Land of Cotton

Chapters

Chapter I I Chasing Cotton
Chapter III | Rocky Rides [RarityEQM]
Chapter IV | Sweaty Landscapes
Chapter V | Happy Lodgings
Chapter II | Coaxed Perversion

Chapter I I Chasing Cotton

Land of Cotton
B_25 & RarityEQM

The door ascended in his waking vision. Before and below it, a stretch of cloud, as vast as the sea, was covered in bobbing, snowy hilltops. Spike soon realized he was lying on one. It felt like he'd been dumped on a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

He'd shrunk, somehow. Even more bizarre, he'd done so on a cloud. Looking around, he saw trenches with the depths of rivers between the formations, where mist coursed freely through.

Spike sank a claw in the white puff, a weak resistance pushing back. He jerked back his arm, painting an arching, fading streak. Cold wetness licked across his wrist.

He checked over his shoulder to the empty sky behind him. It looked more intimidating than usual.

Footsteps quaked.

Distant. Thunderous. Immensity was sealed inside steps. Spike looked to the surrounding hilltops, seeing them shake from the incoming stride, mist expanding from their shapes. The clattering of enormity slowed before the door.

And heaven clicked.

The door squeaked open. Spike fell on his back and watched. The colossal frame flew open as winds pushed out from underneath it. Nearby hills were sliced at their tops, exploding into a fog. Something loomed behind the opened door. Blue legs strode into his view, their length rising outside his eyes, with only knees remaining.

He looked down at the feet awaiting him. Tall, long, sleek. Finely shaped islands that called for him to crawl aboard and recline. Blue toes tapped the ground, tinier quakes of impact and sound. They rubbed into each other afterward, a scratching sound coming out.

Spike then looked up.

Muscular thighs loomed overhead, squeezed by cotton fleece. They shifted, flexing. The power in their muscles scared the dragon a little. It would be crushed in their squeeze if they ever crossed over a city.

But he continued looking until he saw the rest of the running shorts. Rainbow's hips loomed like a broad, ebony land, supplemented with spongy material. They traced her every curve with extra layering. At her crotch, a hazy, golden zipper hung undone. Behind the jagged teeth, there was a peek of neon pink panties.

"Spike?"

Her voice tolled like a bell. It spoke over the winds. He hadn't seen her face, intimidated by the giantess. Yet he was drawn closer. Compelled to look higher.

"You here? Heelloooo?"

He lingered in his step.

"That guy." Knuckles lifted from her waist. One smacked the door, an explosion of sound following. Spike had to sit down from the effect of it all, able to see up to the giantess. "I know you're here! I'm not crazy." Rainbow's unseen gaze sailed across the cloudy sea. Her feet then squealed, ankles turned, and curved shadows passed. "You wanna have fun outside? Be my guest."

Elastic cotton flexed over Rainbow's rounded globes. Wobbly spheres were restrained and shaped by her shorts. Her ass loomed, taut but fat, in the promise of a pleasant demise. Spike imagined it falling on him. That black oblivion threatened an immense, squishy death.

Rainbow shifted with her back turned, one cheek veering higher into the other, the cotton slipping into the crevice between. She lingered, possibly in a debate of something. Rainbow then called out from over her shoulder.

"The door's open! Feel free to catch me after my shower."

He felt her grin.

"Or during, if you think you can handle it."

That's... one way of getting found.

Spike shook his head of that thought and rose. He began forward, slowly, mindful of the cold winds, their violence capable of whisking him into the sky. Part of him wished to be with Rainbow.

Safe, warm, and protected.

His miniature form dipped into a trench, where coursing mist rose to his shoulders. He strode across to the other clump of cloud, climbing its shape, breaking into a light jog forward. Up and down the hills, seeing that door in the distance, those naked feet lurking at the frame.

You're still waiting for me? Is the Great Rainbow Dash worried?

Her face remained unseen. Spike looked out at her during his travels. Rainbow stood like a distant tower, a feminine beacon waiting to collect him. She scanned the surroundings, crossing her arms. Rainbow rubbed her shoulders, never seeing the speck of purple lost in the sea of white.

It wasn't long before Spike reached the door. His sprint crumbled into a jog upon nearing Rainbow's feet. He chuckled, happy about his victory. The goddess would look down now—somehow feeling his presence.

Nearing her biggest toe, the dragon turned and laid his back on the plushness, sinking into the smooth, uncaring skin. The nail hovered in the air in a slice. That, and soft, warm pockets of space between the toes.

"The heck?"

The foot rose over him to adjust, and before the dragon could move, the swell of the toe knocked into his chest. He flew back beneath the foot, which flatly rubbed into Rainbow's other leg. Everything blurred as the dragon struck the ground, rolling for a while, left limp on his back.

Spike was cold. His lungs burned. His eyes opened and closed, adjusting. Slowly, his vision came back to him. Everything else would take a minute. Beyond, footsteps rumbled, the ground quaked, and vibrations tickled his back.

No!

His head rolled onto its side. He couldn't see above the ankles of the approaching doom. Feet clapped the ground in rapid succession. Rainbow lazily reached the bathroom, raising her foot over the broken dragon.

Spike looked up into the bottom of the naked sole. Shadowy cyan without a wrinkle or blemish. Creamy skin would descend, softness would crush him with the firmness beneath, and the striding giantess would be none the wiser.

The foot carried over him, as did the other, the giantess striding away to the hall. Rolling his head to the other side, he saw the back of her ankles, thighs, and hips. His gaze finally carried high enough to see her shoulders.

And the face peeking from behind one of them.

Rainbow Dash looked worried as she watched behind her.

She sighed, entering the hall, entering the first door on the right. Lights flicked, a fan whirled, and the door was not closed. Not when fabric sliding on skin could be heard. Not even when the shower's water blasted in the sounds of a warm storm.

Spike lingered on the floor as distant footsteps shuffled into a bathtub. Pushing his claws against the ground, he struggled to rise as exhaustion demanded he rested. Rainbow, however, called him.

Her size became a new delight. Every part of her was a new world to explore. There was a need to be saved. Another aspect of him, however, wished for a little more. Finally standing, he laid a claw on his hip and, in a shamble, limped across the vast flooring.

The journey had been long. Spike sailed across the hall, able to walk normally again, creeping into the open bathroom. Golden light welcomed him into heaven. Steam coursed the ground, cooking his waist, hiding the tile flooring that warmed his feet.

Discarded clothing emerged from the mist, like a mountain range of black fabric, lazily abandoned. Dense fog hid their bottoms. Beyond stretched a porcelain border. Thick, impenetrable white. Steam cascaded down the tub. Towering shampoo bottles, conditioner, and body wash stood on its ledge.

Spike gripped his chest, craning his neck, staring at the clouds.

Frosted glass scaled behind the bottles. It was a door half-open into the shower. Her silhouette loomed in its projection. Impossibly large, naked. Hands ran through the shadow's hair. A sway to rounded hips struck a tingle in the observer.

Her feet adjusted inside the tub. Wet claps slapped the air; jolts trembled across the flooring. Warm rain pelted on skin and porcelain as a fan ran overhead. The towering shadow turned away. Her tail brushed the glass. She bent over, a shadowy derriere becoming a curvy movie screen.

Part of him craved to be there. Stuffed into the backside, to the deepest reaches of their thickest place, grounded with their ebb and flow, enduring the shifting of a swaying derriere. That would tickle Rainbow. Knowing of the compressed dragon wedged in her rear. Every step, every sway, a new shape to his prison.

Rainbow would love for her body to become his wonderland. All the places she could shove him, the power and teases exerted on the squirt, the arousing games he'd be subjected to play. She'd have her fun. Not that she would let him know that. Oh, no. Rainbow would be tickled, being the irresistible goddess. And he, her lucky, little worshipper.

Once in a lifetime opportunity, I'll grant you that.

C'mon, Spike.

Focus on getting found.

How?

He glanced around.

The ever-ascending sink that hid the Pearly Gates?

Even if my claws could pierce the sides, I doubt I'd make the climb.

The next flicking of the head revealed the toilet. Mist obscured its flooring, but the bowl's outward curve rocketed into sight. It'd be a tricky climb to the top. With his luck, Rainbow would sit without looking.

Not the way I want to go.

Nothing else would work. Staying on the ground invited a feminine foot to show him the world of being flattened. He needed somewhere that'd force Rainbow to see him. Somewhere, even for a second, that would have her direct attention.

An icy shiver licked Spike's neck.

He turned to the slumped clothing. The articles rose from the fog. Black, fleece shorts folded at their middle. Stand atop of that? Maybe. Go inside? Rainbow was too busy checking her reflection than looking inside her clothing.

Beyond lay a tank top. It'd been rolled. She'd just yank it, flap it, and pull it on. Rainbow Dash moaned in the shower, her fingers working at her skin. Not much time remained until the tap would be shut. The dragon needed to decide.

Closest was the cotton he'd tried forgetting. Pink pooled before his feet, two sizable holes in the fine material. A mist swam over the thong. It'd been hard to see. Rainbow would have to look to find it.

Uh-oh.

Spike stepped on the waistband, feeling thin latex beneath his feet. He carried across it. Spice nipped his snout, the permeating, lingering scent of Rainbow's odour. Rich. Tasteful. Expanding his lungs and tickling his mind.

Spike inhaled pure Rainbow Dash.

The underwear laid open before him. The leg openings contained two pools of flooring. They were separated by the cotton crotch of the thong. Spike passed the flooring of the right opening, coming to tread on the centermost fabric.

His feet sunk through the firm material, nearly able to feel the ground through it.

I'm standing in Rainbow's massive thong.

It was here that he waited. Where he wouldn't dare sit or lay. Not allowing himself to indulge in the pleasure of standing in a giant thong with the prospect of it being picked up. There was still the matter of his erection. Something that, he hoped, Rainbow would take as a compliment.

Standing at the back of the thong, the dragon's head turned right, seeing over the spread of land covered by steam, looking above and over the great wall of the tub, enduring the lofty view of the frosted glass.

The giant turned. Another set of rumbles trembled across the bathroom. There was a squeak, the shower slowed, and the storm ended. Little pelting came from the droplets that fell from the goddess.

Spike's heart stammered. He turned to face the gigantic predator. What would Rainbow do next? The frosted door squeaked as it rolled across a track. More of the vertical landscape was revealed. Clouds burst through the grand opening.

Rainbow Dash stood in the distance.

The little dragon stumbled inside the underwear, looking up with arms held to the sides. Wet mane stuck to Rainbow's face and neck. A push of her hand slicked the hair back. She lingered in facing the dragon, standing over him. Steam billowed outward around her form.

His gaze carried down to Rainbow's dripping chest. The inward curves formed her tight, toned stomach that rolled out to sporty hips. Her crotch hovered like paradise, framed by athletic thighs. Colourful pubic hair had been recently trimmed.

Rainbow Dash leaned out of the tub for a towel which she ran across her shoulder, patting her chest, wiped around her stomach and back, rubbed her ass, and tugged across her legs.

"That should do it," Rainbow idly spoke while tying the towel to her hips. It denied him the view, but her breasts remained exposed. They bounced as Rainbow stepped out from the tub. "Huh." Her feet clapped the ground, sealing across it, toes starting to tap. "Still not here? That's not right."

At least she's worried about me.

Spike looked around, seeing the pooled thong, and slowly raised his shoulders.

Before she stomps me, that is.

He raised his arms, waving upward at the giant, who absentmindedly stared forward.

Well. Time to see if luck is feeling any better about me today.

He watched Rainbow. Saw every slight shifting of the thigh that allowed her leg to rise. How she leaned slightly to the side in striding forward. One of her feet sailed over him, its shadow consuming him. The light was blocked by a cyan sole. It struck the floor on the other side of the thong.

It'd been a stomp of a step. Enough to rattle the ground, thrusting the dragon forward. He fell and collapsed on the soft cotton. He lay on his belly on the makeshift bridge. His snout started to sniff. Something peppery filled his nostrils.

Spike unintentionally inhaled the clothing that clung to feminine skin. Scented strawberry intermixed with the smell of the athlete. Fresh cotton rubbed beneath him as Spike stretched across it. He submitted to the thong for the moment. Pain, exhaustion, and repressed lust had caught up. He took a moment for himself. He let the smooth material embrace him, rolling in the crotch of the panties.

He would have let it wrap around him, curled into warm, soft darkness, enriched totally in its smell.

The giantess stood over him, reviewing her reflection, unaware of the happenings between her feet. She could adjust her footing at any moment. Step on him and have that be it. Not knowing that should the dragon choose to look up, he would have the perfect view of inside her towel.

Spike's head sleepily rose from the fabric. Massive heels stood in the mist on either side of him. His eyes narrowed as he looked upward. Across ankles and knees, over thighs to that which hung overhead.

He rolled onto his back for a better view.

