The Lucky Star in the Setting Sunset

Chapters

II | Closer than Physical
III | Trouble in Trio
IV | Under the Tongue
V | Chest to Heart
VI | No Mountain High Enough
I | First Meetings to Belly Greetings

II | Closer than Physical

~ II ~

Closer than just Physical

The Fall Formal was either a time for friends or for people to become friends. The passing of a season and entry into something new. Winter and cold meant a lot more in the days of the past. People had to join together while the air was warm, while they were still warm, joining before the cold came.

Something better handled once all came together and, even if some became cold, their previous warmth was known. Celebrations like these were devised for such reasons. Even if the cues and cause for them weren’t threats as they once were... the joining of people, the exchanging of warmth, the promises to each other of better tomorrows were good causes in of themselves.

Lucky Star sat on a crate with her legs over the edge, kicking, swinging through the air. Many of her friends rocked the floor in the stomping of their feet. The vibrations jolted through the wood and underneath her rear. It wasn’t an effect she minded much.

Though action was happening all around her... the miniature girl was taken to the playing of her mind.

She’s not here. Not that she would come. But... she’s not anywhere in school either. Star tilted back her head, blowing a heavy breath, unable to escape the constricting of her skin to something not being right. Things didn’t blow over as much as she would like. And it doesn’t look like anyone else is trying hard to find her either.

The last few days were strange, but not due to being uncomfortable, though rather, evoking growing concern. Lucky felt watched. Down the halls. In the class. Eating on the table in the cafeteria. When the weight of a gaze settled on Lucky’s shoulders, the miniature girl looked around, spotting, though without giving it away, the worried eyes of Sunset.

Were her words true? It didn’t feel like she scared me to be terrifying. Lucky dipped forward, lifting a foot onto the wooden edge. Hugging the knee against her chest, she cradled herself, rocking back and forth. Just felt like one outsider speaking to another. Two different paths for the same kind of person. Even in an evil way—she was telling me to better look out for the world around me.

And considering how Lucky was nearly sat on by countless couples walking past the box she sat on... Sunset was right to advise more caution. Lucky wouldn’t have believed she’d need it. But having it scared into her, well: matters were given a more profound, second thought.

Scared me when she had to. Caring and concerned and protecting after that. Even if she never said a thing. If Sunset had done it only to be mean... then all this looking out wouldn’t make sense. Rather, she wanted to help. Only didn’t want anyone thinking that at all. For such a strong and powerful girl... you’re also a complex puzzle, aren’t you?

The incident before rushed to mind. Battle of two powers at the front of the school. Sunset had transformed into something else, like a demon—what people believed her to really be underneath the surface. Lucky didn’t see that. All she witnessed was a monster with the eyes of a lost, terrified girl.

But few—if any—saw that.

Staying here isn’t going to clear my mind—not with this music playing. Luck rose from the crate and begun her journey across it. Getting down would be tricky. Across the dance floor trickier. But her added caution to the world rendered such treks possible. Maybe there’s better luck outside. If not... at least fresh air is nice.

She’d been sitting in the crater.

Though the trek was long, far, and mixed with the soreness of aching legs... Lucky arrived at the edge of the crater to see the towering woman sitting there. Legs dangled over it, staring into its center. Her face and eyes lost to the world. Stuck in heavy contemplation—the type not kind on the mind.

“I know you’re there.” Lucky shivered at hearing the voice. She’d neared the bottom of the giant’s jeans, gazing across the landscape of Sunset’s back. It was slumped. Shoulders the same. Total dejection. “Go back to the party. Get too close and I may shift my bottom and sit on you.”

“And you think I wouldn’t like that?”

Sunset’s head lifted if only by an inch. It turned, tilting, eyes now glowing from over the edge of her shoulder. Only their topside could be seen. Brilliant and piercing and fixated entirely on the tiny. “Still haven’t learned your lesson—have you? Small and alone and before the great bad. Do you know all the horrible things I could do to you... without anyone knowing.”

Lucky shrugged. “I’d probably enjoy half those things.” Then nodded. “And the other half you couldn’t force yourself to do.”

“Like swallow you?”

“By accident.”

“Still did it.”

“And still coughed me up and ensured I was okay.”

“What are you trying to pull here?”

“Not trying to pull anything.” Lucky came around the broad bottom of the girl, not that it wasn’t overly vast, but rather, became so in the size difference. In truth it was supple and achieved perfect curvature—filling out the denim ever so slightly. “Just the kinda girl that calls things as she sees them. Tend to notice more than the usual person at this size. Even if only because small things are bigger to me.”

Lucky took a seat next to the giant, both of them sitting upon the edge of the crater, not saying words, not doing acts. They kept in silence. Sometimes speaking the right words at the right time isn’t the right thing to do. Maybe, given the current context, sitting there, silently, and being there is all it takes to earn the trust of a villain.

Sunset cried.

Not outright. Never loudly. But streams coursed from the welling of Sunset's eyes and created a river down the slope of her cloven cheeks. She didn’t dare glancing at the tiny. Not a word or a phrase or a wisecrack or a whimper. Silently crying...and not terribly upset by it.

Lucky didn’t have to say anything either. Only placing her hands onto the asphalt and leaning back, stretching, warmed by the moonlight. Being there was enough. Letting the big girl let it all out, without being judged or advised or anything of the sort paved the way for connection. And in genuine connection: came truth.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person,” Lucky said upon fixating on the stars, becoming lost in the greatness of space. It had a slowing, cooling, and peaceful effect on her body. One always looked at the big picture when confronted with the biggest thing of them all. “Despite the stories. Enduring the rumors. Everything always seemed inflated... little bit off from the truth.”

“...they spoke the truth.”

“Maybe they spoke some of it,” Lucky countered. “What they saw and felt and went through. Not that you didn’t do anything bad or aggressive.” She shook her head. “Just seemed like someone special who got lost along the way. One thing goes wrong, react badly to something after, things snowball... something like that.”

“Know m-my life story?”

“Hardly.” Lucky glanced up to the face of the giant, which turned to meet it, tears streaming fully. “Only got swallowed by you a few days ago.”

“Har-har.” Sunset rubbed beneath her eyes. “Keep talking like this... and I might do it again.”

“And once more: you think I have an issue with that?” Lucky chuckled, and seconds later, Sunset did so too. She tried fighting back the tears, to repress her crying. But the acceptance of it... allowed her to indulge in the pent-up release. “But I have seen you keeping an eye out for me. Spreading word for people to pay better attention for the tiny girl running past their feet. Even had a few people become my friends if only to appease you.”

“Wimps.”

Lucky laughed. “Had trouble holding myself back from saying the same thing. No friendship in merely making friends.” She shook her head. “They meant well. But meaning well and doing well doesn’t always mean the same thing.” She glanced to the face still coursing with streams of salty waters. “You’d know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you?”

Sunset sniffled. “Maybe. You the exception?”

“You don’t get a wit this sharp without accidentally cutting a person or two.” Lucky swallowed. “But I did my best to make things right after every time I mess up. I think that makes me a good person.” She lowered her head. “And you did exactly the same as me, so...”

“Think that cheap logic is going to work?”

“Prove me wrong if you will.”

“I’ve... lived a bad life.” Sunset rose her knees into the air. “Started off good though bore one or two insecurities. Lived with a princess and a mentor that loved me... but not enough to make it deeply known.” She hugged them against her chest, laying her head atop them. “From what I hear, she did better on her next student. Guess that makes me the failed project, huh?”

“Do you know she feels that way?”

“Haven’t written a letter in ages.”

“Maybe things can be worked out?”

“This crater begs to differ.”

“Ever presume to be a decent person grasped by something terrible?” Lucky mimicked the massive girl by doing the same. Hugging herself tightly made it easier to talk deeply with the giant. “Lost yourself to bad causes, and yet, did well when you could. And tonight feels like something’s changed within you.”

“Some sixth-sense you’ve got there.”

“Took it from inside your stomach,” Lucky said. “Did you know there’s a treasure chest in there?”

“Gold eater instead of gold-digger?” Sunset shrugged. “Guess I can take that.”

“I prefer kind and caring girl looming beneath the surface,” Lucky continued. “You’re someone special. No denying that. But you play it to the heights of a villain while trying to do as much good as you can once you’re not in the spotlight. People already respect you. Why do you think that will change if you do?”

Sunset sniffled. “Suppose... it’s a part of me now.” She shook her head as if to fight away certain thoughts—but they crept on her the same. To her respect, however, she fought, answering, every one. “The part of me that feels more, better, is tied within that character. It allows me to be something above myself.”

“And you think if you dropped the act... everything else about you would do the same.”

“Can’t be certain.” Sunset nodded. “But it seems possible.”

“Cut it! You know it won’t be like that.” Lucky stood from the edge, walking across it. Coming to the side of the giant’s legs, she placed her hand, letting it sink into denim, connecting with the body, the skin beneath. “You’ll still be teasing and intelligent and witty and so many other things. Your fundamental base doesn’t change. It’s just how you express it does.”

Sunset wiped her eyes a final time. “Heh. That’s what you think? It’s not the character giving me strength, but rather, the reverse?”

“You were strong whenever you dropped your character.” Lucky rubbed across the lowest-portion of Sunset’s thigh. It probably went unfelt. But the act itself, what it meant, shuddered through the towering woman. “How could you still be so great when you weren’t playing a part? Maybe something of you hoped for more. But... rarely does absolution come from within.”

Sunset chuckled as her legs pulled away from her chest. She exposed herself again, more of her body. The front of her top pushed out by the contained-mountains of her breasts. Perfectly defined against the fabric to the rising inch of every curve. The fibres coated it, supplementing their shape—allowing for greater sensation to both the eyes and the lucky hand.

“You’re not a usual student, are you?”

“Jeez.” Lucky shrugged. “What gave you that impression?”

“Guess I’m not much of a normal student either—not even in the world before this.” Sunset had stopped peering into the crater. “Should have learned my lesson the first time... but I guess second time's the charm, right?” Pushing her hair over her shoulder, she gazed above and over the disaster. “New world. New place. New life.”

“Coward.”

“...what?”

“You’re a coward! We go through all the only for you to keep playing a coward!” Lucky stepped back from the curved dam of denim, her head tilted all the way back, gaze travelling over the towering span of Sunset’s body—staring at her head looming where clouds belonged. “Doesn’t matter how great you are! Everyone makes mistakes! Some small and some severe.”

“This is way too far in the latter.”

“And you didn’t get any wisdom from this talk? That stuff is supposed to cause you to make less of them.” Lucky held her arms out to the sides, fully putting herself out there. To some, however, she may have looked like she wanted to be picked up. “You’ve learned from your mistake! You’ve begun to improve! Running away because you feel bad isn’t something you do for others.”

“And what are you proposing?” Sunset fired back with zero hostility in her voice. It’s choking of every other word ensured that. “Tell everyone I’m sorry? Make friends with all I bullied for the last few years? Convince everyone I’m not a demon.”

“People change or can be changed.” Lucky dropped her arms to her sides. “Improve from this. Slowly prove it. You’ll win a few people by this.” She nodded with determination. “Earn their forgiveness and become filled with genuine friendship. You’ll improve overall from it. People will notice the greatness used to better effect... and want to be close to you again.”

“Forgiveness, huh?” Sunset fully turned as her butt slid against the ground, the colossal front of her body twisting into view. Lucky stumbled back a few steps, needing to do so, if only to see the head beyond the black, covered mountains jutting out from Sunset’s chest. “How about you? After everything I said and did. Even though I tried being nice and making things right.” She swallowed. “Could you genuinelyforgive someone who did that? Not mere words. But truly forgive them?”

It should be noted that Lucky, in giving her answer, didn’t hesitate a second. “Course I would! Already did the day after.” She grinned. “Really think I’d go through all this hassle if I didn’t? Just doesn’t make logical sense! Tee-hee!”

Sunset didn’t have any words as she cried again and, much like before, the beats of denial were tamed by the same means that encouraged success. Out from the side, the crane of a golden hand swooped the tiny girl, rolling her onto a series of fingers—before meshing them into the plushness of her left mountain.

Lucky didn’t mind as she sunk into the softness of the buttery mound, the padding accentuating the feeling, a sporadic heartbeat lulling like a melody. Sunset held Lucky close to her heart, allowing her to recline on her personal mountain. An intimacy forgotten for a decade. The resolution found... because confessing your sins to a minuscule lady rendered the act a little easier to do.

III | Trouble in Trio

~ III ~

Trouble in Trio

Lucky and Sunset drew close without words, that night and the act it bore, everything said and done, all of it solidifying a trust in the other. It’s those in our lowest points offering their hands—regardless of sizes—that we come to come to have faith in for, at their greatest base, we can see they are a good person.

And regardless of what is said and done on the surface, this fact remains the same, always, and, every so often, the profound moments we find we each other confirm if it has changed or not. One knows a friend by feeling alone. If friendship is felt... then nothing greater is required.

Not many girls could ride on the shoulders of the one who teased and bullied and swallowed her, and yet Lucky did it with ease, learning the sways of the titanic frame, keeping hold to a lock of hair not for safety, but rather, the texture and closeness to the person that it then implied.

The ground was composed of wood and the drapes in the distance were red and velvet. Spotlights shone through the dense fibres, faintly, allowing dimness backstage. Sunset leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, relaxing, while Lucky sat on her shoulder.

Having a pet for a friend—or a friend for a pet—allowed interesting situations.

The Rainbooms had just been on. Every practice fighting for progress to defeat the Sirens. It was possible. They believed in it, in each other and, perhaps hardest of all, in themselves. Time drew short until their greatest show was to be performed. None could be sure of its result.

But instead of worrying about such things, the tiny girl peered over the shoulder of the giant—glimpsing at the side to the fabric-mountain—until losing her vision to the vistas of the ground below. Gazes lost to blurriness were easier swept into a stream of consciousness.

I knew it was going to take a few for the school to treat the big girl a bit better... but I guess everyone still has their reservations. Lucky didn’t feel fear in gazing across the size and scale of the giant as it sprawled downward. Though towering and imposing and subtly sexy and commanding... not once had fear been a stimulus to her anymore. Sure! Maybe seeing a devil becoming a demon may earn a shudder or two.

She shook her head. But surely a few months of good behaviour stands for something, right? Or is that just me? Probably just me. In glancing back to the mountains effortlessly composed and strained by the fabric of the top, however, enlightened Lucky to a few things. Maybe it being me is a good thing for now. Haven’t gotten close to those two since that night. Damn it! Should have milked it when I could.

Lucky’s thoughts, of course, surpassed selfishness.

At least these girls are a couple of real ones. Lucky smiled upon leaning back her head. Gazing to the right showed the remaining land of the covered shoulder unto the base of the rising neck, leading to the face above. Sunset was looking down with her creamy cheek imitating a soft cliff. It’s the close friends that know enough and care enough to set you better and right. She was lucky to strike out with them.

Lucky then blinked. Is it lucky that she came besties with me? Am I objective in that statement, or is that arrogance? Confidence, more likely. She exhaled from the exertion of her thoughts. If I’m a good person, then it means it’s good she’s friends with me. No wait. That’s me thinking too highly of myself. Because I’m lucky to be friends with her. Especially when she’s a knockout.

A tilt of the head to the left. Did I do all this simply because Sunset’s hot? It’s likely. But I also like to think of myself as a better person than that. She nodded and slammed a fist into a palm. A good person! Her shoulders slumped. Drat. So this is why I don’t think of myself often. Easier to reflect on what others do.

Lucky was a very complex girl.

Luckily the drapes to the stage were drawn to the sides, opening to the ending of the performance, the six walking, tired and drained, not depressed but projecting the air of it. Their footsteps clattered in discord to behind the set. Sunset was knocked from her trance with a hopeful smile borne across her lips.

“H-Hey! Been reflecting on your performance while you played!” Sunset took her foot off the wall and took a step forward, but not one more, opening herself though keeping still. “You girls are definitely getting better!”

She went ignored.

“That performance sucked.” Rainbow Dash pushed the guitar over her shoulder as it then slit into place. Its strap was pulled taut by its weight—it being not the only one. “Everyone was off to my beat.” She glared at the girls. “Why can’t any of you keep rhythm?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Sorry, darling, but don’t you mean your rhythm? My cadence is instinctual when it comes to my instrument. Our goal is the joining of all of our blends rather than your ‘beat’ as it t’ were.”

Sunset perked up. “Or maybe it’s—“

“Or maybe it’s everybody here tryna play leader!” Applejack stomped her boot in the step forward. “Y’all are trying to call the shots like it’s even your place in the first place! Why can’t y’all shut your traps and learn to listen for once.”

The bickering continued.

This isn’t like them. These girls are stronger than this. Less petty at least.

Lucky glanced to the sunny cheek of the giant once more, a chin-held high though bearing eyes dipping low, not in thought nor contemplation, but rather, internal contempt. Moods are felt at proximity. Riding Sunset—non-lewdly—shared internal surges.

“Don’t sweat ’em.”

Sunset blinked as though hearing the sound from afar, that was, until her corner-gaze settled on the tiny. She looked at Lucky with bewilderment, which, of course, was met with a thumbs-up. “These girls are sweating the small stuff only because they’re frustrated. Don’t look too much into it. Maybe hashing everything out later will clear everything.”

Sunset fixated on her. The brilliance of those eyes, massive and powerful, resting on a tiny body. It was hard for Lucky to not swallow, fighting the urge to scratch at her neck or throat or anywhere at all. Sunset was beautiful when she looked transfixed in another world, though whatever she saw, its impact on her was beautifully reflected in those glimmering pools.

Okay. Now I understand. I forgave her easily because of how sexy and beautiful she is.

Lucky had the selfish thought of wondering such a friend could have been scored if she wasn’t previously evil. But such routes, though reflective of the character thinking about them, thankfully, never had to be embarked in the first place.

Sunset finally smirked as the colour of confidence spread across her face once more. “I knew there was a reason why I let you ride on my shoulder.”

Nearing the end of their exchange, however, saw to the girls leaving. No word or beckon or anything of the sort. Only bickering and walking away. It caught Sunset by surprise to see them suddenly go. It’d been a theme stroking her deepest fears.

All of the girls filling out through the door, the giant took a step toward them, that was until the trio appeared. Filling out in-front of her, each a foot from the other, two with hands-on their waists, one with her arms crossed.

The Dazzlings.

Of course.

“Isn’t this a treat to see?” Adagio took out from the middle of the group, arms still crossed, flaunting her hair with a tilt of her head. “Nice little pack you’ve found, Sunset Shimmer. How goes the villain reform?”

Sunset shrugged—Lucky stumbling to the pelting of feet against the skin—to the question. “Not asked to perform often.”

“So you know how to rhyme after all?” Adagio tilted her chin up. “If that’s the case, then why aren’t you in the band?”

Lucky continued to watch the affair and still held to a curled strand of hair. Even though Sunset’s expression kept inside annoyed confidence, the air projected was unlike that, a mere veil to what she felt.

Sunset never stood up for herself, for reasons of the past and, when asked to explain them, did so gladly blaming her every act. From confidence to nothingness and little uses of wit. This was the first time, however, she truly needed to stand up for herself. All without the power of arrogance stemming from being a villain.

“Who can’t rhyme? Keeping rhythm is what’s tricky.” Sunset gave a shake to her head to the flying of her hair, composing a curved wall reminiscent of the inside of a tornado. “But I sincerely doubt that’s the kind of stuff you girls wanted to talk about. What is this, anyway? Elementary school bullying?”

Lucky giggled. Okay. Maybe I was thinking too deeply on that one.

