Dinky Doo was not entirely sure how exactly she’d ended up in this particular situation. She could, in theory, relay the events that had led to this point, point A to B to C. That wasn’t what she was having trouble grasping. But if the average pony on the street were to ask her how, exactly, she’d gone from sitting in a diner with her best friend and not eating her hay fries to sitting naked on a very large bed next to Princess fucking Luna and she were to tell them, that average pony would almost certainly call her a fucking liar. She would have called herself a fucking liar.Though, technically speaking, she was not actually sitting naked on a very large bed next to Princess fucking Luna. This was a dream, after all. Or a hypnotic trance. Whatever. But that was only a technicality of the setting – the bed wasn’t real, but Princess Luna extremely was. Which, honestly, did not actually help her case all that much when it came to believability.

It didn’t help that Princess Luna was also not wearing clothing. Dinky was currently trying not to think about that. Which was probably counterproductive because Princess Luna apparently intended to have sex with her. That was the real sticking point here. She was ostensibly not going to force the issue, which was nice, but the fact that a very large naked woman with big soft everything was sitting next to her and actively offering sex was kind of a big deal. To say nothing of the fact that, again, this wasn’t just any large naked woman with big soft everything – this was Princess fucking Luna. Actual, literal royalty and also divinity. Sitting next to her. Offering sex.

Dinky had intensely conflicting feelings on the matter. On the one hand, here was a very attractive mare literally asking her to do whatever she wanted. Literally the only limitation was her imagination – this was a dream after all, and by this point it had obviously become a lucid one. And frankly, she kind of wanted to have sex with someone on her own terms, without her recent new addition getting in the way. It also had the benefit of probably not setting off said new addition. Probably.

But, well... Was it really on her own terms? She wasn’t entirely sure. Luna wasn’t making her have sex here, just strongly encouraging it. And Dinky found herself kinda wanting it, but there was that niggling doubt that that was just residual penis hormones talking. Or, fuck it, possibly not even residual. Just because it wasn’t there in the dream didn’t mean it wasn’t still there in the real world, presumably subtly (or not so subtly) influencing her decisions.

“Take your time, I’m in no rush.” Right, that was the other thing. Princess Luna was sitting there patiently waiting for Dinky to make a decision. No pressure – which ironically was kind of massive pressure.

“Okay,” Dinky said uncertainly. She was, she realized, probably overthinking it. This was sex, after all. It wasn’t something you were supposed to put too much thought into. Hell, putting too much thought into sex was probably why she got into this mess in the first place, and why she was having such a fucking hard time getting back out of this mess. The best thing to do, then, would probably be to not think about it too much. Just let it happen.

Of course, that was easier said than done. “Um... No dicks for now.”

Luna gave a slightly confused tilt of her head, which was odd. Dinky didn’t really know how to parse that particular gesture right now, and the princess didn’t seem keen on elaborating. “That’s fine.” Once again, an uncomfortable silence returned. “I can take the lead to start out with, if you’d prefer?”

“Maybe,” Dinky replied, sitting and squirming for a moment. “Okay. Yes. You take the lead.”

“Okay,” Luna replied with a gentle smile. “Stand up, please,” the much larger mare said. Not asked, it clearly wasn’t quite a request, though it also didn’t feel quite like an order either. It felt like a sort of middle ground between the two. Like a statement of fact, phrased as a polite request. Like... Well, like she was so used to taking a dominant role in this kind of thing that even now, faced with a situation that called for her to not take a dominant role, she still ended up being dominant anyway, just by virtue of being who she was.Dinky was going to stand up, please, because Princess fucking Luna had said it.And so she did stand up, walking slightly away from the bed and awkwardly turning to face the princess. “Now,” Luna said. “I hope you don’t mind too much, but I’m going to take this opportunity to indulge in some... personal favourites. Nothing too extreme, of course.”

“Ah, y-yeah, sure, that’s fine.”

“Good. Come here, please.” Dinky wordlessly obeyed, and found herself rewarded by being abruptly swooped up into the larger mare’s arms. Cradled was the word that came most immediately to mind – probably because that’s exactly what was happening. Hips bent, one arm steadying her back with the other under her knees, her body held diagonally against the princess’s with her face level with a fat, leaky nipple.

“Oh. Milk?”

“Yes,” Luna said simply. “When I was much, much younger I wanted to be a parent. Nothing ever came of it, sadly – I just never met the right pony. No one I particularly wanted to co-parent with, not that my maternal instinct was particularly willing to accept that excuse. So I experimented, and discovered that breastfeeding an adult is much more fun than it is a child. It doesn’t quite satisfy my biology – my body can tell the difference between breastfeeding a child and having a stallion suck my tits while I give him a handjob – but it is quite nice.”

“Okay,” Dinky replied, not pointing out that she wasn’t exactly a stallion because it struck her as just a bit rude. She didn’t need to be told what to do next. It was pretty fucking obvious, all things considered. There was a bit of hesitation, but only a bit. After all, the princess had been right that this wasn’t really too extreme. Just, like, suckin’ on a tiddy except the tiddy was milky which was honestly kinda hot in a weird sorta way. It wasn’t even too out of left field, when one considered that Twist. Still, actually making that leap from standing around to breastfeeding but sexually was kind of a big deal. And so she stared awkwardly at the nipple for probably a bit longer than was really warranted. She wanted to do this but also she was terrified of doing this and so the best thing to do would be to just fucking bite the bullet and do it. And so, after nervously swallowing, she quickly took the princess’s teat into her mouth and began to tentatively suckle.

