~ IV ~

Bathtub Rendezvous

Steam billowed from inside the yellow cup. It was a silo that had been filled with warm water for the dragon. He'd gone diving in it to see if he could reach the bottom. A banana hue surrounded him the further he dove. It took a few seconds, but he could touch the bottom of the cup and, kicking from it, swam to the surface.

He broke the surface to waves carrying out around him. He breathed to return oxygen to his lungs. Laughter sounded out from the cup. Whipping around while rubbing his eyes, the dragon came to settle on the view. How the cup rested on the side of the bathtub. And inside the tub, which encompassed multiple seas, the form of a lady carried through it easily, swallowing the vast space in mere existence.

Rarity laid back in the tub with arms stretched outward, chest exposed, hair wet on her neck and shoulders. She looked at her toy with amusement. Spike, swimming to the edge of the cup, crossed his arms over the brim.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"More than you'll ever know."

Rarity seemed to take pride in that answer. The two had settled into something comfortable despite the strange deal between them. Rarity knew her greatness. That she was the epitome of a woman. That the smallest peek at her existence was enough to send one happily to the afterlife.

But having that always reinforced. Knowing a little dragon was always with her—always amazed by every little thing… it set her to a whole new level. Her size leaned forward to the great splashing of waves in the tub. She fell forward on her knees, the sprawling of her side becoming parallel with the dragon.

"Well," Rarity began, "I do suppose it's time I properly washed." Her hand reached over to the two cups before the one the dragon was in. "Some dirty dragon made me messy at a formal affair." She tilted the cup over her shoulders, the contained waterfalls pouring across her chest and back, adding a sheen to something already perfect. "Can you believe that?"

Spike couldn't help but smile at the steam rising from the poured water, or how the lady set the titanic cup back with ease, reaching for the other. Everything she did was perfect in his eyes. Drove him insane without the proper words to convey the intensity of his feelings. It was torture to be with her.

How the simple act of washing was enough to make him crave pleasant suicide.

She grabbed his cup next, rustling the waters, causing them to splash as the pool carried to her face. Rarity watched him with that smoky expression. A titanic girl with a miniscule boy all to herself. It pleased her enough. Rarity swept her mane behind her ear. Something about seeing him up close again made her happy.

And then she dumped the cup onto her chest.

Spike had felt the cup tilt and gravity pulled him forward. He turned and tried to swim away from the beginning waterfall—steam cascading into his face. But soon, the current carried him over the edge, and he was lost inside the water. He fell before the white of the goddess, a smooth striking of her breast, which sank and absorbed the pelt, its slickness carrying him with the rest of the water.

Strangest waterslide of my life.

The water carried him from the side of the mound to the open cleavage, which he slipped through, the titan leaning back. The toned land flexed to provide better grounding. Spike escaped the might of the twins, hidden from her view, carrying across the tummy, over its niceness.

And it was in reaching her crotch that a crop of violet velvet caught him. Spike slid through the rising pubic fuzz, the smooth, thick hairs wrapping around his limbs, capturing him in their hold. The rest of the water flushed through him and the patch of purple.

It wasn't before long that the goddess leaned forward again. Intent to discover what happened, she gazed over her chest, seeing downward, eyes resting on the tiny caught in her pubic fuzz.

Rarity giggled. "Having fun there, Spike?"

Spike tried to wiggle. To break free of his hold. Become loose from the ensnaring hairs and merge with the curve of the mounds below. It'd become a new wish to slip inside the base of that staggering pussy and, with claws clasped together, enter a dive to the waters below.

But, try as he might, the hairs were too thick and strong for him to break free. The woman had captured him. Owned him. Could sink beneath the water and submerge him. Or slip on a pair of panties before bed, and see if he could break free during the night.

Rarity did none of those things. Even though Rarity's hands rested on her hips, boxing in a frame of the little one caught in such a place, one of them had enjoyed Spike's humiliation enough, reaching over to grab the last cup. Slinking back again, she held the water over her groin and, tilting it over, poured the downpour.

