Land of 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.