“What! Don’t be silly—we’re just bored and saw you here back alone!” Adagio took another step forward, and then another, her towering frame drawing close. Lucky felt safe on the shoulder of a titan, but even then, her safety felt more owed to Sunset. “Get a judge for who and what you are. One of us had a worry, maybe, you’d be an issue.” Adagio snapped her hand into Sunset’s chest, pushing her back with a flick. “But without your power and confidence, you really aren’t much, are you? And any knowledge you may have is useless without sharing it with your friends. But you can’t really call them your friends—can you?”

Sunset chuckled, and despite this, her eyes lowered. “Maybe we’re not there yet. But I don’t blame them for that.” The corner of her eyes caught the tiny standing there and, seeing the small one standing tall, found the courage to do the same herself. “Takes time to prove you’ve changed—both to yourself and others.”

She nudged toward the tiny. “And so long as I have one friend to support me on the journey... then I don’t care how long it takes.” Her eyes then settled back on the trio, her gaze not burning, but her perception now piercing. “Those are the feelings you girls were so desperate to find out. Have fun tearing them apart. Words with malicious intent mean nothing to me now.”

You know I don’t like it when you talk poorly of yourself... finally starting to accept what you did... and why you did it. Lucky smiled from those thought as something more than them coursed through her. Becoming a balanced girl beyond the body department? I’m going to lose you if I don’t find a way to make myself ten out of ten quick!

“Huh.” Adagio narrowed her eyes. “It appears you’ve grown—even by a little. Warms my heart to see the weak become stronger. So much personal tension and emotional energy to devour throughout that transition.” There was a smooth spasm shaking down her body from the tingle of her own words. “Most are sensitive and confused and vulnerable around such a time. It makes them... easy targets for high returns.”

She pushed her body into Sunset. The crashing of frames sent trembles across each, minuscule to them, world-rocking to Lucky. She held onto a strand and lifted her feet from the shoulder—only for the hair to swing in a circle, a small one at least, rocking her in place.

“But easy work for easy pay is an easy way to die inside.” Adagio said. Her tongue spilled from between her licks, licking across their length, impressing upon its suppleness. “It’s cracking cases like you where the spark comes. The little something more from life that gives certain acts their tastes. But in this... I’d never thought it’d be literal.”

Adagio parted her lips to reveal the velvety texture of her unrolling tongue. There was a sheen of saliva covering the appendage as it drew out, curving, promising soft and firm bedding. Little bumps seeming with taste. Vines within the slimness of the maw drooping with the seconds passing.

The whole time she kept her eyes on Sunset, exhaling a warm breath of peppermint, it having been tinged with something else. The whiteness of the teeth was barely seen from the lack of light. Even the depth of the cave was hinted at as the dense wall of black loomed near the back.

And then a hand snatched Lucky from the shoulder.

Quick and without warning. Swipe then grabbed and then pulled back. Five fingers weren’t necessary to wrap around the diminished girl, but it was done anyway, the tiny rolled into the center of the curled hand. Adagio lifted her fist to display the smaller friend, tucked within its center, head and arms the only parts outside of its hole.

Lucky took a second to breathe upon taking in the situation. There was a platform of softness around her, warm flesh feeling supple and sinkable given a few inches. The roundness of the creamy land sprawled into the lane, composing the side of a wrist, it leading further and up, blurring as it came, distant haze on the way, that was, until seeing the monolithic head of Adagio looming in the sky.

Not good! Not good, not good, not good! Lucky berated herself. Simply saying that is not helping! Think about that one time with the cat. Wriggle and feel to where she has you. Find a weak spot. Tickle if need be!

Lucky twisted her body from within the reaches of the curled hand, feeling the softness of its texture washing down her body—with its firmness ensuring a locking hold. There was enough layer of plushness to rub and roll around. However, it did nothing to the giant. Worse was how her legs didn’t even make it the whole way down—ending before the ring finger.

Lucky arched back in her hold and planted her hands into the surface around her, pushing there and pulling below, trying and struggling, loud groans threatening into a cry as she worked her greatest escape. Her hair fell back and head tilted up, and all of this, of course, as to prove how horribly trapped she was.

From this pose, she gazed over to the other side of the fist, seeing, in the looming distance, the giant that was her friend. Sunset’s eyes were wide and with a face caught in surprise. She strode forward evermore, though horror, it seemed, had trapped her in a different reality.

“I... I-I don’t know what you’re thinking...” Sunset’s head dipped until hair fell over her eyes. Her hands curled into fists, shaking, unable to keep still without having moved. “But you don’t hurt her. You don’t do anything to her. Not if—“

“Not if we’re to endure your magic? See the demon inside come out to play?” Adagio said from above and, seconds later, tightened her fist. Lucky spasmed in reflex from the softness starting to crush her. The heated skin delicious in spite of everything. “Any threat of yours died the day you decided to change. And don’t think words can work on us.”

Sunset cracked her head from side to side. “Acting like I’ve never been in an ‘another’ kind of fight before.”

“But aren’t good girls supposed to keep away from fighting? What would the school think? Such a good and building record only to be wiped out in an afternoon.” But as if to match an intent above her words, Adagio did much the same, producing an even loud popping to her kinks. “Your friends are onto us. But they’re still not sure of you. What would they think? Even if you were right... did you do the right thing? More doubts don’t make your case, ya know.”

Sunset smirked. Her hands raised, a fist smashing into a curved palm, knuckles cracked, the same done to the other hand. “Think I’d care? My character is the only thing that matters to me. What everyone else thinks is up to them.”

“Strong words for a girl unable to handle that journey alone.”

“Won’t be alone.” Sunset could never speak of such a connection to another, to be so sure another would be there for her... regardless of what came before. Nothing was higher than bearing certainty in friends having your back. “Don’t care about what world thinks of me. Not if it’s to save her. Whatever gets in the way doesn’t matter.”

Adagio smiled. “I like you.”

Lucky blew out words from inside a gasp. “Is Sunset says that back—then I’ll be pissed.”

Luck was sacred, ever since birth for the world around her. Wit had become her friend and it allowed her, in situations like these, to gain power, to bear strength, feeling something more than the terror currently consuming her being.

“This would have been a good fight of fists and words.” Adagio slumped her shoulders. “Wouldn’t have even ditched these two for it. Make it fair. More enjoyably that way.” And then she sighed. “But for such a strong and smart girl, however, you gave away your greatest weakness.”

The hand curled tight and Lucky wiggled suddenly.

“This girl means a lot to you, doesn’t she? The bit more than a friend kind.” Lucky cried upon the lifting of the hand, feeling gravity leave down her belly, that was, until warmth circulated the air. In turning from the hold, she gazed behind her to gigantic face devouring her vision. “Hate yourself pretty badly if anything happened to her. So you won’t take that extra step—or else my hand clenches.”

Sunset stood there, panting, a wisp of hair settling over her face, eyes burning emerald. But she didn’t move, unable to say anything, unsure of what to do. Any act, whatever choice, bore results. Ones her mind couldn’t justify.

“Problem with being good is how weak you become for it.” Adagio lowered her hand to the side of her body, coming to hold the girl like nothing. A mere carry-along and nothing more. And nothing could be done by any from this act, a defenestration of power—once previously held. “There was a reason you kept to a solo gig, was there not? Glad to be able to serve the lesson as to why the bad should never change. Always a pain and ends in waste. Do your best to reflect on that.”

The trio turned around.

“Wait! Y-You can’t leave like that!” Sunset went to take a step forward, her foot hovering... but stepping back from whence it came. She shook her head, an act unseen from all besides Lucky. Adagio’s rump swelled to the left of her vision but, beyond it, she watched the restraint of her titanic friend. “What are you going to do with her?”

While Adagio didn’t move... she didn’t look over her shoulder either. “You have my word no harm would come if you didn’t take another step. And to this promise I’ll keep true. But I need a little... insurance, you won’t interfere.”

“This is your trick? Kidnap a girl smaller than your fingers?”

Lucky spasmed, this time, for a different reason. “Hey! You watch those descriptions of me!”

Gone ignored by all.

“You’ll get her back, safe and sound, that I can assure you.” Adagio turned her head so the side of her face could be seen from over her shoulder. The smirk that followed brimming with power gained from the situation. “Stay clear of us and reflect on all of this. We need to come back anyway for that horrible energy you’re wonderfully brewing for us.” She then strode forward while waving the back of her hand. “Bye bye! Until next time! Chow!”

Lucky wasn’t sure how to feel nor to react to recent events. In the long swing of the arm holding her, forward and up, dashed back and upward against, a consistent momentum including its own stream of air—she wondered when her life changed so drastically.

There’d been close calls and bullies before, though her life had been lacking, at least, to the form of some plot. Days passed and classes slept through. Friends hung out with and books requiring a journey to read about adventures. Though she’d never been taken nor threatened like this until Sunset.

All of this started with Sunset, didn’t it?

It was true. From the day of their meeting and threat, to the gap tightening between them, that new group of friends, the rise of these Dazzlings. Her involvement in all of this was because of Sunset. There weren’t any other stakes beyond that. And yet, somehow, that involved her within the middle of all this.

The price of hanging with a ten out of ten. Maybe the danger factor will level the playing field between us. Lucky was snapped from her thoughts as the blurring of her vision streaked downward. She was being lifted. Lifted right before the rolling width of those plush lips. Wait a second. There WAS something more important I was supposed to be focusing on.

“Don’t worry,” Adagio’s eyes loomed from above and the weight of their gaze was placed upon the smaller girl. The expanse of confidence was also a cause for horror. “I’m a villain of her word. You won’t find any harm with me. Unless you provoke a reason of course.”

Lucky felt the hand inching upward and forward, seeing those bunched lips coming to part, revealing the dim, warm, and moist interior of the approaching maw. She struggled and wiggled and fought as the inches toward her destination were crossed anyway.

“Wait wait wait! Give this a second thought or maybe six, alright?” Lucky continued to feel the hand move despite her words, proving that, while wit comforted her, sometimes holding power—it could never defeat raw strength when it came to it. “Clothes and air and skin don’t taste good! Much less the stomach aches you’ll get from me down there.”

Appeal to self-interest instead of someone’s morality. Works decently on people and waaaay better on villains.

“Why not let me go? I can chill at home for a week—no sweat there.” Lucky chuckled to the tune of nervousness as her eyes darted down, far below, where the towering mass of the taut stomach loomed. “Where I would be doing a lot of sweating in there. Sweating, and a lot of other things. I’d rather not do those other things—if that’s okay with you.”

A malicious girl probably without any real intent to keep me safe. She swallowed. This should end well. End well for her, at least, and not me. Or Sunset. Maybe my family. How much of a pain was I in my later years?

“Suppose I’ve been rather unkind with you.”

Okay. Those weren’t expected words.

Lucky was pulled away, enough at least, to take in the full view of the giant face, of those eyes resting on her. Their glimmer was softer now, still burning, tamer, a gentle source of evil. Complexion stirred in the little one.

“You were caught in the middle of something you’re not a part of and, while it does suck for you, I’m afraid it doesn’t change this fate.” Adagio lost the sinister confidence as it drained from the air. All she became was a girl again, one... recounting facts. “My word is something that’s never broken. Just as I can’t harm you... I also can’t let you leave. Not until our plan is complete.”

“So what are you—“

“Sirens are unlike the rest of you humans, for we do not consume matter as you do.” Adagio lowered her head, eyes dipping, keeping them below the tiny. Even though it never changed, what it implied, of putting her giant-scale beneath the small one—it soothed a nerve or two. “You must keep close to me. Perhaps my bra or panties may have been a better pick. But to keep certainty in my words, I need to keep it first in my actions. No chance of escape in only one place.”

Lucky, much to the hatred of her perversion, nodded. “...is it bad to say the back of your pants would have been a nice compromise?”

“Your tickles might have proved enjoyable,” Adagio followed, “but perhaps intimacy such as that should be saved for the friend before this? None risk themselves like this without something more beneath the current.” The giant smiled. “Your friend has cause enough to be jealous of me down there. Seeing your bulge against there would bind something unable to be stripped from her mind.”

Lucky blinked. “Is this your way of working with words? Use my love for Sunset so that I’ll sink into your tummy?” She swung her head downward, once more, in self-hatred. “Anywhere else and she’s jealous. But inside your stomach...”

“You won’t be harmed! It’ll be pretty spacious for you down there—so no need to fear being cramped... unlike in other certain places.” Her lips were licked again as if the words were the teasing of a delicious treat. “Kept warm and carried all around. Nothing could harm you. It would be nice and safe from deep inside my belly.”

Adagio gave it a pat for effect, demonstrating its tautness, its unending slenderness. “Trust me. If the stories heard are to be true... you’ll enjoy inside me.”

And then came the end to words as the conversation closed. Fight was still at the back of Lucky’s mind. To say or do and to prolong. Prolonging was always pointless. But one was bound to commit it anyway.

The hand lifted Lucky as the bedding of the tongue slithered beneath her, curving inward during its arch, crafting a spot. Fingers slipped as the hand lowered toward it, the girl freed over the sheet of the tongue... nowhere else to fall.

She landed with a splat and sunk into the softness, shaking her head, feeling the ground beneath her live. Lucky was beckoned forward by instinct to avoid the fate of being eaten but, in slipping and cumbering over the length of the tongue, arriving at its tip did nothing to aid her.

Lucky hugged it against her chest in watching the outside push further away as she was pulled inward. Gales of warm air drafted from the nose overhead and from within the depths of the maw. It was weird seeing the giant face from below and so close, both eyes lowered, set on her departing form.

From beyond the tip of the tongue loomed the two other girls, watching either with a smirk and a smile, both licking their lips, waving before swallowing, the fingers of their other hand tracing down their throat.

Humiliation is one way to inspire confidence.

The air changed from freshness to a unique scent, the temperature rising, moisture growing all around. Lucky watched the world become capped by the interior of those lips, which kept open, allowing her a final glance to the outside world—to what it looked like from inside of a mouth.

Before it closed.

Nothing special beyond lips then pressing together. There was a wave coursing across the tongue, pushing and sliding the little one back, falling across the length of the tongue. Light was here, somehow, even if the maw was utterly dim. Faint definitions to the curved and rising cheeks that comprised this cage. Hints to the teeth marking the den.

Until Lucky was swished further back.

The back of the throat was a world onto itself, vast and broad and dropping like a spacious well, a travelling to the depths of the girl, allowing her to pass into a new world. She didn’t jump so much as be pushed over the edge, velvet muscles catching her, contracting, the feeling of sliding downward accompanied by a loud gulp from the great beyond.

Lucky was pushed downward, consistently, feeling greater pushed from time to time. Everything was so tight as she went, no doubt a bugle on the other side—confirmed as fingers pressed into her, following her, always there, looming beyond the barrier of skin and flesh.

It took a few seconds until the long passage opened beneath her feet, a valve spitting her body into the chamber of the stomach, vast and wide and without liquid, the tautness of its appearance felt from within. It was warm and lightly scented of lavender. The atmosphere made her very sleepy.

It’s... going to be a long week, isn’t it?

Lucky strolled across the chamber as her feet sunk into its grounding, feeling rumbles and blaring sounds from within. She was deep inside the body of another, the innermost portion of her stomach, the lands still from its placement from within her. This world existed inside the giant—the only thing of scale to the tiny.

Coming to the center of the place, there wasn’t much else to do, that was, besides plop into a seat. Sways from the outside came muffled through the walls of the sac and the skin thick and composed like a wall. Things of the outside world could be felt and made out with focus. Every step of the giant containing her offered a minuscule jostle to the world inside the stomach.

There was only one thing on Lucky’s mind, however,

She wished she was within Sunset’s stomach again.

...as strange as that sounded.

Adagio tilted back her head after the swallow, accentuating the lump in her throat, exposure for the other girls. Her fingers traced after it, pressing and feeling it, knowing it was another person trapped beneath it. Someone set to reach the innermost part of her body created like an area to her. Lucky would always be with her, experience some of what she did, the bliss of knowing she was in her tummy delectable more so than any treat.

Those fingers traced the bugle even as it diminished into nothing, sinking to the depths behind her chest. Following it through the valley of her breasts, however, her fingertips pressed against the fabric of her top, that was, until reaching her belly. It was there she felt Lucky settle inside, rubbing the spot with gentleness—along with a pat. “Get comfy in there. It’ll be a while before you come out.”

Sonata narrowed her eyes. “How come you were so gentle with this one?”

Adagio smiled. “I’ve always had a soft spot for cute, tiny things.”

IV | Under the Tongue

~ IV ~

Under the Tongue

Lucky didn't cry amidst the splashing of saliva, washing left and right, dousing her in its spit. Sometimes the ceiling of softness would rise ever so slightly, allowing her to stand in the space provided, barely, the weight of the tongue mounting on her shoulders.

It was a game to the giant that walked around the school without care to misdeeds. The shifting of her steps coursing through her frame—felt in the vibrations throughout the mouth—that reminded Lucky exactly what she was now.

An object. Plaything. Something flicked around inside a mouth. Killing time in playing with Lucky. The tongue relented on her shoulder, a dense drop of spittle crashing into a puddle—the sound pronounced. Every so often, there was a sway, causing her feet to adjust on the webbing of red.

The bottom of the mouth was the size of a park for the poor girl. Curved stack of teeth towered around here, barely able to see over them even at full height. Her thighs tensed as she pushed harder on the tongue and, to reward her effort, the closed lips began to part.

Opening ever so slowly, pleasant to the giant, torture to Lucky.

Her hands lifted to the underside of the tongue and sunk into its squishiness, feeling it impress a little too easily from the force. Warm slickness coated across her skin, leaking onto her head, spreading across her face in a film. It gathered in her hair, dampening it with weight, infusing with the strands.

Worst came in its wiggling.

Lucky grunted a breath from inside of the mouth, oxygen scarce beyond what the sprawling lips sometimes sucked in. The place was permeated in a lightly-minted aroma and the girl's natural smell. Above, the lift tongue flicked left and right, mere inches to it—much more to her.

It burned into her subconscious to be used like this. Stumbling right as the tongue did so before forced into a dance left as it shot that way. Lucky continued forward toward the base of the two bottom teeth, knowing that climbing them both and escaping through those lips would be her only escape.

Adagio just needed to get a little too cocky.

And Lucky could escape and find her way to Sunset.

Then the tongue lifted.

"Whoa!" Lucky yelled and grabbed the flesh in reflex, lifted from her feet and into the air, hanging from the inside of her cage, seeing the back of the pressed-lips like they were a movie screen. Slowly they opened again, more this time, opening to the size of a vault—encased by the back of the surrounds lips "F-Fresh air!"

Lucky hung in place as every step of the titan swung her in place, unable to let go or make a leap for it. She was forced to gaze into the blueish tint of the outside world. The spanning floor considerably below, miles travelled in seconds, the view of the world from how a giant—or normal person—saw it.

People passed through the view of the mouth from the inside. People blocked off by the sides of the lips as they walked past, not noticing the girl with the partly open mouth, another inside it, tiny, hanging from the raised tongue.

So easily able to be seen and saved.

And yet not at all.

Then the giant turned, and the tiny girl flew left, thrown against the wall of the cheek and then caught there by a tip. She was pushed against the curved lining as suckling noise echoed in greatness all around. Sweet smacking of her lips as they then slowly closed.

Lucky did her best not to scream, for the cheek of the cave kept it in, and all it did was left the giant know she won. The tip of the tongue crushed and collapsed against her ass, meshing around her cheeks without knowing, dipping between her denim legs, pressing, sometimes, in her personal spot.

