A Day with His Dick

Chapters

Prologue | Small Peeping of a Nightly Session
I | Stuck in Briefs
II | Persistent Itch
III | Used and Devoured
IV | Date with Him
Epilogue | Different Kind of Sharing the Bath

Prologue | Small Peeping of a Nightly Session

A Day with His Dick
B_25 for Duke Lucifuge

Twilight Sparkle came before the bed shaking her head, knowing this wasn't right, that there was some other way, but yet, she lacked the courage for it. Even a coward could be respected for giving up instead of taking a cowardice route. But she was also selfish.

The worst kind of coward.

The room bathed in darkness and it was only thanks to magic that her eyes could see in the night. On the bed laid the dragon. Sprawled back and above the covers. A towering physique of building athleticism. Even at this size—she'd only come to his chest.

Twilight rested her shapely bottom on the side of the bed as she kept on the frame. His sleeping face was cute. Scrunched a little in pain as if facing a nightmare though a feeling of determination boiled underneath it all. The side of her hand swept across his cheek, causing him to snuggle into the sensation, some of the tension leaving his face.

It wasn't right to do this anymore. Sitting at Spike's bedside and watching him sleep. Leaning in to kiss his cheek held a different connotation than from previous years. Before it had been the selfless expression of love. Now, however, that love found a return in its actions.

A drinking and devouring of ceasing to be selfless.

Twilight's fingers traced the sharpness of his jaw, feeling it twitch around, light destinations, not enough to wake him, but rather, to play with the dragon in his sleep. Bearded scales peeked out from his jaw, green and soft, texture like the gloss of a leaf. It led her to his chin then the slope of his throat.

To the chest exposed below.

There was pleasure in sailing those fingers between the islands of muscles that were his pecs. Defined enough to exist yet not aggressively prevalent. He was becoming more of a dragon, more of something different from her and, as that trend continued to change, the further he would become away from her.

Twilight closed her eyes, squeezing, suppressing the chance of anything rising.

Rather her fingers traced down to the trench between his abs. Cut and easily flexed. The poor boy seemed unaware of them. As he did of the stares of the passing mares. But she knew he had a few. There'd been offers and he'd taken them all.

She'd grown up to eventually take the throne.

While he grew up to steal places in mares' beds.

Twilight might have called it there. Stop the show and cease the act to let the horrible feelings consume her for the night. She wasn't in the mood. The lust from enjoying him wasn't teased today. The desire to drop her chest onto his, softness onto hardness, flattening and meshing around, that feeling, those sensations... usually got her through the moods.

But the more she thought about his body.

The more she thought about who it belonged to.

As she was about to get up and leave, though, there had been a twitch. Her head whipped from above his belly to the standing mast of ebony afar. The dragon slept naked. Mostly. Except for one critical article.

His underwear.

Richly black and stitched in silk. Tight around Spike's hips but with incredible laxness at the front. Something pressed into the abundance of thickness there. Spreading and thinning it until the fabric was stretched. Twilight's mouth watered at the sight. Certainly another change to her charge.

Spike's cock towered inside of the underwear, fighting to throb in response to a wet dream, but being unable to shift in the tightness of the fabric. He groaned and moaned. Rolling and bucking his hips. Looking to fuck. Needing to later on.

Twilight blushed at the nature of his thing and felt immediately intimidated by it. She couldn't help but look between her bare legs to the smallness of her entrance. Girls were supposed to take that thing inside of them? Though it wasn't as bad as the average guy was packing—it scared her anyway.

Unlike most girls.

Spike's cock pushed into the ceiling of his underwear, grinding into it, a plump hill cast over its head alone. The rest of the fabric clung to his girth. Ridges of his underside teased as tiny mounds. It felt powerful while remaining sleek.

Though it scared Twilight.

It also urged her on.

It was easier to deal with if the dragon was asleep. She was thankful for his hardness every night for it granted practice. Her hand trembled in reaching for him. Fingers brushing the shape—before pulling away. Another moan, distant and pained, as Twilight wagged her hand.

He'd been hot. Like a cup of coffee just after it's settled. It was hard to hold at first, needing to endure the surface that burned though, after a few seconds, her hand adjusted to the heat. Soon it became a pleasant scorch that reminded Twilight of exactly the thing she was holding.

She laughed. Being no better than him. Her hand brushed up and down his shaft in the lightest grip possible. She looked over to see Spike's head tossing on the pillow with fangs bared. Her teasing was getting dangerous.

Here was the dragon that slept around without greater care for the girl of the day.

And here was the princess who touched him while he slept.

Twilight moaned at the sensations. Of fabric heating from the meat it hugged. Its shape, its smoothness, a difficulty in getting her fingers to meet around the thing. Its hardness bore power in its every throb. How it beat into her palm in its flicks. The struggle of the underwear to contain his mass.

And the dragon was coming alive. Shifting his hips to roll his dick in her hold. She squeezed at his head as it squished into hardness. To follow its downward curve, holding less in every inch until reaching the beast of its base. She reached down for his balls. Their swells pronounced through the silk. Smooth. With a heft in lifting one.

"Nnngmmm... hmmm... h-huh..."

Twilight froze. Heart stopping. Eyes blinking in the realization of her mistake. The spell. One to keep him asleep. Being so worried about feelings in forgetting to cast the magic that would save her. Already he was shuffling and shifting and it would be second before his eyes opened.

What to do? Teleport? It would leave sparks! Hit the floor or hide in the room? Dragons were meant for seeing in the darkness! One spell came to mind. Quickly she cast it as it would reduce the flash and the sparks that would come afterward.

The room flashed in violet before the dragon could open his eyes.

Twilight yelped in falling several, landing on a surface that was smooth and sloped, though, on struggling to her feet, felt a rumbling through them. She looked around to see nothing but the night of the room. In looking at the land around her feet, though, had told a different story.

The was hard though smooth and composed of lime. In looking across the slope she'd found herself in, one like you would see snowboarders riding, she saw, for far away, over the literal curve and rise of muscles the dragon's monolithic head.

It was gigantic. Large and looming afar. It was a mountain unto itself though rose from the pillow like a cloud. Spike's massive expression was a sleepy one. Eyes squeezed as yawn erupted from his mouth. Fangs like silicates in a cave. His maw: a dangerous expanse.

Twilight blushed on landing on the dragon. All around was him. The floating keys of his abs as she was in the trench between them all. The power of his mass everywhere. The sides of his body were a sprint either way. And he would wake up any second now.

Where did that leave her to go and hide? Behind one of his abs? They were tall enough, sure, rising like dunes. But that wasn't it. In looking behind her, though, suddenly, the answer became a little more clear to the towering presence behind.

Twilight started up at the mast of his cock as shot to the sky and required the full tilt of her head to see. Its throbs into the fabric rocked the ground around her. Its heat rolled in light waves over his groin. Everything was generated from inside of his underwear.

Inside of his underwear.

She wasn't sure of the quickness in beating that first step, but she did, breaking into a run toward the article. It stretched wide beyond the width of her vision though its white brim was always in view. She dropped to her knees in reaching it. Pushing up enough, a heavy strain, the battle with elastic.

Twilight was able to lift some of the band to roll underneath it, the snap, afterward, crashing into her body. Everything was dark except for the white of the ceiling. That, and unbearably tight. She scooted right, little by little, the canopy of the fabric, lifting, the further she went.

"Unghaa... t-that... dream again?" His voice quaked beneath the scales and blared in the distance like a deity announcing from beyond the clouds. Shuffling fabric sounded louder at this size. Bit of groaning and stretching until everything settled. "Aw c'mon. Why are you hard? I'm... too tired to finish you in the bathroom."

Twilight rolled into the opening of the underwear in keeping on her back, panting and laughing, happy to be safe and free. That was until the smell caught in her lungs. Powerful and dominating and commanding. It stank in here. Dense musk that thickened the air. Breathing it in bringing about the taste and shape of heat.

It diluted her. Twilight could feel a wetness developing between her legs. Thighs stained in the heat of honey. Her ass pushed in by the monolithic scales below. Darkened tits now extra sensitive. To her left was the tower. Finally she saw it.

Spike's cock was a thick wall at the base. Its curve was sharp and long as it consumed a park for its construction. Its pink was glossed as it curved up. Higher and higher, enough to make her squint, seeing frills at its sides. Its head pounded into the distant ceiling, forcing it to curve its shape, which it curved around.

"Better take care of you now I guess."

T-Take care of it now!?

Twilight could sense the looming threat in rolling onto her knees, groaning as the burning in-between her thighs demanded a touch. Trapped in her dragon's underwear, dominated by his musk, all while his staggering cock bobbed from behind her.

The ceiling of the underwear was steep in its descent into the band sealing the place. Underneath it, though, something slid, round and large and heading this way. Twilight backed a few steps in seeing the elastic previously struggled with, now, easily lifted as something glided in.

The digits of the claw slipped into the place as they flew toward the girl. Twilight cried and turned around, running, trekking around the side of the dick. But the ground lowered at her feet. Descending into the end of a dam ahead.

Everything is over if he catches me here! Wait... I know! If I can get behind his dick and jump with his balls... he won't be able to see me... and his digits won't go looking after me! This is it!

Twilight rounded to behind the throbbing cock as the world quaked. The beast knew it was about to be treated as its throbs were strong in shaking the landscape. The woman stumbled at step, fighting to catch herself—only for swiping digits to do so for her.

Ack!

Two cylinders of digits slammed into the miniature girl, both crashing into the cock's underside, which vibrated and burned into her back. Twilight yelped as the wind crashed out from her. It took a few seconds for her to breathe again.

Everything was still for the moment. Twilight breathed in looking down, forced to rest her chin on the top of the digits, feeling the hardness sink into her boobs without remorse. Same with her thighs. Pinned the rod. Like the start before a ride.

W-Wait no. He wouldn't. N-Not with his—

The digits launched up and so did the girl as they rose to the height of the shaft, the air thinning and the fabric constricting, a squeeze from the digits now suffocating her body. Twilight's ass ground into the beat with its softness as it thoroughly impressed into the pink. The claw went down before going up, jerking and pumping, the sounds delicious as they were disgusting.

Here was the dragon of masculinity waking up from a naughty dream, seeing the monster trapped in the underwear barely containing it and, without much further regard, started jerking off while keeping it on. How was he propped right now? Arm behind his head. Looking at his impressiveness. Beating himself off without further regard for it?

Did he know how easily his claws wrapped around a princess, trapping her against his cock, pumping her up and down, quickly and smoothly, forcing her against his masculinity? Twilight found her arms had been trapped down her front as fingers dangled before her crotch. As the ride continued, the black, blurring, as warm winds cut around... the naughty girl touched herself.

She stuffed her fingers into the tightness between her folds, fingering to the notion of the motion possessing her, the utter thickness behind, the throbbing meat, which she was forced again. The brewing that resonated from within. How bore a volcano inside of itself.

"S-Shame I didn't bring anyone home last night," came the strained words of the dragon as he drew near, "then I wouldn't have to deal with this. M-Maybe Rainbow? She seems the type to jerk me in my sleep. Maybe blow me. H-Hehe."

Twilight couldn't help but pump as hard as the claw holding her. The idea of being caught to this beast while delicate blue fingers worked at it. To be stuck at its tip as a mouth above crashed down. Would she be attached to some cum in-between a set of fingers? Or lost to the depths of a stomach as boobs jostled above and afar?

Everything became frenetic as the claw pumped its quickest to the charging release of the beast. Within seconds the digits soared upward as their backs pushed the ceiling. Twilight was suddenly faced forward. Boobs resting on the surface of something while she brought herself to climax.

The rubbery ground violently shook. Twilight opened her eyes to see the slit of something unexpected. Then they went wide. Before she could cover her face, the eruption came, while the claw kept thrusting to milk the pleasure from the contact.

Creamy white unleashed in blasts of full-thickness. The power shot the girl forward, slamming her into the ceiling, it bouncing on catching her, a wet spot already there. The whole of her body quivered in release as she rocked the fabric. She started to peel from it and would have, too, if the next, powerful blast, did not slam her back in place.

"Nnnng! Heheheh! Oh oh... now something was different about this time." Twilight looked down to see the claw holding the cannon, the next shots not as powerful, rather coming to leak down the sides of his stature. "Though these are going to need a wash. Berry is going to hate me today. Better wash extra nice."

Twilight arched as her body was pinned by cooling jizz to the ceiling of the underwear. Sweet honey coursed through her. Leaving her body as it ravaged her. Little trickles amounting to nothing in comparison to the cum already owning the place. This world smelled of sex. Dragon sex.

It took a few seconds for her to even contemplate escape. Looking down at her body showed the white that was dried that locked her to the ceiling. Same with her arms too. Legs as well. She struggled. Fighting through the locks. All while the dragon that got off returned to slumber.

At least she was safe from him, somewhat, inside of his underwear.

After a few moments was when Twilight broke through the jizz. Her torso was next to wiggle out but, in feeling a groan from beyond the cavern, stopped for a second. Everything started to turn. The encompassing dragon now rolling onto his front.

Twilight fought against her bindings and escaped as the ceiling transitioned into the ground. She lay forward to catch her breath, crawling a bit, that was, until feeling a weight above. She looked in time for her view to become eclipsed by two balls, hanging, and now crashing into her.

Twilight struggled onto her knees to run but, as she rose afoot, an immense weight crashed into her back. Both balls slammed atop and rolled over her. Their underside blanked her back and devoured the space around her. Already they were sweat. More of that perfume she didn't mind.

Wiggling did no favors. Jiggled the balls though to no moving. Satisfied groans rang from afar. The dragon had settled comfortably as he returned to slumber. Twilight remained trapped underneath the pair, unable to escape, the sight above and ahead.

The head of his cock rested into the fabric, a slow retraction as it shrank, coming to life from the ground. Problem was that, as it returned to its flaccid state, it hung in front of the balls, its thickness blocking the view beyond it.

Twilight had wanted to get close to the dragon. Yet she couldn't confess. Wanting more than the dragon had ever wanted from anyone else. It caused her to come into this. To take as he took. Though, of course, her punishment had finally come for her cowardice.

And it was far from over.

Wait... did he say... he has a date with Berry today?

I | Stuck in Briefs

~ I ~

Stuck in Briefs

Twilight groaned to the shifting of heaviness on her back. Powerful—though pleasant. It rolled over her completely. Leaving her pinned. Crushing into her skin, its surface hot enough to burn—but never hurt. Her boobs squished on the ebony silk that was the curved grounding. Lingering musk permeated the scene like a sauna.

And then everything became clear.

Mmhmm... that's right... I shrunk myself and hid in his underwear... Though most of her body was pinned, the girl was able to wiggle an arm free, breaking it into the open, using it to rub her face. Dried white stuck to her lavender coat. What is wrong with me? Beyond the usual 'what is wrong with me' of course. Wait. Is everything moving?

The world scooted back to the massive bottom behind. The heft of the balls slid from Twilight in beating her retreat. She was dragged several feet until being free. Taking a moment to breathe, the huffing of musk, rich and lazy inside the place, the tiny flipped onto her side, resting on her elbows, looking up to the immensity of the sight.

Spike's cock hung like the pillar of meat it was. Flaccid yet flexed with the girth deserved of a deity; bumps and ridges like a runway on its underside. On its sides were frills like the ones on his head. Long and cute and seeming to tickle the insides on its entry.

"N-Ngggmhaa? Aw." There was that tired boom of a beast from afar. Groaning and moaning and adjusting to consciousness. No doubt propped on his head and gazing at the tight and black underwear set on his hips. "Damn it! Did I really beat it with my underwear still on? What the hell is wrong with me?"

Twilight blushed before yelping. Dense fabric rocked around as the curved walls started to flex. It took a second to realize the dragon was about to stand up! She looked around for an escape. To the sides of the hills of plumpness, his thighs loomed, the holes of the article tight to them.

Where do I go? Where do I go!?

The answer became evident in the balls themselves. Without a plan formed, Twilight dashed toward them, reaching their bottom, forced to gaze at the steep cliff. Twilight jumped in-between the pair, sinking into the scales as they softly flexed beneath her weight, which pulled some from each twin. Slowly she scrambled up like it was the most oversized bean bag chair ever made.

"Ack! What the hell?"

Twilight's heart caught in struggling faster. The balls kept shifting beneath her as she fought up and across them. Reaching the top of their shape in being caught in the shadow of the caught behind. Scrambling to the back, the girl wiggled into the niche, the weight and underside of the dick, now on her neck, as she rested on the back curve of the orbs.

Light flooded in the front of the underwear as some of the stink billowed out. Two titanic digits loomed afar in their descent from the world beyond. Only a fraction of their greatness could be seen. Both touching below and at the balls. They scratched. Rolled and rocked them about. Causing a yelp and a yell from Twilight.

The jostling forced her into the tightness of the niche. The base of the cock resting more on her back as the giant balls danced below. Smoothness spread her legs as their hardness rubbed and rocked into the place in-between. Leaping up from beneath her ass, swinging Twilight into the air, feeling like a ride at the bar.

Twilight yelped again, though this time, with closed eyes. Her hands pressed on top of the other and rested on the swell the testicles. She drove her hips forward and back, grinding on the curve of the ball, how the smooth sack rubbed into her cunt, the hardness thumping into her folds.

Soon the weight of the dick guided her down. Being too much to hold anymore. She laid on the upward curve of the ball. Splayed over its shape as her chest bunched and thighs were forced wider. Humping the greatness as its lazy jostles took her into a ride. Feeling of greatness coating it all.

