Starlight's Delight

~ II ~

Is a Giantess for You to Acquire

Spike hadn't expected the flash. Consuming the room with its glow while every particle of magic seeped and settled beneath his scales. They ached. Shifting and moving together, layers condensing over the other. Everything tightened. Insides swirled. Being compressed.

Maybe the blindness was a kindness. The sensation didn't hurt. No outright pain to draw a scream upon. But something was wrong. Things were changing about him. He fought the uncomfortableness the best he could. Slowly stretching arms going out; slithering legs pushing back.

Something soft touched him at once. The first good feeling. His body clasped to it at once. Whatever it was, an edge of a steep cliff, soft and composed of fur... it dove beneath his body, raising it softly. His limbs clung to it out of reflex. It felt good. Warm and soft and something to cling his body across its subtle curve.

Everything stopped. Slowly the wisps that'd stolen his gaze then faded away. It took a few blinks for the surroundings to lose their hazes and blur. One thing made itself clear. The patch of pink fuzz covering the spout of land. How it narrowed into a lane that shot directly up—two vertical, glittering pools of lilac set upon his meagre frame.

“It worked! It actually worked!” Starlight's muzzle bunched with excitement which coursed and shuddered throughout her titanic frame. The little dragon hung from the cliff of her snout, upper body hoisted onto the land—the rest of his body draped over. His feet kicked around above her upper lip. “Wasn't sure how it'd turn out on dragons—but it worked! I am the best after all!”

The towering legs then pushed against the bed, coming to great heights before arching once more, dropping the mass of her barrel. It lowered before raising again, the result of her legs, a repeated action repeating and then repeating.

“I-I swear y-you're just like Twilight!” Spike struggled to say as the rises and drop twirled the contents of his stomach around. Her muzzle kept levelled during its apparent roller coaster ride. His feet kept kicking across the fuzz of the soft cliff—fighting for footing. “Height of genius just turns you into a happy dog!”

Starlight's monolithic frame became very still after that. Enough for the dragon to hoist himself onto the apparent bridge of the muzzle. He threw himself over, rolling only twice, stopping once on his back, taking in a well-deserved breath.

“Have you thought about who you may be speaking to?”

Spike blinked. He was too busy trying to settle in to care for the living mass of mare. But something about his pounding heart told him it wasn't that way from mere exercise. There was a threat around. Or, rather, one spanning all around him.

“Really? Because all I see is a happy puppy.”

“Think you're cute like that, don't you?”

“E-Ever have an inch tall dragon to snuggle before?”

“Certainly tempting.” Her voice rumbled lightly beneath the ground, her giant eyes fixated on him. She was fighting to keep back a smile from the looks of them. Sometimes you don't need the full picture to see how another is reacting. “But maybe this puppy wants her treat? Have you thought exactly the kind of mare you've entrusted yourself with?”

“One that will tease me incessantly.” Spike turned onto his side and pressed his claws into the ground. He pushed himself up, stumbling onto his feet. Doing the same forward, however, he laid a claw on the bridge between the massive eyes. “But one that, no matter what happens, has my back.”

“Pulling that card to lull yourself into a state of protection? Alright.” Something monolithic lifted behind the dragon. He glanced over his shoulder only to find himself unable to contain the sight within his gaze. The broad underside of the hoof closed in, a wall moving quick, not even an inch of its bottom pressing against his back. “How are the effects of the spell? Tried it on a few items to be safe.”

“Little shrinking pains at first,” Spike replied as he allowed the pressure to be mounted on his behind, enjoying his body being pressed against the bridge between her eyes, coming to hug the spot. It was the warmth of familiarity in a world now fundamentally changed. “Though I should have come to lie on the blanket.”

“Hey, hey, hey! I was the one checking up on you.” On either side of the land, slightly in the distance, the curved hills of violet rose with a hue of red. Those giant eyes darting to the side. “All I did was nudge you! You're the one who wrapped his cute little body onto my muzzle.”

“So I am cute looking then?”

“You're going to be cute looking when I toss you down the back of my underwear.” Starlight sighed. “Still can't believe we're about to go through with this.”

“Don't have to if you don't want to.” The hoof fell away from his back, allowing the miniature dragon to take a few steps in the same direction. He held his arms out as if to appear more open. “The fact you already made one of my fantasies come true is already more than enough.”

Starlight giggled. “Nice try, mister.”

