Story Summary: Getting shrunk against his will and used as an impromptu sex toy aren't enough to get Britt down. With a chipper smile, he admits he sorta... kinda enjoyed it. And staring at the monolithic draft horse by the name of Black Jack, he has a feeling he’s going to enjoy this next part too.

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Tags: Anal, Ass, Booty, Butt, Equine, Hoof, Horse, Little, Macro, Micro, My, Pegasus, Pony, Rubbing, Rubs, Shrink, Sitting, Squeezing, Vagina, Vaginal

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Despite spending so much time around Black Jack, who was easily three times her size and twenty times her strength, Mai rarely felt fear around him. If anything, she felt very safe when his thick arms were wrapped around her, and his warmth was washing through her fur. Nevertheless, Black Jack was a very large, very powerful earth pony, and sometimes when he was angry, she did feel the pangs of terror touch her heart. She felt such dread now, as Black Jack loomed over her, emerald eyes focused on her quivering form. For several minutes neither had spoken, until Black Jack finally uttered one sentence. “You should have told me.”

“Britt was fine with it!” Mai said quickly. “Isn’t that right Britt?”

Britt, still shrunken, and coated in sticky white cream, was standing on a side table. He opened his mouth to say something, but one of Jack’s massive green hooves swept in front of him and slammed onto the table, silencing him before he even started.

“He could have been seriously hurt Mai. I didn’t know you had a shrunken stallion shoved up your ass. I was…”

“I’m sorry,” Mai said sheepishly.

“Where is the antidote?”

“I… uhm… may have left it up in Cloudsdale…” she whimpered. “I was planning to shrink you down, and then, we would have to go back and get it. I figured it was the only way to get you to come up to the clouds with me, just one time.”

“Go get it Mai. Fast as you can.”

“But-“

“Go.”

Grumbling softly, the red mare trotted past the angry draft horse and the shrunken pegasus. As she passed the latter, she gave him a sorrowful look, but Britt’s lips were pulled in a smile, and that made her feel better. Black Jack waited until she had left the house, to turn back to Britt. He offered a hoof, which Britt climbed on to, and the little pegasus was placed gently on Black Jack’s broad, muscular back. The draft horse brought his shrunken friend to the bathroom sink. Turning the water on at a slight trickle, he reached back, but found Britt was no longer there. Instead, the red pegasus had taken to the air, and on his own, fluttered to the sink counter. Sliding down the curved bowl, he stood under the water and began to wash the musky smelling white off his body, acting as if he were standing beneath a normal shower.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on her, you know,” Britt said. “Mai seemed to know what she was doing. And… I’ll admit, I was scared at first, but it was more than a bit… fun. I told her, whatever she wanted to do, I was up for it. Even if I had the chance to go back and stop her, or warn you… I kinda wouldn’t. You got a pretty magnificent cock, you know.”

If Black Jack registered the compliment, he didn’t show it. He set his head down on the sink, large eyes looking down at little Britt, who was cutely washing himself. “You don’t get it,” Jack said. “Britt, I could have killed you.”

“What an amusing way to die,” Britt laughed.

As one of Jack’s hooves slammed upon the sink, Britt leapt up in panic, and ended up slipping on the slick ground. It took a moment, but he managed to get to his hooves and resume his shower, though kept his head hung low.

“It’s different for earth ponies,” Jack continued. “Every time I touch Mai, I’m afraid I’m going to break her in half. Don’t even get me started on how fragile unicorns are.”

Stepping out from under the steady stream, Britt tried to climb up the curve of the bowl, but found the slope far too slick. Jack reached into the sink and carefully scooped the little stallion out. Britt sat there happily as he was brought before the massive earth pony’s snout. Jack was frowning, but Britt smiled. “You know, for a stallion who can barely control his strength, you’re awfully gentle.”

