~ II ~
Wanting to be Together
“That’s why I can’t choose one over the other!” Vanilla neared the end of his speech, every word, shouted, draining him of breath. Both muzzles towered before him. Chins resting on hooves pressed together. The royal sisters looked like fillies lying like that, on the ground, caught with childhood wonder at seeing a bug. “Both of you are perfect—just in different ways!”
Luna was first to turn her head. “What do you think, sister? Mere words?”
Celestia caught the playful tone and matched it. “I don’t know. Our little lover seems awfully sincere. Maybe we should believe his words on the value of his reasons?”
Vanilla knew the game they were playing. What stallion wouldn’t die to compliment everything that made these mares terrific? He stepped forward, pressing a hoof against his chest. Keeping a hold on his heartbeat reminded him to keep the words sincere.
“Looking at Luna... puts me at peace... she’s subtle about her beauty—but you’re a fool if you miss it.” He nodded. “Your complexion is soft, gentle, though with great energy behind it. You have so much playfulness beneath the surface.”
Her cheeks blushed.
“You’re wise in a way connecting more to the individual than the crowd, and because of that, you’re the best when it comes to one-on-one encounters.” Vanilla glanced away. “This is why none could ever hope to take your duty. Not when you can quell nightmares with wisdom that follow ponies into the waking day. If your beauty wasn’t enough to capture the heart—your character is enough to chain the heart to you.”
Luna’s smile spread beyond the corners of his vision. But its size was still felt. The warm floating forward the same. Even if he couldn’t comprehend it all, the feelings and sensations came the same. Effort and time to process it all were worthwhile.
“And you aren’t without your own brand of beauty, Celestia.” Vanilla turned his to the other gigantic muzzle present. One eye focused on him; the other hidden by billowing and ethereal mane. It was all he could handle. “Where Luna causes me to retreat further into myself... something about yourself draws me to go out more.”
“Oh?”
“There’s always this urge to do something good.” Vanilla shook his head and swiped a hoof through the air. Sometimes important things were worth proclaiming a declaration on. “Not because I want to impress you or anything like that. But because of everything you do. All that you are. I naturally... want to take care of you. To make you laugh or smile. Something that takes you away from the stress of your life for a bit.”
“Aren’t you sweet? You really do read into our letters, don’t you?”
“Hard to do all the above while I’m like this. But maybe I can still find a way to do some of those things.” His hoof pushed his mane back, finding it slicking with ease. Not the ideal look for a date. But everyone was beyond attempting ideals now. “Both of you inspire me into different things. There’s no way I could say one is better. Only... different.”
Both mares exhaled. Their breaths swept across the ground, sliding his hooves back and mane even more. Both of them giggled their tiniest effects had on them. Both of them were kids again, amused with this tiny boy. Cute and adorable.
“How about it, sister?” Luna began. “Do we believe him?”
“Hmm.” Celestia’s hoof slid from underneath her muzzle. It tapped against her cheek, eyes glancing upward—not without peeking down at him during milliseconds. “I think I believe that he believes. Certainly noble reasons for being interested in us. Notice how he didn’t say much about our bodies?”
“Such a gentlecolt! Though, for him, there would be more to take in, enjoy, and maybe explore—no?”
“Oh hush.”
Both blushing mares winked at the other before setting their gazes on him. Celestia spoke. “Let’s put it to the test. Maybe a game of sorts. He was willing to say and do so much for us. Perhaps returning the favour would put this matter to rest.”
“What are you proposing?”
“Notice how our little date hasn’t complained much of our breathing? Even ignoring it out of kindness... he would mention something by now.” Celestia snickered as her nostrils flared. Air blasted from them again. Vanilla shielded his face as winds struck—but nothing else. “Much less sneezing on him. No talking of that either. Rather too forgiving if you ask me.”
Luna inched her muzzle forward and smirked. “Perhaps our tiny lover enjoys more aspects of his situation than he lets on.” Her forehooves lurched forward from beneath the planes of her chest. Hovering in the air, they froze, then—BLAAMPOOOOF!
Vanilla shielded his eyes with the rising of his foreleg. Tremors quaked through the land beneath his hooves as dust and wind cut across like a current from the impact. Something was incrediabily sexy about a mare simply bringing down her hooves. The mere act able to shake the world. How something so usually normal could cause earthquakes if it so desired it.
“Lulu!” the other sister piqued—an eye still set on the tiny. “Are you sure this proper first-date etiquette?”
“We are still trying to figure out who Vanilla would prefer to date—are we not?” Luna pursed her lips and gently blew gales upon the poor boy. He slid back though fought forward against the wings. Warm airs tinged with a sweet scent of strawberries. “And our little one has yet to cry about our acts. See his adorable little blush? This is the sort of thing he rather enjoys beyond the danger component.”