Her bust meshed into the cheek, warm and steamy, the surrounding aroma. The tongue flicked up and down the wall, coating Lucky more in saliva, up in the trench neck to the top row of teeth—slid across that divot.

It didn't help to have her butt toyed with, thrusting her body upward on the skilled tip of the serpent, thrashing her around the maw—like a treat. Seconds later, it dropped her onto the grounding, slithering back up and, while Lucky struggled onto a knee, it loomed behind her, consuming the background.

Waiting for the kill.

Lucky rose to a knee, the underside of the tongue collapsing over, its immense softness forcing her to the ground, the tiny laying flatly. Its plushness spilled and filled the space, the view of the teeth ahead, blocked, as the tongue dropped. She was submerged beneath it. Warmth became heat and saliva welled.

And then the tongue wiggled again. Left and right and dragging her along. Forced over soft bumps and pressed into the bouncy lease of the flooring. Her clothes were utterly wet now with another woman's spit. Clothes that hung to her skin, now slick in a sheen of spit, her jeans squeezing her curves more than liked.

Underwear too.

It teased Lucky in a way she hated. The baked ravine of saliva soaking through denim and underwear, creeping across the cleft of her ass, tickling with heat in all the warm places. Same kept true in the front of the shimmering liquid lathering across her crotch.

The pleasure of the scene was a hidden kink, but one that she wanted to save... for the girl she actually wanted to be dominated by. But cues were cues and the situation was too sexy to ignore. This giant laying her tongue against the tiny, swirling her around while she walked around, the natural power held over by a simple tongue.

Lucky fought forward, however, pushing through the thickness, wiggling into the crevices created, reaching the places the carpet of taste buds thinned out. At reaching the tip, Lucky's hand gripped it, lifting it, granting space to crawl forward.

Until the tongue came and dived down on her ass again, pinning the squish as it sunk succinctly. It pushed her forward as water splashed from the movement but, in that moment and space of freedom, Lucky risked her break.

Before she was the towering structure of the teeth and, little ways above that loomed the lips still together. Without breaking haste, she broke into a sprint forward, running and jumping at the back of the teeth, kicking up a step—hooking an arm over its edge.

From there, she pulled herself up, the inward curves of the tooth scary at first but, in beating her legs and feet against the white surface, it became less scary as it went on. Upon sitting on it, Lucky laid her hand on the protrusion of the inward-lip.

Lucky then stood on the tooth and turned, gazing up to the inward curve of the lips, seeing the glimmer of a line between them. This would have to be it. Daring to be bold, Lucky launched herself forth, landing on the swell of the lip.

From there, she climbed upward on the spongy surface, feeling parts of it wobble from her meagre weight and movement, allowing her grip to continue up. Finally. She came before where the lips were tucked together and, squatting, gripped the upper lip and attempted to lift it.

To no avail.

Which left a sole technique left.

Lucky dropped onto her belly as the lip absorbed her impact, sinking and jiggling, a sloped hill of skin. Crisp and fresh winds filtered through the closed crevice. On the other side of this line was the outside world and freedom. Lucky struck her hand through, struggling to wiggle it through—feeling it break to the other side.

The lips were tight against her forearms, but the brisk winds tickling the skin of her fingers... it was another pleasure entirely. Her head fought through, popping into the brightness, the monolithic world before her. Her frame wiggled halfway through—until the lips tightened, dangerously, around her form.

Adagio's chin marked the sunny cliff below, the lips a cute swell out through the sides, coming into the plains of butterscotch cheeks. Smooth and silky to the eye. Much better to look at and feel than what was on the other side.

...to most people.

But in looking above was where the feat came for, on either side of the soft prostitution of the nose... were the ponds that composed Adagio's eyes. Both of them smugly glared at her. She knew full well a girl was caught between her lips like a lollipop.

Something done, without doubt, by design.

Adagio slurped the girl into her mouth with a suck, feeling her shoot between those lips and clattering into her maw and, before the small one could even lift a hand—the mass of the tongue came crashing down, laying over her. Body consumed beneath the blanket.

The little games that went through the day.

Ending, always, defeated.

Sunset kicked her locker once, then twice, and hoped for busted hinges on the third strike. Nothing came from the expression of her anger beyond the confused and concerned looks of the students who passed. Ones that would never mess with the former-bully while she was angry.

Angry at herself for being weak.

Sunset lost her gaze into her sunny cleavage. Why hadn't she been less of a coward and offered that warm seat instead? Confessing an even deeper need for the tiny girl. Celestia, she was becoming pathetic. Truly alone.

Until they had met back on the stage.

"Adagio!" The back of the siren stopped, wearing her hoodie, still for a moment. Turning around a step to show a calm face and a raised eyebrow. "Just a second. You're alone. So am I. L-Let's just talk for a second."

Adagio stood feet away, flicking a gumball in her mouth. When it became obvious she wouldn't speak... anger flourished. "Where's Lucky? You promised she'd be safe if she kept with you. Has that kept true?"

Adagio grinned before sticking out her tongue.

Sunset gasped with a hand to her mouth at seeing the tongue protrude into the air. Around the thickest portion of her tongue was the tiny girl, hugging to the soft appendage in fear of falling, a tightness that Sunset craved, on more than one occasion, to feel around her finger.

And maybe clit.

Lucky had barely any time to hold onto the tongue as it shot out into the open, forced to hug its girth in exchange for her life. She barely lifted her head from the series of tastebuds to the giant face of Sunset poised over her. Seeing her reduced to nothing but a plaything for a siren. Before she could offer a word or hold out a hand—the tongue retracted inside.

The lips closed, and the tongue swatted Lucky against the ground again, rolling over her with its size, parting the lips again. Sunset's face was close to the open mouth, composing the entire view. It was humiliating to have her be gazing into another girl's mouth... only to see her tiny body trapped underneath the big tongue.

"Dwon't yu warrory." Adagio's voice vibrated around her. "Swhe wikes it."

Lucky blushed in knowing it was true. Being dominated inside the mouth of such a sexy girl was hard to ignore. Rendered nothing more into a plaything set to tease the massive taste buds. Played around by a tongue, forced and trapped underneath its size and strength for hours at a time, the only sounds being the echoes muffled by the maw.

It was horribly stimulating.

Lucky watched the monolithic face of Sunset pull back from the pair of lips, looming in the distance, expression unsure. Would she attempt a grab? Too small and tight a place. Plus one risk could change everything.

"So you've kept your word in making sure she's okay..." Sunset dropped her head but didn't do the same with her eyes; their shine kept cast inside the maw. "But what is it going to take to hand her back over? It won't get out. Promise you it won't affect anything else."

Before any more words could come from the giant, those plush lips closed again, the movie-theatre of the world removed. The lack of oxygen returned as the miniature girl slid across the pooling saliva. Gravity tilted downward as the dome encasing her must have done the same.

Everything flew backward. Lucky rose as the curved teeth dropped and loomed beneath her. Soaring back as the lips parted ahead, her form pelted the plushness of the tongue and couldn't stop the momentum.

The last thing Lucky saw. Sunset's face. Dominating the view from over the rolling tongue and spread lips. It gazed at it a final time in worry before forces gripped on Lucky's legs. The back of the throat clamped on her and, as the struggle on the ledge that was the back of the tongue—a mighty swallow shot her downward.

Sunset Shimmer beat forward a step, a hand raised and doing the same, reaching for the tiny friend, the one lodged at the back of the throat. One belonging to a foe and naughty woman at that. She made a show of the swallow in twisting her head in the fashion that comes from grand deserts.

Without even being warned of the intent, Sunset's hand had been grabbed by the fingers—them pressed into the slender curvature of the throat. The smooth skin was warm, beckoning for her fingertips to search around. Seconds after that, the reason was revealed, the starting of a lump.

Sunset's fingers were forced into the squishy protrusion, gasping in feeling the miniature struggles beating against it. The shape was slender and pleasant to press, the force slowing the descent of the morsel, the quivers of the bulge deeper pronounced.

Sunset barely tore away her fingers—regretting it. The bulge of the throat thinned on reaching the exposed collarbone... disappearing beneath it. Two fingers chased after it though. Through the valley of those breasts and passing circles around the taut belly hidden beneath a sweater.

"There we go, nice and safely tucked away." Adagio laughed as she patted her stomach, feeling it watched from the inside and out. She glanced over at Sunset, who seemed in disbelief. "What's the matter? Wanted to swallow her yourself? You have a cute tummy for it."

She then giggled. "But I think she likes mine better."

Adagio placed her hands into the air and hovered it there, swinging her hips around, developing into a comfortable speed. Little lurches coursed through her stomach, a shaking to the cavity, blowing around the one within.

"Doesn't it just get you off knowing there's a girl in there? Always with you in being deep inside you? Certainly a turn-on I've enjoyed once or twice." Adagio giggled as he kept working her stomach, feeling it jostle, clenching from time, feeling like a hoopla dancer. "Couldn't you imagine me in a bikini right now? Walking around on a beach as the sun warmed my belly? Few inches beyond it, knowing, a little one was getting jostled around, warmed up too, unable to escape."

She then laughed. "At least she would be safe if I went underwater!"

As if to make the humiliation and horror of it worse, Adagio continued the swirled of her body but, in lowering her hands gripped the bottom of her sweater. Lifting it to reveal the sunny skin beneath. A delightfully fit middle to her body.

"If you look closely enough, mmhmmhmm, you can see Lucky's tiny impacts." Sure enough, they came every now and then, after a violent thrust of the hips, forward and back, they sent the little one tumbling into the inner wall of the stomach. Faint bugle of her body appeared for fractions of seconds. "But don't you worry. I don't let her become alone down there. Sometimes I give my belly a little pat to remind my prisoner I haven't forgotten about her being in there."

Adagio gave a refreshing slap to her stomach, the sound pronounced its pitch, a miniature yelp nearly sounding from within. Sunset almost pushed her face into the stomach, ear and cheek set against it—whatever it would take to hear from the small friend again.

"But I think I've wasted enough time on you," Adagio said upon turning around, sweater dropping and hand raising, a shake of the hand as if to gesture everything was okay. "Rest assured she likes being in there. Yours, too, if your body language is to be believed. Y'all have something special. No need to worry about me."

Adagio chucked as she beat a step forward. "Try to enjoy yourself. Your friend and I will be doing the same." She pushed through the door and left the scene. "Besides! She'll be back inside your tight tummy before you know it!"

Adagio left with a laugh.

And Sunset was left with something to think about.

Lucky had endured the hours inside of the stomach, the distant thumping of a heard a musical backdrop, the muffled echos of the world a new version of radio. Sometimes her cage rattled as the giant who encased her jumped around, going up or downstairs, the change of gravity felt—even from deep within.

She'd learned ways to kill time like pacing across the area. Sometimes she would dash to the other wall and leap onto it, sinking into the lining as it bounced back the impact, doubling her momentum as she sprinted to the other side—doing the same.

Other times Lucky would lie on her back, in the faint pool over the grounding, letting it slosh around her to the movements of the giant beyond. She'd stare at the ceiling, narrowing itself into the singular value. It was undulating. Sometimes glimpsing to the tunnel upward.

Lucky would guess the occurrences beyond her prison. If everything was straight and still, no sway or trembles... it meant the giant encompassing her was sitting. Perhaps seated before her computer answering emails? Doing all this while a tiny one rested in the dungeon depths of her stomach.

Thankfully, however, it didn't go for long. In what became a frequent occurrence, the cavity of the sac would clench, a suction plucking Lucky from her feet as it shot her across the passage of the throat. This time she flew into the mouth with lips already parted and pointed down, golden hands, clasped together, just below.

Lucky's body beat into the plushness of the bottom lip, forced to roll over its hill into the open, fresh air caressing her skin. Her body clattered on the warm palms of the giant, which then pushed forward, composing a platform before the mountain of skin carved into a face.

And the vertical ponds, Adagio's eyes, staring at her.

"Those clothes have seen better days," Adagio's voice boomed below the ledge of the palms, the view of the face, held, above her nose. "We still have a few sets of clothes from your caretakers. Y'know, for the week-long sleepover."

Lucky shook her head. "I still don't know how you convinced them of that."

"Magic does wonders to begin with." Adagio relaxed her shoulders and the mass of her head tilted to the right. A faint impression of a smile resonated below. "But try on some new clothes. Yes, yes. They'll only get wet again. Better feeling fresher inside my stomach than stale. It'll help you sleep better inside there. Gravity forcing you to rest on the wall and all that."

Lucky responded by giving in, wit and charm lost about her, the affairs of life having them killed. Words and jokes had been her source of power in a world where she was powerless. But in losing hope in those, despair for her affairs was a natural state, doing whatever was required of her.

"Just how long are you going to keep me inside that belly of yours?" Lucky didn't care for her tone on reaching the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her hair, tossing it aside. Black bra retrained her moderate bust. "Will you actually keep to your side of the deal once all of this is over?"

"It may just depend on how these next few days go." Lucky could feel the distant and giant eyes consuming the landscape before the pressed palm, slipping her fingers into the sides of her jeans, wiggling her hips and pushing down on them. "Seeing how cute you are from afar gained my interest... but seeing that sexy little body of yours is a constant delight. Not many lean in to check out your curves, huh?"

"Do plenty of admiration in the mirror myself." Lucky nodded her head around as the words struck her fancy. "Little fascination too. Like, I'd do me. Or I'd do a giant version of myself if I could. Maybe an ever-smaller version would be fun. Feel like the giant for once."

"Now we couldn't have something like that! You're always meant to be the tiny pet—don't you know that?" Adagio giggles boomed from over the edge of the palm, coming, of course, once the jeans had been pushed off. Only black lingerie cupped Lucky's bottom in all the right places. "Maybe you'll become my permanentpet if all goes well. My stomach your new home... among other places."

Lucky didn't bother removing her bra and underwear, the booming laughter of announcing that terrible fate too much. Rather she sat down onto the layer of softness and lowered her head, not caring for the towering fingers, each like curved pillars, starting to arch over her.

Rather she pulled up her legs, rested her face against her knees, and allowed fate to do as it pleased.

"Hey-hey! Don't look so upset—just an evil girl teasing you." Adagio's lips raised to the platform and, ever so gently, blew a warm breath. Not an act of dominance, but rather, to warm the skin of the nearly naked girl. "Maybe I've been doing a lot of that lately. But I've never gone out of my way to harm or hurt you. Little games for little fun."

Lucky gazed over her knees to the theatre of a face settled before her. Contortions of concern spread across the vertical landscape as the glimmer of those pools shone iotas brighter. "I've held myself back to the enjoyable stuff. Nothing else has been pressed on. At least give me credit for that."

Lucky exhaled a shaky breath and leaned her chin onto her knees. "Alright. For being a kidnapper—you're not all that terrible."

"Back-handed compliment? Guess that makes progress." The palm drew inward to the expanse of the face, that was, until its lips rested on the edge of the palms. They were enormous, and their movements were the same as they talked. "Look. This is only until the battle of the bands is over. My sister and I are going back to Equestria after that."

Those lips smirked to the heaves in a way, somehow, that was reassuring. "We won't be around to bug you or your friends. Besides, you can't say spending all that time inside my tummy was such a bad thing—now can you? Fed all the food you desire... given a show each time I change my clothes."

"I haven't—"

"When I placed you on the counter of the desk and stuck out my ass over your frame? I was bending over to grab something... but I felt little hands searching across the pink slope of the tight panties around my crotch. Would you know anything about that?"

Lucky was struck into silence which could not be ended by denial. She'd been left on that wooden counter and allowed to watch the babe change. Those massive breasts of perfect curvature to the shapely hips blending into the supple ass meant for sticking itself out. Plus, the view of the tummy from the outside... gave enticement to being inside of it.

To being in that stomach as the giant went around her room, naked, doing all these sexy things with her still tucked inside. It was a terrible turnout unable to be denied. Yet she felt like it had to be done. Not out of shame.

But for another.

"Just because you like being bossed around from a sexy girl doesn't mean you're not in love with Sunset Shimmer." Adagio shook the mass of her head to stop the squeaky yells of the tiny speck on her palm. "Just friends? Yeah right. Let's get over that one quickly. Think about it this way—allowing yourself to be loose with me... you know what to do when it comes to doing the real thing with the one you care about."

Lucky swallowed upon hearing those words.

"Sunset is going to spend all of this time contemplating exactly what you mean to her... and the answer she's going to come up with... well, it's easy to guess." Adagio grinned in a way born of friendly intent. "Poor girl is guilt-ridden in craving you in her stomach again. Must imagine herself as a terrible person for such a desire for such a dear friend. But... you've been feeding her all the wrong cues, haven't you?"

Adagio laughed. "After spending all this time in my stomach, it should be easier to spend it inside the one you love, won't it?"

Lucky was forced to give up on standing to her feet again, not minding herself being in the nude, the freedom of air on her skin a missed sensitization. Striding toward the edge of the canary surface in scattered steps, Lucky gazed up and at the massive face with hands clasped behind her back.

"I suppose being with you hasn't been completelyterrible." Lucky bowed her head deeper than needed. "Found out I have a strange kink for all of this. That, and how I'd like to do it all with Sunset once all of this is over." Her head lifted then tilted left. "So, I suppose I owe you a strange thank you."

Adagio shrugged. "Don't sweat it. Wanna sleep in my cleavage tonight?"

Lucky didn't even need to answer that on raising her arms into the air. One of the palms broke away from her side, lifting and turning, two slopes of fingertips lightly pinching her hands. The tiny girl was raised and lowered forward—to the expanse of sunny hills barely contained within the density of a black tank-top.

The other hand dived in their first, spreading the golden melons of squish apart, far enough, to create a divot. Here was where the tiny girl was placed, the support beams on the sides also pulling away—the warm flesh rolling over her body until only her head was popping through.

The softest and warmest bed of her life.

Adagio leaned back on the bed, pulling on the cord to the bedside lamp, pulling the blankets over them both, the two starting to sleep. Change was upon them as the chance for it arrived, so clear cut, a happening that didn't often happen in one's life.

Sleep well.

V | Chest to Heart

~ V ~

Chest to Heart

It'd been the jostle and bustle that Lucky preferred over the usual definition of those words. Crashing waves of great weight smashed and smacked and slapped into her form in their warm, doughy, and delightful feel. Always heated across the skin as the texture was a smoothness asking to be cuddled. Too bad it rolled across utter mountains immense in their softness.

Lucky had been, to her strange pleasure, deposited within the sunny cleavage of Adagio. High above loomed the zipper half-done, allowing light to filter into the chasm of boobs, the broad collar bone just above—the titanic throat beyond it. Squinting made it possible to see the underside of the giant's chin. Her face blurred into the sky as she carried on with her regular school day.

Forgoing to wear a bra, of course, to ensure a more eventful ride for her passenger.

Lucky had sunk into the pre-heated slit of the globes as the tight walls pinned against shoulders. One would rise high and crash down over her, forcing her to drop into the opposing wall, the fall of the beast always heavy, the resulting bounce and jiggle, a force, rubbing her vertically, vibrating in place.

Then the other would rise inside the darkness, tossing her back into the curve of the other wall, the flesh impressing around her as the orb itself devoured it. The light scent of scent intermixed with lavender perfume. Those boobs would hold her tight and never let go, each jostle, high rises and deep falls, crashing bounces and vibrating jiggles—each would submerge the tiny girl deeper into the rack.

Adagio wasn't without her perchance for playing these sexy games. Her cheeks were flushed in a blush at the tiny completely dominated by the smacking of her boobs. Losing the bra left for a more intense ride. But it also meant Lucky's support was non-existent for, even though the sides of those walls curved around her...

They didn't ensure, fully, Lucky wouldn't fall.

