Land of Satin

~ II ~

Hide and Seek

Fingers descended from above, wiggling between flesh and stocking. Pinching Spike, the fingertips plucked him from beneath the dress. Distantly, he watched Rarity's waist take a seat on a chair as the hand raised him to the sky.

Where Rarity's face loomed before him like a cloud.

"Enjoy your ride?" Rarity asked, smiling. "It was delightful—knowing you're down there. My thigh squishing all over you. Perhaps we should try for latex sometimes. Feeling you buried should prove an experience."

Spike gulped. He was a burning, blushing mess, destroyed by Rarity's perfection. Her face became amused. Teased. Seeing him squirm pleasured Rarity. The effect she had on him: all that her body could put him through.

"Thank you again for coming to the latest reveal of my outfits," Rarity began. "But don't forget our friends are coming as well. They still don't know about this little deal of ours. I've agreed not to tell them. But if you get discovered—well, that is another matter entirely, is it not?"

"What's that supposed to—"

The fingers released him. Spike fell as Rarity's chest expanded beneath him. He crossed his arms and braced for impact. Spike struck black fleece, sinking into the fabric, the softness beneath, bounced by the sponginess of the two.

The little dragon laid forward.

What's your game, Rarity?

The black fleece was faintly see-through. The tease of rounded white loomed beneath the fabric. Spike blushed in being stranded atop the massive breasts. Looking forward across the sloped, fleece landscape, he saw the border of the lady's collar bone.

"Would you look at that?" Vibration buzzed the chest and rocked the dragon. "Our friends have arrived! So rude of me to sit and not greet them."

Spike struggled to stand as his feet sunk into the squishiness beneath the dress. He tried treading forward, but sunk only more into the softness, falling on the warmly-heated landscape.

"R-Rarity!" He knelt and looked up at her chin, which was turned to the approaching party. "You have to hide me!"

"I will do no such thing." Even with a turned head, Rarity's smile stretched into Spike's view. "You'rethe stowaway. And a good little stowaway knows how to hide."

Rarity winked.

Spike wanted to be angry, but nothing rose inside of him.

All that touched Spike's face was a smile. Cheeky girl.

Others soon approached the table. Friends would see a little dragon struggling to swim across Rarity's covered chest. There'd be an onslaught of questions and teasing. More… if the lady, afterward, stuffed him inside her clothing.

Her clothing! That's it! I just need to hide somewhere inside Rarity's clothes!

Spike knew where. Standing between the twins where the fleece sagged in the space, the dragon looked beneath the wobbly flooring, seeing the crevice of Rarity's cleavage. Broad. Deep. A squishy hug of delight.

Dropping to his knees, the dragon flexed his claws, sawing at the fabric, the sharpness gliding across the dense material. Overhead, Rarity's unseen eyes flicked on him. Her torso twisted, and he flew sideways on her top.

The action stopped with him laying back in a little cot. The rising curve of her mounds rose at his sides, cradling him. He looked forward and above to the humorous face of the lady. It stared at him directly. "Naw-aw! It doesn't matter how small you are, mister. My dresses will have zero imperfections."

Her twisted smile returned. "Find another way."

Distant footsteps boomed closer. Recognizable chatter cut through the usual bubble of an event. Spike felt the world closing in—without a place for him to hide. Anyone could see him. Could glance at the lady and see the speck of purple on her dress.

None could see him. None could know that he let himself be owned.

Or that he dedicated his life to exploring her body.

Spike looked at the distant border of Rarity's collar. Without options, he sprinted the jade field, footsteps sinking into the fabric, bouncing on the flesh beneath.

It felt like running across a warm, gigantic waterbed. Reaching the wall of Rarity's exposed collar, he flushed his back with the smoothness, miniature waves wiggling across the white, sliding beneath the brim of the dress.

Rarity peered down at the wiggly-dragon slipping into her chest.

Must be pleased to have her body become a landscape.

Spike slipped inside Rarity's top. Landing in a sprawling trench, he looked forward, seeing golden light shine on the massive mammaries.

Spike chuckled. He didn't mind the sweat. Not when the furs of the twins brushed him while he crawled forward. Rounded whiteness consumed the space: as did feminine heat.

Spike twisted in the valley to look up. The fleece ceiling revealed a hazy view of the other giants in orbit. The girls had arrived: greeting each other and taking a seat. It wasn't before long a general chat floated over Rarity's chest.

Why do I feel watched?

Spike rolled onto his back, wobbling the surrounding flesh, and swallowed an inch deeper. Fat softness welled over his sides like one laying back in water. Spike's focus was on the other giant's face. The one sitting next to Rarity and squinting at her chest.

Rainbow Dash.