The legs sprawled inside the towel, becoming a darker blue. Shadowed cheeks swallowed the view and hid what lay ahead. Spike chuckled. Care slipped away. Something inside him wished to be with the pair. Kept somewhere soft and warm. Lodged with her crotch, buried inside that backside, whatever. Being trapped within her ass seemed like a hidden delight. Trying to crawl out against impossible amounts of squishiness. To be forever ground by immense, shifting softness, wracked by the power of a casual footstep.

And even should he escape the naked cleft, he didn't doubt a finger would be waiting to push him back in. Rainbow would slap a cheek, shake her hips, and continue her naked stride around the house.

All to feel her butt rubbing and owning the dragon stuffed inside.

Pull yourself together.

Keep like this, and you'll end up being worn.

Overhead, Rainbow's finger slipped through the side of the towel, which fell. It dropped from her waist, blotting the sky. It struck the ground behind the dragon in a heavy heap. His weary body turned to it, a worried face becoming him.

Oh, no.

Spike tried to stand. But the adjacent feet stepped into leg openings, shuffling off the fabric. Their force continuously rocked the dragon. He barely managed to prop himself on an elbow, coming to look at the sky, seeing the blue butt overhead start to drop.

Rainbow hummed. She bent with hands touching the floor. Spike searched for an escape, seeing the tiny space between the fabric and her feet. He tried crawling out, but the distant hands found the waistband around him. Pinching it, the fingers raised the thong.

Spike yelped as gravity plucked him back. His stomach slid down the makeshift cot until he settled at its base. The ride continued upward as the legs extended at his side. More and more fabric clung to their shape, the underwear resuming its normal form.

No, no!

Fabric slid, caught, and clung to terrains of skin. Thighs thickened beside him as the space tightened. It became a warm, dark pocket created by Rainbow's body. Pink neon battled Rainbow's blue hue. The dragon crawled backward, where the hammock thinned. He did so to escape to the waistband.

He checked over his shoulder, seeing underneath Rainbow Dash to an impossible distance. The bathroom mirror loomed. It showed the girl leaning forward, sliding on her underwear. The dragon couldn't even see himself in the glass.

Only the woman he was to be sealed against.

Spike rested at the back of the soon-to-be-worn thong. He was cradled in a narrowed cot of hot pink with the massive rump poised over him. Overhead, the fingers pulled the waistband higher on Rainbow's hips, jostling his ride beneath her cheeks.

The itty-dragon shuffled back on the cot, watching the fabric slide beneath his feet, slipping in the crevice between the blue cliffs. Her crack lurked before him, tucked by the warmed, fuzzy mounds. It invited him into its dusk.

His head checked the sides. The turning curves of the soft cliffs blocked his vision. More of his ride disappeared into the hungry maw sliced directly in front of him. Spike huffed, his destiny clear. Rainbow hadn't opted for panties that would plaster him against her derriere, smushing him, rotating him with the motion of her walking.

No. Rainbow had chosen a thong.

And that meant Spike would be slid into tight deliciousness.

His ride rose between the cheeks. They swelled to their fullest thickness. Unable to stop, he laid a claw on each, flattening patches of blue silk. Smooth skin filled his palm, as did rounded squishiness.

The cot caught against the sprawling crack, flexing the fabric, which became a self-contained place. Clothing shuffling on skin became muffled through the new barriers. Rainbow's humming sounded from another world.

Spike laid back in the darkness between the cheeks, appreciating the broadness of their curves, the softness of their texture, the beauty in their inward dive, and the delightful, dusky crevice of their middle.

Get out of here!

Spike turned and flipped onto his stomach, crawling up the sharp incline of fabric. The space only narrowed upward as, in his view, more of the waistband sealed around the overhead hips. More of his home slid into the chewing maw. He tried slipping out the side of the fabric and against the left cheek, reaching out a claw hopelessly. It, along with him, slid inside the derriere, devoured from view.

Pressure mounted.

Spike cradled himself in the remaining bed of cotton. Fabric slid across fur and skin as it rushed along the cheeks' interior walls. He was buried deep, now. Unable to be seen even if Rainbow pulled out the back of her waistband.

Lost and swallowed.

The area shrunk into a pocket. Humidity settled in. Squishy, dim blueness hung like a ceiling and closed together like walls. Spike shuffled onto his knees, the tush sinking on his head, spreading over his shoulder. His spines sunk under the soft weight.

Spike threw himself right. He broke against the cheek, slowed the resistance of its elasticity, sinking minimally into its softness. Its suppleness lazily draped over his frame. Warmth flooded him. Spike began to sweat.

When he leaned back, it'd become too tight for him to move. More squish mounted around him. The thong entered the deepest recesses of the butt. It dragged him inward. Absolute firmness pushed him down. He tried to raise despite it all.

Elastic snapped outside his prison.

Spike froze. He tried to wiggle only to discover he couldn't. The flooring of the thong disappeared from beneath his feet. In seconds, he'd been worn, slid into the ass of a friend fresh from a shower. She had no idea about his lodgings. No clue about the little dragon boy wedged inside the rump currently stuck out.

The pressure shifted.

Spike yelped. Everything leaned left. The storm pushed him there. His body curved with the shape of the crevice, his front conforming to the cheek. It shifted beneath him, its sister grinding his back. It was dim with a hue of blue. The air became tight and warm. Sweat rolled off him, brushed by the cavern's furs, absorbed. Rounded walls of squish and fluff twisted into him. The tightness became unbearable. Not even his hips could push against the sheer density of the twin mammoths.

Movement resumed. Rising and lowering cheeks moved by the striding legs below. Spike was battered between the tips, squeezed and leaning to their shape. Rainbow walked without knowing of the dragon in her butt, or how her stride dictated every curve of his compressed prison.

The crack relaxed. Movement stilled. The cheeks wobbled and jostled him. He was left in their middle, hugged between them, providing a small pocket of space. He slid between the pair, re-entering their vice grip. His head shifted amidst the overwhelming squish, looking around for a hint of the thong.

Spike wiggled his shoulders, twisted his hips, and kicked his legs. The walls swallowed the actions in jiggles across their surface. The dragon managed to turn a bit more, resting his head on the curve of the cheek and looking outside the crack.

He saw the veil of distant pink above his prison. His eyes shrunk in what loomed through its fabric. Rainbow's shorts had been pulled up next, compressing the bottom of her cheeks. Once those went on, space would become non-existent within his prison.

Spike turned to face the outside of the warmed abyss, seeing the faint light shining in, the last hope of escape. He forced his arms from his sides, planting a claw on the swells of the detaining globes. His talons groped the overwhelming squish and pushed against it.

Tension pumped his muscles throughout his body. His claws sunk more into the cheeks, pushing them inward, creating a pocket. Rainbow's softness doubled in seconds. Before he even reached the glutes beneath, there was still so much plush to go.

Spike looked out from his swell to see the light blotted out by the shorts. They were pulled up, casting him into total darkness. There was no light. No blue. Just the presence of being tucked inside immensity.

The waistband struggled to her waist as Rainbow had to wiggle her ass inside the shorts. Hesitance came afterward. Spike held apart the tiniest fraction of the globes. He wondered why he hadn't been sealed inside Rainbow's backside.

Had Rainbow felt him? Felt something wedged back there, the tiniest separation of her cheeks? Was there tickling different from a snagged cord in her rump? Another set of fingers reached inside the shorts. Peeling back into the thong, someone gazed inside.

Could this be it? Would the itty-bitty dragon be found by the goddess unknowingly housing him? Would fingers descend from the sky and part the seas of cyan tush, holding apart great softnesses to retrieve him from their hold?

Spike looked upward and out the opening created between Rainbow's back and the tugged shorts. Seeing across that rolling, vertical landscape to her shoulders—a dam beyond blurred. Wisps of mane flounced over it as her head appeared next. Gigantic and monolithic and whatever poor excuses for description the little dragon could hope to throw at it.

Spike saw her face in the sky. That sprawling, confused expression, rose-tinted eyes glinting like burning, primrose suns. Messy hair covered a bulk of her face as she peered down at him. Looking down at him from her lofty heights into the back of her pulled shorts.

But the question was...

...could she see him?

Strained muscles burned at holding back the impossible weight. Spike looked as Rainbow Dash peered into the back of her shorts, staring at the top of her butt, unsure of the tickles inside its maw.

The giantess hadn't moved. Not even shifted or, praise Celestia, clenched her backside. But the natural size, weight, and tightness of the ass was too much of a foe. Rainbow was still looking down and inside her shorts. Her eyes saw him even if she didn't. She would see his diminutive form in the slice of space on either side of her thong, holding apart her hindquarters with all his might.

She would totally get off on it.

A little dragon wedged between her cheeks, using all his strength to stop them from gaining on him. Naturally, without doing anything, the cheeks would close together, swallowing him again.

Rainbow could change the shape of his prison in the direction she leaned, feeling him curve with her crack, how long he would last inside a powerful clench of her ass.

"Weird."

Spike's heart stopped. Darkness and tightness flooded simultaneously. The waistband of the thong and shorts closed to her waist. The shorts smacked and clung to Rainbow's butt. They thinned across its shape, accentuating its form, an extra layering. Both articles compressed her ass completely.

Spike screamed as the cheeks slapped and smacked onto him, grounding together from the outside pressure of the fabric. Their softness sunk into Spike as a furred ceiling collapsed across his face. Firmness gripped him next: its power crushing his bones.

The utter compression muffled Rainbow's humming.

Rainbow walked.

Her shorts-covered ass swung in her strut. Underneath the layering, deep inside the booty, somewhere diminutive in her narrowed cleft, the dragon endured being smooshed by a winding river of squishiness. Each step rose and lowered a cheek, both pronounced in her shorts, but to the dragon, he joined them in their every centimetre of movement, slanting upward and down. His form curved to the constant swaying of her crack. Tightly bounced with the cheeks, rubbed up and down their insides, leaning with their tilting.

He morphed into whatever shape the massive booty pulverized him into.

The ride stopped. Everything rocked into place. Spike breathed. Despite not doing anything, being worked inside the ass stole his energy. Completely compressed in every possible way. Tickled by silk and driven across the smoothest skin. Sometimes, ground into the shape of an 'S'.

The fact his cock was so painfully bunched between the thickest clump of ass, enveloped in the softest blue furs... Spike lost his train of thought, whimpering. He tried his hips, a single hump against the massive clumps.

Arousal pained him. Constant sexual stimulation teased him further but made no promises of release, leaving him on the cusp of a life-ending orgasm, one inside the thong of a giantess. Everything whirled around like the moon doing a quick rotation.

He blasted with the movement, back plastered to a cheek, the force sinking him into it. The other flew ahead of him. He knew what would happen once the waist finished turning.

Crap.

The ass swung. The back cheek clapped the front, wobbling, breaking the dragon between them. It'd been like breaking into a barrier of toned dough. The walls squished together. He was compressed again. Fuzzy flooring and ceiling spread across his face and scales.

Space opened. Hips stuck outward. Fabric pulled away, and a light shone and filtered through the overhead thong. A confused noise came from his captor. Was Rainbow examining herself? Or checking her ass out because of the odd tickles?

Spike's feet scratched at the curved cheeks. Rainbow shuddered. He looked up to the top of her crack. Rainbow had felt him.

The problem was: he barely felt like more than irritating fabric.

G-Get… your head back together.

Crawl out of this.

Still drenched in sweat, the dragon wiggled upward, slipping between the two blue walls, crawling enough to free his arms. The pressure relaxed further. He gripped clumps of the right cheek, ascending its curve. Furs brushed across his chest and stomach, and legs. Faint vibrations rumbled throughout the area.

Rainbow should be feeling this and wondering why something alive is stuck inside her ass.

Was that how it was? Did the girl push her ass out for a moment to see if something else had been caught back there? Did she feel him now? Looking confused at her own rump, unaware of the world it contained, to the dragon crawling out from its inside, leaving its innermost center?

Spike slowed on sloping himself to the exiting curve of the cheek, looking out and to the right, seeing the skyline of the pink thong. The twins held him enough to support him here, but he had more control in morphing their softness.

Something opened the back of the thong. The waistband pulled away to the flashing of intrusive light. Spike covered his eyes as he crawled upward. Something approached. Something large but slender and fast. Before his mind could make out the object, it pushed through the vast cotton, the material morphing inward as it groped around for him.

It shot like a missile, searching for him. His feet fell away from the cheek as he clambered upward, holding the cord of the thong to pull himself up. Once hoisted over the article, he felt the shorts bend closely around him, concentrating on where the finger pushed.

The fabric implosion scratched below, and a light, terrific sound echoed throughout the space. Rainbow rubbed her ass, having felt him there. Then the nail pulled away a few seconds later, and the girl twisted in place to resume her movements.

Spike laughed while relaxing over the thong, quickly beaten and battered by the opposing glutes, jostled between the two, finding their upper curve tougher meat to bite into. Rainbow had resumed walking. Worst yet, that meant he would be stuck back here while she jogged in less than a few minutes.

