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.
Even though it only lasted for about an hour, Spike couldn’t think of a single better nap than the one he was just waking up from. The delightful feeling of being cradled in Pinkie’s bra and snuggled warmly under her gently-bouncing breast was even good enough to distract him from the otherwise-problematic nature of his current situation. Maybe he was an inch tall, and maybe he had no way to fix this until Twilight came home tomorrow, but how could he complain too much when he was nestled up against the breast of a beautiful girl?
Spike couldn’t help but reflect on the word he’d thought of to describe Pinkie. Beautiful. He had never really looked at her that way before this whole rigamarole. Sure, she was pretty, and undoubtedly fun to be around, but as far as physical attraction went, he was always completely hung up on Rarity. Perhaps it was a side effect from being absolutely smothered by her boob, but he was starting to appreciate her beauty just a bit more. One hand reached up and pressed into the flesh again, partially to let her know that he was awake and partially because it was just a pleasant thing to do.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Pinkie’s voice rang out cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?” Spike felt that finger carefully rub against him from the other side of the bra, and gave her chest a rub of equal gentleness in return.
“How could I not?” Spike replied. He could swear he heard Pinkie’s heart beat a teensy bit faster, but it was also entirely possible that he was imagining things.
“Gee,” Pinkie mused. “You were so upset about the whole shrinking thing when I ran into you, but you sure changed your tone when I put you away. I wonder why~?”
That teasing tone of hers was mesmerizing, and sent a shudder of joy and embarrassment down the tiny dragon’s spine.
“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of perv or anything,” Spike said.
“Uhh, hello?” Pinkie responded with one of her signature giggles. “I’m the one who decided to get you all up close and personal with Dory, remember?”
“Dory…?” Spike asked.
“Yeah, the left one’s Dory and the right one’s Hunky!” Pinkie answered brightly. “I was gonna go with Hiphip and Hooray but I decided to use that for somewhere else.”
“You…named your boobs?” Spike asked, unsure why this surprised him.
“And my somewhere else!” Pinkie confirmed.
It was strange, but Spike had to admit that it was so adorably Pinkie Pie. And now he was calling her adorable. She was really having an effect on him.
“We’re home by the way!” Pinkie said cheerfully. “Actually we have been for about ten minutes but I didn’t want to wake you up so I kept walking in circles in my room to make it feel like we were still doing errands! Are you ready to come out?”
Spike smiled at Pinkie’s words. She was so sweet, thinking about his comfort like that.
“Maybe just a few more minutes?” he said cheekily.
“Gosh, you really like it in there, huh?” Pinkie said. Her tone was a bit different than Spike expected. Not upset by any means, but not the super-bubbly tone he was used to. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but in case it was a bad thing, he decided not to push the issue.
“I do, but yeah, you can take me out now,” Spike said. “As nice as this is, I don’t want to take too much advantage.”
“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie responded, back to her usual cheer.
Spike waited calmly for Pinkie’s hand to reach in and grab hold of him. What he got instead was a few odd moments of shifting, none of which bothered him but all of which confused him. Then there was one big shift, and Spike felt his entire world turn. Instead of being under Pinkie’s breast, he was now leaning flat against it. His feet struggled to gain purchase on Pinkie’s ribs as he realized that she must have laid down on her back. Before he could question any further, the fabric holding him against her was gone and his world was light once more.
The new loss of balance sent Spike tumbling backwards, rolling along a field of soft pink. The tiny dragon tried his best to grab onto something to stop himself, but there wasn’t a single blemish to be found on Pinkie’s delectably smooth belly. Just as Spike felt as if he was going to fall forever, he found himself landing feet first in a deep crevice.
It took a few moments for Spike’s head to stop spinning. Between the tumbling and the return to light after over an hour of darkness, adjusting was a difficult thing for him. His hands rested on the smooth pink around him as he gained his bearings. Everything around his lower body was warm, and he could feel a bit of snugness around his feet; not enough that he was being held securely, but just snug enough. The sound of Pinkie’s happy giggling rang in the air as his world began to shake.
Spike came to two quick, back-to-back realizations. First off, he seemed to be stuck in Pinkie’s belly button. And second, Pinkie, who seemed quite entertained by all of this as her upper back rested against a stack of pillows, was completely topless.
