Pipsqueak had a problem.

“Are you sure that you don't want me to open the window?” asked Rumble, studying Pip carefully, " You look kind of sweaty."

"No it's fine I'm fine really its not that hot in here."

“Alright, if you say so.” Rumble shut his eyes and leaned back into the couch.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon and Pipsqueak was sitting next to Rumble on the opposite end of the couch. Scootaloo had invited Pipsqueak over for lunch but had forgotten to place an order, she had left about 15 minutes ago to go pick up the food and said she would return as soon it was cooked and ready to go. Rumble had declined to join her and stayed home and was now sitting on the couch waiting patiently for her to return. Pipsqueak was also decided to wait with Rumble, and therein lay his problem.

Pip was hopelessly attracted to Rumble, and he was trying his best to hide his growing erection from the stallion sitting a few feet away.

"Sorry again about keeping you waiting, she never seems to plan ahead for these sorts of things," sighed Rumble, his eyes still shut.

"Oh it's not a bother, I had breakfast! Porridge and crackers. I'm not starving or anything..."

“I just wish we had something to do here, we're still unpacking so we don't actually have much stuff out,” Rumble gestured to the mountain of cardboard boxes stacked against the wall.

“Don’t worry about that at all, Rumble! I’m perfectly fine!” replied Pipsqueak, looking at the boxes.

Pipsqueaks eye wandered, and began to busy themselves, glancing over Rumbles body. Since hitting puberty the young colt had grown into a magnificent specimen of a stallion. He was larger than Big Macintosh, with strong supple muscle that rippled sensuously under his skin as he walked, and bright purple eyes that Pipsqueak found himself getting lost into every time they had a face to face conversation.

And that was to say nothing about the massive organ between his legs.

Pipsqueak had never seen him at full mast, but in company with friends and while walking behind he couldn't help but notice the two swollen orbs between his legs and the proportionally large sheathe housing his no doubt impressive shaft. With Rumbles current sitting position that sheathe was currently on full display resting on top of his tight sack.

Pipsqueak felt his mouth watering, his cock throbbing.underneath his hoof. In an attempt to hide his erection, he had one of his forelegs pressing down on his spotted shaft and was awkwardly squishing it in between his thighs so Rumble would not notice his arousal. Since Pipsqueak was a bit of a runt, standing a few inches shy of average height for a stallion, his own equipment was also proportionally smaller than average, making his efforts to hide it a success, but it was doing nothing to quell his intensifying need to get off.

"I'm going to pop off to the loo for a moment,” Pipsqueak said, jumping off the couch and trotting away.

“The what?" Responded Rumble, not opening his eyes

“The bathroom.” replied Pipsqueak quickly.

“Alright Pip, I'll be right here.”

"Control yourself damn you! He's got a mare! You're just a friend over for lunch! Not for a blow and go!"

Pipsqueak sighed, hanging his head as he looked into the mirror. He had wanted to relieve himself in the toilet, however, as with the new house it had actually been out of order as the hastily scribbled sign on the toilet lid so told. Propping himself up on the sink he could feel his erection pulsing beneath him, his mind adrift as he fantasized about Rumble sitting in the other room on the couch

Not really knowing what else to do, Pipsqueak grumbled and stroked himself as he thought of all the lurid things he could let Rumble do to him.

Pip flattened his ears as he stared his own body in the mirror. Despite the knowledge and despair that would bring him, Pip had one measured himself at full mast. His own erection stood only at 5 inches long, which was a few inches below average for a stallion. Stroking it still felt very good. Under sized, underweight, with a smaller than average cock, long mane and tail, slight features, light brown eyes, and wider than average hips for stallion. Pip felt like walking ball of awkward. On more than one occasion he had been mistaken for a mare from behind. Iif he were to be motivated enough he could pursue a relationship with a pony that would find that attractive in a stallon, unfortunately the stallion on his mind right now was more than likely 100% not interested in doing anything with a pony like him.

Pipsqueak stopped stroking his erection, if he kept it up at this point he'd paint the underside of his friends sink with semen, and that would be incredibly gross and rude for a houseguest to do. With no other recourse Pip decided he was going to walk back into the living room, hopefully with Rumble sitting stoically on the couch. Pip could feel his erection pressed stiffly against the underside of belly as he walked out of the bathroom. At least it wasn’t big enough to be noticed.

“There you are! Dude, you've gone for like 10 minutes!"

Rumble seemed a bit flustered, as if he wasn't expecting Pip to come back at all. His cheeks looked a bit flushed, and he was leaning straight a bit more than he was before pip left.

