> A Tiny Spike Vs. Giant Kinky Challenges
>  by B_25
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> Prologue
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Tiny Spike and Giant Discord
B_25


When I finally came to, it was without any idea to where I was, or how I even got here. Lying at my back, something bright shined into my eyes----intense enough to nearly blind me. 

"What the.... hngh." I shook my head against... soft, pillaring fibers of carpet? Letting my head fall to the right, a field of trim yellow fur awaited me. "The heck is this?"

I flipped over on my stomach, pushing my claws against the strangely soft surface. Rising to my feet, I stumbled in place, all while a breeze blew past me. 

"Nnngh! Oh, boy." My claw draped over my face, blocking the intense lights and sights. "How much did I have to drink last night?"

"Enough to be owing me quite the hefty debt, you know." That voice. I knew it. Charming. It was distant. But loud enough to be all around. "But now isn't this a treat? I'm used to holding you up when it comes to matters and strifes of life."

"Discord? That you?" I let the claw drop from my face, which swung to my side. "Alright, so what's the prank this time? And who gave you a speaker capable of blowing out Canterlot Castle?"

"If you had an issue with the pitch of my voice, you could have just said something, my little dragon." Dismayed chuckles rang out from all around. "And you label me the prankster? After last night? Maybe it would do you some good to at least look up at me."

I suppressed a groan in response to all that. Discord had become the closest thing I had to a brother these last few years, but when it came to weird bullshit, he easily topped Twilight in most cases.

But still, I glanced up----and immediately wished I hadn't. My eyes blinked. My stomach went light. I took a few feet back, feeling them sink into the flesh beneath the fur.

Suddenly, it all made sense why everything was so soft and plush. 

"D-Discord! What the hay!" The grand scale of everything was almost impossible to describe. High, far up above, the monolithic face of my friend hovered, gazing down at the speck in his claw. "Did you do something to me last night?"

"Quite the proper observation!" Discord's long face was impossible to see all of. At this size, the specks of dust and other particles caught to the ends of the furs on his cheek. "Though it's rather hard to hear the squeaks of your voice. I'd put on a hearing aid, but they aren't exactly 'hip' at the moment."

Far. To my right, I heard mountains move, and tornados blow. His other hand rose to the air, and with a snap of his talons, a bright white light consumed everything. 

I covered my eyes with a wrist, and once the flash settled, I dropped my arm. My shoulders also fell at the sight before me. 

At the center of the giant paw, a miniature, wooden stage took up the place. Another Discord stood at the podium, wearing a suit and a top hat, clearing out his throat. 

"Oh? So this is what my paw looks like up close." The clone then gazed up to the massive face of Discord gazing down at us. "And that's what my face looks like far away. Proably best we keep it that way."

"You know," the giant's voice boomed back, "even though you're tiny, your words can still hurt."

"Not as much as we're going to hurt the kid."

"Fair."

I shook my head. What the heck were they even going on about! Taking a step forward, I pointed a claw up at the clone. "You wanna finish up talking about me so you can actually talk to me? Like, I don't know, maybe telling me why I'm tiny!"

"Looks like someone's a little feisty because of their hangover." The Discord on the stage crossed his arms. "Alright, then. Here's what happened from the dragon's own mouth!"

With a snap of his talons and a spinning twirl of his body, a cloud of white blanketed the area and, when it disappeared, another version of me stood on the stage. 

"Hey, D-Discord! Do you... hic... know what would be great?" The other Spike held up a mug brimming with a golden liquid. "That instead of buying more drinks, y-you know, you just get more out of the one you have."

The giant from above and beyond boomed his voice onto the landscape of the paw once more. "And how just how do you plan on doing that, oh brother of mine?"

Discord could be a dick sometimes. 

"I, um, o-oh! What if, like, you made the drink bigger! Wait. That wouldn't work." Drunk Spike shook his head. "I know! If I'm r-really tiny, then I could hop in the mug, and all that beer would be like an ocean."

The giant Discord game a loud hum. "So you want me to make you tiny, then? Sounds fun for you. But this is the first time you've hung out with me in months!"

I crossed my arms at the words, turning my head away slightly. Guilt pricked at my heart. It... it wasn't my fault! I'd been forced to help Twilight more recently. It wasn't my fault that I wanted to spend what time I had left lazing about my bedroom. 

"C'mon! Be a bro, and do it!"  The drunk Spike placed the mug on the podium. Clasping his claws together, he rose them in prayer up in the air. "I'll promise to play some of those dumb games you like to do. Pretty please?"

The giant figure above stroked his goatee, which was lush and longer than any vines from any tree. "I'll have you know that my games are not dumb!" He then huffed. "But alright. If it's your desire to be tiny, then you will be playing my games tiny."

"All right!"  Drunk Spike cheered. "You've got yourself a deal."

With a snap of the dragon's talons, he switched back into a clone of Disord. "And here we've found ourselves in the present! Only, there was one more clause I forgot to remind you of."

I groaned. "And which one is that?" 

The grin of the beast stretched on for miles above, almost like a smile being drawn across the surface of a moon. His lips were brown, soft, but firm; its height dwarfing me more than just twice. 

"That you will play each of my games until you win." Suddenly, the ground shook and vibrated. I stumbled in place, gazing over to my right. The structure of something was moving over there. "And if you lose? Well, you'll have to endure a special kind of game over."

Was Discord being for real? I knew him to be a jokester, but it wasn't often he drew his jokes out for real. But the way he was gazing me, how his massive, serpent tongue sometimes flicked across his lips. 

He wasn't looking at me like some friend. 

He was looking at me like some treat. 

"And if you lose too often?" To the right of me, the long, rising structure continued to blur high up into the air. Then it slowed, and then it turned, and then I was gazing at the underside Discord's hoof. "You will be stuck at this size forever." His eyes narrowed in sinister delight. "And you will spend the rest of your life as my foot slave."

Discord... really wasn't kidding?

"How humiliating it would be for a dragon to be rendered nothing more but a purple speck underneath my foot." Discord cackled in sinister delight. "Crammed between my toes, all my yuck and muck lathering over your body. Wouldn't you love to find out what happens when I wiggle my toes?"

I tried to fight his words. To close my eyes and not let them penetrate my scales. All of this was utterly humiliating! Being but a speck on my friend's paw, where he summoned up a stage just to talk to me?

All of this was crazy. Everything was so utterly massive. And I was so overwhelmingly tiny. But, despite everything against me, my claws still curled into fists. 

"Is that the way you wanna play it, big guy?" I beat a claw against my chest, not to the Discord standing on the stage, but to the mountain of chaos that we both were perched on. "Then fine! Bring on your games. I'll wipe the floor with you in each one."

"Ah! And here I thought you wouldn't even try to struggle." The large foot then sunk behind and below the paw, though when it smacked against the ground, its reverberation vibrated the ground around me once more. "But there is one thing about the games you should know." 

I chuckled. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Discord smiled. "I won't be your only opponent."

My claws unfurled after hearing those words.
> Game I - Fun Times on Celestia's Behind (Third Person)
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~  Game I ~

Fun Times on Celestia's Backside (Third Person)


With a snap of the large talons, like the sound of two mountains scratching together, a white flash consumed the world. The whiteness faded only seconds later. Slowly, the world crept back into the dragon's view—along with wind rushing up over his body.  

“W-What in the hay!?” Spike flailed his limbs about while he fell, unable to keep himself from stumbling. He tried flapping his wings only to feel his shoulders roll in response. “My wings... they're not working!”

He glanced over his shoulder to see the two appendages missing. “Discord took my wings away? Are you kidding me!”  

But there wasn't any sense in worrying about that! The wool wind brushed over his scales while a massive expanse of violet loomed below. Though the sight was blurry, once Spike was able to narrow his eyes, he could see the view more clearly then he would have desired. 

Discord wasn't messing around. He really is going to keep me tiny! Spike thought while shaking his arms, seeing his minuscule shadow appear across the sheets of the bed. That's a bed... and it's bigger than any stadium I've ever been in!

Only a few seconds later, and with his arms crossed over his body, the Spike collided against the sheets of the bed. His fall sunk slightly into the mattress, the bed swallowing away his momentum until there was none left to give. 

BOING!

The indention of the bed welled up at once, launching the tiny dragon into the air, sending him forward. He crashed against the bed, no longer heavy enough to indent the fabric as he rolled forward across it. His rolling only stopped a few feet later, with him falling onto his stomach. 

Dropped me from the sky onto the softest bed I've ever felt. Spike's muzzle continued to lie straight on the sheet, his eyes glancing around. Miles before him, a series of pillows stood against the rest like a set of plush white walls. It doesn't feel like Discord wants to hurt me, but he IS trying to send me for a shock.

But was more of a shock to the dragon were the contents of the room. While she slowly pushed himself up on the bed, he took a moment to let his eyes glance around, seeing four towering pillars at every corner of the bed. 

In the distance, a table was set against the wall, a mirror bigger than any ocean he saw. The sides were littered with photos. A massive chair stood before it, each of its legs like a pillar of a castle, taking hours for him to climb now. 

But the problem is... whose room did he drop me in?

The answer to that question came in the form of the loud squeaking from over his shoulder. He turned around slowly, forced to gaze across at the distant, blurry, and titanic door that loomed afar that was slowly being pressed open.  

And when the door did open, and the two giants came tumbling in, Spike could hardly believe the sight before him. 

“How long has it been, dear, since us two immortal were allowed to have some fun?” Spike took a few steps back while the massive white girl towering over the floor in front of him did the same. A paw and talon were wrapped around her waist, with the former reaching down to the light-blue panty-clad bottom. “It's been a while since you've invited some chaos into your life.”

The paw reached over to the bottom of her left cheek, pinching at the corner of the blue panties, and slowly tugging them up. Spike stopped walking at the begging slope of the cheek being exposed, the underside of her ass stoking the flames inside his belly.

“I'd have you around a lot more.” One of the long white arms dropped from the sky, coming to behind the panties as well. The digits of the fingers came down over the paw, pressing it into the plushness of her cheek. “But your stunts tend to get pretty crazy now, don't they?”

Discord laughed as he squeezed at her ass. “Aren't you dying to find out.”

Their lips came close and then pressed together. Back on the bed, the dragon stood with his jaw open. Did that really  happen? Discord was impressive, that was well known, but scoring it with one of the sexiest princesses around? 

That was a new level altogether. 

But Spike had an even harder time putting everything together. Staring at the two giants standing before the bed, each of their steps rumbled the ground, tickling his feet. His eyes watched how Celestia's firm backside jiggled ever so slightly with the sways of her supple hips. 

Fuck she was sexy! Princess Celestia was the hottest girl Spike had ever know. She currently wore a loose white dress shirt, all the top buttons undone, allowing her cleavage, barely contained by a thin black bra, pushed out into the open. 

Celestia wasn't wearing pants. What had they been doing before for her to lose them? Spike was afraid even to let his mind to wander to such a place. But a place where his eyes did wonder was to her backside. Her ass was made of the two, round, thick cheeks, perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. 

The blue panties that clung to her ass were being pulled further up, revealing more of the underside of her cheeks. They looked soft, plush, like something a tiny dragon could sink into without the girl even noticing of his actions. 