As much as he wished it was not the case, Spike didn’t often find himself in close proximity to topless mares. There was the one time where he and Apple Bloom had fooled around, but that was his sole encounter with a topless mare that was completely intentional. He’d stumbled upon Twilight at the wrong time once or twice, but there was something different about that. Well, besides the part where he wasn’t small enough to fit partially in her belly button. Part of him–a very substantial part of him–wanted to just drink in the enchanting vision in front of his eyes. Those gigantic pink breasts hung above him like twin moons, eclipsing everything else. Well, everything except that lovely smile. At the same time, Spike wanted to be a gentleman, and that was the part of him that won out as he quickly looked away. It might have hurt his soul to tear his attention away from that gorgeous sight, but it felt like the right thing to do.
“Seriously, Spikey-poo?” Pinkie scoffed through a bemused grin. “You just spent over an hour snuggled up to Dory and you can’t even look her in the eye?” One hand cupped her breast and gave it a little shake for emphasis.
“Heh…” Spike chuckled nervously. “I just…y’know, in case you didn’t want me looking…”
“Well doesn’t that sound a bit silly to you?” Pinkie asked, rubbing the top of his head with a finger. “Like, if I really didn’t want you to look at me without a shirt on, wouldn’t I have just taken you out of my bra instead of taking everything off?” She giggled when Spike didn’t have a proper answer for that, then nudged his chin with that giant finger, bringing his attention fully back to her. “I want you to look, you goof.”
And look he did. Spike gazed up at the pink goddess, drinking in every bit of that vision. Pinkie was a busty mare, but his reduced size made those breasts seem impossibly large, and the way they framed Pinkie’s face from this angle was a sight to behold. And…was she blushing? Yes, there was just a tinge of red on those cute pink cheeks. Pinkie Pie was rarely timid about anything, and had already stated quite clearly that she wanted him to look at her, but a very un-Pinkielike shyness was visible on her face.
And that little bit of surprising vulnerability endeared her to him even more.
“You haven’t told me what you think yet,” Pinkie said, winking at the tiny dragon in her belly button.
Thousands of words simmered in Spike’s mind, waiting to steep into a properly-formed thought. He wanted to say something eloquent, something which would allow Pinkie to properly appreciate his loquaciousness. As fate would have it, though, only a few words came to mind.
“They’re beautiful,” Spike said. Then, a step further. “You’re beautiful.”
Maybe it was a bit quick. Maybe he was a bit enchanted. But he meant it regardless, and the reaction it elicited from Pinkie made it more than worth saying. That little sparkle in her eye, that glowing smile, that giggle that shook her belly, and him with it. All a delight to witness and experience. He could already tell that he wanted to experience it more.
“Thanks, Spikey-poo,” Pinkie said, stroking his head with a single finger. “That means a lot coming from you.”
“It does?” Spike asked. “Why’s that?”
Spike thought it was a fair enough question, but apparently Pinkie did not, if the look of confusion on her face was any indication. That finger continued to stroke him as she gave him a bemused smile.
“Gosh, Spikey-poo,” Pinkie said. “I thought I was being pretty clear that I like you like you!”
The dragon stared up at his savior, completely taken by surprise. Did she really say the words that he thought he heard? Despite the childish way in which they were worded, did she really just…?
“Are…are you serious?” Spike said. “I had no idea!”
“Aw, come on!” Pinkie replied. “You didn’t catch the hints? What about the nickname?”
“Pinkie, you use nicknames for practically everypony you know,” Spike answered. A grin crept onto his face as the meaning of those words sank in more and more.
“All those big hugs I give you?” Pinkie continued.
“You hug more people than you nickname,” Spike answered, feeling his heart start to race.
“How many people do I let sleep in my bra while I’m wearing it?” Pinkie asked.
“Okay, you’ve got me there,” Spike admitted. “As far as I know, I mean.” He placed a hand back on Pinkie’s belly, rubbing that wonderfully soft skin. “So…why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I kinda thought you were still head over heels for Rarity,” Pinkie said. Her smile had faded somewhat, but that stroking continued.
Spike hesitated for what felt like an eternity. Of course he still had feelings for Rarity. He’d been pining over her for as long as he could remember, and the two of them got along fantastically. But…well, she hadn’t ever really hinted at feeling the same about him as he felt about her. And here was Pinkie, this lovely specimen who like liked him. It was a ridiculously silly term, but that silliness fit Pinkie to a T. He always enjoyed time spent with her, and he certainly wasn’t lying when he called her beautiful.
And there was the fact that Pinkie was giving Spike something that Rarity, despite how wonderful and generous she was, had never given him: direct romantic and sexual attention. Rarity very much cared for him and made sure to make that very clear in her interactions with him. Kind words, innocuous physical contact…there was no denying that Spike was very important to Rarity. But it never seemed to extend to any kind of romantic or sexual area. Meanwhile, Pinkie had just admitted, in her own words, to a romantic interest in him. And as far as sexuality, she was clearly at least somewhat interested in that kind of thing if she was so willing to be topless around him and cuddle him up to her breast.