Spike stopped wiggling and held his breath. He wished for the cleavage to swallow him more. Drown him beneath the tight white until he felt submerged in milk. He was a purple grain. Surely Rainbow wouldn't notice that.

Pry deeper.

Spike flipped onto his front. The boobs around him, no matter how hard he pushed, would swallow his force. His claws sunk into their surface. The structure of Rarity's bra contained the twins perfectly. So much for parting the sea.

Instead, he sank his claws into the cleavage, a tightness forced to be wiggled through, creating a miniature pocket. The dragon dove into the opening as the rest of his wiggling body followed. Once inside, the flesh closed behind, sealing him within the space. Milky fat bubbled around him. Cradled, he looked through the overhead slit.

In the sky, Rainbow's gaze flicked elsewhere.

Good. Looks like I can hide out here.

Spike looked around his little pocket, feeling one rounded wall rise as the other fell away, changing the shape of his holding cell. Holy light showered the place. It wasn't all that bad in retrospect. Rarity's breathing caused the whole of her chest to push out, floating. The sensation, that subtle sway—it all was really comforting.

And arousing.

"Good heavens!" Rarity's voice rocked like a quake across the chest, a raise and drop to the pocket. Surrounding flesh smacked around, softly hitting the cradled dragon. "Did they turn up the temperature? Maybe I'm wearing too many layers."

Spike laid back—terrified. Unable to help himself, he wiggled his face through the cleavage, feeling its immensity morph around him. A hand flew across the sky and lowered to an unseen side of the chest. Buttons plopped as the surrounding fabric relaxed. Seconds later, some of the dress was removed.

A thick flap cover over Rarity's chest had been pulled away—tucked into a button underneath her other arm. The fleece ceiling had thinned so that more light shone through. The dragon could nearly see the outside world with clarity.

His shoulders and arms plopped from the pocket—both pinned to his sides. Behind, Rarity's face loomed like a mountain cliff, the bottom half in view, a snarl of a smile eating Spike's vision. She hadn't been the only one to notice.

Rainbow glanced again.

"Rather rude to stare directly, Rainbow Dash," Rarity's voice buzzed the outward winds. "Would you mind indulging a little decency to those eyes of yours?"

"U-Uh." Rainbow blushed and blinked and looked away. "S-Sorry. Just… thought I saw something, s'all."

"Mhm."

Rainbow looked away, but sometimes, her eyes flicked on the dragon. She saw purple. No doubt about it. The question was, what the heck is that little thing? It bugged Rainbow. She'd do something rash.

And the dragon would be found out.

Rarity exposed her chest for public view. The little dragon tried returning to his pocket—but the bra housed the twins too tightly. Too immense was their size. He couldn't hope to pry the merged flesh. No. He needed a new place to hide.

Think. Rarity hasn't given an unwinnable game yet. She hates it when there isn't a chance. How does she want you to escape? Falling inside her dress? Possible… but she wouldn't endanger me like that. No. Rarity set me on her chest for a reason.

Spike looked further down the trench, the long haul between the furred mammaries, where black domes clasped their fronts. Despite how they squeezed the flesh, the cups didn't seem all that hard to wiggle inside.

The little dragon slunk out from his hidey-hole, already prone, resuming his crawl to the front of the chest. There are other ways to get me inside your bra, Rarity.

Spike waited for the overhead faces to settle in conversation. Once so, he crawled forward, tucked between the boobs, feeling their shape widen. His shoulders brushed the fuzz of the walls and the skin beneath, a lingering heat that bathed the area.

Coming to the split between the twins, the dragon came to where fabric pinched boob and, turning to lean his back on the boob—sunk into it. Sunk enough to create a little opening in the cup. Forcing his claws through that, the rest of him squirmed inside, the cup's clasp sliding over him like a firm, fabric wall.

Spike turned once the fabric closed after him. Padding clasped his back to the swell of the mountaintop. Sweat doubled. In the darkness, the mound twinkled white. Splayed to the boob, Spike's angry cock stabbed into the soft tissue, which sunk inward, collapsing around his arousal, encasing it in rubbing furs.

He couldn't help himself. Spike humped the side of the boob. His squished-spines rolled across the curve of the cup as his body sunk into the warmly rounded mass. Minuscule waves broke across the flesh as the faintest wobble heaved the landscape. His cock stabbed into the fat of the boob, again and again, a harder, deeper push, where the flesh squeezed his member ever harder with absolute softness.

There was no risk of slipping beneath the boob. Not when the bra had been done too tight, and the scaling-mammary pinned him so. All he could do in reaching the bliss near orgasm was to stop, the resulting jiggles of the boob rocking him in place, returning what he had given before settling.

