Charlotte Shorts

It was a beautiful day in the Ponyville countryside. Birds were composing sonnets, grass was stretching its way up towards the sky, and the good fillies and colts of Equestria were basking in the warm sun. So nice! So peaceful.

It was precisely this sort of Dullsville scenario that Sticky Keys had feared the most! Investigative journalism came so rarely to charming little rural hamlets like Ponyville, and the rumours of an exciting serial cumflator seemed to have been totally unfounded!

The silence hanging over those lush fields was suddenly run right through, the birds drowned out by Sticky’s nasal tone. "Keep that camera locked, Fingers! I want you focused for when this joint gets jumping!"

This curvaceous, blonde pony liked to dress as sharp as she talked, sunflower-yellow body poured into a purple, white, and lavender sundress patterned with carnations from top to bottom. The dress had been a careful pick, and she particularly delighted in how the plunging neckline fit her ample bust like a dream. Sticky Keys had a considerably deeper cleavage than the average pony, and despite the best efforts of her mammoth jugs to stretch her top out from the inside, the skin-tight garment kept jiggling to a minimum. Titty-wobble, while present, was kept carefully under control... appearing only juuust enough here and there to keep the viewers on the edge of their seats!

That was "titty-wobble" as in her big, all-natural and bouncing bust, and not the famous unicorn model Titty Wobble from uptown Manehattan.

For some dedicated news watchers, it was excitement, and for others it made for a soothing, relaxing sight. Any stress they’d been feeling when they settled down to tune in could be swiftly resolved with nothing more than a nice, long breast-gazing session, generously provided by their favourite reporter.

She had a fashionable blazer on over the dress, oversized pink sunglasses balanced on her snout, and walked on form-fitting, knee-high go-go boots. A simply sensational look, if she did say so herself!

"Now... Be honest, how am I lookin’?"

A mousy filly, struggling under the weight of a camera almost as big as she was, gave Sticky Keys a thumbs-up. "You’re swellegant as all get-out, Sticky! The cat's pyjamas!"

Sticky swayed her hips in a circle, pumping her fists in excitement. Days like these made her glad to be a journalist! "Now Fingers, you just can that lip! Reckon I’m fine just bein’ elegant, so we’ll leave the rest of it to those Ponyville squares.”

She pushed her specs up her face and settled her eyes on the camera. Her natural prey. "Now, it’s about time we get these jive-ponies hep to what's fresh."

Sticky Keys drew herself up to her full height, adjusted her cleavage and began those blissful orations that had landed her in Manehattan Magazine's Top 10 Reporters. "Greetings and good-day to all you funky kittens out there in Ponyland! We're reporting to you live from the Ponyville countryside, and boy is it a beautiful day outside!"

She narrowed her eyes and leaned conspiratorially towards the camera One of her trademark moves. "Hard to believe this is the domain of one of Equestria's Most Wanted, the one they’ve taken to calling the ‘Ponyville Prowler’! A villain who reports claim won’t stop until every last mare in town is a sloshing spunk-tank!

“Now let’s get a shot of this beautiful countryside. Can it really be possible that this peaceful little hamlet would be chosen as the target for the biggest Cumflation Caper of the decade?”

On Sticky’s instruction, Fingers began sweeping the camera’s lens over the length and breadth of the sunny meadows. And it was during that very same sweep of the verdant green vista that Fingers suddenly froze stiff and squeaked: within seconds, she was peeking up over the top of the camera, gesticulating for her boss to hop on over.

“Quit wigging out, Fingers! We’re doin’ this live!” groused the top-heavy reporter as she swaggered up to the smaller pony’s side.

“Just eyeball it, Sticky! Ponies!’

“These had better be some way-out wild ponies if you’re crashing the scene over them!”

Sticky Keys leaned down so far her bosom just about toppled the camera. She peeked on through and this time it was her turn to gasp.

At first glance, it looked like the gods were having a giant-sized game of pool. In a far-off spot between two great hills, six enormous, well-rounded spheres appeared to have been tastefully arranged around a picnic blanket and a few small, cute baskets. It was only when Sticky looked closer, and realized those same spherical bodies had stumpy little arms and legs sticking out of their topsides, that her jaw dropped and her eyes sparkled.