He may have been head over heels for Rarity for a long time, but the way he saw it, he would be crazy not to give this a chance.
“You’ve been awful quiet since I said that, Spikey-poo,” Pinkie said, sliding her hand down her belly until Spike found his upper half stuck between her pointer and middle fingers, surrounding him even more in pink so that only his head poked out. “Whatcha thinking about?”
Spike gazed up at that face, his view of it framed by those lovely breasts. He knew his answer.
“Well,” Spike said. “I mean, yeah, I’ve been chasing after Rarity…” He managed to wrench his left arm out from between Pinkie’s massive fingers, and his tiny hand rubbed the soft skin of the pointer. “But honestly…I think I’m starting to like like you too.”
The words sounded so romantic in his head. Placed flawlessly, expressing true emotion so eloquently that it was impossible not to swoon over them. Which made it that much more of a surprise when Pinkie started to laugh.
“Oh gee, thanks, Spike,” Pinkie said through giggles. “Thanks for calling me your second choice!”
Spike’s jaw dropped. Had he insulted her? The poor dragon sputtered as he tried to fix things.
“Wha…wait!” Spike desperately pleaded. “I didn’t mean it like that! I…” He was silenced when her other hand moved down to put a fingertip on his mouth.
“I’m kidding, silly,” Pinkie said. “I know how much you like Rarity. Like, it’s obvious to anypony with eyes, right? But let’s give it a chance and see what happens! Whaddaya say?” She gave Spike a little wink as she removed her finger from his face.
Spike had always tried to be a gentleman. For better or for worse, a good romantic trope was nearly impossible for him to pass up. Under normal circumstances, this would have been the perfect opportunity for him to take Pinkie’s hand, deliver a cheesy line, and give it a kiss. Obviously, that wasn’t doable right now. At least not in its intended form. Spike’s fantasies usually didn’t deviate from the tropes at all, but everything else that had happened today was so far from normal, so in this case it seemed to fit.
“I say I’d love it,” Spike replied. Both hands reached out to hold her finger, resting on the smooth surface of her magenta nail polish. Then he leaned forward and gave that finger a kiss.
If there was any worry in Spike’s head about this altered romantic gesture not hitting right, it would have been dashed immediately as Pinkie beamed in response.
“Eeee, that was adorable!” Pinkie bubbled. Spike could feel her legs kicking behind him, and he turned to look back there for the first time. The little dragon’s eyes lit up as he realized she’d also ditched the skirt at some point. Watching those enormous legs kick like that, he couldn’t help himself as his eyes were drawn up them and to those balloon-printed panties. Sweet Celestia, she was a sight to behold. Rarity was quite the specimen, but her body was more slim and streamlined. Pinkie was not fat by any stretch of the word, but she was delectably curvy in a way that he wished he had appreciated earlier. Those balloon-printed panties had quite the task in stretching around those shapely hips, and while doing so while this size would likely crush him, it might have been worth it anyway to be pressed between those thick thighs.
“Like what you see?” Pinkie asked teasingly. Spike turned his attention back to her face, a blush on his cheeks. By this point he was sure she had no issues with him staring, especially since she’d stripped down to just her panties for him, but it still felt naughty to do so.
“I really wish I’d paid more attention to how pretty you were earlier,” Spike said. “I’m just trying to make up for all that missed time now.” He felt himself shake again as her laughter bounced her belly, and him with it.
“Such a charmer!” Pinkie swooned. Then her grin grew sly, and she beckoned him with a finger. “C’mon. Climb up my body and I’ll give you a surprise!”
Spike’s eyes widened. He had already been staring at that picturesque body, but with this latest request, its beauty now created a fantastic challenge. He had never been one for extreme sports, and thus had never gone mountain climbing, so he was a bit out of his element with this particular challenge. Then again, had he gone climbing on an actual mountain, he was pretty sure that the experience doing so would pale in comparison to what he was about to undertake. No mountain in Equestria was as arousingly soft as this one would be, and it was very unlikely that any mountain in Equestria featured two amazingly perky sub-mountains atop it.
With a look of raw determination in his eyes, Spike started his climb. As soon as Pinkie removed her hand from around him, he placed his hands against that soft belly, lifting himself from the confines of her belly button; a task easier done than said, as he was only in up to his hips. Had he been about half an inch shorter, he might as well have gotten lost in there. The giggles from his ticklish mountain served to make the terrain all the more treacherous, but Spike had a goal. He had no idea what surprise Pinkie had in store for him at the summit, but he was sure that it was going to be a nice one.
