Five Giants with One Fantasy
B_25 & Draco
Luna noticed the similarity in the dreams. Five different fantasies all bearing the same theme. She was one of those five, taking no shame in indulging in the fairs of their pleasure, dropping hints one's share of arousal could grow if given members.
This was why all five giants currently stood in the center of the Crystal Empire, the spire once a castle nothing more than something for Rarity to leaned an elbow upon. Her leaning forced cracked fissures down the crystal. She grinned. Hardly any force, of course.
Fluttershy stood next to her—though her monolithic body wiggled in place. Her yellow feet raising before stomping into the ground, an action light to her sense, but digging feet below the road. Twilight was behind her, cupping Fluttershy's shapely behind between her thighs, clamping and kneading them, backing her panty-crotch harder into them. Every thrust drawing a moan from both.
“So this is what you like? Not surprising.” Twilight moaned into the other's ears, the vertical landscape of her front pushing against Fluttershy's back. Her breasts were filling out against Shy's shoulder blades while dots of many watched from below. “It's not that you enjoy everyone watching you. Or even that you want to stuff all those tinies inside your clothing.”
Twilight bent her long legs as her giant hand reached down to the collection of subjects. Some fled from the growing of her shadow—but her palm snatched a few as it closed over the denizens. She lifted them back up with a grin. “Rather, it's your body being used as a prisonfor them. Being helpless to do anything. It's not you doing all of this—it's your figure.”
The hand full of tinies reached into the opening of the cavernous cleavage. The dense black of the tank top spouted around the buttery mountains kissed by the sun itself but cast into the darkness of the article willing. Fluttershy didn't leave much to the imagination. She'd gone without a bra.
“This is the part that you get off to.” Twilight giggled to herself as her towering formed backed once more into the silent girl. Fluttershy turned her head with eyes set on the sky. Her lips were bitten, and her expression struggled not to give in. “My hand using the greatness of your rack to stuff all these little ones inside. Knowing your tank top will be like another world for them once they get inside.”
Fluttershy must have contemplated for imagery for a suppressed moan vibrated through her pressed lips. Her frame swayed in place. The fatness of her ass contentiously pushing back into the vastness of Twilight's crotch. Both girls milked the contact.
“Implying they even make it to the lands of fabric pulled taut by the giant size of your breasts.” Twilight was milking every word as the psychological components titillated her the most. Had some work to do on her sexy talk. But as for the other sexually-deprived girl—the lack of practice went hardly noticed. “Most of them are just going to be caught by their giant size. So full as to be pinned by their spheres all around the article. Crushed by immense softness. Even if you take it off... they'll still be plastered.”
Twilight's hand went in for the kill. Her hand snaked inside of the opening of the top, digging into the warm slit of the cleavage, tons and tons of plushness welling against her sides, warmth subtly building into heat. Her hand shook if only sometimes to break the hold of each sunny orb.
Reaching the front of the left sierra, the hand uncurled its fingers, sprinkling tinies across the dense stitching of ebony. The digits curved across the natural slope of its front, unable to lift the hefty mass, but rather, follow its curve. Her hand was pinned and pushed as a bulge against the front of the top. Fluttershy glanced down at it through a strand of hair, moaning at more than implications.
Twilight did herself a favour and kneaded the fatness of the breast. The fullness of plushness welling out between her fingers as the heated flesh warmed her own fingers. She was fully aware of the wet patch developing at the crotch of her panties. The spot made bigger by the doughy tush beating against the spot.
Luna couldn't help but enjoy herself as the two giants continued their games of joy. Twilight kept picking tinies to feed into Fluttershy's tank top, all while the girl got off to being used, to having her subtly sexy body used as a cage.
It was interesting to think that being her kink. Not in actually putting the tinies in there herself, or being a form of great power over the land, but rather, that her body itself was powerful. That someone would take those poor little creatures and stuff them against her great and titanic body. But something about that ideal was pleasing. There was a pleasure all girls indulged in by merely thinking about it.
Luna decided she would enjoy herself as this orgy within a dream continued. Falling do her bottom, the bubbly cheeks slammed and wobbled against crystal, softness versus hardness nothing when compared to the difference of mass and might between them. Each wobble of her cheeks slammed against the ground, carving a deeper imprint, one like a heart—but not quite.
Though the heart and feeling left in the space would leave plenty to fall in love inside of it.
Luna laid against something small and like a block rising against her lower back. It was enough to lean into—carving slightly into the structure—but it gave her the support she craved. Glancing to the right, another collection of tinies stood, their details clearer due to being closer... not that such things mattered now.
She lazily swiped the bunch of small ones. Some fell through the gaps of her fingers and pelted against the orbs of her chest. Doughy hills of midnight blue fuzz warmed by body-heat alone. Reaching in the front of her bikini, a set of fingers held back the arched wall of fabric, allowing those who landed on the natural slope of her breast to slide inside the cup. Most crashed into her nipple, feeling their tiny bodies clinging to her bridge of pink skin. Her chest quivered in response to the stimulation.