The dragon collected himself as the cheeks twisted over and into him, forcing him into a sway that went right and left, a thicker muscle behind all that softness. Shaking his head, the tiny creature had no choice but to swim. He paddled upward through tons of booty, prying apart the blue squish.

It was hard to move. Hard to keep yourself together as a girl's petite but now-massive backside slammed into him in every possible way with its overwhelming softness. Shoving him left and right, grinding him into the curve of one for a difficult moment before being crushed in the middle by both. It was a constant, winding ride with the light at the valley's top.

Spike crawled and swam even faster now, the grip of the glutes their tightest as they had him in a clench. His head and shoulder wiggled and popped through the top of the cyan crack, taking a moment to gasp a breath that wasn't 100% Rainbow Dash.

Then everything squeezed.

An overwhelming squish broke into his sides with a thick barrier of muscle. Spike arched to deal with the force, kicking his legs inside the tush and beating his arms on the mounds. There was no escape. No way to free his middle from the beast's hold. Rainbow had caught him snug in the top of her crack as the rest of the glutes hardened and teased, utterly compressing his being.

"Screw it."

The waistband of the shorts pulled away. Light invaded and blinded the dragon. When his vision returned, he saw the veil of shorts slipping down her ass. They carried downward, blurring as they fell. The legs below spread—suspending the pair in the air.

Spike looked out from the top of the cheeks, over the waistband of the thong, seeing the world the way Rainbow's perky butt saw it. He gazed out to the mirror far in the beyond. It revealed the backside that'd become his new world.

He saw himself in the mirror. Nothing more than a dot of purple against rounded hills of blue. Rainbow cupped the bottom of her cheeks, raising and pronouncing them. Her head checked the mirror from over her shoulder with a confused expression. Not even the giantess checking out her ass for him saw him resting at the top of her crack.

Her rose-coloured eyes were glinting in surprise at an unfamiliar sight. Spike's breath caught in his chest as their gazes met inside the glass.

Where the giantess had noticed the itty-bitty dragon sinking and reclining into her backseat.

And, slowly, a hand lowered to retrieve him.

Chapter III | Rocky Rides [RarityEQM]

~ III ~

Rocky Rides [RarityEQM’s Chapter]

It wasn't the tremendous jostle and jiggle of Pinkie Pie's broad beautiful bottom or the supple shape and roundness of Fluttershy's cushy behind, but it had a perfection all its own. Rainbow Dash carried with her, perhaps, the most muscular, powerful rump Spike had ever snuck a peek at. Really, it wasn't his fault she did all those stretches, and exercises, limbering up before races and jaunts around the track. And those skin-tight shorts she wore... Spike groaned. Often he let his mind old audience to the notion she was teasing him on purpose. Holding those positions just a little longer than absolutely necessary when she was stretching and letting the thin material of her shorts slide deliciously into the narrow cleft of her rump.

If Spike didn't know any better, of course. And he knew better. He knew she wasn't giving him an extra little waggle of her hips when she raced by, and he knew she wasn't flipping her tail out of the way to expose the sweaty glutes that shifted and rubbed against one and other when she shot past. She wasn't purposefully letting her trunks slide down far enough to give him a glimpse at the 'Y' of her crack, bare and prominent with her every movement, and she certainly wasn't wearing thongs for his enjoyment. She wore thongs everyday, not just for him, and today was no exception.

Spike, at least, wished she would have chosen to wear anything else underneath those tight shorts of hers. Anything at all, because as it happened, having his face pressed snuggly against her sweaty blue pussy was driving him absolutely wild. She hadn't stopped jogging since she set him inside of her shorts, and now that he was trapped inside of her thong, he wasn't going anywhere other than where she decided he would go. Every step forcefully found him flush against her dewy petals while the hefty scent of her overworked thighs stung at his nose.

Periodically, the ride would come to a halt and a blinding light would dazzle his senses, fresh air would rush into his nose, and a roar of the outside world rattled in his ears.

"How ya doin' down there, shrimp?" She giggled, the giant blue face peering down at him eating up every inch of vision he had. She was grinning her smug little grin, with an ever so slight hint of rose dancing along her cheeks. He smiled sheepishly and gazed up at her, lazily resting on the cot created by her stretched-out thong. He admittedly loved Rainbow's brashness. She was so open and carefree, that she'd be willing to pull her trunks out in the middle of the park, just to talk to the little dragon nestled inside of them.

"I-I'm ok..." Spike sputtered. The only answer his arousal-choked brain could manage. Rainbow grinned a little bit further.

"Oh yeah? Cause it looks like you're havin' a good time," She snickered. Yes. He had an erection. A wildly throbbing one, begging for another release. He pretended not to notice, but couldn't keep his own cheeks from pinkening. Oh, yeah, she was eating the attention up. He could tell. She was loving every second of making him worship her giant flower and every second that passed he could tell she was getting more and more worked up herself. Just the idea that something so small was trapped between her thighs, or wedged between her cheeks was making her gentle morning jog a smorgasbord of narcissistic indulgence. Well. As long as it made her happy.

"So, what's the verdict? You still good in there, or you want the back seat again?" She asked, the smugness in her voice not wavering an inch. Spike blushed profusely. An answer enough. She reached a choice set of blue fingers down and plucked him from the comfy confines of her crotch and held him up to eye level momentarily, looking him over, but mostly gawking at his pint-sized erection. More feed for her ego. Without a second thought, however, she reached behind her and grasped the rim of her jogging shorts, tugging them down, to moon the park behind her. With her other hand, she carefully guided Spike down, and slapped him against the crack of her bare blue rump, before she let go of the shorts to swallow him entirely. The firm cheeks gripped Spike tightly, a firm squeezing hug that groped him viciously and promised he'd not fall from the shifting globes anytime soon. No matter how fast Rainbow ran, those two cheeks were going to hold Spike prison for the rest of her trip. He gave a content little sigh, the fuzzy walls, already starting to twist and shift along his tiny frame.

And with that, she was off for another lap around the park.

Rainbow let her pace drift to a staggering halt, panting quietly and resting a hand against the nearest tree trunk she could. It wasn't that she was tired. Not at all, she could run for days. No, it wasn't her stamina that was giving her issues, but the little dragon wiggling in the crack of her rump. She had imagined teasing Spike like that would have been fun. After all, how many chances would she get to torment a pint-sized dragon? Especially one that wouldn't barbecue her afterwards. Especially one she had to admit was kind of cute. Oh, yes, teasing was certainly happening, but Rainbow hadn't planned to be the victim. She gave a grunt and tried to find her stride again, breaking away from the tree and hopping forward.

Instantly, she could feel him at it again, wiggling back and forth between her tight cheeks, burying himself as deeply as he could into her crack before climbing up to the 'Y' and down to the bottom. Each step was a teasing, tickling sensation that forced her to stumble and squirm. Guh! How was she supposed to run like this?! He was using her thong to find purchase in her butt, climbing it like a rope and sliding down it just the same, repelling off the rounded globes of her tight behind and digging his claws in when he climbed back up. It itched, it tickled, and the worst part? The absolute worst part of all of it, was she could feel herself getting more and more distracted the more he teased her. The front of her shorts were slowly but surely starting to grow a tad on the slippery side.

Rainbow gave a cold little growl and glanced around. The park was still empty. Good. She reached down and tugged open the front of her shorts, glaring quietly downwards at the sodden panties underneath.

"Hey!! The hell you think you're doin' in there?!" Rainbow growled. A few moments ticked by, and ever so slowly, Spike's head emerged from somewhere between her legs. A little dot of purple on the cotton of her underwear. He was small, yes, but she could see his ear-to-ear grin stretched across his lips.

"My butt is not a jungle gym. You knock that off!" she snarled. His grin grew even wider, and the tiny drake offered a cheeky salute in turn, before dipping his head back between her thighs and vanishing with a quick flash of his tail. Rainbow didn't like that grin. No. No, there was no way she'd let the little drake get one over on her. She reached down, trying to fish him out, but the dragon was surprisingly nimble. He clung to her slipper cheeks, and shied away from the fingers that tried to pinch him. When she'd nearly catch him, he'd retreat into the safety of her crack, lost in the snug shadowy depths where he'd wiggle and squirm against her. There was no way he was missing the signs of her arousal. Even past the saturating scent of sweat, she was positive he could smell her little blue pussy growing slick.

"What are you doing?"

Rainbow glanced up immediately. Flitter was standing in front of her, head cocked to one side, half a smile twisted across her lips. Rainbow stared, frozen in place, one hand in her shorts, the other holding them open and giving Flitter a perfect view of her thong and the wet mark staining the front of it. Slowly, Rainbow withdrew her fingers and forced a smile, wracking her brain for an excuse. Any excuse. Any at all!

"I...um..." were the only words that came out. Flitter, however, seemed to take it in stride, rolling her eyes and jogging past with a roll of her hips.

"Cute underwear," she chuckled as she sped off. Rainbow sighed letting her shoulders slump in relief before she immediately arched her back again. Spike was wiggling. Was he trying to press himself deeper into her crack? As much as she secretly enjoyed grinding the little dragon between her cheeks, it was starting to build a pressure that she was going to need to take care of sooner than later. It was a good time to start the trip home.

Rainbow Dash bit down gently, suckling at her lower lip as she fell into step behind Flitter. She'd never noticed before, but the other mare had curves to make a mountain road jealous. She was clad in a white sports bra that hugged her chest, partially see-through with sweat, and clinging jealously to her jostling breasts, but it was the plump, shapely backside that Rainbow had her eyes on. That Rainbow was following.

The tight green jogging shots Flitter was wearing looked as if they'd been painted on. They squeezed the twin globes of her rump, digging deep into her crack while allowing the lower part of her cheeks to peek out from the leg holes. They were entirely too small to be worn for jogging shorts and seemed like they'd be much more suited to a smokey bar with a lit pole in the center. She ran in a rhythmic jaunt, her hips delving into a hypnotic tick-tocking sway that waggled her firm-looking behind at Rainbow Dash tauntingly. The flicker of her tail only served to accentuate the globes, bringing attention to the way they would shift and grind against each other in a silent, rolling Siren's call.

Perhaps five minutes had passed, perhaps only one. Rainbow Dash found herself lost in her greedy gaze, those perfect shorts and pert, perky cheeks siphoning and sense of time passing she might have been able to discern. No, the only thing she could focus on were the delicious curves jiggling so temptingly in front of her. She did, however, notice when they stopped, and her head snapped up. Flitter was staring at her, the same coy quiet expression etched across her lips. Rainbow Dash blushed a solid shade of crimson and quickly searched for an explanation to her open ogling before Flitter turned around and started jogging again. Rainbow swallowed silently. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear Flitter was purposefully swaying her hips noq, a pronounced shift back and forth while she ran. Her tail seemed to be flickering higher and higher, no longer swishing back and forth, but held off to the side, as if to display the proud rolling cheeks peeking up from under the material.

Realizing she was staring again, Rainbow fell into pace, jogging until she could fall into step next to Flitter. She didn't acknowledge Rainbow at first, but Rainbow could definitely catch the warm smirk that tugged at Flitter's lips and a glance out of the corner of her eye.

"Wanna see mine?" she asked coyly. She hadn't stopped jogging, nor turned to address Rainbow Dash, but the question was clear as it was quiet. For a moment, Rainbow Dash shook her head in confusion.

"Err...your what?" she asked, keeping pace. She didn't turn to look at Flitter either. It was sort of strange, talking to another pony without looking at them, but Flitter had started it. The other pegasi's grin grew a little wider and for a few moments, she let silence fill the gap between them. Still staring straight ahead, the next words came just as quiet and just as clear as the question asked.

"Panties," she said quietly. Rainbow wasn't sure she'd heard her correctly. The pounding steps of her hooves against the pavement and the thrum of her heart beating in her ears made such a sly, coy comment difficult to hear, but she was positive she heard Flitter correctly. Her body certainly seemed to, her wings standing out from her back good and hard. Flitter's shy little smirk that followed was all Rainbow Dash needed for further confirmation, and slowly, Flitter began to veer her way out of the park, the last words she said ringing in Rainbow's ears.

"My place."

The ride was more or less a smooth one. Well, as smooth as a ride could be when one was riding in a thong. Still, Spike took the bumpy trip in stride. There really wasn't much he could do otherwise save cling tightly to the material and try not to let his own arousal suffocate him. Regardless of his attempts, however, the tiny dragon could feel himself gradually losing control. What could he do about it, though?! The rough grinding of his face against Rainbow's sweat-soaked pussy made it all but impossible for him to hold onto any slice of sanity he had. The tight blue walls hugged him warmly, sliding back and forth against his tiny frame with a delicious slickness that only seemed to enhance how easily Rainbow dominated his little body. If he turned himself juuuuust right, he could press his aching erection against the squishy, grinding walls, for a bit of relief, but he found himself enjoying the erotic balancing act. He was straddling the sensual precipice of an orgasm with every step and the pleasure that rumbled through him might have been better than the act itself.