Spike hadn't been expecting the dive nor the fall, the eyes settling on him, widening in delight before the muzzle curved down below. He knelt forward, claw grabbing at trimmed fur but finding no real hold. The ride abruptly stopped, and he rolled back.

Wind crashed, that was before he did the same. Spike's little body rolling back across the sea of white, coming to shake his head while he was still fighting to gather his bearings. He'd thought a moment or two would be spent to adjust to the new world. But much like Twilight—Starlight liked to get on with things.

Then came the massive swaying of air due to a titanic figure moving. Spike was lying on his front, trying to lift himself from the ground—rocked, left and right, on the giant thuds of the falling landscapes. The mattress below washed in waves, wavering him around, settling down once the structure before him had stopped.

C-Crazy mare... is she trying to kill me? By the time he raised himself onto his forearms... the sight was already helpless. Two thighs set side by side on either side of him. Plump to the perfect degree—not too much and not too little. N-No. She wouldn't do that until after she's had her fun.

“Now would you look at that? A tiny dragon trapped between my legs!” That voice. It thundered from above. Great and mighty without losing an iota of its femininity. Spike went to lift his head—only to be caught by the sight ahead. “Don't think you'll be getting out of this one alive, hero! Thought you could vanquish the naughty mare of the village? Please. I'm just going to show you where all the good little heroes end up.”

Spike was having an easy time of finding out the very real location of the non-existent once before him. Starlight purposely had rolled back her bottom, the squish of her flanks flattened against the bed. Her groin laid exposed to him. Taut black velvet spanning across the playground of her crotch.

“Feast your eyes there, dragon.” The thighs on either side slid forward, booming in their crumbling of the sheets, their titanic mass unable to be seen past. Half of the little-dragon wanted to throw himself into their plushness, reclining upon them—a good place to read a book. “I've learned long ago that prisons and cells serve no certainty. Too many of your friends have escaped that way.”

“E-Escaped to find me!” Spike finally roused to his feet, unable to find proper footing on the bedding always bearing indentation from the long legs. Though he continued forward, forced to crane his neck all the way back. He pointed at the muzzle above consuming the sky. “And I will take you down! No longer will any villager have to fear your dirty deeds!”

Starlight rolled her head around with laughter spewing past her lips, coming to rub her crotch forward and back on the bed. It created a stronger indention toward it. An easy slide one could slip upon. “The only one getting dirty and going down is you, my dear dragon! Have you had a chance to fully admire that place you desire?”

Spike hadn't. In truth, the space beckoned him like nothing else. The lining of the thighs curved inward as to gesture toward it. The expanse of her crotch bigger than any billboard. So utterly massive and vast that he could easily get lost even above the waistband.

“If one must house a prisoner, I've come to learn, then you must shrink them down and keep them about you at all times.” Starlight's hoof entered the space between her legs, the squishy cliff pressing against the barrier of her underwear. She stroked the spot like a naughty filly—all with a tiny guy watching. “But you crave that, don't you? All dragons are looking for a cave to live inside. How about my own?”

Spike was quickly losing words as he entered a field never before explored. He'd never thought he'd get intimate with a mare. Much less be standing before a crotch bigger than any playground, nor underwear bigger than a building with the fabric denser than some walls. His eyes were lost to the slope of her bottom. The faint outline of mounds pressing out against the article.

“Maybe you do seek to cast yourself upon me! Big and sexy mares never mind the appreciation.” The hoof kept to near the top of the panties, circling one spot more than others. It was obvious as to why with the chorus of moans dropping like bombs from up above. “Knowing there's a tiny dragon watching as I rub my giant pussy... mmhmmm... something deliciousabout this masturbation.”

Spike was now at a loss for words, not knowing to play himself up or portray himself as honest, to charge toward the spot or run away and live another day. Something about him was coming out to excite him. The cause of many bad decisions.

It ached upon throbbing outward. Thighs tending and belly clenching at the sudden spouting of a slab of meat that was made of hot pink. Near steam escaped from his slit. This level of arousal couldn't be suppressed without blowing out somewhere.

“Oooooohhhh Spiiiikkkkeee!” The voice sang his name with such a sinister delight as to make one terrified and terribly aroused at the same time. Starlight's muzzle was dipped though twitching up, eyes closed, pleasure ensured. “there's... mmhmm... s-something happening in my underwear you may like to see!”