"O-Oooooooh~" She glanced sideways, her expression of glee mirrored on Fingers’ face. “We got it made!"

Six ponies, each a different colour of the rainbow, had had their bellies blown up to unbelievable proportions. A cum-hose had been gushing here recently, recklessly and determinedly pouring out thousands of litres of sticky, warm ejaculate like those goo-factories had a deadline to meet. And who better to receive all that frothing, bubbly batter than Ponyville's adorable, rosy-cheeked damsels? Except after all that gushing spunk they were more like rosy-cheeked blimps! Every last pony was immobilized by her own prodigious belly-dome, rendered fully nude as dresses, shorts and every other garment they'd been wearing had exploded off their rapidly-expanding frames.

Sticky had to act fast. That Belly-Bulging Bimbo-Breeder might still be on the scene!

"Quick, stable the gab. Let’s get down there!”

Sticky Keys and her assistant quickly hoisted the camera between them. Grunting and straining under the object’s weight, the duo darted over the hills towards that distant, far-off scoop.

It was just a few minutes later that they touched down on ground zero of the maniac’s sex-fueled rampage.

It bears mentioning that while ponies had developed video cameras that employed a considerable amount of magic in transmitting sound and images to onlooking ponies back home, they had not yet mastered transmitting smells. And Sticky Keys’ viewers at home would have been extra grateful for that if they had known how truly... unique... the picnicking spot smelt right then. They would have been gagging, pinching noses and doing more than their fair share of retching as a pungent squiddy stench overpowered nostrils far and wide.

In the great stink's absence, thousands of onlooking ponies were instead left with a vision of the once-tranquil Ponyville outskirts turned into a scene of utter excess. Every which way they cast their keen, investigative gazes, there were more clues that whoever was behind these rampant cumflations had definitely been here recently. Picnic baskets had been tipped over by arctic blasts from a well-fed cum-cannon. Semen was splashed up tree-trunks to their highest branches, tweeting birds still plastered to the wood. And, of course, those groaning, cumflated ponies.

It fit with everything Sticky knew about her target’s M.O.

A serial cumflator like this one would be totally self-absorbed, drunk on her own sense of power and completely reckless in where she splashed about her seed. Even something as fiendish as interrupting the day of some happy picnic-going ponies wasn’t beneath her! Tummies that had been intended to hold tasty sandwiches and fizzy lemonade were now bloated with oceans of off-white goo, stretched and distended until they literally couldn’t hold another drop.

Sticky tread carefully, making sure not to touch any of the spider-web thick splatters of ejaculate. She was careful about stepping in the puddles on the ground: the liquid was so thick that it was impossible to tell how deep they were. Fingers had made a perfect example of the risks when she’d accidentally placed a high-heeled hoof in what only looked to be a dinner plate’s worth of spunk.

While Fingers freed herself from what she could only think of as the world’s biggest wet spot on the bed, Sticky was already casting her eyes towards the far end of the clearing, where a pony was laying on her back.

It took the reporter a moment to realize exactly what she was staring at. At first she’d thought it was a pony’s head sticking out from beneath a particularly fat elephant, but Sticky soon realized that head and belly both belonged to the same pony! Each of the pony’s struggles were accompanied by the great bulge sloshing like a distant tide, looking precariously ready to topple over at any moment.

As much as the captive mare would have obviously liked to have gotten her thousand-litre belly off her back, however, a rather large weight was keeping her pinned. A maroon unicorn was seated on top of her, strong red thighs fully apart and each bare hoof slightly sunk into that squishy tum. She actually looked kinda normal from the neck-up, aside from lots of cute skull-themed jewelry, extending to hairpieces, a choker, and some earrings.

Oh, and the seriously huge tits stretching out her battered old T-Shirt. Couldn’t forget those!

The shirt itself bore the legend, “WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER EXTREME PRESSURE. HANDLE WITH CARE!” with an arrow pounding downwards. As warnings went, it seemed pretty justified! Heck, she should have rustled up an XXXXXXXXXXL line for those mares littered around her to wear: one or two of those bimbos looked one wrong move away from popping, tummies stretched thin as a Flim Flam-brand condom.

