Catching a Butterflyby BorealiumChaptersArrivalPaging Fluttershy...Opening upArrivalFluttershy methodically went through her notes as the train rattled and shook. Today was a big day for her, and she didn't want to screw up. Train arrives 10:15 AM... Meet the Manager at 10:45... Presenting to the board at 12:30... This would be her first time in Manehattan. Despite hearing a lot about it she'd never seen it in person, but that would change today. She was going to visit It was something that she was very passionate about, and was a cause worthy enough for her to overcome her worries of being alone in a big city like Manehattan. From what she'd heard about the Equestrian Animal Welfare Association, they took their role seriously. She had dressed up especially; she could have gone in normal clothes, but was concerned that she wouldn't be taken as seriously if she didn't appear to make an effort. She didn't regret her decision, but she did wish a larger size had been available. And the train back home leaves at 3:30. She closed her little pink notebook, shut her eyes, and tried to run through today's routine without looking at her notes. It seemed, as she correctly went through them chronologically in her head, she'd finally managed to memorise it. She was nervous, but excited too. Her request for financial support for the welfare of animals in Ponyville had been passed to Upper Management, and she was in with a good chance of securing a grant to sustain and develop the animals' environment in her area. With that done, she put the notebook down and looked herself over. Well, as much as she could see – her enormous bosom left her no way of checking herself below the waist without standing up. She thought she looked smart, though. It wasn't often she wore business clothes (in fact this was probably the first time), and they didn't usually cater for bodies like hers. When she saw the price of a tailor-made suit she almost fainted, so had to go for the biggest size available. It turned out the biggest available was still far from a good fit; not just the crisp, white buttoned shirt, but the knee-length, form fitting skirt. They were all just about wearable, but weren't what most would consider a good fit. Her hips, wider than her shoulders, and large, round bubble butt had already begun to put strain on the seam running along the rear of the skirt. The shirt wasn't fairing too well against her head-dwarfing breasts either. So wide was her lower body that her right hip was pushing quite firmly into the side of the stallion next to her, not to mention the side of her breast just brushing against his upper arm. If she'd been able to see past her huge breasts she would have seen his eyes darting back and forth between his book and her cleavage, getting a rush from the physical contact with her voluptuous body. She noticed flesh oozing out between her shirt buttons, and tried to pull more material forward to reduce the tension lest the buttons whizz off. Satisfied, she leaned back into the seat and wondered how close to her destination she was. As if in response, a voice came over the speakers. “This train will shortly be arriving at Manehattan Station.” Most of the passengers around her stood up and shuffled towards the door, Fluttershy stood up to do the same, tossing her notebook into the little bag between her legs and picking it up. “Excuse me.” Apparently the stallion who she had been sitting next to didn't hear the announcement. “Oh! Sorry.” He made a move to stand, but the corridor between the rows of seats was packed with commuters. The best he could do was swing his legs over the end of the seat and turn to the side to let her go first. Fluttershy side-stepped between him and the table in front of the seats, her huge, globular ass inches away from his face. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her sweet, intoxicating perfume, and he barely resisted reaching out and fondling those perfect globes packed tightly into a skirt that was definitely too small. Squeezing past, she slotted in behind the crowd, her ample bosom reaching the guy in front of her before the rest of her did. As the train began to break, the crowd swayed. Not used to wearing pumps, Fluttershy lost her balance more easily than she expected to. She stepped forward with one foot, but the narrow heel slipped on the polished wooden floor. Thankfully, the face of the stallion who had been sitting next to her broke her fall, and her huge buttocks squished against his face, smothering his head almost completely. She slid down his chest, ass cheeks pressed against him all the way, and came to rest in his lap, her hips twice as wide as his. He found the weight of this beautiful, thick, curvy mare very pleasurable against his crotch and was powerless to stop himself from chubbing up almost immediately. After getting her bearings and realised she hadn't fallen onto the floor, or a seat for that matter, Fluttershy felt something... poking her. Her eyes widened and she bolted up, turning quickly and sending her boobs into a fit of jiggling. “Gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I'm not the lightest mare, I know. Are you alright?” She was leaning forward, gazing worriedly into his eyes, terrified that she'd hurt him. The stallion had an incredible view of the acres of cleavage squeezed into her shirt, swaying to and fro, and a little smile played across his lips as he looked into her stunning blue eyes. “I am now. Thanks. How about you?” She stood back up, smoothed down her blazer, and pulled her skirt back down over her thick thighs. “I'm alright, thank you. These shoes are giving me a bit of trouble. I'm sure I'll get used to them eventually.” She looked back up at him, hands clasped together, smiling timidly as he stood up too. She hadn't noticed how cute he was before now. “Heh, I'm sure you will.” She smiled again, her gaze locked with his for a little longer than seemed normal, before she pulled her eyes away and turned, slowly making her way to the door. Gods, he thought. She's abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. He slotted in behind, the bulge straining against his pants almost touching her big, jutting ass. He cleared his throat and spoke to her again. “I haven't seen you on this train before, your first time here?” She looked over her shoulder. “Yep! I'm excited already. Going to the Animal Welfare Association building on Second Avenue.” “Ah, cool. Never been in, but I know what they do. Good guys.” “Mhm! My request for a grant from them has been passed to upper management, hopefully they'll choose me!” He laughed quietly. “How could they not? One look at you and, well, you'd have them eating out of your hands.” She turned, looking a little confused. “What do you mean?” “You're, uh...” He hesitated, but spoke up. “Beautiful.” Fluttershy look at her feet (or where they would have been if her tits weren't in the way) and smiled, red as a tomato. “Thanks, um, I didn't catch your name.” “Crescent Moon. Nice to meet you, Fluttershy.” She raised her eyebrows. “You know me?” “Yeah, we met really briefly a while ago. I was an assistant for that big-head Photo Finish. Thankfully no longer, but I was lucky enough to catch a few glimpses of you in those stunning costumes you posed in for her.” Fluttershy's face lit up as it came back to her. “Oh! Yeah, I remember now. Gosh, I can't believe I agreed to that. Those costumes were so tight.” Crescent tried not to get hard again as he saw her in his mind's eye. “Heh, well, you still looked great. We'd better get going though, looks like things are finally moving.” Fluttershy looked behind her, then turned, jogging briskly out onto the platform, heels click-clacking. Crescent followed the sway