There wasn't a choice but to see. Deep in that sloped blanket of black a development of something in its middle. Hard to tell at first but, due to its sheer size, easily seen after a few seconds. It was getting darker near the bottom, the enriching in blackness—dampening.

“A-Always so worried about a mare's p-panties wet....” Starlight continued flicking herself for a few seconds more. Her incredible mass was hard to record. It sprawled upward, jutting, in rhythm, to her strokes. “B-But the idea of you is enough to get mine soaked!”

Spike wasn't sure how to feel in watching the titanic hoof pull away, leaving him to see the massive boulder poking through the fabric. Only its face pushed through. Perfectly round and looking rather soft. Quivering against the material. Sensing that something like him was around.

“Suppose I should tease you to where your cell is going to be?” Starlight smiled down at him from high above, shuffling forward, raising her hips. Spike tried stumbling back while her bottom hovered through the air. He tripped and, on landing on his back, was forced to see the full bottom of the girl. “Hope you enjoy this as much as I do, Spike!”

There wasn't anything to be done as Starlight sat on him at once. The full mass of her body coming through onto her crotch. Her underwear slammed into the bed, creating an indention beneath it. She'd been right in the mark on capturing the dragon.

Spike paddled his claws around despite the lack of water. The smooth and curved crotch had dropped upon him, taking him deep into the bed, a crater then created that barely offered him any space. Nothing but black surrounding him. Beyond the start of the two violet thighs on either side. His frame had been caught between two soft, long, rather wet things.

“Mmhmmm! Got you right where I want you, Spikey!”

Spike turned on his back to realize the full effect of what happened. His little body had been caught between the lips of her pussy, each heavily mounting against the fabric, taking him into the divide in-between. The giant mare slowly rocked her titanic hips back and forth, milking the feeling of him sliding up and down her slit, the material forced to soak more of her growing dampness.

“Little dragon came and tried to conquer the gigantic mare.” Starlight kept rubbing her panty-clad pussy over his body, soaking him with her slickness. That, and her scent. The richest perfume of raw musk. Pheromones made to swell guys owning Spike's lungs. Hungry. He suddenly became so very hungry. “All because of a little dare! Lost and now set into her most personal lair!”

It wasn't that the crotch lifted. Rather something warm and fuzzy then fizzled all around him. The dragon went limp as he slid out from underneath the immense weight of the crotch, missing the panties at once. He floated in the air from within her magic—pausing before the sight of her muzzle.

“Hope you're ready for this, Spike.” Starlight's giant eyes looked at him genuinely for the first time. No cards or characters or anything of the like. Two partners going forward into unexplored lands. Trusting the one to fulfill the hidden wish of the other. “No matter what happens. Never forget. You're always my big guy.”

Spike barely came to once his body was being pressed against her lips, the height of both double his height. They compressed and they pressed against his frame. Every inch covered by their sheer softness. He melted. Allowing himself to sink into them, he collected the batter of the upper-lip, kissing back, nipping only to be felt.

By the time he was pulled back, however, the game then resumed.

Starlight didn't bother to hold back her grin. Not when she knew where all of this was leading. She floated the poor boy around to over her back, allowing him to gaze across the sprawling lands of her coat. Seeing his eyes settled on her tail, she quickly flicked it away, hiding the flanks he so desperately wanted to be with.

“No sense to put you in the normal way, right?” Starlight lowered him to the back of her waistband. Spike watched the broad brim hugging across her waist, unsure if he even bore the strength to spread them apart. “You're a good boy, aren't you? I'll trust you'll be able to find your way to your cell on your own.”

Spike then watched one of the hooves swing around below, its edge prying underneath the brim of the band, slowly, with care pulling it back. The interior of the underwear opened, dimmed but of course, though exposing the twin hills of utter suppleness.

Then the magic dropped him.

Spike fell through the air without much fear as to where he was going to land. Starlight had sat straight enough to have her bottom be the same. There wasn't any threat of landing against her back, not when she dropped him so away from it, trusting the curve of gravity to take him where she wanted.

Falling and falling, all to the panties held open, exposing the flanks within. Within seconds the brim of the band passed around him. Light to dark. World to the curved wall of pure black. Momentum was gaining on him seconds before impact.

Spike struck against the left flank, sinking into it deeply, that was until the firmness shot him back out again. He glided through the air until landing upon its sister, though this time not as deeply—sliding down once more.

