The Bug, The Sun, and a Tiny Pony
The Bug, The Sun, and a Tiny Pony
B_25 & Vanilla Beam
Vanilla sighed blissfully in the presence of his dates, still bewildered of how he scored not one but two princesses. Okay, so maybe Chrysalis wasn't a princess. But she was a queen. When he thought about it, it caused her to be a higher standing than Celestia in title.
Queen beats princess.
But then his head fell the other way. Chrysalis might have been a queen of a hive, but Celestia was a princess of a nation. She stood for and accounted for me. The castle and kingdom. The running of society. The maintenance of noble families. Having a school that made way for ponies like Twilight Sparkle.
Princess beats queen outside of a title.
Then his head fell over his other shoulder, a cute, confused expression on him, one that earned the stares of his dates. They sat on the other side of the table, needing to look down to see the cute boy. Yet, as impolite as it was for him to be like this, both were charmed by his young, goofy personality.
Both leaned forward, lips at the ready, each to steal a cheek. Then they glanced at each other, huffed a little, and pulled back. Both waited for the boy to come out of his apparent daze.
Vanilla's eyes narrowed. Princess Celestia wasn't even a princess anymore, so that meant Chrysalis would be above now, right? No, wait. That wasn't right, either. Because she wasn't a queen anymore either. Both of them had effectively quit their roles in life.
Which was probably the only reason why they were able to have the time to even love him.
He looked down at the thought without a frown and a minuscule huff. He and the former princess started dating after she descended from the throne, and the two happened to meet. He'd gotten into an accident, and she had not only saved him—but nursed him back to health.
The boy had been worried the lovely mare would leave him at the end of his recovery but, even though he was back to fighting power, the girl still doted on him. It was as though Celestia were responsible for making sure that she was eating, living, and sleeping well. That, and getting his needed affection.
And not being led into the pits and traps the naive might become captured by. The former princess walking by his side caused most dangers—and mares that simply were no good for him—to be cast aside in their presence. The boy was protected and, most importantly, belonged only to her.
Celestia still needed someone to tend to, and she found the outlet for her affectionate nature in Vanilla.
Celestia's beaming face disintegrated into the look of a bad Tuesday as she turned to the other present. Her shoulders dropped with the weight of the malice intent felt from Chrysalis. Her snout scrunched at the reeling of a memory—and why she still did not trust the former foe.
It'd been days before the dawn of Hearts and Hooves. Celestia snuck out early with a note. It said she would be gone and for him not to get into trouble. She worried that he would be scared of leaving the house without her—but disregarded that thought.
...and blushed at the idea of a small lover being that dependent on her.
Nonetheless, she had left to get a dress, a cake, and a place booked. It all was to be perfect while she was gone. However, while Princess Celestia was gone, someone else had stolen her model.
Chrysalis, although reformed, wasn't beyond deviousness. She'd been watching her former foe with interest in how she'd found love. Hiding in bushes and disguising herself as other ponies, she watched and watched, more confused than malicious. She wanted to figure the mystery out.
It had been true love. Chrysalis knew this from the power of Celestia's and Beam's connection. It was sweet, weak, genuine and fragile. Despite those things, the love was pure, which even lifelong lovers struggled to attain—much less maintain. What they had, despite the strangeness of the difference between them, was love at its finest.
Love without shape that slowly developed into a form would be unique, representing the apex of their joint existence. Such a harvest would be able to sustain Chrysalis for a lifetime even if she only seeped a fraction of its capacity.
It was an old trick of the retired villain. Living off the public love of friends and lovers and ponies in general... while it was enough to sustain her, it left her... wanting more. Chrysalis had only been drinking the power of love to fill the emptiness within. The swirling absences within her husk.
But no matter how much she gulped, that love, that buzzing of warmth, that feeling of fulfillment that caused other ponies to be glad to be alive... had never been with her. No matter the power source, it could never fill an abyss.
That, however, was better than nothing.
But as Chrysalis laid in wait for that love to develop into a beating source of energy, she found herself putting herself into Celestia's shoes in taking an interest in the boy. It wasn't so much that he was anything extraordinary. Rather, he was a good-natured boy who only wanted to please her and to do well.
Those might have been simple facts, something the complex could mock and feel superior over, but, in a world filled with ponies with tricks up their sleeves, where conversations became games of language... it was refreshing to see something honest.
Where you did not have to worry about the intent behind the boy. That his heart was pure and his head was clear. In seeing something sweet in genuine, one, after getting over their cynical nature, they want to protect that innocence.
These ponies, princess and queen, had lost that innocence in dealing with the world. They became better and worse for it. But that pure nature was now beyond them. So now seeing it in the boy who, in turn, wanted nothing more than to make them happy and proud... brought the bubbling of feelings.
Chrysalis wouldn't have to worry, like she did with the rest of her children, of him betraying her. She could lead him to learn a few tricks and to try a few things that the sweet angel Celestia would never allow. So when the princess had left, the foe transformed, burnt that note, and became his for the next while.
She grinned while taking him to a bar, but kept her foreleg around his shoulders at all times. In pouring him a drink, but only letting him take a sip, and then cutting him off there. Chrysalis let him ride on her back as he snoozed, coming to bare her fangs at those who dared near or who uttered a tease.
What Chrysalis had found the night she brought Vanilla home, and tucked him into bed, was that, despite drinking none of his love, that she had felt loved for the first time. She was full. Her husk felt pleasantly bloated with a feeling of personal fulfillment and life.
She snuck into bed with him, and opened her forelegs, feeling the boy wiggle into her arms. Her face took to a poomf of elation as his form curved into her soft belly. He sunk into the plushness, wriggling into the warmth, coming to nuzzle the fur as it fuzzed warmly.
The boy continued to sleep, and the stupid, happy smile, refused to be wiped from the cynic's face. Deciding not to think, as it would ruin the one good feeling not before felt, the girl stroked the boy's head. Soothing his breathing and brushing his mane. She watched his peaceful expression, unable to suppress the urge to lean down and kiss him on the snout.
