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Nice one.
That was great, I wish we could upvote comments.
You, sir, deserve a medal.
I love this, it’s so silly.
Um…its in the source?
Link please.
One day a whole lot of little green men appeared out of nowhere, dozens of them. They arrived wearing tiny cloth coverings over their bodies, which was strange because normally you only wear clothes for special occasions, right? When the tiny green figures saw Twilight’s towering nude form and her bobbling, mountainous tits hovering over them, they fell down on their tiny little knees and, unless Twilight was greatly mistaken, wept for joy. They immediately removed their own clothing and swarmed her, running around Twilight’s home, frightening her guests, making a mess everywhere, getting underfoot- literally.
The little Anons seem to have absolutely no sense of self-preservation. They couldn’t seem to get enough of Twilight’s body, crawling all over her, running around her feet like they were trying to get stepped on beneath the soft soles of her comparatively-gigantic feet. They hid in her furniture, concealing themselves in the couch until she was about to sit down before quickly scrambling out so that she would sit on them, specifically so that she would sit on them there, and there was a risk that they would get forced up… inside her. Why, they might get hurt that way! And how improper! After Twilight got more careful about sitting down in chairs, they started to get into her tub and hide under the scented soapy bathwater every night, waiting for her lower her bottom into the water, putting themselves at serious risk of injury!
When she got into bed to read, they crawled after her, trying to worm their way beneath her great tits and trap themselves between her chest and her suffocatingly-heavy hanging udders. It was very disconcerting. After she would shoo them out for the night and turn off the lights, the determined little Anons would just climb right back into empty bed next to her, commando-crawling under the sheets, and laying their little bodies next to her while she was sleeping, positioning themselves so that when she would roll over in her sleep, their fragile little selves would get crushed under her colossal breasts and sensitive nipples. And then in the morning they would climb into her food as if they enjoyed the idea of being eaten by a giant naked woman! How perverse!
Twilight couldn’t find any reference to the Anons in any of her books so she used an old empty fish-tank to keep the suicidal creatures inside while she figured out what to do with them. The little Anons seemed miserable inside, listlessly crawling around on the dry fish toys inside, pressing themselves against the glass, minuscule little erections mashed flat, aiming at her… for it seemed that this was a natural state of the species. Twilight had never looked down and seen an Anon that wasn’t erect and chasing after her.
One day while tipping huge breadcrumbs and a giant bottle-cap of water into the Anon Tank, one of the little figures climbed out of the tank without her noticing and leapt out at her chest. Twilight gasped because it was a very long way to the floor for such a tiny little Anon, and since her hands were full, the only way to catch the falling Anon was with her tits.
As the Anon fell, Twilight used her elbows to press her breasts together, creating monstrously huge cleavage. She leaned forward and the falling Anon BOUNCED right off the top of her tits and was going to fall again so Twilight stepped forward and forcibly trapped the Anon between her tits and the fish-tank glass, nearly crushing him, his little hand raised as if to say “brothers, forgive me but I am going on ahead without you!”
The little Anon, trapped between her tits, shuddered once or twice and then went totally still. She could still feel his tiny heart racing through the sensitive skin of her breasts… and feel his teensy-tiny little erection pressed into her. And unless she was imagining things, there was a barely noticeable wet spot forming where the Anon’s itsy-bitsy penis pressed into her soft rack.
Then to Twilight’s shock, she noticed that, inside the tank, all of the little Anons inside the tank had fallen to their tiny knees and begun furiously pleasuring themselves at the sight of their trapped comrade between Twilight’s big bouncy purple tits. Miniature green hands wrapped around even more-mini green dicks, furiously pumping away until each one came, insignificant little puffs of pollen-like cum dropping out of the tip. And after each one came, they immediately turned away and dropped to the ground, exhausted, doll-sized chests heaving with exertion.
The sight of all these little Anons jerking themselves off to her was the most ADORABLE thing Twilight had ever seen. She couldn’t keep a goofy smile off her face.
And then, to Twilight’s horror, her nipples got hard. Was she aroused? How was that even possible? How could these little men make her feel… that way?
For a split second, she hoped that they couldn’t see her in such a disgraceful state but that was obviously impossible: each of her nipples was about as big as the head of the Anon between her tits. And they were pressed up against the very transparent glass. But the little Anons didn’t look down on her for it. No, of course not! In fact, more than a few of the spent Anons got back up and started to try to pleasure themselves again in response to the sight of her arousal! Her? Attractive? Were their erections for her? Why, she must be as big as a goddess to them! Twilight’s heart raced at the thought of these Anons worshiping her sexy form. Maybe, once the Anons recovered, they might like to… see her again? And maybe revere her?
From then on, each and every night, when nobody was around to see her, Twilight would go into the room where she kept the tank of Anons, lock the door behind her, then reach inside with her long figures to lift a lucky little one out for a ride in her tits while the others got off to it. It was Twilight’s dirty little secret. What would they think about a princess who kept a little harem of tiny green men so that they could yank their microscopic cranks off to her every day? What would they think if they knew she loved watching them do it?
What if they knew that she was starting to really get off to the idea them getting off to her? And what would they think if they knew she was considering letting the little Anons out one from behind their glass screen of these nights and letting them get a little bit more familiar with her? They seemed to love her big, feather-soft, haystack-sized breasts. Perhaps they could climb over her chest and rub and tickle her, and maybe play a little bit with her nipples? Or perhaps she could lay back and let them explore her even more private… bits? That might feel good, right? One of them wasn’t much, but there were enough Anons to have them crawl over every part of her at once. Perhaps each night allowing them a little “creative freedom” to work together on her as they liked would be nice. She might even get addicted to it.
Just as long as none of her precious little Anons got hurt in the process. Well, not too hurt. Twilight was a benevolent goddess to her devoted little worshipers after all.
His art blog.
No there is one better
Nah, more like “I’m being helplessly carried in this cheating magic!”
What, like big, juggly mana tanks?