//-------------------------------------------------------// Unexpected Pleasure -by BlueFin- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// "Little Things" //-------------------------------------------------------// "Little Things" Obsidian let out a weary sigh while running his fingers through his black and grey streaked mane as he wandered into the very familiar place he came to often for work: The Diamondback Museum tucked away in the outskirts of Ponyville. It was a quaint little building, though it wouldn't stay small for long, as new exhibits were being made and introduced practically every other month. Still, the blue earth pony didn't mind all the hustle and bustle-as long as it wasn't directed towards him. He did what he was asked to and didn't ask many questions in return, just waiting for the day to end so he could head back home and spend the evening with his wife, Pixel. Come to think of it, the stallion hadn't seen the pastel blue unicorn anywhere when he left the house earlier this morning...odd. He knew for a fact that it was her day off, as she would usually be up before him to make him breakfast, which she did, but other than that there was no hide nor tail of her presence whenever he was finishing up getting his satchel ready for the day. Little did he know that she was actually right there with him-though in the last place he'd expect. A tiny, tiny hand desperately gripped onto the edge one of Sid’s back pant pockets, an equally small head popping free to gasp for air- then cough and sputter trying to dislodge a wad of lint that had managed to shove its way into their mouth. Pixel wheezed for a few seconds before sighing in relief. This wasn’t exactly how she planned to start her morning-climbing up the inside of a pocket- but hey, at least she knew her shrinking spell had worked! It was the only way that she could think of to get a tour of her husband’s workspace, since their schedules always overlapped with each other and she figured she’d never be able to see it otherwise. Granted, the ride to the museum was more than bumpy-damn that jiggling, rippling ass repeatedly slamming her against the surprisingly thick fabric- but now that she was here, looking past that seemed a bit easier. The hallway they were in was beautiful, miles(to her) of shiny black tile reflecting the light from the glowing ceiling lamps high above like a mirror. Each ancient-looking exhibit they passed-filled with fossils and masks and other old and odd things that the earth pony and his team had dug up over the years- looked like skyscrapers from her point of view, towering as if the set pieces were crafted to be gifts to the high and mighty themselves. A small part of the unicorn wanted to teleport out and take a closer look, but since she was unfamiliar with the place-and she didn’t know all of the spell’s limits yet- sticking with Obsidian ended up being her best bet, realizing very quickly that one wrong move from this height- or any height, for that matter- would certainly spell her demise, and no shield would be able to protect her from that. Her ears perked in alarm at the feeling of the stallion slowing down, another set of hoofsteps coming in their direction. Someone was coming. Panicked, she ducked back a little into the dark, stuffy cave that was the pocket. She couldn’t be spotted-not yet, anyways. “Good morning, Sid!” A cheerful voice piped up as another stallion strode(more like skipped) towards him. It normally would have been the thing to raise his spirits while he was still in the process of “properly” waking up, but in Obsidian’s case, it only seemed to make them plummet further. “Good morning, Molten,” he nearly groaned back, eyeing his bouncy cousin with slight suspicion. “You’re here early.” The long tailed, bright eyed and curly mop maned dragon hybrid nodded while he smiled. “Uh huh! Mrs. Glass asked me if I could drop in to help out with the new exhibit display stages today. I of course said yes, because now I get to see you more!” Sid couldn’t help but roll his eyes, shaking his head. “Why am I not surprised…” Molten pouted a little, ears drooping slightly. “Awe, c’mon Sidian. You can’t tell me that you don’t like us working together. I thought we made a pretty good team!” “We do, honest. It’s just, I can’t really deal with this much...energy right now. Come back to me in an hour or so and then we’ll see how I’m feeling.” The hybrid seemed to perk up at that, tail lightly thumping against the floor. “Ok! Sounds good to me!” “Great.” Pixel snickered quietly to herself at the exchange, shaking her head fondly. She could never quite understand what brought those two together-while also pushing themselves away at the same time. Though she didn't blame Sid for being so groggy, it was what...almost seven? Early, that's what she'll call it. Waiting a few seconds longer, she slowly and cautiously peeked back out of her hiding spot once she was sure that the coast was clear. Molten's enormous frame was thundering off in the opposite direction they were going...good. So, what now? It was a little bit underwhelming to be seeing everything, well, backwards-and as much as she fantasized being pressed against something by a giant, soft, bubbly butt at this size- having it happen unwillingly wasn't quite her forte. Not to mention her husband wasn't the most...gentle when it came to sitting down, so unless she wanted to be flattened like a pancake, she was going to have to move, fast. Luckily for the mare, Obsidian's work shirt had a pocket where she was pretty sure that she would be safe in until he brought her home. Small problem though-it was all the way up on his chest. To make matters