of her hips, her superb ass jiggling in the most delightful way. Jeez, I knew about the tits, but she has an ass too? And a very nice one at that. He began to think what he could do with, or to, such an incredible rear. “Thanks for the encouragement, Crescent Moon. I'd better get going. I think I have a little free time after I have my meeting, before the train home arrives. You could, um, come visit me? Maybe? Possibly? I mean, if you don't want to that's fine.” Fuck. Did this mean what he thought it meant? His jaw dropped a little. “...Sure. I'd love to get to know you a little better.” Fluttershy beamed, excited and nervous equally. She almost considered hugging him but decided that would draw far too much attention. “Likewise, see ya later!” She turned, and began to make her way out of the station. She thought that he was definitely what Dash would call a “stud.” And he wasn't clingy or too forward, which was a great relief. Back on the platform, still standing in the same spot, all Crescent could do was pinch himself. “Holy shit.” Paging Fluttershy..."Did you see the ass on her?" "Her ass? What about her tits, jeez!" Most of the floor was abuzz with talk about an incredibly voluptuous mare that no one seemed able to name. Fluttershy, innocent as ever, simply smiled as she passed slack-jawed stallions and wide-eyed mares. She did think it was a little odd that they were paying so much attention to her, though. I guess they don't get many visitors around here... She made her way across the hustle and bustle of the reception and ground-floor working areas, and into the elevator, being the third to enter. Two more people entered, and the doors closed behind them. Now, under normal circumstances, five people in an elevator isn't too cramped. But with Fluttershy in there too, space is a little more limited. Fluttershy had begun to realize this too, as her ass pressed firmly against the crotch of a stallion behind her, while the side of one of her huge tits was resting on the shoulder of a rather short mare in front of her. She was sure she could hear a tiny voice behind her whispering "Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner." Thankfully, before she had time to work out if it was just her imagination or if the stallion really did have his half-hard dick wedged deep into her ass crack, a little ding! and a light jolt meant she could squeeze herself back out into a more open space. It was a short walk along the corridor to the manager's office. She arrived in front of it, and before knocking, looked herself over - or as much as she could see, anyway. She straightened her collar and made sure that as little of her expansive cleavage as possible was exposing itself, then adjusted her skirt. Her big ass had pulled the top of it down a few centimeters, so she grabbed the top in both hands and yanked it up with a few quick, hard pulls. Her butt settled back into place, and she straightened her thin black belt and double-checked the wrist buttons on her shirt. After a deep breath, she reached out and knocked on the door. A tired voice answered. "Come in!" Downstairs at the main reception, Crescent was asking after Fluttershy. "One of the visitors? One moment... uh... yes, she's just about to have a meeting with the Manager on floor 4. She shouldn't be too long." "Okay, thanks." He walked off toward the elevator, butterflies in his stomach. He could hardly wait. Fluttershy briskly opened the door, stepped through, and turned, closing it behind her. She walked up to the large wooden desk at the opposite side of the room, and stood in front of it, hands together at her waist. A middle-aged stallion with spectacles and a grey coat was holding a stack of documents in one hand, the index finger of his other hand pressing the button of his intercom as he studied the top document closely. He didn't look up as she walked over to his desk. "Yes, two percent down. I think it would be a good idea to re-invest in one of our newer operations. The interest just isn't there any more." Another stallion on the other end agreed with him as he flicked through the documents. "Well, that leaves a little for our potential grant-seekers this afternoon. Don't worry, I'll move it over myself. Yep, speak to ya later." beep! He then moved the documents in front of himself, grabbed a pen and started scribbling on the top one. One minute passed, then another. It seemed to Fluttershy that he was so absorbed in his work that he may have forgotten about her. She gave a little *ahem*. "Oh! Sorry, I-" His words trailed off. "I, uh, um. Hello." He was staring at her chest. She was staring at him. "Oh darn, did a button come undone again? I'm so sorry." She started fitfully checking the front of her shirt. "No, your shirt is fine! Just got caught up on something. You know how it is when you're busy, thoughts popping into your head all the time... yeah, that's... what happened." "Goodness, I hope you're not working too hard, mister. Breaks are important." She gave him a smile so sweet that for a brief moment he wholly stopped seeing her sexually and saw her as the cutest, sweetest little mare he'd ever seen. Then his eyes were drawn back down by some unexplainable force that lingers in the back of every stallion's mind when they see a busty mare. Heh... 'little'. "Very true! I'm glad you agree. I'm Bright Star, what can I do ya for?" "I'm here as an applicant for the grant you're offering, Mr. Star, I'm representing Ponyville." "Ah yes, let me see here... Fluttershy, isn't it?" "Mhm! So what do I need to do?" "Just give me your application, then join the other applicants in the waiting room through there. You'll each be called before the board to discuss what you need and why you need it. Afterward, we'll announce our decision." She handed over her letter and grinned. "Great! I can't wait. Thanks so much." She turned, and almost jogged to the door, barely able to contain her excitement. Bright Star followed her big, bouncing butt every step of the way. Mezmerized, he inadvertently spoke aloud. "Wow, what an incredible ass." Fluttershy turned, smiling. "What was that, Mr. Star?" Shit. "Uh, yeah... just looking at my windows here... incredibly dirty, the glass. Need to... uh, get it cleaned." "Oh, well, don't worry too much about it, you don't want a stress overload!" She turned again, and walked out the door, closing it behind her. Fourth floor... there we go. Crescent stepped out of the elevator and made his way down the same corridor Fluttershy had walked down 15 minutes earlier. "Waiting Room - here we are." He opened the door. Inside were about a dozen people, some reading magazines, a few talking among themselves. In the corner, reading, was Fluttershy. He crossed the room and sat down beside her, feeling the warmth of her thigh against his. She looked up, surprised, but quickly smiled. "Crescent! You did come!" "How could I not? Leaving a pretty mare all alone in a big place like this would just be criminal! How you feeling?" "Not too bad actually, kind of excited. I do feel better now you're here though." She smiled sheepishly at him, resting a hand on his leg. He was well-built, not like a bodybuilder, but he was toned and handsome. She found herself being drawn towards him more than ever in this cold, grey room full of strangers. He put his hand on top of hers and returned the smile. Gee, he thought, her eyes really shine. "You're beautiful, you know that?" She blushed and looked down. "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better." He squeezed her hand and sidled up even closer, talking into her ear. He could smell her sweet perfume, could see her silky, pink hair flowing down her back. "I'm not, I'm saying it because it's true." He plucked up