For the rest, however, still contained with her hand were treated to a different spot. Luna had opted to wear a bikini for its feeling brought her the greatest pleasure. Tugging out the front of her waistband, she gazed into the world there, it feeling so much bigger to her eyes—when seeing the tiny ones held before the place.
Before sprinkling them in.
Countless were collected by the rising spires made of indigo fuzz. Her more sensitize hairs kept long for the smells they retained. So many little bodies embedded within the first, breaking from it like it were cotton candy. Those successful fell inward.
Luna tugged the inside of her cheeks between the sides of her teeth, fighting a whiny from barrelling out her lips, not wanting her pleasure to be as exposed as the rest. But the feeling of numinous little ones pelting the squish of her mounds was enough to roll some eyes backward. And the ones falling into the mile of her slit, a few slipping through the folds and truly entering her depths—that caught a moan out of her.
Her fingers lowered back to crotch before slipping away from the brim, lowering only to pat her filled crotch, rocking her head back as she did so. Duo fingers rubbing circles into the arched wall of the fabric to feed more stranglers into her slit. It wasn't so much the sensation but the imagination that did the trick.
The crotch of her bikini-bottom wasn't much to Luna but, to those within, it composed their whole world. The interior of the monolithic article would appear greater than any dam with stitching so tightly woven as bar light from even entering.
Appreciation got Luna off. Maybe forced appreciation was a better term. After so many years followed by a century of a nation having neglect her beauty—stimulation was found in making up for lost time. Those inside her bikini-bottom were forced to gaze upon her crotch as the cliff to a mountain it became. Those rolling hills of mounds, each packed with the proportional squish, sprawling enough for many to trek across.
Or even the towering lips of her swollen folds, each coming to part slightly, exposing more of her innermost chamber. How something like her pussy could become so cosmic, so much a world unto itself created simply by her being. It was easy to lose track of a simply tiny. But to them—a single part of her body became their everything.
And that was enough to send her hips bucking against the ground, rising up and down, knowing all the tinies behind her folds were tumbling around. Pelting the walls of her sensitive chamber and sent deeper inside of her body. Maybe keeping a few subjects always inside of her—even long as she grew unaware of them—would help in battling away certain feelings of abandonment.
Hard to not feel important when many lives are based inside of her... more special of places.
Behind the one towering spire that marked the center of the Crystal Empire, there were the two giants of the whitest of white, each their own sophisticated kind of cheeky. It wasn't often Princess Celestia was allowed to ditch her title and serve another.
Much less in a way pleasing them both.
The sprawling expanse of Rarity's body laid across to the back reaches of the territory. Her crossed arms marking the border into the lands considered beyond. The mass of her taut frame decimated houses and buildings and landmarks underneath her softness.
She laid on her belly and with her legs swimming through the air, a look familiar in many a magazine, the kind hidden beneath beds and pillows. The black vest of her top hugged her body well but, when it came to her lower-half, she had gone delightfully, mostly bare.
Celestia sat on her knees next to the titanic rump, each cheek filling into the air, wobbling ever so slightly from her kicks. Rarity wore the thinnest thong diving into the crack of her rump and its band hugging across her waist. It made her figure more delicious to the eye.
But this was about appreciating the white hills composed of the finest, heated dough, ones that wobbled easily. Supple was their nature. But the tons of rolling visas couldn't be claimed fat in the slightest. Even its thickest swell at the bottom of each cheek kept form to the kicking legs. One cheek rising during the fall of the other, each pulled by the shifting of her body, keeping align without design.
Celestia in-between her thighs to the bunch of small ones attempting mistake.
The broad but slender pillars of her legs barred their escape and, knowing their fate didn't fight the coming of her hand. Unlike the other girls, however, she scooped them more gracefully. But this didn't give them the impression of going to a graceful place.
Rather as the roller coaster of the hand ascend into the air, the palm opening to the landscape of woman below—the tinies knew exactly where they were going. Two rolling ranges of jiggly butt now protruding into the sky. Perfection waiting to lay claim to those non-deserving. The hand picked up speed as it then turned, coming to slap onto the slope of the cheek, many saved by the hand sinking into the mass, they much the same, the wobbly tush devouring them deeper into its depths, baking them with warmth, fragrance, and a different kind of fur.
Celestia kneaded the tush. Down the long length of the woman, Rarity lifted her head with a moan. Satisfied, Celestia lifted her hand, allowing those stuck and plastered to the alabaster flank to keep that way. Her other hand snuck into the cleft between the cheek, parting it to reveal the bridge of thong deeply tucked within the divot.
Before sprinkling the rest of the tinies within it.
