Vanilla's Double Princess Date
B_25 & Vanilla Beam
Vanilla Bream wrote twice a day, once in the morning and once at night, both letters sent to the same address but received by two different mares. Their names and their roles were beyond him. Only who they were beneath it all filled the pages between them. Embers of the heart growing hotter upon opening every letter.
The frequency between them grew until reaching its peak. The days before Hearts and Hooves. Both mares expressed an interest in the event despite never partaking in it. Duty one reason; lack of interest another.
How the latter could ever be true, considering the composition from both letters, were beyond him. So he asked them both out. Not quite expecting a yes from both, so trying his chances with either or.
Only to make both mares overjoyed.
Wanting to meet.
Same time.
Same place.
His place.
The only problem was... as the earth stallion stood tall on the corner of the desk... was how neither mare knew his most towering form barely reached that of an inch. He’d be an itch to them upon first contact. But he severely doubted things would ever come to that.
Oh well. Vanilla threw his legs over the edge of the sprawling wood as he sat down, dangling the limbs over the edge. His eyes couldn’t make out the vistas between him and the ground. It blurred in his vision. Worlds made of purely floor. Two mares. Lucky guy, ain’t I? Just gotta make sure they know it’s casual. That, and the size thing. Probably important to them too.
What out poor protagonist doesn’t know is the fate that awaits him on the other side of the city. In the castle which takes his mail—as the starting location for those interested in the program—guards and maids and other such things could correspond with others during their tenure there.
What none had been expecting, however, were for the princesses, both of them, to then partake in it. The letters of the tiny stallion reached them both. Each mare smitten by his simple charm, relaxed airs, innocent words. Something refreshed them upon feeling those qualities.
A breeze of life, neither warm nor cold, but cool enough, sweeping in brisk hairs abundant with moisture.
Princess Celestia prepared in her room as did Princess Luna, both sisters needing to be ready not only to impress but to irritate the other. It’d been one of their many games to keep their relationship alive in different ways. Making the other jealous in the matters of liking a boy had currently become their highest interest.
Coats combed. Manes brushed. Perfume sprayed.
The last one was a cheat by them both. Its scent rich in a thickness that was strong on a stallion’s nose. One repulsive but strangely attractive. Pushing you away while reeling you in closer. Something that clogged the lungs but only made one want to breathe more of it in.
It could lure any normal size stallion.
It’s effects on one less than an inch, however, have since gone unrecorded.
The day came with the rising sun, a tension-filled morning seeping into the beginning of a long afternoon. Both mares had been given his address. He wasn’t quite sure how things would go from there. He had plans... but rarely did they go accordingly.
Finally, however, came the knocks at the door. Each was slow and thunderous like a gigantic battering hammer striking against monolithic castle doors. The pounding reverberated throughout the room. Subtle to anyone but him.
“Hello? Vanilla Beam?”
“Tis I.”
“Your dates.”
There was something about those voices that boomed with authority despite their blatant immense pitch. How something so great and powerful could also be so delightfully feminine spun the tiny stallion in a million different ways.
They were early. His scrolls spoke of meeting later in the afternoon so he could prepare the table properly for his dates. He turned, shouting for them to come in... only for his scream to be quieter than a filly’s softest whisper.
First contact was going to be a lot harder now.
Vanilla stood at the edge of the table when the rumbles quaked through the wood, each thud coming left and then right, sending him stumbling in the opposite direction, fighting the air to keep himself straight. Great creaks groaned from the distance as the giant door to the enormous world started to open.
Their sights were impossible to record for it was like walking and fuzzy battleships entering the room. Legs long to normal ponies now made into furry spires sprawling into the horizon. One set white and another set midnight-blue. Two mares coming in, side by side, consuming countless space of the near galactic room.
Vanilla’s mind buzzed upon seeing both princesses slow into his room, their titanic size more than pleasant on his eyes, the white coat of Celestia like a fuzzy playground to become lost upon—and Luna, with tufts sporting from her chest, an incredible jungle to become tangled within.
Something about being lost in the furs of their coat, while both mares went and did their separate things, unaware of how much their bodies became a landscape, a place to play and to flourish within... those ideas did many things to the poor tiny stallion.
As the two princesses consumed his view of the distance, each giant and beautiful and so appealing, merely standing there, looking around, searching for him. It was hard to believe one of the pretty princesses would ever see anything in him. But to have two here, all for him was more than he could take. Their letters clicked better within his head now. The mares wanting to be seen as such from underneath their crowns.
And so the stallion called to his dates once again.
Only for a non-existent breeze to still be louder than his voice.
“Tis strange.” Luna’s blurry muzzle moved while she spoke, her voice as subtly vibrant as the letters implied. “The letter spoke of him meeting us here. This was the correct address with the door unlocked. Yet I do not seem him around.”
“Maybe he has gone out to procure some items for the evening?” Princess Celestia replied as her muzzle searched around the room, slowing at spots and exposing the bridge of her snout, so slender but stout. “We are a few moments early.” Her gaze set on the table, on him... yet Vanilla didn’t feel seen. “Why don’t we look around while we wait? Apparently, we’ve both have been speaking to him for a while, and yet, we hardly know a thing about him personally.”
“One of the few things we’ll agree upon today, dear sister.”
Vanilla was knocked around by the distant steps once more, of how the legs of the mares rose so high, despite his placement on the table, forced to crane his head back only for the hoof to slam downward, quicker than a meteorite into the ground.
The strike shaking the room, an effect, without a doubt, felt only by him.
It truly was like watching a ship flow by as Princess Celestia took the lead. The side of her long barrel consuming the sky and becoming twice its size as her passing frame became all that he could see. It was impossible to take all of her in. Only lands of brushed strands of white could his gaze become fixated upon.
