The realm of dreams is an infinite expanse of nothingness, populated by bubbles containing the dreams of many. And within this space exists one bubble that allows certain individuals to share a dream. Some of these spaces are too big for them to enjoy, some believe that the others are merely projections, but many live within and have helped to mold their dream world. One of these is something known as a brothel, where many woman rest within to hopefully have their way with some boy. There were rare instances when these boys were actual people entering the mind. 
	This would be one of those tales.
	A creature with blue shorts, blue tshirt, a blue cap, yellow gloves, and red tennis shoes floated through the empty space in a sort of stasis, unaware of his predicament, or even that he was among dreams. Under the clothing, he had a coat of black fur, fluffy ears that ran down to his calves (them tipped with poofy white fur), a white-tipped tail poking out from his shorts, and a white face with fuzzy whisks of fur coming off his cheeks. This was Klonoa, a so called Dream Traveler that goes off to dreams in danger to help them. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know that. He nears a brand new world and is ready to awaken within, seemingly as a brand new person. 
	As he floated, he’d end up going straight in the path of the brothel, its bubble appearing as non-descript as any other. Closer and closer he got, until he slid into the surface, and he’d begin to awaken…
…
	Eventually, with a groan he’d rub his eyes, before he climbed up onto his rear with a yawn. He looked around the area, finding himself in what appeared to be a yard. The grass was bright green, and was occasionally dotted with flowers. He’d look around, before his attention would be drawn to a large building. It appeared to be made of a sort of mahogany wood, appearing smooth yet dark. It had rice paper for windows, and a sliding door at front with a stone path leading from what appears to be miles away towards it. The building itself seemed to be about 4 stories tall. At least, 4 stories for whoever might’ve been native to this realm.
	Klonoa approached and remarked at how it appeared so much larger than any building should be, at least if it were proportional to his size. As he approached, he’d find that he was about a quarter of the sliding door’s height, unable to grab the handle up on it. He hopped a bit, more and more, to the point where he’d resort to flapping his ears to try and suspend himself long enough to get up to it. Eventually, he’d flop down and be left panting from his effort.
	He sighed and climbed up onto his feet, and decided that there’d be only one option left. He knocked on the door, at which he’d hear the sound of walking within. 
	“Coming~!” a mature, feminine voice chirped from within. Klonoa stepped back a little as he heard the sound get closer and closer. Eventually, someone would grab a handle on it, before the door slid to the side, its wheels gently rattling along the track beneath the sliding door. And the opener was what appeared to be a goat-like woman that was almost 4x as tall as the small dream traveler. She had a pair of cute horns and a muzzle with some purple lipstick dressing her lips, she bore a pair of breasts, one seeming capable of covering him twice over. She also bore a pudgy tummy and wide hips, a fluffy tail upon her rear. She also had legs that seemed almost as thick as Klonoa’s whole body was. She wore a purple cloth bra that wrapped around her boobs, as well as some purple panties that dug in between her legs, sure to show off her rear while bearing a bit of camel toe. 
	The goat-like lady looked ahead as if she were expecting someone taller to answer, leaving Klonoa unnoticed for a little while. The small boy looked up, meanwhile, alarmed by the appearance of this pretty lady. He already got the impression he was small around here, but standing before someone like her…? He felt like he might’ve gotten easily stepped on if he wasn’t careful. Especially if everyone around here was about her size… Still, she was the first person she met, so she was as best a chance he had at finding out more about this place. 
	So, he stepped closer to her legs, and carefully prodded her ankle.
	“Uh, ma’am?” Klonoa asked. The goat lady let out a confused “hm?”, before she stepped back and peered down. Her chest, propped up by her bra, made it a little harder to see the speck of a boy, but soon she was able to peek through the valley between her tits, where she was finally able to see the blue-clothed boy, who was forced to peer through her cleavage to look her in the eye. At that, the goat lady’s eyes widened with elation and she rocked around excited, before she leaned down and quickly wrapped her arms around Klonoa’s back, the boy letting out a yelp as he’s quickly plucked from the ground and laid on top of her breasts. She’d walk back, and close the door she’d opened previously. 
	Klonoa wriggled against her boobs as she held him close, one hand able to cover from his waistline to the back of his head. After a bit of wriggling, he was able to peer out towards the side, such that his vision was no longer filled with boob flesh. Now, he was able to get a read on the interior of the building. He was able to see paintings bearing lips, vases filled with flowers that seemed about half Klonoa’s size, and red carpeting over the mahogany floor.
