Raising the Dough

by Steel Quill

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Pony Joe, Slice of Life, Anthro
Length: 14503

Pinkie experiences an unexpected magical mishap that expands her outlook on herself. Donut Joe steps in to give his marefriend a confidence boost among other things.

Pinkie and Donut Joe's relationship has been steadfast since they got together. Through Joe, Pinkie feels more confident and secure as a mare, until a magical mishap causes her to hide in fear of rejection for her new appearance. When Joe seeks her out, he comes to find that there's only more of his marefriend to love. A lot more to love.

Inspired by Spindlesx, cover art also belongs to Spindles. Cannot link to tumblr as it is NSFW.
Kinks: Breast/ass expansion, lactation/breastfeeding, excessive cum, titfucking, hyper cock, ball worship, rimming/facesitting, ass worship

Published 2015-09-17 01:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-17 01:30:02 UTC

Raising the Dough

To Donut Joe, a peaceful morning in Ponyville was an oddity. It wasn't the aspect of being used to chaos that made him feel so; even with the very spirit of Chaos living within the town limits, Discord certainly kept to his own ends usually. For Joe, a peaceful morning belied one of two prospects. The first and more common event is a calm before a storm of events. He could recall just last week waking up to a similar morning, only for the town to be flipped out of whack due to everypony's clocks being changed to dissimilar times. The three cutie-mark seeking culprits alleged they were only trying to earn their marks as timekeepers, though they clearly misunderstood the purpose of the word.

In lieu of the first event, was a less common but equally undesired occurrence; Joe waking up without his marefriend, Pinkie Pie, beside him.

Having been dating for several months now, the mare had become a permanent fixture of his life. The times they spent together each carried a treasured memory in his mind, whether it was spent in leisure at home, watching a movie with a giant bucket of popcorn between them, or out and about at the local lake to escape the heat waves of summer. Joe wasn't much for swimming, granted, but the benefit of seeing his lovely marefriend in a two-piece bikini would have made any wary stallion a beach fanatic in seconds.

“She must've gone off to the castle again.” Joe murmured as he extracted himself out of bed. Monday was always such a troublesome day; the start of the working week was a grind for any soul of labor, and even working in a diner like his would still be heinously laborious. The past weekend had seen many a customer come by, craving the delicious sugary and creamy treats his business offered. Much of his success of late came from a brilliant spin on concept of a Popsicle treat. With an abundance of fruits left over from lack of use, Pinkie had the idea of making them into a type of frozen dessert for the summer. Add in Joe's idea of using yogurt to stabilize the creation as well as give it an additional zing, and they were reaping in the bits.

Joe loved that aspect of his marefriend: creativity flowed from her as much as the energy she exhibited every day. He admired her thought process and felt that if given the chance, Pinkie could be her own proverbial think tank for chefs everywhere if she wasn't busy as the Element of Happiness. On occasion, Joe sometimes felt disbelief that he'd had the fortune of being her special somepony. It was almost like a dream, the way she would smile at him, pink curls framing her face as her bright baby blues would gaze up at him. Joe had lost himself in those eyes on many an occasion, in the bedroom as much as in public.

Shaking his head in the shower, Joe chuckled at his thoughts. He was totally enamored with the mare for certain. It made him miss her all the more that morning, but he'd made it clear to her that her role as an Element shouldn't be neglected for his behalf. She was a key part of a magic that he could scarcely comprehend, but he did his best to not let it intimidate him. Pinkie wouldn't want to be treated like a queen or some noble like he'd left behind in Canterlot; she just wanted to be a fun-loving mare, and he supported that ideal entirely.

With the day's prep done and himself cleaned and fed, Donut Joe left his apartment to head out to his calling and business. The diner was as solid a fixture in the town as ever. With the name “Donut Joe's Donut Shack” displayed prominently in pink and blue across the wide headboard, the white-painted building had become a solid locale for all to enjoy. There had been enough success that Joe was looking to expand the building further, to add room for more customers as well as storage space for goods. Many days had come close this past summer to leaving him with little stock to use for the next. If not for Pinkie's aid and some help from Sugarcube Corner, he would have had many a rough day and many an unappeased customer.

What Joe did not expect to find at his front door was Pinkie Pie leaning against the front door, looking at the ground as she held her hands behind her back. When he approached her, her eyes looked up and her smile beamed as Pinkie leapt to him.

“There you are, Joe! Such a sleepy head!” she exclaimed when she reached him, embracing him with both arms around his back.

Joe let himself be momentarily distracted by the two squishy pillows pressed into his chest before remembering to return her hug. The close proximity let him nuzzle her mane, the pink bouncing curls soft against his cheek before he pulled away. “I can't help it if somepony takes all the energy of the day with her wherever she goes.” he joked. “I was wondering where you went this morning.”

When she stepped back, Pinkie giggled. “I couldn't wake ya for anything, Joe! You were as tired as Rainbow Dash after a training session! Or in the middle of the day. And in the morning.” she replied, bringing a hand to her chin. “She needs to get more caffeine in her.” A bounce came to Pinkie as she wiggled on her toes. “Ooh! We should totally make a smoothie for athletes to try when they come by!”

The brown-maned stallion just shook his head. His marefriend wasn't the most energetic mare in town for nothing. Looking at her now, she was the picture of brightness and cheer. Her luscious pink mane was tossed back behind her head, framing her heart-shaped face as she beamed at him. Following the trail of her mane down brought Joe to observe just how bouncy she really was that morning: the light pink shirt with striped sleeves did little to hold back how the swell of her bust followed her motions. It almost made him question if she'd forgotten a bra that morning; she'd once done so when they had spent a passionate night together and gone to work with each other the following morning. Joe had dropped five trays of donuts from watching her for too long.

Tearing his eyes away from the tantalizing display, he observed the rest of her lovely form being hidden behind a thigh-length pink skirt and striped leggings of the same design as her shirt sleeves. Her color coordination suited her well, and the leggings were a nice touch to the supple, pleasantly thick thighs' shape. She was a walking bombshell of a mare, with all the explosive energy to match the term.

“Joe, if you keep drooling like that, ponies are gonna think you've gone and lost your mind!” Pinkie's giggle tore him back to focus on her face, now turned into a humored smile as he wiped at his muzzle quickly and brushed his hand on his pants.

“No sane stallion could keep his mind with such a marefriend like you being so beautiful, Pinkie.” he replied. He almost winced at the sappiness coming from himself; maybe he needed more coffee? Yet she didn't tease him on the reply. Instead, she smiled a small smile and embraced him again, gently so this time.

“You big lug. And ponies wonder where I get so many sweet ideas!” she said before pulling back. It was then that Joe noticed a bag beside her feet, a large green duffel bag zipped up and ready to go.

“What's this for? Did you bring some treats from Sugarcube Corner?” His question was met with an aside glance as Pinkie rubbed her foot against the ground, grinding the toes of her shoes into the grass.

“Not exactly, no. Twilight got a message from the Crystal Empire, about this big meanie that's been messing with folks traveling to the Empire. We're not sure what it is, but it's something big. And he's feisty too, because he keeps attacking the train tracks. Shining's usual guards would handle it, but every time they try, he keeps knocking them away. So Twilight volunteered to help her big brother out. And so we're gonna help out too!” Her explanation made Joe frown, causing her to smile sheepishly. “I promise though, I'll be completely fine! I've dealt with a lot of worse stuff, you know!”

“Yeah, just uh,” he trailed off, scratching his cheek, “You know how I feel about you being in danger. I'd rather almost go with you myself, just to help. Or something.”

Pinkie smiled to herself at Joe's protective nature. It was something she'd come to find he held in reserve for her in particular. Any time there was ever a worry or possible danger to her, he was ready to put himself on the line for her. He always talked up how he had handled brawls before at his diner in Canterlot, but this was something different. She couldn't let him be put in danger either, just as he doesn't want her to be.

“Joe honey, I appreciate the offer. I really do! Like when you offered to babysit Gummy for me when I went to visit Maud at the old rock farms.” she stated. “But you know, this is a little different than that. And I've handled the tough stuff before! I'm an Element, you know!” She flexed an arm and made an aggressive pout, mimicking a wartime rally poster from the old history museums they'd seen once.

Joe chuckled and nodded. “That you are.” He stepped closer and held her by her shoulders. “But more important to me, you're my Pinkie Pie. My marefriend. You don't need to be an Element to be that.” he said before brushing a lock of her hair back behind her ear. “You better promise me you'll come back in one piece. Not one sugar drop out of place.”