Black Jack reached behind himself and set Britt on his back. Britt immediately began to dry himself, rubbing his whole body into the light coating of ebony fur. Black Jack smelled of green apples, and Britt found great fun pressing his snout into the fuzz and breathing deep. As Jack began to move, his body shifting, Britt hugged tight to the broad back so he wouldn’t fall off. He was brought to Jack’s bedroom, and Britt fluttered to the mattress. Jack placed his fore hooves on the bed, sending little ripples and earthquakes forth, and caused Britt to bounce cutely on the springs. Jack gave an apologetic look, but Britt waved his worry away with a cute hoof.

“Did anything ever happen?” Britt asked. “Something ended badly?”

“There’s a unicorn in Canterlot who still walks with a limp. That should answer your question.”

Britt took to the air and fluttered until he was before Jack’s face. Pressing his rear hoof into the earth pony’s nostril, he managed to hoist himself up, and rest his upper body on Jack’s extended snout. “For what it’s worth, I’m not afraid to be around you. I’m not afraid you’ll break me in half. Mai was awfully gentle with me, and you are oh so gentle with Mai.”

Jack smiled slightly. “Shrinking Violet toughens you up, too, so that certainly helped. But yeah, something did happen when I was still just a colt. I know how to control myself now. I just didn’t know you were there. I didn’t know how much to hold back.”

“I’m not afraid. I was a little before, but I’m fine. And, I gotta say…” Britt smiled. “I really had fun. Did you?”

Jack’s eyes opened wide. Britt could feel a warm blush burning on the black pony’s face. “I had fun too. Thank you for, you know, helping me out like you did.”

“It was my pleasure!” Britt giggled. He flapped his wings and began to fly. Scooting forward, he spread his legs and sat comfortably on Jack’s long muzzle. “Though, I’ll be honest with you, I wouldn’t mind seeing an earth pony’s pride in its entirety sometime, instead of just the glans. I bet it’s pretty magnificent, huh?”

Jack’s snout was growing steadily warmer. Careful as he could, he leaned back and sat straight, always sure to keep his head level so Britt wouldn’t go tumbling down. Chuckling, Britt continued. “And, you know I’m shrunk now, right? You can go as gentle as you want, since there are no more surprises.”

He shifted uncomfortably, the muzzle feeling quite hot.

“Well,” Jack said softly. “If you really want to see it, Mai is going to be a while on the antidote.”

Britt looked over the side of Jack’s snout, down the stretch of his rotund midriff, and between the pillars of his thighs. Peeking out from between the black lips of his sheath was the green glans Britt had gotten quite familiar with during their prior game. Flapping his wings, Britt fluttered off the earth pony’s snout. Easing himself through the air, he landed on the ground with a clop, standing before the gargantuan stallion.

With Jack sitting on the floor, Britt had a truly magnificent view of his crotch. The green head was still pushing and poking out of the flesh lips of the black sheath. The horse’s massive testicles were two great ebony orbs that he longed to press and rub into. The scent of musk rolling out was heavenly on Britt’s snout. If Britt squinted, and looked close, he could occasionally a little ripple run through the stretched skin as seed was churned inside the balls. Britt trotted forward, eager to be closer to the massive scrotum, when Jack stood up, and the hanging orbs lifted out of reach. Britt started at them with a sad look on his face. He actually lifted a cute hoof over his head, as if he could reach out and touch them.

“A-are you sure… about this?” Jack asked.

“I was fine when you thought you were doing it with a normal sized mare. I have no fears now.”

“I just…” Jack bit his lips. “I’m afraid I’m somehow forcing you into this.”

Britt grinned, and was going to make a joke about who was coercing who, but kept it to himself.  He sat on the ground, watching, waiting. His own little black erection was peeking from between his thighs. One of his cute little hooves rubbed it idly as he waited for Jack to move.

Taking a step forward, Jack placed his green hooves so they were at either side of the shrunken pony. Following the pillars of black up to the draft’s horse’s crotch, Britt was given quite an eyeful. The green erection was still engorging slowly. The testicles hung and stretched the skin of the scrotum. Although there was no visible strain on the skin, they were so massive, it seemed that at any moment they could rupture and spill out seed. The smell of green apples washed over Britt, bathing him, and further stiffening his shaft.

