Land of Balloons

Sometimes, just sometimes, there were immense negatives to living in a land full of magic.

It was rare to stumble across them, really. Much of one’s life was drastically improved by the ever-present existence of magic. Spike couldn’t even dream of living in a world where a unicorn couldn’t alleviate the weight of a shopping haul by levitating a portion of it, or where pegasi didn’t hurtle through the sky and wrangle the clouds themselves in order to ensure a healthy rain for the crops of the earth ponies, whose own magic was invaluable in providing a bountiful harvest. And then there was the magic of friendship, of course, and although that tended to err on the side of metaphorical, the fact that it could be weaponized to defeat those who threatened the sanctity of Equestria was proof enough that it should be included in the conversation.

Of course, the aforementioned threats against Equestria had a strong tendency to be magic-based as well. But it was necessary to take the bad with the good, and it just so happened that the good tended to overcome the bad, so it often worked out well. The stretches of despair between the appearance and subsequent vanquishing of evil were among the immense negatives to living in a land full of magic, but weren’t on the forefront of Spike’s sudden interest in the topic today.

Spike was far more focused on the accidental side of things at the present.

In a world without magic, everyday accidents would likely have a bit less impact. Without magic, a sneeze was a sneeze. When a unicorn with a particularly itchy trigger on their horn sneezed, however, it could spell disaster if they couldn’t control it. In a world without magic, somepony with a sudden cramp could simply stop in place and stretch that limb until it was taken care of. This was still mostly true in Equestria, but a flying pegasus with a sudden wing cramp didn’t have that luxury.

And, most personally to Spike right now, in a world without magic, dropping a glass bottle with a powder in it would likely only lead to a loss of the product within and a need for a bath. It certainly wouldn’t lead to the one who dropped said bottle being shrunken down until they were only an inch tall.

Sometimes, just sometimes, there were immense negatives to living in a land full of magic.

Spike silently cursed his slippery fingers as he much-less-silently shouted for help. His shouts might as well have been silent, however, as his greatly-diminished height also made for a greatly-diminished volume to his voice. If he’d only been a bit more careful with the ingredients that he was picking up from Zecora for Twilight while she was off on royal duty, he wouldn’t be in this mess, but this wasn’t a time for hypotheticals. This was a time for action, lest he find himself trampled by an unsuspecting pony. It was to his great relief that he marketplace was quiet this afternoon, but it was a double-edged sword, as less ponies around also meant less chance for salvation. He didn’t even want to think of how long it would take him to get home at this size, where even a blade of grass stood ominously over him like a pillar of green.

Spike’s shouts continued as he paced, keeping a vigilant eye out for anypony who might be able to help and praying that their senses would be strong enough to hear his cries and see where not to step. The thought of what might happen if somepony came across him unaware…well, he really, really didn’t want to think about it, no matter who it was. When he thought about Rarity stepping on him, it wasn’t exactly in this context.

The idea of being found was quickly fading. Ponies seemed to have very little to shop for today if the silence of the marketplace was any indication, and the shopkeepers must not have been paying attention when the mishap occurred–curious, as one would expect somepony to have noticed the sound of breaking glass or the puff of the powder that so vastly altered Spike’s current path of action. Curious as it was, there was no denying that not a single shopkeeper had witnessed the mishap, and not a single one of them was responding to his desperate shouts. Mostly resigned to the calamitously tremendous and perilous walk that lay before him, Spike decided to give one final shout before giving up. Not that it would go any differently.

“Help!!!”

“Help with what?”

Spike froze in place. Was delirium taking effect early, or had someone heard him? The voice was close enough that there was no possible way for it to be real, as even if he had somehow missed the sight of a comparatively-giant person approaching, he certainly would have felt the tremors of their footsteps. It was completely impossible. There was no logical way to explain it. And based on those two facts alone, Spike knew exactly who it had to be.

“Pinkie Pie?”

“Yeah?”

