Author's Note
Really. I am.
To all my regular followers, I apologize deeply for selling out. I forget who said it, but you were right. Either you die a decent author or you live long enough to write clop.
And how could I refuse? Many of my friends here on FimFic regularly write clopfics. Chuckfinley, Bronystories, theycallmejub, Nom de_Cheval, and others write clopfics that go above and beyond what one expects of the average lemon. So the moment this idea, crazy and stupid and detestable as it was, latched onto my brain, it held my motivation prisoner until it was finished. When one idea holds all your other ideas hostage, you have no choice but to write.
So here we have it. Yet another preposterous attempt at clopfic by Brony_Fife. Likely to be deleted out of shame once he realizes he fucked up yet again. Or maybe I just feel ashamed I wrote something like this in the first place; who knows. It's almost 4 AM and my mind is racing so I'll just post this fucking thing and get right back to my adventures and game crossovers that nobody reads.
Without further yapping, here's My Way, Your Way, Three Way.
I'm So Sorry For This.
They kissed.
The initial connection of their lips was nothing short of electrifying. It didn’t take long for Twilight Sparkle and Cheerilee to become more intimately familiar with one another, their hooves caressing each other’s backs as they made out in Big Mac's lap.
He stared at them, the heat in his body skyrocketing, his penis hurting with lust. A mean smile spread across his lips as he let the two mares—one he was dating and loved deeply, the other a good friend he and Cheerilee invited—go at one another. Big Mac leaned backwards a little in the bed as his engorged cock extended, resting each of his front hooves on the derrieres of his ladies and gently rubbing circles on them.
Twilight and Cheerilee broke their kiss with some reluctance, a thick line of saliva still connecting them. Twilight was the first to look down, and got a good look at the very object that made Macintosh big.
She let out a slow, sleazy whistle. “Whoa,” she whispered.
“Impressive, isn’t he?” Cheerilee asked as she rubbed the back of Big Mac’s ear. She looked into Big Macintosh’s eyes and was instantly magnetized. She slowly came in for another kiss.
As Big Macintosh and Cheerilee made out, Twilight couldn’t draw her eyes away from Big Macintosh’s penis. One part of her was curious as to whether or not it could even fit inside Cheerilee. The other part of her was curious as to whether or not it could fit inside her.
But, no rush. That was what those books on sex said: there’s no need to rush, take your time in exciting one another. Twilight breathed deep as she watched Cheerilee and Macintosh make out. She felt a small pang of jealousy creeping through her, knocking on every door in her mind’s hallways, reminding her that, sorry, Big Macintosh is dating Cheerilee. You’re only here on invitation to inject some deviancy and spice to their sex life.
That wasn’t a bad thing either way, Twilight thought. It just... would have been nice if Big Macintosh had chosen her instead. Well, maybe that’s the wrong thing to think: after all, Cheerilee worked hard to teach the foals of Ponyville. She deserved a stallion as good as Big Macintosh.
Twilight fought back those idiot thoughts. This isn’t about her at all. This is about them. Both of them. They’re wonderful ponies, and they wanted to enjoy her company in bed. Now is no time to be selfish.
She took a deep breath and put a hoof on either side of Big Mac’s shaft and began stroking it up and down in slow movements. Its girth was prodigious, like a burning hot log of stiff, aching meat. Twilight had moistened a little when she was kissing Cheerilee—and she was a damn good kisser, by the way—but now she was positively soaking the more she worked up Mac’s dick.
Cheerilee broke away from her kiss and looked at how intensely Twilight was pumping Big Mac. “Wow, she’s really getting into it, isn’t she?” Cheerilee asked Big Mac. She didn’t even need a verbal answer: the faraway expression of bliss in his eyes and the boyish smile spelled out everything.
Cheerilee worked her way around Twilight from where she sat, finally settling in behind her. She wrapped her forelegs around Twilight, eliciting a quiet gasp. Cheerilee gently shushed her, stroking her lower belly to calm her down. Poor thing. So skittish. This must be her first threesome, Cheerilee thought. Time to make all this a little easier on the poor dear.