Hiking up such a silky smooth surface was not easy, but Spike was a tough dragon, despite his current size. His fingers dug into that pillowy flesh as he continued his ascent, each touch causing a slight gigglequake. It wasn’t long before the dragon found himself at the base of the twin peaks. Pinkie’s breasts stood ominously over him, almost as if they were beckoning him, begging him to abandon his quest and simply cuddle up against them once more. The temptation was palpable, but Spike would not be deterred.
“Timer’s ticking, Spikey-poo!” Pinkie called out, smiling from ear to ear.
Spike had no clue that a timer was involved, but that was simply the whimsical nature of Mount Pinkie. He gazed up at those breasts. As much as he wanted to take on one of those amazing hills and reunite with her chest once more, the difficulty of the task and the sudden addition of an unseen timer made that sadly impossible. He would have to take the flat valley between the hills. Not that he had anything against that; every square inch of Pinkie Pie was a complete delight. Still, those breasts were something else. He made sure to pull himself up to the left one–to Dory–and give her a little kiss and a pat, right around where he’d slept, eliciting another giggle from Pinkie.
Then it was back to the valley. Spike carefully climbed across the flat expanse between the twin hills. Somehow, in a way, this felt even more naughty than climbing on her breast. Sure, they were the main event up here, and with good reason, but this flat plain was territory that was forbidden to anyone who wasn’t already granted access to her breasts. Spike made sure to appreciate every moment of it as he traversed through the valley. He’d steal a glance to either side here and there, met with walls of soft pink. It was definitely a tantalizing place to be, but he was determined to scale Pinkie’s body and receive his surprise, and nothing would stop him.
“Cave-in!!!”
Spike only had a moment to try and figure out what Pinkie meant by that, let alone how she was aware of his mountain analogy, before the giggling mare used her upper arms to squeeze her boobs together. Spike, being between them as he was, quickly found himself pressed between the two.
Being held against one titanic breast was nice enough. Being squished between the two? Heaven. Two tremendous mounds of endlessly soft flesh surrounded him on either side, swaddling him in wonderful warmth. There wasn’t a single bit of Spike’s body that wasn’t being hugged by Pinkie’s magnificent cleavage, slowly sapping any will to continue climbing. Why go anywhere when he could stay right here, encapsulated in tit flesh? Maybe it was the utter comfort, maybe it was the limited oxygen, but whatever it was, Spike just couldn’t find a single reason to continue anymore. There was nothing better than staying right here, enjoying the softness, the warmth, the slight bit of sweat, the calming sounds of Pinkie’s heartbeat…
By the time Pinkie moved her arms and let her boobs fall back to a more normal position, Spike had stopped moving. A dazed smile crossed his face, but Pinkie couldn’t see it, as the sweat between Pinkie’s breasts had left him stuck face-first to Dory’s side.
“Gosh, Spikey-poo, you couldn’t at least give Hunky some attention too?” Pinkie laughed. “It isn’t nice to pick favorites!” When he didn’t reply, she gave him a little poke. “Spike? You okay?” The tip of her finger slid under him, gently peeling him off of her breast and taking him in her hand.
“I think I died and went to heaven,” Spike replied groggily. Pinkie let out a sigh of relief, then moved her hand towards her face. Remembering last time, she was careful to move it nice and slowly.
“Seriously though, are you okay?” Pinkie asked. “I’m really liking all of this fun, but if I’m hurting you at all then I’ll stop.”
Spike gazed up at that sweet, caring face. If he hadn’t already known how lucky he was right now, this would have certainly helped to convince him. One hand rested on Pinkie’s palm, rubbing it lovingly.
“I’m okay, really,” Spike said. Then a cheeky grin crossed his face. “And now I’ve reached the top, haven’t I?”
“Hah! I guess so!” Pinkie exclaimed. “Though you kiiiinda cheated by making me think I suffocated you with my boobs.”
“Hey, it doesn’t sound like the worst way to go out,” Spike replied with a grin.
“Oh, stop it, silly!” Pinkie laughed. “I’m pretty sure it counts as a really bad first date if one person kills the other. That might be rule number one.”
“So…this is really a date then?” Spike said, his smile growing. “It’s definitely the strangest one I can ever think of, but I mean that in the best way possible.”
“It is if both of us think it is!” Pinkie said. “So whaddaya say? First date?”
“First date,” Spike agreed, not even hesitating for a second. “So where’s my surprise?”
