activity contained within the castle walls. Between a great deal of cottages and squares ponies dashed to and fro wearing their own suits of armor.

Enormous trebuchets swiveled into position and were loaded by yet more ponies. Below them stallions armed with bows gathered along the castle’s long walls.

As groups stormed past him Shining realized these ponies, though armored, didn’t have eyes or even a mouth! As they came ever closer he heard the clunk of their hooves and realized they were made of wood!

“They’re figures!” Shining Armor cried. He grinned wide and laughed as they took their positions amidst him. A tall figure dressed in black armor like himself approached him directly.

He planted a long spear in the ground and somehow croaked out, “Captain.”

Shining weakly saluted, all but beside himself. Second-best day of his life! Peals of thunder drew everypony’s attention over the wall.

The world darkened as storm clouds welled up out of nowhere. Lightning flashed and the accompanying thunder rolled closer. A mighty wind whipped Shining’s mane back to reveal his determined gaze. His training kicked in and he yanked the spear out of the stone and locked it to a notch in his side.

The booming voice returned, overpowering the tempest with ease. “Terror grips the land! An encroaching darkness consumes much of the empire and is poised to defeat it entirely. A powerful magic flows in the blood of the royal family and is the only hope of defeating this evil. They must be protected!”

Great bolts of blue lightning struck a nearby village and a cottage was suddenly flattened under an enormous, 20-sided die Shining looked to the number that landed.

16.

He could have sworn a distant giggle rumbled alongside the thunder as unarmored peasant miniatures ran for the cover of the castle.

The ground split and cracked around the die, spewing out an eerie, blue glow and ghastly pony-skeletons. In moments the ground was teeming with masses of hissing undead brandishing spears, swords and whatever else they’d taken to their graves.

Shining steeled himself and puffed his chest out. A small object suddenly clanked off his helmet and settled between his hooves. Another die; his size this time.

20.

The skeletons roared and rushed the castle as trebuchets and archers opened fire to little effect. The undead army clambered over themselves and fashioned a living, makeshift wall of their own that quickly scaled the battlements. The writhing horde spilled into the defender’s ranks and the battle truly began. Shining, however, could only smirk as he twirled his spear in his foreleg and tucked the die into his breastplate. He glanced at an engraving etched into his spear and an old, favorite memory came to mind...

'C + S

♥'

“Mares like it when you do stuff like that for them. Makes a girl feel special.”

“That... was a limited edition collectible.”

“And now it’s yours forever! Come on, Mare-Slayer. Let’s see what you’ve got!”

A skeleton struck down a nearby archer and hissed at Shining before leaping at him. With a devious grin he brought his weapon to bear.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty, Blushing Beauty.”

Shining smacked the sword from his foe’s hoof and spun to smash his spear into its side. The thing could only hiss as its bones exploded and were sent flying. Shining stepped back and panted.

“Skeletons. Why did it have to be skeletons?” He muttered. They always did creep him out.

It hadn't been long after he and Cadance started playing together that, immersed in his stat-sheet, Shining shrieked when a full-size anatomy structure had been tossed at him.

Shining Armor shook his head and gave his spear another twirl. “Where’s your place in this, babe?”

The battle raged on around him, every figure fighting as if they had lives that depended on it. From a spire to his left several horns belted out a distress call. White banners flapped about over the balcony and Cadance finally showed herself.

She leaned from the edge of the tower, white favor in hoof, playing her best damsel-in-distress. From beyond the board the great voice shouted, ”The princess is in mortal peril! Make haste, paladins!”

“Ha, it’s been a long time since we've had a game night.” Shining muttered. “But don't you worry, Cadance. I'm going to make this something special for you.”

He knew her desires better than anypony. He cleared his throat, held his head high and dropped his voice as low as he could.

“Princess! O, princess!” Shining threw out a foreleg and pushed his chest out, a beloved gesture of their past. His voice—much like the narrator’s—became amplified. Not so much as to be painful but enough to rise above the battle. Her masked face head up above turned his way. “Cast back thy veil so I may behold your beauty!”

The princess stood silent for a moment then gracefully tugged the garment back. The world seemed to slow until Shining could only hear his beating heart.

Her voluminous mane billowed in the breeze and an innocent beauty looked down at him. She next threw her head back and dramatically draped a foreleg over her brow. “My betrothed! Saddle forth and rescue me! My door will soon give to the galloping hordes without your aid!”

“At once, my love!” Shining at once made for the spire but stopped at the sight of skeletal arms hooking over the walls. In a flash several undead barreled over and charged him, empty eye sockets burning a magical blue flame. Shining Armor narrowed his eyes.

“O-Ho!” Shining guffawed. “Mine ill-purchased foes!”

One skeleton groaned in its struggle to stand on three legs.

“You came with swords, sure, but you were all missing a leg!” In one fluid swing Shining dispatched them all. “Some of you, two!”

He bolted forward, gaining speed before twisting about and blasting through another pair of ghouls. He next bent forward to ram his spear straight through a third. Shining stopped and dropped a foreleg to the ground, the other propping the pole in his follow-through motion.

“Gotta give Cadance credit on this one.” He smiled and stood upright. “Been too long since I’ve had a fight like this.” He glanced left to a staircase that would take him right to her. “Much less the feeling of being a hero. Always was my fantasy.” He began his ascent. “At least, until you walked into my life.”

Shining dashed up the steps and burst through the door to find a number of bone-piles scattered about, motionless. Cadance was just snapping the last one’s head off as he holstered his spear.

“O-Oh! Noble hero! You've, um, come to save me!” Her demeanor changed instantly and she dusted herself off, trying to brush her hair while tossing the skull off the balcony. “I apologize for the scene but those ruffians were simply ruthless!”

“So I see.” he chuckled.

“I'm so very glad you've come to my rescue!”

“Of course, my fair lady. Wiped out a whole army to get here!” Shining trotted over and knelt at her side.

“I saw from afar! Your talent with the spear is second-to-none. The way you cleaved your way through that terrible horde - all for me!”

“I would do anything for you. Don’t you know that?”

“Do you love me, sir knight?” Cadance whispered, already choking up at these theatrics.

“My princess. My dearest Cadance.” Shining leaned closer and his voice dropped low, sending Cadance’s heart aflutter. “You’re the one mare in my life worth fighting for…”

Cadance looked dreamily into her stallion’s deep, blue eyes and inched forward into true love’s kiss. When he shut his eyes she made her move, quickly removing his die from his breastplate. It tumbled to the ground.

Just as their lips met the balcony’s door slammed open yet again and a tide of skeletal monsters poured out. Shining barely had time to react before they wrenched him away from his wife.

“S-Shining!” She cried.

He shouted and fought with all his might but was flung back into the wall and pinned hard. He could only watch in horror as the dark horde surrounded the princess. Instead of attacking, however, they knelt down as if in divine reverence.

Black, smoke-like tendrils snaked out of their eye sockets and collected around the terrified mare, ultimately enveloping her.

Shining Armor shouted again and he collapsed to his belly as the smoke and all the skeletons at once disintegrated. They had their prize. He’d failed.

The storm receded away from the castle and came to rest above a distant forest. That’s where she was. Had to be.

A terrible unease gripped Shining’s heart in the ensuing silence. Only his ragged breaths and the clop of his hooves accompanied his descent to the castle’s drawbridge. His comrades were busy putting themselves back together now that the battle was over.

“Remarkable.” He muttered. After racing across the drawbridge Shining slowed to a halt as the narrator chimed in yet again.

“What's this? The powerful magic flowing in the princess’ veins has been corrupted by the Darkland’s curse! Its great power surges through her very being but she cannot hope to contain it in her current state!”

The ground rumbled under Shining’s hooves and the distant storm clouds swirled with renewed vigor. Multi-colored lightning bolts shot into the ground alongside tremendous thunder claps. All the while thethe quaking strengthened.

Shining was forced to his belly as the rocking threatened to throw him off his hooves! From under the eye of the storm a shape rose above the forest canopy. Sparks of electric violet flashed across its frame as it swelled upward.

That was Cadance’s gown! Shining could only watch as her tail came into view as well. There was only one explanation…

Booming laughter resonated across the land and echoed off nearby mountains and rattled his bones.

“Feast your eyes upon me, naughty colt!” Cadance exclaimed. That was the narrator’s voice, but now decidedly her own. She was the mastermind all along! Her body continued to grow and a mighty RIIIP tore her beautiful gown asunder.

Before Shining Armor’s very eyes his wife’s swelling flanks slashed her dress apart and exposed what lay beneath. He could hardly contain himself at the sight. The now-giant princess had donned her finest lingerie beneath that dress. Each of her lengthy legs were wrapped in silky, white stockings, the rear-most held aloft with gold, heart-shaped clasps. Delicious, pink thighs all but spilled over the rim.

A white garter belt ran taut over her hindquarters and her supple rump was only barely held in by a pair of snowy panties.

“Agh, y-you... villain!” Shining forced himself to stand up. “What have you done with the love of my life!?”

“Oh, but it's still me, my paladin!” Cadance's ballooning body settled on its side. “Defeat is all but certain for you now!”

“And why is that, twisted witch?”

“Because your fated, beautiful princess is now your sworn nemesis!” Cadance's distant figure rose ever higher, growing far beyond the tops of the trees while her undergarments laid fully exposed. “Face it! My body, this lingerie—everything about me is irresistible! Not only is your little spear—“

“Don't you dare make that joke!”

“—no longer big enough to penetrate me... but your fantasy is now a reality!” One final spurt saw Cadance grow her most massive. The bulk of her frame now dominated most of Shining’s view. “Your princess knows your dirty little secret, naughty colt. Your fantasies of colossal mares!”

“Y-you fiend!” The winds finally ceased and the ground stopped its shaking. “Is that why you left me such tight armor?”

“Mwahaha!” She laughed. Shining let his eyes trail over his mountain of a wife and felt his briefs become a little more taut. He could barely see over her bulbous flanks! And those royal undergarments; they were crafted by the finest tailors alive. Their measurements were exact and cupped his wife’s every nook and cranny perfectly. Somewhere beyond those pink and white cliffs Cadance remarked, “I know the effect my curves have on you, little hero! Good luck fighting when your armor becomes a little too tight!”

“Curses!” Shining fell down onto a foreleg and hung his head in shame. “Gorgeous, gigantic mares... my mortal weakness!”

He couldn’t see her face, but Cadance was very pleased with herself. Very pleased indeed, if the nervous quivering throughout her giant body was any indication. With a coy smile she lifted her lower half to get a little more comfortable.

A lone cottage found itself beneath her shadow and was promptly obliterated under one of her cutie marks when she brought it down alongside a tremendous *THUD*. She couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation. A girl could get used to this...

Shining wobbled back onto his haunches as the whole table shook under the might of her settling rump. Fake birds fluttered skyward away from a pair of giant, jostling cheeks. With a simple sweep of her hind legs Cadance quite literally wiped an entire forest off the map and inched a die toward her husband.

She brought a forehoof to her brow and peeked over her butt at a nearby castle and the tiny pony standing before it.

“And lo! Who should rescue the fair princess but a brave, bold knight?” Cadance cried. “Go ahead and roll, babe. Let's see if the princess will be the one that really needs saving, here.”

Shining narrowed his brow at that. True, he felt utterly helpless before the mass of mare lying on her side before him, but he wasn’t about to quit. He pointed at the enormous die. “By all the powers that be, I vow to vanquish this ultimate evil and rescue my betrothed!”

Cadance fought to keep a nicker in her chest. This little stallion was just too much!

“T-Then cast your roll, little one! Or, if you fancy, you might forfeit and cast yourself onto my hindquarters.” Cadance smiled down at him and licked her chops. “We don't have to make a campaign out of this one. There's no shame in throwing yourself into my dungeon for all eternity.”

Shining shook his head. “You truly are a dangerous threat, aren't you?”

“Think about it, my little colt.” Cadance lowered her muzzle to the fluff of her chest. She chuckled and wiggled her hips to rock the ground again.

“Surely you can mount a far more effective attack against me from inside my panties.” She laughed as the might of her hips thundered down and plopped against the ground. “All my weak spots are there! And you never have to worry about me trying to escape!”

“Never!” He dropped into his hero-voice and shouted. “I resist these foul temptations!”

Cadance pouted as her plan faltered in the face of an inch-high paladin’s divine justice.

“Now cease thy ramblings.” Shining waved his minuscule hoof at the impossibly sexy settlement of a mare. “I love my princess and know she’s still in there behind the terrible temptress. I'll do whatever it takes to bring her back to me!”

Cadance put on a devious grin. “So what exactly are you rolling for, brave knight?”

“As captain of the guard, and with the threat of a giant on the horizon, I roll to muster a band that will help me brave the wilds and vanquish this ultimate evil!” Shining closed his eyes, focusing his magic in preparation to a die the size of a house aloft. “Watch in awe as an entire army assembles to defeat you!” He grunted in the effort.

The princess rolled her eyes and got to work. “Oooh sir knight!” She cooed. “You may want to open your eyes! My hoof has taken to playing with my round rump!” A loud, fleshy *PAMF* filled the air and was followed by increasingly pleasant sounds. Something incredibly massive but incredibly soft was hoisted back before being released back into place. Every audible cue drove Shining Armor’s perverted imagination insane.

“Mhmm.” Cadance purred. “Stroking right through my tight, little panties. A-ah yes. Getting myself very ready for our showdown! Ngh—y-yeah! Just like that...”

Clenching his eyes only made things worse! Shining tried to overcome her. To take all of the pleasant tensions gripping his groin and divert the energy into his horn. He planted his hooves and his glowing horn brightened as his wife’s moans grew louder.

“Ahhh... I-I... think this lingerie is... Nhgmm! Is... a little too small!” A subtle rocking rolled across the land. Rhythmic and distant *THUD*s shook the ground. A kind of grinding Shining knew all too well. “The crotch of these undies are just so tight! Oh dear; i-is that a spot I'm developing?”

Shining flinched and loosed magic-missile instead of levitation.

The sturdy, blue bolt slammed into the side of the green die but all the power and energy brewing in Shining’s horn barely sent it rolling two facets.

“What's the matter, paladin? Can't see what number you got?”

“I... can figure it out myself!”

Shining put his forehooves on the die. Trying to jump was foolish—there had to be some kind of spell that would allow him to see whatever was up there?

“Ooh, sorry hon.” Looks like the paladins aren’t too keen on joining you on this mission. Still, four’s not so bad!”

Shining’s ears fell back as she continued. “As for the tainted princess; I roll to summon another undead army! This time consisting of the fallen guard of lands already conquered!”

Her magic effortlessly carried the die away and she let it slice through a meadow and flatten a row of trees before stopping. “Well, wouldn't you know it... a NAT 20!”

“No way!” Shining’s armor clattered when he jumped to his hooves. “You're cheating!”

Cadance only stuck out her tongue. “Sorry; I don’t make the rules here! Good luck!”

That left Shining with no choice but to watch the ensuing chaos. The alicorn’s horn sparked to life once again and sparks fell to the ground around her form, sinking beneath the grass and ushering forth a new army of undead.

She looked Shining down with a knowing look. “You're not going to win this one, hon. It's not too late to submit to the forces of pleasurable evil!”

Shining cracked his head side to side. “Pleasurable evil? Subtle.”

“Oh hush—let a girl have her fun. Have at it, hero!”

A galloping sprang up behind Shining. Glancing over his shoulder he found a contingent of black-armored paladins crossing the drawbridge. They fell into a row behind him. Hardly the force he hoped for, but...

They would have to do.

II | Roll for Wisdom

~ II ~

Roll for Wisdom

Shining weighed his options as he literally sized up the massive princess. Simply attacking her was off the table. Mountains were not attacked—but scaled. They were to be conquered and this one, although alive, would be no different.

Laying on her side, Cadance consumed the horizon, tail far beyond sight. Her panties conformed to even her most subtle curves and stretched taut over her crotch and round cheeks. That was surely his best bet...

“What's the matter, hon? Having trouble taking aaalll of me in?” Cadance snickered from the sky with lidded eyes. “If you feel the need to start enjoying yourself over there, sweetie, that maybe I could—”

Shining waved a foreleg. “Easy, now! Just drumming a strategy.”

“And this strategy.” She played with her rump and thundered the board with dull *THUD*s. “Does it involve ogling my butt like a wonderful sunset?”

Shining rolled his eyes. “As if I’d share my plans with the enemy!”

“Cute.” Cadance yawned into a waiting hoof. “Boys are so cute when they lie.”

Maybe that could be her weakness? Her newfound size rendered her arrogant, thinking she’d already won! Let alone the hordes of skeletons in place around the curve of her rump, as if it were some kind of headquarters. She didn’t even notice that a few had been squashed under it as her casual massage continued.

Headquarters.

Hindquarters?

“Shiny? Can you be a dear and strategize quickly?” Mocking, lazy chuckles boomed from above. “I may crush your kingdom under my tush, rolling it all around, just to keep myself entertained!”

Shining's weakness came into play again. Cadance was a gorgeous mare inside and out—rump very much included. He adored the plush wagon she towed wherever she went. Now that she was gigantic? Her spectacular features were only enhanced. His eyes wandered about the tight, white panties cupping her backside. Snowy silk conformed to every inch of her fantastic skin and squashed it in all the right places.

Shining smiled after spotting a few key spots on her derriere. Defeating Cadance wouldn’t lead to victory. No! It was playing her games—playing with her—that would level the playing field.

Much like she’d just threatened to do with her perfect butt.

Shining turned about; the quartet snapped to attention “Paladins!” He smirked. Guards were to be stoic but these stallions were, quite literally, expressionless. “We face a grave threat today. One to our kingdom and our very way of life!” He marched down the line. “Our fair princess has succumbed to the forces of evil… but beneath that, she's still our princess!”

Shining stopped and brought a hoof to his helmet. “You must think me mad. ‘How could that terrible, crass monster on the horizon be the royal maiden?’ you would say.”

“Hey!” Her voice rumbled. “The 'Blushing- Beauty-Now-Turned-Dangerous-Damsel of the Frozen North' heard that! Better have been a compliment!”

Shining ignored her. “I assure you! She’s still chained away in there! Her perfect smile. Her glittering eyes! Her wonderful laughter—somewhere deep behind the wicked temptress you see before you!”

Cadance huffed and narrowed her eyes. “Watch it, Mare-Buster! Keep this up and you’ll be seeing that ‘wonderful laughter’ from the inside!”

“Behold! Just how far gone is our princess?” It was Shining’s turn to drape a foreleg over his face and lean away. “Once so kind and so beautiful! Her tender love overcome by a base, primeval lust!”

“Oh-ho! That’s how it is, little hero?” The board shifted beneath Shining. “I can find a big, thick coat to put on, if you really want!”

“The darkness has stolen her love for me and yet I fight for her!” Shining struck his hoof to the grass, turning back to Cadance. “If I am to perish under the might of her hindquarters then I meet this end with a glad smile!”

“See if you’re all smiles when it’s right on top of you!”

“Enough talk!” Without quite meaning to, Shining pointed his hoof right at her crotch and shivered. The silk gave way to cotton there that strained against the puffy mounds underneath. Shining shook his head and shouted. “Have at thee!”

“Minions!” Cadance cried out from the heavens. “Defend your mistress with your lives!” She scrunched her nose and scowled. “Your undead lives, I mean! P-Protect it with your deaths!” She bit her lip and sighed in exasperation. “Just go get them!”

Shining spun his spear about and began his gallop. “Charge!”

Princess Cadance craned her neck over her side to watch the cavalry—husband included—charge right next to the back of her leg like ants to a sugarcube. Her tail and legs together created a sort of valley for the combatants, ensuring her rump was always in their view. It was comical, to say the least, but her hips nonetheless twitched at the spectacle. As always, it was the little things that tickled her.

She secretly hoped a particular little thing would soon be tickling a certain little spot but she continued to play along. “I fail to see how this pathetic plan is going to succeed!” She smiled as the two opposing forces clashed next to her hock. “Perhaps this is a ploy? A suicide mission? If you wanted to be crushed under my butt all you had to do was ask!”

She watched Shining block a blow, step to the right and bring his weapon down to cleave a skeleton in two. He turned to answer her. “Such a fate I do not desire unless it is my true love behind said butt!”

“Mere semantics!” The cool gold of her shoe wormed its way beneath the pink curve of her topmost cheek and she gave a little pant upon heaving its weight.“Stand beneath my shadow and meet your squishy end! It'll be slow and wonderful!”

Shining brandished his weapon and struck a pose. “Your words shall not sway me! We will battle soon enough but do not think I'll throw myself to you in despair! My hope is steadfast!”

“What hope?”

“That my princess is still there! You share her body, but not her heart!” Shining dispatched another foe. “I will save her from your tower and carry her back to the castle if I have to!”

“You can’t even hold up a die.”

“Anything is possible with a NAT 20!” Shining sprinted into a forest, the might of his guard efficiently neutralizing her army. “I love you! See now how I run to your rescue! I said I’d do anything for you and I meant it!”

Cadance couldn't keep herself from breathing hard and cracking a smile. Watching her little hero take on an army while confessing his love for her — it was perfect! Even her teasing touched her in all the right places. Was it getting hot in here?

“Your wretched army is powerless against me!” Shining twirled his spear while six undead leapt at him, knocking off all their legs in one swipe. “You gave them life but you forgot one very important thing!”

“And what is that?!”

“You obviously failed to give your troops a glass of milk before they went out to war! Now they have brittle bones because of it!”

Cadance grinned, rolled her head all the way around and shouted in comical rage. “CUUURRRSES!”

Shining grinned and weaved in and out of the trees. His hooves pounded the grass. His coat glistened with sweat but he reveled in the combat, even if it was a little tough to move in his black briefs. His nethers ached but he pressed on. Visions of white and pink flashed in the canopy as he neared his beloved. As for Cadance herself, there was no rolling to win her back. Rather, he would attack her special spots. She wouldn’t stand a chance.

“I fight not for myself but for the love of my life!” He shouted at the treetops. “To bring back the mare that my heart yearns for!” More skeletons moved to block his path but they were quickly reduced to a dusty heap. “My existence means nothing without you by my side! My world would be dark even in the brilliant light of the sun!”

Cadance shuddered at that one. A hard rock of her hips and a solid *THUMP* were quick to follow. The fur on her neck stood on end. “S-surely you jest! No mare can match the splendor of the sun.”

“I would deny her, I swear it!” A vertical slash saw Shining cut through another foe without breaking his stride. “My devotion is to one and only one. Not even for the entirety of the sun would I forsake you!”

Cadance glared at the forest and cocked an eyebrow. In a hushed whisper she asked. “Is that your way of saying you like my butt over Celestia's?”

Shining grunted as he dispatched another enemy. “Would you believe a humble soldier if he said he was referring to your heart?”

“More like my thighs, right?”

“Argh—so much splendor about you! Why must you doubt my love for your heart or your wonderful thighs? You are Mi Amore, Cadenza!” Shining Armor dashed out of the forest into a clearing only inches from Cadance’s plot and dropped to his knees. “From heart to hooves to horn; to all this and more I declare my love now and forevermore!”

That was it. Cadance whinnied and from her chest erupted laughter so beautiful that Shining’s chest tightened when it rumbled throughout the board and his entire being. Another violent earthquake drove him to hug a tree as the giant shifted. He gasped at her marvelous wings unfurling. They were so vast that he couldn’t possibly see how far they stretched! He smiled as hard as he could at the love of his life utterly losing herself to his affection. That is, until a shadow swept over him.

Without meaning to or not, Cadance was rolling to her back and flattening entire forests, meadows and even her own army under her magnificent body.

“H-Her legs!” Shining yelled and leapt into action as they fell to the ground. The long arch of her thunderous thighs descended right on him. “To me, my paladins! We must escape between her legs lest we be crushed under them!”

The tiny squad rushed to her tail-dock but, while they narrowly escaped a pair of pink meteors, a sea of violet, blonde and magenta strands swallowed them up. Shining cried out and shut his eyes, resting for a moment as the shaking subsided and Cadance’s distant laughter gave way to slow exhales. He blinked his eyes open to find strange, candy-colored strands surrounding him. With a few swipes of his hooves he clawed his way up through her tail.

He and his paladins broke the surface and were immediately bathed in a humid, sweet-smelling fragrance that Shining was all too familiar with. They'd emerged in a valley created by pink, luscious thighs that stretched out to the distance. Shining found that he could stand on the plush tail if he was careful and made his way to his wife’s plump flesh to lean into the silk of her stockings. Upon turning around Shining’s jaw swung open.

Before him was the entirety of Cadance’s gigantic crotch, straining against a wall of cotton such that a pronounced divot ran straight up to the curve of her bulging vulva. It took all of his willpower to keep her overwhelming scent at bay and ripping his briefs off right then and there.

“Erm, i-it would appear as though we're safe for now.” Shining took a moment to rest his cheek against the stocking and let the heat of his wife caress him. “In her excitement she seems to have destroyed her own army.”

Shining let out a low sigh and ran his hoof over Cadance’s thigh. The silk was so wonderfully smooth beneath the sole of his hoof. His ears twitched at the sound of her breathing so far away. He peered up from the hefty thigh-canyon.

“This next battle will be against the temptress herself—a quest I will undertake alone.” Shining looked to his guard. “I made a promise long ago that only one could be with her. Even though none of you are real and my wife has gone crazy with sexy power... an oath is an oath!”

The guards, to Shining's surprise,nodded as if in understanding. They gathered close and a white light surrounded their bodies. The light intensified and each shape condensed into one. The glow faded and left a flag bearing Shining’s cutie mark planted in her tail.

Shining Armor chuckled and took the flagpole up in a foreleg. He looked straight up at a wall of thick cotton and fixed the flag next to his spear.

It was time for the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny to begin…

III | Roll for Dexterity

~ III ~

Roll for Dexterity

Shining couldn't be blamed for taking a breather, could he? He collapsed in a heap and rolled to his back atop Cadance’s tail dock as if it were an over-sized bed. Being captain of the Solar Guard had kept him in peak condition but ruling the Crystal Empire wasn’t quite as rigorous. That’s not to say he didn’t work hard or even exercise, but one-too-many elite banquets had certainly taken their toll.

He grinned and savored every long breath. Each carried an ethereal mix of vanilla and violet. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the whole thing. It is certainly not everyday that one finds oneself in a candy-pink thigh-canyon, is it? So thick, round, and towering were these luscious thighs. He couldn’t help but ogle. His wife was a work of art. Neigh; an outright masterpiece! The finest museum in the world would do well to demolish a wall or five so a few inches of her gorgeous body could take up the space.

Cadance herself didn’t seem to mind the lull as she came back down to Equestria. Torrential laughter gave way to a drizzle of chuckles between happy hums. Being this close, Shining’s coat buzzed at the weight of every breath rolling through her giant body. He smiled and finally rolled to his hooves to stand before his wife’s monumental crotch, expertly tucked behind a thick layer of alabaster cotton.

Now how do I go about this..?

Cadance’s bulbous pucker was just inches away and would dwarf their mattress back home. Surely it would provide an excellent, if squishy, hoof-hold. Glancing left, several elements of Shining noted how the brim of her panties squeezed the swell of her cheek, bunching it outward.

Of course! Not only too small but further bound by a garter belt. Nice play.

He grinned at the thought of tactically utilizing his wife’s sexuality. It made him feel all the more validated. What better excuse for admiring her ass than strategizing? Speaking of, going through her panties was an option, too. Getting in would be tricky, but not impossible. The real challenge laid in the humiliation factor. Prostrating himself against Cadance’s tush, hooves struggling to slip beneath the brim. Slowly working and wiggling himself inside...

He shuddered at the thought. It was destination overload! The taut, silk canopy would provide a constant pressure that forced his body against her giving flesh. He’d never want to leave…

“Agh!” Shining scowled. “Down, boy!” Who was he kidding? He’d never make it and would forfeit the win. She’d no doubt feel him, anyway. As he brainstormed additional options, Shining frowned and put his ears on a swivel.

It was quiet… too quiet. Even with her enormous head resting somewhere in the distance, she should have come to check on him now that he was so close to her rump. She hadn’t wasted any opportunity to tease him before with it, after all. Not to mention rolling over now would make both of their dreams come true.

This was her plan all along. Laying out all her splendor before me, only a stone’s throw away. She’s banking on me losing myself when it’s close enough to taste! Well, guess which silly stallion is wise to your game, babe?

If Cadance was expecting him to tunnel under her panties then she was waiting for the tell-tale tickles. In avoiding the pitfalls of lesser-minded naves Shining would gain that element of surprise so long as the fabric was thick enough to mask his steps. If he climbed her butt, Shining reckoned, then Cadance would delay her next attack.

So he hopped into Cadance’s rear-most mound. Both husband and wife yelped aloud as his hooves sank more into the forgiving sphere than he anticipated. Shining bit into a mouthful of tender cotton to avoid bouncing completely off, eliciting a particularly high-pitched *eep!* from Cadance. After two decidedly more gentle bites Shining overcame the sharpest curve and was able to stand as best as he could atop the spongy surface. Even from here he could hear a deep breathing resume.

“Guess she didn’t expect that one.” Shining snickered. His concerns were validated though - she was very sensitive.

He narrowed his eyes and leapt with all his might onto the vertical surface of her inner thigh—feeling a shiver quake through his belly. She felt that too but nonetheless held her tongue.

Although very cushioned, Cadance’s thigh supported him much better and he was able to push himself up with relative ease. About halfway up he couldn't help but glance to his right. There, right behind a wall of silk and cotton lay his beloved’s gigantic lower lips. While he’d made it a point to avoid contact with the sensitive surface he couldn’t help but lift a hoof and gently caress the white wall. With a naughty grin his horn lit up and he unfurled the flag with his cutie mark emblazoned across the surface. Ever-so-gently he eased the pole into a cleft in her panties and then continued on his way until the curve of her crotch had leveled out. A great warmth washed over him as he prepared his jump.

“Ha!” Shining leapt from Cadance’s thigh and sunk deep into her malleable lingerie. Not a moment later what felt like a boulder struck his gut and threw him onto his back, drawing another excited cry from Cadance and leaving her breathless.

“H-hey, babe!” She finally gasped. Shining recovered his own breath and looked at what had hit him. Nothing but smooth, white silk was there to greet him. Just as he was about to turn a bump bigger than his head punched out of the thickest swell of her...