Rather if the boobs continued to bounce and jostle as they were, a light jog added in, here and there, to render them a smacking fit off the other—causing the small girl to be thrown left and right, smacked around, as the soft mountains came to play—then Lucky would sink too deeply into their depths.

And fall out the other side.

Lucky gasped in slipping further into the cleavage. The pocket of plushness above, no longer separated by her body, closed into itself as the clumps of canary compressed into each other. Those massive mammaries ground into each other, absolutely pinning the girl in place, the whole of this mass concentrated in this grinding.

Yet the girl was in love. It was in joy her hands shot upward into the softness, enough of it clumped around her, filling into her waist and providing grounding for her feet, that she split the ceiling apart. Her meagre fingers could hold the boobs apart by an iota of their total size. Just a tiny enough crack for her to crawl through.

Lucky had to wiggle through the crashing walls, one pushing into the other, the order switching, both of them always pressing, crushing, craving to lock the girl in a complete pin in-between them. Yet as the waves continued to wash over her, she rode over each sunny smack, the slaps of vast sloped dough.

It wasn't long until Lucky's hand broke through the cleavage and reached for the air. It smacked around, each strike on the curved surface quivering the momentum away in inch far jiggles. Her other hand reached out, one pushing down on each top. Pressing down sunk them inches into the plushness as it bunched up around them, another easily swallowed, one requiring inches more until finding purchase on the ridiculously soft bust.

Lucky's head surface with a gasp inhaling oxygen than the air of lightly-sweaty boobs. Her body rested on the right breast, riding it limply like a raft, up and down, enduring the resulting jiggles. It took seconds to feel a weight on her back. An invisible one. The feeling of gigantic eyes placed upon her.

"You seem to be enjoying don't wear a bra day this afternoon." Beyond the valley of the zipper overhead loomed the face of the giant in-between it. Head tilted down, slightly, with Adagio's face all-consuming. "You look very cute struggling against my girls. Must admit... it's a turn on. Smacking you around by walking? Forced to keep crawling up my bust as my boobs keep knocking you down? Very good feeling to start a power trip."

Lucky planted her face into the surface of the mountain, feeling it sink inches in due to how crazily soft it was. Heated skin tinged across her face as the dough meshed across the rest of her body. It was heaven and yet she pretended it was less than that. "Ah dear."

"Your sense of wit isn't effective on those knowing their power." Adagio's grin stretched across the sky via its size alone, yet, nothing was intimidating surged from it. "I'm sure an indulgence of pleasure from how my sexuality dominates you is hardly a fate you detest."

"Well..."

"If you so desire it—there is space in my purse?"

"I..."

"You want to keep getting knocked around by the duo, don't you?"

"Don't tell Sunset?"

"She'd get jealous for sure." Adagio giggled. "But she picked a good choice of girl. Hills will appear like mountains to the small."

"She doesn't have hills."

"Maybe." Another laugh. "But her mountains are nothing compared to these babies."

Adagio's broad shoulders lifted in the distance as the feeling of something loomed at the sides of the sweater, a sense proven true as the palms of large hands came through the dense, surrounding fabric. The pressure on Lucky's sides intensified as she arched up, usually kicking her feet, the top of the breasts, squeezed upward, falling over her. Seconds she was submerged.

And seconds later, the sea relaxed, letting her fall back onto the boob.

"Do try to pay yourself a favour and allow yourself to enjoy it." Adagio's finger passed over the zipper, pointed down, the tip of the finger now a miniature hill above. It drew toward the girl as she gazed up to see it. "No lying to yourself or being shameful. Today will be our last day together. You'll need to get all the practice you need to impress that Sunset of course."

That finger poised above her head and, granting a second breath, slammed into the tiny. It drove her feet into the bosom as the golden cleavage happily swallowed its prey again. As the finger drew out from the depths, the sunny walls were pushed away but, as it freed itself, the waves of yellow washed over the space again. Nothing but a long slit of softness. The only impression of the girl tucked deeply within... were the faint jiggle not even breaking the surface.

"Plus you'll never have puppies as big as mine to play with again!" Adagio patted her chest to straighten out, much like the pats to her tummy after swallowing a morsel. Cheekily, however, she smacked her breasts, a collapsing clapping match between them. "So enjoy yourself. Last days should drink up as much as they can. Just... don't leave too much of a mess in there.

The day was long and hard and, for whatever strange reason, Lucky was thankful for not being born a guy. Spending the day in that cleavage had been fantastic from enduring the bouncy walks to enjoying herself in periods of class time. Sunny mountains were stationary during such still events and, as such, she could crawl around, getting a feeling for their mass, finding all the different places she'd like to be pinned.

Adagio never let her rest easy. She couldn't flatly touch herself during class and much less with so many wandering eyes. There'd already been enough guys—and girls, too, if the one inside her top was to be judged—eyeing her mammaries. Finding ways to hide the wiggling bulge across her sweater, pinned by the expanse of boob and the thickness of the fabric, rendered for both a delightful sigh and a great feeling.

Whenever the tiny girl would reach the sides of the boobs to the thickest portion of their swell, the giant found a reason to cross her arms, crushing the tiny into their shape. It'd be enough to cause her into stillness. Sometimes, however, Lucky found an escape, the tickles continuing again, the sensitive kind, sparking giggles and pleasure, one tinged on the other.

The highlight had been the held back trick. Adagio waited for the girl to dare to crawl on the underside of the sweater, where the boobs filled out—but didn't stretch the material like her sides had done. Lucky crawled underneath the orbs, their weight atop her, an impression of massiveness without the full scale of the real thing.

And just as she reached directly underneath the right mountain, the giant had smiled, lowering her chest to the desk, leaning over it as her arms folded over it, resting her chin on her wrist. Her massive breasts rolled across the wooden surface. They flattened over it, their lemon softness, spilling and spreading, utterly submerging the tiny in the greatest amount of delightful fat ever to be felt.

How did it look and feel to her? To be trapped inside the cotton of the sweater as it was mostly dark save for the faint light that filtered through? Having an impression of the size of those sunny globes as their mass was beyond scale. Always lurking with their fullness within the tight confines. Now raising and dropping over Lucky's minuscule body, crashing and spreading out, blanketing the body in utter heat, a heavy ceiling that, upon trying to be lifted—the hand only sunk into its plushness.

"My chest got you on that one."

Until the tiny started to wiggle and the giant began to giggle.

Until the classes were done and the show, the battle of the bands, was set to go on.

The Sirens had amassed in the locker from before set to go on, each of the titanic members immersed in the contents of their lockers, some more bent over than others. Lucky had been placed on the wide expanse of wood being the bench behind all the cabinets.

And the towering ladies.

It was hard to build the room into context for the sake of how vast the locker room was. Lucky sat back on the lane of wood, a crack in-between each, thick enough to fall through. Vibrations were continuous beneath her bottom as the giants stepped around. Each dressed in nothing but bra and panties.

Across the stretching landscape of marble tiles paved the grounding for the giants. Faraway in the blurry and nearly foggy distance, one of the titans reached to the sky, half of her body bent inside the chasm of a dim locker. The hue of her blue was still easily seen—among other things.

Sonata stuck out her ass as it occupied where clouds loomed. Each cheek stretched out dense violet fibres of her clinging underwear. Curved hills pronounced in their shape and defined by hugging panties. Each bob of her butt caused the pair to mush together, deliciously sliding over the other, the cavern in-between begging to be explored.

Thunderous footsteps crashed to the side. Lucky glanced over to the other locker set vistas away; Aria bent forward as the mass of her bust did the same. Violet mounds smacking into each other as the slit in-between teased to the dusky wonders tucked deeply within. Bubble-gum nipples acted as towering peaks asking to be climbed like a tree.

Lucky's breath was taken as this colossal woman was so focused on changing, so immersed in the act, not detecting the tiny beyond turned on from clothes being put on. Aria slid the underwear up her legs, across the subtle thickness of her thighs, allowing it to become snug over her crotch and butt. Letting the waistband go, it snapped, a terrific sound of elastic, the mounds of her pussy stretching the fabric.

Without knowing why, that monolithic groin rocked back in form, like it was riding the feeling of the panties, how it clung to her pussy, rubbing into it, bunching it all together. It was a sensation lasting seconds, but the rolling of the hips allowed the feeling to linger.

Then hands came to rest on those same hips as swayed left and ride, those fingers searching up and down, feeling out the slope, the dive, the slenderness of her body. Lucky was finding it increasingly harder to not shove a hand down her pants and thrust herself off to this gigantic woman not knowing the intense power of sexiness she currently held.

Watching and watching those hands feeling up and down, sliding over those hips and their curve. Sometimes crossing over the taut expanse of her tummy, the hints of muscles there, firm as they flexed, teasing a more enormous cavern of a stomach to reside within should these dirty sisters decide to take turns in being Lucky's prisons.

But then the giant turned around as her ass consumed the horizon itself. Bubbly cheeks were too easy on the jiggle as the caramel underwear had caught halfway on a cheek. The thickest swell of its underside was exposed as a palm cupped it, delicately, allowing the different kind of weight, a new sense of dough, composed into the form.

A finger then dug between the cheek and the underwear, taking hold and tugging down on it, hiding the greatness of the rounded hill behind the veil of velvet. It snapped around the slop leading downward. All Lucky could do was see herself pinned between the bottom part of that tush where the underwear would be its tightest.

Lucky—despite her words and character—was never that lucky around the ladies. Casual flirting earned smiles and kisses and the occasional hug of boobie delight... but she'd never actually scored. Talking about being in these kinds of situations was easy, of course, and she'd easily take someone up on the offer.

But a part of her never expected her to wind up like this. To be in the room as three towering women, the sexiest in the school, outright changed before her. They didn't care for her eyes as they didn't view as much of anything. Even that show with the wiggling hips, searching hands, and heavy crotch outlined against panties had been to tease her.

In a way different from the few awkward times with Sunset.

Everything these sirens did, they did so to demonstrate power, to expose and express all they possessed. They were hot and, even more dangerous, they knew it and how to use it. Those panties were worn tighter for a reason.

To show how easily the tiny girl would be gobbled up by the underwear, utterly nothing in comparison to the sky-scraper like pussy. Mounds that bulged her into the material until being slipped into their lips. Easily swallowed into a cavern of a cunt, larger than vaults and higher than tunnels, living and undulating, enjoying its latest meal.

Or how each of their magnificent asses could easily consume her to the depths of their cheeks, or how the expanse of each could pin her into their centers, further cursed as they sat down, rolled over by flattening tush.

They meant nothing too extreme about it, but unlike Sunset, it wouldn't be done for the same care or understanding for her. It was done for their amusement and for her teasing. Were it Sunset, they'd do it for they both got off to it. They wanted the other to enjoy themselves as much as possible and, because of that, the experience would be beyond blissful.

Out of all the underwear to be tossed down... out of all the cleavages to be stuffed within... out of all the pussies to be trapped inside and devoured inside of... Sunset, Sunset, Sunset was the girl she wanted all of the above with.

For Sunset was her first caring predator, after all.

"Enjoying yourself down there?"

Lucky was sitting back as the overpowering voice returned her to reality. It took seconds to realize the lamp above was no longer casting light. Blinking from within the shadows, the tiny watched forward, seeing the towering mass of twin legs between the bench. Seconds later, they bent, the giant starting to crouch, the expanse of an open-top looming before the surface, the head of Adagio hovering above.

"And here I thought I'd finally catch you with a hand down your pants." The giant tilted her head and smiled, her shoulders lifting, those arms at the sides curving underneath the presented bust. Crossing underneath it, her vast forearms pushed up, lifting the mountains as some of their size draped to the side. "Been calling you for the last little while. What were you doing? Imagining how it would be like inside of Aria's underwear?"

The girl in question turned from the side, smiling from high above, stalking over to the bench. Each step quaked the world as the tiny clenched her stomach to keep still. The giant lowered the face of her crotch before the bench—exposing how the material dug into the divot of her damp slit. "Little perv. Would you like to go inside? Having a tiny girl pinned against my pussy would make one heck of a good luck charm."

And the giant hadn't been joking, either, as her thumb reached the waistband of the underwear. The giant lowered until the band was level with the ground of the bench. Tugging out the elastic, the dim interior was exposed, the rich darkness to the caramel slope of the panties. Forest of pubic fuzz covered the expanse of groin nearly like a crop. Those mounds were massive in their arch, ends unable to be seen due to the dark. The slit peeked out with a clit still retreated.

"Big sister says we can't toss you into these kinds of places—even though you'd apparently like that." Aria giggled as she continued to hold out her underwear, the expanse of her belly reaching to the sky—one blocked behind fat breasts. Her head loomed and peeked far above them, grinning, too blurry to be seen rightly. "All it takes is a few steps to cast yourself inside my panties! Doesn't it get you off! Knowing I'm towering above you, looking down, waiting for you pelt the inside of my underwear!"

Lucky was stepping toward it, almost like a trance, until there was another voice. "Don't be silly! Big sister has probably had her stuck against her sweaty pussy for the last week! What Lucky wants is a good time with a fat behind!"

The tiny stopped and looked to the left, seeing the other giant approach, smiling as she did so, entering a spin without losing a step. Her bubbly ass of light blue arched out before crashing on the bench, rocking it with reverberations, the impact nearly rocketing the tiny.

"I saw how you were looking at my sister's butt! But you don't just want to fall—you want to climb in! Fight against panties and booty to lodge yourself deeply into a derriere!" Sonata wiggled her bottom across the bench, its fatness rolling over, flattening, compression of softness given release. The massive bubble drew ever closer and Lucky was at once scared—and aroused—at being run over. "I wouldn't mind having you crawling and tickling all over my butt during the show! You can climb in now if you like. Just push against the underwear and work your way against my swell. You can do it!"

Lucky stepped back from the three at all the offers presented. Before she was the expanse of cleavage and boobs easily set to devour her. To the right were the opened panties of the giant girl eying her. Waiting for her to tumble inside some underwear as the elastic would snap over her.

And then was the butt, so large and so vast, a fight across a cheek to wound within a humiliating place of greatness. All of them were great places to explore but, in knowing her intent, at the end, was to be saved... gave up on her dreams.

"It's been my dream as a bachelor to explore all wonderful places on a lady only a micro girl can explore." Lucky sighed as she gazed up to the giant on the right. "Aria... it would have been an honour to be pinned against her pussy and forced to scramble around your panties. Finding back those tight mounds would have been a joy."

She then turned to the presented ass. "And Sonata... you have an ass of perfection. It's like everything great about you found its way into your bottom. It's the perfect amount of softness and firmness and bigness. Getting sat on by that thing would have been a wonderful way to go."

Lucky turned her gaze to the giant before her, Adagio, walking toward the opening of the outfit. She neared the edge where the plunge into cleavage would be required. "But sadly you found me after my heart was taken. There is only one bottom, one pussy, and one girl I want to be devoured by. So I must decline the greatness all three of you have in those one areas to be with the one I love the most."

Adagio laughed as the waves of her breasts crashed. "You're not prone to moments of seriousness often."

"Not in the slightest." Lucky cast her foot over the edge of the bench, not caring to look down, instead focusing on the face above. The boobs downstairs were already pushed up to cushion her fall. "But proper dialogue isn't for me. I talk as I feel and that's all there is to it. I am me, and that's good enough for me."

"And Sunset." Adagio playfully rolled her eyes. "Now get devoured by some tits."

Lucky took the step forward and fell, seeing the rise of the outfit in the distance, light becoming dark, crashing winds suddenly warm. Her heroic fall, watched by all, was ruined as she landed face-first into the cleavage. Half of her body stuck out from the cleft, her legs kicking around, pelting the surface of the boobs with tickles.

One more, a finger pushed her in, deeply so, before the giant rose; Adagio figured the tiny would adjust herself as they got a move on. It teased her about knowing a miniature world existed between her boobs. That another was fighting to become straight as she simply walked.

And with that, after all became dressed, the show was on.

Hearing the show had been harder through the outfit containing Lucky. Distantly, the strums of guitars battled against each other. Voice against voice. Lyrics fighting each other. Magic and power had whipped the scene into an otherworldly state between the foes.

On the other side of the battlefield, however, stood Sunset Shimmer at the ready to save her friend. Reaching the climax of the scene, and leading the large as the band stood behind her, all joined for a common cause... their strength was enough to do away with the sirens.

Each one of the girls was awash in a glow of their own colours, each building and connecting into the other, powered by the spirit of their playing. Everything invested in the song was doubled into the stream of power between them. Slowly they were lifted off the ground as the song neared its end. The buzzing energy sought its release.

The sirens had gathered as the magic of their call compounded into their own spell. Two beams shot at the ending of their songs. Two sides, two verses, one victory. Magic crashed and clashed for power as the effort and energy invested in their songs would dictate the winner of this one.

And the Siren's call faltered before the genuineness of the music and the lyrics of the other's band song. All three of them huddled together as the beam struck them, striking them back and, from the impact, a little one flew.

Sunset stood on the field as the grass billowed with the breeze. Her shoulders tensed in awaiting the next move, whatever act would come next, the sirens known for always having another card up their sleeve. But she gasped at seeing the dot arch through the air. Thundering heart to racing legs to cupped palms.

Beat. Break. Beat. Break. Beat.

Something pelted her skin and rolled across it, the body of a tiny who lay on her back, gazing up, a hand over her chest. Her panicked eyes settled on the sky, which was obscured by the mass of Sunset's face.

Lucky coughed a giggle. "Y'know... if ya got to keep some wings... you'd be my guardian angel."

Sunset's head rolled sweetly to the side as her eyes did precisely the same. "Even after all this time, and all that trouble, you haven't changed, have ya?"

"Got to see some massive girls changing." Lucky nodded while bearing a serious expression. "That was pretty good." She tilted her head. "Does that count?"

"You're damn right it does." Sunset didn't bother to hold herself back as the tension of weeks had finally been released. Sleeps nights alone on her bed, without a friend, wondering about all the horribleness that the tiny girl had to endure because of her. "But I... I think... we shouldn't be friends anymore."

Lucky's head reeled back and sunk into the heated sands of the palm—all while squinting an eye. "And why the hell is that? I didn't peek too much! Do you know what I went through because of you!?"

"That's exactly it!" Sunset's tone was without the whimsical sound of Lucky's. "You were kidnapped and held against your will by three giants, simply because you were my friend! Trapped inside my stomach... losing friends because you kept with me..." There was a massive turning in Lucky's stomach as Sunset fell to her knees—still cupping her hands. "It's always trouble with me. I-I never mean it. But it always happens. And you brunt the worst of it for no good reason!"

"Woah woah whoa! Now what the heck are you going on about now?" Lucky sat up on the palm and backed away a bit, at least, until she could lean on a curled finger. She waved her hands. "I was just talking about those fine ladies you blasted! Could you believe what they offered me? I could stay anywhere on there bodies! Front of their underwear. The back. Whole nice as the landscapes as their bodes went."

Sunset blinked away her tears and sniffled. "W-Wait. You weren't... referring to the horribleness... b-being around me has put you through?"

"You kiddin'? I have to go through all this B and S weekly!" Lucky slumped her shoulders. "At least it feels like there's more of a purpose to it all now, y' know, cuz I get to be around you! And I was joking about the other thing." She bobbed her head around. "Okay. Actually, if it weren't for you—I would have gone for that."

Sunset only gazed at the tiny girl at her palm, who could so easily be crushed or dominated, and yet, felt like she held all the power here. Unable to still the haze in her mind, the giant shook her head, deciding to give up. "You make me so wonderfully confused sometimes."