But that's when everything stopped. Stopped? Rainbow had stopped. She was saying something to someone. The rumble of her voice seemed to reverberate through her form, shaking droplets of sweat and arousal around Spike's body. Then, Rainbow was running again. Faster, this time. A slightly different pace that the languid jog she was doing before. It was almost like she were trying to run away from something, or chase after something. Regardless, the end result was the same; the squishy hug Spike was getting before became an almost violent massage of his entire body. Without realizing it, he reached forward, instinctively to grasp hold of Rainbow's inner walls and squeeze tightly to steady himself. From somewhere above him, he could have sworn he heard a sharp little moan. Was that what that was? Was she getting wet? Spike drew in a deep breath, trying to pry through the numerous sensations that assailed his sensory input. She was obviously aroused, but now it smelled like it was a growing passion that was getting stronger. He certainly felt slicker, sliding back and forth between the hot little slit between her legs, but despite the pleasures of this newfound massage, there was somewhere else he wanted to be even more so...

With a herculean effort, Spike grasped hold of Rainbow's thong and began to hoist himself out of her slippery, sensitive pussy, pulling himself free, little by little until he could start making headway towards his goal: the tight blue cheeks around back.

Author's Note

This is the chapter written by Soul Sister/RarityEQM.

It was a tough call to the amount of modification/editing that should be made to it. I wanted it to be unaltered. This resulted in the other chapters—and the story itself—being based around this one.

As such, besides obvious spelling mistakes, the text remains unchanged.

Chapter IV | Sweaty Landscapes

~ IV ~

Sweaty Landscapes

Spike crawled across the tight, cotton trench, the underside of the giantess shifting overhead. Flanking thighs filled the space and stretched the fabric bridge. Their darkened mass swung forward and back, each a powerful instrument that moved the vessel. The air boiled in a stinky musk. Sweat layered fur and scales, dampening the cotton. Soon it would drench the place.

Spike wiped his face. His scales gleamed. He crawled forearm after forearm to eventually see the underside of those blue cheeks—and the shadowy divot between them.

Watching those cheeks jump and drop inside the pair of underwear was fascinating. Seeing what they were like inside their constrictions. Watching them wobble and twist, the slit between them a grinding delight. Little bounces rocked their bottom. The shorts clung to their curves, barely absorbing the jiggles.

That's enough watching.

The cotton bridge swayed to the stride of the overhead hips, flexed from side to side, stretched by each pull of the sprinting legs. Sometimes, the powerful steps struck the ground too hard. The cotton would jump, flinging the dragon upward, pelting Spike against Rainbow's bare underside.

He carried forward on the narrowed pathway, seeing the thighs closely, how quickly and powerfully they swung, the way the cotton flexed to their movement and shape. They added to the burning air. Everything was trapped in by the thong.

And surrounding shorts.

This wouldn't be enough to please the dragon. Not in the slightest. Even though the cotton lane twisted, bunched, and ground into his crotch, it wasn't enough pressure, the right kind of softness he wished to be smothered inside. No. It was the titanic cheeks ahead. The shifting, twisting globes of blue squish. Sucked between their spheres and compressed until softness and cyan would all be that he ever knew.

The dragon crawled underneath them, directly beneath their middle, safely watching how their undersides swayed and dropped into their mechanical routine. Above him loomed the crack that rolled high outside his view. It swung, leaning from side to side, teasing him to the wonderland inside.

Chuckling, the little dragon rose inside the confined space, clapping his claws for a dive. But he dove upward. Kneeling on the flexing fabric, he dipped his claws into the shadow between the moving globes, peering inside the crack of darkening blue. His claws wiggled between the malleable walls, straining himself in peeling away the two masses, creating a warmed, sweaty pocket of space.

The shifting globes helped in swallowing him. Once the dragon had wormed himself enough, the twin masses gripped his wrists, grinding him upward, devouring his arms, collapsing on the sides of his head next, licking it, tasting it, meshing into it, drawing it into their depths next. Rainbow's next set of footsteps allowed her ass to eat the rest of the limp dragon. Pulling him upward with no effort required on his part.

With most of his body submerged, the little dragon hung from the underside of the supple, shifting derriere. His feet didn't even touch the cotton slope of the thong. His waist swung, and his legs kicked in the air.

A few more steps, a few more twisting gulps, and the butt completely swallowed the dragon, digesting him into its middle, hiding him from an already hidden view, the natural blueness of suppleness tucking away the diminutive dragon. Each step flushed him inward and outward, grinding him in place, where they continued to work out as their master continued her sprint.

Then another problem emerged.

Everything was perfect. Cyan cushioning rolled into the dragon from opposing walls as their natural squish spread across his existence. That tight sapphire ass massaged his erection with its natural softness. She was running. Seemingly unaware of him. Yet her ass worked him into a growing and coming orgasm.

It was the perfect place. Tight without being crushing. Sweaty air joined by moist fur. It pushed the little dragon over the edge. But something new touched him as well. One that, despite his lodgings, he hadn't expected.

Something had joined him in the womanly furrow. Thick and large, like an oversized lace. And that was exactly it. Spike hadn't realized the approaching cotton until grinding and giving rug-burn into his side.

Rainbow had been running so fast that her thong had ridden up on her!

Spike scrambled between the blue barrier taking turns to curve into his existence, leaning him with their overwhelming essence and force. Morphed to their spread, bent forward and back to the shape of their twin. The thong gained on him. Plunging into the tightening abyss. Wedging the helpless dragon into the unseen territory of the monolithic temple.

From outside the crack, the swells of the blue cheeks continued to grind together, as they always have, not a change to their shape or how they operated. Their slit revealed nothing of the thong ridden up all the way inside. Of even the impression of an itty-bitty dragon, devoured by the monstrous butt, so deeply buried that fingers would have to go searching and prying for a while before he was ever found.

Rainbow scratched the back of her shorts without being mindful of the roommate inside. She fell harder into her steps, feeling the inside her cheeks grind into his existence, swallowing him deeper inside her butt. There was something powerful in feeling an itty-bitty creature being eaten by her ass. That, no matter how much he pounded on the wall or wiggled or fought to escape, he only slipped deeper and deeper, brought in by nothing but her jogging. Knowing that her body was a prison made it even sexier to feel his transition.

That tickle faded inside the thickest portion of her booty. That would be revenge for earlier. Teasing Rainbow like that. Humiliating her in front of Flitter.

The little bugger thought she had forgotten. Flitter had been quite the distraction. Those curving hips had drawn her attention long enough to lower Rainbow's guard. But when the dragon was foolish enough to be swallowed by her butt? That had been the perfect moment for retribution.

But she hadn't expected her thong to follow after him.

It slipped between her cheeks, sucked inward because of her stride, wedged into the depths of her crack before colliding with the purple pebble inside. Rainbow's ass involuntarily clenched at the realization—utterly snuffing the poor critter with her tush. It didn't help when her butt released him. Her every step drew him deeper inside. He scrambled between her cheeks, helpless against their tightness, doing nothing more but tickling the giantess.

Flitter had made this a chase, a test to see how badly Rainbow wanted this. It pushed the sweaty girl to her limits to keep in the perfect position of second place. There was no time to stop and tug out her shorts and use a finger to pry the thing out from her butt—much less out where the dragon had disappeared to.

All she could do was hope that he was happy to be drowning in so much booty.

She continued to run. Feeling the thong slipped all the way inside without a trace of the dragon to be found. She was too thick to feel his most desperate wiggles. More rose warmed her cheeks as hotter wetness escaped her. More and more came the craving to enjoy herself today.

A tiny dragon behind her.

And the knockout ahead.

Flitter had unexpectedly taken flight underneath Cloudsdale. Their chase continued into the sky with the flapping of wings. Rainbow felt something tumble within her underwear. Something deep within her cheeks pulled downward from the gravitational pull. Before she could focus much on it, she was forced to turn and whip, the pebble breaking from one cheek into another.

And before she knew it, the two were in the city, gliding down the street. They landed before Flitter's house before its doorstep. Both were panting and sweating and looking at each other with childlike excitement. Their narrowed eyelids betrayed their burning eyes.

Flitter spoke first with an upward nudge of her head. "Something wrong with your underwear again, Dashie?”

Rainbow fell against the door and breathed laboriously. Turns out being able to swallow a dragon with your ass could be an ultimate turn-on. She was dazed in every way. She didn't even protest the forbidden nickname. "Just... my thong. Rode up during our run. N-No big deal."

Flitter grinned as she approached. "Mhm. No big deal at all." With a hand hovering over the back of Rainbow's shorts, she smacked that ass, a loud clap ringing out, the cheeks wobbling to Rainbow's yelp. "You'll be able to take care of it in a second, after all."

Flitter then passed with a smirk, unlocking and opening the door, striding inside with a slow sway of her hips. Rainbow watched them disappear into the darkness of the home while she rubbed the slapped place. Gripping the stinging cheeks, Rainbow remembered the passenger deeply buried between them.

Looking over her shoulder and down her back, she opened the back of her shorts, peering inside. The top of her sweaty cheeks opened in her view. The cord of her thong was flush with the top of her crack. There wasn't a hint of the other tenant.

"She said I could take care of this inside," Rainbow said slowly and carefully. She was about to bring the little pesk into a session of sex that could put storms to shame. She then let the shorts snap-close over her bottom, once against compressing her ass into their shape. "Hope you're ready for more, Spike. Because this might be more than you can handle."

Rainbow strode inside.

And closed the door behind her.

Everything was dark. There wasn't an inch of space inside the place. The curves were their thickest as they compressed together. The rest of the cheeks wobbled with the woman's steps. Extreme pressure squeezed the sides of Spike's head. Intense force doubled the squish sealed into his sides.

Buried in the decisive center of Rainbow's massive ass.

Spike supposed he was lucky. The thing had stopped before the place of no return. It was still here with him, holding back a modicum of the encroaching, squishy mass. Voices and sounds came muffled through the absolute density that entrapped him. Doors clicked. Footsteps rumbled. Sheets rustled, and voices echoed.

Voices and sheets?

"Y'know..." another voice spoke from the outside world, sounding an impossible distance away. It flew into his prison, through all that squish and inside its middle, vibrating into him. Hearing a conversation from the back of a girl's covered ass. That was a first. "You never told me what you were doing in the park." The stranger chuckled. "You're adventurous. But helping yourself in the park isn't your kind of thing."

Rainbow shifted. The space squished. Dough flattened. Her hips leaned to the side, a cheek weighing harder into the other, tilting the dragon, burying him further. "I, uh... m-may or may not have something interesting inside my underwear." She coughed. "Believe it or not, I guess."

"You're friends with Twilight Sparkle," Flitter hummed. "Anything's possible."

Ain't that the truth.

"Ain't that the truth," Rainbow repeated his thought from outside his prison before shyly turning around. The gravitational swing threw the place around. Then everything arched outward for a moment. "In that case... I have a guy inside my underwear."

Silence.

"Come again?"

"Dragon, actually." Rainbow weakly laughed. "You know Spike, right?"

No, no.

Rainbow wasn't going to reveal him like this, was she? Let Flitter know exactly where he had been the whole time? She couldn't pull him out like this! Fish two fingers into the back of her thong until they reeled his beaten form out. There was no way that this wouldn't get out.

Spike the dragon.

Conquered by Rainbow's rump.

She would tease him at normal size. Smack it while passing by and ask Spike if he missed home. Or ask if he wanted back inside before taking a seat. Rainbow would shake her butt at him. Remind him how something so small and tight was once his whole world.

"Twilight's assistant?" Flitter finally followed. "You mean he's in your thong? Like... he's tiny or something?"

He could feel Rainbow's nod.

And Flitter's excitement.

"No way! That must be awesome! W-Wait!" Flitter's voice grew louder. "So you mean... that little guy was in your underwear the whole time? While you were jogging and all that? That must have felt amazing! Having a small guy doing nothing but tending to you. You have to show him to me."

Her footsteps boomed closer. "Where was Spike hiding out? Don't tell me he's buried back there."

His captor chuckled. "He kept switching places. Though someone got a little too confident and bit more than he could chew. He was showing my pussy a good time. Then my backside caught him, and my thong drove him in."

Rainbow was pulling down her shorts before another girl. Fingers brushed against fur as lycra was peeled from the skin. Light shone on the backside, though a slice appeared above. Spike wiggled but was locked in place, the density too chubby to effect.

He needed help.

Like it or not.

"He's buried pretty deep in there." Rainbow seemed to be reaching for the next article. "Do you mind looking for him? I don't want to accidentally scrape him with my nail." Laughter escaped her next. "Unless you have a problem with my ass."

Flitter's footsteps quaked close before an eerie stillness settled. A shadow blanketed the rolling booty. The colossal form lowered from somewhere before him. It was impossible to see out from the crack. Not when the skin squished together and a cord belonging to a steel bridge blocked the view.