She took deep breaths of the smell of Twilight's mane, her belly swelling against Twilight's back, then receding. Cheerilee began nibbling at Twilight’s ear, working her lips and teeth from the tip, to the cup, then her cheek, and then slowly down her neck, ending with a passionate lick where Twilight's neck met her shoulder. Cheerilee heard her moan a little as Mac grunted. Cheerilee looked forward and noticed that Twilight had stopped pleasuring Big Macintosh, her hooves frozen around his phallus. Mac gave Cheerilee this look: If only you could see the look on Twilight’s face.
Cheerilee breathed in her ear. “You need to keep going, Twilight.”
“O-Oh, right,” Twilight said, snapping back to reality. Her hooves went back to working at Big Mac’s shaft, but this time too eagerly, too quickly. Big Macintosh rolled his eyes in good humor at Twilight’s clumsiness, sitting up from his reclined position and drawing himself closer to her.
Big Macintosh then wrapped his forelegs around the two mares, his huge shaft pressed between himself and Twilight. The sticky heat caused Twilight’s heart to pound against her chest as if trying to break her ribcage.
Cheerilee giggled like a mare half her age as she continued stroking and kissing Twilight. Her hooves slowly went further and further down on Twilight’s belly until finally, she struck gold.
Twilight gasped as Cheerilee’s hoof casually brushed against her bulging clitoris. She was already leaking all over Big Mac’s cock, but this new sensation was splitting her mind in different directions. She clenched her teeth and prepared herself for what would come next.
With one hoof gently prodding Twilight’s clitoris, Cheerilee used her other hoof to stroke Big Mac’s penis. “I think she’s ready, Mac,” Cheerilee purred.
Big Macintosh nodded with a smile and scooted back a little. He looked at Twilight, freeing a hoof from Cheerilee’s side to bring Twilight’s face up to his. His smile was comforting and warm, easing Twilight’s nerves. He then drew in for another deep kiss. As Twilight moaned into Big Mac’s mouth, Cheerilee took Big Mac’s penis in both her hooves and put it inside Twilight’s vagina.
Twilight flinched as she felt his initial penetration, his head spreading her vagina’s lips, then finally the rest of his shaft following close behind. Sensations struck every nerve like little bolts of lightning, followed by this feeling of melting and being filled. Big Macintosh pulled away from the kiss and shared an intimate look with Twilight as he slowly put his dick deeper inside Twilight.
Twilight’s mind was spinning. Maybe it was the cider they’d all drank before coming upstairs to Cheerilee’s bedroom, but Twilight was pretty sure most of this sensation was coming from this mighty phallus filling her. Her vaginal walls clenched it eagerly, fitting it like a snug boot on a hoof.
Cheerilee had moved off the bed by now. She took Twilight and laid her down so that she was on her back, allowing Big Macintosh to reposition himself over her. He put his dick further and further inside until finally, it was as deep as it could go. Even then, there was still plenty left outside.
Twilight's breath escaped her in hoarse, desperate panting. “Oh, oh, son of…” She began to say something, but whatever it was left her mouth in a mumbling heap. She’d been with stallions before (As this was her first time with another mare), but they didn’t compare to Big Macintosh. She envied Cheerilee more than ever right now. Twilight might be here for one night, but Cheerilee would have him the rest of her life.
A pair of hooves embraced Twilight’s face as a mouth wrapped around Twilight’s horn, soft feminine lips enveloping the very tip. She looked up to see Cheerilee’s happy, shimmering green eyes looking down at hers. Slowly, Cheerilee lowered her head onto the horn, until she could no longer fit any more inside. She began to suck greedily at the horn while bobbing her head, sizzling Twilight’s brain with all kinds of sensations.
Then she felt Big Mac’s dick slowly pull out of her. When only the head remained, Big Mac gave her a nice, solid thrust. Twilight squeaked like a timid gerbil. This was too much. Getting fucked below and sucked off above. There were so many sensations—and too many at once—and—and—
Twilight lost her focus. This never happened in her other sexual encounters. Either of them. She was always the one in control of the situation. Not that she was dominant, she realized now; it was more along the lines that her mates were actually kind of boring. They didn’t know much more about sex than she did—or rather, she knew more about sex (thanks to her books) than they did.
But the books all said there would come a loss of control. It looked like she’d finally experienced that. Twilight began gasping for air as the fucking and sucking intensified. She squeaked and squealed as Cheerilee and Big Macintosh apparently turned this into a contest to see who’d get the cutest sounds out of her.