“Ooh-no-no-no.” Shining dropped his muzzle as if to protect himself from temptation and tip-toed away until he found himself standing on level-mare. He huffed against the heat of her loins and leaned against what was once a tiny, decorative blue bow at Cadance’s waistband. From here he surveyed her magnificent form that seemed to stretch on for miles. His eyes pored over her rotund belly, past her barrel and gold necklace and up her slender neck to her beautiful, wonderful face. Shining Armor’s heart caught in his chest as he remembered once again just how much he loved her. Her sparkling, violet eyes were fixed on him, waiting for his next move. Her huge heart *thum-thumped* a tiny bit quicker.

Shining wiped his brow of sweat and admired his handiwork. Even though he was but an inch or so tall he’d nonetheless worked his Cadance up into a pleasured bliss, if the rising heat and the deepening of her scent were anything to go by. And he wasn’t done yet.

“Hey, Shining.” Cadance muttered.

“Hm?”

“I still feel a little something downstairs. Was that you?”

“A-ha!” Shining stamped his hoof and cried out in his hero-voice. “T’was I, indeed! The brave knight has claimed this mare as his own now and forever more with the planting of his sacred crest!”

Cadance giggled into her hoof and then, with a shake of her head, got back into character as well. “Has he now?” She growled. “‘Tis true, your sickening love has weakened my powers!” Sweat matted her pink fur and her hot blush was there to stay. “Let us see what the final, galloping horde has to say about that!”

Shining spun around at the chilling clatter of bone striking bone.

Waves of skeletons lazily clambered over the curves of Cadance’s thighs and surrounded a gulping Shining. There was only one way out of this one. He shut his eyes, removed his helmet and shook his mane of excess sweat. Cadance’s grin disappeared.

“Every true knight has his last stand.” He muttered and then yanked a strap on his shoulder. “In chaos or calm his oaths hold. The line holds.” Heavy armor slid off his muscular frame, leaving him clothed with only his black briefs.

Cadance gasped and inched a foreleg toward her beloved. “H-hey, wait.”

Shining Armor levitated his trusty weapon into his waiting foreleg and gave it a spin.

“The coming doom is welcomed.”

“Shining...” Cadance brought her hooves to her mouth.

“Merrily, he makes his last stand.” Shining opened and narrowed his eyes.

“Verily, his oaths hold. The line holds.”

With a mighty roar the skeletons charged.

“S-Shiny!” “You! You! O-Oh, m-my sweet—never stop fighting for me!”

Shining grinned. His words and actions never ceased to affect her. Not even when she was the size of a castle. Two skeletons came from the left with their swords already brandished. Shining twirled, swiping the blade-end of his spear across their legs and shattering them with ease.

Spinning about was the only way he could dispatch this many foes but they just kept coming! Shining discharged a shockwave of magic that sent his nearest enemies flying. He struck a defensive stance, lazy strands of azure draped over an eye.

He glanced right. The faraway muzzle of his wife devoured his vision over the fluffy patch of her chest. The cavern of her mouth was agape as she smiled wide. Her runway of a tongue lolled loose and her cheeks burned red. Steam billowed out in clouds from the warmth of her maw.

It’d been a while since Shining last saw his wife so smitten.

The skeletons resumed their attack with even greater vigor.

“Yes! *ha ha* Yes, oh *ha* yes!” Cadance accented every syllable with fast breaths. “Fight for your princess, brave knight! S-s-save her!” In the distance her foreleg blurred as she fanned herself. “Defeat them all! Prove your love to her! And do that spin again!”

Shining smirked and dodged with expert timing. A leaping skeleton brought its weapon against the silk ground, cutting right through finest silk in any kingdom.

“Oh.” Shining narrowed his brow as flames escaped the sides of his eyes. “Now you’ve done it.” He charged forward as the monster did the same. “For my dearest Cadance!”

Cadance squealed with delight. The ‘ground’ she provided rose and fell as she pumped her hips in excitement, no doubt making entire villages disappear under an apocalyptic plot in the process. What remained of her army were knocked off her body and exploded when they collided with incoming flesh. In moments countless, tiny bones littered the white silk but none were left standing. Indeed, the only one to rise from the chaos was a tiny, white stallion.

He looked at the settling dust and then chuckled at the sight of his wife. She looked fit to burst! A wild, unkempt mane paired well with her uneven breaths ; she was all but overtaken with lust by now.

Almost.

Her horn lit up and placed a special twenty-sided die on her waistband. One she specially loaded herself…

“Roll.” She commanded. “Roll for her. Roll for me.”

IV | Following the Curve

~ IV ~

Following Her Most Personal Curve

Shining groaned. Could he take much more? The fabric beneath him flexed under his weight. It was thinner here. The covered squishiness was stouter too. Like the waterbed they’d tried. Every climb forward sunk him into the plush bedding. There was no give to it—only sinking.

It was different from her flanks. Those had give. Relaxed or taut due to the muscles beneath—there was grounding to them, something stable. The bulging vulva sliding across his underbelly, however, had nothing in the ways of that.

Shining kept climbing across the rising curve of the gigantic crotch. Only the silk dived beneath him. Not by much. But sinking deeper with every foot crossed until he entered a divot. Cadance's divot. Her most personal one.

A hammock developed below him. Subtle at first. But now he was within the niche of the crossing slit. Her mounds slowly rose on his sides the deeper he entered—fearing he'd enter a little too deeply.

The perspiration didn’t help. Blotches of fibres damper than others. Wet, and something else. A fragrant scent of spicy strawberries. Dense and overwhelming. Slowly depriving his lungs of air, filling it with the smell of her. Thirsty. His tongue watered while wisps of steam rose from beneath him.

His body sunk ever deeper into the growing crevice, feeling nearly scared as the broad vulva once supported him now rose around him, inches at a time, gaining on him with heights he might not be able to escape or climb out of.

That, and he feared the fabric somehow giving way, and himself plummeting below, a dungeon far different than the one Cadance proposed. But he wouldn’t go in there. At least, not without Cadance’s expressed permission first.

“Mmhmmm? What’s that I feel?” Shining almost didn’t want to deal with what was approaching, hearing the surging winds of the monolithic mare moving. She’d been roused as her sprawling frame then began to raise. “It couldn’t be... n-no! Has my little hero come to save me? Although I am still tainted, my eyes search for him at once!”

And here it came.

Shining did his best to keep afloat despite the dive of the narrow line, feeling it sag further and deeper, teasing his underside to a warmer and wetter terrorist. He would not be tricked! Even though the heat of the air and the scent of his wife’s privates cast him on a whirlwind of different raging sensations... he would not falter!

Even if that meant having to dive completely into the valley of silk as the titans rose from afar, shuffling the world from her mere movements. In the blurry distance, her monolithic muzzle rose. Mane frizzed and breathing now crafting clouds of steam.

She looked drunk from a rock concert.

“That’s... strange.” Cadance’s mock voice was so teasing despite her awful acting. But the overwhelming mare-pheromones in the air caused neither to care for the performance. Both burned for the other. “I can still feel my itty-bitty hero climbing across my body. I-If only he did a little bit more so I could know where he was.”

Was this mare trying to lead him astray? Shining pulled his gaze from above the divot, down where the silk was pulled taut over the walls surrounding him. The only recces came in what laid ahead. The narrow lane opened into a pond of fabric shallow at the center. The final stretch from ‘privates’ to crotch.

“But if I don’t feel him soon.” Shining gazed over his shoulder, spotting the monolithic thighs arching into the sky behind him, incredibly plump to the point of their density seeming impossible on the eyes, a playground of flesh one could sink into but never resurface. “Who knows what I may do? What if I cross my legs and squish him between my thighs without meaning to? I’d had to walk around with him plastered to one. Would be humiliating to peel him off during my world domination.”

So that’s the kind of game you’re trying to play.

Shining entered a sudden slide. Quickly he gained speed upon entering the dive. The smoothness of silk burned across his chest as his frame shot into the pond of webbing. He slowed until stopping. Around him, the mounds towered. The ground was wet and sweetly smelling of musk.

He stood still. Deadly so. Knowing exactly where he was on his wife. Just beneath him was hollow for a reason—and the tiniest tear would still tumble within the depths of the mare. It felt like a beast sleeping beneath him. One he loved but wasn’t set on having it love him back at the moment.

“Mmhmm... with my thighs spread like this... they’re... they’re starting to get tired.” Shining took that as a cue to move forward, even if he looked like a dork doing it, sneaking forward on the edge of his hooves—doing his best to not strain the fabric more than he had to. “And why do I feel tickles coming from my underwear? I don’t recall putting them on so tightly.”

And maybe those efforts mattered not upon climbing out from the broad ‘ditch.’ The base of the cliff was easy to climb up at first—little give beneath his frame which to hoist himself over—until a little protrusion poked through the underwear.

What the heck was that? Shining halted on crawling out from the apparent crater of underwear to settle on whatever had poked out against him. Round and growing. More of its mass appearing and pressing further across the silk. What had been a bump now turned into a ball which then slowly morphed into a boulder.

This boulder, somehow, alive... and quivering.

“Like that! Hold on tight, my dear knight—I can feel you!” Shining gasped upon seeing the pink thighs lift into the sky and paddle. Seeing such perfect monstrosities stir always threw him for a whirl. “But to think of you clinging to such a place! I will come and seek you at once!”

Shining barely had time to cling tighter to the nub when he felt the lands of muscles tending as miles of mare arched into the air. Once more, the muzzle of the giant rose, a subtle booming having kept in the distant—rushing winds caressing him softly.

“My knight! How you have come to save me! How you still live!” The view of the side of her muzzle consumed a few clouds. Her lips then bunched together—struggling to repress a laugh. “And how you now cling to my cli... I-I mean.. w-what does thou think they’re doing there!?”

“To save the mare that I once knew!” Shining shouted to the distant hovering of his wife’s muzzle, not caring for how he appeared, the determination flooding his veins done away with any notions of shame or absurdity. “I’ve survived the dropping of your rump, the scaling of your butt, and the crawl across the place better not named! Nothing will cease my endeavours to reach the heart now only made bigger by your witchery!”

“Ohoho! Is that so?” Only the side of her eye peeked through the veil of her mane, narrowing in jest. “The brave knight nearly defeated by mighty hips? Do you now see to where you now cling?”

Shining grinned. “An adventure clings to the peak of a mountain so he may enjoy the view of his accomplishment.” His horn lit and his aura glowed around the flag set still within his amour—which was also collected within the levitation. “And what do they once they’re done that?”

Cadance actually narrowed her brow in serious inquiry.

“They leave a flag proving they were there!” The gear floated off the stallion, aside from his spear and flag, dropping into the pond of fabric below, rolling together, before collecting into a pile. Not a single strain on the stitching. Shining’s coat now exposed to the giant eye, his undergarments shown off—a total of one black underwear. “Just like how this will be proof that I’ve conquered your behind!”

The flag then floated behind him and, although he kept his gaze fixated on the pink serpent above, staked the flag downward with precision. It shot through the hollow whiteness despite the dense stitching, its end caught at an angle, finding itself nice and nestled between the closing walls of the vulva.

An effect done as the mare brought her legs closer together. The idea of having a small stallion dominatedby such a small spot, no doubt turning her on. The increase in heat and the deepening of her scent were all proof of that.

“Now then!” Shining shouted while climbing the bulging numb and, withing seconds, scampering atop it. Although unstable and shivering, he rode it out—all while standing tall. “What do you think of that, great witch!”

“Tch!” Cadance snarled. “Your s-sickening love has w-weaken my powers!” Sweat matted her pink furs as tankers of air were swallowed through her mouth. The hot blush that had appeared had then ceased to leave. “But do not think of this as my defeat. D-Don’t forget there are those who seek only to take down the flags of others!”

Shining barely reached the platform composed of his wife’s pelvis before the hordes came. The dense, layered ground of the underwear was thinner here, allowing his hooves to sink slightly more—teasing him with the taut and bare body that laid beneath.

At least he’d finally found some proper grounding on the colossal mare.

But even as the field of her underwear stretched on a considerable bit to the waistband clinging to her crotch—the growls and hiss and gurgles of the unknown surged from all around. Shining whipped his head to gaze over the cliff of cunt to the plump pillars of round thighs on either side.

Skeletons climbed over the long line of the pink curve, their bones rising from the pink furs, leaning forward, roaring intensely and with intent. Waves and waves came. Piling on from the thighs and charging across it like the top of a wall.

Shining gulped. All he could see were the hordes charging from the thighs and set toward him. Glancing behind him, all he had was a cute, blue-ribbon marking the waistband. Maybe he could crawl beneath it to make his escape?

No, that would only be a mistake.

“Every true knight is prepared to make a last stand!” Shining cried as his horn surged a darker blue, drawing his floating weapon into his hold. He already lifted onto his hind legs to receive the polearm. “I’m just honoured my wife’s crotch will serve as my final battleground!”

Cadance, in the distance, seemed half-smitten... and half-set on thumping him one.

“Give it your best shot, undead!” Shining took a stance upon twisting his frame, the starting zone to unleash a deadly spin. “I may not be coming out of this alive—but make no mistake! None of you are touching anywhere close to my wife’s naughty places.”

“S-Shiny!”

They’d come from over the swell of her thighs, skeletons clambering onto the edge of pink, many sinking into the softness as the hordes scoured across the wobbly mass. Shining watched them descend in singular waves on each leg. He gulped. This was it.

His hooves reached for his helmet, rotating it until feeling a click, raising it over his head. It was held by the side of his waist. Something about that must have interested the monolithic mare. Her great mass lurched from somewhere behind him—no doubt the greatness of her muzzle doing the same.

“What are you doing, lover boy?” Cadance’s voice carried its mighty authority within its tone... but something was off. Confusion tinged her words. Not that she feared anything from him. But seeing the unexpected caused doubts to most. “Think you’ll be able to brunt hordes of the undead with only the brilliance of your coat? Put back on your armour, paladin, and fight.”

Shining shook his head. He gazed into the vale of rose nestled between the large legs. Though chaos and yelling and the charging of the undead flanked him on either side, the approaching broad and vague, heads and the tips of spears appearing above grey blurs and rising clouds... the stallion was strangely calm.

“This isn’t a winnable fight.” Shining swung his arm forward and tossed his helmet over the edge. It fell. Down the slope of silk, coming to pelt into the slit before rebounding. With a sigh. He did the same with his armor. “No sense in carrying this weight. Not if the ending will be the same.”

“But you’ll be hurt! Those creatures aren’t swinging around plastic y’ know!” Cadance’s voice was catching in concern. The sideways cliffs of her thighs suddenly jutted outward, jostling the flesh. Skeletons stumbled, swinging their arms in circles, saving their balance. Others stumbled over the slender bend. Their bodies plummeted down the dams of the thigh, some crashing into it, exploding into bones upon impact. “Your princess! You love her—do you not? Fight for your princess! Put your armour on and be safe for her again!”

Blackened metal clattered onto the thin bedding of panties, sinking inches until the fabric flexed, levelling the grounding. The surface was like standing on a bed. Only these sheets were denser and the mattress beneath couldn’t be replicated. “I’d never stop fighting for my princess.”

“Then why are you taking off your armour... chosen paladin!?”

Shining bent forward to pull the spear within from the discarded shoulder plates, offering a view to his wife. He pulled its length through the hole, though, at its end—flicking the set over the edge. Walking before the pieces, he swept and flicked them afar.

The stallion left to the essentials.

Ebony underwear.

“Because every hero can recognize their last-stand.” Shining closed his eyes and inhaled. Spicy strawberries stung his snout, frizzing his air-starved mind. On either side, minions leapt from the steepness of the thighs, landing to a wobble to the ground beneath them, coming to already charge across the sloped flooring of Cadance’s crotch. “For I don’t mind a painful death! Not if it ensures me one thing!”

Shining bowed his head and rose his spear to the sky. Spontaneous sunlight eclipsed around its tip. Those charging whimpered, some stopping, others blocking their eyes. The whiteness of their bones caught with heat, a near fire embedding within their bones. Solar aid of holiness.

“I make this promise even in my dying breath... no matter the blows or the cuts or the stabs or the pains... I swear this to the last ember of my burning will—the one that burns brightly because of my wife!” Shining’s muzzle shot up and his eyes were brilliant with energy. His roar, the final battle-cry, easily heard despite his size. “None will cross the band of Cadance’s panties—not even over my dead body! And I will destroy all who even dare to walk across such a sacred place!”

Then the horde came.

“S-Shiny!” Rumbles broke beneath the surface as the body of softness began to move. The large rump repeatedly thumped against the ground. Each crashing knocking packs off despite the suitableness of the movements. His wife was still within the witch. “You! You! O-Oh, m-my sweet—never stop fighting for me!”

Shining grinned. His words and actions never ceased to affect her. Even when she was a skyscraper.

Two skeletons came from the left with their swords already brandished in the air. Shining started into a twirl, swiping the blade-end of his spear across their legs, shattering them, finishing his turn by lifting the spin of his spear—swiping across the faces of the foes catching behind them.

Off. Wrong. Defeating another pack of creatures born from evil, the white stallion gazed at his hooves—the fabric flexed beneath him. Searching across the slant meadow of lingerie, the warrior was forced to gaze up... up at the broad, bulky hunk of dense, towering bones.

The bulky skeleton shot back its elbows and forced out its chest, its head rolled back, screeching, its pitch deep. Its anger released; the creature drove a hand into its chest, clumping upon something. To the clattering of bones, a spear-like object was yanked out from its chest.

Shining chuckled while he stood still, holding his weapon in a defensive stance, lazy strands of azure draped over an eye. He panted between his laughter. He fought to suppress the wobbling in his legs. “Call that a weapon? My spear has already sliced your friends. What makes you think that will be any different?”

He glanced right. The faraway muzzle of his wife devoured his vision over the fluffy patch of her chest. The cavern of her mouth opened in a broad smile, the runway of her tongue lolled out. Her cheeks tinged red. Steam billowed out in clouds from the warmth inside her maw.

It’d been a while since Shining last saw his wife so smitten.

“Yes! Yes, oh yes!” Cadance huffed every syllable with delicious breaths of cuteness. “Fight for your princess, brave knight! Save her!” In the distance, the column of her foreleg blurred, streaks of violet and gold, merging, as the mare waved air onto herself. “Defeat them all! Prove your love to her! And do again that spin!”

Shining smirked. He glanced back to his foe to feel his shoulders dropping. The creature lifted its arms and swung it against the ground. Its sharp-end sliced through the fabric, severing silk—the finest silk.

“Oh.” Shining narrowed his brow as flames escaped the sides of his eyes. “You’re so getting returned after this.” He charged forward as the monster did the same—spotting a round protrusion to the left and down the hill. “For my wife’s underwear!”

Cadance eked again. The ground raised then dipped. The crashing and clapping of flanks and thighs sent wobbles shaking through them both. More hordes knocked off or exploding in dust from the jiggly waves of buttery flesh. Countless bones littered across the white silk.

But none beyond the waistband.

Shining reached the creature as its arm was raised for a swing. The blow swept across. Shining spun in reverse. Golden embers brilliantly sparked as the two weapons clashed. The second they did, however, the stallion reversed his spin—using momentum to compensate for strength—swiping his blade upward, right into the bony wrist.

It cut through.

Until the creature lunged forward, intrinsically, clenching its other hand into a fist. Clenching his abdomen, Shining slowed his spin but, in leaving himself exposed with his spear held upward—took the blow of the punch into a cheek.

“Shining! Oh Shining! Knock this off! My love... you’re bleeding!”

The hero stumbled back. However, he did not fall. Whetted protrusion marked the creature's knuckles—each dripping with red. It roared in picking up its severed hand, crushing it seconds later, allowing his other palm access to the handle of the weapon.

“No no no! My love! Flee at once! Save me another day!” The ground was rocking left and right, consistently, a moving landscape appearing still on the surface. Of course. Her gigantic hips were shifting forward and back, expressing the energy of her woe. “Even if you beat this foe—hordes are still climbing my legs! You cannot win this! And my heart bleeds whenever you do the same!”

Shining swept a hoof over his cheek. His eye clenched from the stinging lanes of blood. Only a trio inches below his eye. “If I cannot defeat the witch... if I cannot save your pure heart from wickedness... then I no right to live as your hero!”

The stallion charged forward. Waterfalls of white came from over the plump hills of the thighs. Tons knocked over or crashing into each other. But Shining had adjusted and adapted. He knew the rocking of his wife intimately.

The create roared and lifted its weapon over the back of its head, power drained into the posture, infusing strength into it. Standing on two legs, the stallion made to deflect it outright—changing when the swing came upon him.

Shining swatted the coming blow into the side of the handle, throwing his shoulder into the head, knocking the creature off-balanced. It faltered a step to the left, and Shining, yanking his spear into the air—stabbed it into the creature’s foot.

It screamed in a whimper as it hopped on the bad foot. The fabric of the battlegrounds flexed and relaxed and flexed from the movements. This, however, was a trick. The monster flung its arm back and, having its weapon straightened out toward Shining—thrust forward.

Shining waited seconds until death to act. In feeling the blow aim for his heart, coming within inches of it—his leg rose high into the air. Then his hoof slammed into the top side of the weapon, slamming it to the ground. He pushed back on it simultaneously. The foe was pulled in.

Just as Shining brought the swing of his spear into the side of its neck.

The hero stumbled back a few steps. The headless creature exploded into puff while its bones rained. Clattering into a pile, they covered the tear in the underwear—preventing any from seeing the luscious pink fuzz within.

Shining chuckled. “I’d get you for that one; told you that.”

Upon lifting his chin, however, the poor stallion saw outward. Their commander had been taken out. But that still left the minions hordes of charging minions. The landscape beneath him was still. No delicious jostles to plump and curved steeps of Cadance’s thighs.

Had she caught wise?

Shining turned around to face the muzzle of the mare. He felt like no more than a white speck standing on the patch of her underwear, gazed at from over the narrow, fuzzy countryside of Cadance’s underbelly. Her face was gigantic. The perfection mountain sculpted to complete softness.

“Hear me, princess, for I require your aid! Help me defeat the foes that storm you.”

But the princess wasn’t having any of that. “Your princess has done enough hearing for your cause, foolish knight.” Though her cheeks blushed and her voice was out of breath, the massive expression narrowed in cute contempt. “Working her body beneath my knowing. It felt wrong for you to take this all with ease.”

“Give it up, witch!” Shining held out his spear toward her, its tip, glinting to her eyes. “A hero always reshuffles the cards if the deck seems stacked against him! You are still my wife! And there are ticks you can never fully repress!”

Cadance flicked her muzzle into the air. “Mauwahaw! Is that what you think, delectable knight!" She cast her muzzle down, forcefully, blowing sweeps of air. “I admit your ability with a spear is worthy of a plush indeed! But your wife’s faults are still yours as well! Never would you dare to bring harm to her.”

“No hero ever would!”

“Then you will succumb to your wife’s softness!” Cadance’s gaze narrowed as utter satisfaction consumed her expression. “It warms my heart to see you battle an army for me! But make no mistake. Where your foes were small... now I am anything but!”

V | Temptations from the Mistress

~ V ~

Temptations from the Mistress

The clattering of blades deafened by shifting silk. The ruffling of underwear beneath him drowning out his current fight. Shining swung his spear, deflected the barbaric attacks of his foes, standing tall on the covered-crotch of a massive mare.

“What’s this? The little hero is surviving the final skeletal horde after all? Your love for your princess must be strong after all!” Cadance’s muzzle loomed in all its blurry glory into the distance. One of her forelegs rose from the side of her barrel. She leaned her cheek into the hoof—expression amused. “Looks like you’ve kept your promise. Not a single world has crossed the border of my silken underwear! That also includes you.”

Shining lunged toward a skeleton only for it to keep still. The stallion slowed, cautious, but the creatures remained frozen. Glancing around, all of the undead stood there, the blue glows to the sockets of their eyes... fixated on the ground.

“Your army.” Shining shook his head before turning. He took in the splendour of his wife’s muzzle—before walking forward on two legs, arms out to the sides, chest puffed. “Well? What is it? Is the army behind your roll vanquished?”

“Cute, lover boy! But don’t forget where you stand.” The ground tilted beneath his hooves, left and right. Shining faltered a few steps. Cadance must have given a shake to her hips. A little one; still enough to rock his world. “It’s still my groin you’re mounting. Easily I could stuff you down that underwear and render your body no more than a bulge.”

“I’ll cut my way out.”

“With how much you spent on these undies? You’re too cheap like that.”

“Damn! My mortal weakness.”

“Fret not, warrior, for this witch as come to bargain.” The structure of Cadance’s head lifted off from the hoof and lifted into the clouds. She peered down at him, smirking, utterly satisfied with herself. “For a one stallion-army... you have me impressed. This game of ours is amusing. But simply defeating you brings no real joy.”

“Evil never pays.”

“Even if you were allowed to choose what side of my underwear you could go down?”

“...”

“Don’t forget! I know your weaknesses, Shiny.” The ground rumbled while something beyond greatness began to move. Before him, the sweeping and violet landscapes of Cadance’s body arched into a rise, the slope of pink rising, becoming stepper, the same turning true for where he stood. “Accept my deal! Endure the chance to save your lover from her lust! The flower that will save her exists in the back of a warm, snug, personal cave! Reaching there will remove my corrupting influence over her body!”

Shining couldn’t reply upon stumbling in place, his hind hooves sliding back on the smooth, flexed flooring of sprawling lingerie. But his legs were swept from beneath him. The ball of alabaster rolled down the steep hill of softness, set to roll over the curve of the crotch—until his body pelted and sunk into something plush.

The planes stopped rising.

It took a few seconds for his mind to comprehend the world again. Giving a shake to his head, Shining’s vision returned to the world, settling on gazing between his legs. He was sitting against a velvet barrier risen from the ground. Fabric covered it, tightly, to the point of bugling.

And the scent: sweetly musky.

The curved plumpness flanked him on either side, the distance creating a haze, their shape and scale spiralling from out of his vision. What was most important, however, was the lifting landscape before him. Sinking fully into the dam composed of Cadance’s vulva—he gazed up.

Cadance’s muzzle hovered in the sky, bearing a smirk, eyes half-lidded. Pink forests puffed from her chest. The edge of her forelegs could be seen to the sides of her tuft. She was nearly sitting up now, propped on her hooves. He was the same... sinking like he would in a beanbag.

“Nice place you’ve found there.” Cadance snickered. “It really suits you.”

“Ha-ha-ha.” Shining deadpanned. “You better be careful now—or else my spear will become your next toothpick.”

“Sure about that? Do yourself a favour, babe.” The bridge of her snout inched upward. “Look over your head.”

Shining did as told. The back of his head rubbed down the mass of her vulva. Eyes forced up, he saw his weapon resting above, over the edge of her wall, not sinking into the softness... but sliding over it.

“No, no! A paladin is nothing without his—“

Cadance leaned in, the closest she could, bunching together her lips. Then she blew. Currents of winds, warm and scenting of licorice lightly sunk him into plushness. Flipping onto his back, Shining scampered up the bound hill, aided up by blowing air—his weapon done the same.

“Oh, no! The hero has lost his trusty spear.” Cadance leaned back into a relaxed position. “Whatever will he do?”

“You cheated!”

“Me? Witches never cheat.”

“Lies!”

“Doesn’t matter!” Cadance stuck out her tongue as her horn started to glow. “And now for your final challenge! Climb the curve of my crotch and reach the other side of my panties! I’ll permit you one dice roll if you can accomplish this feat.”

“A-And... if not?”

“Then I’ll toss you in my underwear myself, get you nice and plastered to one of my flanks, and go around and ravage your pathetic kingdom for myself!” On the panties, her glow appeared and crossed over the slope of its band. Minions appeared. Same as before. Standing on the sloped grounding—with straps tied around their waists.

“What the...” Shining pushed himself out from the plushness of the wall. The horde bore straps tied around their waists, much like the ones connecting Candace’s stockings to her lingerie... down to the golden, heart shaped clasps now clamped to the brim of her underwear. “You’re using little garters to your panties to let them repel? Where’s the fairness in that?”

Cadance upped the ante. She stuck out her tongue again—while closing an eye. “All is fair in love and war.” The barrels of her thighs swayed in the sides. “Either find a way to win... or let me know when I can toss you inside the loser’s dungeon.”

Time was running out. Enemies descend from above, walking down the vertical underwear, no chance of beating them existing. The mare watched the showdown happening on her groin was certain bemusement. But there was something else. Her cheeks were still scarlet. Her body bore great fidgets.

Shining gazed at the foes, knowing nothing could be done but, in glancing overhead... was struck with an idea. Naughty. But it’ll work. He flipped onto his belly at once, scampering over the top and front of Cadance’s more private place.

“Just where are you going, hero? Seriously don’t tell me you think of fleeing?” Cadance’s voice thundered from over his shoulders—but she made no attempt to stop him. Not even as he scooted over the surface of her lips. “What is your plan? Climb all the way down? Somehow escape and return with aid?”

Shining reached the end of the broad land, peering, of course, into the starting divot that sunk into her slit. Something peeked out against the fabric. Round, and faintly outlined. It was excited but had gone largely unnoticed.

Until now.

“Just try to flee! You’ll see exactly what—“

Candace would have finished that sentence, however, if her a whiny noise didn’t slip past her lips. This was followed by the heaviest of blushes and the narrowing of her eyes. Absolute sensitivity struck. Doing so in influxes of pleasure.

“S-S-Shiiiiiny!”

Shining clung to the protruding ball to the point of wrapping himself around it. Seconds later, the ground rose—highly—before SLAMMING into the ground. It thumped and flicked and bumped and countless assortments of little flicks. Cadance must have been teased to the edge.

The euphoria shuddering through her body sent it into a lustful frenzy.

“Let gooooo! Let go, let go, let gooooo!” Shining knew the giant mare, somewhere above, was shaking her head. Not because he saw it, but rather, the crashing of her hair along with air was audible enough to be heard. “Nnnhnh! Don’t stop! Stop! Nnaangh!”

Her flanks lifted and crashed into the board, the thighs on either side swinging about, sending mighty wobbles through the tons of soft flesh. Hooves and legs beat and rolled against the ground to express the overflowing arousal. His little actions had made her body hyper-sensitive. And this was the payoff.

Holding tightly to the protrusion, the tiny stallion showed some love, rubbing the spot, following its curves and kneading it what he could. The small actions drew greatness from the giant mare. And the success of the act was known when, from inside the shallow pocket, Shining watched the clattering of bones—that, and some flying overhead and down the curve of Cadance’s crotch.