"Ah-ah! Leave on the thong." Hands rose like spaceships onto Rainbow's hips, a clapping sound following their compression. "Taking off your clothes is always the best part." Seconds passed before the fabric slid again. Back splayed to a cheek, the dragon watched the cord retreat from the cleft.

It slid through the tightness with incredible speed and strength, escaping the confines and emerging into the open world. The crack closed back in on itself. The rest of the articles fell down the towering leg. Rainbow was naked from the waist down.

"Not bad, Dash." Flitter's voice roared closer. Spike curled into himself. He felt like a mouse in hiding, while a predator clawed its way closer outside. Its face drew to the cheeks, eclipsing his light. Next, a pair of lips pressed into a cheek, making out across its curve. Exhales blasted into his hidden lane.

Then the blur of the head pulled away.

"Definitely made his home into somewhere nice." Flitter held each of the cheeks and, slowly, pried them apart. "Time to see if anyone's inside."

Was this how it was going to happen? Rainbow, bent over in a room that wasn't hers while her soon-to-be lover searched her rump for a diminutive dragon? That seemed to be the case as the cheeks spread apart, widening their maw, the impossible thickness being groped, grouped, and constrained.

Fresh air swept inward, as did some light.

The pressure relented as the dragon was peeled from a cheek, still plastered to its sister, fully like a starfish. Gravity did not scare him as he hung from inside the chasm. His sweaty bindings firmly affixed his scales to the squishy skin of the plump clump.

And moist fur was flattened beneath his back, rising around his frame and limbs, like a prisoner extracted from their maximum-security cage. He felt himself leaning with the inward curve of the pulled cheek. Now free to breathe and wiggle around, the dragon squinted in his freedom, looking out to see a looming, shadowed face.

Flitter's massive smile loomed outside the cheeky valley.

"No way," Flitter couldn't contain her amusement as her gaze remained fixed on him. "You had a little dragon glued to your ass the whole time! Celestia that must have felt great.” Her face drew nearer. "How about it, little guy? Did you enjoy worshipping Rainbow Dash?"

Spike wiggled on the bunched cheek to a small production of wobbles across the surface. Nothing broke his bindings. He was unable to peel himself from the inside of the massive booty-cheek. He looked out from inside the canyon and saw the giant, darkened looming face.

"Certainly beats church," Spike said with his best attempt at a shrug, raising a minuscule portion of squish.

Flitter laughed and blew a strand from over her face. She reached a hand in, its shadow passing over the hills, with fingertips homing on the dragon. They rubbed shoulders, pinching him and peeling him from the wobbly fuzz.

Cool air swept across his warmed, sweaty back.

And the fingers ascended at speeds unknown.

Spike rocketed into the sky inside the lurch of the hand. Everything blurred in a light blur as colossal shapes were distorted in his view. In slowing came clarity. Held inside the sky, a head loomed in the distance, one the size of a cloud, a face that evoked thunder. Flitter's might peered into the pinched, squirming dragon.

"Lucky." The words were simple, and so was the tongue sprawling across the titan's lips, wetting their plushness, before the mouth opened. The cavernous darkness spread to tease the rest of the pink flesh. That, and the rows of white teeth could house him like a bed. "If I hadn't just peeled you from Rainbow Dash's ass…" her open mouth mouthed the words. "…then I would have tossed you in here and not thought twice."

The mouth exhaled. Warm winds billowed over the hand. Spike drowned in the thickness of its moist air. Scattered dots of wetness pelted across his scales. After the breath had passed, the lips loosened into a smile. The dragon yelped as the hand yanked down. The vertical landscape of the woman blurred downward again.

The coming clarity revealed the two exposed mountains before him. Round and sprawling and fleshy. Dense softness thickened in nearing its center. Impossibly rounded breasts capable of destroying worlds. Casually, they jiggled. Spike's cock twitched. He wanted to drown in that chest, seeing nothing but fat and sweat.

"Don't think you're safe." Flitter's head ascended as the hand lowered. It stopped beneath the underside of the boobs, where the shadows darkened and the air froze. Her shadowy face, blocked by the bust, glared downward. "Because there's so many other ways to play with you."

The hand threw him up. The tiny purple aircraft floated into the immense airspace. Twirling beyond recovery, his wings refused to open. Cyan palms thrust beneath his descent. The dragon rolled for a bit, pelting the firm blue skin of the hand. He stopped with Rainbow's help, who had caught him, peering worryingly. Before either could react—Flitter pushed Rainbow onto the bed.

Rainbow closed her palms into a dome. Spike flew into the ceiling of curved fingers, dragged across their length before a crash sounded from outside, and the dome rocked with it. Tossed inside the darkness, he relinquished control, waiting for everything to finish. Once he was lying forward in the dark land, he slowly started to stand as, all around, the fingers slid from each other, unsealing the dark bubble.

Spike looked across the land of the palm, across the narrow landscape of giantess on her back, over the mushy chest spread apart, to a sweaty face. Rainbow Dash gazed at him through her parted cleavage. Footsteps thundered from behind. Both looked to check their source. Scrambling on the hand, the dragon turned around, now drenched in a shadow, seeing up to Flitter's imposing, towering figure.

An inch of her presence devoured impossible amounts of existence. Spike gulped as the giantess pulled up her tank top. Her boobs smashed inward, pulled up with the top, then bounced freely into the open existence. Heavy and wobbly and seeming like they ached in the open air. The heavy mounds needed to be pleased. Like ancient civilizations required to be called to worship the fullness of those breasts.

"The two of you know better than to keep me waiting." Flittered worked down her shorts with a shake of her hips, kicking them aside after they pooled at her feet. She laid her hands on hands, adding to the powerful view of her thong-covered crotch. "Because this stays on until it has a reason to come off."

Rainbow, without thinking, nipped the dragon between two fingers, tucking him into her cleavage and waiting like a good little girl for what was to come next. Flitter grinned in falling forward, crawling across the bed, arterial fire striking the mattress, the rising squeaks of springs bombarded hangers.

Spike twisted in the cleavage, the milky walls washing into his sides, the coating of fur keeping him submerged. He could wiggle enough to escape the grip of the twins, climbing up the side of another, feeling the quakes of the bed rock the chest. He stumbled up the left boob on its flattening plane, the pricking of his feet a tickle to the giantess. Wetness trickled between Rainbow's legs in watching him ascend.

Beneath him, the trimmed, blue fur had transitioned into a saucer of brightening pink.

Arms struck over the shoulders of the laying giant. A blanketing shadow passed over the round, squishy landscape. The bed squeaked. The mattress sunk deeper from the weight. A cold shiver tickled up the dragon's back. Slowly, he was forced to look up to address the new, looming threat.

Flitter hovered. The little dragon stared up at the hanging boobs and the woman's droopy smile. The underside of her body was covered in a shadow as it sprawled outside the top and bottom of his vision. Her lustful glare was on him. The descending threat of her sexuality desired to claim his existence.

"I hope you don't mind sweaty boobs," Flitter teased as she lowered closer, the twins dropping with a shake, smack into each other to demonstrate their power. "Because they're coming. And there's no way you're not coming out of this squished.”

Spike stood frozen as the boobs dropped. Suddenly the sun and the moon crashed into his existence, a tightening squeeze between the two pairs of boobs. As Flitter descended on Rainbow, nothing but fur and skin meshed against the other. Their faces met, and their lips embraced. Tongue felt tongue as Rainbow's hands explored the fine form of the other. That toned back, that massive ass, the thighs that pleaded for a squeeze.

Their boobs meshed and squished together, dragging and rolling over the other, pushing softness into softness, the grinding of might into size. Between them, in the grinding slit of the mating planets, a little dragon was ground across the domes, sunk into the flesh of one, curved to the sealing of another, nothing but fur and skin crushing across his face, the taste of sweat mixed with the heated air of girl.

"Mmh!" Flitter rose inches from a kiss to leave a blushing, messy Rainbow Dash, with hair covering her face. “This is so hot. That little twerp trapped between us. I can feel my breast having an absolute day with him. I can't tell if it's pleasure or torture for him."

Rainbow huffed an answer. "S-Somewhere… between?"

Flitter licked her lips.

"Maybe."

And went back in only to pause. There'd been a tickle catching her fancy. Raising from her partner and the bed, she came to stand as her chest bounced and rested back in place. Looking down at their impressive size, Flitter couldn't help but laugh.

The little dragon had been splayed to the underside of her left breast! She could hardly see him beneath the stabbing length of her tit.

"Look at you! So adorable like that! What's the matter? Unable to peel yourself free?" Flitter wanted to scratch at him. Or set a finger on his back and massage him into the depths of her breast.

But another idea played out. One that tickled Flitter's pussy with a far hotter iron. "I should put my bra on and forget you even exist. Would you like to go on a jog with me? How about feeling the ground during a pushup?"

Her arms crossed behind her head as she pushed out her chest.

"Let's test your luck instead." Flitter rose on the balls of her feet before lowering, again and again, starting to bounce her chest. The heavy mounds flew and dropped, wobbling around, a series of waves carrying across their shape, delightful jiggles that only increased. "You seem entranced by my chest. Let's see how long you can stick to it."

Meanwhile, on the undercurve of the boob itself, the dragon laid stuck to the flattened fur and the skin beneath, stuck to the curve of softness by womanly sweat and tremendous pressure. The soft sphere flung in the air and broke down with the weight of a striking meteorite. It wasn't the rise or the fall, the feeling of being a fly riding a pitched baseball, but the outward bounce of the bombs that killed the dragon. A hint of their weight, aided by momentum, became a soft punch to his stomach, the squishy flesh breaking into it before the resulting jiggles asked him to endure the tidal waves of tit-flesh.

"Mhm-hmm-mmm!" Flitter chuckled with crossed arms behind her head and the rising and dropping on her feet. She watched her boobs bounce and bounce, harder and faster, feeling like she could break through the side of a wall if she wanted to. Slowly the force broke the dragon free of his bindings. Some of him lifted from the tremendous breast. "Oh! Almost there! Can you make it to nine bounces?"

The next crash knocked the dragon free, throwing him from the jumping boobs, which began to settle after the giantess had decided to stop dancing.

Palms served as landing pads for the dragon's crashing landing. Once again, hands shot into the open to save him. He slid over the curved fingers and rested in the curve made by the underside of her knuckles. He laid limp for a moment, breathing harshly, drenched in another's sweat.

And sporting the thickest erection a tiny could ever possess.

"Looks like someone's tuckered out," Flitter commented on approaching Rainbow, who had stood in time to catch the dragon. The aggressive titan looked down at herself. Another idea, a cause for another grin, burned into existence. "I know just the place for him to catch a fresh breath. You wanna help me with this one, Dash?"

Rainbow watched the dragon cradled in her hands with a smile. So cute and tiny, a handsome little fighter. Something outside her peripheral vision bought her attention. Looking over her fingers and down the belly opposing her, she watched Flitter's hand open the front of her thong. Heat washed upward: as did a smell. The scent of smoky blueberry was left to ferment.

"Drop him in here."

Chapter V | Happy Lodgings

~ V ~

Happy Lodgings

Rainbow Dash peered into the panties, seeing the dark, tight space with honey-laced lips. Swollen, spread, they munched on the cotton of the thong. They drooled nectar onto a wettening patch. It would be a waterpark for the dragon. One attached to the dominating woman who wanted a little dragon to be subservient to her pussy.

To know another dwelt inside the great lodgings of her underwear.

That her moving privates became his new skyline.

And Rainbow, unable to help the burning between her legs, knelt before the woman, becoming levelled with her pulled-out thong—nearly wishing to go inside as well. Gently setting the dragon on the waistband, she let gravity handle the rest. Spike weakly tried to grab at the brim, but claws felt at nothing. He disappeared over the border. Lost to the rising steam and ebony waterslide.

Flitter's fingers flew away from the waistband. It snapped delightfully. The thong added an extra element to her crotch, and though it was hard pressed to see, a slight bulge travelled down its bridge, soon disappearing from view altogether. Above, the goddess moaned with hands stroking across her face. The gigantic being rocked her, a feeling for the dragon tumbling inside her underwear, rocking his word, feeling him pelt swollen lips and drenched cotton.

"A little boy all lost inside my underwear," Flitter moaned the words as her hands fell down her body. She couldn't stop touching herself. Not even when a hand stroked her fabric-covered crotch. Fingers worked across that slope in working the little twerp into her cunt. "That's right. You’re with me now. Unable to escape my panties. Forced to worship me every waking second. My pussy is your world now. Your existence belongs forever between my legs."

Flitter went to bed and flipped onto her back to lay across the best of pillows. She spread her legs, feeling herself all over, never needing another to please her. That little dragon, and all the things she could do, could please from here to a never-ending afterlife.