Cheerilee’s hooves came up to Twilight’s sides, where Big Mac’s hooves were. Twilight felt herself being rocked—pushed up by Big Macintosh’s powerful thrusts, only to be pushed back down by Cheerilee, who sucked her horn with loud and filthy slurps interspersed with girlish giggles.
After some minutes of this lovely rocking, Twilight finally felt something that had been coiling deep inside suddenly spring. With a scream, she came all over Big Mac’s dick, her white and sticky fluid coating both his nether regions and the bedsheets. Cheerilee’s mouth left her horn with a wet pop, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting the two.
The room spun around Twilight as little stars sparkled in front of her eyes. She felt high and dizzy and dumb. But above all else, blissful. Bliss. Yes. This was bliss, and she was floating in it. Any timidity she'd had up to this point was fucked right out of her.
“You did good,” Cheerilee giggled in Twilight’s ear.. She gave Twilight a kiss on the cheek as thanks.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh agreed. With that coin of wisdom dispersed, Big Mac pulled out of Twilight, letting the rest of her fluids spill over the bedsheets.
Cheerilee looked up to Big Mac, leaning her face on one hoof with a sleazy grin. He wondered for a second if he should worry. Cheerilee looked down at her boyfriend’s dick, now covered in Twilight’s mare-come. She sniffed nonchalantly. “That's, ah... quite a mess ya got there,” she said.
“Eeyup.”
“Looks like you need a cleanup,” Cheerilee said, and with a sexy, snakelike slither, she crawled over Twilight, pushing Big Macintosh back towards the bed’s headrest.
Her spry, pink tongue began licking off Twilight’s come, leaving nothing but a nice sheen on Big Macintosh’s dick. She looked up at Big Macintosh as she worked, and gave him a flirtatious wink. He rested a hoof on her head, lazily stroking her ear in encouragement.
Just then, Cheerilee yelped as she got off his cock. Big Mac raised an eyebrow. He leaned to the left a little and looked down. An amused smile spread over his lips.
When Cheerilee had clambered over Twilight, she hadn’t noticed that she had positioned herself so that her pussy was right above Twilight’s face. When Twilight had come down from her afterglow, she saw that sticky, leaking treasure right above her. Her front legs wrapped around Cheerilee’s rump, and without a second thought Twilight lifted her head into Cheerilee’s vagina and began eating away.
Cheerilee continued to look at Big Mac in surprised shock that initially-timid little Twilight had pulled something so bold. Then she blushed as Twilight continued to work her tongue inside Cheerilee's pussy, licking and twirling. She started making some of the same cute noises Twilight was making earlier.
Big Macintosh chuckled. He leaned over to Cheerilee and began making out with her again, this time the most intimately they’d kissed all evening. They lost themselves in one another, all the while Twilight losing herself inside Cheerilee.
Cheerilee suddenly escaped from the kiss, wrapping her forelegs around Big Mac and holding him tightly as she panted—then screamed—then cooed as she was put into afterglow. Big Mac held onto her as he looked over her shoulder.
Twilight was a greedy little thing. Big Mac couldn’t see her very well from where he sat, but he could hear her as she gulped and slurped all of Cheerilee’s juices. The messy sounds made his cock stiffen again.
Meanwhile, it looked like Cheerilee's mind had been blown, s l o w l y crawling out of her orgasm-induced stupor. Twilight swallowed Cheerilee's load with an intentionally audible and flirtatious gulp. Feeling even more emboldened, she gave Cheerilee's ass a playful spank, earning a cute squeak out of her.
Big Macintosh observed how his girlfriend’s ass jiggled from the slap, as if it was full of jelly. Cheerilee complained about her weight before—about the downside of getting older was that she was getting fat—but he never minded how much she weighed. Mostly because, come on, she wasn’t all that fat to begin with.
But…
“Hey, Twi,” he said, his deep baritone drawing Twilight’s attention.
“Yes, Big Macintosh?” she asked, startled that Big Mac said anything besides his trademark responses. “Did I screw up?”
“Not at all,” he said. “You know lotsa magic right?”
Cheerilee raised an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting, Mac?”
Her boyfriend looked her right in the eye and gave her a roguish grin. Still confused, Cheerilee looked to Twilight as she crawled out from under her and off the bed. “I know some sex spells,” Twilight said. “Did you need some Abra-Viagra?”