But noticing was something that would be happening anyway. 

“You said you had something special waiting for me back in the bedroom.” Princess Celestia gazed around the room, her long, prismatic hair billowing over her left eye. “But as far as I can see, there doesn't seem to be a gift here for me.” She wiggled the finger of her free hand. “You weren't just trying to get me back into bed, were you?”

“Me? Of course not! Why, your gift is actually on the bed!” Discord took his paw off from Celestia's ass as he then walked to the bed. His towering figured lurched over the tiny dragon at once, spotting the speck of purple against the sea of violet at once. “And wouldn't you know it? He looks rather excited for us to begin our first game!”

Spike only looked up to see the pillar-like talons hovering over his head like a crane over a brick. He turned to run, only for the talons to pinch over his neck, yanking the poor dragon into the air. He raised the dragon until he was set to rest before Discord's eyes. “Relax, pal! I ensured that your... first game could be something for all to enjoy!”

Spike wasn't enjoying himself as his legs dangled over the thousands of feet to the ground below him. “Do I even want to know what the challenge is?” 

“It's going to be helping this lucky girl feel, oh, I don't know, more powerful with her already powerful backside!” Footsteps echoed to the side of the dragon, and when he looked, Celestia's giant face pressed entered Spike's view—the two curious giants gazing at him. 

“Spike?” Celestia said. “You're the other that Discord roped into his little scheme.”

“It would appear so.”

Her eyebrows rose like branches on a tree being pushed up by the wind. “That's splendid!” But Spike struggled to not gaze down at the sight now below his feet—the opening of Celestia's shirt, where her white, round breasts filled out in the air, her cleavage looking warm and snug. “Your scales should make you resilient to most of what we have planned!”

Spike swallowed. “And what the heck do you mean by that?”

But Princess Celestia only answered him with a smile, clocking his gaze at least once to her colossal chest. Raising her arms, Celestia crossed them underneath her breasts, pushing up on their underside. In response, her bountiful whiteness spilled up and forward, the soft flesh nearly threatening to swallow up the tiny dragon as one small treat. 

“Why are you teasing him with the wrong crack, my dear? It isn't your top that you're having seconds thoughts about.” Princess Celestia rolled her eyes at her lover's words but nodded her head anyway. Moments later, the giant took to the bed, her long frame coming down onto the mattress—it was something meant for her size, but seeing something giant take up something titanic blew Spike's mind just a tiny bit. 

But, while she sat down, her fingers pressed against the buttons of their shirt, each the size of a plastic utility hole, until reaching the final hole. Then, sliding her shirt off her body, the article collected on the floor. 

Woah! A-Am I seriously watching the princess getting undressed right now? Spike shook his head as best as he could, watching as the titanic white goddess body slowly crashed into the softness of her bed. The roundness of her breasts came crashing against the fabric, coming to spill outward from the pressure. Though something... tells me it's only going to get crazier from here. 

	And Spike was proven right the moment when the giant holding him began for the bed. He watched as the white landscape of Celestia's back grew bigger the closer he drew. He was being lowered to her lower back, the white furs that covered across ber massive frame becoming defined to his eyes. 

“And this, my tiny friend, will be the starting place for your challenge!” The talons slipped from around Spike's neck, causing him to tumble onto the softness of Celestia's lower back. “Hopefully, you’ll enjoy the sight!”

Spike had no clue what to infer from those words other than fear. Strawberries. The scent of strawberries wafted up from the giant’s very skin. It tickled his snout with its sheer density. 

But what overwhelmed him more was the sight. The sight! Spike stood at the base to the largest, roundest, softest and whitest mountains he’d ever seen! The thin blue panties blanked the massive ass, though, at the back of the waistband, it rose enough from the body to give a peek to what laid inside: the dusky blackness of the crack of Celesta’s ass. 

An aching sensation pulsated from the dragon’s crotch. No! It couldn’t be! Spike covered the area with his claws, but they weren’t large enough to hide his growing erection. 

And the more he peered into the vastness inside the back of Celestia’s panties, the more of a losing fight it became. Her supple cheeks were defined against the fabric, looking so tight and snug, with the dragon wanting to be stuck between the two. 

“Do you like what you see, Spike? I’ve always noticed your glances at my rump, but the expression you have now is, well, entirely new.” The voice boomed from over his shoulder. He glanced back to check it out, seeing over the expanse of her back… to the monolithic face that gazed down at him from afar. “Tell me, is it your desire to let lost in my panties? To pinned against one of my cheeks by the soft silkiness of my panties?”

Not knowing it to be a trick, or an honest request, Spike held off from neither shaking or nodding his head. Rather, he felt the white ground shake when the giant laughed, and watched as her hand flew over his head. 

He turned about around to see the tree size fingers slipped into the back of her panties, tugging the waistband up by an inch----the perfect height for him to walk on inside. 

“Wouldn’t you love to be stuck down there? Pinned by my cheek or trapped by the crack of my ass?” The fingers moved left and right, causing the cheeks beneath to squish in the direction the panties tugged, an act that little dragon took a step toward. “I could walk through those halls, and all the guards that look at me, that also stare at my but… will have no clue I have a little dragon stuck inside!”

Spike felt entranced by the cavern inside Celestia’s panties. And he knew she was watching. Staring at the little dragon tickling down her back, starting to disappear inside the tend of her panties which her fingers held open for him. 

But just as she was about to entrap him, something else appeared, a talon, the gripped the waistband and then pulled it off the cheeks. They were tugged back, but once the panties slipped off, the two white mountains jiggled back into place, rippling into stillness. 

Spike’s jaw dropped at the sight. He wanted nothing more to get lost in that ass! To be played with there, humping his cock into the pillows of her butt, losing himself to utter pleasure.

Screw whatever could happen next! He’d die a happy death if it was inside Celestia’s backside. 

“It seems like you’ve caught onto the nature of the game rather quickly, my friend.” Spike craned his neck back to see the other towering form of Discord crawling onto the bed, coming to sit on his knees from between Celestia’s legs. “I can’t have Celestia winning you over so quickly, now can I? But if it’s of any help, your next challenge will be against the Sun’s Goddess’s butt.”

“Oh, my!” The white field shook left and right, causing Spike to stumble in place, while the vibrations of the body beneath him tickled his feet. “Isn’t this going to be fun? To win this, Spike, all you have to do is make it across my ass in under five minutes.”

When the shaking stopped, and Spike found balance in his legs again, he quickly arched an eyebrow in response to it all. Make it across a giant ass in five minutes? Where was the challenge in that!

But in thinking that, it was hard for Spike to breathe at the moment. Behind him, the women he was stared at him, and in front of him, his best friend was about to watch him scale a girl’s ass. Being tiny and under their gazes made the air harder to breathe----especially when Celestia’s scent was everywhere. 

Just beyond the canyon of the cheeks, Discord’s long face hovered behind them, so utterly massive that the sight of him blurred. He grinned from above Celestia's butt like a devil above the gates of hell. 

“But you better move quick!” Discord laughed as his face pulled away. “Because your timer starts now, and Celestia’s backside is bigger and longer than you may think.”

Laughter sounded from behind Spike. “You better mean that as a compliment!”

“You won’t care either way once this little fella is tickling your butt.”

Spike blocked out their conversation the moment he was on the clock. What was the best way to scale a massive ass? If he went straight into her crack, her cheeks would press into him, stretching up far above his head. 

It would be a fight to make it to the other side. 

But if he climbed one of her cheeks? Spike glanced to the base of her left flank, admiring the soft accession of her roundness. Getting to the top of her slope would be tough----but after that? 

It would be easy walking across a massive butt cheek from there. 

Spike found himself at the start cleft of her left cheek, feeling the softness of the skin give way to the plushness of her cheek. When he first approached the base, the whiteness towered upward like a round sandcastle the size of a house. 

And, to be honest, the dragon let himself fall into her cheek when he arrived. He sunk into it like a beanbag. The soft, white flesh welled up around him, flattening around and against his body, covering him more the further he sunk.

What are you doing, Spike? Getting off to her is what she wants you to do! If you stay here, then you may end up staying here for good!

Spike lifted his face from the plushness, gazing up to the top of the cheek. And… that’s a bad thing. For some reason. I think?

He tried not to overthink while he made his trek, mindful of the eyes watching him ascend the white butt. With every raise of a claw and foot, it evoked a moan from his throat, the marshmallow texture of the fat behind pressing into his minuscule cock, sometimes pinning it to his belly, which then the flesh would rise and rub against it there. 

But Spike kept in control of himself. Even as he reached the top of her slope, pushing himself onto his feet once he had done so, he didn’t even grab at his cock, letting it bob with his every step. 

“Oh my? Have you made it to the top of my butt? It looks like you’re more clever than you let on, Spike!”  His feet sunk further into the cheek than he was expecting, making it harder for him across the expanse of her tush. “You still have four minutes left. But be careful! I heard that assquakes are common this time of year.”

What in the heck did she mean by that? Once more, Spike tried to fight his thoughts, knowing he would find no sense and only a waste of time within them.

But walking across Celestia's behind was far different to what Spike was expecting. His feet sunk into her tush by nearly a foot, the fur that coated them tickled his feet, while the plushness swallowed him up, and the muscle underneath was the only thing that pushed him back up. 

If he wasn’t careful. If Spike somehow fell forward, he did not doubt that he would sink a foot or two into her tush. Trying to scramble and climb out of that would be like someone drowning thrashing widely in an attempt to break to the surface of water.

But a worse problem, a promise of a threat, soon waked and quaked around the dragon. The cheeks that were once still, ready for him to sink across, now softly swayed left and right, causing his stomach to clench while he too shifted with their direction. 

“What’s h-happening?” Spike glanced around him to see the massive face of Celestia smiling down at him. And then it made sense. The shuffling sound was coming from the sheets below. 

Princess Celestia was rolling left and right, causing her cheeks to sway in the same direction, which made Spike stumble in place. She was teasing him! Watching how much further could she roll before knocking him over----perhaps off her very body!

But that wasn’t the case. Her eyes were hungry, and her breath was husky. This whole time, the giant women wanted the tiny dragon caught by her ass, and anything other than that happening was unlikely. 

And as it turned out, was precisely was going to happen. 

Princess Celestia kept rolling her hips, laughing at the struggles of the dragon struggling to stand straight on her slopping cheeks. Then, being cheeky, she threw herself to the right, causing him to step toward the side of her cheeks----only for her to roll left!

Spike couldn’t maintain his balance after that. The ground shifted upward as he fell downward. His scales brushed against the ends of her furs belonging to her right cheek, watching the side of her left rushing up to greet him. 

At once, when his body smacked into her flank, he sunk into it at once. He groaned and moaned at his erection being pinned across his belly while he sunk even more into the white plushness.

Afar, a series of moans rung out from the giant girl from Spike's tiny actions, as well as a burst of laughter from the other in the beyond. 

Of COURSE Princess Celestia would think to jiggle her ass! It’d be the perfect way to knock me down! Ugh. Why did I fall for that?

But that wasn’t the end to Spike’s falling. By the time Celestia set her hips straight against the bed again, the small dragon had rolled into the crevice of her heavy bottom. He sunk only slightly into her crack----not enough to become closed in by the sides of her cheeks. 

