Awash in a Splash

~ 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.