An amused laugh sounded outside the prison. Pleased at how the dragon pleasured himself—and how the boob took care of him without any further action from the giantess. Her body was enough to sate him—to deal with him. Knowing that was an added delight.

Rarity knows what she does to you. She wouldn't want you to just stay in here. Hiding out is just too much. I just… I can't…

Arousal could be a different kind of pain. Watching the upward arch of the boob, its overhead curve disappeared from view, the cup sealed to the skin. Looking left revealed better results. Where the alley between boob and cup was somewhat straight—but curved to the front of the mountaintop.

Her tit.

Spike tickled the goddess. Her overhead voice weakened at every other word. Sudden bursts of laughter quaked the place, like a rise of waves in the sea, crashing and jostling the zone, the boob expanding within the confines. He'd been pinned by immense squishiness sealing onto and flattening around him. The most petite, burning pocket, where the air was Rarity's odour and the taste was her sweat.

Spike should have been a good boy. Let himself be toyed and pinned by a humongous breast that Rarity was half-aware of. Her little dragon was barely more than an accessory. Something hidden that brought tickles to an ordinary life. None else knew of the wiggly-dragon inside her top. Of how her boob, rounded and full, peeled off him as the giantess leaned back.

But the dragon wasn't content to be abused. Not in the slightest. Doing his best to shimmy to the left, he crept across the large, spherical mass, a face and cheek pinned to the burning, squishy skin, as fur washed over his face.

Tightness doubled in the sweep from the side of the boob to the front, but, wiggling through the crevice between fabric and fatness, one wobbling and the other not, the little dragon exploded into a bit of an opening. The smallest space at the front of the cup, right of the nipple, where pink spread like a saucer.

Spike leaned into the padding of the dome, near its lower half, a foot kicked onto the front of the boob, using that to support himself. His other foot dangled to the slit composed of breast and polyester. It was hottest here. Raw skin with little bumps, which tickled the underside of his foot as it glided across Rarity's areola.

The strained air worsened. It was nothing but Rarity's heat, dense with the smell of her skin. A healthy sweat coated the dragon as he dripped onto the fabric. Rubbing his forehead did nothing to remove the wetness. His cock gleamed pink. Part of him, in need to grip it and look high to the left, wanted to jerk off to the tower of her tit.

It was fat.

Broad. Clumpy. Yet loosely refined. It arched without sag. It demanded pleasure and worship. The areola demanded to be licked of its candy-pink. The nipple to be straddled, rode and humped, a pleasing tool for the dragon to latch onto.

These things, hiding out in the dark, in their own individual worlds, are all part of the staggering woman.

Spike grinned. Leaning forward and falling onto the boob, he straddled its curve, the mass pushing his torso. He crawled the boob without the back support of the cup—which laid a few feet behind. It was a pure climb of fatness, the holding of heated skin, the clumping of flesh in a claw.

He pulled himself up. Absentmindedly kicked at the boob, which jiggled the shock away, to find footing to push himself on. Every strike of the boob, every action of the climb, was carried in little waves across its surface.

Rarity had noticed him. Impossible not to. But Rarity continued on with her overhead chat.

This is where the fun begins.

Latched to the boob, the dragon reached to the left, touching the side of the nipple, able to squeeze the tough skin. Shudders tumbled down the landscape, swaying the chest, a swing to the boobs. Spike held tightly as the shock of the throw nearly broke his grip. Everything settled as Rarity sat normally. Inside her bra, at the front of a cup, the dragon reached for the nipple again, gentler this time, able to pull himself aboard.

Would Rarity try to stop him? Smack her chest to overpower him? Pinch him to her tit to see how much he could really take?

There wasn't an attack. No whispers of Spike to stop. Laying on top of the tit, which stabbed outward and enlarged, he thought himself to be given a pass. Pressing his face to the bumpy skin, he kissed the salty-sweetness, claws feeling across the girth of the nipple, stroking it, tickles across its scale, a bout of squeezes that barely depressed the skin.

Spike's tongue extended, working on licking every inch of sensitive skin, not letting a spot dry. He crawled forward, the tender mast thickening, more ground expanding beneath his belly. It all still narrowed neared the end of the tit, which overlooked the boob and the bra—like a pirate walking the plank.

Reaching the tip of the tit, the dragon found it inches from the slanted fabric of the cup. The nipple tapered, thinned enough for his legs to wrap around its girth, his arms doing the same, clinging to the delicate pillar.

Spike opened his mouth as wide as he could, leaning over the tit and taking its tip into his mouth, which filled in seconds. His eyes closed as he sucked and suckled, bobbing on the soft point as his claws felt around. Moans rang both inside the cup and echoed from outside. Heat increased, and steam obscured the air.