“What’s that supposed to imply?!” Big Mac jokingly accused. Cheerilee laughed as Twilight realized her poor choice of words. Big Mac waved a hoof. “I’m just jokin’. Hey, listen. I got me this, er… this kink, see.”
Cheerilee’s eyes widened. “Mac, don’t you dare.”
Big Mac’s roguish grin became meaner as he looked at his girlfriend, mischief dancing like a goblin in his eyes. “See, I’ve allus been powerful curious as to how my lady would look if—”
Cheerilee crossed her hooves menacingly. “Do it and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”
“We don’t even live in the same house,” Big Mac reminded her.
As Cheerilee pouted, Big Mac turned back to Twilight. “I’ve always wanted to know what Cheerilee would look like if’n she were a mite chubby.”
Twilight’s eyes widened at his request. She looked at Cheerilee and tried to picture her as a plus-sized mare. The mental image was nothing short of adorable: a chubby-faced, roly-poly burgundy mare smiling and laughing as she taught her class. Twilight smiled and shyly scratched at her muzzle. “Well, ah, sure, I know a spell for that.”
Cheerilee face-hoofed. “Oh, fuck-diddly-duck,” she cursed.
“But it's not permanent or anything!” Twilight said quickly, throwing up her front legs defensively. “It’ll wear off after a you fall asleep. Promise.”
Cheerilee looked from Big Mac—to Twilight—back to Big Mac. She was the one who asked if Big Mac wanted a threesome. She was the one who invited Twilight. While Cheerilee loved Big Macintosh from the bottom of her heart, she was still also into mares and needed a lady’s touch after going so long without it. It was only fair to humor Big Mac like he was for her.
Finally, Cheerilee relented. “All right, all right,” she said, defeated.
Big Macintosh and Cheerilee then got off the bed. “Okay,” Twilight said, backing up to make room for them on the floor. “This spell I’m about to cast will make Cheerilee gradually expand in size. You ready?”
“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh, suddenly getting back into character.
Cheerilee rolled her eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She looked to Big Macintosh and growled playfully, “I’m only doing this because I love you, you big idiot.”
Big Macintosh gave her his most charming grin. Despite her reservations about what was going to happen next, Cheerilee still found herself melting at that winning smile.
Twilight’s horn glowed for a few seconds. Then stopped.
Silence. Cheerilee looked around awkwardly. “…Is… Is that it?”
Twilight nodded. “Well… yeah.”
Cheerilee looked at a nearby mirror to see that she was still her same, relatively-thin self. She pursed her lips. “You sure? I don’t look or feel any different…”
“There’s a catch to this spell,” Twilight said. “Big Macintosh has to fuck you in order for it to work.”
Cheerilee did a double-take as Big Mac snorted a laugh. Big Mac shrugged, and then ambled up behind her, ready to go to work. Cheerilee blushed profusely. “A-Are you serious?!”
Twilight shrugged. “Hey, I had to make this interesting for me to watch.” She tossed Cheerilee a wink.
Cheerilee’s lips turned up into a disarmed grin and she sighed. Big Macintosh climbed up onto her, positioning himself for lovemaking. Cheerilee took a deep breath, then leaned down a little and prepared herself for perhaps the strangest rutting she might ever receive.
Big Mac’s penis gently plunged into her with a wet, slick sound. Despite getting eaten out earlier, Cheerliee’s juices started spilling again once Big Mac got behind her. Her eyes went half-lidded as she felt that familiar, welcoming feeling of Big Mac filling her the way no other stallion ever could… along with another, unfamiliar feeling.
It was not unpleasant, however; in fact, it was warm and comfortable. Like sinking into a nice, plush bed piled under soft blankets on a wintry afternoon. That feeling bathed Cheerilee in its warmth as Big Mac penetrated her, gathering in her belly and rump. It almost left her dizzy. Was this the spell at work?
Big Mac pulled out a little bit, then plunged back in with a slight grunt. Cheerilee let out a small sigh as her boyfriend’s huge cock—coupled with that warm, comfortable feeling—surged throughout her again.
Twilight got up on their bed and leaned back, splaying her hind legs, exposing her vagina—which was now showing signs of excitement. As she watched Big Mac and Cheerilee, she decided to help herself along.