"Fuck. This is why you don't wear dirty clothes." The massive claws pulled away from the sack and forced the girl to look over the dip between the spheres. The ends of the digits slipped away from the pulled waistband. Elastic snapped back around his waist. Dark and musky again. "C'mon you disgusting dragon. Wash up already. You promised the afternoon to Berry—augh. Why the hell did I do that again?"

Twilight's face was still scrunched into itself as she continued to rock into the ball. The feeling of her hardened nipples twitched in the sensitivity of needing to be pleased. Pinched or squeezed or something! Even her chest meshing into the massiveness of the balls brought that satisfaction of being pressed into. Crushed. Her softness compressed. But still it wasn't enough to hit that mark.

But as she continued to ground herself into the balls, the world around her changed, shifting, moving and raising. Gravity churned in her stomach at the sudden elevation. In coming close to a finish in dragging her naughty pussy over the swells of Spike's balls, the girl looked out, to how tight the wall of fabric clung to his front—seeing, through the density, the blurry extent of the castle's walls.

W-Woah!

Twilight was forced to hold onto the heavy jostle of the ball. How it shot up and rocked back into place. Swinging into the other as everything tittered around. His dick was always above. Hung and long without being hard. It bobbed on every step. Rising and dropping. Pushing easily into the fabric into a bulge she would have loved to see.

Though maybe this was better. To be stuck inside underwear where the magic happened. Casually jerked off to his towering cock and left to stew in a sauna baking in the smell. Heat always present. Her lungs only of his masculinity. It wasn't any surprise that slid back and forth, rubbing her pussy on his balls, enjoying being jostled by the pair as they shuffled around.

The orgasm was quick. Arching her back and raising her front as the underside of his cock rested on her head. Twilight splashed her honey as the burning sweetness dribbled across the thickness of her thighs. After a few seconds of panting, she fell back, collapsing back into the niche where his sack connected to the base of his cock.

Things changed. Door closing and light exploding. Window lifted to the setting of a scene. Twilight was safe in the tightness of the place. Though in coming to realize what a dragon would do in the morning, though, was slowly frightened.

The weights and shapes of greatness were felt to the sides of her prison. The immensity of the fabric pulled down. Twilight watched as the world opened. Black walls to the white band to the blossoming of the gigantic bathroom. Underwear gone, the dick twitched up a bit—arms in the distance, round and long, pushing the underwear all the way down.

Twilight's heart thundered in her chest in feeling the hunched over dragon returning to standing up. How far below. All so far. His foot kicked away the article. He stood before the mirror for a second. And the girl, unable to help herself, crawled on top of balls, a hand on the ceiling of the dick, coming to push on it, a bit, to see better of the beyond.

The dragon was immense. Towering that not even the distant glass captured all of him from here. Two powerful thighs on the sides as they shot down. Chiselled stomach easily flexing to the touch of a clench. The way his claws hun in the distance. Was this part of the boy's routine? Enjoying himself in the mirror every morning?

Twilight wondered how much they had changed. The shy girl that was underneath his cock and pinned to his balls. Forced into a swirl as the dragon rolled his hips, watching how his equipment joined the movement, as impressed to the fullness as he should be.

But she never had that. Sometimes standing naked to analyse herself. Boobs just making the grade of 'C' with an ass that barely pronounced itself. In sexual appeal there wasn't much to her. The dragon, though, was everything desired in a slender hunk.

"Same crud I guess." There came a sigh from above. Enough fog in the breath to create a cloud. Tension flooded through him. Enough for the girl in his most sensitive place to feel. Her eyes narrowed in rolling onto her back, risking to scoot to the side of his dick, looking up, seeing to the jaw of her assistant. "Should give this a break soon. Going to get sucked dry at this point. I... ah... what the hell am I even saying anymore?"

He was handsome. Twilight realized that at once. Though the side of his cock was always in the side of her view, the focus, though, was his face. Scales of lime that composed his facial details. Sharpness of his muzzle keeping in theme to the rest of him. Eyes piercing though the hue of their green a reassuring kindness behind that fact.

His frills shot back in a way a little too large for his face, even at normal size, as to allow him to retain a childish feeling. His spines had become like a mane as they were brushed back. He was looking down. Twilight feared being seen reclining on a nut. Though he seemed lost to another world to even notice.

"Well... let's get on with this."

The dragon turned to the shower, and the girl swallowed, redlining back to her safe place.

The shower had gone better than expected. Resting inside the tightness between cock and sack in sitting back. The dragon washed without realizing his best friend with him. Set in a place where she did not belong with fingers, of course, buried into herself.

Water didn't quite reach the spot even when the dragon came to wash that place. Not going far enough to get her. Steam rose and baked the girl instead. She'd become scared when large digits curled across the underside of the dick. Possessing the meaty cannon and powerfully pumping the construction to provide it with charge.

Which fired off afterward.

Pools composed into ropes of milk firing into the downpour; vibrations breaking across the shaft as each fire caused the meat to beat into the girl. The claw kept pumping as water pelted thunderously below. How much did the dragon have in the tank? Beating himself at night and right away in the morning. Knowing to be getting some later in the afternoon.

I-It... makes sense considering his biology... Twilight scrunched her face in coming again, watching the monolithic pumping now slowing, the show forcing her to go again. Never did she attempt this more than once in a day. But context. And being close to a boy in being a boy. All of it pushed her into a state of being more. But I didn't know it had gotten this bad. It... doesn't even seem like he's enjoying himself.

Though another thought entered.

Or maybe he prefers h-having sex... than anything else.

Twilight had been resting in her usual place, watching, in the distance, as the sides of a towel were tied around the boy's hips. Coming to close like curtains to a play as she was trapped within it all. She was forced to splay on his balls again. Taking their beating into her front as they jostled around. There was less support this time around. The twins allowed to jump freely. The cock above, bobbing the same, its arch incredible to watch.

And it drove a desire to be with it. Those times of silently beating him off at normal size to get a feel and to be with the thing. Now at this size, though, she could be with it entirely. Latched around his cock as he walked or sat down. Riding out those bobs as it went up and down with Twilight clinging along for the ride. How much she wanted it.

So much she was willing to risk it.

Outside. The dragon whipped out his clothes and got to work on an outfit. The towel flew away to blinding light. It didn't last for long as fabric shuffled on being pulled up. The dragon slipped his underwear all the way on, needing to tug at spots, spreading it out. Everything went dark and would go darker if given a few seconds longer.

Twilight leaned forward on his right ball, coming to crawl out, slowly, to the top of the plump hill. Reaching there allowed her to scoot out. There she pressed a hand to the ground. Another reaching to the heated side of his cock. In standing and stumbling, she rested for a moment, everything dimmed beyond the light pouring through the fabric of the article.

She then turned to the side of the dick. Needing to crane back her neck to see it. How it arched high and rolled to the side. The ceiling of fabric above as it was clumped in meeting an unseen waistband. Twilight wanted to be with it. To latch on and never let go. It wasn't right. But everything already being so wrong—a little more didn't seem so wrong at all.

Twilight hopped in place and gave a flutter with her wings, not wanting to buzz the rod to the alerting of the dragon. Rather guided up until the topside was revealed to her. Gently she dropped onto the thing, incredibly careful with her foot, standing on the object aching with power.

And then she looked out.

It was an impossible sight. Thickness and width barrelling out unlike any bridge. The solidity of masculinity breaking into the great distance to where the curve of the underwear loomed. Dense and incredibly thick. Yet the cock's head pushed into the abundance of fabric, a crater impressed into it, caused by the raw strength of the dick alone.

Twilight whimpered in being forced onto her knees. Now stuck to something so powerful that it felt sacrilege to be anything more than clinging to such a thing. How causally strong and powerful the item was. A power unto itself. Greatness that asserted itself so.

The girl lowered onto her front as the burning on her feet spread across her coat as the skin of his cock travelled across her. Her thighs spread to accept as much as the slope between them. Folds let aflame as the monolithic hardness blew fire onto them. Belly pudge wiggling to be tickled in a special way.

There was a moan from her chest in settling down. How quickly it squished and spread with nipples buzzed in heat. Twilight laid her face on it, feeling the warmth flood her cheek, coming to smile, happy to be here.

It was wrong, and yet, had felt right.

There wasn't an urge to do anything yet. To please herself on the thing that would be uncaring to Twilight's very existence. Holding onto it or gone from it. The cock wouldn't know. Didn't care. It was a thing of greatness meant to be pleased. And she was too small to even do that.

That saddened the girl a bit. No amount of rubbing and humping, of kissing and teasing—nothing like that would get this cock off. It needed to be stuffed into a cavern. Large and warm and feminine. Tight and squeezing and pleasing. No way it would fit now. Best she could be was some toy to get him off. Even then his claws were needed to do the bulk of the work.

No matter the size, in issues like these, she was useless to him.

That thought was closed in with shuffling in the distance. Twilight looked over the landscape of the dick to see the darkened tightness coming up on the underwear. Spike had pulled on some jeans as they slipped into place, a zipper roaring in zipping up, the button the size of a vault, being lowered through, sealing the girl inside the chamber.

This was all she was to him now. Nothing but a stowaway in his underwear. Forced to hold onto his cock as he started to walk. Its mass pinned down by the jeans as it rubbed to the sides and bobbed when it could. She was forced to hold extra tight to his meat to avoid slipping.

Twilight held on. Even as he was out of the bedroom and down the hall. Going to a date and unaware of what he brought along. Not that it mattered. Even in hugging the very thing she wanted to be with, feeling the meat rise and drop, flicking around, it burning into her privates—none of it was to get her off.

Rather she wanted to be close to the dragon. In a way she couldn't be before. They were best friends, and yet, she barely knew anything of this side of him. Seeing him with a girl a week, someone new, every relationship deeper than the last... it killed her on the inside.

So she hugged him harder. Whether he knew it or not. She didn't do it for his sake. It was from needing him. To be with this thing that caused them to not be so close. It scared and frightened her with the lax power it held. Yet, in being close to it, she felt close to him again.

Even with that closeness would take her along on a date with another girl.

II | Persistent Itch

~ II ~

Persistent Itch

Spike locked the door behind him and wondered why the castle hadn't had better defense. It was home to books instead of a treasure. Special items acquired throughout their adventures, maybe, with the odd artifact that could either power an old villain or bring about the world's end.

Some lasers could help in preventing that. Spike blinked and nodded to himself and tested to lock to make sure it was, well, locked. Convinced, he turned away. Something still tickled at the mind. Or the tree could be some magical entity that punishes trespassers in an ironic fashion. Like an endless hall. Or a room full of gold that they can never leave. Usually how that kind of thing works.

He strode from the door to a glance down his body. Green and thin jacket cast over a white long sleeve—which clung to his frame like fabric in love. Spreading over his pecs to the subtle protrusion they presented. Little tease to the taut stomach below. Cargo pants covered his bottom with a silver belt fashioned. Black boots, same colour as the thin gloves, to sell the light look of an adventure.

Too bad it's all bogus.

His head sunk at the thought and those passing on his sides didn't help at all. Few girls walking past, tied shirts to tender bellies, even shorter shorts to the allure of what laid below. Their tops, generous, in the heaping of cleavage as different colours and shapes teasing like other kinds of ice cream.

Though he became full on such a treat long ago.

But they hadn't.

Some girls clocked his gaze with a smile, a few raising their hands, wiggling their fingers, while others promoted a wider sway in their step. Helpless to their bottoms, he watched them pass, the undersides of cheeks hanging from shorts, raising and dropping, a heavy jiggle, the colour of their underwear sometimes slipping down into view.

Spike stopped and shook his head. Eyes shut and claw laid on his face. Sunlight poured onto him. Little sizzles rattling in his ears. He didn't want to look anymore, not enjoying the views like he used to but, because they were there, he took to them anyway.

You don't have to like it as much to be addicted.

His eye winced. Growl starting at the bottom of his throat. There'd been a tickle to his joy and he almost took it for a ploy. He glared down at his pants to notice the starting of a bulge against the fabric. His jaw dropped.

You've gotta be kidding me. Really? After last night and this morning? C'mon! Please! There's no way you already want more—we're about to see Berry!

Yet unconsciously his dick flicked into the pants, becoming pinned in place, urging him to stifle a moan. There was an urge to reach in and beat off in the middle of the street. To keep it throbbing as he walked, pinned down by the fabric as he walked, forced to live on that stimulus alone.

I hope Berry wasn't expecting much in a date... not that they usually do.

Meanwhile inside the striding pants, sunlight entered, diffused, upon towering cylinders of purple. Twilight latched onto the massive cock. It pointed down and pushed out as the ceiling of fibres rubbed into her back. Slowly, the dick pushed up into it, applying more pressure, which sunk into her stomach, while she bore the pant's tautness into her back.

It'd been her dream to hold onto his meat. To latch onto it and never let go. Enjoying a never-ending hug in enjoying his mass no matter the circumstance. She would be its ring. Holding on as it rocked around as the dragon walked about. Crushed into its shape as he jerked off. Even forced to hold on as it slammed into the titanic pussy of another.

And that last one, most of all, was set to come true, rather unfortunately.

There'd been a knock at a door and the very feminine voice saying Hello. Odd conversation as the light of the day transitioned into the shadow inside a room. Twilight did her best to not move, ceasing her shifting, instead looking over her back and up.

The dick spanned forever back as it arched into the air. Its base seemed so far away as the size of a playground was above it. Above that was a waistband, a brim of solid white, where the dome of black, started from.

Twilight looked from over the side of the dick to the greatness of the distance afar. There loomed the side of a second ball encased in scales. The promise of a sack, round like the world, one seeming to be encased inside of there. Would it have been safer to keep with them?

She looked ahead to the density of the underwear. Rich ebony unable to be seen through. Light still shone through, but barely, more so the hint of such a thing. Through the slit of the underwear opened the peek of the pants. Of the towering zipper, feeling like a gate to a valley, keeping there. Large and golden bricks, going up, in a lane unlike any road.

"Care for a tea before we head out?"

"Um, uh, y-yeah." Shudders rocked through him as it quaked down his frame, a push falling through his hips, causing a light jostle to his pride. Twilight clung tighter to the burning surface to nearly hearing a squeak moan from above. "Whatever you've got is fine. Celestia pretty much had me try everything when I was a kid."

There was shifting and shuffling as monolithic footsteps rang up from below. Creaking wood sounding as though it originated from a storm. The dick wagged a bit to the sides, not violently, but adding motion. Soon, though gravity crashed back. It swirled in Twilight's stomach as the dragon sat into a chair, the boom and casting winds, forcing her to cling, once again, as his dick went from aiming down to pointing up.

"Not only am I getting with a dragon—but a dragon with connections?" Light laughter rang from afar as, inside the cramped underwear, Twilight gasped in sliding down. The erection skyward like a skyscraper as its steep smoothness slid her down. "Attached to royalty and close friends with Twilight Sparkle. You two shagging it up every day too?"

The chuckle from above froze Twilight. "Me and Twilight? You crazy?"

"Whaaaat? She's not your first time or something? That's how most of us figured." Snort. And footsteps coming closer. Shadows casted over. A feeling of immensity that loomed outside the pants. Another woman, standing there, leaning over, as something tremendous was set on the table. "Both of you hittin' that age at the same time. Twilight using some nerdy excuse to try a thing or two out. She didn't try any tricks with wanting to learn dragon anatomy more inanimately?"

Spike laughed again. "So far you're the only one to use that line."

"Hey! My interest in your anatomy is to see how well a dragon can hold his liquor! Whatever comes from that, if sexual, is pure experimentation for my business." The sound of the girl leaning back was like a drawbridge being lifted times a thousand. "Think about it this way. You get to drink, do whatever you feel and, if that results in us having some fun, well, I'll know what to keep in mind in serving other dragons."

Twilight exhaled a breath and it was lost to the heat of the place. Hanging on to the trunk of cock, she pulled back from it a bit, peering up, seeing how its head spanned above. It pressed into the impossibility of the underwear, that greatness, spread and stretched, from tip alone.

Everything else in the place was the same. The distant walls, now closer, taut in being pulled upward. Light was a bit stronger in shining in. She looked down to the base of the dick, wondering if to slide down to there, or to the balls resting on the chair. Getting caught in that niche between sack and dick, where it would weigh down heavy, didn't seem like a wise idea.

"You plan on having fun with other dragons?"

"If they're as good looking as you."

"Who told you that lie?"

"My eyes that are looking at you right now."

"Ever think about investing in glasses?"

"Not if I lose the treat that's before me." Those footsteps quaked further into the distance, a chair scratching into the floor, its squeak, roaring, until it was no more. The voice was more distant now. Still. It was easily heard. "Besides. You already don't see too well when you're drunk. It allows you to do things you normally wouldn't—or normally wouldn't enjoy as much."

"Easier to make a mistake that way."

"Some mistakes are worth making."

"Can they even be a mistake at that point?"

"No... but sometimes you're better for making them then."

Tremendous sounds lifted from the table as the two must have been enjoying their drinks. Twilight wasn't sure what to do as everything felt hopeless after all. Here she was, wrapped to the dick of her assistant, its heat burning into her breast, its shape of hardness, pressed into her softness, the cause to grind against it, make it please, worshipping the thing until it blew the contents of a volcano.

Yet the desire to do any of that had vanished.

Twilight allowed herself to keep sliding down the shaft as gravity claimed her. What did she hope to get from this? There'd been a petty desire to make the dragon cream his pants before the date could lead to the bedroom. Kicking and kissing and humping and grinding until the towering rod rocked and broke into the spasms of release. But then the dragon would peer in, find her there, and maybe ensure she never left there for all eternity.