worse, the fabric was dark colored, so any little speck could be instantly zeroed in on, and in her case, being mistaken for a bug or loose string was highly likely if she wasn't careful. A sigh fluttered her lips as she tried to solve this dilemma, nothing really coming to mind until… Maybe an invisibility spell could work? There was absolutely no guarantee that it would last long enough to make the entire trip, but it was the only choice she really had. It was worth a shot. With her mind set and wits about her, Pixel began her journey. Up, up, up she climbed, the constant quaking and trembling from every movement the stallion made was a challenge in itself, holding on for dear life as to not slip. His long tail added yet another obstacle to avoid, as it would occasionally sway towards her, never engulfing and tangling her completely into the forest of black and grey, but sometimes coming really close. After what felt like an eternity. the tiny unicorn finally pulled herself up onto the edge of the waistband of the pants, glancing back to look at her progress before gripping tightly onto that edge in order to catch a breath. After this, she swore to herself that she would never go rock climbing with Sid ever again, every muscle in her body just ached. Taking a few minutes to get readjusted, she finally stood up, getting ready to jump across the small chasm to grab onto the shirt in front of her once she felt things were stable enough and continue the trek. And then, the worst possible thing that could have happened at that moment...happened. A bump. The world shook as the large body suddenly staggered back then jerked forward, knocking the mare off balance and launching her straight into dark pit, her frame slamming against something that rippled on impact, but did nothing to stop her rapid descent into...something else. Everything went dark before she could truly process what was going on, body going limp as she blacked out. "Oops, sorry Mrs. Glass! I didn't see you there," Obsidian apologized quickly after accidentally running into her, holding out a hand to keep her steady in case she had lost her balance. "Are you alright?" The older mare nodded, fixing him with a slightly stern look once she straightened herself up. "You need to be more careful, Obsidian. We have many artifacts here that are-" "Very hard to replace if broken," he finished, rubbing the back of his neck while flashing her a sheepish smile. "My apologies. But at least those are usually roped off, so I'll trip over the cords before I get to the display case." Mrs. Glass couldn't help but smile at that, gently pulling away from him to lean over and pick up a large cardboard box that was sitting on the floor. Eyes narrowing slightly, she held it out towards him to have him take it, her hands resting on her hips once it was safely passed over. "You ran into Molten, didn't you?" At his nod, she did the same. "Good. I need you to help him get all these replicas set up before we start bringing in the stands and display cases. Think you can manage that?" Sid lightly bit on his lower lip. If he could keep the hybrid from knocking everything over, sure. "Yes, Ma'am. Of course." His supervisor seemed pleased, hoisting another box into her arms, though this one she held onto. "Wonderful. Both of you come back here when you're done, there's more stuff to unload." "Will do." Pixel groaned as she stirred awake, rubbing her throbbing head while rising to a sitting position. But when she opened her eyes, something immediately came to her attention: it was dark. Really dark. And warm, very warm. And the smell, wow. Where was she? At first the unicorn thought that she had fallen into another pocket in Sid's pants, but a quick illumination spell proved otherwise. Looking up, her mind briefly melted at what she was witnessing. It wasn't anything that she hadn't seen before, but seeing it in a new light stole her breath away for a few seconds. Two fur covered balls as big as mountains loomed above her like some kind of chandelier, jostling around with every step the giant earth pony took. Higher up from that lay the gaping opening to his sheath- closed for now but always open for persuasion. Now that she was thinking about it, if the mare was going to be stuck here for whoever knows how long, why not have a little fun with it? The playful bits were right there after all, and the overpowering (but not unpleasant), thick scent of musk hanging in the air paired with the enticing visuals was making it difficult to not take up on the offer. A sly smirk pulled at the corners of her lips to the sound of muffled but still booming voices high above her, lifting her shirt above her head and tossing it aside. Not that she was going to need it since it was drenched in sweat-be it hers or her husband’s, she couldn’t tell. Her horn glowed brighter as it charged up a beam of magic. This was going to be fun… The next few hours ticked by without a hitch, Obsidian barely noticing how much time had passed until it was time for lunch. It was probably because he was way too focused on making sure that Molten wasn’t throwing a collarbone replica around like a boomerang, the little rascal. It started as merely an afterthought at first, but the moment he sat down at a table to eat did he feel...it. Something was...could he call it tickling? Sure. A feather-light "tickling" caressed the very bottom of his nutsack, and he couldn't tell whether or not he was imagining it, the tremors sending little vibrations up and down and driving him mad. It took all he had not to cross his legs and hope no one else saw how uncomfortable he was becoming. A smile forced its way onto his face