After a few moments, however, he relented. In climbing out of the ditch, he gazed up, smiling. Cadance bowed her muzzle, eyes closed, mouth open, panting cutely. Her deepest fragrance entered full-force through the air. Perspiration laced with a certain special something.

My chance to take the lead.

Not the time for wisecracks. With the giant mare out of commission, even for a few seconds—that’s all he needed to climb the wall of her underwear. He leapt forward, off from the firm and supply grounding and onto her crotch, climbing up at once, eyes set on her brim.

And in a few seconds... he was already a quarter-way up.

“Thought it would be that easy, did you?” her voice suddenly sounded. Above, one of her eyes peeled open—joined by a smile below. “Clever way to take out the rest of my army. But I’m far more dangerous than any horde.” Behind him, her legs started to rise, ankles crossing over each other, closing the space between her thighs. “And if you’re going to use my body against me...”

Shadows and threats of weight phased over his shoulders. The poor stallion halted in his climb. Glancing over his shoulder, he swallowed, seeing the distant, monolithic barrels of her thighs coming him. Impossibility plump and infinitely jiggly. Dull crashing came as the legs crossed and closed over and between the other—tons of softness inbound.

The hero was a mere speck on the curved wall of the underwear. Something utterly wiped out beneath the crashing and spreading and rolling of the masses of thighs. Cadance crossed her legs while smirking above. Her lover was no longer able to be seen.

“Is this something you enjoy, hero? Caught by thighs of despair and trapped against the dam of silk? Held prisoner from between my legs?” Cadance shifted her legs and rubbed her thighs, fixating on the ‘bump’ beneath them. Digging into the bend of her underwear. Knowing he was there jolted her spine. “H-How’s the smell? Are my thighs warm? Maybe you should consider submitting once more.”

Cadance absentmindedly squeezing herself together down there.

Shining had been submerged into a collapsed cave of violet. Crushed by immense softness, his minuscule body existed in a pocket, one heated from the warm skin, hugging due to the immensity of its bountiful ‘substance.’

The rocking and rolling didn’t help. Oh no. It wasn’t that he actually moved. Rather the ceiling moved forward and back, the ceiling the same, the spots different, the flatness of the curve now spanning beyond his comprehension.

Pressure mounted into his skin, somehow, in a good way.

Clever girl. Shining smirked. He was lying on his front, the plushy ceiling collapsed over him, rubbing, its sounds of shifting rendered delicious. Won’t end the battle early. But you’ll find every other way beyond the obvious to win. Last game in the bed—you won. He lifted a foreleg to see if he could—though it was heavy, and pink softness spilled over the sides of his forearm, he could still hold the canopy.

Now we’re playing on my turf. He wiggled himself forward, the pocket of softness, the surface, jiggling in reaction. Crawling forward was possible. Slow, and with pause after every foot. But the backing of his thigh supported him, ensuring he wouldn’t fall. And once you’re defeated, you”ll admit to all your friends I’m the biggest mareslayer around!

Shining wasn’t one for puns. But in the current context. Being bathed in a sauna of intimate feminine sexuality permitted a few. Those heated wobbles. Consistent and clinging thigh-hugs. Scent. Aroma. Dense smell of mare. Much less the dampened lingerie beneath me.

The wetness of her privates, caught and contained by fabrics, slathered onto his frame. Submerging into wet spots from the thigh sinking. It happened sporadically. Each time drawing a thrust from the crotch pinning him. Rising out before dropping in. The scale of soft land then moving with quickness and ease.

Intense pressure struck his back. Muffled echoes came through the rosy drum spanned over him. “Oh no! The collapsing canyon walls before Mt. Mare are compassing! If he’s not careful—he’ll sink into her deep and innermost valley!”

Cadance clamped her thighs together. “What do you say to this, hero! The power of my thighs! Always my greatest lure! But now powerful assets!” Finally. They slid apart and pulled away. Settling onto the board with thumps and thuds and a rumble to the world—Cadance peered her eyes at the collapsed hero on his front, lying into the bedding of her panties. “Give it up. Your princess won’t be saved. Enjoy the greatness that is this witch. Be tossed into the back of my underwear and lose yourself to lust. Always another time win—if you can even call that losing.”

But Shining struck a hoof into the plushy labia beneath the silk, risking in jerks, posture weak, but his will strong! Raising himself, he glared to the distant, amused muzzle. Never would lust tempt love! “Try your tricks on a weaker stallion. Getting sat on by one of your wonderful flanks has been a deep-seated dream of mine!”

“Submit now!” Cadance tilted her muzzle upward in a stroke of power. “Be tossed into the back of my underwear and stuffed against the flank of your choosing. Sink! Sink into its thickest swell! See the world through the tightly-woven strands of silk!”

“Not unless lust is paired with love!”

“But you love the body of your wife! Nothing has changed about this fact!” Her muzzle lowered to the licking of her lips. She seemed thirsty. Wanting. Becoming something more than mere character. “Nothing about what I am has changed! Allow your deepest fantasies and wishes to become fulfilled!”

“Never! You may have the body of my princess—but you’re not her!” Shining swiped a foreleg through the air, holding it to his side, puffing out his frame. Determination billowed in the breeze as if a blue fire surrounded him. “And even though it wounds my heart to admit. If my princess isn’t the one sitting on me—then I want that wish fulfilled!”

“Then so be it!”

While the fat thighs continued to rest behind him, something else, vast and substantial, hovered over him. Cadance had positioned her hoof over the front of her underwear—catching him in its shadow. She stuck out her tongue. “You want to be crushed? Then endure the great and pink boulders falling from the collapse!”

Shining grinned as the bulk of the hoof covered him, the same trust of the groin to the underwear, caught beneath the mass. Quickly it rolled around. The mare moaning at rubbing herself. Pressing her lover deeper and closer to the places she was most sensitive. The thickness of her thighs shuddering on the sides.

“A hero unable to defeat his foes is no hero at all! Only another victim!” Cadance continued her assault upon progressing into naughtier territory. It still touched her of the strength and will and determination her hero had. Surviving so much to save her. Pushing him as the witch deepened her love as a princess. “You can’t be a protecting-hero without a weapon! That makes you my—“

Words silenced. Attack strung. Her weakness.

Tickles.

So minuscule. But those were the worst. Shivering intensely into the softness of her sole, brushing over the tip of her bone—waggling throughout her mass to discharge its aggressive-energy. Laughter broke out of her and jerked her foreleg back.

Long strands of candy mane draped over her left eye. He’d gotten to her! Giving it a shake whipped it around. It rested in the same place. One foreleg supported her up, and the other was flicking, getting the tickles out from it. After a second, she turned its surface before her eyes, nearly expecting to see Shiny’s clinging frame—continuing his assault deep tickles.

No dice. Not there. But still somewhere

“Tricks will not save you! Your surprises don’t c-change anything—so knock them off!” Though it was impossible to see, the tiny stallion clinging to her panties had a grin. She was sure of it. And sure enough—it threw her into a rage. “Let’s see how you react to not being able to do anything at all!”

Shining glanced at the hoof intimating a moon over him. Perfect. Exactly where everything needed to be. Some bones had been caught within the stitching of the fibres. Silky to the touch with a coating of sheen. So fantastic as if asking to be licked. He’d contemplated it.

“You’ll never make it over the waistband of my underwear!” Cadance laughed with her head tilted all the way up, drowning in something. Her hoof lurched back—before flying into him. “Keep pinned beneath my hoof! Stay there forever! Maybe if you kiss and peck every inch of me there... I’ll let you out.”

Her hoof made contact.

VI | Moral Standings are Lustful Downfalls

~ VI ~

Moral Standings are Lustful Downfalls

The hero was doomed. Defeated! Beaten by the boulder of velvet and submerged into the sea of silk. Looming above the crotch, the muzzle of the mare hovered, saddened by the events. Despite the rolling of his body done by her own hoof.

“Hero! My brave and noble hero! Done in by a mere rock!” Cadance tilted back her head and draped a foreleg across it. The other, of course, was busy drawing circles across her privates. “Supposed to save me from this terrible curse! Now all I can do is watch from a personal tower as his finally no more!”

“Cadance.”

“Unable to fight against the boulder as its simply too strong! Placed against the place he both desires and fears! My brave knight, I am so sorry.” She shook her head, the length of her frame doing the same. “If it helps... your failure wasn’t in vain. I feel cared and loved and stimulated still. How I hate to indulge in this wicked pleasure... but alas!”

Her hoof fell to the side of her head. “I am weak, enjoying myself on your woes, only because this may be the last time you cause me to feel so good.”

“Honey? Look at your groin.”

“Shiny! I am in the middle of something! Can you—“ Cadance blinked twice as her expression shrunk into itself. That was his voice. Tickled came from above the rim of her underwear. The tiniest of weight sinking into the curved pudge of her belly. “N-No. Sweetie. That isn’t right.”

Cadance leaned fully onto her back again as the crashing must have been thunderous to him. Her eyes settled onto the place between her legs. There the little hero stood. Past her brim. Wet and slick and smaller than an inch. Fluffy puffs of pink furs were around his frame. Hairs of sensitive persuasions sticking to his body as though crawling through a field of them.

Crawling through a crop of her...

She laughed. Outright spasmed into laughter as parts of her body slid up and down, wiggling to the sides. She kept as balanced as possible to ensure her little hero would go flying off. One of her eyes cracked open during the outburst, watching him stumbled on her belly, trying to ride the waves of her consuming air.

Until he sunk into the sea of pink.

“Y-You look so cute like that, sweetie! But maybe I’m too big for you? Could... slid you into my waistband for safe holdings!” Cadance burst into laughter again—especially upon his coat reddening—though quickly regained herself. “I was sure I’d get you with the hoof. Thighs maybe. Butt would be tricky. But the hoof should have gotten you for sure!”

“It did.” Shining rose on the rise of the stomach, cracking his head sideways, a long streak of mane covering an eye. Sleek and matted from absorbing weighty juices. A twisted sense of trying a new gel. “But one of your commanders sliced a slit into your panties, remember? Keep that in mind. Y’know, as a last resort.”

“D’aw! But I thought you liked getting into giant mares’ underwear.”

“Only if the timing is right.” Shining rose onto his hooves and continued his shouting across the narrow landscape, somehow speaking to the looming, gigantic muzzle of his wife. He probably enjoyed the way something so massive was fixated on him. How the creature he loved spanned all around him. “Besides. It’s your lingerie I want to get inside. Not some witch or character. If it’s going to be our first time like this... I want it to be right.”

Cadance answered that cuteness by clasping her thighs together, rubbing, the sound pleasant to all ears. Maybe she was getting off to this too. The idea of being a giant princess, saved by the tiny but determined knight, using the places of her bodies as landscapes and battlefields... games in the bedroom took on a new meaning.

“Then you have earned your right, hero, to roll for saving your princess!” Cadance uncrossed her legs as the barrels of her thighs receded from her underwear. Tilting her head up, she closed her eyes, smiling. “Though embarrassed, the act that is to follow is one she’s desired immensely. She permits you to enter her most private of quarters—to the side of your choosing.”

Maybe I should peek an eye open. Talking about my body around his is always worth the reaction. Her cheeks reddened as well. Such a simple boy wanting simple things. Glad we finally tried this out.

“Plunge into the depths of my body and enter the place calling to you throughout your journey! B-Bring peace to that cave, wash out the curses bedded within, and allow us to be married and live happily after—“

“Snake eyes, damn.”

Now Cadance’s eyes shot open.

A consistent spark of blue kept over the stallion’s head. He’d summoned... his own die! The ones she’d brought were loaded! It ensured the game went exactly where she wanted it to go. But the dork had summoned his own, rolling them over the fluff of her belly.

“It seems like my moral-standing prevents me from entering such a sacred place on my princess.” Shining tilted his head and nodded to his own words. Once he was done, however, he clasped his hooves together. “A dedicated player always followed the rule book.”

His miniature body then cutely shrugged. “Guess that marks the end of my quest.”

Cadance experienced ‘jaw-dropping’ moments rarely. This being one of the few done for a horrible reason. Her eyes blinked upon her throat unable to summon words. And it didn’t help the tiny stallion crossed onto the border of her snowy waistband.

“S-Shiny! Hold on now! We don’t have to play by the rules exactly!”

“A hero is always a noble player! Chow-chow!”

“Shiny! Get back here! You’ve got me all going and—don’t you want to save the princess?”

“You’ll have to try for the gruff mercenary willing to do anything to get the job done.” His little hooves tickled across the silk of the undergarments now. “Maybe next game! For now. I have to make sure my ponies back are safe and able to take the news of your good demise.”

Cadance was without words as her hero left her, walking straightly across her underwear, his strong back always facing her. He travelled across the broad but narrowing field of her crotch. The way he was going, however...

“S-Shiny! Wait! If you’re going to leave, don’t cross over my—“

Too late. Intentional or not, the full weight of the miniature stallion stepped onto her clit, one and two steps across it, causing her body to writhe. Her thighs swayed inward and out from the gap between them. The whole of her back slid back and forth on the board while jitters flew into her hooves. Her head was forced back, lips pressing together, milking the temporary pleasure.

Until the stimulus was gone.

Coming back to the world seconds later, there was the feeling of something sinking and then pushing against the swell of her flanks, the sensation appearing inches lower than before, continuing at a consistent pace. Though she couldn’t see him, one of the collapsed set to her waistband shuffled.

It clicked. Shining had tied one the small garters her skeletons had used; only now, he was using one to repel over the curve of her butt, keeping to one flank, lowering himself to the board. She wasn’t sure of this being a trick... until he stopped sinking into a cheek.

He really meant to leave.

And she really meant for that not to be.

VII | The Great Mare Escape

~ VII ~

The Great Mare Escape

Cadance wasn't sure of anything. Herself or the world. Her expression was a cute, annoyed, and dumbfounded confusion of the seconds past. Mouth open and jaw slacked to the left and, at that moment, breathing had been a forgotten remainder.

Did he seriously not change? After all these years and teasing and subtle and social improvements using lady charms and... other lady bits—did he still not get it? Her violet gems flicked left to the distant wall, a wooden, standing mirror before it, reflecting her perfection.

Cadance knew she was still a knockout. The dork must have thought so too. Despite that, however, his morals and OCD to rule-following had taken him away—as it had and would have in their past. All those sessions, together, falling in love with the geek.

Knowing he felt something too.

But was too silly to show it.

"So what is it, Shining?" Her hooves smacked onto the lockers on either side of him, his frame, forced on two legs, pressed into his own. Ponies in the hall slowed at the smack with few daring a turn of their heads. "Do you like me or not? I'm.... I'm tired of being played around like this. Just how many games are we going to play?"

He shivered as her chest brushed against his own. "C-Course I like you! Sorry I'm a terrible GM. There should only be a few sessions left before we can stop play with each other."

"Stop playing with me!"

"Do you... really not like the games?" Cracks ripped his voice like paper. "I thought they were fun. Really fun with you. But if you really want to stop playing with—"

"Grrr! You have to be the cutest, densest, most innocent boy alive!"

His eyes glimmered. "You're confusing me!

"Me?! You confused me first!"

"Am I that bad of a DM!? I thought I explained the rules—"

"It wasn't the rules!"

"—the encounters—"

"It wasn't the encounters either!"

Shining shook his head. Something broke and changed within. Uncaring of the students passing or the shouts happening. He'd been spit on by others jocks and mocked by spiteful gals. None of them broke his smile. Until Cadance. "Then what did I do wrong?"

"You were supposed to roll for me!"

"I do roll for you!"

Cadance shook her muzzle upward until it beamed at the ceiling. "Out of all the hints, of all the cues, all the accident brushing and touchings and kisses on the cheeks—how could I have been more oblivious in your dorky ways!"

"I'm sorry!" Shining shouted in a harsh exhale and, in panting to recapture his breath, lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Cadance, I really am. You confuse me a lot. You're someone I really like. My best friend if I'm telling the truth. And I don't want to lose you. I never want to stop playing these games with you."

He then swallowed and looked dejectedly at his hooves. "And if I could, I would spend my whole life with you. Beyond our games and our daily sessions. You're far too good for that. I'd never stand a chance—"

"Wait!" Cadance's head dropped like a barrel of a cannon slamming like that. Just as ready with rage to blast and fire. "You're telling, this whole time, you've liked me?!"

"I've always liked you."

"I mean in the other way, you geeky doofus!"

Shining nodded. "And in that way too. But I never thought I stood a chance! Why do you think I asked you to that dark room?"

"Shiny! You guided me down a hall, blocked off to everyone else, to have some fun on a table and—and, I just realized my mistake." Cadance exhaled her extenuation and tension as the weight in her chest then faded. "You never thought you could get with me?"

"You kidding? I'm not stallion enough to deserve you." Shining finally lifted his muzzle to the accidental brushing of their snouts, noses pressed together, their eyes glimmering in the reflection of the other. "You're perfect in every sense of the word. And not in the ways ponies say about you."

He swallowed and his eyes flicked away. Words from his throat seemed to cut on their way up. "You're not the social queen who thinks she's Miss Perfect. Rather you've treated everypony as equal regardless of who or what they are."

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips as his hoof rubbed at his arm. "Only way you'd be willing to play such a geeky game with me. I'm just a stallion looking to have some fun before I join the guard. Even my little sister is already more special than me."

Shining was smiling fully as his head turned back, leaning fully into the locker, looking at her with the happiness of acceptance. "And I'm okay with that. But a guy like me... doesn't deserve a girl like you. So I never tried. So long as the right guy sees how you are during our sessions, those moments you let your shoulders drop... then I think I'll be okay with liking you from a distance."

Cadance could only shake her head with tears burning in the corners of her eyes. "You are too wonderfully stupid for this world." And knowing the boy wouldn't take a hint any other way, that he'd roll for her without rolling for her, she plunged her lips onto his.

And enjoyed the kiss.

"Some elements never change, do they, my Shiny?" Cadance whispered the words as her eyes fixated on her expansive tummy. "Never knowing to toss aside the rules when a girl demands a kiss. Forcing her to chase you down to steal it from your lips."

Over the spread of trim furs, a minuscule dice laid on her belly, little tuft brushed over it. One of her hooves reached over to it, another to the front band of her underwear and, flicking the dice inside, allowing the sweet snap of elastic to conform around her waist.

"I still can't believe you." Candace turned onto her side, a thunderous crashing into the board, its world, shaking, the tiny stallion—somewhere in the lands—catching the impact too. "Hearts and Hooves Day, together, after weeks of planning this for your kink."

She rose onto her hooves as the lush grass expanded beneath her aerial view. Garter-straps were pulled from her standing, causing her panties and socks to become taut against her body, that dice caught in a very special place.

"Hero!" Cadance launched her muzzle upward and clenched her eyes at the proclamation. "Do you believe you can escape the sexy forces of evil so easily? Getting a mare going before leaving her dry? Your lands shall endure eons of parchment for this crime upon my loins!"

Cadance didn't care for self-respect as her hooves stomped into the broad, left-side down and right-side up, crashing of hooves before the other side lifted, a repeating earthquake to the fictional world. "Make no mistake! My charms have never ceased to work on you! But somehow, you are able to overcome them with your stupidity."

The final slam of hooves blasted shock waves of air across the board, a cracking of wood echoing across the lands, trees whimpering their last groans, pressure mounting against them, manifesting in slices sweeping their bases. Some were plucked into the air as others laid severed from stumps.

"But you will deny this princess her lust and love no further!" Her eyes scanned across the miniature terrain, narrowing, that was, until spotting the white among rubble. It'd been a stone bridge crossing over a curving stream, collapsed from her crashes, his body lying in the shallow waters. "Think you are wet now, hero? Once you have severed your time from inside of my underwear—no amount of water will save you from my scent!"

Cadance gave chase, knowing that, to get the boy inside her panties, she would have to put him in there. Her hooves stomped forward, slowly, teasing the tremors through the lands. Those shivers below the ground rattled the stone off the stallion, who could stand again, shaking, as he watched her distant figure loom ever closer.

How she was going to enjoy holding the front of her underwear out, hovering him over it, teasing the arching tufts of cotton inside there. Little drop and he would fall. Saved, of course, from the slide of silk created from the tugged out the band. He'd slide right in-between some lovely lips, pinned there, unable to crawl up and out.

And looking inside the front of her underwear, Cadance would blow him a kiss, bless him with a wink, letting the waistband snap. He'd be forced—by the shifting of her back legs—deeper between the pair. So pinned that, to have more space, there'd be only once choice.

She'd feel him wiggle as she wiggled her fat behind, in a crashing drop, over that pathetic castle.

Oh! The fun to be had.

Shining knew he was screwed but, in pulling himself out from the bank, up the hill and resting there, he wasn't sure the exact reason. His head looked past the foreleg pressed down before his snout, seeing, to the shaking of the world and the distant thuds of the beyond, the approaching mass of his wife.

An aggressive of gigantic proportions?

He was scared... but also turned on.

The fact he'd done something, somehow, to make her angry?

Perhaps the couch became his best friend for a reason.

But not. What scared him the most was the sight, over the ceiling of chest and belly in the sky where, in the darker reaches of her crotch, the fabric had darken. It looked damp and its smell carried on fake winds. It called for him.

And he was scared to answer.

"Pull yourself together solider," Shining whispered to himself, enduring the closing quaking, the world thrown into a rocking and blurring. Water behind splashed up and crashed back into the river. "Forget your fears and focus on the dream. "Clear your head and everything will be okay."

He did something close to that, stumbling on all four hooves, finding that, on gazing in-between his legs—something bulged in his briefs. They were black with a neon stripe across their middle. It also detailed something he'd rather not have seen.

"That's not clearing my head," Shining forced out while closing his eyes. "That's fogging it further. How am I supposed to get rid of..." His eyes blinked back open as he sat back. Forcing his neck back allowed him to see the muzzle in the sky, her eyes set upon him. "N-No. Of course that'd make everything too easy."

Her sweet musk freshened his nostrils upon the next breeze. "At least... we're both at a handicap."

Shining gaze across the field in hopes of a plan. Looming left were nothing but hills that built into mountains with snowy peaks. That wouldn't do. Shooting his gaze to the right hoover, opened the vastness of the Lost Woods.

The forest never to be entered.

Shining's horn shone blue to the manifestation of another dice. Coming to stand tall on two legs again, he held a hoof to the sky, taking a pose, waiting. Pink hooves blasted mere feet away, crashing in place, curved walls spanning up and beyond his vision.

There was the clatter of dice tickling the raised hoof. With a grin and a squint, he cast them forward, watching them strike across the grass, slamming down into a joint sixteen. "Yes!" His hoof pumped even higher. "I rolled to escape into the Lost Woods! What do you think about that, Former-Blushing-Beauty!?"

No response and only stillness. Seconds passed before the monolithic hoof lifted, inches, over the ground to the dice. Its soft edge felt for them and, on doing so, tilted itself flat again. Its slammed, without warning, into the earth. The ground roared and a crater formed. Its circular shape then pushed harder downward, sinking until its bottom couldn't be seen.

A deafening crunch.

The pillar turned, twisting, carving its shape, sinking inches deeper. Grinding of dirt were the sounds of despair as the hoof lifted, hovering, waves of soot cascading around it. Shining dared the swallow and the step forward, gazing into the hole, seeing only a cavity crushed in by the hoof.

His head then looked up as the ceiling of the hoof arched away, the giant muzzle of the mare high above pointed down at him. Eyes half-lidded and a lick of the lips at seeing a snack. Cadance was hungry and starting with desert.

"You always hated following the rules," he spoke up to her face without being heard, "didn't you?"

Her hoof swam back over him, blocking light beside the brightness of her hue, settling once centred. In the narrow space, the wood lurked beyond the lane between ground and hoof, that sprint into freedom.

He beat forward in an intense sprint, fully invested in himself, leaping, seconds later, as the hoof slammed down.

VIII | Hide and Seek

~ VII ~

Hide and Seek

Shining scampered into the opening of the woods knowing, full well, he shouldn't have made it in the first place. Memories played as chasing hooves thundered behind. Crash after crack after fissures spreading in the earth. She was behind him and done playing games.

Trees towered and scattered around him, closer bunched the deeper he entered, grass and wood, dark and dim, as he went in. The ethereal glow of faded blue illuminated the enchanted place. Sounds echoed of waters pouring into a distant pond. Heavenly flowers of blue cast minuscule light in their spread over the clearing.

Shining slowed from his run as he gazed behind. Pink hooves shrunk as they loomed at the afar entrance. One of them raised, tentatively, over the area. His neck craned back, looking up through the dense foliage, faded spots of leaves allowing parts of a view through.

He held his breath. Sections of the hoof loomed above in a hover. It seemed to come crashing down, the dimness transitioning into darkness, its shadow weighing on his shoulders. But it stopped. Unable to go through. Something was stopping Cadance.

"Clever boy running in there like that," Cadance's voice didn't so much as boom from above as it swept through the clearing. It passed through the spaces between trees and fully occupied the domain. "Is this what heroes do, sweetie? Run away from gigantic and—dare I say?—beautiful mares that want to sleep with them? Don't think you can escape, Shiny."

The hoof backed into place, and then the set raised, one side raising and the other dropping, booms quaking the land. Shining whipped his head around at the trees groaning and the branches bustling.

Out from the packing of leaves flew wooden birds into freedom.

"I've always known what you like, little one, and that's a girl confident in her step." Shining backed into the woods while glancing to his sides. Tremors came slow and powerful, a tempo settling, the leaves shuffling. "Either you can hide out in that forest until the mere vibrations of my hoofsteps knocks that forest down."

Sultry giggles rained in want for something more. "Or you can enter my personal forest. Soft and wispy and silky. It's more like a jungle you'd have to fight through."

Something changed in this strange moment. Those distant forehooves rose over the forest and crashed somewhere in the beyond, the shock waves tickling the back of Shining's hooves. How had he escaped that first hoof? Sprinting and leaping from underneath it, though it was close... it didn't feel in his favour.

As the hoof came down and he jumped forward, it was like the wind embraced him, plucking him across that fatal inch, a constant force pushing behind him. He dashed left and right, avoiding the domes of shadow on the field that was, seconds later, filled by consuming hooves.

Present. The entrance of the woods became blocked as the taut belly consumed the scene. White waistband clung across its wonderful curve, itself laid as flatly as Cadance could manage, the brim of her underwear tugged to the grass by magic.

"So how about it, hero? This is your one time to walk inside the maiden's princess of your own will." An elongated moan purred; the crotch dropped inches more to a crashing sound. "Because when I catch you after this—I'm not throwing you down the front. Oh no. You'll be tossed in the back and be forced to make that journey yourself."

Delightful and horny was her laughter. "That is if your body can even handle being crushed by tight, twisting, immensely soft mountains of course. Stuck deeply within or pinned to one of their faces. It'd be a nice stroll for me either way."

The siren's call of her underwear called for him. His hooves walked across the clearing, seeing the sprawling white brim inches from the grass, the sloped field of silk within that cavity. Giant sexy mare tugging open her panties before the opening of a woods? The imagery was enough to shatter his iron will.

Until a gift came from the heavens.

Shining neared the entrance as the forest still rocked. The afar hooves behind kept with their tempo of stomps as if to push on his back. Leaves cascaded in clumps from the increasing tension of the attacks. In their emerald colour, one of them was not so, drifting, swirling in the air, composing loops until whipping between Shining's eyes.

Covering them with a single image.

"She's playing with us and that's final."

"Dude! That's NOT what we're afraid of."

"What's your guys' problem with her then? Cadance is easily the best player here, and, she keeps in character so well! The right amount of playing and teasing and—how can you guys not like that?"

"That's our point! Do you know how many re-rolls you've allowed because she batted her eyelashes?"

"What? No way!"

"Or killing my character off because she laid her head on your shoulder?"

“That was—“

"Or knocking over the board after she made a mistake so it wouldn't get recorded in the campaign?"

“...Shining the doomed knight is hopeless, isn't he?"

“Bro. We have the technique. Take this letter. There's a photo in there. Never, ever, open it. Not unless Blushing-Beauty has you so captured you need to break her lady charms. And need to do so desperately."

Shining stared at the image pinned between his eyes. He stood in the middle of the clearing, booms and sweeping winds, now, irrelevant to it all. Seconds passed before a sound rose from him. And it was the gagging before the streams of vomit.

The breeze then took the photo into the current and was swept away.

So far away.

Shining stood in complete silence and stillness and blindness. Not even that crotch made into a playground could be seen. Restriction and tightness faded from his underwear as his mind was horribly cleared.

Not even that sweet aroma beckoned him. Cadance's underwear fume with thickening musk that waded freely into the air. It travelled through the forest, encapsulating it in her scent, causing the woods to smell like the inside of her panties.

And though it hooked him still.

That image lurked in the back of his mind.

"There's no way! You have to be kidding me! Are you seriously not throwing yourself in my underwear? I had everything inside of there perfect for you!" Growls angered the forest as the hips lifted from the ground to the view of the back hooves that were far behind it. "You will be mine, Shiny! This forest cannot protect your cowardice!"

The hoofsteps returned. Shining backed into a tight passage of densely packed trees that shook in the steps. One and two building into three and four, five six seven eight, nine and ten striking seconds later. The rhythm of the stomping hooves built, each a quake that creaked the board, snaps slicing through the center of trees.

Shining was forced to hop back as a tree fell left over him, doing the same as one, from the other side, fell right. All around trees were cracking and clattering and rolling on the ground. They were launched into the air from distant smacks.

“How long do you plan on hiding away from the big, bad mare? You can't escape without me seeing it." Her hooves increased into their stomps until they ceased to be seconds apart, a constant shaking, quivering, to the lands and trees. "Maybe I'll smother this forest underneath my barrel? My chest and belly should be soft enough. Or maybe my butt? It'd flatten over you before crushing. Perks of being soft, hon."

Shining almost expected to see, through the openings in the rich foliage above, the looming cliff side of her present rear. But that didn't happen. In fact the shaking stopped. Ceasing into stillness as the arch of forelegs glided over the forest.

"But then again... if I'm the big bad mare, and you're the teeny-tiny stallion... aren't I supposed to blow your house down?" The swell of hooves pulled steeps from the entrance into the field behind, clearing a stadium. Chance for escape? Not when the might of her muzzle descended and consumed the area. Her great hair pooled on the ground as her massive eyes glinted at catching him. "Found you."

Cadance's snout turned for a second, a dip and a wink to him, that was, before returning with pursed lips. She blew him a kiss and then blew a current of warm winds. Shining rose to his hind legs, which slid back on the grass, and he shielded his face with forelegs.

