Author's Note

Warning: Pure fetish fuel tied in with the story. If you wish to continue with the main story, go to the next chapter, "Worries."

The First Incident

The scent of cooking dough was driving her insane. It wafted out of the doorframe like tentacles trying to rope her in. She knocked twice, and immediately the door opened to reveal Fanny Pancake in her apron, flour and dough smeared across it.

“Hello, Photo Finish,” Fanny said with a beaming smile. She reached down and pecked Finish on the cheek, her chins and cheeks resting on her shoulder.

“Hello, beautiful,” Finish breathed back. Fanny moaned into her face, and rubbed her cheeks along her side. “How is she?”

“She’s been coming along nicely.” Fanny turned her head in beckoning. “Do you want to come in?”

“Ooooh, yes!”

Fanny nodded and turned, slowly giving Finish a view of her entire body. In a few seconds, her rump was inches away from Finish’s face, its side squished against the doorframe. “Then come on in for breakfast.”

Finish took a deep breath, and shoved her face against Fanny’s rump. The doorframe creaked as it eased itself out. She could feel her tail swishing with anticipation and her head sinking in, but it wasn’t enough. With a grunt, she rose to her hindlegs, pushed her hooves against her backside as well, and continued onwards.

Inch by inch, Fanny stepped into the room. Finish’s underside pressed against the back of Fanny’s belly, while her head was comfortably between her voluminous crack. Moans and groans echoed throughout her entire body, vibrating against Finish’s head. She lingered there for as long as she desired; she couldn’t even conceive how long they’d been moving in the room, but Fanny kept on inching forward.

She didn’t get to Fanny’s pussy. She would wait or the other mare.

Eventually, Fanny stopped, and Finish backed away from her. They had gotten to the dining room. Finish walked around Fanny, and her anticipation grew as she heard grunting, gulping and snorting.

“I’ve been taking good care of her,” Fanny said sultrily. “You found yourself a fine mare. She just hasn’t stopped eating since she got here!”

Finish stepped quicker around the dining room, but saw nothing. She looked back at Fanny, who pointed to the kitchen. Once she peeked over the counter, she moaned as loudly and as lewdly as she could.

There, standing in the middle of the large kitchen, was Coco Pommel. An impossibly long line on plates, bowls, platters, cans and boxes led up to Coco’s spherical midsection and bountiful rump. Photo Finish slowly approached her star, who didn’t look back. She merely continued to chow down on thick pancakes, drinking the sea of syrup on each layer before chowing down on the pancake itself. Her rump was as large as Photo Finish herself, the width of it able to support her entirely, with a crease at each cheek. Her flanks were like sacks, her cutie mark distorted and folded over. Her belly was a few centimeters from the ground, and her back had several different rolls that bunched up as she ate. Her breast and neck sagged against the table, wrapping the edge of it within her rolls. Her cheeks drooped widely, and were so heavy they didn’t even bounce as she chomped away.

“Do you like what you see?”

Finish brought a hoof to Coco’s side. It sank deeply into it, taut with food, soft with fat. Coco didn’t stop eating. “Ja, ja, I love it.”

“She’s trained, too.” Fanny stepped beside Finish and tapped Coco on her flank. “She’ll do whatever you tell her to.”

“Really?” Finish’s breathing sped up.

“Try it out, see for yourself.”

Finish looked over Coco, who regarded her with one eye while continuing to eat pancakes. What did she want first? It didn’t take her long to consider.

“Stand up,” she commanded. “Let me see your belly.”

Coco grunted, and pulled her muzzle away from the pancakes. The prized pony licked her lips clean before hoisting herself, through a laborious kick of her forelegs, onto her hinds. It took her a while, and she had to use the counter to get upright, but once she did, her rump pulled her back.