And then she leaned in for a kiss, enveloping the back of her palm with her lips, smoothly rolling over the tiny. Little beating hands and feet smacked against it and, at once, she pulled away. Her cheeks blushed and her chest hyperventilated. "S-Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to... I mean I thought that... I..."

"Why'd you stop!?" Lucky continued to lie back as she splayed herself, arms and legs wide from each other. "I was just getting comfy for the big 'ol smooch! You're not exactly going to feel my lips on the return."

Sunset smiled as she dove back into the kiss, feeling those arms wrap around her top lip, sensing those legs clumping the firmness of her bottom, a face happily tucking itself in-between the two. Inexperience and inexperience allowed for both to enjoy horrible first kisses without knowing of all the improvements that are to come.

After a few seconds, the giant face of Sunset pulled away, smiling, before bringing the palms against her chest. She hugged the tiny against her heart, but to Lucky, the padding of the top, matched by the firmness of the bra, all but accentuated the breasts underneath.

They were firmer and rounder than the ones of her previous captor and, though having them be outright big was nice... there was something special about Sunset's rack. She snuggled against the clothing and glanced behind her. In the distance was where Adagio stood, along with her trio, brushing herself off.

The two entered eye-contact.

Adagio grinned. With a nudge of her head, her expression showed that she understood, being defeated but not terribly wounded by this fact. With two fingers waving away from her forehead, that was her way of wishing the small one well.

And perhaps meeting again.

The trio gave a turn and started to leave and, when Sunset made to chase after them, the squeak of a voice stopped her. She gazed down at her bosom to see the tiny snuggled—adorably—over the curve of her breast. Keeping her there, cupping her frame, knowing the bigness of her frame was enough to protect this perfect girl—it empowered Sunset with a sense of something.

Of being woman enough to protect her girl.

"Hey Sunset?"

"Yeah?"

"So we're girlfriend and girlfriend now, right?"

"I'd like to think so, yeah."

"And you're cool with having an inch-tall girl that can't, y' know, do the usual stuff girlfriends do?"

"Only if you promise to do all the unusual stuff a normal girlfriend doesn't do."

"Is that you talking... or the thirst of your panties speaking to me?"

"Already trying to get into my underwear? Don't know what those girls offered you so quickly—but I'm classier than that."

"Says the girl who gobbled me before the first date."

"Give me a first date and maybe you can crawl from my behind to my front."

"...uh...girls? We're, um, still here..."

Sunset nearly hid the tiny in her underwear all to distance her shame.

"Sunset's finally getting laid? Good stuff."

"Giiiiirls!"

VI | No Mountain High Enough

~ VI ~

No Mountain High Enough

The day had been like how the weeks had been before, without conflict or problems, no sudden foes or end of the worlds. Rather it seemed strange to be without those things after dealing with them for so long. Lucky felt much like a parrot on being perched on the shoulder of the giant. Behind her was the curved wall of vibrant hair, wavy and thick, the thinness of its gasps allowing a mere glimpse behind them.

In looking back to the kitchen was much like looking back to their past. Being the lonely but witty girl born to being an inch tall. Sunset going from a foe to a friend to the closest one of them all—now lover. There was the issue with the Sirens that pushed the duo to accept all that they felt toward the other.

And through overcoming the events of the past, it allowed them to be as they were, in the present, together and in love, watching terrible movies together. Lucky no longer had reason to look back as her gaze passed over the thick and sunny throat next to her. Leaning against it, she ran a hand over the smoothness of the heated skin.

The power behind the shape tingled down her spine.

“You catching a load of this? Celestia I'd forgotten how bad movies could be.” Lucky felt the hurricanes' worth of wind vibrating behind the density of skin. It powered the voice that spoke to her—as soft and feminine it still was on her ears. “You doing good by the way? Usually I'm the one telling you to shut up during a movie.”

“That's because I wanna pay you back for stuffing me down your cleavage to get into a movie.”

“Pu-please! That was one time!” Lucky glanced beyond the edge of the shoulder to see the massive hand gliding toward her. Stepping away from the throat, she allowed the approaching fingers to wrap around her frame. “For the price of another ticket, we got popcorn, a snack, and a drink! None had yet to see you!”

The sprawling fingers slide around Lucky's waist and tightened around her hips. The dimness of the dome had been humid with the subtle fragrance of strawberries. It was for this reason Lucky was nearly sad to be lifted out of this little world created by the mere existence of the giant—one of many worlds Sunset created without knowing.

“Shoving you deep into my cleavage and zipping my jacket up was hardly one of the worst options I could choose! Besides! You like my boobs—don't you?” Lucky blinked as she was held in the sky itself. Before she loomed the monolithic face of Sunset, which spanned to every corner of her vision, details of her face rendered blurry due to her bigness. “Having them pressed tighter was probably a joy ride for you. Each of my steps had to be more entertaining for you.”

Lucky rolled her head and her eyes for double points in sarcasm and foreplay. “I dunnooo! I just think you wanted your big bad chest to dominate little ol' me.”

“Ho-oh? You think being smothered between my girls is domination?” Sunset's overcast face enlarged as the hand drew Lucky closer to it. Winds became warm by the proximity to the giant girl. “Don't forget I used to be a villainbefore this. If I was feeling really cheeky—I would have put you exactly there.”

Lucky cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

“Don't try to play confused—I know exactly where those little perverted eyes of yours wander to.” Sunset's lips became the sole vision to the tiny as they consumed her sight. Glancing up revealed the massive eyes looking down at her. “I would have pulled out the back of my pants and tugged out my underwear and let you go swimming ever so deeply between my flanks. You'd have only until I sat down in our seat to make it to my crotch—before I sat down on you, of course.”

Those mile-long lips settled inches away from the tiny as Sunset was going for an effect. Each of them was curved to supple perfection and knew how to wear every smile and smirk well. The real trick was in when they split. The reveal of their interior. Moist dimness settling like a carpet over the expanse of the hidden tongue, darkening as it went deeper across.

“And if you wanted to watch the movie? You'd have to push out the front of my pants and panties, allowing them to pin against you, all to get a glimpse of the movie.” Sunset then licked her lips. “But don't you worry. I'd drop a snack or two down my underwear for you to enjoy. Though if we through our snacks a little too early... and I was still hungry... well...”

Sunset opened her mouth as much as she could, allowing the whole of the cave to be glimpsed into, the freshness of a mind attached to every breath. Warm exhales blew over the tiny as the heat seeped through her clothes and exploded across her skin as peppermint stung in her nose.

The inward curve of each lip gestured inside to the presented maw; teeth towered in a subtle slope reminiscent of bars to a prison cell. Wide and tall were their surfaces that one would have to jump at in the hopes of reaching the top. But one couldn't avoid the mass of the warden behind it.

“I guess I would have to reach into the front of my undies and have the little girl there for a little meal.” Sunset's tongue rose with all its weight and crashed on the roof of the top teeth, laying flat, the whole of the monster exposing itself. “Toyed by my butt and pinned by my underwear only then to be devoured. Hard to see a movie from inside my tummy, isn't it?”

Lucky waited with bated breath for the next few seconds. She was panting was the wordplay tickled every bone and licked every lip on her person. All those humiliating ideas simply excited her as none of them reeked of punishment to her. Being washed over by the delicious cheeks of a supple ass then pinned against the pussy lips of Sunset's wonderful cunt?

The monster shot toward her.

Lucky shut her eyes, expecting the tongue to roll over her, the fingers ceasing to do so, allowing the beast to reel her back into the maw. There she'd be played with, flicked around, cheek to cheek, pushed around the arched divot between the teeth—before looming at the back of a throat, rounder than any well, tricked over the edge and swallowed down an abyss.

None of that happened.

Something licked at her cheeks, tiny flicks, reminding Lucky of a happy puppy. Her eyes opened to the tip of the tongue lapping at her cheek, affirming all its love for the tiny, over and over again. Few seconds passed until the tongue pulled back and the same with the hand.

“Of course I'd never do any of that you, Lucky!” Sunset said as her world-size head leaned to the left, eyes closing and lips spreading. “Those days are behind me now thanks to you. I'm... happy we can be like this now. You and I, close together, being able to be with another.”

The hand zoomed Lucky toward the presented cheek of the girl, crushing her against the lemon surface in the lightest of slap, the crack through the air, pleasant on the ears, the tiniest rippled vibrating across the expanse of softness. The warm squish wobbled around the tiny as she was rubbed around it, sinking easily into the texture, a sensation that never ceased to be wonderful.

And she would have enjoyed it more.

If it weren't for one thing.

The burning at the junction between her legs.

“Sunset?” Lucky asked in opening her arms and hugging the cheek, bunching the softness into a clump before her chest. In the slanted surface above, a massive eye opened, looking down at her. “You know I love you, right? Not the like-like kind of deal but the full price of love-love. You're banging in every sense possible—in body and personality.”

“And I think you're not too shabby yourself.”

“What can I say? I'm the first example of smaller being better when it comes to a relationship.” It was true Lucky's size was her selling point. It didn't matter the size of her ass or her chest—both still, thankfully, moderate. “But when I say I love you... that doesn't just apply to the girl you're trying to be. I like all the parts of you.”

Sunset swallowed in fear... but the action itself, of hearing and feeling the vibrations of such a thing... was enough to turn the tiny on even more. “How d-do you mean?”

“It means that I know a part of you still gets off to being like the villain that you were before.” Lucky submerged into the squish of the cheek, relying on its warmth for support. “The sirens showed us that we have a taste for the other side. I didn't hate all the things they put me through... only that I didn't get to do them with you.”

Sunset's eye was still cast on her from above, while her lips blew gales from below, the feeling of being in the middle of a beast. The giant stole seconds to compose herself. Then her head lowered and honesty found itself within her. “I've been fighting. Fighting so hard to keep me from being like that. Trying... because it's so easy for me to be and enjoy being evil.”

“You were never evil to me,” Lucky replied with a smile. “Only cheeky.”

“T-That so?”

“We go from cheeky to genuine to joking all the time.” Lucky shook her head and rubbed her cheek into the much bigger one. “It'd be boring if we were one way all the time. Sometimes we need a little foreplay to get it out of our system. All that you said to me... I liked it.”

Now it was Lucky's turn to lower her head and speak the truth. “If anyone else said that to me, I would have fought, with words and struggles, hating every second of it—especially if they were really the kind of person. But I know you, Sunset, to know that you're not like that. You'd get off to dominating me with your butt. But I also know we'd cuddle and talk and go back to normal after all.”

Sunset kept silent.

“It's those kinds of games that the rest of the world will never get to play.” Lucky raised her head to gaze up to the eye above. “That I would suddenly find myself in the back of your underwear and need to escape before you sat down. But I know you'd never sit on me unless I wanted it. Or you would do it in a way that I wouldn't be harmed and couldn't call it off.” She inhaled a deep breath to put a conclusion to all she felt. “I guess what I'm trying to say is that... as much as you would enjoy me struggling against the cheeks of your ass... I would also enjoy struggling against the cheeks of your ass.”

And then she nodded. “Because it's your ass. And I know your ass. I trust it.”

The visage of the sloped and sunny cheek pulled away as the rest of the colossal face swam back into focus. Sunset nearly glared at her, and Lucky flinched, wondering at which point... she'd fucked up.

“You... have to be... the absolute worst at expressing yourself.” Sunset a single tear to cast a river across a curved lane to her chin. Next to that journey came the first, true, genuine smile from the girl. “You're so silly and perverted, yet sweet and kind at the same time. Never change. I love that you love my butt.”

Lucky nearly gasped as she was flung forward and the mass of the lips washed over her at once. Tons and tons of immense softness crashing and retreating to allow another wave, heavy, to slip over her again.

And Lucky kissed back as her own covered not even an inch on Sunset. Yet the affection was felt and its size was always irrelevant. So long as it was there, its size and form didn't matter. It was acted upon and that was all that counted for a girl like Sunset. Her bizarre life with Lucky, barren of normalcy, could be made complete on a single fact.

That this tiny girl loved her wholly.

Once the kiss was done, however, the tiny was pulled away. Something was different about them both this time around. Each of them was breathing, panting, desiring more from this exchange. Lucky had been rolled and allowed to rest in Sunset's palm as it was held before her face.

And Lucky had been the one to break the thickening silence. “So... can we finally fuck now?”

Sunset rolled her eyes but nodded.

It had been her that had said to never change.

Sunset walked down the hall of her apartment with nervousness tensing her nerves. Given the right to be as she pleased allowed for a few fears to go away—but the first time was the first time. Her hand turned the knob to the door and the bedroom and, even though none were next to her, she didn't enter the sacred place alone.

Rather her mind was fixated on the pebbles that were nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She was never aware of them during her daily life. Now, however, every rise and fall and jiggle teased her mind. The subtle times they smacked together, pronounced, due to the pebbled crushed over by the walls of softness.

A little tease to what the rest of the night had promised.

“A-Alright.” Sunset more so swallowed the words than spoke them as the door shut behind her. She glanced to her left, the sliding-doors of her closet outfitted with glass. They depicted her current reflection. “Hope you had fun—because it's time to come out.” She turned her hips and went to hook a pair of fingers to the back of her pants. But a glance at the mirror asked for something different. “On second thought.”

Sunset strolled to the glass and turned around, arching out her hips, sticking out her ass, feeling a leaving from in-between her cheeks. Sure enough that lucky pebble had escaped the twisting walls of her flanks to the pocket of freedom between the front of her hills and the material of her undergarments.

But as she pushed her bottom out, the underwear was forced to stretch to the curve, the cheeks filling the space, the mass of ass rolling over the tiny. Soon there was a minuscule bugle in the denim. Her butt filled out the back of the pants and perfectly outlined the shape of her lover against them.

“What's the matter Luck? You were lucky enough to get in my pants... but couldn't handle something like my derriere?” Sunset shook her hips to the sway of her flanks, loving their rolling over her lover. “Don't worry. Your big girlfriend is coming to save you from herself.”

Meanwhile.

Lucky found herself splayed in the most subtle of curves at the bottom of the presented cheek. If she had to guess, she was near its bottom at its thickest swell. Every jiggle beat over her body in smacks of utter softness. The pressure was immense but it was plushness that was always on her. It more so flattened around her then it did crash into her.

Then her world opened up.

Above came a literal silver lining as the waistband of the denim had been tugged inches back. Fingers pushed into the crevice between sunny softness and dense fabric, holding each of these massive shapes back, in a protective way, to reach the tiny lover trapped by them all.

There was a moral in that, somewhere.

Then the fingers found and wrapped around her. Slowly they lifted Lucky out of the silky confines on being raised before the cleft of the rump where the area was more spacious. Dark transitioned into blinding light as Lucky was saved into the world once again.

The first thing she did was glance right to the vertical lands of glass. There loomed the titan with the back of her pants pushed out, one hand holding them out, another pinched at something that was an inch. The power of the scene was enough to make the tiny whimper.

Lucky was into bad girls.

Just wasn't often they had kind hearts.

The world rocked around Lucky as the giant walked. Gazing down revaled the miles of land covered in seconds by a stride of a foot. Soon the visage transitioned into the sea of blanket that was the bed. One the fingers lowered Lucky toward and, on being close enough, flicked her onto.

Sunset's way of pushing her lover onto the bed.

Lucky crashed into the blanket and mattress, which swallowed her impact and bounced her a few, causing her to roll back into stillness. Shaking her head, it took seconds to adjust to the new landscape. After a while, she stood, gazing off to the giant on the horizon. Two pant-clad legs loomed before the bed and, in Lucky gazing up, she saw the heaviness of the crotch above—barely held back by a gold, metal button, akin to a vault.

The vast width of those denim-covered hips saw to massive hands crashing onto their sides, one side being pushed out, baking the scene in the aroma of her allure. Lucky tried looking even higher up—falling on her rump in attempting to see the top of the skyscraper—as the stretching, rising lands of dense fabric, deeply black, rose ever higher into the sky. It'd been a thick tank-top clinging to every inch of Sunset in a way both girls loved,

Shadows passed over Lucky, round in perfection curvature, leaving her sitting in-between. Plush mountains loomed above with their shape hugged by the dense fabric of the top. Both could barely be seen over to a glimpse of the face, beyond blurry and massive, that consumed the sky and tinged it in yellow.

“Don't you worry.” Sunset's words floated above non-existent clouds and rained down the same. “You won't be on that bed for long. Relax now. Let your protective girlfriend take care of you. Reward you for not saving you as quickly as I should have.”

The distant haze of the hips turned around, cast in a blurry state due to their scale, the mass of ass crashing over and out from above. There was a slight sway to the hips, a swish to the right and a jump to the left, a bop up and down, allowing the constraint fatness below to jiggle around. The deviating pressures across the denim were beyond a turn on.

Sunset turned around as her eyes from above never left the tiny. Instead her hands reached to her sides, feeling across the slope, fingers tracing across the subtle, vertical curves. They reached up to the pushed-out sides of her globes—where the fabric was spread, nearly stretched to cover their shape.

Most girls needed the thickness of clothing to supplement what they had.

But Sunset was different in that regard. Rather it was what she had that supplement that which was around it. Expanding the clothing worn around it, allowing the sight of spread fabric over the supple shape to tease at what could so deliciously push everything out.

Her palms collapsed to the sides of her squishy mountains as her fingers laid over their tops, sinking into the unseen skin without meaning to—Sunset was truly that soft. Then her fingers dug in with intent, causing the plushness beneath to spill and press against the material.

“You're going between these girls soon enough.” Sunset rolled back her head and closed her eyes, moaning at every syllable. “Caught deep in-between and unable to escape. Only able to wiggle before I do this.” Her palms pushed together and her boobs pressed the same, filling out, top and bottom, torrents of squish spilling out. “Forced to endure every squeeze as each becomes harder and longer and tighter.”

She moaned loudly. “Feeling you struggle inside my chest is going to be wonderful—why don't you take a closer look?”

Sunset's hands reached down to her tank-top coming short over her tummy. Lucky lost her breath in seeing that screen of fabric becoming gripped by the pillars of fingers. They settled for a second before pulling upward. Tanned, lemon skin glowed below as the top was pulled up over the tower of woman.

Lucky stumbled backward in seeing the difficultly of the fabric passing over the chest above. Those globes were pushed in by the fabric, one forced to wiggle over them, casting them to wobble, each bounce titanic on the eye.

That was until the clothing was pulled through the sea of hair and over the head of the giant so high in the sky. It turned and swung around like a lasso above, its creation of currents of wind thick, the sounds of which, thicker, as Sunset stood like a goddess.

She then let go and let the article soar over the bed. It cast night as Lucky looked up to the flying sea of black above. Then it fell and crashed somewhere beyond the mattress. Looking away had been her defeat.

“Shouldn't have kept your eyes from the prize,” Sunset voice echoed from behind her and, by the time Lucky gazed back, the black bra holding the twins overhead was undone. “Now you'll have to get out of this to see the girls you like so much.”

Lucky turned around to the towering blur of the giant to sense a heavyweight upon her. Looking up allowed her to see the vastness of domes overhead. The padded kind now dropping over her. Sunset smirked from above and before, loosely holding her bra over the tiny, letting go on the second of being seen.

“Have fun.”

Lucky had been standing in the vastness of a blanket as everything changed. There was a heavy and dull thud around her as everything darkened. The view beyond was taken by the curve of the cup surrounding her. One baked in heat and the sweet smell of Sunset's skin. Her boobs could heat the whole flat if Sunset wanted to.

“Know how to turn a girl on... don't ya?” Lucky whispered to herself with a smile, reaching the end of the article, lowering to her knees and bringing a hand to the dense brim of it all. It required some muscle in her shoulder to lift it even by an inch—which she crawled through.