It caused Chrysalis to feel whole, and she slept next to him, the first time she'd ever shared a bed with another. She had been strong, powerful, full of pride and aching with loneliness. It'd been her fate as she attested herself to be so much—alone. In order to keep up the face of a legend, one must never reveal anything beyond it.
And that meant for a lonely existence.
But none of that matters. Words and deeds. Powers and pride. What others thought and would think. Chrysalis cradled the boy in her sleep, noting that, while she would get close to him—she would never let him be too sure of her love for him. Some things in her nature, like her inability to admit vulnerability, would never go away.
They kept like that for the night, that was until morning came.
A pleased Celestia had come through the door, the beautiful mare dressed in an outfit, ready to take Vanilla across town. Then she stumbled onto him being in the same bed as another mare who, as it just so happened to be, was herself. Her mouth did not work for a moment—but the resulting blasts from her horn certainly did.
The house exploded in an extraordinary outburst of magic, with nothing remaining, even the bed burned into black soot beneath them. Celestia strolled forward at once, but the boy, terribly confused, crawled back, looking between the two, with tears starting to race down.
Celestia plucked him at once to underneath her foreleg, where she tucked him beneath her ceiling of white fluff. Both of them looked at the fake, one with a face of anger, the other, with an expression of pity.
The clone stood from the rubble as it rolled off her body; green phase down her body, revealing Chrysalis. Celestia's horn went to glow, but the others did not. Chrysalis stood with a tired, worn look—as though this was always the way the world was ought to go.
That was... until Vanilla leapt between them. He started to plead with them both on how he hadn't been harmed, on how none of his energy had been taken—or anything! Celestia had placed a hoof on his head, her eyes becoming white, reading the past of his life.
In seeing the truth for herself, Celestia's horn powered down, and the world entered a stillness. Only the boy could have suggested, in that very moment, to go to a coffee shop to talk things over.
This more so turned into him gleefully dunking donuts into coffee while the two girls grumbled at each other. They both were in the same spot, wanting the same thing, all for different reasons. And because they couldn't force such a sweet boy to choose whom he loved more between them... they decided that, for the time being, that they could share them.
It was an awkward hoofshake.
Vanilla heaved a heavy breath in reaching the end of these thoughts, which jumped from a simple question of which girl was better, which he still couldn't figure out. Blinking to return to the present, he looked across the table to see the towering mares, both with their forelegs crossed, looking down at him from high above.
He chuckled. "Uh, whoops! Daydreaming?"
Both of their faces narrowed upon him, and they spoke in unison.
"What were you daydreaming about?"
"Uhh... stuff?"
"Such as?"
"Already forgot."
"Bah!"
Their arms, shoulders, and heads dropped.
Vanilla wiggled into the heated coat of his lover, moaning at the heavenly bliss of fuzz warmed by sunlight. He sunk deeper into the living blanket, nuzzling into the smoothness of skin beneath, delighting in the pinpricks of heat that tickled him all over.
His arms reached out from his compromised position from being tucked within the large mare. One arm wiggled beneath the delightful mass as the other hooked over its towering barrel. He could barely reach over on both sides, sinking ever deeper into the mare, as he did not have the size to hug her fully.
"What's the matter, dear?" Celestia purred from beyond his cocoon of soft white. "Is there too much of me for you to hug?" Massive arms crushed upon him, gently of course, and swallowed him into the princess's frame. "Fret not. I can hug you easily, and cherish your embrace dearly."
Vanilla wiggled and struggled his limbs at first, though he started to give out in the fight after the first few kicks. Soon he melted into the arms, how they curved and claimed every inch of him, holding him in an embrace that snuggled him fully into her.
Soon, he allowed himself to settle, much to the raised chest he was stuck to.
"Good boy."
Vanilla laid like that for a while, rising and dropping with the chest, feeling the swift breath carried within it. It lulled him with its strength and serenity. Listening to the peaceful winds, he eased into the larger body. It didn't matter how shameful this might have looked, so long as he could be this warm, next to something so soft, and so loved by the creature behind it all—then Vanilla did not care about how anyone else might view him.
And then the door busted open.
Vanilla squeaked as he was tightened to the larger mare, not given an inch of space, forced to breathe the scent of lavender from Celestia's skin. He tried looking behind him and over the forelegs, but the mass of two great wings flushed over him and concealed him at once.
Chrysalis stomped into the room with her chin held high, and her eyes looking down at the princess. She pursed her lips out before speaking. "Give him to me. It's my time."
Celestia pulled the boy closer to her chest. "No."
"This is not your choice—but his." Chrysalis horn glowed green, and the same glow illuminated from inside the wing. "And since he's already made his choice, it's up to me to act for him." The glow exploded into a flash, and in the next instant, the boy was draped on the shell of the queen's back. She leaned back to him and, with the most stoic expression, nuzzled his snout. "It looks as though you've had enough time with softness. Let me embrace you in all that is smooth."
Celestia sat up on the bed and crossed her forelegs, looking aside and pouting, but not without her eyes following the two leave. Vanilla looked a little scared in clinging to the other giant mare, forced to hold tighter as every step of the queen jostled him about. She glanced back at him with a soft laugh.
"Sorry," Chrysalis said. She delighted in how much he had to hold onto her in order to keep aboard—and all that was caused from her walking. She was both the boat and the sea, and her steps were the waves. "It seems as though I don't know the power of my stride. Forgive me."
There wasn't anything Vanilla could do either way—and Chrysalis knew this. It caused Celestia to pout further when the boy, looking over the sides of the walking ship, knew it was a long way to the ground. Instead, he scrunched into himself, liking the people of having to depend on Chrysalis so much.
She could be scary and dangerous, and, sometimes, she pushed him to places that Celestia would never dare... but that's also what excited him. It helped that, no matter what happened, that if a game was pushed too far, she would stop it on being asked and would never let anything hurt the poor boy.
Chrysalis wanted to protect him as much as she tried to tease him.
