Awash in a Splash

Chapters

I | My Shame for Your Acceptance
II | Filling the Bowl
III | Golden Pools
IV | Journey Between the Supple Cheeks

I | My Shame for Your Acceptance

Inside Her Panties and Enjoying Golden Ravines
B_25 for Semillion

It'd been the sex that was close to death, fears and woes, isolation as a whole... no longer no more. Sunset fell left and off the delicious thighs of green, which bore a thickness not even hinted at, a knockout unaware of the sexual bliss borne within her frame.

The mattress sunk beneath her back and the sheets rose around her waist, the faint squeeze of springs singing into her ears. Seconds gave way to heavy breathing, the sole sound of the night, a sensation always bringing the confident girl strife.

Her head rolled on the pillow to bristling bacon-striped hair, a green face already having done the same, Wallflower's hair even more of a mess. Loose green tangles strewn like a raged sea and frizzed as if licked from a storm. “Hey... you good?”

Wallflower did what she did best, blush, nodding her head, her cheek rubbing into the pillow's cover. She was smiling and her eyes a sweet glow. Something seemed wrong; feeling in the air not right. “You sure? Because I felt like I went a bit harder than usual on that one.”

Wallflower's lips parted... but it was a few seconds before words came out. “I-I don't mind. It feels, um, rather nice... when you ride me hard.” She swallowed the saliva born from shame, keeping on, a developed trait Sunset was proud to help build. “Makes me feel tingly all over. Being close with you makes d-down there... and my heart becomes alive with something more.”

She blew a blissful sigh. “Seeing you so intensely passionate because of me causes me to feel good.”

“That's good.” Sunset couldn't help her gaze dropping right, from chin to chest, the fat bust of emerald mounds. Round and perky and a texture that was creamy green in a rich sheen. Her lips were licked unintentionally. “You make me feel good. Really good. But sometimes I worry about feeling too good around you.”

“W-Whuh?” Wallflower pushed her hands into the pillow, rising whole on her side, her breasts softly clapping together. “Why?”

Sunset felt bad for being unable to look away from them. “Because it's not fair if you're not enjoying yourself. We both have to be doing that for it to truly feel good.” She slapped a hand over her eyes, lazily pulling down on her face. “I've gotta find a better synonym for good before my tongue swallows itself.”

“I, um,” Wallflower rested into the pillow again, but this time, pressed it to her chest, which meshed into and spilled out its sides, a juicy affair too great for the eyes. Sunset sucked in her lips and bit—she couldn't disregard her shame even in the serious moment. “It's not like that. Sometimes, maybe.”

Sunset steered her will and lifted her gaze to Wallflower's face. “That... bad?”

Wallflower shook her head and smiled softly. “No. I don't think I'm intense as you when it comes to doing... that.” She tugged the pillow left, exposing her bust, knowing it a must for Sunset. “But being with you pushes me into new things. Anytime I can say no. So... seeing you really happy... and coming to enjoy... what we do. It, uh, m-makes me feel good in a different way.”

Sunset smirked as she dropped her eyes—realizing another pair had been set on her own twins. “Sorry. It seems like I've forgotten how much you've grown in this last while.” She looked back up and held out a hand, taking a twisted vine of green hair, stroking her fingers through it—the silk of a jungle leaf. “It always feels like I have this urge to protect you from everything. Especially myself.”

Wallflower smiled back with a happy bob of the head. “But you taught me when to speak up for myself... so you don't need to worry that deeply, anymore.” But her eyes sudden saddened and widened upon the twitch of her nose. “B-But maybe we should call it sleepy-time? Couch! We should sleep on the sofa or—“

“You smelled that too, huh?” Sunset said in finally having the scent of the few minutes commented upon. It was a strangely attractive fragrance, richly so, a faint stinging in her nose. “Was getting a bit worried about that too.” She threw the blanket outward. “You can get the couch and movie ready if you want. Think we went a little too crazy with the sheets. I'm going to—“

“B-But maybe we can save that for tomorrow?”

“Nah. Water's cheaper at night. Better to wake up to sheets cleaned anyway.”

Wallflower had rolled out from her side of the bed, actual rolls, a remaining strangeness of her personality. It was a few seconds before she sat, the bed squeaking, the emerald hills of her tush peeking out from beneath her.

And then she stood, slowly slow, her naked body dressed in the moonlight.

No sense in paying that too much mind. Sunset rolled over and out of the side of the bed, turning around, enjoying the freshness of air across her bare skin. There was something pleasant in the feeling of being naked with another. Despite the treats that came with the view, a connection formed between them, the ability of intimacy, allowing them to go, with each other, without clothes.

“Would there be something that would get you off more?” Sunset wasn't sure of the strain of words escaping her lips, but they came nonetheless, causing her to bend forward to collect the sheets. The curve of her ass pushed into the air to the exposure of its tight shape. “Not that you have to tell me anything now. But... if you're going through a bit of effort to get me off... feels like I should return the favour somehow.”

“N-No no!” The swaying hair to a shaking head bristled from above as Sunset hugged the sheets into a developing pile. “You take good care of me! Y-You do the things that make me feel... nice.”

“But surely there's more you want than that, right?” Sunset hummed the words as she gathered the pile... that scent once again stinging her nostrils. What was it? Like a smell gathering beneath a cover—before allowed out as a whole. “It doesn't seem you had much of an interest in sex before that. There must have been something else that was getting you going. You don't have to share it... but don't worry about it being weird.”

That damp-spot on the coming wave. Darker and deeper and fibres dense from the absorbed content. Their shared juices? Musk lingered in the air, however faintly, a sweetly-spicy remainder of the last hour.

But this? Sharp and pungent and stinging the air.

Sunset laid a hand over the spot—to the squeak of the girl—and lifted her head. “W-What's wrong? It's okay if this is you. I don't mind... mind... h-huh?” Wallflower stood on the other side, thighs joined together, rubbing off each other, hands up above, clasped over her face. “This is that smell! Thought something was off.” Sunset shook her head on rising back up and holding the same hand. “Now what is it anyway?”

She drew the hand to her nose and smelled it, that same richness stinking of something, a scent not unpleasant. It filled her lungs like the aroma of musk and sex, causing feelings of light-headiness, the becoming of drunkenness, the starting of a sudden thirst.

Not one, however, evoking the urge to drink.

“Is this... pee?”

Sunset gazed to the other side of the room to a change of view. Wallflower stood with her back to the raised window, moonlight and the moon behind her, a body draped in ethereal beauty. Her cheeks brightly pink and thighs stroking the other for reasons beyond nervousness.

And there was a glistening between her legs.

Wallflower kept herself natural down below, thicker and darker strands of her hair, sprouting the same across her pubic region. It actually reminded of Sunset of a miniature jungle that a miniature version of herself would like to explore. The mounds below glistened with smears and folds already peeking out from her slit.

Agape, and her clit winked.

Time froze in the influx of information and stimulus and the feelings and emotions to those two. During the height of their pleasure, Wallflower had wet the bed, accident or... maybe not. She was a one-round kind of girl; this quality kept for the better half of the month.

Yet she was wet, and with nipples hard in seeing Sunset sniff a hand damp with her golden splash. Before anything could happen or any words could be spoken, a sniffling sound joined a muffled whimper, both coming from the girl who turned, dash, and sprinted out of the bedroom.

Sunset didn't say a word but reached out a hand, the very same unknowingly sinking into another's wet batch, the feeling and smell not a cue for disgust. Rather she did not mind upon turning her palm around, gazing into it. Holding it close, she sniffed again, the aroma strong but also unique, a part of her that kept the energetic essence of another.

Wallflower's most personal scent petered from that hand, and only her fragrance could smell like this, a quality bringing solace to Sunset. In dropping it by her side, her face flicked over to that damp spot. Tiny versions of her stood on the fabric pond, rolling around, covering herself in airs of Wallflower.

One kink found out.

