Awash in a Splash

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..."