A Normal Date in Futaquestria

Chapters

Chapter One and Only
Chapter Two: Everything in Maud-eration
Chapter Three: Fleur-tation and Relaxation
Chapter 4: Vinyl Destination
Chapter 5: Derpy Shades of Gray

Chapter One and Only

"Whoo," says Applejack, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from her glistening abdominals, "We put in a good day of work, you and me. How's about you join me in the shower and we can jack each other off?"

You sigh. That's Applejack for you. Apparently being the Element of Honesty means having absolutely no guile when it comes to sexual advances. Not that you exactly mind the straightforwardness, but it's heartbreaking to turn down such nakedly honest propositions (from an honestly naked pony) day after day. At least when someone's being subtle, you can both pretend they weren't trying to fuck you.

"No, sorry," you say, taking a step towards the barn door. "I'll just shower at home."

"All right," says Applejack. At least she's not angry, or offended. There's a trace of disappointment on her face, but you know she won't hold it against you. "See you tomorrow!"

She waves you off, and you set off towards home, walking between freshly bucked apple trees. To be honest, you could use a handjob; even though you've serially rejected her, there's no denying that Applejack is a sight to behold. At six-four, she's a fair bit taller than you, and a lifetime of hard work has given her muscle definition that shows through her velvety pony fur. You're into all that, it's just... her dick is kind of intimidating.

Not only is it huge, it's always hard, at least when you're around - it stiffens instantly when it catches sight of you and it stays that way for hours and hours as long as you're around, fitfully drooling and spurting precum all the while. Occasionally she'll excuse herself to jack off - usually just walking ten feet away and putting a tree between her and yourself - and it never goes down.

Not that she's alone in that regard; the same can be said for almost every mare you've met ever since you landed in Futaquestria (God, even the name is an inescapable reminder). Regular stallions don't have to deal with this - just you, the world's only human, are universal sexual catnip for every mare in this world. You almost feel bad; apparently you're the sexiest person alive and you refuse to fuck anyone.

As you step off Applejack's farm and take the short stretch of road back to Ponyville proper, the eyes of mares begin to follow you and dicks harden in your wake. That's another thing - the population is ninety percent women at least, which makes the attentions of mares impossible to avoid. You exchange friendly greetings with the mares you pass, but their version of a friendly greeting usually involves bedroom eyes, one hand on their cock, and a sensual purr.

Carousel Boutique approaches on your right, and it's no surprise that Rarity bursts through the door and waves to you. She's well-acquainted with your schedule, and right around your "quittin' time," she begins watching the windows, eager to exchange a few words. And fluids.

"My, my," she says, circling you appreciatively. Her long, slender cock is already hard, but not yet dripping precum - she's generally a bit less "messy" than most mares. Probably because her balls, at roughly the size of plums, are what Futaquestrian women would probably consider "dainty."

She puts her nose up against your chest, and her cock smacks into your sweat-drenched shirt. She takes a long, lusty breath, and sighs with satisfaction. "What is that delectable scent you're wearing, darling?" she asks. "I'm simply mad for it!"

"That's just my sweat," you say, "I'm not 'wearing' anything."

She grins slyly. "Would that that were true," she says. Well, you set her up for that one. "It is a shame that you insist on wearing clothes all the time, dear. I feel like a traitor to mares everywhere, covering up that body of yours."

Upon your arrival in Ponyville, Rarity had indeed created a versatile wardrobe for you, but it took a week of convincing to get her to make anything remotely modest. She'd innocently presented you with racks of revealing, even slutty outfits before your immovable refusals forced her to make you some simple shirts and pants.

"Well, I feel good in these clothes, Rarity," you say, "So no matter what anyone else thinks, I'm happy with them."

"You do look good, even fully dressed..." she says. Ah, there's that first bead of pearly precum. "I'd be happy to take those sweaty clothes off your hands, by the way. I'll clean them and have them back to you tomorrow." She hooks a finger under the hem of your shirt and tugs lightly.

"No, thanks," you say, "I'll just wear them home." You did take Rarity up on her offer to do your laundry a couple times, before you got used to washing them manually, but you stopped after the time you visited her to pick them up and found her having some "private time" while sniffing your unmentionables. You took the whole sticky pile of laundry back to your place, washed them by hand until they no longer smelled like mare seed, and never trusted her for that particular task again.

The incident had taught you to be careful around the women of this world. They'd never tried to force themselves on you - consent was one of their society's basic virtues, you'd learned - but their sex drives were hard to contain, and their extreme sexual openness meant that they didn't seek consent for things like cumming on your stuff or casual contact with their dicks. Both of those things were largely unavoidable, really, given how much precum they tended to leak and how much space their dicks took up.

You pull away from Rarity and wave a nervous goodbye. The rest of the walk home is uneventful - at least by your new standards, in which long looks and hard cocks from passing dickmares count as non-events.

You step inside and lock your door. Most doors in Ponyville don't lock; the dangers the town faces, while neither minor nor rare, are generally of the sort that a locked door wouldn't stop. You insisted on a locked door, and when you got pushback, you played your trump card. "It's part of my culture," you said, which was more or less true.

You strip and shower, and while the hot water cascades down your body, you... deal with yourself. You feel a little betrayed by your own libido when the constant attention of this world's women turns you on, but you can't blame yourself, really. Futaquestrian mares look like women, talk like women... and they look good. Like, model good. The ones that aren't slim are deliciously curvy, and the ones who aren't either of those things are jaw-droppingly fit. Like Applejack.

And they're constantly hitting on you, so you need to jerk off a lot. And you suspect that Futaquestrian food has some kind of aphrodisiac property, because your sex drive went way up after a little while living here. Twilight has been keeping track of how your new environment affects your biology, and while there's definitely been some interesting effects, you've been hesitant to share any sexual data with her. You get the feeling that she'd develop an insatiable desire to put you to the test.

You're toweling off when you hear a knock at the front door. You sigh. The girls are fun to hang out with, honestly, but you feel like you never have a moment's peace. The constantly on-the-table offer of sex casts a musky pall over any and all hangout sessions.

So you're pleasantly surprised when you open the door to see Bon Bon. Bon Bon is an honest-to-goodness lesbian in a world where bisexuality is overwhelmingly the norm. A woman who doesn't want to fuck you is a rare and precious jewel in Futaquestria.

"Bon Bon!" you say, "Come on in!"

She obliges. As she enters, you notice the box in her hands - she frequently brings by homemade candy, but this box is extra big and extra fancy. This is more than just leftovers from the day's sales; this is a gift.

Bon Bon sits her bare, cream-colored ass on your sofa. She's every bit as naked as everyone else in this world, but her dick lies flaccidly over her left thigh. It's always a relief to see. She hands you the box, and you accept it with thanks. Bon Bon's shit is the real deal.

"So what brings you here?" you ask, taking a seat next to her.

"It's good news," she said. "Lyra finally proposed."

You break out in a smile. "That's great!" you say. "Took her long enough, huh?"

"It certainly did. And... we talked about it, and we'd like you to be our third."

Your eyes go wide. You know enough about Futaquestrian relationships to know that you should be honored. And you are - being the "third" in a relationship is a formal acknowledgment of closeness with the couple, sometimes including cohabitation and a sexual bond. But...

"How's that going to work, exactly?" you ask. Bon Bon sighs.

Your first day in Ponyville was a somewhat stressful one. Not as stressful as your first day in Futaquestria - when affectionate, well-intentioned, big-dicked women nearly gave you a heart attack with their mere presence - but it was still a trying time. You were settling down and meeting the locals in a place where you'd be living for the forseeable future, and you still weren't sure how safe you felt.

Twilight cast a long shadow in the afternoon sun. At eight and a half feet tall, she wasn't the biggest of the princesses, but she was an imposing presence. Her dick alone would have been intimidating - it was as thick as your thigh, nearly three feet long erect, and - at least when you were around - it burbled with a fitful stream of precum, leaving a thick, milky trail behind her. Her balls were bigger than your head, but even that didn't explain where all that cum was coming from.

You tried not to pay her genitals much attention as she led you around (she'd offered to let you ride on her cock - an offer that was earnest, and certainly achievable - but you turned her down). She was showing you the sights, giving you all the information you'd need to live independently in Ponyville - while reminding you that you were welcome to stay and sleep at her castle at any time. Just climb into bed with her, whenever you feel like it, she'd said.

Near the farmer's market, she spotted someone she recognized as a friend. "Oh! Lyra!" she'd said, waving to the pale green mare. She turned and looked down at you. "Lyra's just going to love you," she said. "She's actually got a well-known academic interest in humans..."

Lyra set down the tomato she was appraising and looked at Twilight. Then she looked at you. Almost robotically, she walked over to you and grabbed your hand, running her fingers over yours. She looked up from your hand, straight into your eyes.

And then she fell to her knees, a long, deep moan climbing up from her throat and growing in intensity. Her cock, thick and hard, began to twitch, and it spurted a long rope of cum, coating your lower legs and staining your shoes.

And then she came again, moaning, weakly stroking your hand with her fingers. You jerked your hand free and stepped out of the way of her ejaculations, but they didn't stop. A puddle was forming where you had stood, a growing pool of Lyra's sudden, powerful arousal. Her musk, powerful and masculine, hit your square in the nose.

No longer holding your hand, Lyra fell backwards, her cock pointing straight up in the air, and began to shoot a geyser of marecum into the sky, easily ten feet up before it came to rest on her body. She murmured in between bursts, and exploded in passionate cries when orgasm rocked her, over and over. She was thoroughly glazing herself, her baseball-sized testicles somehow providing enough cum to completely coat her body.

Twilight assured you that she'd tire herself out, but it just didn't seem to be happening. Minutes passed with no sign of slowing, and Twilight eventually decided to usher you out of sight. With you gone, Lyra soon recovered - although she was woozy and thirsty for a while - and your tour continued.

And it kept happening. Ever since then, every time Lyra saw you, she'd collapsed into an uncontrollable, neverending orgasm. The two of you just couldn't be around each other. Not that she didn't try - for a while, she approached you on a daily basis, occasionally managing to get two or three words into a sentence before she erupted in an intense, endless orgasm and you were forced to leave. You started feeling bad for her, especially because - according to Twilight and Bon Bon - she really wanted to get to know you.

You started exchanging letters with Lyra, and came to a surprising realization: she was exactly the kind of girl you would normally be attracted to. Very little of her personality had shown through in your interactions with her, but she was exactly your type - funny, artsy, a little dorky. In writing, you and her hit it off marvelously. It was just a shame that the sight of you reduced her to a writhing, incoherent fountain of cum.

You snap out of your flashback, still unaccustomed to the feeling of it. You've been having actual flashbacks - slightly hazy, mostly accurate visions of past events - ever since coming here. Twilight, your go-to resource for cross-world information, assured you that was normal. It was so normal that it took her a while to understand what you were asking her; you'd had to explain that memory didn't work that way in your world.

As usual, almost no time had passed in the present. Bon Bon finishes sighing, and speaks. "We might have a solution. We told Twilight about our engagement, and we made a special request. She's come up with a spell that she thinks will dull Lyra's sexual response to you. Pretty big request to make of a Princess, but she and Lyra are old friends."

"Cool," you say. "So when do I meet up with Lyra?"

"Anytime that works for you, really," said Bon Bon. "How's tonight? You can have a dinner date. Something casual like Hayburger. If seven-thirty works for you, I'll pass the message along to Lyra, and you can tell Twilight to come on over and cast the spell."