	The goat’d keep on walking deeper in, where there appeared to be what looked like a waiting area, with a pair of lawn chairs with red seats and a knee-high table in the middle of them, at least knee-high for Klonoa. However, the goat would walk past that and deeper into the building, through a doorway lined with a red curtain that she was able to step through.
	“Oh, I’ve been waiting to see one of you come by here!” the goat cheered as she ground the dream traveler into her breasts.
	“M-mn!” Klonoa grunted and wriggled against her hand. He’d crane his head up to try and look her in the eye, who he noticed was blushing and smiling her thick lips at him. “Wh-what is ‘here’? Where am I?” Klonoa shouted out. 
	“Oh, you’re in the Women’s Licentious Resort!” the goat cheered. “It’s where women like me go to enjoy the aid of traveling boys as they tend to our poor poor bodies. I’ve been in the waiting room for ages, when you suddenly appeared!” Suddenly, she leaned in to smack a kiss upon his forehead.
	“Nngh!” Klonoa grunted and flailed about a little. The goat brought her lips off of him, leaving behind a rich purple stain. 
	“My name’s Toriel!” she said. “And who might you be, dear?” 
	“Ngh…” Klonoa grunted as he took in the feeling of Toriel’s makeup. His fur is matted down and clinging lightly to the flesh beneath his fur, slightly uncomfortable. “O-oh, m-my name’s… K-Klonoa,” Klonoa answered. 
	“Oh what a cute name!” Toriel gushed. “Where’d you come from?”
	“Uh…” Klonoa furrowed his brow as he searched his memory for anything. However, his memory could only go back to the moment he woke up near this “Woman’s Licentious Resort” Toriel described. “I, uh… I… don’t know. I can’t remember anything past me waking up outside.” Toriel tilted her head curiously.
	“Hm, that’s funny,” Toriel remarked. “Hm… maybe I can speak with someone here and see whether or not they saw where you came from. After you and I hang out, however.” The goat was walking through a hall and glancing at several sliding doors akin to the entrance into the building. Ordinarily, several door handles over here would have a red mark on the handle to signify they were, ahem, occupied. However, the doors were empty, with several attendees still in their waiting rooms. Meant more picking for her.
	Toriel approached the nearest door, which she slid open and closed behind her. From there, she twisted a tumbler on it, locking the door and making a red mark on the door’s handle. She sighed and walked deeper into the room, which had a cushy massage table in it, a rack full of various oils, and opposite it was a cabinet with “Toys” etched into it in pink. There was also a chair big enough to accommodate her and her tush, and in the corner adjacent from that was a shower area, except this corner went deeper into the back wall and into a much large, and heated, pool. She debated on using that, but for now, she headed to the chair, before turning and plopping her big rump upon it.
	Once there, she brought her hand off Klonoa’s back and let him sit up, where h could look around the room he now was in. 
	“W-woah… Th-this looks kinda nice,” Klonoa remarked. Toriel smiled at the boy’s curiosity as he scanned over the room curiously. She reached up and held one of his long ears, where she’d gently rub her thumb from the tip to the base. “W-woah~” Klonoa muttered as she gently stroked his ear. He’d soon lean into her hand, his lips trembling as she pet. Eventually, she brought her other hand up to grasp the other ear, which she also rubbed. Klonoa’s eyes were shut tight as she rubbed and rubbed. Now, instead of leaning into her hands, his head wobbled side to side like a metronome.
	“So cute, my child~” Toriel cooed as she kept on rubbing. She’d lean in closer and closer to his face, seeming to’ve melted due to the pleasure. His arms were up and in a begging pose akin to a dog. She leaned in and smooches his face while he was too focused on her petting than what else was going on around him. Her lips’d wrapped around his brow and his muzzle as she gently suckled, stamping his face with another stain. She pulled away with a squelching noise, but didn’t go all the way away. Instead, she leaned up to gently bite Klonoa’s hat, before leaning back and gently tossing it to the ground beneath the chair. 
	Eventually, she’d stop the petting and release his ears. Klonoa sighing with contentment as he sat there. 
	“You are adorable, my child,” Toriel cooed. 
	“Nm~ Thanks,” Klonoa said. He hadn’t even realized his hat was gone for a few moments, but soon he’d come to register what that breeze between his ears was. But before he could ask about that, Toriel brought up a hand and gently rubbed her thumb on his scalp and behind his ears. “A-ah~” Klonoa gasped as she did so. 