It killed him in a way to know such a world on a mare existed. There the sprawling fields of fur made of her coat could house him so easily, tangled in softness and brushed by silk hairs, kept close to smooth skin heated ever so pleasantly. Even them walking by cast a heat not even the greatest furnace could hope to reproduce.
Maybe it was due to his size, but he saw more of the passing mare than others could hope to intake. Beyond the layers of her coat were the shiftings of her body, the pulling and relaxing of the muscles beneath the skin, how miles of webbing allowed her to move through the world.
Talk about seeing more of the mare beneath the crown.
But even as her large frame passed for the left, the long length of her legs passing far below the edge of the table where they were cut out of frame—their resounding stomps still surface upward. The intensity of the step nearly flushing air upward from the impact. The way how things change when you’re small.
And their manes. Sea of strands floating in the air and billowing greater than any wave. They encompassed the space above her sky, weaving inward and drifting outward, torrents of hairs he could come lost upon. Forced to swim through the celestial current, with the massive muzzle always lurking below, faced before an even bigger world, all aware of the tiny happenings within her vast mane.
Everything so scary and terribly arousing within the same feeling.
But then Celestia came to a pause before the table, the length of her frame unable to be contained by his gaze, something long and large and just so massive that it consumed every inch of his vision. She was just too gigantic, and it hurt in so many good ways.
That was, of course, until she turned.
He hadn’t been expecting it. The climbing wall slightly sloped growing softer as it went along, the fluff of the chest diving to the softness of her throat where the lands of skin were laxer. Her fluff sprouted out like plush cotton. Before he knew it that same wall came crashing toward him.
“Whoa!” Vanilla cried as the chest turned and slammed against him, the size without a doubt crashing into him from the mere air gained from the turning movement, but the softness of the fluffy padding any sort of impact. “P-Princess Celestia! Please look down! I’m down here!”
But her muzzle hung far overhead that only its underside could be seen spouting into the distance like a cylinder bridge. The glow of her eyes, violet and bright, were like magical starts gazing afar. Searching for something but doing so vaguely.
Her pensive expression only cuter when viewed from down below. A giant mare lost in thought, looking around with a stallion trapped down below. Her chest hovered inches from the edge of the table though the bush of white fluff covered across it. There was a tiny stallion bound by different thick strands. Each limb caught, and his body tangled.
This was Vanilla’s first time feeling like a necklace.
“Strange.” Vanilla stopped his struggles for a second, even though more of the fuzz wrapped around him in response. It was like her chest and coat were trying to consume him, burying him beneath her delicate foliage, all to ensure he truly couldn’t be seen. “It feels as though another is here. Something that I can see. Yet my eyes can’t catch a single thing.”
That voice. Vanilla’s eyes widened as the landscape of chest vibrated behind him as the feminine voice travelled through it. The hums and rushing of air thundered behind him like crashing airs caught within a tunnel. Only this was real and intense and looming gigantically right behind him.
Even when she moved, like a flick or a shift, that movement travelled throughout her body, the effect beating and rubbing against his back. To know her voice not only boomed in his ears but now crashed against his frame. To be so owned, so close and so tight, but to have the mare then not know a thing.
Why oh why was this still getting to him?
It was when her frame turned once more that the world slowed down. Vanilla couldn’t risk being carried away by the mare, held only by the fluff of her chest when even her softest step could knock him loose. Wiggled his frame against the strands once more, he turned and face the radiating heat of Celestia’s chest and pressed against it.
His hooves sunk into the layers of fluff which wound beneath his touch, growing dense by the second until pressing against something harder and softer than the rest. Her actual chest. He pushed against the surface, never expecting to touch the mare in such a place. But he did so—flying back from the position in newfound freedom.
When Vanilla rolled sideways across the edge of the table, slowing onto his tummy after the third, he took a few seconds to rest, catching his breath, trusting some weight into his shaky forelegs. After a few seconds he rose. But did so with something new filling his nose.
A scent. Thick and creamy and dense and unmistakably feminine. It clouded his snout and filled his lungs with taste to have only more of it. How he gazed to the chest pulling away only to wish to bury himself into that vertical field once more, snout pressed into the bunches of fur, deeply inhaling whatever fragrance they seemed to be bound with.
What Vanilla had failed to realize in his dazed state was that Celestia hadn’t come alone. While he stood, he hadn’t realized he was now on the right edge of the desk—exactly where the other titanic mare had walked across. How he lost sight of something so significant he didn’t know. Only that he could feel the presence—and rushing air—of the passing mare.
And how her sizable rump flicked into the table.
Exactly behind him.
The side dome of Luna’s flank came crashing into the side of the table, wobbling greatly from the light impact and causing the desk to shift about the ground. The swaying gravity was enough to launch the poor stallion from the wood and into the air—flying over the edge.
It would have been a horrible drop of many seconds and rushing winds, something soft crashing into something hard, a fate none would ever know of, or at least, be able to save. And Vanilla would have cried and called and done what he could to draw their attention.
Only, he’d fallen to something soft instead.
Vanilla watched the long and supple flanks of the giant mare zoom into focus as the world around him blurred in response. Everything soon became composed only of the firm perfection of Luna’s backside. Growing bigger and sloping harder and jiggly exceedingly upon his impact.
His body only pelting an inch upon her cheek.
“Gah!” Vanilla sunk into the plushness of the giant flank, drowning and sinking, feeling it well up all around him, the trimmed fur tickling all over his frame, the jiggly mass rubbing all over his body. Heat wafted around him. Lingering higher and becoming stronger closer to its source. “Hold on! Hold on!”