Another yet to be.

The steps echoed across the wooden floor and disappeared onto the tiles of the bathroom, followed by a squeak and a click, the bolting of a lock. Movement huddled together before becoming silent. The frame pushed out, ever so slightly, a back pressing against it on the other side—sliding down slowly.

Sunset wasn't sure how to approach the scene, a blessing in disguise, for silence was needed the most. Two girls naked with a door in-between, the states between them being the same. The golden girl took to the door, sitting and resting, indulging in the quiet.

It'd gave time for the other girl to catch her breath, calm her state, and be assured the Sunset was there and not in a rush. It also gave time for Sunset to reflect over the moment. Watersports? Unexpected and undoubtedly different. But she didn't have anything against it.

Sunset leaned her head against the door and, seconds later, felt the other do the same, inches of wood separating the backs of their heads. It gave the sunny lady cause to think of her own unusual fetish.

The desire to be small.

“I ever tell you what I was into?” Sunset asked without expecting a reply, allowed to talk to herself, but knowing another listened. It gave her a mode of expression she didn't know she needed. “You're going to think it's funny—all things considering. It's something so strange that I... I don't think I've ever told another soul before.”

Her head kept up as her eyes drifted down. “Maybe you've noticed it before. You tend to be more perceptive than others.” She swallowed. “Whenever we watch a show or movie about a character getting smaller or... shrinking. Do you notice a difference in me?”

Shuffling hair rubbed against the wood on the other side, up or down, left or right, a nod or a shake—Sunset couldn't tell. It didn't matter too much. “I can't say exactly when it happened, but ever since I was, y'know, a filly... I've had always had a fascination with being tiny.”

Sunset's head leaned all the way back as she exhaled the density of her tension. “I don't know what it is about being tiny that gets to me. Before, it was just an interest. But as I got older, it grew into something different. Even during my bitch days it lurked in the back of my head.”

There was a whimper. Squeaking. The desire to hear more.

“Can you imagine that? Thinking I was everything and could tower over everyone... yet imagining myself tiny on the floor, a circle of giant shoes around me, towering legs all around—faces looming from the sky to glare down at me.” The back of her whacked, a few times, against the doors. “Supposed there was a pleasure in being reduced to being small and becoming punished. But that was just an aspect. Side-effect.”

Sunset lunged her arms around her shins and pulled on them, bunching her golden legs into her breasts, comforted by the sensation. It'd almost scared her, the lack of another's touch, for all the little things it meant and then evoked. Hugging herself, fetal style, was the second-closest thing.

But as far away as the rest to Wallflower's touch.

“In being myself... in being Sunset Shimmer... I was a someone... that a no one put a lot of effort into becoming and sustaining.” Sunset laid her cheek onto her knees, staring off into the wall with glistening eyes. “But to become small and tiny, weak to whoever found me... it tickled something inside of me.”

She blew warm breath across her cold skin. “I don't think I could ever handle the shame of standing on the palms of Rainbow Dash's hands. Her giant face looking down at me. The sheer power she'd hold over me.”

Sunset smiled. “In that state, I could truly be reduced to nothing.”

Suddenly a voice.

“I wouldn't do that to you.”

Sunset blinked as her head raised. “Y-You wouldn't? What do you—“

“If you were tiny... that would be... the best thing... ever!” Wallflower found her words—and her excitement—rather slowly. “You're always having to be strong and tall. Both for yourself and me. Always feeling like you have to be confident... even when you have none left.”

Sunset chuckled. “Guess that's what I'm worried about, y'know? The gig being found out about? Everyone could see me for what I really am, nothing, and could do as they please.” Her eyes turned down again. “That's something I always have to fight against. Don't think I could ever handle someone finding me like that.”

“Even me?”

Sunset opened her mount, but her mind was fed the question first, wondering how a giant Wallflower would make her feel. She'd been willing to show her nothingness to Wallflower because of how'd she viewed the girl, in some sense, lower than herself.

To be significantly mistaken on the matter.

“I-I... don't know.” Sunset rerouted the flow of words from mind to heart in search of the raw truth. “Can't say I wouldn't like the idea of it. Supposed I'd be a little bit scared. But standing in your hands... I would like that better than most.”

Among other things.

“I-I wouldn't just do that with you! Oh, if I had a teeny-tiny Sunset Shimmer in my hands... I'd melt away! Do you know how cute you'd be, no taller than my finger, able to cuddle with it as I held them up.”

It sounded like she was falling in love with the idea too, skipping its strangeness and absurdity, already on the parts of the unknown she would love to try out.

“Normally I like to sit alone, but it wouldn't be truly like that if you were small!” Wallflower continued in an excitement forgetting its previous fears. “You would be a part of my world! Able to run around on my plate or hang from my hair. You could always keep on my shoulder and whisper things into my ear! I could be alone, but together!”

The sweetness of the ideas was also stimulating of places down south.

“You could be anywhere on my body as I walk or go to class or like that! Resting on my leg as I lean back on a grassy hill.” The girl seemed to lower on the other side of the door in the current of ideas sweeping her away. “I wouldn't even mind keeping you in my shirt! Usually I worry about not being enough.”

A delighted giggled. “But if there was more of me than there was of you... you wouldn't have to worry about holding yourself back! I'd cuddle you against my cheek, envelop you in a big kiss, and keep you nice and safe inside my shirt. It'd be simply wonderful!”

Sunset felt a stinging again, not in the nose but from the eyes, their corners to be exact. In all this fear of becoming small and nothing, in being used or abused or controlled, her weakness and nothingness revealed... this shy little girl wanted nothing more than to love and take care of her.

To repay all the times Sunset had protected her.

“All of that would be a good time,” Sunset finally replied. “Braving your giant face set on my little body... it seems a little scary in my head... but that's probably the same feeling you had to endure with me at first, right?”

Giggles. “Something like that!”

“Think you'd be willing to brave it a final time?”

Silence.

“You don't have to... but you know my dirty little secret now.” Sunset smiled. “Pretty humiliating for a girl like me wanting to be tiny and pampered. Even if I knew about your kink, being that small... I couldn't hold much sway over you.”

Silence.

“But I'd understand if—“

“I peed my pants.”

The words were so juvenile, but Sunset repressed the chuckle, in favour of keeping true to the mood. Wallflower must sense this, for it offered her a breath, a chance to go on with the utmost shame out of the way. “It was fireworks at a park once. All of my family was there. It was so packed and crowded, but the lights in the sky were so pretty... that I didn't mind all the people.”

Sunset turned her head on the door, looking at the wood, feeling as though she could see through it. It was even to envision Wallflower like her. Curled together with her knees up. Yet she imagined a smile below them. “Enough happening in the sky to take the edge of your anxiety away?”

“Mmhmm.” The sense of a nod. “Something like that. I'd even gotten a slushie from my uncle! It was really good.” Then a shake of the head. “But then I drank too much and had to use the restroom. Everyone was so focused on the show... that I didn't want to tell them... that I had to go.”

“That sucks.” Sunset leaned back against the door again. “It's hard to handle those kinds of situations by yourself when you're younger.”

“It was... hard.” Wallflower followed onto the word slowly. “But I strangely enjoyed it. I-I... don't know what it was. But the crowd was focused on the sky, so I could squeeze through them with ease, all while fighting myself not to pee.” There was a pained whimper, but she fought through it, continuing. “Even though I was panicking, even though I was rushing, even though I was worried about being seconds from wetting myself... in truth, I was enjoying every second of it.”

She came to sigh in relief. “The feeling of it building up there, a lightness of pressure that felt... really nice for some strange reason.” Silence. “Even though I knew none were looking at me, the fear of getting caught made it feel better. Keeping it back as my face squirmed. Hotness developing between my legs as I rubbed them together to keep it all back. Knowing it all was going to come out soon, and there was nothing I could do... I think that was the first time I felt pleasure in my life.”