Looking down his body, he watched the crack of her ass go on for another mile. Even worse was the massive face that loomed beyond his face. Spike watched the chest of the giant discord shift into the air, all while the rest of his body arched over Spike’s imprisonment. 

“It seems like you’ve gotten yourself in quite the pickle, Spike!” A giant paw and talon fell from the sky, each crashing onto each cheek. Having two monstrous things on either side of him caused Spike to shudder. “You should have gone through her crack, Spike. Because now you only have three minutes left!”

Spike wasn’t sure what to say or do, only to scream when, at once, the paw and talon pulled back on each of the cheeks, causing the crack he was stuck in to suddenly opening up! The crack devoured him at once, the dimness swaling him up while he fell back, the fall lasting a few seconds. 

The dragon smacked and rolled at the bottom of the valley, glad that the scent of strawberries was still faint on his snout. Rolling for a second, he then blinked his eyes, looking up and right into his demise. 

The giant face of his friend hovered just above the top of the cheeks. He was being watched from the bottom of a girl’s crack, unable to say or do anything, while the white, plush walls on either side of him slowly came pressing back together. 

“Would you look at that? My little buddy stuck at the bottom of a princess’s crack.” Discord chuckled while his talon and paw slowly pulled away, the cheeks closing in and over the minuscule dragon. “Now is where the real games begin! And wouldn’t you know it? My other buddy wants to play as well.”

Other buddy? He can’t mean…

But there wasn’t any time to think! The squishy walls rippled on either side of him, first pressing against his waist, then his side, then consume his body as the white valley then closed. 

“I… I can’t believe it!” the voice of Celestia reverberated through the walls of her flanks. “I have a little wiggly dragon stuck in my butt! Doesn’t he know we can do things like these?”

Spike wasn’t sure what to expect, that was, until the walls on either side suddenly pressed harder into him. He was reduced to being on his belly while the cheeks rippled above him, jiggling him into submission. 

Still, he crawled. It was mostly dark, except for the light that peered into the valley he was stuck. The cheeks were tight enough to hold him in the air, the bottom of the crack a foot below. He swam through the jiggling flesh the best he could, pushing a claw forward, holding the two cheeks back however much he could, and then crawling into the space created.

“Two minutes! And you know, I haven’t had much fun with this ass tonight.” Spike heard the claps and felt the jiggles of Celestia's cheeks. He already knew what was happening. Discord was gripping the sides of her butt! “Let’s change that, shall we?”

At once, the dragon felt the cheeks press their hardest against him, catching him in a pocket in the middle of them. Their soft flesh flattened against his body, layer after layer piling on, her cool softness rubbing against his hot hardness.

What was worse… was that Spike couldn’t do a thing about his own pleasure! His arms were tucked and pinned to his sides, so he couldn’t even stroke himself even if he wanted to! All while the giant beast beyond played with the ass he was stuck inside, pushing the cheeks left and right, bringing tiny Spike along for the ride. 

“And where’s a slap when you need one?”

Wait… no!

But it was too late! The smack that sounded from through the right cheek caused the set to jiggle from the impact, smushing Spike across the pushed, vibrated him and his erection incessantly. 

When the waves of ass finally did cease, the stuffiness of the air started to go away. For whatever reason, the crack was opening again, and high above, Discord's face greeted the small dragon. 

“It would appear I took you for quite the ride! But that wasn’t very fair of me, now, was it?” His giant lips curled in a smile. “It looks like the bottom of her crack is hard enough for you to walk across. You still have a minute left. Now would be the time to make a run for it.”

This spurred Spike onto his feet with whatever adrenaline still coursed through his veins. He took off into a weak run, digging tickles into the skin beneath him, and his heart sank when the giant he on shifted and giggled. Even little, he could still draw a response from something so monolithic. 

And not only that, the slope of the cheeks were starting to descend on either side of him. He’d made it near the end of the giant ass, and it would be a matter of moments when he came out from the depths of Celestia’s crack. 

But then the air became suddenly older. The lights from above became snuffed out by something gigantic. What was happening? The small dragon craned his head back only to wish he had not. 

Above, a giant cock, much like his own, hovered above him. It went on for miles, stretching further than the crack he was inside. Beyond it, Discord smiled, before bringing his shaft down. 

“No! Wait! Please don’t do it!” Spike held his claws out to the descending member like it would do anything. The weight of the shaft crashed on him at once, the length and girth of the dick slipping into the crack of Celestia’s ass----who squeed. 

“Are you pinning Spike into my crack with your dick? But that’s so naughty!” Celestia kicked her legs in the air to help expel her excitement. “I can feel your cock slipping in perfectly down there, but underneath it, I can feel the tiniest tickle!”

Discord laughed. “Isn’t it a shame?” He leaned over the expanse of the white back, placing more pressure in his cock from the movement, which only pressed harder into Spike. “He was so close from exiting that lovely behind of yours… and now, the last second is up!”

Spike gulped while he laid on his back, trapped, unable to move an inch. The massive red and burning member pressed against his body, which didn’t even cover an inch of Discord’s erection. 

“But! I do suppose that Spike’s game over will come with some of his desire coming true!” The power voice beath through the dick pinning Spike. How could Discord slap his massive cock on top of him, pinning his own tiny junk against his belly? “But I do think it’s time that we finally enjoyed ourselves. Don’t you agree, lover girl?

The squeal of the women was enough to confirm his words. 

In a single second, Spike hated the world, his friends, and most of all, himself. Even with his claws planted on the underside of the cock, not even all of his dragon strength could lift the member by even an inch----and what would be an inch to Spike. 

And things only grew worse when the member started moving forward and back, the talon and paw holding the two titanic cheeks together, which rubbed and caressed the massive dick’s sides. 

Poor Spike was caught underneath it all, feeling the smooth surface of the colossal dick roll over his small frame, beating, caressing, and rubbing his only tiny cock like a pebble grinding against a mountain. 

Was this how things were going to be for the poor dragon? Forced to endure his best friend sliding his giant cock, up and down, the mile-long crack of a huge ass? For his back to be back by the marshmallow texture of Celestia’s cheek, and to be pressed down into it by Discord’s total hardness?

“How does it feel to be rocked underneath my dick, dragon?” Discord kept flicking his hips, sliding his cock through that bountiful buttcrack, enjoying the tickles and struggles appearing closer and closer to the head of his member. “Caught between a woman and a guy, pleasuring them both! Haven’t you just become the most useful toy. And your use is coming up!’

Spike was beaten, mentally and physically, having lost the game, his pride, and utter shame beating into him in the form of being stuck to his best friend’s dick. 

Even when the cock rose out from the crack, the sweat of the ass and the pre from the dick left Spike stuck to the underside of the member. The unrelenting pressure released, though the humiliation intensified seconds later. 

Discord sat slight back on the bed, bringing a talon to the head of his cock. Holding it up and back, he exposed the underside of it; the purple speck was spike stuck to it by thick pre and thin sweat. 

Celestia lifted her head from the other side of the bed, gazing across her back, smiling at the tiny dragon stuck to another guy’s cock. It was so cute and humiliating. It made her feel so powerful, them so utterly gigantic. 

She’d always felt big in her life, but now? Seeing the tiny dragon there, in the center of their messes, unable to do a thing about it? Ruling a nature was one thing, but having a small dragon for a sexy toy burned her pussy with anticipation. 

“Why don’t you just look so cute there!” Celestia rolled in place, jiggling her cheeks, readying herself for what came next. “But I promise you’ll look even cuter with where you’re going to end up next!”

Spike shook his head. The world felt like it was upside down. Everything around him blurred in a fashion of different colors. His entire body was plastered to a smooth wall of skin and, when tilting back his head, he saw the monumental tip of Discord’s fat cock oozing with another drizzle of pre. 

And then Spike gulped, nearly coughing when he did so, tasting some of his friend’s spicey seed on his tongue. Glancing back over at the princess, he saw the ass he’d admired so much being gripped by a talon and tall, spreading them apart, slightly, enough to reveal the winking, clean pucker of Celestia ass. 

Spike’s world arched after that. Not wanting to, but without any choice otherwise, he wrapped his arms and legs around the giant cock’s girth, covering only a centimeter of skin.

His own dick pressed against his belly, and despite everything, he gave a few humps against the giant member----anything to still the aching bursting in his own. 

But then Discord sat up on his knees, hovered his body over that of the giant women, and brought his cock to the middle of her two white, mountainous cheeks. His tip brushed against her pucker, which opened upon contact, sealing itself around his head. 

There's no way Discord's actually going to go through with this! Those were the fears of the dragon as he clutched around the massive cock, his arms not each reaching an inch across the never-ending girth. Below him, the white fuzzed asshole unsealed again, sucking in more of the dick's head. H-He really is! Discord is going to fuck Celestia in the ass with me stuck to his cock. 

And then, just like that, the time for thinking, for fearing, for dreading or whining came to a close. The massive beast of a guy slowly slid his member into the girl's ass, groaning at the agonizingly slow speed it took for him to enter—but out of the corner of his eye, he watched the purple speck beat its little claws against his dick. 

Even though he saw it through a squint, he couldn't feel the impact on his member at all. The most sensitive part of him couldn't feel one of the sharpest tools a dragon possessed. Wasn't that grand? “I wouldn't try to fight it, Spike. If you become, for lack of a better word, dislodged... well, I'm not sure we'd even feel you fall. Much less get lost while we're having fun.”

And then, with a wink of his eye, a glow surrounded Discord's ear. “S-So, what am I supposed to do? Holding onto your dick like my life depended on it.”

Discord chuckled before ceasing the hearing spell. “That's certainly not a bad idea. Oh! If only I could feel it.”

Another laugh, this time annoyed, came from Celestia. “Are you quite done messing around? In case you haven't noticed, I'm still waiting to feel a tiny dragon squirming around my ass!”

Meanwhile, near the head of Discord's massive delight, the tiny dragon watched as the gaping hole slid closer. It kept winking, opening and shutting like it sensed him. Waiting. Wanting to devour him like the treat that he was. 

Spike had always wanted to get close to Princess's Celestia's thick behind, to be hugged on either side by the massive softness of each of her cheeks. Being pinned against him, even by the tightness of silky underwear, would have been a dream come true—with no offense to Luna. 

But now? Spike closed his eyes and held his breath as the anus came for him. Like a massive sphere, it flexed open, allowing the cock to slide in with ease—the tiny dragon along with it. His eyes opened a second too soon. The whiteness of her blur, nearing as blinding as looking at bright now, transitioned at once to the darkness and dimness of the interior of Celestia's butt.

It's... really happening! I'm going inside the ass of a girl while stuck to the cock of a friend! But Spike didn't have much time to consider his fate, which was embodied in the thick member that pre had glued him too. It slid slowly into the tunnel, the fleshy walls undulated around it, its pulsation in rhythm with the distant, soft pounding of Celestia's heart. And if they're willing to stick me in here, then the threat of them fucking is for real. 

Spike should have been upset by that, wanting to scream, beat his claws into the fatty skin of his friend's dick. To fall, if he could become unstuck from the spicy scent and stickiness of pre coating his scales, to the living floor beneath—kicking, scratching, biting—whatever to exact revenge on being stuffed and stuck inside a heavy bottom. 