all the courage he could muster, and gave her a peck on the cheek. He drew back quickly to see her reaction. Her eyes looked up and to the left, then she raised her head and looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed. She spoke quietly. "That's the first time a stallion has kissed me." Crescent's jaw dropped. "No way." "Yes way." He leaned back, eyebrows raised. "Well. I guess I'm the luckiest guy in the world, huh? Seriously, though, that was long overdue." She giggled, hand against the cheek he had kissed. "It's not easy for me to make connections like, well, this. I don't know what it is, you're just... nice?" He laughed, leaning forward again. "Thanks for that. I try to be, I guess. How about a proper one?" "What do you m-" He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward him. His other hand caressed the back of her neck, and he lightly pulled her in. Their lips met, and Fluttershy's eyes closed gradually as she savoured her first real kiss. It lasted less than ten seconds, but it felt like an hour. She drew back silently and gazed into his eyes, mouth slightly agape. Crescent was watching everyone else file out through the door "Hey, don't be late." She blinked, then looked over at the door. It took fer a few moments to remember why she was here. "Oh! Yeah, thanks. And thanks for this too." She got up and skipped lightly up and behind the others, smiling over her shoulder at Crescent. "Knock 'em dead, Flutters." Opening upFluttershy had been gone for some time. The best part of an hour, Crescent reckoned. Each pony made their pitch in turn and then returned to the waiting room. Seeing as Fluttershy went in last, she'd probably be the last to come back out. Though judging by how many had come back through, it wouldn't be long now. Fluttershy really had a good cause for the funding, but Crescent didn't doubt some of the other ponies did too. After a few more minutes, the door handle turned, and the door swung back revealing a flustered Fluttershy. She was definitely a little sweatier now and her heart was really beating - public speaking definitely wasn't her forte. But it was over now, and that in itself made her feel better. Her eyes were drawn almost immediately back to Crescent Moon, and she practically bolted over to him, sitting down beside him and squeezing into a chair that was nowhere near big deal enough to seat the entirety of her huge ass "Oh Crescent, I couldn't wait to get out of there! I don't think I did a good job making my pitch, I was so nervous. I hate speaking in public like that! I hope I didn't screw up too badly." Crescent could see she was feeling a fair number of emotions right now, the rising and falling of her oversized mammaries indicating her breathing was still quite rapid, but slowing. "I'm sure you didn't, Fluttershy. I know how passionate you are about this whole thing, I don't doubt that enthusiasm rubbed off on 'em." She smiled, then sighed. "I'm glad it's over. I've been thinking about if for weeks and no matter what happens I'm glad it's dealt with. I really wanna get outta this little room, is it hot in here or is it just me?" Crescent smirked and looked her over. "Oh, it's definitely you." Fluttershy actually laughed - surprising herself in the process. The euphoria of having this big, intimidating event cast off had put her in high spirits, to say the least. But it was more than that. This charming stallion had struck a chord deep inside her. He was understanding, patient, and seemed to be compassionate. He had an interest in her that she couldn't help but reciprocate. She'd had the occasional "nice tits!" thrown at her in the past, but never anything meaningful. Sure, he liked her body (and so did she for that matter) but it wasn't the only thing he took notice of. He was attractive and likeable, and she knew that she wanted more than a cuddle or kiss for once in her life. She could carry on being timid and beating around the bush, or she could step out of her comfort zone and cut to the chase, to get what she really wanted but was yet to have - a good, hard rutting. The little waiting room was empty save for the pair of them. Letting her inhibitions go for once, Fluttershy decided to get the ball rolling. She looked down at her stupendously large chest, and appreciatively took note that even in an XXXL shirt, her enormous boobs were still straining the buttons to just short of breaking point, her bra visible through the gaps. Damn, was she stacked. She opened out each hand and grabbed her chest, applying some pressure and feeling the oodles of breast flesh compliantly compress in her grasp, and it felt pretty good. Crescent Moon watched in silence, eyebrows raised. She turned to him. "So you're pretty keen on these, huh?" “Uh, y-yeah, you could say that.” He watched intently as she kneaded her oversized funbags while biting her lip and sneaking glances at him. He felt his pants begin to tighten as his fifteen-inch length, not bad at all for a stallion, begin to awaken in its cloth prison, creating a larger bulge than there had been already at his crotch. She could only giggle as he watched, slack-jawed. “I think we should take this to the men’s room, Crescent. I don’t want to wait until I’m home, I need this now. How about you?” “Uh, yeah, yes, sure.” She stood and stepped in front of him, bending forward to reach for his hand. Fuck, her cleavage seemed to go on forever. Her nipples looked like thumbs poking through her shirt! “Let’s go then! If… if you really want to, that is.” She reached out and he stretched out his arm to meet her hand. He took it, surprised by just how softly she held onto his hand as he stood up. They stepped out of the waiting room and back out into the corridor, the cooler air feeling pleasant on their coats. Walking briskly, Fluttershy leading and still clasping his hand, they walked down the 50 yards or so to the men’s washroom and, with a glance in either direction down the hall, pushed the door open and disappeared inside. It was empty and silent, save for the sounds of the city quietly audible through an open window at the far end of the room. They slipped into the cubicle at the far end and locked the door. It was quite crowded with the two of them inside but it was better than they expected, a rather generous amount of space either side of the seat. Fluttershy quickly unzipped her pencil skirt and shimmied it down her legs, being careful not to rip it while pulling it off her wide hips and over her meaty thighs. Crescent undid his jeans and also slipped them off, layering them on top of his shoes and socks in the corner. Remarkably to her, all of Fluttershy’s shirt buttons had survived the day’s activity so far and she carefully undid each one before pulling the shirt off of her shoulders and discarded it onto a little pile of her own garments next to Crescent’s - before long, they were both down to their underwear. “Jeez, you look incredible, Fluttershy.” Her enormous chest packed into a pretty little (at least for her) white bra was a sight to behold, flesh oozing out from the sides and a little from beneath while the gargantuan globes themselves quivered with her every movement. She held her arms close in on either side, forcing the monumental spheres together, the flesh bubbling outward and projecting even further forward than it had been - a good foot, at least. “They’re still growing. These fit me six months ago.” "That's amazing. They're so... big." He held them in his hands, admiring, adoring, practically worshipping them. He leaned in to her, burying his face and, in fact, most of his head into that most welcoming valley of clean, malleable breast. The scent was incredible, her sweet perfume in concert with the natural freshness