As pip turn the corner road to the front of the couch he immediately saw it what was causing Rumble to look so flustered. Rumbles cock was fully erect and bobbing gently.

“Rumble? What the-”

“I'm... I dunno. You were gone for so long and I was thinking about what me and Scoot were gonna do after you'd left and it just... You know how it goes sometimes!”

Rumble blushed, his light grey cheeks tinged with pink. Even at this age and size he could still be adorable without even trying. Of course it was hard to tear his focused away from the towering length in front of him. It took all of Pipsqueaks willpower to not completely gape at his friend's cock.

Pip felt his penis twitch madly against his belly. Since there was nowhere else to sit, and the floor wasn’t carpeted, Pipsqueak resumed his spot sitting on the couch.

Neither of them spoke for a single, painful minute.

“So uh,” Began Pipsqueak, trying to break the air of awkwardness that settled into the room. “Heh, how do you even get around flying with the- you know. Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“Yeah it is actually. I have to sometimes stop flying and just wait for it to settle down. I can't really do the whole flying with a boner thing as much as Scoot goads me into doing it. She likes to show me off and brag about me sometimes.”

“Oh yeah?” chuckled Pipsqueak, trying to not eye the throbbing length of cock a couple of feet away.” I'm sure she brings up your measurements all the time.”

“Actually I don't know how long it is,” admitted Rumble.

“Really?!” Pipsqueak look shocked. “Really. I figured for some reason that you or uh, scoots would have-”

Rumble shrugged. “Nah, I'm not the kind of stallion to take a tape measure to his dick, but I know that other ponies do. Although, I've been getting curious…”

Rumble turned his head to Pipsqueak. “Have you measured yourself?”

Pipsqueak felt shame creeping onto his cheeks. “Y-yeah.”

“So you know exactly how big it is?”

Pip cringed at Rumble describing his cock as big. “Yeah.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Hey pip.” Rumble said with some trepidation. “I kind of want find out right now.”

Pip felt felt his face grow hot. "You do?"

“I know it's unorthodox but uh, we don't own any rulers or tape measure... But, I have an idea, to use as a measure."

Pip stared at Rumble, waiting for the punchline to what must surely be a joke.

Using your uh," he gestured towards Pipsqueaks penis.

"Hahaha, that's-!" Started Pip, but he cut himself off when Rumbles expression didn't change. “Really?”

“Yeah...just. not for long. I just wanted to know for myself I guess. We dont have to but like, I dunno… you didn’t say no so…”

They both swiveled to face each other on the couch. Rumbles left leg fell off the side of the couch, his right, he stretched out all the way to the other end past Pips hips. Pipsqueak scootched himself closer to Rumble, bracing his foreleg on Rumbles muscular hind leg until...

Pip let out a soundless gasp. He was right in front of Rumbles enormous cock, and the head of his own penis was resting against the warm flesh of Rumbles! It was so large that the tip of the head was level with the top of Pips nose. There were great thick veins bulging out along the length of it, and the flesh was glistening and slick with precum, which Pip noticed was oozing from the tip and slowly coating the shaft. Pip felt his mouth salivating as he stared at the monstrous member.

His own penis, mottled brown and pink towards the head, was completely dwarfed by the spire of flesh it rested against, the tip just about reaching the medial ring on Rumbles.

“Pip?”

“Yeah?” Pip tilted his eyes up to Rumble. The size difference made him feel like a colt again.

“Can I uh, measure?” He said. Pip felt the strong throb of Rumbles length pulse against his own.

“Sure.” Replied Pip, trying his best to hide his intensifying arousal. Aside from the copious amount of pre dribbling down the massive shaft, Rumble looked nowhere near as visually excited as Pip. He was as calm as a coma about the whole thing.

Rumble inched himself a little closer, so that their respective lengths were pressed up together.

Pip restrained a soft moan when he felt Rumbles hoof wrap around his cock.

“How uh, much?”

“Sorry?” Pip said breathily.

“How long is yours, exactly?” Rumble said, pressing his hoof just a little harder against the mottled length.

“F-F-Five inches long, exactly.” Pipsqueak sputtered weakly. Pip was again aghast. Rumbles hoof was so big that his own diminutive cock vanished from sight cupped like this. The soft pad of his hoof provided more stimulation on his sensitive flesh that he’d expected. Pip felt his penis twitch hard against Rumbles rock hard length, which didn't move at all.