The water struck the dragon in a gentle force that swallowed him inside it. He sank beneath the surface in the great openness. It took a few seconds of settling and adjustment before he broke to the surface again. Freed of the hair, he flew from the crotch, seeing the vast curve of the pussy as he fell, squishy thighs next, before plummeting into the warmed sea.

Fresh air mixed with the passive steam over the place. The little dragon whipped again, looking for the giantess. It took a single hum from above to confirm his suspicions. Rarity loomed in the sky, looking down at him, seeing him from over naked breast. The edge of her grin could be seen.

The woman strode forward next, a great splashing following the thighs cutting through the water, great whirlwinds left in their wake. Spike had been splashed up and around by the lands of clashing waters. It wasn't until the lady stopped somewhere ahead that things started to settle.

"Don't mind the waves, dear."

There was no chance to ponder the meaning. Rarity's colossal form fell forward in the water, an expanse of shadow covering the sea, the might of her twins, the greatness of her existence, colliding with the water. Great tidal waves broke as the slap of the sound was deafening. The sudden storm rolled over the rocky waters. The tides broke the dragon underwater.

Currents broke in various directions beneath the water. They thrust the dragon forward, who slammed into a wall of force, one that flung him back, as a sudden weight forced him deeper into the water. His wings flared to beat against the forces flipping him around.

Something massive slipped into the water. Rocked from side to side, the dragon was soon able to come still, floating in the middle of the warmed sea. On either side of him, soft, ivory pillars sank into the water's depths. Darkened the deeper they went, their furs rose, revealing the smooth skin beneath.

He turned in the water to the muffled sound of water twisting. Darkness settled over the sea's surface—replaced by the sprawl of a toned stomach. White, tight, and with a belly button he could sneak into. Further ahead were the massive mammaries he'd spent time with.

The two of them were free, allowed to float in the water with their mass, hanging in their fullness. There was a narrow space between them. Something that, as small as Spike was, he'd be able to swim through. Part of him wanted to swim to the exposed tits beneath.

It was only underwater where the odds were a bit fairer. That the dragon could swim across her scale, no matter the time required, and access every inch at his leisure. But there was another problem with swimming beneath a landscape.

Oxygen.

Spike craned his head back. Golden light, framed between legs, twinkled on the sea's surface. His arms, wings, and legs beat toward it. While he swam, on his sides, the thighs deepened in their curve, reaching impossible amounts of thickness, a pleasure that cried for him to cling to the delightful mush, to snuggle with all that softness, to die clinging to perfection.

But the dragon broke the surface instead. Coughing, choking on his first few breaths, hearing waves splashing around him. They were pelting droplets compared to the slightest movements of the surrounding legs. A casual movement of them parted the seas; a tidal wave spawned beneath their activity, one that slapped the water like a dropped bomb, the tides breaking tub's walls.

The waters jolted around the dragon, but he kept above the waves, waiting for everything to settle. Once they did, he looked from side to side, the back of the thighs that were easy to climb. Behind him sprawled the ankles of the lady, her feet in the great distance, flushed against the walls of the tub.

Then that means…

Spike twisted forward. His jaw lowered at the view. It was impossible to encompass in such a small vision. Details too perfect to be rendered in such insignificant eyes. It wasn't right. Not possible. He barely remembered to tread water. Unable to handle seeing such a beautiful sight before something took him to the afterlife.

On either side and at great heights, the back of the thighs thickened as they rose, a bubbling white that expanded into the mass of ass before the dragon. Twin bubbled cheeks curved like thick hills that twisted his mind into mush. A healthy layering of fat to each added a few inches to their perfection.

And from behind the might of that lax ass, so large that it rose out from the water, the head of the giantess turned somewhere from a distance. From over the booty, the dragon saw the shoulders of the lady, violet hair clinging to them. Half of her face peeked back, not seeing him, but it did something for the small boy.

"I know you're there, little lover." Rarity seemed flushed with those words as she remained still. "And I can only guess as to your current location. Let it be known that you have my full permission. Prepare to board at your favorite location."