of her own coat. Eventually he managed to pull himself away. She giggled again, and turned, presenting the big, wide clasp which held her mammoth bra to her mammoth chest. Typical for a stallion, undoing bra clasps wasn't one of Crescent's fortes, but the sheer size of this bra's assembly made the task pretty simple. He undid the back, and Fluttershy drew the great cups off and up, there was a gentle but audible whump as her breasts spilled out and slapped against her stomach. One of Crescent's hands snaked round in front and clasped her naked breast for the first time. His eyebrows raised reflexively - it was even more soft and warm and pleasing in his grasp than he was expecting. His other hand traced along her right hip, also remarkably soft and voluptuous, almost hemispherical in its rotundness. Slipping into her small (on her frame) panties, his fingers parted her moist folds and teased her inner passage, eliciting cute little moans from Fluttershy who was fondling her own breast alongside the one Crescent was groping, her nipples by now rock-hard in the cool air. Massaging her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, Crescent managed to squeeze a loud moan from Fluttershy, which she quickly suppressed by shutting her mouth and groaning through her nose. Just about pent up enough to feel the foreplay had gone on long enough, despite it barely having begun, Fluttershy gently persuaded Crescent's hand back out of her underwear so she could shimmy it down off of her wide hips and down her legs. Crescent took the opportunity to do the same, sliding his briefs down his subtly toned legs and stepping out of them, using his foot to slide them out of the way. Wordlessly, Fluttershy stood to the side and placed her hands up against the cubicle wall, sticking her big butt out a little as her boobs splayed out against the wall. Already very hard, Crescent steadied himself, holding one hand against her hip and gently guiding his solid foot and a half or so of stallion cock into her needy pussy. Fluttershy groaned long and low as each girthy inch pushed her inner passage outward and forced its way persuasively deeper into her core. Crescent paused for a moment, savouring the simple and incomparable pleasure of his current situation - being hilted deep inside this impossibly sexy mare. The pause didn't last long, though, and he soon drew back for the first thrust, Fluttershy anticipating it certainly as much as he was. He pushed forward with his hips, repeating his first thrust but with much more briskness and a little more force, the mare in front of him clenching around his length at the sudden reintroduction of that pillar of power. Crescent began in earnest, thrusting in and out at a fair pace and pushing with his hips each time, setting Fluttershy's curvaceous body into a fit of jiggling with every advance of his member. Fluttershy could only whimper in pleasure as she was reamed, Crescent's impressive shaft filling her comprehensively as he thrust repeatedly into her. His grunts and her groans steadily raised in volume as his pace quickened and his thrusts strengthened, pushing all of his fifteen inches over and over into her hungry folds. Fluttershy was loving the feeling of being so completely full every time he was up to the hilt in her, and the inch after inch of rubbing girth massaging her vagina as he slid in and out was in and of itself simply bliss. Suddenly, though - a creak. Crescent froze, and Fluttershy held her breath. Someone had joined them, but apparently wasn't aware of them or what they were doing. They heard him humming a tune to himself as he turned on a faucet and began to scrub his hands. Fluttershy felt an incredible rush at the closeness of this interloper. The thick slab of meat wedged deep into her felt hotter and more pleasing than ever before as she stood stock-still, mid-fuck, the stallion behind her breathing hot breath onto the nape of her neck as his hands dug into the supple flesh of her hips. He gave a little flick of his hips, gently forcing himself even further inside of her. She put a hand on her mouth and cried out into it, lidded eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as the sheer taboo of this situation made her even hornier. After the oblivious stallion dried off his hands with a quick blast of hot air, whistling merrily to himself, he walked back the way he came and the door opened with another creak. After a pause, the door returned to its closed position with a quiet knock. In the blink of an eye, Crescent pulled his hips back, pushed them forward, and rammed his dick as far as it would go back into Fluttershy, who practically screamed with ecstasy into the hand that was still covering her mouth. Crescent grabbed handfuls of her big, fat ass cheeks as he pounded the fat pussy beneath them. Fluttershy's eyes were beginning to water as the indescribable waves of bliss ebbed and flowed through her core, extending in all directions through her quivering body, both hands fiercely clamped onto her oversized mammaries. She could feel a white-hot furnace of heat building in her groin as Crescent's pounding stepped up again, the steady and noisy thwap, thwap, thwap echoing through the room. The climax was approaching for both of them. Fluttershy was going to get there first, it seemed. She was shuddering, convulsing with the orgasmic sensations tearing her insides apart. She was just about cresting the wave as Crescent made a particularly powerful thrust. "Cumming, cumming, cumming!" She squealed as her pussy clamped down hard on Crescent's dick, her insides burning with carnal pleasure as she cried out in orgasm. It felt so good, and it just kept on going. Crescent kept thrusting, and each thrust during this shattering climax just took her to higher and higher plateaus of ecstasy. Fluttershy's squeals and cries, as well as the sudden increase in tightness down below, was more than enough to finish off Crescent Moon. His tennis ball-sized testes drew up, and his whole rod trembled as he came. "F-fugh, ah!" He jolted his hips forward, leaning in to her and pressing her against the wall as he deposited his load deep inside her. Blasts of hot, thick jizz exploded into her womb over and over again. He couldn't stop cumming - her pussy just felt so damn good. He wrapped his hands around her waist, his hips sinking into her big, soft buttocks as his sperm filled her up with rope after rope of cum. A few weak spurts finished off the longest orgasm of his life. His head drooped down, resting against her shoulder which he promptly kissed. After a few more moments of savouring the warmth of Fluttershy's pussy, he pulled out his softening shaft and a few globs of his jism splattered against the floor. Fluttershy turned around, her face flushed, but wearing a smile. It was Crescent's turn to be pinned against the wall as she practically threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her huge tits into his chest. His hands were quick to make their way around to her fat booty, which he unashamedly groped and fondled as they passionately kissed. Fluttershy broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "That was so, so good. Part of me can't believe I did it. But I did, and it was amazing." Crescent smiled and pecked her on the lips. "Sure was. How about we get dressed and head to my place? S'a lot roomier than this, for a start." "Well, judging by your performance here, you don't need a lot of room." Crescent smirked and slapped her ass, eliciting a yelp and a giggle from Fluttershy. "Maybe. But I could sure use a lie down. Then we could go for round two. How's that sound?" Fluttershy squeezed her thick thighs around the soft length nestled between them, and could feel it begin to awaken again. "Sounds great."