Pinkie nodded quickly. “Of course!” she exclaimed. An idea came to her mind suddenly, and she turned her head left, right, and all about while Joe blinked in confusion until she spoke. “And when I get back, maybe you and I can set aside some of that chocolate fondue for some fun?” The playful tone made his imagination harken back to other times when such words were suggested to him. The resulting fun that followed such an invitation formed some of the best and passionate memories of intimacy with Pinkie. It was a quick lesson learned to never underestimate the creative passion of the baker mixed with her lustful desires.

“I think we have a deal, Pinkie.” He said finally, making her giggle before pausing. He watched as her tail shook, followed by her arm and then each digit of her hand. “Pinkie sense?”

“Pinkie sense. Twilight's about to call for me to come meet them at the station. I told them I wanted to try and catch you first.” she explained, hoisting up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. Once done, she leaned up and kissed him softly, giving him only a moment to return it before she parted. “I'll come find you when we get back!” she added before turning and sprinting in wide strides towards the train station.

Joe could only watch as she went, cotton-candy tail waving behind her as she ran off on her next adventure. Shaking his head, the stallion turned to the diner and dug into his pockets for his keys. It would be a quiet weekend without her around, but he could wait for her. He'd wait as long as she needed him to; if anything, it gave him a drive to work that much harder to be ready for when she got back. Maybe he could concoct a surprise for her to enjoy when she got back?

********

The fingers tapping on the counter kept their steady rhythm as their owner stared at the clock above the doorway. The tapping motions had been steady for the past two days, steadfast as his patience while he waited out every lingering second. The diner itself was steady in business, customers coming and going with hands full of either prepared baked goods or empty wrappers with their contents in their owners' stomachs. But it would be another server or cashier who would answer to each customer, while Joe kept to himself.

It had been two days since he knew of the Elements' return to Ponyville from their journey out to the Crystal Empire. Joe had been told of this by his co-worker Rosemary, who had spotted the train bearing them home. She had been waiting for her cousin Sage Ribbon to come to town. Unfortunately, she told Joe she did not see them particularly arrive, only knowing it was their train when she saw the royal guards of the Crystal Empire stationed at the train's doorways.

Joe's own investigation had bore little fortune in seeing Pinkie herself as well. Granting her a day to give her time to rest – which she'd surely need, if her tales of their past adventures were any indication – was plenty welcome. He simply took that time to cook her up one of her favorite treats, a chocolate and vanilla sundae, to bring it to her. Arriving at Sugarcube Corner, Mr. and Mrs. Cake were delighted to see their fellow baker.

But when he explained he wanted to go upstairs and surprise her with it, the look they shared before answering made him suspicious.

“Pinkie told us that she doesn't want to be bothered by anypony. Not that you're a bother!” Mr. Cake explained at Joe's frown. “Just that she doesn't want to be seen. These journeys they go on take so much out of them. It's the same as her hitting a huge sugar crash like at Hearth's Warming.”

Joe had sighed and nodded. “I see. Could you at least tell her I stopped by and give her this?” he requested.

The Cakes had agreed, and he passed it along to them before departing. The walk back was far less enjoyable than his arrival, and he had chanced a glance back to look at the upper story where Pinkie lived. Joe had paused when he thought he saw the curtains move, but when he blinked, there was nothing. The donut maker left and returned to his post, though his workers could denote a lackluster effort in his voice and actions.

In the present day, however, Joe's patience was dwindling. Working and living on the streets of Canterlot left one with a sharper awareness of ponies than the typical civilian. It was how he could gauge when a crying child might want an ice cream treat rather than a milkshake, or how a frustrated post office worker might want to take apart his sundae with his fork rather than use that fork on his own employees. When he put that sense to work on debunking the mystery of Pinkie's absence, now going on three days, it told him he needed to seek out answers. He might just have to put the squeeze a little on somepony to get them, however.

The bell ringing snapped him from his thoughts, bringing his attention to the customer who walked in through the front door. With as dramatic a flourish as one might expect, Rainbow Dash entered the diner with her head held high and wings at rest behind her. If she had room, she'd have allowed them to be spread wide in a display of athletic prowess, he was sure. Pinkie had always told him how Dash loved to exhibit her abilities. Her lean, muscular form was a testament to this fact, undoubtedly crafted from the strict Wonderbolts inspired regiment she kept herself to.

Oh yes. Joe knew plenty of Rainbow Dash's quirks and gears. He was counting on one particular quirk as she approached him.

“Rainbow Dash! Been awhile since I saw you wander in here. I think the last time was for snacks for the Daring Do movie premiere, right?” he asked, putting on a wide smile at seeing her.

“You betcha! Those treats were some of the best around! Of course the most awesome mare in town would get them for the most awesome movie!” Joe had to chuckle to himself. That was another thing about Rainbow Dash: if she could allow it, she'd invoke every use of “awesome” as a word she could make.

“Well, you're in luck today. I happen to have something extra to spare in the back. And since you're my 250th customer this month, I reckon you can have it.” He said.

This got the mare's attention immediately. “Is it anything like that triple chocolate milkshake you and Pinkie gave me that one time? I swear I got such a brain freeze from it, but it was so totally worth it!” Her voice cracked as her wings gave an excited flap.

“Even better. Come on, follow me. Rosemary, watch the counter would you? Vanilla, come here with me. I'll need a second hand.” The tan-colored mare gave a nod and sat down her tray to follow Joe and Rainbow Dash to the back storage room. Stepping into the room allowed a refreshing chill of AC to wash over them each, Joe smiling whilst Dash and Vanilla both gave a light shiver. Dash was most affected, being clad only in her workout attire of a t-shirt and shorts.

“So where's this surprise at?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow at Joe.

Donut Joe only smirked and opened a door labeled “Employees Only”, holding it open for her to step inside. The excited gasp that came from the pegasus' lips was given cause when he followed in after her, Vanilla shutting the door behind them. Within the office, placed atop his desk, sat a clearly marked barrel of Apple family brand cider.

“Is that...”

“Blueberry Superstition. One of the last remaining barrels that hasn't been drank, destroyed, lost, or stored away in a museum.” Joe answers for her. Seeing her enraptured with the barrel, he nods at Vanilla, who locks the door. “Brewed some time ago back when Ponyville still bore a wider expanse of farms dedicated to cider marketing. A friend of mine in Canterlot saved me one of these for special occasions. One glass of that is said to be worth more in bits than the usual 'high class quality' ciders out from Manehattan or Appleoosa.”

Rainbow approached the barrel with twitching hands, clearly eager to sample and see if the rumors hold true. “A-and you're just gonna give me this?” she asked in disbelief.

“Hey. A special customer is a special customer. And I always heard tales of your cider appreciation from folks when cider season rolled around.” he replied, walking around her to stop next to the barrel. “Go ahead.”

Not one to turn down such an invitation, Rainbow immediately knelt in front of the barrel and turned the faucet fixed upon the barrel's middle. But to her surprise, no liquid ambrosia came forth to greet her taste buds, only dry air. Blinking in surprise, she lifted up and turned the faucet more, yet to no avail.

“Uh, Joe? Is this thing broke?” she asked, looking up at him.

Joe stared at her, then the barrel, before laughing. “Oh! Silly me.” He chuckled, making Rainbow give a small nervous laugh as well while he continued. “No, it's not broken.” he turned and reached down behind the desk and lifted up a see-through mug bearing the royal purple cider the rainbow-maned mare sought. “See, this is all that's left of it. One single glass. Terrible shame, I know.”

Looking at the mare's face, you could swear she wasn't seeing a mug of cider, but almost one of her own precious Wonderbolts figures being held for ransom. “Joe. Please. Be careful with that. Don't spill any drops.” she urged him.

She was fixated on the mug so much that he was sure he could have led her all around town with it. But instead, he only took a step forward, mimicking a tripping motion to make the cider slosh in it's container while Rainbow flinched visibly.

“Oh, I wouldn't dare. I mean, something like this? Why, you've better luck finding a golden egg in a hen house.” he replied, swirling the purple cider about in its glass. Looking to her, he smiled. “And I did promise you it, after all.”

“Joe, what's going on? Why are you…?” Rainbow asked. Her words trailed off as she frowned. “Is this some kind of cruel joke?”

“Joke? No, no, not at all.” He assured before frowning at her. “What is a joke though? Is nopony telling me what's happened to my marefriend, Pinkie Pie.” He said firmly, staring at her as he sat the mug down. “And you're going to give me the details. Or this cider is going right down the drain.”

“You wouldn't! That vintage hasn't been in town in 10 years! I know it hasn't, I had Twilight check!” Rainbow pleaded. “Besides, you said you promised me that!”