"Be careful in there," Flitter lovingly warned. "You're just so tiny, and I might not even know if my great, big, giant and hungry pussy gobbles you up." She giggled, continuing to stroke herself with him. "How does it feel, Spike? So tiny... and inside a stranger's thong? Bet you never expected to see my pussy like this. That your first encounter... mmhmm... with me would be... oh yeah... me using you as a sex toy."

Flitter closed her eyes, leaning her head back, indulging in the bursts of pleasure. Getting herself off with a miniature dragon seemed to be enough to set her over the edge. Her fingers had worked him between the lips, nearly being swallowed inside their divide. She then tucked him to her clit, which he seemed to cling to as the large mare spread herself open.

Flitter looked at Rainbow. "Inside the panties of a stranger." Laughter followed the statement as her hand rubbed her crotch, working his minuscule form from the outside. "Probably not how he expected to spend the day—or maybe the rest of his life."

Rainbow crawled on the bed, between her lover's legs, settling between them. She looked down at the front of the underwear. Nothing but perfect fabric framing an excellent crotch touched her eyes. There was minuscule wiggling in the ebony. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around Rainbow's neck while she was on her hands and knees, drawing her into a kiss, a hand exploring across her frame. It ended as quickly as it began.

"Relax. It's just foreplay." Flitter tittered with a moan that raised her face from the throes of rising love. "And from what I'm feeling inside my underwear—your little friend is enjoying it too."

Darkness enhanced Flitter's lovely complexion. "But.. should you ever find yourself in his place... hehmm... feel free to come crawling underneath my door. You can live inside my panties for as long as you like. I'm sure you're the kind that likes to be bossed and worn by a big girl like me. Or maybe…" Hot breath blew into Rainbow's ear. "You want to experience the kind of fun my sister and I get into? Would you like that, Dashie? Secretly slipped into my sister's clothing without being noticed? How would you get her attention? Imagine the ways she would have fun with you without knowing. All while I watched and touched myself from afar."

Rainbow whimpered.

Flitter laughed as she snaked a leg up Rainbow's side, setting their crotches together, which slowly, lightly, began to rub together. "Don't worry. We'd feel you during the middle of your fun—we'd find a use for you. As I tightened my bra, I'd be perfectly aware that you're in my top."

Rainbow couldn't help but fall into the woman, hands searching across her curves, feeling the soft steepness of womanly flesh. Those boobs demanded her face. Licking at where the dragon had been to taste the sweetness tucked inside an inch. Her tongue licked the breast as her lips settled on its flesh. She sucked and suckled, pleasing the larger woman, who rocked to the bouncing of the twins.

Rainbow's hands lowered on Flitter's body. Slipping beneath Flitter's frame to feel the immense pressure of that amazing ass. Too much muscle and fat to fit inside a single hand. No matter how much her fingers stretched or the miles of curves they crossed over, there was simply too much to ever hope to conquer.

Her hand had slipped back out, crossing the squishy barrels that dared to be called thighs and slipped between the woman's legs. Fingers rubbed into the fabric, a cushioning to the mounds beneath. Wetness drenched the material. Thickly lips gnawed at the article. Her fingertips slipped into the slit to feel their shape, the exhale of steamy musk. Knowing that, somewhere in that rich darkness, a tiny dragon was caught in a rocking world.

Rainbow slid from the boob and down the mare's body, the rest of her body sliding across the bed until she became nestled between the two legs, her face set against a panty-crotched. Facing it with glee, she went in with a kiss. Nuzzling the warmed fabric, a tongue pushed through the dense barrier. She kissed and worked at the lips, with a bump between them, rolling it into the slit, guiding it across its slope.

"You're enjoying what you're doing to him, aren't you?" Flitter exhaled the words across her face, coming to lick the sweat across her cheeks. Damp fur became all the damper. "Grinding his prison. Making it harder and richer smelling of me. Allow me to help in your endeavour."

Then the command.

"Lay on your back."

Rainbow, unsure, rolled in place.

Flitter rose onto her knees and loomed over Rainbow. So high above as her ass came inches above her face. It blotted the light. With a shake to its meatiness, the ass descended, cushion after cushion breaking onto her face, the weight mounting, the squish spreading. Flitter adjusted on Rainbow's face to get comfortable in her newest seat. Then she laughed with nearly her total weight on the other girl.

"That should make things easier."

Rainbow couldn't see. Nothing but darkness tinged with sweaty skin and the taste of blue across her face. Immensity layered on her head. Inside the tightness, she barely made out the thong. Everything inside tingled with life. With a nose buried beneath the base of the covered cunt, she ate away at the fabric, chewing through it, making out with the hidden pussy lips.

"Mhmm." Flitter moaned as her hips rocked back and forth, the mass of ass smothering the petite face, the compressed cheeks morphed into new shapes. "I think the two of you have given reason enough for this thing to come off.”

Spike hadn't expected to fall. To not be dropped like a dead pet over the pulled dam of underwear and slid down its steep ride. Drenched cotton licked at his back as the coarseness of the stitching rubbed into his scales. Overhead loomed the pussy that was zooming into view. The maw of a gigantic beast, which yawned and growled, nothing in size to the rest of the colossuses.

The underwear had snapped closed and flung him into the lips. They opened and closed with a mind of their own, moving into his form, slurping him up and down between them. Right of him was the towering valley of a cunny. Behind that, in the large, gaping hole, reminiscent of an entrance to a cave, was the entrance inside the woman.

The cave was hot and moist and feminine. It was living and a part of a much larger living thing. The only place, to someone his size, that seemed normal. It was inside that cave where everything was to his size. Where there was a ceiling that, if he jumped with a flap of wings, he would be able to touch.

Part of him wondered, at that moment, if he was destined to be inside the pussy of a giant, never minding the colossal structure that surrounded him, content with the sways of walking legs, not knowing the outside world from the inside of her existence.

Threats from the outside came and rubbed him around. Lips impressed the fabric, kissing him, a pinning embrace into the squishy nature of the folds behind. Everything changed as everything rose.

Then below, the bridge of cotton was pulled aside by fingers. Light and freshness invaded. Far below, in a zone tucked in by massive thighs, loomed the covered face of Rainbow Dash.

She was a landscape to him. Equally trapped in this tightness. Her eyes glinted on seeing him gripped between the lips. They folded inward, the folds, in the attempt to gobble and swallow him. He wiggled against the pink, bloated skin, fighting forward, wiggling to escape, but always tucked back in a second later.

Rainbow watched him. The intense hotness of seeing a little dragon being gobbled by an uncaring pussy was too much. Flitter's size was unbearable. She was a titan of sexuality. Neither could resist a fate deep inside that pussy. So deeply stuffed inside the self-assured woman. Used in whatever way she pleased. Nothing but horny little insects to a planet of hot damn.

Rainbow, in whatever movement she had left, slipped a hand down to her crotch, tracing unseen lips, unable to help herself. Her face raised with eyes coming close, removing the remaining space in the tightness. Spike's eyes lit up as he cried.

It was too late.

Rainbow's face plunged against the pussy, uncaring of the cum splattering onto her face. Her desperate expression made out with the pussy. Kissing the lips, opening her mouth to make out with them. She licked up and down, the already wet folds covered in a new liquid. She went up to suck and suckle on that clit. Nearly a need to want to swallow it. She inhaled deeply through her nose. Then her open mouth lowered beneath the base of the folds.

Spike looked out to the open mouth, the exposed teeth, the serpent of a tongue. Without warning, it plunged forward, taking him into darkness composed of moans, an immense force pushing him forward. He slipped through the lips, which closed on his arrival, with a tongue wedge between them, barreling deeper within.

His last view of the outside world of Rainbow's mighty lips paying service to hefty gates of his pleasure prison. Meshing their shape in an open kiss as her tongue poked into the salmon hole. Spike passed through the valley and into the vault, pushed from one world into the next, the tongue reaching its end above the cavern, the lack of momentum sliding a grain of purple rice from the tongue's tip.

Spike slipped from the broad, wet front of the tongue, falling inside the heated airs, plummeting into squishy flooring. It rose and clumped, then lowered and deflated. It repeated it time and time again as a thumping bolted the place in tandem to the beating of a city far above his lodgings.

The dragon crawled back on the drool-covered flooring to escape the tongue, its colossal size feeling up and down the sensitive shaft, its weight clashing against the walls in a series of dull thuds. Moans vibrated the pulsating tunnel. The coming winds from behind the tongue carried horny laughter.

And Spike, unable to do a thing, watched around him as the walls became tighter, the flesh undulated faster, and cum surged from beneath the flesh. Rattled around, cast onto burning, feminine muscle, he could do nothing but smell the burning candle of Flitter's pussy. No oxygen remained. Just the personal scent of a giant, overworked pussy.

One that narrowed around him, pushing down on his head, forcing him to lie back, the same claiming the tongue—though it thrashed in its confines. He could do nothing but be squeezed by the softness, licked in the absolute wetness, and ride the shake, quakes, rumbles and moans of the capturing, monolithic girl.

Rainbow knew what she did. Where she had sent her little friend. How he rode that tongue as it plunged to the depths of that cunt. He fell off inside. Blocked from escape with nowhere behind to go. She licked the sweetness inside. The drilling love that lapped and swallowed. The place shrunk due to her efforts. The miniature dragon scrambled inside the shrinking, thrashing pussy.

With nowhere left to go but to be trapped and squeezed in the center of the gigantic goddess.

Rainbow hadn't failed to touch herself. Not even stopping when the ass ground forward and back in her face, the slit rubbing across her mouth, forcing her tongue in different ways inside a lover's paradise. Flitter was moaning as her chest bounced with slaps of air around it. Everything was building to an explosive climax.

"Mhm." Flitter rode for a little longer at an increasing, desperate speed, a hand on her face, another squeezing the burning center of a breast, needing more pleasure to be satisfied. Without thinking, she fell into the collection of pillows. Pulling the thong down one of her legs, she watched Rainbow rise from between her legs, a sweat-smeared face, a vine of cum hanging from her right lip.

"On me." Flitter kicked aside the thong with a pussy exposed to the world. Swollen and open with a clit pleading to be, please. Something of colour entered the view below. "Make that little dragon drown.”

It was an oven. Pink and pulsating and narrowed to where the dragon crawled on his front. Talons hooked into the beating flesh, not sharp enough to break into the density. It pulled himself forward. Cock pinned between heated muscle and his stomach, it ached to be tended to—to submit to the unimaginable scale of arousal cast on him.

But the light shone ahead. Peering through a little hole to illuminate the entrance of the pulsating cavern. What little that naturally came through from the ordinary heaven of the outside world. Spike neared the hole that tightened and released, opening and closing, doing so to a pulse. He rose enough to go over the thin skin, crawling out through the hole, toppling over into a decent fall, escaping the inside of the pussy.

He landed on a fleshy cot. It was the base of the cunny, the inside of the slit, the place between worlds. He laid there for a moment as the folds were opened by a smidge. Looking out of the valley, blinding light hindered his viewing, but, in the beyond, something vertical flew into viewing. Vast, blue, and rounded at the bottom.

Tremors broke across the bed. Squeaks of outlandish weight on a blanket. Lying on his back, the dragon looked out to see a bare crotch, one the size of a soccer field, a fine shape belonging to an unseen giant. Both masses leaned back. A pussy rose into view. One like the moon set to crash into the side of Earth. The dragon could only watch as all bets were off.

The impact of pussy meshing against pussy shook the dragon from the cunny, bouncing him from the lax flooring, sending him between the folds, sticking him to one.

Cum licked him to a lip, a towering rise of pink skin, which ground and rubbed into the other, the immense, plastic pressure sliding left and right into him. Thrusting sounded from the pairs of hips. A bed squeaked as giants moaned in their intercourse. They'd become beats. Horny dogs lost to their lust. Pounding and fucking and pumping their hips to a mutual, building satisfaction.

The pebble was lodged free of the grinding pussies, falling between a pair of one, raised with them, before thrown back out, caught by another. He fell lower and lower each time, not in control, seeing out to the sides, the mounds compressed into mounds, sealing the space between their rubbing cunts. Both moaned higher and louder. Squeaks and shouts of each other's names. Both of their pussies tingled with unimaginable pleasure.

Spike finally slipped between the pair, entering a free fall in the space between their joined bodies, between the shapely bottoms that thrust and bounced on the bed, falling in the darkness between their two crevices. In the dark, there was no stillness, no rest from sounds or motion. Their power rocked the bed, rocking him between the asses, seeing each scoot ever an inch too close.

Either could gobble him up.

He looked above to the girls ready to finish. The intense blurring to their grinding. The dragon had given up. Set between the pair, seeing heaven from the depths of hell, he watched their coming climax with a claw on his cock, only able to jerk off to the religious view.

And it was to his surprise that the two girls sat up together, their asses lifting from either side of him, the twin giants looming over him, drowning out heaven's light in the size of their might. Their shadowed fronts threatened a blurring unknown. Both looked at him as their climax came.