But he wasn't! There wasn't any sense behind it at all! Instead of being mad, of being upset, of making a scene, he was finding himself taking in the sight and scene while he still could. In a moment, the slow cock would go from zero to a hundred, gliding to flying, moving to pumping Celestia's tight ass. 

So why not take a moment to glance around? To admire, despite common sense, the cleanness of the tunnel, the particular scent that wasn't foul, but rather, was a thick musky smell that screamed the idea of Celestia's lust into his mind. 

And not only that, but the cock of his friend. It was hard to see, thanks to the only light coming from the rim at the entrance of the tunnel, which let in streaks of light that shone around the cock. Letting his head to fall back and down, the red skin tapered the further it went on, sharpening into the head of Discord's dick. 

It plunged even deeper into the murky depths—enough for the round walls to suddenly clench at once, tightening around the pink cock, slowing it into stillness. Everything was silent. Silent, except for the heartbeats, the distant, labored breaths, and the laughter that came echoed around him, muffled by the prison of the butt he was inside. 

“I... nnhgnnn... d-don't you're in deep enough?” The voice of Celestia echoed all around him, seeming both distant and close, hearing both version of her voice from inside and out. It was strange, being inside the ass of a woman, to have her be all around Spike, that, had she not known he was in here, to be privy of every word she dared to utter. “Our toy won't be climbing out of there anytime soon. No matter how talented his claws may be.” 

Spike, despite the absurdity of it all, squinted. How does she know how talented my claws are?

“How right you are my dear! Apologies! I was enjoying myself for a moment there.” Every time Discord spoke, the pitch of his voice vibrated through the skin of his cock, which bobbed in response, buzzing against Spike and his erection. He held onto it tighter, feeling the fires billowing beneath the hunk of meat. “Lying down on your front like that. You knew the tiny dragon would just go tumbling deeper into you, didn't you?”

“Aw! Don't be so be teasing right now.” The cock then slammed down against the flesh, rubbing up and down, the walls clenching against it. Spike, despite his grip, was rubbed off the dick. “You know I've wanted to try something like this for a long time. Oh, the very idea! It's so naughty that... mmhmmh! I just can't get enough of it!”

Spike gulped as being rubbed off the dick, the protrusion of the walls, circular in nature, finally having knocked him off. He fell for a moment, watching the underside of the pink dick blur above him. Then something smacked into him. The base of the tunnel caught him and, though it was in an indication, he could still stand on his feet with a clenched stomach to keep him upright.  

Upright. Tall. Proud. 

All while. 

Giant. Cock. Incoming. 

Spike gave a yelp at the sight. The head of Discord's cock held the constricting walls apart, though its massive tip pointed at the small dragon. For a second, it was like the two were staring each other down. And then, without warning, the cock pushed forward. 

“N-No!” Spike screamed as he turned and ran. But there wasn't any point. Not when something hard and fast blew into his back, beating the breath out of his lungs. It picked him up, and Spike rolled across the very tip of the massive dick—getting caught near Discord's cock hole. 

And he had no choice but to hold on tightly to it. 

If that would even help him survive the trip anyway.

Outside the tight tunnel, where the cock pressed the walls apart, pumping in and out, tormenting the tiny dragon all the while, Discord had set himself over Celestia. He let his chest collide against her back, resting against her gently. His crotch rested on the cheeks of her ass, which rubbed against the sides of his cock when he left and entered her hold. 

Discord wanted to make sure there was no escape for his little friend. That, should he somehow climb out from that hold, that he would be utterly squashed by their two gigantic bodies. But better than that, with how fat his cock was, and how it never left Celestia's ass, it seemed like there wasn't enough space for an inch tall dragon to even dream of finding the tiniest crack that would lead to his escape.

“You know, dear, with all this... nnmhmm... teasing, I'm rather close to finishing.” Since he was lying over her body, there wasn't an inch of space repeating his cock from her ass. With this, he sent a paw to grope at her left breast, and a talon to slip into her white pussy. 

And he fucked, kneaded, and pumped simultaneously. 

“Then do it in my ass! You're already pumping your cock into my ass with the tiny dragon forced along with the ride... and I don't want him leaving there anytime soon!” Even though Discord didn't have to move to thrust his cock inside of her asshole, she still flicked her hips up when she could, clenching hard on his girth whenever he pulled back. “If my butt doesn't claim that dragon off you first, then you better shoot him in there deep, got it?” 

“That, my dear, I can do easily.” Discord was already breaking a sweat as he entered the finishing act. His hips flicked their fasted and his cock pumped in and out of her ass at blurring speeds. Even without the spell, he could hear the screams and cries of the fly stuck within the ample derriere—knowing that another was riding his monstrous cock was enough to make the Discord blow. “I... oh, n-ngh y-yes!”

With the final pump of his cock, the killing, hurting, aching sensation blew away to a torrent of undulated pleasure. He shoved his cock all the way inside of Celestia's ass, as much as of him as she could take, and erupted with a shower of white cum.  

At the same time, the princess clenched her ass as tight as she could, suffocating the cock with both cheeks and her walls. On the other side, her pussy was being blasted with the talented talons. That, and knowing that a dragon was caught inside of her rump of all things blue her into an easy orgasm. 

“FUCK ME! FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE HOLE WITH THAT TINY LITTLE DRAGON! LET HIM DROWN IN YOUR SEED AND SWIM INSIDE MY ASS!” Celestia rocked her hips, impaling her pussy whenever she came down, and stuffing her ass more of fat cock and tiny dragon goodness when she rose. “SPIKE IS NEVER COMING OUT OF THERE SO LONG AS HE LIVES! HE CAN LISTEN TO THE CLAP OF MY CHEEKS AND THE SWAY OF MY HIPS WITHOUT BEING NEAR EITHER!”

And inside the depths of her ass? The tiny dragon had given up any notion of pride. He was able to hug most of Discord's very tip, and because of that, hugged his hardness against himself. Knowing these two giants were using his as a little toy made his cock harder than it had ever been in his life. Stuffing his cock into Discord's hole, he pumped his cock inside of it, while the even bigger cock pumped quicker and deeper into the butthole he was trapped inside.

He blew his load seconds before the massive cock entered its deepest into the tunnel. The sudden go and stop flung the tiny dragon off from the tip, throwing him onto the pit, rolling to a stop only a foot away.

Spike laid on the shifting ground for a moment, trying to gather his barring, all while muffled screams echoed around him. Suddenly, he became scared. The cock faster than Dash stopped. And, looking at it, he saw it flick, throb twice, and then come still. 

Ah... crud.

There wasn't even time for the tiny dragon to cover his face, that was, when the tip of the massive pink cock blew load after load of male cum over his body. It was hot and gooey, sticking to his body, catching him in the musky scent belonging to another male. 

In a way, it was the ultimate form of dominance. 

Thankfully, after only three loads of non-stop cum, the cock that filled the chamber slowed. Then, just as slowly, it pulled back, impressing against the circular walls while it did so. 	It was leaving Celestia's ass... and leaving him inside. 

This... ugh... isn't good! Spike turned and splashed into the puddle of cum, his scales absolutely drenched in the stuff. He rose into a stumble, feeling the thickness of the liquid catching and rippling beneath his feet. It doesn't matter how s-sore my body is right now. If I don't hitch a ride on his cock, or slipping through her asshole while it's still open... then I'll be stuck in Celestia's butt until she lets me out!

So even though every muscle in his body ached, having been beaten into by a cock the size of a spire on Canterlot castle, Spike jogged down the tunnel, weighed down by the drying jizz, chasing after the retreating, blurry head ahead. 

So close! I... I can make it!

But things wouldn't turn out like how the small dragon was hoping. He watched the massive dick slipped out from the round mouth of the cave. Though, for whatever reason, the cave kept open. Suddenly, the ground rumbled, and Spike grumbled, feeling the tunnel slowly rise, becoming straight while it did so. 

W-What the heck is going on? An earthquake? But then remembered he wasn't in the ordinary world anymore. He was inside the world that Celestia's body, no, that her ass created for him. She must be moving around! Just like that, getting up can rock my whole world? 

Thankfully for the poor dragon, it didn't last for long and, once more, everything became still. He'd tumbled and been thrown around her walls, bouncing against them, struggling to catch his footing once more.  

But when he did come to stand straight at the entrance of Celestia's back cave, he did so, feeling watched. Looking to her left, a massive round eye, one big enough to swim in, peered through the hole and at him. 

“I see the problem, miss! You have a tiny dragon infestation in your bum.” Discord's eyes blinked once, and it was like the sky cutting in half for only a second. “Shall I terminate it for you?”

“Aw! But I couldn't do that for such a creature!” From outside the open hole, a white hand came over, the six slender fingers settling on the cheek to the right, kneading the perfect flesh. “Can you really blame something so small for admiring an ass as big as mine? Why, if the little critter loves my butt so much, then why not give him what he desires?”

Spike only started to shake his head. The massive eye fell away, only to reveal an even bigger smile beneath. The lips then came close, blowing cold air into the tunnel, the gust beating him a few feet back. “There we are! He's at no risk for falling, and how drenched he looked in my fun, I doubt he'll be moving all that much.” 

What the heck is he planning? 

That questioned was answered when a massive talon slapped both of the white mountains outside. They jiggled at once, ripples coursing across the perfect surface. The vibration was enough to knock Spike even further into the tunnel. 

“Oh? Would you look at that?” Celestia's voice echoed around him once more, and since she was standing, it was what he heard from inside her that came out the clearest. “I've wasted too much time having fun. Court is in a few minutes.” 

Discord's talon then lowered beneath the hole. “Then allow me to help you get dressed, my dear.”

“Wait, please!” But there no use. “Don't leave me inside Celestia's ass!”

Discord only pulled up the panties, letting the fabric snap into her crack. The hole closed at once, leaving Spike in darkness, his eyes being the only source of shine in the tunnel. Seconds later, he was jostled around, all while Celestia put on her remaining clothes. 

Outside of the ass, panties, and pants, Discord watched with Celestia with amusement. She was leaning over her make-up table, sticking out her ass far more than what was needed to obtain the angle, and there was even a slightly sway it—ensuring the tiny passenger inside of there was moving around. 

“I do get him back in a week,” Discord said, grinning. “You know that, right?”

Princess Celestia smiled to herself in the mirror. Standing up proper, she started walking to the door, but not without glancing to her lover. “Oh, I know. But for now?” She gave a shake to her ass, letting it drop up and down, much to the torment of the one trapped inside. “I have to sit on the throne for hours, and I need someone to play with.”

She then left the room, laughing. 

“A princess is still a girl.” The door squeaked to a close behind her. “And a girl has to have her fun!”
> Game II - The Phantom Toe (First-Person)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


~ Game II ~

The Phantoms Toe (First-Person)


“Not looking so hot there, champ.” The voice blared from somewhere above me, over me, its reverberation consuming every inch of my minuscule frame. Pressing a clenched fist against the surface of rigidness—a sot yellow fur coating it—I struggled to lift myself up. “But don't beat yourself up! It's not often a batter hits the ball on the first swing... don't you agree?”