“If you give me answers.” Joe persisted, tapping his finger on the side of the mug and making it lean forwards over the edge of the desk. Rainbow's face paled but she sighed as it settled and righted itself once more. “Talk. Where is Pinkie Pie?”

“I don't know. I don't keep up with her. You think I can just find her that easy? That mare is the grandmaster of hide and seek! Even Discord couldn't find her in his own dimension, and he created that place himself!” she exclaimed.

“That's not a good enough answer, Dash.” Joe stated, eying her as he poked the mug once more. The cider gave a wet slosh as it stirred within it's confines. “I know she's been holed up in Sugarcube Corner. She's been there since you all returned from the Crystal Empire.”

“Then why don't you go see her then? You're her coltfriend for Celestia's sake!” she countered.

“I could. But I find it suspicious that so many ponies are so intent on keeping her hidden away from me. I called the Cakes, but they told me she suddenly had fallen ill. Pinkie doesn't get sick that easy. Then they tried to say she'd been visiting with Fluttershy. But Fluttershy informed me that she hadn't seen Pinkie all week.” He detailed.

“Ok, ok!” Rainbow said, holding up her hands in a placating gesture as his hand drifted to the precariously placed mug. “Look, we had to deal with some chump at the Crystal Empire who was claiming to be of greater magical might than Cadance and Shining, ok? He was trying to say he deserved to rule because of some old bylaw about magical monarchy or something.” She stated. At Joe's nod, she continued. “His whole threat was that if he wasn't made king, he'd steal away the kingdom himself. He had apparently already stolen some treasures himself. We weren't sure how he did it.”

“Twilight figured it out though. That egghead knew he was using his magic to do something with all the stuff he'd been stealing. As it turned out, the guy had a talent for shrinking things down to size, right? He could make a statue be like, a billion times smaller and fit in your saddlebag. So when we confronted him, he tried to use it on himself to escape.” Rainbow detailed before sighing. “We caught the guy and came back here and that's all I know! I didn't even see Pinkie on the trip home!”

Joe stared hard into Rainbow's violet hued eyes and couldn't find any dishonesty amidst her claims. “Is that the truth? You don't know what happened to her?”

“I swear it!” She exclaimed. “I would have told you myself, but I promised not to say anything-crap!” She covered her mouth as Joe frowned and plucked up the mug. “No, wait! Wait!” She yelled as he held the mug half turned, to where any simple twitch of his wrist would send precious drops to the floor.

“I don't want lies, Rainbow. I've had enough liars in my lifetime to turn tail and never look back.” Joe warned.

“Just-just hang on!” Rainbow plead. “Look, Rarity and Twilight made me promise not to say anything. They knew what was up with Pinkie, but they didn't tell me when I asked. She wasn't hurt, because we'd have known if she was. But they didn't want me to see her. So I promised not to say anything until Pinkie said it was ok!”

Joe stared her down before sighing and setting the mug back down, the liquid remaining wholly intact within the glass. “So she's not hurt. Just locked away in her room without anypony to talk to, or to have listen to her. And she made you and everypony else promise not to say anything? Was it a Pinkie swear?”

“No, it wasn't. Trust me, we all know what happens if you break one of those. No cider's worth that.” Rainbow answered. “That's all I know!” She brought her hands together and knelt in front of Joe. “Please!”

“I'm kinda questioning your honesty, Rainbow. It doesn't sound like the mark of a friend to abandon somepony when they need folks around them to help them out.” Joe countered, making her flinch at the accusation. “Where's the loyalty in that?”

Vanilla, who was looking on from the doorway at the whole spectacle, wasn't sure what was more entertaining: Joe's impressive posturing as a hard-boiled detective demanding answers or Rainbow's pleading for the cider as if it were a real treasure. Taking pity on the mare, she spoke up.

“She's being sincere, boss. I figure she's in the dark on it like you are.” She commented.

Donut Joe nodded and sighed. “Fair enough.” He stepped away from the desk and to the doorway, Vanilla moving aside for him. “Drink up, Dash. You've earned your keep here.”

Not one to waste a chance, Rainbow Dash immediately snatched up the mug and drank a swig of the juice down. The moment it hit her taste buds however, she paused and spat it back into the glass, swerving to glare at Joe. “Hey, wait a minute!”

The stallion paused and looked over his shoulder at the mare. “Hmm?”

“This isn't Blueberry Superstition! This isn't even cider! This is some kind of washed out grape juice!” she protested. “You lied to me!”

“No I didn't.” Joe replies, making her raise an eyebrow as he pointed at the barrel. “That is a barrel of Blueberry Superstition. I've just never opened it. Keeping it in cold storage froze the cider solid within the barrel.” His explanation urged Dash to lay her hands upon the barrel's wooden sides; sure enough, she withdrew her fingers and rapidly rubbed them against her shorts.

“Ponyfeathers, that's cold!” she hissed.

“Be glad I kept it for you, Dash. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a marefriend to go find. Vanilla, you got the place while I go find Pinkie.” Joe ordered, stepping out quickly with the destination of Sugarcube Corner on his mind while Vanilla shook her head as the pegasus cradled her newfound treasure of cider.

**********

The door to Pinkie Pie's room never appeared so foreboding as it did when Joe stood before it a half hour later. He had stopped home first on his way to Sugarcube Corner to freshen up a little, the day being a warmer one than usual. One could chalk it up to the pegasi skipping out on cloud duty, leaving the skies wide open and the sunshine to beam freely down upon everypony's heads. Upon arriving at the bakery, Joe had thought upon how the Cakes' had rebuffed him before. He could appreciate their care for Pinkie's well-being, but at that moment, it was more imperative he face this head-on rather than have to negotiate. It helped that he had a key to Sugarcube Corner, entrusted to him by Pinkie if he ever needed to get inside.

Joe nodded to himself and moved around to the backside of the house, unlocking the small service door the Cakes' had there for deliveries of stock to use in their business. Once inside, Joe took caution to listen for any sign of the Cakes or the little twins wandering about. Those little deviants were adorable, but Pound and Pumpkin Cake would surely be followed by one of their parents looking to keep them from mischief. Yet he could hear no tell-tale sounds of a rattle, nor of a baby's babble. Peeking his head around every corner, the stallion kept his steps light as he peeked into the main lobby of Sugarcube Corner. But no one was there; it seemed he was the only pony present.

“Huh. Usually there's a storm of customers up here today.” Joe remarked to himself as he entered the room. Noting a plain paper sign on the counter, the stallion plucked it up to read it. In broad red letters, it displayed: “GONE FOR FAMILY OUTING. RE-OPEN TOMORROW.”

Raising an eyebrow, Joe hummed to himself before setting the sign down. Without having to worry for their interference, he made his way to the stairwell. Every step was a creak on the wooden staircase as he made his way to where Pinkie Pie's door was. He'd made this trek enough times in the past that it should hardly weigh on him, but there was a tension pinned between his shoulders as he cleared the final step to reach the upper story of the house. His marefriend's door was clearly marked, dotted and decorated with balloon and streamer designs, as well has her name displayed for all to see.

Pausing there, Joe wracked his mind for just what to say in greeting his hidden goal, the urgency he'd been motivated by when leaving the shop now moved aside in place of cautious concern. What if she was hurt somehow that nopony wanted to say for fear of upsetting her or himself? What if she'd been turned into some sort of terrible monstrous form, kept at bay only within the confines of her personal space? Joe's hand hovered at the wooden paneling of the door in wait for his mental debate to cease.

'The day I choose to leave my special somepony alone by herself is the day I stop being her coltfriend.' He told himself mentally.

Joe's knock on the door sounded twice, in rapid succession. But the muffled reply was quiet enough that he had to lean against the door and press his ear to it to hear.

“Mrs. Cake, I'm fine, really. Go out with the twins.” It was so lackluster that it made Joe wonder why he hadn't just charged up the stairwell the first time round.

“Mrs. Cake is out with the twins and her husband. It's me, Pinks.” Joe stated. “It's Joe.”

There was a brief clatter as something fell to the floor in Pinkie's room. If he could wager a guess, Joe would have pegged it as a spoon or other utensil. He'd heard the sound enough in his own diner many a time.

“Joe? How are you here? How did you find me?” she questioned. Her voice sounded closer now, though still muted by the door.

“Come on, Pinkie. I'm secret agent Joe, remember?” he joked. “Always on the prowl, poking my nose where others try to hide?”

“But I didn't tell anypony I was still here! I haven't even left since we got back from the Crystal Empire!”