ArrivalFluttershy methodically went through her notes as the train rattled and shook. Today was a big day for her, and she didn't want to screw up. Train arrives 10:15 AM... Meet the Manager at 10:45... Presenting to the board at 12:30... This would be her first time in Manehattan. Despite hearing a lot about it she'd never seen it in person, but that would change today. She was going to visit It was something that she was very passionate about, and was a cause worthy enough for her to overcome her worries of being alone in a big city like Manehattan. From what she'd heard about the Equestrian Animal Welfare Association, they took their role seriously. She had dressed up especially; she could have gone in normal clothes, but was concerned that she wouldn't be taken as seriously if she didn't appear to make an effort. She didn't regret her decision, but she did wish a larger size had been available. And the train back home leaves at 3:30. She closed her little pink notebook, shut her eyes, and tried to run through today's routine without looking at her notes. It seemed, as she correctly went through them chronologically in her head, she'd finally managed to memorise it. She was nervous, but excited too. Her request for financial support for the welfare of animals in Ponyville had been passed to Upper Management, and she was in with a good chance of securing a grant to sustain and develop the animals' environment in her area. With that done, she put the notebook down and looked herself over. Well, as much as she could see – her enormous bosom left her no way of checking herself below the waist without standing up. She thought she looked smart, though. It wasn't often she wore business clothes (in fact this was probably the first time), and they didn't usually cater for bodies like hers. When she saw the price of a tailor-made suit she almost fainted, so had to go for the biggest size available. It turned out the biggest available was still far from a good fit; not just the crisp, white buttoned shirt, but the knee-length, form fitting skirt. They were all just about wearable, but weren't what most would consider a good fit. Her hips, wider than her shoulders, and large, round bubble butt had already begun to put strain on the seam running along the rear of the skirt. The shirt wasn't fairing too well against her head-dwarfing breasts either. So wide was her lower body that her right hip was pushing quite firmly into the side of the stallion next to her, not to mention the side of her breast just brushing against his upper arm. If she'd been able to see past her huge breasts she would have seen his eyes darting back and forth between his book and her cleavage, getting a rush from the physical contact with her voluptuous body. She noticed flesh oozing out between her shirt buttons, and tried to pull more material forward to reduce the tension lest the buttons whizz off. Satisfied, she leaned back into the seat and wondered how close to her destination she was. As if in response, a voice came over the speakers. “This train will shortly be arriving at Manehattan Station.” Most of the passengers around her stood up and shuffled towards the door, Fluttershy stood up to do the same, tossing her notebook into the little bag between her legs and picking it up. “Excuse me.” Apparently the stallion who she had been sitting next to didn't hear the announcement. “Oh! Sorry.” He made a move to stand, but the corridor between the rows of seats was packed with commuters. The best he could do was swing his legs over the end of the seat and turn to the side to let her go first. Fluttershy side-stepped between him and the table in front of the seats, her huge, globular ass inches away from his face. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her sweet, intoxicating perfume, and he barely resisted reaching out and fondling those perfect globes packed tightly into a skirt that was definitely too small. Squeezing past, she slotted in behind the crowd, her ample bosom reaching the guy in front of her before the rest of her did. As the train began to break, the crowd swayed. Not used to wearing pumps, Fluttershy lost her balance more easily than she expected to. She stepped forward with one foot, but the narrow heel slipped on the polished wooden floor. Thankfully, the face of the stallion who had been sitting next to her broke her fall, and her huge buttocks squished against his face, smothering his head almost completely. She slid down his chest, ass cheeks pressed against him all the way, and came to rest in his lap, her hips twice as wide as his. He found the weight of this beautiful, thick, curvy mare very pleasurable against his crotch and was powerless to stop himself from chubbing up almost immediately. After getting her bearings and realised she hadn't fallen onto the floor, or a seat for that matter, Fluttershy felt something... poking her. Her eyes widened and she bolted up, turning quickly and sending her boobs into a fit of jiggling. “Gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I'm not the lightest mare, I know. Are you alright?” She was leaning forward, gazing worriedly into his eyes, terrified that she'd hurt him. The stallion had an incredible view of the acres of cleavage squeezed into her shirt, swaying to and fro, and a little smile played across his lips as he looked into her stunning blue eyes. “I am now. Thanks. How about you?” She stood back up, smoothed down her blazer, and pulled her skirt back down over her thick thighs. “I'm alright, thank you. These shoes are giving me a bit of trouble. I'm sure I'll get used to them eventually.” She looked back up at him, hands clasped together, smiling timidly as he stood up too. She hadn't noticed how cute he was before now. “Heh, I'm sure you will.” She smiled again, her gaze locked with his for a little longer than seemed normal, before she pulled her eyes away and turned, slowly making her way to the door. Gods, he thought. She's abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. He slotted in behind, the bulge straining against his pants almost touching her big, jutting ass. He cleared his throat and spoke to her again. “I haven't seen you on this train before, your first time here?” She looked over her shoulder. “Yep! I'm excited already. Going to the Animal Welfare Association building on Second Avenue.” “Ah, cool. Never been in, but I know what they do. Good guys.” “Mhm! My request for a grant from them has been passed to upper management, hopefully they'll choose me!” He laughed quietly. “How could they not? One look at you and, well, you'd have them eating out of your hands.” She turned, looking a little confused. “What do you mean?” “You're, uh...” He hesitated, but spoke up. “Beautiful.” Fluttershy look at her feet (or where they would have been if her tits weren't in the way) and smiled, red as a tomato. “Thanks, um, I didn't catch your name.” “Crescent Moon. Nice to meet you, Fluttershy.” She raised her eyebrows. “You know me?” “Yeah, we met really briefly a while ago. I was an assistant for that big-head Photo Finish. Thankfully no longer, but I was lucky enough to catch a few glimpses of you in those stunning costumes you posed in for her.” Fluttershy's face lit up as it came back to her. “Oh! Yeah, I remember now. Gosh, I can't believe I agreed to that. Those costumes were so tight.” Crescent tried not to get hard again as he saw her in his mind's eye. “Heh, well, you still looked great. We'd better get going though, looks like things are finally moving.” Fluttershy looked behind her, then turned, jogging briskly out onto the platform, heels click-clacking. Crescent followed the sway of her hips, her superb ass jiggling in the most delightful way. Jeez, I knew about the tits, but she has an ass too? And a very nice one at that. He began to think what he could do with, or to, such an incredible rear. “Thanks for the encouragement, Crescent Moon. I'd better get going. I think I have a little free time after I have my meeting, before the train home arrives. You could, um, come visit me? Maybe? Possibly? I mean, if you don't want to that's fine.” Fuck. Did this mean what he thought it meant? His jaw dropped a little. “...Sure. I'd love to get to know you a little better.” Fluttershy beamed, excited and nervous equally. She almost considered hugging him but decided that would draw far too much attention. “Likewise, see ya later!” She turned, and began to make her way out of the station. She thought that he was definitely what Dash would call a “stud.” And he wasn't clingy or too forward, which was a great relief. Back on the platform, still standing in the same spot, all Crescent could do was pinch himself. “Holy shit.”