Alright, so if you're five at the tip," Rumble slid his hoof off Pips penis (which elicited a quiet moan from the smaller stallion) and up the slick length of flesh, "ten" he paused, noting the spot where his cock was double the length, and glided it up even higher, where Pips brown eyes followed in rapt attention.

Fifteen... Sixteen, seventeen." Rumble rested his hoof at the very top of the fat, glistening head of his cock. "Wow".

"Wow" repeated Pipsqueak. His normally rapid mental math was stunted by how impossibly turned on he was. Rumbles cock was seventeen inches long! That was more than three times the length of his own, and nearly as thick as his leg! He knew that Rumble was big but, now that he exactly knew, it simply staggered him. Pip was so lost in his lustful calculation he couldn't hide how hard he was staring up and down at the titanic shaft pressed against his puny penis.

“Pip?”

The pinto flinched, now realizing how hard he was staring.

“Yes Rumble?”

“Do you want this?”

Pip felt his heart skip a beat.

“C-Come again?” He sputtered.

Do you want this? Rumble punctuated his question by flexing his cock muscle, causing his shaft to push pips penis backwards slightly, the tip wedging itself under Rumbles hard ring.

“I...I-”

“Because if you do, it's right here, and I'm right here, and nobody else is here," Rumble slid his hoof up and down all seventeen inches of his well lubricated shaft. A fat glob of pre oozed out the tip and rolled down the front of his shaft, pooled along the medial ring, and coated Pips cock, which was pressed underneath it.

It was too much. Pip abandoned all pretenses and doubts about this whole situation and reached his hoof up to pull Rumbles fat cock head into his mouth.

Mmmmpff, Pip moaned loudly, swirling his tongue around the tip, and was immediately rewarded with a glob of warm precum. Pips hoof rested just below the back of Rumbles shaft, his brain registering ever bulging vein and bump along the length he was rubbing.

Pip swallowed the pre building up and leaned forward, opening his mouth wide enough to swallow the entire tip and another inch or so of his turgid shaft. It was just the right size to fit inside his mouth, the fat head fitting inside comfortably, filling half of his mouth, pulsing warmly and sending more pre down his throat. Pips tongue was pressed against the underside, tightly, but with enough space to move around and massage what was there.

“Ahhh, that feels real good Pip.”

Mmmmmhmmm. Moaned Pip in response. He'd never given a blow job, but he's had a mare blow him once before. It had indeed felt amazing, but she had easily managed to swallow his eager length. The size of the cock that Pip was currently choking down didn't leave him much recourse other than to suck on the head. Despit his best effort it wasn't much of a proper blowjob.

Rumble realized the same thing, and after another minute, pressed his hoof against the side of Pips head and told him. “Sit on the floor and open your mouth.”

Pip whined happily, withdrawing off Rumble and gulping down the pre that had been gathering in his mouth. He positioned himself on the floor in front of Rumble, looking up at him with his tongue hanging out. Sweet Celestia he looked even more enormous from this angle. The giant shaft twitched excitedly, the fat sack, containing balls as big as oranges, was tight and glistening and so full.

Rumble changed his seating position, and gently pushed down on his cock until it was just horizontal enough for Pip to accept into his waiting mouth. Pip opened his jaw wide, and Rumble slid himself in.

Pip gagged, feeling the fat cock head he was happily suckling moments ago shoved to the very back of his throat. Pip placed a hoof along the length outside his mouth. Despite the capacity of his mouth filled, there had to be around ten inches of cock left outside.

The twitching of his own mediocre length reminded him of the lack of attention to his own cock, but he had his hooves (and mouth) filled at the moment. It slapped weakly against his belly.

That feels much better, Rumble sighed happily, resting his hooves on Pips head.

Pip did his best to pleasure Rumble, moving his head back and forth, wiggling his tongue around, humming while stroking the piece of meat on his mouth. There was not much else to think about as Pip slurped and sucked on the few inches of the seventeen inch long cock he was attempting to please. The strong aroma of Rumbles musk filled his nostrils, since he couldn't breathe through his mouth, and made him feel even more aroused and light headed than he thought possible.

Orally pleasing Rumble, despite feeling amazing, was more difficult than pip had hoped. His jaw was getting tired, and the penisin his mouth twitched and pulsed constantly. Pip wanted to stroke himself as well. Despite the task at hoof and his incredibly foggy, lust fueled thoughts, he found his mind wandering. How did Scootaloo manage to please this beast of a-

Pip opened his eyes wide in a brief moment of clarity.

Scootaloo. Rumbles mare. Who would be back soon.