Joe leaned his back against the door and chuckled. “Yeah, well. Rainbow Dash isn't the best secret keeper around, you know. Especially when there's cider at risk.”

A small giggle could be heard from the other side before a thump followed it. She must be sitting like he is right now, back to the door. It made him immediately want to try and open the door, if just a tiny portion, to find her hand and hold it.

“Dashie always did enjoy her cider. And I didn't Pinkie Pie swear her either.” Her remark was followed by quiet, making Joe frown as she didn't keep talking. She was always one to talk as much as she breathed; a quiet Pinkie Pie was a sign of an issue.

“Pinkie?”

“Hmm?”

“What happened at the Crystal Empire? Dash told me some of the story. You and the girls had to deal with somepony trying to wedge a claim on the throne. And he was good at shrinking magic, apparently.”

The quiet after made him wonder if she'd heard him. He opened his muzzle to speak, but her voice – though soft – came through the door.

“We took care of the problem. This mean old stallion was trying to make everypony believe he was some sort of magical God. He made a lot of ponies scared because he kept making things vanish. Whole houses, businesses. Ponies were worried he would go after them next if they didn't obey.”

Joe snorted. “Nothing like a unicorn on a power trip to muck things up.” he remarked.

“Twilight was smarter than he was though. She tracked him down and when we confronted him, he got all mad and tried to shrink us too. Course, we were already kinda used to that. Applejack got shrunk but she could still pack a wallop in her hooves. So by the time we were done, we took care of him and got to unshrinking everything he'd stolen.”

The stallion nodded as he listened to her tale. “Sounds pretty open and shut, Pinkie. But that's not everything, is it?”

“...no, it isn't.” Pinkie's voice cracked, making Joe's heart tug as he heard her sniff. “While we were fixing everything up, I tried to carry over a whole bunch of things myself. Cuz I'm good at packing up all kinds of things for ponies, you know? And I was gonna surprise some of them with their things to give to Twilight. But while Twilight was restoring one of the houses, I got in the way and got zapped by mistake. And-and now, I just...” she stopped speaking as sobs emanated from her door. “I don't want anypony to see me!”

Joe frowned to himself, placing a hand on the door as if to try and reach through to her. He couldn't find the words to try and undo her woes as she wept. The sheer sound of her crying was high on his list of things to never allow to occur if possible, alongside selling jelly-less donuts or sitting through a Twilight Sparkle science lecture. It was just not something anypony should be made to endure.

“Pinkie.” Joe finally said, when her sobs had subsided. “Why don't you want me to see you?”

“Cuz you'll think I'm ugly! I look ugly! I-you'll laugh at me!” she protested.

Joe shook his head. “Now why would I think you look ugly for? I've never once said that, ever.”

Pinkie sniffed. “That's because you've never seen me like this! L-like I'm some kind of balloon animal! All stuffed up a-and just...” she trailed off into another series of sobs.

“Pinkie...” Joe murmured before seating himself back against the door again. Only this time, he stared up at the picture across the hallway, depicting Pinkie and her family all together. She had been posted smack dab in the middle between Mr. and Mrs. Cake, the twins perched on either shoulder as she beamed at the cameraman. It was a photo that reminded Joe of just what mattered so much to him about Pinkie Pie. He sat up at that thought and glanced at the door he was resting against.

“Pinkie, do you remember what I told you when I saw you off earlier this week?” he asked.

When her tears had subsided, Pinkie answered. “I didn't lose any sugar drops, Joe. I brought back all of them.”

Joe held back the snort that threatened to come out. “Close, Pinkie. But a little further back.” When she was quiet, he pressed on. “I told you that you didn't need to be an Element to be my marefriend. You don't have to be some sort of royal dignitary, or a loaded up rich noble, or some kind of fashion model to make me happy.” He elaborated, pressing on as she remained silent. “I fell in love with you because you're a wonderful, caring mare. You look after others and do your best to cheer them up. I've lost count the amount of days that I've had that might have gone bad if not for you.”

“Y-you're just saying that.” She protested weakly. “If you saw me now, you wouldn't say those things.”

“Yes, I would. Because it doesn't matter how you look outside. You're still the Pinkie Pie I know and love inside.” He countered. “You could try and say that I should go for the most beautiful, sexiest, front-cover mare who everypony drools for. But what good is that mare if she's so hollow inside that she's corrupt and awful the minute her real face shows?” Joe chuckled and shook his head. “You're the real deal, Pinkie. You're a mare who I'd want to be around all the time, no matter how she looked. Because its who you are, not what your appearance is, that really matters.”

Pinkie's silence held out for several long moments before she could be heard. “You promise that if I let you in here, you won't...laugh at me?”

“Pinkie, if I so much as even snicker, I'll quit my day job and bury myself in the garbage dump outside of town.” He swore. “I Pinkie promise on that too.”

Joe stood up and turned to the door, hearing her get up likewise. Staring at the wooden frame, he relaxed as it unlocked finally, and it swung back to allow him entry. “O-ok. You can come in.” she said, still out of sight.

Nodding to himself, Joe stepped inside the room and kept his gaze fixed on the window across from him. From what he could see, the room was the same as it ever was: bright and alive with vivid colors of pink and blue strewn from roof to wall, be it in streamers, balloons, or whatever other form Pinkie had acquired. Those two colors always did follow her around, he noted. Her bed was made, though on the stand next to it, he could see the empty dessert dish that had carried the sundae he'd brought days before. The blinds were drawn to block out most of the window view outside, allowing a small peek so she could see outside.

“You always did make that sundae the best out of anypony else. The Cakes brought it to me as soon as you left.” Pinkie's voice came from behind him, and Joe steadied himself mentally, prepared for whatever might await his vision. Yet above all else, he told himself, she was his Pinkie Pie, and there was nothing that could change that. Turning about, he faced Pinkie full on, and took in her appearance as she stood before him.

She was certainly not what he'd expected at all in the slightest.

Pinkie Pie's form was hardly in any way misshapen or disfigured, as he'd prepared himself for. She was entirely 100% herself. But Joe had to blink twice to try and dissuade himself that the Pinkie he was seeing was indeed real. Where she stood now was not the bubbly bouncy mare he'd seen off to the Crystal Empire, but rather an almost divinely impossibly figured mare. Her height remained unchanged, placing her under his chin in that regard still. But there was a noticeable increase in her bust that the large shirt she wore struggled to hide. It was an easy guess that she'd gone two cups up in size, if not three, with the titflesh straining against the cloth confines that held it back. Despite her attempts to hide it, Joe could still make out her nipples poking out, unintentionally adding to the sheer radiant sexual aura that came from having such a prodigious bust.

His gaze trailed further down, where another staggering change had took place. Her wide hips and thighs, a trait he'd always found alluring to her, had also expanded as if to compensate the now healthy pair of breasts she carried. She was kept decent by a pair of jean shorts she'd managed to squeeze on, though it looked to be fighting a losing battle. Joe could wager that one wrong move and it'd likely tear in two. But he could not stop himself from immediately envisioning those same thighs around his head, squeezing tightly whilst he-

“I'm pretty big, huh Joe?”

Pinkie's meek tone snapped him out of his staring and back to the mare's nervous expression. Her curled bangs hung around her forehead and face, and she looked up at him as he drew closer.

“You always were a mare full of fun to me, Pinkie.” he replied with a small smile, keeping his gaze on her eyes as she peered back at him. “But I'm not seeing anything really different?”

Pinkie snorted, giving him a small smile as she brought her arms up under her bountiful bosom and making his eyes jerk down at the motion before looking back up. “You sure about that, Joe?”

Stomping down his libido's desire to see just how jiggly her newfound curves were, the brown-maned stallion kept his gaze on her face. “I'm still seeing my Pinkie Pie right in front of me here. Sure, she looks a little different. But hey; try seeing me in the morning before I have a cup of coffee and breakfast. I probably look wicked different.”

Pinkie smiled as she lowered her arms and came forward, embracing Joe tightly. Or she did so as best she could; her mountains were pressed into his torso and chest due to their size, yet Joe brought his arms up and around to embrace her likewise, allowing her head to nuzzle into his neck as he rested his own on her head atop her mane. They stayed like that, his hand running up and down the expanse of her back as she kept close to him.

“Thank you.” Came her whisper after a few moments of peaceful quiet.

“C'mon, Pinks. Like I could ever stop loving you just because of a magic mishap? It's magic!” he chuckled, leaning back when she released him. He was glad to see her spirit returning now; the gloom and fear she'd been carrying seemed to be leaving her by the second the more he encouraged her. Her curls seemed to be even plucking up, regaining their liveliness as he poured on the praise. “You're beautiful to me no matter how you look.”