Ack. There wasn't any point in fighting if the battle's hopeless. My weight shifted to the left, my side slamming into the ground while I rolled onto my back, my head against the ground, gaze forced to take in the sprawling expanse of the distant face of Discord.

“Not too many balls being thrown in Princess Celestia's ass.” I rolled my head both ways sideways, feeling my neck crack. Cool air caressed my scales, cleared my snout, rendering a hope of life to my sense of smell. “I'm just lucky she was clean about the whole deal.”

Discord smirked. “It must have been rather fun to get to witness her ass from afar, that is, before getting shoved back inside of it.”

“There... were good times and not such good times.” I shook my head after that, feeling the end of my respite drawing near. “For having to play the loser for a while, I suppose it could have gone worse. Certainly got off a few times.”

Discord's monolithic eyes glowed like suns in the hazy distance. “She let you recline in the back of her panties some days?”

“Let's just say, every Sunday, I get to pick the light-blue pair she'll be wearing.” I finally sat up on the paw, reclining upward. The conversation was drawing close to an end. The anxious proximity of the next game tingled beneath my scales. “Though what cheek I'll be pressed against is up to her... and maybe Luna, if their talk goes around.”

Discord's face narrowed at once. The pillars of his digits rose and curled in the air like rolling waves of a great sea, tightening and darkening the space within, a world-threatening to crush itself into me. “It would appear my temporary toy is already offering himself out to others. Don't you dislike this pathetic size?”

“Not going to lie and say it didn't kinda suck at first.” I rolled my head around in the air, cracking all the kinks developed from being in a rather tight, shifting tunnel for who knows how many hours or days. “But keeping inside the butt of a princess, swayed about by the subtle strides of her hips—knowing, just outside, she had slipped a hand into the back of her panties, kneading those firm white cheeks of the absolute perfect slope.”

“Seems like you're adjusting to our games far quicker than I had anticipated.” Discord lowered his paw, the digits pulling away in the great distance around me, revealing more of his palm, exposing it. “While I'm glad you're enjoying your current state of dragon made sex toy—failure of these games was meant to be punishment and not pleasure.”

“It wasn't pleasuring at first.” I then shot my right arm to the left, holding it there with my other arm, stretching it, feeling the muscles beneath the scales becoming lax. “Still humiliating and scary to be shrunk this small and stuffed inside the supple backside of the princess. But I'm also learning how to roll with the punches a bit more, you know?”

“Which is why while you'll both love and hate the next game I have in store for you!” Sinister chuckles rained from above over the field of palm I sat on. Shivers quaked the ground, trembles turning into rumbles. “Your friends will be there to see your new size. But don't you worry! They won't, ah-hem, be all there.”

I shifted my back left and right, finally, the last tension of my body fading. “And let me guess—you'll be there too?”

Discord swayed his mighty muzzle in the distance, his lips stretching for miles afar into a smirk I didn't recognize. “Unfortunately, I have other matters that are needing of my attendance. But don't you worry! There will be another like me to stand in for my involvement.”

I blinked, slowly, more than twice. “And what's the game this time?”

Discord raised his talon to the air, pressing two of his digits together while gazing down at me all the while, that smirk on his lips slowly becoming a grin. There was even a glint to his eyes, a glow turned burning ball of light consuming utter satisfaction for fuel.

“Why don't I allow my stand-in to explain the rules to you, this time?”





The blinding light had taken me again. By the time the back of my claw shielded my eyes from the explosion of brilliant white light, a turning in my stomach had stolen me through passages of reality and space, a transportation and transformation done in under a millisecond.

“I don't even see it happening.” I suppressed the urge to throw up while the weight of my claw fell away from my face, the blinking of my eyes slowly returning life to my vision. “Yet I can feel every effect of it.” I groaned, in a prolonged kind of way, because I was allowed to act like a baby from time to time. “Where the heck am I, anyway?”

I rose to my feet but stumbled in place, grabbing at my forehead to repress the stabbing pulsation beneath my skull. What the hell happened to me? The last transition was nothing like this. At every second, I had to repress the urge to vomit.

“Yo, Discord!” I leaned back and yelled the name into the air, my eyes finally adjusting to whatever the world was around me. An expanse of smooth yellow sprawled forever ever into the distance—capped by five, distant, hazy and blurry digits. “Think you could ease it with the snap of the talons next time?”

I stumbled forward, feeling a weight on my back, something tight draped over my body. “Like I get the appeal of being flashy and all that—but we both know that's bravado. You can just, like, slowly bring me to where we need to go. There's isn't a need to show off.”

I reached a claw to back of my neck to scratch it—only to feel the hilt of something else there. “What the heck?” My claw gripped around the girth of the thing, cool metal pressing into my palm. Defence. Strength. Deterrent. “Is that what I think it is?”

My claw pushed upward, the scratching of metal sharpening into the air, a blade becoming lose into the air. Bringing the freed-sword forward, I held its length before my face, gazing into my reflection upon it. “Huh. Royal Guard issued.” I twirled it to the other side, seeing the base of the blade etched with Celestia's cutie mark. “Nothing fancy; nothing cheap.”

Then, from above and around, a voice from nowhere, after a soft clearing of a throat, spoke everywhere. “Well, well, well! It looks like your booty-call ended up leaving you a gift after all.”

At once, I sheathed the sword back into its place, twirling around on the strange ground looking for the source of the voice. Without a doubt, I was still small, maybe smaller than usual, set in a strange place.

But where?”

“Serving Princess Celestia's ass has its benefits,” I shouted back into the air as if that would help my cause. Despite my size, I really needed to learn how to speak normally despite it all. “Besides staying in it, of course. Just a shame I couldn't have stayed with her longer.”

“Easy there, Romero.” That voice. Cheeky to the point of sinister. Each word bloated with contained chaos. I blinked. Could it be? No. It was too light, too sweet, too smooth in a feminine way. “Try focusing on the lady you came here with. Unless you'd like me to end this game early.”

“That so?” I twirled in place, feeling the tail-ends of my coat fly through the air as well. Taking a moment to glance down, I saw a dense, red leather coat spanning from my shoulder to fall just before the back of my ankles—boots on my feet, tangerine pants covering my legs, and a shirt missing underneath it all. “Whoa! Someone's got me dressing stylishly.”

“As it would be required for the second game.” That voice sounded like Discord, but changed in an attractive way—the kind that felt like a trap that prevents one feeling too strongly about. “But if you would like, I don't mind you taking off all those tiny clothes and doing away with that sword.”

I laughed. “No dice on that. If someone went through the effort to dress me up so nicely, then it's just plain rude to dress down so easily.” Then, without being told, I started to walk across the land of smooth yellow skin—those five objects in the distance my only clue to anything. “But before we go on our date, lady, how about you introduce yourself first?”

A fake whimpered quaked from above, the ground rumbling against my feet, though my stomach fought against to retain balance, walking forward with a shallow dignity. Keep control here, Spike. The moment you think you're weak, that becomes the case, and everyone around you will abuse it.

“You don't know me! Yet my brother hooked us up!” The clicking of teeth cracked the air with bolts of lightning, a goddess of thunder hidden in that enormous world beyond my own. “Are you really going to walk around on a lady like that without even knowing how she is? So forward of you!”

My walking slowed before the ground tapered off into five different directions, the round slope of slenderness striking my mind with utter familiarity. Those... things. They were so giant, so massive, so close to the tip of my tongue. Things I'd seen before, without a doubt, but never quite like this.

Or maybe never at this size.

“It would seem you've made it far enough that my knees would no longer block your sight of my face.” That voice stopped me in my tracks as I knew now was the moment a choice was going to have to be made. Try to not act until all the options are laid bare. Twilight's words. I'm not sure how good they are in practice. “Turn around, my dashing little hero, to be issued your next game!”

And so I did as I was told. Turning around in the spot, my feet were tempted to stumble back even more from the sight, the scale of the girl was on, the starting roundness that went seemed to span around the size of the world—before shooting up into space itself.

No matter how many blinks of my eyes there were, nothing could help to record, to comprehend what my gaze saw as they travelled up, and up, upward and high, past the knee the size of a country—spanning into the size of not a planet, but planets, so high and so far above me.

The sprawling body of a draconequus, only this time, it was a lady.

“My name is Eris, little one.” Her face loomed in the stratospheres above, milky white hair falling over her right eye—a fang poking out cutely from between the expanse of her supple lips. Beyond cute, very cheeky, and totally in control of me. “And it's on my foot your second game will begin.”

I stood in amazement of the colossus. She sat in some throne of red leather, a white cup held with her green talons, one leg crossed over the other. A quick glance down at the smooth skin confirmed my suspicion. I was on her foot, and not only that, it was a proper foot as well.

And those five digits I had seen in the distance? Those were things I had seen before—but only on my friends. They were toes. Clean and soft and smooth. Nails trimmed with a surface near glossy with how clean they were. Not only was I on her foot, but I was close to her toes.

“You're not even going to reach for your sword to attack me? Giving up hope so easily.” Eris shook her mighty ahead far away, the sway of which could destroy galaxies with its subtle, crushing force. “It's no fun if you win... and it's also no fun if you lose. Well, lose without struggling, that is.”

My shoulders dropped. “So what? The sword was to give me enough hope to not give up right away?”

“Pfft! If it were up to me, you wouldn't have had the sword to begin with.” Eris set the cup of tea on the arm of her chair—coming to cross her arms soon thereafter. “That's a gift from your girlfriend. I can't say to be happy to see it on your back. Even after Discord promised me a date with you.”

My head fell to the left, feeling my eyes narrow a bit too closely, but the confusion behind them justified the act. “We're supposed to be on a date? I don't even cover an inch of you! And... how did you say you knew Discord again?”

Eris rolled her eyes. “We're brother and sister, of course! Duuuuuh!”

Now my forehead narrowed as well. A quick way to retaining wrinkles for later. A bad habit I couldn't ever seem to break. “...for real?”

“Of course not! You think deities like us had something akin to parents to begin with?” Eris shook her head again, and even I had to admit, the sway of her white hair was like clumps of clean snow I wanted to get lost inside. Maybe. “We both come from different dimensions. In one of them, we happened to meet. We nearly the same but different in every day. So we decided to become siblings!”

I clenched my left eye in thought. “I guess that works.”

I knew it wasn't smart to go after a topic like this. Discord was my bro, so getting to know side bits about him, the stuff he wouldn't normally reveal always tended to be a hobby of mine. Even though we'd since fallen out a while ago, I still cared for the guy, and I guess this was his way of reminding me of what he was about.

And getting a little payback all the while.

“And now you're going to play my little game! It's my courting way, how I see if a guy is worth it, and that just worked splendidly with Discord's way of punishing you for being such a bad friend.”

I stepped back, pressed my claws into my hips, then leaned to the side. “Did he actually say that aloud or are you making that up to mess with me.”

“Let's say he got more enjoyment out of stuffing you in another girl's butt than he should have—mmhmmm, having the idea of you being snuggled between my own fuzzy cheeks also sounds like a good time.” Eris then shook her head against, that glinting fang digging itself into her upper lip. “Not know! You've already been punished by buns. Now it's time for you to get close to some feet.”

