Land of Cotton

~ 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."