A Day with His Dick

~ 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.