It turned out that Alicorn milk tasted really fucking good. Of course, that might have been the result of this being a dream, but frankly Dinky had stopped properly registering that all this wasn’t really happening. Right now she just wanted to suck on some motherfucking tiddies and so that’s exactly what she did, with increasing enthusiasm. “Good girl,” Princess Luna cooed, gently stroking her hair. “Drink up and grow big and strong for momma.” Dinky didn’t need to be told twice. Hell, she barely needed to be told once. She grabbed both boobs, squeezing them together so she could get both nips in her mouth before pressing her face as deep as it would go while sucking as hard as she could. Which Princess Luna seemed content to wholeheartedly encourage. She transitioned smoothly from gently stroking Dinky’s hair to slightly more firmly pressing the smaller mare into boob.

Dinky was more interested in what the other hand was doing, though. Wandering down her body, fingers gently dancing their way over her chest and stomach before settling on her crotch. She didn’t go much farther than that, content to just rub at the lips. At least for the moment, though Dinky was fairly certain that was going to change any second now. Those fingers were goin’ in her, whether she liked it or not.

Not that Dinky found herself not liking it, of course. Literally the exact opposite – her hips rocked, pressing against the Princess’s digits insistently. “Eager, aren’t we? Don’t worry, we’ll get there soon, I promise. In the meantime, you just focus on that whole ‘drink up and get big and strong’ thing.”

“Y-yes’m,” Dinky replied – although her voice was, obviously, heavily muffled by the massive tits that she was, in fact, currently sucking on. Twin streams of thick, rich cream flowed down her throat and settled heavily in her stomach. Way more than she really should have been able to manage. If she were awake, she’d probably have puked by now. But, well, she wasn’t awake. This was a dream, or something close enough to a dream. There was no milk, just the sensation of milk. And so she could, in theory, drink as much as she wanted because not only was this basically a dream, it was basically a lucid dream.

Dinky had an idle thought. It wasn’t really something she particularly dwelled on. Most of her focus was on Luna’s tits, and she’d actively decided to just let instinct take the wheel. Stop thinking too much about sex. The fact that this was only a dream helped with that psychological hurdle. But it also made her think that she was kind of letting the fact that this was a dream go to waste. Here she was, able to do anything, and she was taking it slowly. Which was understandable but also kinda boring, you know? Why not do something a bit more interesting? The answer was obvious, but again; she’d elected to not think too much about it and let instinct take the wheel.

So, when Luna’s talk about growing big and strong prompted an idle thought, she (somewhat ironically) didn’t really need to think about it too much. Not at first, at least. She was too preoccupied with sucking on Luna’s tits to notice how, with every gulp, her body felt heavier. It wasn’t until she physically had to adjust herself in order to keep on sucking that she realized anything was amiss, and even then she didn’t quite care enough to put two and two together until Luna could no longer reach her pussy. “Well!” the Princess said. “When I said to grow big and strong, it was mostly just dirty talk. But I’m certainly not going to complain if you take it a bit more literally than intended.”

“Oh.” Dinky reluctantly pulled away. “Uh, sorry? It just sort of happened.”

“No need to apologize, young lady. The whole point of this exercise is to help you deal with your insecurities relating to sex in a consequence-free environment. Letting your subconscious do what it will is a part of that.”

“Okay?” Dinky wasn’t really entirely sure what, exactly, Luna meant by that. It sounded straightforward, but something about it just didn’t click. Maybe that had to do with the fact that this was a dream? She didn’t really know.

It didn’t help that she was also suddenly very large, significantly moreso than she had been a few minutes ago. Thanks to the fact that it wasn’t real, she at least didn’t have to worry about things like her centre of gravity shifting or taking up more space or none of her clothes fitting. None of the inconveniences that growing a dick in real life had resulted in. Which made her a lot more willing to enjoy herself.

And, well, there was a lot of herself to enjoy. Geeze, she had to be as big as Luna now. Which was honestly a lot – just going by raw height, Dinky had just about doubled in size. But she’d not just gotten taller, of course. Luna had said to grow big and strong, and so Dinky had done both. It wasn’t just her height that rivalled Princess Luna’s, it was her everything. Big tits, fat ass, wide hips. But where Luna was soft and motherly, Dinky was... well, strong, like the Princess had told her to be. Built more like the stereotypical Earth Pony than any Unicorn she’d ever seen. Washboard abs, rock-hard biceps, legs that’d make Big Mac himself feel inadequate.

And, uh, speaking of making Big Mac feel inadequate. Dinky frowned, blushing furiously as she stared down at the big ol’ slab of meat. “Well, there goes no dicks,” she muttered sullenly. It was not, thank Celestia, anywhere near as big as the one she had in real life, or at least not proportionally speaking. Small blessings.

“You did say ‘for now’.”

“Yeah but when I said that I kinda meant ‘for the duration of the encounter’, you know?”

Luna giggled. “Well, it seems that your subconscious has different plans.”