Ironic Luna was responsible for the moon when the heat of the rump could compensate for the sun. But the cheek then filled out below him, pushing him outward, sliding him down further. Thankfully, the sprawling backside had dipped upon hitting the table, the giant mare gazing over her shoulder with concern for the act.
All of allowing him to land on the thickest swell of her flank. His body still sunk slightly into her softness and, although everything was still on a slope it wasn’t great enough to pull on his hind legs too terribly. Rather, by hugging portions of the rump he was able to crawl upward, slowly, like climbing a wobbly cliff.
What made the act harder even though the mare had become still was the overflowing tail washing next to him. It carried into the air by its own currents and truly like space at night to the small one. For a moment, with how far it reached up and down, the tiny stallion could cast himself from the cheek and be caught by the tail, lost within its space for all entirety.
“My mistake,” Luna said with her muzzle still turned, the shock-wave of air surging from her lips shooting across her back. The tiny stallion was nearly over the top of the hill. The desire for firm grounding becoming stronger by the second. “I suppose I have to be more mindful of what I’m tugging behind me. Although... that’s not something you have to worry much about, is it, dear sister?”
Princess Celestia stomped to the other side of the desk, the view held from the back of Luna’s rump. Vanilla glanced over from the slope of the cheek to see the other giant mare. The fear of her catching him here becoming worse.
But, thankfully, he was able to make it from the squishy hill to the stronger lower-back of the mare. Stumbling slightly on the living surface, he let himself fall somewhat to the right—in front of the dock. The starting rise of the waterfall of the tail. So dense as it sprawled out into the blurry horizon.
And then the structure of a girl started to move.
Vanilla fell forward onto his stomach upon seeing the high, distant muzzle of Luna face forward again, her body shifting like the sea, parts rising while others dropped, the platform of a woman beginning to move. The raising of her forelegs rose the grounding and dropped it like a wave.
But what made the tiny stallion cry out more was the hind legs he basically sat between. How, when they rose, so too did he, high into the air and forced to hold into the fuzz tight. The ground dropped quicker than he could generally fall, so he was forced to hold on, enduring the roller coaster.
Who would have thought riding on mare’s back would turn into holding to dear life? Of seeing the giant world blur on either side as the speed of the mare, slow and simple steps rushed intense feeling through the stallion’s stomach. Going fast while someone else went slow.
Holding on and swaying left and right, feeling the rising fuzz collect around his frame, holding him down while the mare moved around. The other mare thudding in the distance with her crashing of soft hooves. Everything so slow and gentle to anyone but him. They were just slowly looking around, and to him, that was more than he could take in.
“Now if that isn’t strange.” Vanilla felt the shifting world then settled around him, the lack of force allowing him to sit up for once. With a shake of his head, he then gazed up. Up at the massive muzzle high above looking across the landscape of back. “It would appear a tickle is coming from my back. But... Tia?”
Princess Celestia paused in her search and glanced over. “Yes, sis?”
“Do you think you could help find a possible bug lodged within my coat? It’s lower than what I can reach.” To serve her point the giant mare shivered. The shaking rumbling the ground in a way that bounced the poor stallion around. At least the heat kept him warm. “Afraid I can’t shake it off either.”
“Of course.” Vanilla found the ground settling once more but still felt tremors breaking across the land. From the side of the tail, he could view the great beyond. Of the white massive blur slowly coming into focus with every mile crossed by the giant. “Just keep still. I’ll see if the poor critter is caught by your fur.”
Vanilla wasn’t sure how to handle the approach of the giant, her muzzle stretching further than the width of his gaze, the momentum coming down from the sky. Currents of wind coursed from all around its descent—enough to roll the tiny stallion back a bit.
“Nothing so far as I can see.” Celestia gentle voice tore into his ears with its elegant, her muzzle turning to the side. The gloss of the single eye encompassed a space bigger than the moon. The entire orb set to cover the area he couldn’t escape. “Perhaps it's buried a bit beneath your coat? Let me take a closer look.”
Even the side of her muzzle drawing closer was enough to throw back the tiny stallion. She was huge! How something so normally small could become utterly gigantic scared and aroused him simultaneously.
He fell back and the brushing of furs shuffled around his form, his body beneath buried beneath the soft grass made of fur, avoiding sight of the muzzle passing over him. Even with the massive eye set on the single spot—the height of mere fuzz encompassed him completely within the midnight blue field.
Princess Celestia made sounds like a beast and a predator. Her breathing that of a beast stalking nearby, composed in form, but raw in pitch and power to still scare those weaker than it away. The sloping of her tongue within, waves of spit crashing and splashing, all echoing from the dense walls of her cheeks.
Vanilla had never felt more like prey in his life, despite this mare being nothing to be fear, at least, what she did consciously. It was more so her size and body, how it acted on its own that frightened him alone.
And even though he was safe beneath the fields of dark blue grass, there still came the life beneath the skin of the moon goddess. The rises and drops, tensing and relaxing of muscles, and the flowing of blood and warmth and other bodily functions usually minuscule.
“You are sure something is back here, sister?” Celestia’s voice pushed back the fur-like grass swept by a meadow breeze. Bending to the force of air. The scent of her breath smelling of lightly-scented lilacs. “This isn’t some cruel prank to prove yet another point?”
“Games merely between us are never as fun,” Luna replied as the rumbles of her voice coursed through her body, losing its intensity with every mile crossed, still able to shake the cradle Vanilla found himself within. “But I assure you something is still back there. It’s faint but no doubt there.”
Princes Celestia pulled the whole of her muzzle back over her sister’s rump, hovering inches above the taut flanks below, never risking being in such a place were it not for a genuine plea. Her gaze was placed near the dock of the tail, eyes narrowing, increasing the intensity of her search. Somehow, her kind expression turned irritated, the subtle look of anger, for whatever reason, beyond horrifying.