Sunset gazed up at the ceiling of the hallway. “So, did you make it?”

“Heavens no! There was one stall, and like, ten people in line.” The clatter of footsteps muffled through the door as the other girl finally rose. “Knowing I wasn't going to make it, that these people would see me pee like that in public—I dashed a bit into a wooded area. Little patch blocked by bushes and covered by trees.”

Sunset grinned. “Popped a squat there?”

A chortle. “N-No! But I like how you said that!” Faint laughter came and died away, stories and feelings of the past, once shameful, now finding genuine expression. Repressed no longer for another cared to hear them in similar glee. “Got my jeans off in time... but I stopped at my panties. They were so pink at the time. In sitting back on the grass, I-I couldn't help... but let the sensation build up. Growing and growing until I couldn't hold it back anymore.”

Another swift laughter. “My hand even down there to stroke! I had no idea what I was doing.” Feet squeaked in a turned on the ground, the wood of the door pushing in, the light push of a hand set against it. “Couldn't have known better at the time. Only I kept stroking until my legs clamped together... and it all came flooding out of me.”

Sunset smirked as her hands pushed off against the floor, a loose rise and turn around, looking at the door as now she could see through it. “Must have been a sexy sight to see? Lady wetting her undies? Some serious sex appeal about that!”

“Q-Quit it! I looked down to see a damp patch blossoming on the crotch of them.” The door had been opened, and the smaller girl stood in its archway, head lowered and turned away, nipping on the knuckle of her index finger. “S-Seeing it.. felt very good. Warm and spilling all around... down there. Soon my panties couldn't absorb it all. They were so damp! It leaked onto my thighs but... the sensation was so good!”

Sunset bore a tired and happy look, a shrugging of the shoulders, the giant fears of their kinks... finally release. “I believe it. Just a shame I couldn't have worn the pair over my face once you were done.”

Wallflower's eyes shot open in realization of another, not only accepting such damning details of her most personal of pleasures... but then to cast it upon herself in such a way. The idea of telling this to another was merely a dream; the reality of sharing the fetish with another... it was simply too good for this world. “B-But... no! You wouldn't! They would be wet by my... y'know! They'd smell and heavy and—“

Sunset nodded her head around as her eyes bounced the same. “Sounds like some pretty awesome stuff to have on my face.” Then she nodded sincerely. “Of course I'd need to shower afterward. But a golden shower from you first doesn't seem so bad.”

It must have been the words, or their implication, something or other for, in the closing seconds, the smaller girl dash toward her. Throwing her hands up and around Sunset's neck and pulling it down to deliver a great kiss to her lips. The two remained in contact for a while, naked bodies pressed together, the feeling of being whole.

By the door of the bathroom being left open.

And in being swept up in the euphoria of the moment.

Sunset said something, perhaps, she shouldn't have.

“H-Hey, Wallflower?” were the first words upon breaking their kiss as Sunset leaned up from it. “Now that we've found out what truly... gets each other off.” She coughed and looked away. “What would you say, to maybe, both of our... stuff, coming true.”

Wallflower cocked her head left in confusion, but the smile on her lips wasn't from that.

“You see, I still have a bit of magic from the other world, and..."

II | Filling the Bowl

~ II ~

Filling the Bowl

Wallflower found it harder to go from feeling all eyes on here. Maybe that wasn't a fair assessment—since there were only two more in the room—but the feeling was the same. Her naked body felt watched as she shifted on the toilet seat.

"C'mon." That voice. Soft and sweet and teasing. Infusion of the three making it harder for her to pee. "Going to keep me waiting in suspense? You can do it. Give a little yellow stream for me?" Sunset's bare bottom squeaked across the side of the bathtub, its sound, closer. "Not so hard in letting it hard. Don't imagine I'm here. It's not like you're soaking your panties or something, right?"

Wallflower whimpered. Trickles of a current striking against porcelain. It slid down in a thin ravine into the body of water, a splashing that was soft, sounding, throughout the room. Her cheeks burning.

"There we go! Little burst—but we're getting somewhere." Wallflower opened her eyes to the view of the naked girl, standing before her, a hand on her hip—pushing it left. She smiled sweetly upon lowering herself. "But if you don't mind... this room is getting cold. Need something to warm my fingers up a bit."

What had she meant by that? The answer revealed in Sunset swinging her legs over Wallflower's own, sitting on the further reaches of her thighs. The pressure was soft and applied to the tension tucked behind her crotch. The feeling of that place expanding, needing release, building in size.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Sunset leaned in above and kisses her forehead, the act flooding relief through a tensed body. It filtered to the pressure and released some of the streams. "Pee for me." She giggled down into Wallflower's ear. "Sounds a little strange to say—but that's what I want for you to do. Pee. Let it all be free. Douse these little fingers of mine."

Wallflower couldn't keep restrain in on the sensations that followed. Those talked-about fingers trailed across the tautness her belly, soft circles stroked where the pressure was the worst, a dam, cracking, from the pleasures. Then they dipped down, all the way so, stroking the top of her slit in a swipe downward.

Which allowed for everything to come.

Wallflower shuddered on closing her thighs the best she could, feeling the current break from her depths, unleashed, a feeling of freshness spreading over her form. The warmth of yellow splashed outward as the tension behind it faded with the seconds. Worst and best, however, were the sounds.

She jerked her head down to the view between their chests and bodies, seeing, far below, that sunny hand posed below her crotch. Warm currents of lemon washed over the fingers, dousing them in the smell of urine, each wiggling to cover every inch of their skin.

"How does it feel to peeing on my hand right now? Getting my fingers nice and warm and wet and sticky as you let it go aaaaallll over them? They'll smell like you for a week." Sunset giggled as her own body shifted, a feeling of release coming soon. "Unique scent of you few others will ever know. Never come to think about it often, do we? None else will ever see or smell what comes in these little private acts—but that's what gets you off, doesn't it?"

Sunset's words were followed by a current of her own, another stream from her folds down below, striking and flushing down the emerald crotch, tufts of pubic hair dampening with the liquid. The heat of the stream nearly burned at Wallflower's folds as she whimpered and wiggled her head upward in utter delight.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of." Hands crossed and wrapped and hugged around her slender frame, catching Wallflower in surprise, feeling the head press on her shoulders. Her own fell onto its side, nuzzling it, seeking comfort. "Peeing on another girl... has never been a fascination of mine. But I can see the appeal of it. That, and making you happy."

Wallflower's lips wobbled as the jointed heat between her legs lessened. Pressures were gone from her crotch, but warmth lingered in affected skin and remaining droplets, leaving a sense of satisfaction.

"But I guess... since you've held your side of the bargain... that I..." Sunset planted her face into the silky-green shoulder, its smoothness reminiscent of cream, a smell of coconut relaxing on the mind. That, and the other aroma rising. "It's been a really long time since I've last used magic. W-When this is done, I-I should... be on your thigh."

Wallflower's eyes widened on inching past the shoulders of the girl, seeing a thin aura of white surrounding Sunset's form, brightening and dwindling and contracting, the weight on her thighs lessening as the pleasant pressure was relieved.

The glow surrounding the woman became smaller and smaller, dropping from her shoulders and beneath the mass of her bust, round breasts wobbling from the slightest of movements. Her eyes watched the effect of the girl, that was, until it reduced.

And there she was. Hard to see enough to garner a lean forward and the squinting of eyes. Standing on the expanse of thigh like a curved land of creamy delight. So tiny and small and struggling to walk around—feet sinking into the warm squishiness.

How did Wallflower appear to her now? Thighs spanning a road leading into the vertical rise of her stomach, high into the sky were breasts became clouds, that monolithic face in space, hazy and blurry from size and distance—gazing down at her diminutive form.

Then the adorableness set in.

"OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE SOOOOOOOO CUTE!" Wallflower reached her hands downward and clasped them on the trip, having scoop them beneath the tiny. Feeling her frame clattered onto the join palms, they rose, reaching to before her face. "You're all so adorable! Tiny and small and naked! I just wanna gobble you up and swallow you whole!"

