Amethyst’s Spring Mini Stories 2025

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Trading Gifts & Eating Favours

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Mmmm…”

The mare girl panted softly, lips parted, as she rolled her hips lusciously up to meet the lamia girl’s keen tongue. Truthfully, it was not a natural position for her to be in at all, considering that the lamia girl had threatened the herd she’d been a part of out in the meadow several times in her life there. She should not at all have been as comfortable as she was around the other giantess – and yet it was funny how things, in the end, turned out like that.

Lavella had won her over, though it had taken plenty of time and many, many tiny gifts. Once the lamia girl had worked out that the mare girls adored being gifted tinies and loved elves even more, Lavella had increasingly experimented. They tended to want to keep elves around for longer, playing with them, but humans were the preferred choice for eating – and some of the mare girls were simply gluttonous, as was their right.

The mare girl’s pale white-blonde tail spilled over the bed as she relaxed back, her hips propped up on a coil of the lamia girl’s tail. Lavella helped her adjust the angle of her hips subtly, though Rhonwen was lost in the moment already, the lamia girl lapping up deeply into her. Her tongue plunged deep and the mare girl moaned openly, her hands gentle on Lavella’s head. She stroked over her face, tenderly teasing the tips of her fingers over the hidden folds of skin there, though she did not pry deeper.

To be so close to a predatory giantess (okay, so the mare girls were omnivores too, but it was different when it came to a lamia) sent a rippling thrill through her as she groaned in the back of her throat. Her tail tried to twitch, trapped under her buttocks, but it was merely a reflex, her body striving to work through the light tension layering her.

Ah, but it had to build, however, the tingling warmth seeping through her as the lamia girl’s eyes gleamed. Lavella pressed in closer, as if she was trying to take the mare girl’s legs and hips into her mouth, but she didn’t need to do as she did with Lyria, devouring Rhonwen as she ate her out.

No… The lamia girl could covet a flavourful playmate as much as one she could dominate. And, truly, neither one of them was dominant right there and then, even as she teased and enjoyed the mare girl’s reactions. She quivered sweetly as Lavella lapped up against her, tracing the line of her soft, plump folds, swollen with blood and the heat of desire curling through her.

The mare girl squirmed against her lips and tongue and she plunged the sleek appendage deep, searing heat through Rhonwen’s silken passage. Her sex clenched around her tongue – ah, but the mare girl was not quite there yet. She had to work up a treat like that slowly, twisting and curling her tongue back and forth inside Rhonwen.

There were sweet spots inside her yet to be uncovered and she caught the subtle buck of the mare girl’s hips against her. Lavella had always been interested in how Rhonwen had decorated her room, an artistic flair not being something she was all that familiar with. The difference in each picture was subtle as the mare girl’s style and skill with different mediums and tools grew, though Lavella’s keen eyes had raked over and absorbed every last image Rhonwen had created. For they were so much more than mere images, something deeper. Some clearly embodied the connection Rhonwen had to the other mare girls and her herd, but there were others the lamia girl was yet to decipher.

Like the one where the mare girl was standing on a hill, alone, open plains sweeping around her. Did that represent freedom or loneliness? The lamia girl was not one to ask questions, but her usual attitude of eating or dominating whatever “issue” was bothering or concerning her wasn’t going to work in that situation. It was not, perhaps, the most refined way of dealing with things either and Lavella more quietly thought through things, enjoying how she could interpret things differently too.

However, it was not as if she was there, laid luxuriously over Rhonwen’s bed, for altruistic reasons. She had been “given” a gift beforehand and there would be some wriggling, squirming human gifts going the mare girl’s way very soon – but Lavella would have to first collect them.

For, in her stomach, there was a certain elf, the bulge she made in the lamia girl’s snake body obvious as she settled in her stomach there. A coil twisted around and nudged against the elf from the outside, for she didn’t have the patience to break from eating out the mare girl and stroke that bulge, even though it could have sent pleasure soaring through her. She moaned into the mare girl’s pussy as her tongue dragged out and up over her clit, making heat pour into her.

Rhonwen huffed and panted, an arm thrown back over her head while the other hand stroked through the lamia girl’s dyed hair. She combed tenderly through the strands and fanned them out with her fingers, relaxing into the subtle shiver and ripple the lamia girl gave against her.

Even then, she couldn’t do too much. She had to submit, had to relax into pleasure as she eased her hips up in a light rock against the lamia girl’s lips. And that tongue… Oh, how that tongue made her blood run hot!

Rhonwen groaned, barely able to contain herself as Lavella pulled away from her pussy with a lightly wet slap of her tongue, dragging it up and over her clit. She paused there for a moment as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive nub, following the mare girl’s cues as to where she was overstimulated or not. A flick of her tongue darted back over Rhonwen’s clit when her hips had just started to sink once more, catching her off guard.

“Oh!”