“Mnf.”

“Like I said, just relax and go with the flow. We’re trying to figure out what it is your subconscious is telling you, after all.”

“I thought we were trying to make it so I don’t die.”

“That, too. We’re attacking this problem from both angles.”

“I know, I know, it’s just... one of those angles is more pressing than the other, is all.”

“I’m an Alicorn, dear,” Princess Luna replied with a gentle smile. “Multitasking is hardly beyond my capabilities. Don’t worry, your magical knot is getting untangled as we speak. In the meantime, I need you to focus on finding the root of the problem.”

“I’m pretty sure I already know the root of the problem, though,” Dinky countered. “It’s the whole... you know, the pregnancy thing.”

“Hm. That may very well be,” Luna replied enigmatically. “But if that’s the case, well. Perhaps your subconscious is telling you something.”

“I don’t see how any of this is relevant.”

“Well, the penis certainly is.”

“Ugh.” Dinky really wished Luna wouldn’t be quite so blunt about it.

“Think of it like this. If you’re on the giving end, that significantly reduces your chances of an unwanted pregnancy, no? And if your penis isn’t a real penis then that also eliminates the chances of saddling your partner with a foal.”

“Huh.” That made a lot of sense. She’d not even really considered that, mostly because... Well, she’d had higher priorities until now. Most of her attention was focused on, you know, the fact that she’d abruptly spouted a dick that was getting bigger and was contagious and was apparently slowly killing her. Slightly more pressing than the potential benefits of keeping a penis around. “That’s not really... helpful, though.”

“Well, growing a permanent functional penis is, as I’m sure you already know, quite a magical feat. But temporarily growing a non-fertile penis is much more achievable for the average unicorn mare. On yourself or your marefriend.”

“Oh. Uh. I, um. Don’t have a marefriend.”

Once again, Princess Luna just smiled a gentle smile, and that was that. “Anyway, we have plenty of time to unpack your psychology. In the meantime, however, I believe we were in the middle of something?”

“We were?”

Luna leaned back on the bed and spread her legs wide. “You were about to make use of that new addition of yours, I believe.”

“Ah.” Right okay yes that was a very compelling argument. Her dream dick sure fuckin’ agreed, immediately springing to full attention. Even in her dream, it kind of had a mind of its own, which was a bit frustrating. A bit. It would likely be more frustrating if her mind weren’t still very firmly on Princess Luna’s mom bod. She’d already allowed her instincts to take the reins and it was far too late to try and wrestle them back. She grabbed the Princess’s legs, spreading them apart and steadying herself before she took the plunge.

God, she was tight. Tiara had been really fucking tight too, which made Dinky wonder if maybe everyone was tight – though, on the other hand, Tiara had magical piercings and Princess Luna was a dream (sort of) so who fucking knew. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder how tight Noi would be.

“Well, I can probably find out after I wake up,” she muttered to herself. It wasn’t like Noi would say no.

“Find out what?”

“Oh, uh, nothing.”

“This is a dream, remember. There’s very little you can’t do.”

“This is something I’d rather do in real life.”

“Ah.” Princess Luna nodded and then, thank fuckin’ Celestia, dropped the subject. “Back to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dinky didn’t exactly have much experience with sex, but her virginity was long gone at this point. Entirely thanks to Tiara and her weird sex gang. She’d done this before, just at a different scale. She and her partners had been smaller but at the same time there’d been many more ponies involved. She pulled herself out and then pushed herself back in and then stopped again because the abrupt changes in pressure were a lot. Somewhat shockingly, the pussy of an actual literal goddess was really fuckin’ good. “H-hey, um. If I-”

“Don’t worry, this isn’t a normal wet dream,” Princess Luna replied before Dinky could even finish her question. “Cumming here won’t make you cum in real life. That was the first thing I did.”

That was a weight off of Dinky’s chest, because she didn’t think she could hold back if she wanted to. She knew very well what the point of no return felt like by this point, and she was well past it. She resumed her thrusting as that tightness continued to build – it was, she realized, very slightly different from when she was awake. Not in a way that could be explained by the difference in size, either. Something was missing. Not in a bad way, though. If anything it felt better. Probably because, she realized, the thing that was missing was the spell. No extra magic going on, just a normal climax.

Well, okay, for a given value of normal. This was still a dream, after all. Weird in a different way – she didn’t really have the time or mental focus to parse out the nuances beyond that, though, for obvious reasons. She could feel it, moving its way up her length with every thrust. “Mnnnn, g-gonna- Ah!”

It was not the first time that Dinky had inflated someone with her cum – Diamond Tiara held that dubious honour. But she made up for it by inflating Luna by a lot. Her hips collided with the Princess’s ass hard, sending ripples across her ample flesh and making her tits and increasingly round tum jiggle and jostle against each other. “Fuck. Fuck. That was a lot.”

“That was round one,” Princess Luna replied. “This is a dream. Refractory periods don’t exist.”

“Right. Okay. I, uh, I just don’t really know where to escalate from here, I guess?”

“You don’t need to escalate,” Luna replied patiently. “Sometimes you can just do the same thing again and it’ll still feel just as good. Don’t worry too much about shaking things up until they start to get stale or else you’ll warp your standards.”