	“Mmm, such soft fur~” Toriel cooed once more as she pet and pet and pet. 
	“Mmm~ M-Ms. Toriel~” Klonoa cooed. Soon, she stopped rubbing and instead brought her hand down to wrap around his back. 
	“You’re already making this trip so worth it,” Toriel said. She leaned in and pecked his cheek, getting more grunts and moans from Klonoa. He carefully reached up and clasped one of her cheeks as she kissed. Eventually, she’d pinch at his shirt and pull on it, though the dream traveler would grab it in  defense. 
	“M-Ms. Toriel?” Klonoa said uneasy. 
	“It’s fine, my child,” Toriel said as she tugged again. She pulled upwards, and soon Klonoa would find his t-shirt yanked up his neck, over his head, and gone, leaving his bare torso, which he tried to cover up by wrapping his arms in front of himself. Toriel let out a cute giggle of affection. She stroked his back, and could feel his legs quivering upon her breasts. “Adorable~ You are so adorable, my child~” She leaned in to kiss his chin, which got the dream traveler to shiver about moreso. After that smooch, gravity seemed to shake him up and knock him down on his butt. 
	With him down, Toriel leaned in and gently wrapped her lips around his shoes, before she began to pull.
	“Wah! M-Miss Toriel!” Klonoa said defensively. But she kept pulling and pulling, until they were yanked off. Then, she swung her head to the side, letting them flop onto the ground. Like that, he was left only in socks and shorts, and feeling more and more exposed. “Wh-what kind of establishment is this?!” 
	“Just a little bit of fun for us, and a bit of pleasure for boys like you~” she cooed. She bent down, before thrusting her chest upwards, launching the boy into the air, him squealing as he did so. She propped her breasts up, ready to catch him, but Klonoa began shaking his ears, netting himself some airtime. Toriel raised a brow before peering up, seeing the little guy flapping his ears and floating away, though he was still descending. Toriel climbed off her chair, and began to approach. Eventually, Klonoa made it at the door Toriel brought the two of them in through.
	He tried to fit his fingers into the crack in the doorway, but he could feel a yanking on his tail. He peered back and could see Toriel with a firm grip on his tail, a slightly miffed look on her face. Though, it seemed to bear some hunger to it as she looked towards his backside. 
	“Come on~ This’ll be a fun experience for you~” she cooed.
	“M-Ms. Toriel! I-I’m starting to feel weird about this!” Klonoa declared as he kept trying to pull at the door. However, her hand advanced from the tip of his tail down to his base. And once there, she gave a light chuckle, and pinched at his buttocks. Klonoa yelped in response and leapt up in surprise. With him airborne, Toriel brought her hands out and caught him. 
	“A quick child, aren’t you~?” she cooed as she squeezed Klonoa against her torso. His back was pressed against her belly, and his head was buried partway into her cleavage. Meanwhile, he could feel her massive boobs weighing down on his shoulders. Klonoa squealed and wriggled around as she held him tight, before she turned around and walked back to the rear end of the room. “Mmm~ You feel so cute tucked away in there~” Klonoa kept wriggling and kicking, even as she walked near the massage table.
	She then moved him away from her body, before hoisting him up and setting him down on his back upon the massage table. 
	“Wah! Wh-what am I gonna do here, Ms. Toriel?” Klonoa asked with concern. Looking up, he could see Toriel looming, her shadow seeming to eclipse him. She leaned in close, licking her lips hungrily. Klonoa shivered at that… And felt the urge to cross his legs to defend his lower parts. She leaned in closer and closer, and gently placed a finger on his chest to pin him down. Meanwhile, her other hand came to pinch a pantleg, before pulling downwards. Klonoa shuddered and fidgeted around. “M-Ms. Toriel!” 
	Toriel simply hummed to herself merrily as she pulled and pulled, soon leaving behind his cute underwear. Klonoa could see her blush… and see her hand wandering
	“Toriel!!!” Klonoa squealed. Then, he gasped out upon touchdown. Toriel’s index and thumb gently pinched around his bulge, them gently rubbing either side of his shaft. Klonoa gasped and panted as she rubbed circles into his dick. The dream traveler  was blushing deeply as she rubbed and rubbed, and he could only kick around and wriggle. Of course, a young boy like him would be putty in her hands now that she was doing something like this. He got harder and harder, a tent forming. She blushed and a bit of drool escaped as he soon got right and rigid. 