Paging Fluttershy..."Did you see the ass on her?" "Her ass? What about her tits, jeez!" Most of the floor was abuzz with talk about an incredibly voluptuous mare that no one seemed able to name. Fluttershy, innocent as ever, simply smiled as she passed slack-jawed stallions and wide-eyed mares. She did think it was a little odd that they were paying so much attention to her, though. I guess they don't get many visitors around here... She made her way across the hustle and bustle of the reception and ground-floor working areas, and into the elevator, being the third to enter. Two more people entered, and the doors closed behind them. Now, under normal circumstances, five people in an elevator isn't too cramped. But with Fluttershy in there too, space is a little more limited. Fluttershy had begun to realize this too, as her ass pressed firmly against the crotch of a stallion behind her, while the side of one of her huge tits was resting on the shoulder of a rather short mare in front of her. She was sure she could hear a tiny voice behind her whispering "Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner." Thankfully, before she had time to work out if it was just her imagination or if the stallion really did have his half-hard dick wedged deep into her ass crack, a little ding! and a light jolt meant she could squeeze herself back out into a more open space. It was a short walk along the corridor to the manager's office. She arrived in front of it, and before knocking, looked herself over - or as much as she could see, anyway. She straightened her collar and made sure that as little of her expansive cleavage as possible was exposing itself, then adjusted her skirt. Her big ass had pulled the top of it down a few centimeters, so she grabbed the top in both hands and yanked it up with a few quick, hard pulls. Her butt settled back into place, and she straightened her thin black belt and double-checked the wrist buttons on her shirt. After a deep breath, she reached out and knocked on the door. A tired voice answered. "Come in!" Downstairs at the main reception, Crescent was asking after Fluttershy. "One of the visitors? One moment... uh... yes, she's just about to have a meeting with the Manager on floor 4. She shouldn't be too long." "Okay, thanks." He walked off toward the elevator, butterflies in his stomach. He could hardly wait. Fluttershy briskly opened the door, stepped through, and turned, closing it behind her. She walked up to the large wooden desk at the opposite side of the room, and stood in front of it, hands together at her waist. A middle-aged stallion with spectacles and a grey coat was holding a stack of documents in one hand, the index finger of his other hand pressing the button of his intercom as he studied the top document closely. He didn't look up as she walked over to his desk. "Yes, two percent down. I think it would be a good idea to re-invest in one of our newer operations. The interest just isn't there any more." Another stallion on the other end agreed with him as he flicked through the documents. "Well, that leaves a little for our potential grant-seekers this afternoon. Don't worry, I'll move it over myself. Yep, speak to ya later." beep! He then moved the documents in front of himself, grabbed a pen and started scribbling on the top one. One minute passed, then another. It seemed to Fluttershy that he was so absorbed in his work that he may have forgotten about her. She gave a little *ahem*. "Oh! Sorry, I-" His words trailed off. "I, uh, um. Hello." He was staring at her chest. She was staring at him. "Oh darn, did a button come undone again? I'm so sorry." She started fitfully checking the front of her shirt. "No, your shirt is fine! Just got caught up on something. You know how it is when you're busy, thoughts popping into your head all the time... yeah, that's... what happened." "Goodness, I hope you're not working too hard, mister. Breaks are important." She gave him a smile so sweet that for a brief moment he wholly stopped seeing her sexually and saw her as the cutest, sweetest little mare he'd ever seen. Then his eyes were drawn back down by some unexplainable force that lingers in the back of every stallion's mind when they see a busty mare. Heh... 'little'. "Very true! I'm glad you agree. I'm Bright Star, what can I do ya for?" "I'm here as an applicant for the grant you're offering, Mr. Star, I'm representing Ponyville." "Ah yes, let me see here... Fluttershy, isn't it?" "Mhm! So what do I need to do?" "Just give me your application, then join the other applicants in the waiting room through there. You'll each be called before the board to discuss what you need and why you need it. Afterward, we'll announce our decision." She handed over her letter and grinned. "Great! I can't wait. Thanks so much." She turned, and almost jogged to the door, barely able to contain her excitement. Bright Star followed her big, bouncing butt every step of the way. Mezmerized, he inadvertently spoke aloud. "Wow, what an incredible ass." Fluttershy turned, smiling. "What was that, Mr. Star?" Shit. "Uh, yeah... just looking at my windows here... incredibly dirty, the glass. Need to... uh, get it cleaned." "Oh, well, don't worry too much about it, you don't want a stress overload!" She turned again, and walked out the door, closing it behind her. Fourth floor... there we go. Crescent stepped out of the elevator and made his way down the same corridor Fluttershy had walked down 15 minutes earlier. "Waiting Room - here we are." He opened the door. Inside were about a dozen people, some reading magazines, a few talking among themselves. In the corner, reading, was Fluttershy. He crossed the room and sat down beside her, feeling the warmth of her thigh against his. She looked up, surprised, but quickly smiled. "Crescent! You did come!" "How could I not? Leaving a pretty mare all alone in a big place like this would just be criminal! How you feeling?" "Not too bad actually, kind of excited. I do feel better now you're here though." She smiled sheepishly at him, resting a hand on his leg. He was well-built, not like a bodybuilder, but he was toned and handsome. She found herself being drawn towards him more than ever in this cold, grey room full of strangers. He put his hand on top of hers and returned the smile. Gee, he thought, her eyes really shine. "You're beautiful, you know that?" She blushed and looked down. "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better." He squeezed her hand and sidled up even closer, talking into her ear. He could smell her sweet perfume, could see her silky, pink hair flowing down her back. "I'm not, I'm saying it because it's true." He plucked up all the courage he could muster, and