Spike watched as Pinkie gave a little wink, and then the hand that he was sat in began to move again. He watched that giant pretty face of hers grow closer and closer, until he was maybe about half a foot from Pinkie’s face. Then that face grew closer still, her lips pursing. Spike instinctually began to pursue his lips as well, until it dawned on him just how ineffective a kiss from him would be. But he still wanted to share in that first kiss to the best of his abilities, and so his lips pursed anyway.
Pinkie’s kiss enveloped his entire head, those soft, luscious lips surrounding him. Her breath smelled of strawberry, which was entirely unsurprising. Everything else about Pinkie was desirable; of course her breath would be as well. Her kiss was as gentle as can be, so as not to create any discomfort for her bitty beau. Spike, meanwhile, did his best to participate in his first kiss with what he could likely call his new marefriend by smooching that pouty lower lip, wanting nothing more than to just rest his head on that lip for a spell. By the time the kiss was done, his head was slightly damp. It wasn’t quite the first kiss he’d expected, but nothing about today was like anything he’d ever expected.
“Wow…” Spike mused, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. “That was…wow. I’m so lucky you were the one to find me, Pinkie.”
“And so am I!” Pinkie responded. Then she leaned close to him, eyes darting back and forth before whispering to him. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Why are we whispering if we’re the only ones in the room?” Spike asked.
“Because it’s a secret!”
Spike refused to question further. Part of the fun of Pinkie Pie was her strange logic behind her actions, and he couldn’t bear to take that from her.
“Okay,” Spike said, sitting down in her hand once more. “What’s the secret?”
“Welllll…” Pinkie whispered. “I think you miiight have guessed this by now, but I kinda…have a thing for this.”
“For this?” Spike asked, unsure of her exact meaning.
“The whole…playing around with someone who’s tiny thing,” Pinkie admitted. “Like…I’ve never been able to do it, but it’s kinda been a fantasy of mine? And it works out so well that it’s you, because I already had a big crush on you and everything, but yeah…I’ve always wanted to have a tiny little person to play with like this. I hope that’s not really weird?”
Spike stared up at the giant mare, who was showing more vulnerability than he’d ever seen her exhibit before. For a dragon who’d only become of age a few years ago, Spike was fairly knowledgeable of a number of uncommon kinks. While he hadn’t partaken in any, it was fair to say that he was well-read on the topic. This was one that he hadn’t come across, but compared to some of the ones he had?
“It’s not something I’m used to…” Spike said, giving Pinkie a smile. “But I’ve really enjoyed it so far, so if it makes you happy, then I’m in.”
Spike’s head was quickly engulfed with another kiss as Pinkie delighted in his response. He returned it the same way he did the previous one, overjoyed to make her this happy.
“Great!” Pinkie bubbled, before giving Spike a mischievous grin. “Because honestly I’m pretty worked up right now and I really wanna play around with you some more.” That smile, as well as her tone of voice, quickly turned sultry, sending a shiver down Spike’s spine. “You liked being in my underwear before. Wanna give that another shot?”
Spike’s eyes lit up at the mention of doing it again. He was about to respond, when he found reason to hesitate. He glanced down at Pinkie’s chest, and not only because he liked the sight of it.
“But you’re not wearing your bra anymore,” Spike said, earning himself a roll of the eyes from his titanic pink marefriend. Her response was more like a purr than a whisper.
“Who said anything about my bra?”
It took a few moments for the implications to dawn on Spike. His eyes slowly traveled down Pinkie’s body, from her gorgeous bust to her soft belly, and finally down to those balloon-printed panties. The drake’s face turned a brilliant shade of crimson as his mouth went dry. Further down, his pants worked desperately to hold tight as his erection threatened to rend them asunder.
“Whaddaya say, Spikey-poo?” Pinkie purred.
The dragon simply nodded. Words would not come to him.
“Then we’re gonna need to get you out of these,” Pinkie told him. Her giant fingers quickly got to work, moving with an incredible precision as they worked at his clothing. As soon as he realized what she was doing, Spike quickly got moving to help her, wiggling out of his shirt and unbuttoning his pants before dropping them. His hands moved to the waistband of his boxers to give them the same treatment, but Pinkie pinned them down with a single finger.
“Ah ah ah,” Pinkie chided. “I wanna do this part.”
Spike gladly obeyed, watching with bated breath as the tip of Pinkie’s fingernail slid under the waistband. With the delicacy and grace of an expert, she pulled those boxers down, letting Spike’s erection finally spring free. Her tremendous baby blue eyes gazed at the now-naked Spike, and she licked her lips in an almost-hungry manner.