	After that, she gently spread open the slit on his underwear, allowing his dick to pop right on out and into the clean air of the room. It throbbed and heaved and Klonoa gasped out, blushing deeply as he was exposed to her. He reached up and tried to push the fingers on her chest, grunting as he tried to remove it. However, Toriel seemed unabated, merely leaning in towards his adorable body part. And the closer she got, the more she began to lull her tongue forwards. Soon, she was down at his legs, where she’d plant her tongue against his ankles, before licking up them and towards his face.
	“Ah~!” Klonoa gasped as she did so. His legs and arms quivered, his feet kicking about in stimulation as her large tongue traveled more and more up him. Then, her tongue was upon his dick, which brought forth a sharp gasp from the boy. Rather than continue up, she’d stop in place and let her tongue cradle his cock, her warm breath softly beating against his tip. Her tongue wiggled teasingly against his cock, before she leaned her lips in wickedly close. 
	“Mmm~ Klonoa~” she cooed hungrily. Faster than the dream traveler could voice his protest, Toriel suddenly swooped in, her mouth wide open to accept him into her. Klonoa shut his eyes tightly and squealed intensely as the large goat’s lips had wrapped around the base of his shaft, her massive tongue slurping and coiling around his poor dick. She moaned in elation and bobbed upon it, her purple lipstick painting everything from the base and to his tip. Klonoa kicked and flailed around as he was lewdly assaulted, his thighs squeezing around her head while she held her intense, suction-y smooch.
	“Nngh!” Klonoa grunted as she sucked and sucked. He kicked around in discomfort as the massive woman sucked him and licked. He throbbed and throbbed, his cheeks bright red as he began panting. But eventually, she’d gently slide her lips off of him, letting him gasp. Toriel then leaned in just above his waist, where she’d kiss, getting him to squirm a little more as her sucking lips tickled him. She’d give a few more kisses, before planting her tongue on his stomach and licking upwards. “H-ha~” Klonoa nervously muttered as her muscle tickled him. He squirmed a little more, especially as her tongue gently lapped at his chest. Soon, she was up to his neck, where she’d lean in and smooch, getting him to gasp once more. 
	“Mmm~ I love you, my child~” Toriel cooed. She moaned softly as she leaned in to kiss his neck again. And again and again. The boy would soon be left with a necklace of purple, hickey after hickey gently bruising under his fur as she suckled and smooched. Despite her being off of his dick, that didn’t stop his cock from throbbing as she assailed his poor, sensitive neck. He’d then gasp out as Toriel adjusted herself, pressing her boobs down on him. She’d smooched almost his entire body, leaving his feet and everything above his shoulders exposed. Unfortunately, this meant that a certain something was in her grip…
	“N-ngh~” Klonoa grunted. He wriggled about in protest, unable to move much due to her massive breasts weighing down on him. Which meant there was no escape. With a few more wriggles, she managed to slip the boy’s cock right into her cleavage, where she’d squeeze her upper arms together to squeeze it tightly. He panted and twitched, moaning and blushing profusely. And, meanwhile, Toriel would lean her head down towards his face, her licking her lips as she loomed overhead. 
	Klonoa’s eyes widened as he watched her lean closer and closer, closing her eyes and puckering her plump, purple lips. Closer and closer she came, and Klonoa would try to wriggle away. But her boobs had him in place, them weighing down like a boulder and wrapping around him like a vice. Then, she made contact, her lips planting down on Klonoa’s as she twisted her head to attempt to deepen the kiss. And that moment was too much for the boy.
	He squealed and gasped, and in the moment, the stimulation was too much for him. He bucked his hips a little, squealing and gasping, before letting out a great big squeal. Simultaneously, he came into her cleavage, his virgin cock worn down from all the teasing and attention. He soon sighed and went limp on the ground, panting. Toriel would bring her lips off of him, a wide smile on her lips. 
	“Oh, you’re just what I needed!” she cooed. “Oh thank you, dear, thank you!” Klonoa, meanwhile, could only lie there and pant. He was spent, overwhelmed with the new sensations. He felt dirty, used… but he couldn’t help but feel some slight attraction towards what he went through. “Oh, I’d hate to hog you all to myself, you’re too good to just keep!” She’d then pull herself free from him, letting his now flaccid cock flop out and back on him. Some of his cum stained his underwear, thighs, and belly. Toriel then began to walk over to the shower. Where she’d undress before stepping in. Not that Klonoa was paying attention to her, as he was a bit too preoccupied.
	He grunted and climbed up onto his rump, where he’d peek down on his dirty form. 