Her breath tasted like cherry as it blew him ever deeper into the woods.

Everything was dark and he was wet.

Seconds fought for the return of his vision. Shining arched forward from lying back, soaked in refreshing waters. Shaking his head to the spitting of his mane, he glanced around, a pond surrounding him, rocks lining its curve. Beyond laid scattered and fallen trees and other such derbies.

He nearly expected to wake up on a sprawling cot of white to a curved ceiling of hot pink.

Rather he sat in the pond saved from mysterious force again. Saved, however, became irrelevant as the water rippled. Minuscule splashes crashing into another. Without knowing why he fell back into the water, allowing his hair to bloat upward, hoof squeezing his snout, looking out the surface of the water.

The vast sky of leaves and branches soared above and, in their middle, emerged the massive tip of a pink snout. Shining lost a few bubbles from his mouth as they burst toward the surface. The underside of Cadance's muzzle blanketed over the pond, the vines of her mane, their weight alone, cracking wood beneath them.

Her sea of hair draped onto the water's surface, floating just over him so that, as her extensive eyes were done sweeping the area—they flicked downward. They were violet ponds of their own he'd much rather swim within. Holding his breath, his chest, clenched, at the narrowing of her brow.

He could so easily see her faded face through the laying current of her mane but, as she stared directly in the water, her strands covered him just enough. Her muzzle tipped up and, casting a final circular glance, retreated from the clearing. She disappeared upward. Nothing of her could be seen as the foliage bunched back together.

To the destroyed branches left in her wake.

"An insanely hot mare—let's not forget she's a princess—who so happens to be a good pony underneath it all... teases you on being a geek but still plays your games... so in love with you as to wait a year of dropping hints before making a move... dude." The exasperated pony drank a tall glass of oxygen. "How did you do it?"

"No advice I can give you on that one," Shining replied with a shrug. "I play my life like how I play a game of O&O."

“And that is?”

“Luck build.”

Shining resurfaced at the edge of the pond. Pulling himself out and throwing himself over, the coolness of the grass was a smooth caress on his back. Turning over once more, he pushed on all fours, standing, feeling refreshed after his respite.

"I guess my life has always been a luck build, hasn't it?" Shining cast his muzzle to the gigantic expanse of the forest over him, knowing that, in these woods, a giant muzzle could descend. "Your love stops you from destroying this forest in your lust. That’s what allowed this to be an even game.”

What's next? Shining needed to get back to the castle to finish this... but how? Cadance's aerial view of the miniature forest would see any escape he took. But she'd grown tired of waiting! The big mare would keep ducking into the woods, looking for him, leaving a flight between her legs possible.

So long as he didn't become caught on the way out.

"You did something, didn't you, my hero! I know you're in there." Candace's voice flushed equally across the ground of the forest. "Able to ignore my advances and escape my attacks. I saw you! I know I did. Why do you wind me up so much only to tease me further?"

Maybe she was right on several matters. But none of that mattered as the clatter of something great echoed from above the trees. Seconds later came the winds and moments after that, in a blur of white and a crash blasting him back, an office-building sized die slashed before him.

Shining leaped back as the dice swiped right before him, paving a lane before their size, trees exploding from the touch of its impact. The die lazily fell into the grass. The resulting thud rocked the earth. Cadance still had the dice from before—only enlarged!

“Are you kidding me? Instead of seeing clearly through the forest—my perception is reduced?" Another annoyed huff summoning the start of the next game. "That's it! I'm after you, mister. And when I catch you... it's not just my underwear you'll be spending some time inside."

Shining backed away from the dice as her muzzle was sure to follow after them. He didn't have any dice left—besides the sacred item never to be summoned—and unsure of where to go. At the center of the vast forest, where was he to go? The entrance of where she stood, of course... but where was that?

He gazed at the flat side of the dice and, risking the charge, blasted his horn at the polished cliff. It struck its sides and swirled it around, a tornado spinning it, crashing through more trees in its might. It clattered, later, in another thud.

Not knowing the number of his roll, he trusted in his luck, announcing his wish. "Fates! Give me a guide to escape my demise!"

That beckoned the beast.

In the clearing where the dice had dived, so too did the monolithic muzzle, up to the eyes, did the same. Cadance's annoyed expression hung over the ground like an angry serpent. That cute look of narrowed eyes whenever she got mad. An eyebrow raised as she knew he was there.

Shining dashed to the right and ducked behind the fat base of a tree, back pressed against it as he stood, panting. Beyond it lurked Cadance's muzzle. Her eyes flicked left and right, seeing nothing, narrowing more for it.

Until slowly cutting forward.

Branches snapped at her faintest touch as she pushed forward. Everything gathered into her mane and pelted her face. She didn't seem to care about the brown soot on the hills of her cheeks. It made her cute in a commando way.

Shining choked his breath and, daring it, leaned to the right. He saw over the wooden curve to the side of Candance's face, which size disappeared into the ceiling of the forest, and yet, her snout consumed whole clearings as she snaked through them.

Cadance stopped as a shiver caught her. Shining froze in his lean on watching her. Corners of her lips were tugged, slowly, revealing the polished surface of her corner-tooth. The bulky stalactite possessed his reflection. What caught him more, however, were those plush and furry lips, a narrow lane of softness, a desire to be found between them as they closed.

Arousal at Cadance could be repressed for only so long.

What was he to do? Shining lowered his head as if this was the end. Blue flowers of dim glows sprouted around his feet. At their center, however, was a golden one. Narrowing his eyes at the golden hue, it sparked a tickle at the back of his mind, of peace and sincerity, allowing him to push forward.

Gazing to his left, those flowers sporadically dotted the lands, all blue until a golden one loomed. In the darkness deeper into the woods, there was another glow of gold and, trusting in that, he beat toward it.

"You're here." Cadance whispered as her muzzle came around the tree and devouring the space. Her suspicious eyes continued flicking around in their search for him. "Hiding behind one of these trees. I'd be mad if you were inside of a bush but refused to go in... I'll let you finish that. Offer’s still there. Could even help me trim down there with a cute little machete."

Shining bashed the back of his head into the bark. He whispered through a bitten bottom lip. "Curse you, Sinister-Beauty, in your fantastic and fatal proposals!"

Cadance must have heard as her head whipped to the side like a snake, a curve around the tree to see its back... seeing nothing in its minuscule space. Thrill left her expression a desolated thing. Beneath her, however, Shining had rounded the tree and, without her knowing, crawled underneath her jaw.

Shining held his breath to avoid breathing her exhale. Those powerful nostrils blasted warm currents over the grass, pushing the bunched spades into formation. It tickled him to the point of chuckles, which he suppressed. He was mindful of the jaw above him, the tightness of her maw inches away, one fatal tickle at her fur or skin—and he was gone.

Cadance ground her teeth together and growled. Her cheek smacked into the tree and knocked it cleanly over, laughing, hovering above it the rising cloud of dust settled. "Got you! Didn't expect me to pin you down with a tree, did you? I may not be able to crush you underneath my belly or butt—but these are still made of hollow wood!"

Her muzzle snaked away and hovered over the log. Shining beat his escape between the trees. During his escape, flowers changed, transitioning from blue to gold. One did so immediately beneath him. He followed and trusted in it for, on looking where he would have stepped—saw a branch.

His luck was guiding him through and preventing him from causing noise.

He leaned his head back in relief, dashing, as the massive muzzle of his wife, floating over the log, then thrashed about. Trees were knocked and smashed and demolished in the throwing of her head. This hissy fit allowed his escape.

It was near the end of the woods euphoria tinged his adrenaline. Shining was now hopping from flower to flower, beating a foot from them to the next one, keeping his movements minimal and precise. It allowed escaping from the mare during her sudden droppings and thrashings. Something much continued even as freedom appeared before him.

Titanic hooves loomed in the clearing after the forest, bent as her chest soared overhead, still searching from him. Countless flowers formed before the entrance, a bed of them, signaling the completion of this quest.

Thunderous crashing rained from above.

"Always the stallion able to get away from me, weren't you? It always felt like I'd lose you in a swarm of other ponies... never able to find you in the masses." Her voice was bittersweet. "Was I a terrible pony thinking that, if I lost you, I could never find you in the crowd again? I thought nothing of myself, yet knew I came from something but... in the time I spent with you... I... I truly was allowed to throw away terms like 'nothing' or 'something' or 'social-queen' or 'princess.'"

Shining slowed in his walk to the opening, hearing the voice and feeling it on his skin, it surrounded him still. "But when I was with you... I was myself. I could be myself. You'd already exposed yourself as a cute dork. And that meant... I didn't need to fear how I appeared."

Another heavy sigh blew through the forest, but instead of cracking trees, its only effect was on his heart. "Didn't need to worry how my girls or the school saw me. No worrying about impressing Auntie. I didn't have to be anything more. Because being around you... allowed me to be myself."

Shining stopped before the clearing. "And if I didn't always have you in my life... I could never be like that again. Forced to be a princess rather than Cadance. Only in you have I ever been true to myself. That's why... I was always so willing to play your dorky games."

Sweet laughter as the mare found herself, as she always did, again and again. "That, and chase a little version of you, threatening to stuff a tiny stallion in my underwear. You infected me in a good way, Shiny." Those massive hooves backed into the distance before turning near the horizon, haze consuming them, the stacked-spread of her tail composing their place. "But now it's time to finish this. Another dirty thought of mine, sweetie."

Just like that, love became lust, one side to another, both born of each other.

"During those dark times, another thought came to mine, one stemming from how I knew about your... inexperience on certain matters." Cadance's rump hovered above, shaking, curved mountains jostling beneath taut velvet. Far below the jiggling cheeks, the hefty strands of tail crashed and paved through the ground, swiping further and longer. "Figured if I got you tangled in my tail, that you would never leave, and forever together we could be."

Cadance's head must have tilted back in mock laughter somewhere high in the sky. "But I never expected it to become literal! You can thank Twilight's dance for this one, sweetheart. My tail is soft and silky enough to wipe this forest clean!"

Shining's eyes widened as the full strands, pooled together and rising higher, crashed into the front of the forest. A range of trees was swept clean from its swipe, caught in tangles as another sweep of cotton blasted another park of the woods, each time reaching deeper, closer to him.

"I get to shake my butt and tangle you in my tail! But don't be scared." Cadance laughed against as her back legs stepped in place, unable to handle her excitement. Something warm must have been dripping down her barrel-like thighs. "None of the trees will harm you. Neither will my tail. Once I sit down? You'll back to climb inside the back of my waistband to escape the pressure."

And, with that, Cadance enjoyed a fatal flick of her rear as her tail, swiping across the forest, utterly demolished it.

IX | Cat and Mouse

~ VIII ~

Cat and Mouse

Cadance didn't care for the swipes of her tail. Not a single complaint in the freeing sensation of swinging her butt around. The idea of her love faintly seeing it through the trees tickled her heart sweetly. Knowing that, in the further sweeps of thick strands, he was caught, either in the rubble or deeply within the pack.

The range of trees and rocks and rising hills were sliced through by the thickness of her stands. Tore through without resistance as blocks and woods and their scattered items collected inside her tail. Once the flickers were down, she gazed over her back, seeing the forest, now, paved flat.

"Fe fi fo fum! Your forest is knocked down!" Cadance shouted to a resulting giggle. "Never expected to pave a landscape with nothing but my tail before. But it was fun! Now time to find my little hero in the rubble."

Her muzzle leaned into the clearing of fallen trees and such things, the exhales of her snout rolling some of the logs, blasting dust away to no reveal of her love. Piles and clumps, prodded by her hoof, exposed nothing of him. No gathering held the faintness of him.

Until her head turned around her barrel at her tail.

"Or did the little paladin lose the fight to a big ol' tail? Perhaps that beast was too great for him to slay after all." Her eyes peeked at the space between her hind legs. Cleared. Those legs bucked and her panty-clad rump crashing into the landscape. "But how deeply did it swallow you? Don't worry, my love, I'll free you from its belly."

Her forelegs scooped around the beast of a tail around her waist and over her thighs, staring from its end, prodding into its depths. She was careful to pull away shattered trees and tangled rocks, searching deeply. "After a bit, at least. At least you'll have a new appreciation for my tail afterward. Maybe offer to brush it more."

Cadance's next fetch quest began.

Shining didn't know what had beckoned him toward the swipe of the tail instead of away but, trusting luck over doubts, he dashed forward into the curved stream of mane and, before it could strike him, his hooves found the golden bed of flowers.

Falling into their divot.

He laid inside the shallow slit of wood for minutes. Catching his breath on the faint taste of mahogany on his tongue. So much stomping and crushing must have cracked the board from the continuous impacts. The interior of the crack was the only thing not affected by the magic.

Each passing of the strands allowed a few fibres to dip inside, completely filling the place, tickling across his body to no end. He fought his chuckles as to not give himself away. Though these hairs found him, so big as well, they weren't big enough to let the hunter-mare know.

Then came the crashing of something big and the murmuring of a voice above. Shining couldn't waste away in safety. Risking the climb, he pulled his head out from the cleft, gazing over the grass, seeing, around him, the destroyed war zone of the woods.

But only what laid behind him.

On gazing forward, he nearly closed his eyes. Cadance crotch loomed ahead with its delicious slope ever-upward. Her lips bulged above the ground and her thighs encompassed the curved space. Her flanks rolled on the ground and flattened over it, the fabric, relaxed, down their center.

Shining poked out of his hole more, two hooves pushed on the ledge but, as he gazed up—froze. Cadance was looking directly down at him from her arch in the sky, but, as she was to see him, the waterfall of her tail fell over her legs. It blanketed him in a cover of shadow, dimming the ground between her thighs, allowing him to reach her panties with ease.

After clambering onto the ground, he sat, forehooves pressed and praising up, thanking the goddess watching over him. That, and to stare at the underside of his for seconds more. Her barrel thigh led ever inward to her crotch, which bugled against her underwear, feet too high for him to reach. Her sprawling waistband disappeared before the sections of tail that sunk in the gap.

He beat his steps toward the monolithic underside that awaited him. Cadance had no clue of his proximity to such a personal spot. This whole game was her getting him down here. Yet when it occurred, she was unaware. Maybe it was because of that he'd take this home.

Reaching the front of her underwear was joined by a racing heart. Leaning his head back again, his view trawled up rolling silk, seeing the waistband clinging to her waist, the continuation of pink fuzz that was her belly.

Furs became tufts as they bunched together near her chest and, in the sky of haze and blur, her muzzle loomed, determined with an eye narrow, lips pursed to the side with the tip of her tongue sticking out. Utter concentration in finding him.

Shining didn't take a chance with that. Not at all. Rather he dropped to all fours as the wall of thighs adjusting around him. Wrong flick and advance and he could be crushed beneath booty without the mare's knowing. Rather he needed to be crushed while he could still escape.

He started his crawl forward like done in the forces except, instead of mud and a ceiling of barbed wire, it was grass warmed by Cadance's ass and a sloped roof of silk always flexing and relaxing. The world became dark from underneath her, the sense of her monolithic mass ever above, the crawlspace narrowed by fabric.

Her flanks were on either side of him. They pressed and flattened against the ground, bunched together as they rose up, a tunnel of space down their middle bellowing the streaking crevice. Cadance had... always been a sensitive mare when it came to downstairs. One kick against the side of a cheek, a little too high of a rise into the sprawling line above... and he'd be with those places for life.

But he crawled beneath the velvet canopy with his life enacted. It became dark and hopeless in the middle. Feeling that rear shift around, crawling left with the movement, feeling that heated dough roll toward him—all threatening a heart attack. But the curve lifted higher upward as he went. Near the opened a contained view of the world beyond.

Shining crawled out between the cheeks, a foreleg over his head, holding up the fabric weighing over him. He exited the crevice in a slow stand, bearing an expression of amazement, head tilting and gazing upward, seeing the massive dock of the tail above curving to the left.

"I actually made it." Shining exhaled the tension from his chest as he beat on to the open landscape before him. Rolling hills to scattered bridges over curving ravines. In the distance loomed the castle—his safe haven. "I actually did it! Everybody mocks the luck-melee build. But guess who always lucks out in the end!"

Shining made a mistake without realizing it. As he sprinted into the distance to escape the mare set on her tail, her large ears above had perked, twitching, sensing him. Her confused muzzle turned from above as the rest of her body did the same, from the opposite way, her tail unfurling and shooting into a swipe like the swing of a baseball bat.

Before the stallion could see the monolithic force streaking behind him, it struck into his minuscule frame with its crashing frame, the rawness of the strike hitting me off, far away, a soaring caused by the whip of her tail.

Shining had turned at the back of the tail as it struck him into a curve of a comet. His body flew through the air as winds cut across his frame. He whipped over the lands in an arch higher upward, peaking as, while lying back, he could see the rising muzzle of his wife, so far beyond, now level with him.

Then he shot over the castle walls.

The crumble of pelting rocks had roused a groan out of him. His body laid vertically entrenched in stone. Or something close to stone. It wasn't enough to push his head forward. Rather it had to be rocked forward to escape the hold of his mould.

"Nnnghhh... not... the worst landing I could have asked for." His bangs hung over his eyes and, sweeping his head to the side, could see beyond his imprisonment. Lane of paved stone shot to the sides below with bricks commencing cover on the wall. "That explains the elevation, at least. But then... where's Cadance?"

"Oooooh love! I know you're out heeeeeereeeee!" Over the bricks of the wall sprawled the landscape of the kingdom, a village of cabins across a thick stream, looming in the distance. Row of homes darkened beneath a shadow. "Are you seriously going to let the ponies protect lose their homes to the evil mare? What kind of hero runs away from their duty?"

Shining's head hung forward. "Ah. Of course. No rest before the final battle." He glanced to his right, his arm paved inside a wall, stuck by his momentum. Gritting his teeth, he pulled, yanking it out to an explosion of stones—the same true with the other side. "Alright, Turned-Beauty. Let's have it your way."

He pushed free from the crater and fell, with rocks doing the same, onto the lane of the wall. Wobbling into place, he shook his head, settling a hoof on a brick seeing to the beyond. "What was it you always used to call me? Mare-Slayer? Looks like that's what I'll have to become to stop you here."

Over the sweeping scale of the wall loomed, in the beyond, the monolithic size of the evil mare in the distance. Her mane was frizzled as her eyes swept the world in sight of him. With a hoof poised over the collection of houses, it waited no further, slamming down. "The innocent are made homeless due to your cowardice! Or perhaps the hero has given up in playing his character?"

A sly smirk stretched her lips. "Don't forget these are your figurines being crushed by wonderful hooves! Have you considered how much these rare pieces must be worth by now?"

Shining had been standing like a captain with his foreleg raised on that wall, his mane blown back from the winds but, narrowing his brow, came to widen his eyes. "Wait for a second! You crazy mare! Stop this! Selling all this junk could help us afford Flurry's teenage years!"

But the giant mare on the horizon didn't catch his shouts. "Oh dear! What's the season again? I hear colossal, rolling mares are simply awful around this time!" The mare splayed onto all fours and, lying on her front, proceeded to roll left. "Wheeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Cadance!'

"There goes the market!"

"Cadaaaaaance!"

"Say goodbye to their farm!"

"Cadaaaaaaaaaaaaance!"

"But the town was still saved!"

"Cadance?"

"What is this slender shadow passing over it? Could be it a tight chest and belly looming over it?"

"Save the figures at least!"

CRAAAAAASH!

"Oh no! The wooden ponies are in splinters and—ow!"

"Hahahah—wait, that was the old Rowdy crew! How dare you!"

"Ouch! Shiny? Where are you! I need you to pull this splinter."

Shining wanted to scream from the all that he'd push it in more—but that was a lie. He'd bite it and usher sweet things as he pulled it out. The long neck of Cadance leaned down into her chest, lying flatly over the town, nipping on the wooden sphere and plucking it out.

Once her muzzle lifted, however, she caught the glint from the wall. Her eyes narrowed to see the little stallion perched atop it. Her eyes drooped and her smirk returned. Raising to all fours, she dusted herself off, planks of woods and roofs falling from their tangles in her floof.

"So the little hero reveals himself!"

Shining waggled a hoof over the edge of the wall, not caring if he fell across, as the mare strode toward him—each of her steps, puncture, in a thud crashing across the world. Dust shook free from the wall and vibration shook stones loose from their slots. "Crazy mare! You've always done this! How many times have you destroyed my figurines before?"

Cadance stopped in her stroll as her muzzle tilted up; her half-lidded eyes narrowed into anger. "That depends! How many times did you let these games, back then, get in the way of us becoming closer together?"

Shining squinted his eyes despite her ability to see it. The monolithic mare stood in the distance, waiting, the only time, at this size, the two could speak eye to eye. "You're still fussed about that? You said you were okay with still playing these games after we started dating."

Cadance's hoof struck the ground in a rage flattening a hill beneath her sole. "Because I thought we'd become more romantic after that! Or I thought you'd be at least. Whole year of hints before we hit it off!"

"We hit it off!"

"Yeah—then things went back to normal."

Shining had thought they resolved this in the past but, like most things, was only locked away, that was until the past was unleashed in its connection to the present. Giant and horny was the mare before him. He was in danger for angry was the third element. "So I was a hopeless geek that struggled to show you affection. You dug that! Wasn't a need to keep losing boards and breaking figures!"

"It was cute at first, hon, but I expected you to overcome it!" Cadance was shimmering as she strode forward and, reaching the bank of the stream, swiped her hoof across it without restraint. It scooped the land like ice-cream and unfurled cannons of water into the castle wall. It shook beneath his hooves. "And it never went away! Always following rules and what you thought you were supposed to do! Why is it with you... that the mare always has to chase you down?"

But Shining was too busy leaning over the ledge to see the opened holes in the wall below. His muzzle flicked up to the distant beast. "Our old castle! That's it! The game's back on!"

Cadance chuckled as her muzzle turned and lifted. "Oh, that it is, little hero! After this? You can expect to spend a long, very long time keeping me happy. You'll be forced to be with me for the rest of the day. Maybe the lesson will sink in after that."

"Like heck it well—villain!" Shining backed from the edge and dashed to the ride to a cannon mounted on the stack of bricks. Wooden shelf to the side held the balls for it. Hoisting his forelegs around one, he lifted with his legs, fuelled by the dispute, depositing it in the open shell. "This noble paladin will defend his castle until his dying breath."

He cocked it into place.

"Which will be full of pheromones you'll drink in!"

Shining lit the fuse and covered his ears, turning away until the blast rocked the ground, a distant cry sounding. He stood back to see the wall of her chest in the distance, matted, in a spot, with grey soot. "Aw! That did hardly anything!"

"Did you shoot me? Oh darling." Cadance dabbed a hoof on the spot and wiped it clean. "You're getting crushed between my flanks for the rest of the time. Nice and hard squeezes and clenches aaalll throughout the night."

Shining went to load another ball into the ejected shell of the cannon but, as he did, Cadance's muzzle loomed near the wall. Her eyes stole the expanse and waited there as only those ponds could be seen. He loaded it in time to fire... gazing into the wells of violet.

"Your attacks won't do anything to me—unless you're willing to risk a shot to the eyes." Even though he couldn't see her muzzle below the edge of the wall, it was easy to envision their smile. "But you're not willing to do something like that. Are you, hon?"

Shining lifted the light to the fuse, going to make the kill... before his hoof dropped away. The next choice was to take a sword and leap onto the bridge of her snoot and strike between the eyes. But nothing that dared to hurt the mare could find itself in his heart.

"My little boy," Cadance eyes narrowed sweetly on him. "Maybe you show your love for me in little ways. But I always needed a bigger return than that. All those years of teasing and testing... but could never take the lead, could you?"

On the furthest reach on either sides of the wall, the massive tendrils of her hoof perched on the wall, crushing through towers to the spitting of their stones. Once levelled on the wall, the mare pulled her face away, always stealing his view of the distance. "This is where you fall, little hero."

Those hooves on the sides lifted into the air, slowly, before slamming down. Stones rocked as the platform shuddered from the instability. Seconds passed until her hooves did the same, again and again, starting the collapse of the wall.

"But don't you worry." Her muzzle scrunched together as he backed away. "I'll be sure to catch you somewhere nice when you do."

The wall freely spat dust and its foundations as it swung forward and back, portions collapsing as other sections followed, the whole thing wavering backward in its demise. Cadance smirked as she pursed her lips. "And then the big bad mare blew the whole castle down."

And the torrents of her blowing winds shot him flying backward and into the sky.

X | A Sunny NAT-20

~ X ~

A Sunny NAT-20

"Leaving us in the cold depths of this basement while you go off and join the guard... how could you ever do this to us, Shining?"

"Hey hey! I'll still make trips and we'll stuff our campaigns in 'em!"

"I'm more worried about his marefriend."

"She's okay with long distance."

"I mean about you and Princess Celestia."

"Me and Celestia? But there's—"

"We know about the stash, bro."

“Cadance?”

"If she knew, you'd be dead."

"She wouldn't care!"

"It's bad enough you don't shower her in love."

"I say the words!"

"Testing your luck on that one. That mare pampers you."

“And I...”

"Suck at returning affection? Your lack of romantic partners in campaigns already told us that."

"She doesn't mind!"

"She will after finding how close you'll be to Princess Celestia. Cadance so has a complex with that."

"Who has a complex with whom now?"

The door creaked open, and the stallions played dead.

Shining floated in a body of water as a gentle stream crashed behind him. He was gazing up while on his back for the first time. No roofs or walls or mares, but rather, the world above the board. That hazy and wooden ceiling replicating the expanse of space itself. Monolithic beams sprawling across the mahogany cosmos.

Everything blurred together but, if he squeezed his eyes real tight, a golden glint—much like a twinkling star—winked back at him. Calm waters matted the backside of his body, and his mane lazily floated on the surface.

Behind him, at the center of the fountain he'd fallen into, stood a statue of Princess Celestia in a charge. On the sides of the block beneath her, streams poured out, the calm splashing a whispering retreat into serenity.

Rising from the pool of water, it crashed from his body, all while he shook his head. "I wonder if it's too late to change the horn for some wings." Rolling over to his side, his hooves clattered into the water, stumbling in splashes. "That's what I get for pissing her off. Damn. Hate it when we fight.”

Shining threw himself over the edge of the fountain, falling onto his stomach on paved stone, this time, rising easier. Around him opened a deserted market, scattered with abandoned carts and broken stalls. Seconds of peace, ceased, at the tremors groaning beneath the ground.

"Shiny! Where are you? Shiny!" Her voice quaked across the sky but differently now. No rage tinged its tone. Only a sadness with a loathing set on itself. "Are you okay? Please tell me that you're okay! I was just playing along! I seriously thought you would have come next."

Shining turned around on the market square to the towering wall in the distance. Over its sprawl loomed Cadance's muzzle swinging around, moving across the play-set with ease, eyes searching for him. "I read those magazines of yours! You always like it when the mare is powerful and cheeky and teasing—but never cruel."

Her muzzle appeared before one of the spires and, placing an eye against the inch-tall window, looked around. She lowered in a frown, prodding her snout inside the miniature door—expanding its size as it cracked at the sides—and her voice echoed from within. "I was going to flick my groin through the wall and catch you with my underwear open! Maybe it would have been scary. Perhaps a step too far. But you like stuff like that... don't you?"

Shining gazed down at his forehooves as the titanic head of his wife searched across the castle wall looking for him. What had their fight been about anyway? Destroying his stuff? He cared more for her. Yet she had done so believing that not to be the case.

Something glinted to his right. Some sword laid on the ground, a blonde hilt to a golden blade, a great one that was solar on the eye. Shaking his head, he knew this had to end, a victory to be given to his wife's lust.

"Evil mare! What are you looking for? Your real foe is down below!" Shining cast his voice with all the power in his chest, a booming yell, much like her, travelling across the street and up the wall. There, her ears peaked, and her muzzle lifted. She blinked at him. "A fall could not conquer the greatest paladin to have ever lived! I harm you not... for my love still lives inside of you!"

Shining ducked over to the hilt in a twirl, snapping it between his jaw, staring back at the temptress. "You can destroy this castle and these homes and even the world itself! But nothing—and I mean nothing—can destroy my love for the beautiful princess!"

Cadance's muzzle froze in shock of his words. The cavern of her maw open to utter a word, anything, yet nothing left that sprawling tongue. Rather the lips closed in a smile, and her eyes did the same, diving behind her frizzled mane.

And they all opened again, they did so, in a craze.

"Such sweet words for final ones! But heroes talk more than they prove!" Her foreleg arched into the clouds and slammed down, slicing through the wall, spitting stones, until reaching the bottom. Her other leg did the same. "Let's see how the hero reacts to losing it all!"

Shining swung the blade over his back as its strap tightened around his neck. He watched the wall waver forward and back, the starting of collapse, a wave of bricks splashing outward in a rising crumble. Fogs of dust billowed and undulated outward as the mare bashed through the wall with her chest.

Her hoof rose and struck through the pillars, cutting their middles into collapse, material shooting over the world. Pieces became entangled in the frizz of her mane, changing her look, an incredible sense of sexiness Shining didn't know he craved.

The miniature stallion stood in the middle of the lane reaching to the wall, gazing outward, watching the pink hoof slammed onto the other side. It filled the road and the sidewalks and tore the fronts of buildings on its step down.

Another leg swung from the left through the wall, striking through houses bunched in a roll, their roofs crushed from the swing, explosions of plank blasted outward, fissures spanning the sides of homes, across the ground, a sweep of dust striking like harsh winds.

Nothing was safe from her towering legs as they strode through, ever slowly, crashing through the buildings and exposing their interiors, second floors missing as their fronts were left exposed. Items from the first house wound up scattered in the last one across its remains.

Something had caught Shining, adding legitimacy to his bravado. Some thick building laid at near the entrance of the wall and, on purposely having a foreleg swung through its center, a portion encased in glass to keep objects, everything within shot outward.

In the flying mass, there was a golden glint and, being besieged by that, Shining invented a plan.

Cadance came to a stop as her muzzle hovered directly above the stallion, the expanse of her barrel spanning like a blimp, an utterly massive mare before a teeny-tiny stallion. Her muzzle was tilted all the way down as she stared at him. Both grinned.

"So what's your plan with that sword?"

"It's going to help me defeat you."

"And how is it going to do that?"

"By doing this."

Shining turned away from the mare and, dashing to the right, dove into a tight alley-way. Behind him in the narrow space, the pink hoof loomed, twisting, joined from laughter above. He gazed forward to a four-way split ahead. As he was about to dash into the opening, the might of the pink hoof swung through, batting away the building and clearing the space—while warm winds touched his back.

