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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