“I think it’s a bit late for that,” Dinky replied, thinking back to the foursome with Tiara and her minions.

“Just do what comes naturally.”

“Okay. Um. Okay.” Dinky decided not to think too hard about Diamond Tiara or what she intended to do next. Take the Princess’s advice and just let it happen. Step one, apparently, was to flip the Princess over, and step two was to get right back to pounding. Forceful, rhythmic, and passionate. Princess Luna was tight and warm and soft. Each collision of hips to hips sent visible fucking ripples through her assflesh which was really fucking hot. She spanked it, of course. That was just the obvious next thing to do, clearly. It sent more ripples through Princess Luna’s flesh that collided with the ripples from the fucking, bouncing off each other in weirdly pretty patterns, which was roughly the point when she realized she’d just spanked Princess Fucking Luna. “Ah, um, sorry.”

“It’s fine! I’m into it!” Oh well okay. Honestly that didn’t actually make her more comfortable with spanking the Princess, but she was at least glad she probably wasn’t going to get in trouble over it. She still felt a bit apprehensive about spanking her again, but also she was very pointedly not intervening in what reflex and instinct decided to do with her body – which led to more spanking, of course, along with more fucking. Faster and harder, faster and harder. She knew what was coming next and felt relieved but also somewhat disappointed that it was almost fucking over. This was probably the last Weird Sex she was gonna get to have, after all.

And honestly good fucking riddance, at this point all her mixed feelings were gone. It felt nice and all, but she was more than happy to just have normal sex with a magic penis instead of sex with a magic penis that grew every time it climaxes and was contagious. That was, she had decided, Too Fucking Much.

Speaking of Too Fucking Much, boy howdy did she just cum again. It felt really good, of course. She was honestly surprised that she could keep her inane inner monologue going. Maybe she was desensitized to the absurd heights of pleasure that resulted from cumming with a giant fucking horsecock, which was yet another solid reason to get this shit fixed. Or maybe it was because this was a dream. She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She just kept right on thrustin’, hips colliding with alicorn ass over and over and over even as she filled her fuller and fuller and fuller. So full that she found her feet no longer on the damn ground because Princess Luna was so absurdly cumflated. Dinky had to quickly adjust her approach, lying on the Princess’s back before resuming her thrusting and cumming. Man she was cumming a lot. Benefits of dream sex, she supposed? Though, of course, on the other hand, this wasn’t really all that much more ridiculous than some of the things she’d experienced over the past few days. Honestly, the orgy with Tiara and her minions probably still took the cake in that regard, just because it was the longest encounter.

“Ah, there we go.”

“Where we go?” Dinky asked, although she had an idea what the answer was going to be.

“I’ve finished undoing the magical knot. When you wake up, you’ll be back to normal.”

“Oh thank Celestia,” Dinky said reflexively before thinking better of it. “And, uh, Luna too, I guess.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I understand the difference between a figure of speech and actually thanking my sister.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway,” Luna said. “We could probably keep going, but I do have places to be. And so, I imagine, do you.”

“Mn.”

“Miss Trixie said that she owed you some time with her breasts. And obviously there’s your, ah, friend to deal with as well.”

“wait hold on trixie said what now”

“You should probably take some time to rest properly,” Luna continued, completely ignoring Dinky’s question. “You’ll wake up in time, and then you can hash out the emotional side of things.”