Gazing into the expanse of the palm show the tiny girl sitting back, elated from a clump of skin, sinking into it. That small face looked up at her, hints of sweetness and a smile—maybe a little fear all things considering.

Wallflower pushed her palm into her cheek, rubbing against it vertically, feeling the protrusion sink into its softness. Feeling the strokes of something tiny and small dominated by something like her cheek was a new pleasure all together. But her mind wasn't in that type of a space.

"I'm going to protect you forever like this! You can rise in my shoulders or hide out in my bra! Keep inside my underwear if you want to totally be safe about things." Wallflower lost self-consciousness in being giving this cute thing of life. Getting to keep and protect and all that rendered shame a non-existent thing. "We're going to have so much fun together! You can play in my food, or do battle with my fingers! You could try using one of my controllers at this size and see how well you can play! Oh my!" She drew her palms back. "This is going to be so much fun!"

And tilted them forward by mistake.

Wallflower wasn't aware until feeling the minuscule weight fall across her palm, sliding over the edge and crashing through the air, stiffening and leaning to watch. The pebble of orange smacked into her breast, which swallowed and jiggled away the momentum. Due to its slope, however, caused the tiny to slide, on her stomach, down its shape.

Wallflower reached a hand to grasp the tiny girl from her boob, the swat coming in too late as Sunset shot over the edge, coming, in a grip, to grab her tit. Suddenly it was clenched and hung from, the stimulus rocking her head back, a flick to her frame, causing her rack to wobble away.

Sunset lost her hold on the nipple and fell, seconds passing until the next crash—right into the stomach below. The titanic frame, to her, had leaned back to catch her fall. But sliding down the runway of emerald skin as, far below, the colossal thighs sprawled into the distance—the rim of the seat obscuring the world beyond it.

By the time Wallflower sent her hands to catch the poor girl borne for a course down her frame—it was already too late. The tiny blew across the crotch, little tickles causing giant quivers, the instinctual closing of legs.

Sunset had been forced through the towering strands of hair, damp and thickened by piss, the baking scent of urine absorbed into her skin. The smell born of the giant and herself from a session merely moments prior. The foliage slowed her speed as two rolled mounds rose on the sides, the slit between him... being her direction.

Wallflower madly blushed and fought the swirling in her tummy, hands in the air, fingers curling, unsure of their next act. Catching her girlfriend tucked within the folds of her pussy hadn't been the end intent of all this. Much less feeling the sliding slow lower and deeper into her cunt.

Where a last bout of revilement had lingered.

Wallflower could feel the tiny had stopped, now hugged by the folds and kept within the depths of her privates, wiggling, waiting to be retrieved. Those tickles on sensitives places evoked something building behind it all. In the seconds that came, she could feel the tiny face gazing within her pussy, the quivering hole of smallness.

Until a torrent of gold broke into the open, the last amount of pee set free, blasting into Sunset, pushing her out from the cunny. Carried within the yellow waves and splashed into the smoothness of whiteness of the sloped wall—sliding down that, too, in a series of squeaking.

Then a final splash broke.

Wallflower swallowed deeply as the final bout of her release finished, aware of how she'd pissed over the miniature form of her girlfriend. In daring to look downward, her thighs came apart and, in the space between, revealed the dot of gold among the sea of yellow.

Sunset Shimmer was treading the waters of her urine from the shallow side of the bowl, looking up at her the same, the gigantic bottom of supple cheeks an eclipse, the spanning of plush thighs blocking most sight. She could barely be seen over the massive expansion of the breasts hanging out.

Sunset hadn't minded the kink or the shrink, the fall across softness rather pleasant, a treatment of a tiny creature needing the big girl's protection... something touching her deeply. Being cuddled into a cheek rendered a playground a hidden delight. Being handled from Wallflower wasn't all that bad.

Even in treading the pool of yellow, the view the sky above, contained by the toilet seat, was obstructed by the cheeks of green tucked tightly together. Or the thighs constructed like bridges going across. Or the delightful crotch above constantly threatening another good time.

After being scooped out and apologize to a hundred ways at a thousand speed from quivering lips endlessly kissing her—Sunset found immersion in the fetish. There was something about swimming around a sea of urine drawn from the giant pussy above, knowing it all was made and came from her, stature rising high, locking her in such a place.

Was it humiliation? Maybe a slice of it. Knowing that Wallflower could bear a smug expression as the little one swam laps in the toilet beneath her, sometimes a sporadic waterfall cascading from above, the water-level rising, drastically, each time.

The warmth of the waters and the stinging smell uniquely Wallflower doing tricks on its own.

Those hands had scooped her from the depths of the bowl and into the sink, cold tunnel flowing downward, the palm possessing her, diving under and into a harsh clean. Green fingertips rubbed across her body to help wash the skin. Soft pressures were enjoyable in their own way.

"I am so, so so so, so so sorry."

That apology again.

The palm hovered out from the tap as the other closed the vale, the first laying flat on the counter, which Sunset stepped down onto. It spanned a squeaky white expanse that curbed upward at the edges. Beyond them loomed the delightfully-tight middle of a stomach, which spanned ever upward, a craning of neck required to spot the beautiful face of the messy-hair girl.

Sunset let her head fall to the left, and her eyes to her feet on white, debating about the experience. Her perversion stole a glance at that wonderful groin, the folds retreated, the depths of that cunny known about. Tucked in there before that hole—blasted from another woman peeing.

Such an act of power that aroused her.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Somehow her voice carried up to the giant, who shifted in place, dull thuds breaking out, a swaying of the hips to the left. Wallflower's tremendous lips quivered in thought and, knowing not the play around the question, shook her head in dips barely seen.

"How would you feel about... maybe trying it again?"

Both of their hearts thundered at the idea.

Few days had passed, enough for the new dynamic to be felt, tensions in their hearts faded—at least to branch the latest act. Sunset stood in the middle of the green bowl as it quivered around, her feet dancing around its smooth surface—all while the thunderous thuds and cracks roared from the great beyond.

Above the rim of the bowl peeked the face of Wallflower, hair still a mess and eyes fighting to see inside the container. Every time they locked eyes she'd look away. It must have been hard knowing what came next. Something she got off to brought her shame.

But Sunset wasn't going to allow it to keep that way.

Rather she was grateful for when the bowl sometimes lowered, granted a peek at those green mounds that jostled after every step, a great crashing as the giant consumed the background view of the word. Soon enough, they were in the living room.

Sunset's stomach suddenly swirled as the bowl was lowered to the floor, the titan bent forward upon placing it on the ground, her breasts appearing beyond the rim of the container, the view of her stomach following through—crotch too.

Sunset was jostled around the bowl in a series of steps in feeling the momentum leave it, the item finally laid on the carpeted flow, unable to see any of it due to the sloped walls of green. She peered upward to the looming black castle being her couch in the distance.

A sight, obstructed, from the giant coming in front of it, squatting to the lowering of her frame, presenting the cliff of her crotch over the rim. It consumed Sunset's view as the fear of seeing such size so suddenly scampered her backward, falling on her ass and crawling a few feet—unable to go past the curved wall of smoothness.

And in looking up, far across the body and forced to lay her head into the ground to see fully up, she saw Wallflower's worried expression. Cheeks pink and swallows constant. Wanting this yet fearing it. Shame for getting off to all this.

"Are you really sure you went to go through with this?" Wallflower's voice echoed from above and, from there, her hand descended from the sky. Its mass settled on her mounds, stroking them both, each one sliding closer inward. "Because I'm... I'm happy you're willing to go through this for me. B-But soaking you in a bowl as I let go? Something about it..."

"Sounds strangely awesome?"

Wallflower's massive head considerably shook. "No! You're going to get hit with my pee! It'll drown you and the water will keep rising and... and..."