“It’s... strange.” Celestia leaned in closer as her nostrils then flared, exposing the boy rising from the field to another scary sight. Each were round enough to take him in—with enough suction on their inhales to do exactly that. “I don’t see anything down there. But there’s another scent... not quite of your own.”
“Oh?”
“The faintest taste of cologne instead of perfume.”
“...quite interesting.”
Vanilla wasn’t sure how to feel upon seeing those giant eyes close, and the massive snout drew close, flaring with her every sniff. Louder and closer while her nose then grew bigger. Vanilla shivered from shifts between cool and warm. Watching the tips of furs pulled forward only to be pushed back seconds later.
All while the white meteorite motioned closer from the sky.
And the sounds. The loud suction of air crashing like a torrent of water splashing together. The rage of a sea, its fury and intensity, contained within the sniffing of a mare. He held tightly to bunched furs in the hope of not being plucked upward, a fate inside the mare he’d never dare to even imagine.
Vanilla cried as his arms ached from holding on against such great pressure, nearly shutting his eyes and preparing for whatever came next... only for this body to be dropped back onto the bedding of fuzz. With a shake of his head he turned around, gazing up into the curious eyes of the princess... both of the titanic masses set upon him.
“It appears you have a white speck on your coat,” Princess Celestia nearly whispered the words as she became entranced by the sight, drawing closer, slower this time. “But I don’t think it’s a bug. I-In fact, I think it may be our... date?”
“What was that?” Luna’s muzzle came around the side of her barrel, her eyes intent on finding whatever speck Celestia had become smitten by. But her narrowed gaze found no such thing to praise. “You cut off near the end, dear sister.”
Celestia went to lift her muzzle, excitement building in her expression, the depiction of the apparent bug matching the details written in her letters from her tiny revealed lover. But as she went to raise her muzzle—a sudden weight dipped it.
The expression was unmistakable. The wiggling of her snout, the fluttering of the eyes with lids composed of fields needed to cover them, a sudden blowing of soft winds. Celestia tried to fight it but aimed her cannon of a muzzle at the small one. Without intent for she wanted to save him—but unleashed a fate that would do him the opposite.
Vanilla wasn’t holding onto anything when the blast of the sneeze struck him hard, the shock-wave a proper one as the air launched him clean into the air, the blowing of her lips throwing him only further. The harmful effect only made worse by how cute her sneezing—plus the wrinkling of her muzzle—then sounded.
He was lucky, at the same time, that Luna dropped her rump out of response to the sneeze. His body crashed into her lower back, rolling over her flanks with a single bounce, landing on the floor with a slide taking him feet from the sitting derriere.
“Do you mind explaining sneezing on my tail, sister?!”
“N-No! Sister! I assure you it wasn’t like that.” One of the two round forehooves on either side of the tiny stallion then rose into the sky, whipping the snout high above. Talk about dropping from the clouds to the ground. “I found where our little date had wound off to!”
“Is that so?”
“It appears our date may have left out the fact about being itty and bitty and overwhelming cute!” Princess Celestia covered her muzzle with that same hoof, a blush of guilt burning across her face. “But sniffing your perfume cause me to sneeze him away! But because you dropped at the same time... he should still be around here, somewhere!” Her hoof dropped back to the ground, the slam knocking the stallion into the air before he slammed against the polished floor once more. “Hopefully, I didn’t sneeze too hard on him. Such a girlish thing to do!”
“Shall I grant myself one point on who will win him?”
“Maybe he enjoyed it?”
“We’ll have to find him first to ask.”
“Good plan, sister.”
Vanilla rose from beneath the behemoth of a mare, his body roughed up and mane made into a dirty blond—but well beyond that. Despite the coolness of her words, Luna’s body shivered despite the lack of chilly winds. No doubt having their date harm had set both mares on edge.
“I'm down here! Everything is okay! Just look down!” The speck of white called from the floor before the rising hills. Soft and blue and rolling upward into an expanse of her back where every strand stood taller than his hooves. “How about you, Princess Celestia!? Just glance down! I'm right between your forehooves!”
The words didn't matter.
The underside of her barrel spanned across the sky, white furs darkened from the lack of light, the towering structures of her legs reaching down from the heavens. Further and beyond the fuzzy clouds, the mare's large muzzle glanced around, looking for him, searching everywhere... but directly down.
Tiny. Insignificant. Mares of the greatest spenders and charms of monolithic scale and bearing withing grand proportions, here for him now, wanting him, feeling him cute, desiring for him to be with their giant bodies... but unable to find, to hear, to see him.
Vanilla stopped shouting and lowered forehoof helping him do it. None of his words reached their ears. All of this was normal for them. Moving around. Lifting a leg. Nothing like that effected or impacted their world. But to him.
It rocked it.
Hooves broader than parks raised into the air, crashing, slamming into the ground. Their lightest pressure couldn't stop the world from shaking—not when it still had to house their great weight. Ironic, considering the slenderness of both mares.
The poor pony plopped into place, defeated, watching the distant bodies move through the sky. The vast hooves lifting and dropping, splashing currents of dust and winds from their impacts, tremors vibrating beneath the floor. Every little thing they did, he intensely felt... but anything he did intensely ... they saw, heard, and felt no different.
Why hadn't it clicked? Long legs of white arched across miles of grounding, sweeping currents merely by moving. His blond hair flew back, and particles of dust and dirt assaulted his coat. They knew he was tiny. To be on the lookout. Try being more careful. Even then, however, they didn't know how much their mindful movement scared and threatened his existence.
I can't sit here and give up. Vanilla shook his head even though he was scared. Scared and confused. These scary bodies now belonged to the most beautiful ladies he'd met in his life. Something was alluring even in the things terrifying him. They don't know any different until I tell them. It's like anyone else. Once I bear this and reach them... everything will be different. But nothing changes if I keep here!