That was enough of a blessing to create the starting tingle in the dragon. He flipped from side to side, knowing he could climb those legs. However, as lovely as that would be, the fates had decided on a better place for entry. Throwing one arm after the other forward, he made way to the bulbous white island ahead, the cheeks so abundant that they hardly offered a divide between them.

Spike reached the tightly curved pool boxed in. The backside, along with the starting of thighs, created a hot tub. Before him was the curve of a familiar place. Rarity's pussy loomed before him like an underwater cave. The base of her cunt rose from the water. Plush mounds covered it in their ascending curve.

The little dragon held out a claw. It held in the air. Something was wrong about outright grabbing the mounds of a lady. Much more in using the mounds to ascend the curve of Rarity's underside. But part of him knew that it had to be this way. Delicately, he grabbed hold of the fine flesh, a holy design grafted to a goddess, needing to squeeze the firmness to claim its resistance, able to find hold as the water washed off him.

"Naughty."

Vibrations buzzed throughout the landscape as its ending tingles tickled Spike's claws. It made him chuckle as he curved to the right mound, separating his legs, embracing the mound, its fullness flushed into him, the tickling of fur and the rubbing of the skin adding to the torment of his crotch.

"You said anything went!" Spike called from between the sprawling legs, knowing his words probably weren't heard, but felt the need to scream like a sailor hanging from a mast.

There was a hum from the goddess.

"For such a move like that," the voice continued, the echo like winds carrying over the sea, with a landscape shifting, "I should plunge you inside that place—and never let you escape."

Spike snickered. He'd reached the ending curve of the mounds to the starting thickness of the cheeks. Their slit peered before him. An utter tightness to crawl through. The inside of those cheeks would softly clench him every little second. To be so deeply buried inside that booty as the lady lounged in the water.

Another time, sport.

Spike had decided to climb the left cheek—unsure if he had the energy to make the climb. As it turned out, crawling over an enormous lady tuckered one out. His muscles burned, and his limbs felt lethargic. It didn't help that he was starting with the thickest part of the cheek, where it was so outwardly rounded that, even if he laid all of his weight on it, the softness wouldn't impress or sink inward.

Rather he had to throw his claws high up, unable to bend the plushness beneath his fingers, only able to hold to the flab. He dragged himself up across the cheek. Fur tickled his torso as he pulled himself across its skin. The heat didn't help. The outright feminine furnace that the backside proved to be. It warmed him. The feeling of being inside a sauna. It asked him to quit there. To lounge against the bottom of the cheeks and find sleep.

But he had to climb atop that island. That massive spread of backside. To be on something so broad and beautiful and finally free. Never again would he be so small, with a lady so willing, one sticking out of the water, like an island emerging from the ocean. Bare and exposed. His to explore at his leisure.

His cock rubbing against the cheek also didn't help. Not when it was flushed against the softness, which refused to sink to his weight, remaining full and rounded, his cock forced to push across the firm surface. It was in reaching the ending curve of the underside of her cheek, where he could lay somewhat forward… that an idea emerged.

"Has my little explorer ceased in his quest to adventure across the lands of paradise?" Rarity's voice was so full of itself, no doubt looking back, checking out her ass, that broad beauty sticking out like an art piece.

Rarity knew that something minuscule clung to it. Somewhere on the other side, keeping on like a good mountain climber. "You better be careful. These hills aren't known for staying still. They like to stride and shake. Show everyone else what they're missing out on."

Spike couldn't help himself. None could. Being so small attached to a mountain of curved flesh and feminine warmth. The little dragon wiggled into the cheek, which refused to sink beneath his mass, its substance too strong, too soft, too much to be affected by him. He truly was an insect on greatness. Something that did not belong where it had landed.

But the dragon, in spreading his arms and legs, could sink somewhat across the surface of the bulbous cheek, feeling it spread, how it spread away from him, the absolute center of its greatness.

Warm flesh nuzzled the side of his rubbing face. Feeling the tickles of fur, the smoothness of skin, the heated delight beneath the depth of the mass.

There was a rising between his legs. Slowly and carefully, in the hopes his actions were so small that someone so large would not notice, he began to grind up and down, thrust forward and back, bouncing the bed of white flesh while hills of it surrounded him.

