Land of Satin

~ III ~

Shadow of a Dress

Fingers entered the tightly-packed dome, grazing across the white garden over the mountain, ceasing the pursuit after touching the little dragon. Pinching him delicately, they pulled from the bra and came to float in the sky above.

The little dragon was dropped on a palm, the other floating above, enclosing the place. Between the guarding fingers, Rarity's face loomed, focused on him. Spike sat back and looked around.

"Not the bathroom?"

A cool wind swept his sweat.

"Would you rather I did that? Pulled out in the ladies' room?" Rarity's smirk became larger. "Would you have liked me to have taken you out while I was seated? Maybe I could have sneaked you into the pants of another."

"N-No! Nothing like that!" Spike waved his insignificant arms. "Just figured we'd have more privacy."

"Never worry." Rarity's face flew inward, and she kissed the dragon in her palm, the weight of her lips pushing him down. Her softness flattened over him for a moment. A touch of wetness graced his scales as Rarity pulled away. "We're alone. I'm not yet in the business of removing you in front of others. Much less from my top."

Her eyes narrowed across his form. "You're not hurt? Not panicked from being squished like that?"

Spike shrugged. "Wasn't squished enough, to be honest with you."

"Spike."

"C'mon! Can you blame me?" He made his best pleading face. "I could be a smear, and it still wouldn't feel like enough."

Rarity blew the mane from over her eyes. "At least you're honest."

"But what was up with that hug with Twilight?"

Rarity smirked. "Don't even try to say you didn't enjoy that." Rarity's face flew behind the fingers, showing only her massive eyes. "I know the naughty thoughts you house for Twilight Sparkle. Or the way you stare at places you shouldn't be looking. Be glad none of us have made a comment so far."

Spike, with an open mouth, couldn't help but chuckle. "And… what? You're helping this pervert indulge?"

Rarity's smoky smirk became a signature of hers. "Pleasing you pleases me, darling."

"Riiight."

They returned to their seats quickly. Rarity strolled to the table with Spike encased within a fist. A bumpy ride threw him around the dark, soft place. It was warm and lightly scented. Tiny cracks of light wavered between the joined fingers.

The first lowered to something and opened. Spike tumbled out onto the terrain of a black cushion. Curiosity tingled as he turned around. Before him was the giantess, towering before the chair, an unbelievable height and scale that blew out his eyes and corrupted his mind.

Rarity was gigantic. Astronomical. A towering beauty of blurry details. It was impossible to appreciate her perfection. Every unique part requires indulgence and examination. To lounge on her shoulders for weeks to really take in their slender scale.

But there was another womanly part that earned Spike's interest quicker.

White legs sprawled upward to the hips covered in a dress. Rarity's rump curved from the dress—which offered extra padding, an enriching thickness to the asset. It neared overhead and bloated Spike's view. The shadow of the rear swept across the cushion.

And the dragon, standing in the middle of the seat, could do nothing as the lady descended, the ass expanding as it grew closer, an impossible spread of thickness of the most condensed marshmallow.

Spike disappeared beneath the butt of the dress, which spread across the cushion, layering it in black fabric, the rump alleviating the giantess by several inches. Nothing could be seen beneath her. There was no hint of anything at all.

"Did you just sit on something?"

"Nope."

Spike fell to his back as the immense dress sealed him, the concealed cheeks spreading at his sides, consuming the cushion. Seconds later, the rump adjusted, brushing him around, the cushion sinking. Soon, the lady had become comfortable—content to sit on him.

Spike laid like that. There was a niche between the cheeks, where the dress flexed upward, leaving him free. Left and right were the thickest portions of the veiled globes. Because he was close enough, the dragon saw through the fabric, seeing the whiteness of the cheeks behind—hugged by underwear.

Rarity resumed her game. Leaning from hip to hip, one cheek would squish while the other rose, the ceiling flexing to different shapes—like watching the northern lights. She'd sit normally. Then bounce, the ass rising, dropping, filling out, and compressing.

What are you up to?

Spike didn't mind it as he wasn't crushed. He was spared the weight as the squished twins held the giantess. Her shadow was heavy enough. Rarity would adjust by grinding a circle or rocking back and forth, the sides of the cheeks, and sometimes the dress itself, pushing him forward and back.

But it was a nice way to be played with.

After a while, the clothed rump seemed to cease its fun, and ahead, beneath its shape, the legs in the beyond had started to spread. Spike could see the edge of the seat and how the legs sprawled down it. The rump raised enough to give him space.

Rarity decided he'd suffered enough underneath her fineness.

But the only way is forward.

Spike crawled forward beneath the behemoth, watching a sky composed of the finest booty, how it curved and its shape changing. He wondered about lying back and waiting for that spread of titanic ass to drop on him. To wiggle and die beneath perfection. To feel the thump after thump of a perfectly-weighted butt fell on him repeatedly—with a little twist of the booty to finalize his suffocation.