"This isn't like the woods, Sweetie!" Shining watched the hoof loom on the other side of the passage, its flat-side exposed to him and, in intense seconds, start sweeping toward him. "I know exactly where you are. You won't be able to escape me here!"

Shining didn't bother to.

All he had to do was make it to the corner of the courtyard.

Cadance couldn't help but giggle in seeing the little mouse duck inside one of the houses, seeing him jump through its window into the next land. He shot forward, and her hoof crashed in front of him. Slamming into it, he backed a step, looking over his shoulder, seeing her other hoof poised for the catch.

He stood in place as he watched them both near. It was delicious to watch. Turned around, he found a little door and, banging into it, found it locked. He slammed into it, again and again, as the two hooves came in. Just as they slammed together, he slammed through, escaping into an alley-way.

"Cute little bugger!"

She watched him pass through the tight corners like a rat in a maze. Every so often, she clocked his direction and, waiting for the right moment, put her hoof in a corner. He's round the one before it only to see it—then see it slamming toward him. He'd dodged out of the way, of course, as it slammed into the building behind him.

Before it swiped to chase him again.

Cadance was giggling sweetly to herself in this game of cat and mouse they were playing. But then he reached a building taller and thicker than the rest, spanning multiple stories, something that couldn't be swiped. It raised to her ankle in terms of height.

"Bad move! Only one escape from there, my love." Cadance laid forward on her stomach, crushing the fountain and square beneath the immense softness of her belly. Her muzzle drew to the building, turning and squinting, a peer through the windows of the floors to catch him. "Shiny oh Shiny. Wherever could he be?"

Candace pressed the side of her face into the structure, ear perked and its top resting on the apartment's roof, listening for sounds. Rattling came of beating hooves somewhere down the middle. There'd been a squeak and slam of a door, following a clack on the wall, silence, broken from periodical panting.

The mare craned her neck around the corner of the building to a sheet of glass broader than the rest. She brushed against it, a single exhale consuming it in fog, forced to wipe a hoof around it. Gazing inward, she found him, her Shining, with his forehooves against the back wall, head hung, fighting to contain his panting.

We're SO not going to be able to watch dinosaur movies together after this.

Cadance took a moment to compose herself. It'd been the same way every time she'd caught a chance to mess with her love. Scaring him when he was still so weak and inexperienced had been the highlights of her youth. She always needed to prep herself. One to maintain a straight face and two... to not die of laughter.

With a head cleared and a chest calmed, she inhaled and exhaled, one two three, before charging into the glass. It splattered around her as the tightness of the room clung around her snoot. Furniture jumped from the impact of her protrusion. Just as the poor stallion turned from the wall, back and forehooves still pressed against it, Cadance roared inches before his face.

Her hooves clawing into the suit as well.

Shining screamed and cast his forelegs over his face, so easily scared into a state of utter adorableness. Cadance turned her head with a wink, doing it again, this time, with a cute prod of her hoof. He was still panting and she was still laughing.

Her mouth then opened as she tried to latch forth at him... only to feel the tightness of the room still hugging her. Her expression narrowed. She bucked her head in place, fighting to get free, fissures spreading across the room itself. Shining stood against the wall and, before she could bear any hopes of shushing him—he was already laughing.

"What's the matter, hon? Stuck?"

"You're about to be stuck in my throat in a second here, scaredy-cat."

"All part of my plan!"

"What?" She thrust back another time, still locked in place, forced to settle her chin on the floor. Her eyes lazily rolled over to him as he approached the side of her snout. He ran a hoof across her furs. "Peeing yourself?"

"Only a little!" he chuckled back on reaching the shattered window. "You always did all you could to scare or tease me back in the day. Figured now that we're back there... you'd attempt it again. Didn't think it was suspicious I'd go to such a big room with a window and with my back turned?"

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance while she pouted. "And that scream? That was real."

"Knew you'd come!" Shining came before her neck and the scattered swirls of mane, coming to hug a thick strand, wrapping himself around it like a fire-pole. "Just didn't know when you came was all! Giant muzzle of a mare breaking through your window? Guess I got a pretty good read on your sense of horror after all, didn't I?"

Cadance rolled her eyes. "You haven't seen anything yet, mister."

"Too bad I won't be around to see it!" He slid down her mane to the ground below her stuck form. "Catch ya later, Turned-but-Captured-Blushing-Beauty!"

Cadance could feel everything. How his body hugged and slid down her mane, the feeling of his pelting onto her leg. He was cheeky. Little strokes on her hoof and dodging, on feeling her lift it, trying to capture him to no avail.

Meanwhile inside the room, her muzzle laid flatly on the floor, her eyes narrowed on the wall. Frizzle mane floated over her face and she was forced to wait a few good seconds. Just enough time to ensure he was safe. Safely away, at least, from her destruction.

"Ready or not, Mare-Slayer." Cadance lifted her chin from the floor in the confined space, the rest of her body rising too. She stuck out her colossal rump and bobbed it around—most likely to his grandeur—as her forehooves pressed into the front of the building. "Because here I come!"

Her hooves crushed into the building as her head yanked free of it, spilling a swipe of debris from the whip, scattering desks and chairs over the streets. In her freedom high in the sky again, she danced around in a spot, regaining herself.

"Oh oh! I'm done playing games, mare-slayer!" Cadance feasted her gaze over the sweeping view of the courtyard, finding the walls narrowing to a corner, in which, a barn occupied. That white figure of her love stood before it along with something glinting from inside the building. "It's time you lived up to your name! You will lose and I will win! Give it up, love!"

Cadance stomped over to the farm without caring for the wooden fences or gates crushed beneath her hooves. She loomed over that barn, where the hero had retreated inside the darkness of. There would be no escape this time. "Come out, hero. You look so dashing and cute with that sword and look of determination. Allow me to see them again."

And her hero did come out from the darkness of the barn, but carrying something between his forehooves, a white block bigger than himself. It glinted gold on the surface with a stamp immediately familiar. Cadance lost her breath in searching her past for that sign.

Until it struck her mind.

"Wait! Shiny no!"

The die was tossed and cast between her forehooves, a limited edition sun-stamped item, one, on settling, had rolled a NAT 20. Above blinded a great light equally as large to them both. Out from the heavens came another.

Her.

XI | Bigger or Firmer

~ X ~

Bigger or Firmer

Shining stood pathetically tiny upon casting forth the die, cowering away from the mare with a foreleg shielding his eyes. Series of dull thuds cracked through the air as the tremors backed away too. Both giant mare and tiny stallion backed away, equally scared, muzzles tilted up to the blinding light.

Spreading shadows coalesced outward from Shiny as it darkened and deepened around him. In the blinding light, a waterfall of mane dashed through the air, a monolithic body crashing through, flipping, turning, breaking into the ground with grace.

Shining launched into the air with dust and pebbles and pieces of the board rising with him. Four towering pillars smashed into the ground and bent to lightened the impact, the might of the mare spanning well beyond his comprehension.

His back smacked into the ground and slid inches back. Shaking his head, there wasn't a need to shield his eyes. A golden glow spread over his form while debris pelted the shield. During the storm, his eyes wandered up, seeing the dim, white, sprawling underside of the smoothly fluffy barrel above.

Titanic wasn't a sufficient word and landscape was a poor metaphor. There was too much for a name to ever hope to describe it. The two pillars of legs were evenly spread ahead, a lane of road between then, each wrapped in brown straps, curving and connecting, all the way upward.

Shining swallowed at the canopy of the ceiling as it arched higher. Peering over his shoulder, there were hind legs in the distance, soaring ever upward, thickening into the masses of thighs. An expanse of a skirt draped over them and, in the space in-between, a strip of white silk consumed the private place on the princess, for which, no guard, regardless of rank, was granted access.

He looked forward and saw her legs doing the same, coming into a stance with her body over him, the princess of the lands consuming the situation. From the underside of her muzzle, he caught the edge of a smirk.

"So the filly and the colt are playing together once more... cute." Princess Celestia swayed her mane, a pouring stream of densely strand washing down her neck. It filled the area with ease. "But whatever will they do when a mare enters the scenario? Alas! What is a player without her character?"

Shining through, between the ivory legs, the distant pink ones of his love, slowly, backing away. Never had they beat a retreat. That, and never a shiver quaked through their mass. Even though he wasn't to talk, Shining, seeing his wife from behind the might of Celestia... couldn't help but feel she was rather small in his eyes.

Princess Celestia truly was that gigantic.

"Behold, oh righteous paladin, the terrific might of your holy deity!" One of the large hooves arched into the air and pressed into the landscape of chest above. Shivers of realization struck the giant. Seconds later the great neck arched downward and, in the canvas of space between those legs, the upside-down muzzle of Celestia swallowed the breach. "Greetings to you, brave knight. Tis not often that it is I fighting for you.”

Shining coughed as he pushed himself onto all fours beneath the mare—smiling the best he could. "Good to see you again too. Uh, should I—"

"Forget the bow and the courtesy my lovely stallion." Fissures tensed and cracked across the floor from a source so very far. Something about another mare saying my stallion to him didn't sit well with Cadance. "This entire scenario is to blow off steam, no? Surely all decency was lost with that little gaze up my skirt."

Shining's jaw moved and produced zero words.

"Don't you fret." Celestia smiled. "Loyalty expresses its love in various ways."

"Ah-hmm!"

Princess Celestia's head inched to the left, revealing the space but, afar, Cadance had dropped her head. She glared through his skin. "Enjoying yourself there, little hero?"

Shining felt the need to raise his forelegs in surrender.

"So you are the foe bullying my previous knight around! This simply isn't allowed to stand!" Princess Celestia arched into the air and, with a sun materializing around the tip of her horn, awash the scene in magic. "Tempting my knight with your tricks! Yet none of them have borne any success."

Cadance pouted as the mares stood face to face—except she had to crane her neck back. "Not my fault! I offered my little lover he could ever want."

Princess Celestia bore a sly smile. "Perhaps there wasn't enough there to offer?"

"Hey! How are you—"

There was a flash blinding all and, as the two blinked its intensity away, the two were left alone. Both of them looked sideways in search before settling on the other. Before confusion could settle, a force tore into existence above, a looming mass above the giant mare.

Cadance glanced up and over her shoulder seconds too late.

Princess Celestia grinned as the might of her body crashed down on the smaller mare, knocking her to the floor in a gigantic boom born of their joint weight, a rippling of air and tearing of ground, everything within the impact set to destruct.

Shining Armor watched the spreading dome of destruction and, seconds before it would have been too late, cast a shield over himself. Sweeping currents knocked him back in the dome, but it kept, the shock wave thick enough to see spreading around him.

The wave crashed through the city and houses exploded on its content, billowing upward in the splattering of planks and the interior of homes, things grounded into dust and spread over the air. Clock towers were sliced across their center, falling and crashing into the streets, shattering on impact, wiped to particles from the passing wave cutting through.

The reset of their world.

The curved and sky-reaching walls, the one encompassing the kingdom itself, suffered its fatal blow. Currents blasted and tore through their bases, the towering collection of bricks tilting and leaning forward, stone reduce to bamboo as it collapsed forward. Seas of blocks washed over the grassy terrain and pelted across the expanse with material reaching further across.

And the final shock-wave, manifested from the collection of hips before him, utterly gigantic and thumping into the other, the one below fighting to escape upward, the one above crashing downward to contain that broad rump... striking earthquakes that shattered the remains of the kingdom.

Shining laid back on the wall of his dome, a hoof pressed into his chest, all to repress the beatings of his heart. Around him swept the remains of the kingdom pave flat from little humps of two lovely mares. Buildings shattered and lazily laid on the streets. Remaining debris whispered the former existence of the courtyard.

No walls stood on the curve of the horizon. Nothing to block or divide the inside from the out. Instead everything opened into fields of crass littered with stones and wood and other such things. Finding his heart returning to a regular tempo, Shining swallowed, looking over his shoulder to the distance in the left.

Cadance's rump absolutely dominatedhis vision as it sprawled in and out of its sides. Her uvula laid and compressed on the ground, its bottom curved upward, those lips shifting the fabric. Colossal flanks wobbled. Pink. Quivers of jiggles met by heavy jostles to those contained cheeks.

Never had Shiny been glad to be so small before.

There was a final flicker to his horn. Around him, the dome thinned into nothingness as the outside flushed in. Immediate was the warmth. A heated caress through his coat. Her taste of rich strawberries stung in his snout. It beckoned him it toward the sloped cavern of its origin.

Another rump crashed down into the expanse and the tension tore across the ground. The impact blasted Shining back a step as white globes washed over the pink ones. They weighed over twice the side, their jostle quaking the ground in every successful drop, each one breaking ripples over the pink cheeks they laid over.

"The evil temptress has been pinned! Began thou's journey across our heavenly rumps to strike the final blow!" Princess Celestia's muzzle blurred in the great distance, well beyond the span of the sides of their bodies. Grinning, she shook her hips, both of their derrieres wobbling to the motion. "Beware not to tarry! Thou may sinketh in softness otherwise!"

Cadance's head tilted and lifted to glare at Celestia's. "Hey! Are you trying to subtly imply you have a bigger butt than me?"

"Truth hardly requires implications, my niece." Celestia dropped the underside of her muzzle on the top of Cadance's head, easily pinning it to the ground, laying over it, comfortably. "Take solace in your firmness! Or perhaps your love prefers being lost in an undulating sea of wobbly marshmallow?"

"Ack! Are you locking your thighs to show the bigger pair?"

"I'm proud of your acceptance on these matters of feminine delight."

"Just you watch!" Cadance beat her body upward, failing, still trapped underneath the draped might. "I haven't accepted anything yet!"

Shining had been so memorized in watching the pair of asses before him, rising and dropping and crashing into each other, seeing panties flex and shift over violet lands, another kind high above, covering only a sacred spot. His preference was a mystery.

Cadance wore tight panties to accentuate and supplement her qualities.

Celestia was big enough to go bare in her assets.

But then he shook his head. "My fair goddesses! I simply must decline your offer! Despite the greatness of your... er, I love my wife!"

Cadance's muzzle laid flatly on the ground to the side. Her one eye fixated on him, giving it a roll, loose strands of mane falling over it. With a scoff, her hooves press into the ground and, concreted on a single push—launched the bigger mare off from her frame.

Stallions didn't see their destiny often. The poor knight stood still as his head craned back, unable to see the sky for it had turned to white, silky divide between those globes. Mountainous flanks descended upon him. Dark was the shadow of the bright coat.

Shining had been standing on the ground and, a blink later, the expanse had been swallowed by the massive butt crashing over the lands. It consumed every inch of the sector and nothing could be made from beneath. As the white softness flattened over the floor with its density—there was a hint of a jiggle.

It came from the thickest swell of the left cheek, a tick causing the princess to twitch, a shake of the rear not intended—a delightful smothering to the one beneath. Shining couldn't see anything but white above and around him. Softness didn't so much crush him as it did so around him. He'd found a little pocket in the delight fat, warm and toasty, tasting strangely of licorice.

But then the derriere collapsed further onto him as the mare sat proper. He could feel the twitches quaking throughout her titanic frame. Crushed by immense softness, he laid with a cheek turned, sinking ever deeper into the tush.

One any other stallion would have killed to be smothered by.

"Oh dear," that voice boomed across her body like an echo inside a submarine. He could even feel the flick of her head, that muzzle settling before her flanks, the ones rolled over and crushing him. At least it was pleasant. "B-Brave knight! Keep still! Your tickles are... c-causing troubles in saving you from the recent collapse."

The collapse of ass.

Shining was faintly aware he was rising but without doing anything. His body sunk into the softness and his limbs had been splayed out from each other. He tried to lift his chin from the roll of the hill, unable, a sticking he couldn't break.

His hooves pressed into the surface only to impress into it. Planes of white softness curved above and below. Heated and smooth with its furs. Growing a look of determination, he wiggled, rippling series of jiggles across the swell of the tush.

"Are we having issues freeing ourselves from the mighty derriere, Shiny?" His muzzle broke free of the surface, the rest of his body still stuck, but that allowed him to look right. Beyond the alabaster curve to the right opened the rest of the world. Which, in the distance, held Cadance's titanic muzzle. "Must admit I'm a touch jealous seeing you that stuck to... Celestia's assets. But I suppose I can see the appeal. Rather cute seeing you trying to break free."

Shining forced his forehooves into the depths of the squish, pushing, trying to unstick his chest from the jiggling mass. "Not... funny!"

Cadance closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. "Guess my butt wasn't good enough for you then? Think of all the fun we could have had! Maybe you didn't get over your crush on Celestia after all."

Shining kept fighting. "It isn't like that!"

Cadance answered that response by turning and flapping her wings, twirling through the air in a mighty flap, her skyscraper body landing on the horizon. Her hooves smashed on a series of homes out in the fields. Leaning forward, her head lowered, eyes glinting. "Guess you'll have to prove who you like more! So the two of you—bring it on!"

Shining tried pushing the wobbly cheek to fail in his finally grunt. He crashed back into it, which swallowed and jiggled away his impact, letting him rest. Something wrapped around his body seconds later. Ever so slowly, it peeled him free, the wingtip removing him.

He wrapped himself around the tip as it sliced across the sky, warm currents cutting across him. The distant mass of Celestia's head approached, the back of it growing closer, her muzzle turning to greet him. "I sincerely hope you're ready for the final fight, captain."

The side of her face spanned greeted than any ship and her mane flowed greater than any sea. Feeling himself being lifted, the stallion watched his ascent to the perked ear. Placed at its entrance, he hung from its side as a sailor would from the mast.

"The pilot seat, captain." Celestia's wing pulled below and to the side of her body. Her muzzle loomed downward and to his left. That gigantic eye winked—before looking forward. "We face a jealous mare whose lust feels unloved. Have you learned the lesson of my intent on having you two return?"

Shining chuckled. "Just because time goes on... doesn't mean things become resolved."

"And what do you have to resolve with this mare?"

"Not chasing her as much as she chased me."

"Good boy."

XII | Roll for Her

~ XII ~

Roll for Her

Cadance felt elated and dejected simultaneously while reading her charge. There'd been a change in mood. Everything had been done to enjoy her Shiny in a way he always desired. But in returning to the past... wounds from there had returned. Seeing a tiny Shiny riding that giant ear was comical and cute.

But seeing her love carried by another mare didn't feel right. The view behind them wasn't helpful. The ground bearing the weight of their rears possessed their imprints. The wiggling mass of Celestia's ass left a heart-shape crater in the land—it's size, gigantic, even to Cadance.

Cadance's impression laid next to it. Shapely but modest. Its firmness was felt on the eye—but Celestia was just so drastically big. Smugness had been her character in this game. But seeing her love on a bigger mare... caused it to be a lost quality.

But she wouldn't be taken down so easily.

The two mares reached each other at the center of the town, both of them raising onto their hind legs, their glare never breaking. Seconds passed until their forehooves crashed together, the force keeping the other up, but, as they fought, Celestia rose higher, grinned bigger, exerted greater power.

And her Shining hung from the ear, holding on as he shook around, barking orders inside of that ear. They worked together that quickly? A team devoted to taking her down with ease? Cadance shook her muzzle without it clearing her mind. That was full of how her stallion was stuck to that gigantic rump—needing to be peeled off.

Was she big enough, down there, to do the same to him?

"You lost your focus." Cadance shivered at hearing those words. Celestia's muzzle was above at whispering those words and, leaning in down to her ear, whispered something again. "Keep this up, my niece, and you'll lose him to me again."

Cadance's eyes widened as they shot over Celestia's head. Shining was still barking orders to take her down. Both of their titanic bodies were crashing, forehooves spanning great bridges pushing against the other. With a groan, she pushed forward, set to reclaim him.

"Not your luck."

"Ack!"

The pressure superseded her muscles as the larger mare forced her to the ground. Her back crashed against the lane of homes as they flattened beneath the expanse of her back. Her rump knocked the field, sinking into it, wiggling left and right, attempting freedom.

Until a mass crashed across her barrel and hindquarters, forcing and locking them to the ground, that gigantic ass settling over her own again. Celestia's flanks doubled the size of her own. Cadance could feel her globes flattening underneath the pressure and her underwear digging into the cleft of her ass. Her crotch bulged against the fabric as titanic thighs slid over her own.

Cadance wiggled and struggled and fought, wanting to scream and shout and cry, something of the like to end the terribleness of the night. But she kept huffing and fighting, waiting for a call, a move to change everything.

Shining stood at the cave of the ear in waiting for the wingtip to appear. It came in a glide over it and, knowing there'd be no stops, dashed toward and leapt out from the ear. He soared across the air and caught the tip, clutching himself around it, riding its shooting thrust across the sides of their body. White over pink and spanning miles into the horizon.

"I have her pinned." The tip rounded the corner of the gigantic butts stacked on top of the other, pink upside down; white was normal. Their crotches expanded against their underwear and teased to the delights that hid underneath. "Climb aboard, captain."

The wingtip brought him close to the joint crotches. Both of them laid together, one over the other, shifting and rubbing, a smell between them developing. Warmth transitioned to heat in the air as the colossal stretches of underwear spanned overhead and down below. Curves of fabric looming everywhere.

There came huffing from far beyond. "Don't even think about it!"

Shining knew what had to be done as the wing passed over the slope of the bottom crotch. Taking the risk, he fell from its height, soaring a few feet, landing in the divot of the swollen vulva. He sunk between the thick lips, the silk flexing as he fell inches in, saving him, dampness licking across his coat.

Without missing a beat, he rose to his legs, shaking his head, gauging his surroundings. High above loomed the titanic behind of the princess, white silk over her crotch, the rest of the expanse, the worlds of her globes fully exposed. They spanned farther than his eye could see.

But he tried to not pay that too much mind. Looking forward was where the above crotch arched into the one he stood on. Shifting and rubbing together. The crashing of fabric joined by the meshing of velvet lips. It was time to end this.

"What are you doing back there!"

Shining did his best to ignore the voice as he beat forward. The sloped ceiling narrowed into flatness, the ground wobbling beneath his steps, the fabric and lips quivering to the shifting of the distant hips. The lane soon closed into a slip between the crotches and, getting to his knees, he crawled through, crashed and rolled around by the gigantic privates of the wrestling mares.

"Mmmhmmm! S-Shiny! Why... why are you even bothering with me?" Cadance's voice vibrated through the grounding, which grabbed at him, swallowing through the underwear, attempting to take what it could. She desired it and him, and yet, believe he thought otherwise. "You have your chance to enjoy Celestia herself! I've... I've seen how looking at her puts you in a daze; I like her too. Hard to be a Princess of Love and not feel the attraction."

Shining beat himself as he crawled through the grinding mass of groins, washed over by waves of fabric, sinking into the plushness of lips, always fighting forward, all to finally reach her. In reaching the waistband of the panties, he could stand a bit better, walking across the pink fuzz, raising the ceiling of white the best he could.

"You always left me so confused about what you wanted back then," Cadance continued as her struggles were dying. "It was like you wanted to be with me but thought you couldn't. Even when we were dating... I had to make so many moves. I was convinced you loved me underneath it all. But I... I..."

Shining crossed the joined bellies and cut his way to the chests. Both of their fluffs, white and pink, mixed together. But he charged through the crop of cotton, dashing and sliding, reaching the other side. In the opening ahead, the throat of his love appeared, her chin just above.

"I could tease and fool around with you endlessly but, when it came to the matters that counted, I was unsure what it was you really wanted." Her voice seemed to be giving up as a sigh broke across the terrain. He crawled up the curve of the throat to reach her jaw. "Leaving me to join the guard. The way you'd talk about Celestia. Even just before when you gave me up to follow some rules... you left me so terribly confused."

Shining's forehooves threw over the jaw and his legs kicked at its underside. He rolled himself over, taking a breather on the pink land. He inched behind him, seeing the muzzle above, the lips there, and the turned eyes beyond that.

Turning back onto his stomach and returning to his hooves, he approached the sprawling expanse of those lips. His eyes flicked to the sword on the back. The one meant to finish this fight once and for all. He took it off to Cadance's earned glance.

With a sigh, her eyes closed, and she awaited his victory.

And Celestia watched with her muzzle still high above.

"I was so insecure when I first met you." Shining felt her eyes flash on him as his muzzle flicked downward. "Of course it was love at first sight. But I knew... simply because of how perfect you were—I'd never stand a chance. Berate myself for thinking of you like that. Didn't deserve you even in a fantasy."

He swallowed and lifted himself, gazing into her large eyes, not backing away. "I never got the hints or the cues because I thought they were too good to be true. You had to keep chasing me because I was too afraid to admit what I wanted. If we kept to being friends who happened to play games together... then there was no shame in having that."

Shining held up the sword that would win him the game and, in smirking at it, tossed it to the side. "It's like how I told you all those years ago. These are the types of games we win together. Both of us lose if only one wins."

He trotted up to those lips that were bunching together, sensing him, but unsure of what he would do. "You had to do so much for me because I couldn't believe you liked me. So much that you started to think I didn't like you back. Instead of doing what I wanted, I did what I thought I was supposed to do. Keeping to the rules is a safe way to live."

He then shook his head. "But it's not worth it if it hurts you. I wanted nothing but the best for you, and yet, I didn't make you feel like that. What I wanted another stallion to make you feel.. what was what I should have been doing all along. I have to be that stallion. Sometimes I forget to be that stallion. And I'm sorry for that, Cadance."

Shining stepped forward and fell onto those lips, which pursued and caught his fall, kissing him back. Soft and fuzzy and warm, working and washing over him, all while he did the same, returning that gigantic love, doubled, regardless of their size difference.

The ground below him warmed as a blush spread across the field, the return of Blushing Beauty. Seconds after their lip-lock broke, the tip of her tongue poked out, a tiny lick on the cheek. He batted it away, laughing. "I love ya, Cadance."

Cadance smiled back at him. "I love you too, Shiny... b-but... what about Celestia?"

Shining chuckled as he turned around, facing up, gazing at the monolithic muzzle hovering in the sky. "Can't deny she's a knock-out—all respect intended—and you were right about my crush. But even when she knocked me into a daze... all I could do inside of then... was think about you."

He smirked. "I might like Celestia, but I love you, Cadance."

"That so?"

"Plus... bigger is nice... but... firmer is better in my opinion."

Her lips lurched forward, behind him, consuming his back in a quick smooch. "That's my boy."

Shining laughed at the contact before stepping forward from it. Gazing to the princess above, a hot blush consumed his cheeks, aware of the absurdity of his words. But seeing as how the grave had been dug this deep. "Princess Celestia... thank you for getting us together like this. But before you leave us—could you do me a final favour?"

She bowed her muzzle from above. "Whatever do I owe to my most loyal paladin?"

Shining coughed his next verse. "Could you hold out the waistband of Cadance's underwear for me?"

Princess Celestia smirked as she clambered off the younger mare, knowing the two had connected in their past, resolving the issues that lingered in the background. Sliding off the body of the mare, she kept right on it and, deciding to be naughty, dove her teeth to the brim of the panties.

She tugged it out and up, exposing the darkness of the interior, which the tiny stallion strode before. He stopped at the entrance to the prison of silk, offering a final salute, before strolling into the musky confines.

The snap of elastic followed seconds afterward, trapping him within, a bugle appearing on the fabric, wiggling downward, all to the distant moans of Cadance. Celestia rose and strode away with a smile. Reaching the door, she wondered what Luna might be up to but, before leaving, offered a final glance to the filly touching herself silly on the floor.

"Happy Hearts and Hooves to you two."

Cadance didn't bother with the response as she fully laid back on the ground, spreading her legs wide as the panties became tighter, a wiggling to her spine, the surge of pleasure coming from inside that underwear. Those years of chasing and craving her love, found now, in his monumental effort to get her off.

Princess Celestia teleported away as the lovebirds had their fun.

Test | Roll for Courage

~ Test ~

Roll for Courage

Light blinded from above, a brilliant and slow rotation, one ignited in an incomprehensible degree. Inch tall and staggering back from the solar flare. His step was matched by the mare. That beam of pink swaying backward in a curve through the air, its subtle crash now an earthquake, the light BOOM! followed by the tittering of objects and creaking from houses.

Light winds cast as the massive hoof settled in place.

Tiny and giant.

Immersed in the sky and the light, the two binding, side by side, in the manifestation of her.

Unfathomable. Shining had never felt so insignificant in his life. Like a mote of dust collapsing into itself. He wished to disappear in seeing the monolithic cocoon, one encased in glass born of glimmering sunlight, an even greater brightness emerging as whiteness seeped through the magical current of the form.

Until the milky way of solar energy imploded out of existence.

He'd cast a foreleg over his eyes with a turned head to avoid being without eyes for life. In feeling the heat transition to warmth on his fetlocks, the leg slowly lowered, it tapping the ground as he turned back around. There he was forced to gaze up.

Like an insect does before a towering goddess.

There were no words able to compare to her form. Rather the goddess descended from the sky. She was a country unto herself. Towering tufts on her chest, born from a snowy and silky forest, peeked in-between the broad wraps of her silken robe. It rubbed into her, teasing into the dim fields underneath, sprawling furs bunched and flattened, rolled beneath her outfit.

Something brushed into his shoulder. He broke from a trance with a shake of the head to feel his body wobbled around. Swarms of ponies surrounding him, flooding toward the light, delighted by its warmth, arriving in its spread.

Even the former predator of a princess was forced to readjust. Shining looked to the left to see the bottom of his wife's hooves, each stepping in place, lightly, to avoid stepping on the floods of citizens passing underneath her. Around her soles and underneath her barrel. Dashing toward the other greater than her stature.

And the flick of her tail might have sent a few dashing through the air and over the towering walls of the zone.

Shining returned his focus to the mane, feeling his gaze ascend the giantess, it stolen inside the seismic length of her prismatic mane. Waterfalls of colours washed across the curves of her flowing hair, each hue deliciously vibrant, feeling as though one could swim within it. Half of the mare's face loomed in intoxicating secrecy behind it. Only her snout peeked through it. Wrinkled in mirth done with a calming smirk.

His sight lowered to the vast and curved lake of worshipping ponies, all reared onto their back legs, a stance keeping straight, forelegs arched into the air as if to possess the image of the sun in their meagre hold.

And their wish became granted once the shade had come.

Shining reached out a hoof but couldn't open his mouth in time, same to the pink and unseen giant next to him, her immense hoof inched in a raise forward. Over the crowd of ponies appeared two domes of approaching shades, each darkening as their view of the sky was removed, replaced by the underside to the padding of sandals.