Sticky watched in awe as the pony swayed from side to side atop her victim. Her hooves were slightly tucked under her immense pair of nuts, heels sunk several inches in on either side. She kept them planted right on that huge domed belly beneath her, alternating tensing one powerful leg muscle after the other. It pushed her hooves down, and kept her perch swaying playfully from side to side like a swing set. Sticky was shocked: it hadn’t been enough to pack this cute filly with cum, now she was using her like a seesaw too!

Of course, she couldn’t have sat more primly if she wanted to. The redheaded mare currently seated atop that great big cum-receptacle gut had, without question, the largest sperm-producing seed-pods Sticky had ever laid eyes on. Had the unquestionably-selfish pony been standing down on earth with her, that infinitely productive cumsack would have been swishing inches from the ground with each step, grazing blades of grass in the process. They sure didn’t make nutsacks like that ‘round Manehattan way.

Her sack was, of course, perfectly smooth and beautiful, with only a smattering of veins tracking its girth. And, of the veins that were there, all of them seemed appropriately sized for the spunk-filled fiend, each twice the thickness of one of Sticky’s fingers.

When Sticky laid eyes on the cheeky-looking unicorn’s industrial-sized member, the last piece of the puzzle fell into place. Like those nuts before it, it was the biggest cock she’d ever seen, with a medial ring that reached the smug pony’s dirty T-Shirt slogan, and a head so heavy it lilted to the right. The myriad great globules emerging from that fire-hose cock were so weighty and thick they clung to its girth all the way down to the base.

This is it, Sticky thought. This spring chicken just earned herself the Ponelitzer.

Sticky stepped closer, awestruck before the mighty scepter of power. Her mouth hung agape like an obscene little landing strip, just perfect for packing with throat-bulging feet of hot maroon member. Soon she found herself standing at the base of that obscene shrine to virility, close enough she could track her fingers up the gray mare’s perfectly-spherical form.

She had to get close enough to interview this marvel of Equestria, ask the big questions.

Sticky Keys raised her microphone with a trembling hand, holding it up towards that big-grinner. “May I ask your name, Miss?”

“Charlotte~” the pony answered, tucking a hand behind her neck. The cheeky imp used the kind of playful tone most ponies saved for answering roll call, and followed it immediately with the most charming little chuckle either of her captive audience had ever heard. Even knowing Charlotte was a serial cumflator, it was strangely hard to stay mad at her!

So what else could Sticky Keys do but keep on coming closer? She looped a finger in her microphone’s cable as she approached, swinging it in nervous little circles. Even in Equestria, a land overflowing with swingers, good-time gals with jaw-dropping chests, and promiscuous ponies, Charlotte occupied a different class of sexuality.

The reporter glanced back at her lens-toting assistant. “Don’t stop that camera rolling, babe. No matter what happens.”

Sticky gulped as her imagination wandered to just exactly what this well-endowed mare could do to her if she wanted. Irregardless, she turned back, stood up on tippy-toes and extended her microphone up as far as she could reach. “Well then, it looks like I caught you red-handed, Ponyville Prowler! Anything to say for yourself?”

“Hmmm...” Charlotte tapped her chin with the finger of one hand, considering the question carefully as she probed and prodded her immense member with the other. It wasn’t masturbation; the hung unicorn would be crazy to have to resort to self-stimulation for a stallionhood like that when there were so many curvy lookers around Ponyville to jam it into... So she just drew patterns on its surface, lightly needling her shaft with her fingertips.

It responded with real weight and heft to each touch, dispelling any doubts Sticky might have had that it was perhaps some immense prosthetic being used for a prank on the media. No, this shaft was real... It was leaking more than enough cum with each of Charlotte’s gentle touches to confirm that!

“Welllllll... For a start, you might wanna get outta the line of fire? Heehee~”

Charlotte certainly had a point there! Sticky was standing directly under her pole, and each flick of Charlotte’s fingers along that big equine shaft released another flow of leaky goop from the tip of her member. With semen in her mane, on her dress and now all down her back, it was getting to the point where Sticky found herself wishing she’d brought an umbrella!

The blonde-maned reporter examined some of that gooey spunk on her. It had an almost otherworldly consistency, more like thick Smooze than anything that should be firing out of a cum-cannon!