"And all of that sounds really good to you right now? Getting to pee in a bowl with your miniature girlfriend in it? Dousing me in your urine, drowning me in a bowl full of you, it cleaning my skin and absorbed into my hair?"

Wallflower whimpered from above.

"Hovering your pussy like that, with me stuck in this bowl, unable to get out." Sunset allowed herself to stand up and walk to the center of it all, eyes set on the cosmic crotch always looming above. "Knowing the only way out is for this to overflow. To swim over the edge because you peed so much over me. You have to go, don't you?"

Those thighs blocking the sides swung, then, side by side, softness crashing to sounds erupting, an effect slowed but never ceasing. Sunset smirked as, despite her size, some power was about her. "Don't you want to take that other hand of yours and rub it over your underbelly? Feeling the concretion of everything built up. Don't you want to let it go? For the pressure to be gone? Letting it be free as you sigh in relief?"

Another hand rose from the ground and did as told, stroking circles in the span below the belly button, sometimes pressing enough to sink into the skin. Mummers cascaded from above as the hips flicked softly forward and back.

Sunset herself prepared for the coming tides, sensing the swirling and crashing of waved beneath the distant skin, sloshing together in the cavity, waiting for its release. Knowing she was going to be there for the start of it. That this other girl towered before her, crouched over a bowl, ready to piss a full bladder and gush her out from the pot.

Or maybe she'd be left to swim.

"This will just be a shower for me, y' know." Sunset raised her hands into the air in entering a tub, those seconds of nakedness before the water struck. "Your gorgeous pussy raining droplets on my body. Filling all of this up for a nice bath. Wouldn't you like to join me after?"

Another whimper.

"That would be nice, wouldn't it, shrinking down to a bowl full of your expulsions." Sunset's hands slide down the sides of her bust, the warm skin rendered squishy from the fainted pleasure, feeling her palms go down her sides. "Both of us swimming in it after the fact. It's smell always around us. Always a turn on. You could repay the favour by swimming under and going down—you've always got me in a mood by being you."

Another whimper.

Followed by the storm.

III | Golden Pools

~ III ~

Golden Pools

Sunset had trouble processing the sight. Titanic thighs on either side, looming closer, a jiggle to their sway. Curved into a crouch was how the legs squatted over the bowl. Far beyond its rim emerged the supple hills of creamy greens.

And far above was the pussy ready to pee.

The vertical landscape of Wallflower sprawled ever upward, spanning ever to the side in her slenderness, the only fatness coming in the heavenly orbs consuming the sky above. It blocked all but over the chin of the monolithic girl looking down at her.

Before she let it all go.

The folds of the lips parted from the current, a swirling beam of gold dousing across the air, descending in an arch, the front of the tendril growing as it drew. Sunset stumbled a foot back on the polished surface. It would make no difference.

Escape was impossible.

The beam crashed with the momentum of liquid concrete. It tore into the ground and raged upward, tidal waves curving over the tiny girl, consuming Sunset in their shadow. Then, crashing downward, smashed into her chest.

The pressure was hard as it was warm in dousing her skin, sweeping the tiny into its force, pushing her ever backward. Her back collided with the curve raising of the bowl's wall, resting against it as the waters rose, swirling in the base and filling from there.

Sunset scarcely had the seconds to lay back and gaze up at the titan. Wallflower's eyes were closed in the sky, relief swept across her expression, utter content, achieved. Little sways of her hips flicked the whips of the stream. Warm and happy mummers pelting like the liquid clattering into the cup.

It wasn't before long the level rose enough to blanket Sunset, who was forced to tread the surface as her feet ceased to kick the bottom. The stream kept concerted to the center of the pool. Eyes opened above and gazed down at her, seeing the one, small, swimming in her pouring urine.

Sunset knew her smirk couldn't be seen, but her next action would, and that was all that counts. Swimming across the bowl to the green rim now around her, she fought the ripples and the force contained within them. All so she could pass into the center of the beam.

"S-Sunset!"

That was enough to follow through. Closing her eyes and her mouth, Sunset pushed into the concentration of the stream, the pressure, at once, sending her under. Her body sunk into the depths that had started to cool. Touched, occasionally, by the waves ahead.

Light poured brilliantly from underwater. Sunset floated in place, cheeks puffed and eyes opened, glancing around. Everything was filtered through a gold tinge, the green of a bowl seen through a filter. The ending of a waterfall clattered across the waters. Enough to beckon Sunset to emerge.

The breaking of the surface was followed by a cough and inhale, the stinging scent lodged in her nose well, the baking warmth of pee lathered over her frame. Treading water to the rising hills of waves around her. Pelting coming from the distant carpet.

Wallflower loomed in the distance as she strode back a step, the structure of her legs, the vast lands of muscle, shifting, to allow that function. She pulled herself far enough back to then lie forward, propped feet from the ground due to the squishiness of her breasts, the mass of her face, then, set before the bowl.

"I-I... can't believe we did that." Wallflower's eyes were vast enough, in their whiteness, to swim across like a pool. "You're swimming in my urine! Like, a bowl of the stuff. Waves are going across it—isn't it gross?"

Sunset swam to the end of the bowl, allowing her body to rest against its slope, her arms crossing over its ledge. The giant face dominated her vision. The bridge of that nose so dangerously close. "Maybe a little bit at first. But you drink enough water. Once you get used to the... smell. The warmth doesn't feel that bad."

Her head dipped for the next bit. "And I'm not sure what to make of this myself... but getting drowned in your piss... there's something, I dunno, strangely alluring about it. Knowing you're towering over me, peeing on me, drowning me in this personal essence of yours. It's such a crazy turn on to be still swimming in it after the fact—after it's been depleted from you. Could almost watch TV from inside this."

Wallflower blinked. "Would you want something like that?"

"Maaaaaybe that was taking it a step too far." Sunset lifted her head with a smile, laying a cheek in the rim. "But I know it's something I genuinely like. Seeing you squirm before you go is a little a treasure of mine. Just a shame you don't have a cock."

"W-What!?"

"Girl's been brainstorming all the perverted things we can do together! One of them was thinking about my time back at home—mares and stallions and all that." Sunset dreamily sighed in entering the realm of her perversion. "Couldn't you see it? Me plastered to the flare of your dick, pinned against the surface of stretched out underwear—only for you to pee? Dirty way to get soaked."

"S-Sunset! That's..."

"Magic trick for another day?"

"Mrrrrn."

Sunset chuckled as the gigantic eyes above blew to the left, a crop of scarlet rising beneath the cheeks, causing her to giggle. Finding out how to make her giant lover happy filled her hollow life with a new purpose. A cause to live for and be supplied by.

And even satisfy her own kinks.

"But now that I've done something for you... reckon you can do something for me?" Sunset lifted herself onto the rim of the bowl, letting her breasts rest over the edge, sinking into their shape. "Getting dunked on by your piss was kinda hot. But it wasn't enough to finish the job. Think you're cool with my half of the deal?"

A swallow of a beat. "I-Inside my underwear, right?"

"Those nice and tight emerald ones I got you." Sunset could feel the building of pressure between her legs, a terrible pleasure starting, the fascination of years meeting reality. "They cup your bottom nicely. Nice and snug on the slope between your legs. The texture of those was nice."

Wallflower's eyes then settled on her. "A-And then... when I'm on the couch.... w-w-watching television..." She swallowed and then did so again—exhaling a sigh. "You want me to stroke my panties until I finish."

Sunset smirked. "Telling me you're not horned up from drowning your girlfriend in piss?"

Wallflower didn't have an answer. Only to get up, go to their room, leaving the tiny in the bowl. Sunset pushed from the wall and entered a backstroke, breaking across the pool, slowly, a gaze pleasantly lost on the ceiling.

Wallflower didn't mind the snap of elastic around her hips, the clinging-hug of clothing that gave... something she didn't get from others for a while. It still played on her mind of the other, tiny and in a bowl, treading in her creations.