There's no part where I get out of this okay.

Spike raised the mug to cover his face, unable to repress the blush on his cheeks, the rising of heat in his body, both caused by the flirtations and... something else. His dick itched as it throbbed in his pants. Wanting to get out, that thickness layered over thickness, knowing the next place it could call home.

But there was a strange teasing on it, a sensation in place, sometimes flicking alive, soft and with love, that caused him to want to investigate. He'd sent down a pair of claws to scratch at the space, indeed feeling something there, either fabric densely clumped—or something else.

Pulling out his pants and underwear to gaze inside, however, currently wasn't an option.

"So that's a no on you and Twilight then?"

Why the fixation on that? Spike couldn't help but shift in his seat, needing to move, flick his dick around. That pressure of pleasure was inching down his mast and he couldn't suppress all that minuscule power had on him. Had it been a heated portion of his underwear now clinging down his shape? That didn't make much sense. "Just good friends. Or normal friends. Not too sure with her anymore."

"How about the rest of the girls?"

"Not much there to speak about." Spike's eyes kept at a squint in trying to figure this girl out. She, of course, was trying to figure him out. It wasn't often that date took a personal interest in him. Usually they lost interest when it came to that. "Tried to get with Rarity for the longest while. You can thank that period for how I dress now—for better or worse."

Berry sat on the other side of the wooden table, coming to prop her elbow on it, her cheek resting into the waiting hand. Her other swirled on the rim of her drink. Fingers slender as to be a tease into themselves. It raced his heart, every time, to be this close with a girl.

No matter the experience gained. "You don't pick from your own style?"

He shrugged and looked away and sighed on top of it. "Kinda lacking in that way. Just whatever she advised me." His digit was raised into the air and danced to the rockiness of his voice. "Half of attraction is fashion! Those less attractive need even more fashion!”

Berry giggled as her finger stopped on the cup. "Sounds like her. She did an outfit for me that left... a lot revealing on my figure. Sure knows how to read into an order that one." Her chin lifted as she looked down at the dragon. "But must have got your essence wrong if she's having you wear all those clothes."

Spike shook his head with a chuckle, leaning into his seat, his body sliding off the chair. The terrible posture allowed more room for his erection to exist. It still hurt pleasantly. That tingle felt less compressed into his cock. "This outfit is my mistake. Figured I'd try... dressing for a look I would have liked as a kid."

She blinked in studying his figure again. "And what look was that, exactly?"

"The wandering hero."

The following laughter wasn't meant to be mocking. The dragon knew that to a degree, but still, to a degree, it pained him. His head lowered and his smile raised. Whatever it was to sell the illusion of himself. Keep to the books, the right looks to the proper words—then let the body do the rest.

And always he was hurt in doing a little bit more than that.

"Sorry sorry! I didn't mean to laugh like that! Just... don't see many keeping like a kid like that anymore." Berry slowed from her laughter into the heaviness of breathing. Her chest wobbled from every exhale. Velvet mounds, glossed in cream, delicious enough as to be licked off. "It's sweet in a way. But don't be mistaken. It loses you some sex appeal."

"Does it?"

"But the bearded scales on your jaw helps make up for."

Spike kept that hopeless smile as his eyes fell into the valley of her cleavage. Mounds barely cupped by a dense and black tank top. Each ball is supplemented in texture due to the fabric. Their shape, beyond pronounced, able to be jiggled easily.

And they were so consistent.

My shallowness is, as always, saved by my looks.

"Like what you're seeing Spikey?"

It was like a consolation prize for feeling shitty as he started into her top. It laid facing him as she had leaned forward a bit. How they hung out, no crime or punishment for staring at them. Already his dick was throbbing. Now, though, it was teased to the confirmation of why he was here.

"I think I am."

Berry smiled as she leaned back in her seat. Her chest bunched from the pressure as their tops filled out from the outfit. She rested her chin on them, sinking a smidge, a tease for him to come at her. "Your eyes tell me that. But I want to be sure.”

Spike hadn't known what that meant, that was, until something lifted from the ground. Berry's foot snaked from underneath the table and onto his chair, a prod at his cock with a foot covered by a sock. Berry's head jumped at once in feeling him.

"W-Woah! You're that ease of a trigger? Little tease and you're rock hard?" Berry's tone wasn't offended as her foot kept going. Her toe poked at this base of his underside, she amazed at following its curve, requiring the full moving of her leg to follow. Then she went up.... and up and up. "Celestia herself! They weren't kidding! You dragons really do pack a punch—don't ya?"

Spike cocked his head with closed eyes and a forced smile. "S-Something like that."

Actually, compared to most dragons, I've got nothing.

"I wasn't expecting to get you so hard like this." Berry pulled away her foot, though it was done in jerks, a part of her not wanting to lose the sensation of him. The feeling of that slender hunk in the other chair. Throbbing hard with something she would really like to have inside of her. "Kinda don't want to let it go to waste either. You must be able to go at it quickly, aren't you?"

"That... feels like a trick question."

"I assure you've got nothing to fear from me." Berry smiled in jumping from the table to the kitchen counter, leaning on and up on it, looking out through the window there. With a nod, she pulled the blinds, shaking her derriere. "We've got the day to waste too. So what do you say?"

Berry looked back in time to see the dragon looking down, right at her ass, which was hugged by the yoga pants. She smiled and flexed. Slapping a hand onto a cheek, she winked, feeling it sink. "We go upstairs and you can hit this any way you like."

She licked her lips. "So long, of course, I get whatever taste I want from you."

Spike knew he was in no position to disagree as the girl strolled right up to him, clasping his claw into her hand—urging him to stand. He did so and she smiled. Lowering that claw back to her rump as she let him feel the curve of her mound. How bubbly the cheek was, the perfect layer of fat expanded from it.

"Go ahead and give it a little squeeze."

Spike looked down and swallowed and compiled. He kneaded the cheek, feeling how easily it squished into his palm, filling out through his digits. The pants added a nice layer to the firm feeling of the tush. Few more squeezes to get a sense for the booty he was about to defeat.

"Damn you're throbbing down there!"

The voice took him out from his concentration. In looking down, he saw his dick in his pants, fully pronounced, shooting forward as his tip sunk into her cheek. Berry looked over her shoulder at him with a knowing look. Playful amusement with the desire to get on with it.

And he walked to her bedroom to get precisely that.

III | Used and Devoured

~ III ~

Used and Devoured

Spike hadn't been sure who had closed the door, opening his eyes to make sure it was, before slamming the girl into the frame. She hopped and bounced and moaned to the forcefulness. He was better when he was silent. Appear as more to be seen as more. It killed him a little in the middle for it.

But least the sex made up for it.

Kinda.

Berry tried to push off from the door only to be thrust back into it. She rolled her head, breaking the lip-lock kiss they had in effect. The dragon didn't care as he went in for more. Side of her neck, dense in raspberry, a lingering of perfume that pulled on his snout.

"O-Oh! Mhmmm! Spike."

Her voice was just a sound now. Like the breathing and moans and whatever else came from her. It was better when it took control. Ceasing to be Spike and becoming more of a dragon. Predator to prey; mares seemed devoted to that side of him.

His mouth opened to bathe the skin in steam. Tickles must have rushed across it as Berry shuddered in place. The weight of his tongue set on the spot, tasting her flavour, across the curve, drawing all the shudders he could from the frame.

Berry huffed in looking at him. Eyes hidden behind her drooping bangs. He didn't bother looking back, catching her in the corner of his gaze, a beast not caring for the expression of his catch. Part of that must have driven her crazy to know of the dangerous beast locked in the room with her.

He thrust into her, only once, the wood creaking from their combined weight. Her ass squished as she was more pushed into. His hips and body, stronger than hers, forcing her back, no matter the inch, regardless of how she wiggled. Caught within his grasp without escape. His height, going higher, mass reaching wider, nothing but muscles taking up her world.

And she was in love, for, in the second next, she threw herself into him. Kissing above the collar of his shirt and allowing her chest to rub into his frame. She reached for his arms and snapped them to her ass, her digits on top of his, forcing them to squeeze—squeaking in his doing.

Spike fluttered his eyes as the precision of his claws. Their sharpness kneading the mounds with the added protection of the pants. He couldn't help pull up, diving his claws beneath the back of her waistband. She'd been missing underwear. Those cheeks, clung to by the fabric, separated as his digits slid through.

Her mounds were impossibly full, but yet, retained a tautness that craved to be squeezed without end. The right amount of muscles, layered, over by a heaping of chub. Low growls remained deep inside of Spike's throat. More and more. He lost himself. Lips parting to fangs being barred.

"Fuck you're so hot..." Berry's voice rose above the buzzing of all the jointed sounds, though it only drove him on, causing him to slam his hips into hers. His cock came to stand straight up, poking through his waistband, coming to be sandwiched between his groin and her belly. "Some of the girls say you get animistic when it comes to sex. Just pin them down and fuck them hard like never before. I want that, Spike. Need it."

He wasn't there anymore. Throbbing and crying on the inside to get himself off. He ground upward, the underside of his cock, rubbed into softness, sinking a bit there, teased into wanting more. That tickle was there as well. Little tick that made him flick. The overwhelming pleasure from the pressure there. Sometimes an inch and an itch could drive one to insanity.

But it became snuffed in being rubbed into the belly of the woman, up and down, pressed into the tautness, its shape, throbbing hardness, promised more soon. It was a beast of its own. A monster really. Seeking to dock, to fuck, to ravage like a savage and provide satisfaction to a mindless beast.

And the dragon was losing himself to it.

Hands glossed on his chest and pushed him away. He stumbled back to steam blowing out his snout. His glare settled on the girl to already find her hands at the bottom of her top, pulling up, bunching her girls together, that was, until flinging off the article. Her breasts jiggled back into place, round and glossed in a sheen.

They seemed juicy, almost, and demanded to be tasted.

Berry grinned at him as her hands fell to her sides, on the waistband of the pants, pushed down, wiggling around, getting them over the fatness of her ass. They dropped to the floor the second next. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, coming to gesture across her body.

"Well?" Berry asked in bringing hands to the sides of her chest, collapsing on them, pushing the orbs together. She pronounced their shape and twisted at the torso to make them sway. The sounds of wet smacking urged the dragon to take a drink. "Don't you want this? Aren't I the mare taken to your cave? You can do any little thing you like."

Her eyes dropped to his pants, nothing able to distract from his erection, it like a pipe. He'd never been this hard in his life. So round and filled out and each throb causing a tear in the fabric. It was becoming harder to hold himself back. Especially when he wanted to pin her to the bed, a claw to the back of the neck, his weight laid over hers, while he slammed himself inside.

Leg raised and body pinned and pussy nothing more than a toy.

Spike slid off his jacket and tossed it. Pulling up his shirt to the delicious reveal of the abs stationed there. Each flex matched the atheistic of an island. It led up to his chest, two broad planes of scales, supplemented in muscles, with a heat source beneath it all. His arms pumped in throwing away the shirt, his shoulders already bulky, the girl forced to twirl a finger around her tit to keep herself in check with the view.

"Damn I lucked out."

The dragon couldn't care for compliments as he took as he wished in pulling down his pants. Down and off and kicked to the side. Only his underwear remained. The sight: comical. His underwear pulled from the back, stretching incredibility forward. Every throb caused the underside to tear.

Already he would need a new size and pair of briefs.

"Wow." Berry stood dumbfounded from afar, taken away from the view, eyes open, mouth the same, none wanting to close. She stepped forward but stopped. She shifted back but didn't want that either. The magnitude of his meat, a beast trapped inside a pillar, evoked countless things in her. "I... can't tell if you got that from me... or... or if you're just seriously packing."

Spike's eyes lifted to hers and there they blazed emerald. No words beyond the stern expression of wanting to fuck. Just a beast wanting to be pleased. Berry swallowed in the intimidation but stepped forward the same, content to not show up to work for a few days.

He looked back to his briefs and started to pull them down—until croaking. Blinking and breathing and hoping for his heart to stop hammering. Sunlight came from the back window, the dying kind, washing over the wooden floor and the bed tucked to the side.

Details flooding into view after being taken out of a mood.

"W-Wha? C'mon already!" Her voice flooded from across the room, and at once, the role of predator and prey was switched. The dragon grunted as he once more became Spike. His blazing eyes calming into his usual kind glow. "You've already teased me enough with that thing! Pull it out already! Don't make me beg.”

Spike tucked his lips inward and repressed the urge to squint his tension away. Looking down at the waistband to the underwear, he pulled them out again, gazing into the fabric dome within. There was his cock at full mast—feeling like it actually belonged to a ship—and Twilight Sparkle, for whatever reason, small, lying on top of the thing.

Her head turned slowly and gazed up from her prison. No doubt over the vertical landscape of his body and to his face looming beyond the sky. He could read her expression but could feel her mood in simply seeing her.

Already the day was fucked.

And it was about to become worse.

Because of her.

Twilight clung harder to the cock as light suddenly poured into the biome. She didn't span its width and merely hugged to whatever she could. Musky air floated out as the freshness of oxygen flushed in from the pulled waistband.

Feeling of mass was behind here. Fear of being watched certainly achieved. Slowly, she twisted her head, as much as she could, to whatever loomed above. There was the pulled waistband, pinched into a stream by a single digit and, where the clouds were supposed to roam, was the monolithic face of her dragon.

Who could not have looked more furious. Spike's expression, angry, with narrow eyes and a rising temper. Already there was throb to his hulking meat as if to tease to the immensity of his power. So much of his masculinity was able to crush her into nothing for merely existing as she did.

And Twilight would be powerless to stop it.

Why shouldn't the dragon be pissed? Just about to get laid to the girl teasing him on. Holding onto his dick caused Twilight to be smothered into her stomach, struggling between softness and hardness, ground into, nearly rendered into nothing.

And just as he was about to stick it in.

Was his trusted friend.

Shrunk.

Caught on his person.

To the most intimate spot that, while he let most ladies experience, had not expressed consent for her to do the same. From how they talked at the table, it didn't seem like Spike had a remote interest in her like that—meaning this was all for herself.

Twilight felt scared. Horrified. Unsure of what was about to happen. Though she feared what was to come next, her face broke in his disgusted look, the dropping of his shoulders, islands of pecs crashing together. Spike looked tired. Done with her issues. This happened a lot as a kid where she still held power. But now, as the years went by, it more so passed into his favour.

She reached out a hand to him anyway, to save her from this place, and to show her sorry for having done such a thing. Her eyes dropped and breath left in knowing she couldn't be saved. After all she'd done, to be found like this, stuck to his cock, no explanation possible.

Part of her didn't want to be saved. Let the band close and live at her life where it belonged. Or keep holding on as he did whatever he pleased with his meat. Perhaps that second part would be her fate as, in following the bombing of distant steps, appeared, in the sky, another monolithic face.

Blurred and lured to the view inside his underwear.

"Celestia you're packing! I thought you were keeping those on because they did you some favour!" Winds crashed from the incoming meteor of the friend's head. Details growing and massiveness compounded upon. Greatness of a face to never be able to leave the brain. "You might be one of the few guys better off with nothing on! All that fashion when you look better naked! B-But wait. What is that on your thing?"

The underside of the dragon's jaw turned as he faced the girl, it opening to no words, a caught throat unable to produce. Immediately a slender hand reached the meat, fingers dipping into the world inside the underwear.

Thought Twilight clung hard, in a scoop of a finger, its softness pried her with ease. She sunk into the miniature hill as it sunk an inch beneath her weight. Laying her hands on the nail, it helped her endure the sudden rise, the whipping winds and velocity swirling in her stomach.

Twilight was lifted from the band of the underwear and into the cosmic proportions that was the bedroom. Clung to the fingertip which was pronounced in how it was held up, she looked down to the open underwear, wanting to go back inside. Not for desire but safety.

Though his cock was staggering and his balls like worlds trapped inside of a sack, the world inside his underwear was of scale, massive but not impossible, something she could climb, fly around in, and be decently alright. The dragon would roam the world for her. Maybe she could poke out and explore a bit to see what was around—before retreating to the safety that was the area of his crotch.

But now that band was snapped along the length of his waistline and, in the second next, Twilight was lifted into the light. She did her best to keep still as both giants peered at her. Spike more so than the other. His narrowed gaze spoke of it knowing it was her.

But Berry, however, was shocked into laughter. On the tip from a few drinks and already bearing lousy vision, she looked at the tiny as though she was a toy. The dragon's eyes widened as Twilight did the same.

Berry looked at him. "Naughty boy! Naughty! Is this your trick to getting hard with ease? What even is this thing?”

Spike blinked as his eyes searched around for an answer. He coughed. Cheeks blushing and a look of cuteness enveloping him. "T-Test Twilight had me going through. Interested... a bit in dragon physiologically."

Berry's hulking gaze lowered from the platform of her finger to the cock spanning a drawbridge below. With a giggle, she set her other hand on his shape, moaning at the heated fabric, burned by his equipment even with protection. "I bet she does! So what does this do? Cling to your dick all day long and collect information? How much musk that throbbing thing of yours makes? How long can you get?"

Spike's distant face slowly nodded as it remained blurry still. His frills spanned the length of a runaway in how they rose and dip. His eyes had softened a bit. Burning still; glowing emerald. Kindness resonated from him. As did something else. Something more prominent in silence.

The hungry predator with a throbbing cock.

"I wonder what this thing is even made of! It feels real—squishy too!" Twilight felt a shadow cast over her back and, in stifling her fear, kept frozen in place. Massiveness in the distance cocked her head as an interested frown appeared. Then a finger crashed into Twilight's back, as softly as it could, rolling around, squishy her rump without knowing. "Nearly feels like a gummy almost. Wonder if it'll spread or explode if I push really into it."