	“Ugh… That… Wow…” he said in a mixture of awe and shock. He glanced around, and heard the shower running. He peered back, where he’d notice that the glass surrounding the shower was not mosaic, which meant her bare body was on display. Not that he wanted to keep an eye on it, at least not for now. In the moment, he figured he should leave this room. He then tucked his dick back in through the slit on his underwear, before he went to the edge of the massage table and leapt down. Once there, he glanced around to try and find his clothing… which’d mysteriously vanished.
	“Huh?” he pondered. Toriel was entirely on him, so she couldn’t have done anything with the stuff, could she have? His hat and shoes should be near that chair, but he could see no sign of any of them. Same thing for his shorts, nowhere near the massage table. This was an exceptionally bad position for him, if he couldn’t find them… He wearily approached the door and opened it up. He kept as much of himself inside as he poked his head out, where he’d glance left and right, fearful of any sign of other ladies. 
	Eventually, his eyes would widen and his ears would snap up in shock. For, towards the right, he could see his cap, shoes, and shorts bundled up into a ball, them held by a pair of dainty white gloves. The hands carried the clothing down the hall, to wherever their destination is. Wherever it was, if Klonoa didn’t follow, he’d lose his precious coverage. Casting his worry to the wind, Klonoa shoved himself past the door, and began chasing after the bundle of clothes.
	“Hey! Give that back!” he shouted at the disembodied hands as they carted his goods away. He raced fast and fast, but the bundle of clothes seemed just barely faster, at least at his current speed. The dream traveler pumped his legs faster and faster, and kept on racing after them, and for a moment he could swear that he was beginning to catch up to it. However, being the seemingly the only creature racing through the halls right now, he was causing a bit of a raucous, especially for a certain lady in a waiting room similar to the one Toriel was in.  
	Klonoa kept running and running, still trying to snatch up the bundle of clothes. As he runs, he’s too focused on his stolen stuff to notice a door open up. The bundle flew around a corner, Klonoa skidding to turn it. He ran and ran, until his tail was the only thing peeking past the corner. However, he found his running path swiftly come to a halt. He grunted as he stumbled forwards, feeling an invisible force holding him back by the tail. He nearly falls on his face, though is able to flap his ears to keep himself aloft. After that, he glanced over his shoulder to get a read on who was holding him, only to find a golden aura coiled around his tail like a hand. 
	His fight stopping, Klonoa was pulled back around that corner, too fast to even grab at the wall. Yanked back into the hallway, he looked back, and was able to see, what he assumed to be, the source of his problem. There stood a lady a head taller than Toriel, and porcelain white fur. She bore a pair of similarly-colored wings, and a similarly-colored horn on top of her head, said horn generating a shining aura akin to what was grabbing Klonoa’s tail. She bore hips significantly larger than Toriel’s, probably big enough for Klonoa to lay on a cheek six and a half times over. Her bustline, meanwhile, wasn’t as large as Toriel’s. Her assets were wrapped up in a bikini as shiny as treasure, to the point where Klonoa almost though she was wearing a two-piece made of gold. She also bore a set of hooves though she stood upright like a person, and an almost ethereal, flowing, pale mane and similarly-flowing and colorful tail. For a moment, Klonoa was almost mesmerized by the appearance of this lady, who’s long face lit up upon spying him. 
	The pony-like creature pulled Klonoa back more and more, getting a gasp from him as he’s yanked by the tail up into the air, before a foreleg came up to hoist him against her chest, the boy gasping. 
	“Oh heavens, I was starting to think this brothel was a bust!” the pony cooed in a motherly tone while rocking the dream traveler side to side. 
	“Mmf!” Klonoa grunted as he remained stuffed against her body. He wriggled about, before planting his hands on the body and pulling his head away from her, allowing himself to gasp for fresh air. 
	“U-ugh…” he groaned. “U-uh, ma’am? C-could you set me down, please? Some kind of thing had stolen my clothes, it’s going that way,” he said, pointing towards the corner.
	“And gifted to me freshly naked too! Oh, this is better than I could’ve dreamed of!” she continued in that same tone. She leaned down and smooched him, her lips managing to cover from his chin to his forehead, getting him to wriggle further, until she popped those lips off of him. “Bleh! Ugh, m-ma’am-!” 
	“Now, I must test out one of these pleasure rooms I’ve heard about,” the pony said. While holding Klonoa, she walked towards one of the sliding doors lining the hallway, these seeming similarly unoccupied as what Toriel had gone in before. She opened it up, before sliding it shut behind her, the door laid out similarly to what Klonoa saw beforehand. “Now, I must ask for your name, my little servant.”