“I know. Just, seeing myself like this reminded me of how I felt before I met you. When I was all alone.” She explained, bringing a hand up to her heart. “I was so scared, I thought I'd lose you, that you'd run away and I'd be all alone again.”

Joe brought his hand up and caressed the busty baker's cheek. “Not a chance. I'm addicted to the sweetest mare in Ponyville, after all. There ain't anypony better.”

Pinkie couldn't resist a giggle at this, making Joe smile. “Careful your sweet tooth doesn't get a cavity!” she joked before gasping dramatically. “I've never had one! Maybe I have super teeth!”

Joe chuckled and shook his head. “I'm pretty sure that all of you is super, Pinkie.” he remarked before looking down, unable to resist another glance at her impressive bosom. The white-cotton shirt was fighting a losing battle to restrain it, it appeared. “Though some of you might be considered 'mega' right now.”

Pinkie blinked and looked down to follow Joe's gaze. “You're right. These are like, super-duper sweater puppies!” she giggled before hefting them in her hands. Looking past them to her coltfriend, she couldn't help a blush at his stare of wonder. “Anypony else might mistake me for a balloon, huh?”

Joe shook his head. “They can say what they want to, Pinkie. I think you look gorgeous.” His libido was pecking at his mental walls again, but he figured she needed the confidence boost. “You still look as good to me as you ever did. If anything, it's just more of you to love!”

Pinkie grinned at him before wincing lightly. “Ooh, they're sensitive. I can't hardly move with this shirt on me. I bet if I took a deep breath, I could pop it off!” she remarked, rubbing at her titflesh where the cloth confine drew tight against her skin. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but to her surprise, her nipples were growing erect from the friction. The buds were easy to spot, pressed against the shirt and steadily starting to swell up. “I wish I could take this off.”

Joe looked to her after managing to tear his eyes away from them to focus on her face. “Well,” he started to say, catching her attention, “We are alone in here. The Cakes won't be back for a couple hours.” He suggested, trailing off as Pinkie's cheeks darkened.

“Y-you...want me to take it off?” she asked in disbelief. She knew Joe was supportive of her and wouldn't dare insult her. Pinkie couldn't help the apprehension, however; her new figure took her time to get used to, and she was nervous he'd not like it. But she'd seen the look in the brown-maned stallion's eyes as he'd taken her in, and part of her liked knowing just a glance stirred a hunger in him.

“...yeah. If you're ok to, I mean!” he explained. “I, well, you know how I am, Pinkie. I think you're a gorgeous girl. And it's been awhile since we've had any fun. Last time was Custard Cream Thursday.” he reminded her, making her grin shyly as he kept his eyes on her. “And I certainly don't have any problem with how you look now either.”

Pinkie kept quiet at first, mulling the options over in her mind. On one hand, she was still apprehensive due to her previous fears of rejection. But Joe would never lie to her, she knew that for a fact. He trusted in her and she in him greatly. He was the only pony she'd ever told about how she could hide her trusted party cannon anywhere in town, after all. The other half of her mirrored Joe's words; it'd been awhile since their last time tangling in the sheets together. And she'd been pining for her sweet stallion's affections ever since she'd returned. Pinkie wasn't sure if she could chalk it up to an effect of her magic predicament, but just thinking of enjoying some quality naughty fun was stirring up her pot already.

Joe took her quiet as uncertainty, and raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Y-you're right. I'm thinking with the wrong brain. We can just cuddle, relax together-” he was cut off as she lowered her hands to the edge of her shirt and began tugging it up. Watching, he witnessed her struggle with moving beyond the underside of her swells, her round tummy on display as she shook and tugged to try and get beyond the cloth barrier. “Here, let me...” he said as he came forward and helped to tug the shirt up.

It took two tries, but on the third tug, it gave way and slipped right off and over her breasts, the now free mounds jiggling and bouncing on her chest as the shirt was left aside. Set bare to the world for Joe to see, the stallion could hear a victorious roar in his mind as Pinkie's bosom was visible. Her areola had grown larger likewise as the rest of her had, a dusky red shading surrounding the swollen nubs that were begging for his touch. Pinkie's face was abloom in red, but she only smiled at him.

“Well? Aren't you gonna sample my dough, Joe?” she teased playfully.

It was the only invitation Joe needed to approach her. But he wasn't a stallion without a little class; coming up to her, he bypassed her mounds first to kiss her softly, earning an appreciative hum from the mare. He pressed into her muzzle deeper, tilting his head as one arm went around her middle to draw her in closer. Inadvertently, this pressed her mounds into his chest, letting her nipples rub against the cloth of his shirt and stimulate her moreso. The moan she released encouraged him, assuring he was welcome to continue as his hand came up to grope her titflesh.

It was easily one of the softest things Joe's hands had ever touched; his fingers just sank into her breast like the world's grandest pillow, squishy and soft and warm against his digits. His fingers explored and squeezed her as they did their best to familiarize themselves with her newfound size. For Pinkie's behalf, his efforts were pleasant, like a slow massage that she could allow herself to sink into by his will. Breaking off from the kiss, she panted before grabbing his hand at her back and bringing it to her unoccupied breast.

“Keep playing with them! I feel all warm and gooey when you do!” she exclaimed.

Her encouragement only fueled Joe's efforts to please her, his lips breaking off from her own to trail down to the side of her neck. When Pinkie's head shifted, he attacked, nipping and licking at her exposed skin with a wanton fervor as his hands added to the pleasure. Pinkie's increased size bore no issue to Joe in his efforts, yet he couldn't stop from admiring how soft her mounds were now. His fingers could dig in deep to squeeze, knead, and rub her breasts back and forth, side to side, up and down; yet their size allowed them to dwarf his limbs easily.

Pinkie's coo-ing continued before Joe muffled her by sealing his lips to hers again, invading her maw with his tongue. Her own nimble pink muscle came to meet his, the pair dueling with swift motions and licks that deepened the kiss as well as making it pleasantly wet. The busty mare's mind was slowly sinking to the lustful spell that Joe's dexterous hands and tongue were casting on her, warmth spreading from her cheeks down her form to the very mounds he caressed and toyed with.

All of a sudden, Joe stopped, making her blink as he looked down to his hands. Following his gaze, she looked to one of his hands that had withdrawn from her bosom. There was a milky white substance that lay dripping from his fingertips, as well as her own quarter-sized nipples. “You're lactating?” Joe asked in disbelief.

“I guess I am, huh? Must be cuz of that spell making my pillows so big!” Pinkie deduced.

Joe brought a finger up to his lips and flicked his tongue over the creamy juice that laid there. His eyes widened and he quickly lapped up the rest before speaking.

“Pinkie. Your milk is delicious!” He exclaimed.

His praise made Pinkie smile shyly before a devious idea came to her mind. Reaching for Joe's head, she caught him unawares before suddenly shoving his face into her nipple and titflesh, the mound jiggling around his head before settling. The sheer warmth radiating from her made Joe relax, eased also by the sweet aroma of cupcakes she always seemed to bear. Looking up at her, he only saw her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Well? Don't let that milk go to waste, Joe. Or somepony might start to cry!” she instructed.

The stallion nodded before claiming the swollen nub in his mouth, engulfing as much of it and her tit as he could. Cheeks hollowing, the powerful suction his muzzle made on her caused Pinkie to cry out as more of her milk began to drip into Joe's waiting mouth. The sweetened taste only pushed him on, and he made use of his free hands to rub and squeeze the mound of flesh he nursed from. By this point, Pinkie was struggling to free her nethers from her shorts, fingers fumbling for the button on the front. It soon gave way, however, allowing her shorts to fall free to her ankles after shaking from side to side, hips swaying as her marehood breathed.

'Going commando was such a great idea!' Pinkie praised herself.

For Joe's behalf, his efforts were focused solely on staying latched onto that nipple and drinking from her as long as he could. It was as if he'd found the ambrosia of the gods of the old lore, a nectar that spread a glowing warmth from his muzzle to all the rest of his body. By now, his arousal was aching in his boxers, and he moaned into Pinkie's breast as she squirted more milk for his consumption. When her shorts fell, he acted immediately and let his right hand leave her breast to toy with her moist pussy. The wetness that greeted him only made him throb moreso, plunging his fingers deep into her caverns.