All thought was gone. Feelings removed. Nothing but the arousal of grinding the nipple, feeling across its size with his body, the rubbing of thighs, the moving of lips on its tip, the squeezing of claws to whatever flesh he could find. The feminine structure held him without trouble. He was weightless across its strength.

And how did the lady feel? Having a little dragon inside her bra, unable to escape, barely able to pleasure the pinch that was a single tit? The answer was simple when the dome closed around the boob. When everything became inexplicably tight.

Spike yelped as the cup sealed into his being, squishing his existence to the bone, leaving him utterly pinned. He was flushed across the nipple as the foam-padding pushed into his spine. In reaching behind her shoulders, Rarity had tightened the place with just her movements.

And then.

"Apologies," the voice was simple as Rarity settled again. "It appears my bra requires some tightening."

No, no, no.

There came a pull and a click. A tightening to the prison that the lady was fully aware of. The little dragon whimpered as Rarity knew what she'd condemned him to. The fully-grown nipple was squashed by the cup. He was pinned over its top. Sinking into the toughness only because of the intense pressure of the cup. He'd never felt hotter or more squeezed.

T-This… Spike struggled to think within the collapsed space, secured between breast and bra, unable to wiggle. Never had life been so tight. Nothing stronger than a lady's pride aided by clothing. I-It can't get worse.

Bad move.

Everything tilted forward and fell. Something rose that the boob spread and rested across. Land rose behind the cup, which Spike came to lay on, the padding of the bra and dress acting as cushioning. The rest of the boob fell upon him in a flattening spree across the space. He was pinned to a nipple by the total weight of a squished boob.

And none, even without the bra, could see the lone claw's attempt to stick out underneath fluffy white mass. An occasional twitch rocked the mountain. Rubbed it in place. Further tormenting the unseen beneath.

Rarity rested her chest on the table with a grin, feeling the pebble being squished over, absolute suffocation of her love. Unable to help herself, she rocked forward and back, feeling him gilded about. It wasn't herfault. Not in the slightest. Spike should have been a good boy and hidden.

He'd be teased at the worst.

But then Spike stroked the beast. Warmed her skin and fluffed her fur. Created a swirling in her loins that no bath could cure. Heaving her 'power' over the scamp was a tickling affair. Spike worshiped her. Nowhere in the world could be a greater paradise than the realm inside Rarity's bra.

In truth… Rarity was jealous. Going to such a grand place at such a tiny size. It wasn't fair. Maybe one day, she'd be the tiny one. But, for now, it was her turn to play giantess. The teeny boy was Rarity's to pocket.

Rarity held the table as the girls left for food. Smokily smiling, she crossed her arms over her chest, sinking into it, further compression of the mounds she whispered into. "Now then… has my little Spike met his challenge?"

A touch of magic brought Spike's voice to her ear. "Not the worst of defeats."

"Indeed! Squished by a mere boob." Rarity's head shook to a wave of mane over her face. "Tsk! Aren't dragons meant to be fearsome creatures?"

"Seems we've met our match."

"Giant chests." Such refined talks! But the little rascal had infected her. "I should ring the press. Also… have you decided to submit?"

"You win this one."

"Somehow, I doubt you've 'lost' this."

Rarity felt his smile, the most minuscule tickle. Sucking her bottom lip, Rarity suppressed the urge to smother him. To lean over the table and sink on her girls, a full crush on the dragon beneath. Womanly layering crushing him. Nothing but immense flesh, the purest white, enclosing him. Impossible amounts of weight and size focused on one so ridiculously small.

"Be careful next time," Rarity warned with steam on her breath. "Teasing a lady like that. What should you do when she ceases to hold back?" Despite her victory, Rarity burned with every urge beneath the sun. Her swollen tits matched her swollen lips. "But, for now, let's reintroduce you to oxygen."

Rarity rose as her chest filled out. Going to leave, she bumped into Twilight, who set her plates on the table. Instead of an apology, an idea appeared.

You better enjoy this.

"Oh, Twilight!" Rarity fell into Twilight with a hug, a mesh of their chest, the near touching of their shoulders. "It's been too long! The fact you would sacrifice a Saturday night means more than you'll ever know."

"A-Ah! O-Of course!" Twilight calmed and returned the hug, the two tightly embracing, their boobs squeezing together. Rarity shifted, ground their chests, the dragon smashed and rolled between the pack of girls. "Glad to be here! J-Just wish Spike could have come."

"Mhm." Rarity didn't pull back, feeling him set between their tits, holding him there. Twilight felt the odd poke—but would not question it. "Indeed. Truly a shame."