Starlight gave an amused look down the back of her underwear, amused by the tiny dragon caught between her hills, his frame sliding down one, finding himself wedged between them both. His legs slipped into their crack by mistake. His little kicking did him no favours.

She snickered with glee at the feeling, unable to repress the delight of having a dragon within her rump, one so transfixed about the spot countless times before—never really believing he'd be there. It made her glad in a way that she could make this part of himself become true. That the dragon would be allowed a single gift this year.

But as she blew a kiss to him, letting the elastic find its way around her hips again—the snap a shudder to them both... Starlight worried about it not being right. Getting the dragon inside her underwear was a moment she was allowed to be away from him. Something rich in an ironic sense.

Was she making his wishes come true exactly as had wanted them? From the little itches and scratches coming from between her cheeks, the little guy was starting to find some fun of his own, coming to wiggle deeper into her crack.

Oh. That caught her, alright. Starlight was forced to fall onto her chest, sticking her butt into the air—wanting to grant the greatest passage possible to the dragon. Could he see beyond her panties? How did the world look from inside her bum?

Though her mind wandered to Rarity. Rarity. The mare with a tush able to consume the whole of a seat and most of a cushion. Broad but soft, perfectly proportional, able to drown one in tush. Starlight was lithe in every sense of the world. But matching Rarity had never been in the cards.

Only in doing what she wouldn't.

But did that mean she couldn't enjoy herself now? Even though she wasn't the girl the dragon dreamed of doing this with... could she not change his mind with honest acts alone? Starlight swished around her rump to express the current gushing throughout her. The feeling of pelting the dragon from one cheek to another was becoming addictively delicious.

She'd never felt... horribly big in her life. Sexy neither. Always had the impression there was something more to herself. But those feelings never came out into reality—much less were proven by it. But when she felt the little dragon trapped in her rump. Held by her cheeks. Crawling down the crack of her tush.

Starlight moaned in sliding her chest across the bed, keeping her rump high in the air, waggling it around. Delicious wobbles of her cheeks as the one smacked into the other, pushing through the space, changing directions and then reversing, utterly smothering the tiny dragon they held.

“Such a tiny dragon sent to take on such a big mare,” Starlight muttered to herself as her hoof snaked underneath her chest, awkwardly rising to her elevated crotch. It was hard to touch and dangerous to do with the little one somewhere inside. But his scales would protect him from pressure and pussy. “Let us see if you can get through the valley of the clenching cheeks! Though—nngmhmm—what lies on the other side.... mmhehehmm... may not be better after all.”

Spike wasn't sure how to feel in seeing the tall wall that was the waistband pulled out into the horizon. The band was great and broad and strong as to be unable to be pulled that far out. But the colossal hoof did it with ease. Its mere edge larger than a house as it created a dome in the back of her underwear.

And the dragon had been hoisted over her lower back, dangled almost by his tail, gazing at the plump cheeks of lilac curving smoothly upward. Each unbelievably supple despite their firmness. She may not have been Rarity—but at this size... size hardly matters.

Then the magical grip released him.

Spike screamed. Currents of air rushed into his mouth as his arms spun as to oppose his fate. Gravity didn't care as it claimed him anyway. Pulling him quicker than what his eyes could make of the blurs and hazes phasing around him. Supposed they didn't matter, considering his destination.

Brightness to darkness.

His minuscule pelted against the broad top of the right hill, sinking into the lax flesh for a few seconds—until rebounding. The cheek shot him up and out as it jiggled his impact away. He barely soared inside the underwear. Just enough to land on the left flank.

From there, he slid.

Both slopes of the flanks expanded outward and neared the wall of the other. They formed a crevice below his sliding feet, which they then quickly sunk into. The walls were soft. Warm and gooey beneath the surface. The lax kind of softness to make a dragon blush.

Spike knew better than to struggle. But he fought anyway. With his legs caught in the warmest, softest seat in his life, both of his claws settled on the slope of each flank, pushing against and into their surface, sinking inward, hoping somehow the jiggly mass would give him some kind of a hold.

That was until the dragon realized there was still some light coming through.

Spike peered up from within the depths of the crack, gazing up over the two walls as they rose and then curved outward, tucked at the starting of their valley. Higher above that was where the waistband loomed. Still held out. Which meant someone else was still looking in.