“Oh, Joe! Keep touching me! Touch my wet cunny!” She begged. The dual action of his fingers and tongue on her bud was driving her mad, electricity seeming to jolt from head to toe. His continual worship of her form was only serving to bring her closer and closer to the brink as he dug deeper and deeper into her cunny. Before long, he was using all four fingers to stroke and rub her quivering folds as his thumb would brush her swollen clit. His digits moved faster as her juices lubricated them, plunging harder into her as lightning gathered in the back of her mind.

The breaking point came when Joe popped off of her nipple, only to use his free hand to move her yet untouched other rosebud to him. Aided by the size of her mounds, he could easily bring both together and sucked hard from both, a new outpouring of her breast milk pouring into his maw as he drank from her. It was an addicting taste, he decided, one his arousal could agree with experiencing more of. But before he could predict it, Pinkie's orgasm came rushing to the forefront as she clasped her hands around his head.

“Cumming! Cumming cumming cumming!” She gasped out as her climax washed over her senses. Her breasts became as gushing as her marehood was, with milk dripping down Joe's chin from the overflow. Yet he sucked onwards, draining what he could of her as Pinkie's legs shook from the force of her ecstasy. Only when she came down from the high of her climax did her hands release their hold on him; not that he would complain, being so smothered in her bosom.

When he pulled back, he gave each nipple a kiss before righting himself to stand above her again; only now, he could fully see Pinkie's lust-addled expression as she grinned at him, cheeks flushed and muzzle wide in eager glee for more. “Did you get a good drink, Joe?” she questioned.

“I sure did. That was better than any treat I've ever made. But you always were my number one treat, Pinkie.” he said.

The busty mare giggled at the cheesy line but appreciated it nonetheless. “I sure didn't expect my babies to put out milk. But it felt so good having you drink from them!” she remarked as she gave her boobs a squeeze with her hands. Looking to Joe, her eyes shot down to the present bulge in his pants. “But you know, it's not fair that you're the only one getting a drink.” She remarked before kneeling to the floor in front of him.

“Well, I wouldn't want to be unfair to you, Pinkie.” Joe said as he felt her hands tug at his waistband before undoing his zipper. He sighed as his length was freed; his boxers and pants had felt abnormally tight on his middle for several minutes now. Pinkie's gasp made him blink and look down to see what the commotion was, only to balk at the sight of his length. “How did…?”

His confusion and Pinkie's fascination came from the appearance of his length in Pinkie's grasp. Normally a well-suited stallion, Joe had never been one to need any aids of magic or pony design for his intimacy. But from the look of his now gargantuan member, it was as if he'd chugged down a bottle of “Ponyiagra”. His member now easily cleared a foot in length, and it was still only half hard! In Pinkie's hands, it seemed to dwarf over them, preventing her from wrapping her fingers around it entirely. Any further thoughts were cut off as Pinkie's stroking sent a zap of pleasure into his brain; clearly he was sensitive as well along with the increased size.

“You're humongous, Joe!” Pinkie murmured. Closer inspection let her see that his newfound growth had extended to his balls as well. The pendulous orbs bounced lightly as she lifted up his member, the stiffening rod only growing firmer as she leaned in close. The musk of his arousal washed over her from being so close, and she couldn't stop herself from nuzzling his balls as she inhaled more of him. “...so rich...” she murmured to herself.

“Not that it's a problem, Pinkie,” Joe started, pushing down the urge to groan as he felt his length stiffen from her sniffing and nuzzling his balls, “but how did this even happen?”

Pinkie looked up from her vantage to her lover's confused expression. “I bet I know!” She exclaimed as she groped his balls slowly, feeling their heavy weight and grinning at what she found. “You drank from my boobies which were all souped up from that magic. So maybe that milk gave you this cuz of that?”

The simple explanation would have made sense to Joe if he weren't too busy basking in the soft touch of his marefriend's hand massaging his balls. She looked from him to his length and swallowed subconsciously. “I don't know if I can get him all the way down like this. But I sure can try!” she exclaimed. “But first, a warmup.”

Joe wasn't sure what she meant by warm-up, but soon found out when her lips pressed to his ball-sack. He was unable to stop the groan that escaped him as soft, plush lips kissed and brushed against his sensitive ball, the orb shifting as she pressed her muzzle against it. Pinkie seemed lost amidst her worship of his balls, the musky scent she'd come into earlier only growing in intensity as she basked in it. Opening her mouth, she let his ball plop onto her waiting tongue before enclosing her lips around it, her wet tongue lavishing it with affectionate licks and slurps that had Joe's mind reeling.

Not trusting his voice, Joe's hands came down to run through Pinkie's mane, assuring her she was doing well as she let her saliva gather before continuing to ball-wash him with her tongue. Her hands did not keep idle long, coming up to his towering rod and stroking it slowly. The heat emanating from it matched the warmth in her mouth, and Pinkie could feel her nethers clench at imagining him splitting her with it. It fueled her lust further as she popped off of his spit-drenched ball before swapping to the other. It was given the same loving treatment, the mare basking in the taste of his sweat and musk on her tongue whilst listening to his loving groans.

Satisfied that he was thoroughly washed, she abandoned the now damp sack to bring herself back and up to her main course. The towering cock was like something from her dreams in her heat, but was now present before her. Scarcely containing herself, Pinkie pressed her lips to his tip, being greeted by the similarly musky scent of his length as her tongue licked and brushed over the sensitive head. With her eyes closed, all of her world became focused on savoring the tool in her hands, and so she would.

“Pinkie...” Joe groaned out as she took him into her mouth, his thickness spreading her lips wide as she fed his pole down her gullet. Coming to a stop at the edge of her throat, she looked up at him with wide eyes, drinking in his lust-ridden expression as she sucked and licked at every inch she could. Every throb and twitch of his cock could be felt by her tongue, caressing each pulsing vein of him. With a deep inhale through her nose, Pinkie began sliding more of him down her throat, making her pussy twitch and spasm as she continued.

She came to a stop when she came close to the base; she could go no further without risking harm, yet both her mind and pussy ached to try and reach that final distance. If she were lying down, perhaps they could try it. But as she was, this would have to do. Rearing her head back, Pinkie let her thick tongue lavish and lick slowly as she withdrew, leaving a sheen of saliva on him that kept him slick when she slid back down. Encouraged by Joe's grunts and sounds of pleasure, she pressed on in a fluid, smooth back and forth motion, lips and tongue dragging to keep him wet as she slurped and sucked on him.

Joe's hands followed her head bobbing, careful to not press down on her but unable to resist touching the erotic goddess servicing him. One hand rubbed behind her ear and through her mane, making her moan and send a vibration through his mast that made his legs quiver. Pinkie's pace pressed on, but she knew she'd need more if she were to bring him to an orgasm. The answer came to her after feeling her bosom sway in time with her bobbing motions. With a slurp, Pinkie withdrew from his member, panting lightly as much from lust as exertion before grasping her bosom and hefting it up.

“Here! Let's stick it somewhere real warm!” She suggested before letting his throbbing stiffness sink into the cleavage of her breasts. Her saliva left him considerably wet and easy to maneuver between her breasts, and even with their increased size, she still had plenty to work with in the tip and few inches poking out to greet her face. Joe's instincts had kicked in by now, seeking more pleasure for him as he began to hump up into her cleavage, his balls smacking the underside of her breasts. Pinkie allowed him to thrust freely before catching the tip in her mouth and swallowing him down once more, using her breasts to rub and squeeze around him.

The stallion's world was entirely adrift in the sweltering heat and squishy softness of Pinkie's bosom. Aided by her saliva and the heat and his pre-cum pooling in her cleavage, Donut Joe was absolutely in heaven. Every inch of him was covered by Pinkie's breasts or her mouth as she licked and sucked whatever her enormous tits couldn't capture. If anything, it made him wonder if the magic she'd been afflicted with affected her pussy in any way. Such thoughts only drove him to pound harder, thinking of a much wetter and satisfyingly tight place to thrust into.

Pinkie could feel Joe's climax approaching as he throbbed against her mounds. Pulling off the tip and watching it rise and fall before her, she could see his tip was oozing pre-cum as it spilled into her cleavage, keeping her slick as he rode her tits. “That's it, Joe. Give me some of that sweet, sweet frosting!” She urged as she squeezed her breasts around him tightly, the snug tunnel adding a pleasant friction to the wet grinding sensation he was already enjoying.

“Pinkie!” Joe tried to warn.

“Don't worry about a mess, Joe. I want it. Oh, I want it so bad!” Pinkie replied. She didn't usually use dirty talk, but she knew Joe enjoyed it. “I want you to cum all over these big bad puppies! Smother them in your seed!”