Twilight closed her eyes and cried and waited for the end.

The world transitioned. Winds whipping and everything blurring. Something had crashed into Twilight's back, not a finger but the roof of a palm, dimmed though purple, which belonged to only one. Soon there was a crash and the giantess was pinned into the wall. Berry's head rolled up from it, angry, ready to bark...

Until his lips came crashing into hers. Two planets colliding with the impact in the middle shock waving out. Twilight kept prone to see from underneath the palm, the titans making out, so easily before her—as though she was a witness and a testimony to their power.

In the distance, one of the dragon's eyes opened, the only possible to be seen from this angle, directly entirely on her. It was a pool of sparkling green she could swim across were it not boiling. The anger, the hostility expanding his gaze, it narrowed on her, yet the weight so much more vast.

It pierced her and the continued shock waves threatened to blast her way in kinetic energy alone.

Then his eye returned to the girl, looking up and down her, as if figuring a solution to a problem. Concertinaed and uncaring as his valeted lips melted tension in the giantess. Twilight could see it. That sprawling collarbone, previously heaved, now setting in place. She was falling into pleasure the dragon wrapped around her.

Though he couldn't seem less to care about what was happening. Twilight even peered over her finger to the palm below, it like a stage in a gym, until looking further below that. His towering dick blurred, though its placement, upward and between them, could be seen. He rubbed it up and down her groin, a promise to inside, to all that soon awaited it.

Berry already flicked back in response in having his dick burn across the terrain of her belly.

The dragon was teasing her with the very thing that had made him go crazy with lust, though now, didn't seem as caring with it. But there was that spark in his eye. The twinkle of being done with this. He broke the kiss and the two pulled away.

He was composed.

And Berry was out of breath.

"Please don't do anything to that thing in your hand." Spike glanced over to it with a smirk and narrowed eyes. Commanding and teasing and controlling the scene. They were in power. Rather he owned everything. "Twilight's trying to improve overall understanding of a dragon's sexuality physiologically. This helps her do that. I'd rather not bring it to her ruined."

That voice. It asserted itself a thousand times over in not needing to try. This was nothing like her dragon from all those years ago. He was a chaser. The one doing everything for everyone and keeping in that theme. But something must have happened, though, for him to become like this

Twilight clung to the thumb of the other woman as though it were a hill, seeing over the edge of its nail, to the distant face of her charge. How monolithic it was. Details tremendous though caught in a blur. Smooth sea of purple scales keeping handsome even at this size. The way his cold eyes burned alive.

Spike was looking at her. Narrowed brow and an unreadable expression. Without a doubt he knew it was her. They'd known each other too long and it allowed them to speak silently. It only took that one shocked blink for him to figure it out. Spell went wrong. Him a new experiment. Something along the lines that wasn't right.

Him. Getting used. Per usual.

And the tiredness of that was present in his expression. How that shift in his eyes lost the comforting glow. He peeled away instead of coming to her save. Was he contemplating something? The titanic looked down in thought, and the other, catching that, clocking it, had thought differently.

"You say this is a toy from Twilight, right? Makes sense she would base the model on herself. Probably didn't even think of what that would mean." Twilight coughed and looked to the giantess as her massive eyes were set below. Powerful was she in keeping a bug on the tip of her finger. "Always struck me as the girl to take the 'sex' out of sexual. Seeing as how you two never tried anything backs that."

Twilight's mouth shot opened as pain tore through her skin without needing a nail to help. Was that how she appeared to others? It was true a few of her tools were based on her, for the sake of charm, though really, did she seem like the type of girl... unaware of the connotation of having herself in the place of a sex toy.

That she would be so ignorant of what that meant due to being so distant from that area of life?

And Spike's face was still unreadable as his eyes lifted and his mouth did the same, nothing coming out of him, no words of defence. He was the one out of all to have her back. To speak well on her behalf when she couldn't herself. She was weak, ultimately, everything in the claws of her best friend.

The dragon did nothing at all. Maybe the beast inside was coming out a bit more. Looking over the nails to the skyscraper of scales away, Twilight was left with a question, really, if this was even still her Spike. Tall and strong and hot and different. Commanding and forceful and living his own life.

When had they last been close?

It wasn't a time she could recall at all.

"So why don't we help your little friend here... with that experiment?" Twilight didn't know what that meant, gasping in dropping, the finger crashing like a snapped elevator. It stopped at the waists of the titans as their torsos shots skyward. "Little Twilight here needs all the input she can get on sex. What your powerful thing can do. How it reacts...."

Twilight looked over the finger to see below to the beam of masculinity, the thickness of the cock, already shot out, devouring space and throbbing in place. It seemed hungry for a home or for a tribe to worship its spire. Already her body craved to latch to it and never let go.

But then she turned around to that which would be her fate. Looming in the distance and illuminated by sunlight were the round and red hills of supple cheeks. Each creamy in texture to the coating of density. Bountiful squish with the tease to the crevice between them. How snug and warm it appeared to the teaser of dusk deep inside it.

Then a mighty hand flew from the corner of her vision, a smack and a slap into the cheek, one curved mountain wobbling into the other, ripples that jiggled across the flesh. Taut muscles beneath the softness retained their shape quick.

"To how a dragon is like in the middle of a good fuck." Fingers flexed out of that hand as they pressed into the vertical softness, sinking a little into the flesh, starting to walk across it. In ascending the slope, they reached the 'Y' of the crack and, allowing fingers to wiggle into it—spreading the cheeks. "It's got me a little bit curious too. Gotta admit there's something sexy about this. Treating that toy like it's alive."

Twilight fought. Arms thrown up and legs kicked out. Nothing could be done as the giantess forced the trip to be commenced. Berry didn't even look down as she brought another woman to her ass, which grew to monolithic proportions, its full shape, unable to be seen, from being so close.

In a last-ditch effort the little one looked to the sky. Seeing the spread of the dragon as he existed in a place outside of space. How his eyes fell down on her, lost and confused, unsure of really what to do. "Alive?"

"I know, I know, it's silly." The fingers came to pinch Twilight as they hoisted her over the crack, the tops of the hills, now looming beneath her feet, shooting over into a curve that dipped from view. The thing was a monster. A prison. This woman's backside now set swallow and grip the little one and never let go. "But could you imagine if this was actually Twilight Sparkle. Princess caught by the ass of another woman? Ooohhohh! I didn't even know I was into something like this!"

The more excited Berry got, the more scared Twilight became, the plumpness of the behind, the woman's strongest asset. In a second the fingers plunged into the crack, wiggles to bury into it, drilling the tiny inside. Twilight gasped as though being submerged underwater, drowned in booty, as the dragon she trusted most all... simply watched.

Was this her punishment? Twilight beat her itty-bitty hands on the cheeks only for them to be more challenging than expected. Far too taut as to sink to little hits. She was inserted all the way, the fingers pulling above, the cheeks closing, fully, in their hug of the little one.

"Hehehehe! I wonder how she would like my throne? Being tucked into the crack of another girl." Twilight blinked from the view of her seat, arms resting on the tops of the cheeks, the rest of herself, tucked into the cleft. Chest squeezed together by the tightness of the buns. "Well? What are you waiting for? Don't you like my ass more with this little accessory?"

Twilight twisted and turned as the booty held her. The lower back of the woman, spanning up, protecting Twilight from view. The only one to see her come alive was Spike. So high in the sky, looking down, seeing his friend, his boss, tucked in the derriere he was supposed to fuck.

"C'mon Spike! You are going to do something, right?" Twilight yelped in a force pushing into her back, the much more massive one behind her, pushing forward, as the curve of the ass conformed to the dragon's crotch. "Twilight there needs all the sexy research on dragons done by tonight. I've got her nice and tucked away in there. Won't you give that little doll a show for now?"

"What... what is it—"

"C'mon now! You've been probably wanting some action since you've been left hard this long! My ass is yours for the taking! I want to feel that thing rubbing into me. I want to know if my big ol' butt can even sandwich it."

"You want me to do all that... while she's in there?"

"Already talking like she's alive! Celestia you're quick to catch on! You must be wanting to do some pretty nasty things to that doll—stories about you two get out there a bit." Berry rocked her hips and ground her ass into the dragon, his meat caught by the cheeks, which pushed into his underside, forcing it up. It twitched, sinking into the flesh with ease, inching toward the crevice that held the little one. "All the unfair stuff she made you do when you were younger. Long hours and no pay and humiliated with a few experiments. But now things are different, aren't they? Now you can use that monstrous cock to make Twilight into the itty-bitty slave that she belongs to be."

Spike coughed as he turned away his head, a blush to him, seen through even the dim sunlight. "Anyone ever mentioned that you talk strangely?"

"Only when I'm horned up—lover boy." Berry seemed to be having enough of this, though, as she gave a heavy press of her ass into that cock. Rocking up and down it, rubbing it to the softness of her cheeks, teasing to how it could be squeezed between them. "It's the little stuff like this that always gets me going. Had my few shares of fantasies. This... mhmmh... is one of them."

"T-That so?"

"Oh yeah. Used to dream about my classroom being shrunk down and me being allowed to do anything I pleased with them. Others weren't so kind to me." Berry shuddered from the pleasure of the power at being such a size. "So getting to do whatever I liked to them. Stuffing them down my pants or forcing them into a cup. Sitting down on a group of them, rocking from side to side. Celestia you don't know how badly I've needed this!"

Spike's eyes seemed to settle down on the cheek with a final blink of confusion, until his eyes closed for good, a moment to catch himself. Once they reopened, they did so in an emerald that burned, a short grin that sold the full assurance of a dragon. "Then I guess you're right. I guess you and I are a couple of giants finding a little toy. Pinned by your ass and weighed down by the shadow of my cock."

Twilight indeed was blanketed in the shadow of his member. Its lean into the cheeks did detract from his size as it still rocketed high. Its underside towered before her, unable to be seen around, dominating her world. Off to the sides, though, his claws settled into view, taking the hips of his chosen mate, without losing his grin to his toy.

"She'll just have to take this, won't she? You and I, pressing close, grinding into each other, as she's caught in the middle of it." His cock found the slit between the cheeks, a push into them, the pressure of it alone, parting them. The sea widened as his massiveness composed the gap. "Maybe if she holds onto me, she'll stand a chance, but I doubt your ass will be willing to let her go."

Twilight yelped in her seat as she twisted helplessly, her hands set the tops of the cheeks, pushing into them, finding no aid in escaping. They were too pressed together, a light intensity, that would ensure she would never go. If the giant woman walked, the pair would twist and turn, squeezing the little one, a vicious hug that would never let her go.

And then the heat rolled over her.

Of course the ass had been warmed to a temperature of its own. Spike's member, however, was something different. It was like a burning fire encased in skin that threatened to get hotter. His dick had inched before her. Those cheeks she could not spread, now easily were apart, from the force of his cock alone. Now it rested before her, teasing to when this would all begin, when it would slam, grind, and dominate her.

That didn't come for a few moments, leaving the little one, confused and scared, as to what to do. Before she could think, a huff came from the giantess, as she backed into the cock wedged within her rump, needing this to begin.

Twilight gasped and threw up her hands, but nothing could be down as the dick pushed in that final edge. Trapped without a way out. Soft hardness pressing into her as the softness of the cheek squeezed around her waist. Both going into each other and she felt as though she were about to pop.

The cock dropped at once as the full mass sunk beneath the desert of the rump. Like the mast of a ship that slowly sunk into water as the cock dipped into the crack that held Spike. Why wasn't it slamming back and forth, dominating Twilight, as the course was supposed to be?

The answer became apparent at the feeling of mass beneath Twilight's feet. She looked down, horrified, to see the dragon's distant legs, bending, as to give him better access to Berry's bottom. The head of his dick had swum into the depths of her rear.

Twilight wanted to cry as everything about her had gone weak. Nothing more than a fragile toy to be enjoyed by the two powerful giants. In feeling the dick's head come below her, at once, her legs wrapped around it, the rest of her frame doing the same, knowing this to be her fate.

She was nothing more than a toy that should just be glad to be alive. The dragon was no longer her friend but a beast looking to enjoy his fuck a little more. The girl was much the same in that regard. In shrinking, Twilight had lost everything, so much more than she was expecting, the world now a horrible place.

Twilight clung to the uncaring beast as it dipped into depths of the ass, herself pulled with it, freed from her hold, if only for a second, until the wall of the softness pressed into her back. It forced her more into the cock. Her hands searched across it, doing whatever she could for it, knowing this was all she was suitable for.

Everything before no longer mattered. Whatever their relationship was turned irrelevant. She loved Spike. Countless reasons to do so. Some of them, perhaps, died with this. Yet the girl thought herself deserving for the dragon to turn out this way.

After all she had done to him, due to her cowardice, that this was the price she had to pay.

The cock dipped down and then pushed up, fighting the tightness of the cheeks as it ground for its release, keeping in a rhythm, in motion... that wasn't so bad. Twilight blinked as the ride was terrible. Still beyond Twilight's scale. Holding onto a dick as it thrust up and down from inside a booty could never be labelled as easy.

But it could have been worse. It should have been faster. Blurring speeds like what the dragon had done in his underwear the night before. But there was none of that. Rather he went so far as to jiggle the bottom and keep the other happy. Was this a slow bait, to get her into the game, before railing her like the dragon he was?

It wasn't long before the ride had arrived. Seconds spent fucking from between the cheeks as they did their best to squeeze and tease the dick from moving. Yet when the cock pulled away, it was higher now, arched, with a woman, tiny, strewn and clung over its head.

Twilight hugged to it in fear of falling, looking down to the impressive height below and, behind her, the slope of the dick that led down to the base of his body. She felt like a toy, like nothing, to be holding onto him like this. Yet in looking forward, though, she saw the distant ass start to spin, heavy wobbles to the perfection of its form—to the reveal of toned thighs that strongly lead inward.

"What the hell! That was... oh... oh my..." Whatever rage had started due to the act's quickness, died, as the structure above looked down. Berry's face was clipped by her mammaries' massiveness to the darker tone at the center of round bags. “Oh dear Celestia is that perfect. I almost want a photo of this. Can't tell if I should feel envy or humiliation for her. Fuck you have an impressive cock."

Spike chuckled. "About the only thing impressive about me."

"Aw. Don't talk now. Let everything great about you do the speaking." Berry bent forward with intentful fingers and, while the dragon went back from them, the hand grabbed the head of his member. Twilight was caught into darkness with the pressure of smooth bones gaining on her. "You're ready to blow now. Why shouldn't you be? Played with so long. I knew having this little thing stuck with my ass was enough to bring me to a close—just thinking about it alone is enough to keep me going."

Spike didn't have a word to offer.

"Must have been worse for you, teased by me, and this little thing here—I would have blown is this cute little thing was wrapped around me." The fingers pried the little one from the dick, and in the darkness, Twilight could see nothing. Outside came the booms of footsteps, meaning she was further from the dragon, forced, once more, with this giant woman. "She must have made the limbs reflexive as to latch onto anything. How cute! But now... hehehe... y-you and I have had enough teasing around."

The fingers pinched the sides of Twilight as the rest flew to reveal the setting. Behind her shoulder were the landscape of the belly and the resting mountains of a chest. Over them was the face of the woman, with a grin, full of power over the little one.

And below were the spread legs with a hand between them, right at the pussy to a slit that stretched on, two impressive fingers, sunk into its bottom, pulling from the lips, a flush of warmth wafting up. Musk found a home in her lungs, not of a male but of a lady, as the cavern of a cunt was teased at below.

She looked down at the view beyond her feet. How Twilight dangled over an abyss. The greatness of the woman, set across the bed, a belly stretched like a desert, those rising mountains that jiggle a little too easily—it all scared her immensely.

Especially that face. It looked down at Twilight without having too. So aware it was another person without quite believing it. Knowing she could do this with someone else. Catch her into the crack of her ass while her beloved dragon sandwiched his cock between those cheeks. Forced to grab to its head as it submerged into softness, the expansion of plushness, grinding into them both, the girl and the cock, aided by the flexing muscles of the monolithic tush.

"You're not... going to drop her in there... right?"

Berry grinned. "Why shouldn't I? This little toy deep inside my pussy as you thrust into it with that massive cock of yours. I know you were saying it can't be taken back to Twilight broken—but surely beaten up would be okay." The fingers holding Twilight lowered to the parted lips below. "Besides. She wants an accurate test—doesn't she?"

Twilight looked to the sky to see it replaced in an instance. Voluminous space, settled into place, due to the various landscapes composing the living dragon. His torso swam above the clouds as the view reduced his magnitude to a mere form. Beams that were arms, shooting down, like lighting, their impact like craters crashing into the bed.

Spike was massive. Enough to blanket the tiny and the normal size girl in his shadow. His chest flanked in slenderness as his frame arched over the woman. Something about his face, though, gave him away. Dimmed eyes and no expression. "Maybe. But you're risking my behind to appease yours."

He arched over the woman as he leaned over the sky, sealing the world between them in darkness, tightness beginning in the space, the immensity of weight set on both sides. His lips meshed into hers as his claw raised to a licorice mountain. Thickly claws setting on softness, able to cup the dense compression of softness—shooting it gushing in the gaps between his talons.

Twilight watched on from the hand still lowering, both of them set to the prison, of the massive mounds below. Flanked between the barrels of thighs that narrowed the place into deliciousness. The curve of the mounds seemed bouncy. That strong slit, held apart, due to the ends of fingers. Only two to hold open the entrance.