I let my shoulders drop. “So that's the date? You want to play a game?”

“Dating is playing a game anyway.” Eris smiled.” I just like to play mine in a more literal sense. Consider yourself lucky that I can't mess with you like I would with the others. You still have to be well enough to play other games even if you lose during this.”

I sighed. “And here I thought you were worried about my safety.”

“Only as far as it will bring me pleasure.”

If there was one thing that I had to give Eris, it was that at least she was honest. Almost like a cheeky girl turning into a grown-up, but not quite losing that rebellious, petty spirit just yet. For whatever reason, my heart was strangely attracted to something like that.

My heart was always getting me into strange, absurd, and bad places, after all.

“Alright, then.” I stepped forward while my coat lifted behind me, a feeling of a badass tingly beneath my scales—though I knew none of it was going to last for very long. “You're here to put me through a game. You might as well tell me the rules so we can get this show on the road.”

“A show happening on my foot, ooooh, how I'm going to enjoy all those little tickles.” Eris dragged her serpent tongue across the miles of her lips like it was smashing across the glass of towering buildings while the plushness of her lips impressed from the weight and pressure of the beast. “Only for you, I've made my feet normal for this game. You'll notice I have five toes.”

I smiled. “I'm happy you also know how to count.”

“Keep that up, dragon boy, and I'll count how many times I can wiggle you between my toes.”

Something about that statement struck me more than it should have. Glancing back over my shoulder, I couldn't help but see the mass of the toes behind me, plump and bigger than mountains, soft and covered in a layer of smoothness, a cleanness to them that I almost swore they could shine if the lighting was right.

To be caught between them. Held prisoner between two toes while they rubbed up and down, a mass of softness digging me deeper into the webbing in-between, stealing me away from the world beyond. Their salty taste beating onto my tongue, their softness smothering my body, their plumpness giving me a surface to sink into.

And all while knowing this girl was doing it all, like a pebble caught between her toes, playing with my whole life, body and character like I was nothing but a toy—an odd amusement to be had. This was something that I desired, that I needed, creating a tightness in my pants that flamed a blush against my cheeks.

“What's the matter, dragon boy? Do you like something like that?” Eris leaned forward from her great seat like a mountain shifting forward from the earth. Such movements shouldn't have been possible. How could something so giant move so quickly, so easily, so much done in so little? “Caught in my foot like a good luck charm? Tell me, little one, does that please you at all?”

What was this girl saying? More and more, I stepped back, knowing that it didn’t make much difference in the grand scheme of things. All it did was display my weakness. The one thing I was trying to show to this giant girl that she didn’t have over me. 

“What’s this? Are you backing closer to my foot? So it is true, after all!” The giant girl put her talon and paw together, holding them so tightly together, a pose so sweet but with a smile sinister/ “You want to be caught by my big bad foot, don’t you? You being held in-between my toes as I go about my day. How does all of that sound to you?”

What the heck could I do? For the first time since these games began, I was actually thankful to be tiny if only so my tiny erection couldn’t be seen. Or maybe it already had been, and Eris decided to keep that knowledge useful for later. In either case, her constant teasing continued. 

“Oh yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you? TO be stuffed down the sock of a cute girl like be, nestled between my toes, pressed against them by the cotton of my sock.”

I found my feet back treading into her big toe, feeling the smooth surface become slightly coarse beneath my own feet. Her big toe was plump, round… almost begging to be licked.

I had to fight myself. To defeat the urge to fall to the ground, wrap my body around its curving slope the best I could, the welling of her toe pressing into my body. Unlike Celestia, who was a softness and fur, Eris was a different case, skin instead of fur, smoothness instead of softness, saltiness instead of sweetness.

To have my body pressing into something hard, harder than my scales, something like a wiggly toe dominating my body. Celestia, why was it such a turn on? To cling to a girl’s big toe while she wiggled it up and down, toying with me, playing with me, while I humped at the spot like a dog against its owner’s leg.

Something was seriously wrong with me. Maybe that was the reason Discord and I were such good friends.

“It looks like you’ve been teased enough, little one.” Eris leaned back in her chair, but not without even her massive face fixated on the little games being played upon her foot. “It’s about time the real fun has begun! As I’m sure you know, your friends will be joining us on our little date.”

my chest and my heart dropped at once. “You mean they’re going to get to see me at this tiny size? Like Rainbow Dash doesn’t already have enough to tease me with.”

“Don’t you worry about that busty beauty.” Eris grinned at me, lifting her other leg over the one I was on, sitting with more power in stature than my mind could comprehend the extent of “Or, at least, not yet Whatever ever future games Discord has you play are between you and him. Right now. This is my game.”

She snapped her talons, a swirling shadow manifesting between her digits. After a few seconds, the ball of darkness imploded into itself, shooting outward in five different directions in strange tendrils. 

“What are you about to face aren’t quite your friends, but rather, phantoms of them. Eris leaned forward was her shadow dominated my tiny stature. “And don’t you worry, little one, I did my research before constructing my shadowy dolls. They’ll act like your friends, think like your friends, and even express some things your friends a bit too scared to say.”

I shook my head at that as I finally took a step forward. “What the heck do you mean by that?”

Eris grinned. “Everyone plays games, Spike. Sometimes others play them more overt. Others try their tricks in a more subtle way. It’s the ultimate way to defeat boredom, really.”

I threw my arm out to the sides, giving a huff that I hoped seemed the littlest bit masculine. “So Discord shrunk me down and put me in Celestia’s ass because he was bored.”

Eris leaned back in her seat and threw her head to the side, the white snowfall of her hair swaying in the same direction. “That’s half of it, twerp.” Her eyes glared down at me with the glowing might of two suns going supernova. And you would do best to not talk about other girl’s butts while on a date with me. Continue this, and I may end up stuffing you between my cheeks or down my sock. Win or lose. Understand?”

I nodded my head like a good little boy. “yes, ma'am.”

“Good boy.” Eris exhaled softly, which was still like the universe giving a sigh to my ears. “Ponies play games all the time, not only because they are bored, but because they want to test the waters. They want to know how much they can get away with. What others are feeling through little quips. That Rainbow dash? She teases you only to see how much closer her words can be about you.”

I pondered her words for a moment. Despite how fucked all of this was, there was something about this girl that made sense. We all did play games, more or less, to see what was possible in the context of others. Subtle games take longer. 

But overt ones like these... were all these game more than just some bet?

“Each of those friends of yours has been letting something dark fester underneath the surface.” Eris fell fully back into her seat, letting her arms rest on the majestic armrests. “Now’s your chance to discover how deep some of your friends' desires go. And I’ve even sweetened the deal for you.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “They’re going to do all the lewd things they’ve wanted to do to me all this time. Made better now because I’m tiny and under their control.”

“Close! Seeing how you get it on with your giant friends is going to be enjoyable to watch.” Her paw slipped down her belly, in-between her thighs, resting in a place, not even my greatest dreams and imagination would do justice to. The size and scale and sweetness of the pussy on this girl. Celestia, how much of her character would it have? “That’s where I’m going to be getting most of my delight during this game. But no. You’ve already gotten delighted of being with Celestia’s ass.”

I squinted my eyes. “Hey! I thought you said talking about Celestia’s snowy butt was off-limits.”

“I can still refer to it.” Eris grinned. “The one who makes the rules is also able to break them for her own sake. Because I know the reasons why they should be broken. You don’t.”

“Right! And what would those reasons be?”

“That I won’t get stepped on if I’m forced to refer to it.”

“...good point.”

“But if you get that way with one of the girls standing on my toes, then I won’t mind” Eris cleared her throat. “The rule of the game is this: you must defeat the five shadowy girls standing on each of my toes. They are the deepest darkest desire each of your friends has about you.”

My gaze dropped to my feet at that. Was she for real? The girls and I, well, we’d grown more distant as the years went by, as I grew taller and older, as everyone found their own separate paths to walk. 

But it always felt like there was something underneath the surface when we all met. How some of the girls would brush against me more often, touching me, laying their hands on my wrists. 

I was never one to make assumptions. Especially when all six of them were so perfect, so much greater than me and, of course, so out of my league. Especially when I wasn’t even the size of their toes at this size. 

But could it still be true? I curled my claws while the thought, the hope, and the despair ravaged at my heart. Shaking my head, I knew I wouldn’t get the answers by standing around. Five girls had to be met.

Even f they were only phantoms of their formers selves. Maybe that's the reason I would be able to see what they actually were, what they actually wanted to be and, far more important to me in such a selfish sense, what it was they all truly felt to me.

The things they wanted to do, that their phantoms now could, that their real lips were unable to say.





It was strange walking across the bridge of Eris’s toe, knowing that every shiver beneath the surface was her body’s subconscious reaction to something little tickling across it.

I tried walking tall. My back facing the goddesses that watched my journey across her body like some pseudo-hero. Every second in my spent was trying to ignore her presence.

But that was hard to do when she was everywhere. 

It didn’t take me long to feel the ground of her toe start to curve downward, the plump toe diving into the round nail that would serve as a battlefield. Or a mock one, anyway. Still couldn’t get over the fact I was tiny enough that a nail could become a stadium.

But, hey, at least I was getting used to my surroundings. 

“Oh! Look who finally decided to show up!” I had hardly finished my slide down to the polished surface of the nail before a thundering step cracked into my ear. I kneeled in place, gathering my bearings. “Always late whenever I need you. Just what kind of assistant are you?”

Wait. It couldn’t be. 

I raised my head to a sight that nearly made me lower it again. The towering figure of Twilight stood at the center of the nail, still just as small to the massive scale of Eris, but still a giant in comparison to me.

“T-Twilight? You’re the friend that Eris was talking about?” Even when I rose to my feet, I barely came above the mass of her big toe. I leaned back, craning my neck just the same, to gaze up at Twilight's face.

Only to also get a peek underneath her skirt. 

I was scared. I was amazed. I was far too dazed to reply anyway. It was often that Twilight dressed in a skirt and the tightest, whitest panties hugging her bottom underneath. The dense fabric of either silk or cotton that hugged her curves far tighter than they had to, giving way to their luscious shape.

Why was Twilight dressing like a schoolgirl? I had no idea, but at the time, I wasn’t fighting it all that much. Instead, my gaze focused down again out f shame, a hot red blush stealing way at my cheeks.

Another thing that struck me right away, upon looking forward was how she wasn’t wearing any shoes. Rather, socks as white as her undies clung to her feet, barely any room in-between, allowing me to wonder how dim it was inside of them.

“What’s this? Are you staring at my feet you perverted dragon?” One of Twilight’s foot swung behind the other, more of the bottom of her skirt becoming revealed. High up, in a dim shadow, the brightness of her panties was forced to hug her crotch even harder. “You know that’s a worthy punishment for you. Always there when you’re wanted but never there when you’re needed.”

I shook my head at that. This wasn’t Twilight. This was her darkest fears and desires. It was my job to beat them for both the game and for herself. Keep focused, Spike, and stop focusing on her feet and panties. 

“What are you talking about, Twilight? I always try to be there for you!” I stepped toward her foot, that sprawling thing, something I could easily clamber onto and lie back upon. “Just think about how close we’ve been throughout the years.”