The queen reached her room and, on reaching the center of it, earned a grin that scared the little one. All four of her legs bent, an immediate drop, before shooting back up. Vanilla yelped as his forelegs slipped from her neck, and he was thrown into the air, sailing through it, failing the whole time.
His eyes closed before striking the ground, which was soft and squeaked at his impact, and he bounced seconds safely afterward. Vanilla opened his eyes to see that he had landed on the bed, and his heart slowed at this fact. He looked over to his predator with glee—before seeing the girl had yet to lose her grin.
Her legs bent again, and she fell.
...before pouncing forward.
Vanilla softly screamed as he rolled to the right, coming to feel the massive strike in the bed, the incredible mass sinking into the mattress. The weight also pulled him, causing him to roll back—right into the open arms of the waiting queen.
"What kind of predator would I be..." Chrysalis whispered while stroking at his jaw, raising it so he would look up into her face. "...if I let my prey get so easily away?" Her face lowered, and she kissed his cheek, lightly nipping at the flesh, tugging on the coat before letting it go. "Now come. It was a rough night. And I need something to make this morning blissful before I slumber."
Vanilla was squeezed against the larger mare, but this time, it was different from how it was with Celestia. With her, all he had to do was surrender, and he was taken to perfection. Warmth and softness, rubbing and brushing him, as she hummed a lullaby from above.
With Chrysalis, however, things were different.
He was pulled into her shell that, while it was hard at the surface, was easy to bend from his pressure. His cheek wiggled into it, and the black, malleable surface sunk and rose like a marshmallow. If he pushed into it hard enough, he could sink all the way and, for whatever reason, that sensation always urged him to fight and wiggle as much as he could into the girl.
But no matter how much we wiggled, after a while, his fight would give up, and her shell would return to its normal state. Chrysalis' head watched from above as the boy snuggled with her carapace. It amused her to see him fight so much to feel a little bit closer to her. He must have liked how the texture of her body was so quick to give—but also so quick to return to its normal form.
He could never have her strange softness held down for long.
The problem was the hooves that rubbed all over him, that searched across his body, massaging in places that he was sensitive—knowing all that it did. The big girl watched him squirm in her hold, never letting him escape. Prying in places where devious hooves should not roam. She watched his expression and, as it became more bashful, she became more excitable.
"All that other mare does is please you, doesn't she?" Chrysalis spoke while extending out her tongue; her smirk never left her lips. "Brings you close and tucks you in. Whispers everything you need to hear into your little ear. But... you like me more, don't you?"
Vanilla gasped for breath in being struck by such a question. "I-I like you both e-equally!"
Her hoof playfully bopped him on the snoot. "Liar! Dirty little liar." She stroked her hoof down his jaw and across his chest, washing over tender muscles that were more sensitive than strong. The ebony mass delighted in feeling his chest clench. "You like being pushed. You like being teased. You like wondering just where I'm going to take things to. I'm unknowable, I'm dangerous, and that will always be more exciting than the calm and the boring."
Chrysalis lowered her muzzle and, although nothing pulled him closer, Vanilla leaned up as their faces met. Their breaths exchanged. Warm, with the taste of peppermint hot chocolate in her breath. Her lips were supple, composed of that same, intoxicating material as the rest of her frame.
Slowly, the two leaned in for the kiss, the scared eyes of the boy, and the delighted, commanding ones of the boy. Inches before their lips touched, something busted through the door, and the two, lifted and separated by magic, were pulled out from the room.
"Don't you remember the rules I set before agreeing you were allowed to stay here?!" Celestia thundered from above Vanilla, who, despite being normal size, sat no higher than their sitting thighs. He had to crane his head back, up the soft chest of white and smooth barrel of black, up to the faces that loomed high above.
There, the titans were bickering, as he was set before them like a troubled child.
"No," Chrysalis said from above, with her tongue forked out. "But how about you remind me?"
"No kissing Vanilla until he is ready!"
"Really?" Chrysalis unhooked her arms. "Then I suppose no rules were broken after all—not after he was ready to kiss me! And no tricks, either! No spell and no words. I merely offered myself—and he was ready to take it."
She then took to a mocking pout at the fluffy princess. "Why? Has he not made such an attempt on you? Perhaps it is you he is not ready to kiss—or may ever be ready to kiss!"
"IT IS NOTHING LIKE THAT!" There was thunder in Celestia's voice as her mane floated with force in her voice. Quickly, that fire cooled, and her coat dimmed. She cleared her throat while wiggling. "It's merely that I did not put the boy in a position where he would be forced to act. Had I leaned down expectantly during one of our cuddling sessions, I don't doubt he would have left me there for long."
"Care to test that now?"
"I will not force him to kiss me in such a state or context."
"Morals as a way out from having to prove a point—expected."
"You need to stop forcing him into that kind of stuff!"
"What? Giving him everything a boy could ever want in a girl?" Chrysalis draped a foreleg over her forehead. "Oh dear me! How could I ever dare such a thing! To be straddling a barrel twice his size as he makes out with a giant dear! Face it, that's the kind of world we should be entering with him."
"When he's ready!'
"And he was ready moments before you stopped us!"
Meanwhile, even though it was only a few feet downward, the boy felt as though he was a mile away from his towering girlfriends. His head cocked to the side as their faces took to acute anger at the other. Both of them were blushing red, yet neither of them noticed it.
They kept fighting over him, becoming more and more vicious as they did so. It was scary seeing a mare go aggressive against another to protect her stallion. He did not want to say or dare anything. Not when they were so tall, so strong, and so powerful in personality.
For a moment, he wondered how they would be if they both were bigger.
Or, rather, if he was smaller.
His eyes closed for a moment in envisioning himself dwindling. To hear the occasional squeak in Celestia's voice to suddenly blear like an alarm, or for the smooth, loud tone of Chrysalis to blare over the base that was the wooden force.
How they would rise and rise. Reaching higher and higher into the sky. Towering like hazy goddesses without knowing that their little boy was becoming smaller by the second. How he would shrink to a mote of dust before the ends of their hooves, those long, vast, round things. How they connected to the rest of the structure that was the woman.