“Oooh,” Pinkie cooed. “Looks like someone’s really happy with my little idea, huh?” One finger moved in and touched Spike’s shaft as carefully as possible, giving it a little rub.
Spike’s eyes rolled back and he let out a happy sigh as Pinkie played around with him. Her touch, enormous as it was, was so impossibly delicate, careful not to harm the tiny drake. He had dreamed of being touched like this–well, not exactly like this, but the idea was the same–for quite a while, and seeing how happy Pinkie was to do so brought joy to his heart. He rested a hand on her finger, rubbing it lovingly as it rubbed him. He could feel the change in position as Pinkie began to get up, but she made sure to keep her hands steady, certainly not wanting to drop her beau.
Spike let out a soft huff as that rubbing continued, then a little pout as her finger pulled away. That pout lasted for all of a few seconds, as he realized he was being brought closer to Pinkie’s face. Then a sudden gasp escaped his lips as Pinkie gave him another kiss, this time not aiming for the face. Those huge lips pressed on his front, and Spike’s eyes crossed as her tongue snaked out and gave his shaft a lick as best she could, before taking the whole thing between her lips. It embarrassed him to think of how small his erection was in comparison to her lips, but he was sure she didn’t mind too much, and understood full well that it wasn’t typically this size. It took all of his willpower not to push his hips forward, humping into those wet, warm lips.
Spike laid back in a daze as Pinkie’s lips pulled away with an exaggerated smack. He beamed up to her as she gave him a wink, then felt his world tilt. Pinkie was tilting him down ever so slightly, pointing him so he could get a look at her beautiful body. Those balloon-printed panties waited for him below, with all the treasures that they hid.
“So what’ll it be, Spikey-poo?” Pinkie asked. She shifted a bit to show him her ass, beautifully round and inviting. “Do you wanna meet Hip and Hip?” Then she ran a hand down her front, one finger drifting between her legs. “Or Hooray?”
The sight was absolutely astounding, and the implications even more so. Spike couldn’t tear his eyes away from Pinkie’s fantastic physique.
“…Couldn’t it be both?” Spike asked.
“Spike!” Pinkie exclaimed. “You never go HipHip to Hooray!” She gave the tiny drake a wink, then rested herself back on the bed, just the way she was lying down before. “Tell you what. I think Hooray really wants to meet you, so we’ll set that up. How’s that sound?”
“Hooray!” Spike replied, grinning like an idiot. Pinkie returned that grin in kind as she placed Spike back in her belly button, facing away from her. As much as he missed seeing that infectious smile and flawless rack, his new vantage point gave him a front row seat to his next destination, and he certainly wasn’t complaining about the feeling of his shaft pressing against the soft skin of her belly. He watched with anticipation as Pinkie’s hands came into view, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her panties. He felt his heart rate jncrease as those thumbs pulled upwards, giving him his first view of Pinkie’s private party.
Spike’s sexual experience was nearly nonexistent. The closest he’d gotten to actual sex was the one night where he and Apple Bloom had fooled around in her family’s barn. A bit of curiosity had led to two young and inexperienced friends nude and very hands-on with each other. That night hadn’t led to the loss of his virginity, though it would have if Bloom hadn’t gotten nervous about it just before the act. Until today, that was the most experience he had with a mare.
As he gazed down into the abyss of Pinkie’s panties, he was ready for that to change.
“Just hop in when you’re ready!” Pinkie said, patting Spike on the head again. “Or I can put you down there myself if you’d like!”
Spike attempted to reply, but then the mind-melting scent of Pinkie’s arousal hit him like a brick wall. He had only experienced this with Bloom before, but Pinkie’s scent was completely different. He could swear it was more sweet. He wasn’t quite sure how the physiology of it worked out, but his brain parsed it as a byproduct of all the candy and pastries and such that were a normal part of her diet, and that explanation worked just fine for him. That scent called out to him, begging for him to come and claim her, and he wasn’t about to let it down.
The tiny drake hoisted himself from Pinkie’s belly button, hearing her eager squeal as he prepared to take the plunge. The fact that she was just as excited for this as he was, if not more so, was not lost on Spike. He had no idea how to please a mare who absolutely dwarfed him so, but as he began his descent, he figured he could do with a crash course. The giggles as he crawled down Pinkie’s pelvic region were infectious, and the scent was becoming stronger and stronger the closer he got to his destination. At one point, he found himself looking up, and marveled at the view. He had crawled past the waistband of her panties by this point, and looking at the land of balloons above him was a wonder that was only beaten out by the wonder that lay before him.
