Roll for Her

~ IV ~

Following Her Most Personal Curve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And here it came.

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

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

She looked drunk from a rock concert.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cadance actually narrowed her brow in serious inquiry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, that would only be a mistake.

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

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

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

“S-Shiny!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stallion left to the essentials.

Ebony underwear.

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

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

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

Then the horde came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But none beyond the waistband.

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

It cut through.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Had she caught wise?

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

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

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

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

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

“No hero ever would!”

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