Their heads would loom in heaven as the duo brought hell onto the other. Their words would rain like burning meteors, striking and pounding the ground in their every, booming syllable. How would he even ascend such mountains of mares!
With Celestia, he would have to hope to be like a flea, to run the miles to her coat and to jump inside! To descend into the snowy wonderland, seeing fluff grow from smooth, white skin. It would help if the mare was on her back, as it would take him days to cross the scale of her belly. To be so deep within that perfect forest, surrounded by softness, and baked by the feminine warmth of her body.
And then his eyes opened with a blink. Two mares were leaned down to him, taking a cheek each, nuzzling it happily—while glaring at the other. Both of them pulled away and, like parents, looked down at him as they talked.
"So the two of us have come to an agreement," Chrysalis deadpanned.
"Indeed." Celestia nodded as her mane covered an eye. "Instead of fighting who you will snuggle with for the rest of the morning, we decided it would be best for you to choose." She then looked aside, blushing and hiccuping. The corner of her eye glanced back at him. "It would also be helpful if you choose which one of us you like better. In looks, in personality, a-and who you would like to c-care for you more."
Chrysalis said nothing but blushed hotter, and turned away as well. Both of them had their backs to each other, but the corner of their eyes were set down on the boy. Vanilla swallowed, not sure of how to answer—much less handle two beautiful, towering girls.
"Oh, u-uh, wow!" Vanilla choked on nothing as he stammered to speak again. "That's a tough question! The truth is that I, um, y-y'know, a-a-already love the both of you." Both of their heads turned angrily at him, and his hooves waved in the air, as though to retract the bad answer. "Differently! Differently! One of you isn't better than the other—you're just different! S-So to make me choose, it's, um..."
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" Chrysalis blared in whipping around, with a horn charged in a green glow. Her glare was set on Celestia, whose horn also glowed gold, waiting for the first strike to be done. "This princess has pampered you too much! You need a proper girl to ease you into that other kind of life! This choice would be so much easier... without her!"
"And the same to you!"
Both of their horns shot their spells of magic, which clashed at the middle, the fusion of power, wiggling and struggling against each other. The spells swallowed each other, the colour of green and old, merging, with the force behind either too great to surpass the other.
As they clashed, their glow swallowed the ground, and its winds plucked papers, dashing them around the air. The powers then reached their apex and, in a brilliant shine, unable to go in either direction, then joined together in shooting right.
Right into Vanilla.
"Disappear!"
"Begone!"
Both mares shouted, still locked with each other and not the boy who had been struck—or shrunk.
Vanilla laid on his back for a moment, needing to recover from the shock of the blast, unable to will himself from the initial strain. He was content to keep like that, only vaguely aware of his surroundings. And then, there was a mass. Something large and monolithic. Hovering in the sky with the power to eclipse the sun itself.
The boy opened his eyes and started to sit up. Groggy from the side-effects, he looked out into the distance, seeing a sweeping wooden floor. It stretched into a mist, with trenches that dipped between the wood. Where the heck was he? And how the heck would something so strange be so familiar?
His question was answered by looking afar and above, where a vast, unknowable mass loomed in the sky. It held there for a bit, a size that was beyond comprehension itself. Then the object dropped to the ground and, on its contact, the world rocked to its violent vibrations.
Vanilla wobbled onto his hooves as the initial strike trembled beneath the land, the vibrations coursing through the speck, rattling the bones of his skeleton. He jumped, not from shock, but to be free of being jostled. He landed as the impact of the step weakened, a little tickle still buzzing across the wood, but nothing that harmed him so.
He looked out to that step to see the impossible curve of the object, the unknowable mass that rose above the clouds, that rose to a height that was beyond sight. His view climbed up in following it, higher and higher, the curve of the smooth object going on forever.
Vanilla looked high enough to fall backward, lying on the ground, and his breathing hitched as he finally looked to the sky. Beyond where the clouds roamed and where the sun was supposed to loom, in the endless space that stretched into infinity, there, high above all of that—the stratosphere of his girls loomed.
Princess Celestia and Queen Chrysalis, standing above heaven itself, peered directly at him. They swallowed the sea of wood that he'd been drowned within. However, they could not make out the mote of dust among the rolling landscape of brown.
"Oh, look what you did!" Celestia's voice was quiet from afar and, although that shouldn't have been right, the reason for the case became clear. Vanilla resumed standing, feeling a distant, sweeping mass coming toward him. In the next few seconds, a slice of force smacked into his chest, throwing him back, as the words of Celestia slashed across the rest of the floor. "You made him disappear! Send him somewhere that he's not ready for! Or worse, maybe you—"
"I wasn't the only one to have cast a spell."
"Mine was to only shrink you to the point where you would no longer be an issue!"
"That's a lie... wait, hold on now." Both of the giantesses looked at each other in space, with their words sweepings the ground, keeping the boy pinned. Every time he tried to raise, another slice would smack him down, and the force of their force would pin him to the floor. "Your goal was to reduce me to a size that you could keep me around, while retaining full power over me?"
Celestia nodded with a blush-covered snout—and even that act sent a gust shooting downward. "Yes. Part of my attraction to Vanilla is his smallness. He was once without a blanket, so I crawled over him, and he fit snugly beneath my mass. Having him like that was a delight."
Chrysalis spat. "And you planned on doing the same with me?!"
Celestia shook her head, and the whipping of her mane was like the whipping of a prismatic cosmos. "Heavens no! It was just that I could keep you in a jar, and so that you could fall asleep underneath him for once." Her lips then pouted as her eyes jumped from side to side with ideas. "Maybe I would have done more, depending on my mood."
Then her shoulders. "And, of course, I would have returned you to your normal size—eventually."
Chrysalis laughed.
Vanilla had finally returned to his hooves in the silence, seeing dust, filth, and motes of things rise and float from the floor due to the pounding of the giants. He went to walk toward them, to wave his arms and flag them down—even though they were so big, and he was so small, and the idea that they would hear him... much see him, was a pathetic one.