Those on the rim lost their expressions to shock. Seeing over the edge of the hoof to the foreleg seeming to climb, a sloped and vertical plain, forever into the blurry sky. Straps were cast around the flesh, wrapped and tightly so, the divisions of leather marking the different fields.

Then the levitation aiding the goddess ceased.

Nothing could prepare the citizens for the crashing of the feminine monstrosity. Hooves crashing and blasting land and dirty and spinsters and wood beneath the craters they created. The boom was a shock wave quaking the world, rocking the room, even the violet beauty forced into a stumble—the side of her ankles swinging into the left, through the front of a barn, setting the structure into a collapse. It leaned into the impact, its base bending beneath its weight, the second floor, starting to rain, its flooring now falling into a heap of planks collecting at the still and uncaring hoof.

The roof tilted left from the lack of support, falling and pelting the floor, a cloud of dust billowing up.

Shining spread his hooves to maintain balance as the world groaned in bearing untold weights. Soon the booms had faded into the distances and the shivers lightened across the ground. Keeping the stance, he looked forward, across the sprawling land, seeing ahead... the bottom of clad hooves.

They twisted in the ground. Half of a fishing hut stood to the left of her hoof. But as it turned, though, the tap of furs toppled the building into itself. And it did so without her knowing. Shining lowered further in feeling a shadow cast over him. Slowly raising his head to the sky, he was forced to look higher, seeing, the cliff of dim ivory.

“Found you.”

The words lengthened the goddess smirk as her hoof rose into the air. Shining backed a few steps in watching the smooth column's trajectory. There'd been a lake in the middle of the town, vast and round and the reasoning for the building erected around it. Boats rested in the middle of the waters. Shore would have been a blur to them.

The hoof fell with terminal velocity into the water, breaking the surface in a violent crash of rising tidal waves, each arching into the sky before rolling down in sweeping across the land in a smack. The hoof dug into the basin as its greatness disappeared within seconds into it. That was the rim of the sandal descended beneath the edge.

Shining's head repeatedly twitched in its turning. Both sides of the lake saw water rushing through the streets, plucking wood and carts, the remains of buildings and those remaining, carrying deep into the districts of the town he could no longer see.

And that hoof ahead. It rested in the slot crafted for it. Before it had been a deep lake for ponies to swim and fish. Now it's width and depth encompassed the titanic hoof, the shore wrapped around it, a hug from the natural landscape.

Even then it did not stay long. The hoof rose out from the slot and nothing remained but hollowness in its place. The hoof strode toward him, the other by its side, slowly and timed, the blurry beams of her blacklegs a touch before the horizon.

And he was caught by them. Leather ascending higher as the platform of her hind legs raised and thickened into the volume of plushness that were titanic thighs. Abundant flesh tightly squeezed with deliciously swelling in the gaps between the wraps. Nothing hid the mare as the robe was short to her barrel.

The giantess strode closer and every step was a clap into the landscape. Everything was exposed to him. The underside of her barrel feeling like a lane to the greatest track ever invented. Beyond them loomed the inner thighs to the goddess.

They wobbled in every step to the giantess. Immensities of incalculable weight rippled by the force of her step, waves of a blizzard jostled up and smacked down, a series of jiggles before the flesh settled. Each of them teased in their inward curves to the underside of the flanks above, thickened stacked on thickness, able to crash a castle in having one tucked there.

And the valley between them, deliciously narrowed, but in space teased, sprawling delicates bulged underneath the thin and silken cloth guarding the spot. Outlines rubbed into the article, it pushed out in different ways, everything shifting to the swaying of overhead hips.

Those flanks twitched up and slammed down, wobbling around, easily, in the saunter. Mountains bore no compassion and the volume of their squish was destructive in spite of their softness. Cities able to be crushed beneath the immensity of heated and compressed dough.

What a way it would be to go.

That thought so much more real.

As the two ranges sunk before him.

The mare couldn't have known. Half a windmill caught beneath her hoof, stuck, more pressure being applied. The wood creaked and snapped and flattened as the overhead leg settled, that force shooting through the fan, it blurring in rounding speed, shooting off, an outward fly into the distance.

Shining craned his neck all the way back to still fail in looking up at the mare, the curve of her chest blocking view to the rest of her, everything about her underside exposed. He stepped back only to trip, forced to lie on the ground to see up to his goddess, the enormity of muzzle caught in sweet laughter.

“Here.”

Nothing could explain the bridges of bones inside the monumental wing unfurling to the side, covering the sky in its slant expanse, its curve able to rest around the globe of the world. Down from the heavens came wingtips. Hills of roundness softened by fuzz and feathers. It slid underneath his body, Shining instinctively clinging to it, feeling the slices of wind as he ascended, high into the sky, the side of the mare always the backdrop in the distance.

Shining's stomach lurched in being brought onto the muzzle of the giantess. Celestia's eyes were ponds of vibrant rose as each set on him. With a smile, the mare tucked him in close, allowing his hooves to tap on the top of her snoot—until letting him stand there for a moment.

“Hero.” Shining gasped as he was rocked around, the grounding lifting and dropping to her voice, even the syllables vibrating through the hardness beneath the coat. “You called for Solar Goddess's aid?”

Shining swallowed and nodded slowly. It was hard to speak. Especially to one such as Celestia. Cosmic in her proportions and composed in every way possible. Above loomed her arched-eyebrow reminiscent of a drawbridge. Vast amounts of skin pushed in a way to radiate confidence and allure. Standing before all of that, on her nose and at an inch tall... called for a great summoning of courage.

“Y-Yes! Aid me and my life is yours! Help me return beauty to the twisted lewdness you see behind you!” His words weren't meant to spark action, but at once, the long muzzle turned into a spin. Shining dropped to his barrel and clung to the snout, seeing over its curve to the beyond, the distance ceasing to blur from the turn. “E-Er! Um!”

Behind him passed over the gaze of the eyes; both gazed over the side of the goddess to the other afar mare. Cadance stood in the remains of the barn awestruck. Drunken blush over her features with shrunken eyes settled on the perfection of a derriere. Even its heaviness and thick curvature captured the evil mare.

When her muzzle flicked up, however, so too did her blush rise to its tip. She locked to the duo looking at her. Goddess with the boy clung to her snout. Both had caught her in the act and she'd froze for it. Unable to speak with eyes flicking left and right for a means of escape.

Everybody checked out auntie.

“Very well.” Celestia's voice vibrated underneath him as her muzzle dipped, his body sliding, over the edge into a descent—caught by a rising wingtip. It arched over the left of her frame, over the cast of her mane to the ear exposed, towering before the start of a ponytail. “I do believe I have the tools to defeat this threat.”

Celestia gave a shake of her hindquarters, all drawn back to the motion, seeing how easily they wobbled, sliding into the other, the tease of their weight caught in their jostle. Dangerous were those objects and powerful were their presence. Able to command all in the threat of their existence.

The wingtip lifted into the sky during its trek toward the ear. Its cave laid exposed to him, fluffy and seeing humid, a special place to be. He leapt as he was close enough, rolling across the slope of furs, a few steps to reach the inner-rim of the ear.

From there he grabbed the film of it, holding and hanging out from it, pointing a foreleg forward, aimed at this wife. Now the commander of a ship, that which was another mare, he felt confident in the final fight of the night.

“Chaaaarge!”

“As you wish, captain.”

Prologue | Games Once Played

Roll for Her
B_25 & NC Mares

Memories hurt in their own pleasant way, prompting a sigh from Cadance as she cleaned her old room. Her wing carried a duster that swiped layers of dust off an ancient bookcase. Cubed aisles loomed behind her filled with aging boxes.

Cadance lifted a hoof and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Auntie, is there a reason you needed our old stuff cleaned out now?" Cadance whispered as the duster ran over a series of high-school yearbooks. "Suppose it's time me and Shiny get it all out anyway…”

She blinked and cocked her head. Had she called him Shiny? Playing the part of a real-life princess meant ditching cute nicknames long ago. When had she called him that last? She couldn’t remember.

Cadance glanced with vague familiarity up to the next shelf. Numerous boxes were wasting away under generous films of dust, polished mahogany and gold accents peeking from beneath the grime.

"It can't be..." She smiled in disbelief and let the duster clatter to the ground as a host of memories welled up. "That poor boy. That helpless, geeky, adorable boy."

Cadance's wing reached over the edge of the shelf and she gripped the bottom-most corners of a box. She slid it free and sat atop a nearby stool, letting her mind’s eye wander back to when she first saw it.

That first night.

"You'll love this one, Cadance! C'mon. Check all of this out!"

"Shiny! Easy on the hoof—w-whaaat is all of this?"

"Get a load of this table! Can you believe the cafeteria was just going to toss it? I washed and cleaned it well enough; it's perfect!"

“Sure, but, what’s on the table?”

"Oh, duh. The board! This is the game! My favorite game! Remember, I told you about the one me and my friends play all the time? Don't worry, it's not as complicated as it looks. You remember, right?"

No.

"Of course! So we're going to play this board game on this table?"

“Hey; checkers is a board game. O&O is special! And it's better than playing on the floor. Trust me, we had to in my basement for a while."

“...Shining, dear?”

“Yes?”

"When you said you wanted to play a game with me on top of a table..."

“Yeah?”

"And then pulled me into a dark hallway into this abandoned room where we can be all alone..."

“Uh-huh?”

Look at that smile. A sweet, naive geek; inside and out.

"You know what? Nevermind." She shook her head and smiled. "How do we play?"

Cadance set the box on the ground. She'd heard of Ogres and Oubliettes, sure, but only when her former "friends" had been making fun of the ponies that played it. Never in a million years did she think she'd be one of them!

After Shining Armor stole her heart from atop his float in the Fall Formal Parade, however, she was smitten. No longer did she desire the big, strong polo star Buck Withers so she could look good in front of Auntie and the other nobles.

Shining Armor was her stallion and she'd do anything for him; even give this incredibly geeky game an honest shot. Now that she remembered, he did finally take that hint...

"I don't play games only with you." A hoof ran over his face as he arranged the game pieces, focused downward. He was sweating and seemed embarrassed. "A-and when it comes to -ahem- other games on tables... I’ll have you know I'm actually a real slayer!"

"A slayer, huh?"

"You betcha!"

"And just how many other mares have you been with, Shiny?'

“Er, what now?”

"When you're not too busy rolling dice... just how many different beds are you rolling in?"

"Countless!"

"Because the number is zero?"

"Cadance! It's not exactly like that! It's… exactly like that." He huffed in defeat. "Okay, you got me."

"Did I now?"

"I'm a slayer of goblins and demons! Not mares." A chill seemed to run down his spine. "Dear Celestia; you're going to tell your friends about this, aren't you?"

“Maybe!”

"Can you please—and I'll do whatever you tell me—not say I was an outright loser?"

"Well, it depends..."

"O-On what? Do I... have to kiss your hooves?"

"Don't tempt me, sweetie. Now, back to business! Tell about these stat-sheets, brave mare-slayer."

Turns out the game was far more fun than Cadance could have imagined—and not just because she was playing it alongside her true love. The Crown Princess became the fifth member of Shining's party, much to his friends' surprise and suspicion.

Cadance opened the top-most box to reveal a collection of velvet sacks. Each contained miniature trees, buildings, figures and dice exquisitely hoof-crafted by some of the kingdom's finest artisans. Shining's friends whole-heartedly welcomed her aboard after that! They shared many incredible adventures together in the castle’s basement, but her favourite ones were between just her and Shining Armor...

"You brought your own figures, Cadance?"

"That's 'The Blushing Beauty of the Frozen North' to you, Mare-Slayer."

"Do I have to use that name?"

"Of course not, but I think it suits you."

He's so cute when he blushes like that…

"So, what's with the castle?"

"This? It's a toy from when I was a filly. The real one is still being sculpted."

"I thought alicorns are young forever?"

"Hey, pay attention or else I'll make you kiss my hoof again."

“Carry on!”

"Now, when I was young I used to play with my dollies I would pretend to be the princess of this very castle. It was... a favourite fantasy of mine. Not all that different from O&O, right?"

"Uh, tons different! We are not playing with dolls; that would be ridiculous."

"Ah yes, of course. The point is I have a soft spot for this sort of campaign and decided to bring this for terrain. You still get to play as the heroic knight but I get to be the princess!"

"That... actually sounds like a lot of fun, yeah! You're my princess, game or not, and I'll always come to save you, Cadance!"

“Awww! It hurts to hear you say sweet things like that."

"But why?"

"Because I just told all my friends about how dangerous you are and to be on the lookout."

"I... b-but why?"

"Because you're a real mare-slayer when we're alone."

“Caaadance!”

Time had passed but much between her and Shining remained the same. From teenage love-birds to crystal prince and princess, their love was as strong as ever.

When was it, exactly, that they stopped being kids though?

"It's been a while since I've teased you, hasn't it Mare-Slayer?" Cadance laughed to herself, closing her eyes to another round of memories. All those nights they used to play; all the different ways she used to play with him. "Hearts and Hooves day is coming up soon, isn't it?"

Cadance turned to the stacks of boxes on the shelves and then to the ample space of the room. With a smirk she hatched a plan and trotted away. Moving out of Canterlot could wait a little longer.

Author's Note

It must have been years, so long that dates are blurry and memories are fuzzy, but the feeling of seeing NC Mare's art for the first time sticks with me, even now, after all this time. The glimpse from the corner of my gaze, the blinks of my eye followed by clicks of my mouse, seconds filled by an exhale—minutes spent staring, unblinking, with an open mouth.

An explosion of something new. It's a style I've never seen so crisp and so clean, a polishing beyond belief. The quality is unlike anything I've seen before and it pushes art in my mind to a height I've never felt nor cared to look for.

The ponies are drawn in a way high-quality and beyond unique. Their socks spin a new sense upon the word warm. There's so much to appreciate in his art that I now understand by people take their time in an art museum.

Truly. I'm blown the fuck away.

And then I saw they drew macro.

I don't think anyone pushes macro in terms of visual storytelling or of scale-like NC. The perfect level of suggestion that brims the mind alive with so many ideas. He'd been my favourite artist for years. Even when I'd been a part of Reviewer's Cafe—I fought to have their art be a banner.

It's safe to say they've been my idol for longer than I can remember. From the drawing to the feeling of the character to the uniqueness of the situations. All rose such wonderful sensations and motivations.

When I finally took to writing macro a year ago, I didn't think much would come of it. I wasn't a good writer then (and I'm not much of one now). To be perfectly honest with you, I'd already scoured the web for any and all macro/micro-content and, having consumed it all, resorted to the final stand of writing my own.

It really wasn't meant to turn into anything more than creating content for me to enjoy later.

But as I got into it, really into it, there was always one person in the back of my mind that I was trying to raise to the same level. Not that it would ever be possible, but I at least knew where the hight of the genre laid.

Whenever I gaze at NC's stuff, the feeling his worlds give of, the sense of scale, of how everything feels so real—I wanted to succeed upon that feeling. Not going to lie: this is proably some really gay shit to say.

But when I took to writing macro, I wanted to continue what the art had created. The story behind that situation being played out to the same size and scale and degree, the feeling of the characters and their dialogue keeping consistent.

In short, my new reason for trying to get better, in changing the style of my prose, over and over, was to get better enough to match that quality of art. Once again. Never going to be possible. But unattainable dreams are the best kind, right?

I hadn't been expecting it. It happened out of the blue one day. There was a message—one from NC.

I proceeded to do laps around my kitchen before even opening the message. It took me a little while not fangirl over such a normal event, and yet, I was losing my shit with a big goofy smile.

It was NC, not only telling me he had actually read my works—but wanted a commission. For that, my boys, I fucking ran around my block quicker than the flash. I do not think I can convey how much I respect this person no matter how many words you give me.

When it comes to genuine people I greatly admire, for whatever reason, that is the time words tend to fail me. But getting commissioned by someone I idolized for years, knowing the works and words I had made by being inspired by their art had then been read by them.

Sorry boys. But I don't have any words to describe it.

To put it even more into scale. I was worried I wasn't going to meet the man at Brony Con due to the outrageous lines. Deciding to get drunk with my current group of friends, I'd stumbled back into the main hall only to find the way to the vendor sector to now be open.

Worried this might be my only chance to make it in, I went for it, fuckin' drunk out of my mind. Countless people I ran into. Aragon and Octiva Harmony and Bad Horse, the boys from my server and everyone else. I was so elated to meet them all, and yet, despite this, my first words were:

"You're awsome... but can you please tell me where NC's booth is?"

Hahaha. I'd been so fuckin' wasted at the time and I felt so bad for it (moon-man as I told people). I kept stumbling through the hall like a man set in the middle of a desert without any water. I'd been so worried I wasn't going to meet this person, when actually, I kept walking circles across their row.

Finally, I met the legend himself, drunk out of my mind, doing my best to keep myself composed. Hope to all sweet fuck that I made a good impersonation because of how gone I was. I ended up buying anything macro I could get my hands on.

And as Don't Look at My Name Bro and others can attest, upon reaching them in the writing hall, I ended up weeping in joy.

This story has been made by us both, and I hope you'll enjoy it.

(INITIAL DRAFT)

Author's Note

This is the first draft I tried to write for the story before deciding it wasn't worth a heap of salt. Letting such an amount of words go to waste, however, stings were then said salt on a tongue and a wound. So here it is for the few and the fewer that are intersested.

(INITIAL DRAFT)

I was found, hunched over my desk, with my face buried in paperwork.

“So this is where you ran off to.” I could hear her scoff from behind me. “And here I was hoping to find you in the bedroom. Not, the filing room—but the bedroom.” The clopping of her hooves drew near my chair. “But I can see how you got confused, both of them having 'room' in them.”

I sighed. “Har-har.”

“Hey! That's not real laughter.” Her forelegs came over my shoulders and hugged underneath my muzzle. The fluff of her chest brushed and conformed around the back of my head, all while she laid her muzzle on top of my mane. “What's the matter, hon? Did getting married make you an old stallion already?”

She then nuzzled my hair. “Come on. You can still chuckle, can't you?”

“Har.”

“You're no fun.” Cadance disentangled herself from me, her hooves clopping against the floor seconds later. “Don't you know that's the whole reason we came back to Canterlot for Hearts and Hooves day? To have some fun with each other, leaving all the boring stuff behind?”

I flipped a sheet of paper, only to reveal, another sheet of paper—one with tiny, black text. “You know I can't leave important stuff like this behind, Cadance.” I squinted at the text. “I'm a proper prince now. Ponies and... nobles expect more out of me now.”

“Riight. That's why you cared so much about what nobles thought when you were a guard.” She giggled from the other side of the room. The sounds of boxes sliding across metal filled the room. Cadance must have been poking around in our old belongings. “Just admit it! That Royal Canterlot article got underneath your skin.”

“It. Did. Not.”

“Of course it did! That's why you're in the filing room, where we put away aaaaaall of our fun toys, and doing the most grown-up thing you can—paperwork.” Cadance made a humming sound, making my ears perked. It was the kind she made when she was bent over, searching for something, while swaying her hips about. “It sure sounds like you're working hard to prove yourself to a bunch of nothing! But don't you worry, hon.”

I fought myself to not peek over my shoulder. Looking at... her would only distract me. I continued to strain my eyes while looking at the text, knowing the same wouldn't be true if I was looking underneath her tail.

Do. Not. Fall. For. Her. Trap.

“I'll keep your secret safe in the bedroom, where I will be, all alone.” Cadance giggled. Her humming then stopped. “While you'll be pent-up about what some nobles said your relationship to me, I'll be forced to be in the bedroom, once more, all alooooone!”

“Go to bed, Cadance.”

“Old, mean, stuffy stallion that takes things too seriously!” She then gasped and I heard her mane sway in the air. “No way! Shiny, come check this out!”

“I'm working, Cadance.” I hated the bite in my tone. “Nopony else is going to draft up my announcement for what happened at the wedding.”

The bite in my tone then carried over to hers. “Right! Because you absolutely care more about what the nobles think rather than what your wife does.” When Cadance had started to speak, I was forced to bite my lips halfway through. “What a great marriage we have, Shining! When we care more about our reputation than our relationship.”

Closing my eyes, I couldn't risk a fight here. She must have done the same, because she didn't speak after that, only exhaling as heavily I did. Cadance was in the right. She always was. I wanted nothing more than to ditch the paperwork and join her in the bedroom.

The only problem was, Cadance didn't mistake a changeling for a husband.

“Anyway,” Cadance said after some time, her tone more composed, “saving that discussion for another time, there was something I wanted to show you. Look!” And so I did, turning in my seat, looking over to see Cadence holding up a familiar box. “It's your old Ogres and Oubliettes game!”

I raised an eyebrow. “That thing? I didn't just toss it out?”

“Shiny!” Cadance rolled her eyes, tucking the box on her back. “You did try it, but I saved it for you. Aren't I just the best wife saving all of your stuff? No other mare would rescue such a geeky board game for you!”

I shook my head and looked back at my desk. To the left was a stack of paper that, flicking my eyes up wouldn't see the top of. To my right, the papers read over, edited, and signed didn't even reach up to my eyes.

“Just think about all the old fun we can have again!” Cadance went on, and on, like nothing had even happened. She was over the top, too. But was she trying to prove something as well? I shook my head, just wanting for it all to end. “You can be a young and heroic and goofy stallion again! Remember all those posses you'd do while we played—when we first started dating? You were so shameless!”

I only felt guilt when those memories resurfaced. How could I have been so out of it when my own marefriend was a princess? I sighed at the improvement that laid before me. Paperwork. Doing lots of paperwork would make a proper prince out of me.

“We need to play this now, Shiny! The flashbacks are just getting me right now.” Cadance hooves clopped in place. She must have been doing a cute, little dance. And that made me... angry? Why... why was I getting so... so mad at nothing? “Come on, Shiny. Ditch the paperwork! Remember when you used to sneak out of training session when you were a guard to come play with me? Just do that again and—“

“Will you shut up!?” the words flew out of me before I could stop them, and my body turned all by itself. “Can't you see we're not supposed to be having fun yet?! That the whole world thinks I'm too inept to be a prince or to be worthy of you!? It doesn't matter if you forgive me if the whole hasn't.”

I forced myself to breathe out through my mouth, hoping that would slow my anger. “If I get this announcement done... if I can cite the mistakes of those in the past, put proper solutions in place in the present, and create plans that will lead for a better future... ponies will think I'll be a good enough prince for you.”

It took me a few moments of staring for me to truly, hate myself. A few feet away from me, Cadance had gone from smiling, with her wings slightly flared, her body radiating excitement to her now having taken a step back, her muzzle dipped, eyes looking down.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“I... you know I didn't mean a word of that.” My head dropped in shame, and my eyes closed, all so I didn't have to continue looking at my mistake. “I'm just really stressed right now. That's no excuse for lashing out at you, so I'm sorry Cadance. Truly.”

“S-Shiny, why didn't you—“

“And I just need some time alone to finish this.” I opened my eyes and looked at her, just in time to see her hopeful expression be broken. “I know it's not fair to you, but once I get this done, I'll feel a lot better about... all of this.”

Cadance stared at me, trying to look happy, but failing miserably.

“The speech h-happens in two days, right?” I tried to inflict hope into my tone, but it cracked along with my voice. “Let me get all of this done today, and I promise you, I'll be nothing but free for Hearts and Hooves day tomorrow.”

Cadance gave me a nod but then turned around, heading for the door. What else was I supposed to do, but turn around as well? Rubbing my forehead, I went to lift my quill—but then I heard Cadance clear her throat.

“So, you need time to prepare? Then you better spend all of today resting, Mr. Stud!” I turned around at once to look at Cadance again, seeing her standing tall, head cocked to the right, and holding her foreleg toward the ceiling. “Tomorrow will be the best session of Ogres you have ever played!”

She lowered her foreleg to her muzzle, grinning. “Unlike all those sessions you played with boys, you'll now be playing with one, smoking hot mare!” She licked her hoof and then brought it to her rump, pressing against her flank while making a sizzling sound. “And not only that, but I'll be wearing something you've never seen me in!”

I then tucked my lips inward, trying to ward off all the mental images of Cadance in lingerie.

“And trust me when I say this, Shiny.” With a giggle, she then turned around, swaying her hips as she went for the door. Her tail flicked aside more than it should, but not enough to reveal what was hidden underneath. “You won't look at me the same when we start the match.”

She then walked through the door and out into the hall, her voice now an echo. “Better be there, big boy!”

And then she was gone.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. While I turned back in my seat, I was grateful for how easily Cadance was at changing our atmosphere so easily. Even when there was trouble, she always wanted to leave things a good note.

Without a doubt, she was the perfect mare for me.

And with a whole lot of doubt, I wondered if I was the perfect stallion for her.

The Princess of Love' New Fling! A Lowly Guard Rises.

Regret in the Making! Love Misplaced? Shining Armor, Guard, set to Marry a Princess?!

Mistakes and Love. Shining Armor Mistakes Brides? What This Says About Our Future.

Don't focus on that kind of stuff. It does nothing but slow productivity. My gaze was drawn back to the towering block of paper, rendering me tiny in its shadow. I sighed, expecting to have died to the steel of a sword rather than the paper from some pile. Now's your chance to prove you're worthy of her. One plan. One speech. Princehood awaits.

I went back to the page I was working on, but in the back of my mind, I could hear their voices. And I would for a long time—until I proved myself with that speech once and for all. Then everything would be put in motion. Cadance and I could love and have fun without having to worry. And all would be good again.

But I had to work now for it.

To the point of blowing off Cadance?

I have to. She may not care, but if enough headlines like those get out, what... what is to stop her from maybe changing her mind about me? No, don't be silly. You've been together for too long for that to happen.

The Royal Canterlot Journal would like to announce, with remarks and statements from the royal court itself, on the status and actions of—

“WORK!” I yelled at myself. “You worthless stallion! What do you think worry about that is going to do?! Cadance can take care of herself! Everything will come together if you could just shut up and work! Yelling at a mare what you should have yelled at yourself... worthless.”

With a heavy breath, I levitated my quill once more, letting it hover across the text of the page. Before my mind drifted away, I wondered about what Cadance had said. What mattered more? A relationship itself, or its reputation?

The relationship, of course.

But, when you're a prince? Reputation matters more, if only at first—and temporarily.

With that safe conclusion in my mind, I went back to my work, making progress in the plan that would restore me, all while my heart beat with the pain of guilt. I didn't think about it. Like most of my problems currently, I could deal with after I had given my speech.

The ticking of the clock woke me up.

I saw whiteness when my eyes opened. Blurry black text restricted across the page, the paper itself soaked. Raising my muzzle, it lifted out of the niches I'd created with my crossed forelegs. I flicked them off the table at once—smudging their ink and scattering sheets into the air.

“No! Nnngh, ah, what's the point?” I slumped back in my seat, rubbing a forehoof against my face. “Second time sleeping in. The ponies are just going to eat that one up. Incompetent prince unable to pull an all-nighter to finish a something as basic as paperwork.”

I let my hoof drop from my face. Staying up late had never been an issue—not when there was training to tend to and an alicorn to keep happy. Excitement had always kept me going when I was younger.

Seemed I wasn't getting enough of that, nowadays.

“Do I even want to know the time?” I asked myself while glancing up at the wall, staring at the clock responsible for waking me. It did much more than that, however, when it looking at it suddenly made it harder for me to breathe. “No. C-C'mon, you're kidding!”

The clock told me my fears: I had passed out during the night, slept through the morning, and awoke in the late afternoon. Less than twenty-four hours remained until I had to give my speech—the one I'd yet to still draft.

And I died at the prospect. At least on the inside. Looking at the pile of paper to my left, it still towered over my head. A full day of work still to be done in half that time. Another intense period of boring study and work.

The price of being a proper prince.

Did you forget your promise? You said you'd get this work done yesterday, and promised all of today to play with Cadance. You're not thinking of blowing her off again, are you?

I shook my head. “What other choice do I have? Usually, I'd have this work done.”

More like 'used too' now. Just not the same as leading guards or practicing for battle, is it? Either way, you can't just ditch your wife. You owe it to her to at least check-in.

“Right.” I closed my eyes, sighing. “I'll just tell her what happened; she's bound to forgive me. We'll just promise to play the day afterward.”

That day won't be Hearts and Hooves day.

“It's just a holiday.”

It's more than that for the two of you—and you know it.

Silence.

“Yeah,” I said, then, after a few moments. My eyes re-opened. “I know.”

I didn't bother talking with myself after that. It never did me much good when I first woke up. Doing my best to quiet my mind, I then stood up from my seat, walking away from my work far more easily than I should have been able to.

I carried outside into the long hall, passing along the carpet, nodding to the guards that passed along my sides. They were dressed in armor, given orders, with their bodies in peak condition. And while nodding my head, I had to make sure I didn't glance down at my own chest.

It wasn't before long I'd found myself up a flight of stairs, down a small and tight hallway without any guards, chuckling at the sheer familiarity around me. From dusty wooden tables along the walls to the chips missing from the ground, it all evoked pleasant memories—my vague stress fading for the moment.

“She gave us the hallway for a reason, Shiny.” Her voice had purred into my ear. “You're not supposed to see me! Those meanie nobles think it'll be better if we break apart. But we wouldn't want that, would we?”

Sweet giggles then poured from her lips, still sweet, even when her hoof raised to muffle the sound. “Princess Celestia said we shouldn't be seen together in Canterlot.” Her hoof dropped to reveal her smirk. “But she also left the hatch to the window unlocked...”

I chuckled at the memories, coming to a stop near the end of the hall. Looking up at the window, I couldn't help but shake my head, giving the thing a quick salute. With all the sneaking we did through it, a quick service only felt right.

Stop wasting time.

The thought pulled me away from the memories. It was right. Looking over to my right, the door to the play-room stood. I sighed as I went toward it, preparing some excuse in my mind, unable to muster the courage to keep my chin up when I entered the room.

The very packed room.

“What the heck is this?” I muttered to myself while stepping inside. The door clicked to shut behind me, though focused more on the miniature boards and buildings laid all around my hooves. “Um, anyone here? This isn't a filly and colt playroom, is it?”

I neared the center of the room. No responses, other than the creak of my steps, greeted me. Deciding to take a closer look at the things at my hooves, I lowered my head down to the objects, blinking twice to make them clear.

They were little homes, trees, and fake roads of dirt. One of the buildings, round and made of stone, had a sign attached to the tops of its entrance—one proclaiming a blacksmith inside.