It was hard to see her due to the angle. But the feeling of her eyes was heavy upon his shoulders. The blowing of a kiss followed by laughter confirmed his fears of being watched. That was until the hoof lifted, and the waistband snapped around her waist.

Trapping the dragon.

Even though he should have been upset, fighting or yelling or trying to do something... no such things came to the dragon. Rather he leaned back in his seat of ass. Taking a moment to truly take in that he was within the booty of his trusted friend. That beyond the rolling hills of violet was the curved wall of dense black composed nearly out of velvet.

That same ass he loved looking at so much, so many times he popped a glance, saved a gaze, and even glared at during heated debates... now housed all of him without him being the tiniest sag on it. Part of him should have panged with guilt at that. Not so much as an indention in Starlight's crack as it hugged without the chance of slipping.

And it was true. Starlight could go about her day with the underwear on, walking and doing as she normally did—fully able to keep him intact. Her snuggly walls held him tightly and would make sure he'd never fall. Of course, maybe if she ran or sat down, then things would change.

But the butt wouldn’t spit him out, but rather, would take him deeper, where it was warmer and tighter, all so he would be safer. Being with Rarity instilled ideals of being reversed. Of becoming the dragon that would make the world safer for her. But to have those roles changed. It should have pained the boy.

Though it did no such thing.

Even as the rump around him jutted into the air, hoisted there by mighty hips, the girl presenting her hindquarters to the world... the walls gripped him firmly on the ascent. If any should stumble into the room, all they would see was a mare sticking out her tush, tail lifted to expose all of the black below.

They wouldn't even make out the bulge of his existence against the taut underwear. He could barely see beyond the tight stitching. Everything beyond was terribly hazy anyway. His conquest was within the world inside Starlight's underwear.

“How about it, hero?” Starlight Glimmer's voice echoed from all around him, but more than that, it came stronger from through her body. The reverberation of her voice fizzling out through her giant frame. Her voice came through like on some kind of submarine. “Do you submit defeat to my wonderful butt yet? Has it laid claim to your life?”

Spike chuckled. So the game was still on? He grinned with confidence despite his current location. He wasn't about to let the fact that he was lodged within a girl's ass bring him down. Rather, that fine piece of ass would be the one coming down. “Foolish villain! You think placing me within your undies will corrupt a great knight?”

“Every knight has his price for a night.”

Spike looked to either curved wall before twisting within the warm crevice. Peering over its side, the hollow ravine spanned a mile curving below, flying below the thickest swell of the cheeks. Naughty ideas came to mind. “And... every knight knows everything has... a-a weakness!”

The dragon had twisted to his side, the weight of the opposite cheek crashing into his front, rubbing across him. Warm and soft and ready to lovingly melt all over his scales. It hadn't been the ass he dreamed years of being with. Yet those same dreams were becoming true now.

“How do you still not get it? Face it dragon! You're stuck in my rump!” Spike groaned with a roll of his head as his legs pressed into the opposite cheek. Its surface swallowed his feet into its wobbly warmth, the bubbly mass devouring more of his height, ceasing only above his shins. “You've already been humiliated! My panties now a prison to you! And there's only one place for you to head!”

“And you think I'm going to be like all the other guys! That you'll stuff me in your most sensitive place without feeling any effects?” Finding footing on the other cheek, Spike's shoulders sunk into the one behind him—broadening the gap below. “Don't forget this night is for me as much as it is for you! And by the time we're done, you'll think twice before attempting the same crime.”

The fight was hard, but, as the dragon gained a sense of footing, he twisted himself upside down. Both flanks wobbled and crashed onto him at once, but at least now he was upside down. With two claws pinned forward, he spread the gap below only a little—enough for him to crawl through.

“What is that you're...nngnhmmm... y-you can't be serious!” Something genuine struck the mare as her warm blush could be felt from the back of her panties. Her cheeks clenched at once, holding the dragon tightly. An unconscious move of control furthering her arousal. “A-Are you... actually swimming through my butt?”

“What is a hero without a journey? The landscape doesn't matter—only the trek does!” Spread after pull after crawl, the inching down and deeper into the crack. Warmth changed to heat and the scent of perfume strawberries stung on the snout. “You're not the first witch I've faced. Evil though you've may become. I'll find a way to return you to the fair maiden you once were!”

“Then you'll be doing so deeply from inside my rear!”