But as he tried moving forward, the clouds hardened, that tremendous laughing, taking shape, as it belted the boy. Vanilla cried out as the vicious laughter struck his shoulders and mounted on his back, more and more weight, gaining and gaining, as she was forced to hunch forward.
He took a step, and then stole the next, the laughter, still booming laughter, and lowering him to the ground. Soon, the weight was too immense, and the booms knocked him to the ground. He laid like that, being pounded by chuckles, as the distant horizon of the mares laid far away from him.
Chrysalis then ended her laughter.
"Perhaps I was to be as cruel! My goal was to shrink you to the point that you would fit into a necklace—one that I would wear against my chest." Chrysalis covered her hoof, thankfully, as the blasts of her laughter were absorbed into the black planet of her limb. Far below, Vanilla pushed against the ground, barely able to rise. "I would wear you as I snuggled and did... other things with Vanilla. You would be so pressed against me as he came in for a hug."
Her hoof then struck the ground and, on impact, the charge sent Vanilla flying. He soared upward, along with other, tiny debris, before striking the ground. Shaking his head, he still crawled forward, with a burning coming from his eyes.
"You would be so close, and yet, so far away! Finally, the smaller one as he would be the giant!" Chrysalis then grinned. "You'd be worn by your foe in love, and forced to see how much closer we became—while being nothing yourself! Ah! How much fun that would have been."
Then she blinked. "But if our spells were to shrink each other..."
"...and they instead merged," Celesta continued, starting to glance around. "Shooting outward when the power was too much."
Both girls looked over at the spot where their boyfriend was supposed to be and, knowing that they did not see him there, did not mean that he wasn't there. Both mares looked at each other, in panic and confusion, before the two lovely girls joined together in a scream.
"THAT MEANS WE SHURRRUNNNKK HIIIIMMMM!"
The boy had only been crawling forward with one arm but, after that terrible, earth-shattering sound both girls bellowed—the force of the strike was too much. It struck the ground and severed all that was across it. Vanilla was shaken around from the rumbling, sent onto his rump, as the oncoming tidal wave of sound was inbound.
His arms crossed over his chest as the scream struck him.
The boy was blown back into the air, soaring high above the wood, as the scream burst from little, invisible bubbles that surrounded him. Each one exploded, knocking him left, where a field of them blew up, sending him to the right. He rose the bursting wave, lowered to the ground, at times hearing Celestia, and others, Chrysalis.
Finally, his shoulder struck the ground, and he rolled for quite some time. He was left on his side, panting, clutching over at himself. Looking ahead to above the sky, he saw both mares wrapped in each other's forelegs, cheeks pressed together, scanning the floor worriedly for their boy.
He lay there, heaving, needing to catch his breath.
"What are we doing?!' Celestia was the first to break away, at once lowering from the sky, the mass of her muzzle lowering to the floor. Her face was a planet, a soft, warm one, that's gravitational pull lightly pulled minuscule items from the cracks in the ground. "We cannot leave him in danger! Not at this size! Much less somewhere dangerous like the floor."
Chrysalis scoffed while pushing Celestia's shoulder. "It is not the floor that is dangerous, but us! Try not to inhale him as you go about sniffing the dusty ground like a dog!' Celestia, however, did not mind, as her nose was pushed to the wood, sniffing and inhaling vacuums of air while stalking across the ground.
Vanilla could only lay there as the first mare was the most active to find him. He watched her face so far away, eating the horizon, expanding beyond the realm of his vision. Even though she was so far, in every step, she drew an impossible distance in a second.
All to find him.
Celestia was what scared him the most as far behind her, and Chrysalis loomed still in the hazy space above. No moving with a smug expression, even though her lover was tiny and small, lost on the floor of wood that put the sea to shame. She watched her for being pathetic in finding the love she desperately needed.
Vanilla was frozen as he stood still, watching the hulking pony barrel toward him like an enormous dog on the hunt. Her hooves pounded forward, frantically, wobbling the ground in each direction. His little body hopped left and right, inching along in back, as the ground was too violated for him to stand on for long.
Celestia was a train. Barrelling toward him with her snout being the exhaust. On every sharp exhale, the steam would slice to the floor, wafting across it, shooting the layer of a dust-up and aside. This cleared the way for her inhales, which caused her snout to wrinkle on each one, for her nostrils to flare as they stole a city's worth of air.
Vanilla was pounded from the ground upward and, in the seconds in the air, he found himself being pulled. Although she was miles away, the whips of her sniffs, whacked out and snapped around him. Pulling him into the realm before her muzzle.
N-No sense getting close if I'm just going to get sucked up her nose!
The little boy turned to the side, unable to keep on the floor for long, as its vibrations horribly tickled his skeleton. He galloped forward, unable to keep still as, as the mighty, distant legs, pounded the ground, the shock carried across the landscape, and jostled the boy around.
Every step would slide him left and, when he went to recover, the next strike would shoot him right. Celestia would soon be approaching and, if he did not get out of her way soon, he would either be inhaled into the vacuum of her nose, which would prompt nothing more than a twitch from it—or less than a dot on her immaculate soul.
The boy dashed across as the bombs went off. Timing it so that, seconds before the hill of a hoof fell to the ground, that he leaped, the force that splashed upward would carry him a bit further in the air. In truth, the boy couldn't help but laugh, feeling as though he were on the moon, somehow.
The trouble came when the weight of a shadow reflected the mass of a planet. Vanilla blasted further, trying his muscles harder, dashing on zero breath. It was seconds before freedom and, as he was at the crossing like that was the end of the shadow—something else came to boost him.
Vanilla dared to glance over his shoulder to see the bottom of four hooves, each a country away from each other. They whipped through the space in a second, and unleashed a whip of wind from their speed. Something thick and invisible stole the boy, a wave of wind that he twirled inside as it whipped him forward.
And he rode the wave.