Vanilla felt the shadow of Celestia pass over him as she stalked behind him. Down the full lane, however, the lunar princess ambled down. Her muzzle swayed from table to table, searching for him.
A table! If I can somehow get up on one... then I'll be in less danger. Vanilla burst forth into a sprint, spotting a table with a chair to the left of her body. Of course, that meant avoiding the great mass of her hooves. But I'll have to make it past her first. Who knows? Maybe she'll look down and spot me.
“Vanilla! Where are you!”
“My date! Come out now! Let one of my hooves pick you up!”
“Stop already calling him your date, Luna.”
“Dates don't sneeze on each other, Celestia.”
Though best-laid plans fail.
Vanilla beam reached the hooves as they slammed down, feeling the ground vibrated beneath him. Knocked through the air for seconds, he landed, scrambling in place, trying to regain his balance—until another huge step launched him back in the air.
The reduced body scampered backward as her legs kept stepping and shifting in place, her frame lowering to look beneath the table. Sometimes her mane swept across the floor, threatening to enable him in the lunar forest for life.
But he kept running and sliding in place. Dashing to the right to avoid the hoof coming from the left. Then the hoof swallowing lands of the ground suddenly lifting into the air, hovering right over him, a true lunar eclipse—before slamming downward.
Vanilla lunged himself forward, throwing himself entirely into flight, carried by the shooting air of the stomp. He slid forward into an opening, four corners marked by tables, four straight paths shooting off into the horizon.
From one of them, though, Celestia came.
Oh! Come on! Is this what I get for attempting a double date? That didn't matter when both princesses came stomping into the space, where all of this had begun, knowing he wasn't anywhere else to be found. Don't play me around like this! Please. C'mon. Look down!
“Watch where you're going, Lulu!” Celestia called from above. Vanilla tilted his muzzle all the way up. Their muzzled hovered above where clouds were supposed to be. Seeing titans talk shuddered his frame with strange pleasure. “Are you trying to stomp our poor date out of submission?”
“Coming from the mare that probably kicked him far away without knowing!”
“Or maybe you sat on him.”
“Have you thought maybe he would like that?”
“...have you even checked—“
“Both and in-between.”
Both girls huffed. So that's what tornadoes sound like. Then their muzzled tilted downward in defeat. The ponds of their eyes settling on the floor. Glowing islands of blue and violet brightening from what they gazed at.
And, what the poor boy hoped most for, who they were staring at.
Princess Celestia gazed down at the speck of a boy on the ground. Heart thumping in having his tiny body inside the shadow of her hoof. So many times they could have crushed him. One step gone wrong. The sway of the tail collecting or throwing him afar.
Those feelings replaced by something warming.
The poor boy of white coat and blond mane was hardly much of either. Dirtied though unharmed. It suited him in a strange way raising his adorability in an elegant way. She wanted nothing more to cup water between her hooves and give him a little bath. Seeing him swim around in such a place warmed her heart.
Princess Luna, however, saw differently.
The boy had braved adventure while standing tall. Even though they were tall and commanding and dangerous—he didn't cower or falter or anything of the sort. He was strong. Someone tiny and strong would allow a plethora of situations for them both to enjoy.
Going to a nightclub with a little stallion hanging from her mane seemed appealing. Though... having him snugly held between her forehooves, hugging against the front of her snout while the two went to sleep... something was appealing about that aspect of this as well.
Both girls stared at the tiny boy, drinking everything in, lost within their wonders.
Vanilla Beam didn't start freaking out until their muzzles dipped from the sky. The great, fur-covered tunnels of their necks descending in large movements and allowing their head to do the same. Slowly both snouts flew inches above the ground, their faces greater than cliffs to mounts, both slowing as they approached him.
Gales blew over and behind him from their mere arrival. So great as to summon things like that almost without knowing. It only added weight to their presence. How they could conjure so much by their mere movements and doings and speakings. That weight went both ways in terms of beauty and fear.
“I think we'll be able to hear our date better like this,” Luna began while turning, facing her sibling. “Wouldn't you agree?”
“It is probably best our little stallion voice carries a bit more than adorable squeaks.” Celestia giggled. It boomed even from inside her cheeks. Adorable in its loudness, its pitch fearful as it was feminine. “Though the idea of him dressed up as a cute mouse has definitely struck my fancy. But speak, Vanilla. It would be unkind of us to not hear your words after everything you've gone through.”
“You mean everything you put him through?”
“Oh hush.” Celestia faced him again. “It was your coat he was lost in. I simply sneezed. We both stomped around.” Her head shook. The greatness of mane spreading out into the sky like the reverse of a waterfall. How did I get so lucky? “We take equal parts in being bad dates. Our poor boy was the one having to go through it... unless he enjoyed it.”
“I'd like to know why he didn't inform us of his size first.”
“...I suppose that's something worth knowing first.”
Vanilla stood as tall as he could before the two faces. One was already hard enough... but two rendered him like nothing. So giant and big and perfect and pretty. Everything of them fixated on the minuscule stature of him. The whole of their great bodies brought down, each lying on their fronts against the ground all so they could look and talk to him like this.
To have such an effect on giants scared him in a way he didn't know possible.
“It's kinda a bit hard to say... especially like this.” Vanilla stepped forward, clearing his throat, standing tall. “But I wasn't expecting you two as my pen pals. Every letter from you made my morning afternoon and evening better.” He shook his head. “Having someone to talk to... knowing that there would always be mail waiting for me... it... I... it made me feel important.”
Blushes struck across their muzzles.