How was Spike going to talk his way out of this? Get Twilight to be forced on that boulder of a clit to appease it as the dragon fucked the beast from behind? That mental picture spawned in her head. Her little body, clinging to a clit, as the woman arched her hips, which shot down, right after, from those of the dragon's slamming down. His cannon of a phallus crashing in behind, its thickness pushing out on the tightness—an entrance unable to contain him.

Could Twilight even handle that? Forced to a clit as two giants fucked like animals? What would happen if one thrust had gone wrong? She stumbling back, forced to the ramming cock of the titan, vertical and imposing, wider than a silo? Grab onto it and hold on as it plunged miles into the squishiness of another woman's pussy?

That answer didn't matter, though, as something ceased to feel right. Twilight looked forward, seeing the lips of the cunt, spawning ahead as she had been lowered to them. It took a second for the dragon to cease in groping the mountains to glance down. In seeing what was about to unfold, although, his eye twitched, nothing more, as the fingers let go.

The first sensation was the pulling in Twilight's stomach. Second was the warm air beginning to burn with the fumes of a woman. Third was day to night, the lips, shooting up, their underside seen as she had fallen in-between them.

Her arms rolled in circles as to fly and the summoning of her wings came too late. Wine blurred upward in a cylinder fashion as the slit zoomed out from sight. That lone line, becoming shorter, in the feet fallen. The surrounding walls narrowed as the heat reached the extreme and the smell bore the richness of musk.

Softness slammed into her back. Plush from the ground though taut in the muscles that composed it. It was like landing in a worn mattress as, though its surface hardened, it sunk to compensate for the weight. The jiggly flesh bounced Twilight a bit. She was lying back at the bottom of a well.

It took seconds for her vision to cease to spin and, when it did, it focused on itself. Shooting upward was the vertical tunnel of living flesh. Undulating walls, their functions causing them to compress, that was, until the muscles released, everything loosening, before the natural cycle started again.

Twilight groaned in shaking her head, feeling the softness impress to the weight of the motion, mane drenched in juices. She inhaled but couldn't. Covering her mouth to stop taking in the toxins. But there was no point. It would take weeks to not smell like Berry's pussy. The smell was crafted here, the density, from which, it thinned out outward.

She sighed and chuckled and understood where her life had taken her. What cowardice had done. Those nights of exploring Spike's body without his permission, and now, she had got to do it again, only at this size, and to another woman. Wanting to be sexy for him and do all that was happening now. She'd gotten her wish in a way she would have never desired.

Everything had become calm. Not the surrounding. The pussy was hungry and unsatisfied with its appetizer. It suckled on Twilight. The flooring that seemed to suck on the back of her body, it gushing with juices, licking it over the woman. Yet the cave's yearning was set in a periodic clench to command a thing to fill it.

Twilight looked down at her own cunt and wanted to laugh in the way that comes with defeat. Knowing there would be no way a dragon could fit inside of it now. She'd doubt he would even want what she had now. To be buried inside another woman, as deeply as one could go, walls controlled by a heartbeat, the air, always warm and musky.

"Well? What are you waiting for? I'm ready for you, Spike—and so is our toy!" The voice echoed across the cave and the walls, sounding more from inside the flesh, vibrating to its octave. "Lying back somewhere deep inside of me. It's just a toy, right? Wreck it. Let that big cock of yours completely destroy it. It's just getting me so hot that I have something inside of there! Mmhmh!"

There was a shifting in the world beyond, though slowly, the tiny princess stopped caring about such things. Whatever was happening the feminine softness blanketing her. Maybe Berry Punch would be the one to take her. Keeping her locked deep inside of her pussy, a trek required to reach the entrance, held closed by towering folks, the extra security of underwear, silky panties, ensuring the little one could never get away.

To think that all her foes, after all these years, would never know of the greatest prison where Twilight was held. But suddenly there was an opening above. Something looking in. The slit, pushed apart, to reveal the hovering eye. How it glowed brightly as emerald shone into the abyss. It was easier to see inside the darkness now.

Foolishly, and with a smile, the drunken girl, invested in lust and deprived of hope, reached up an arm to that eye. She didn't expect anything to come of it as expectations only meant betrayal. Better to do, as one wishes, to whatever result it produces.

"Spike!" The cave jolted to the rage behind the voice. "Are you seriously looking inside of there! Hurry up and fuck me already!"

The dragon must have made a quick save as, in his eye flicking forward, he found a cover to protect the scene. His mouth must have set and suckled and licked at her clit for, in the second next, the cave compressed. Tightening instinctively as the walls crashed into a swirl together. Bound to its own softness to tease the urge of being filled.

His throat loomed over the slit as he worked on the slit, the love going on, for a second more, until he broke the contact. He wiped his lips as his arm lifted from the edge of the view between the slit. It was hard to make out the world through the entrance of a pussy.

"Sorry." His voice flared from outside and echoed into the living chamber. "Figured I'd tease you a little bit more. See how long it took for you to straddle and pin me down. You've certainly done better than most girls I've been with."

"Ohh-hoo! Flaring the competitive spirit are you?"

"Nothing of the sort." From the view at the slit, the dragon's throat, above, flew overhead, to the wink at the shoulders and chest, the chiselled stomach coming next. Something massive was on the way. Suddenly again. Twilight felt scared. "Merely paying the lady a compliment. Must admit this game of our little toy... has us going on. I nearly expect her to grab onto my cock once I take you."

"It's me taking you in this case."

"Are you sure? Because I can walk out and—"

"Alright! Please! Just stick your thing in me already!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm going to puuuuuuuanaaaahahhhHH!"

Twilight yelped as her captor had been jolted into surprise. Rocked as the cavern buckled to the sudden institution of force. The silo sealed in dimness at the forced entry. Above was where the fear became real. It was there the head of the dragon's dick descended, slowly, though with force, pushing back the tightening walls.

She struggled to her feet at the bottom of the well, standing on them to a wobble, looking up, seeing the head of the dick coming down. It expanded as more of it came into view like a preview to the impossible. More this hungry pussy clamped to claim the massiveness of the cock. Yet it held the walls back as it went down—to her.

He wants me to hold it. To know someone was grabbing his cock as he f-fucks someone else. All of this is a power trip to them. I... I deserve to be like this. Wouldn't be if I just SAID something to him. I should just go along with this. Not like I have many choices not to.

There was something about the dick, as it belonged to Spike, causing it to feel safe. Even though she was inside two giants as they fucked, the cock kept the walls back, which stopped them from crushing it. Of course this was so she could latch onto it. But it still touched Twilight's broken heart the same.

The dick touched down and she looked to the front of it. It hovered inches from the flesh before that which loomed behind. Round and pink was the prostitution to the woman's cervix. Swollen and its hole that drooled a stream of thin juices. Getting caught in there, truly, would mean no coming out of Berry.

Twilight looked to the dick as it kept stationary for a moment, meaning the dragon had barrelled in, and now, was waiting on her. In the distance of the hostess, there was kissing, the intensity of making out. Groping and moaning due to the kneading across her body. Hungry dragon set to devour as he waited for another to latch and start worshipping his cock.

Her arms reached up to wrap around the base of the head, she, of course, being unable to reach around. Yet in hopping onto the member, a few inches were able to be crawled up, that was, until the ride began.

In an instant it shot up. To the entrance of the pussy where it was bulged due to the thickness of Spike's base. He slammed down again, the hips, overhead, slamming into the ones that housed Twilight. The thrust was slow, the girl forced to cling, the walls, soft and wet, fighting to pull her off.

"Mmmhmm! W-Working on my c-clit too? Are you worried about—"

Silence followed by a moan no doubt muffled by a kiss. "The only thing I'm worried about is pleasing you. Nothing more. So please... enjoy."

Twilight whimpered in holding onto the dick the best she could, now caught to its sides, its thickness stuffed into her chest, the rest, conformed, to the shape of her body. She straddled it the best she could. Feeling its slope between her thighs as each clamped on it the best she could.

Whiplash after whiplash of heated musk as the force of the thrust had summoned walls of heat to smack into Twilight. Walls pushed off around, now beating into, settling over her form, undulating into her, living flesh, flicking and meshing about, attempting to swallow the tiny.

This went on for a while as the giants continued to fuck, the sounds from it, belonging to a storm, everything heard from inside a ship at sea. Squeaks of the bed like rain pelting the ocean. Moans and groans the thunder and rage of the night. The clapping of bodies and the rocking of water. Everything building to a horrible ending.

Spike's going slow... and it's not for my sake. It stopped being for my sake long ago. He's not doing it for Berry either. Maybe he wants me to do something? Must be. Tease him long enough until I'm forced to cling for good. A-At least... at least I can get something out of this.

Twilight hugged the barrel of the cock using her legs, allowing her to move with her torso, rocking herself, in place, the whole of a body appeasing the masculine rocket. Thighs rubbing and chest meshing and hands searching and mouth kissing. Everything to please an inch of skin to a mile of cock.

Yet there was a surprised groan from beyond as the dragon had been caught off guard with something. Had Berry done another tease unable to be seen? Twilight had no idea as something pumped from between her legs and, in looking down, the vein to his dick had been the thing to be straddled.

Then there was a whimper. Not from Twilight or the giantess—rather from the dragon. Pained like a dog with a wounded paw. What had triggered it? Something she did? Twilight clenched her eyes. Fighting back was useless and plans to hurt them from deep inside of them were foolish. The fact they could crush her afterward was enough to not try anything.

And now, somehow, she'd hurt him in straddling him and, once all this was over, she would be over with it. Twilight expecting the thrusting to start blurring as it was supposed to but, instead, the dragon kept with the usual pace—even though the walls of the woman, rocking ever faster, meant the coming end to their fuck.

Yet Spike did not advance.

Twilight shook her head and went again. Grinding her pussy into the vein and searching around the slope to smooth over the hardness in caresses. It wasn't enough, still, to bring the dragon to a close. She opened her mouth and went down, biting, hoping that, for whatever reason, it would be enough.

The dragon rocked from the contact, thrusting as he should, like something had clung to his cock, and now, he needed to get it off. In a few thrusts she was out. Thrown onto the squish with a splash as a puddle had seeped from the ground. Looking up in time to see the head of the dick crashing into her. Forcing her into the juices, into the softness, for seconds at a time, lifting to drop again, a process without end.

Until the dragon came.

Twilight had splayed herself over his head in feeling it suddenly bury into the pussy. Keeping still as shudders rocked through it, one before a second, the pumping of torrent... approaching. She looked into the slit at the tip to see it twitched. In letting go, a fresh hit of white broke into the woman, throwing her back, a wall, curved to her form, catching Twilight.

The cock aimed at her blew and blew again, over and over, creamy burst and delicious explosion, a volcano without end. Twilight had put forward a hand though the shots demolished that. Nothing but white covered her as the thickness of milk started to drip. The rest of the walls, closing in, to the other release of juices.

Twilight lost herself. In the rising heat and the closing bodies and the tunnel without an inch of space. Pinned to a cock by collapsing softness as everything inside went weak. Everything lost as the last efforts of care were no longer in stock. She collapsed. Not caring for her fate. Too deprived of it all to even be worthy of opinion anymore.

Once the girl did come too, though, she did so, to the world being different. Her hands wiped away the muck of cum on her face. While lying on her back, she looked around, seeing the tunnel's walls, now, going forward instead of upward. Weight came down from above. It truly felt like a cave now.

Twilight sat up to look forward, seeing, down that tunnel, the towering slit and the opening at its base. Two fingers prying it apart to reveal the tightness inside. So casually flexing her pussy to the home it had become. In the distance was a shuffling across the sheets.

"C'mon. Lemme keep it as a toy." Whine coming inward and outward, from across the walls to an echo beyond the slit. How this woman composed both worlds the essence of fear. Twilight scooted back until a squish rested on her shoulders. Looking back revealed the cervix. "It'll make today so much easier if I have a tiny I can crush inside of me. I'll give it back tomorrow. That should be long enough for me to find another toy."

Was this her fate? The view never to be topped? How this giantess sat on the bed, naked and massive, her legs spread, pussy done the same, to the reveal of deep inside, where at its end, a tiny woman sat back in much the same fashion?

"Afraid there are some toys you can't give away—not even for a day."

"Well... I don't know what you want me to do." Berry kept herself pried open using long fingers as a weight settled outside the prison. Indexations in the bed from the crashing of craters. The dragon's knees, dropping in, before his frame leaned forward. "No way of my digits reaching that deep. Claws aren't something I'm trusting inside of there either."

Twilight sat back and looked outside to the world from inside of the woman. Seconds later, right before the slit, a face appeared, one of her dragon, his face tried, eyes now drained, his shoulders dropping in seeing the little one. His eye shut as he proceeded to thin. And then, coming to an answer, pressed his forehead into the mattress.

"Told you the toy is in there pretty good." Berry sighed. "Let me have it for a day. Tomorrow I'll take care of business. That should be enough to flush her out."

"Or I could do something else now."

"Like what?"

"...use my tongue."

"Use your tongue? But that... that means... that means going through our mess!" Berry's tone switched into excitement. Losing her toy had been the cause to fight this, but in the dragon offering to go down on her, suddenly, she scooted out her bottom and presented herself as a juicy meal. "Go right ahead then dragon boy! Just... hehehhe... try not to taste yourself too much..."

Spike lifted his forehead to a roll of his eyes. "Please don't remind me."

Twilight fell forward onto her knees to the splash of the mixed pond of white. Around her was the seed of the couple. Hers was a thing white and his was coated with dots and other such. Thick like a cream with a taste meant for a spice. In the distance, his face stuffed into the crotch, his lips, to the slit, as his tongue barrel in.

Twilight gasped at the view. Of the view opening to her. The inside of his maw, flanked by fangs, white and sharp, setting the danger of within. That tongue touched down, all around, in search for her. Little rocking from the hips beyond, manipulated the place, due to the girl enjoying herself.

"That's right Spike. Enjoy me alllll that you like. Taste the mess you made inside of me." The dragon squeaked as his face became pressed into the crotch, coming to wiggle, unable to escape. He must have rubbed into the clit as the chamber came alive again, breathing and undulating, life restored to the still place. "Mmhmhm! Keep your face where it belongs! Let me ride it all night long as it rubs my naughty pussy all over it! Yes! Yes! Just like.... t-th-thaaaaaat!"

The walls closed again, welling into the starting of a stream, one of whiteness, breaking forward, in the intensity of a ravine. Crashing waters that splashed on to the blind tongue of the serpent. How it smacked around, like a tendril from the sea, searching for something.

It didn't matter, however, as Twilight's destination was confirmed.

The dragon's maw loomed ahead to darkness, for which, not even the light from Twilight's horn could illuminate. The stream rushed inside the dragon's maw as the water slapped over the lip, tossing the girl in the air, catching her in the gathering juices inside the dragon's mouth. A splash from her cannonball rang out.

And the ravine was heading for the halls. The back of the throat loomed to the monstrosity of the beast it belonged to. It opened at the end, able to intake a pond, the throat the size of such. Twilight washed side to side to the nature of the current, barely keeping above the surface, the crashing of water echoing in the chamber.

She looked out to the back of the teeth, to the pussy in the beyond, wondering if the swim would be worth it. To be trapped in the pussy of another woman then to be devoured into the belly of the dragon supposed to be her best friend. Both of them were tragic but, in the end, she would like to be with her assistant.

Twilight stopped swimming as the current pulled her back, over the tongue which smacked around for her, to the back of the throat. The brushing of her foot in such a sensitive place had opened the valve. Everything swirled into the opening as the girl saw into the dragon's mouth for the last time.

Seconds changed everything. Growing tightness as velvet flesh stole Twilight. Despite the narrow passage, it hugged the mare, each one, sending her down, squeezing like on a container of toothpaste. It always been a dream to explore every part of the dragon as he was awake.

That wish came true. The throat hugged Twilight's nakedness in sending her down. Chest and ass, now squeezed into, as the walls had pushed into her. She felt like she was bulging into the flesh and maybe that was true. Perhaps, on the other side, she was put a lump for the other woman to kiss at before it disappeared.

Which it did seconds after the fact.

Something opened at her feet. The slide opening into a fall, for which, a sac spanned out before her. She landed on its edge and caused the room to jostle from the movement. It was vast, able to house her easily, the juices here, cool and calm, as she rested in them.

Everything was silent. Silence except for that heartbeat. Slow and powerful as torrents of blood were discharged throughout the whole of the system. Twilight leaned back in the belly of the dragon, so deep inside of them, that none, on looking at him, would no.

Unable to escape or getaway. No hope after his next meal was enjoyed. Best friend turned into a snack. That pushed it too far. Growls ruminated from around as the belly craved a meal to fill it. To drop another heaping of food on her to humiliate the broken girl further.

"Please Spike."

Twilight leaned forward and crawled on her knees, across the room inside the belly, to reach the curved wall housing her. Curling before there, she sat up, unleashing the battering of her fists upon it. "Spike. Please. I'm sorry. Don't do this. Please don't eat me. I'm sorry Spike. Please don't do this to me."

Motion carried beyond the dragon. The sense of him rising and the sway to his walking. Going on like nothing happened. Swallowing his best friend and storing him inside his body. Twilight continued to pound on the wall, knowing it to be useless, as this, appeared, to be her end.

IV | Date with Him

~ IV ~

Date with Him

What the fuck Twilight?

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes and wondered why the little woman had put him through this crap again. Shutting his eyes, tightly, to repress the rage that boiled in his veins. Also caused worry to another part of him set to do the same. Why hadn't she teleported out?