She walked to the mirror of the closet-door while mindful of her steps. Each of them crashing and thunderous and shaking the world, that was, belonging to the small one. Wallflower turned before the glass, admiring her legs and the panties above them, how tight to her bottom they were, the thickness of texture accenting everything.

And what would soon be done in them.

Shame came in sticking her ass out. Knowledge had been there was suppleness to her butt... but knowing it would be attractive to another.... it was clashing tides inside her mind. Sex appeal had never been a term before. But using it over Sunset, knowing that, a little shake would make Sunset hungry for a grab... it made Wallflower feel strong, powerful, and worthy of something.

That she was something.

Guess Sunset and I are alike. I-I just hope... she likes it down there. Remember—bossy. She likes big bossy ladies. I am a bossy lady. I am bossy. I am a lady. I am a foxy lady. Wait... hehehe. Fox ears would make me look sooooo cute!

Wallflower straightened herself, hands on her hips, a confident nod to the screen. This would be easy. Two fingers and two hands, one pinched on the front of her underwear, the other on the tiny. With a flick, she would toss Sunset in like a piece of candy. Letting it close, she would walk with the most minuscule bulge.

Then she would sit down, feet on the table, watching a show, a hand reaching below. Touching and tracing the crotch of the panties until craving more. The one inside, brought along for the ride, from inside the panties.

Which she would finish into.

Wallflower whimpered in fear.

She left the room and entered the hall, passing across it, mindful of her strides. Every discharge from her foot rocking the ground—something before not felt. It was in thinking so much about the tiny she kept this way. Seeing, as she entered the living room, the ripples sent across the waters of the bowl.

And of course Sunset was there.

Even was Wallflower squatted before the cup, watching its happenings from above, Sunset was swimming through the current, slowly, enjoying her strokes. All of this from inside a container of pee. Her pee. Something was incredibly sexy about that.

"U-Um, Sunset?" Wallflower said down into the bowl, slowing the stroke of the other girl. Sunset slowed until treading water, spinning, coming to face the giant. "I have that, um, u-underwear on. The ones you like a lot."

Heat intensified on her cheeks. She could feel it. The miniature gaze sweeping between her legs at the slope of dense fabric there. More padding of fibres to pronounce that arch. Her thighs swept close in fear but, in knowing the tiny's desires, spread again.

"Tell me about it." Small smile on her small face. "But I'm not supposed to be asking to go inside of them. You're the big bossy lady who, upon finding a tiny living in her apartment, casualty throws her into your underwear. And while you're lazy on the couch—"

"I-I lazily touch myself." Wallflower winced as the words sliced on their way out. Part of her was turned on, for sure, at the idea of being so big, so lazy, so controlling of the little one inside her underwear. But becoming that type, even in role-play, was a fighting act to maintain. "And you're sure this is going to make you happy?"

"Enough to swim in your pee for it." Cheeky response. "That, and seeing you become cheeky is really sexy. Dunno what it is about shy girls coming into their own." Sunset lifted her hands to the air, sinking into the depths, kicks keeping her afloat. "Plus it's a chance for you to flaunt your stuff! You can try and stutter and discover yourself while there's nothing I can do about it."

Wallflower's thighs shut together for a different reason. Okay, she could do this. It wouldn't be so hard to... let go of her woe. Release the anxiety and doubts. At this moment, one possessing a tiny girlfriend swimming in her pee... what was it she desired.

After living a life full of doubts about herself and others, locking away her desires in believing she wasn't worthy of any... now that she changed, and she was a girl like the rest, hot and sexy and with another... what was it that lovers do?

Wallflower let herself go.

"I wasn't e-expecting for you to keep around, little one." Wallflower blossomed with a smirk as her hand laid over the bowl, blocking light, the sky of the tiny, now, a darker green. "I thought peeing in that bowl would be enough for you to go away. To learn your lesson. But you're still swimming in it. What, do you like me that much? Would you like me to pee on you some more?"

Wallflower was shivering, but fought through them, for Sunset. "Such a dirty little bug that likes to get peed on by big sexy ladies. Maybe I wouldn't mind. Stuck in the front of my panties as I let a little squirt go. Absolutely soaking you as the fibres around you thicken and darken and the smell down there goes crazy."

Sunset had frozen. Eyes absolutely locked to that gigantic crotch. Were the words inspiring her fascination? Wallflower had never felt such power before, retrieving that hand to a pair of fingers, stroking over the outlined mounds against the fabric. "You'd like to be inside here, wouldn't you, utterly trapped? Pushed around by fingers all over my big pussy. Waiting, hoping, that I wet myself silly."

Before giving the tiny any more time to ponder such a life, a pair of fingers snatched over the little one, gripping, with plush fingertips, those shoulders. Sunset was lifted out to a few pelts of yellow dripping from her frame. Seconds later, it was held before the monolithic mass.

"But I don't have time to deal with you today," Wallflower continued with the script, a scrunched together face matched with frizzy hair. Lazy girl with her chest out. "I was going to spend the day lazing about in my underwear. Too lazy to put even a bra on. Though... the idea of you pinned to my nipple is rather fun. Cup too small to ensure it."

Wallflower stood up to her towering height—which really, wasn't tall—and lowered the fingers holding Sunset. She poised them on the curve of her crotch, a level field of emerald, letting it loom and doom in its overpower femininity.

Until pressing the tiny against it.

Immediate satisfaction plunged across Wallflower's face as her head leaned back in bliss. Lazy spreading of her lips followed by widening eyes. Fluttering for seconds to drink the arousal spilling upward. Stroking a miniature Sunset across the expanse of her underwear, feeding her inches into the divot of her slit, up and down to the wetness it caused, knowing that tiny face was full of fibres and pussy and her... it was enough to earn a quake of those hips, a flick, further beating her cunt into the little one.

Maybe... Wallflower had been repressed more than she cared to admit, given one to do as she pleased with.

"Perhaps keeping you in my underwear wouldn't be so bad." Wallflower echoed a moan on dragging the tiny upward, gazing down at her from over the mass of her breasts. Sunset was hard to see, the thighs on either side of her consumed most of the space there. "Could make sure you're not getting into any more trouble in my flat. Forcing a little one into my underwear as I went about my day. Not such a bad idea at all. Would you like that? Stuck inside my panties as I went around, mostly naked, with you down there?"

Orange arms, utterly little, reached outward.

"Ha! So you do want to go inside of me! Guess what? You'll have to work for it!" Wallflower pressed the fingers to her palm, allowing the tiny to roll across it, bringing it around to her back. She gazed over her shoulder and downward, seeing Sunset sit up, forced to gaze at the cheek peeking out from the undergarments. "I've seen how you've been checking out my butt this whole time. Gazing at it even while you're drowning in my golden stream. Never expected to get this close to it—have you?"

Those words were followed by the palm flying into the cheek, an audible smack pronounced in its contact. The tautness of the tush gushed into the space of the palm, filling it, spilling between the fingers. Keeping the hold for a second, there was a tickle, pinpointed at the thickest swell of the curve.

Wallflower moaned as she kneaded her ass. Thick and dense and plump as it was, a sensitivity to tight clothing and another's fingers... it was in drowning in another's butt, one Sunset so much loved and couldn't get enough of... that wish, itself, would finally be answered.

After a few more squeezes, however, Wallflower pulled the hand away. The cheek gave a substantial bounce as ripples struck across the surface. Then it settled in place. In looking at the palm, however, it was sans a tiny girl.

Wallflower's eyes widened... until feeling tickles continue. In gazing over her shoulder more, she stuck out her ass, seeing, stuck to its surface the orange dot. Giggling, she swayed her bottom around, summoning massive bounces to their globes. Sunset was hugging to hold on—but that was a form forced upon her.

