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Nightly Escapades

Rarity had tucked Spike into her cleavage for her wind-down activities. There was an odd calm in being with his love every step of the way. Nothing seemed to be boring or upsetting—especially from his current posting.

She had slipped on a robe and a violet pair of satin panties. Brushing her teeth before the mirror, sometimes Rarity's eyes wandered downward, focusing on her little passenger, a smile rising, a glint sparking, before returning focus to the act itself.

And it wasn't before long the two were on the bed, laying back, with her robe open around her chest, exposing the mass of the twins. Spike had climbed the mountain of a boob and came to sit against a breast. He looked like a farmer resting against an apple tree.

Above him was held a book the size of a theatre. Rarity's arms flanked like beams to a bridge on either side of him. Both spent the night reading a book and having a little talk before bed. It helped in winding down from their games and sexual escapades.

So they would be like that for a while. No words or exchanges. No teasing or flirting—although it did happen on occasion. It was just the two of them being comfortable together. In a way that lovers were… just in a slightly different way.

It was nice to rest like this. To know Rarity was so large and perfect, that her body sprawled and could be explored. Some nights were dedicated to that. When the giantess had picked a romance book too sappy for his likes. He would go off and wander. Not cause mischief or such. But just take the chance to gander on the lady—no art piece being her equal.

Despite their difference in size, there wasn't a part of the lady that disgusted him, in travelling across the white, fuzzy lands. He'd lie down in places, like somewhere on the fur-covered belly, its toned scale was a fine bedding, the rising and lowering caused by the lady's breathing. It was interesting to see how the little parts of her were affected. Seeing every little action that happened on the goddess.

She wouldn't notice the difference in her stomach when it raised for breath. How it rose highest at her stomach's base and lower as it went ahead. Or the slight, natural sway to her chest, that came from the littlest things. Being on her truly was like exploring a moving world. All while the lady thought she was sitting still.

Sometimes he would be cheeky. Crawl between Rarity's legs to follow the curve of her pussy. There wouldn't be any lust. No musk to taint the air. Just the indulgence of the natural beauty of the part. Seeing its shape, its size, how it looked and felt, the texture of its mounds, the hood that hid away her clit.

Once, he climbed in, wanting to see the inside while the lady was inactive—when the walls weren't squeezing the life out of him.

It'd felt safe and warm, perfume in the air, a sponginess to the grounding and the walls, all that sunk beneath his touch. Warmed flesh that felt nearly gooey when he fell across it. Jerks rattled the place as moans quaked like a blast of wind across the tunnel. He needed to be careful. Let the lady come to enjoy the little dragon stranded inside her pussy.

He'd slept there that night by mistake. The warm air, the soft flesh, the comfy darkness, the coziness of the cave. Distant heartbeats undulated the mushy muscles. Her breathing helped him to follow its gentle cadance. The little dragon fell asleep without meaning to. And the lady, not minding keeping one inside, had also fallen asleep.

But today was different. The book had actually been good. Rarity had flipped back a page at his whisper of not having finished. Usually, he read faster but, with the bigger words, it took him longer than usual. Rarity would glance at him after being done, waiting for his smile and nod, before the page was flipped, and the two read again.

"You know…" Rarity started a little after their entry into the page, and he turned from beneath her breast. Her blue eyes set on him. "Ser Maxus reminds me of you. So focused on another… that he forgets himself. So much that, by the end, he remembers not even his own name."

Spike smiled with a roll of his eyes. "Thanks for the spoiler." His eyes fell onto the rounded landscape holding him. "You've already read this book before?"

"Plenty of times." Rarity smiled as well… but there was a twinge of sadness. "Like I said: Ser Maxus reminds me of you. Someone so dedicated to another… that they forget themselves." Her fingertip slipped into his view, the edge of the nail tapping beneath his chin, raising it. "How great they are. Their kindness. The lengths they go to impress one another. When they, as themselves, are already the truest perfection."

Spike blinked as, without meaning to, his claws latched onto the nail, holding onto the fineness, appearing its feeling in his grip. His mouth opened to speak—but no words had seemed wise.

"How long do you suppose you can keep this up?" Rarity asked sincerely. "Being owned. Forever small. It must be a delight to traverse perfection every night…" Her eyes, despite their size, saw into his own, and peered through to his soul. "But how long will I be a thrill?"