“can we go back to trixie’s boobs?????” They could not, in fact, go back to Trixie’s boobs. Before Dinky even finished asking that question, Princess Luna was already gone and Dinky found herself standing alone in the opulent bedroom that had been constructed in her dreamscape. “Well okay cool I guess I’ve just gotta ponder what that means until I wake up,” she grumbled to herself. “... I think I’m gonna take a nap. Can I take a nap when I’m already asleep? I’m gonna try doing that.”

~~~~~~

Dinky could, in fact, have a nap while asleep. Her brain had, apparently, taken it as a cue that she was done with lucid dreaming. Everything else that happened while she was asleep was vague and hazy, probably because it had actually been a proper dream instead of a weird lucid middle ground. Then eventually she woke up and she felt like shit. “My mouth tastes like something crawled into it and died.”

“Ah, you’re awake! Good, the Great and Powerful Trixie has places to be.”

“Okay cool why aren’t you there.”

“Because I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Trixie responded flippantly with a dismissive wave, before crossing her arms under her breasts and returning to leaning against the wall idly. “I felt obligated.”

“... Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

“Besides, I felt a bit bad about flaunting my breasts in your face earlier and then putting you to sleep before you could play with them.”

Oh. Yes, right. Memories of the dream came flooding back. “You, uh, don’t have to worry about that.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie is a mare of her word!” she replied bombastically. “Besides, are you going to seriously tell me you wouldn’t like a little alone time with my Great and Powerful Titties?”

Noi, who was sitting at Dinky’s bedside, let out a snort. “Okay, that one was good, I’ll give you that.”

“It wasn’t that good.”

“It was excellent,” Trixie interjected. “All of my puns are excellent.”

“Fine, fine, whatever, it was a good pun. Just... I’d kinda like to be alone with Noi for a bit?”

“You can be alone with your marefriend after I pay you back.”

“Wait hold on now you’re paying me back????? What did I do to get you in my debt?”

“Again, do you want to touch my titties or not.”

“Well... kinda, but also-”

“Hey, hey, compromise,” Noi said, raising a hand. “I get that Dinky’s itching to have the Big Relationship talk and to spend some quality time with me and all that shit. But that’s kinda heavy for the first thing after she woke up from a dick-related coma.”

“It wasn’t a coma it was a normal sleep.”

“Dick-related coma,” Noi repeated. “So! Instead of jumping right into that, how about we let Dinky touch both of our titties?”

“Ah, that is an excellent compromise,” Trixie said with a sage nod that was frankly not at all justified or earned. “Double titfuck?”

“Hell yeah double titfuck!”

“Do I not get a say in this?”

Noi rolled her eyes. “Do you want a double titfuck yes or no.”

“I-”

“Oh hey she said yes what do you know.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed,” Dinky replied, pulling the covers off of herself and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m somewhat lacking the equipment to get titfucked?”

“Hmph,” Trixie replied smugly, pulling away from the wall. “You assume that The Great and Powerful Trixie is incapable of rectifying that. A bold assumption, though an incorrect one. I am more than capable of bedicking you if I so choose.”

“oh okay cool objection withdrawn then?” Dinky frowned. “Can I at least brush my teeth first?”

Trixie rolled her eyes, snapped her fingers, and, with a flash of purple light, Dinky’s mouth suddenly no longer tasted like something had died in it. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“I’ll also teach you how to do this yourself, for future reference.”

“Thank you,” Dinky repeated, this time with a furious blush and raging erection. It was, thank fuck,not anywhere near as big as it had been before. Which, granted, wasn’t saying much. The last time she’d had a dick it had been bigger than all of Pipsqueak. At this point it was, like, only two feet long or so?

“Before you say anything, it’s not actually all that big,” Trixie said. “Significantly above average, yes, but you would be surprised at how many ponies are significantly above average, especially in Ponyville.”

“And it’s temporary?”

“Yes. And before you ask, no it won’t grow when you cum either.”

“Thanks.”

“No need to thank me,” Trixie replied. “Even if I wanted to replicate your earlier condition after going to so much trouble to cure it, which I do not, it would have been significantly more difficult than just this.”

“I gotta say, I think I prefer this rough size,” Noi said. “It looks like I might actually be able to put some of it in me without fuckin’ dying.”

“Pff, have you never encountered magic condoms? You can buy them at any convenience store worth its salt.”

“Forgive me, the high school student, for not having looked into magic condoms.”

“If you’re a high school student then that’s all the more reason to assume you have.”

“... Yeah, okay, fair.”

“She’s gay,” Dinky clarified.

“That’s hardly a good reason not to buy condoms. Safety is important, even in same-sex relationships.”

“Fair enough. Actually, speaking of which, why-”

“Hey,” Noi interrupted. “It’s not straight if it’s a girl dick.”

“... You know what, fair enough.”

“Regardless!” Trixie said. “Are we just going to stand around here like idiots or are we going to get to work?”

“I vote work!” Noi replied eagerly, reaching down and grabbing the hem of her ratty tank top and pulling it off in one swift motion – which was really quite impressive given how tight that thing was. Dinky bit her lip and made an attempt to not stare at her tits – and failed miserably. They weren’t as big as her older sister’s, but that was sort of like saying that Princess Luna wasn’t quite as tall as Princess Celestia. Hell, now that her top was off, Dinky was pretty sure they were bigger. They definitely looked bigger, very close to the size of her head. Maybe that was just Dinky’s cock thinking, she didn’t know. “Ta-da!”

“Impressive!” Trixie said, reaching up and pulling her leotard down, unleashing her own sizable tits. Dinky wasn’t actually sure how she’d managed to keep them on? Magic, she supposed. They were also pretty fucking big, about the same size as Noi’s. “Of course, the beautiful thing about magic is that it doesn’t matter what your baseline is if you know the right spells.”

Trixie snapped her fingers again, and there was another flash of purple before her and Noi’s breasts roughly tripled in size. They seemed to be about twice the size of their heads? Maybe three times? Dinky couldn’t say for sure, she didn’t exactly have the tools to make exact measurements on her, and her eyeballs weren’t perfect. All she knew was that they were big. “Normally, I would have made mine bigger, but for this particular trick we need to be even.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” Noi hefted her giant milkers. Big and round, almost unnaturally so. “Geeze, these make Top look small.”

Dinky sighed. “Y’know, I was kind of hoping that maybe just this once I could have normal sex?”