"Heh," you chuckle. "Sounds good. I've always wanted a chance to, you know... really meet Lyra. And, uh... you're okay with having me as the third in your relationship?" you ask, leaning forward. "I know you're not, like... attracted to me."

"But we are friends," said Bon Bon. "I can honestly say I'd be happy if you moved in with us. And Lyra would be... more than happy. She's told me how much she'd love to see me fucking you in the ass, and lesbian or no, that's a small price to pay for the mare I love." Bon Bon notices that you're avoiding her gaze. "Oh!" she says. "I'm sorry. We so rarely talk about sex, I forget you're... a little uncomfortable around the subject. I hope that's something we can work on." she gives you a supportive smile.

"I hope so too," you say, and you're surprised to realize that you mean it. You kind of do want this arrangement to work out. It's the best you've felt about any pony's propositions since coming to Futaquestria.

Psyching yourself up to see Twilight always takes a moment. In truth, she's one of your best friends here - you've relied on her for most of your adjustment to this new world, and she's always eager to talk with you about the world you're from. And as with Lyra, you feel like you've got compatible personalities. She's a huge dork - both in that she's extremely dorky and eight and a half feet tall - and you have a good time hanging out with her, when you can make yourself forget about her dick.

Which you pretty much never can. It's not constantly cumming while you're around, the way Lyra's is, but it's certainly always aroused. And while most ponies' interest in you seems to be mostly physical, she actually seems to like you. It's pretty obvious she wants to be more than friends, more than even fuck buddies, and on top of that she feels largely responsible for your discomfort around sex. And to be fair, she did bear some responsibility for that. She hadn't made the best first impression on you. Her behavior towards you has always been half friendship, half attraction, and half apology.

You knock on the castle's front door, and you hear the sound of Twilight's teleportation on the other side. She usually lets Spike get the door, but when she's expecting a friend - you, in this case - she sometimes warps space to get to the door quicker.

The door swings inward, and you crane your neck up to meet Twilight's eyes, looking past the bountiful ridge of her bustline. Her curves were gigantic, even on her amazonian frame; her gravity-defying tits, with their thick purple nipples, were considerably bigger than her head. Her hips swept outward at an obscene angle, forming the curve of a massive, perfectly rounded ass that she'd caught you staring at on more than one occasion. Cock aside, there was no denying that Twilight had the body of a living goddess, and you had a hard time hiding your fascination with it.

You'd seen photographs of Twilight in earlier years; apparently she'd "ascended" a few months before your arrival, and before that she'd been a normally proportioned mare of 5'5". She'd still been a little curvier than your average bookish nerd in those days, but some of that curviness had shown through as a cute little pudge. These days her tummy was flat and toned; she'd actually bought up Sugercube Corner's stock for a week as an experiment, just to see if it were possible for her to gain weight, but her body had stayed relentlessly perfect. You'd sat in on a few of her bingeing sessions, watching goggle-eyed as she put away trays of cupcakes. That had been a weird week.

Twilight leans down and hugs you, trapping you between her thick arms and the deep well of her cleavage. The feminine smell of her body is usually cut with the musk of her enormous male genitals, but between her breasts her smell is all woman. You feel your cock start to rise, surging to life from the overwhelming feel, smell, and warmth of the flesh surrounding you.

Twilight's cock is also reacting. It had been soft when she answered the door, hanging down past her knees, but you feel it begin to rise and press against you. Twilight pulls you tighter, moaning softly. Clearly she sees nothing wrong with the situation, but you wriggle and pull away, and she reluctantly releases you.

"So," you say, brushing your clothes back into place, "Bon Bon tells me you've got a spell to help out Lyra and me."

"Yes!" she says. She's instantly lit up with enthusiasm. "Come in!"

You follow her to one of the many rooms in the castle that's lined with bookshelves. The castle has a dedicated "library" elsewhere, and this one handles some of the overflow. It mostly contains lighter fare - the Daring Do series is stacked behind you - and Twilight uses it to entertain small groups.

"The spell I'm using is a variation on the 'Want It, Need It' enchantment," she says. It's probably unnecessary for you to know all this, but Twilight loves explaining her work, and you like learning about it. "That spell works by essentially making the subject only capable of thinking about their desire for the enchanted object. I was able to selectively invert several parts of the spell, so the new version should make Lyra, our subject, incapable of thinking about sex. Now, this will be my first test of the spell, so I want you to take note of any undesirable effects - assuming it accomplishes the desired goal at all."

Your brow knots with concern. "You're not sure if it'll work? It's not going to hurt her, is it?"

Twilight waves her hand in a placating gesture. "No, no," she says. "It's actually very difficult to accidentally harm someone with magic. Ponies' bodies are strongly attuned to magic, and if a spell isn't designed to cause harm, the body sort of... adapts to it, as part of their biology's overall flexibility. The same is increasingly true of your body, as you spend more time in Futaquestria and live off local food." She smiled. "That also goes for your physical flexibility. After you spend a little more time here, you could probably take my cock even without that ring I gave you!"

Her hand goes to her mouth. She probably hadn't meant to bring up sex around you; sex was just such a common topic in Futaquestria that it was genuinely hard for people to avoid it. "Sorry," she says.

You run your hand over your pocket and feel the plain-looking steel ring that Twilight gave you on your third day in this world.

As she dropped the ring in your hand, Twilight had explained that your body wasn't "stretchy" in the same way that ponies' bodies were, and that the ring would make you more resistant to harm. You slipped the ring on without hesitation; your independent streak, shocked into paralysis by the experience of teleporting into another world, had yet to reawaken. Plus, resistance to harm sounded fine. But you quickly discovered that the ring had a secondary effect.

Your ass began to tingle, and you clapped your hands over your cheeks just in time to feel it swelling. The flesh beneath your jeans ballooned out with an audible stretching sound, and even as its growth burst through seams, tearing your pants and underwear to shreds, there was no discomfort. It felt good, actually, even though confusion and humiliation dominated your mind. Twilight was entranced by the growth of your ass, her precum production now in overdrive and spilling an almost uninterrupted flow onto the marble floors.

By the time it stopped, you'd grown a bubble butt of inhuman size, wide enough that you'd have to squeeze through standard door frames. Even on a curvaceous woman it would have looked excessive, and on your otherwise masculine frame it was entirely out of place. The rest of your proportions were largely unchanged, but your upper thighs had expanded slightly to support your bigger bottom.

You turned to Twilight with a slackened jaw. She was still gazing in wonder at her magical handiwork, and mistook your expression for shared wonderment. "You look great!" she said, "That big bouncy ass should be able to stretch around any cock in Futaquestria... even mine." She rubbed her hands over her drooling cock invitingly. "Plus it's self-lubricating! Want to... try it out?"

You'd reacted with horrified betrayal, pulling the ring off and hurling it to the ground. As your ass slowly shrank back to normal size and you backed away from Twilight, the princess desperately, stutteringly tried to figure out what was wrong. From her perspective, altering your body to permit you to get your ass fucked was a straightforward act of kindness. Letting you live in a world where your ass was too small and not stretchy enough to be fucked by marecocks would have been an unforgivable failure in her duty as a princess.

From your perspective, a purple sex giantess just turned your ass into a fuck toy without your consent. This cultural misunderstanding had tainted your interactions with this world's women ever since - you couldn't help but be reminded of the betrayal you'd felt. You'd slowly come to understand that mutual pleasure, freely shared, was a big part of Futaquestrian culture, but a part of you still felt like these women just wanted to use you. It probably would have taken you a while to seriously consider the prospect of letting a woman fuck you in the ass anyway, but this moment had sowed seeds of distrust that would take a while to uproot. And Twilight, quite rightly, blamed herself.

You snap out of another flashback and wave off her careless sexual advance. You might not be comfortable with them, but you can take them in stride these days.

"Anyway," says Twilight, "I'll just pop over to Lyra's place and cast the spell on her, and you can meet her at the restaurant. Sound good?"

You agree that it sounds good, and she teleports away. You see yourself out.

Hayburger is a decidedly low-pressure choice for a first date, which suits you fine. The eponymous hayburgers are godawful, at least to your alien palate, but there's decent stuff on the menu. You know Lyra likes it, too - you've occasionally had to turn away from the restaurant because she was already eating there. On a couple occasions, she saw you before you saw her, and her explosive orgasms had made a mess of the place.

As you walk through the doors, an unfamiliar voice calls your name. You turn to look, and realize that you actually do recognize the voice - it's Lyra! What was unfamiliar was the way she was completing entire words without breaking into orgasmic moans. She's sitting behind a big circular table in the corner of the restaurant. It looks like the table is designed to accommodate six people or more, and by the nervous smile on her face, you guess that she chose it so that she could tuck herself into the corner of the room and put some distance between you and her. You wouldn't blame her for being nervous about having her first in-person conversation with the guy she'd been helplessly cumming in front of.

"Hey, Lyra!" you say, and take a seat on the opposite side of the table. You're grateful that the table hides her cock; the spell seemed to be working, so it presumably wasn't rock-hard under there, but most of your experience dating women hadn't involved staring at their foot-long dicks, so you were on more comfortable footing when it was out of sight. It apparently hadn't occurred to her to wear a shirt for your date, though, so her tits were on full display. Not that that was unusual, though - clothes were rarely seen in Futaquestria.

Nonetheless, your eyes are drawn to Lyra's chest. Her breasts were big, fatty handfuls, oversized even in comparison to her fellow Futaquestrian mares. This was partly due to Lyra's layer of chub, which ringed around her midsection in a cute paunch. It also gave a pleasant roundness to her face, which was grinning eagerly - but still nervously - as you looked each other over.

"It looks like the spell is working," you say.

"Yeah!" says Lyra. "It's so great to be able to be around you, without... uh..."

"Right," you say. You consider completing her sentence for her. Without coming all over the place. But there's no reason to make this more awkward than it needs to be. "You want me to grab our food?"

"Yeah!" she says, "Can you get me a couple of triple hayburgers and an extra-large drink? And some onion rings!" You nod and head for the counter to place your order. Lyra's appetite doesn't come as a total surprise; most ponies eat a lot more than you'd expect for their size. You'd explained that "hungry as a horse" was a common expression back on your world, but no one here seemed to find the humor in it. Once you return with the food, Lyra digs in immediately, devouring her portion with a gusto you can't help but marvel at. It's cute, and it's also nice to finally get to know Lyra's actual personality.

"And because I never said I polymorphed back to normal, the whole town was freaking out when I got back!"

"Well that's silly," you say, "Like your character was a giant serpent for the entire walk back to town and no one in your party noticed?"

"Yeah," says Lyra, "But that's just the kind of GM Twilight is. I think she learned GM'ing from some really oldschool guy. She's trying to be hardcore, I guess." She pops another onion ring into her mouth. Her appetite has been going strong for a while; you've been chatting for nearly an hour, and you've gotten up to get her more food on three occasions. Even for a chubby girl, she can really put it away. She might be a bit of a nervous eater, but she hasn't seemed too nervous. The conversation has been casual and comfortable, exactly as you'd hoped. You're starting to think there's really a future for the two of you.

And not only is she not cumming uncontrollably, she hasn't brought up sex once. In fact, you're the one who's having to hold themselves back a bit. Lyra's musk has grown thick, bathing you in the smell of her cock and balls, and although you'd have a hard time admitting it out loud, the smell is a pretty big turn-on. You've breathed in the musk of more than a few marecocks - Twilight's in particular, since hers is so close to nose-level - and it usually leaves you with a boner you have to take care of later.

