Roll for Her

~ III ~

Roll for Dexterity

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

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

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

Now how do I go about this..?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Shining.” Cadance muttered.

“Hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The coming doom is welcomed.”

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

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

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

With a mighty roar the skeletons charged.

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

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

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

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

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

The skeletons resumed their attack with even greater vigor.

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

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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