After a few good thrusts, Cheerilee was beginning to show signs of the spell’s effect. Her belly began to hang a little lower and her rump began to expand slightly. Big Macintosh felt Cheerilee’s rump soften under his hooves. Just the feel of it excited him, encouraging him to plow Cheerilee faster and harder.
As Big Mac thrusted inside Cheerilee, her dimensions continued to expand like a balloon getting pumped full of air. Her rump was now big enough that Big Macintosh was almost being pushed off. Her belly had expanded and filled up so much that Mac had to occasionally stop so that he could let her spread her legs a little wider to accommodate. Before long, Cheerilee’s barrel was wider than a pony’s rump and her legs were thickened into small tree trunks. Her face even plumped up, becoming a pair of adorable chipmunk cheeks.
All the while, Twilight stroked herself a little harder, becoming surprisingly excited at what she was witnessing. She gulped hard as she neared her self-induced climax, watching Cheerilee grow and grow. She again envied her. Big Macintosh was every mare’s dream guy—he even had an adorably quirky fetish! And Cheerilee would have him forever…
By the time she and Big Macintosh were about to reach their climax, Cheerilee had gone from sporting a cute paunch to almost elephantine proportions. Finally, she and Big Macintosh began orgasming almost simultaneously, wailing and screaming each other's name as their fluids spilled all over each other.
For a few minutes, everypony was still, nothing but the sounds of hard breathing filling the room.
Big Mac had laid himself on Cheerilee’s big back, panting and heaving. His forelegs swept around Cheerilee's new body, taking in all the heavenly softness. He swept lower, getting his hooves on the sides of her belly, which was now too big for him to wrap his forelegs completely around. As he continued to recooperate himself, Big Mac gave Cheerilee's belly an affectionate caressing, followed by an equally affectionate nuzzle on Cheerilee's pudgy neck. He then kissed her ear and whispered something into it Twilight couldn't hear.
“Well,” Twilight said as she removed her hoof from her pussy and wiped off her juices on the sheets. “That was, uh… i-interesting to watch.”
“E-Eeyup,” Big Mac concurred, now finally regulating his breathing. He then dismounted Cheerilee, his now-softened dick flopping out of it with an even slicker noise that when it went in.
Cheerilee stretched and moaned, coming down from her afterglow. She let out an airy breath as she took in her new shape. She wasn't just big, she felt big. Like she was powerful enough to knock over a wall if she wanted to. Her belly was heavy and warm, and her rump jiggled with every slight movement.
Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. Her eyes widened in surprise, drinking in every detail of her now-full figure: her ample rump, chubby face, perfectly round belly. She was a lovably plump creature now, emitting a slight matronly glow like a mother hen.
A hoof slapped her ass, eliciting a surprised squeal. Big Mac had slapped her so hard and in the right way that her whole body jiggled like a water balloon. After her body ceased vibrating, Cheerilee gave Twilight an aside glance.
Twilight stood there, almost shyly. “...Hey, um, Cheerilee?”
“Yes?”
“Was it good for you?”
Cheerilee thought it over. The pleasant, alien feeling that likely marked her expansion was indeed good, made even better by her boyfriend’s powerful thrusts. She hadn’t orgasmed like that in a long time. Big Mac probably hadn’t come that hard in forever, either. Not to mention her new body actually felt comfortable, more than she'd assumed it would. She shrugged. “I forgive you,” she said. “But only under one condition.”
“Y-Yes?”
“Now that I’m bigger than you at least twice over…”
Cheerilee took one waddling step forward before suddenly tackling Twilight. Big Macintosh stared on in incredulity as Cheerilee sat on top of Twilight, the poor filly squealing in protest. It took a little struggling, but Cheerilee won and wrestled Twilight to the ground, squashing her flat underneath her huge ass. Cheerilee giggled cutely as she slowly rubbed her big belly, content with her victory over the mare who'd given it to her.
She looked to Big Macintosh with a come-hither stare, drawing him to her like a bear to a honeycomb. Before he could reach her for another makeout (And very possible fucking), Cheerilee made a strange face as the floor beneath her lurched and a flash of light colored everything magenta for a second.