Spike saw the twin pussies hovering overhead, each colossal lip set over his existence, one girl's hand on the other's clit, edging their sex into an end. The little dragon hopelessly pumped his tiny little cock as the giants rubbed each other off. Then, with heads throwing back but eyes staying down, the two cried, pushing out their hips and dropping their pussies over him.

Both of the shadowy caves came. Waterfalls of unimaginable delight broke from their veils. Spike's frantic jerking finished seconds before the tidal waves came. When a droplet of thick milk fired, an ocean of women splashed onto him and his home.

And forever swept was he.

Rainbow bounced on her knees as Flitter's fingers played their final game with her clit. She slowed in feeling all that built arousal flush out her sweet little hole. The messy girl came down from her high with mane stuck to the sweat on her shoulders. The room reeked of sex. It would not go back to normal until after some days.

Her eyes searched for the dragon to see the black wetness on the sheets. She backed away carefully, lowering to the bed, watching across the current for the survivor—finding the blip of purple across the water's trek. With a small smile, she swept him with a finger, raising and turning the tip to her eyes. His form was slunk over its curve. The dragon, safe and okay, soundly asleep.

"Looks like he's going to need to take it easy for a while," Flitter commented on joining Rainbow's side, a kiss to her cheek. "Such a good boy. Can't imagine what it must have been like. Gotta say—I am a bit jealous."

Rainbow turned and caught Flitter on the lips. "Mmh. Me too."

Flitter smiled. "You should get going. He's going to need to rest." Then a grin. "And a lot of freshening up after that."

Rainbow slunk away onto her bottom. "You sure? What about this mess?"

"It'll horn my sister like you won't believe," Flitter flapped back on the bed. "And once I tell her what happened? The idea of a little you should keep her hot for days." She looked over at the discarded clothing on the ground. "Do me a favour. Take my underwear. Something for the two of us to remember this by."

It didn't take long for Rainbow to carefully get dressed. When it came to the dragon, she pulled out the front of her tank top, creating an open space in front of her girls. Setting him against her left breast, she sealed him in. Not too tightly, but enough to be safely held. Closing her top and ensuring that all would be alright, she left the place, mindful of her chest.

The little dragon wiggled around in the open space before his eyes came to open. There was a spread of softness beneath him. The whole of his body was spent. With a head laid to the side, he opened his eyes, seeing, in his waking vision, the face of Rainbow Dash. Her eyes lit up to a blooming smile below.

"Morning to you, champ."

Spike smirked. "Suprised I'm still alive."

"Me too." Doubt weighed her face. "Sorry if we took things too far."

His head shook. "Don't be. You would have stopped if I said so."

Her smile returned. "Maybe."

Spike continued to lie there. "Don't think I'll be moving much for the next few days."

Rainbow leaned in, enveloping him in a soft kiss, the towering lips lingering, the plushness layering his body, healing it. Once the kiss was done, she leaned away, sweeping her mane over her ear. "That's okay. I already talked with Twilight. You're good to stay with me for a while. I'll take care of you any way you want it."

His eyebrow arched. "Any way?"

"Any way." Her tongue stuck out. "Pervert."

He laid back and thought about it for a moment. Being slipped inside the front of Rainbow's panties, caught in pubic fuzz as she slept had its appeal. But then again, he wanted to be somewhere safe where he could recline. Where softness clumped into him like a bouncy blanket.

"Tuck me into the top of your crack, then," the dragon said without shame. "Make me feel like the top of your thong."

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Knew you would go for my ass again."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Good point."

Rainbow gently plucked the dragon from the pillow, coming to slide over the landing zone, resting her chest on it. She was already naked as the fingers offered an aerial view of her back. The fingers lowered before the mass of her ass. Where the twin, bubbly cheeks were at his display. Rainbow checked him over her shoulder, where mane fell over her face.

The fingers guided him in through the top of their crack, where the softness and roundness had started to curve, slipping his feet and legs through the growing tightness until he was tucked up to his shoulders. The cheeks rose before him, their tops barely seen. In the great distance, her legs raised, feet paddling in the air. Her cheeks worked and ground from the motion, grinding massage the dragon, jerking his erection with the bubbling mass.

Rainbow laid the side of her pillow, allowing her eyes to close, keeping the motion up, and falling asleep with a dragon tucked at the top of her butt. Neither of them minded this strangeness as it offered an odd warmth and delight. It was mutually beneficial. And the two of them, enjoying this embrace, fell asleep.

Author's Note

Link to the Afterword:

https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/992035/land-of-cotton-afterword-farewell

Chapter II | Coaxed Perversion

~ II ~

Coaxed Perversion

Spike feared the hovering, overhead fingers, reminiscent of watchful snakes. They debated his existence. If he was worthy of being plucked from his holdings. Rainbow watched from above. Amused where the dragon had been tucked away.

His claw gripped the tops of her cheeks, drawing the slightest shudder from the landscape. Rainbow shifted, having focused on him.

No escape now.

Diving between the cheeks, swimming in the dark fluff and softness, maybe he could flee the reaching hands, seeking refuge inside the depths of the ass itself. But then the hands could pry back the rounded mountains and reveal his hiding place. Or worse, Rainbow could smack her ass, clenching it: condemning him to stay until the end of his days.

Just let her take you, coward.

The fingers split over his head and dived into the crack, wiggling into its depths to free him, wobbling the cheeks. They pinched into his existence, sealing over his face and spines, pulling him the booty's immense but lax hold. Cool air cut down across his heated, sweaty scales, the aftermath of being lodged inside a giantess's ass.

The fingers flew away from the girl's back and swung to her front. Rainbow's covered chest boomed into view. A hand floated beneath the dragon as the fingers released him. He fell and crashed onto the palm, landing on a squishy layering. He laid on his back, catching his breath, recovering his wits, and whatever else lost during his tushy sentencing.

"Ahem."

Spike blinked as he sat up. Another palm pressed into the side of the one holding him. It created a cyan stage. Behind him, he saw fingers curl over the area like bars to a prison cell. Light filtered inside the spaces between them.

Spike looked forward. Rainbow Dash's face swallowed his gaze as if the moon had flown in close for a quick chat. She was unimpressed. The world seemed like it was going to pay for it.

"Uh…" Spike scanned his surroundings for anything that could help. Everything, however, was composed of the giantess holding him. Weakly he turned back with a wave. "…hey?"

"Yeah. Hey yourself." Rainbow Dash's head flicked to a flying spread of hair. Brilliant colours flashed in the air. "Care to explain yourself? Maybe before my hand decides to make a fist?"

Spike's claws sunk into the blue squishiness that the palm's flooring. He leaned back for a better view of the massive face before him. "Uh, explain which part?"

"Gee! Really stumped me with that one, twerp." Her face blasted into him, filling the space around the palm. Her nose jabbed into his chest as her eyes loomed overhead. Rainbow's head blocked all light. Her exhale swept him like winds from a storm. "How about the part where you're an insect crawling around my underwear!”

"That..." The sponginess of her nose weighed down his torso, collapsing his lungs. His little claw gripped the immense weight. "W-Would… would…" A startled Rainbow took the hint and inched away. Spike breathed little breaths in the newfound freedom, but Rainbow's exhale washed them out. "W-Would… you believe me if I said… that it wasn't my fault?"

"O-Oh! Not your fault, huh? This should be great to hear." Her angry eyes could set him on fire. "You getting small somehow? Yeah, alright. I can believe Twilight got back into some freaky-deaky stuff again. You winding up inside my underwear before I slip it on? Hard to believe that part, dude."

"Think about it real hard for a second, Dash." The dragon wheezed as another snort of the woman's breath broke through him. "Why would I go inside your underwear? I could have been crushed or even killed. And even if I was a pervert—you're going to feel me, find me, no matter what I do. There's no way around that. So why would I take that risk?"

"Maybe because getting inside my clothes is worth dying for!"

Damn it. Damn you and your confidence.

"Fine. I have an explanation." Spike waved the air around him. "But that requires giving me space to breathe."

Rainbow glared down. "Not sure you deserve it."

"C'mon, Rainbow," his voice pleaded. “You know me. Would I really shrink myself down to get inside his best friend's underwear?"

Both of their eyebrows raised at the question. They looked elsewhere to ponder it further.

Huh.

"Yeah, alright." The two looked back at each other. Anger faded from Rainbow's face as amusement twinkled in her eyes. "Maybe that's not beyond the realm of possibility. But c'mon. I'm not like that. You know I'm not like that."

Rainbow hovered and stared. Anger waned. The giantess slumped, his stage jostling, pushed to a reasonable distance. "All riiiight. Point made, twerp. You're not a creep."

"Thank you."

"Definitely a pervert." Rainbow smiled with the curve of a half-moon. "Just not a creep."

"Pervert!?" Spike squeaked and stood as he peeled from the blue skin. His tallness and strength were nothing compared to the looming, domineering face. He pointed at Rainbow. She stuck her tongue out. "What gives you the right to say that?"

Rainbow's tongue retracted behind her knowing smile. "Oh, give me a break, dude. You're small, and somehow, the first place you end up in the back of my shorts?"

"Once again." Spike pointed upward. "With good reason."

"Every pervert has a good reason, squirt." Rainbow neared a finger and tapped him on the chest. He fell backward, unable to rise, the slender blue pillar holding him down. She watched and spoke amusingly. "Otherwise, they'd be creeps."

His arms rose from his sides as he gripped the fingertip with his claws. He pushed with all his might to lift it from his chest. Rainbow indulged him, letting him push it up a little. Her nail loomed over his head like a guillotine. He struggled further to lift the fingertip. "A-And I-I'm... neither!"

Rainbow smiled sweetly. "That so? Never checked us out then, hey? Surrounded by seven sexy knockouts on the daily, but not once have you ever taken a peek?"

His mouth opened, but, before he could lie, the finger pushed through his claws, its smoothness brushing his palms. The toned, plush fingertip sealed onto his mouth. Rainbow giggled in saving him from a sin.

"Now's not the time to lie," Rainbow said sincerely, without judgement, gently flicking his snout. “You're a guy. One always surrounded by girls. You're bound to slip. But, hey! You're better than most of the dudes I know."

Spike turned to his side to rise. The finger lifted and the soft weightiness left. He twisted and stretched on the palm of the giantess, somewhat annoyed but unable to be mad. Rainbow watched him with loose interest like one would with a hamster.

Her cheeks suddenly burned while she looked aside.

Memory flared behind her gaze.

"Soooo..." Rainbow started as her face swung back to stare at him. "You becoming tiny. Wanna run that by me? Or did you want a head start on how you came to rent apartment space with my backside?" She snickered at the idea. "Not that I'm blaming you, by the way! If it were me? I'd risk my life to get with two soft blue moons." Rainbow outright laughed—but something else infused it. "Even if they clenched me dead, it'd be the happiest way to go."

Spike twisted enough to crack his spine. It was still curved to the shape of the giantess's crack. "Weren't you about to stomp me because of that?"

Rainbow shrugged, lifting the stage, and lowering it; the dragon stumbled in her palms as she spoke. “I was . Like at first, I mean. But seeing it's you? I don't mind as much."

Is this a trap?

He'd be found—by Rainbow Dash, of all people—and now was time to return to his normal height. It wasn't worth trying his luck. Better to tell the truth than skip any details. Details Rainbow Dash would relish to hear.

"Let's start with the being tiny thing." Spike shivered at a sudden cold breeze. Rainbow cradled her other hand into a dome above him. Warmth flushed downward as fingers interlocked—which kept out the draft. "Thanks. Anyway… Twilight got back into potions again. Something about us jogging together spurred her to an idea or something."

He shrugged. "And as you can guess, Twi went obsessive over it."

Rainbow arched an eyebrow like the lifting of a drawbridge. "What's got her hooked?"

"Some energy brew." Spike scratched the side of his head. "Twilight's explanation is always going to be more complex. But that's the gist of it. It's a drink that basically lets you run longer but recover quicker. Plus a few other health benefits that I, to be honest with you, wasn't paying attention to."

"Good boy." Rainbow chuckled. "So, what? You decided to play guinea pig before our workouts." She smirked widely. "What's the matter? Can't keep up with the Dash?" Her self-indulgence flew closer to his dome. He experienced that grin close up. "Wait! That knock at the door. That was really was you, then?"

"Shrank seconds just after that, I think." Spike looked around the field of the palm. There was enough space to create a tiny band. A living stage was a neat idea for a stadium. "Woke up just before you opened the door. Then I tried chasing after you. Your foot knocked me back into the house. You went to the bathroom after that. I followed you again, but you were already in the shower when I, ah, a-arrived?"

Rainbow rolled her eyes as a playful smile grew. "Yeah, I bet." Her glinting eyes narrowed. Absolute narcissistic delight in being so much to someone so little. "And I'll also bet you decided to invite yourself inside anyway."

Despite their size difference, Rainbow saw his slacked jaw. Her laughter rumbled through her palms as her face sunk behind their edge. Spike wobbled from the trembles, away from the pools of eyes that loomed inches before him. Large enough for him to swim inside. The most beautiful pink he'd ever seen.

