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.