“You don't get much in terms of good conversations or interactions at this size,” Vanilla continued. He was nearly yelling his words, which helped express the emotion buried beneath them. Could something important but minuscule still be understood and felt to the same depths? “So being able to talk to you girls. Offering advice and perspective that most don't have. I-I dunno.”
He lowered his head. “It's the first time in my life... where I felt important.” His eyes lifted even if his muzzle couldn't. “What I said and thought and felt actually mattered to you two. I felt useful instead of useless at this size. Not much good a stallion like me could do... so being able to help you two... it was everything I'd ever need in my life.”
His eyes darted down again. Didn't keep that way for long. Not when something soft and vast pressed up against his chin. The edge of an up-turned hoof, two of them, white and blue, each delicately placed beneath his muzzle. Absolute precision needed for it to be this gentle; utter care required to acquire such a feat.
The act nearly collapsed his body with the kindness weigh atop it.
“You have to be one of the sweetest boys I've ever met,” Celestia said.”
“And cutest due to your size,” Luna said. They smiled at him from over their hooves. “Perhaps the reason why your words on feeling like an outsider were so true was because of this. Despite the differences between us, all of us are outsiders looking in but, at least, together we are not alone in this fact.”
Celestia nodded. “And the things we feel for ourselves become so for each other. If not for the advice in your words... the comfort they provided to be sure. Many a night spent alone, but not anymore, where I could express everything to you on a scroll.”
Vanilla wanted to wipe his eyes and fearful of finding tears. But he kept tall and smiling all the same—even when their hooves withdrew. They may not have gotten his perspective completely—but they understood and lived components of it. All of them had a connection, personal importance to the other, causing those long nights, hard mornings, to lose their venom.
Apathy losing from their hearts.
Genuine expression found through the writing of their words, expressed and then read by another. They all craved the next letter. Desired to read over every word. There was a deeper connection there than most daily friends would ever feel. Even if they wouldn't be anywhere close to as usual.
“I knew from the letters that all of us were close, that we understood each other, none of us would judge the other no matter who appeared through the door—still blown by that, by the way.” He chuckled at his attempt for a joke. They snickered. Touched for that reveal of what he feels. “But there's a difference between a stallion not quite the greatest... and one underneath an inch tall.”
Both faces were still, silent, gales sweeping from their nostrils. Vanilla didn't mind that last part. Not when it was warm and soft and felt excellent against his coat. Luna was the first to smile, giggling. “I suppose I see your dread. Afraid a mare would love to communicate... but when it comes to the components of dating...”
“Then I suppose all of us are in equal shame in this regard.” Celestia's eyes flicked to her sister as she smirked. “We feared to reveal our princesshood in thinking you would change. Ponies don't often see the mare beneath the crown. Our fear was much the same with you... if only because you already meant so much to us.”
All sheepishly blushed.
Everyone feared what they were, upon being adequately viewed by the other, would obscure the who that caused all to fall in love. That, or something close to it. They all kept there. Merely happy to be in each other's company.
Though this still left the matter of the double date.
II - Wanting to be Together
~ II ~
Wanting to be Together
“That’s why I can’t choose one over the other!” Vanilla neared the end of his speech, every word, shouted, draining him of breath. Both muzzles towered before him. Chins resting on hooves pressed together. The royal sisters looked like fillies lying like that, on the ground, caught with childhood wonder at seeing a bug. “Both of you are perfect—just in different ways!”
Luna was first to turn her head. “What do you think, sister? Mere words?”
Celestia caught the playful tone and matched it. “I don’t know. Our little lover seems awfully sincere. Maybe we should believe his words on the value of his reasons?”
Vanilla knew the game they were playing. What stallion wouldn’t die to compliment everything that made these mares terrific? He stepped forward, pressing a hoof against his chest. Keeping a hold on his heartbeat reminded him to keep the words sincere.
“Looking at Luna... puts me at peace... she’s subtle about her beauty—but you’re a fool if you miss it.” He nodded. “Your complexion is soft, gentle, though with great energy behind it. You have so much playfulness beneath the surface.”
Her cheeks blushed.
“You’re wise in a way connecting more to the individual than the crowd, and because of that, you’re the best when it comes to one-on-one encounters.” Vanilla glanced away. “This is why none could ever hope to take your duty. Not when you can quell nightmares with wisdom that follow ponies into the waking day. If your beauty wasn’t enough to capture the heart—your character is enough to chain the heart to you.”
Luna’s smile spread beyond the corners of his vision. But its size was still felt. The warm floating forward the same. Even if he couldn’t comprehend it all, the feelings and sensations came the same. Effort and time to process it all were worthwhile.
“And you aren’t without your own brand of beauty, Celestia.” Vanilla turned his to the other gigantic muzzle present. One eye focused on him; the other hidden by billowing and ethereal mane. It was all he could handle. “Where Luna causes me to retreat further into myself... something about yourself draws me to go out more.”
“Oh?”
“There’s always this urge to do something good.” Vanilla shook his head and swiped a hoof through the air. Sometimes important things were worth proclaiming a declaration on. “Not because I want to impress you or anything like that. But because of everything you do. All that you are. I naturally... want to take care of you. To make you laugh or smile. Something that takes you away from the stress of your life for a bit.”
“Aren’t you sweet? You really do read into our letters, don’t you?”
“Hard to do all the above while I’m like this. But maybe I can still find a way to do some of those things.” His hoof pushed his mane back, finding it slicking with ease. Not the ideal look for a date. But everyone was beyond attempting ideals now. “Both of you inspire me into different things. There’s no way I could say one is better. Only... different.”
Both mares exhaled. Their breaths swept across the ground, sliding his hooves back and mane even more. Both of them giggled their tiniest effects had on them. Both of them were kids again, amused with this tiny boy. Cute and adorable.