	“Servant?” Klonoa repeated in an almost gag. “M-ma’am! You can’t be serious!” 
	“Oh, I got one of the fighter boys, too! How quaint!” the pony cheered. “I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Celestia. I am many things, but here, I am merely a patron unloading some stress. And you are…?” Klonoa kept wriggling, before groaning in defeat and going limp in her grip. He glanced up at her, and sighed. 
	“…Klonoa…” he said. 
	“Oh what an adorable name, my little servant!” she cheered again. She’d then wrap Klonoa’s whole body up in the golden aura, before levitating him out of her grip. She’d stretch her back a little, before lying down on that massage table that, apparently, was in each room. She sighed and began hovering Klonoa close.
	“Now, do you boys usually require your patrons to be undressed? Or will my bikini be fine here?” she asked. There wasn’t any teasing tone to it, it was as if she felt it was a genuine question. Klonoa, meanwhile, struggled against the magic, though it seemed wrapped around him like some kind of suit that he couldn’t take off. There was a sleeve for his arms, sleeves for his legs, and he couldn’t pull either of his limbs out of them. He seemed perfectly trapped in her magic. He squirmed a little more, before sighing. He could try to explain to her that he didn’t work here, that he didn’t know any of the rules. But, if the situation with his fleeing clothes was anything to go by, he wouldn’t be able to get it through her head. Right now, the best he could hope for was to keep this as nonhumiliating as possible. 
	“C-clothed would be better,” he said. 
	“Really? Alright,” Celestia said. She’d then use her magic to send the dream traveler back, before sitting him down on his shoulders, just above her wing stems. However, before the magic faded completely, it’d grabbed his gloves and yanked them off, the boy trying to stand up to reach them, though they were quickly thrown to the ground below. He groaned in distress. 
	“My back has been doing me no favors,” she said. “My little servant, won’t you please rub all that discomfort away?” Klonoa rose a brow in confusion. 
	“W-what?” he muttered. 
	“You know~ Like this~” To answer, she used her magic to grab Klonoa’s hands, before extending them forwards and placing his hands on either shoulder. She used her magic to move them in a rubbing motion, before relieving her control of them, leaving the young dream traveler just sitting there. “Just repeat those motions, won’t you, my little servant~?” Klonoa stood still for a moment, in pause, before eventually sighing. 
	He brought his hands down on her shoulders, and began rubbing circles into her shoulder blades. She sighed and wriggled in place. She seemed happy enough, the boy just doing this. He’d carefully dig his palms into her shoulders, his digits tickling her a little, before carefully dragging down. She’d sigh as he’d repeat and repeat. 
	“Yes, just like that~” she cooed. “And, if you’ll please, do tend to the rest of my back while you’re there, won’t you?” Klonoa sighed. Eventually, he’d stand up, taking a few careful steps as he rose up. He’d turn around, and take a few careful steps. Each step of his tiny feet got a gentle coo out of Celestia, who seemed to relax under his cute feet. He’d soon make it below her wing line, before kneeling down to rub at her midback. While he was turned towards her rear, he’d be aware of… it. 
	A few feet further down her back, he could see none other than her massive rear, each buttock standing like a sizable hill, seeming to reach up to about Klonoa’s thighs. He still had a hard time believing that this was real, that there were creatures so large compared to him. Part of him feared that if he made one wrong turn, he could get eaten alive. Fortunately, they seemed happy enough toying with him, though that just meant being forced up against their smooth bodies. Meanwhile, Celestia would sigh as he rubbed upon her spine. 
	He’d march about and find new spots to rub down, noticing portions of muscle that were alarmingly tight. He supposed that she was at least right about needing a massage. He could see Celestia’s tail flick about excitedly. She seemed awfully happy, though he wasn’t sure whether it was because he was massaging her, or if it was because she had him under her control basically. Given how massive her form was compared to him, it took a long time to cover her. 
	Eventually, Celestia would feel that the kinks in her back were worked out. How fortunate. However, Klonoa wouldn’t realize the mischievous glint in her eye. She had something wicked planned. 
	“Oh, my poor legs,” she muttered. “My little servant, would you please be a dear and tend to my tush?” Klonoa’s eyes widened, his ears shook in shock, and his tail went straight. “There is so much tension in my buttocks. I don’t know if I’d be able to stomach another step while these are filled with such stress~” 
	“M-ma’am, I don’t feel comfortable about this…” Klonoa muttered, making sure he was turned away from her rear. Lord knows he didn’t want to risk a single peek at that room-sized asset. 