“You’re sure?” Jack asked.

Britt eye’s skimmed along Jack’s pudgy chest, over his neck, and to his face. Standing with his chin pressed into his chest, Jack was looking at Britt upside down. “I’m sure, Jack. Now please, come closer.”

The muscles in Jack’s legs tensed as the great body began to lower. Rolling onto his back, and lifting his four hooves into the air, Britt closed his eyes. The uncertainty of when he would first feel the warmth of the other male was almost as exciting as the resulting sex. The scent of green apples grew stronger, now mingling with the delightful scent of male musk.

As Britt’s hooves pressed into something squishy, he opened his eyes in confusion, and found Jack’s girth weighing upon him. Although Jack’s squishy midriff was certainly fun to play with, it wasn’t what Britt wanted. Perhaps Jack realized his aim had been off, because he lifted and took a step forward so his magnificent balls and cock were hovering up above the shrunken stallion. Squatting again, Britt watched with a wide grin as the green flesh and black testicles continued falling. Opening his arms, he let the testicles come down until they were resting softly on his chest. With his arms and legs, he hugged the balls, kissing and nuzzling them cutely. Britt was a fairly lanky pony, but lacked just a smidge more of the reach that would allow him to fully embrace the testicle. From this distance, Britt could count the fine hairs that sprouted out of the black skin, and he took great delight in playing with them.

Britt’s penis was squeezed between his belly and the musky scrotum. Unable to control himself, he humped softly, the rolls of flesh yielding to his tiny lance. Black Jack’s massive belly tensed as laughter rippled through him. He squatted a little harder, smothering Britt fully, and letting him wiggle into the rolls of inviting musk. Britt kicked and squirmed; either hugging or wrestling the two monolithic balls that were weighing down upon him, and making Jack growl and neigh softly.

Bracing his legs, Jack stood back up and took a step back. Britt lay on the ground, panting loudly. His erection was dribbling a white puddle onto his cute belly, and his legs were spread eagle at his sides. Just as he opened his eyes, Jack’s massive muzzle came down and softly pressed down on him. Giggling, Britt tried to push the huge head away, but his hooves sank into Jack’s nostrils or lips. Breathing deep, Jack got to enjoy the subtle scent of Britt’s musk and strawberries.

“See,” Britt said, looking into one of Jack’s huge emerald eyes and rubbing the side of his snout. “Nothing broken, nothing crushed. I don’t even feel that sore.” He leaned forward and planted a little kiss on Jack’s snout. “So, ready for round two?”

Sitting on his large rump, Jack stretched his legs out in front of him. Britt rolled onto his four hooves, realizing he was right between the thick, obsidian thighs of the draft horse. Bracing himself on his left foreleg, Jack gripped his penis with his right hoof and lifted it. The shift released a great wave of musk that almost knocked Britt onto his rump. He stumbled to his side, falling onto Jack’s leg and using the thick muscles to brace himself. He had to lean against the leg as he walked forward and approached the earth stallion’s shaft. The testicles were what he started with. Bracing his hooves on the massive black orbs, he was still careful. Even at his size, he imagined a firm punch to the balls would make Jack feel sick. Beneath his hooves, he could feel seed churning and bubbling just past the layer of skin. Sticking his tongue out, he sampled the scrotum, and giggled at the tickle of light hairs on his tongue. He was a little disappointed that the testicles didn’t taste like green apples though. A silly thought, but it still filled him with a vague sense of frustration.

Bracing himself, Britt climbed up the two massive balls. Wrapping his arms around Black Jack’s penis, he held tight to it. Oh, Jack was delightfully warm. Grinding his groin against the massive pillar, Britt actually felt a tingle of relief on his painful cock. It was just teasing pleasure for Britt, though. He humped his little hips into the girth, giggling softly at the feel and the loud groans that were rumbling from the mountainous draft horse he was hugging.