"There's such a thing as 'tough but fair,'" you say, "And that isn't it. Hey, now that the two of us can be in the same place, maybe I could join your Oubliettes & Ogres group? I can help rein in Twilight's awful GM'ing."

"That'd be great!" says Lyra. "I'm sure Twilight would love having you there."

"Oh, I know she would," you say. Twilight rarely turns down an opportunity to spend time with you, and she's told you she'd love to have you at her O&O sessions - but before now, Lyra's presence made that impossible. "But now we can both sit at the same table without you jizzing all over Twilight's meticulously painted miniatures."

"Huh?" says Lyra, cocking her head to the side. 'What was that?"

"Does she not use miniatures?" you ask. "I just assumed."

"No, not that. What did you say just before that?"

"Oh," you say. You suddenly feel a little guilty about mentioning Lyra's uncontrollable orgasms. It's hardly a secret, but it hadn't occurred to you that she might be embarrassed by it. You lower your voice to a whisper. "I was just... talking about how you normally jizz all over the place when I'm around."

Lyra cocks her head in the other direction. "What?" she says. "Sorry, I'm not understanding you."

You consider your words, trying to come up with a way to make yourself clearer. "You... normally ejaculate uncontrollably when you see me."

She gives you an uncomprehending look. A suspicion starts to bubble up in your mind, and you ask her, "Lyra, why is that we couldn't normally be around each other?"

"Oh," she says, "Well... when I saw you, uh... something would... I would, uh... Hmm." She scratches her head, clearly confused.

"You don't remember?" you ask. "Your dick would get hard, and-"

"My what?"

"Your dick," you say. She looks confused.

"Lyra," you say, "Repeat after me. Penis."

"Uh..." Lyra shrugs. "I didn't catch that, dude. Is that a human word?"

"It doesn't matter where it's from!" you say, getting a little frustrated. "Can you just repeat the two syllables? Pe. Nis."

Lyra is a little cowed by your mild outburst, and her face scrunches apologetically. "Sorry," she says, "I don't think I'm hearing you right."

"Great," you say, "It looks like Twilight's spell actually made you incapable of thinking or talking about anything sexual. I don't think that was quite the desired effect. Hey, if you're done eating, do you wanna go talk to her? I want to make sure you're gonna be okay."

"Oh!" says Lyra. "Uh, sure. Hey, uh... it sounds like you're kind of upset about something, and I can't quite figure out what it is. Did..." she looks across the table at you, hope suspended in her eyes like a delicate crystal. "Did our date go okay?"

You wave your hands in what you hope is a reassuring manner. "Yes!" you say, "Yes, I had so much fun, I want to hang out with you more, you're really great, I'm just... concerned about some possible side effects from the spell."

"Okay," she says, visibly relieved. "Sure, let's go talk to Twilight." She tries to stand up, but her body seems to catch on the underside of the table, jolting her back down. "Oof," she says. "Hey, can you move the table away from the wall? I'm having some trouble scooting out."

You nod, and pull the table as Lyra pushes. As you move it away from her, though, you see something underneath. Something that hadn't been there before. There was a huge, fleshy mass, the same pale green as Lyra's coat, taking up almost all of the space underneath the table. And it was unmistakably attached to Lyra. Lyra's cock and balls had grown to massive proportions - her ballsack was larger than the entire rest of her body, and her cock rivaled Twilight's when soft. And Lyra's cock was still soft - for all its size, there was no trace of physical arousal.

"Lyra!" you shout, attracting the attention of everyone in the building. "Your balls!"

Lyra gives you the same uncomprehending look. "Damn it," you say, "Come on, you have to know that this isn't normal!" You reach down and pat your hand on her scrotum for emphasis. The texture of her balls is the same velvety fur as the rest of her, and the motion of your hand kicks up a heady whiff of musk, enough to make you briefly light-headed. Shit, no wonder the smell was so intense throughout the meal. Her balls have been growing the entire time!

She looks down at your hands, but she doesn't seem to even see her overgrown genitals. In desperation, you lift your hand and bring it down in a full-force smack on her scrotum. She should be crying out in pain, not to mention furious, but she doesn't even flinch.

Damn, this is serious. She can't talk about sex, she can't see or feel her own balls... this is definitely not what Twilight intended. You need to talk to her. "Hey, Lyra, get up okay?" You grab Lyra's hand and pull her upward. "I think we need to go see Twilight about that spell."

"Uh, sure," she says, and stands upright. "I still don't understand..."

"Just trust me," you say.

Lyra tries to step out of her chair, but she stumbles forward as her feet catch on her own giant ballsack. "Woah," she says, "I think I stood up too fast." Damn, this isn't going to work - she can't walk forward if she can't see her own giant balls. It would be difficult even if she could see them. You tell her to "Just trust you" again, and start dragging her backwards towards the front door. Progress is slow, with her balls dragging on the ground, but at least she's not getting in her own way anymore.

You're still attracting attention from the other restaurant-goers, but none of them are especially concerned. Some of them probably heard you mention Twilight, and they presumably figure that she'll get it under control. There's also the fact that hyper-engorged genitals aren't totally unheard of in Futaquestria. You first noticed the phenomenon for yourself while working the fields with Applejack; on one particularly busy day, you and her were working together and she didn't have the opportunity to jerk off throughout the whole ten-hour work day. Over the course of that time, her balls gradually grew from apple-sized to melon-sized. You asked Applejack to explain what was going on, and then sought out a less folksy explanation from Twilight. Twilight explained that sexual arousal, if not dealt with, could build up inside a mare and enlarge their genitals with no known limit. Until she had sexual release, they'd just keep getting bigger. It rarely reached the level you were seeing with Lyra, because enough built-up arousal tended to result in spontaneous orgasm.

But Twilight's spell had robbed Lyra of all sexual sensation, so arousal is still building up - and there's no obvious way to relieve it, if she can't feel anything. But getting her outside would be a good first step. Not an easy one, though - her ballsack is too wide for the door, and you have to squeeze through one ball at a time. As you press your hands against her balls, you can feel them growing, pushing outward, filling the air with more of her scent. They seem to be responding to your touch, even though Lyra can't consciously feel it. There's no way they were growing this fast while you were eating, but now that you're touching her, they've sped up considerably.

It's too much. You're not going to be able to drag her all the way to Twilight's castle. Her balls would be house-sized by the time you got there. You could leave her here and run to get Twilight, but... maybe it's your growing affection for Lyra or the thick, pungent Lyra musk in your nostrils, but you can't bring yourself to leave her alone. If you can just make her cum, she'll be all right...

Her cock has been growing slower than her balls, but it's still been getting longer all this time. The flare of her cockhead is as wide as your face, and that gives you an idea. You lift her limp shaft, bring it to your face, and begin to make out with it, darting your tongue in and out of her slit. You surprise yourself with your enthusiasm; the taste of her cockflesh is delicious, like licking up a concentrated mouthful of her scent.

"What are you doing?" says Lyra. She's not objecting to your tongue-job; she just still doesn't know what's going on. But her cock is reacting; a thick drop of her precum leaks onto your tongue, and you lap it up greedily. You've never tasted cum before, but Lyra's jizz drives you even further into your frenzy. You want more. You want all of it. You're face-to-face with a scrotum twice as big as your body, and you want everything inside it. You drink each drop of precum as it reaches her tip, and before long her cock starts to harden. You cling to it as it rises, still feeding your newfound addiction to the taste of Lyra's cum.

As her cock lifts into the air, you climb onto her balls to keep your face level with her cockhead. You kick your shoes and socks off and sink your toes into the soft green fur of her nutsack. As she nears a full erection, you wrap your arms around the underside of her cockhead, and rest your upper thighs on her medial ring. Her cock is supporting the full weight of your body now, and the flow of precum is increasing.

"Oh..." moans Lyra, "I... I'm starting to feel something... d-don't stop..." You lick faster, and run your fingers along the head of her cock, but you're starting to worry that you might not be able to bring her to orgasm. Her cock is massive, and your hands and tongue can only do so much...

Your hand reaches down to the ring in your pocket. Twilight said it would make your body "stretchy" enough to take her cock. Lyra's cock was even bigger, now, but it might still work...

You dig the ring out of your pocket ad and slip your pants off. You hear a hooting from ground level, and you look around to see that a small crowd of mares had gathered. Not surprising, really. You're the guy that all the women in town want to fuck, and you're getting naked and climbing a giant marecock. You reach the top of Lyra's dick, set your ass down on it, and slipped the ring onto your finger.

The excited cheers from the crowd grow in intensity as the horny mares see your ass start to expand. Before your rump even reaches its full size, you begin to slide downward, your asshole opening up effortlessly to accommodate the circumference of Lyra's cock. Your body shivers with pleasure as you feel the flesh of Lyra's shaft pressing against the walls of your ass. You would never have dreamed that having a cock in your ass would feel this good. If you'd known, you never would have turned down the women of this world. You'd have let Applejack rut you in the apple fields. You'd have let Rarity lay you down on velvet sheets and make love to your ass. You'd have taken Twilight inside you, all of her.

Or you would have tried, at least. There seemed to be limits on the flexibility of your body, even with the magic ring. Your ass is impaled on Lyra's cock, and you slide down further and further - so far that the shape of her flared head begins to show through your belly, pressing on your skin from the inside. You run your hand over the outline of her head, marveling as it distends your body more and more. Finally, you feel your ass hit her medial ring, and you feel like you won't be able to get any further.

"What's going on?" asks Lyra dreamily. "It feels so good..."

"Lyra!" you shout, "Move me up and down! Use your magic!"

Lyra's horn glows, and her magic surrounds you with a strong, formless grip. She pushes you upward, then pulls you back down, and the sensation drives the breath from your lungs. You try to cry out, but only a pained, choking sound comes from your throat. Lyra, still unable to totally feel what was happening, only moans with pleasure. She lifts you up again, then drops you, and soon her magic is moving you faster and faster, pumping you up and down, using you as a cocksleeve to get herself off. Hot jets of precum splatter against the inside of your ass, and you feel the flesh of her cock twitch with each new burst. The rapid, jerking movement of your body makes it hard to focus on anything, but you see mares on the ground masturbating, sucking each other off, cumming on each other... you and Lyra have become the centerpiece of a growing orgy.

You feel yourself approaching orgasm. Every thrust of Lyra's cock stokes the fire in your loins and presses against your prostate - not to mention every other part of you - and you cum harder than you've ever cum in your life. It's nothing compared to the orgasm of a dickmare, but it seems to go on forever, shooting rope after rope of cum onto the appreciative crowd below.

But even as your own orgasm is going on, you can think of nothing besides Lyra's orgasm. It's getting nearer now - her cock's twitches are growing stronger and coming closer together. "Lyra!" you manage to shout, "Cum in my ass, Lyra! I want you to fill me with your cum!"

This seems to spark a realization in Lyra's brain. "I..." she stammers, "I'm... I'm fucking you!" She sounds disbelieving, as if waking up from a dream. "I'm fucking your ass! I... I'm gonna cum! I'm coming!"

And she is. Her jizz hits you like a punch to the gut - only from the inside. Your belly swells, and the next burst, flowing into your sloshing stomach, doesn't hit you quite so hard. You place your hands on your belly, feeling its growth, feeling Lyra's cum flowing through her cock, rumbling past your ass and exploding into your stomach. There's no discomfort as you expand - the growth of your body feels natural, as if you were always meant to be filled with a dickmare's hot, thick cum.

