Lust for Power (And No Other Reason!)
Doctor Micro's Mindful Infiltration!
B_25 & Draco Brony
Doctor Micro—or Micro for short—rubbed his hands in standing before the colossal sweep of the white giantess. Two islands stood an ocean apart, long and tall and toned, the underside of a foot with wrinkles and waves like the sea itself.
Her legs loomed behind them, thickening into thighs as the miles went by, set into the hips made into a horizon. The giantess's naked pussy swallowed the space of a world with its existence alone. Softness protrude outward in shapes of ivory hills cleaved by a slit. Its smell, even though tamed, warmed the air with a light taste of musk.
Wrong! Wrong! That is NOT why you are here! Remember it is not her body... but her mind you crave! Every secret of this land is stored away; the wisdom in all the world, contained, in a single woman. It is her head that shall become your new headquarters.
Dr. Micro cracked his neck and spread out his wings, testing them with a light buzz, seeing if the effects were enough to be detected by the woman. Even though the former princess had long been retired, many still cherished her and were sworn to be defended by a few.
But her active guard was more than willing to retreat during her... nudist beach time. Which is the only reason I'm striking now. Yup. Absolutely the truth.
His starting flight alerted none of the guards or, even more importantly, the giantess herself. Although it was a galaxy away, the head of Celestia laid back in a reclining seat, black shades spanning across her snout, blocking the view of her closed eyes. She faced the sun and drank its sunlight.
With any luck, she'll be asleep, and I'll be able to sneak in from ease.
Micro chuckled as he began his flight, too scared to increase his size, not wanting impatience to ruin his plans. A shifting thigh could swipe him; a raising body could smack into him like fly into a windshield. Those, however, he could recover from.
But the moment they realize that someone can shrink and live inside their heads... they'll craft magic to prevent it. As much as it would suck to be stuck to her belly or thigh for a time, at the very least, those are recoverable accidents.
So Micro flew slowly up the right legs. The whiteness thickened and spread, rolling upward into a disc of a knee. Then the mass carried downward, expanding beyond the sides of his eyes, rolling land composed of softness.
Next came the stomach—where Micro was safest of all. Celestia could peek down her legs to see the odd fly buzzing across them. However, when it came to the subtle chub of her belly, there was a saving grace for the tiny.
Her chest. Her great, big, massive chest. Round orbs of soft destruction able to knock over a building if they built any at this size. Micro didn't doubt their power or ability. How that, should they raise and drop on him, that he would be swallowed deeply inside of them—and perhaps never know escape.
Not when it would be so dark, under so much weight and pressure, in a space that would shame a city.
The nice part about their size was how they blocked the woman's sight. Celestia, at this angle, couldn't see over the pair. They cast a shadow down her front that covered most of her belly. So long as Micro didn't fly too close to tickle the skin.
Though it's hard to keep focused.
Micro idly soared over the pit of the belly button and stared ahead, at the subtle incline of the stomach, of the two, hefty mounds, that blocked the view of the world beyond them. They spanned forever back and endlessly up. Craning back his neck and seeing the eclipsed sky, a golden backdrop of light set around the twins. At their peaks, bright, pink tits consumed existence with its presence.
Focus... focus! You can make her do as you like AFTER you're inside her mind! BAH! And you're only there for world domination! To know of power and plans and to see if Twilight Sparkle can still fight—even if it's against her mentor.
This is your best path to become a serious threat in this world.
So DON'T let the wrong head MESS things up!
Micro reached the bottom of the mounds and, even though he wished to fly between them, to have creamy walls to the sides and unique warmth to be bathing him constantly, he instead dived to the right, far away from the tits, over to the lounging shoulders, where streaks of prismatic waterfall poured.
Micro flew into the depths of the hair, soaring upward and tucking in his wings, not wanting even the tiniest buzzing of air to alert the giantess. Not when he was so close, and victory so certain. Take all the time in the world. After all, it'll be yours AFTER you take over the world.
Take over the world for what?
Just to see if I can, of course!
A haze of colourful lights settled within the confined space inside the hair, a dome of silk that housed a single ear. Micro momentum carried him upward, over the fleshy structure, before gravity tugged him down. Below was the lobe of the ear, which he slanted himself toward, entering a free fall to its inner curve.
Now here's where things get risky... she might feel me slide into her ear but, once I'm inside, there's nothing she can do.
Micro smacked into the soft bounce inside of the ear, carried down quickly by his gained speed set on the outer rim of the appendage. Upon reaching the middle of the slide, he kicked his legs, and blasted his wings.
Ahead was the warm, dark cave, the entrance of the ear, the route that led inside the goddess's head. Twitches shook the place as the head made a planet tilted from the contact. Celestia must have felt him!
Thankfully, though, her head didn't jerk—or he'd be a splat against the soft walls. Rather, instead of the buzzing of a fly, it must have felt like an itch to the woman. The effect, however, was the same as, behind, the curtain of hair pulled aside... and a hand floated into the space!
Micro flew into the darkness of the canal, tapping the sides of his goggles to enable night-vision; the tunnel opened before him in a green texture. Behind, the monster chased in, the fingertip capable of flicking a mountain.