But Spike grinned. Starlight was predictable as always. She'd be more sensitive to little tickles now. Ones real and those imagined. Even the digging of her panties would be enough to sell the story to her senses. All she felt was a tiny dragon carrying deeper into her divot. It made sense she wouldn't think twice about the information.

Those two cheeks wobbled apart before slamming together again, only this time, the dragon flicked himself out of the crevice before the first strike. His side slammed into the fabric, the black velvet collecting his bounce and wobbling it out. Claiming him, he slid down its slope. It was still warmed by the tush previously filling it out.

“Think you're clever, dragon?” Starlight laughed as the screaming of springs crashed into the air. Though her rump didn't rise, the rest of her body did, her butt wiggling as the rest of the mare rose. “I don't take you for a fool, Spike. Though I must admit, it's sad to think of me as one.”

Spike had been sliding down the hammock while the plump pear wobbled overhead, enjoying the viewing of seeing them from inside the worn underwear, his aching from the view, though everything soon tightened.

The slope of the underwear had once been lax due to how the mare positioned herself. Now that she was standing, however, the fabric once more clung to her bottom. The thickest swell of her lower flank zoomed into the dragon.

That was until he was splayed against it.

“You didn't want to go across my cheeks because you'd thought I'd pin you.” Starlight snickered. “And you didn't dive into my crack because you knew a few good clenches would keep you there. But you tried to trick me into the latter for you could get away with the former. Maybe we would make a good villainous pair after all.”

Spike only groaned. His entire face was smudged into the cheek, sinking an inch into its plushness, its baking heat drawing pained moans from his lips. His cock poked into the wobbly delight, jutting through the titanic frame resulting in a little bit discharged against his dick. It took everything to not thrust into climax. The panties pinned him so tightly into Starlight's tush.

“But we all must pay plans gone astray!”

Starlight's legs bucked as her rump crashed into the bed, the blow softened as the bed took the brunt of the fall—but Spike was still fully submerged into booty. The immense weight crushed him into the flank, deeply as possible, it welling up and spreading around him, nearly closing over him like a tight, collapsing cave.

“Just a sexy mare sitting on her bed,” Starlight went on, “rubbing her rump against the sheets simply because it makes her feel good!” And her hips rolled left and right, her ass following in the same directions, sinking her flanks harder into the bed. “How does it feel to be crushed underneath my rump, Spike? My whole cheek just flattening over you? Even I must admit the sensation is quite delicious.”

Spike struggled to breathe. The flank didn't so much flatten over him as it did consume him. Taking him into the recess of the squishiness where it surged out all around him. It didn't push him side to side, but rather, took him along for the ride. Everything about him was pinned, unable to move. The panties didn't even feel as tight.

And as everything stopped, a giant hoof tugging something down, light and fresh air sweeping in through the darkness and musk... Spike realized the panties had been lowered. Their waistband edging over the fattest portions of the flanks which Starlight sat on, kicking them out while she sat back, the boy still lodged into her left cheek.

“Surely, our hero has learned his lesson now?” Starlight lifted her rump from the bed and twirled, gazing at the indention she'd left seconds ago... only to no specks of purple. Her brow narrowed into confusion—until twitching from her fat behind alerted her. “Or perhaps he was bested after all?”

Spike could feel his inner shame growing larger on feeling the titanic muzzle pass over the corner of her rump. Starlight glanced over at her flank, seeing his tiny form plastered to the cheek, too enriched to break free himself.

“Geeze Spike.” Starlight giggled to herself, unable to keep from breaking character. “If I'd know you liked my butt so much... I would have offered to do this sooner.”

Spike went to shrug his shoulders, quickly realizing that, in the immense strength needed, he would be shaking the whole of her flank as well. So he gave up and settled on a sigh instead. “And I'm starting to wish the same as well.”

She blushed at that, flicking her hair, throwing a lock of mane out from her eyes. “How about it, big guy? Think you're ready for the grand finish? Or have you had enough?” She gave sway to her hips, wobbling her butt around, a ride he was forced to join. Being so stuck to her flank made Starlight bite her bottom lip. “Deal was just for you to have fun back there. Don't have to go forward if you don't want to.”

Spike chuckled. “Think you and I are far too horny for that to happen.”

Starlight licked her lips. “You know I still had to ask anyway.”

The sizzling of magic claimed him within seconds. More giggles followed as he was peeled from the thickest swell of her rump, brought around for another quick kiss. He kept floating at eye level while Starlight sat again. This time, however, she spread her legs—and set him in-between.