You must look strange, swelling like a balloon on the tip of Lyra's cock. Your body loses its shape, becoming almost spherical, and each fitful spurt pumps you with more and more of Lyra's liquid love. Your increasingly spacious body begins to slide further down her cock, taking more and more until she's balls deep inside your huge, bloated body. Finally, her orgasm dies down, and you feel her dick begin to go limp inside of you. "I'm... coming..." Lyra repeats, and then drifts off to peaceful slumber.

You feel like you could sleep too, but your drooping eyelids snap open when you see Twilight emerge from behind a building and shout your name. It takes her a moment to recognize the cumflated blob as you, but when she does, she slows to a walk, looks up at your face, and places a hand on your swollen belly. "You look good," she says. Her cock, already hard, begins to drool with precum. "This is a good look for you."

"Twilight!" you say, trying to sound serious, "Your spell screwed up."

"I can tell," she says, patting Lyra's gigantic balls. "But it looks like your date went great."

Author's Note

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Chapter Two: Everything in Maud-eration

"Oh my gosh!" says Pinkie Pie, her eyes gleaming. "Look at that big bouncy cummy tummy!"

You chuckle. You feel a little exposed, but Pinkie's admiration is so genuine - almost innocent - that it puts a smile on your face. You look ridiculous, really - your body is still a living cum-balloon, bloated into enormousness by Lyra's oversized orgasm - but the mares of Ponyville seem to find you as sexy as always. You suppose that makes sense - subjecting yourself to this level of cumflation signals a high degree of sexual availability. A stallion wouldn't normally get this big unless he let himself get fucked by dickmare after dickmare, so your body, at the moment, is an implicit invitation for more horny mares to pump you even bigger with their cum.

And while you're beginning to come around to the advantages of living in a world of big-dicked mares, you're not quite ready to be a public cum-dump. So you're grateful that Twilight levitated you off Lyra's cock and teleported you into her library. You've been lying there, face up, while Twilight rests her body against your sloshing gut. She told you that you'd be back to normal size by tomorrow morning, and she's been keeping you company by reading to you.

And then Pinkie Pie showed up. Pinkie wasn't exactly a gossip - not in a malicious way, certainly - but if something happened in Ponyville, it rarely took her long to learn about it. Doubly so, if it was something that she might consider cause for celebration.

"Ooh, he's like a bounce house!" she says, sinking her hands into your swollen belly. Pinkie's pretty bouncy herself; she's shaking with excitement as she gropes you, and her chubby body jiggles from top to bottom. Pinkie's body may be big, but she's no exception to the everyone-is-beautiful rule of Futaquestria; her flab is perfectly proportioned, surrounding her frame with a pillowy pink cushion of soft flesh. Her tits are some of the biggest in Ponyville, sitting atop her belly and bouncing with every movement. Her cock doesn't compare to Twilight's, but on a normal-sized pony, it's uncommonly big and thick - and it's well on its way to being fully hard.

"Can I bounce on you?" she asks, fixing you with a gleeful look that's hard to say no to.

"Uh... Twilight?" you say. "Can she bounce on me?" Pinkie's a big girl, and you wouldn't want her jumping on you under normal circumstances - but if your body can absorb a tidal wave of marecum, it's clearly a lot more durable than normal. You're still wearing Twilight's ring, which is supposed to make you more resistant to harm in addition to its primary effect of making your ass huge.

"Sure," says Twilight. She sounds quietly amused by Pinkie's goofy request, and she lifts herself away from your body. "I've been using him as a pillow for a while, so it's only fair that you take a turn."

Pinkie squeals with excitement and leaps into the air above you. You cringe as her big, wide body hits your belly - but it doesn't hurt at all. Just as she no doubt expected, she sinks into your bloated gut and bounces in the air.

"Whee!" she cries, bouncing over and over. Her childlike delight is strange to see in a fully-grown woman, pony or no - especially since she's got a long, fat cock that's flicking thick splatters of precum onto your skin with every bounce. "Twilight, you've gotta get in on this!"

"That might be a bit much, Pinkie," says Twilight. She's right - Twilight has the body of a princess, which means an eight-foot frame with big, hefty bits. Pinkie keeps bouncing solo, and after having her fun, she lands on the ground and bounds over to your face.
"Are you going to be like this for long?" she asks. "My sister's coming into town and she would love this!"

Twilight laughs. "Are you sure she'd like it? She doesn't seem like the bounce house type."

"Well, she'd love to watch me having fun on his big cummy tummy..."

"I suppose," says Twilight. "But he's going to be back to normal by morning."

"Aww," whines Pinkie. She slaps your belly jovially, setting it to jiggling. "We'll just have to fill you back up tomorrow!"

You laugh nervously. "I don't know if I'll be ready for this quite so soon after the first time," you say.

"Well, just let me know when you are ready," says Pinkie. "Your sexual awakening deserves a party! All the horniest mares in ponyville, coming out to fuck you in both holes, pumping you bigger and bigger with cum until your ballooning body busts down the walls!"

"Sounds like you've put some thought into it," you say.

"Oh, I definitely have," says Pinkie, no longer sounding innocent. The head of her cock presses into the soft flesh of your belly, drooling warm precum down your cumflated curves. Just as you begin to worry that she's going to rut you here and now, she giggles merrily and bounds out the door.

Your eyes flutter open, and you attempt to stretch your arms - only to find yourself constricted by something warm and tight wrapped around your torso. It takes you a moment to realize that you were sleeping in the purple embrace of Twilight Sparkle; the giantess' arms lock you in place firmly. Last night, Twilight fell asleep while using your cum-swollen belly as a pillow, and at some point, as your body shrunk back to normal, she must have rolled over and put her arms over you.

The two of you are laying on your sides, spooning despite your disparate sizes, and you're nearly face-to-face with the head of Twilight's massive morning wood. It drips and spurts precum onto the thick rug that covers the library floor; fortunately, spells that clean up spilled cum are widely known in Futaquestria, and -by necessity - no one's better at them than Twilight.

"Mmm..." she mumbles, "thirsty again already?" Sounds like she's dreaming. "Can't let my little human go thirsty..." Dreaming about you. "Here you go... drink all you want... it's all for you..." Her dick pulses with arousal, and her big, gentle arms pull you tighter. She leans her head down to yours and draws a long, lusty breath, letting the scent of your body fuel her climax. "Get your lips around it... she says, "I want you to get every drop..."

You consider her offer. But in the real world, outside of her dream, your head is nowhere near the tip of her cock, and she's holding you too tight for you to wriggle free. You eye her cockhead, watching it twitch and spit faster and faster. Before yesterday, you wouldn't have found it so enticing. But now, the smell of her musk and her precum is making your cock hard, and you can't help but imagine yourself putting your lips around her slit and letting her fill you with a thick load of her cum. You'd seen what Twilight's loads were like; she wouldn't bloat you the way Lyra had, but you'd be walking around with an obvious cum-belly. And the thought is... pleasant. The warmth and fullness that comes with being swollen with marecum is actually a wonderful feeling.

When Twilight's orgasm hits, it shoots from her tip onto the bookshelves that surround you. Her cum is incredibly thick and potent; as her cock splatters the shelves, her ejaculate drips down the wall in slow motion, almost forming more of a pile than a puddle. You flex the muscles of your backside, wondering what it would be like to have that cum blasting into your ass; as you do so, you realize that you're still wearing Twilight's ring, and your ass is enormous. It's the big, bouncy, fuckable butt that every dickmare dreams about.

Twilight's orgasm lasts for close to a minute - being a princess means being big in every way, and her climax is no exception. She paints the bookshelves with her load, coating hundreds of books with her cum. You'd be concerned, but you know the shelves are enchanted against staining. Her orgasm is audible, each load of cum accompanied by a wet splut as it escapes her shaft.

Her arms relax as her orgasm fades, and you squeeze yourself out. You expect her to wake up, but her placid expression and soft breaths are undisturbed as you extract yourself from her embrace. Once free, you stand and locate your clothes, sitting on a low bookshelf where Twilight left them for you. You lift your pants and mentally compare them to the width of your expanded ass - there's no way these are fitting now. You put your fingers on the magic ring and prepare to slip it off, but...

A fluttering thrill rises in your chest as you consider going out with the ring still on. You wouldn't have to be naked - at Twilight's request, the black briefs that Rarity made for you are made of a fabric that can stretch to astonishing lengths. You could pull those tight little undies over your big bouncy ass, head out into Ponyville, and watch the dickmares go nuts over you. Before, the gazes of the town's mares had made you feel exposed and helpless, but now the thought of driving them wild with your body feels... powerful.

You pull on the undies, slip your shirt over your head, and tuck your folded-up pants under your arm. The library has an enchantment that muffles all sound other than speech, so it's easy to sneak out quietly. You hesitate at the front door, running a hand over the exaggerated curve of your bubble butt. You're not sure it's a good idea to go outside like this. But as long as you're going to be the center of attention anyway... why not be as sexy as possible?

You push open the castle's front entrance and step out onto into the Ponyville morning. Heads are already turning, which would be the case anytime someone was entering or exiting the castle. But because it's you coming through those doors, stares linger, and marecocks grow. And your giant, perfectly fuckable ass makes those stares last even longer. Two completely entranced mares, with their eyes glued to your bountiful backside, smack into each other as their paths collide.

Already, this feels good to you. You still feel exposed and vulnerable, but in a nice way. Like undressing in front of a beautiful woman. Except it's a whole town of beautiful women, and they all have giant horse cocks. Scary, but fun. Like Nightmare Night.

The streets aren't too busy, which makes it a good time of day to dip your toe into exhibitionism. Even so, you deliberately take a winding path back home, testing your comfort level as you pass by groups of different sizes. You try to keep your greetings friendly, without being too seductive... but you can't help but put an exaggerated wiggle in your step, setting your butt to bouncing. To their credit, most of the passing mares gawk at you from a respectful distance, no doubt remembering the timid creature you were not twenty-four hours ago. But when you stop to let a cart pass on a street corner, you soon feel two pairs of hands settle into the flesh of your ass.

You jump forward and turn. Lotus and Aloe, two ponies who are quite comfortable putting their hands on people, are standing behind you with wicked smiles. "You've developed a handsome flank since the last time we saw you," says Aloe, the pink one. "Have we mentioned to you that we offer an especially luxurious flank massage?"

"You may have," you say. You honestly don't remember if they ever specifically mentioned that, but they've definitely offered you free-of-charge spa treatments since the day you arrived, promising "personal service" and "special attention." Their cocks, exactly equal in length, jut towards you, dripping pre onto the cobblestones.

"We go deep," says Lotus, curling her hand around your body to brush her fingers across your hips. "We know how to work every part of the flank. Inside and out."

You're tempted. Lying on a massage table, incense filling the air, getting your ass filled by two mares who specialize in pleasure... But as you consider it, you think of Lyra. Lyra, who took a risk on an untested spell to get to know you better. The mare who wanted you to be a part of her marriage. On a rational level, you know that sexual exclusivity is a foreign concept in Futaquestria; it would be almost unthinkable for Lyra to feel betrayed if you got your ass plowed by someone else. But you need to hear it from Lyra before you let yourself slut it up around Ponyville.

"That sounds good," you say. There's no point denying it; your underwear is getting tight, and Aloe and Lotus are eyeing the ridge of your erection through the fabric. Your cock isn't impressively sized in this world, but it's a reliable barometer of your arousal. "But I was on my way to see Lyra."

"Well, we won't keep you," says Aloe, with a bit of disappointment. "Come by anytime." They pass you by and one of them gives you a playful pat - not quite a slap - on the ass as they walk away. You feel a small shockwave of pleasure pass through you, and you feel your own cock begin to drip with pre. You suspect that Twilight enchanted the ring to make your ass not only big, but sensitive. You press a hand into your ass, and don't feel anything special - but there's no denying that pat on the butt was electric.