while he chatted with colleagues, who thankfully didn’t seem to notice a thing, though all he could think about was whatever was going on between his legs, and how badly he wanted to jam a hand down there and tend to it himself. Don't think about touching, don't think about touching, don't- damn it… The earth pony held in a growl as he could feel his cock-head poke out from his sheath, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. This was bad… sure his pants could maybe hold a half chub without rousing suspicion, but a full, raging hard mast? There was no way he'd be able to make it through the rest of the day with that on display. A tap that was a little too high up his thigh caused him to jump, wincing as his knees slammed into the table, earning everyone's attention as they looked at him. His face flushed while he glared at Molten, who drew his hand back in surprise. "What was that for?" he muttered once he gave a quick apology and things returned to normal. The hybrid blinked, then shrugged his shoulders. "My bad, didn't know that was going to startle you. You just...stopped talking mid-sentence, I wanted to know if you were ok?" "I'm fine." Nope, not fine, not fine at all, oh geez. A few more inches had slid out into the open, now starting to curve downwards. He needed to move before things got too obvious. "Say, how much time do we have left before we have to head back?" Molten glanced up at the ticking clock across from them. "About twenty minutes, why?" Obsidian was already out of his seat and nearly speed walking down the hall. "Uh, bathroom break! Cover for me if I'm late!" The bathroom door closed behind the stallion with a click, and he sighed in relief, locking it and slumping against the nearby wall, then sliding to the cold tile floor to stretch his legs out. A stall would be more preferable, but preferableness wasn't exactly the goal here. His hand traveled down to the button and zipper of his pants, undoing them and pulling his boxers back to release his troublemaker. There wasn't as much of a spring as he was expecting, partially due to some of it retreating back inside from all the quick movements from earlier. Sid rolled his eyes. "Oh, so now you want to behave when I'm not being stared at by ten other creatures," he grumbled before taking the thing in his grasp and giving it a loose and lazy stroke. It stiffened back up instantly, twitching once or twice once he got into a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed and just took in the moment. His thoughts shifted to Pixel, unsurprisingly. What would she say if she saw him like this? "Someone's being naughty," was the first thing that came to mind. "Getting a boner in the middle of your shift. Naughty, naughty boy…" For some reason, that only coaxed his hand to go faster, veins popping up all along his shaft. The gears shifted again when he pictured what she would do to him in this situation. She'd probably just watch him from afar and let her magic do all the work, swirling around his tip and balls and then simply...stay there. Not doing much, no vibration, no tugging or squeezing, just slow, constant pressure from all sides. O-oh, yes, right there... It was almost as if he could actually feel it, his slick fingers practically flying across his throbbing prick now while pre dribbled into his free hand, which then slipped down to knead into the neglected nuts until his head fell back, gasping sharply. Sid's body stiffened when he realized that his "working" hand was gripping tightly around the spot just behind his medial ring, halting the flow of bubbling, churning seed that threatened to fire out like a rocket into the air. His rationale took over his needs for a second, it seems. It definitely would be foolish to jizz all over his clothing, and doing it on the floor would be a bigger mess to clean up using time he probably didn't have. So, with much reluctancy, he rose to his hooves, duck waddled over to the nearest stall, and released into the toilet with a low moan, leaning on the wall for support as his knees nearly gave out. Once he felt ready enough to walk, he flushed, cleaned himself up, and headed out the door, hopeful that another, ahem, incident wasn't going to happen twice in one day. Pixel felt like she couldn't cry out loud enough as her raised legs finally buckled, unleashing a second-or was it third, she wasn't counting- wave of fluids into her hand the second she was tucked back into the darkness, face fully flushed while her hair clung to her in clumps. Celestia, that might have been one of the hottest things she had ever witnessed, especially when everything was just so...huge and detailed. And when Obsidian’s massive yet surprisingly careful fingers unknowingly rubbed against her...she may have lost it from that sensation alone. The unicorn had no regrets about using the spell now after what she just experienced, and would definitely do it again if the times lined up once more. Actually, less like if, and more like when. She lay there for awhile, gasping for air while she was rocked back and forth by the hips way up high. Compared to all the pressure and heat from before, things were much more calm, relaxing even as she drifted down from her high. The new scents mixing with the older ones could have kickstarted the whole cycle all over again if she wasn't so tired. Maybe once she was home and back to normal size she'd break the news (and probably get scolded for it). But for right now, napping seemed like a good option...until she was ready to strike again. Author's Note Thanks for Reading! If you have any questions or suggestions for future fics, feel free to let me know. Until next time!