"My... wasn't that an experience."

Ah shit. Spike bent over to grab his boxers, to the feeling of eyes on his behind, heaving a high, forgetting girls also worked like that. Sex and smut no longer were enough to get him off. Yet he was here... for whatever reason. Still have to deal with this.

"Certainly was the strangest session I've had in a while." He slipped his legs through the holes and raised the ebony to around its waist. It snapped. A tickle came from inside his belly, caused by feet forced into a stumble from the contact. His face dissipated in touching a claw to that area. "Enjoy yourself though? No worries about getting put on the girls' kill list?"

"You kidding?" He turned around to feel the softness pressing below his chest, the form of the woman, conforming to his own, stomachs rubbing a little. More shifting from inside of there. Seriously Why hadn't the genius teleport out? "Expect to be hit up by the hour. I'll put in a good word with you to the girls. They'll enjoy being casual about this as you are."

“This was causal?”

"I meant in hooking up you idiot." She leaned up to steal his lips and, while they were pleasant, plush and warm, with little furs to stroke him on—it meant nothing to him. Satisfaction of pleasure that would be lost like the others. It momentarily felt good. Yet that goodness barely compelled the heart anymore. "Though usually I enjoy the casual fuck on the first date to make things comfortable... but something about that toy! Mhmmhm! I'll have to look into something like that. It was so life-like! How does Twilight—"

"Powerful magic and an obsession with dolls and doll making—remember that Smarty Pants incident?"

Berry stepped back and pressed a finger to her chin. "That's right! Whole town fawned over that broken little thing." She smiled and shook her head. "Honestly I don't know how you handle that girl anymore. Seems like you're always alone for the ride when it comes to her problems."

Spike blinked and opened his mouth and yet a single word did not come out. No retort or a joke. Rather his eyes were lost to the present as his mind was brought to the past. Countless years of experience, living together, had caused the words to come out to be easy. "It's... because she's my friend. The first one. Best one too."

"And this best friend of yours is making you carry a doll of her that clings to your dick for the sake of recording all the sexual aspects of dragon anatomy?"

Slow nods of the head to show he understood that, but eyes turned away, indicating he didn't agree with it. "That might be true..." He glanced back. "But who else but a best friend would do that?"

Berry laughed. Hand meeting waist. Hips pushed to the side to accentuate the form of a stacked girl. "You're a good one, Spike. Real one. Don't know too many other guys that would go through their own stuff to get back... something like that." She smiled. "But keep in mind you're no longer the same dragon that came here. Maybe you have to keep around Twilight for various reasons..."

Spike tucked in his lips and gazed at the ground. "She was too good for me."

"And now I think the reverse is true."

"So I'm supposed to ditch her after that happens?"

"Not at all! Just... don't you think it's time to move on is all?" Berry walked over to the side of the bed, lowering to the drawer next to it, sticking out her ass and, as nature deemed it so, the dragon checked it. Mature cheeks that gleamed in strawberry. "Get your own place... own life... all that? You've got everything else checked marked now. How come you haven't made a move for yourself?"

How was one supposed to answer that? The dragon blinked down in looking at his body. It'd been the thing of dreams. Growth phase, one kind, rendering him tall, chiselled him handsome, a voice deeply refined. Experience caused him to lose a lot of negative tendencies. For so long and for so much, he wondered how he could become like all the other guys, to casually pick up and win over a girl.

It was when he stopped caring, however, that everything worked out. Right adjustments and personality shift as to draw others toward him. No longer did he search or attempt. He got most things in the bag that were needed to have a good life.

Now he could embark on actually having a good life of his own.

But he blinked in looking down. Where, above the black band around his hips, in the place where the subject of this talk loomed... nothing had come. No walking or pounding hands. Twilight had been trapped inside there. Doing nothing. Accepting... her fate?

Why didn't she teleport out? Or find a way to communicate before?

"Maybe you're right." Spike looked at the discarded pants and put them on, as well for the rest of his outfit, the hugging fabric, missed, for how it made him feel. "Maybe I could score it a lot better now without her. Unfortunately, though, I know Twilight. If I'm not there for her, then she'll be brilliant and do something stupid—and no one else will pull her out of it."

Berry dressed as they spoke. "You don't think the girl can handle herself?"

"I don't think there's many out there that can handle themselves for long." His arm shot through the sleeves and he could help but dust the jacket backward, the effect a cool one though, to the girl, gave a chuckle of mock. Even being hot allowed you to get away only with so much. "And I have to watch over her like how she watches over me."

"But for how long?"

"Until she finds a better guy... which would be easy to do if she tried." He looked to the door and scratched the back of his head. "But I really gotta jet it back home now. Uh. I can have Twi look into those dolls if you like?"

"Please do." Berry smiled and tossed back her hair using the back of her hand. "I'd like to have something buried back there while I'm on a shift. Squeezing now and then for the pleasure from it. Think she could shrink you to be like that? Wouldn't mind having a little dragon swimming between the sisters back there."

Spike knew it better to not give an answer to that question.

The sounds were terrible at first to the immersion of darkness everywhere. Shifting rocked the chamber to the movement of the monstrosity housing Twilight. Deeply trapped inside Spike's body, far beyond scales and skin, flesh and bone, as close one could be to another.

Twilight had let the light go out to the smothering to the one within. Eaten by the dragon to hear them talk about her. She'd lost herself to sleep. Barely getting any in that trapped place underneath his balls and the exhaustion of living through a day like this one.

The area at least had been clean and empty. Sounds from the outside were muffled through the density of the dragon that separated everything. Pounding voices nothing but whispered echoes inside here. The click of a door, large there, small here, as he must have gone home.

Would this be the remainder of her life? Spike would never be so cruel as to finish her in that fashion. But he would toy with her. Keeping her locked deeply inside of him as punishment for invading a place on him that was so intensely private—not that he was ever private about it.

Something slithered.

"H-Huh?"

Twilight shook her head and opened her eyes, returning to the present, the thundering of a heart, each a second apart, strong and powerful. First it scared her to think of being devoured into the depths of a beast. Now, however, it's strength had caused her to feel safe—in a strange way.

Something was moving about, however, in the surrounding area. In the darkness had come a light. One from the tip of the horn to illuminate the zone and the curved walls afar. Ceiling above, mostly round, with clumps of pink flesh, soft and squishy, raised and sunk into the place's waters.

From behind to the valve that had spat her here, though, was a thinness with a width of a ladder. Squinting revealed it to be a tongue. Papery in texture as eyes followed it, across its length, to its forked end. It flicked around, searching... for her?

Twilight stood up from the softness and rubbed for possible tears. Walking toward it, the serpent ceased, hovering a foot from the ground, coming to turn in sensing her. Both were slow in approaching the other as the stomach was the backdrop to the friends' reunion.

Her hand laid on one of its ends and, at once, the thing jerked out from it. Inching back before striking a lick across her face. Twilight laughed despite feeling like she shouldn't have. Seconds later, the thing bolted like a snake, wrapping over her, chest to feet, ensuring the girl entangled.

Then it whipped out of the stomach and pulled against the throat, which spasmed from the ascent, clamping and undulating, the sounds of gagging echoing around. Light loomed above and seconds later it washed across the girl. Blinding her to the view ahead.

It was one from the back of the maw, seeing the spread of the cavern, the rows of fags, the lips afar, now apart, revealing the joined palms set before them. Gravity leaned forward and Twilight with it. She fell through the cave, passing between the lips, landing on the platform of purple.

Above the weight pulled away as did one of the claws, rising to rub at his lips of spit, coming down, the second after, to pull on something. Squeaks bellowed out and torrents of water never stopped raging on. Twilight didn't have time to look behind her before seeing the thick stream that poured from the tap.

The claw passed into it, a digit passing over and pressing down on her, pinning the girl, as the water rushed over her. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she waited, washed and cleaned, feeling, at once, refreshed.

Then it pulled out, a squeak afterward, before the waters stopped.

Twilight wagged like a dog to dry the drenched mane and everything else, though it was a wasted effort as, afterward, a sea of cloth passed over her. Precise digit rendered a hill in it as the fibres collapsed on her body. Tapping in places with a little rub over her head. Once done, it pulled back, touching certain areas without shame.

Twilight glared up only to see the dragon looking away and, in being done with the cloth, set it down and reached to the toilet paper next. Ripping a slice and laying it on his palm. Still he looked away. She blinked before taking the hint. In walking over to the film of white, both of her hands grabbed the top, casting it around her, it bulky enough to hide her chest and the mass of her ass.

The massive dragon's face continued starting to the side, that was, till the movement stopped on his palm. One of his eyes cutely glanced back to see the tiny dressed. A smile washed over his lips for a moment—until his brows narrowed. "Twilight?"

Smallness. Nothingness. Pierced through like a speck.

"Y-Yes?"

His sigh and exhaled awash the palm in a storm of breath. "What the hell was all that?"

"I... I... I suppose there's not a good answer I could give you." Suddenly it came back. The betrayal of the dragon when it had mattered most. Used and abused and swallowed once it was done. Anger flashed through her in thinking she had a best friend. "B-But what about you! How could you have done all that to me! Letting that missy stuff me between her cheeks... f-fucking her while I was still there!"

There was either a wrong word or a group of them as, in an instant, anger flashed across his expression. Scales flaring and rage impaling into the glow of his eyes. Spike was set off at once in jerking his muzzle into his palm. "Are you kidding me! You really want to playback on that one? Are you sure about that!?"

"I was dropped into another woman's p-p-pussy because you let it happen! Enjoying stuffing your d-dick between those cheeks while I was there!" Twilight was shivering despite the steam that exhausted from the dragon's snout. His eyes, trained on her, to the intensity of the sun. "How could you ever do something like that to me? I thought we were friends! I-I know it wasn't... r-right, to have invaded the space around your thing."

His glare blossomed. "Don't you mean my dick?"

"Y-Yes! That word."

"And just what were you doing down there?"

"H-How about what you were doing in telling me to grab onto it! Is that some fantasy you have? To have s-someone holding onto your... t-thing!"

His eyes shut and eyebrows rose as if summing a prayer to not immediately make a mistake. No power was held here. Fighting with the giant and the beast was useless as he held all the cards—regardless of opinions. Auguring with him was foolish. Especiallyat this size. Yet her psyche demanded it be done now.

For. If it wasn't. That meant Spike, in holding all the power, always abused it... unless he changed that now. A part of her wanted to know if the dragon was still her friend despite the difference in size. If he would do what he did before and cast her like nothing. Or if she would still be treated like an equal... despite being nothing to him now.

"You and I... must not really be close... if you think sex has any importance to me." Spike's eyelids parted to reveal his orbs behind, simmering instead of boiling, a contained heat kept inside of them. "And for your information. Those times I told you to grab on? I did it for your safety.”

Twilight glared at him for that. Crossed her arms and turned her head and tilted up her snout. "Yeah right. H-How do you expect me to find that is true? Always dating someone a-and doing something you're not supposed to."

"Not supposed to?" Spike's face scrunched as he pulled back. "Who are you to tell me what I can do with who?"

Her heart hammered. Blood pumping in response to having done wrong. That little hint, dropped wrong, which gave the giant the wrong idea. Already she looked back to him in despair. The controlled rage on his face revealed how deserving she was of anything.

To be tossed back in that maw and swallowed, that lump traced down his throat and chamber rocked to the light dancing of his hips, all to show the deserved dominance over her.

Or simply held over his underwear as the waistband was tugged open, the girl, tossed in, uncared for after that. Only that she was where she belonged.

Yet none of these things happened.

Dragons were known for their temper. Greed and the need to do as they pleased. Hardly could they be blamed for the components of nature forcing them into such. In the distance was the face of the beast, devouring the view, his eyes, closing, steam exhausting from his nose.

Until his eyes opened again.

"Listen." His eyes bore down on the naked woman as she sat back on this joined palms, who gazed out at him, unsure of what she was to do. "I don't know about anything that's happening here. How you're suddenly small or wound up in my underwear of all places. Had that been anyone else—I-I would have been so kind."

Anger buzzed in his voice. Lurking. There and still seeking to punish. Yet it was restrained. Held back despite the rage being justified. Twilight leaned forward and tucked her knees to her chest, hugging around her legs, feeling herself compress.

"I know some mistake or mishap or whatever the heck must have happened for you to be even in there," Spike went on while looking to the aside as he tried to deal out his rage in whatever ways he could, "but you have to understand how that was for me. On a date and finding you down there. Having to deal with some crazy girl with a crazier fetish and keep you as safe as I could."

He chuckled. Boiling anger and bloating tensions, finding its exhaust, within a second. It always was in his wit where the answers appeared. How to deal with his feelings and how to express his thoughts. That calmness that came in a joke that caused all to laugh.

"And you could not imagine the restrain I showed in not letting myself blow the whole time."

Twilight laughed as well. The squeak of her voice drew back one of his eyes. That sparkling of emerald set at a corner to look at her. Below it was the pull of a smile truly able to be called a mile. The tension between them, if only a little, waning. "I-I... imagine that must have been difficult."

"You have no clue, Twi." That nickname. She hadn't heard it in a while. Least not from him. "Wondering why I'd been a bit... more in the mood today. Honestly didn't think I was going to make it when she had you back there. Sliding in and out like that, with you holding on—only reason I blew it inside of her."

Twilight blinked and stared off to the giant. "Really?"

"Only thing I haven't trained for."

"T-Trained? Really Spike?"

"Hey hey! I don't want to hear it from you—especially when you're the one in the doghouse this time." Spike shook his head and winds blew to the shifting of his frills. "You can't blame me for not wanting to be the guy who blows his load early. So I... practised a few things to help with that."

Twilight cocked her head to the side and never ceasing in her blinking. "How do you even practise for something like that?"

"Ironically enough—blue-balling myself." His face scrunched into itself into the form of embarrassment not usually seen. Indeed it was like he was a kid again. One having found a tiny and naked Twilight. Despite this, of course, they went on like normal—their normal. "Do the do for as long as you can and, before you finish: stop. Go do something else for a while. Then once it comes to it again, the exact same thing, curling your toes or whatever to stop yourself short again."

Twilight's mouth was long open before it produced words. "And that works?"

"Sadly," he said in withholding a breath, "yes."

Twilight brought a fist to her mouth and used it to hide her laughter.

"Hey hey! Not funny! You just don't get to—"

"Spike."

"—laugh when you... yes what?"

"I just spent the night and morning in your underwear, caught in a threesome where I was stuck on a girl's butt as you rode it and, lest we forget, then plunged deep inside of her as you... well, did what you did with that."

Spike remained silent.

"I don't think you have to worry about my laughing or holding over the fact on how you last so long in bed."

The dragon rolled his eyes. "You say that, but, I had to eat out that same girl after finishing inside of her."

Twilight scrunched her eyes. "That must not have been fun."

"Then I had to swallow it."

"I got swallowed too! I thought you were..."

"Were what? Punishing you? Punishing you and swallowing my own cum at the same time?" Spike shut an eye as the mountain of his head cocked to the side. Celestia was he striking. Handsome in a lightly cheeky way. "You know I'd never do that to you. Or, at least, not like that."

Twilight's face was confused.

"See. If I was wanting to do that—I'd wash you off first, before some mouthwash, then be an evil dragon." But he blinked and his features dropped. "But then that means I would get off to easing you for whatever reason. Or would even want to eat you for what happened back there."

Embarrassment crossed Twilight in not giving the dragon the benefit of the doubt. Insecurity dominated thoughts and feelings about him. What he must be like. What he must have thought about her. What he must be like to have gone through something like that.

Twilight hugged herself harder and, at the same time, desiring to claw herself apart for all that her psyche had tossed her through. Though a surprise came at her back. Plush though firm and sleek in its texture. She looked over her shoulder to the massive digit, vast and sprawling up from behind, which inched in circles—rubbing her back.

"But... but you seemed so into it—just like her."

Spike's face scrunched as his eyes shot down. "Oh right." He exhaled. "That." His eyes looked left, then swiped right, unable to find an escape from this. "I... kinda play myself to whatever girl I'm with. Just a thing I do. It's usually better to be like the way they imagined you to be than anything else."

"But why—"

"Were you able to hear our conversation at the table at all? On why I like to wear clothes like these and wanting to feel like an adventurer—only for her to laugh and shag it off?" The dragon, however, came to smile at this. "That tends to be a common occurrence. Just because you get with the normal populace doesn't make you normal in a sense. Everyone is mostly looking to fuck or have some fun and not much more."

He chuckled and exhaled at that. "You learn to be more like that."

Twilight looked over her knees and at her feet. Seeing all the scales that blanketed the flooring that went on beyond her vision. So small and on a palm that was now like a park. It was a living one. Warm and moving. Composed of the one she loved most. He formed violet land.

"So... what happened in the bedroom then?"

"You'd caught me by surprise there." Now it was the dragon's turn to look to the ground, the actual ground, that was vistas away. "Seeing you there and how you threw me into a shock that was a pinch of everything. Of course. Once Berry got involved—first anything was getting you out of the situation."

Twilight blushed and wiggled into herself. Fears and doubts felt so far away. Strange were they to consider. It couldn't be helped. Trapped between the giants, talking and acting as they were, to seem the worst of it all. Unable to speak or connect with her dragon, unsure of their connection still being there.

Yet that was no longer the case. One conversation changed everything. The little things littered throughout, developed by each other over the years, letting each other know, without a doubt, that connection they shared.

That it was still there.