Britt’s eyes opened wide as he felt the girth shift. Before he knew what was happening, he was falling back. He hit against the ground, groaning, and before he could recover, the great green erection was falling on top of him. For a moment, he thought he might be squished beneath it, and a very real wave of fear rushed through him. Despite its full girth, however, there was enough yield in the green flesh, and his body was durable enough, he found he wasn’t hurt. Rumbling deeply, Black Jack chuckled as he lifted his erection off the pinned stallion.

“This isn’t very comfortable,” Black Jack said. “And I have a nice, warm bed right here.” He offered his hoof, and without hesitation, Britt climbed onto the flat, green surface. Jack lay down on the bed, on his back, and plopped Britt onto his chest. Lifting his erection up, exposing his pubic bone, he stared down at Britt, hoping his little friend would know what to do.

Walking on the squishy, rounded belly of the earth pony was far from easy, even ignoring the fact that Britt’s hanging erection was slapping against his thigh and making him shudder. Pre was steadily dribbling out of his cute cock, and he was aware he was leaving a trail of white over Jack’s ebony fur. He was a little embarrassed about it, and hoped the pudgy earth stallion wouldn’t care. Sitting down at Jack’s navel, Britt scooted forward until he was sliding over the curve of his gut. Jack’s pubic bone was not nearly as padded as the rest of him, but wiggling and squirming, Britt eventually got comfortable. Jack’s belly behind him was like a sofa cushion, yielding and comfortable to the point he could probably sleep on it if he really wanted to. With his little friend secure, Jack slowly lowered his cock and let it settle on Britt’s front. The weigh on him squished him a little harder into the black stallion’s midriff, not that Britt really minded. The smell of musk and green apples grew stronger and stronger until it was nearly suffocating Britt, who took deep breaths of the alluring aroma.

Letting gravity do the work, Jack reclined in the bed and set his hooves at his side. Britt wrapped his four legs and even his wings and tail around the mammoth green pillar, hugging it as tight as he could. He could feel the cock bulge and burst with the pounding of Jack’s heart. Britt tried squeezing the erection as tight as he could, just to see if he could stop the steady dribbles of pre or rush of blood. With all his might, he actually managed to hook his hooves together, and kept them locked to cut off the flow. Jack sat up suddenly, gasping and groaning. Because of the layer of pudge over Jack’s midriff, Britt couldn’t see his face, but guessed the earth pony was having fits. Britt squeezed the erection just a little tighter, humping into the warmth and giggling uncontrollably.

As a large blob rushed up the shaft, Britt’s grip was lost. He fell back into the layer of fat as the green erection began to spurt madly, white gushing and exploding out of the slit. Jack’s neigh was deafening. He longed to hump into the air, but was afraid what would happen to Britt. Instead, he punched and pounded the bed beneath him, gasping as a flood was washed onto his chest. Somewhere in that hazy lust, he even felt a slick blob on the base of his shaft; Britt’s own miniscule climax.

Each time Jack took a breath, his stomach inflated, embracing Britt a little snugger. The black fur on his chest was soaked in white cream. Lifting his head, Jack could barely see Britt, buried beneath the massive green shaft and squished into the ebony midriff. Little red arms could occasionally be seen flailing at the erection’s sides. Holding his cock by the tip, Jack lifted it and gave Britt a moment of fresh air. His grip on his erection slipped however, and Britt was once again squished, though this time at least his head was free at the side.

More moments passed. Jack tried to will his arms into rising so he could save Britt, but he just couldn’t find the strength. In fact, it was Britt who freed himself, getting a firm grip of the erection and pushing it aside with all his might. Rolling onto his front, he reached up and got a good hold of Jack’s belly. As if climbing a squishy hill, he crawled to the very top of Jack’s gut before collapsing, feeling quite proud of himself regardless. Laying on Jack’s belly, he had plopped right into a puddle of the earth pony’s seed.

Black Jack sat up slowly. He was still breathing heavy, his belly swelling and falling, making Britt giggle cutely each time. The tip of Jack’s green hoof gently stroked the little stallion. Once or twice, he applied pressure to Britt’s back and forced him to sink into gurgling fat, but he always let the pleasure up, and Britt knew it was all in good fun.