gave her a peck on the cheek. He drew back quickly to see her reaction. Her eyes looked up and to the left, then she raised her head and looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed. She spoke quietly. "That's the first time a stallion has kissed me." Crescent's jaw dropped. "No way." "Yes way." He leaned back, eyebrows raised. "Well. I guess I'm the luckiest guy in the world, huh? Seriously, though, that was long overdue." She giggled, hand against the cheek he had kissed. "It's not easy for me to make connections like, well, this. I don't know what it is, you're just... nice?" He laughed, leaning forward again. "Thanks for that. I try to be, I guess. How about a proper one?" "What do you m-" He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward him. His other hand caressed the back of her neck, and he lightly pulled her in. Their lips met, and Fluttershy's eyes closed gradually as she savoured her first real kiss. It lasted less than ten seconds, but it felt like an hour. She drew back silently and gazed into his eyes, mouth slightly agape. Crescent was watching everyone else file out through the door "Hey, don't be late." She blinked, then looked over at the door. It took fer a few moments to remember why she was here. "Oh! Yeah, thanks. And thanks for this too." She got up and skipped lightly up and behind the others, smiling over her shoulder at Crescent. "Knock 'em dead, Flutters."
Opening upFluttershy had been gone for some time. The best part of an hour, Crescent reckoned. Each pony made their pitch in turn and then returned to the waiting room. Seeing as Fluttershy went in last, she'd probably be the last to come back out. Though judging by how many had come back through, it wouldn't be long now. Fluttershy really had a good cause for the funding, but Crescent didn't doubt some of the other ponies did too. After a few more minutes, the door handle turned, and the door swung back revealing a flustered Fluttershy. She was definitely a little sweatier now and her heart was really beating - public speaking definitely wasn't her forte. But it was over now, and that in itself made her feel better. Her eyes were drawn almost immediately back to Crescent Moon, and she practically bolted over to him, sitting down beside him and squeezing into a chair that was nowhere near big deal enough to seat the entirety of her huge ass "Oh Crescent, I couldn't wait to get out of there! I don't think I did a good job making my pitch, I was so nervous. I hate speaking in public like that! I hope I didn't screw up too badly." Crescent could see she was feeling a fair number of emotions right now, the rising and falling of her oversized mammaries indicating her breathing was still quite rapid, but slowing. "I'm sure you didn't, Fluttershy. I know how passionate you are about this whole thing, I don't doubt that enthusiasm rubbed off on 'em." She smiled, then sighed. "I'm glad it's over. I've been thinking about if for weeks and no matter what happens I'm glad it's dealt with. I really wanna get outta this little room, is it hot in here or is it just me?" Crescent smirked and looked her over. "Oh, it's definitely you." Fluttershy actually laughed - surprising herself in the process. The euphoria of having this big, intimidating event cast off had put her in high spirits, to say the least. But it was more than that. This charming stallion had struck a chord deep inside her. He was understanding, patient, and seemed to be compassionate. He had an interest in her that she couldn't help but reciprocate. She'd had the occasional "nice tits!" thrown at her in the past, but never anything meaningful. Sure, he liked her body (and so did she for that matter) but it wasn't the only thing he took notice of. He was attractive and likeable, and she knew that she wanted more than a cuddle or kiss for once in her life. She could carry on being timid and beating around the bush, or she could step out of her comfort zone and cut to the chase, to get what she really wanted but was yet to have - a good, hard rutting. The little waiting room was empty save for the pair of them. Letting her inhibitions go for once, Fluttershy decided to get the ball rolling. She looked down at her stupendously large chest, and appreciatively took note that even in an XXXL shirt, her enormous boobs were still straining the buttons to just short of breaking point, her bra visible through the gaps. Damn, was she stacked. She opened out each hand and grabbed her chest, applying some pressure and feeling the oodles of breast flesh compliantly compress in her grasp, and it felt pretty good. Crescent Moon watched in silence, eyebrows raised. She turned to him. "So you're pretty keen on these, huh?" “Uh, y-yeah, you could say that.” He watched intently as she kneaded her oversized funbags while biting her lip and sneaking glances at him. He felt his pants begin to tighten as his fifteen-inch length, not bad at all for a stallion, begin to awaken in its cloth prison, creating a larger bulge than there had been already at his crotch. She could only giggle as he watched, slack-jawed. “I think we should take this to the men’s room, Crescent. I don’t want to wait until I’m home, I need this now. How about you?” “Uh, yeah, yes, sure.” She stood and stepped in front of him, bending forward to reach for his hand. Fuck, her cleavage seemed to go on forever. Her nipples looked like thumbs poking through her shirt! “Let’s go then! If… if you really want to, that is.” She reached out and he stretched out his arm to meet her hand. He took it, surprised by just how softly she held onto his hand as he stood up. They stepped out of the waiting room and back out into the corridor, the cooler air feeling pleasant on their coats. Walking briskly, Fluttershy leading and still clasping his hand, they walked down the 50 yards or so to the men’s washroom and, with a glance in either direction down the hall, pushed the door open and disappeared inside. It was empty and silent, save for the sounds of the city quietly audible through an open window at the far end of the room. They slipped into the cubicle at the far end and locked the door. It was quite crowded with the two of them inside but it was better than they expected, a rather generous amount of space either side of the seat. Fluttershy quickly unzipped her pencil skirt and shimmied it down her legs, being careful not to rip it while pulling it off her wide hips and over her meaty thighs. Crescent undid his jeans and also slipped them off, layering them on top of his shoes and socks in the corner. Remarkably to her, all of Fluttershy’s shirt buttons had survived the day’s activity so far and she carefully undid each one before pulling the shirt off of her shoulders and discarded it onto a little pile of her own garments next to Crescent’s - before long, they were both down to their underwear. “Jeez, you look incredible, Fluttershy.” Her enormous chest packed into a pretty little (at least for her) white bra was a sight to behold, flesh oozing out from the sides and a little from beneath while the gargantuan globes themselves quivered with her every movement. She held her arms close in on either side, forcing the monumental spheres together, the flesh bubbling outward and projecting even further forward than it had been - a good foot, at least. “They’re still growing. These fit me six months ago.” "That's amazing. They're so... big." He held them in his hands, admiring, adoring, practically worshipping them. He leaned in to her, burying his face and, in fact, most of his head into that most welcoming valley of clean, malleable breast. The scent was incredible, her sweet perfume in concert with the natural freshness of her own coat. Eventually he managed