"I couldn't break cover or anything like that." Spike shook his head, lighter this time, knowing that, no matter how small the movement, the motion would be tremendous on the tiny one. "I don't think Berry would have done anything with that information. But still. I didn't want to chance that accumulation on you."

Twilight rested her chin on her shoulders and gazed off to Spike's fantastic face. So large and yet so kind. Soft but able to strike a feeling into her heart. Grown and developed, and yet, hints of what was before still there. How cute and fat and the like he used to be. No longer so giddy. Yet retaining some of that soul from younger days. "So you took that humiliation on yourself?"

"Better on a dragon than on a princess," the giant said with tiredness in his voice. "Much better in being a bit weird and that I like to have a toy down there." Another chuckle. "Problem was I needed to talk to that toy. So I got into character. So long as you grabbed onto, well, y-yeah."

He coughed as the air became denser. "Then I could take you away and set you in a pocket or something. Do whatever it took to get Berry satisfied and then hightail it home. I was close to getting you out when you were... i-inside a certain someone. Problem was though, y-you started working... on that thing again—and by then it was too much."

Twilight's blinking came with a blush this time. "Y-You mean you didn't want me to..."

"Y-Yeah." Spike winced. "That was the part that killed me. Don't get me wrong. Berry brought me close too. Talking like that and teasing me in every way she could—that was already hard enough. I figured that, since you're a toy, you would know not to move... yet you, uh... yeah."

Twilight blushed hotter and brighter and wanted the dragon to close his claws into a dome of darkness so as to be saved from having to see his face. Those threats of wanting to latch onto this cock and get him off had all been composed by her mind after all. Since none of the above were true...

"So that means, that whole time, you were trying to save me.... and I kept making it worse on myself?"

Spike tried to smile the best he could. "We all make mistakes in the heat of the moment?"

Twilight collapsed into herself. “Oh dear Celestia I'm hopeless!” Her head fell from side to side until it faltered and hung to the left. "I did all that and you had to clean up your own mess afterward!"

Spike nodded with a grimace. "Yeeeah. I'm never giving a girl, trouble, for wanting to spit ever again."

"Spike!"

"What? It's true!"

"Spiiike!"

"Now that's something I haven't heard in a while."

Epilogue | Different Kind of Sharing the Bath

~ Epilogue ~

Different Kind of Sharing the Bath

It didn't take the duo long to catch up on the events, to patch through what they needed to, though not before long, both of them reeking of sex—the smell had caught to them. It didn't take long before the idea of a bath was needed. Showering, of course, was a tad dangerous.

"I still don't get why teleportation out from there was so hard."

Twilight rolled her eyes on resting on a raised palm, the dragon strolling to the tub, who was getting everything ready. She turned around and barked up to the underside of his jaw. "How many times do I have to tell you? My power is still the same, but its capacity relativity shrinks to me being small. I'm weaker and objects are heavier now. Teleportation out of your stomach would still require a great distance."

Spike chuckled as he leaned forward and the palm lowered, his torso shooting overhead, that slender chest of curved pecs. Light but suiting his overall physique. The wish to lay back on one, as the dragon laid back as well. To explore the slender greatness of his body would be a treat.

"And here I thought you'd wanted to rent out a room."

Twilight laughed and her gaze travelled from the chest to his collarbone, its pronounced shape, the desire to walk across it as though it were a great log of wood in a forest somewhere. The dragon pulled at a tap from greatly afar. Blurry and expansive were the edges of the tub. Waterfall summoned from its tap as the hurling of the torrent crashed down.

"Closest place I'd think of bunking would be the front of your underwear, Spike."

Everything froze. Both the giant and the tiny. The words keeping in the air and persisting as the waterfall became like a dam unleashing torrents on torrents of withheld water. Crashing into the empty of the tub's ocean, filling it, as both were still and silent in the admittance of the previous fact.

Then the dragon stood up and raised his palm with him, the world lowering around Twilight, as she came up, all so very close, to before his snout. His eyes were narrowed with an eyebrow possessing the arch of a bridge. "You want to explain yourself a bit better Twi?"

"J-Joke! It was a joke!"

"Joke now?"

"Mmhmmm!" Nervous laughter to hide the seed of her crime. "Just joking! B-Because of all we went through! You're pretty impressive down there, Spike—no joke! T-Though I don't have a way of knowing how good due to—"

"And just how did you wind up there in the first place?"

Twilight forgot her next words before they were even spoken. Here was the mass of a dragon staring at her, a world away and a world around, a skyscraper in reverse as the thickness of his torso shot downward. "O-Oh that! It is. W-Well. You s-see..."

She continued to sit and bunched her legs to herself again. Heart racing and body fuzzy and the need to lie present. But... she couldn't. The girl couldn't bring herself to be so horrible. Doing what she did, getting out of it so easily... to then lie on top of it.

To lie to the dragon, she wanted to become closer with her, yet in every action, it caused them to be further apart. It just wouldn't do. Shake of her head to settle her will on doing what was right. Damn the consequences that would follow.

"Spike? I... have something to confess."

His gigantic eyes went wider at the use of words, and he ended up sitting at the edge of a tub, the ocean, still filling, beneath and behind him. The spade of his tail resting into the rising waters like a monster beneath the sea. Little flicks summoning tremendous waves.

And then the boy sighed. "What did you do now, Twilight?"

There it came in the pouring of the water. Steam coming from the ocean floor. Nothing in the room but the duo, naked in more ways than one, together, in a way no so for a while. Twilight looked at her feet and wiggled her toes for the sake of an excuse to have her eyes on them.

"I... haven't had much experience, y-y'know, with b-b-boys throughout most of my life." The words were hard to get out and they sounded so weak because of exactly that which they admitted. It sounded so hollow and each thorn-syllable needed to be squeezed out through her throat. "Beyond you? There's only been a few I've swung close to. But I've never had any proper friends that were stallions. Closest I've ever had to a friend in the opposite sex has always been you."

Spike chuckled and his eyes dashed to the tub, seeing how the water pool, maybe thankful for a place to set his sights on. At least he had the higher ground in more areas than one. Needing to know when to close the tap and all that. "And here I thought I was your closest friend overall."

"You are."

He looked back at her.

And surprisingly enough.

She looked up to the scary and gigantic dragon that she loved.

"You were my first friend, my best friend and, despite all that has happened, my greatest friend of all." Twilight smiled at him, though it wavered, and she had to fight to keep it. "I love all the girls and all the new friends I met on the way." She chuckled. "I don't hold anyone as better—only different. But even then... I've always held a sweet spot for you."

Spike came to smirk without meaning to. "That's due to veteran status. Your mental breakdowns were way worse back then."

"Oh hush."

"Make me."

"I could before!"

"We in before times now?"

"That sentence doesn't even make sense!"

"Since when have I ever made sense?"

"I don't like you."

"Yet you want to end up in the front of my underwear?"

"Spike!"

"Hey! I should be the one that gets to yell your name—invasion of privacy and all that."

Twilight wanted to retort but couldn't. The dragon hit a nail and wasn't serious about it at all. Yet it drew her back, as it should, to admitting the truth on the matter. "I-I'm sorry for that Spike. I really am. I did something... you might not like."

His next sigh was like an exhaust of tension as it thundered a little in the air. "It's alright, Twilight. Just tell me what you did. I'll... do my best to not get too mad—even if it's horrible."

Moments were needed to think more about this. The best way to explain how horrible of a person she was in the kindest terms possible. Yet tailoring it to her end, even in success, would cheat them both in the end.

Sometimes, no matter the end, it's better to be genuine, as to not regret the past.

"You're the only friend that's a guy that I know, that I trust, that I... like. Liked for a long time and for more of what's at the front of your underwear." Twilight dipped her face between her knees and spoke louder as a result. "I was okay to be alone for a while. It always made me wonder why I didn't mind having a special guy or girl in my life."

She shook her head, cheeks rubbing on her knees, to help her deal with the feeling. "But all that started to change once you did. Being home less and seeing others more. I always used to tease you about all the dates you were getting. B-But then. When I actually saw you with a girl, down the street and arms locked, looking so happy and... taken away."

Twilight buried herself further into herself. "It killed me on the inside seeing you with someone else. You were... you were never mine. Yet I always thought we belonged to each other in a sense. Then we started becoming distant. And then I started craving that someone in my life."

Her face raised as his face dropped. Spike looked to the ground and the curve of his eyes reflected the little one. "And did you find that someone?"

She smiled weakly. "Looked around and did my best to find someone. Yet... none were quite like you." She even giggled cutely too. Covering a hand over her mouth and turning her head to hide her adorable embarrassment. "The more and more I compared others to you, slowly, I started to wonder why I hadn't picked you. Then the doubts started flooding in. You were always a cute little dragon never being able to get his Rarity."

"Rub it in why don't you?"

"But now you can get any girl you please, for a day or for a week or for a month and, when I consider all the people you could get... I wondered, then, why you would ever come to pick someone like me."

Spike's brow narrowed, and immediately, he was on her. "Hey hey hey! That's no reason to talk yourself down like that! There are a thousand reasons why a guy would choose you! Just look at all your friends and how much they care for you. You'd win someone on that alone."

"You don't really date for friendship, do you, Spike?"

Spike lost it in his face. That summoned rage at his closest friend being down like that. Rather his eyes trailed back again and he couldn't find a word to save him. Looking over to the tub, he saw that it was nearly full and, reaching over to the tap, pushed it closed. "Look Twi. It's a complicated issue—alright?"

Twilight swallowed and decided to test the waters. "Does it have to do... with how much you're ready to go down there?"

Spike stopped for a few moments as life flooded out through him. Sighing, he nodded, leaning back and looking down at the girl. "You got me. It's not a matter of complication—it's simply me being terrible."

Twilight scrunched her face. "Terrible?"

The dragon nodded as he stood proper again. He walked over to the sink, each boom of a step, rocking across the bathroom, to the aerial view of the sink. The palm holding Twilight was lowered to it and slowly, she hopped off it, skipping a few steps on the polished white.

Before turning around to the stripping dragon.

"It seems like all I want to do now is mate." His arms went to the bottom of his shirt and he pulled it up, the relation beneath, coming slow, the chiselled abs, each a flexing island, with a smooth slope of a trench between them all. "It's not even me that wants to do it anymore. It's that thing down there. It always wants to go and, even though I'm tired of it, the only way to be cleared of it for a while... is to do as it wants."

Twilight couldn't help but look to the front of the dragon's pants, seeing a bulge across it already, thick and straining the fabric, the little throbs, each one pushing harder—causing a face of discomfort above. "I-I guess it makes sense. Dragons usually mate intensely to spawn as many offspring as possible to either strengthen or assert themselves. But that's no reason to feel ashamed."

It was hard to see him from here, at least, when the horizon was composed of his stomach. Twilight craned back her neck from the corner of the sink, looking as high up as she could, all the way to his distant face—which was one with the clouds. So high and blurry, yet retaining the feeling she loved so much at looking at it.

Soft and handsome and kind.

"But don't you ever wonder why I've never kept with the same girl?"

Twilight's mouth was open and the blinking of eyes seemed to be a requirement. It had been odd that there'd been so many after hitting his age. He'd been a dragon wanting a single girl for a decade. Yet now. Every day was a different date.

"Either you get bored of someone really quickly," Twilight followed the train of logic, verbally, in not raising her eyes above the trenches of his abs set afar, "or nobody can keep up with you."

His long and slow and hard chuckles spoke the tired pain behind each drop. "Mark me as terrible for a mixture of the two."

Instinct shook Twilight's head. "You're not terrible."

"Even after what you went through today?"

"All of that was my fault." Would this be the confession? He sat on the edge of the tub as the water finished pouring, the stage of his claw, shooting up, the world beyond, blurring down, before his face loomed afar. "If you were terrible... then you would have done everything I feared you would do. Yet despite how pent up you were... you still saved me."

Twilight turned her head and covered her giggles with a hand. "And ate something you normally wouldn't."

A loose chuckle from him. "Thanks."

She returned to face him. Standing before that giant face as behind him, everything was blurred, nothing but colors merged. Totally naked before his vision and no longer minding that. "Spike. I've... liked you now. Really for a long time. But I was scared of what you were becoming. How... active you were in certain areas. So I did something. Something that makes me far more terrible than you can imagine."

His eyes narrowed in the distance. "What did you..."

The answer seemed to click without her answering.

Yet Twilight gave it anyway. "I don't have much experience with guys, and so, I-I thought that... if I examined you a bit as you slept—" she gulped "—that maybe I would become more comfortable with all the aspects... that makes a guy a guy."

She threw up her hands before the imposing gaze of the dragon. "B-But I didn't do anything t-too awful! M-Might have felt around you a bit. Maybe a kiss on your c-cheek and sometimes closer on certain days." Quickly her breath was gaining and the big world seemed to be shrinking around her. "I-I didn't mean to be creepy! Just that I... I..."

An exhale blew from afar.

Firm lips that sprawled and curved to the sides, a glint teased from behind them, white and bright, the fangs acting as the gate to the cave within. Twilight squeaked in the sudden anger possible from the dragon. Nothing else, though, followed it.

"That was it? You felt around me when I slept?"

"Y-Yes?"

"Twilight... I've had girls that..." His eyes clenched and he coughed to end that sequence. "If you needed help with guys, really, all you had to do was ask. I would have let you do whatever you liked. Even if you did feel something for me, I would..."

Twilight looked down at that. Beyond the swell of her breasts to the tautness of her belly. Seeing purple toes, below, that wiggled into each other. Smooth scales shifted beneath her feet as the land flexed by a little. "You would have... what?"

His head fell back from their might perch between his shoulders, the underside of his jaw, firm and like a park, teasing to a feeling of masculinity she wanted to explore. Seconds later came the rocketing of steam from his lips—followed by words. "I don't know. I... I like you, Twi. In more ways than I should. If that was an angle you wanted to go, maybe, we could work out like that."

His head shook, forever slowly, in being unable to accept the concept in being still. "But I'm not a good dragon Twi. I date around just to get off and to see if someone will finally make me feel different. If it were just you and I..."

"I might not be enough?"

"You'd always be enough Twilight." The statement came with a sincerity that could not be faked and was not made for her sake. It was a truth he was glad that was actually the truth. Enough to evoke a laugh from the volcano of his presented throat next. "Especially if we're doing strange crud like this. I would need to cut back how much I'm... y' know. Doing it."

Twilight swung her arms behind her back and stepped the same. In looking over her shoulder to the gaps between the bridges of his digits, far below, was the view to the pants below. Swell developed in their midst. The largeness of a beast growing again. "What if I could help you with that?"

Spike's head lurched forward as his face stole the frame of the beyond. "H-How do you mean?"

This was the point for words to be careful. In stealing a step forward, the little one gazed up at the beast, doing her best to smile, a chest stuck out. His giant eyes glued to the tiny mounds composed of lavender. Heated dough that appeared plush. Nearly delicious enough to be taken like a marshmallow.

"After today, I'm... not really afraid of you or your thing or anything you could do to me anymore." Twilight reached the edge of the palm to the road of wrist that sloped down and, to the right of it, seeing down to the brim of his pants. "And you didn't really get to enjoy yourself with Berry because of me. We're both going to be taking a bath together anyway. So why don't I... help you and make up for before?"

Flabbergasted was the dragon in the inability to process the offer. In looking down to his pants and seeing the joy, now pressing, into the front of his pants. Bulging quickly and evoking a pain moan in a second. How his eyes fell on the little one, now, a little brighter than before.

"You'd be willing... to help me out with that?"

Twilight blushed with her hands still behind her back, now looking to the side, doing her best to not fumble terribly. "I mean. I did spend the whole day with it. Holding onto it while you did... what boys do." She chuckled and blushed harder for it. "I wouldn't mind. Maybe I would even enjoy it. E-Especially if it would help you clear your mind for a while."

Spike's eyes darted to the side as well. "I can go pretty tough."

"And I think I can take it."

That drew chuckles from the two as the bath was filled and waiting for them. Looking to the water and knowing all was too far to be backed from now, the dragon looked to the little one, head now cocked, choosing to give in to his temptation. "Alright. You win. But where should I put you for the time being."

Twilight smirked with a face still turned, a single eye going to him, an expression that said everything. "Where do you think?"

He blinked. "Oh."

It took a moment for the titan to rise from the tub, a great squeaking from the leaving of his bottom, ceasing, only as he stood. Seconds passed until a shadow loomed over the little one. Twilight turned to the sky to see the twin digits crashing down, both claiming her, at the sides, and holding her as such.

She was lifted from the palm as it shrank away and fell below. Lowering all the way to his jeans, in which, he tugged out with a digit. Underwear too as the dim cavern was revealed. Stinking of sex and cock and musk that was captivating.

"In here?"

"Please."

Spike never expected to reach such a moment in his life, in tugging out the front of his jeans, holding his best and shrunken friend over the opening, needing to drop her in with his cock before sealing the dome shut. In looking down from his great height above, she seemed so small, nearly like a speck of purple, forever lowered down, that was, until reaching the pulled brim of his briefs.

Lowering and lowering until the light went to dark and the world started to be composed of him. Seeing the slope of fabric and denim as Twilight was brought to the resting place of the beast. His cock was hard, forming the space, pushing into the article. In hovering Twilight above his middle, he let go, the little one falling, crashing, pelting the skin of the beast.

Spike winced and his cock lurched at the contact. Throbbing up and forcing her down to the ground. She yelped and hugged his base. Arms unable to go around and that little chest squishing into his thing. Now that he was aware she was down there, like this, it hurt so well to feel her clinging to his meat.

After drawing out his claw, he still looked inside, at how she held on, needing nothing more to do so. Unsure of what to do next, he did what he should, letting the elastic snap around his waist, sealing her inside—at least for the moment.