And then, ever so suddenly, the memories came at me again.

“The boys and I killed nights easily playing this setting!” I whispered with excitement, feeling my heart starting to face. “How many campaigns did we do before having to kill the game? Heh, all the trouble we got for staying late.”

I chuckled at the image of all of us gathered around the floor, though it was more than just the boys. “Even Cadance was joining us back then. That's when she still wanted to know everything about me. That... crazy mare.”

I then shook my head. I hadn't come here to live in the memories of better times. No. I was here to tell Cadance that I had slept in, that I would make all of this up for her, and that, after my speech, we could play the game as much as she pleased.

Besides, it's the goofy stuff from your youth that's holding you back.

“You somewhere in here, Cadance?” I called out to her while raising my head, letting my gaze wander across the room. Most of the floor was covered by the board, with only the outer corners of the room free from the set. “Look, you probably already know what I'm going to say.”

I still couldn't see her hiding anywhere. “I'm sorry, alright? Some things came up that I wasn't expecting. If you just give me some—“

I stopped talking when the tip of her horn pressed into the nape of my neck. It froze me into place. Calm down. She's just trying to scare you for breaking your promise. Just... beg or something to make her feel better.

But when I had gone to speak—she had beaten me to it.

“It's time to start the game, Shiny!” Cadance whispered into my ear, stopping me from looking back when her magic flooded from the tip of her horn and into my body. I tried to reject it, but I couldn't hold back the magical strength of an alicorn. “But you still seem so tired! How about you get some rest before then?”

An inky blackness welled in the corner of my vision. Exhaling, my stomach and chest were empty, both hungering to be filled, my contracting tightly against my skin. Without strength, I fell to the left, unable to move.

I had landed with a thump, and with my eyes closed. It took seconds and willpower to lift only one of them, seeing a miniature building and plastic tree before it. But something was off about it. Maybe it was the way I had fallen, but the two objectives seem perfectly leveled like I was seeing it from their perspective.

And my gaze, slowly and surely, was lowering below them. I should have screamed or groaned or something, but I didn't. All I had was one breath left in me, one through the snout, out the mouth, carrying a heavyweight out of me.

It was the first proper breath I remembered taking.

And then I blacked out.

I woke up before a tall building, dressed in gold armor, with a sword tied around my waist.

“Nnngh. W-Wha... I'm on... duty?” I shook my head, feeling myself come off some wall. I'd been leaning it against it, having been propped up against it, though couldn't recall doing that myself. “C-Clear your head, Shining. Asses your surrounding, then work backward.”

And I did. Staring at the other side of the street, I saw a building, its walls stone and its roof made of wood. There were more of them on either side and, though they looked proper... something still felt off about them.

I couldn't put my hoof down on it. For none of them. From the dirt road to the tall trees, everything just felt wrong. I... don't know. It was almost like these structures were imitating actual buildings then being ones.

But that doesn't make sense. Who would build a town of hollow things?

That thought didn't stop my feelings. Where were all the ponies? None of them were walking down the street, which felt artificial itself. It was like everything here was trying to be real, and that was the keyword—trying.

“It looks like our brave and little knight is awake!” the voice utterly boomed from all around me, setting me on edge on the spot. It sounded familiar, but was far too loud to be anyone I knew. “What's the matter, little one? Did you not enjoy your sleep? I suppose I should have made a tiny bed for you to sleep in. How rude of me!”

That voice? Cuteness bordering on smugness, a tone sweet but nearly always teasing. No one else would dare to talk to me except for one, and I loved her very much for it. Cadance was here... but where? And why did she sound so big and tall?

And why was my hoof reaching for my sword?

“C-Cadance, that you?” I shouted while walking myself in a small circle, eyes searching out for her. There wasn't any movement from down the road or from in-between my trees and, for whatever reason, my gaze was being drawn up. “Is this supposed to be some kind of prank? If so, you got me!”

Only giggles that boomed rang from above and afar.

“You can come out now!” I shouted as I looked above the houses, expecting to see clouds. That was not what I saw. “Listen, whatever this is, you win! Do whatever you want with me, then let me back get back to work. There's still paperwork to be done.”

Another giggle, but this time, it was followed by a hoof step. And then another. They didn't come from anywhere near me, but rather, from all around me. The ground vibrated in tandem to her steps, electrifying my hooves.

Why does it feel like a dragon is on its way?

And then I saw her. For a moment, I wish I hadn't. In the distance, the far, far, distance, her towering pink mare stood beyond the setting which I was inside. Her muzzle was nearly a pink blur with the sheer distance that separated us.

“So, Shiny.” The giantess strode toward me, causing me to stumble backward, then fall on my ass, all with my neck craned all the way back. Cadance was utterly gigantic in the distance, striding toward me, each of the booming steps of her hooves rocking the very ground I sat on. “How does it feel to be small for once?”

“You mean you did this?”

Cadance stopped around the setting. Looking behind her, I could see the massive walls of the room—the play-room to be exact. Glancing all around her, I saw, in the distance, an even bigger bed in the corner.

Everything here was massive.

Or rather.

I was the tiny one here.

“You sound so cute! Your voice squeaks almost like a mouse!” Cadance's horn lit up in in a soft blue, and I felt her magic touch me for a second. “There we go! Try speaking now, hon.”

“You shrunk me?!”

“Of course I did!” Cadance sat down in the distance. It was crazy to see her long barrel move so quickly despite its size. She sat tall, each of her forelegs straight like soft and fur covered towers. “I even picked your small body up and put you in an outfit! Oh Shiny, it almost reminded me of being a filly doing that.”

I shook my head. “I'm not a doll, Cadance.”

“I know!” Her giant muzzle leaned to the left, her tongue poking out at me. “You're an action figure.”

“Not funny.”

“It is to me.”

Cadance then stood up again—too quickly than what I would have liked. She then walked around the play-set I was inside. I should have recognized it from the style of the buildings. She had set me in my own game set.

And her? The giant mare walked around the playset with slow, controlled movement, her big eyes set down on me. The rocking of her ground because of the force of her hooves set me on edge. She kept on the outskirts of the playset, stalking it, like she was some sort sexy predator.

“So,” I started while clearing my throat, hoping my throat wouldn't crack, “is there any reason why you shrunk and put me inside my old game?”

“Isn't it obvious? It's because there wasn't enough of me to satisfy you!” Cadance smirked as she turned around, letting her rump sway into focus. She let her waterfall of a tail drape between her flanks, teasing me, with only a peek, at the utterly gigantic white underwear she had.

The one I had told her was my favorite—and for good reason.

“You always chose boring paperwork because of me! So I got to thinking it was because there was only so much of it that you loved it more.” Cadance's large body then turned around, her body blurred by her size and our distance. “Then I shrunk you down from a spell Celestia had taught me long ago. Never thought I'd use it for something like this, though!”

I gulped as Cadance then strode into the play-set. And she wasn't careful either. I watched as her hoof raised into the air, blocking some of the light from the lamp above, before crashing down onto the board.

“C-Cadance? What are you doing?” Cadance kept her muzzle titled up as she walked forward, her hoof rounder than the moon slamming down into a building. It didn't give her any resistance—it collapsed underneath the sheer weight of her hoof, dust rising when her hoof pressed down. “You're breaking my set! And... and you're walking straight toward me!”

Cadance then closed her eyes and giggled. She grew nearer and nearer, to the point where, even though my head was craned back, I could no longer see her face. Only the underside of her chin while her towering forelegs came closer.

They destroyed everything in their wake, rocking the world at the same time. They crushed patches of plastic trees, pieces being throw all around from the force, some destroyed buildings lucky to have half of their structures still standing.

“A-Alright! Point taken—point taken! I'm sorry for blowing you off!” I came to my hooves just as one of hers hovered over me. It captured me in its shadow and, when I gazed up into the underside of her hoof, I saw not pink and softness, but rather, the scattered bits and remains of all things Cadance had crushed underneath them.

“Can't we just talk this out?!”

The hoof came down... before me.

The rest of the towering pink body shifted back slightly, the other forehoof slamming down, both of them close together. The impale sent me rolling back a foot, though I stood up—in time to see the pink structure of my wife lower to the ground.

And it, was, terrifying.

My eyes couldn't even see down the long sides of Cadance's barrel. Her muzzle touched down right in front of me, stretching on for nearly forever in my vision, my tiny eyes unable to see all of her.

“You look so cute when you're small. I could keep you in my purse and no pony would be any wiser.” Cadence had rested her chin atop her forehooves, smiling. “So are you ready to play our little game, brave knight?”

I shook my head as I got back to my hooves. Cadance watched my small movements with amusement, her long eyebrows raising slightly. I had to tell her my plan. But... if canceling on to my wife was already hard in the first place, now it was nearly impossible when she bigger beyond scale.

“I... can't afford to play today, Cadance.” I shook my head while I walked to her giant, plush lips. They looked so soft and so, well, kissable together. My tiny body couldn't even cover an inch of them—but they could cover all of me. “I ended up slacking last night. I messed up. I need more time to work.”

Her eyes rolled, such a small movement made so big, and the implications were even more terrifying at this size. “It looks like we want different thing here, Shiny.”

Her mouth parted faster then I could react, and in the next second, her long tongue came flying out at me. Freezing in place, I wondered, if only for a second, this was how things were going to end. Cadance slurping me up on her tongue and bringing me into her mouth, letting her lips shut, trapping me inside.

Her tongue had shot at me. But it didn't wrap around my body and pull me in, but rather, licked at my face a few time, coating it in her warm saliva. “C-Cadance? Will you knock that off!” I raised a foreleg and beat it against the wet muscle, causing her to laugh with every hit.

And then Cadance's tongue pulled back inside her maw.

“Fine then.” Cadance lifted off the ground, towering over me once more, looking down. “I want you to play with me, and you want to do boring paperwork. Talking obviously won't do anything. You're just the same at every size!”

I stared up at her giant muzzle, my one eyebrow arched, though my heart beating with fear. In truth, it terrified me to have Cadance be so big, so strong, so... dominating in a way. I worried, for a moment, with all of our small fights that if this would be her way of taking revenge.

“So why don't we settle this with the game itself!” Cadance turned around and took a step forward, letting her muzzle turn slightly back toward me. “If you win, then you can go back to your boring paper for as long as you want—and I won't say a word.”

And here comes the catch.

“But! If I win?” Cadance's long body then fell to the left, causing my heart to drop. Unlike when her hooves clopped, the mass of her body slamming against the floor caused the ground to truly rock, making me lean into a building for support. “Then you'll have to deal with all of this!”

Cadance had finally fallen to her side by the time the tremors died down. I stumbled off the building, slightly dazed, and shaking my head. With a heavy exhale, I stared off into the distance, nearly not believing my eyes when I did.

Cadance had set her massive rump on display! The roundness of her left flank pushed into a small hill, a flag striving to keep raised despite her weight, but only pressing itself into the curve of her cheek.

I, like most stallions, never expected to be in a situation where there was so much butt that our vision was unable to take all of it in. The underwear itself clung tightly to her flank, frilly along its sides, hugging her softness.

And for a second, my eyes were drawn a little lower on her underwear. Candace's lips pressed against the panties, looking heavy and soft, something once so much now something I didn't even compare to in size.

Cadance had put her full butt on display for me, letting her hind legs spread over to me, stopping next to a pair of dice. Her rump was so big that I couldn't see the rest of her barrel, only her neck and head, far off in the distance, staring down at me with a grin.

Cadance knew she had me. From day one she always knew she had all the power in that relationship with that rump of hers. I wasn't one to skip class or ditch friends, but with one sway of her hips, I did both for her.

“So, if you lose this game of ours?” Cadence went on to say with her head titillated, eyes closed, and a grin on her lips. “Then you have to spend the rest of the vacation tiny—and against my plot from the inside of my underwear.”

Is that even losing? I thought to myself as I kept staring at her flanks, seeing at how tightly the fabric hugged each of her flanks. To be trapped inside there? I'd just be a small bugled along the fabric of her panties—too small for any wandering eyes to see.

Get your mind out of the gutter! No matter what, that speech needs to happen. I let my eyes lift from the panties to Candace's distant face. Despite her overwhelming confidence, she also exuded an aura of happiness, of... fun. But, is there any harm in playing one session? You get to relax. She gets to be happy. And you both get to restore parts of your relationship.

“Fine.” I raised a foreleg into the air. “You want to get your massive butt kicked? Then good with me!” I pointed that forehoof at her muzzle but, really, with how up high her muzzle was, I really was just pointing at her flanks. “Let's play, silly mare!”

Cadance let out a laugh. “So the tiny knight stands up to the challenge!”

I laughed as well.

Cadance then closed her eyes, cleared her throat, and let out a breath even I could hear. When her eyes opened, they had a faux fragile gloss over them. Her foreleg had raised and curved over her muzzle, in a mock attempt to protect herself.

“And lo, who should rescue the fair princess but a brave, bold knight?” The long hind leg shifted to my right. When I looked, I saw the towering blocks of dice next to me—each clattering at me when her hoof tapped it over. “Go ahead and roll, hon. Let's see if the princess is the one that will need saving, here.”

~ I ~

Setttting up the Board

“So you roll.. but the dice has twenty numbers? That doesn't make much sense.”

If there was anything Cadance was the master of, it was killing the suspense of anything. Heated arguments, the kind where both of us were shouting, our yells echoing off the walls, ended simply because one of her fashion magazines had slipped underneath the door.

And that was one thing from a list of many more.

But I wasn't mad. It was kind hard to be with the sight Cadance had left me. The giant mare still laid down on her side, her muzzle stuck inside some giant, hovering brown rule book for the scenario of this board. While she flicked through the page, her tail did the same over her white, panty-clad rump, giving me just as much to look at the moment.

And who the heck could blame me?

It was silly of me to do so, but I glanced around me, seeing nothing but fake buildings, plastic trees, and in the space well belong the board, the haze that made up the gigantic playroom the both of us were still inside. For the moment, it was just the two of us, but I still felt the need to check before following through with my plan.

“And it says here... something about a dungeon master?” Candace's eye hovered above the book of a second, a massive orb of violet set on me. My hoof went forward to take a step, but froze underneath her gaze, hoping she didn't see my minuscule action. “Do you know anything about this, Shining?”

My mouth hung over, and my eyes blinked, not quite sure what to say or do, and wondering what would give my sudden plan and curiosity away. Cadance only lowered the book in her magic, letting it press into her pink chest. “You know we're still connected by our horns, right? I can still hear everything you say.”

I trusted myself to shrug. “S-Sorry hon. It's been a good decade since I touched this board—much less like this... or in this state... and... yeah.”

Cadance's gaze narrowed in the distance, her muzzle scrunching closer together that, at normal size, terrified me. At this size? The weight of her cute looking suspension crushed me worse than all of what her body could have done to me.

...okay, maybe that last thought went a bit too far.

“W-Why don't you just keep on reading the book?” I cleared my throat and rubbed a hoof against it, doing my best to not turn my head while her big eyes stared down at me. “We have most of the morning to fool around, so take your time. I'm in no rush to kick your bu-buuuuutt!”

Cadance's eyes then narrowed on me. One of her eyebrows raised in confusion, and I was thankful I was small enough for her to not see me sweating. With a roll of her eyes followed by a shrug, she covered her muzzle once more with the guide book.

Why did you have to stutter while talking about her butt? She knows you're onto something now. I shook the thoughts out of my head as I then began my quest. In the distance, her rump rested, her pink flanks stacked on top of each other, expanding out with their doughy softness.

There's no sense in denying it. I'm the kind of stallion that's into butts. If I told Cadance that half the reason I married her was for her firm flanks, the chances of me getting slapped, or her laughing, slapping her ass with pride, were pretty equal.

And her colossal ass in the distance was my detestation. Currently, I walked along the natural curve created by her hind leg, which was a sloping pillar of white next to me. The white nylon did a good job of clinging to her fur, though the further it went, and the... thicker she got, the more it struggled.

It hurt, slightly, to be so small, and to see sights so great, all to know that I couldn't reach them on my own. Even when I took a moment to stop, turn, and crane my head back—I still couldn't see the top of the slope to her hind leg. It was like a soft, round wall of whiteness.

And even when I laid pushed my hoof into the fabric, it got no reaction out of Cadance. The thin layer of nylon, though definitely thicker to me, tickled the hoof I had pushed against it and, on doing so, felt my hoof sink into the plushness on the other side.

I retracted my hoof at once upon realizing what I had done. With my hoof still up, I turned my head to her thighs, looking high above them at the muzzle of the mare. Her face was still hidden behind the massive book—not even a shiver or quiver at my action.

Wake-up touching is going to be a lot harder at this size.

I looked back to her leg and pressed my hoof into it again, feeling the nylon rub against my sole, watching as my hoof sunk into the plushness of her thigh. If she was already plush here, then what would her inner-thighs be like at this size?

You're focusing on too many things at once, Shining. Go for what you came here to do.

But I didn't want to leave just yet. It was such a crazy sight and situation... that I didn't want to give it up just yet. Knowing that her sloping leg blocked out most of the light above me, trapping me in the shadow that it cast, the plushness of her thigh held back by the pithiness of the white nylon.

I wondered, for a second, on how it would feel to be on the other side. (C)

“The dungeon master, though they can be a part of the game, are mostly there to control and narrate how the scenario unfolds.” I didn't even bother to look up at her, letting more of my hoof sink into to her softness, it taking more of my arm without the giant mare even noticing. “Aw! So that means we can't just have the game play itself? That's slightly less fun.”

She doesn't even know I'm against her thigh right now. The whole of my arm had sunk into the nylon, into the thigh behind it, all of it taking me easily. But I don't have much time left. She's going to figure that rule book out sooner or later.

I heard myself groan as I took my hoof away, seeing her thigh fill back in the tiny space I'd press against, an act that I saw, but Cadance remained totally unaware of. It was crazy to think of all the things I could do to her body, and what it could do back to me, all without the mare herself knowing about it.

And if that's going to be the case anyway.

I carried along her leg like I should have done, shaking my head while I did so, letting my eyes rest on my destination in the distance. Cadance's rump sat high in the air, partly covered, at least down the center, by her white panties. My eyes were more so drawn to her crotch, so big and so heavy, barely held back by the underwear.

Why wouldn't you want to be trapped inside there?

“B-Because,” I said to myself, coughing, “I have stuff to prove. Princess Celestia herself is checking out the rooms today... and I have to make a good impression on her.” I let my head fall, looking down at the green and painted-on grass below. “Show her I'm not the same colt that joined her guard.”

Yet, here you are, sneaking to your wife's massive rump, all while she's busy reading some book. I really did hate it when my thoughts took a mind of their own, though that didn't stop my hooves from walking. The nylon of her thigh expanded out closer toward me, and I was close to my goal.

And how much different of a stallion are you, anyway? The voice went on as I finally looked up, starting to see the sloping expanse of pink that I hoped to see. If you had a chance to be this small, but placed instead on Celestia's throne instead of this board—would you have said no?

I stopped walking at that one. The mental image played in my mind. Me, tiny, standing on the golden expanse of Celestia's giant throne. Then the ground would shake and rumble as hoofsteps boomed from afar.

I had to stop my imagination before it got any worse. Princess Celestia was already a big made, but with legs and wings that were in perfect proportion with her body—especially her flanks. If they were perfect big at normal size, and she went to go and take a seat on the throne with me there...

What was I thinking? How could I even think that with—

Something soft came all around me at once. Pink and plush, taking my whole body while I walked into it, but not without a firmness that restricted me slightly. My exhale came slightly muffled against whatever I was against—something beyond pleasant.

Taking a step back, the softness pushed me back slightly, filling out in the space I had (C) occupied. Looking forward, all I could see was an expanse of pink that covered everything I could see. And, glancing up, I could see the white of Cadance's underwear clinging tightly to her ass.

It took me a second to realize what had happened. While gone with my thoughts, I had walked right into her bottom cheek, letting myself impress against it, all while it took me easily. Cadance didn't even notice—all I heard from her was the flick of pages.

How crazy was it that I was standing before Cadance's massive rump? That while she read a book with her ass on display that I was down here, against her bottom cheek, staring at how big it was.

And then I threw myself against her.

The globes of her butt squished onto the board, flattening around the space it took, looking all so soft. I threw my body into her bottom cheek, feeling my myself sink into her plushness, letting myself enjoy how firm her rump was at a smaller scale.

Cadance hummed from above while she flicked to another page. “This is what I get for not doing my research in advance. That's far too many figures to put up. Surely there's a spell I could use to make all of this... easier...”

Cadance didn't even know I was rubbing myself into her bottom flank. I kept pulling myself back only to fall into her cheek again, letting it take all of my weight while I sunk into it, slowly, it taking my all weight before it started to impress.

I kept doing it again and again while my gaze wandered up, high above the slope of her bottom flank, where the tightness of her underwear began. It was taut along both of her flanks, only able to cover half of each of her cheeks.

Her panties did a good job of squeezing her butt that made me just lose my mind! Something about the way how they hugged them made me wish they would just explode or, even better at this size, that I would get caught within them.

I knew she bought a size smaller than what she normally wears. Whether she did that for me or herself didn't matter—all I knew is that I both loved and hated myself for being small. Her panties were so high above, and the only part of her I could touch was the exposed portion of her flank that was flattened against the ground.

Unless you tried scaling her rump.

I was daring enough to try it. And I very well might. But for the moment, I was granted the chance to throw myself into her cheek, to let utter pink fill my gaze, softness encompass my body, with an impossible weight I fault to hold back.

It was something I never thought to do while big. There were the off times I gave a slap or a squeeze to her flanks, and while she was firm to the touch, as well as her jiggles being quite nice, they never had that much a weight to them. Unlike... better not go down that line of thought.

But at this size? Whenever I threw myself into her bottom cheek, my body impressing into her plushness, the rest of her flank would flatten around me in response. It was like sinking into a bean bag as it rose up all around you, using its—and yours—weight against you.

No matter how hard I pressed myself into her flank, more of her pink weight would fill out around and against me, sometimes coming down onto my head and shoulders, pressing me slightly into her cheek.

Now it's time to have a little fun!

I couldn't even see Cadance anymore, but the thought that she was reading some book while I threw at myself at her ass was starting to turn me on. Some stares and touches would set her off, but here? I could get myself lost in-between her flanks and she wouldn't even notice.

Would I like that? To be a part of her rump without her knowing? For Cadance to think I was off on the board, doing some quest, all while she read her book? To be trapped inside her panties, softness and plushness, white fabric and pink fur pressing onto either side of me tightly?

“Nngh...” There was something different from how I was falling into her cheek—it was no longer following. My hooves had opened wide and I stuffed my face into her cheek, rubbing my muzzle into her softness, letting it jiggle around me—shaking my muzzle in response. “M-Mmhm, C-Cadance!”

Then came an aching sensation from my groin.

W-What? Oh. OH. Uh-oh.

For the longest time I'd been trying to wrestle back Candace's cheek, pushing back where it filled out, only for it to knock back into my in response. But I wasn't throwing my whole body into her bottom flank anymore. My forelegs were still wrapped around her cheek—for the meager portion they could hold—while my muzzle contained to nuzzle her pink plushness.

But while those kept still, my lower body did not, thrusting itself into the cheek. I could feel something welling within my sheathe while my groin kept knocking into her flank, feeling some of her jiggly butt fill out underneath my barrel, pressing with all the right pleasure into my crotch.

How the hell can a mare make feel so good without realizing it?

My thoughts then became more perverted. My forelegs wrapped around the part of her butt filled and flattened out against me, making sure I kept it locked in place while I thrust into it. It didn't feel like enough. The pink dough kept spilling out of my hold, and no matter how much I grabbed, squeezed, or held, there was simply too much to keep back.

But that didn't stop me from trying.

Could you imagine being trapped in her underwear? Pinned against her flanks by the tightness of her elastic? Even now, holding what little you can, humping her flank is enough to drive you over the edge. What would it be like inside her underwear? Your whole body pressed into her cheek with her panties doing aaaall the holding for you.

I bit my bottom lip while a neigh whimpered out of my mouth. The heck was I thinking? I could scream and shout, and nothing I did would be heard by the giantess, not unless I lit up my horn and connected our minds.

There's so much of her ass and so little of you. Even as you're pressed against her cheek, holding not even an inch of it against yourself, humping her softness, you know it would all be so much better in the tightness of her underwear.

The aching in my crotch became worse as something finally stirred from down there. I could feel my cock springing to life from out of my sheathe, hardening in the air, but not before plunging into something soft.

“O-Oh d-d-dear Celestia!” The wrong name to be calling out, that much was sure, but I told myself I used it purely as an expression. The feeling on my cock was beyond divine. There were very few things right now that would cause me to tilt my head back, bringing my face away from Cadance's massive plot.

Cadance and I... we've tried a lot of kinky stuff. Letting my cock slip into the crack of her ass, rocking myself up and down along there, all while she clenched her flanks slowly, was one of them. But even then, despite her firmness, it always felt like something was missing.

And what was missing was size.

“Oh... I... oh my I'm going to be turning this cheek white.” My cock pressed into the softness of her flank, feeling it impress into her plushness, sinking into it as much as my thrusts would allow. The following sensation was unmatched by anything else in my life. “I'm so keeping this size for the rest of my life!”

When my cock sunk into her cheek, there was resistance at first, one that I didn't mind at all. It wasn't hardness, but rather, the bulking weight of her butt that weighed down in the spot I was humping against. It just gave me more to press again, causing me to hump quicker and thrust harder.

C'mon Shining. Get this out of your system now. You don't actually want to spend the day in the crack of your wife's ass... your other head just thinks that way now. Cadance is still reading her book. She won't notice if you seem slightly out of breath or left a little mess—she wouldn't be able to see it anyway.

My cock started sinking deeper into her flank while my head was tilted back. There wasn't much sense in filling all my senses with her rump. While I humped the smallest part of the giant mare's rump away, I needed for something to focus on—something to drive me over the edge.

And when I opened my eyes, my head still tilted back, I saw the answer to my problem. High above, Cadance's butt sat sideways on the ground, each slope of her cheek rounding out further the higher my gaze went. If I wasn't so horny, I'd be scared about how each of her flanks were bigger than the sun and moon combined.

All I knew was that, after this, Cadance could no longer complain to me about having a small rump.

You're supposed to be focusing on you now. Come one, soldier. You're almost there! Just... focus on something that's going to push you over the edge. Cadance is going to check on you soon, and you don't want her to catch you in a spot like this. The moment she knows you're very much into this is the moment she'll use it utterly against you.

So my eyes dropped from the highest point of her flank, where her top cheek curved over into her barrel, though I couldn't see over the edge of her butt. Seeing how tall, wide, and big enough was enough to do me in—but my cock was already thrusting against how voluptuous she was.

I needed something new, something I couldn't yet have, to bring this all to a close.

And then my eyes settled on her white panties, and how they struggled to cottontail even a half of her massive flanks. And then my mind wondered how it would feel to be inside there, trapped in her panties, space tight, light dim, white and pink all I could see, my body clinging to fur while fabric pressed into my back.

C'mon S-Shining! You're almost there! You're not thinking dirty enough. I get it. We don't do this a lot—much less like this. But let yourself go all out! Deal with the same later. Dirtier, guard, dirtier!

And then my mind played with being trapped against her left flank, all while a giant hoof hovered just inches from the fabric. It would then slap my prison, her flank jumping up, forcing me, pinned against it, to endure every jiggle as it reverberated through my body.

Picture all the things she could do to you while you're in there. Cadance, unaware of the tiny husband stuck inside her underwear. How her hips would sway, or enduring the full weight of her flank when she sat down. If you thought humping some of her cheek felt good, then how would the whole weight of it, her softness flattening around you, all while her ass pinned your cock to your belly?

My cock was fully erect now, pushing into her cheek, feeling it slowly push back harder the further I went in. In the space my thrust created with my thrust, the dough of her flank would fill in, collapsing on and around my cock, rubbing along it while I continued to hump.

But you already have most of what her plot can offer right now! What's something you'd love right now, but couldn't have, no matter how hard you tried? What's something you would have to scale Cadance's massive rump just to stand a chance at reaching?

The answer should have come into my mind from the beginning, but at least it did now. Letting my gaze fall more to the right, I saw it, and nearly died when I did. Candace's heavy pussy sloped along the side of her underwear, pushing slightly against the fabric, hinting, with its weight against her panties, at what awaited on the other side of the article.

If being in her undies would be I'd be tightly pressed against her flanks, then what would that mean for h-h-her... My mind couldn't even complete that thought, and a few seconds later, it went blank. The slope of her pussy high above was nearly as great as her flanks, and I whimpered at trying to decide which one was better.

If she sat down on her rump with you there, then her flanks would flatten all around you, and her softness would smother you. But if you were caught even lower, in-between her thick lips? Her waling would slide you up and down her slit, and when she sat down, you would...

I nearly came at the idea.

But I did scream at the voice other than my own.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Shining?”

“Are you enjoying yourself, Shining?” the voice boomed from right behind me, stopping me mid-thrust, as my eyes snapped open—wider than they had ever done before in my life. I gulped, feeling my cock twitch, my heart pounding in my chest. “I have to say, the sight of my tiny husband trying to take on my massive plot is cute—but you should have asked first.”

Her breath. The warm gust of subtle moistness that washed and blew over my back, over my body, sending strands of my shiny blue mane up into the air. I'd been caught in the act, with my forelegs still hugging her cheek, unsure if they should still let go.

“H-H-How did you f-feel me?” I turned my head to the right and nearly felt myself die at the scene. Cadance's colossal muzzle hovered in the air, a miles away from me, but to her must have only been a few inches. For a giant, she moved without a sound, leaning around her own barrel, letting her head hover to the right and above her flanks. “You didn't stir or anything when I was by your leg.”

Cadance's eyes closed as she unleashed the cutest giggle I'd ever heard in my life, the one slightly more high pitch than the rest, because she found something incredibly stupid, and yet, adorable. Usually, those giggles were reserved for me exclusively.

“Oh, you sweet little colt. You're not that tiny, hon.” Her left eye opened in a sultry way, it finding humor in how I looked against her colossal cheek. “I may be big to you, but I can still feel when tiny hooves are tickling my fur. How'd you like my stint with the book?”

She was playing with you all along...

“Come on! That's not fair, Cadance!” In my sudden anger, my forelegs came off her flank, which sprung forward at once, no longer held back. I went to stand when her cheek then knocked me, sending me falling right and onto my side. “Nnngh!”

