A Day with His Dick

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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.