Sticky paused to clear her throat of the invasive gunk that had somehow made it into her mouth, her mind racing to refocus. Just how was she supposed to ask the hard-hitting questions when every time she opened her mouth, pint-glasses worth of thick horse cum oozed into her mouth, down her throat and settled deep in her defenseless belly?

“Glk - augh... Listen up, pops, you better not be thinkin’ I’m gonna let you fly the coop, just ‘cause of a little rain! I’ve got you riiiight where I want you, Daddy-o!”

Charlotte petulantly bumped her hooves against that cumflated belly, sending ripples through the surface of the inflated dome. “Pops! Daddy-o! I’m younger than you!”

Sticky turned back to the camera. “You heard it here first, groovesters! The Ponyville Prowler: a misguided youth driven to a life of crime!”

Charlotte tapped her chin. She could have some fun with this one.

“Oh, um, yeah... ‘Ponyville Pounder’ or whatever, that’s me! I’ll even give you the exclusive scoop on the whole story, if you just come a little closer...”

“Closer... Right...” stammered Sticky, her confidence fading. While they had been talking, rivulets of cum-splatter had been turning the lenses of her sunglasses a solid white, leaving her more and more blind with every thick, white drop. It was getting hard to keep the interview professional: at this point, she could barely see!

Well, there was no time like the present. Turning her head away to minimize the splash, Sticky took a wild guess on where to point her microphone to get Charlotte’s comments on tape. This already felt like it was going to end in disaster, but she pressed on nonetheless. Her concerned feelings only developed further when she heard a wet “ploop” sound a moment later.

Glancing up again, Sticky could see all she had succeeded in doing was accidentally sinking the very expensive piece of recording equipment deep between the mare’s exercise ball-sized nuts. It pushed into those twin white goo-containers for all of a few inches until -

Crunch.

Sticky cringed inwardly as an errant wobble from the dangerously overloaded seed pods clamped them together around her microphone. Before she could even think to respond, Charlotte’s nuts worked with all the strength of a minotaur to drag the microphone out of her hand.

Charlotte grinned as she smoothly brought her strong thighs together. Sticky could only gape in disorientated confusion as her microphone was swallowed up deep in the slimy depths of Charlotte’s sack, followed by the distinctive “crack” of the newspony’s hard-earned bits going out the window. When Charlotte’s nuts wobbled a second time, they deposited a few pieces of broken, twisted metal fragments into Sticky’s outstretched hands.

“Oops. Heehee~”

Charlotte should probably have felt a tiny bit bad, but it was proving pretty hard for her! What pony wouldn’t take an opportunity like that to show off on live TV? The look of horror on Sticky’s face as Charlotte literally crushed her microphone with her nuts just had her sooo pumped!

Pumped and horny. Veeery horny. After having so easily crushed another pony’s toy, Charlotte wanted to see what else she could wreck.

As she watched Sticky drop the remainders of her microphone into the lake of cum pooling around her hooves, Charlotte smiled. She rolled herself off of the pinned mare’s big belly and dropped forwards, using Sticky to cushion her fall. The impact knocked the wind out of the top-heavy city gal, who landed on her back with her hooves and arms akimbo. It almost went without saying that her tight-breasted dress only narrowly avoided disaster, bulging with the effort of constraining her wobbling bosom. Half her buttons gave up the ghost right then and there in a series of pops.

“Oof! Mmm!”

Sticky voiced a few protests, enough to prompt Fingers into wiggling her way over... but Sticky quickly shot her hand up in the air, pointing a finger at her crewmember. “I’m hip, Fingers! Keep rolling!”

Then she turned back to Charlotte. “Hip” might have been a bit of a stretch, really.

“Sorry I broke your thingy... But you don’t mind as long as you get your story, right?” Charlotte whispered in Sticky’s ear. The mare caught beneath her jabbed a finger in her cheek.

“Yoooooooouuuu! You dippy-ass dolly! You need to cool it!”

Charlotte waggled her hips a little sheepishly, then leaned in close. “Mm. Yeah, that ain’t happening... Here, lemme make it up to you.”

