Roll for Her

~ VI ~

Moral Standings are Lustful Downfalls

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

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

“Cadance.”

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

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

“Honey? Look at your groin.”

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

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

Crawling through a crop of her...

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

Until he sunk into the sea of pink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Snake eyes, damn.”

Now Cadance’s eyes shot open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until the stimulus was gone.

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

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

He really meant to leave.

And she really meant for that not to be.