"Did you try getting in with me too? Or was the tub too high?"

Spike crossed his arms. "Rainbow."

"C'mon! I'm awesome.” Glitter lit inside her eyes. "Now, all that's awesome is bigger and better." Her eyes neared to peer closer at his diminutive form. "Admit it. You checked out my ass, saw it was enormous, and couldn't help but chase after it. You were dreaming of snuggling with it. Hoping that I would have it in my heart to let you at it."

Spike stomped further into a massive peering gaze. "I was trying to be saved!"

Her eyes rolled. A vine of mane fell across her forehead. "Please. You wanted to get picked from the cold, uncaring ground and be stuffed and lodged in my sweet, warm underwear." Rainbow's head tilted forward as her gaze fell harder on him. "It's the first place you went to, isn't it?"

Spike blushed furiously. "Anywhere else, and I wouldn't have been found! And I would be done for if I kept on the ground."

"What if I only stepped on you softly? Do you think you'll like that too?" Rainbow harmlessly laughed. "We can always give it a shot. That is if you're down."

Spike wasn't falling for the trap as he stood face to face with the final boss.

"Your underwear was easily reachable! It would force you to look down and at me." Spike's voice lowered in remembering that his plan had failed. He deflated. "Just, y'know, I was expecting you to look down. When you didn't, it was already too late. I tried—"

"Did you enjoy it?"

He snapped from his trance. "H-Huh?"

Rainbow's curious eyes softened. "Being back there. You enjoy it?"

"U-Uh, w-well, I-I mean..."

Another trap? Rainbow didn't seem troubled by his time with her butt. But it did feel like an opportunity for her to spring something else. He considered his words. Unsure of where he wanted everything to go. Power to a girl like Rainbow; he would be small and at her will for eternity.

"You've already saved your good name." Her eyes flicked to his crotch. "The only base you haven't covered is between your legs."

Spike glanced at his hardened cock, aching in the air, pained from the gushy warmness of being inside a fat, toned ass. Warmth flushed from the flooring and the surrounding fingers to keep it sustained. With a croak, he covered himself, smiling wide enough to reveal fangs.

"Wouldn't do that!" Her lips rose over the palm to reveal a grin—one brought on by him. "Nothing worth hiding."

Spike rolled his eyes. It felt like he was standing in a police line-up, with the officer as a gigantic BABE. His claws revealed his groin. Rainbow hummed in satisfaction, causing his response. "It's bigger at normal size."

Rainbow's lips blew wind. "Yeah. That's what they all say.”

His arms crossed over his chest. "And just how many tiny dragons are you talking to?"

Colourful hair fell like arms on a clock tower over her face, a messy, dashing look, adding an additional thrill to looking at her. Here Spike was, standing in a field composed of joined hands, thin blue fuzz tickling his soles. Her face loomed beyond him. Just those massive eyes settling on their prize.

Her lips spread into view. Her smile loomed like a view of the sky. The suppleness of those lips as they were licked at. Giggles boomed from behind them as they held back the feminine bombardment. Then the pair flew toward Spike.

Spike yelped and braced for the hurdling lips as they slowed their approach, coming onto him gently. It wasn't strong enough of a contact to knock him back. The encroaching massiveness kissed him as he stood. Pouring softness layering in fur as patches of suppleness affixed to him. There was a touch of wetness lathered on him. Burning warmth with a hum ruminating in the cavern behind the lips.

The lips inched away to offer him a whisper. "The only dragon worth talking to…." They spread into a happy smile. "…is you."

The lips retreated as Rainbow's face filled his vision. Rose-tinted the slopes of her cheeks. Rainbow looked at him differently now. There was love in her eyes. But hunger as well. "And you still haven't given me an answer."

What answer do you want? The truth? Fine… take it.

"It... was nice." Truth seemed the best bet. Rainbow wasn't mad. And this wasn't a trick to expose or humiliate him. Or, at the very least, just humiliate. "I didn't mean to wind up inside your clothes. But seeing you so big. You... I-I dunno. You just towered in that shower—like you were something different. Like this giant or goddess or—"

The lips zoomed in to quickly kiss him again.

"Shh." Rainbow pulled away while shushing him. Her other hand pulled away to leave him on her palm. "Give me too much to work with, and your teasing will be relentless." She winked at him next. "Gotta admit. Out of all the asses? You lucked out with prime material."

Spike fumed. "I wasn't trying to get lucky."

“Please.” Warm air exploded from her nostrils as its edge tapped his scales. "Don't act like you wouldn't have a cuddling session with my worn-thong if you had the chance."

His eyes floated, and his shoulders slumped. Rainbow noticed, and her face zoomed in, her forehead looming over his form like an up and personal billboard. Her eyes burrowed into him. "No way! You totally did have a happy session with my thong! Dude. Do I need to check it for white dots or somethin'?"

Spike threw his claws down. "It wasn't like that! It was just... you were so big... and your footsteps rattled the ground. Then I was in your bathroom while you showered... and had to get in your thong and..."

His eyes winced as none of his words helped himself.

"Ha! Couldn't handle taking in all that Dash, huh? Seeing a ten out of ten figure on a galactic scale must be hard. Naked and showering." Rainbow snickered. "Forced to go scampering through her discarded clothing. Oh, man. Don't even be worried. In that spot, I'd probably be swimming in your boxers or somethin' like that."

Spike looked aside.

"Hey, c'mon now, don't pout." Before he knew it was there, the edge of a nail slipped beneath his chin. Gently, it tugged him back. Her expression softened while her nail scratched the back of his frill. "Only teasing. I know you're not a pervert. You're just a guy. I imagine I would have found you without mishaps if the situation had been different."

Rainbow's smile melted his irritation.

"And I'm teasing you... because you're cute." His eyes became lost in the pools of hers. "So, be honest with me now. Did you enjoy being in my backseat? Was it everything you ever dreamed about?"

He nodded carefully. "Y-Yeah. It was pretty great." Spike slumped in his admission. "N-Not that I really got to enjoy it. I was drowning the whole time. Thinking I was going to be crushed, or something like that."

Rainbow smirked. "But I was too soft for that, wasn't I?"

He nodded shyly.

"Hmm." Rainbow looked around as if someone could be there. "Must have been rough. Towering awesomeness. Unable to do a thing about it. Squished by a massive tush without being able to enjoy it. You're still hard—which is sorta impressive. Did my thong grind into you as well?"

Another nod.

"Heh." Rainbow tapped the top of his head with a finger. "You really are a good boy." Her left eye squeezed shut. "You okay, by the way? Looks painful being that hard."

Spike's cock throbbed. Attention always flared a flush of arousal through it. It took everything as a promise of pleasure. Coughing into a claw, he babbled. "Hence why we need to get back to Twilight. As long as you don't carry me in the back again, I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Her eyebrow rose simultaneously with the edge of her lips. "Think you're right. So... how about a trip in the front?"

"I think that sounds..." Spike blinked. "...c-come again?"

Rainbow grinned enough to reveal teeth. "Don't play coy." She leaned forward and separated her lips. She exhaled a warm breath on him. It passed through him, the air tingling in warm perspiration. In the distance, her mouth opened fully, revealing the bedding of her tongue. That massive cavern that was a world unto itself.

“Ahh.”

Steam billowed toward the dragon as the tongue came out to lap at the dragon. It knocked him down and licked, from face to feet, with special attention on his crotch. It did so enough to blast a load. Finishing took seconds, and the touch of white disappeared on the spread of pink.

Rainbow pulled away and swallowed.

Then she laughed.

"See? No beef between us. This is your chance." Her seduction edged him to rise despite his panting. He sat up as the hand lowered her body like an elevator. It descended her throat, following that swallow, the downward bulge that contained the smallest perfect of him. "This is your one opportunity to kick it with all this wickedness. I won't judge you. You can enjoy every little thing that I have to offer."

The palm tilted forward. Fingers appeared to gently pinch Spike's waist. His previous grounding lowered to the collar of Rainbow's tank top. Tugging it out, it revealed the fuzzy canyon inside. The fullness and roundness of boobs with a healthy coating of fur and fat. The fingers lowered him to a boob, smacking him into a wobbly field. They left him for a moment as he sunk into the springy softness. Then a finger pushed into his back and rubbed him in circles. Jiggles resonated around the spot as pressure deepened him into the sponginess of the breast.

His legs, despite knowing better, tried to open, the overwhelming flesh filling the space. He couldn't clump enough of it between his thighs. Before he knew it, the finger on his back was backing away, the boob bouncing him up without the pressure. He flew and landed on the breast, bouncing several times. He lingered, rocked by the laughter, its vibrations breaking through the chest.

Rainbow quickly scooped and received him from inside her top.

"How about it, shrimp?" She mocked him to get him into the game. She was teasing him with her body—knowing it excited him. To see this as a fun experience to be had. The chance to play with a woman like her. "I can put you in a pocket and hand-deliver you to Twilight."

Her palm lowered to her waist, revealing the billboard of a toned belly before him, framed between a thong and a tank top. Her other hand flew into the view, a thumb slipping beneath the waistband of her thong, tugging it out to reveal the musky dimness within.

"Or ride close and personal with the Dash.”

Spike picked himself up and neared the edge of the palm. He peered over it. Looking down the great distance to the waist of the woman. The rounded hips that curved beyond his vision, stretching the broadness of her underwear. Her thighs descended into blurriness. And then his gaze dropped to where she wanted it.

The inside of her thong.

The giant looked inside there with him. To the makeshift cot created by the tug of her thumb. How it had a front-row seat to her pussy. A private little world where her joy served as enormous entertainment.

"Well?" The vast hips arched to the side, stretching the exposed fabric, showing the unconscious influence he would be subjected to. "Think you're dragon enough to take it on? Or should I see if Rarity ever left me one of her handbags?"

His foot hesitantly stepped over the edge.

"Ha! Knew you couldn't help yourself." And neither could she—judging by the overriding musk. The palm flew over the waistband of the tugged thong. She cleared him for the jump into feminine paradise. "A little dragon rooming it with my giant pussy. O-Oh man. You better be careful. That thing might end up eating you."

More laughter rained sweetly from above.

Before there could be a chance to step back, the hand tilted forward, tumbling the dragon into the air. Spike fell forward into the darkness and rising warmth. Blue thighs loomed to the sides and swallowed most of the space.

Spike broke against the cotton slope, bending to the impact of his momentum. It flung him back as he rolled down the crotch of the thong. Spike was aware of the thing rising over him. The tightness that he was sliding into.

Rainbow loomed outside of his vision. But she watched him slide inside her underwear. She bit a lip and breathed through her mouth. Clearly amused with his slowing position beneath her pussy, she offered the little dragon a final wave and wink—before her thumb slipped outside his view.

And the elastic boomed and snapped to her waist.

Everything darkened and tightened. The slope of the thong catapulted into the pussy of the girl as cotton snuggled into her skin. There was a little cot of space between him and the oversized lips. Beginning footsteps rocked him between the folds as he slid down their slit. Above him, a clit began to peeked into view.

Rainbow's laughter sounded from outside his world. "A little dragon trapped inside my underwear. Heh, what a way to start the morning." Something substantial was planted into the thong. The remaining space was swallowed by its pressure. Spike disappeared between the folds, not eaten but close to being so. Fingers pushed through the layering to find his back, forced to thrust into her cunt. They rubbed him for a short while between her folds. Getting him nice and lubed up. "Make sure you take good care of me, little guy. You're finally inside my pants. Now's not the time to disappoint."

The fingers pulled away. The dragon wiggled from the folds, spat onto the thong in a splash of thin white love. Her hand patted the crotch, sealing him in a tight squeeze. Then the hand fell away. The thong relaxed. The dragon reclined only a few inches from the swollen, hanging, overhead lips. "Being with my ass should have warmed you up enough. Now you get to enjoy the main prize without holding back. Just do more than jerking off, alright? Being small isn't enough of an excuse to leave a girl hanging."

He laid underneath the lips and looked to the sides to see the impressions of her rounded mounds. Legs suddenly rose and jostled his paradise. Fabric slid below in a race toward him. Shorts that had been taken off in pursuit of him. Their ebony enclosure rose over his home, tugged around her waist, conforming to it. The darkness deepened, and pressure doubled.

Everything twirled as the legs beside him turned. His stomach swirled as one of the folds pushed into his side. Seconds later, the ride stopped, and everything inside the underwear returned to its usual stillness. Beyond the lurching pussy that was hungry for its next treat, that was.

“Oo-ooh yeah.” The legs inside his lodging spread further apart to stretch the thong, the crotch seeping between the needy folds. "No one's going to notice a thing. If I didn't feel my pussy eating you alive, even I wouldn't know you were there. Which... actually was the case when you were sinking into my backside. Hehe. H-Hey. Let me know when you're good for that, okay?"

Rainbow chuckled. "During or after the jog. It's your call."