Moments passed before he walked again. Striding toward the counter and feeling his dick grind into the front of his pants. There was an added pressure to an inch on him. Tiny bulge able to be made out on the front. Constricted from the stretched stitching into the hardness of his penis.

It turned him on to think a bit like that. To throw his claws behind the back of his head and push out his waist, feeling the material strain harder into him, the pressure, tighter, rubbing over the shape of his thing.

The little one inside, forced harder into his cock, as the fabric's slope, pulled left on second, right the next, the world forcing Twilight into different ways into his dick.

Yet the woman continued to work into him. Crawling up and down, little kisses to itty-hands searching over what they could. Moans were low and long drawn on coming out. Harder and harder and the building of a bust rising forevermore in his base.

Spike pulled his shirt off first. Doing the next with his pants as he pushed them down. Stripped to nothing but his underwear, he stared at the mirror, vain as he was, not minding the view. Slender body that was chiselled in all the right places. The bulge in his briefs, thick and long, thinning the article.

Though they would need to go soon.

His claws went to his hips and, in pushing down on the waistband, his cock slid out from the pair, a leg raised to leave the hole, revealing the bounce to his meat and the one left to ride it. Twilight was still wrapped to it. Tightly so. Not risking wanting to fall.

She may not have even realized her current freedom in how she was looking down. Over the side of his meat to the legs sprawling down to hell. Needing to hold his cock tighter to be safe. Looking over her shoulder, up to the sky, to see his face.

Spike chuckled. Never did he imagine that Twilight Sparkle out of anyone would be like this. Holding onto him so tightly in being unable to let go. Once more he turned, his cock lurching to the right, a yelp from the girl, sliding back on the member, spreading her legs, wider, as to allow more of his heated goodness into her.

And he strode.

Each step, titanic, to the bob of his rod, which swung up and fell down, jittering around, due to the power forced through him. Each footstep was firm in how it quaked into the ground. Blasting in sound and forcing his meat to fly around.

Soon it came time for his leg to raise over the tub and his body turned in the air and, at once, the little one on his dick, in sliding down to his head, was forced to cling to him. His body spanning the sky above as his torso blocked all light. How directly beyond the tip of his dick was the ocean encompassed in the tub.

Once his feet came crashing into the tub, however, the dragon switched onto his back. Lowering slowly into the waters as it rushed over his stomach like water flooding over an island. His balls were the first to sink beneath the surface. His dick lowered too, disappearing underneath the heated waters, inch after inch, slumbering below.

Spike rested his head on the slope of the tub, and finally, was able to relax for the first time today. His following sigh and closing of his eyes was the release to all the tensions held throughout the day. In the coming seconds, though, he decided to check on his little friend in being submerged in the water.

His eyes opened to a view that evoked a low laugh.

Twilight had been in chaos ever since being dropped inside his underwear, back to straddling his cock for life once more, forced to hold on and slide around, in many ways, as the dragon went to get into the water. Had this been his revenge for earlier, then surely, she had paid the price by now.

But then his body dipped into the water and its surface rose across his body. She'd been hugging the hunk as, below, his crotch disappeared beneath the surface of the water. Slowly the water rose across his length, coming to claim him, and she, without hope, was forced to climb up.

Nothing but pink was of her vision. Think like the base of a tree though soft at the surface and curving broadly around. Steam floated in the mist though its height never beat the relaxed beast. Water licked at her heels the further it came up and, in the distance, groans of the dragon quaked across the tub.

Twilight reached the head of the dick and found the water to have stopped chasing, the dragon now fully inside the tub, resting back, a length of being unable to be comprehended. She took a moment on her perch of the penis to look around.

Far to the sides where the curved and smooth white walls, forever going up, to a world beyond that was unseen. Beyond the head of the dick was teased the extent of his legs. Submerged beneath the water though their mass not hidden from above the surface.

The same was true behind, the belly and chest, below the water, appearing like a sunken island. Greatly afar was the dragon's head. Able to steal the back of the tub, all of the space, now composed of him. How utterly gigantic he was.

"Having fun?"

Twilight was sprawling over the top of his cock, unable to cover that in body alone, and yet, clinging to it the best she could. "Surprisingly enough? I don't mind this."

His relaxed face cocked to the side, the motion, summoning waves from the waters below. Crazy and massive and yet not much in comparison to the rest of the tub. "Really?"

Twilight chuckled in adjusting herself. Doing her best to sit up and on the head of his thing. Being able to rest her bottom on the slit of his dick, the meat, strong enough, to support her weight. She crossed her legs and giggled. "You'd think after a day of going what I went through, maybe, I would want a break."

But she shook her head. "But I've lived my life repressed of being close to a guy like this." She then smiled. "Much less in where we both actually know what's going on. I don't think I've had my fill of this yet. At least not enough to make up for the however many years."

"How many exactly?"

"I can bite each one if you like."

"Maybe some things are better off as a mystery."

Both of them smiled at that. Nothing was said for a while aside from the odd splashing of water. Each looked at the other, the giant dragon lying back in the tub and the little lover sitting on his cock. It throbbed still, every now again, giving her a lift and a boost, a surprise to hold on as her ass ground across his top.

Every time it happened, they laughed, knowing what needed to come next, however, being unsure of how to go about it. Twilight continued to sit there and look at the dragon with an expression that teased him. Something delectable, sitting on his cock, legs crossed and torso bent forward, looking at him, teasing him to use her.

"Aren't you going to grab me?"

His face looked to her for a moment and, with a slow nod, he brought a claw to claim her, raising her from the meat and drawing her to his face, forcing her to be before the majestic scale of him for a while. His mouth opened and warm air blew out. It teased her little sensitive everything.

Then his lips closed and his eyes glossed over her, their glow, of course, seeing over. Twilight was panting and every heated nerve, tingled, in being pleased. Soon his lips spread into a smirk and she was cast toward the entrance of the cavern.

Soft were the lips but strong was their purchase. Sinking a little into the malleable scales until the density of softness proved to be too resilient. Twilight moaned in closing her eyes and rolling between the pair, in love with the feeling—another sense washing over her quick.

The lips opened an inch, allowing a breast to fall within, closed on instantly, the softness of the lips, rolling around the mound, coming to play with it. Twilight screamed in pleasure in being toyed. That serpent of a tongue, hidden inside that maw, flicking at her breast.

She could feel his eyes too. So high above and looking down, gauging her reactions, doing everything to please her. He'd become an alpha and knew to control the scene from experience. Twilight herself couldn't even be mad. Something about being brought to a toy, one pleased and used to please, had done a number on her.

That was until the lips zoomed away and the claw dragged her back. She was hunched and facing down as the digits pinched at her waist. She panted, unable to catch her breath, her body burning alive, the heat of her pussy, like fire blazed over it, needing to be pleased.

"Hold on."

It was barked like a request even though it sounded like an order. Hunched over, still, the little one raised Twilight head, doing so, to the rising of a pink pillar. Her head rose higher in an inability to see the height of the tip above. Only in looking forward to see she was somewhere along its base.

Without needing to be commanded or told, little arms reached out for the cock and, on wrapping around it, the digits brought to it. Twilight clumped her thighs the best she could around the thickness, unable to hug it all, her softness now collapsing on the hardness.

Within seconds it was take-off. The digits that pressed on her waist, shot up and back down, over and over, forcing her across the towering pinkness. Wind blew in the heat and the smell of musk. Easily love came. Tongue spewing beyond her lips in the thrill of being used.

Twilight rocketed across the pink curve as the dragon continued to groan from afar, each throb of his meat, now pushing back, forcing her into a lock between it and his digits. Her pussy rushed across the smooth hardness, it more heated than her, delivering the pressure needed to please her.

Her hands felt across him, as in the coming seconds, his digits released let go of her waist. It didn't last for long as a shadow loomed above. Twilight knew what came next as darkness arrived in the form of a claw slapping into his cock, the palm causing her to disappear from view underneath it.

Everyone darkened inside of here. Sounds echoed and the world beyond muffled. Pressure mounted from everywhere as the force shot Twilight across the cock, from bottom to top, a squeeze compressing her, that was, as the dragon continued to beat himself off.

How did this face look from beyond? Would it be as primal as she would like it to be? His head raised up and his face out as much as it could. Pleased with a dashing of euphoria? Tongue out as he stroked his cock as another was trapped inside his grasp?

Was that what caused him to go harder and faster? The smooth smacked of every attack that rang in her ears as everything blurred and the scent of sex burned forever thicker? Twilight didn't mind the heat developing across her chest or thighs or into the developing wetness of her pussy. Everything got her off.

She wouldn't have minded to tease him alone. To service his cock as he watched from afar. Going up and down it, doing all that she could to make it blow, to see white loads, shooting up, crashing down in blobs.

Or to be dropped in a sock and resting in a hammock at his back, waiting, of course, until the beast was slid through as well. One with his meat as he beat with her inside of it. Of all the things they could try, could do, now that there was a chance of them being together.

It didn't take long for the dragon to come to a close, in the speed reaching its apex, feeling a pumping beneath the density of the pillar. His palm slid to his head and waited, of course, for the eruption of a lifetime. Twilight started at the slit and blinked in knowing what came.

Then it came. Shot after shot. Billows of white, launching up, crashing into the ceiling in which she kept. Splash after slash of burning milk, sweet like honey, dousing every inch of it. More than a few splashed onto her pussy, burning her lips forevermore, sinking inside, teasing her tunnel of love like nothing else.

Her thighs clamped together and a whine escaped her in feeling release. Coming as a dragon erupted over her body with the fullness of his dick. In the time it was over, they kept like that for a while, the girl lowered a moment after that, beneath the underside of the dwindling cock.

Twilight had wondered why this was the case, but quickly, the reason became clear. On either side were the piles of legs that composed this section of water. Before her was the smooth edge of the crotch and the cock, utterly gigantic, slowly losing its size. It was still large and tall and unlike anything else.

Something that belonged to a painting.

But the palm lowered her below its base to the balls underneath, the top of the sack, above the water, to where the little one would be safe to relax. Twilight laughed as one of the digits touched down on top of the orb. Slowly she walked across it, coming to hop down on the island, feeling it sink a bit, a film of water rising over, that was, until all settled again.

Twilight looked around in amazement to the view. Over the edge of the sack to see the swell of the balls, clear in being underwater, to how far they went down. Or how above was the lurch of a dick, still like a crane one would see dockside, keeping there, reminding her of her place between greatness.

She walked to the back of the sack, coming to rest to the curve between here and the starting of the cock above, where she would be saved to relax, coming to spread her legs once more. Already her fingers were buried in the fluff over her cunt as fingers teased into her slit.

Already ready to go again.

As above.

A claw passed over the member, titanic digits, wrapping over it, seeming ready to pump again.

Author's Note

In honor of the twink and squeak boi himself, the meek, the peak, Duke Lucifuge

There are only so many tropes and concepts and perspectives you can write, within the desired medium, before it all stales a little. One is limited by what they choose not to explore. Being a commission writer forces one to write outside the usual material and, beyond that, to understand the subject well enough to write it well.

And the above is all the fancy excuses I could profess in coming to write some gay ass shit.

In truth the above is not gay. Really it's written from a woman's perspective on liking a guy—and the varied components and aspects that go into that. I couldn't bring myself to write gay works, fully, for two reasons.

One is the lack of empathy and the second is the lack of research.

To write a subject well, one must understand it and, to understand something, you must possess either empathy or information on the matter—and even that information requires heart to be processed.

You 'get' or 'understand' something when, in being said something, you're able to repeat it in different words or, in coming from someone else's perspective, able to what they would think, feel, like or dislike on a matter. You're able to process like them: mentality and all that.

To write some gay stuff, first, I would need to either find or read about a few, how they feel and think about other men, what they find attractive and whatnot. Differences in flirting and all that other stuff. Once you get the social and psychological things out of the way—how romance is like and how it tends to go in the typical relationship—you would have to deal with sex.

And then I would have to read gay porn.

And then I would have to have to read a lot of gay porn in the hopes of doing it well.

I cite the above as an excellent excuse for why this story wasn't written the best. Its low quality may be excused as, for the same reason I have not read gay porn, still, I haven't read a lot of eroticism from a woman's POV. Thus this story is not the best in regards to that.

And that I am brilliant in coming up with excuses on why my shit sucks ass.

Formal crap out of the way. Yes, indeed, I am back. Back writing some gay stuff, which is not quite gay, but, when you think about it: is kinda gay. One of these days I'll write some proper gay stuff for the sake of doing it. But now a moment to be serious.

I think one can only write the same kind of content for so long before they grow tired of it. Writing romance stories from the POV of Spike tends to be the same. Lonely and depressed boy who sees these mares as extraordinary and booming is at least 45% of my fics. Reasons for them being grand and the like.

But what I've found more interesting as of late is to do the reverse. To write it from their POV. It's, for this reason, I enjoy stories like Don't Fall In Love with Your Assistant and Just a Blowjob and the like. It's far more entertaining to hit it from the other side as it's something new.

Of course this feeling has sipped into micro.

One must be willing to follow their wit—no matter where it goes. It's like a strange compulsion that, even though you have no clue where you are going, for whatever reason, the feeling is right and, at the end of the long and curving road, you are sure it will have taken you down the right path.

So this fic came about due to being willing to follow that wit, try a sex fic from a drastically different POV and, more importantly, to honour a bullshit bet I had made with a friend long ago. Stakes are fantastic for they are the violent belief either in yourself or your opinion. Winning or losing, is always fun, as it causes the scene to become loud and excited to become standard.

It had been more than a few months when Dead by Daylight had been expected with the boys. Duke was talking himself up as the killer and we, being cunts, thinking him to be shit, and us the greatest, agreed we could beat him easily.

He proceeded to bring the most broken loadout known to man, against a new player who had no clue how totems worked and, being honour bound, I was forced to write this story. Truth is I would have written him a story, no matter what, for the following reasons.

Duke is a twink and a femboy and probably one of the kindest people you will meet. He is squeaky clean across the metric in areas most have gone crusted and cynical. He's retained his youth, giddiness, and a tad of innocence despite the requestion of frequent gay porn.

More surprisingly.

He is a real one.

I have met many talented and celebrated people in my life and, as our friendship goes on, something comes up, one thing or another, that usually destroys it. People say they have your back though rarely do their actions back it up.

The truth of the matter is one should never feel the need to ask if someone has your back. Rather their actions back it. In always being there, in helping you or giving you shit for something deserved, there is that feeling, a notion rather, that they are there.

That nothing can really break it.

And I have that feeling with Duke. The hardest part about writing about good people is that qualities that make them tend to be consistent but small things. Ultimately I think it's because Duke cares. If I talk about a story I'm writing, it is often ignored by everyone—but he'll ask about it.

If I'm in a VC, alone, as I usually am—he'll hop in, hang for a bit, even if we're both silent.

The truth of the matter is that Duke is a good kid. That despite most of us getting tainted by a certain age to a collection of experiences to the passing of a particular intelligence—he seems unable to become toxic or negative or the like.

Rather it seems impossible.

And I wish I could write more good things about him. But he's just a good lad. He's a real one and he does good things. It's because of how he is that, easily, someone who is a ghost to everyone can be one with him.

I have the strange feeling that I will be gone at 25, and so, in leaving behind these blogs as some collection of my life, I would like to state that Duke was probably one of the best finds that I had in this fandom. Despite all the negative events and toxic people, those who preach themselves as more, of being empathic but instead were judgmental—Duke was none of that.

Most people here—most of the people in the world—feel the need to be or prove something. But Duke is just content. He's an anchor like that. He is just good and does good things and does not need to say more about it. He doesn't need to preach he's an understanding fellow or that he has your back.

Rather he listens and truly listens. He's there when you need him. Those are the actions that prove the qualities without him having to say a word on it. In truth he's probably unaware of all this because he doesn't possess the cynicism to view any of this as anything special.

In all the groups and all the friends and all the people that have come and gone, out of them all, Duke is the only one to consistently remain. He is the punching bag of most of the gatherings and others usually tend to steal the spotlight. Yet once the stage empties, he still tends to stick around while others have left.

I would think in the writers I have grown close to here on this site, of the mentors I kept close to and learned from that, at the end, after those friendships and the like, at the end, it was always Duke at the end of it all. In my life as a writer or as 'B', even in my real life as well, it's always been him that's been the consistent friend.

I suppose I'm a little bit shit in saying what he does and is for me rather than the reverse—but alas I am a selfish person. Despite the learning I've had from those mentors and great timers from those other writers, at the end of it all, it's always been Duke, always willing to talk, always willing to listen and understand that, really, the kid is more of an anchor than I ever expected.

He's just consistently good.

And my biggest failing as a writer will be the inability to produce the works that express my gratitude for it. Out of all those that have come and gone, were tight and now distant, bonds shared now mattering nothing... you were always the one that stuck around.

You were always my consistent friend.

I don't know how much worth such a title has in coming from me.

But I wish you well Duke. Though many of us present ourselves as better due to wit and charm and talent and whatnot—you were always better than us all. Going to school and finding yourself a placement and nailing a job and keeping to doing the right thing. No problems or beef or contrary to anything.

You just live, enjoy, and be content.

And that itself is an anchor to those who appear themselves as more—but truly are nothing underneath it. Without a doubt you will do well in life. I may not know exactly what your path is, though, without a doubt, you possess the qualities to walk well in any course of your choosing.

It's always been my quote to be well to do well.

And you've always done as such—excellently.

~ Yr. Pal, B ~