The world opened again to distant thighs filling the horizon with their thickness. Following the exposed, slender belly above saw to the golden twins high above—finally free and being played with. Sunset's palms teased on their underside, lifting their weight and kneading them.

“What's this? Did the little hero escape from her prison?”

Lucky stuck a hand on her hip. “No prison can ever hold me back!”

“That so?” The waistband of the distant pants saw to fingers diving into them, pushed down, ever slowly, as the legs turned around. Lucky was forced to gaze up at the cheeks overhead. Their shape filling out as the denim was pulled down. She gave them a shake on every tug. “But I know a few places you can never escape from.”

Lucky shrugged as she pushed her hips to the side. “Please. I have the key to everything.”

“That so?” The pants collapsed on passing the thickest portion of the presented rump. Waterfalls of fabric striking the air as they stacked a pile on the ground below. Lucky gasped in seeing the natural, amber skin of the revealed thighs. How they shifted in place was delicious. “Because I can think of a few situations you'd be nothing but trapped in.”

Lucky went to speak but was silent as the towering legs turned to face her again. The glow of the skin ceased into the luscious blackness of the clinging underwear. It clung to the mounds of the crotch, panty-clad hills shifting ever slightly.

Lucky was used to being small... but there was something in seeing the spread of the crotch above that caused her to feel small. How that pussy spanned the space of a park and so easily dominated her in simply existing. Dampness came in blotches at its front as musk overtook the area.

“What's this? Is the brave hero starting to realize there's another place I can trap her in?”

That crotch lowered to the bed and kept before its edge, a present to the tiny, who approached it carefully. Lucky was just able to run a hand down the fabric to feel its smoothness. She could press into it ever lightly—barely touching the mounds it outlined.

“Mmhmm! Do you enjoy stroking the front of your girlfriend's giant underwear.”

“Giant underwear?” Lucky teased back. “Don't let the whispers of bullies get into your head. You're not fat in the slightest. Your underwear isn't giant at all.”

“Aren't you just a naughty girl for mincing my words.” One of Sunset's legs rose from the horizon, the same true for one of her arms, both arching into the sky above. Lucky stumbled back at watching the structure of a woman pass overhead. “Better look out, little Lucky, because I'm about to lie down.”

Twin breasts hung from above as each smacked into the other; Sunset's sunny stomach composed the vastness of the sky in skin alone. After the giant had passed overhead, however, she reached the opposing end of the bed, turning and collapsing,

The bed rose and dropped and waves rode throughout the mattress. Lucky rumbled about in place as squeaked thundered in the distance. On finding proper footing, however, the tiny became aware of the slender, amber pillars are her sides.

The greatness of towering legs settling on her sides.

The tiny girl turned around for a scene unable to be handled. The legs thickened inward until reaching the swell of the gigantic thighs. The bottom of the giant was exposed. Panty-clad cheeks smushed into the bed as the cliff of the crotch couldn't be seen over.

Until a hand swept in and plucked the tiny up.

Within seconds it had deposited her on the sprawling area of heated skin. The blond surface firmly rolled into the beyond, coming short at the sides and tapering behind. Lucky gazed forward to the underside of mountains—ones capped by bubble-gum pink tits.

“Guess we finally made it.”

The boobs fell away to create a narrow passage in-between them, revealing the distant face of Sunset. She was smiling at the inch currently standing on her stomach. “Can't say I ever expected my use time to be like this. Hope you enjoyed the show back there.”

Lucky nodded her head around. “Managed to knock a few items off the bucket list thanks to you.”

“Glad I could impress.” Now it was Sunset's turn to arch an eyebrow. “But do you think you could pay back the favour? You've gotten to see most of me naked by now. Haven't had anything in return.”

Those golden mountains jostled whenever the giant spoke. Little ripples down their shape as their wholes jutted about ever so lightly. It made listening to her words harder. But Lucky still patched the request through. Her hands reached the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head.

“I, er, where should I put my clothes?”

Sunset giggled to the light smacking of her chest. “Oh, right. Guess losing your clothes would make them much harder to find them again.” She racked her mind for an answer—one with an attached smirk. “How about this? Look behind you.”

Lucky turned to the playground of the waistband behind her, the wide brim brought up from fingers, revealing a hint of the view within. Tufts a fuzzy pubic hair towered like an untamed crop. Each seemed silky and shared the same colour of Sunset's hair.

“Toss everything in here.” Sunset inched the waistband higher. “Don't worry. It'll probably get tangled in my bush or glued to my underwear from your handiwork later. Once you get my panties off tonight... they'll either be in there or on me for sure.”

Sunset fought a blush in gazing over the top of her breasts, the back of her neck propped up on a pillow, allowing her to see the tiny currently on her tummy. Lucky stood as tall as she could in comparison to the running landscape around her.

Sunset's breathing quickened at the sight and Lucky noticed. The flatness of the tummy dived and pushed out slightly, causing the little one to stumble, the mass of the breasts lazily riding the waves as well.

Lucky fell forward and splayed herself above the vault that was the present belly button. Sunset giggled—washing the girl in the waves that passed down—before scooping a finger over her back. It traced the smaller girl's shape, a spot of the skin and the most minuscule chill that was a bra-strap. Going down offered a little reward in the slight, rising plushness, of Lucky's derriere.

“Cute butt.”

“Thanks.” Lucky's face raised from the golden skin to gaze across the sloping valley of breasts—gazing into the monolithic face there. Sunset was wearing a kind smile between the fields of blushing cheeks. “I made it myself.”

Sunset giggled as her eyes glanced down. “Do you.. mind if I help with your clothes?”

Lucky swallowed but nodded. “Only if I don't have to repay the favour later.”

Sunset beamed at that in lifting pinching the waist of the cutie and lifting her. With delicate precision of her nails, they clicked the bracket of the bra, undoing the strap. Lightly they pulled it forward, across the arms, and off the chest it helped hold back.

The bra rested on the top of her index finger as Sunset leaned in to examine the girl closer. It may not have been the biggest rack around, but the minty skin was luscious and gleamed in the light—seeming like coating brushed over the sweetest of foods.

Saliva seeped into the giant's mouth.

“Hope you don't take this the wrong way,” Sunset said in lowering her finger beneath the band of her panties, tangling the bra with the thick tufts of her bush, “but I think mine are bigger.” Her arm came back to cross around the arch of her boobs, a forearm pushing them back and up, allowing their shape to bunch and compress together.

“I'm not the one that loses out in this exchange,” Lucky fired back as her hands lowered down her front, grabbing the band of her underwear. She pulled them down while lifting her legs—allowing the free, warm air to tickle all that laid bare. “More of you to enjoy for me.”

“Oh? Is that what I am to you?” Sunset freed her arm from the hold as her sunny boobs crashed back onto her chest, fat smack and subtle wobbles following, little ripples afterward as they settled back in place. “Enjoy me all you can and leave little in return?”

“You kidding? Didn't you learn from our first meeting?” Lucky struck a pose with her arm, pumping a muscle as if it would improve her image. “There's always a way to win! Be it talking or doing the little things that the big people don't notice.”

“Hmm.” Sunset tilted the mass of her head as waterfalls of hair slid down her shoulders, overflowing to the sides of her shoulders and becoming trapped behind her back. Her eyes mockingly glanced at the heavens. “I dunnoo! How is a little girl like you supposed to get all of this off?”

Sunset glared back at her with a grin as her free hand gestured down the sprawling length of her frame. Their intimate moment returned to the teasing and competition normal for them. Her words were true.

With thick thighs and a supple ass and fat breasts and a tight pussy... each utterly gigantic... how was the little Lucky supposed to get that much of a woman off?

“Because you're hornier about this than me!” Lucky said with a nod and the crossing of her arms. “Have you seen your panties Sunny? They're soaked and I can smell how wet you are for me right now.”

Sunset smirked. “Then maybe I should toss you into my underwear right now.”

“You're not going to do that because—“ Lucky turned the face of the fingertips consuming the sides of her body, pushing into one and pressing into the other, allowing her a second long escape. Her feet tapped the tummy as her steps sunk into it. She then struck a finger to the mountains beyond. “Because I'm going to take on your boobs first!”

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Lucky had no clue what she was doing. Being on Sunset's body was it became her new world was crazy. The stomach went on forevermore to her sides and the length of the legs blurred further than what her vision could capture. And, of course, the boobs before her towered higher than any mountain.

At her sides flew back the massive hands of the giant, coming to settle in the distance, slipping into the underside of the thick, sunny puddings. Each colossal boob was lifted as the fingers across it sunk easily into its shape. Rising high to the sky was how their size had blocked light.

“So these are the mountains you dare to challenge?” Sunset's voice echoed from behind the underside of the boobs. They were thickest here. Lucky walked closer toward them, the skin warming at her feet—nearly burning on reaching their shadow; the place they once rested. “Don't be so silly. No explorer could handle the weight of these crashing on them.”

“Maybe to someone cutting gym class!” Lucky came to the thickest swell of the held mammary, able to see the length of every finger zooming across it, the tons of weight they held back, how deeply they sunk into it. Slowly the masses were lowering. “But a gal like me can take it—no sweat?”

“Let's just see about that.”

Lucky wasn't quite sure what she was expecting in seeing the bottom of those fat breasts falling toward her like a mock tidal wave. Splitting her legs and holding out her hands, she prepared to take the weight of the boob—no matter its great weight.

The fingers supporting the rack flew away into the distance as Sunset let her chest drop with a knowing smirk. Her boobs smacked back into her chest and, in one second, Lucky was standing in her pose, and in the next, nothing could be seen of her as the underside of the mass swallowed her whole.

The flesh of the boob smacked into her body into the ground and rolled over and around her as a result. Nothing could be done to the immense pressure weighing on top of her. It was heavy and dim as the brightness of the skin was the only light within this pocket.

“What's this? I don't see the little hero anywhere!” Sunset's voice came both through the heap of delightful fatness, the other, echoing through the hollow chamber below. “All I saw were those big bad boobs come down out of nowhere and wipe out the whole zone! Wherever could my little Lucky be?”

Lucky found herself lying on her back, panting, breathing odour instead of oxygen. Immense softness crushed across her body in the heaviest blanket experienced in her life. She was trapped underneath Sunset's right breast, closest to its center, where the ceiling was most vast and the softness utterly dense.

Thankfully the boob was incredibly squishy too. It smothered the tiny but did not outright pin her—despite feeling as such. Lucky was even able to raise a hand to the ceiling, pushing up on it, hands sinking into it, fingers swallowed, that was, until finding purchase.

She pushed back an iota of the titanic boob as a gasp rung out from above.

“What's this? I felt a tickle! Could have someone lived through the collapse of my boobs?” Sunset's distant giggles exploded like sporadic bombs in their booms jostled the landscape. “Don't worry! I'll send out a search party to find you!”

Lucky flipped onto her stomach and closed her eyes at once. Heated skin burned her tits with its pleasant strokes. That same tinged spread across her frame the same, causing her thigh to implode with a gooey reward. The tiny never had her ass played with before—but having the full weight of a breast pressing and rubbing over her rump was enough to reveal unknown sensitivity in hidden places.

“Mmhmm! That's a good girl.” Lucky heard Sunset's moan as a distant tapping came from above. She'd been using a forearm to create a pocket in the collapsed space, the softness of yellow always spilling over her—but allowing enough space to at leash push forward. “Keep crawling underneath my boob like that. Let me feel how big it is. I can't even see you while looking at it. None would think any different if they were to glance at it. But I know you're there, stuck, forced to crawl through.” Muffled squeaks of the bed came with shuffling sheets in the great beyond. “It feels sooooo gooood! Being ignored as I have for years. This level of appreciation... mhmm.... was deeply needed.”

Lucky noticed the slit between the ceiling and ground was spreading out and becoming wider as she must have been reaching the side of the mountain. What she couldn't get was the tapping above. Little smacks like feet were walking above the top of the hill. Worse was, when it passed directly overhead, the pressure on her body became greater.

Until a solid pushed from above caused the boob to pin Lucky into place.

“Found you! Nearly escaped too!” The pressure relented for a second and Lucky panted her next through breath back. The air was humid with the taste of orange on her tongue. Light shone behind her. “You better crawl quickly! My fingers are coming to get you!”

Lucky blinked at seeing the other side of collapsed mass suddenly pull into the sky. In the thick, blinding opening, two fingers slide in, long and slender, sliding across the ground with ease. The girl turned away from it and begun crawling toward the exit at once. “That was it!? You were marching your fingers over the top of your boob to feel for me?”

Laughter caused the ground to rise and sink beneath Lucky as the distant voice roared. “All is fair in love and war.”

Lucky barely made it out with her life at reaching the ending curve of the breast on top of her. She could feel the smooth nails brushing her ankles as the sloped edge was thickest of the mountain. Rolling onto her back, she pushed all four into the ceiling, straining to lift it, raising a considerable amount of boobage as it created a gap for her.

“Found you.”

“Ack!”

Lucky had expected to maybe been grab, but as the plushness of the fingers arched over the slope of her crotch, pinning itself there—that had been unexpected. Her feet kicked into the dim ceiling as little ripples flooded outward from it. She rocked back in forth to handle the overwhelming pleasure flooding out from the pressure.

Sunset must have been smirking at catching the tiny underneath the monolithic stature of her girls. She already had big tits to begin with—just a lick away from being D's—but having them so utterly crush another must have been a turn on. It was if the change in breathing was to be believed.

Little smacks of the lips and suppressed moans still getting through.

Lucky was still much in the same boat as she tried to escape. Her bare body was free except her crotch, pinned by the mass of the finger that's sheer size forced her thighs into a spread. It ever so lightly applied pressure on the spot, pinning the body in please, causing Lucky to do her best to fight against it.

“Aaaahh! H-Heroes never go down like this!” Lucky wrapped her legs around the smooth, warm pillar, attempting to wrestle it into submission. “Take this!”

“My oh my! Are those your thighs I feel? Can't tell you how much I would love to roll them around between my fingers.” Lucky gazed down the front of her body, watching her boobs jostle from her struggles, twisting her frame to land an escape. “But does that mean my finger is where I think it is? If that's the case, then I can do this.”

Lucky glared at the polished surface of the nail until seeing and feeling the whole of the finger pressed down, pushing back and forth, stroking the junction between her legs. The poor girl spasmed at once at having a plush hill, heated too, rubbing full force into her pussy.

She screamed in pleasure as she rolled around to express the torrents of pleasure. Her thighs locked around the finger for a different reason as her hips couldn't be stopped from grinding back and forth, riding the rubs of the massive strokes, feel intense pressure on her lips that called for her hips to smack into the surface teasing her.

“Got you! Extraction procured!” The finger went from rubbing back and forth, a push forward and back on the minty thigh, to tapping on the minuscule cunt. Over and over, each tap summoning a hump, the tiny still fighting to grind her pussy all over the fingertip. “May want to lock your arms around my finger for this. Going to be a fast retreat.”

Lucky did as she was told as the rest of the finger passed over more of her frame. Her arms wrapped around its barrel and couldn't even reach its back. Her chest sunk into the skin and meshed into the bone of the knuckle behind. Lost to an intense pleasure that stole her, Lucky locked herself to the finger, grinding up it was her boobs were smushed between it, her face sunk into tip, hungrily making out with it.

Gravity and velocity gripped and churned in her stomach as the suddenness of light flashed into her life. It took a few seconds for the winds to cease and the movement to stop. Still she made love to this smooth structure—that was until hearing the clear laughter of her lover.

“Not going to lie to you.” Lucky pulled her face from the surface of the finger, which towered so much higher than she could reach, and looked left and off into the horizon. Sunset's giant face loomed there, lips opened as she was panting, cheeks ever red. “Never expected to see you so horny or round my finger so tightly. You almost look and feel like a dog given a leg.”

Lucky intensely blushed at the realization of not only being hovered over the massive spread of breasts below, but that she was making lover to a finger, humping and kissing and smacking her chest against it... all while the giant watched like she were some kind of pet.

The tiny let go without thinking and fell at once. Sunset didn't try to do anything but lean left, her right boob sinking into the same direction, the surface of the sphere fast approaching in Lucky's vision. Her body smacked into it, sinking inches as the mass swallowed her momentum, wobbling it away as it launched her out the same.

Lucky smacked into the curve wall of the sister as the apparent heat of the twins settled over her. Heated air reminiscent of the thickness of a sauna—but one always tinged with the flavour of the giant. She smacked into the side of the boob, rolling down it this time around, becoming deposited into the narrow alleyway between them.

The ground was harder here, allowing the tiny to rise easily enough, but the weakness of her legs caused her to stumble left. She placed a hand on the lazy side of the boob only for it to sink into it against, her body tripping into it, sinking, it impressing her shape into it.

Lucky stood against it as she gazed out to the front of the cleavage. The distant face of the giant wasn't even focused on her as its chin tilted upward as if to receive something. Then came the fly-by of the previously rode finger, douse in a droplet of juices, aimed for the widening maw of the giant.

The monolithic scale of seeing those lips part to the absolute cavern within scared Lucky in a primal sense at seeing the magnitude of a predator's maw. Nearly a city could fit across the expanse of that tongue as skyscrapers couldn't hope to touch the vast ceiling of her mouth. That finger driving in barely covered anything despite having the thickness of a spaceship. The lips closed upon it and the sounds of suckling composed the night.

Lucky wasn't sure how to feel inside the darkened valley as the distant scale of her girlfriend had leaned her head back, sucking her every mile on not even an inch of wetness, a series of thick bulges appearing on the distance throat.

They passed down that tunnel and faintly appeared across the chest. It raised the patch of skin holding Lucky as she further sunk into the squishy wall. Her eyes couldn't help but follow the direction of the tremors. A distant spread of the taut belly laid in the horizon as those passing things became deposited within it.

“Mmhmmh!” The fingers plopped out from behind and caused the girl to look left. She was still sinking into the warming wall as the heat tinged at her ass. Sunset had settled the mass of her face on the tiny. “Now that's a taste of you I can't get enough of—but correct me if I'm not mistaken. Weren't you going to conquer my mountains?”

“Of... of course I am!” Lucky kicked off from the side of amber jelly as it jiggled in her absence. Stumbling to the middle, she went to stand tall, only to hunch forward, still, very much, panting. “Just need to catch my breath is all. Came close to... y'know.”

Torrents of softness washed down Sunset's expression. “So you're enjoying this, right?”

“Think I'm as scared as I am turned on,” Lucky replied in standing tall, catching her breath. “It's something new and different and, I'm not going to lie, you're a lot bigger with your clothes off. Usually I'm trapped in a place or kept on your shoulder. But seeing the full scale of your body and trying to traverse it—definitely going to take some getting used to.”

“Do you want me to tone it down?”

“You kidding? I'm no wuss.” Lucky pointed a thumb over her shoulder to the view in the great beyond. “I don't want an inch of dry panties before I get there. I promised to rock your world as much as you're rocking mine. Wouldn't be a proper first time if all you did was treated me.”

“So the game's back on?”

“The game's back on.”

“Good. Because I wanted to tell you that the walls are collapsing again.”

“What do you mean the walls are—“

Lucky felt the presence of weights to her sides and, in looking over each shoulder, saw the mountains taking form. Somewhere in beyond the sides, palms were confirming its supple curves, ringers reaching across the underside to give the shape more pronunciation.

“Oh no! Run Lucky! Get out before the walls close in on you?”

Lucky rolled her head around. “You've got to be kidding me!”