Soreness croaked Spike's voice as wetness sliced at the edges of his eyes. "I just want to be with you."

Rarity's smile seemed to have hurt you. "And this fantasy?"

"I'll… agree with you there." Spike wouldn't let go of the nail, which stayed there for him, that, despite its size and might, and all that it could do to him, it craved, more than anything, to be in the little one's hold. "Some fantasises, when you lived them long enough… they start to lose their effect."

Rarity nodded.

"But that doesn't mean they shouldn't be lived." Spike followed. "Because they're perfect when they're short-lived."

Rarity's smile seemed genuine now. Her nail slipped forward to scratch at his cheek. "I couldn't agree more. I fear there's only so long that I would desire you to be so small. But now that you've had your time with me—"

"Anything," Spike answered at once. "I would do it all again. I'd do anything. Nothing can make me stop loving you."

Rarity put aside the book with her other hand. Scooping the dragon into a palm, she raised him to her lips—drowning him in a kiss. There was an extra lick for the sake of teasing him. Then the palm pulled an inch away. Her voice spoke as its breath washed over him.

"I love you too, Spike." Those lips fixed into a smile once again. "Out of all the princes and suitors, out of everyone I expected to fall in love with, you, the helpless little boy, shattered my every expectation. You made me feel things none else have. All because you were so genuine and so in love. I love you, Spike. I love you so very dear."

Spike choked on his breath. "Does this mean…"

Another kiss quelled his doubts before pulling away. "Yes. At any size. Yes."

Spike smiled from frill to frill.

"But don't think this fantasy has run its course," Rarity followed, pulling him away from her face. "Or that I don't have a few others once we are both set and recovered."

Spike rose and did a little salute. "Anything for you, ma'am."

"That's my little scout."

Spike yawned without meaning to. Rarity seemed equally tired. Looking around, none of her previous clothes were present. Sometimes she'd set him in the cup of her bra or the inside of previously-worn panties to tease him to the delights of the next day.

But no such things were present.

"So…" Spike finished turning around to face the grinning goddess. "…where am I sleeping today?"

Rarity didn't bother with words. She lowered Spike across her body, setting him before the waistband of her panties. Slipping a thumb beneath the article, she raised the front, creating an opening.

Spike looked over his shoulder, across the sprawling stomach and over the distant mountains, obscuring the lady's face, who had laid back comfortably in bed. She was still grinning with hair set over her face.

"Well?" Rarity tugged the waistband higher, creating a greater view into the panties, the warm darkness holding smooth, rounded flesh. "Do you object?"

Spike shook his head. The ground rose and lowered beneath his feet, the mountains swaying to the giantess's breathing. The little dragon walked toward the entrance of the panties, seeing the thumb overhead, how it strained the fabric it held back.

He walked into the darkness. The lady's personal perfume was strong in the air. Fine hair started growing beneath his feet. A violet crop of delicious curls that seemed to entangle his legs. It rose to his thighs by the time he turned around.

He saw the world from inside the panties, their curved ceiling over his head, the blurry view of the outside through their fabric. Ahead, Rarity's thumb lowered, the fabric-ceiling resting on his shoulders, forcing him to duck.

He lowered enough to see Rarity. He couldn't help being brought to his knees to wave to the lady. Rarity smiled and waved back. Then her thumb slipped away, and the elastic snapped to her waist. The spongy material forced the dragon to the ground. He laid in the violet pubic fuzz, the silky hair wrapping around him, rustling as he adjusted. He let himself become tangled as sleep overcame him.

It was soft here. Warm and dark. Safe and tight.

"You should be safe in there, dear, no matter how much I roll around."

Spike chuckled. His eyes started to close as paradise was achieved. Sleeping inside the crotch of the goddess he loved. Tucked in by panties that clung to her underside perfectly. It was enough to make him feel at ease. As though everything important in life had been achieved.

"Just do not forget one thing, my love." Rarity had turned, but even though everything was tilted sideways, the lady sleeping on her side, the dragon was too tangled to worry about falling. Not even when her legs crossed over a body pillow that flushed him more into softness.

"My early morning… mhm… pleasurable wake-up call."

Author's Note

No editing again.

Wish I had it in me since this and the previous chapter are my fav—but, sometimes, that's just the way she goes.

I hope that you enjoy it.

And that, someday, I'll come back to edit it proper.

Later, gang.
~ Yr. Pal, B