Silence. Then, Cheerilee yelped in surprise as Twilight began to grow underneath her. She grew in short, sudden bursts, her form gradually growing taller and wider. Twilight's body became perfectly round and wonderfully solid, her alicorn wings eventually becoming too small to even humor flight. Before long, Twilight had grown to such a magnificent size that she easily carried Cheerilee on her back.
Cheerilee slowly climbed down off Twilight, her own fat belly squishing against Twilight's majestic heft as she slid down. Twilight turned around slowly, her lips crooking into a mean smile, her mammoth body jiggling with each step. When she and Cheerilee were face to face, she planted a cute kiss on Cheerilee’s muzzle.
“You’re fat,” Twilight joked.
“You’re fatter,” Cheerilee shot back before returning the kiss.
Twilight lifted a front leg and placed a hoof onto Cheerilee’s soft face as she brought her in for another passionate kiss. Their breathy moans got Big Macintosh stiff yet again, and as he watched these two big beautiful mares make out, he sat down, leaned against the wall behind him, and began stroking his member.
Cheerilee, now the smaller of the two, rested her wide rump on the floor as the larger mare leaned in more forcefully, taking the lead in the kiss. Now that her forelegs were free, Cheerilee wrapped them around Twilight’s barrel, drawing her even closer. Her forelegs weren’t even able to reach each other, instead sinking into plenty of soft, warm flesh.
Twilight broke the kiss suddenly, causing Cheerilee to lean forward, gasping, wanting more. Twilight smiled mischievously as she forced the smaller mare onto her back. Twilight heaved her heft upon Cheerilee’s and went a little further, grinding those huge hips of hers against Cheerilee. Their fat forms fluttered and rippled with each gyration. They both felt each other growing hotter, boiling with agonizing lust.
Twilight then sat up on Cheerilee as they both rocked their hips, mashing their mounds, belly sliding against belly, making glorious, subtle noises. Twilight's teeth clenched and Cheerilee crushed her eyes shut as their pussies kissed one another, their juices slowly leaking and spreading like butter on a biscuit. They continued this lovemaking for what must have been an eternity—no wait, a look at the clock said seven minutes. Good enough.
Twilight looked over at Big Macintosh, watching as he stroked his engorged penis. He had been inside her before when she was skinny. How would it feel now that she was fat? She licked her lips at the thought. But no, that’d be too greedy of her. This was about Cheerilee and Big Mac.
She looked to Cheerilee, whose attention had also traveled to Big Mac. She was likely thinking the same thing Twilight was. “Hey,” Twilight said. “It looks like Big Mac is really getting off on us.”
Cheerilee cocked an eyebrow suggestively. “Getting off on us, huh? That’s a great suggestion.” She lifted herself up and enveloped her chunky forelegs around Twilight while looking at Big Macintosh suggestively. Just to show off for her boyfriend, Cheerilee licked Twilight’s fat barrel. Her tongue slowly traveled up Twilight’s neck, leaving a layer of saliva on her—then she traced it up to Twilight’s face, where she tenderly kissed her lips. No tongues, just soft lips over soft lips. Cute and charming.
Big Macintosh began to stroke himself faster.
Cheerilee then reached up to bring Twilight’s head down. She put her mouth around Twilight’s horn again and gently, slowly sucked it, earning soft moans from Twilight. Cheerilee decided to mix things up a bit by humming while her mouth was on the horn. Twilight's surprised squeal bubbled into girlish laughter as she shuddered in delight at her predicament.
Big Macintosh’s smile doubled.
The hornjob went on for a few minutes more before there was a sudden stinging sensation in Cheerilee's mouth. She let go of Twilight’s horn to discover that it was glowing. Twilight had this look of concentration pointed in Big Macintosh’s direction.
Big Macintosh’s eyes were squeezed shut, his smile wide, his teeth clenched, his forelegs now at his sides. Around his huge penis was a soft magenta glow, gently massaging it, sucking it, pulling it. Cheerilee smirked.
“Let’s go in for the kill,” Cheerilee said.
Twilight raised an eyebrow at that, only for Cheerilee to roll her eyes, push herself off of Twilight, then waddle over to Big Macintosh, her flanks shuddering with each step. She paused, turned, and motioned for Twilight to follow her. Twilight did so with some confusion.