The magazines that Spike used to hide from Twilight had gotten him so used to mares who shaved down there, but this was not the case with Pinkie Pie. A veritable forest of dark pink stood between him and his goal, well-maintained but still daunting. He could have probably made his way around it, but he was entirely enamored with Pinkie, and he wanted to experience everything there was to experience about her. And so he made his way into the forest.
Spike could hear the titters from his marefriend as he pushed through the wilds. His climbing across her skin had already tickled her, and this was apparently even worse, if her reaction was anything to go by. He couldn’t help but grin as he took an unnecessary step and heard the laughter that it caused. The feeling of having this tremendous mare at his mercy, of having a beautiful titan in the palm of his hand after having literally been in the palm of hers, was addicting. Another few movements, another peal of laughter from that which bore its element. Spike could do this for quite a while without getting bored.
Or, rather, he could have, if it wasn’t for his host wishing to take control of the situation back. Two massive fingers suddenly slid around Spike and carefully took hold of his diminutive frame.
“Spikey-poo, I don’t mean to be insistent,” Pinkie said between breaths. “But I really, really need you down here right now.”
And before he knew it, Spike was up close and personal with Hooray.
The scent of arousal was absolutely overpowering as Spike felt Pinkie’s fingers introduce him to her massive folds. Slick with arousal as they were, Spike quickly found himself damp with the most lovely aroma he’d ever encountered, although he had to admit that he was a bit biased. His erection stood at full mast, rock hard and ready to get to work, but at this size, anything it could have done was almost pointless. That didn’t stop him from wiggling his hips and nudging it between her folds, though. She probably didn’t feel it in the slightest, but it felt magical to him.
It took a bit of useless thrusting and some gentle reminders from her fingers nudging him forward before Spike remembered that he was down here to make Pinkie feel good. Rerouting and redoubling his efforts, he began to run at her folds with his hands, marveling at how she was just as warm and soft inside as out. His hands dripped with arousal as he lay flat against her, doing his best to cause her to moan. Her fingers, finally satisfied that he was on task, released him, though not before one snuck between his legs to give his privates another loving stroke. Then her hands were gone, and the panties were pulled up tight against him, leaving him alone with that delectable pink pussy.
Spike felt like he could get lost in that magnificent cavern in front of him as he slipped his hand inside, trying to figure out how best to pleasure her. How could one so small even hope to do much when presented with such a tremendous task? No matter what, though, he was dedicated to the task. His puny hands felt around inside her tunnel, delighting in the soft, spongy flesh within. A guy could get used to this. He heard Pinkie let out a happy sigh. Not quite the moan he was looking for, but still a lovely sound nonetheless. Pulling one of his hands out, he stared down at it, at the nectar covering it. Unable to help himself, he brought that hand up to his face and gave it a lick. The flavor was just out of this world, and he knew he wanted more.
Spike had always heard of guys who were reticent to eat their lover out. He couldn’t understand it back then, and after getting this sample of her flavor, he understood it even less. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, bracing his hands on Pinkie’s folds as his head made the daring trip between them. The bracing was a necessary tactic. As much as he wanted to do this, he also wasn’t looking to get lost in there.
If this course of action had elicited a moan from Pinkie, Spike couldn’t have known. One of the downfalls of shoving one’s head into a vagina appeared to be reduced hearing. As it stood, though, Spike was willing to make that trade. His head was surrounded in utterly soft flesh, doused in Pinkie’s sweet scent. He let his tongue roll out of his mouth, doing his best to continue holding his breath as he began to lick those walls. How could any guy not want to do this for his marefriend? Well, not exactly this, but the point still stood. After a bit of this treatment, Spike pulled his head out, hoping to reposition and figure out a way to make her feel even better.
“Oh gosh Spike whatever you just did was amazing!” Pinkie gasped. “Keep going! You’re doing great!”
Music to his ears. It wasn’t exactly the moan Spike was searching for, but in essence, it was so much more. Hearing that lust-filled voice call out his name like that sent shivers down his spine. The task was pleasurable enough that he needed no encouragement to continue, but it was still wonderful to hear. He found himself moving almost by instinct, pulling himself higher on her folds to approach from a different angle. He was prepared to do whatever it took to make Pinkie feel good. What he was not prepared for, though, was a sudden upward shift of Pinkie’s hips. The motion caused one foot to slip, and before Spike could react, he was up to his armpits in Pinkie’s pie. His arms quickly tried to grab onto those puffy folds for purchase, but it was a futile effort, and soon Spike had disappeared entirely inside his lover.