His cock slammed against the cheek, the smallest push into it layering, feeling warm clumps morphed around his cock, hugging and squeezing it, devouring its shape, supplementing it with heated softness. Little jiggles traveled across the tautness of the cheek. It wasn't before long that another hum rang.

"Cheeky."

Her voice again. Knowing the delight the insect-derived from her body. Another hum. The ruminations of a goddess. "Already using my backside to please yourself. Toys aren't supposed to be in want of pleasure. They serve the whims of their owners. Have you already forgotten? You are mine to own."

Despite their inherent aggression, the words spoke in a teasing, dark voice, not meant to condemn—but spur.

The hips flicked from the water, then dropped, a great splash from below, the cheeks bouncing, wobbling into the other, their flesh rubbing all over the dragon, forced to hang on throughout the drop. Their intense jiggling and wiggling over him and into his member urged his arousal to the edge.

"I should shake you off right here," the lady lovingly threatened. "See how long you can hang on before the force is enough to throw you off. Do you think I would let you climb on again… knowing your intent? Oh, no. I would bring the full force of what you cherish down on you."

Laugher played like a melody. Great hips swung, side to side, slicing across the water, sending out more waves. Spike flew left and right as the cheek pushed him out that way, though he clung even tighter, his claws curling further, bounding himself more to the surface of the softness. There wasn't an inch between him and the soft white.

"It would take nothing for me to sit down." Then a hum. "But could you escape, underwater, from beneath a sitting tush? Hmm. Thank your fortune, my sweet. Bringing you pleasure does the same for me. Allow my derriere to finish your service."

Spike hadn't known what that meant as the hips returned to the center of the tub. Far ahead, it sounded like Rarity rested forward on the rim of the tub. Suddenly, the hips bounced, the cheeks doing the same, as lightly as they could.

Spike held onto the squish as the section of the cheek smacked into him, wiggling into his existence, morphing side to side, that abundance of tush morphed in every way to please him.

There was no stopping himself after that. Gripping the cheek tightly, he thrust away, arching out his back, allowing his hips full range to the broadness of cheek.

He humped and fucked, faster and quicker, feeling his dick beat against the wobbling softness, it rising like waves of clumps that softly beat into him.

It didn't take long, as the twerking continued, for him to cling to the cheeky fully, humping like that, unable to repress the electric tingle. His mind clouded in mindless blissfulness as pleasure washed outward from the center of his existence.

Rope of white after white fired from his shaft. The cheek kept bouncing against him, rising and dropping him, forcing him to cling as he came.

Rarity must have felt his finale as, seconds later, the cheeks started to slow, coming to a stop, returning to the shape of a heart-shaped island. Spike clung to the cheek for a few more seconds, content to lay forward, not minding ending the day like this.

But he knew he had to go forward. That peace would await him at the top. Though done weakly, he crossed the cheek's final curve, seeing the rounded top of the united mountains over its edge.

He crawled closer to the center of the left surface, the place where the flesh rose the highest. Turning around, he laid back, able to see across the spread of back, the distant array of shoulders and, of course, the head resting on the rim of the tub, turned back, looking at him with a smokey eye.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

Spike chuckled. "More than I should have."

Rarity's head rose with a smile. "It's good that you did. But you should be careful. I am not in control of all that you see." Her smirk was wide enough to reveal hungry teeth. "This body craves you. It wants you. I cannot know what it will want to do with you. Or if I'll be able to stop it."

Spike laughed. He took a moment to rest. Looking to the ceiling revealed only a blurriness that proved only its existence. Despite the lack of movements, the waters splashed with the odd rhythm of the sea. Sometimes, the legs behind shifted, rising or crossing, flexing the muscle beneath the cheeks, a sudden firmness rising beneath the dragon's back, tilting him any given way.

The lady played with him, toyed with all the ways she could have her fun, to remind him of how every little thing about her owned him. Her ass permeated a passive warmth that guided him to sleep. Its surface softness sunk ever-so-slightly in a squishy cradle for the dragon.