You hadn't been going in any particular direction before, but now you orient yourself towards Lyra and Bon Bon's house. Lyra's likely to be at home, practicing or recording, so you have a good chance of catching her. Your path takes you by the train station , and you hear the cheerful toot of the colorful passenger train arriving.

Didn't Pinkie say her sister was coming into town? Granted, she didn't say when, or how, so her sister might not even be on this train. Or any train. But out of curiosity, you look around the side of the station and watch ponies pour out onto the platform. There's a few mares who look like they could be Pinkie's sister; you're not sure how genetics actually influences ponies' color, but you figure you're looking for someone pink or rose-shaded. Whatever the case, you're certain you'll meet her eventually.

You're partially obscured by the side of the building, so most of the passengers don't notice you as they leave the train. But a few mares, all unfamiliar faces, turn to look as they pass. They don't quite know what to make of you, by their expressions; few ponies have heard of humans, even as cryptids, but your body works its inexplicable magic on them just the same. The mares are all drop-dead gorgeous, their tits perky at any size, their wide hips swinging as they walk, but somehow you're the one who's turning heads. Cocks emerge from sheaths, in all shapes and sizes, as dickmares size up the exotic creature in their midst. You adopt an aloof expression, hoping to dissuade them without having to turn them down explicitly, and it seems to work. The dickmares disperse, going their separate ways to fantasize about you in their hotel rooms and release their tension in private.

But as the platform clears, there's one mare, an earth pony, still standing at the far end, staring directly at you. She's practically monochrome; her coat is gray, and her hair is a dim purple. She stares at you through thick, dark eyelashes and an expression that seems almost bored.

But her dick isn't bored. It's standing at attention, spitting globs of pre onto the wooden slats of the platform. It begins to twitch, even as the rest of her body stays perfectly motionless. Her pre shoots farther and farther as the twitches grow in intensity, but her expression doesn't change. Experimentally, you step out from your spot behind the side of the station and walk towards the tracks, keeping your eyes on the gray pony. Her eyes follow you as you move, so she's not just staring into space, despite her blank expression.

Her dick jumps, and a splatter of cum shoots in your direction, landing just short of your shoes. Another twitch, and she paints the platform with another thick rope of jizz. Three more spurts of decreasing intensity, and her cock settles into being as motionless as the rest of her.

You don't quite know how to react to that. She didn't smile the whole time, or in any way acknowledge that she was having an orgasm, but hopefully she had a good time. You shrug, and turn to walk away.

And you almost bump right into someone. Actually, not just someone - it's the same mare who was just cumming all over the train platform. How did she get in front of you so quickly?

"I'd like to fuck you," she says. She steps forward, still expressionless, and the cum-dribbling tip of her cock kisses the fabric of your shirt as she draws close. "My name is Maud." You stare at her, nonplussed. Her boldness is unusual, even among the horny mares of Futaquestria. "Do you live in this town?" she asks, undaunted by your silence.

"Yes," you answer.

She takes a half-step closer, and your shirt bunches up as her dick pushes into you. The cum stain on the front grows as her cock, already ready for another orgasm, pumps out a slow, steady stream of pre. "You should live with me instead," she says. "When I go back home, you should come with me so that I can fuck your ass all day long."

There's something sexy about Maud's confidence, but her proposition is skipping a lot of the normal steps in a relationship. "I can't," you say diplomatically. "A couple of mares in Ponyville have already asked me to be their third."

"I see," says Maud flatly. She pauses, and though her expression doesn't change, you take this to mean that she's thinking. "All right," she finally says, "I'll have to make you fall in love with me."

You raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I'll make you fall hopelessly in love with me," says Maud. "You'll forget all about those other mares once I seduce you, and then you'll be mine forever."

She's either completely, deadly serious, or she's deadpan joking. Or somewhere between those two extremes. You can't read her expression at all. But her body language is unambiguous, at least insofar as it consists of her shoving her hard dick into your chest, positioning her cock directly under your nose. Her musk, accentuated by the thick coating of precum, is almost subtle - you can't pick out a dominant flavor like you can with most mares - but it's powerful enough, when it's right under your nose. Your cock, which was already growing erect, shoots into full hardness.

"Well?" says Maud. Her eyebrows raise slightly. "Do you consent to be seduced until you become my devoted love slave?"

"Uh..." you mutter. "You know what? Sure. I want to see what you've got."

"Then it's agreed," says Maud. "Prepare yourself to be conquered."

"Can we go see Lyra first?" you say. "She's one of the mares I'm going to be partnered with. I wanted to talk to her before I go too far with any other woman."

"Yes," says Maud. "You can have one last moment to cherish the feelings you have for Lyra. Soon, you will love no one but me."

"Uh," you say, "Okay."

Admiring looks from local mares follow Maud as she walks hand-in-hand with you though Ponyville. She doesn't even live here, and she's managed to snag the human? Granted, hand-holding was the least of what they wanted to do with you, but it was more than most of them had managed to do.

"Well?" says Maud, tugging slightly at your hand, "Are you lovestruck?"

Holding hands is nice, actually. Your nervousness about giant pony cocks made you go without sex for the first few months of your time here, but you'd also gone without the more low-key aspects of being in a relationship. It's nice to just hold hands, just like it had been nice to simply have a conversation with Lyra.

You arrive at Lyra's door and knock with your free hand - Maud's still gripping your left hand, and she's surprisingly strong. You hear Lyra's footsteps on the opposite side of the door, and she swings it open. Your gaze, unbidden, shifts down to her cock and balls. Surprisingly, they're neither their normal size, nor are they at the absurdly swollen size they reached when she was pent up. Even though your cum-bloated belly shrunk down to normal overnight, it looks like her genitals haven't quite returned to their normal proportions. Her sheath seems thicker than normal, and her balls seem to have a few extra inches of circumference.

"Hey!" she says, her face lighting up. "Who's your fr- fr-" she stammers as her eyes make their way down your body and take in the thick, round shape of your expanded ass. "Oh Celestia," she breathes. "I... I thought I could hold it back, b-but... your ass..." Her cock slides out of her sheath, beginning to spit pre in your direction.

"It's really something, isn't it?" says Maud. "I don't really know anything about him, but I'm spending the day with him so that I can fuck his ass."

"Oh, c-cool," says Lyra, her body beginning to tremble, "I'm glad he's p-picking up some sexuAAAAHH... experience." Her knees buckle, and she slowly sinks to the floor. "Have f-f-fun..." Her cock reaches its full length - like her balls, her erect dick seems to still be bigger than its normal size - and as she kneels in front of you, her cock jumps and shoots a thick geyser of cum between you and Maud. She turns to you and, with unsteady hands, she reaches out and takes hold of your fat asscheeks, rubbing her palms on the soft flesh.

Once again she's incoherent, rendered totally helpless by her attraction to you, as her cock shoots its load over and over again. She actually managed to talk to you briefly this time, though - maybe having a date with you helped her to think of you as a person and not just a fetish object. You stand over her and watch her tremble, and moan, and cum for about thirty seconds, just in case her orgasm is going to come to an end. But it doesn't; she was able to hold it back for a while, but once her orgasm starts, it looks like it's still permanent until you leave her sight. You pull her hands off your your ass, and she barely resists, slumping to the ground as her cum continues to drench the grass outside her front door.

"So that's Lyra," says Maud, as you walk away together. "Meeting the woman I'm going to steal you from introduces a complex emotional layer onto my endeavor. But I remain undeterred."

"Really?" you ask, smirking, "You're able to put your emotions aside? You don't seem like the type."

Maud was silent for a moment - and given her flat expression, that silence could mean anything. "You're funny," she says. "All the more reason I have to have you for myself."

"If I'm being honest," you say, "I'm still down get my ass fucked, but I think I'm staying with Lyra in the long term. We're really just starting to get to know each other properly. That spontaneous orgasm thing happens every time she sees me, so it's hard to have a conversation."

"I see," says Maud. "Spontaneous orgasms are usually not so consistent, but they can be a problem for mares who are unusually excitable, like myself."

You nod. "Mmm-hm." Then, after a moment's pause: "Wait, you?"

"Yes," says Maud. "When I came all over the train platform, that was a spontaneous orgasm. As you pointed out, they make it difficult to carry on a conversation, so I've been holding them back ever since I allowed myself that first one."

"You can control them?"

"Yes," says Maud. "They've always been a problem for me, so I learned how to hold them back. It's second nature now, but you're making it more challenging than usual. See how pent up I am?"

She points to her ballsack and lifts it with one hand. You hadn't noticed before, but her nuts have swollen with pent-up cum. It's not nearly as serious as the almost-immobilizing growth that Lyra experienced yesterday, but it's signficant - her balls had been at mid-thigh before, and now they hang almost to her knees.

"Could you teach Lyra to do that?" you ask.

"Why would I do that?" she asks. "I'm going to win your love and take you away from Ponyville. You said you're the cause of her spontaneous orgasms, so once you're gone, she won't have a problem anymore."

Maud's logic is sound, if a little cold. You suppose that's what you should expect from her. "How about this?" you say, with a challenging tone. "I'll let you romance me, and if you don't manage to steal me away from Lyra, you'll teach her how to deal with her spontaneous orgasms."

"What do I have to gain by taking that deal?" asks Maud. "I'm already on a date with you."

"If you don't take the deal, the date's over."

"I see," says Maud. Once again, she falls into a silence that could mean anything. "Very well. I'll take your deal."

"Excellent," you say. "So what's your plan to seduce me? My last date was at a burger place, so you'll have to choose someplace even more romantic."

Ponyville's bowling alley isn't especially busy, this early in the day. You're a little surprised that it's even open.

You raise an eyebrow. "This is your idea of a romantic venue?"

"Stallions enjoy friendly competition," says Maud. "It will also permit you to watch my body in graceful motion. And for me to watch yours. The more I look at you, the more fluid and musk my genitals will produce, creating an environment that is ideal for seduction."

You shrug, and follow her to the front desk. Maud insists on paying, which seems appropriate. Neither of you bother with shoes; they're not compulsory, as you'd expect from a society where most people go nude at almost all times. When you take your lane, Maud picks out the heaviest ball available and hefts it with no apparent difficulty. Is she trying to show off? You're still not a hundred percent clear on what the gender roles are in Futaquestria, or what normal flirting would look like, but her strength is impressive. You test out a few balls, finding the first few to be uncomfortably light. You're stronger than you remember; looks like your work on Applejack's orchard has paid off in more than just awkward sexual advances. That reminds you, you need to swing by her farmhouse and let her fuck you silly sometime.

"Do you enjoy feeling big balls?" asked Maud, as you're kneeling by the racks, testing out a ball that seems like a good candidate. You turn to look at her, and she's standing over you, dangling her balls in your face. You catch a good faceful of her musk, and you feel your cock stiffening. Her balls seem a little bigger than the last time you noticed them; they're not bowling ball-sized, but they're getting there.

"Cute," you say, standing up.

"I was employing a double entendre," says Maud. "It sounded like I was asking about the bowling balls, but I was also talking about my testicles." You nod, giving her a look as blank as her own. "As a poet, I'm quite good at using language creatively."

"You didn't mention you were a poet," you say.

"I'm a geologist by trade," she says. "But I'm also a poet. Are sensitivity and creativity attractive qualities to you?"

"I guess so."

