Midnight Dreams

Midnight lay back on the bed, the mattress squeaking beneath her weight. Her big, voluptuous body covered most of it, and she groaned softly as her finger slipped between her thick thighs. She was wet: hot and hungry for a filling. She smiled over the tips of her enormous M-cup breasts, the two firm, perky mounds quivering slightly as she presented her pussy to her lover.

Icicle stepped forward, a cocky grin on his face. "Hey, babe," he said, winking. "Ready to get stuffed?"

Midnight shivered happily. Oh, yes. She'd been needing this for a long time. "Yes, please," she said. Her pussy ached with a deep, burning desire. She felt empty with every second that he wasn't balls-deep in her cunt. "Fuck your big mare."

His grin widened. "I'll do more than that, Middy." He gave his nutsack a slap, the heavy balls bouncing against his thighs. Midnight couldn't help but salivate at the sight. His cock was a prize in itself - a solid eighteen inches of turgid stallion meat - but it was his balls that were the real attraction. Each one was larger than a medicine ball, hanging low between his legs and pushing his knees apart. As he made his way toward the bed, they swayed gently, knocking against his thighs and squishing against the muscle there. She could imagine the gallons of seed sloshing, churning inside, and felt her nerves tingle in anticipation.

And yet... A smile touched her face as she reached out and touched the fabric of the dream. She had some power here, and as much as she adored her lover, she knew she always had a hankering for more. As Icicle continued, stroking his shaft as it pressed against his toned abdomen, his package began to grow even further. His titanic balls continued to swell, stretching down past his knees and groaning with their immense load. His member continued to inch upward, stopping just below the cleavage of his well-shaped pecs.

Midnight murred softly and spread her legs further apart, her voluptuous thighs tensing in anticipation. She felt her pussy wink, and whimpered softly as she felt Icicle's medial ring grind against her thick labia lips. "Don't be selfish," she murmured. Pre streamed down the sides of Icicle's shaft in rivers, strong currents of milky-white arousal that just screamed an eagerness to fuck. "Share that damned piece of meat, or I shall do it for you."

Icicle chuckled. "Well, then," he said, winking. "If my princess demands it..." He gave his enormous member one long, sensual stroke. He shuddered in obvious please, his tongue lolling out of his mouth Then, taking his time, he lined up his massive flare with Midnight's wide-open pussy, the gentle curve of his pre-slick head prodding against her burning flower.

As he pushed forward, Midnight's muzzle fell open, a groan of pain and pleasure mixing with her aroused pants. He was so big - even for her, one of the tallest mares in Equestria, he felt enormous. She grunted, her eyes squeezing shut as each inch of her lover's mammoth endowment forced its way inside of her. It may have left her sore and stretched, but it felt so good. This was the stuffing she'd needed.

Icicle pumped his hips forward, a mighty masculine grunt rumbling in his throat. The bed frame actually shook from the force of his balls, those hefty sacks smacking against the mattress with great, weighty force with each thrust he made. Midnight cried out, her body flexing in pleasure as she welcomes each new inch of girth, letting Icicle's pillar of masculinity impale her on her aching cunt.

"I've been pent up all day," Icicle grunted. Midnight moaned as her stallion stuffed her full again, his magnificent endowment shoving its way into her pussy. His balls - oh, she could even feel them slapping up against the bed, their weight heavy enough to hold a full in either sac by now. "I've been waiting to dump all this cum inside you, you big, beautiful mare."

"Good," Midnight grunted. She squirmed, moaning as her huge body shook the mattress. She squeezed her breasts together, her huge, firm tits squishing between her fingers as oodles of titflesh oozed out between them. She mashed her cleavage together as she rode her lover's cock, feeling him take and fill up every inch of space that she had to give - and then some. She could feel her belly swelling out from the gallons of pre that he was pouring into her, her cunt sloshing and bloating with all of the hot, liquid arousal that Icicle was dumping into her. He was so incredibly, impossibly productive, holding a libido and load that would put a room full of other stallions to shame - combined. She tweaked her sizeable nipples and moaned, shudders of pleasure tingling down her spine.

A flash of her horn, a tug on the dream, and Icicle's massive nuts began to grow even further. She felt them with her magic: growing, swelling, groaning as dozens and dozens of gallons of seed were compressed into an incredibly full, over-pressured volume. Icicle's pants and grunts became lower, bestial, his voice mixing with her feminine moans as he took her, rutting her like an animal. She could see his frame inching upward, his chest and arms filling out with muscle as the dream shaped him further. She could feel him growing inside of her, his cock shoving her insides away and stretching her cunt. With a loud thwump, his beanbag pillow-sized nuts finally touched onto the ground, his legs spread wide enough that he was obviously struggling to straddle them. And still, Icicle's thrusts went on.

Finally, he bottomed out inside of her, all two-plus feet of his cock spearing her around his length. Midnight gasped, her eyes flying wide open as Icicle grunted loudly. She could feel his cock pulse, throb, flex inside of her - and then he came, an oncoming, rushing tide of jizz that flowed into her belly with the force of a tidal wave. She moaned, stroking her belly as more and more of Icicle's jizz flooded into her. Her stomach bloated out to the side of a potbelly, then continued, the rush of cum quickly outpacing even the gallon or two of precum that he'd dumped into her. Midnight soon found herself panting, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she felt her belly growing huge, pushing up her breasts away from her chest as it rounded out further. She could feel it spread out over her lap, a massive, squishy pillow that jiggled and sloshed and churned with each throb of Icicle's cock inside of her.

She'd needed this more than anything - wanted it with every fiber of her being. Midnight cried out as her orgasm hit her, the bed shaking beneath her own tensing form and Icicle's wild thrusts. Her belly continued to grow as her femcum leaked out around Icicle's fat shaft, her gigantic gut spreading across her legs, sinking between her thighs, and pushing her breasts further upward as she felt herself growing huge and round with his jizz. Her stud had filled her up impossibly, incredibly well, and it was her pleasure as his mare to take every drop of cream that he had to offer.

Finally, Icicle finished, Midnight slumped back on the bed, letting her head sink into her pillows. Her belly rose high above her, a taut, rounded pillow four times the size of even her massive breasts. It had to be a good three feet in diameter, and resembled nothing more than a giant, wobbling blue balloon. She poked it, and groaned when she felt its contents slosh and churn inside of her.

Peering down at her over her belly, her stud of a lover winked down at her, chuckling. He patted one of his testicles, a meaty smack that made the sloshing liquid still inside audible. "Welp," Icicle said, his cock twitching inside of her. "I've still got what feels like a dozen more loads in these. Think we can go for a second round?"

Midnight didn't even hesitate to reply.