I mustn't fly! It'll give me away—not when I'm so close!
Micro looked behind to see the nip of the nail, that pond of subtle pink, able to house a suburb across it. Its sharp curve hurdled ever close to his form. He clenched his eyes and felt his speed start to slow. He, himself, began to descend.
No, no!
Would the finger reach him before he reached deeper into the ear? What would happen with the stacked giantess? Wiggling a finger in her heavenly finger into her ear, a bump unlike typical wax, the speck drawn to the goddess's inspection.
How she would stare at him.
The many miles and cosmos built from the angelic beauty of her face, taking to rage and hate, heated like the sun itself, at the intruder to her body. Would she wipe him onto her magnificent tits, immobilizing him on the white planets, sealing his prison by putting on a bra?
Or would she carry him down to her peeking, squishy mounds, slipping a finger into her fine silt and allowing her cavern to take him? To be lost within the depths of the woman, with days worth of journey to find the entrance still too high to reach?
So much goes wrong if I am caught!
Dr. Micro's luck turned around, even as he entered a dive, the wall around closed and dimmed. The tip of the pursuing finger filled the tightness. The immensity slid to a close, stuck within the zone.
The tiny stood on the plump, oddly shaped ground, turning and looking at the structure, seeing over the curve of the fingertip to the edge of its nail. Slowly, the beast retreated, falling outside and into the light, into the incredible universe marked around the woman's body.
But everything interesting exists within her!
Dr. Micro laughed to himself, uncaring that the sounds, even if minuscule squeaks, are best heard here. Turning into the deep darkness of the canal, he carried down it, knowing, roughly, the path needing to be taken.
There is a reason we prepare tools in this life!
Dr. Micro raised and turned his hand, revealing the blue, glowing glove, crafted in metal without a name. Clenching a fist, his hand charged in a burst of magic that, unfurled, revealed a ball of energy.
Tossing it forward, the ball arched and rained sparks, each sprinkling in every direction, dots of light setting across the tunnel. The ball exploded in the middle of the air, coating the space. The tunnel lit a surge of blue dots. The canal came alive in lights. How its ceiling dropped at certain angles, the ground rising in places.
Little tunnels opened on the path, a glow of red in reach, which he walked past without second thought. Dr. Micro walked with his hands clasped behind his back, like a villain returning to his lair. The inside of the princess, somehow, had become his home. A base inside the mind of a gigantic other.
Now is NOT the time to get HARD at that idea!
After following the blue lights, lowering to his knees and crawling through tighter canals, finally, after a fleshy gate that he had to wiggle through, the doctor slipped into the dark, vast space, the center of the skull, the location of her brain.
Finally.... finally! I have arrived beyond her reach and touch! Where not even her strength, wisdom, and power of magic can even touch me now! Perfection shall now have me inside of it! I will be able to command the loveliest, deadliest vessel to dare exist!
Dr. Miro fluttered his wings within the tight space to the top of the brain, flying between the webs and cords of muscles and flesh, floating over the vastness of lamb land. He descended onto the brain, in the openings barely seen and only he could fit through, inside the place not meant to be entered.
Once inside of there, there was a cavern of space at its center, enough space for him to roam, to rest, to make his own. Dr. Micro stood tall within the floating zone and clenched his grooves once more. Feeling them reach the needed charge, he redirected the flow to the surrounding flesh, zapping it with magically imbued power.
Yes... yes! Soon you will be under my control! Not even to lose yourself... but to be bound to me for life! What I think and say, said directly into your brain, and with the ability to take control should I choose! That is power! Control! Now hear me, Princess Celestia, and hear me well!
Princess Celestia lifted the drink from the chairside table and sipped from the alcohol, feeling the sunlight warming the skin beneath her coat. She pleasantly itched all over. Tickles needing to be scratched and touched, and caressed by a lover.
Even if that lover was herself.
Something had buzzed close to her ear and, though it itched and tickled at times, the sensation faded with the triggered muscle and skin. However, there was a tapping on her mind. The feeling of something being alive there.
Her hand went to touch her head...
Do not worry about that. Aren't you hot? Aren't you... wanting? There is none else on this beach. You are perfect, warmed and improved by the sun. Your great whiteness should be expressed. Let the world know of the pleasure you can inflict on yourself—as well as the rest of this world.
And her hand lowered between her legs, while the other found her chest, playing and squeezing, kneading and entering, all while another was in her head, blowing a load, for the first time, where a load had never been blown before.
Author's Note
It's not the best of ideas to write porn in a Mcdonald's in order to buy a Big Mac—especially when an older lady is checking over her shoulder to see what you're writing! But the story was written, my mouth was filled with cheapness, and a pal picked me up a long way from home to help me out.
Not all stories work out—but I'm thankful this one did.
I hope you enjoy this little tale: should you be into its content.
And should you notice a mistake of any kind, please, comment or message me. I'll get it fixed, quick, and it'll be thanks to you!
Until the next story!
~ Yr. Somewhat Stinky Pal, B