	“Aw, honey~” Celestia pleaded. Klonoa couldn’t explain it, but part of him felt kind of upset over her tone. Deep down, he sort of felt like he really hurt her. It gnawed at his core, and eventually he’d let out a sigh. 
	“O-ok…” he muttered. He brought up both ears to cover his eyes, tying a knot around the back of his head, before marching in the direction that he knew was the butt. He got closer and closer, before hitting his foot against the upper edge of her maximum gluteus maximus. He flailed his arms a little as he was struck by the shift in environment, finding himself falling forwards and smacking upon her cushy cheek. Upon touchdown, he’d hear Celestia give a little giggle, confirming to him how silly this situation was. 
	He shook his head and brought his hands forwards, finding some handholds. He’d end up grasping the slid of undies over her the valley between her cheeks, and a handful of booty. The patron let out a gentle moan and blushed, her rump shaking a little, jostling Klonoa.
	“H-hey! Hold still!” he said. He sighed, having his hand glide down the length of the undies while trying to take careful handholds, dragging himself further up the remarkably smooth buttock. Before long, he was up on top of the buttock, though was still crawling towards her legs, his ears preventing him from realizing where he was. However, a quick jolt of magic held his body before turning him around carefully. 
	“Easy there, my little servant. You’re right where I want you~” Celestia cooed. That got Klonoa to blush, a gentle reminder that he was completely in her thrall, left to her whim to do only what she wanted. Either way, he was where she needed him, smack dab in the middle of her left buttock. So, while still blindfolded, he carefully poked around, brushing his fingers along her rump. It started as simple brushstrokes, before becoming circular motions as he’d dig his palms in, at which Celestia’s tongue would usher forth from her lips. 
	“Are you quite alright back there?” Celestia asked. 
	“O-of course…” Klonoa said. 
	“Looks like it’d be awfully hard to do your job with your ears like that~” 
	“N-no, I’m fine-,” Klonoa tried to say. However, he’d feel that aura on the back of his ears. Faster than he could react, the knot he’d tied was undone, and at that, his ears flopped back down to his sides, though his eyes were shut. 
	“There~ No back to your job, if you please~” Klonoa was too worried to move. He felt extremely vulnerable like this, and like he was about to incur the assault of some hungry cougar. And yet, right beneath him, he could feel the almost hypnotic allure of what was just under his knees and hands. Then, against his wishes, his eyes would crane open to look upon the buttock. Once more, he was in awe, moreso now that he was directly on top of it. It’d absolutely eclipsed him! She could probably sit down and he’d be left to explore his new prison for what could be hours! He’d just have to hope that idea would never cross her mind. Unfortunately, that idea’s crossed her mind, especially as she saw how tiny he looked perched upon her butt cheek. 
	Still, that boy was rubbing, the pony sighed as he went to work upon her. Meanwhile, she could practically feel him heating up in excitement. She was slowly getting sick of teasing him. She’d played with her food for so long, she needed to eat. Eventually, Klonoa decided that he was satisfied with rubbing this buttock, at which he’d stand up and begin walking towards the next cheek, soon arriving at the valley between. Thank goodness there was the strip of fabric between him and that pit. Still, he didn’t want to tease the waters. So, he picked up a foot, and tried to step across to the other glute. 
	Unfortunately, Celestia was on the prowl. She utilized some magic, and ensnared a bit of her fabric, before hoisting it up. She managed to strike the lifted foot in the heel and knock the dream traveler off balance, him falling on his back with a yelp. She kept the fabric lifted before gently shaking her booty a little. Klonoa would find himself begin to glide down Celestia’s smooth buttock… and straight into the abyss!
	“W-wait!” he yelped. He spun around and tried to grasp a bit of her buttock. Though it took him too long to do so. He managed to get a handhold of the stuff, but everything under his shoulders was in the path of the lifted fabric. He could hear her snicker, before releasing the fabric. Then, like a rubber band, the clothing snapped back into place, bapping him in the face and causing him to lose grip. “Waaah!” he squealed as he was sent swiftly into the pit.