"You really do love me, don't you, every part of me? Stuck like that as I walked around... but I won't do that." Wallflower lowered a set of fingers, knowing this part was done, peeling the tiny. It was pleasant to know another had been this stuck to something like her butt. "I'm going to let you stay in my underwear now."

Wallflower swung the limp girl before her stomach, taking a second to look at her intensely, seeing only tired satisfaction as her expression. Sunset's hair was frizzled and her face in drunken love. Every second of this had intoxicated her with wanting more.

Pride swelling in Wallflower's chest.

Sunset had been gazing down as that was all her drained body let her do. Wallflower sent her fingers to the waistband of her underwear, pulling it out to the created slope below, teasing to the forest nestled within. "This is where you want to be, right? Able to relax in my privates? Heh... did you think you'd get off that easy?"

Wallflower was loving herself as she brought that hand back around, the other doing the same, holding Sunset over her back. Far below, her fingers dug into the elastic band, tugging it out, exposing the tops of the green hills below. The delicious crevice between them, soft and heated, coated in something else.

"You'll have to work between these two to get there." Wallflower laughed in seeing those little arms and legs swing through the air, a change of the deal being made, something which, she knew, Sunset deeply craved. To be teased and challenged by a cheeky girl who, beneath it all, would be extremely careful and loving. "I'm going to make breakfast while you do. If you make it to my crotch before I sit down, you can help me stroke there. But if you're between my cheeks before I sit down, well... I hope you enjoy tight hugs."

And with that, the fingers let go, wiggling, in a wave.

IV | Journey Between the Supple Cheeks

~ IV~

Journey Between the Supple Cheeks

Sunset didn't know her feelings. Fingers like pillars were plush on her side, firmness assured, similar ones appearing in the vista below. They slipped into the vast and curved fibres, tugging the waistband back—exposing the topside of the hills below. Green peeked through the darkness.

And the fingers around her let go.

Air crashed upward as Sunset fell downward. Warm currents born by the proximity of the gigantic body. Its lower-back sprawled out the sides and ascended to the heavens. The hips below pushed out, the butt jutted out, cheeks falling away, allowing a crevice of space.

Light transitioned into darkness as the thick brim of the underwear raised in the distance; a dome created by a lady's underwear. Sunset was contained within the space as warmth soothed into heat. Her minuscule body pelted the drop of the green surface, smooth and toasty, sinking into the squish as it swallowed the momentum—coming to wobble it away.

Had she landed safely? Sunset's back rose and dropped on the coming waves, gravity pulling on her feet. The surface of the other cheek loomed in the distance, the light pouring in... barely illuminating it.

Giggles boomed from the heavens. Sunset's hands smacked on the globes to slow the slide, it doing nothing, of course. Her head leaned back to gaze out from the interior of the underwear. Far beyond the pulled out band to the heaved. Wallflower's face peeked over the shoulder, already smirking, mirth about her.

"Looks like my butt is going to have some fun with you, isn't it, Sunny?" Sunny? That'd been the first time Wallflower dared a nickname. The faux confidence was a killer turn-on. "Think you'll be safe in that cage? I know my underwear is soft, and my ass is softer... but there's so much of them both... and so little of you."

The shaking of those hips added demonstration of those words. Sways wobbling those cheeks in heavy swings breaking into each other, smoothly, a duet of ripples downward. The sharp dive of the cheek yanked Sunset downward, falling, feet shooting into the pressed-together softness of the divot.

Sunset had sunk between the cheeks into the pocket, which narrowed as the wall rose and drew closer, the speed and force of the fall shooting her into the grip of the tush. The encompassing ass continued its sway, one cheek pushing her into the other, momentary smothering before direction switched.

Space opened in those seconds, her body descending the crevice, top to middle, the thickness of green further beyond. Sunset could barely see down the line of pressing globes. How the masses filled and stretched out the approaching underwear.

"Oh dear... I don't even see you anymore! My butt really did swallow you whole!" Nothing came beyond those words besides the snap of elastic. Dim deepened into darkness as the curved veil of the panties loomed above and beyond. Pressure doubled on Sunset's sides as the underwear cupped the flanks tightly together. "Maybe you'll have better luck reaching my pussy than I thought. But be quick, now."

Sunset laid back the best she could within the squishy confines, breathing an aroma of lavender from the scented underwear. Vertical was she in that pocket of softness in which space was minuscule. Tilting her head back, the crack was tight above, unable to be seen through. Same story below. In the valley ahead, though, she could vaguely see a darker green.

Hugged all around from the tight ass of the girl I love. Sunset rested into the wall, the back of her head, impressed, on its surface. Her hand stroked the side of a cheek. Warm. Like cookies out from the oven. And to turn it into a naughty game. Didn't know you had this much of an actor inside of you, Wallflower.

The world changed. Something smacked into the chamber—that monolithic hand, perhaps—and the sloped globes entered a mad wobble and slowed into a consistent jiggle. Sunset shifted left and right and sunk into the cleft deeper. Voice thundered. "I'm n-not feeling anything down there! Or perhaps you want to be with my ass after all? Pinned beneath my cheek as I sit down? Unable to beat the booty of a shy girl?"

That summoned cause. Cracks of footsteps boomed from below. Great strides of a powerful poise shaking the current prison. Cheeks shifted into and against the fabric, the great wall barely containing that ass. Each stride pushed Sunset in a particular direction, and the pressure grew the further she went down.

How would she get out from this as the giant, outside of this place, walked around the kitchen only in her panties? Cracking deeper into the crack was asking for the cheeks to clench and lock into place. Crawling out, however, and braving their surface would net better luck.

Sunset leaned forward the best she could, knocked sideways, slowly but greatly from the giant gait. Her hands reached into the doughy divot, fighting to part the warm clumps, holding them out and wiggling in, advancing from out of the depths.

It would be a long crawl out.

Wallflower was victim to delicious feelings beneath her skin. Never had walking been such a good feeling. Twisting her hips to shifting of her ass, each cheek grinding into the other, a pebble of a woman ground in-between. Knowing Sunset was safe and hugged and stuck inside such a secret place... jitters coursed for different reasons.

Actions became different in this new context. Walking around the flat in underwear wasn't anything new; the freedom was a treat. But knowing another was there—down there—forced with every movement and motion.

Wallflower swallowed nothing and was still filled.

She could feel it. Little arms pushing apart her thickness, tickles holding apart the mighty walls, crawling, barely, in the space provided. Even as the giant walked and did as normal, another was braving a world, composed, in a mere part, a section of her body. Forced to endure changes minuscule to all but her.

Wallflower pulled the fridge door back, coming to peek in, seeing the carton of milk kept at the back. Fate couldn't have been more on point. Just as the tiny slipped out from the curved crack of her rump, spat onto the taut slope of underwear—she bent forward, sticking out her bottom, reaching a hand, deeply, to grab the carton.

Wallflower's heart fluttered in feeling her cheek push against the panties, filling and spreading out the material and, at the center of one, an impression sunk. Sunset had escaped only to be caught and pinned by those soft hills. With a giggle, Wallflower stood, drinking the milk, straight, throwing the door shut.

In the relaxed freedom of down there, tiny hands smashed against the cheek, not out of warning but in attempting escape. Struggling and pushing and wiggling. Freedom came in peeling herself free.

Disappointment didn't last long.

Wallflower moaned at feeling the tiny slide down the arch of her underwear, tickling the thickest swell of her flanks, which must have loomed over her, coming to be stuck underneath the heavy bottom of the cheek. Perfect. Turning in place, the giant walked out of the kitchen—intent for the couch.

The densest portion of that cheek rushed over Sunset, who crawled underneath them and across the plane, trying to reach the space between those moving thighs. Some about picturing her body to gigantic scales tickled something special to those places.

Knowing her little Sunset was between her legs. The slope was more pronounced there, denser in stitching too, a legitimate trench. There was a slight disappointment in not getting to sit rump atop Sunset for the length of a movie. Wiggles and shifting would have become something more.