Spike turned around, and there she was. Goodness, there she was. The blade of grass was tall enough for him, and Pinkie was no blade of grass. Even the largest foes that Spike had faced with his friends paled in comparison to what was before his eyes. Compared to other ponies, Pinkie was not terribly tall. She tended a little more on the “shortstack” side of things. But from this vantage point, she was monolithic; a slightly-pudgy pink pillar that extended just within the outer reaches of Spike’s mind. He knew Pinkie well, but that didn’t stop him from being intimidated by her sheer size compared to his own. Still, he trusted her and she was the only one who had heard him, so he summoned his courage.

“I’m down here!”

Spike watched as Pinkie looked down, right at about the level where his head would usually be. Confusion crossed her face as she looked back and forth for the voice she recognized.

“Spike? Where are you?”

Her voice boomed. Pinkie was typically loud even to a normal-sized Spike, but this was on a whole other level. “Cacophonous” felt like an apt word to describe the voice that was currently shaking him to his core. Still, he steeled himself. He had no reason to fear Pinkie Pie. Or at least he hadn’t before she started to take a step forward.

“Wait! Don’t take another step! I’m down here! I’m tiny!”

Spike had very much intended to explain his current situation a bit more eloquently, but the rapidly-encroaching foot had given a powerful importance to expedience. The gargantuan sandaled foot landed with a mind-numbing thud just a tiny bit away from him, the tremors of which caused him to lose his footing. Were he his normal height, he would have described Pinkie as being about a foot away from him. Given his new height, it made him shudder to think just how close she was to unintentionally subjecting him to a terrible fate.

Spike stared at that foot that had nearly brought his end as he pulled himself to a standing position once more, his eyes inexorably drawn ever upwards. That foot connected to a leg, as feet often did. Spike had never found himself particularly interested in Pinkie Pie in a romantic sense, but that didn’t mean that he never appreciated her looks, as one could do so without specific romantic or physical intent. He’d caught himself glancing at her legs more than once, as she often enjoyed wearing skirts that let her show them off. That was the case today, and the new perspective certainly changed things. The smooth pink skin on her shin stretched upwards for what seemed like half a mile, before giving way to an eternity of soft-looking thigh. It was only when Spike caught a glimpse of balloon-patterned white panties stretched across what was very easily the largest rump he’d ever seen that he realized he was staring up his friend’s skirt. An unintentional invasion of privacy, but one that he hoped could be overlooked given his current predicament. He knew he should stop looking, and yet…

“Oh, THERE you are!”

Spike finally pulled his attention away from the scandalous view as he focused on the giant pink smiling face that now hung over him. And he quickly realized that it was more than just her face hanging over him, as he tried his best not to stare at his friend’s chest. Pinkie was a rather busty girl, and often enjoyed wearing shirts that showed this off. This shirt was no exception, and the extreme bend that Pinkie was employing to get a good sight of him gave him a good sight of that delectable cleavage. That bra, patterned to match her panties, seemed to defy all laws of physics by restraining those tremendous breasts. Not staring was a Herculean feat, but Spike did his best so as not to potentially offend his friend, who also happened to be the one person who even realized he was here.

“Hi, Pinkie,” Spike squeaked, pulling his attention back to her face. It was a pretty sight in itself, and he felt he could safely stare at it without coming off like a pervert.

“Hi Spikey!” Pinkie boomed. “What’s up?”

Spike stared blankly at Pinkie.

“…What’s up?” Spike repeated incredulously.

“I asked you first, silly!” Pinkie replied, her signature smile growing. Spike couldn’t help but shake his head.

“I…” the dragon stammered. “…No questions about why I’m this size then?”

“Oh, I didn’t want to ask in case you were embarrassed about it!” Pinkie said, as if it was the most obvious response in the world. “Like one day I saw Rarity walking around with a hair out of place and I mentioned it to her and wow did she cry and I felt so terrible so I bought her a whole bunch of brownies to apologize and she accepted it which was really great but I don’t have any brownies prepared right now and besides even if I did they probably wouldn’t be the right size for you to eat since you’re so tiny!”

Pinkie had abandoned her ninety-degree bend by this point, opting for a more comfortable squat. While this was certainly better for her posture, it came with the added negative of putting her panties on display for him again. The challenge to not ogle his cute gargantuan friend was on once more.