He glided through the air and turned so that he was on his back, looking afar as the mass of the planetary train of mare zipped by, the swing of her legs and the looming of her barrel, which was like a spaceship freighter of softness. Her tail swished from side to side behind, sweeping the scene, and adding to the breeze.
And then there was a flash of green, and in an impossibility, the towering nature of Chrysalis appeared in front of Celestia. She crashed into the changeling, and fell back at once. Vanilla was still on the ground, having finally landed, and rolled back.
He laid on the ground for a moment, before feeling a soft darkness above him. He looked up to see the two biggest flanks falling upon him! There was nothing he could do as the first flank struck the ground, the mountains-worth of squishy flesh, compressing and spreading over the floor, shooting toward him with its utmost softness.
Vanilla was slid backward from the blast as the rump settled on the ground, curving upward beyond view. It was his first time seeing the sun when it wasn't in the sky, but rather, on a white and rather fluffy billboard.
Celestia's flank sprawled before him and won all its round glory. The sun was spiralled across its shape, swallowing infinity for it to exist, the softness, twisting and flexing, demonstrating all the lax power within the softness. It could laze and still decimate.
The arching bridge of the mare rose somewhere above, as the titans resumed their shouting in the sky.
"Why did you do that! I could have sat on him!"
"Isn't that what he would have wanted? Even I'll admit that to die underneath your backside would be a good death." Chrysalis laughed at seeing the blush on Celestia's face. "Better, at least, than being sniffed up your nose or stomped. Have you taken a moment to consider how small he would be? Or checked your hooves to see if he might be suffocated beneath them."
Celestia's eyes rose as she turned her forehooves to her face, peering at the sliced mounds carefully, seeing little filth intertwined in her fur... but nothing of him. She leaned more onto her rump, which squished in a greater wave of white, one that was only a few feet away from reaching the little boy.
She looked at the bottom of her hooves to see nothing as well. "It seems... that we're in the clear."
Chrysalis chuckled. "I almost want to check your tail. Seriously, I couldn't have told the difference between you and a dog on the hunt. Just how did you think that looked to him? To see you barreling toward him like that?"
"I was trying to find him!"
Celestia rose and dropped on her flank, lifting and dropping it, a weak crack breaking the air, a soft thump battling through the ground. She rolled on her rump, rubbing the squish back and forth like a filly.
"We still do not know how small he could be," Chrysalis continued upon glancing around. "Our spells were meant to shrink each other to a reasonable degree. Combined, it must have shrunk him to an unreasonable degree. You have to be more composed, or else he'll be composed to that curved butt of yours."
"Hey!"
"Don't tell me you wouldn't like that boy to have to be peeled from the back of there."
Celestia pouted, but said nothing more.
"Now then."
Vanilla felt a shadow over him. He looked above, but everything was too blurry, his eyes not powerful enough to perceive the infinite distance above. Peering out from the haze, though, was the underside of an ebony hoof. Looming like a meteor ready to take out the earth, it descended at a steady pace, with the wind whistling closer with its incoming.
Vanilla couldn't rise from his speck on the floor. He rolled onto his stomach, panting, seeing his doom falling fast. The underside of the sole spread over the sky, stealing its space until the hoof became the sky itself. Coming closer and growing larger until only the innermost section of it could be seen.
The towering spire that was a leg then dropped onto the ground, stealing a stadium of space beneath it, sealing the area beneath the sole. It sucked in the surrounding air and blasted all that was outside of it. It even twisted for good measure as, following the leg up, the giantess had circled to the side of the other.
"Go on! Lift your tail now! I'll check to make sure he's not close, and yet, so far away from a particular paradise."
"Wha... what if you stepped on him right now!?"
"Please. Your tail already cleared this area. Either he was shot outward or tucked deep within your stands." She then chuckled, and the vibrations of such rumbled down the hoof. "Besides. I might look hard, but the underside of my hooves are... squishy enough."
Chrysalis hadn't been lying as, within the spire, underneath the moon's flat, black slide, Vanilla laid on his back. The force had rolled him into a divot in the ground that separated the wooden tiles. It wasn't deep, even for him, but it offered enough breathing space to free him from the overhead mass.
But the squish of the hoof still sunk into the crack. Its dense softness, incredible squish rested over his form. Vanilla wanted to bite it for how it teased him in its texture alone. The hoof would twist and, when it did so, the world would squeak, the wood would bend, all from the tiniest movement from the large object.
More and more weight sunk into the leg, and the ground groaned louder, the sides of the divot, zapping the stallion's sides. He wiggled in place from the attack, rubbing over the underside of the hoof. It teased him with a marshmallow that was too thick and soft for him to do anything to.
He wanted to grab it, to cling to it, and to do everything that he possibly could.
Chrysalis would lift her hoof with him still on it, and he would hang miles from the ground. It would shoot up, turning over to flatness, and the boy would lay prone on the levelled squish. He would be kissing it, rubbing over in a dot of a spot. In the distance, the goddess would watch on, devious and amused.
But when the hoof did leave, it allowed air to pour back into the space, and for the wood to croak in freedom from the immensity. Vanilla watched the hoof carry up into the unseeable as the usual booms of hoofsteps continued.
"It seems as though your tail is not the smoking gun as I would have hoped," Chrysalis muttered as her hulking frame carried on. Her horn lit the sky with a magic of green, one that then fell to her eyes, charging them. "Perhaps that is for the best. To be snagged by your tail and to see the shifting of your walking flanks—forever teased and forever near. That would have been a worse torture than any of the games I could have inflicted on him.
Celestia had laid down with her muzzle on the floor during the search and, once Chrysalis had lifted her hoof, the barrier keeping back that piling hair was removed. The prismatic cotton candy washed over the area, a dense tidal wave of strands, and they fell and clumped onto Vanilla.
Everything was bright, colourful, and smelling of strawberries.
"I swear, the way you speak, you should shrink down with him, and allow me to tend to the two of you."
"Only if you promise to play the games that I would."
"Ugh."