Lucky still broke into a weak sprint forward, each step unbalanced and causing her to smack into a boob, each eager to swallow her, to hold her—but she fought on. The overcast shadow became darker as the air singed with heat as the pressure of the shapes grew tighter. It wasn't even at the halfway point the front of the valley smacked together, blocking the way, leaving not even a slit as the effect barreled toward the tiny.

There wasn't anything to be done as, even as the girl turned around, the walls collapsed on her at once. Each smacked into the other with an audible slap of skin ringing into the air. Lucky was caught in-between them, one soft, curved dam at her back—another at her front.

They locked Lucky in-between as the heat soared evermore. Each of the boobs meshed together as they rolled over her body, forcing up and down, utterly squishy her own. That was a humiliating factor. Sunset's giant breasts smothered Lucky's own, forced them to compress into themselves, unable to handle the pressure the much fatter twins were exerting onto it.

Then the walls pulled away and light returned dimly again. Lucky was suddenly on her feet, able to breathe, the air faint with oxygen and strong in Sunset's sweat. She barely gazed over the right of her shoulder and down the valley to the distant and blurry face of the giant. She was smirking. “Oh-ho! Here comes another pancake!”

Lucky stared at the arched and yellow hill before her, watching its upward curve into a thickness that she couldn't see over, knowing there was a top over and beyond. But that didn't matter as the whole came hurtling toward her, rippling and jiggling in its speed, not stop even by the throwing up of hands.

The boobs smacked and trapped her in-between, rubbing and meshing together for seconds at a time, loosely falling away after a moment, crashing back together again. Sunset was grabbing her bust and meshing it together, coming to pull away from her hands after a second, allowing the natural split and spilling of her boobs before smashing them together again.

Smack after smash after clap.

“And now the finale attack!”

Sunset gave her all into pushing her boobs together into utter tightness, rolling one up and the other down, one right and the second left, feeling the rubbing of her skin and the mutual sinking of softness into softness. After a few seconds, she kept her chest locked, no doubt enjoying the wiggles of the one between them, kicking feet and heating hands into the supple shape of the twin, having all attacks only swallowed by something like boobies.

What a way to make a girl feel powerless.

That was until something emerged.

“What's this?”

Sunset continued to hold her chest together as she leaned her chin forward. From the crack between her bust shot out a lone hand, reaching for fresh air, the refreshing freedom washing across the exposed forearm. Another hand escaped her bunched cleavage as both smacked down on the tops of her summits.

“No way! You actually swam through my cleavage to reach the top of my girls?”

Lucky head shot out from the sunny slit like a face breaking from the surface of the water, inhaling deeply as her aching lungs demanded, hands crashing on the sloped, lemon surfaces to ensure she'd keep afloat. Looking to her left, she was more on the left breast than the right and, forearm and knees sinking into its grounding, Lucky was able to throw herself onto the top of the plateau.

“Now would you look at that? You made it.”

Lucky didn't bother to gaze to the face watching her the whole way, always feeling it within her peripheral, not caring too much for it. She talked across the rising shape of the land as it tapered to a transition of sunny skin a curvature of bubble-gum pink land.

The tiny was arched forward as she fought to lift her head. The smooth ground became wrinkled beneath her feet, slightly, as the heat diminished the same. Her eyes focused on the base of the approaching structure, one thick and round and soft, tapering up, its rounded tip able to pierce the clouds above.

Lucky fell and landed on her front, flipping onto her back, her breasts naturally parting as she rested on one much bigger. Her head rolled left as she gazed to the giant face. “Not going to use this as an opportunity to mess with me?”

“Think I got my fill of playing a villain.” Sunset exhaled through her mouth as her arms snaked together somewhere below, falling the towering curves that were the sides of her breasts, the support of pressure causing them to expand upward. It was a nice rise to the tiny who felt propped by the boob itself. “This is still our first time and I want it to be... sweet.”

Lucky lazily nodded her head. “Ain't that the truth.”

Her eyes gazed up to the towering tit still within her gaze. Flipping onto her stomach, she rose against, coming to stumble into the swell of the nipple. Wrapping her arms around it, the skin gave way to a structure beneath it. Finally a hardness the girl could latch onto.

“Is it bad that I can see you wearing a naughty cop uniform and using my tit like a stripper pole?”

Lucky grinned on raising a leg across and around the mass, unable to even reach across its side. It still offered support to latch onto as her crotch smacked into the structure. The heat and wrinkles and hardness tucked within gave the girl something to squeeze and thrust into.

But the infatuated girl wasn't about to leave the giant without a reward. Clung to her nipple in a latch unable to be broke, she pushed her cheek into the surface, allowing it to burn into her skin. Lucky gazed into the eyes of her giant lover to ensure all her affection acts were seen.

Lucky propped up her chest and allowed some of the pillars to part her girls, each of which rubbed into the structure, sliding up and down, a different sensation of plushness stroking across its surface. She gasped and held tighter in feeling the nipple throb, swelling slightly, enlarging in thickness and rising harder as a result.

“N-No fair!” Lucky said in-between a pant as she kept her to her thrusts up and down the shaft, allowing it shape to fill the space between her legs, allowing the heated hardness to beat into the sensitivity of her needy cunny. “Even your tit outgrows me!”

“Y-Yeah, b-b-but...” Sunset clenched an eye shut as her expression mellowed into pleasure. Everything flushed through the mass of her system caused by the act of love and lust from tiny teasing her tit. “It's because of you it's growing s-so much and s-oo... mmhmmm!... faaast...”

The sheet of Sunset's tongue flopped out from the mass of her maw and draped itself on her bottom lip. She'd been gazing with love at how much the tiny lover was working to please her. That alone was enough to knock her into a higher state of arousal. Without consciousness effort, one of her hands floated over the dome of her other breast, clamping over its front, kneading the flesh, jerking the tit there between a set of fingers.

“Mmhmm! I-Is that... how that is?” Lucky closed her eyes as heat warmed her nerves and settled her mind, causing her to no longer care for any sake of danger. Even as quakes rocked and wobbled the boob she was on, the fact this giant, despite how dangerous she could be, was her lover... both were engaged in the act of sex with each other caused fears to disappear. “Even when you're not t-teasing or... playing games with me... y-you still find a way... to make a c-competition... out of pleasing you.”

Sunset's head rolled over the wide field of the pillow it rested on, unable to keep still, lightly moaning at every possible instance. She was licking her lips and lightly arching her hips, little thrusts to get it on, the silk of underwear now heating, a burning surface, due to brushing with the fires of her massive cunny.

Lucky had equally lost herself to pleasure as the burning itch deep within her cunt spread further and further. Rocking her body into the towering tit allowed that hardness to press across the full scape of her frame—too bunch her tits and press into her thighs and lightly beat into her slit. She was rocking up as she slid her pussy over the slope of the pillar.

But she could never smack nor fly her thighs fast enough.

“Screw it,” Lucky whispered to herself before gazing over and across the slope of the boob, seeing it lower in a curve the further it went on, seeing the looming face of Sunset, so afar, with her eyes scrunched as she rode the pleasure. “Hey Sunset! Use me like a toy! Force me against your boob and jerk me against your nipple and do every naughty thing that comes into your mind!”

There was a vast casting of a shadow of Lucky as the world darkened for a moment, followed by the slap of a hand, crushing into the surface of the hill, causing it to wobble around. The finger clamped over the spread of its curved, kneading and squeezing, seconds in-between, following by distant roaring and moaning.

Two fingers and the bumps of their midsection gripped the sides of the tiny, ever so lightly, pumping her up and down, slowly, every succession followed by speed. Lucky had the roughness of the towering tit meshed against her breasts and grinding into her swollen lips, the heat and the hardness of the protrusion bringing great appeal.

The giant jerking off her tit in using the body of her tiny girlfriend. This continued for seconds as the pumps were now blurs due to its speed. Both were lost to the state of lust as the night was ready to reach its apex.

Lucky had been brought to the tip of the tit and squeezed against it, which she hugged and humped in the inch of space provided, not so much minding, however, in being pulled away. Once more she was cast before the majestic sight of Sunset's face. Both bore hungry gazes ended by a mutual nod of what was to come.

The tiny gazed over the shoulder to catch the barreling form of the other arm curving around the side of the sprawling bust, the one holding her doing the same of the other side, bunching the twins again—but the real climax was down under.

Lucky watched as the other hand reached the wide, ebony waistband of the panties, lifting them to expose the dim, musky world within. Rich musk floated from the opening with its heat tasteful and crafting molecules in the air. Slowly the tiny watched the top of the band passed overhead, such a heavy bridge, curved and held back, by the might of a thumb.

She was floated over the untamed forest of yellow and scarlet tufts, each fluffy in their silky appearance, locking in the scent of sex and permeating it. Then the journey took a slope in tandem to the natural one of the crotch below.

Two hills inched into view in the greatness of their subtle arch, composed of velvet squish and kissed by sunlight itself, the mounds parted by the sudden rolling of bright pink lips in-between them. Lucky gasped the dark taste of strawberries at finally seeing the giant woman's sprawling pussy.

Its lips were agape to reveal the interior valley of Sunset's cunny. Already a fleshy boulder peeked out from its hood, seeming to throb, flicking in place. Far below was a hole rounder than any vault, breathing and alive, opening and closing in inches, another mouth craving a treat.

Lucky gazed over her shoulder and upward. The dense stitching of the underwear sloped above to perfect and famine curvature. The ceiling was slick, pheromones raining from it, the inside of Sunset's underwear a musky sauna meant to drown those within in the dominating smell of her sex.

The tiny girl remarked, at the back of her mind, of always being a snack. Being fed to underwear or eaten by a giant cunt or devoured by the mouth of a giant. Being inside a pussy would be different as it would be a living and reacting tunnel. What she did would matter a bit more. Yet it would be another thing to swallow her whole.

Rather the fingers brought her to the clit instead. “I-I... don't think you're ready to tend to all of downstairs just yet. But please. Hold onto this for me.”

Lucky looked over the rolling curve of the bolder, allowing her hands to feel across it, a soft layer revealing a complete hardness behind it. Latching herself onto it, the fingers holding her let go—sinking to the blurry base of the cunt below, three slender pillars shooting, in a haze, into the vault far below.

The sight and scene and feeling were a titanic happening beyond description itself.

Lucky gazed up through the opening of the underwear and across the long length of the belly, seeing the boobs afar falling away, allowing you to see, in-between, the distant face of her love. Sunset happened to gaze down and see her, starting to smile, beginning to roll her hips against the bed.

The tiny followed into doing the same. The boulder warmed her thighs and pressed against her softness with a hardness carved throughout the night. She rocked her hips, grinding upward in a curve—having a profound impact. Sunset thumped her ass hard against the mattress to the thunder of roaring squeaks.

Here was a place on a girl where the size of service didn't matter.

Lucky continued to work against the clit as she kissed it and allowed her hands to search across it, always looking to the distant face, seeing Sunset further lost to her pleasures. Down below, the pillars continued to work, shoving in and out, over and over, building speed to the rising of moans.

And fog and steam of sex thickening inside of the underwear.

Lucky couldn't feel the deepening itch within starting to expand, growing and hurting, a close sensation to throbbing. The slaps and smacks of her thighs onto the clit were wet in their sound as she kept going and going. There was a pleasure in seeing every thurst, each hump, causing a quake to shoot upward and across the whole landscape of the giant.

That her tiny stature truly had an impact on her girlfriend after all.

That she could always find a way.

Both girls reached the apex in their speeds as their moans rose and each other names started to sing out. Lucky wasn't aware of when a finger pushed into her back, only that it had, rubbing her around, tapping her in place, giving her the pressure and speed of wanting to be fucked that she couldn't obtain on her own.

And when both girls felt the end of their pleasure in sight, both cried each other's names, the giant arching her waist into the air, as high as she could, rolling her head all over the pillow. The finger holding the tiny arched down to the base of the cunny, a closed, massive hole, faintly revealing the clenching interior of the mile-long tunnel.

To the sloshing sounds of racing currents.

Lucky was panting outright musky fumes in being unable to comprehend the view before her. Far at her sides were the thickest swells of the mounds as they vertically curved, the lips between now spread, the tunnel behind the looming hole utterly massive in its sight. Then came the crashing of waves as a torrent of juices splashed into freedom.

Completely dousing the girl in a thick stream of femcum.

Lucky happily drowned in being cummed on by her lover, overjoying every splash and each crash, the smell like fog in her lungs, all that underwear, ruined, by the pouring honey. Once the torrent had ceased, the tiny was retrieved from the silky confines, brought over to the panting, blushing face of Sunset.

“You...” Lucky barely breathed out, coughing, the taste of sweet milk tinged in her lungs. “...have made one of my dreams come true.”

“And I'm about to do another.”

Lucky couldn't see the eyes above as she was brought toward the closed lips of the girl, which parted slightly, turning her around and resting the tiny on their supple shape. Lucky was gazed down to see the tops of those boobs resting in a golden sheen causing them to look delectable. To the side, however, Sunset had reached for a holding-mirror.

Lucky watched as the screen of glass was held before the lips, allowing their massive size to fit into view, that, and the tiny tucked in-between them. Then the lips meshed over her frame, rolling her around, their warmth and love tickling over her body.

And that tip of the tongue somewhere behind struck at her backside, pushing itself through her clamped thighs and reaching their crux. Lucky grabbed a handful of the lips as her finger clamped to therm, rocking her ass back into the tongue, allowing it lick at her cunt, teasing her pussy, riding the tongue until climax.

Lucky rolled back her head at feeling that cursed pressure finally being released through her cunt, dousing the tongue with a dot of sweet white. She kept upright in the tension of release before faltering onto the lips. Drained and without energy, she was simply content to be held by the lips.

Until they sucked her back into the maw.

Everything was dim and moist as liquids sloshed around. Lucky was lying forward on the center of the tongue, seeing around to the dim cavern, the curved walls of the cheeks and the rows of teeth sloped around. Light shone in, causing an eye to clench, seeing out through the parted lips to the same mirror in the beyond.

It was ethereal to see what she looked like in such scenes. Seeing the front of those lips, opened, to reveal the inside of her maw. Everything looking normal except the tiny girl on the undulating waves of the tongue. Its heated, wet softness was pleasant on the skin, rough enough to provide a texture.

Lucky wouldn't have minded being naked and lounging on Sunset's tongue to an afternoon. But Sunset was seeming to ask for something now. The way how she'd tasted herself on the body on the tiny, unable to hold back on the flavour naturally coating Lucky. She wanted to have her. To be close and one before slumber came.

And for that—Lucky nodded.

The tiny watched as the lips closed suddenly and all went dark, the world tilting up and her body sliding down, hands not even grabbing at the tastebuds. Rather she turned onto her ass and slid toward the back of the throat, letting every bump pleasure her, the wide, dark opening below growing.

Lucky reached the end of the tongue and jumped over the edge, allowing the back of the great throat to capture her at once, thick and soft muscles welling around her like a tight of warm, damp blanket—ushering her downward.

All became dark as her body was carried down the length of the throat, feeling the journey slowed from pressure on the outside. Sunset must have tilted her head back to completely expose the area, pushing to fingers on the bulge created by her form, stroking it with love as it thinned and disappeared beneath her chest.

Lucky was spat into the familiar confines of the belly to the splashing of her crashing form. In the distance came the thumping of a heart quickened by the act. The area was warm, sweetly scented, a smell belonging only to the likes of Sunset. The tiny rose within the dome, feeling it quiver before her feet, everything shuffling as the giant must have properly laid back.

And then there were the distant pats on the outer shell of the belly.

Lucky reached the back of the backward curve of the stomach, sitting down and leaning against the lining, the heated surface better on naked skin. All around her was the body of her love as she was now at the center of it all. Inside the titanic as she spanned all around her.

And that's how the two came to spend that night together, one inside of the other, both peaceful in this regard, being as close as possible one could be to another.

Author's Note

I suppose there is shame in admitting there are some clients a writer likes more than others. To pretend all projects are equally loved to be worked on is folly. This story, however, needs no pretending.

This has to be my favourite commission of all time to work on. Alex's tastes are the same as my own and we both get a kick out of the same kinks. His outlines had enough to work off while allowing me room to inject a few beats. It was simply a fun, relaxed, and great story to work off.

Sometimes it's the simple and loose ones that are the best to work on.
~ Yr. Pal, B

I | First Meetings to Belly Greetings

The Lucky Star in the Shinning Sunset
B_25 & Alexshark

Lucky Star was different from the rest, not due to her ability to be cheekily kind to others, nor because of the faint, creamy green of her skin—hair much like toothpaste, violet and white—but because she was all of the above despite being an inch tall... in a world of towering giants.

Days were different for her because of it. Even though her home had been optimized for one of her size—that didn't stop a morning routine feeling still like an adventure and an odyssey. Despite having every right to be entitled to help, Lucky forwent it when she could, wanting to take the strain off those close to her.

She had her own room which she complained about night and day. Most of the space went unused, but as her caretakers had said, every girl deserves the privacy of her own room. It didn't mean she didn't give them trouble for it. But such digs were effortlessly returned by her loved ones.

The bathroom had been a similar story.

Thankfully the tiles of the floor were always warmed due to the capability of their drastic effect upon her. Lucky had shivered at previous memories. During a night in winter, a light night call to the bathroom had range. Exploring across those far, spanning tiles of white licked her feet with the same coldness of ice.

First time Lucky ever felt the need to take a jacket to the toilet.

Fortunately, things had gotten better as they went along. There'd been a rope tied to the side of the sink, allowing for her to climb without the need of others. Her caretakers worried about the extra exercise and danger of climbing a mile of rope every day—something Lucky would tease the gut of her father for.

Rather, the feeling of climbing the long rope to the sky, while the vast, monolithic backdrop of the bathroom surrounded her... had ingrained something special into the tiny girl. That even though the world was large, dangerous and untamed, that she could traverse it. Like others had done in a time long before.

Baths were swimming pools to her now. Upon reaching the surface of the sink, a rope had been tied around both of its handles, allowing her to groan and pull one of them forward and then back. The porcelain bowl filling with tides of warm water. Guards had been set around the drain, denying any possibility of becoming flushed away.

Bathing. Brushing her teeth. Swimming.

Going to school, however, was not an act she did alone. When the thuds against the long, wide, towering door came, Lucky was already standing at its base. In a comical sense of humour, an even smaller door had been carved at its very bottom—something which a single knuckle of a back of a finger would tap again.

And when Lucky stepped out, there would be the height of her friends, waiting and smiling. One of them would lift her to their shoulder, where she held a thick vine that had been a strand of their hair, watched the giant world blurred on by as the friends hurried to the car.

It should be unexpected that, upon reaching the same school and the same classes, that Lucky's start desk would be, in fact, a merely smaller desk set at the top-left corner of her friend's desk.

Much to the irritation of her teachers, this allowed for easier cheating for Lucky.

But on this particular day was when the steady but contained rhythm of adventure had changed. It came weeks before but didn't quite settle in until now. Most had either been understanding or not caring for Lucky's condition.

Due to her kindness and her wit, that smart-ass with a heart of gold, none ever attempted to bully her. Those who even thought about it had close to a whole school to worry about chasing them down.

There had been one student, however, who did not care. The recently made 'queen-bitch' of the school. Earning her status with none daring to fend against her. All merely cleared the way, looked away, and hoped to go on in peace.

Although on this very day.

Lucky Star and Sunset Shimmer had run into each other.

“Wouldn't you know? The tiny twerp has come out to play.” Lucky laid back in a daze, unsure as to the lack of air in her chest. Her body ached, limbs made sore, something large kicked into the whole of her. “Don't you know pests are kept in cages for reasons? Little mice that stalk the halls are bound to get kicked by walking feet.”