“Hey Britt,” Jack said.

Britt lifted his head and smiled at his friend. “Yeah, Jackie?”

The hoof tip continued to stroke the little pegasus, who murmured and neighed in little fits of pleasure. “Do you think there’s one more thing you could do for me?” he asked.

Britt didn’t pause, he didn’t hesitate, he didn’t take a moment to think. With a smile on his face, he nodded his little head.

“Do you think I could… uhm… put you inside me? Down there?” To make it clear what “down there” meant, Black Jack whacked his inner thigh with green tail. Britt chuckled, and attempted to take to the sky. The weight of the globs of seed he was covered in threw off his balance, however, and he ended up plopping down onto the stallion’s gut. Chuckling softly, Jack reached forward and scooped Britt up on his hoof. He deposited the little stallion between his thick legs and onto his tail, before reclining back. Gripping his erection, he pulled it and his heavy scrotum off the bed, revealing the curve of his cheeks and eagerly quivering anus housed between them. The scents were unbelievable for Britt. Despite all the times he had released in the past hour alone, he felt his penis tingling, and longed to curl up with the erection one more time. But he felt as if he had a duty to fulfill, and turning so his back was facing Jack’s genitals, he began to back up.

The fuzzy black scrotum brushed against his spine, making him groan and arch around it. The pudgy butt cheeks brushed against his flanks as he took his first tentative steps into the Jack’s crack. He pressed until his rump was against the warm, flexing anus of the massive draft horse. It was loosely clenched, likely because Jack was so massive. Toying with Jack, he rubbed his cheeks against the wrinkled skin, listening to the pleasured “neighs” that rumbled around him.

“I… I’ve never done this before,” Jack whimpered. “Would you go easy on me?”

Britt chuckled to himself as he lifted one of his rear legs. Finding the puckered anus with his hoof, he pulled his leg to his chest before bucking suddenly. The wrinkled skin shuddered under the impact and opened wide. When it clenched closed, it sealed Britt’s ankle in slimy warmth. Jack began to quake and wiggle, snorting steam as Britt wiggled his hoof about. Bracing himself on his fore hooves, he kicked his other hoof back and felt it sink into the warmth.

“By the moon,” Jack managed to mutter. He had released into Mai not an hour ago, and his belly was still soaked with seed from his time with Britt, yet his penis already felt painfully stiff. He thought of rubbing it, but was afraid he would lose hold of the pillar, and trap Britt in his crack with his testicles. Instead, he took pleasure in pulling Britt deeper inside him. Britt was squirming and kicking like mad, yet the rhythmic nature of his struggle implied he was doing it to make Jack feel good. The rhythmic nature also helped Jack time his clenches. He learned the pattern of Britt’s wiggles, and taking a deep breath, squeezed his powerful muscles. Britt found himself drawn into his pectorals in one mighty slurp. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he looked down, finding his lower body completely lost past the black ring.

If there was one mercy in this, despite being a virgin to this sort of love, Jack was extremely loose. Quite unlike being inside Mai, Britt had plenty of room to squirm and struggle, and grind his erection into the yielding walls. He could kick like mad, which he was sure Jack enjoyed as much as he did. With another clench, Britt was pulled entirely inside the black pony’s anus, only his little hooves left outside and gripping the ring instinctively.

Rolling off the bed, Black Jack splatted onto the ground. Britt was tossed around inside his bowels, filling him with pleasure like he had never known. Barely able to think straight, Jack rested his upper body on the bed and lifted his ass in a way he had seen Mai do a dozen times when in the mood. He dreamed of some large stud coming along and taking him in his hole, filling him even more than Britt was, and the thought got him salivating.

“Well, well, well,” came a familiar voice. Jack’s heart dropped as he looked over his shoulder saw Mai standing there, a smile on her face. “I got the antidote, not that it seems like you guys need it.”