“I don’t mean like that, you big dummy!” With seconds, the colossal foot rose into the air, casting a thick shadow over me as it hovered in the air. I was able to see its underside, the smooth stretching of clean white fabric that accentuated the perfection inside of it. “That’s when I wanted you there. You’re always close whenever something’s wrong, or Princess Celestia has a big assignment for me!”

I shook my head and tried taking a step back. My foot caught on something, and I slipped, landing on my ass, as the foot overhead drew ever closer to me. 

It was such a strange sight. Feeling the weight of her shadow over my body. How her foot raised over me, able to crush and smother me, casting me underneath if it came crashing down. How her raised leg traced up into underneath her skirt, raised by the arch of her leg, revealing more of those tight white panties in the light. How her body towered fr above that, the cute purple face narrowed in anger. Not outright hatred, but rather, something inward causing her to get so eaten.

“If I was always there, then why are you s mad for?”

“It’s because of all those nights you weren’t with me when I needed you!” And then, without warning her foot slammed down onto me, stepping my body with the fabric of her sock, the softness of her foot, it pressing all over my frame with miles and miles of the foot to be spared. “When I was alone in my bedroom, wanting to punish my naughty assistant. You never came in to play my sexy games. Only you would I have played them with.”

“T-Twilight! Ack! It’s kinda hard to talk when you have me trapped underneath your foot.” The fabric kept pushing against my face, beating into my cheek, the shifting of the foot on top of me causing the fabric to roll like waves. I struggled against it to not much avail. “I… didn’t even know you saw me that way! You’ve kissed me on the cheek and done some harmless flirting. But you’ve never said you wanted to be a sexy boss punishing her bad assistant before.”

“Grrr! Girls don’t outright say that, Spike!” Her foot pressed harder into me, the balls of her feet rolling left and then right, dragging me along with them “I gave you little cues, and you responded to them just the same. But you never made the first move! All those days you made me wait… even the feeling of crushing you underneath my foot isn’t enough to make me feel better.”

I tried to fight her. To struggled against her foot as she rolled it over me. But the more I fought, the more that I lost, knowing something so tiny couldn’t take on something so massive.

Plus, fighting girls was never my jam.

“You think that twerp kept you waiting? Puh-lease. That casual flirt strung me along for months.” I stopped struggling against the underside of the foot, everything dim and the space tight, but even here, I could feel and hear the happenings of the outside world. “After he started going to bars and the gym, we started hittin’ it up more often.”

I knew that crack in the voice. Rainbow Dash? Her phantom was here too? “But even though I gave that boy all the clues that a girl was into him, he still kept everything at the same pace. Dude finally grew up, but is still just a kid beneath the scales.”

“I’m the one that gets to punish him first, Rainbow Dash.”  The underside of the foot finally rolled off of me, light flashing into my eyes as the gigantic foot swayed away to the side of me. I was left on my back, panting, as I was forced to take in the two giants standing over me. “R-Rainbow Dash? You were into me as well.”

Rainbow Dash stood next to Twilight, and unlike the former, she was dressed in her running gear. A grey tank top that struggled to contain her hefty breasts while her prismatic mane fell over both of her shoulders. Her eyes glowed a dim violet. Booty shorts could hardly keep her cheeks tucked together. 

But there was also another thing about Rainbow Dash different from Twilight, one that made me gulp at the sight of it. Her feet were bare, blue fuzz running over her foot with only the hint of soft skin underneath it all. 

“Course I liked you, Spike.” Rainbow Dash crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to well upward from the sudden pressure being applied against them. “You spent most of your life around us. YOu’re one of the few guys I trust myself to be around. You're one of the few good guys left. Maybe even the only good dragon around.”

She shook her head while closing her eyes. “That is if you weren’t so dense about everything.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of all this. How could these perfect girls feel this way about me? Even when I was this size, they were still annoyed with me, wanting to oy with my like it would bring them what they originally wanted.

“Now you’re going to do me a favour real quick, Spike.’ Rainbow Dash lifted her blue foot from the ground, making i quake as it lifted into the air. She hovered it over me, the smooth underside wrinkling slightly as she wiggled her plump toes in the air. “I’ve spent the whole day running to try and get you out of my mind. These feet have seen and been through a lot. Still probably a little sweaty too.”

Once more, the shadow of a foot hovered over me. I wasn’t ashamed to say that my mouth watered at having such a sexy girl hover her sexy foot over my body. Wiggling her toes like it was a threat instead of being enticing. Oh, how I wanted to be crushed underneath her foot, the expanse of is bottom covering me for miles, a playground, from which, I couldn’t escape from 

“Here ya go, Spike! Have a heaping of Rainbow Dash's massive foot!” The foot came crashing down on me, smothering me with its smooth skin tasting of salt. “How does it feel to be crushed underneath my foot? Do you like it when I move it around?”

“Ack!” The increasing pressure into my frame pushed me around the ground, the smooth surface of the nail allowed me to move around, swept in circles as the pressure continued. The bottom of her foot wiggled, ripples of skin coursing through it, manipulating my body with something with her foot. “It's... uh... nnngh...”

“Aw! What's the matter, Spike? Can't take on my big sweaty foot? Just being tiny isn't a good reason to give up, ya know!” I swore I could sense her grinning as the back of her foot raised into the air, pressing the balls of her feet even more into my chest. “The dragon that I know, that I like, doesn't give up because everything is hopeless.”

I placed my claws against the balls of her foot, feeling my palms fill with the soft and slightly hard skin. They twitched in response but didn't quite fight back—at least not yet. “Sorry to say... there's two of you.”

“So what? You can't take on two sexy girls in love with you? Even a sex toy can please us both.” The skin covered balls slid over my frame, resting over my chest. My head popped, in-between her toes—which kept me snugged there. “Unless you're going to make this all about yourself, again. In which case, maybe keeping your head trapped between my toes will be a better place for you in life.”

“You wouldn't there to do something so sinister to someone so sweet!” Worry sizzled in my heart at the sound of the kind, booming voice, one accompanied by the distant stomping of the feet—which was more than likely Fluttershy tip-toeing closer to us. “Just because he's shy doesn't mean you should do something so foul to him!”

Rainbow gave a huff as the back of her foot slammed against the nail again, only this time, she tugged the sides of her toes against my head, slowly sliding me up between them. They rubbed up and down my frame, smothering me, clutching me in their plump softness. “Don't lie. The sight of seeing your tiny dragon so helpless is turning you on, isn't it?”

“Only because I wouldn't put him through something in the first place—no matter how good it might have felt.” I wasn't sure how to feel about that, but I was sure about the lurching in my stomach as the foot raised itself and me into the air, holding me, with its toes, at crotch level. “W-What are you planning on doing with him?”

I glanced up, high above, where the distant face of Rainbow Dash licked at her lips. “Giving you a taste of something dirty you've been craving.” At once, she hopped forward, shaking my word atop the nail. The towering, slender yellow figure couldn't move, held in place by Rainbow's presence. “But don't you worry. Those silk stockings you're wearing should be softer than he deserves.”

What the hell did that mean?

It didn't take long for the phantom Rainbow Dash's threat to see reality. While the foot holding me get arched in the air, my waist now held tight by either side of her two toes, in the distance, I saw her long blue arm reached down to the long yellow legs of the sky girl.

True to her words, she was wearing plain white stocking, tinted slightly in gold—but in a subtle way. The clasps shot up her thigh, not too round but neither too small, perfect in proportion to everything else about her slender body. That claps sprawled up into underneath her skirt—a place where I'd feel more than just shame looking up at.

“It looks like the little dragon's home is going to be nicer than any cave after all—and with a much better treasure while he's at it.” Blue fingers pulled back at the hem of the stockings, having pulled them back from the pillar of yellow. The fabric was tight, giving only an inch away. “It'll be dark like a cave in there too. Maybe not the other kind of cave he would want to get into on you.”

The blue foot came swaying over the pinched out fabric, letting me see down over its grand opening—the dim shadows thickening alongside the smooth and soft leg of yellow that disappeared into its depths.

“Hope you've got a good look inside of there, small fry because you're about to get to know Fluttershy's soft foot better than anyone else.” After those words echoed in my ear, and silenced reign for a few seconds longer, the pressure at my sides lightened. Gazing to my left, the massive side of the wiggly blue toe pulled away from me—the tight grip; now released. “Have fun in there! Seeing your bugle against the fabric of someone so cute and innocent is going to be great!”

There was nothing I could say, but plenty that I could scream as gravity pulled at my stomach. At once, I fell forward, through the great distance of air as the opening in the tugged fabric only grew the closer I became. Seeing my fate, knowing it, did nothing to prevent it.

It became easier once I fell through the passage. When the shadow of the stocking settled over my skin, passing through its hem, caught within the curving world of the stocking. Knowing that I was falling down alongside Fluttershy's long leg, so trim and smooth, a natural perfection done within itself.

And I fell, and I fell, and when I tried glancing up, all I saw was a sight I wasn't supposed to see. The depths of Fluttershy's skirt, where her pink panties nestled tightly against her crotch, sloping over her smooth bottom, struggling to hug her twin, yellow cheeks and keep them together.

It was all so hard to see, and I could only see it for a moment, but the sight was something I'd never forgot.

I would also never forget about Rainbow Dash's head then came over the stocking, watching me fall, knowing where my eyes had just been and winking at me despite the fact. Then, in sticking out her tongue, her fingers slipped out from the rim of the stocking—the snap of elastic evoking shudders from the leg, and not only that, but darkening the world.

“Look at that! Your little lover is falling down your legging as we speak.” Rainbow Dash's voice boomed through the fabric with the beating of thunder in a stormy night. I continued to sway while I fell, bouncing against either the silk of stocking of the softness of a leg—my screaming soon stopped at being allowed to touch the two of them. “He's got a long way to go before he hits the bottom. But know your tiny lover is there. How does that make you feel?”

Fluttershy shuddered, and yet kept still, most likely for my sake.

Even I wasn't sure what to hell to make of any of this. Should I throw myself against the leg, wrapping my body as much around as I can like a firefighter to a pole? But I knew I could do something. Even as I fell to the silky abyss, I knew wrapping my body around her leg meant digging my claws into her soft skin to slow myself.

Even if it didn't draw blood, it would bring Fluttershy pain and, phantom or not, I resolved long ago to never hurt my friends.

“Why, would you look at that? Come on over, Twilight, if you want to see a little revenge on that assistant of yours.” I could see what was going beyond the sock, but my back smashed into something soft, then hard, then soft again. The plush surface at the top of Fluttershy's foot—close to her shins. “Spike fell all the way to the bottom. But if you look close enough, well...”

I laid back on the top Fluttershy's foot, feeling my backache from the impact, the length of the sword digging into my spine. Even when I looked up, all I could see was the yellow leg spanning away into the infinite distance above. And beyond the thin layer of silk that was the ceiling of stocking?

Well, I might not have been able to see through the article, but it wasn't that hard of a guest to know what was happening. Two faces hovering closer to the stocking covered foot of Fluttershy, staring at the small place where my form bugled against the fabric, letting them know just where I was, and how tiny I was in comparison to everything else.