“Normal sex is boring,” Trixie replied as though she was stating a basic fact of the universe, like Dinky had implied water wasn’t wet. “Trust me, you’re going to want at least a basic boob embiggening spell under your belt, probably a lot more. And don’t you dare let Sparkle tell you otherwise, she’s a massive wet blanket when it comes to this kind of thing and if you give her the chance she will gleefully ruin all your fun.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“And anyway, in case you had forgotten, I made you two feet. We’re going to need quite a lot more than our natural endowments to properly titfuck you.”

“Speaking ‘a which!” Noi got onto her knees. “What happened to work?”

“We had to do setup, of course. Most of what makes magic magic is in the presentation, my dear Lovely Assistant.”

“Your what now?”

Trixie got onto her knees. “Now, for my next trick, The Great and Powerful Trixie will make you cum your fucking brains out.”

The two mares lurched forward in perfect unison, to the point where Dinky began to wonder if they’d fucking rehearsed it while she was asleep. They slammed their tits together around her meat, the sheer mass of their mammaries taking up frankly way more fucking space than was necessary. They dominated her lap, and dominated the bed, and very nearly dominated her cock. There was just enough space for her flare to pop out and no more. And then they pressed them together and even that was consumed, leaving nothing but blue and yellow furred flesh. “holy shit.”

“See what I mean?” Trixie said with a smug smirk. “The only thing better than big tits are huge tits.”

“Darn skippy!”

Trixie’s smug smirk faltered. “We’re going to have to dedicate some time to teach you how to properly behave as a lovely assistant.”

“Oi, I thought that was like a horny thing, I ain’t taking on any permanent positions.”

“Hrmph. Like I said, presentation is everything. And ‘dark skippy’ is not good presentation.”

“It’s plenty good presentation!” Noi said, placing her hands on her breasts and leaning forward.

“It is goofy,” Trixie replied, doing the same.

“And? I’m goofy, and people like me!”

“I’m sure they do, but there is a time and a place for comic relief, and while you’re trying to be sexy is not it.”

“I say we agree to disagree.”

“Tsk. You may have some natural talent, but you’ve got a long way to go. Luckily for you, the Great and Powerful Trixie loves a challenge.”

“What did I just say about permanent positions.”

Trixie lifted her tits and Noi lowered hers. “So you’re turning up your nose at learning from the best?”

Noi raised her tits and Trixie lowered hers. “I guarantee you that you are not the best.”

They repeated the motion, over and over, leaning ever closer to each other, pressing their fat tits together around Dinky’s dick, which felt really fucking good. Once again, Dinky wondered if these two had fucking rehearsed this before hand, because it sure felt like a weird scripted comedy bit. Except, you know, a weird scripted comedy bit where they were rubbing their giant fucking tits against her dick. Still in alternating directions, moving faster and faster, pressing closer and closer. The titty-tunnel was frankly already insufferably tight and they were just making it worse. She felt hot and tight and tingly, especially in her crotch. Which, at this point, she knew for one hundred percent certain what that entailed. Absolutely, positively. The heat built and concentrated and slooooowly made its way up and up and up until she erupted.

It was a weirdly novel feeling. She had ejaculated a lot over the past few days, so she had expected to be used to it. But she was not used to it, probably because all the other times she’d experienced the male orgasm it had either been tied up in the weird magic knot thing or it had been a dream. This wasn’t a dream, there was no magic going on, it was just a regular fucking orgasm. It was, thankfully, much less intense. Which, in a weird sorta way, made it feel better? She actually got to fucking enjoy it instead of being overwhelmed by pleasure to the point where she disassociated and didn’t really properly experience it. It was quick, it was dirty, it was nice. A geyser of cum bubbled up between the titties, forming a little hot spring of cum in their cleavage. The two mares pulled away and stood up, and Trixie cast a quick spell to clean up. “Hoof. That... that was...”

“That was just foreplay, kid,” Trixie said with a smug smirk. “After all, we can’t have the climax without a proper fucking!” Trixie cleared her throat and then gestured dramatically. “For our next Trick, the Great and Powerful Trixie’s lovely assistant is going to make your cock disappear!”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are!” Trixie snapped. “Of course you are! Come on, it wouldn’t be satisfying if you two didn’t actually fuck.”

“Well,” Noi said with a shrug. “We’re definitely gonna fuck eventually. And in the meantime I think Dinks probably wants a bit of a break.”

“Actually, uh, I think I’m good to go again,” Dinky said, looking down at her raging erection.

“What kind of coward do you take me for, thinking I would give her a refractory period.”

Noi pinched the bridge of her nose. “I meant more in like a general sense. Like, she’s still fresh offa the whole magic cock thing. I’d want a bit of a break.”

“Look, kid, if you don’t fuck her then I will,” Trixie snapped.

“I’m surprised you’re not tee bee aitch.”

“I’m being considerate. You have a much deeper emotional connection to her than I do, after all. You’re life-long friends, I literally just met her. Also I’m much older than you and well out of your league.”

“Excuse me, you are absolutely not out of our league.”

“I’m giving you until the count of ten.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll fuckin’ pound Dinky until she can’t feel her hips, geeze. Gimme a break, I’ve never actually done this before.”

“You certainly didn’t seem like a virgin when you were titfucking her.”

“I never said I was a virgin! Just, uh, a dick virgin. I guess. Besides, titfucking is easy, you just gotta squeeze your titties and then move them a bit, and anyway you were doing half the work.”

“Trust me, sex is just as easy. Don’t think too hard about it, just do it. You’ve got built-in instincts for how to fuck.”

“If you say so.” Noi did not sound particularly confident about that, but she made her move anyway. She walked back up to Dinky and awkwardly grabbed her shaft.

“Come on, don’t be wishy-washy about it!”

“I’m not being wishy-washy! Just tentative!”

“Those are synonyms!”

“I’ve got the dick in my hand give me a fucking second, geeze.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie does not have all day! Get going!”

“Okay, okay, I’m fuckin’ goin’!” Noi did not, in fact, pick up the pace, but that was mostly because if anything Trixie had slowed the pace down with her complaints. She aimed, stepped on the bed, and then plunged forward.

She did not, in fact, take it all the way to the hilt in one go, which was a change of pace. That was probably something Dinky was going to have to get used to. Most people weren’t weird fuckin’ sex monsters with magic nipple piercings that let them take any dick? And two feet wasn’t unheard of but it was still a fuckin’ lot. “F-fuck you’re big.”