“Isn't that cute! I don't even have to do anything for my rump to take its revenge.” One of her colossal pink hooves hovered out from the side of her barrel, coming to press itself against her lips, where she fought a laugh—and lost. “I wanted to see how badly putting my butt on display would affect you. Important stuff to know for our game, right honey?”

I pressed my shake forehooves against the hard grass, pushing myself up, knowing that my meager attempt to stand was being watched by the massive mare. Knowing that her muzzle was above me, that her one eye was still on me, all while her giant ass was to the side of me... it was all so sexily sublime.

“Though, now I have to worry about you not playing so hard to win.” The ground before my rocked, nearly sending my fly up. Looking forward, the pink hoof once against her lips had now slammed into the ground before me, rocking the ground. “Though maybe instead of pressing you against my ass, one of my stockings would be a better fit.”

The thick and round pillar of white against pink stretched up into the air, only arching slightly backward when my head was fully tilted back. Then it moved, making me look down again, as her golden clad hoof scraped to the right, making the ground tremble in response.

With it moved, my wife's muzzle was close behind to where it had been. Both of her colossal eyes set on my tiny form, and for a second, my legs trembled at just how much of her there was... and that now she was making threats.

And at this size, I had hardly any I could make of my own.

“And m-maybe that would be for the best!” Rising back onto my hind legs, I did my best to look tall before the giant. It was a wasted effort. “Being tucked in your thigh may give me more to be pressed against anyway!”

Cadance's eyebrow rose. “Shiny?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You do realize you're standing up, right?”

“So what?”

“You may want to look down.” A smirk that stretched left, longer than any road. “There's another part of you being more honest with me right now.”

With a blink, I glanced down at myself, seeing my black member erect in the air. When my gaze carried back up, my wife's eyes were rising at the same time. Though we both blushed, mine was hotter and bright, but Cadance could never tell that with the size difference between us.

I quickly realized that some things remained the same between us—no matter the size. Trying to play it bigger or stronger than I really was would just be a losing strategy. If we both clamped up when my... pride was about, then that meant I just needed to play this game by a new angle.

“So, um, S-Shiny.” Cadance cleared her throat as her eyes quickly looked to the right. “I think I finally figured the game out. W-Well, kind off.” There was a waver and near crack in her voice. Despite the boom of her pitch, something so large could still be so fragile, and that brought my heart some peace... along with a different kind of sensation flooding through my system. “I didn't get a whole lot of the stuff, so we're going to, ahem, play by some improvised rules.”

Even though she was looking to the left, one of her eyes were set on me, and though it was big, it was slightly lower than it should have been to look at me. A burning carried through the muscles of my thighs, and I quickly realized that I was still standing on my hind legs.

And then I knew exactly what Cadance was looking at.

She made herself as sexy as can be today. And while she sometimes be full of herself, she also needs something to keep herself... cool. Oh jeez. This is one of the few cases where being small is actually a turn on for mare. I fell onto my forehooves, blinking while I did so. Wait. If she ever calls my junk cute, I'm bailing out of this game.

“A-And before we do any of that, we need to set the stakes in stone.” Her gaze fully fell on me, her lips losing their smirk when I stood on all fours, hiding a little frustration rising in her voice when I hid away. I didn't have much to offer as Cadance did for me... just what about me, right now, was getting her off? “D-Do you really not want to be stuck inside my underwear? The goal was... you know, to get you close to me, so being tucked in my stocking would also, you know, count.”

I swore for a moment that tears would come coursing down her cheeks, or that laughter would come spilling out of her mouth, that playful and seductive way only she could do, opening her mouth slightly and closing her one eye.

But neither happened, and I felt guilty for thinking they ever could.

She's feeling a bit insecure because of something you said, jerk. I shook my head to rid myself of my thoughts, but it was always a losing cause—especially when they were right. Now your wife has gone through the trouble of setting up your favorite game, putting on your favorite linage, and putting on display your favorite rump.

I sighed as I lowered my head.

So stop thinking. Go on! Be a good husband.

“What are you mare, crazy?” I shook my head and threw up a foreleg into the air, taking a pose, one fueled by the board. “You've got nice thighs, Cadance, but they're hardly the best part about you! That—“ the massive orbs that were her violet eyes narrowed on me “—would be your personality, of course! But second place for sure would be your butt!”

Cadance closed an eye while turning her head slightly. “My personalty? Sure, hon!” Her other eye closed as well, and she put on a smile, beyond fake, that gave me a heart attack. “But please, keep going on about my ass.”

“Your rump already does that for you, honey!” I replied in character, hoping that my bravado would wane despite the heavy air my wife was giving off. “The best part about your flanks was how firm they were! To both the eyes and to the touch. They're the perfect size for your body, and at this size? They go on for miles! The biggest issue you had with your rump goes away when I'm shrunk!”

Her eyes snapped open and her smile went away. “And just what was my biggest issue, sweetie?”

The mind games become more dangerous at this size, Shining. Saying something dumb would net you a smack on the chest. If that happens now, even playfully? You'll be seeing those ceiling beams, further than the stars in the sky when you were normal size, very soon.

“It wasn't an issue that I had, b-but one you told me about! It was, um, when we were in bed, t-t-talking about cute mares?” Okay. Yeah. Just bring up other mares when you're already heated about having an issue about your wife's body. Shining's stupidity: one point. “We'd talk about what made them cute, of course. Though I always thought you had something better over them.”

Cadance cleared her throat, somewhere I could easily just as well end up, so I quickly got on with my point. “And then it came to Celestia, and then I started talking about how her flanks were bigger and softer and whiter than any clouds, and then you told me you were always jealous of her for that, and then agree-ee-eed!”

I caught myself mid-sentence. It was too late by then. My drawing out the word did not make things better for me at all. “Which doesn't matter now! Think about it, h-hon! In inch of your cheeks can utterly dwarf me now! You're practically bigger than Princess Celesta now, if not bigger!” My mind then went to Celestia, all this talking of her flanks causing them to enter my mind. “Though if she were here on this room now, resting her rump on the board...”

I was smart enough to not finish that sentence, but dumb enough to have started it.

“So this is what you've been thinking all along!” Cadance said as she threw up a hoof, and though I winced, fear wasn't about me. “Even though went through the trouble of putting on the tightest panties I owned, and letting you have all the fun you wanted with one of my flanks, you still are thinking about Celestia' rump the whole time!”

I lowered my hoof to the ground. “Not the whole time! In fact, I spent most of my cheek-hugging-time thinking about how great it would be inside your panties! Because the fabric would hug me against your flank, and your walking would do all the rubbing!”

Cadance shook her head, the thick curls of her mane swaying in the air. “My lazy and shameless husband. Oh, wherever did you go wrong?”

“The only thing wrong,” I started with a smile, “would be placed only in your stocking. But guess what? That's not going to be happening today—in either case!”

Cadance smirked. “You mean you've found a way to get Princess Celestia involved?”

“What? N-No!” I flicked a hoof at her, such a small action, but its impact was still the same. “Will you quite twisting my words, crazy mare? What I mean is that I'm going to win this game, and once I'm done packing our stuff, I'll show your flanks all the appreciation they deserve!”

“Is that so? Then fine! If we're declaring things, dear tiny husband of mine, then allow me to declare something of my own!” The ground rocked as the giant moved. The massive rump before me started to lift into the air, the parts of it flatten against the ground, around the small hill, rising into the air.

The trembles grew worse. The constant shaking of the board rocked through my hooves and coursed through my body, making me shiver in place, though it grew me intense, casing me to move left without me having to do a thing.

Before me, the sloping white thickness of Cadance's thick hind leg rose as well, arching up, starting from her thigh, while the rest of her leg followed. It stole my breath to see something so large and round move so quickly, though the speed kept to what I thought it would, showing that Cadance was once more putting on with a show—such simple actions of her body now becoming acts of themselves.

I wondered if she ever tried picturing the scene from my perspective, then acting on it.

And then the four pillars of her legs stretched high up, up to where they blurred from the sheer distance between us. Her trimmed chest entered my gaze, an expanse of soft pink, going on, nearly, for forever. Laughter then rung from above, causing me to fall onto my rump, craning my neck all the way back, doing my best to stare up at the muzzle that hung where clouds were supposed to float.

“And here's what I'm going to declare to you, Shiny!” The sound of wood creaking blew up in sound louder than any spell. Glancing to the right, I saw one of her forelegs rise into the air, like a tower building suddenly moving, the round hoof crashing into the expanse of Cadance's chest.

When you're tiny, the ordinarily becomes the extraordinarily.

“I'm going to play with your little body however way I please throughout this game, and you're going to endure it!” She gave a flick to her mane, smiling, and letting me see the powerful bounces of her mane—as if to show how something so inconsequential could now utterly dominate me by size alone.

And for whatever reason, my cock still ached below, keeping hard despite the lack of stimulation... or perhaps I was still getting it all along. With a gulp, I kept looking up at my massive wife, feeling smaller than the toys around me—the toys that were now hers.

“And when I kick your tiny butt, do you know what I'm going to do?” She had her head tilted and eyes closed when she said that. Seconds later, her hoof dropped from her chest, and her eyes opened, looking at me from the side. “I'm going to shrink you even smaller than you are now, and stuff you in my underwear for a week. Ha! That way, there will be too much of me for you to even think about Princess Celestia!”

My heart nearly dropped in my chest, that was, until I saw it—the wink. Quick, playful, and knowing. No matter where, in battle or in the bedroom, it was the small sign to let me know everything was alright, and to simply go along with it.

And remember we were on one of my old boards, I quickly got back into the character.

“Oh yeah? You sure you could ever shrink me small enough to make your rumps comparable? Nice try!” Once more I struck my hoof up, not because of bravado, but an honest belief I was to kick this giant mare's butt. “You're going down, evil mare. And I'll be the hero to stop you!”

Cadance cackled. “You think you and your tiny... sword, can do anything to me?!” I blinked. She just mocked my cock. I went to yell, but saw her left hoof lift from the ground—slamming back down. I was sent lying down on my back, clenching my left eye, losing my breath as her face above came flying down at my tiny form. “We haven't even rolled for our rolls yet, but I don't mind playing the cheeky princess for now!”

Cadance's muzzle then came crashing down at me, which caused me to run, though I didn't even take the first step before something nipped at my tail. At once, the fake green of the grass pulled away and shrunk as I rose into the air. My stomach lurched and vertigo took affect.

But it didn't last for long as a loud boom erupted from somewhere behind me. Letting my body swing back and forth, I looked down, along the expanse of the rising pink that was the chest and belly of my wife, and getting a moment to glance all the way down her legs.

Far below, her panty-clad plot had slammed onto the board, not even with force, though it was enough to utterly destroy a house. I'd seen it only seconds before both of her flanks came down on it, no resistance being met, as the weight of her flanks crashed into it. Some dust kicked up from around her bottom—but not much.

“We're going to haft to rwell of our rwolls now, sweeite.” I glanced up along my side to see Cadance's gigantic muzzle above me. Her teeth, each slightly bigger then me, had bit down on my tail, keeping my dangling out of her mouth. “Bwut we can't do it hwere fwore... rweasons...”

She could only talk using the other side of her mouth, which was funny to hear, though my heart pounded at her saying too much and accidentally letting me go. Each time she did talk, however, my body would dangle in the air. Sometimes I'd come swinging into the fur and skin just below her lips, batting my hooves against it to find some purchase of stability in my vulnerable state.

“So I'm gwonna haft to twuck you in hwere for naw... nowt that you will mwind.”

I wasn't given a chance to consider her words. Looking down at my wife's legs, she was sitting on her rump, straight up, with her pink thighs closed to together. On her right stocking, the blue of her magic appeared in a small sphere. It pulled the band of it away only by an inch—the perfect gap for a stallion of my size.

“Oh no! You better not—“

Her teeth let go of my tail, and while I fell backward, I saw her lips curl into a smile afterward. She had made sure to lean back slightly before her teeth let go, ensuring that the pillars that were her forelegs were erect just behind me.

~ 2 ~

Rolling for Roles

The wind cut into my ears while I flailed my hooves in the air, knowing it was useless, but my body demanding I at least tried something. Nothing but pink blurred around me, coming mostly from the arched chest and stomach of my wife. It scared me how utterly massive she was—that I could plummet through the air at high speed, and still, there was more of her rising at all sides.

And looking down wasn't much better of a sight either. The thickness of her right thigh was soon approaching, the band of the stocking pulled back enough for me to glimpse at was what to come. Darkness, matched with faint pink, was what laid on the other side of the opening.

No matter how much I flailed my arms, or tried my magic, it was all hopeless. My body now fell along side the the top of her thigh, its thickness slowly reaching out toward me the further I fell. Then idea struck me at once. Something worth at least trying.

Starting to twirl myself in the air, the motion sent me barrelling over to the left—right into the soft flesh of her thigh. It jiggled upon my impact, it impressing like a pink trampoline while sunk into it, though her softness quickly rebounded.

An amused sigh rung out from above, though I was too busy rolling down the thickness of the pink thigh to look. I threw my body into her plushness, trying to sink into it, hoping to slow myself down—anything to go against whatever Cadance desired in this little game of ours.

“What's the matter Shiny? You don't want to be tucked away by my thigh?” Laughter rang from above, the only sound aside from cutting wind, and its playful nature had a sinister edge to it. “I was hoping to use the magic there to slow you down into it, but if you want to go in hot... then be my guest!”

There was no sense in fighting it. While I rolled down the side of her thigh, coming off it every inch I travelled, I knew that throwing myself into it would just throw me off her hind leg for good. All I could do was throw my forelegs into the meaty flesh, causing me to stop rolling. I turned slightly and onto my stomach, sliding downward and toward the opening of her stocking.

“You may want to be careful honey! You're going to shoot right in there!” Of course Cadance was having her fun with all of this. And, as much as I hated to admit it, so was I. I'd still yet to finish from my earlier ministrations, and my cock had been pinned to my stomach, the squishiness of my wife's thigh keeping it stuck there.

“This isn't very nice, Cadance!” I yelled up at her, despite the distance between us. “Wanting to stuff me into the back of your panties is one thing... but your socks! C'mon!”

Laughter was my only response.

And then the opening of her stocking approach. The blue sphere of magic was the first thing to catch me, its magical pull slowing down my speed, but not stopping me. The light of the world became traded for dimness and faint pinkness as I slid past the band of her sock.

“Ooohooo! I feeeeeel you down there! You're like a little tickle travelling down my leg.” The flesh at my back jiggled against me while the giant mare shivered. It wasn't much, but at least my tiny actions still had a big effect on the massive mare. “But make sure to get yourself stuck real tight in there, okay? I need to do some walking, and I don't want you slipping out!”

The tightness of the sock and the thickness of her thigh pressed harder against me the further down I went. Moments later, and my speed fell away, both the article and the softness on either side of me finally slowing me to a stop. Her inner-thigh had reached its apex in size when I hit along the middle of it.

I'd finally become still, but at the same time, I was trapped deep within her nylon, caught against the thickest part of her thigh. But I didn't lose hope. With a few breaths, I was able to calm my body, taking a moment to drink in my surroundings.

As far as I could tell, I was currently upside down. Far below me, the faint light filtering through the fabric illuminated the slope of pinkness, teasing my vision with how it started to curve inward. If had slid any further, I might have just fallen to the bottom of Cadance's sock.

“Oh my... are you really in there, Shiny?” There came a thick shadow over my body at once. Raising my head against the fabric was a no go, but I could still tilt my head slightly, seeing upward. Even though the white stocking was thin, the fabric itself was rather thickly coated, allowing only light to come through. “I... can barely see you! But I know you're in there.”

“Of course I'm here! Where else would I have gone, you crazy mare!?”

“Youch! There's no need to yell, hon.” Something sounded from outside the sock, like something heavy and big cutting through the air, which then created a current of its own. It was impossible to see anything other than the white of her sock and the pink of her thigh, but I could feel the weight of her gaze staring down from somewhere outside of the sock.

“Shiny honey? Can you do me a favor? Try wiggling around a bit.”

“And why do you want that?”

“What's the matter? Don't trust me now?” She softly laughed. “I want to feel where you are. You're in my sock, hon, and it may be best to let the mare wearing it know where you are in it.”

I chuckled. “Really? I'm starting to think the opposite is true.”

“Is that so? What if I did something like this!” Seconds later, a loud metrical click rang from afar. Suddenly, my world stopped being so tight. The fabric of the sock pulled back, leaving me still pushed against the slope of my wife's thigh, but now able to move. “How'd you like that?”

I snickered, “A lot, actually! Now I'm able to move about your leg.”

“You're going to be wishing against that in a second.” I didn't know what she meant when she said that, but moments later, the meaning became known. The sock holding me then pulled further back, causing me to suddenly fall back and then downward, the thigh I was against no longer clumped together.

Around me, the sock shifted upward again, and the tightness of the fabric pressed into my back once more. I was flung into the thing, the spandex of the stocking snapping against me, keeping me locked once more.

“Are you sure that's something you still want, Shiny? I don't think you've had much time to think about it.” I could hear the smirk on her muzzle by the way she spoke. I could see her muzzle drawn close to hind leg, as close as she could bring it to her thigh, squinting one of her eyes for any traces of me against the fabric. “Let me do you a favour and walk you through what would happen, alright?”

I crossed my forelegs while she talked. It was hard to focus on anything when Cadance had just stuffed me into her stocking like it was nothing. But even here, with me reclining against her thickness of her thin sock, I couldn't bring myself to get mad at her.

The truth was that, even in here, I was still looking to finish what I had started earlier. The roller coaster ride along her thigh, which lead to me now being pinned against it, only stirred me to start outright humping her softness again—but that would only give away my position.

You can't let Cadance win. She's doing all this to get you horned up. You play worse and she holds all the cards.

“That's not true,” I whispered to myself, recalling at how flustered she got at seeing me small. “Her voice is flustered right now! She's... she's getting off to this as much as I am.” I blinked twice. “She's getting off to having a tiny stallion being trapped in her stocking!”

“Are you going to reply, Shinning?” Cadance's voice boomed from outside the sock, though it sounded louder and now closer. “I can't hear you unless you use your magic. Don't think you can get out of there without talking to me, sweetie.”

I glanced up only for a line of bright light to blind my eyes. Raising a foreleg to protect my gaze, I saw the brim of her white stockings, still held open and out, the blurry expanse of her belly out in the horizon.

“Alright hon,” I finally replied while a plan brewed in the back of my mind. “You want try and scare me? Do your best!” Gently, I pressed my forehooves into her thigh, letting it press into the soft flesh—just enough for me to have something to press again. “Having me against your thigh is having the opposite affect!”

“That's the problem, hon. You won't be against my thigh for long if I don't know where you are.” Her voice pulled away slightly. “I'm still sitting down right now, so there was enough of my thigh to catch your fall. But when i stand up? That tightness is going to fall away.”

Slowly, I worked my way up along her thigh. One hoof after another. Trying to stop my mind from getting distracted from how soft everything felt. My head and gaze were set upward, where her sock kept open. If I could crawl out of there without her noticing, then maybe I could launch a plan of my own.

“You falling just now? That's because I disconnected my stocking from my garterbelt.” The sudden pressure on my back drew a deep gasp out from my lungs. The white fabric stretched over my head, making the space inside her sock dimmer, all while the brim felt further away. “If it werent' for me holding my stocking up, you would have fallen aaaall the way down my sock!”

Crud! I didn't have time to stop and catch my breath—I had to keep climbing! I continued up her thigh, still subtle enough that she couldn't feel me. If I could just crawl upward just a few more times, I could make it out of her leg without Cadance ever knowing I was here.

“While I doubt you dislike it against my thigh, I can assure you being at the bottom of my hoof isn't much better.” That tone. That powerful but playful tone. Having a little stallion against her thigh made her so full of herself! “If you're lucky, you'll be caught in the middle, and you won't have to bear my full weight while I walk. But you'll still have to deal with the rest of my hoof flattening all around you!”

Was this mare crazy!? Stupid question. Of course she was! She was big and tall and powerful and had her tiny and weak and stupid husband caught far beneath the brim of one of her stockings. All that teasing I ever did about her small frame was thrown back in my face by very same frame—only now it was gigantic!

“There's just so many places I can keep you on my body that it's... it's... it's driving me crazy! I thought keeping you against my rump would be pleasant enough, but knowing your against my thigh, and I still can't feel you there? Oh honey, something about all of this is driving me wild!”

I started to scream while my world started to... not quite shake, but sway. My forehooves hugged her thigh out of reflex, feeling like if I didn't hold onto them with all my strength, that all of her words would come true, and I would go plummeting to the bottom of her sock.

“I-I felt something tickle against my thigh! Or was that poke? Oh, who cares!”

I expected for a large hoof to press against the fabric, and then against me, confirming to its owner exactly where I was. But it didn't happen. The sound and movement of her swaying thigh took me for a ride that made me hold harder, the squishy flesh jiggling in the air, sometimes flatting against the fabric whenever the two came into contact.

And I could hear and feel the same thing happening on the other side from me. It took a few blink of my eyes to realize that Cadance was sitting there, almost like a filly, swinging her thighs together out of rejoice! Knowing that her little husband was tucked away and against one of them.

“I can't even bring my thighs together right now, but knowing you're down there is just... filling me with so much energy! You have to tell me how it's like in my stocking, honey!”

“Stop swinging your hind legs!” I yelled back while still holding onto the flesh, feeling my hot member sink into her softness. That was not what I needed right now. “Then maybe I can tell you what it's like, alright?”

“You promise to tell? I may do something you don't like if you lie.”

“I'm not going to lie—so quit it already!” I sweat I was on a filly rather than a mare. Cadance could get that way when she was excited and, while it could be a bit draining, the adorable factor made up for it. But being tiny and and a part of her actions changed my patience slightly. “Just calm down already, alright?”

“Is that a threat?”

There's not much you can actually do right now, other than play with her mind.

“You're getting off to the idea of your tiny husband being stuck in your stocking, right?” The swaying of her leg had finally come to an end. I had to clench my teeth together to clam my body from throwing up. “Parts of your body are like a whole world to me! You won't get fully experience that feeling unless I give you my perspective, right?”

Loud humming came from beyond. “Okay. Since I love you, I'll give you chance to describe ho great my thighs are.”

Still full of yourself, are you? That'll be your downfall, Cadance!

“Well, they're utterly big at this size.” I hugged her flesh—feeling it envelope around my shaft—as I used it to slide myself upward. When she shook her legs together, the stocking had fell slightly from around her hindquarters, bringing its brim closer to me. “It's hard to see much when I'm inside here. Either I'm being pressed into your thigh, which I kinda sink into, or I'm stuck against the soft silk of your stocking.”

“And does my leg just go oooooon for ages?”

I coughed. Tilting my head back, the brim of the stocking was just two more climbs away. It was a shame Cadance was sitting though. Had she been standing, then I would have gotten to see something a bit more interesting then the bottom of her barrel.

“It really does... and you were right about the falling part.” I sighed as I fed into her playful ego. It wasn't something she took seriously, though sometimes, a game of pretend could take her for a trip far deeper than she was expecting. “It really was your thigh that saved my life. If you had your stocking clipped loosely enough to your garterbelt, then I could crawl all around your thigh decently enough.”

Cadance giggled. “But if you went anything lower than my thigh, you'd fall down to the bottom of my hoof.” The loud shift of her hoof pushing off the ground echoed into my ears, a faint shadow travelling over the brim of the sock. “They're always saying thick thighs save lives, but that's actually the case in your situation, isn't it, Shiny?”

I coughed and turned my head while I climbed. “They're doing a lot more than saving my life, Cadance.”

“Aren't you just the honest little husband,” Cadance said with an edge to her tone. “Since you're telling the truth, then maybe I can give you a few hints as to what's happening outside your temporary home.”

Temporary home? Finding myself trapped in her panties would give me more than two excellent things to do. But being trapped inside one of her stockings for a while? I think I'd actually die of boredom.

“Right now, I have the strap of of my stocking disconnecting from my garterbelt.” Laughter from her. “That's why everything in there is so loose! I'm only using my magic to keep the sock on. That, and, well, some of my thigh is keeping it up as well.”

I chuckled back. “I guess that's something you're proud of?”

Giggles. “Very. If I pull the stocking away from my leg, then you'll go down falling it.” Seconds passed before she spoke again, like an idea had struck her mind, and that was not something I liked in this kind of situation. “But if I pulled it up very tightly...”

Everything went dark at once. The pressure on my back tried to become one with my skin. It became tight all around me, forcing me into her thigh, my body now a bugle against the sock. My forehooves still scrambled upward, though the tightness around me stopped that.

“Oh my... is that you, Shiny?” A shadow passed over me at once. “I can see you now! You're... just a small little budge in my stocking! Just a tiny little inch against my big thighs! It's all so adorable and sexy at the same time!”

C-Crud! She's got me! No, think. Cadance can only see you when she pulls up her sock. There's no way she'll keep it held like this the whole time. The moment you see a break, make it, and she'll lose track of you again.

“I just want to play with your little body in there so much!” Something even harder pressed into my back, impressing me further into the pink thigh, feeling its softness well around and above me. I tried wiggling against the force, but it was pointless. “My hoof just covers you right up, doesn't it! Oh, we could spend all of this session with me just rubbing you against my thigh. Would you prefer that more hon?”

I fought to raise my head from the thigh, even if only by an inch, so my words wouldn't come muffled. “We... have a game to play!”

“That's your answer?” She sighed. “That's disappointing.”

The ground lurched once more. I could feel through the shiver that went through her leg that the titanic mare was rising from the floor. The flesh of her thigh pulled away from me, dropping slightly, gravity, for once, saving my life.

“I guess we'll go roll for our rolls then, hon.” The distant scratching of metal wasn't pleasant on my ears as I heard a faint click. The sizzling sound of magic from above started to fade, leaving me gulping at was to come next. “I'll have to take us to a different section of the board though. I hope you don't mind taking a ride from in there!”

I went to say something, but it was all pointless. Cadance was the giant mare that got to call the shots for the moment, and there was nothing I could do about it. The magic ceased from above, and I started to drop, but it did not last for long.

The rest of her thigh filled out within the article. Her softness caught me at once, pinning me gently against the fabric that was at my back, something that now felt looser than before. I still probably for a tiny bulge on the other side, a sight that would amuse Cadance to no end.

“All safe and tucked away, Shiny?” Her voice came from somewhere beyond. Turning my head, I saw through the tiny gaps in the silk, seeing the distant muzzle of my love. It's massive length covered the space in-between her forelegs, her head upside-down as both of her eyes were set on me. “You're not struggling, so I'll take that as a yes.”

I lost my breath from inside the sock. It was never like Cadance to tease me this much or to be this playful. Something was different about her, and though I enjoyed our sexy games, this was taking it all to a new level. Half of me knew to play along and enjoy myself, while the other half of my wondered if it should be worried that something else was going on.

“I'm going to start walking now, okay honey?” Cadance's muzzle pulled out from underneath her barrel, rising into the air. Slowly, the mare's body move, a walking collusm. “You may struggle a bit with my movements, but I'm sure you'll get used to swaying soon enough!”

I was so close! Outside my prison, could hear the rise and fall of her long and round legs, making the ground rock with each of her steps. Each were slow and deliberate, letting the power of her walk ring out to me.

Did that change things for Cadance at all? Knowing that she had a tiny stallion tucked against her thigh, did it cause her to realize how powerful her steps were? How it all would sound and feel from my perspective? If that were the case, then she had won back her ability to create suspense.

There was no way to describe how each of her steps across the board felt from inside her stocking. Of sensing her hoof booming far below, on and across my board, the only thing that was of scale to my size.

Well, the same was kind inside the sock. Even though the world was utterly gigantic, things were a bit more my scale from inside her sock. Sure, her thigh was huge and her leg stretched on till forever, but I could still crawl along the slope of her thickness.

The world was simply too big for me, but by being in a part of Cadance, I could find a new world that suit me fine.

Not that that meant I was going to give up. Whenever Cadance lifted the leg I was in, the stocking pulled away from my back, allowing me a quick chance to scramble upward. Doing this on the very leg that was rising and falling wasn't exactly ideal, but it was all that I had left.

And then her hoof would come crashing down into the ground. The vibrations of such made her thigh jiggle, sending me sliding downward a bit—but no further than where I had started back up. The fabric would hold me in place, and I would wait for the leg to raise again, taking my chance once more.

You need to get to the brim at least. There's no sense in making a plan if you can't see anything other than pink. If you make it there, then maybe you can make a jump for her tail or something. Either way, climb solider.

I followed through with my own advice. Crawl after crawl, hearing the distant booming of her steps. I clung to the thigh fully when there was a thrown in sway to her step, which would then be followed by a hum—Cadance's special way of teasing me.

You're almost there Shiny! Just a little more!

I climbed and I climbed and I clung and I clung until the light of the world reached its brightest through and against the whiteness. Finally, and after a heavy exhale, I reached the underside of her brim.

Now to squeeze through without her noticing.

I actually waited until Cadance finished her step before trying my plan. Her legs crashed down a few seconds later, the shiver causing her thigh to jiggle. I then made my move. Turning myself around, I pushed my back against her thigh, feeling myself sink slightly.

After that, I pushed my hind legs into the fabric itself, knowing it was futile to actually push it away. No. I did that so I would be pressed more into the softness of her thigh, using the the small gap created to then push myself upward.

My head and chest got caught by the brim of her stocking. Both sides pressed on me tightly only because I made it to their joint holding point. From here, so long as I didn't start to hyperventilate, all I had to do was wiggle myself through to the other side.

You're almost free from her thigh! This is the last stretch. Do what you have to. But just get this over with Shiny!

I pushed and I pushed. My body sunk even more into her squishy plushness while I inched ever upward. Seconds later, her leg rose again, and I with me still pressed against it, I rose with it, feeling my upper-body being pushed up the brim of the white stocking.

All at the cost of it snapping against my belly, and thus, my cock seconds later. I hung over the brim trying to catch my breath, feeling the tightest part of the fabric now pinning my dick against my stomach, and I was too tightly fixed in place to hope to do anything.

But really, it was the snap against my dick that nearly finished me. Everything that had happened, mixed with what was occurring now, kept me from putting down my erection. But so long as Cadance continue to be big and sexy, I don't think I had a chance of my cock going away on its own.

Just don't focus on it, Shinning. Cadance is still walking, thinking you're trapped against her thigh. Okay, so that may still be the case, but not in the way she's thinking. You have to think up a plan before she bring her muzzle back down again.