Cheerilee then grabbed Twilight by her plump shoulder and brought her so close to Big Macintosh’s dick that she could smell the sweat and come that had caked on it over the course of tonight. Twilight felt Cheerilee’s fat body squash against hers, her chubby cheek battling Twilight's for dominance.
“Wait for it,” Cheerilee said.
Twilight finally understood what Cheerilee intended, and gave Big Macintosh another few quick jerks before his thick, piping-hot come exploded from the tip and onto the two mares’ faces. Jet after jet of his semen splashed onto their faces, their necks, their manes. The two mares squealed in equal measures joy and excitement.
Twilight’s mind went blank for a second as she processed the fact that Big Macintosh had just come all over her. The stallion she’d always wanted to be with. Had just come. All. Over. Her. Her face had just become a canvas he’d daubed with sweetness. As jealous as Twilight was of Cheerilee, this single night made up for everything.
Suddenly, she felt somepony sucking at her face. She glanced aside to find Cheerilee eating Big Macintosh’s come right off her. Twilight realized there was something about Cheerilee, too, that she liked. In many ways, Big Macintosh was lucky to have a mare like her. Because if he hadn’t found her, Twilight might have gone for her instead!
Cheerilee finished eating the come off Twilight’s face, her tongue lapping up her boyfriend’s semen. She swallowed it in a gluttonous gulp, turning up the heat in Twilight's loins. Cheerilee’s face was still painted white, so Twilight decided to return the favor, slurping up all the come she could. Twilight found Big Mac’s taste to be sweet and dark and salty, all at once. The taste alone made her more eager to clean Cheerilee.
Periodically, when she got enough in her mouth, Twilight kissed Cheerilee long and hard, dumping Big Macintosh’s come where it belonged. Then she begin another sweep over Cheerilee's face, licking her clean, and depositing the come in Cheerilee's mouth.
Cheerilee took another turn at cleaning Twilight's face, intentionally lapping at Twilight's pretty eyelashes, eliciting cute giggles out of her. Instead of swallowing this time, Cheerilee decided to share Big Mac's sweetness with her friend. She wrapped her forelegs around Twilight's massive neck, and dove into Twilight's mouth.
Twilight jolted where she sat, but instantly melted when she felt Cheerilee's soft tongue and tasted Big Macintosh's seed. Cheerilee fed Twilight while both mares began caressing one another, taking in each other's corpulence, the embers of their loins burning hotter than before. Then with one quick, devilish movement, Cheerilee got the larger mare on her hind legs, then onto her colossal rump, then onto her back.
Big Macintosh meanwhile had finally spent all his energy for the night and found himself slowly sliding down the wall in a fading stupor. A dumb smile danced on his lips as he faded away into slumberland, the last image he saw that night being those two plump and beautiful mares beginning one more round of mounting one another.
“I just want to say thank you for last night,” Twilight said as she sipped her coffee.
Cheerilee drew from hers before setting it down on the breakfast table. “No, Twilight, thank you. Last night was wonderful. You’ll have to use that spell on me again some time.”
Big Macintosh pretended not to hear this conversation as he walked down the stairs from taking his shower. He couldn’t help the smirk on his lips.
“I mean, being fat was less terrible than I expected, obviously,” Cheerilee continued. “And the way Big Mac was so into it was…” She let out a small breath of air. “…Mmm!”
Twilight chuckled. “Don’t mention it.”
Cheerilee blushed a bit at her own outburst. “Oh! But, you were magnificent, too. Especially after...”
A devious smile slowly crawled across Twilight’s face as she got an idea. She took another sip from her coffee, and looked up as Big Mac entered the kitchen. Big Mac kissed Cheerilee before sitting down and helping himself to the coffee from the pot.
“You know, I know a whole variety of other spells,” Twilight said. “I’m sure there are other fetishes I could help you two out with.”
Cheerilee looked at Big Mac as he nervously sipped from his coffee. “Well,” Cheerilee said slowly, “I do have this… fascination… with gender swap.”
“Welp,” Big Mac said as coolly as he could, “it’s about time I get back to th’ farm. AJ’ll have my head if I arrive too late to help with the chores.” He set his half-finished coffee on the table, kissed Cheerilee’s head, and exited the house.
Twilight set down her cup and chuckled. “You’re horrible, Cheerilee.”
“You’re fatter,” Cheerilee shot back.