“She isn’t that big.”

“Mnf,” Noi grunted, lifting her hips and then making another attempt. “I think you’re just a colossal gigaslut so your standards have been skewed.”

“You aren’t wrong about that. However, don’t try and pretend you don’t like it.”

Noi bit her lips. “You know, I think we could both use less of the colour commentary.”

“Fine, fine,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll take a more passive role. But first I’m going to just-” Trixie snapped her fingers, accompanied by a purple flash, and then suddenly Noi slid in all the way.

“Ah!”

“There. Congratulations, you’re stretchy now. This also means you’ll end up a little inflated, but I feel like you’d be into that.”

“Mnnnnn~”

“The spell will wear off soon enough. I’m going to go let your parents know you’re awake and also not to come into your room for a bit.”

“Mnnnnn fuck youuuuuu~”

“Later,” Trixie replied smugly before leaving.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Noi muttered. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” Dinky replied. “You’re, um, you feel good.”

“Thanks?”

“Mnf.” Dinky slowly reached up and grabbed Noi’s hips. “Here. I’ve got a bit more experience with this than you so I’m going to take the lead.”

“God. I can’t believe you have more sexual experience than me.”

“I didn’t exactly ask for it.”

“Mn. Right, yeah, that shit with Tiara and her minions.”

“You heard about that?”

“You told me, remember?”

“Oh. God right yeah I forgot about that. Sorry, I was in kind of a weird headspace back then.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Anyway, even if you hadn’t it’d be kinda hard to not figure out something’s up.”

“How so?”

“Tiara has a dick that’s bigger than she is.”

“Oh. Right, yeah, I guess that’d be hard to hide.”

“I think part of it is that Tiara is actively avoiding hiding it because she’s a degenerate.”

“You have no idea.” Dinky lit up. “Oh! Oh my god have you seen Twist’s?”

“Somehow, no. I have no idea how she fits it in her fuckin’ hotpants without it exploding out, but I’ve only seen the bulge.”

“It’s candy striped.”

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“Nope! Like a cock-shaped candy cane stuck to her crotch! It’s hilarious.”

“God. I can’t believe I missed that shit. It’s probably gone, too, now that you’re fixed.”

“Probably for the best,” Dinky said, tightening her grip on Noi’s hips. “Tiara didn’t exactly strike me as someone who should be trusted with a penis.”

“Mnn. Sorry for getting distracted.” Noi draped her hands over Dinky’s shoulders, pulling herself as closely against the other mare as her still giant tits allowed for.

“It’s fine, I was distracted too.”

“Mnf.”

“Let’s, uh. Let’s just get going. We can talk more later.”

Noi did not respond, at least not verbally. Dinky couldn’t really blame her. Now that she wasn’t distracted by thinking about Twist’s penis and how it was fucking candy striped, she was kind of having a hard time not thinking about how tight Noi was. And she couldn’t imagine Noi was having an easier time of it. She inhaled sharply, wiggling her hips. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she lifted her hips up and up and up. Then, right before she removed Dinky from herself entirely, she slammed her hips all the way back down.

It felt good, of course. That much didn’t need to be said. Frankly, Dinky was almost getting tired of thinking about how good things felt. Almost. Though, obviously, not enough to make Noi stop or anything. And certainly not enough that Dinky didn’t begin to participate herself. She pulled her own hips back, as best as she could, and then pivoted them forward. She wasn’t exactly in a position that was super conducive to thrusting, but she did her best, and Noi’s own enthusiasm more than made up for any potential shortcomings. And honestly she didn’t really need to worry too much – she was getting plenty of stimulation, and Trixie hadn’t been lying about that refractory period thing. Dinky could feel another climax welling up deep inside of her, and another few behind that waiting in the wings because of course they were.

“Fffffffuck god dammit I think she increased my productionnnnnnnn~”

Dinky was going to have to have Words with Trixie at some point later. She came, a lot. Not quite as much as she had in the dream and honestly not even quite on par with some of her earlier cumshots from back when the magic knot was still a problem, but way beyond what she’d pumped into Noi and Trixie’s cleavage. And any lack in volume was very quickly made up for when she came again. And again. And again and again and again and then a few more fucking times for good measure. She only stopped when Noi got inflated so much that she could no longer effectively thrust. And then it kept going for a bit until Noi was forced off of Dinky’s cock entirely which was honestly really fucking hot.

“Okay. Uh. I think that’s probably enough to satisfy Trixie?”

“It’s definitely enough to satisfy me,” Dinky said, eyes firmly locked on Noi’s inflated midsection. “You look pregnant.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not?”

“If you are I am going to throttle Trixie,” Dinky replied, matter of factly. “But I’m pretty sure she wasn’t stupid enough to give me a fully functional magic cock.”

“It’s definitely a hell of a productive one, geeze.”

“Yeah, uh.” Noi was huge. She didn’t just look pregnant, she looked like she was about to pop, unleashing fucking octuplets on the world. Her giant breasts rested heavily on the bulge, deforming slightly at the point of contact. “Yeah.”

Noi raised an eyebrow. “Y’into this?”

“Well, um. Knowing that there won’t be any consequences unless I want there to be? Yeah, kinda.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I’m into it. So, like, hey! Convenient fetish overlap. Hella.”

“Hella.”

Noi made a face. “Okay. Never say ‘hella’ again.”

“Was it that bad?”

“Like a grandma saying mildly outdated slang.”

“Oof. Okay, yeah, that’s pretty bad. No more hella from me.”

“You just said it again.”

“That was the last time, I promise.”

“Okay. Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Hella.”

“Hey!”

“Anyway.” Dinky flopped back on her bed. “I think I’m done for real this time.”

“If you weren’t I’d be tellin’ you to go find someone else to fill. I don’t think I can fit through your door.”

“That’s quitter talk.”

“Oi, don’t you sass me. I’m the sassy one here, you’re the long-suffering straightmare.”

“I can sass if I want to.”

“You’re bad at it.”

“But am I better or worse at sassing than I am at saying ‘hella’.”

“Argh! Stop bullying me!”

“I haven’t actually seen you in fuckin’ days, I’ve got a backlog of sass to throw at you.”

“I don’t have to put up with this abuse. I’m goin’ to the bathroom to, uh, drain. I hope your shower gets clogged with cum.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I-” Noi frowned. “Okay so like you’re objectively right about that but I don’t think either of us wants to think about your mom’s giant fucking penis right now.”

“Anyway, good luck getting to the bathroom considering you can’t fit through the door.”

“... Fuck.” Noi’s frown deepened. “Dinks?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m gonna need y’all to push me.”