to pull himself away. She giggled again, and turned, presenting the big, wide clasp which held her mammoth bra to her mammoth chest. Typical for a stallion, undoing bra clasps wasn't one of Crescent's fortes, but the sheer size of this bra's assembly made the task pretty simple. He undid the back, and Fluttershy drew the great cups off and up, there was a gentle but audible whump as her breasts spilled out and slapped against her stomach. One of Crescent's hands snaked round in front and clasped her naked breast for the first time. His eyebrows raised reflexively - it was even more soft and warm and pleasing in his grasp than he was expecting. His other hand traced along her right hip, also remarkably soft and voluptuous, almost hemispherical in its rotundness. Slipping into her small (on her frame) panties, his fingers parted her moist folds and teased her inner passage, eliciting cute little moans from Fluttershy who was fondling her own breast alongside the one Crescent was groping, her nipples by now rock-hard in the cool air. Massaging her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, Crescent managed to squeeze a loud moan from Fluttershy, which she quickly suppressed by shutting her mouth and groaning through her nose. Just about pent up enough to feel the foreplay had gone on long enough, despite it barely having begun, Fluttershy gently persuaded Crescent's hand back out of her underwear so she could shimmy it down off of her wide hips and down her legs. Crescent took the opportunity to do the same, sliding his briefs down his subtly toned legs and stepping out of them, using his foot to slide them out of the way. Wordlessly, Fluttershy stood to the side and placed her hands up against the cubicle wall, sticking her big butt out a little as her boobs splayed out against the wall. Already very hard, Crescent steadied himself, holding one hand against her hip and gently guiding his solid foot and a half or so of stallion cock into her needy pussy. Fluttershy groaned long and low as each girthy inch pushed her inner passage outward and forced its way persuasively deeper into her core. Crescent paused for a moment, savouring the simple and incomparable pleasure of his current situation - being hilted deep inside this impossibly sexy mare. The pause didn't last long, though, and he soon drew back for the first thrust, Fluttershy anticipating it certainly as much as he was. He pushed forward with his hips, repeating his first thrust but with much more briskness and a little more force, the mare in front of him clenching around his length at the sudden reintroduction of that pillar of power. Crescent began in earnest, thrusting in and out at a fair pace and pushing with his hips each time, setting Fluttershy's curvaceous body into a fit of jiggling with every advance of his member. Fluttershy could only whimper in pleasure as she was reamed, Crescent's impressive shaft filling her comprehensively as he thrust repeatedly into her. His grunts and her groans steadily raised in volume as his pace quickened and his thrusts strengthened, pushing all of his fifteen inches over and over into her hungry folds. Fluttershy was loving the feeling of being so completely full every time he was up to the hilt in her, and the inch after inch of rubbing girth massaging her vagina as he slid in and out was in and of itself simply bliss. Suddenly, though - a creak. Crescent froze, and Fluttershy held her breath. Someone had joined them, but apparently wasn't aware of them or what they were doing. They heard him humming a tune to himself as he turned on a faucet and began to scrub his hands. Fluttershy felt an incredible rush at the closeness of this interloper. The thick slab of meat wedged deep into her felt hotter and more pleasing than ever before as she stood stock-still, mid-fuck, the stallion behind her breathing hot breath onto the nape of her neck as his hands dug into the supple flesh of her hips. He gave a little flick of his hips, gently forcing himself even further inside of her. She put a hand on her mouth and cried out into it, lidded eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as the sheer taboo of this situation made her even hornier. After the oblivious stallion dried off his hands with a quick blast of hot air, whistling merrily to himself, he walked back the way he came and the door opened with another creak. After a pause, the door returned to its closed position with a quiet knock. In the blink of an eye, Crescent pulled his hips back, pushed them forward, and rammed his dick as far as it would go back into Fluttershy, who practically screamed with ecstasy into the hand that was still covering her mouth. Crescent grabbed handfuls of her big, fat ass cheeks as he pounded the fat pussy beneath them. Fluttershy's eyes were beginning to water as the indescribable waves of bliss ebbed and flowed through her core, extending in all directions through her quivering body, both hands fiercely clamped onto her oversized mammaries. She could feel a white-hot furnace of heat building in her groin as Crescent's pounding stepped up again, the steady and noisy thwap, thwap, thwap echoing through the room. The climax was approaching for both of them. Fluttershy was going to get there first, it seemed. She was shuddering, convulsing with the orgasmic sensations tearing her insides apart. She was just about cresting the wave as Crescent made a particularly powerful thrust. "Cumming, cumming, cumming!" She squealed as her pussy clamped down hard on Crescent's dick, her insides burning with carnal pleasure as she cried out in orgasm. It felt so good, and it just kept on going. Crescent kept thrusting, and each thrust during this shattering climax just took her to higher and higher plateaus of ecstasy. Fluttershy's squeals and cries, as well as the sudden increase in tightness down below, was more than enough to finish off Crescent Moon. His tennis ball-sized testes drew up, and his whole rod trembled as he came. "F-fugh, ah!" He jolted his hips forward, leaning in to her and pressing her against the wall as he deposited his load deep inside her. Blasts of hot, thick jizz exploded into her womb over and over again. He couldn't stop cumming - her pussy just felt so damn good. He wrapped his hands around her waist, his hips sinking into her big, soft buttocks as his sperm filled her up with rope after rope of cum. A few weak spurts finished off the longest orgasm of his life. His head drooped down, resting against her shoulder which he promptly kissed. After a few more moments of savouring the warmth of Fluttershy's pussy, he pulled out his softening shaft and a few globs of his jism splattered against the floor. Fluttershy turned around, her face flushed, but wearing a smile. It was Crescent's turn to be pinned against the wall as she practically threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her huge tits into his chest. His hands were quick to make their way around to her fat booty, which he unashamedly groped and fondled as they passionately kissed. Fluttershy broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "That was so, so good. Part of me can't believe I did it. But I did, and it was amazing." Crescent smiled and pecked her on the lips. "Sure was. How about we get dressed and head to my place? S'a lot roomier than this, for a start." "Well, judging by your performance here, you don't need a lot of room." Crescent smirked and slapped her ass, eliciting a yelp and a giggle from Fluttershy. "Maybe. But I could sure use a lie down. Then we could go for round two. How's that sound?" Fluttershy squeezed her thick thighs around the soft length nestled between them, and could feel it begin to awaken again. "Sounds great."