Rather her promise became fulfilled as they reached the couch and, hovering her rear over the cushion... didn't feel any tension from the area. Her ass crashed into the plushness, sinking into it, exploring the tight material around her hips became even tauter.

Exposing the location of her.

"Naughty girl." Wallflower said to a trio of giggles covered by a raised hand. Talking like this was still so hard, a character hard to maintain. Knowing Sunset couldn't see her did wonders for bravado. "So you reached down there after all? I'm glad you did. Could use a friend throughout this show."

Was she pretending to be like Sunset? Her actions and psyche certainly matched it. Loosely picking up the remote, two presses on the buttons, one for power and second for a channel, Saturday morning cartoons. Childhood extends in a few ways into adulthood.

But as she tossed away the remote and propped her legs up, diving that hand in-between her legs, stroking the crotch of her panties... even doing the same things could change. Glancing down, a bugle, a minuscule one, sprouted from the base of her panties.

Two fingers poised over the outline of the tiny, sinking into it softly, weary of its force. Sliding up into the valley between those mounds where sensitivity came blissfully sexual. Sunset didn't dive too deeply into her slit, caressed up and down, a tempo building from the act.

Wallflower sunk deeper into the couch as she lazily collapsed into herself. Little wiggles of the hips to milk the warming texture building in-between her legs. Knowing she was forcing another against her pussy, each succession reaching an inch higher, searching for a little something that'd come out to play.

It didn't take long for her clit to be assaulted by the body of the tiny. She didn't feel the need to use force. Not when little arms hugged around her nub. Wrapped to its rolling form and snuggling into it. One finger was required. Pressing into the short back and drawing circle, slowly, to the quivering of her thighs.

"M-Maybe you'd like it down there... wouldn't you? Clinging to my clit for whole days? Waiting at the bottom of my panties wishing for a squirt? Dousing you in my pee without bothering to change underwear or even take you out."

Wallflower's head slumped left as her fingers retreated to the waistband only to dive underneath it. Passing over the sunny lump, the tips brushed it along with their path, downward, to finish this.

"I don't even know who I'm doing this sexy talk for." Wallflower's index and ring finger sunk into her slit to part her folds, exposing her below, her hole undulating in wanting more. "But you're going inside me now, Sunset. You'll always be with me in what I do. Able to hear everything I say. My pussy could be your new home if you're not careful."

No more words were required after that as those fingers, at the ready, flew inward into the tightness of Wallflower's depths.

Sunset clenched her abdomen as her stomach churned from the velocity of the momentum. Rich scent of urine petered in the underwear as green vines locked in the smells to maddening degrees. The titanic pussy loomed in its curvature like the face of a mountain.

And she was plunged deep inside its innermost cave.

Speeding forward into the depths as the walls narrowed and flesh undulated in detecting a toy. The heat was palpable on the tongue—tasting like musk. In and out through the tunnel, cracking moans, echoed and muffled, stemming from all around. The titanic frame shifted all around her as there was too much mass to be conscious of.

She wasn't sure of when it had happened, but, in the thrusting of the fingers and the flicking of the hips, a force had knocked her free. Sunset fell from the fingertip and rolled on the ground, pre-heated and convulsing beneath her.

Seconds passed before her head could raise. It did so to the underside of those fingers, above and still flying, in and out, while the tunnel closed and clenched. Sunset laid her face back on the flooring, cheek warmed by the surface. Her breasts meshed against it too, legs spreading and crotch pinning into the ground. That constant heat on her private was enough to start breaking the last of her will.

Sunset opened her mouth and took some of the warmed softness into her mouth, its texture played between her teeth, a playful nibbling resulting in a gasp, greatly beyond, consuming clouds. Her actions weren't lost on the giant. Becoming tiny wasn't the same as becoming nothing. Just a new brand of pleasure for their indulgence.

And how unusual a fate like this was. Lodged deeply within the pussy of her girlfriend, a different kind of sex that provided its own bedding. Monolithic fingers stroking above, pleasuring the cavern beyond scale. She did her part, and the fingers did more than that.

Sunset couldn't see deeper in the tunnel for a veil of darkness tucked it away but, on turning to her side, she looked toward the light. The vertical line, wide and thick, allowing minuscule lighting in. Beyond the vault of the hole, the high wall of panties, pushed back on, kept flexing forward and back.

That was enough to do it. Reminded of exactly where she was. How her giant girlfriend was sitting on their couch, masturbating with panties on while watching television... paying no real mind to the tiny one inside. Her own golden hands reached and plunged into her pussy, flicking into the parched lands, still, as the rising arousal broke cracks across its ceiling.

The walls closed in and the fingers pulled out. Away from the hole and up from the folds, which then closed, the view of the beyond, removed, from behind their thickness. Gates of immense softness tucked into closure. Nothing could be seen. Escape unlikely.

Sunset gasped as the walls closed in. Lifting and collapsing around her. Smooth warmth washed over her, the walls coating her skin in slime. Sweet tasting honey reeking of sex. Fingers had already been wedged into her cunt, locked in place by closed thighs—pressed by the surrounding walls.

Gravity leaned back and raised as the giant had probably done the same. Lifting her crotch for the climax as her fingers focused on the fast swirls over her clit. Faster and quicker as pleasure raised and raised until ceasing to be contained.

Gooey milk gushed from the pulsating walls as throaty moans echoed all around the tunnel itself. Sunset was crushed from the walls in a viscous squeeze, making her feel complete. Her own batch of creamy white gushed from between her legs, burning hotness into her thigh and as its drops spilled into the rising rivers.

Both girls, screaming each other's names, brought to new highs, the reward for things newly tried.

Wallflower arched her hips into the air in riding her orgasm, feeling dirtily great about soaking her panties, sensing the texture dampen in juices. Little flicks ensured all would be handled. That, and to shake around her little passenger. Thrown all around her pussy during a creamy explosion.

Maybe their kinks could be mutually loved after all.

After seconds had passed in riding the feeling, however, her bottom crashed into the cushion again. Extreme drowsiness wrecked her body in feeling free of the pleasure that had teased these past few days. They'd finally gone through with their pleasures. Without quite knowing why, panting away loose strands over her eyes, Wallflower patted the front of her panties.

And in a growing dirtiness about her.

Started to pee.

It was only a little bit saved from before the bowl. But in letting everything go, a stream of gold was included in that too, releasing from her bladder. It spilled and splashed and soaked the interior of that underwear, thrusts of the hips to ensure it was spread around, utterly dousing the tiny inside.

How it must have been for poor Sunset. Lodged in such a place after riding the wave of her cum. Dropping into the silk and enduring the remainder of the waterfall. Before she could even relax, another stormed out. Crashing and crashing and crashing pee and urine and yellow supreme in floods over her minuscule body.

The current slowed and shrunk as the seconds passed. Expression of relief transformed Wallflower's appearance upon falling into herself. With her piss done, and tiredness gone, she turned and, without warning, fell forward. Laying on her front on the couch, a snuggle into a pillow as her eyes drifted shut.

Weight of her crotch, covering and pinning, the tiny inside.

She drifted off to sleep.

Merrily.

Author's Note

Experimentation equals expression.

Experimentation is what allows us to learn new expressions and to earn new connections with others. Watersports is a passing interest of mine but nothing deeper. RarityEQM taught me the unique joy evoked from receiving a written story from a friend.

And I want to pay that experience forward.

This was my chance to take the old and merge into something different allowing it a new rendition. Semillion is one of the deepest friends despite the lack of contact. Dark time sees me at their DMs. Even lacking answers, they provide me with comfort and, their bright words during dim periods... have allowed me to keep producing words.

To write something for them, and inject a little something of myself into the project, allowed this to be a terrific experience. Part of me wants to do another sequel to this story—many sexy scenarios combining the kink spring to mind.

Catch y'all next time!
~ Yr. Pal, B