He looked around the broadness that surrounded him. It was the size of a park for him to go around and explore. The cheek curved the further it went right, uniting with its sister, which loomed on the other side.

Their divide was a tight place. A long line of joined flesh. Both walls, set together, their fullness, their strength, too great to wiggle through. The lady would have to pry them apart, with hands or her body, holding the dragon by his shoulders, either dropping or setting him inside, before the cheeks would close on him, gobbling the snack, not allowing him to know what light was like from the depths of her backside.

Would life be okay like this? Resting on a broad cheek that belonged to the lady he loved most? It was a fantasy come true, but, as it goes, even a dream was bound to be infected by reality given time. The little dragon did his best not to think about it too much. To rest on the massive backside and indulge in life for the moment.

How firm softness sunk around his back, rose around his sides, a soft cradle of increasing heat, with a layering of fur to brush against his back. There were lax motions, a wobble from side to side, the woman slowly moving her hips, the water splashing beneath, the sounds a delight.

"Mhm." Rarity's voice moaned. "Not that I meant to intrude upon your beachside retreat—but you should be wary of going overboard." Following that, her hips shook faster, the cheeks leaning more to the sides, their surface starting to wobble, the little dragon rolling across their broadness.

Before he could hope to scramble to his feet or find security, he ended up rolling between the middle of the girls. Rarity giggled in feeling the dragon tumble into the crack of her derriere. Then, she gasped.

"Oh, dear! It seems the monster has you in its gasp!"

Spike laid in the trench of curved, warmly flesh, seeing its rounded walls rise above him, the line beneath opening more. He grasped the soft barriers in trying to stand—but the crack opened suddenly. It sucked in his legs and midsection, the tautness closing after that, holding his waist in its hold.

Spike had no clue what the giantess was doing. He wiggled and turned, trying to escape the rump, unable to do so, somewhat swollen by the mass. Over the curve of one of the cheeks, he saw a hand brush over the surface of one, stroking it, a loving rub.

"Mhm! The monster is going underwater!"

So even Rarity likes to play pretend.

The ass started to descend. Spike felt the surrounding hips sink into the sea. Water flushed over the butt, washing into the crack, a sudden rising to his shoulders. Struggling did him no favors as the giantess watched from afar—amused.

Then, knowing he was going under, the little dragon took a breath, holding it tight, feeling the ass plummet beneath the water, dragged down by the butt. He was inside the expanse of the sea when his eyes opened. The flanking cheeks rose around him as they descended deeper.

Spike took a moment to enjoy the view, from inside the crack of the ass, which lowered in the water, its broadness like an underwater city. On either side of him, the cheeks separated slightly, losing their grip on his waist. Pushing a claw down on each, the dragon wiggled free, able to kick upward.

He swam for a bit, but no matter his speed or strength, the same amount of water remained, an impossible distance for one so small. Spike couldn't help but turn around, knowing Rarity would never endanger him. He saw below a view that caused bubbles to escape his mouth.

Below loomed the booty. A sunk island of softness. A depiction of greatness that no amount of words could encompass. It kept below. And then suddenly, as though it were planned, the hips started to shoot upward, the butt rising out from the base of the tub.

Oh.

Spike watched the mass of ass swimming up after him, like an island rising from the sea, on a direct course with his smallness. He tried to turn or get out of its way. Rarity's shape was too broad for him to escape. Instead, the might of a cheek smacked into him, the strength of its speed spinning him to the center of a cheek again.

One that, once the ass raised out of the sea, waterfalls washing down its shape, he reclined where he had before, defeated. He laid back as Rarity hummed. Kicking her legs in the air, morphing the muscles of her glutes forward and back, rocking him delicately.

"I admit it."

"Hmm?"

"I admit defeat for enjoying myself earlier."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Rarity laughed with a shake of her ass. "Give me a kiss."

The dragon turned onto his front and, facing a field of white fuzz, kissed the skin beneath, claws caressing across the cheek, servicing it. Rarity hummed as the dragon carried on. He was forced to care for the landscape. Return the love it had shown him for the rest of the bath.

Author's Note

Gave up editing.

Sorry!