And he was currently blowing her coltfriend

Pip felt a slight panic. Scoot was a mare who tended to be very passionate about everything she did, and pip did not want her to catch him with 7 inches one of the things she was most passionate about doing stuffed down his throat.

Pip attempted to slide his head backwards, but Rumbles iron grip produced only slight neck strain.

Mmm?

Attempting to catch Rumbles attention proved difficult. He was groaning and grunting himself and Pips vocal attempts of contract only produced louder groans of pleasure from the massive Pegasus.

Getting desperate, Pip roughly tapped on the length of cock outside of his mouth.

“Sorry pip, but I'm close.”

Mph?!

Rumble lurched forwards, putting his weight on Pips head and pushing him further down. Pipsqueak vocalized his discomfort, but his vision was suddenly filled with the length of dick he couldn't fit into his mouth.

And suddenly, his mouth was immediately filled with just that.

Pip gagged as the entire length of Rumbles monstrous shaft was forced all the way into his maw and down his throat. He could feel the hard medial ring bulging in the back of his throat, and the steady throb of Rumbles cock twitching inside his mouth. Pip felt extremely light lightheaded. He could barely breathe! And the only oxygen he could inhale was the thick musky air where his nose was shoved against the base of Rumbles dick.

Rumble rested there for a moment, then began to pump about half his length in and out of Pipsqueaks mouth. It was slow at first, but Rumble began to rapidly pick up the pace and was now pistoning three quarters of his dick into Pips mouth.

Pip could go nothing but sit there, moaning and whimpering as Rumble fucked his throat. He wasnt able to properly pleasure Rumble with his lips and tongue, he was just too much for him. All Pipsqueak was good for now was a means to get Rumble off; a living fucktoy, a receptacle for the imminent load of semen to be unleashed from the swollen sack slapping at his chin. It was the single most degrading moment of his life.

And Pip couldn't love it more.

Rumble groaned even louder and bucked his hips into Pips mouth hard, holding himself there. Pip inhaled sharply through his nose, feeling Rumbles engorged cock swelling and pulsating on his tongue, then traveling down his tightly packed throat, until he felt a huge load of cum gush into his stomach.

Pip exhaled in relief, feeling the repeated bursts filling his belly. Each pulse unleashed a fat stream of jizz, filling him and filling him and filling him up so fast that in only a matter of seconds that Pip realized he didn't feel hungry for hayburgers anyone

And Rumble hadn't stopped emptying his load into his stomach.

Pip groaned, the pleasant sensation of a full meal rapidly being replaced with the more unpleasant feeling of being overstuffed.. He felt stretched inside beyond belief and there was still cum being dumped directly into his belly, which had now expanded so much he could feel it pushing into his legs a little more with every one of his laboured breaths.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness from the lack of fresh oxygen, he heard Rumble sigh above him, and slowly began to ease his length out of Pips mouth. The tip of Rumbles fat cockhead was still mostly flared, and with some difficulty, Rumble finally eased it out of Pips mouth

“Whew, that felt good,” sighed Rumble happily.

“Ohhh.” Pip moaned, sitting back on his haunches. He ran a hoof over his swollen belly. It looked like he'd gorged himself at an all you can eat buffet. Or swallowed a watermelon. Pip tentatively squeezed his stomach. It gave a little and his stomach gurgled from his liquid lunch.

Rumble exhaled heavily. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” replied Pip with a cough, rubbing his throat, and looking up at Rumbles towering member. It was still rock hard and twitching, slick with saliva. Watching it made Pip shudder in anticipation. Did Rumble even have a refractory period?

“Did you get off?” Asked Rumble.

“No.” replied Pip.” Id’ve touched myself but I was occupied.” He stroked his competitively small erection, which twitched urgently. He was close.

Pip carefully squeezed his belly, "Blimey! How does Scoot handle this?"

Rumble snorted, and flattened his ears. He suddenly looked wide eyed and worried and... was looking past Pipsqueak.

"Why don'tcha just ask me yourself?" Came an icey question from behind Pip.

Knowing exactly who the owner of the voice was, Pip turned sound to see Scootaloo standing at the door. Saddlebags weighed down with fast food and drinks pinched her wings to the side, and a supersizr hayburger feedbag dangled from her neck.

Her bright purple eyes were narrowed directly at Pipsqueak. All 79lbs of athletic orange fury started approaching him at a brisk pace.

Pipsqueak, weighed down and exhausted from the gallons of cum he'd just had pumped into him, closed his eyes in total fear of the Pegasus bearing towards him…

Looks like bad times ahead for Pipsqueak!

Author's Note

Here's some visual aid to the various scenes in the story~