Celestia blinked and took keen interest in him. “Is that so? Makes... sense.”
Luna grinned. “And it’s not enough, dear sister, to be ourselves.” Her pressed-hooves clattered against the ground, thumping spherically, shivering the floor. The stallion stood from hoof to hoof, fighting to gain balance. Each strike of her hoof forced him to endure the discharging of its energy—and to regain his balance. “Part of dating is what we can do for each other. Our date here enjoys the feelings and sensations of being close to giants. Making each others’ fantasies become reality is a quarter of a relationship.”
“So we must do things he would like!” Without warning Celestia came onto her forehooves, stomping each into the ground, slowly, the dull, monolithic sound ringing out. More tremors and gales of wing struck from the impacts. The sound was becoming deafening. “So dancing around on the spot like a filly is bound to make him like one of us?”
“It’s more than that, dear sister, it ‘s—do you catch that smell?” Luna’s muzzle tilted while sniffing the air. Each inhale put industrial vacuums to shame with its pitch, force, and suction. The sound natural and cloaked with subtle femininity. “The scent of cologne! It’s so minuscule as to not be detected. But who would...”
Her giant eyes flicked, from the side, onto him. The smirk boring across her face was sexily sinister that Vanilla wasn’t sure to be excited or afraid or something in-between. The mass of her muzzle lurched toward him—the softness of its front smacking into him.
Vanilla landed a foot back, on his rump, sitting up. Shaking his head, gazing forward was no longer an option. Not when the mare consumed every inch before him. Her lips, firm and plush and supple and right there. He fought himself from making an early decision.
In truth. He was too scared to move. Especially in looking up.
Luna’s nostrils hung above on the snout looming over him. They flared as their suction began. Nothing could be heard upon the snorting and near snoring screaming louder than thunder or winds. The personal influx of air scared the boy. His swept mane flew toward it, billowing in the air. Strands of his white fur raised as her sniffing drew him an inch across the floor.
His body fell into her chin—just as Luna stopped. “I do detect a smell about you. Taste too. Spicy cinnamon.” The wide lips clumped together in a tease to him, as if letting him see all he could have. “Certainly the interesting stallion. Did you enjoy getting smelled by me? Must be quite the experience.” Luna’s lips returned to their smile. “I would take smelling you over a flower, any day.”
“I’m sure the little guy had enough time with our breathing.” Princess Celesta suddenly rose. Something of her scale didn’t feel right arriving into the sky in the span of seconds. But she did. Even though watching greatness hurt his eyes and heart—Vanilla continued doing so. “Perhaps there is something else about our bodies for him to enjoy? If he enjoys the greatness of our simple happenings... why don’t we mix that with something still nice for him.”
Luna lifted her mighty muzzle to the standing giant, an eyebrow raised bu, in nodding, moved out of the way. The area left clear beyond the four pillars reaching to the sky of the connecting mare. They turned on the ground, each step thunderous, the crashing of a hoof summing the same effects of a storm.
What is she doing?
The answer lay in looking up.
Princess Celestia positioned her hindquarters over the area where the two had laid on their bellies. Totally sure of the room for the next move, the older sister glanced down at the tiny from the heavens. Sticking out her tongue from over her shoulder, the columns of her hindlegs buckled, compassing, bringing the mighty rear crashing into the ground.
Vanilla was repeatedly lifted off his hooves as the great mountain of white slammed into the ground. The impact of her flanks wobbled in progressive rises and slaps against the flooring. Every jostle quaking his world. Letting him know everything was caused by the mere settling of flanks against the ground.
After a few seconds, however, the masses still. Capturing the whole of the rump couldn’t be possible within his vision. Either he took one at a time, or, settled into the searching crevice between them. All options were equally appealing.
“It would appear our little friend is amused.” The voice came from above and, Vanilla knew, if he looked up—her muzzle would loom where the sun belonged. Equally as big and warm and grand as one. Only beautifier in her alabaster coat. But colour was hardly his fixation.
Celestia’s flanks. Creamy in their whiteness. The sleek coating to bountiful mountains compressing into themselves. Pressing and collecting onto the floor, spreading out and flattening, covering great areas with mere softness alone.
If he attempted it. Daring something so risky. Vanilla could approach the spread of her buttery mounds, hoisting over their thinnest portions, climbing upward. Even the ivory furs stood like ankle-high grass to him. The idea of lying back on her flanks like a field of ice-cream furs was enough to tease the poor boy a step forward.
“It seems that portion of me always does the trick.” From somewhere above, the great mare stuck out a tongue, amused and in love. “Though... that’s only another part of me for you to like, right? Just make sure you don’t like that part more than the rest. Okay?”