Rhonwen moaned and the lamia girl pressed the attack, pulling her tongue subtly back into her mouth as she kissed her way back up the mare girl’s body. Her pussy, of course, was not the only part of her the lamia girl could tease and pleasure, making her grunt and groan for her.

Lavella smirked inwardly, enjoying the shift and rock of the giantess under her. Rhonwen was tall, but she still seemed small to Lavella, with her long snake body extending behind her. In all fairness, the mare girl’s bed was not reinforced for the lamia girl, but that was something they could talk about later. A part of Lavella’s coiled body spilled over the edge, so she didn’t have to put the bed frame through any more stress, but it was still, most likely, going to have to be stabilised for larger giantesses to share it with Rhonwen.

Rhonwen’s moans called the lamia girl on like a siren’s song as her tongue flicked out around her nipples, playing over the soft flesh until they rose to stiff peaks. The mare girl’s chest hitched under her and Lavella hissed softly, her snake body twisting in an obvious embodiment of her pleasure.

Inside her, the elf nicely filled her stomach and she teased over on to that part of her body, so Lyria was squeezed a little inside her, feeling a bit more pressure. She’d let Lyria out eventually, of course, but she was far too content with her prize at that time to think about something as mundane as that. Still, the weight of the elf felt good inside her, like she was full but also comfortably so. Of course, Lavella could have swallowed far larger meals.

Her tongue seared hot lines around the lamia girl’s breasts as she kissed her nipples, hands sliding up from Rhonwen’s hips in a smooth sweep. Rhonwen groaned and rocked her hips towards the lamia girl, desire pooling at her molten core.

“Ah… Please, no more teasing,” she begged, which was music to the lamia girl’s ears. “I gave you your gift already!”

“Mmmm…” Lavella hummed, though she obligingly kissed and lapped a soft, sensual path back down to her pussy, taking her time but also moving with purpose. “There are many tinies for you, you just have to give me all of you first.”

Rhonwen whimpered and the lamia girl’s body twisted around her, suddenly wrapping her up in her coils. She edged so she was laying on top of the giantess, her arms around one of the serpentine coils, hips rocking back that time on to an eager, flickering tone that played across her pussy as if Lavella was more familiar with Rhonwen’s body than even she was herself.

The change in position, however, brought Rhonwen over the wriggling bulge. She giggled, even as pleasure mounted within her, the lamia girl doubling down on her efforts, tongue plunging deep and dragging deliciously over her clit. Yet it was too tempting to pet the squirming bulge in Lavella’s body, hoping Lyria would not turn out to mind, in the end that she’d been traded for the delicious, promised human gifts.

She won’t mind…

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Even if being eaten meant that Lyria would be rather “occupied” for the time being. But that was of no real consequence as Rhonwen moaned and hugged Lavella tightly, trying to retain some manner of control of her senses. Yet that was not to be as heat pulled up within her, her body grinding back entirely of its own volition, need flaring with the driving, pounding beat of her heart.

It was coming, however, and she rubbed the Lyria-shaped bulge in Lavella’s snake body, a hitch in her breath. And yet the mare girl was never ready for it as a warm glow swelled through her, spreading through her entire body in the heartbeat before overwhelming, aching orgasm.

There was nothing like that bliss, even though it sometimes made the mare girl hunger for it all the more. One orgasm may not be enough when there was still the promise of so much more pleasure, perhaps with a squirming stomach full of tinies, but her body sang with raw energy through it all. Rhonwen’s moans rose to fill the room, pressing her cheek to the bulge of Lavella’s stomach and letting the wriggling elf carry her through her climax.

Even as her arousal doused Lavella’s tongue, the lamia girl lapping up into her, Rhonwen felt she was sharing the moment with Lyria too, a lewd, wet sound coming from her pussy. The mare girl’s breath juddered, unsure of how much noise she was making, but she hardly had it in herself to care, not in the slightest.

It was just so worth it to languish there, to let lust roll through her, her body rippling with waves of it. Inhaling deeply, she caught the earthen hue of the lamia girl’s body, though there was a new scent too – perhaps something the lamia girl had picked up. It reminded her a little of a fruiter edge, something with red berries, potentially, but it only helped seduce the mare girl deeper into the moment.

Inside the lamia girl, Lyria wriggled, feeling the confines of her stomach squeezing lightly around her, though she was sure that was just from the monster girl adjusting her position. Despite the restriction, it was the best place to be and she settled there, exhaling, eyes closed. It was not as if she could see anything inside there anyway, resting where she was safe and tucked away, having been devoured by one who took what she wanted without argument or concern in the slightest.

In being eaten by the lamia girl, she got to share in so much more, dreamily pressing the flat of her hand against the inside of Lavella’s stomach, feeling the vibrant life of the lamia girl pulsing through to her.

In trade, she really thought she’d got the best side of the deal.