“Having fun in Fluttershy's stocking, are you, perverted dragon?” Another voice, and this time, a sophistication that tingled with sinister. “I should have you know, tiny darling, I am just as disappointed with you as the rest of the girls. But unlike them, I had the good graces like Fluttershy to wear stockings for your punishment.”

A soft voice sang from above. “But I didn't even mean to wear stocking to punish Spike! Not... that he doesn't feel good down there. I do wish he would move around a bit more.” A gasp followed those words. “Oh, no! I'm just awful for saying that, aren't I?”

“Honesty is more becoming of you, darling.” I could hear the mass of Rarity's ass slamming down against the ground of nail outside, her leg stretching out. Just what was she planning? “Now let's see if we can resolve your non-wiggly dragon problem, shall we?”

I swore I could hear Fluttershy gulp. Her own derriere came slamming against the ground, not as much as a boom to it, but Fluttershy was more of a subtle creature than anything else. A charm to her own kind of beauty. Her butt may not have been as big as Rarity's, but she had her beat in tightness, firmness.

And not only that, but when you're an inch tall, no matter how small the ass—its utterly gigantic to a guy like me. “U-Um. D-D-Do you think he'll be okay with it?”

“Isn't that so kind of you think, darling!' But don't you get it?” Rarity's giggles were like cuts against my ears, slowly snipping away at my frills. “We're all here to teach our dear Spiky a lesson. And if that involves us ladies feeling good with his tiny body for all the times he's left us alone, despite our cues—well, that's hardly a loss for us, and it isn't for him.”

I blinked.

“That's if he comes to learn the answer and win this game properly.” Rarity then cleared her throat as a shadow passed over my prison, the distant outline of another foot, bouncing slightly in the air afar, defined itself through the fabric of Fluttershy's stocking. “But for now, we ladies should enjoy ourselves for his benfit, don't you agree, darling?”

Fluttershy's foot lifted into the air, coming to lean on the arch of her other leg, keeping it there. The shift in gravity caused me to roll down the front of her foot, coming to the start of one of her toes, smooth and slender instead of plump and round—really my preference.

And, of course, I hugged the start of her toe. Holding it, clinging to it, not wanting to fall to the bottom of her stocking—where the full force of her foot would be pressed against me. Even if it was humiliating, I would hold onto her toe... and try to ignore the erection in my pants while I was at it. 

“Now darling, if you would be so kind as to put your wiggle your toes—then put your foot against mine.” The voice came muffled through the fabric, but its piercing fear at its meaning struck at my heart. “Don't you think it's about time we show that dragon how it feels to be smothered between two delicate feet?”

I shook my head as I clung to the toe tighter. “No! Don't do it, Fluttershy! She's just trying to get you to—“

There was no sense in yelling, in trying to fight, when the mass of the two swung up—only to dropdown. A zooming roller costing suddenly going down only to arch back up, twisting the wobbly feeling in my belly. Up and down, toe dropping and falling, my body sliding down its length, its smoothness working finally working against me.

“Yaaaaw!” The toe shot up again, my claws and thighs ripped from its side as I was thrown up—the fabric gracing over the back of my spines before gravity stole my soul once more. Falling, dim shadows everywhere, a tinge of sprawling yellow mixed in with the darkness. “No-no-no!”

The distant foot arched upward against the stretching ceiling of fabric, the gap between two toes whizzing on either side of me as I fell through them. Turning my head, the underside of the toes wiggled at me, like they were waving me goodbye—and maybe good luck.

The underside of the silky foot rose like a stadium of softness rising into a wall, on the right side of me, an indite distance in any direction. Overhead, laughter boomed, and the word inside the stocking became tighter.

“Fluttershy! You silly! It's not good if he falls to the bottom of your stocking.” Pinkie's voice hovered close, far closer than it should have like her face was hovering inches before the fabric. Heck, warm gusts filtered through my descent. “You have to pull them tight, so he gets trapped against your foot—like this!”

The walls of fabric strained and tightened, closer against me, pressing against my frame as we both blew toward the foot. I was just below the balls of her foot, my front slammed against the expanse of her underfoot, feeling the skin, plush to the touch, cushion my impact.

“There you go! It's no fun if the little guy isn't a bugle against the fabric!” Giggles rained like the sweetest rain to the ear, stirring me in sexy ways that my sensory input struggled to contain. “Now then! Rarity, if you're ready to do the honours.”

I gulped, feeling the shadow of something bigger, far behind me.

“When am I never ready, darling?” Some towering, long and soft and distant, came close like two tapering mountains made of softness colliding. “The one you should be asking that is the poor boy about to be smothered by our perfect feet.”

There wasn't a place for me to fight that... but this wasn't what all of this was about. Even as the other foot pressed into the fabric of the stocking, a clad foot of silk pressing against my back, rolling up and down the bottom of Fluttershy's foot—fighting wasn't what I was supposed to be doing, but rather, struggling.

And not even struggling to break free, or to get away, not anything like that.

But to show these girls, who held so much back, to experience so much because of tiny me.

That's why I struggle up and down the foot, why I rolled, fought, kicked and punched, not enough to hurt but to stimulate. Even while I struggled, I could hear their moans, of the two delicate girls rubbing their feet together, up and down, like they were kids, getting off to the childish delight of smothering a tiny dragon between them.

And from the moans raining from afar, it seemed everyone else enjoyed this as well, at least to the point of doing things I was unable to see. A welling heat came from my back, something strange, like a strength I didn't know I had.

In the tight space of the two feet slamming together, I reached for the sword on my back, the handle warm against me scales. Power surged through it; energy now obtained. Gripping it, I pulled the sword out—holding it to the air, the blade glowing a dark blue as it well.

Closing my eyes, I exhaled a final breath, as a flash consumed all.





“Well, well, well! Wouldn't you know it? You came to learn your lesson, after all.” Eris voice reached my ears before my eyes could open again. The blurry width of her curving nail flooded my eyes as did the sprawling length of the rest of her foot. “It didn't seem likely you would win this game, but you aren't so dense after all, are you?”

My arm strained underneath a heavyweight. Blinking, I lowered my claw still holding the blade—the glow now gone, but the silver of the metal now tinged with blue. “I can take a hint every once in a while. Just not the greatest at it.”

“Even still! It appears you're getting better.” I craned my neck back as my gaze climbed the monolithic create, struggling to capture her distant, hazy face within my gaze. Her eyes glared to the left, arms crossed, frown large. “As much as I hate to report it, you've won this game. Win or lose, you can still help others, which is what you've been struggling with as of late.”

I took a step forward, allowing the hilt to fall through the gaps between my digits, twirling the blade in my claw. “One down. Two more to go.” I twirled the blade into the sheath on my back, but not before shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders. “I guess there's not congratulations prize for winning.”

Eris turned her head back to me, the weight of her glare settling on my minuscule frame. “Besides me not crushing you underneath my foot? Discord instructed no such things had to happen on our date.”

I sighed. She was still pissed. Didn't know the chaotic girl, but she was beyond cute in a chaotic way. Looking down at where I was, I saw the tent I was pitching in my pants. The game might have been won—but the job was far from finished.

“Hey? Just because I won, that doesn't mean our date has to end, right?” Eris's glare softened into intrigue, her mighty white eyebrow arching. “You seem like you wanted to play a bit, right? How about you stuff me down your sock, play with me a bit, and see how things go from there.”

Her eyebrow dropped once more, the rest of her face joining in her narrowed expression. “You still want to be punished? Even though its no longer required? You sure are a strange one, dragon boy?”

I shrugged. “What can I say? The more time I get to spend with you, the longer I can delay the next game, right?” I cracked my neck left and right, needing to do something to keep a claw from diving down underneath my pants. “Besides, I didn't quite get to finish this time around. So how about you and I have some fun?”

Eris clicked her tongue against her teeth, allowing her head to move in a slow, slow sway. “That's quite forward of you to ask on a first date, dragon.”

“Call me Spike.” I pointed a claw at my chest, grinning. “And you're the one that was talking about stuffing me down your sock or into the back of your underwear at the start of all this. Unless that was all talk to scare me up?”

“Don't you go thinking of yourself as so big, small stuff.” Eris glance over at the table seated next to the chair, picking up a long, white, cotton sock which length came tumbling down in the open air. “You wouldn't last more than a second against my feet. They're like a field to you now. Your friends are nothing to me.”

“Yeah yeah.” I snickered. “So you say.”

“Oh.” Eris leaned forward with the sock, bringing its opening over her other foot, letting me see the sprawling cotton sliding over the field of foot. Like crashing seas covering the landscape of a country. “You're going to learn a new lesson right now, dragon boy, that you will never forget.”

“You so sure about that?” I didn't even know her talon had been dangling behind me until they pinched at my waist, whisking me into the air. The smooth plane of her nail faded away from below as I flew high above. “You're all skin and no fur! The girls made have you beat on that.”

Within seconds, the digits held me before the scale of her face, the width of which spanning far to either side, her round eyes like seas I could swim across. She grinned at me, without malicious but with hunger—looking ready to pop me in her mouth and devour me without even having to gulp.

“If you cite Celestia while getting anywhere close to my ass, I assure you it will be something you'll never come out of.”

I blinked. “Why are you threatening me with a good time?”

She laughed. Eris fought it. Her eyes closed and her fangs bit her lips together, but that release of air blowing over my body, the soft pitch of happiness rendered into a sound—she couldn't hold herself back.

Which, I guess, was precisely why she brought me close to her firm lips, pressing me in the crevice between them both. Their softness enveloped me, consuming me, loving me for how tiny I was against them—how my very different being could make them feel so big, so great, so perfect.

“I... hope you're ready for the time of your life, dragon.” Eris didn't bother to open her eyes, an effect that, no matter how little I was, still should what influence one could have on another through simply being. “Because you're going to be getting inside every part of me.”

“And once I'm done making those parts of you feel the best they can be, you better get ready to weep as you're forced to hand me back to Discord.” The talon dipped and my stomach cried as the scale of her body rose before me while I fell. “Hope you're ready for a challenge that's off the record, Eris!”

No words, only movement; I won, now twice.

When I finally felt my elation exude through my body, I glanced down at where the talon was taking me where, sure enough, the other paw held open the side of the cotton sock, glimpsing me to the dim world inside there.

Without saying anything, but doing everything, the digits on my side brought me to an inch above the opening. From there, the let go, and I fell, along the length and thickness of the leg as I plummeted through the opening.

At once, all became dark, the rim of the sock closing against the skin of her leg. It must have felt great to Eris to throw the guy she liked into her sock, to just toss him in and do battle with a part of herself—something she was unconscious of made into a world for him.

It didn't take long for me to reached the back of her foot—only to discover space beneath it. My frame slammed into the cotton, it impressing and welling around be, before I slid, and slid, underneath the expanse of the foot until I reached.

“I left some room in the sock so you could reach the bottom okay.” Eris voice resumed, and this time, the delightful tone returned around her words. “Hope you enjoyed looking at the underside of my foot, Spike, because it's about come down crashing all over you.”

And even as she pulled the sock up, and pressed her foot down, it hurtling toward me like a meteorite—there was one thing that I smiled at.

At least Eris had called me Spike instead of dragon boy.