Within a few seconds, however, the goddess of white came and laid on her stomach, rocking the ground while she did so, forcing the floor to hold her great weight. Both of the titanic muzzles gazed at the speck. Expecting. Their turn of doing—over.
“Well? Our stallion?” Luna began.
“Which of the royal sisters do you like more?” Celestia ended.
Vanilla blinked. This was serious. Falling onto his rump, he debated his thoughts. Both mares were incredibly hot as they were beautiful. Both knew how to tickle his buttons. Blowing and being shaken around. Though Celestia using her rump to quake the floor and giving him something to look at was bonus points.
But there was no way either mare could be put on a scale.
Both were perfect in his eyes.
Only different.
“I... I can’t choose just one! There’s nothing I prefer in either one!” Vanilla threw out his arms to the sides, fully exposing himself, knowing that, in what he professed—utter sincerity was required. Making to giant mares mad wouldn’t bode well. And if he had already gone this far... might as well confess everything. “You both are really hot! Really great in who you are... and at this size where you’re both giants? There’s too much perfection to take in!”
Both giants smirked. They’d been expecting this all along. Only the towering snake of a white foreleg crashed into the ground, rumbling it, sliding across it, in a curve, around his frame. By the time the boy glanced over his shoulder, the slanted hoof was bound to him, sweeping out his legs as his back fell into the padding of plushness.
The sole of Celestia’s hoof was nice—even if hitting like a truck.
The hoof rocketed him up to their faces as both stood. Vanilla’s stomach churned at the sudden momentum pulling from within it. Twisting and turning and contracting. Quickly as it started, however, it ceased. Warm airs mixed with soft furs caressed his worn body.
“Open your eyes, little one.” He did so. Lying back on the field of white, both titanic muzzles hovered in the distance—just over him. They blocked most light. But to him... they were bright enough. “We knew of your depths since your every letter proved even deeper of it. Your love for both of us is genuine.”
Luna closed her eyes and smiled. “And sisters don’t mind sharing that which they love back.”
Both leaned into the hoof, not minding their lips were touching at the edged for, in their pursed shape crashed upon him. Vanilla was crushed by immense softness he did not mind. Both pairs of lips worked against him, softly, tasting and showering him in love. He attempted to kiss each one back—to the mutual vibrations of the giggles summoned behind each one.
Both lips pulled away, consuming the space above and around him, each satisfied—but one smirking. Celestia looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Her cheeks spanned a field of blush across them. Everything minuscule turned gigantic upon her. “You admired my rump a few moments ago, no? I recall you spending time on my sister’s... but you’ve only seen mine.”
Celestia turned in place as her foreleg crossed through the air, over the expanse of her back, that narrow lane of perfection, able to keep maybe a town on it. The hoof swooped into the rolling furs, and he watched them like one on an airplane—not far off in being one.
Until he reached the starting of her flanks.
The hoof turned. Grounding lost; falling gained. Vanilla fell a few feet until smacking into something soft, really soft, enough for him to sink into the welling of plushness. It aroused him. The firmness of the fuzzy flooring. The bouncy to it all, laced with bodily warmth, drew him to lie forward.
In truth, he’d been dropped near the starting curve of Celestia’s right flank. The topside of a bouncy hill. The suppleness curved downward feet after that, the vein over the edge a once in a lifetime experience. The tiny boy could risk approaching the thickest swell of the cheek.
But this was enough of a good thing to keep him content.
That. And the lands shivered, wobbling, the waves rising and dropping him on currents of plushness. The giant mare was getting off to having a tiny on her rear. The vibration smacked him, lightly, with tons of softness. Softness baked like a preheated oven.
“What are you waiting for?” Celestia spoke... not to him. “Your little date is lost again! Last seen on my lower back.” Vanilla had wondered what it would feel like, to keep this way as the mare walked. Feeling her body stomped through the giant world as his little frame came for the ride.
This, however, wasn’t a possibility he contemplated.
Across the sweeping landscape of white furs, over the curve to the side of the barrel... Luna’s muzzle phased upward into view. Feeling nearly like a predator for how she appeared out of the blue. Suddenly there. And apparently hungry.
The broad muzzle of blue shot forward. Its snout dug into the grass of furs and, keeping there for a second—sniffed. Every strand pulled toward the flared nostrils. Once the suction was out, however, the sweeping currents blasted form her exhale. The shuffling of furs brushed into his ears as the snout dug across the field.
And toward him.
The sound of sniffing grew into roars the closer it drew. He fell onto his back, allowing him to be propped on his elbows. There was no crawling backward. Nowhere to go there. He awaited his fate as the maw drew closer—until consuming the space before him.
Then it slid over him, against him, into him. Two lips pressed together, kissing him into the plushy grounding. He was caught before two lands of furs of different colours and varying softness. But he loved both, equally, and dearly.