“I…guess that makes sense,” Spike lied.

“Mhm!” Pinkie responded with a resolute nod. “So, since you do seem to want to talk about it, why are you so tiny?”

Spike let out a sigh as he went through the story. Truthfully, it wasn’t a very long story, and probably not worth the dramatic sigh beforehand, but it had been a difficult day for the dragon.

“Oh no!” Pinkie exclaimed. “I’m so sorry that happened to you! And gosh, Twilight isn’t even going to be back until tomorrow! What are you going to do?”

“I really don’t know,” Spike responded, letting out a sigh that was about as melodramatic as the previous one, but with a bit more merit this time.

“Well I know!” Pinkie said suddenly. “You’re coming back to Sugarcube Corner with me!”

“Huh?” Spike replied. “I am? Why?”

“Welllll…” Pinkie answered. “Obviously we can’t leave you right here. It’d take you like three forevers to walk back to the castle, and it’d be really hard for other ponies to see you so something awful could happen. And then whenever you did get back to the castle, how the heck are you gonna climb the stairs? And even if you were able to climb the stairs and get in somehow, it’d probably be nighttime, and Twilight’s owl would be awake, and when he sees a little creature roaming around…”

“Please stop,” Spike said, shuddering. “I don’t want to think about that possibility.”

“Okie dokie lokie!“ Pinkie said. “Buuuut if I bring you home with me, you won’t have to worry about all that! I mean there’s Gummy but he’ll leave you alone and I can just keep you somewhere he can’t get to anyway. So what do you say?”

The gigantic Pinkie extended a hand down towards him, middle finger extended enough to touch the ground. Were Spike his normal size, he would have interpreted this as an offer for a handshake, but it was pretty clear what she was really offering. The idea of it was strange to him, but it absolutely beat walking in this state. Plus, Pinkie’s patient smile was doing a wonderful job of putting him at ease. Pinkie was his friend, but he never spent a lot of one-on-one time with her. Not for any particular reason; he cared about her just as he did the rest of the girls, but he didn’t really spend much one-on-one time with any of them besides Twilight and Rarity. This would be a nice chance to change that, albeit not under the usual circumstances.

“Sounds good to me,” Spike said with a smile. He carefully climbed up onto Pinkie’s finger, then up into the palm of her hand, as if it were a soft pink hill. Very soft, actually. He could feel the firm muscle beneath, but that skin was a very comfortable level of soft.

“Great!” Pinkie exclaimed as she stood up. For her, it was nothing, but for Spike, it was as if his entire world had shifted. He considered himself to be rather brave and tough, but the extreme speed at which he was lifted managed to elicit a startled shout from him, one that didn’t go unnoticed by the one holding him.

“Oh! Are you okay, Spike?” Pinkie asked, her gigantic eyes peering into her hand at its occupant. The minuscule dragon opted not to speak, feeling as if opening his mouth would lead to the expulsion of his stomach.

“Ohhhhh,” Pinkie continued, apparently not needing a verbal response to see the discomfort that Spike was in. “I’m sorry Spike! I probably picked you up waaay too fast.” She paused, taking a moment to think. “So that means I can’t just hold you in my hand while I walk back home, because I swing my arms a lot when I walk and that would make you really sick, huh?”

“Yeah…that’s a fair bet,” Spike replied, having regained most of his bearings.

“Then I guess I’ll have to put you in my pocket!” Pinkie sang. Then she glanced down at the outfit she had chosen for the day. “Oh. Right. No pockets.”

“Huh…” Spike replied. He intended to also look down at her outfit, but he was sitting in the palm of her hand and didn’t feel up to a short walk. His stomach had settled but his head was still spinning a bit. The answer to all of this seemed very obvious to him. Even though asking Pinkie to be less exuberant in her actions seemed like a tough task, he was certain that she could handle just keeping one arm still while walking. It wasn’t all that long of a walk to Sugarcube Corner, after all. All he had to do was bring the idea up to her and-

“Wait!” Pinkie shouted. “Improv pocket!”

Before Spike could even ask what that meant, Pinkie’s hand was moving once again. The tiny dragon felt Pinkie’s middle finger curl securely around his lower body, and looked up just in time to get an eyeful of pink cleavage. And then, darkness.