Charlotte hooded her eyelashes and leaned in. Sticky’s eyes widened, and she leaned back, tossing her head this way and that. But there was no escape, not in these closed quarters. “Wait - waitwaitwaitwait... Mmmph!”

Charlotte planted a sizzling kiss right on her new marefriend’s mouth, trying on every last inch of that primo real estate. The tongue that had soothed a nation with its nightly reports was now wrapped around Charlotte’s slimy, uncivilized oral member. It was drooled all over and squeezed until Sticky was panting and whimpering.

When Charlotte broke off their kiss, Sticky was left with barely more than an expression of overflowing pleasure. No matter how many times she saw it, the the big-dicked pony might never got tired of that look.

“Heheheh, you’re lookin’ better already.” Charlotte tapped her nose. “It’s too bad I can’t understand a damn thing you’re saying, ‘cause those curves are a treat.”

“Hlaugh...” drooled Sticky.

Charlotte propped herself up on her breasts, folding her arms on Sticky’s rack. “Hmm~ But you know, even though you’re mad about your microphone getting broken...”

She bounced her head this way and that, eventually busting out the glossiest, whitest grin either of the other girls had ever seen. She was beaming. “You’re the one who came out here hunting for a dick thicker than your thighs, you know~ What, you aren’t getting enough action back at Manehattan, so you come all the way out here with panties ready to drop?”

Well, those particular taunts dug deep enough to drag Sticky back to reality. She wiped the slobber from her mouth, glaring down her snout at Charlotte. “L-Like heck, dude! I came out here chasin’ the scoop, not to get wolf-whistled by a mare more dick than dame! Unhand me!”

Charlotte mock-gasped, eyes popping open. She slapped a hand right over Sticky’s mouth. “Language! Goodness gracious, you have children watching with that potty-mouth?”

“Hrmph-hmph!” Much as Sticky would have liked to protest, someone had finally shut the beatnik babe up. “Hmhmhm!”

“Well, since you’re so curious about it... Maybe I’ll give you a live demonstration.” Charlotte began climbing her way up off of Sticky. The reporter gulped as that equine shaft rose up directly over her face, blotting out the sun.

Just a few minutes later, the cocky unicorn had her new cumtank bent over at the hips, mounted on her butt and balls-deep inside. Sticky’s dress had long-since rode up over her hips, baring the Cutie Mark adorning her considerable hips - beret and cigarette holder crossed like a family emblem - to the whole wide world.

Charlotte held Sticky’s arms far behind her back, keeping the dizzy gal docile, tame, and full of cock. She had to really work to repeatedly pack her member nice and deep into the comparatively tiny space provided by the circumference of Sticky’s great big hips.

“Hahh... Hahh... Just what are you planning next, Prowler? What... ohfuck-ohfuck-ohfuck - ohfuckfuckfuck... What... way-out wasteland... nnnh!... is your crime spree spreading to next?”

Charlotte tossed her head and thrust so deep into Sticky her hooves lifted right off the ground. “Mmm, I dunno! Why, you wanna get there before I do?”

“No!” Sticky redoubled her efforts to stick to her hardest questions. “Why can’t you be satisfied with having a modest, normal-sized member, Prowler?”

Charlotte smacked that wiggling butt, leaving a bright-red handprint. The abrupt pain was all the stimulus Sticky’s body needed to want this stud’s cum, and she grew deviously pleasurable around Charlotte’s thick cock for a moment. Practically begging for cum. “Why can’t you?”

All Charlotte got in response was a volley of lewd-ass howling. Sticky sagged, only held up by her arms dragged behind her back. Her tongue dangled out of her mouth, their shared sex-fluids seeped into the grass around them.

Sticky felt fingers cupping her chin. Charlotte lifted her face, the evil pony licking her tongue up the side of Sticky’s drooling face. “Mmmn, come on, stay conscious for your interview at least! Don’t you have anything else you wanna ask me? Hobbies? Three sizes?”

Charlotte winked to the camera. “That’s thirty-six inches long, twenty-four inches around, and two thousand gallons! In each nut!”

Behind the camera, Fingers blushed the hardest she’d ever blushed in all her life.