But, in crawling out beneath the brim of the dress and between the legs, Spike's destination became clear.

Spike rose between the thighs and looked inside Rarity's dress, the brim flushed against the cushion. Her thighs trekked inside the darkness, parting to reveal ebony panties. Their crotch encompassed the space of a park. So broad but also so tender. A warm, sweetly scented place, that asked if he wanted to come play.

He ambled inside the dress, dazed, lured by the scent of roasted strawberries. Like a little one led into a holy temple, the dragon carried inward, flanked by the thighs that guided him inside, both thickening in size the closer he drew. The velvet texture of the dress became his new flooring in the tunnel. His claw rose to the side of the right thigh. He stroked it like a white, fluffy pipeline as he walked.

Rarity's cheeks loomed at the end of the tunnel. Broad and beautiful. Fat, but dignified. Rarity's panties grappled to contain them. Exposed sides spilled from the underwear. Looking up at the crotch, they seemed like entrance to the temple. They'd become a damped fabric.

Hope you enjoy this climb as much as I do.

The little dragon ambled to the right cheek and, knowing not how to do better, jumped at the cheek, flopping and sinking into the cushion, straddling the fatness the best he could. Slowly, he crawled atop the clump, the blistering heat of the skin matched by the fur tickling him. It was a quick climb to the top of the womanly structure. To his left, the cord of the panties was housed in the tightly-kept crack. It came through it: expanding into the fabric of its underwear's crotch.

Spike reached the side of the panties. They were flexed into her body, flattening a curved strip of fur. He had to fight to get inside. To pry the brim of fabric, a full pull with his whole body, a quick slip inside as it snapped behind him.

Spike squirmed inside the panties, a wiggling lump barely seen on the front of the underwear, lost in view to the overall scale of the article. The slope clung to Rarity's underside without sagging. Flushed to the crotch by damp fabric, the dragon looked upward, seeing the awaiting, towering folds. Glossed already in honey, they sought his company—hungry for a treat.

Above. Rarity's clit peeked. And the air burned with lust.

You're a monster underneath all those clothes, aren't you?

Rarity couldn't hold back the laughter in feeling the itty-dragon climb the underside of her cheeks. She did her best not to move from the tickling of his movements. And not to mind when he laid forward for a time—enjoying her assets.

Spike struggled with her panties after that. Something she could slip off with a finger but, for him, required all his strength to pull not even an inch of fabric. She could have brought down a finger and pulled open the side for him.

But where would the fun be in that?

Now the little dragon wiggled inside her underwear.

It's about time we brought this to a close, little Spikey.

With the lands clasped on her lap, Rarity slipped them inside her dress, stroking the crotch of her panties, feeling the wiggly-lump. His shape was half the size of a fingertip. Rarity closed her eyes and moaned, drawing the lump up and down her slit, feeling a fresh batch of juice starting to ooze.

It caught the dragon and drowned him within the thickness. Each stroke pushed him deeper between the open folds. Rarity's hips rocked subconsciously, feeling him slip inside her lovely tightness. Then, with a hard push of a finger, she felt him plop inside her pussy, and gobbled behind her folds. Content with him within, she continued to stroke, knowing he had no point of escape.

The little dragon stumbled inside her. Rarity bit her bottom lit. Her pussy never felt like this before. Sensitive walls becoming a home to someone so insignificant. Little feet tickled and faded into her depths. Rarity felt every inch of her pussy. Knowing how it housed him—it became a place for her as well.

Rarity felt bigger. Enormous in comparison to her little love. Her pussy swallowed a dragon, becoming a tunnel to him. He couldn't escape her depths. Never hope to escape if a finger or panties wanted him to stay inside. No. He belonged to her. Could be kept wherever she liked.

Spike didn't object to being inserted. Not when he found her most sensitive part and dropped to pay service. The undulating walls narrowed, beating and pulsating, the tolling of a heartbeat controlling the pace. Wetness fell in lazy vines across the dark hotness.

And Rarity, so teased and pleased, slipped a hand inside her panties, focusing two fingers on her clit. She thumped in her seat, rocking forward and back, feeling the dragon tumble inside her pussy, sliding across the wetness.

It didn't take long, pretending to sip water, that Rarity instead doused herself with the glass, screaming for a different reason. Everything became wet. Rarity climaxed with the dragon squeezed inside the depths of her cunt. Clenched by burning softness and washed out with a lady's tidal wave. It pushed him forward, through a lovely hole between the guarding folds, out onto dampening panties.

Rarity fashioned a quick excuse to the washroom. Quickly lifting her dress and pulling out the front of her panties, Rarity peered inside, seeing the dragon fixed to the satin, stuck by the cum, wet to the bone.

And in hearing footsteps behind, slipped her finger from the waistband, which snapped to her waist, and went about striding and cleaning, with a dragon who couldn't move from the weight of all her loves.