	Celestia smirked and snuggled into place, her panties having successfully captured a boy. She could feel his tiny form, trying desperately to hold onto some of the walls beside him and trying to climb up. However, a quick hop of her hips would swiftly undo any progress he’s made, causing him to fall deeper into the crack. He was huffing and puffing, feeling a slight sense of terror within his prison. Despite this, his heart would race and he’d blush deeply, being left in a terrifying pit… and yet…
	His thighs quaked, and he got all tingly, him blushing deeply. Celestia giggled as she felt him squirming in place. 
	“You feel so cute down there,” she said. “It’s like I have a little dog in a cage, or on a leash. Hmhm~ Your struggling only makes it better. You’re entirely at my mercy, aren’t you~?” Klonoa could hear her lick her lips, which only got him more shvier and all sweaty. “Mmm~ I’m hungry, my little prey~” Klonoa gasped as her buttocks spread a little, which the dream traveler had to hold on tight to stay aloft. Then, each glute suddenly slammed together, sandwiching around him and causing him to sputter and gasp. 
	Her buttocks had squeezed tightly around him, seeming to mold around his shape. Including his “new friend”, a friend that was unfortunately too happy to get hugged by his captor’s butt. 
	“Ngh!” he squealed, shuddering and writhing about in the grip of her butt. He writhed about, but he was stuck in a vice-like grip. He was going nowhere, and would very likely be a victim to this licentious client. And, sure enough, with a haughty smirk, Celestia would shift her cheeks around, grinding upon his poor dick and eliciting more shakes and moans from Klonoa. “C-Celestia!” The grand pony, however, hummed merrily as she kept on wriggling his booty around, squeezing him and grinding his poor dick. 
	Klonoa tried to pull himself up and back away, but he seemed to fit nicely in between her buttocks. The heat coming off of them, and the heat of his own arousal made sure the whole pocket was muggy and smothering. He felt like his fur was going to catch fire or something! And his cock! She was squeezing and milking, covering every inch of it. Her rump was so soft, so smooth, slick with sweat and a bit of the dream traveler’s pre. This attack would be murder to any normal man, and Klonoa was far less than the normal man. 
	It took little time. Little, little time, and Celestia’s butt was able to squeeze a squeal out of him, and force him to cum between her cheeks. He panted and panted, and her butt mercifully stopped grinding, Celestia sighing with contentment. 
	“So cute~” she muttered. “But so little… I want more~” Klonoa’s eyes widened at her sudden hungry tone, and the world around him ground about and continued squeezing him. He gasped and wriggled harder and harder. 
	“W-wait-!” he gasped out. However, her butt was merciless. She ground and ground and ground, biting on her tongue as she battered the poor boy. All the while he begged and pleaded for her to stop and let him out. Despite this, or maybe even spurred on by this, Celestia would keep on rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. She wanted nothing more than to squeeze out every last bit of him. And so she would, Klonoa forced to cum between her cheeks again.
	And again.
	And again.
	And again. 
	Klonoa felt like it’d been hours, but finally he would be given a break, Celestia seeming to stop. For a moment, she seemed to realize that he’d given his last. The pony soon stopped, and sighed. She’d lower her panties, and then utilize her magic to free the boy, allowing his panting, soaking wet form to hover in the air a little. 
	“Oh, you really are something, my little servant~!” Celestia cooed. “Oh, but I fear that I’d reduce you to another cutie mark if I kept playing with you.” Klonoa could scarcely speak up, only wriggle about weakly, his mind practically fried from the heat, the smothering steam, and all the “attention” his “friend” got. He was totally limb, only held up by the magic hoisting him. “Worry not, you may rest, dear~” With that, she began walk towards the shower, her opening it up, before setting Klonoa inside, on the ground, and closing the door. 
	The Dream Traveler could finally rest, and took in some fresh breaths. He’d wait and wait, before glancing to the side when he heard the door close. He glanced, and saw that the pony was dragging a chair over, before setting it into place. Klonoa’s eyes widened, and he tried to climb up, though he was still weak. Before he could get close to the door, Celestia set the chair in place, sealing the door up. Klonoa would finally approach, and test the door. Sure enough, that chair was too heavy.
	“Man…” Klonona said, stumbling back. He peered up, and could see Celestia sitting in that chair. It seemed like he’d have no chance of getting out of here. However, he peered towards the passage in the shower. It looked like it led into some sort of pool area, like he figured when he saw the shower in Toriel’s room. He wasn’t getting out of here any time soon, and if he was to get out, then it would be to serve that aggressive pony some more. And heavens know he’s not letting himself get used like that again. 
	He’d carefully glance towards Toriel while inching towards the passage, before heading out, hoping not to encounter any other issues.