Something fell from the blurry and shining sky, two pillars of orange, slender and long, the plush surfaces of their tips pressing into the sides of her body. They lifted her. Wind whizzing and voices falling into sounds. Plucked from the ground to the sky in under a second.

“From a former freak to another? Don't try to be normal unless you can actually make it.” In the distance there was the rising of cloth, the fabric of thinness, light-blue, sprawling upward across the giant, taut tummy. “Trying to walk the halls like everyone else is going to show you why you're not like everyone else. Be glad I didn't step on you.”

Lucky Star dangled her legs in the open air, faintly feeling the curve of the hand beneath her shoes. Her body arched freely in the tight grip upon her, able to lean back while shaking her head, the support on her sides solid. “Nngnnmm. E-Ever... hear the phrase watch where you're going at all?”

“Wouldn't you know it? The little girl has some spunk after all.” The rising cloth shifted while Lucky was lifted, the wide plains of the tummy switching now to the beginning of mountains, the curve of the gentle breasts straining the material of the shirt. “Here I thought being tiny would make you timid. Don't think I mean that in a good way.”

“Everyone is w-weak in one way or... another.” Lucky shook her head a final time, coming to grip the side of it to support herself. Her limp body still felt heavy—but not any damage to it. All she needed to do was sit it out for a few minutes. “It's in compensating for each other we become strong. This is on you.”

“I'm sure the raccoon ran over on the highway feels the same way.” Finally, the mass of the chest lowered to the sunny sky made of a single face. The expanse features of Sunset's expression devoured every inch of Lucky's vision. “People can't be perfect. We only change for things worthwhile.”

Despite the terror of being held by the bully, hovered before the monolithic maliciousness of her expression... Lucky still found a way to cross her arms. Another vow she'd made to herself. Everyone feared something. Maybe she had more things to fear. But never would she allow herself to become afraid.

“But don't you worry now! Unlike a raccoon, you do mean something more—like a pet.” Sunset's grin had then split the sun, the narrowing of her eyes focusing more unpleasant energy upon the little one. “A unique one, aren't you? How'd you like to be kept in a cage? Better yet, you should be worn like a novelty.”

Lucky still didn't budge. With her arms still crossed, she narrowed her own eyes, taking zero shit.

“C'mon! It's not even all outrageous.” Sunset chuckled with a burst of laughter booming on the ears. The sinister delight she derived from twisting fears finally elicited a shiver from the little one. “Some dogs even come with handbags! Though, of course, even that is too large for you.”

“You put me in a handbag,” Lucky said in reply, those crossed arms becoming fists at the end, “and that velvet material is going to have a lot of holes.”

“So that's how you deal with the world? Always thinking there's a way out, don't ya?” Sunset then licked her lips, the titan of her tongue slipping out from the lips—almost like a leviathan peeking out from the surface of the water. “Maybe I had the right idea with a cage. One hanging from the end of a necklace.”

“You should tell all of this to a mirror,” Lucky replied upon feeling herself being hoisted up. Without revealing it, something strange had ravaged her body. Little tingles creeping across her spine. The tip of that tongue peeking out, allowing only a glimpse between those lips, a tight slit to the moist cavern of the mouth within. “You'd get a better reaction.”

“Now that won't do at all! Little twerps need to know their place or else they're bound to make the same mistakes! Can't have you thinking silly things—like you're normal, or that there's always a way out.” Sunset shook her head slowly with a cheeky clicking of her teeth. Her other finger wiggled in the air. “You're going to get stepped on or hurt if you think of yourself as anything more than an intelligent insect. Trust me, no amount of friends or methods can save you from some cold truth.”

“I had some microwaves made for my size.” Lucky felt her lips hurt from how much they smiled. The wit behind her words always soothed her soul during terrible storms of terror. “Whatever you find cold I'm sure we can warm up in one.”

Sunset giggled. She seemed genuinely impressed. Her head tilted back and her expression changed from predator to prey to a game between equals. Even though she held the whole of the girl between two plush fingertips—the mutual will and exchange of philosophy had evened the field between them.

“Y'know, if you were a normal-sized girl, then I might have felt threatened by you.” Sunset glanced sideways, keeping her gaze away, a smile forming far below. “You have more reasons to be afraid than anyone here. Yet look at everyone else.”

Lucky didn't follow the request at first. Even if Sunset wasn't outright looking at her—she stayed within her peripherals. She waited a few seconds, only to show that she could before turning her head as well.

Sure enough, the sight captured her eyes as well.

“So scared of what they don't know.” Sunset snickered at the packed hall of students, a stream of countless giants flowing on either side. It was chaos to watch, except for one spot. The very place in which they stood. “I only portray myself as more, and yet, everyone believes it. All that I was, the experiences I had to endure, it gave me a presence you have to earn.”

Sunset's massive face then rolled back onto the tiny one, grinning down at her. “I haven't shown anyone the true extent of the kind of power I have, of the powers I once had. Despite this, everyone still walks feet around me!”

It was true. The flow of students kept far on either side of her. Sunset had been standing in the center of the hall when all of this started and, without having to say a word, everyone pressed themselves close to the lockers to afford her ample space.

“But only a person like me can earn that,” Sunset continued to say while her head fell left. The mass of her hair fell to the left of her shoulder, a tamed jungle of contrasted perfection. The scent of lilac sweet upon it. “Don't give yourself false hope. Or else this will happen again.”

Lucky gazed back at the sunny field of Sunset's face, only this time, an expression of anger had settled across her own. “And what makes you think you're so special?”

“Because I'm strong enough to always find a way out.” Sunset then started to shake her head, making the smaller girl yelp upon lifting her fingers. Up. High up into the air. Tilting back her neck and hovering the tiny over her face. “Maybe if I put you in a cage and wore it like a necklace, you'd find a way out—if the humiliation of seeing the world from my chest didn't kill you first.”

The shivers came stronger. Pricking her feet and frizzing her hair. There wasn't anything Lucky could do about the natural reactions of her body to stress and fear. She'd still stumble while she shivered. Her choice wasn't to get scared, but to keep on despite it.

“You find things less and less humiliating at this size,” Lucky countered upon being suspended over the face of the giant, those eyes made into pools as their gaze narrowed on her. That monolithic mouth opening ever so slightly. “W-We done with this or what? Live life as you like, and I'll do the same, at least fifty feet away from you.”

“Always with the jokes, aren't you? A good way of coping, but sadly, it gives you away.” Sunset parted her lips and opened her mouth, allowing the fatness of her tongue to slap against her bottom-lip. Blowing out air, the minty-moist warmth wafted over Lucky's body. “Most wouldn't notice your shivers either. They're subtle and small. But I'm not like most that have fed into your delusions of hope now, am I?”

“Doesn't matter if I'm shivering,” Lucky said, “if I'm keeping myself straight and tall.”

“And if you keep that way, you'll slide nice and fast down my throat,” Sunset giggled at the effect of her words. Whenever she finished talking, she would keep her mouth open, allowing the captured prey to gaze into the living abyss. “Won't even make it a struggle for me to swallow. Don't you love it when your brave acts work against you?”

Lucky lost her response on that one. With gaining fear she gazed around the hall, seeing only the rush of people looking down, at their phones or at the locker they walked along. Most didn't dare to look at Sunset. This crime, committed in the open, saw by none.

“Always a way out, huh? Maybe out of a cage—but what about the cage of my stomach?” Sunset licked her lips lazily with her tongue, which she pushed out of the way, allowing the small one to look into the back of her throat. How broad it was, strong muscles leading into a narrow passage, a living tunnel with no hopes of defeating. “One way down and you wouldn't be getting out. No way to escape or get out. You'd be inside me.”

The green of Sunset's eyes started to glow from the growing proximity, those fingers pinching the smaller girl... then beginning to lower. Inches taking seconds at a time to cover, that open expanse inside Sunset's mouth sprawling out further the closer Lucky came.

“Trapped in my mouth and played with by my tongue,” Sunset said the words lazily, almost with lust, the warmth of her breath tickling with moisture. Her eyes rolled back from the approaching bliss of a sweet-tasting snack. “Thrown back and swallowed down. Squeezed all the way through my narrow throat down into my tight-little belly.”

The abyss between those pair of lips only widened at every possible angle, the living cave of moistness and of flesh coming toward the little one. Was this really how she would go? Slowly lowered into the mouth of a giant, dropped into a tongue and swallowed back, forced to live within the confines of her stomach.

“Ever have a bad stomach ache before? Y-You'll be the one to throw me up.”

“Just so I can swallow you again? Great idea.” Sunset chuckled upon lowering her fully. For whatever reason, however, she dropped the girl onto the bottom lip. Allowing her feet to sink into its plushness. “This is done for your own good, twerp. Friends can't always be there to help—and you can't always help yourself.”

Another draft of moist steams wafted over the tiny girl. Standing on the lip again, she gazed inward, to the tongue nestled inside that shifted around, a monster lurking beneath the waters. Such a dangerous yet intoxicating place to be.

A prey that almost put a foot in herself.

“The sooner you realize this, the better off you'll—“

The bump changed everything.

The world slowed. The chatter of voices and squeaking of shoes ceasing at once. Both girls blinked at someone bumping behind Sunset, who jerked from the subtle push, her head rocking and her flinching away.

Lucky didn't have support, nothing she could hold onto, the waterbed of the broad, sprawling lip offering no solid foundation for her feet. Her arms spun hopelessly in the air to regain any sort of balance—but by that time, she was already falling forward.

She didn't scream. For whatever reason, even though the giant had tilted back her head, leaving her mouth open, Lucky Star fell forward with a strange sense of grace. Her body fell into a moist, alive, fleshy cavern.

The first changed had been the heat and the darkness. Within the span of seconds the coolness of the hall switched to the pre-baked warmth trapped in by the walls of the distant cheeks. Everything brewing becoming trapped in.

Second was the light. Upon falling through the lips and into the shadowy world on the other side, the source of light had gone from everywhere to only behind her. The only beams and flashes came from the parted lips behind her—the very ones closing further upon every second passed.

The tidal wave of tongue slithered out from the depths to catch her, a flick upward of monolithic proportions, a mass so large and so vast that it shouldn't have been able to move so swiftly. But it did. It raising beneath her as the cave narrowed around her.

All that happened, however, was a velvet bed of red pushing up against her bottom, sliding across some of its lengths, sinking into its squish. The bumps of taste buds rocked her body, a coating of spit slathering over her frame. Unfortunately, due to her gained momentum, the bedding of the tongue only served to bounce her across the depths of the giant girl's mouth.

“Sorry!”

That word. It boomed from elsewhere, outside the world of the maw, muffled, echoing within the living cave. Everything tilted back as Sunset had done much the same with her head, the ground of her tongue now rising like a wall—gravity pulling the little one to the back of the throat.

Lucky struggled to fight, but once more, nothing was there for her to grab hold. Upon falling backward, her eyes saw high above, past the tongue and the backs of the rows of teeth, to where the two lips were coming to meet. Through their slit was the faint sight of the veiling so very far away—until the lips pressed together, and all had gone dark.

Then.

Swallow.

Lucky slid to the back of the throat. The passage opened around her, a wall of thin, dripping flesh opening upon her presence. Even more baking warmth brushed over her from the depths of the passage she was about to take—as if teasing her with horror on her final destination.

Tight muscles gripped her at once. Even though her hands flew forward, grabbing across the wet and smooth surface, she found no purchase. The faintest hold she acquired was nothing compared to the sheer force of power from the throat that gulped her down in an instant.

Everything darkened and tightened. Cramped from the lack of space. Lucky groaned upon roiling her head back, arms caught at her sides, kept there by the tightness, not a single free inch. Velvet walls clenched around her, tightly, squeezing her being, her squirming jiggling the undulating muscles.

Which caused them to smack back into her.

Was this how it would be? Sunset's tongue didn't get a taste of her—but the hugging walls of her throat certainly got a taste. They clamped and clenched around her frame, often in waves, hugging her being crushingly tight before relaxing for a second. Tensing against and all around her, the tiny body bunched and compressed by the soft and slick and curved walls.

Lucky kept groaning after every squeeze while the tight passage slid her down ever lower, no end in sight as the fleshy world of life kept pulling her down. Going down the elevator of another girl's throat. Something about that struck multiple shivers through her frame.

Then came a blockage. Lucky couldn't even look down at her feet to see how much further she had to go. Rather, her head had been forced upright, seeing all the distance she had covered, allowing her to lose further sight of hope, of climbing back to high above.

No longer was she fighting Sunset.

She was fighting the unconscious life and functions of Sunset's body. Most of them, without a doubt, the giant girl was unaware but that Lucky became aware of every inch of. But something had pressed in below. It tried to stop her, but keeping her still made the throat tense from the blockage—nearly crushing Lucky as she screamed and squirmed as if her life depended on it.

Which it did.

Lucky blinked on realizing the blockage. With her head still tilted all the way back, Sunset had placed multiple fingers against her exposed throat, posing them right below the cute lump of gold passing down it. The pressure tried to press upon her feet, to maybe slide them back up the route—but the clenching of the passage denied it.

Hence why the fingers then pulled away, and the clenched walls of the throat then relaxed away, allowing the snack to slide down once more. The large lump disappeared from the silky skin of the throat, shrinking upon reaching the chest—the disappearing from beneath it.

Pressure. Gone at once from her feet. Her legs kicked and swam in the newfound freedom. The sweet release from that softly crushing grip eased some hope into Lucky's heart. It travelled up through her, the strain leaving her skin, from tightness to the freedom of a pool.

The passage then spat her out, the sliding smooth and slow, the thick lining now guiding her downward. It took a few seconds for her to rest at the bottom of the sac, leaning back, feeling the wall cushion beneath and around her.

Lucky sighed. She was too scared to even think about being terrified. In a coolness that was but a veil, she looked around her surroundings, of the interior of a stomach set inside the colossal body of another girl.

There was a constant swaying to it.

It was hard to hear anything beyond the dense walls that comprised her current cage. Looking around didn't do anything to cool her fears. Rather, vines of something lazily drooped from the ceiling. The ground, thankfully, had been barren of liquid.

It spanned on the size of a playground, almost like a place that could be lived in, all of this being inside the body of another. Even while Sunset walked or ran or did whatever in the outside world, the actions inside her belly would mostly be lost on her. Sunset would be aware of nothing and Lucky would experience everything.

And she kept like that, softly swayed by the twisting occurring to the body that sprawled all around her, caught in the stomach of it all. Far too weak to throw a hissy-fit, she sat in defeat, mind quiet. Everything silent. Except for the muffled voices in the beyond.

And the quickening beat of the heart close and yet so very far.

Oh.

Oh no.

No no no.

Oh no done four more times.

Sunset stood still, deadly still, frozen to her skin. She didn't dare move as though the faintest inch would shatter her being into a billion pieces. Someone bumped into her and, upon making contact, apologized profuselybefore running away.

She didn't care about that. With a blink and in placing a hand against her throat, what she cared about was the tiny twerp she swallowed. Her palm rubbed across the length of it, the smoothness pleasant against her skin. Someone had gone down it from the other side.

Her fingers kept lowering. Across the valley of her chest and pausing over her belly. Placing a hand against it, something minuscule jostled from within, a whole, entire being caught within the cage of her tautness.

Someone else was inside of her, now a prisoner of her stomach, no hope of escape, forced to go and endure whatever she pleased. Glancing around showed none had witnessed the affair. None would be the wiser if she pretended none of this had occurred.

Yet the evil woman kept still. She could have rocked her belly, rolling it around, throwing the prisoner inside all around—letting her defeat be more profound. Even though she'd been eaten and trapped inside another, that the predator could still play with their prey would drive the humiliation factor to blissful levels.

And yet. Sunset kept still. Fearful of causing any more harm to the girl she had swallowed.

Walking through the halls became hard. Every step forward, slow and steady, body straighter than straight. The students flowing in the wall still kept to either side, leaving ample space for Sunset to walk through. Some dared to gaze upon her, wondering why the strange movement.

It didn't take long for Sunset to reach the bathroom. She came inside and with a single call, ushered the two girls by the sink outside by once. Her eye clenched after having done so, expression guilty, rubbing a hand over her belly. The force of her shout would have hurt Lucky most of all.

Once everyone was gone, Sunset approached the rows of sinks. Thankfully, she skipped breakfast and coffee. Turning on the tap for warm water, she cupped her hands beneath the stream, watching it pool. Her reflection flashed on the surface. Defeat.

Ironic. All things considering.

Sunset shook those feelings and thoughts from her head. Now wasn't the time for reflection. Rather, upon raising those hands to her lips, she tilted them, pouring the water into her mouth and drinking it down.

Maybe it was because there was a tiny one down there now, but Sunset became far more aware of the sensations of her stomach. The water splashed within, feeling, actually bearing a kind of weight to it.

Thankfully enough hadn't been drunk to drown the tiny. But to make things as comfortable and as clean as possible, such an act was required—as was another, when Sunset drew two shaky fingers inside her mouth, allowing them to float to the back of her throat.

Light.

Blinding but met with fresh air. Soreness and aching. Not as intense but still lingering all over. The groan brought her soul back to life as the previous strife faded from her being. Lucky only lost herself for a moment—was that enough time to pass on to the next life?

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you!” Something warm slipped beneath her limp body, raising her to the sky filled with sunny hills. Then her body pressed against something warm, softly curved, a plushness better than any pillow. “I-I thought you were done for! You weren't in there long... b-but I... I was worried about what I'd find...”

Then she was drawn away. The platform expanded as another palm slid next to the one she was upon. Lying on her back, Lucky lifted herself onto her side, supporting herself with an elbow. Gazing across the smooth, golden fields, she saw Sunset's distant, hazy face.

“N-No wonder how you retain your figure...” Lucky chuckled out, coughing, some water spurting out from her lungs. She jerked at feeling something plush pat against her back—the giant tip of a careful finger. It wasn't pushed away as it kept tapping her back. “Ever hear of breakfast or lunch? Surprisingly enough, they're good for you.”

“Guess you saw around in there, huh?” Sunset exhaled slowly, the strong gale drying Lucky's clothes. “Late start on the day. Had to sacrifice a few things. Listen... I didn't mean to swallow you—someone bumped into me.”

“Right.” Lucky shook her head in vain attempt. The world quivered within her vision, everything refusing to come together into a single sight. “So holding me over your mouth like that—“

“Was all for show! Wouldn't have spat you out otherwise.” Sunset closed her eyes, sighing, but turning her head away upon doing so. “Listen. I've been where you are—just in a different context. It took something painful, something real to snap me out of it.”

Lucky narrowed her eyes on the giant, but didn't say anything, swept away from the words. Suspicious of them.. but still listening all the same.

“You need to be wiser about this stuff, or else the real thing is going to happen. If you didn't see that for yourself, then I needed to scare it into you.” Sunset shook her head. “Something like would make you more careful from now on. But it wasn't actually my plan to go on with it.”

Lucky continued to look at her. She wanted to be mad, to yell and lash out but, in seeing the hurt of the giant, the sincerity of the words glittering upon her heart... anything more would have been a wasted effort.

In the theme of strangeness that had followed from the start of the day, both girls had learned a lesson, each in their own way. Lucky to be more wary of venturing too far from established comfort.

“Looks like someone's watch too much scared straight.” Lucky shook her head one last time, finally locking her vision in from swaying. “But you've got those guards beat in terms of a prison.”

Sunset didn't want to—but she giggled. “Guess I do. C'mon. I'll drop you off at the front of the school.”

Perhaps there was more to the evil Sunset Shimmer then she let on.

At least, Lucky Star was set to find out.