Spike struggled to keep his composure when the ball of magic gently set him down between the massive thighs. Their starting thickness consumed his view. It was only them. That, and the fantastic crotch before.

Starlight gazed down at him from high above, smiling, rolling back on her hips to expose the cavernous entrance to her pussy. Both mounds of lighter lavender smooth in their slope and trimmed in their fur. Long streaks of pubis mane laid above the towering slit, a place unshaven, the furs trapping in the musk, deepening the scent.

“You said you could conquer my dungeon, dragon!” Starlight lowered her hooves like a filly ready to play with some toys. One monolithic hoof nudged the dragon closer toward her cunt; the other tweaked her clit, slowly rolling over it, milking the previously abandoned pleasure. “But let us see how much of that was talk after all!”

Spike gulped on reaching the bottom of her slit, the edge of the hoof lifting him to its base, his first step sagging the entrance. He stumbled and leaned onto the left furry fold, forced to crane his head back to gaze all the way up. It was like peering at the top of a building from directly beneath it. The flag of a tower above played by a giant hoof.

Before the dragon could drink this sight in, however, that same hoof from before pressed on him once more. It pushed him through the folds, as he fell inside her cunny. Light going to dark once more—with the exception that was the slice of light seeping through the towering slit.

Starlight moaned as she felt the dragon enter her, something she wanted for longer than she could remember, loving the feeling of his tickles. She'd stuffed him into her cunny, alright. But the rest would be up to him. And as it was when, on reaching her tight hole—he allowed himself to be devoured by it.

Her pussy spattered gushes of warm honey onto the sheets in being fed its treat. Her hoof continued working on her clit, working deviously, wanting to bring herself to climax for the little one. To have her pussy clench and cum all while the little dragon she loved was trapped inside of it all.

Starlight's legs closed at feeling him probe deeper into her tunnel of baking delights, his frame tightly hugged all around by her walls, clenching and suckling on his body, swallowing him deeper into her pussy. She'd never been wetter in her life. Squirting onto her thighs, dripping onto the sheets, the air of the room bathed in her sex.

It only took a little more teasing for Starlight to fall onto her back, her barrel rocking sideways against the mattress, feeling her tightness clench into climax. Her pussy gained a vice grip on the little dragon's body as it flushed him with her personal juices—his little flicks not going unnoticed as she screamed in her release all over him.

How dirty it was to cum all over the dragon while he was so deeply wedged within her cunt, milking his feeling with her inner-walls, owning him with her giant body alone, forced within her most naughty of places. Once the tension released, Starlight's body went limp, current after current of buttery milk dousing out from her quivering cunt.

Starlight moaned while settling in place. Little bouts of laughter slipping out from her lips as euphoria tingled throughout her barrel. Her eyes were closed and her hooves were searching over her frame, caressing her sides, rubbing over her stomach, gently pushing over her flanks pressed against the bed. Everything so hyper-sensitive in needing to feel for the tiny acts of the little one.

Speaking of which.

Starlight gasped as something emerged from the folks of her exposed cunt. Her thighs splayed far enough to leave her crotch fully bare to the world. Lifting her head only to gaze over her stomach, she watched as a tiny hand pushed through into the air—the rest of the tiny dragon pushing against her folds as he came up for air.

“Awww! Now don't you look cute!” Starlight had another dirty idea come to mind. Lighting up her magic, she summoned the underwear from before, pulling it over her hind legs. Slowly she slid them up. “But now it's time to make your final wish come true.”

Spike crawled out from the massive cunt, clasping around her giant clit for support, using it to pull himself all the way out. He crawled forward through the thick forest of deeply scented strands of mane before coming on the other side. By the time he reached the playground of a groin, however, he had collapsed in place.

Just as Starlight pulled the giant panties over her waist. It gently snapped around her hips, only, it caught the dragon around his midsection. His head and shoulder came over the waistband, resting against the plushness of her belly. All while the rest of her panties served as a blanket to him.

“S-Starlight?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I had fun today.”

“As did I... s-sorry if I didn't pull it off the way you wanted.”

“Not at all. But... Starlight?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we could do it again? Y'know, with you as my marefriend?”

“In role play?”

“Sure! We can role play outside the bedroom too.”

She laughed. “Sounds like a done deal, Spike.”