"Marvelous." Maud takes her ball, steps up to the line, and releases it in a smooth, graceful motion. She wasn't wrong about the advantages of the bowling alley as a dating venue; you'd never thought of it as a romantic place, but you'd never bowled in a world where ninety percent of people were naked women with perfect bodies. Her thick thighs and round ass are poetry in motion as she makes her throw, and when she turns to face you, with her fat cock tucked between her tits, and her swollen balls almost to her knees... she is pretty fucking hot. It doesn't hurt that she gets a strike on her first throw.

You look up at the screen, which displays a cheesy-looking animation of a bowling ball with arms and legs charging into similarly anthropomorphic pins. Just what is the technology level in Futaquestria, anyway? Nobody in Ponyville has a TV, as far as you know, but the bowling alley has these screens just for displaying scores and celebratory animations...

You stand and take your turn. You haven't bowled in a while, so you just try to toss it straight down the center of the lane. Your expanded ass gives you some trouble; each fat cheek sticks out on either side, making it impossible to smoothly swing your arm from back to front. You're forced to lean forward, sticking your butt in Maud's direction, in order to give your arm room to swing. It has the added benefit of giving Maud a little show.

It's a funny feeling, finally using your status as a sex god to attract women. Especially when it means getting penetrated. But it felt so good when Lyra was inside you... you're not quite ready to be a 24/7 slut, but going on dates and getting plowed at the end? That sounds all right.

And your wiles seem to be working When you turn around to look, there's a trickle of precum bubbling up from her slit and dribbling onto the linoleum. You don't plan on falling in love with Maud, but wiggling your ass for her is kind of fun.

You don't have much luck with the pins, though. Your shot goes wide, and just manages to knock down a couple pins as it rebounds off the gutter at the end of the lane. "Looks like you're not too good at bowling," says Maud, rising from her seat. "But I bet I can find something you're good at." Her tone doesn't sound seductive - it doesn't sound like much of anything - but it's clear what she means when she places your hand on your ass. Once again, her touch sends a shiver through your body. You're now certain that it's explicitly part of the ring's effect - looks like Twilight really wanted to make a slut out of you when she enchanted the ring.

"Here," says Maud, wrapping her arms around you, "Let me guide your body." Her ample chest presses into your back as she takes hold of you. You feel her heavy balls bumping the backs of your knees, and the base of her cock digging into the crack of your ass. She grinds herself into you softly, and a thick, hot drop of precum falls from the head of her cock onto your back. She wraps her hand around the back of yours, and you feel her strength guiding the motion of your arm. She lifts your arm back and holds it there, breathing hot, heavy breaths onto the back of your neck. You look to the left and right, and see mares and stallions frozen in place, watching the way Maud's body was intertwining with yours.

You wouldn't say that they look jealous, necessarily - sexual jealousy is frowned upon in Futaquestrian society - but they look like they want to be doing what you're doing. The mares in particular develop thick, dripping hard-ons, imagining themselves burrowing their shafts into your crack. A few of them seek out the next best thing to the sexy human, crossing over the lanes to put their arms around the nearest stallion. It's nice to be an inspiration.

Guided by Maud, your arm swings forward, and the ball rolls down the center of the lane, straight and true. She keeps her hold on you, grinding her massive shaft into your big round ass. The ball strikes the pins dead-center, knocking over all but one of them. The last one wobbles, spinning in a slow circle from the glancing impact it absorbed, but it remains upright.

But you're not so worried about the pins anymore. Your cock is straining against your black undies, dampening the front with precum. You're nowhere near as productive as the dickmares of Futaquestria when it comes to sexual fluids - even now, Maud's cock is dribbling a steady stream onto your back, soaking it with a wet, sticky layer. But your excitement is every bit as sincere.

Maud takes her hands off of yours and places them on your chest. Your shiver in her embrace as she moves her fingers down to your crotch. Her right hand slips underneath the waistband of your underpants, and her fingers begin to gently massage your shaft. Her other hand moves lower, stroking your balls with nimble fingertips through the fabric. "I want you right here," she says. Her voice is monotone as ever, but her fingers are deft, and gentle, and passionate as they go to work on you.

"Do it," you say, grinding your ass into Maud. "Take me."

"Your body is fascinating," she says. "You're not like any other stallion." She plants a kiss on the back of your neck. "I want to have you. I want to make my mark on you."

You feel heat building in your chest, riding up and putting a flush in your cheeks. "I want to get fucked, Maud." You slip your underpants down, and Maud moves her hand out of the way to allow them to slip to the floor.

"It wasn't my plan to fuck you this soon," says Maud, "But your body is irresistible. And you will fall in love with me when you feel my cock inside you." Your heart beats faster. You still don't plan on running away with Maud, but your feelings are pretty strong right now. You still don't feel quite suited to a world of casual sex - you've never had sex without being pretty serious about a relationship. But the way the dickmares of Ponyville look at you, it makes you want to be the town's biggest slut.

Maud backs up, giving herself enough space to maneuver the head of her cock into your asscrack. Her cock is well over a foot long, and its size would be intimidating if not for the six-footer you took yesterday. Maud's cock is going to fit, and it's going to feel good.

"I've always loved stallions with big butts," says Maud. The flared tip of her cock slowly separates your cheeks, painting your skin with her pre. "And your butt is the biggest I've seen. The smell of your skin is so different from any of the other boys I've fucked." She presses herself deeper, and you feel your butthole beginning to stretch around her. "What are you?"

"I'm a human," you say, between heavy breaths. It's already hard to speak normally, although Maud's voice is as toneless as ever.

"I've never heard of humans," says Maud. "If I may wax poetic for a moment, everything about your body is perfect and beautiful. Were you created from the dreams of horny mares?"

"M-maybe," you say.

She pushes herself deeper into the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass, and you feel her touch every inch of your inner passage. "Maybe you were created just for me," she says. "My cock seems to fit perfectly in your ass. Do you think that's true? Do you think that your beautiful body and your thick, soft ass were created solely to give me pleasure?"

All the strength is leaving your limbs as Maud pushes further into you. The magic that expands your ass is devious - Twilight must have enchanted it so that any mare, regardless of size, would fill you with almost unbearable levels of sexual sensation, a mind-melting sense of fullness that that was already driving wordless moans from your throat. And you don't doubt that Maud is feeling a perfect fit on her end - your ass, soft and yielding as it is, is gripping her cock in a tight embrace.

"Y-yes," you stammer.

"Yes what?" says Maud. Her tone is flat as ever, but she punctuates it with a thrust that makes her go hilt-deep inside you. Her hips slap into your asscheeks, and her balls swing forward and strike the back of your knees with such force that you fall forward, landing on your hands and knees atop the sanded wood of the bowling alley's approach.

"Yes," you croak, "I- I exist to give you pleasure. Maud."

She spanks your ass, repositions herself to take full advantage of your new posture, and begins to thrust, working her cock in and out of you in a slow, pistoning motion. Her balls slap rhythmically into your expanded ass as she pounds you. "Good," she says. "And you can't think of anyone else who you should pleasure, correct? Only me?"

"Only you." It's all you can think to say at the moment.

"Of course," says Maud. She pulls your asscheeks open, to permit herself to thrust deeper. You feel her cock distending your belly from the inside. You stretch painlessly, thanks to the ring's magic, but the sensation ramps up. Your eyes start to roll back, and your tongue hangs out of your mouth. "You're my toy," says Maud. "You're a special sex toy, because you're warm and you can wiggle your hips and tell me I'm beautiful. But you are just a toy, and you belong to me. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," you say. "You're beautiful. I'm yours." Your mind is nearly gone at this point. A tiny part of your brain remains online, able to repeat what Maud tells you to - but the rest is submerged in pleasure. Inside your ass, her cock pulses with each thrust, spilling more and more precum into you. She hasn't even cum yet, and you feel your stomach began to swell with her fluid.

"And if all that is true," she says, picking up the pace of her thrusts, "it would be fair to say that you love me." Her voice betrays no excitement, even as her thrusts come at an intense, fevered pace.

"I-I love you, Maud."

"You love only me."

"Only you. Only you, Maud. I'm yours."

"Wonderful," says Maud, as the first load of hot, thick cum escapes her cock. Her shaft bulges as cum rushes through it, and the additional pressure on your prostate sends you over the edge. You cum, shooting your load onto the pine floor in long, thick strands. For a long moment, you match Maud spurt for spurt, spilling your seed onto the floor as Maud pumps your belly bigger and bigger. You cum more than you ever had on Earth - something to do with inherent aphrodisiac qualities of Futaquestrian food - but Maud outlasts you easily, pumping you up with thick jets of cum as your own orgasm quiets down to a meager dribble.

You sink your hands into your stomach, feeling each spurt of mare-cum hit it from within. You're not going to become the immobile blob you were last night, but it's going to be obvious that you got fucked. Your midsection is already a wobbling mass of cumflated flesh, and when you waddle out of here, every mare is going to know that your ass is on the market now. If they didn't hear about your public escapades with Lyra, this will leave no doubt that the human is ready to get fucked.

Finally, Maud's cracked-dam burst of cum slows to a trickle, and she pushes off of your ass, filling you with one last erotic thrill as her cock slides out of you. You take your weight off of your hands and knees, and your cumflated belly supports you like a pillow. You're stuffed to the gills with Maud's hot, sticky love, and it makes for a wonderful bed.

Only...

"Maud," you say, as your head clears, "I know what I just said, but..."

"You're not really in love with me," says Maud. She sounds like she's taking it well, but she'd have the same tone if her heart was breaking. So...

"I want to make it work with Lyra," you say. "And Bon Bon. This was fun, but... I'm staying with them."

"That's fine," says Maud. "You said you loved me because I asked you to." She walked over to you and sat her ass down on your back. Your belly sank down slightly, but supported her weight. "While I was fucking you, you gave yourself to me completely. You cared for nothing but my pleasure. If you bring that attitude to every sexual encounter, you'll be a good lover to whoever you're with."

You're speechless. Maud has a point - and maybe you do have the right temperament for a sexually open society like Futaquestria, if that's what it took.

"I'll help Lyra to control her orgasms," says Maud, "But first I really should go meet my sister, Pinkie Pie. She's certainly wondering where I am."

"Wait," you say, a frown falling over your face, "You're Pinkie Pie's sister? You must have known that I knew who she was. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I admit that concealing that information was somewhat dishonest," says Maud. "I gazed upon your beauty, and I was blinded to the face of virtue." She paused. "I'm sorry, my inner poet got the better of me. What I mean to say is, your ass made me so horny that I couldn't think straight."

You roll your eyes. "Well, I can hardly blame you for that."

You listen through the door as Maud and Lyra sit, cross-legged, facing each other. "If you're ready," says Maud, "We will begin your training in orgasm control. My method is built around a form of meditation that I devised to address this specific problem."

"You invented a form of meditation, huh?" says Lyra. You can hear the grin in her voice. "Do you call it 'Maud-itation?'"

There was long, uncomfortable pause. Sweat prickled your forehead as the silence went on and on. Finally, Maud spoke.

"Of course I do."

Author's Note

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Chapter Three: Fleur-tation and Relaxation

"Your presence is disruptive," says Maud, standing between you and the door, "Once Lyra makes more progress in her meditation, we can begin to expose her to you. For now, even a whiff of your scent will make it difficult for her to focus."

You raise an eyebrow. You're not accustomed to being unwelcome anywhere in Futaquestria. The dickmares of Ponyville are all too eager to invite you into bedrooms, back rooms, basements - anywhere they have a little privacy. Before you got publicly hyper-dicked by Lyra, there were a lot of mares who believed - or at least desperately wanted to believe - that you, the irresistible human, were willing to get fucked as long as it was kept on the down-low. Rumors flew about just who was secretly getting a piece of that human ass, and what it took to make you give it up. Mares took every opportunity to get you behind closed doors.