Princess Celestia started to rise in the distance, and that wouldn't be a problem, only that her mane pulled upward with her rise. Vanilla was buried in a dense lock and, as he wiggled himself out, suddenly, the air tightened on his waist as the whole of the unit started to pull away.
The boy was yanked upward as the mane swept the floor, the locks beneath him, pooling and whipping across the ground, the blurring of brown and the casting outward of breeze. Had he been a little lower, it would have meant death. But then the mane had taken off as the whole of the great sea lifted into the air.
...and the strands that ensnared Vanilla, loosened.
Crud, crud, crud!
Vanilla wrapped his arms around the creamy, violet lock, as it was smooth and tasteful against his body. His legs wrapped around it, and it compressed into tightness from his hug. He hung onto it without any other support. Looking down revealed only haze, with the ground a blur of greatness.
High enough that falling to death would take a while...
...great!
It was quite a sight to be climbing up the rope of cotton, as in the beyond, the mass of the giantess shuffled on. The impossibility of Celestia strolled slowly forward, almost like a walking castle, which took the actual time it needed to move. Her face hung in the distance, blurred in its size, with a town able to rest on her nose.
Vanilla clung tightly to the strand at the end of a step, as the strand whipped, the wind slicing into him. Celestia's head arched to the left, and the mane flounced out and flew in rotation. Suddenly sent high above, Vanilla felt a swirling, unsettling tingly feeling in his belly. The lock was loose in the air, but flew back down like a vine connected to heaven.
Vanilla closed his eyes as his stomach imploded, the wind against a plane, now against him. The vine soared and slowed, reaching the base of its trajectory. The boy's eyes opened as the ride swung up, over the great height of the mare's head, shooting to the base of her perked, fluffy ears.
Y-Yes! Maybe, if I time it right enough, I can let go... and not soar TOO deeply into her ear! It must be warm in there.
The boy narrowed his eyes as the mane slowed from its swing, knowing a risk was needed to be made to even reach the top of the mare. No matter what, he would land on top of her and, as dangerous as that was, the top of the mare's head was as vast as a field—with a mane as deep as a forest.
However, as its arms went to let go, another voice bellowed.
"Celly!"
Vanilla seized up as the distant head whipped around, shooting her mane into a long twirl, the strands shooting out to afar clouds. The boy's body was lifted from his strand, clinging his chest to the smoothness—but shooting across it by the pull of momentum.
And then the mane cut to the left, and that was too much, and his arms slid from the strand. He hurdled in a twirling, rotating arc. The world blurred around him as he sailed over it. Beneath him was a landscape of white growing beneath him: spreading out like landing at an airport.
The boy shot onto the backside of the mare, into the white forest of her rump, the thick, towering patches of coat, bending back like wheat in catching his frame. He was like a meteor streaking through a field, tearing through the furs, going lower by the seconds as the dense fuzz slowed and swallowed his force.
When the boy was deep into the winter woods, he finally struck the ground, which was the softest portion of the mare. The mushy texture sunk beneath him, bouncing the stallion back up, skidding across the flank like a flicked stone across a pond. Finally, on reaching the thickest portion of the bottom, he was swallowed by the mass, and able to settle here.
Vanilla breathed. Gasping only to be baked in warmed strawberries. His nerves were shot, and his was chest was hammering. He looked up, over the top of the crop to see the starting of a waterfall. Celestia's tail began ahead, arching upward, to a height he dared not to follow.
And as the panic faded, there was another, enjoyable sensation.
The rounded hill was curved to perfection, baked like a cake, and with heat raided and enveloped him. It dipped ever so little beneath him, and kept firm in its softness. He pried and nuzzled into it, digging into the squishiness, wondering if he could feel the glutes beneath it.
But from his own actions, this little portion of the tush wiggled, enough to rock him left and right. It delighted him, tickling his crotch, baking out another little friend to play. Soon, there was a rise in the flank as, somewhere an immensity below, a leg was raising and dropping.
It occurred to Vanilla, so lost in the splendid wasteland of Celestia's backside, that the giantess was moving! Every step toned and raised the flanks, lifting the boy by his crotch, before dropping, and he with it, as the whole mass wobbled from the impact. Her flanks were shock absorbers and, at this size, he could both see and feel the waves.
Celestia walked countries away and, in so doing, the sea of her backside wobbled into each other, the flanks, smacking together, coming to grind into another when the time was right. Vanilla struggled to keep afloat, sent left and right, splashed up and down by sudden raises in certain parts of the cheek.
He had no shame, at full mast, of collecting a clump of tush into his forehooves, and driving his cock into the fat. Feeling how this little hill of booty would sink a little, before becoming firm, and knocking back into his dick when her ass did a little shake.
It was paradise.
And then there was a giggling, and a sudden rise and drop to the flank, before a sideways shake that sent the twins into each other. Vanilla was battered by booty, sent to the divot between them, which was soft, smooth, and warmed, and he found himself tucked between them. He had slid beneath the arch of her aril, resting between the cheeks, snugged tightly between them due to their tightness.
"And just what are you laughing about?"
Vanilla could feel Celestia's voice for, in her very syllable, it jiggled her butt. "Nothing. Just think that I have a certain... bug close to my rump." She then laughed as, from his seat at the top of cheeks, he felt them tilt, heard great legs start to buckle, and for the floor below to start shooting up. "And he better be biting, and not anything else, to be getting my attention!"
Vanilla's forelegs rested on the inward curve of the cheeks, using them to brace for contact, seeing how the slice in the backside was aimed for the spread of the floor. Once the ass crashed to the ground, the booty smacked into each other, shooting outward before clapping inward. The effect swallowed Vanilla into its depths, and left no trace of him on the surface.
Just as Chrysalis came over, lifting the base of the tail, and, with her enhanced vision, seeing nothing. She checked over the curve of the cheeks, over the tops where they were the flattest and thickest. Yet there was no sign of the bug. "Nothing here."
She then pulled away with a shake of her head and a huff. "Tell me, is that you enjoying a fantasy—or you wanting me to check out your rump? I've already told you, in that regard, you have it made."