The warmth and softness was completely astounding, unlike anything Spike could have ever dreamed of. Completely ensconced in hot, wet flesh, he simply stayed still for a few moments, reveling in the feeling. Was he doomed? The question was farther from his mind than expected, especially when he heard Pinkie’s very muffled voice. He had no idea what she was saying, but he could swear there was a happy lilt to whatever it was. Survival would have to wait.
The tiny drake wriggled around inside his comfy prison, attempting to figure out what kinds of motions elicited the best responses. Reorienting himself was also important, as he barely knew which way was up. He was pretty sure he hadn’t spun around upon entering Pinkie, but couldn’t be completely sure. If he was right-side up, though, he knew that up was the way to go to reach Pinkie’s most sensitive place. He may not have had much sexual experience, but the various reading materials he’d collected had taught him a thing or two about just how to find that spot. He started squirming, trying to move through the tight tunnel, every movement tempting him to stay put and melt in the pleasure, but spurred on to continue his task by the muffled sounds from Pinkie. He had to imagine that she was enjoying this feeling. Knowing of her interest in this kind of thing, this was probably exactly what she was hoping to happen.
After a bit of searching, Spike’s hand finally brushed against it. Even with how muffled things were in here, he could tell from the louder sounds and the shifting of the tunnel that held him that he had found the right spot. His other hand came up to join the first, pondering that fleshy orb with reverence. He felt his entire world shift once more, figuring that the pleasure was good enough to make Pinkie jerk her hips. Those juices were flowing freely around him, and the walls that held him in place were shuddering, providing an oddly comforting massage as he worked at his task. He leaned in and licked that large nub, peppering it with kisses as he heard those incomprehensible cries grow louder still.
Spike’s world suddenly moved once more, jolting him with short and sudden bursts. He could imagine Pinkie pumping her hips to cause those shakes, and the thought made him redouble his efforts. Not that they were likely needed at this point, because it seemed like Pinkie was hitting her limit. The walls of her tunnel tightened around him, so much so that he could barely even move. Were it a more firm surface pressing like this, he might have been in trouble, but the softness of the flesh instead provided for the warmest, wettest hug he could ever imagine.
And then the floodgates broke. To Spike, it felt like an absolute torrent, the sweetest-smelling tidal wave that could ever exist. As it washed over him, Spike was just barely able to react quickly enough to hold.his breath. Drowning in a sea of marecum would have made for an interesting story at the pearly gates, but he had no intentions of allowing that. He felt himself unceremoniously shaken from his swaddled position, and the next thing he knew, he was resting back in that land of balloons, absolutely soaked and gasping for air as the loud cries of Pinkie’s orgasm echoed through the room. The now-soaked garment clung to his back, his front pressed against the beautiful folds that had taken him inside not long ago. A sense of pride overtook the little drake. Even despite the size difference, he’d managed to get much more than just a simple moan out of his new marefriend.
“Haah…oh my gosh, Spike!” Pinkie uttered between breaths, basking in that lovely afterglow. “Were you…really all up in there? Oh, you’re the bestest!!” He was suddenly beset by her hand, snatching him up from her snatch and bringing him out into the light once more. Despite the fact that he was literally just inside of her, Pinkie seemed to have no problem with nuzzling him up to her cheek. Such was the whimsy of Pinkie Pie. Though he did notice that she wasn’t going in for a kiss.
“That was…intense,” Spike said, giving that huge cheek a kiss. “Heh…I’m glad I could make you this happy.”
“And I’m glad you were so willing to do this!” Pinkie bubbled. Then she glanced down, before taking hold of her panties and pulling them clean off. “Guess these are gonna have to go in the wash, huh?”
Even though he’d just been literally inside of her, seeing Pinkie completely nude was an experience that Spike went out of his way to view, glancing down to drink in that gorgeous sight.
“I might have to have a bath myself,” Spike said. “Not that I’m complaining about what we just did, because…wow.”
“Heehee…we might both need one,” Pinkie said with a wink. “Pretty sure we can both fit in there!”
“Yeah…for sure,” Spike agreed, giving Pinkie’s cheek another kiss as the two headed to the bathroom.
“Ouh, and then I’ve got another few errands to run!” Pinkie told him. “I’m pretty sure you won’t mind another ride in my bra, right? Or I could put you back down under if you like! Or one, then the other! Twilight doesn’t get home until tomorrow morning, after all! Pleeeenty of time for fun!”
Spike simply nuzzled at her cheek once more as his head spun with all of her ideas. With Pinkie as his new marefriend, Spike was pretty sure he was in for wild times ahead.