But Maud, ever the pillar of self-control, was actually turning you away from the bedroom where she was staying. It was actually kind of hot to have a dickmare come within a mile of playing "hard to get." Even if her slate-gray cock, hard and dripping, gave away how much she liked having you around.

Maud was staying in a guest bedroom in Twilight's castle. The Princess' library had long spilled over into other parts of the building, but there were still quite a few rooms that weren't lined with bookshelves, and Twilight had been happy to let Maud stay in one of the unoccupied spaces. It was also where Lyra was coming for her meditation sessions with Maud.

"All right," you say, "I'll stay out of your way."

"Thank you," says Maud. "With my help, Lyra will be able to hold back her orgasms until her cock is actually inside of your butt. And I, as her teacher, will look on proudly. From in front of you. As you suck me off." Her cock twitched, and a glob of pre splattered on the ground.

"Yeah, I guess so," you say. Maud's confidence is still a little intimidating. "I'll see you around, Maud."

"You should go and get your ass fucked," Maud says. "Your body is a vessel of pleasure, meant to be filled and filled again by the yearning flesh of Futaquestrian womanhood."

You raise an eyebrow. "Still quite the poet, I see."

"You have been an inspiration," said Maud. "In its own way, your body is as beautiful as a rock."

"Thanks," you say, gleaning from context that her statement was meant to be a compliment.

You turn to leave, and you hear Maud's voice say "Breathtaking" as you make your way down the hallway. She's no doubt referring to the movement of your ass, which is big and bouncy thanks to Twilight's magic ring - and looking sharper than ever in the custom-fit slacks that Rarity whipped up for you.

"Oh, darling," Rarity had said at yesterday's fitting session, "Your body is such a marvelous canvas, I scarcely know where to begin!

You chuckle nervously. You still weren't used to having your appearance praised so effusively, but you're starting to let yourself enjoy it. Your cock stiffens inside your stretchy black briefs, and Rarity, whose own long, slender cock has been hard since you arrived, licks her lips at the sight of it.

You've come here to be fitted for pants that will accommodate your generously expanded backside. You don't plan to wear the magic ring all the time, but when you are wearing it, you'll need pants that fit. Rarity is standing in front of you, the measuring tape dangling from her fingers as she drinks in the sight of you.

"I worry I'm not up to the task, dear," she says, biting her lip. "I don't usually say this, but I don't know if any clothing can improve upon the sight of your body in its natural state. Your body is a visual feast, darling, and... I daresay it would be a feast for the other senses as well..." She reaches out an arm, and her cock jumps as her fingers brush your skin. Her other hand touches her own body, lightly grazing her nipples as she coos with delight.

"But you are a customer," she says, "And I will gladly... mmh... take your measurements... and deliver the garment you require." She steps forward and crouches, bringing the measuring tape to your body. Slowly, she measures you - your legs, your waist, your inseam - all the while letting her fingers stray wildly across your skin. She brushes you with her fingertips, traces gentle lines across the thin material of your briefs, and sinks her fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of your expanded asscheeks. Your ballooned bottom is agonizingly sensitive, and her touch fills your body with heat, making your cock jump.

But she seems to be getting even more out of it. Her cock is drooling long strands of precum as her hands caress your body, and she gets more and more brazen as it pumps with greater speed. Soon she abandons all pretense, grasping your asscheeks with both hands and pressing her face against your crotch. With a sharp intake of breath, she fills her lungs with your scent, and she gasps, her whole body tensing, as she climaxes. Her orgasm paints crisscrossing lines of spunk across the far wall, and her hands fall away from your ass as the tension leaves her body.

With a satisfied groan, her body slumps, still kneeling, as her cock softens. "I have all I need, darling," she says. "I'll have the slacks ready for you post-haste."

You shake off the flashback and descend the stairs to the castle's ground floor. Vivid flashbacks are an everyday part of reality in Futaquestria, and getting used to them has been a challenge in itself - especially since, now that you're sexually active, more and more of your memories consist of explicitly sexual material. Even when you're not getting fucked, you're likely to find yourself flashing back to a memory of getting your fat butt filled with marecock.

At any rate, you're back in the present now, and you've got the day to yourself. But you're at a loss for what to do - when you first came to Futaquestria, you made a point of limiting your interactions with ponies. As a result, you've never bothered to learn much about the town you live in. You'd only started working in Applejack's orchards because hiding out in your cozy cottage was beginning to become stultifying, and you'd mainly chosen that job - out of the options Twilight had suggested to you - because her farm was relatively isolated from the rest of Ponyville. Plus, while Applejack wanted to fuck you just as much as the rest of Ponyville's mares, she didn't employ innuendo - or any kind of subtlety, for that matter. She just asked if you wanted to fuck, which was refreshingly straightforward.

But now that you were more comfortable out in the open, you had a lot more choices as to what you'd do with your time. You could talk to Bon Bon and see if her sweet shop still had an open position. Working with Bon Bon had been an appealing option; you were friends with her, and as a lesbian she wouldn't spend the work day hitting on you. But you'd be working the register, and the prospect of interacting with a stream of mostly-female customers was too intimidating for you back in your early days.

You could probably handle it now, though. And spending more time around Bon Bon might not be a bad idea, since you, her, and Lyra are planning a domestic partnership. As you close the castle's front door behind you, you point your feet in the direction of Bon Bon's shop and start walking.

"I'm so sorry," says Bon Bon, "I did hire someone for the cashier job."

You've never actually seen Bon Bon at work, you now realize; this is the first time you've seen her wearing her flour-dusted apron and a little white cap over her hair. It's a cute little outfit, and it's a rare reminder of how clothes can be an appealing component of a woman's appearance.

"Aww," moans an eavesdropping customer, lifting her head from the shop's glass display case. "You were gonna hire the human to work the counter?"

"I'd come here every day if he was working here," says another.

Bon Bon sighs. "I can't replace an employee just because a... sexier applicant comes along. That's... exploitative."

"I understand," you say. "I'm sure I can find something else."

"I'm sure you can," agrees Bon Bon. "Any business in Ponyville would benefit from having you in a customer-facing job. Don't be afraid to name your price, either; you're going to be a big draw for whoever hires you."

"Heh, thanks," you say. "I might as well make my looks pay off, huh?"

"And if I'm going to be sharing my wife with a stallion," says Bon Bon, with a wry smile, "he might as well be a rich one."

Outside the sweet shop, you spin in a circle, looking over the nearby buildings. Ponyville is a deceptively large town, and your self-imposed solitude has left you unfamiliar with much of it. You know of a few restaurants, the local paper, the spa...

The spa doesn't sound bad, actually. Not for a job, necessarily, but you did receive an offer for a free massage recently, and you probably are holding a lot of tension in your body...

You're not an idiot, of course; you understand that Lotus and Aloe's offer of a "flank massage" was a thinly veiled pretense for fucking you in the ass. As you consider the offer, you're confronted by the question of just how much of a slut you're willing to be. Casual sex is the norm here, you're near-universally desired, and - there's no denying it now - you like getting fucked. You could absolutely become a full-time plaything for the horny dickmares of ponyville, and they would be nothing but delighted.

For now, though, you're going to try and seek out a middle ground - enjoy yourself and the beautiful, fat-cocked mares surrounding you, while still having a purpose in life other than sexual gratification. And the spa seems like a perfectly good place to start.

The bell over the door jingles as you enter, but the waiting room is empty. You lean on the front desk for a moment and hover your hand over the bell on the desk, waiting for Lotus or Aloe to notice your presence. But no one comes, and finally you relent, ringing the bell once. No one comes for a moment, and you begin to consider another ring... but a blue face pokes through the doors that lead further in, and Lotus' face goes wide with surprise as she recognizes you. She pushes through the door and thrusts out her chest at you, making her tits bounce.

"So, so good of you to come," she says, putting affectionate hands on your shoulders. "My sister and I are eager to work our magic on your body, but...I'm afraid you picked a bit of a bad time."

You sigh involuntarily. Maud turned you away, Bon Bon wouldn't give you a job... is this some sort of cosmic joke? As soon as you decide you want the attention of futa mares, they all start giving you the cold shoulder? "What's the trouble?" you ask.

"No trouble," says Lotus. "But we have a client here from Canterlot. A supermodel, actually, and she's..." she takes a moment to find the right word. "Particular about the sort of treatment she desires. And willing to pay handsomely to make sure she receives it. As much as I'd like to spend the day making sure you get the attention you deserve... I'm afraid she's a rather demanding customer." She looked nervously over her shoulder. "I should really get back, actually. She's paying to be pampered by two ponies, not just one..."

The door behind her burst open, and standing in the doorway, striking a pose, is...

In a world where all women are beautiful, it takes something special to be a supermodel. This mare has it; even after she drops her pose, her body is a picture of grace. She's tall and slender, with a pure white coat and a long spiraling horn. Her breasts are small and pert, and her cock is long and slim. Her balls are a striking exception to her slim figure; they hang fat and round between her legs, filling out a scrotum that hangs nearly to her knees.

"Miss Blossom," she declares, "Am I not paying you enough to command your -"

She stops as she notices you, and she casts an appraising look at your body. Her cock, already hard, jumps and drips with precum as her eyes linger on the curve of your expanded ass. "Oh my," she says. "Lotus, I apologize. I had no idea that this was a service that your spa offered. Or that you had the means to secure such a... singular companion. Just what is he?"

"He is... a human, Miss Fleur," says Lotus uncertainly.

Fleur raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "Human, you say? How have I not heard of these magnificent creatures before?"

"I'm the only one in Futaquestria," you say.

This seems to intrigue Fleur even more. "Really," she says. "Such a comely companion, and one-of-a-kind to boot? You've brilliantly anticipated my tastes, Lotus. You can expect a handsome gratuity on top of the price we discussed."

"That's wonderful," said Lotus, still a little nervous. "If you'll give me a moment to get him ready, we'll both be with you shortly."

"Certainly," says Fleur. "I'll be looking forward to it." She disappears into the back - but not before striking a pose in the doorway, lifting one leg and caressing it with an outstretched hand. As the door closes, she looks into your eyes, and a pleasurable shudder shoots through you.

"Okay," says Lotus, once Fleur is out of earshot. "New plan."

"There was an old plan?"

Lotus ignores you. "Fleur thinks that you're here as a... companion. Aloe and I can compensate you if you... go along with that notion."

"And what does being a 'companion' entail?"

Lotus shrugs. "If I had to guess... I'd say it entails whatever the client wants."

So much for the slow, measured approach to sluttiness. All of a sudden you're considering a career as a professional escort. You recall Bon Bon's advice on negotiation, thankfully without a flashback this time. "The 'handsome gratuity' she promised," you say. "Since she's only paying it because of me, I think I'm entitled to it. All of it."

Lotus' head waggles a bit as she considers haggling with you. "All right," she says, with a little sigh. "Having you around is a privilege worth paying for."

The two of you, now in agreement, follow Fleur to the spa proper. She's already reclined in a chair, receiving a nail treatment from Aloe, and when she sees you, she sits up. "So good of you to join me, gorgeous," she says, fixing her eyes on you. "Lotus, Aloe, don't force him to undress himself."

