Land of Cotton

~ 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."