Beads of sweat fell from Joe's forehead as he did his best to restrain himself. He wanted to enjoy this sensation as best he could, to ride it out as long as possible with her wrapped around his cock. But her cries for his seed were rapidly breaking the walls of his control. It was one thing to savor an intimate moment with your lover; it was something else entirely for that lover to become akin to a wanton slut who craved only you. Pinkie knew he enjoyed it; it was why he'd also made sure that nopony was near when they had their fun. Being so vocal, Pinkie might attract unexpected attention if anypony overheard her going into overdrive.

“Fuck...Pinkie!” Joe finally bellowed, thrusting a final time before the first spray jetted from his tip and onto her waiting face. The weight of the splash made Pinkie blink in surprise before she licked her tongue out to gather what she could. The sweet taste was so alluring that she did little more than keep her breasts in place around him, milking him more as his orgasm continued. The flow didn't dwindle; rather, it grew in force, and soon Pinkie found that much of her bountiful chest was being coated in her lover's cum. The thick strands were hot and splashed across her pink fur, causing her to moan at the sensation as it oozed around her flesh.

Some of the spurts went further when Joe clenched, causing them to rain as well on her face and muzzle. Losing focus on anything other than Joe, Pinkie focused on drinking up as much of him as she could get ahold of, eventually clamping down on the tip to slurp up whatever else remained of his climax. By the time it was finished and she released him, Joe was left trying to catch his breath as Pinkie quickly used her hands to scoop up what she could gather to drink as well. The erotic sight wasn't missed by the stallion, captivated by seeing his marefriend so enraptured with his essence.

“Damn, Pinkie.” Joe breathed out as she finished cleaning off her face, only a small film remaining on her cheeks from the residue. “I haven't climaxed like that in, well. Ever.”

Pinkie giggled as one of her hands idly rubbed her tits, letting his spunk sit on her fur as she continued to bask in it's muskiness. “Breast milk does a body good, huh?”

Joe chuckled before kneeling down and bringing her up with him. Kissing her softly, he paid little heed to the salty residue of himself on her tongue and parted to smile at her. “You know it's only fair that I get more than one drink of you.” he hinted, raising an eyebrow at her before nodding his head at her nearby bed. “Why don't you lie back and relax, and give Joe a chance to quench his thirst?”

Pinkie blushed as her nethers spasmed; throughout her blowing of Joe's cock, her marehood had been begging for somepony to touch it. It had been out of her reach, but she could certainly take up Joe's offer. With a nod, she turned and bounced over to the bed, making quite the enjoyable display to Joe of watching her rump shake and bounce with her. Having the added swell from her magic affliction included only made him desire her more before she rolled onto her back and settled in with a smile, her legs parted to show her waiting wet marehood.

Approaching her, he joined her on the bed, but paused momentarily when it creaked. It had been the first time he'd heard it make such a sound; it was normally sturdy enough to be able to handle him and her fine, as they knew through extensive testing. “You don't think it'll be a problem, do you?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Don't worry. I had it reinforced awhile back when I was testing party cannon landings. I used my bed as a landing point! It caught me and kept me safe without cracking once.” she assured.

Nodding, he leaned forward and kissed her once more before pulling back. For the moment, he avoided her breasts, his jizz still coating her fur. Instead, he attacked the underside and her belly, gentle and soothing as much as teasing her with his slow progress towards her nethers. His hands caressed her thighs, squeezing them as he moved them to part for him. Pinkie's legs quivered in anticipation as the wet tease of his tongue pressed past her naval, loving on her round belly before drifting further south to his true goal.

The sight of her pink pussy, folds wet and eager for his devotion, only assured Joe as he knelt in and dragged his tongue around the edge of her nethers. The teasing touch made Pinkie whine lightly, and she looked down and over her cum-laden breasts to look at her stallion. He was waiting for her to do this; the moment she opened her mouth, he dove right in and plunged his tongue into her depths. The sudden penetration was like a shot to her system, making her fall back as she gasped in surprise. Joe pressed on, pushing his tongue in as far as he could before swiping left and right to further stimulate her.

Pinkie groaned, legs wiggling as Joe explored her juicy caverns. He was always so vigorous when treating her that it took little effort for him to get her into overdrive. His hands soon came into play again as they left her shivering thighs to reach around and caress her posterior. Squeezing her cheeks through the plush softness they'd grown from her magical affliction, Pinkie couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips from Joe's actions. He worshipped every bit of her he could when he had the chance.

One of his most favorite things, she recalled, was her rear when it came to sex. Despite her previous insecurities in the past concerning her weight and looks, Joe did away with them all in lieu of getting to pet, squeeze, grope, lick, and tease at her bum whenever the chance was offered. He was certainly trying to show those same affections here and now; while his tongue was continuing to pleasure her tunnel, his hands diverted between squeezing one cheek while the other's fingers slowly massaged between the cleft of her expansive cheeks. A squeal escaped her when she felt his digits prod at her backdoor, and her thighs clenched around his head from the unexpected stimulation.

A thought struck her, and Pinkie couldn't stop the mischievous grin that crossed her muzzle. Tapping his head twice – a signal they'd agreed on when one needed to stop doing what they were doing – she spoke once his head was freed from the entrapment of her shapely thighs. “Seems like somepony wants to get a little closer to the Pinkie caboose, huh?” she asked.

Joe's guilty blush only made her giggle. “W-well, what can I say? I mean, it's fantastic! Gorgeous, even, like all of you!”

Pinkie's heart thumped from his praise before she scooted away from him, making him blink. “Then why don't I put you right at the heart of the action, mister charmer?” she asked, patting the spare room on her bed. “You can lie here, and then you can get all of Pinkie's Preposterous Plush Posterior!”

Joe blinked at the declarative title. “...I'm patenting that. And reserving it exclusively for myself.” He moved onto the bed, lying comfortably on his back after shedding his shirt on the way, now equally as nude as his marefriend was. He had a brief view of her ceiling, the fan turning to provide slight relief to the day's hot weather, before it was all eclipsed under the breathtaking view of Pinkie's round rear. From this vantage, he could tell that her rump was more magnificent than ever; the sheer swell from one side to the other was enough that it'd entirely engulf him, a fact he found highly arousing. It was his last thought before Pinkie sat down, planting his face and head in the cleft of her butt cheeks as she settled in, cotton-candy tail swaying behind his head.

Donut Joe's hands came up and further squished the mare's fat cheeks around his head, immersing him moreso as the smell and feeling of her rear against him became his world. He knew he needn't worry of anything dirty on Pinkie's form, as the mare always took exceptionally good care to clean herself. The stallion soon began licking and toying with her once more, easily able to reach her nethers from his position. His thick tongue couldn't reach the depths it had before, but it still did the job to pleasure Pinkie as he worked her over. The smell of her arousal was sweet and tangible as ever, making him salivate as he continued.

Bringing one of his hands down to where his mouth was, Joe quickly coated it in his saliva before bringing it up to Pinkie's backdoor once again. Gently, he stroked and teased it, wetting it with the residue before bringing his finger back to repeat the motion a second and third time. Satisfied, he brought his index finger up and lightly toyed with the now wet asshole before sliding his finger into her with ease. The stimulation caused Pinkie's back to arch, and she pressed her rear down into Joe's face moreso, wiggling as he began to finger her ass as he licked her nethers.

“Oh~! Oh, Joe~! It's so good~!” The busty mare groaned as she continued to grind her rear on Joe's face. He was enraptured with her by this point, and stepped up his ante to show it. The finger in her rear plunged deeper and faster, becoming a blur before a second finger was added. The anal fingering only made more of her juices pour out from her marehood onto his waiting tongue, which he gleefully lapped up as if from his own personal oasis. Pinkie added her own fun to the mix, hefting her cum-sprayed bosom to her lips before licking off the residue slowly, squeezing her breasts as she went. Her moans echoed in Joe's ears as he could feel her body shake above him, making his own returning arousal stiffen quickly.

Joe's fingers left Pinkie's now twitching asshole in lieu of something more favorable; when his tongue came into contact with it, the hot and wet appendage caused Pinkie to gasp at the intimate penetration he offered. It was a different sensation, but not unwelcome to the mare as his unoccupied hand came to the forefront and began to rapidly finger her, stroking her clit and tweaking it with his fingers when he could. Pinkie's breaths came fast as he worked her over, steadily bringing her to another impending climax. If the stallion under her had any issue with how much her plump and juicy butt was cutting off his circulation, he bore no argument. It only made him work that much faster, the dull burning need for air muffled out by his desire to pleasure her.