Charlotte glanced back down at Sticky, pleased to find the reporter still semi-comatose. She grinned, tossing the poor gal’s chin from thumb to forefingers and back. “Damn, you got anything left in that brain of yours at this point?”

Sticky tightened up around Charlotte’s invading shaft in time with her defiance. “The... The footage will speak for itself! The world will see all of it...”

“Wow! What a slut! Even if I do... this?”

Up until now, Charlotte had been giving Sticky less than a third of her member. She worked on upping that number.

“No. No! Nooooooo!” cried Sticky.

“Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!” howled Sticky. As it turned out, her stomach was more accommodating than either of them could have guessed.

Afterwards, whenever Sticky recounted the encounter to a passel of jealous mares, she distinctly remembered the way she’d toppled forwards under the brute force of Charlotte’s barbaric thrusts, and how she’d expected to end up bonking her head on the hard ground. And her shock, and the sense of perverted delight, when her own sloshing, cum-filled belly cushioned her fall, and she was able to lay on top of it. Sticky wrapped her arms around the great bulging weight, squeezing it tight, burying her face in it, feel herself get bigger and bigger and rounder and fuller...

“Ooh! Ooh!” The reporter was beside herself with glee, eyes rolling and tongue stretched all the way out of her mouth. “Oooooh! This is so outta sight!”

“Is it, like, totally righteous, Sticky?” squeaked Fingers from her side.

“It’s fantabulous!” Sticky screwed herself back into Charlotte’s lap, rolling her hips in long, slutty circles. She rolled back and forth along her own cum-stuffed swell with each thrust.

“Oooh, I’ve got the jitters just watching you! Miss Charlotte, promise you’ll get in me next!”

Charlotte tossed her mane, and followed it up by giving those big jello cheeks of Sticky’s a flat-palmed slap. Her tongue was half-out, and the sex-addict looked a little harebrained herself after so much fine-ass treatment. She offered Fingers a glassy-eyed stare, even as she wiped the sweat from her sticky brow. “Nnn, yeah, ahhhn... Just, ah, just keep that camera rolling...”

Fingers gushed her agreement, bringing the black box a little closer to the action. For an uninterrupted span of a dozen or so seconds, all the viewers at home would be forced to take on an unscheduled commercial break for Charlotte’s ridiculously-oversized member: they had a crystal-clear perspective on every single bulging vein along that stupendous shaft.

“Ohhh, I’m diggin’ on it! Hold me, Fingers, and don’t let gooo!”

As much as Fingers would have liked to do so, Charlotte let out an almighty whoop behind her and set that member of hers to putting out the almightiest gusher yet. The naughty pony hadn’t been paying a lick of attention to either of them.

Sticky Keys howled long and lewd as a great geyser of Charlotte’s thick seed drove into her stomach. It struck the far inner lining and gushed in every direction. As ladylike and posh as Sticky liked to be on the outside, her insides were now well on their way to becoming a white-soaked swamp of ejaculate.

The residue hadn’t even settled before Charlotte bucked her hips again and a second shot followed it up. While at first the horny pony wore Sticky’s insides like a glove, a few more gushes and Charlotte’s new toy had become a lot more elasticized. Sticky delighted in the orgasmic sensation of her tight stomach responding to Charlotte’s need to dump her cum like an eager-to-please cutie on prom night. She rode it out, completely blissed.

She wasn’t even half done cumming, as if she’d been backed up this whole time. Charlotte gave Sticky the biggest shot yet, and Fingers caught every detail, down to the individual blades of grass getting crushed by that expanding pony-tummy. The camera sublimely sampled every last creak, groan and slosh and broadcast it all across Equestria.

“Whew~”

Charlotte eventually eased herself out of Sticky, standing back and admiring her handiwork. The second she was out, a gusher of semen rapidly followed, arcing delightfully through the air.

In front of Charlotte, Manehattan’s #1 reporter was still blasting cum out of her butt, drooling on herself like an animal. Blushing, Charlotte stepped towards the camera, laying both hands over her still-shooting member like that would even begin to cover it up. The gravity of the situation, and the fact she’d just fucked the viewer’s main point of contact into a stupor, looked like it was just sinking in on her.

The silly Alchemist raised both her hands in a mock shrug. “Eheh. And, uhh... now, the Weather!”