“Nice and safe!” Pinkie said, giving a resolute nod. “Trust me, if it can hold my girls, it can hold you too!”

It was dark, but Spike didn’t need to be able to see to know that he had been slipped into the cup of that balloon-patterned bra that he was staring at before. He had thought the skin of Pinkie’s hand was soft, but it paled in comparison to the intoxicating softness of her breast. He felt like he could just sink forever into that expanse of warm flesh that pressed against his body as it held him against the fabric of the bra.

Part of his brain wondered why this was her simplest solution, why she had no issues with tucking him up against one of her most intimate areas. As it stood, though, a large portion of the blood in his body was currently rushing somewhere that was not his brain. He couldn’t help his embarrassment at his body’s reaction, but he doubted Pinkie could even feel it. He was but a speck against the massive cushion that was her breast. And besides, it was her idea to put him here. He couldn’t be blamed for it.

Just when Spike thought it couldn’t feel any better than it already did, Pinkie began to walk. Pinkie was an energetic sort, one who seemed to always have a certain bounce to her step. He tried not to look at that bounce too much under normal circumstances, but with his current situation, that bounce brought on an entirely new feeling. Her bra did a commendable job of keeping her breasts in check, but it wasn’t perfect. The gentle rise and fall of Pinkie’s chest with each step was almost hypnotic to the tiny dragon. That heavenly soft breast would alleviate him of a tiny bit of its weight, before pressing back down all over his body, enveloping him completely before repeating the process.

And the warmth. The body heat was incredible. Were Spike not a dragon, it might have been a bit much for him, but his body was accustomed to higher temperatures. As such, other than the bit of embarrassment which didn’t seem to matter anyway, he couldn’t find a single negative to this ride within Pinkie’s bra. Even the bit of sweat didn’t bother him at all.

Unable to restrain himself anymore, Spike shifted his arms, placing his palms on the prodigious amount of breast tissue that rested on top of him. He couldn’t see her having a problem with him touching, since it was her idea to put him here in the first place. He tried his best to lift the massive mound of flesh, but his tiny hands simply sunk into it ineffectively. Another attempt proved just as fruitless, and another bounce in Pinkie’s step smothered him in boob once more.

“Hehe, that tickles!” Pinkie exclaimed, her voice booming all around Spike as he could feel her walking stop, “I feel you squirming in there. Are you okay? Do you wanna get out?”

“No!”

The answer practically exploded from Spike’s mouth, causing him to blush brightly for an audience of zero.

“I…uh…” he stammered, before finally deciding to just admit it. “It’s…really nice in here.” This elicited a giggle from his friend, one that made his roommate in the cup of her bra bounce softly atop him.

“Ohhhh yeah?” Pinkie practically sang, making the blush on Spike’s face burn even brighter. “Well I don’t have to go home right now you know. I’ve got a few more errands I could run if you wanna just take a nice little nap in there!”

Comfy on a gently-rocking bed of fabric, smothered in tit flesh, Spike couldn’t find a reason to argue.

“I…wouldn’t mind,” Spike said, unable to help himself from rubbing the mass of pink above him.

“Didn’t take you for a boobie guy, Spikey-poo,” Pinkie whispered playfully. The sudden feeling of a single finger, practically the size of his entire body, tenderly rubbing him through the bra made him blush even more. He’d had his doubts about whether Pinkie was even aware of how risqué a thing she was doing. She was not an unintelligent mare at all, and he did feel guilty about those doubts, but she could be a bit oblivious here and there. From the way she just teased him, though, she was clearly very aware of the inherent naughtiness of the situation.

“Heh…never experienced one like this before,” Spike replied with a yawn. The finger gave him another affectionate little rub, then retreated. Spike could imagine how strange the sight might have looked were there anypony else around, but he had to admit to himself that with all the strange things Pinkie did, whispering to her bust probably didn’t rank too high on the charts. As he felt the comforting rhythm of Pinkie’s step and the massage of her breast’s bounce resume, the dragon closed his eyes, settling in for a brief slumber.