“How about it, sister?” Luna began. “Do we believe him?”
“Hmm.” Celestia’s hoof slid from underneath her muzzle. It tapped against her cheek, eyes glancing upward—not without peeking down at him during milliseconds. “I think I believe that he believes. Certainly noble reasons for being interested in us. Notice how he didn’t say much about our bodies?”
“Such a gentlecolt! Though, for him, there would be more to take in, enjoy, and maybe explore—no?”
“Oh hush.”
Both blushing mares winked at the other before setting their gazes on him. Celestia spoke. “Let’s put it to the test. Maybe a game of sorts. He was willing to say and do so much for us. Perhaps returning the favour would put this matter to rest.”
“What are you proposing?”
“Notice how our little date hasn’t complained much of our breathing? Even ignoring it out of kindness... he would mention something by now.” Celestia snickered as her nostrils flared. Air blasted from them again. Vanilla shielded his face as winds struck—but nothing else. “Much less sneezing on him. No talking of that either. Rather too forgiving if you ask me.”
Luna inched her muzzle forward and smirked. “Perhaps our tiny lover enjoys more aspects of his situation than he lets on.” Her forehooves lurched forward from beneath the planes of her chest. Hovering in the air, they froze, then—BLAAMPOOOOF!
Vanilla shielded his eyes with the rising of his foreleg. Tremors quaked through the land beneath his hooves as dust and wind cut across like a current from the impact. Something was incrediabily sexy about a mare simply bringing down her hooves. The mere act able to shake the world. How something so usually normal could cause earthquakes if it so desired it.
“Lulu!” the other sister piqued—an eye still set on the tiny. “Are you sure this proper first-date etiquette?”
“We are still trying to figure out who Vanilla would prefer to date—are we not?” Luna pursed her lips and gently blew gales upon the poor boy. He slid back though fought forward against the wings. Warm airs tinged with a sweet scent of strawberries. “And our little one has yet to cry about our acts. See his adorable little blush? This is the sort of thing he rather enjoys beyond the danger component.”
Celestia blinked and took keen interest in him. “Is that so? Makes... sense.”
Luna grinned. “And it’s not enough, dear sister, to be ourselves.” Her pressed-hooves clattered against the ground, thumping spherically, shivering the floor. The stallion stood from hoof to hoof, fighting to gain balance. Each strike of her hoof forced him to endure the discharging of its energy—and to regain his balance. “Part of dating is what we can do for each other. Our date here enjoys the feelings and sensations of being close to giants. Making each others’ fantasies become reality is a quarter of a relationship.”
“So we must do things he would like!” Without warning Celestia came onto her forehooves, stomping each into the ground, slowly, the dull, monolithic sound ringing out. More tremors and gales of wing struck from the impacts. The sound was becoming deafening. “So dancing around on the spot like a filly is bound to make him like one of us?”
“It’s more than that, dear sister, it ‘s—do you catch that smell?” Luna’s muzzle tilted while sniffing the air. Each inhale put industrial vacuums to shame with its pitch, force, and suction. The sound natural and cloaked with subtle femininity. “The scent of cologne! It’s so minuscule as to not be detected. But who would...”
Her giant eyes flicked, from the side, onto him. The smirk boring across her face was sexily sinister that Vanilla wasn’t sure to be excited or afraid or something in-between. The mass of her muzzle lurched toward him—the softness of its front smacking into him.
Vanilla landed a foot back, on his rump, sitting up. Shaking his head, gazing forward was no longer an option. Not when the mare consumed every inch before him. Her lips, firm and plush and supple and right there. He fought himself from making an early decision.
In truth. He was too scared to move. Especially in looking up.
Luna’s nostrils hung above on the snout looming over him. They flared as their suction began. Nothing could be heard upon the snorting and near snoring screaming louder than thunder or winds. The personal influx of air scared the boy. His swept mane flew toward it, billowing in the air. Strands of his white fur raised as her sniffing drew him an inch across the floor.
His body fell into her chin—just as Luna stopped. “I do detect a smell about you. Taste too. Spicy cinnamon.” The wide lips clumped together in a tease to him, as if letting him see all he could have. “Certainly the interesting stallion. Did you enjoy getting smelled by me? Must be quite the experience.” Luna’s lips returned to their smile. “I would take smelling you over a flower, any day.”
“I’m sure the little guy had enough time with our breathing.” Princess Celesta suddenly rose. Something of her scale didn’t feel right arriving into the sky in the span of seconds. But she did. Even though watching greatness hurt his eyes and heart—Vanilla continued doing so. “Perhaps there is something else about our bodies for him to enjoy? If he enjoys the greatness of our simple happenings... why don’t we mix that with something still nice for him.”
Luna lifted her mighty muzzle to the standing giant, an eyebrow raised bu, in nodding, moved out of the way. The area left clear beyond the four pillars reaching to the sky of the connecting mare. They turned on the ground, each step thunderous, the crashing of a hoof summing the same effects of a storm.
What is she doing?
The answer lay in looking up.
Princess Celestia positioned her hindquarters over the area where the two had laid on their bellies. Totally sure of the room for the next move, the older sister glanced down at the tiny from the heavens. Sticking out her tongue from over her shoulder, the columns of her hindlegs buckled, compassing, bringing the mighty rear crashing into the ground.
Vanilla was repeatedly lifted off his hooves as the great mountain of white slammed into the ground. The impact of her flanks wobbled in progressive rises and slaps against the flooring. Every jostle quaking his world. Letting him know everything was caused by the mere settling of flanks against the ground.
After a few seconds, however, the masses still. Capturing the whole of the rump couldn’t be possible within his vision. Either he took one at a time, or, settled into the searching crevice between them. All options were equally appealing.