Meanwhile, inside the booty, deep between the cheeks, was wedged the boy who could not wiggle to save his life. It was dark, but the mass of white allowed light. Everything was immense, and it crushed him softly. He couldn't move as the looseness weighed into him. Far in the beyond, like a great canyon, the cleft of the rump peeked light into the recess.
Vanilla would be safe here, if he wanted to. Even sitting down, the whole mass of the mare resting on her ass... it still was soft enough to swallow him into a hug. The rump twisted, grounding either way, smushing greatly into one side of the boy—before the other.
But it was not to be as, when the mare stood, some of her tail sunk into the crack as well. The sides loosened on the boy, and he reached for the lifeline—just as it flung upward. He held it and was slingshot into the air, unable to hold on, though, as he hurtled through the air from the catapult.
Once more, he was free-flying and heading toward a table. Then there was a bowl, filled with cookies and marshmallows. His little frame struck the latter, and fell into another, falling into the depths of the place. Soon, he was at the bottom, and resting on top of a coffee, laying on his back, heaving for oxygen again.
And then shadows loomed over him.
Over the rim of the bowl were the throats of the girls, wide and tall, leaned over his space. Both girls, on either side, agreed to take a break and to have a snack before going again. Their hooves dipped in, blocking all view, and the boy cowered, as the tremendous things gripped their respective items.
Celestia brought a marshmallow to heaven, while Chrysalis did a cookie, except the latter remained leaned over the bow. She munched with a mouth opened and a tongue fork, and it rained crumbs from the sky.
The boy turned onto his side, with hooves strewn over his body, crawling from the pelting of cookies and bits of chocolate. He kept like this, feeling the weight of the hooves drive back in, and his form being weighed down by crumbs. He was nothing like this. Something to be snowed upon as the giantesses enjoyed their snacks, eating over him, as though he were nothing to this equation.
And then he felt his ground being lifted, and when his eyes opened, he saw the inside of the bowl lowering around him. Soon he was hoisted up as his ground rocked about. He was brought to the clouds, and set before the ebony mountain. Chrysalis was there, looking at the snack, delighting in it as though she knew she would be eating him.
Her eyes closed as the boy crawled forward, on his knees, pleading his forelegs to the goddess for her to spare his life. Light shone around the mountain, as her jaw lowered, revealing the cavernous maw within. Her tongue grew neon, and her teeth glinted in white. Vines of spit were strung across inside.
And he was being glided in.
Vanilla didn't stop praying on top of the coffee, as its edge was brought into the maw, a warm breath washing out. It was enough to soak the tiny in moisture alone. He was to be brought in, and the lips would close behind him, sealing the boy into the echo of doom.
But a sniff from above, pulled the whole thing back.
Chrysalis set the cookie back on the table, which rumbled from the impact, as the boy laid back. Above him, two massive muzzles swung over him, with edges of their bridges aimed at him. They inhaled, a snoring that could wake the old stallion in the sky. Smelling, sniffing, like beasts a second before the bite.
They were primal things. Only their snouts existed at this moment. Sniffing, inhaling, with explosions enough to explode a cavern with its echoes alone. After a final sniff, the beasts pulled away, as each respective mare looked at the tiny boy.
"We found him!" the one mare exclaimed by slamming her hoof on the table, which jostled the cooking into the air. It fell over the edge of the table, and the boy held onto a chocolate chunk as it hurdled to the floor. "Oh no!"
Vanilla held on as the cookie struck the floor, and it took the impact, breaking into several pieces. He was shot from the chunk and onto the floor, set among the crumbles, safe, unhurt, and leaving enough evidence to show where had landed.
There were thundering hooves, and eclipsing shadows, as the two monstrosities settled over the cook. Vanilla blinked, looking up, seeing the two goddesses in the sky. They looked down at him, amused and glad. So tall and towering, able to seal with the world with a step of a hoof alone.
However, both mares were blushing, and how they told him by smell... was revealed by the hardness still between his legs.
Vanilla was stranded on the round, black surface of a hoof, which was held before the walking mass of bug. Around him loomed the bedroom they had entered. Celestia had wasted no time getting on the bed and laying back, leaving no shame in spreading her legs for the other to slide between them.
Vanilla was brought over to the tender surface of the fluffy belly, the hoof tilting until he slid down the platform, falling and striking the ground. It flexed beneath him, tauter, with the fuzz a bit shaven here.
He looked behind him throughout the barrel, the rise of a chest, and the towers of forelegs that loomed to the sides. Celestia laid in heaven, with her muzzle set on him, a pink blush on each of her cheeks.
Then he looked ahead, where the other mass slid between the open legs, claiming all the space for herself. Chrysalis sunk her chest into Celestia's crotch, allowing for her enormous head to loom over the boy.
Her eyes could be the sea, and the light behind them could fuel a city. So bright, so green, and so fixated on him with an intent unable to be guessed. Her muzzle came forward, dusting off the wind with the motion, as the vaults of her snout had started to sniff. The boy slid on the coat toward her, and he struggled to walk back—falling on the coat.
That's when Chrysalis slammed her snout forward, pinning the boy between it and the fluffy ground, and nuzzling into him and the softness of Celestia's belly. All three moaned from the exchange, as Vanilla's cock was pinned between his belly and the nose.
Now the nostrils were on either side of him, and then they inhaled, the snout vibrated with an intensity that rocked his erection against him. It would then rub up and down, left and right, sliding and sinking him into the fluffiness of the coat.
Then it would push down, into the softness limit, up and down, again and again, until it was too much. The boy came, and on a sniff, the liquid was stolen from the air and taken into her snout. She giggled at this as her lips opened, rolling up until presenting a bare fang to the boy.
It dug into him, and he latched onto it by instinct, taken into the maw which was always kept open. He saw the world through the open lips, seeing the other mare, bed, fade away from inside the circle of the mouth. His giantess went to turn, as the other then chased after her.
The two fighting to have tremendous fun with him.