With a twist of her milk-laden nipples, Pinkie climaxed once more, muscles clenching as her pussy began squirting her femcum in grand spurts onto her bed and her lover under her. Feeling her orgasm, Joe plunged his fingers and tongue into her as deep as he could, adding to the sensation of her ecstasy that she rode through every pulse. He could feel the rivulets of her marecum dripping down his forearm from her pussy, as well as hear her trembling voice gasping for air as her butt rocked against his face. It was only when she lifted off of him a few moments later that he breathed his first breath of fresh air. A small part of him admittedly preferred the scent of her rear, but being unconscious didn't do much for bedroom play for the two.

“So how was that, Pinkie?” He asked of her. It was all he could get out before her lips clamped to his. If she was perturbed at all by the idea that those same lips had just been on her ass, she gave no quarrel to it. Rather, her tongue swirled in his maw with a vigor that left him breathless again, and his member twitching for action. “Good then?” he added.

“It was so good, Joe. You always know those buttons to get me with!” Pinkie exclaimed before looking behind her at his stiff pole. It retained it's enhanced size from his exposure to her magic, but despite it's impressive girth and length, it did not deter her in the slightest. She needed to have him inside of her, and wasn't going to let anything get in the way of it. Turning back to face Joe, Pinkie grinned eagerly.

“But if you really want me happy, Joe, you'll give me a turn to bounce on your joystick here.” She said as her tail playfully swatted against his pole. The soft caress of her tail against his member made Joe groan lightly, and he nodded in agreement.

“How do you want to try this? I don't want to hurt you or anything.” Joe asked.

Pinkie giggled as she rubbed her rear against his member, slowly grinding back and forth as it lay between her cheeks. “You just sit back and let Pinkie take care of that.” She assured. Once Joe was comfortable on his back once more, she rose her thick hips up and reached back with a hand to aim his swollen tip at her waiting pussy. When she came into contact with it, she cooed softly as she allowed herself a moment to rub against it, her eager juices dripping onto it and making it slick as Joe held her steady at her hips. His hands sunk into her as he squeezed, letting the stallion marvel at her plushness while she worked herself up.

Feeling she was prepared enough, Pinkie finally began her descent down his endowed cock, pressing against the tip until her marehood finally accepted it in as well as the first couple inches when her footing slipped on the slippery bedsheets. A gasp escaped her lips as his swollen member stretched her pussy's walls in a way that left her body trembling. A delighted gurgle followed her gasp when he twitched within her, as her tight tunnel clung to him. Excited and eager for more, she began to lower herself further, savoring just how filling his thickness was in her caverns. She couldn't help the moans that left her with every passing inch, growing higher and higher in pitch as she sunk further down.

Joe could only watch, enraptured by the erotic display of his marefriend taking his girth into her marehood. He could tell it was stretching her to her limits, but made sure to keep still to not throw her off. Pinkie's hips finally stopped moving, coming to a rest with a couple inches of his length still remaining beyond her reach. She'd have had no issue continuing, but the cotton-candy mare was absolutely filled to the brim with his pole, and feared hurting something if she went any further. The fact did little to mellow the ecstasy and excitement Pinkie felt from the heat radiating out of her nethers.

“S-so full. I'm so full of your big cock, Joe.” She mumbled out, looking down to him. Pinkie gasped for air before slowly raising herself up, trembling with every motion of his dick against her soaked, quivering walls. “Oh, Celestia! I need more of it!” she cried out, coming to a stop at halfway off of him before slamming back down again. She groaned loudly from the thrust into her, pleasure battering her brain and reducing it to mush as she began to ride him. Though she couldn't manage the entirety of his length, her prodigious rear still slapped into his thighs with every downward bounce. In fact, her whole body was awash with sensations from his thick dick spearing her cunny: her breasts would jiggle and bounce to and fro, milk dripping from them again as her pleasure continued, while her eyes rolled back as she lost herself to the sensation.

The entire display was an erotic show for Joe as well. The pleasure he experienced with every motion Pinkie made up and down his thick cock only fueled his desire for more, his hands squeezing and kneading her rear as it bounced in his lap. A slapping sound came to his ears, and he briefly thought it was the cheeks he was gripping tightly; but a glance up revealed a more captivating sight in Pinkie's jiggling tits bouncing before his eyes. Enraptured, he watched their motion for only seconds before lurching up, lifting himself and Pinkie up before burying his face into one of her mounds. His lips licked and sucked at her tender flesh before finding her nipple, suckling firmly and causing Pinkie to squeal as one of her hands were brought up to push him into her further.

“Yes! Yes Joe, suck my tits! Oh please, yes!” Pinkie urged him on, riding harder as he began bucking his hips up to add to her motions. The extra friction and force rocked Pinkie's whole body, her tits bouncing and jiggling around Joe's face as he was lost amidst savoring the taste of her milk on his tongue, as well as the smell of her sweat and the musk of their sex as she rode him. The heat radiating off of her only made him want to be closer to her, and his cheeks hollowed as he suckled harder, saliva pooling with her milk spurting into his muzzle for him to drink. His thrusts turned more rapid as he moaned from feeling her clench around his cock.

Pinkie's mind was lost to her pleasure from Joe's actions, eyes rolled back and mouth agape as gasps and moans of ecstasy escaped her. She gladly let herself be Joe's personal cock-sleeve as his pole continued to plunge into her depths. The loud wet slaps of his crotch meeting hers was only reinforced by the sounds of wet sucking coming from his muzzle on her breasts, while his hands squeezed her rear to keep her balanced atop him. His fingers were lost in the overflow of her tush squished around his digits, yet it only added to the sensation of softness he so relished in this moment. He couldn't stop himself and leaned back, pausing only momentarily to bring her other bosom closer so he could suckle on both nipples at the same time. The action made Pinkie's voice reach a new high as his thrusts resumed, rocking her whole body.

It could only go for so long, Joe's endurance; his bucks began to falter as his muscles clenched, trying to hold back his climax. He pulled off of Pinkie's now swollen and thoroughly sucked buds to look up to the gasping mare.

“Pinkie, I'm...gonna cum soon!” he warned as his cock swelled within her depths. He could feel the waiting seed churning in his swollen balls as they slapped against her thighs.

Joe's voice reached and dragged Pinkie's consciousness to the forefront if momentarily. “Inside me! Fire your rocket off inside me, Joe!” she demanded, reaching for him with her hands to keep his head smothered inside her bosom. Sweat dripped down her neck and brow as well as between her cleavage and onto his face, brought on by their heated encounter. Being so encouraged, Joe gave his final go to bring her to the peak with him a final time, shoving as much as he can of himself into her with each passing stroke.

With a final shove into her cunny, Joe's muffled groan sounded from Pinkie's cleavage as his seed erupted from his swollen tip, blasting hot, thick strands of seed into her waiting nethers. The contact of his heated seed on her ravaged walls triggered her own climax, Pinkie throwing her head back as her pussy tightened and milked out every drop of his cum as it could to take in. Trembling, Pinkie rode out the waves of orgasmic bliss as she felt Joe continue to stuff her full of cum, reaching max capacity and beginning to overflow as his cock fired off more into her. By the time his flow dwindled, her crotch and his was a mess of white spunk, something she cared little for cleaning as she collapsed against him.

Joe laid back again, allowing his overly busty marefriend to rest atop him. Remaining buried inside her, he too could feel the tugs of exhaustion pulling at his eyes. Yet before he fell out of reality and into slumber, he managed a final look to Pinkie's face. Seeing her eyes closed and a content smile on her face assured Joe that she was entirely happy again, he gave in and soon too fell asleep.

When the pair stirred and came back to consciousness again, they discovered that the magic spell had finally wore off, returning Pinkie to her normal measurements once more. As he went off to the shower to clean up – undoubtedly certain he smelled more of sex than of stallion at the moment – Pinkie took a look over herself in the mirror before eyeing the calendar next to it. Spotting a circled date, she grinned to herself. "Hey, Joe!"

"Yeah?" Came the stallion's voice from the adjoining bathroom.

"Isn't your birthday coming up soon?"

"In a couple weeks, yeah." He answered. "Why? Already planning for me?"

Pinkie giggled before answering. "Maaaaaybe! Just gotta stop by Twilight's later today! For...reasons!"

Author's Note

I blame Spindlesx for everything.

This was fun to write and hopefully an enjoyable piece for you all. If I had a tumblr, I'd try to link or gift this to Spindles, but this is the best I can do. Please feel free to comment or critique below. I'll be aiming to try and put out more content sooner, providing work doesn't interfere too much.

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