“Yeeees.” Finish circled her, while Coco watched her with a prideful smile and a ravenous gaze. Her belly rested against her tree trunk thighs, which held her upright with surprising strength. Syrup and dough ran down her humongous gut. As Finish got a side profile, Coco reached forward, grabbed as much as she could, and lifted it up. Fanny couldn’t help but help her out. Finish nodded with approval. And then, Coco dropped it. Her belly lurched her forward, nearly dropping her to the floor. Her rump bowed outward with the effort to keep upright.

But, through some miracle, she managed to keep on her hinds. Coco watched her boss with unblinking eyes, as if she wanted to see the surprise on her face. With a satisfied grin, she rose up again, patting her belly and her flank. Finish continued the inspection, just now noticing that the only light on in the room cast her prize in a spotlight. She made it to her back, seeing the rolls getting thicker further down. Her eyes traveled along each one of them, eventually settling on her rump. Coco’s tail swung back and forth, slapping rhythmically against each cheek. Finish couldn’t repress the urge to touch it. It wasn’t as pliable as Fanny’s, but it was more firm, and she reveled in running her hoof along each one.

Her right side went exactly as it had on the other side of her. Coco’s yearning, submissive gaze hadn’t left her eyes. She was about to give her a once-over again, but was stopped by Fanny’s hoof. “Hey,” she whispered.

Finish nearly orgasmed. “Yes?”

“Do you want to see a trick?”

Finish could only nod. Her mind was nearly numb as Fanny plopped her rump down, causing the room to quake. Suddenly, she lifted up; she didn’t know how. In seconds she found herself resting on Fanny’s belly, sinking into her monstrous gut, large enough for her to take a few steps on. She looked up at Fanny, who pushed her with a gentle hoof, onto Finish’s back.

“Fanny, what are you doing?”

The massive mare merely looked down at her with a smile. “Oh, Coco?”

Coco looked at Fanny with entranced, hunger-glazed eyes.

“Do you want to show Finish what you can do besides devour food?”

Finish watched as Coco’s hungry eyes locked onto her, and she smiled. Slowly, so as to accentuate each heavy movement, she lowered herself and waddled over to her with slow, deliberate steps. Finish felt her marehood winking under her as she approached, but dare not move; she didn’t want to disturb Fanny.

Then, without a pause in movement, Coco dove in between her open hindlegs and lapped at her pussy. Finish gasped, lurched, and then moaned as Fanny pulled her back. “Relax. Enjoy yourself.”

Finish could just barely look down, but what she did see made her twitch and moan. Coco was wild, slurping, kissing, suckling at her with no control, less interested in pacing herself, and giving herself entirely to Finish. What was even better, she could visibly see her backside swelling outwards. She was growing right before her eyes! She began rising, her belly pushing her upwards, her forelegs being sucked into her billowing form, her cheeks caressing her thighs more and more.

“Look at you,” Fanny whispered. “You’re doing this to her. You naughty girl.”

Finish moaned.

“Does it feel good?”

“Ooooooh!” Finish bucked several times, and Coco was unfazed. It seemed like nothing would deter her from her dessert. Her rump bowed outwards, her cheeks overlapped Finish’s thighs. She needed to kiss that face, get a taste of it.

“Stop.” Her loins burned, but she needed to get a taste for herself.

Coco halted, staring up with obedience, the hunger still burning in her eyes.

“Go get her,” Fanny breathed, nudging her onto her rump. Finish stood on her monstrous belly, and slowly approached Coco.

Coco merely eyed her with expectation, face yearning for action yet not betraying any impatience. This was Finish’s time, and she was going to enjoy it at her pace. She knew that, and so waited.

Finish stepped forward some more, and Coco closed her eyes and prepared herself. Finish leaned forward, smelling herself on Coco. She was just out of reach. She took another step forward.

And she hit her head on the floor.

“Gah!” Her eyes flew open, and she looked around in panic. She was in her room, on the floor, nearly tangled up in her blanket. She took a moment to catch her breath, and once that was achieved, she sighed weakly.

“It was all a dream.” She felt the damp spot at her marehood, and trudged to the bathroom, heart hammering, to clean herself off.