~~~

Things went back to normal weirdly quickly. It probably helped that the timing was such that, by the time Dinky got cured, it was the weekend. Twist had eventually brought her fucking notes over and Dinky dove headfirst into homework, which was nice and therapeutic. By the time Monday rolled around, Dinky felt nice and refreshed. Things weren’t entirely back to the status quo – she could no longer look Snails in the eye (or, by extension, Snips). And, of course, she did her level best to avoid interacting with any of Tiara’s minions. Mildly annoying, considering her friendship with Twist, but also she really didn’t want to deal with that shit right now.

Unfortunately for Dinky, there was very little stopping Tiara from coming to her. “You,” she hissed, before unceremoniously grabbing her by the shirt and dragging her off. “We are going to have Words in private.”

“Class is about to start, can it not wait?”

“No.” Tiara dragged her all the way to the bathroom, hurling her into the stall and locking the door behind them. She looked infuriated, definitely close to the angriest that Dinky had ever seen her, and was blushing furiously. “What the fuck did you do.”

“What do you mean what the fuck did I do?”

“You know what I fucking mean!!!!!”

“I really don’t.”

Tiara, somehow managing to blush even more furiously, pinched the bridge of her snout. “For Celestia’s sake, I- Here, since you’re a fucking idiot apparently I’m just going to show you.” With that, she unceremoniously dropped her cute skirt, showing off that she still had a penis.

“Oh. Huh. That should be gone.”

“Yeah,” Tiara hissed. “It should.”

“Uh-”

“Twist’s is gone. Silver’s spare is gone. Snails’s tits are gone – which, by the way I’m also mad at you about.”

“I- what?”

“You deleted my minions’ penises!!!!”

“That’s what you’re mad about?!”

“What else would I be mad about?”

“oh my fucking god.” It was Dinky’s turn to be exasperated. “Okay, so, first off, it turns out that if I didn’t delete my cock and by extension your minions’ cocks I would have actually died.”

Tiara’s fury faltered a bit. “Oh. Hrm.”

“Yeah.”

“Well... I’m still annoyed, but it’s a bit more understandable. Slightly.”

“I’m shocked by your magnanimity.”

“Fuck you.”

“What about, uh-”

“God, that’s the worst part. If you’d deleted it that’d be one thing, but now not only do I have a penis it’s a small penis.”

“Right okay I’m leaving. Bye.”

“H-hey! Get back here! I’m not done with you!”

“And yet I am done with you.” She pointedly ignored Tiara’s continued impotent raging, making her way out of the bathroom and to class. Life, for Dinky Doo at least, was mostly back to normal.

Author's Note

There we go, the last chapter 'a this thing. It's been a long time coming but it's finally done. Strictly speaking, it was actually done back in June but I held off on posting until today because hey! The very first chapter of Sex on the Beach was posted on July 30th, 2014 - ten years ago today. Where do we go from here? Well, I'm gonna keep writing porn. I may have slowed down on the pony stuff but I've still got plenty of things in the works, new and old. We're gonna keep on goin' and keep on growin', at least as long as Fimfiction still exists. Thanks to everyone who's supported my work so far, whether on patreon or just by reading it, and thanks to all the friends I've made along the way (there's a lot of 'em!) Here's to another decade, y'all!