Roll for Her

~ V ~

Temptations from the Mistress

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll cut my way out.”

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

“Damn! My mortal weakness.”

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

“Evil never pays.”

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

“...”

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

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

The planes stopped rising.

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

And the scent: sweetly musky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You cheated!”

“Me? Witches never cheat.”

“Lies!”

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

“A-And... if not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until now.

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

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

“S-S-Shiiiiiny!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

My chance to take the lead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cadance absentmindedly squeezing herself together down there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not unless lust is paired with love!”

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

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

“Then so be it!”

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

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

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

Words silenced. Attack strung. Her weakness.

Tickles.

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

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

No dice. Not there. But still somewhere

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

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

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

Her hoof made contact.