“It would appear our little friend is amused.” The voice came from above and, Vanilla knew, if he looked up—her muzzle would loom where the sun belonged. Equally as big and warm and grand as one. Only beautifier in her alabaster coat. But colour was hardly his fixation.
Celestia’s flanks. Creamy in their whiteness. The sleek coating to bountiful mountains compressing into themselves. Pressing and collecting onto the floor, spreading out and flattening, covering great areas with mere softness alone.
If he attempted it. Daring something so risky. Vanilla could approach the spread of her buttery mounds, hoisting over their thinnest portions, climbing upward. Even the ivory furs stood like ankle-high grass to him. The idea of lying back on her flanks like a field of ice-cream furs was enough to tease the poor boy a step forward.
“It seems that portion of me always does the trick.” From somewhere above, the great mare stuck out a tongue, amused and in love. “Though... that’s only another part of me for you to like, right? Just make sure you don’t like that part more than the rest. Okay?”
Within a few seconds, however, the goddess of white came and laid on her stomach, rocking the ground while she did so, forcing the floor to hold her great weight. Both of the titanic muzzles gazed at the speck. Expecting. Their turn of doing—over.
“Well? Our stallion?” Luna began.
“Which of the royal sisters do you like more?” Celestia ended.
Vanilla blinked. This was serious. Falling onto his rump, he debated his thoughts. Both mares were incredibly hot as they were beautiful. Both knew how to tickle his buttons. Blowing and being shaken around. Though Celestia using her rump to quake the floor and giving him something to look at was bonus points.
But there was no way either mare could be put on a scale.
Both were perfect in his eyes.
Only different.
“I... I can’t choose just one! There’s nothing I prefer in either one!” Vanilla threw out his arms to the sides, fully exposing himself, knowing that, in what he professed—utter sincerity was required. Making to giant mares mad wouldn’t bode well. And if he had already gone this far... might as well confess everything. “You both are really hot! Really great in who you are... and at this size where you’re both giants? There’s too much perfection to take in!”
Both giants smirked. They’d been expecting this all along. Only the towering snake of a white foreleg crashed into the ground, rumbling it, sliding across it, in a curve, around his frame. By the time the boy glanced over his shoulder, the slanted hoof was bound to him, sweeping out his legs as his back fell into the padding of plushness.
The sole of Celestia’s hoof was nice—even if hitting like a truck.
The hoof rocketed him up to their faces as both stood. Vanilla’s stomach churned at the sudden momentum pulling from within it. Twisting and turning and contracting. Quickly as it started, however, it ceased. Warm airs mixed with soft furs caressed his worn body.
“Open your eyes, little one.” He did so. Lying back on the field of white, both titanic muzzles hovered in the distance—just over him. They blocked most light. But to him... they were bright enough. “We knew of your depths since your every letter proved even deeper of it. Your love for both of us is genuine.”
Luna closed her eyes and smiled. “And sisters don’t mind sharing that which they love back.”
Both leaned into the hoof, not minding their lips were touching at the edged for, in their pursed shape crashed upon him. Vanilla was crushed by immense softness he did not mind. Both pairs of lips worked against him, softly, tasting and showering him in love. He attempted to kiss each one back—to the mutual vibrations of the giggles summoned behind each one.
Both lips pulled away, consuming the space above and around him, each satisfied—but one smirking. Celestia looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Her cheeks spanned a field of blush across them. Everything minuscule turned gigantic upon her. “You admired my rump a few moments ago, no? I recall you spending time on my sister’s... but you’ve only seen mine.”
Celestia turned in place as her foreleg crossed through the air, over the expanse of her back, that narrow lane of perfection, able to keep maybe a town on it. The hoof swooped into the rolling furs, and he watched them like one on an airplane—not far off in being one.
Until he reached the starting of her flanks.
The hoof turned. Grounding lost; falling gained. Vanilla fell a few feet until smacking into something soft, really soft, enough for him to sink into the welling of plushness. It aroused him. The firmness of the fuzzy flooring. The bouncy to it all, laced with bodily warmth, drew him to lie forward.
In truth, he’d been dropped near the starting curve of Celestia’s right flank. The topside of a bouncy hill. The suppleness curved downward feet after that, the vein over the edge a once in a lifetime experience. The tiny boy could risk approaching the thickest swell of the cheek.
But this was enough of a good thing to keep him content.
That. And the lands shivered, wobbling, the waves rising and dropping him on currents of plushness. The giant mare was getting off to having a tiny on her rear. The vibration smacked him, lightly, with tons of softness. Softness baked like a preheated oven.
“What are you waiting for?” Celestia spoke... not to him. “Your little date is lost again! Last seen on my lower back.” Vanilla had wondered what it would feel like, to keep this way as the mare walked. Feeling her body stomped through the giant world as his little frame came for the ride.
This, however, wasn’t a possibility he contemplated.
Across the sweeping landscape of white furs, over the curve to the side of the barrel... Luna’s muzzle phased upward into view. Feeling nearly like a predator for how she appeared out of the blue. Suddenly there. And apparently hungry.
The broad muzzle of blue shot forward. Its snout dug into the grass of furs and, keeping there for a second—sniffed. Every strand pulled toward the flared nostrils. Once the suction was out, however, the sweeping currents blasted form her exhale. The shuffling of furs brushed into his ears as the snout dug across the field.
And toward him.
The sound of sniffing grew into roars the closer it drew. He fell onto his back, allowing him to be propped on his elbows. There was no crawling backward. Nowhere to go there. He awaited his fate as the maw drew closer—until consuming the space before him.
Then it slid over him, against him, into him. Two lips pressed together, kissing him into the plushy grounding. He was caught before two lands of furs of different colours and varying softness. But he loved both, equally, and dearly.