Aloe steps away from Fleur and shoots a confused look at Lotus. Lotus nods emphatically, and they begin to strip you. With a few hissed whispers and a lot of nonverbal communication, Lotus brings Aloe quickly up to speed. You raise your arms as they remove your shirt, and the three mares in the room moan appreciatively as your torso is bared. Lotus and Aloe crouch and begin to work on your pants, going much slower than is necessary. Two pairs of hands traverse the ample terrain of your sensitive asscheeks, squeezing and groping, making your quiver with sensation. Fleur's cock dribbles with precum, and her slender fingers caress her nipples as she watches the the spa ponies go to work.

Your pants come down, and you're left wearing nothing but your black, stretchy briefs. Your hard cock stands in sharp relief under the fabric, and Lotus and Aloe delight in it, nuzzling their noses against your crotch and breathing in your scent. "Isn't it wonderful?" says Fleur. "Having your body worshipped by these two mares? Letting them grow drunk with lust from your intoxicating scent? Beautiful creatures such as ourselves deserve no less."

Lotus and Aloe slowly pull down your briefs, and they whimper helplessly as their cocks shoot in unison, coating your ankles in sticky warmth. They truly do seem to be drunk on your scent - as they cum, their tongues lap at your cock, wetly caressing your shaft, and their hands paw at your legs. Once their climaxes end - again, in perfect unison - they stand and lead you to the seat next to Fleur. Aloe and Lotus position themselves at your feet and begin to lick their cum off your skin, and Fleur reaches her hand over to your crotch, rubbing her soft fingers over your balls and cock.

"What an intriguing shape," she says, looking over your cock. "And so delightfully petite. You human stallions have the cutest little cocks..." She doesn't seem to be teasing you - although your cock doesn't compare to those of Futaquestria's mares, Fleur seems delighted by the size of it. She gently squeezes your scrotum. "And cute little balls, too..."

Fleur separates her legs, making her cantaloupe-sized nuts shift inside her ballsack. "Now, my balls... they're my most striking feature, you know. Big, fat nuts on my slender figure... It's a unique sort of look. Although... not nearly so rare as your beauty." Her hand leaves your junk and moves up your chest. "Next to you I feel almost common."

"No," you say, "You're gorgeous."

"Oh, I know," says Fleur. "But you... you're beyond gorgeous. Your body cries out to be worshipped and fucked. And that ass..." She sinks her fingers into the soft flesh of your ass, sending tingles through your flesh. "Just incredible. You must be a heavenly fuck."

You laugh nervously. "I, uh... haven't had any complaints."

Lotus and Aloe lift their heads. They had licked your skin for a bit longer than was strictly necessary, but it had been pleasant enough. "Ah, I see they've finished cleaning you up," says Fleur. "Will you join me in a bath, scrumptious?" She takes your hand, lifts you from your chair, and takes you to the large wooden bathtub, leading you up the lavender staircase and into the steaming water. You inhale sharply as you submerge your body, but after a moment of acclimation, you find the temperature to be perfectly comfortable.

"Lotus, Aloe," says Fleur, "is the bath... ready?" She smiles as she places an emphasis on the last word.

"Not quite," says Aloe. "Zecora advised us to make the mixture as fresh as possible, so we wanted to wait until you were ready."

"We are quite ready," says Fleur. She puts her arm around you and scoots you closer, bringing your naked bodies into close contact. "But make it a double dose, for my companion and myself." With her other hand, she strokes two fingers along your shaft. "Hmm... maybe a triple dose."

Aloe's eyebrows shoot upwards. "Miss Fleur, that is... I assume you're willing to pay-"

"Yes, of course," Fleur interrupts. "You've provided a wonderful companion for me, and it's only right that I honor his uniqueness and beauty, whatever the cost to myself." She wraps her fingers around your cock. "Isn't that right, my prince? You deserve the best, only the very best."

"Sure," you say, getting the sense that you should play along.

"Yes, of course," says Fleur. She turns to you and begins to nibble at your ear, as her hand continues to play at your crotch. Her cock is poking up above the level of the water, dripping globs of pre into the bath, and she mumbles into your ear, releasing hot, sweet breath onto your skin. "Only the best for you, you marvelous creature. Everything I have, all for you, all for your pleasure..."

At the edge of the bath, Lotus and Aloe each uncork a bottle and pour a generous portion from each into the bath. Thick pink goop and thin, softly glowing green liquid quickly diffuse in the water, giving the bath a strong herbal smell. "What's that?" you ask Fleur.

"Why, it's the reason I came here," says Fleur. "Of course, if I knew you lived in this town, I'd have come just for you." Her hand sneaks underneath your ass and grips a handful of soft flesh. "But there's another well-kept secret in this town. An apothecary lives in the Everfree forest and extracts some marvelous properties from its plants. I have an upcoming modeling job that requires something special. Unicorn magic could accomplish it easily enough, but I thought I'd buck the trends and go with a more... natural solution. And I'm very excited to see what effect it will have on you."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"I'm modeling some fashions soon, and the princesses will be in attendance. The royals are rather larger than the average pony, both in their physical stature and the proportion of their genitals. In order to properly model clothing for them, I need to be... bigger."

"Bigger?"

"Not taller," she clarifies. Under the water, her hand gropes your cock. "But this..." her hand moves to your balls, "and this..." She moans softly. "They'll grow," she says. "So what do you say, my lovely companion? Will you become large with me?"

"H-how large?" you ask. You're seen some intimidatingly large cocks in your time in Futaquestria, and you picture yourself lugging around a package the size of Twilight's, waddling awkwardly around Ponyville.

"Not too large," laughs Fleur. "Stallions aren't supposed to be as big as mares, after all. But you'll be just as handsome, even if your cock isn't quite so petite. And it won't be permanent... although I'm sure Lotus and Aloe wouldn't mind giving you another dose, if you find you like being... big."

She moves her hand to her own cock and runs her finger along the rim of the flared head. "As for me," she says, "I'll grow quite a bit bigger. My cock will become bigger and thicker, my fat balls will swell and churn with cum..." She caresses your belly. "And if you'll permit it, my magnificent creature, I will enter you and fill you." Her hand creeps underneath your butt again, and this time it goes deeper, entering the crack of your ass. A soft, perfectly manicured finger teases the tight pucker of your asshole, and your cock jumps.

"O-okay," you say, as a shudder goes through you.

"First things first, my dear," says Fleur, poking her finger into you. "Let us grow together. Lotus, Aloe?" she calls. "Could you bring us some wine? Something wastefully expensive, if you would."

Lotus nods, and taps her forefinger and thumb together. She makes an "L" with the same hand, and within the L, a rectangle of light appears. She pokes at the rectangle with her fingers, and then closes her hand.

You blink, and you nudge Fleur with you elbow. She removes her finger from inside you and gives you a querying look. "Is that normal?" you ask. You mime the "L" shape with you hand.

"Certainly," she says. She taps her fingers and makes the same motion, making the same rectangle of light appear. "It's a long-term enchantment placed upon the hand, linked through a network of magical leylines. Lotus Blossom, I assume, just used hers to order our wine."

"Hm," you mutter. "In my seclusion, I may have made some unfounded assumptions about the technology available in this world."

"Seclusion?" asks Fleur. "This world? It sounds to me like you're more than just a pretty face and a soft, fat ass. What's your story, human stallion?"

You tell her your story. Earth, your arrival in Futaquestria, the months when you'd done your best to hide from the world... she hangs on your every word, holding you close and cooing sympathetically as you relate your troubles. Lotus answers the door and returns with a bottle, and soon hands you glasses of dry white wine. You and Fleur clink glasses and drink, then fill your glasses and drink again. You enjoy yourself so much that you almost - almost - don't notice when you and she begin to grow.

"Oh, there it is," moans Fleur, her body squirming. "Can you feel it?" She places her hand on your cock again. "I can feel it, my stallion. You're growing. Your cock is bigger and fatter..."

You place your hand underneath Fleur's ballsack and one of her nuts. Its weight is considerable, and it grows heavier and heavier in your hand. Her cock creeps upward, spitting precum faster and harder as the tip rises further out of the water. "Do you love it?" she asks, throwing her head back. "Seeing a mare's cock grow bigger and longer? Feeling her fat nuts get fatter and fuller with cum?"

"I do," you admit. Your ass has been thoroughly teased by Fleur's naughty fingers, and it's crying out to be filled. Every inch that's added to Fleur's cock makes it all the more irresistible, and you attempt to tide yourself over by leaning your head down and taking the tip of her cock into your mouth. The flavor of her cum is light and floral, and as your tongue dances across her tip, it provides more and more of her deliciously thick pre. You slurp at her flesh, tasting the soft, clean skin of her cockhead as it slowly grows fatter in your mouth.

For her part, Fleur moves her hand up and down on your shaft, and you feel yourself growing in her grip. Your cock twitches, eager to cum - but you know there's something worth waiting for, once you're both done growing.

As Fleur's cock grows longer, you keep your mouth wrapped around it, greedily feeding off its constant flow of pre. Without warning, Fleur lifts your head and presses your lips to her mouth, drawing you deep into a kiss. Her tongue penetrates you, providing her with a taste of her own floral cum as she runs her tongue along yours. You moan into her mouth, and lift a hand to grope at her tits. Your other hand is still massaging her balls, which feel watermelon-sized under the soft, lightly furred skin of her ballsack.

Fleur withdraws her tongue and looks down at you. "You're bigger, my handsome stallion," she says. "We both are. Here we are, two beautiful creatures, two shining lights of physical perfection. It feels only right that the two of us make love, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," you say. "Fuck me, Fleur."

"I will," she says. "Aloe, Lotus," she calls out, "My companion and I are ready to make love. Will you assist us?"

Lotus and Aloe stand at attention - in more ways than one - and provide towels to the two of you as you step out of the bath. They lead you and Fleur to a reclining chair, and Fleur lays herself out on it, her two-foot cock standing straight up. "Ride me," says Fleur. "Use me."

With a bit of assistance from Aloe and Lotus, you lift yourself up and position your asshole directly over Fleur's cockhead. Thankfully, it's not as tricky as climbing Lyra's hyper-overgrown cock, back on your date with her. And your ass takes her more easily, your pucker expanding around the flared head with little resistance. The feeling of being penetrated is still a joyous shock, even after your dates with Lyra and Maud. It's so clear to you, when you're being fucked, that your ass isn't meant to be empty. Maud was right; your body is made to be fucked. Your life before Futaquestria seems like a dream, and you've never felt more awake than you are right now. Your doubts about being a fulltime slut are washed away now; you want to get fucked by all the biggest, fattest marecocks in ponyville. Morning, noon, and night, you want to be fucked and filled by whatever dickmare desires you.

You lower your body, and Fleur's cock penetrates you deeper, distending your belly as it goes impossibly deep into your magically stretchy body. "You're so big," you groan, and Fleur moans appreciatively.

"I am," she says, "And your ass is - ooh - just as heavenly as I'd hoped. You're holding my cock so tight..."

You get the rim of your ass down to her medial ring, and then you lift your body back up, feeling the length of her shaft slide along your inner walls. Every part of your ass is sensitive, crying out with pleasure, and you feel overwhelmed, almost faint. But with Fleur reclining, it's up to you to dictate the pace of the fucking, and you gather your strength. You push yourself down, then up again, in a building rhythm.

Lotus and Aloe, with nothing else to do, embrace each other and begin to make out, frotting their cocks against each other. This show drives your excitement higher, and you feel your enlarged dick drooling precum as you bounce on Fleur's massive rod. Your cock looks to be about nine inches now - and your balls have grown to match - and they undulate up and down in rhythm with your strokes.

You're taking Fleur deeper now, and each motion of your body pushes her medial ring in and out of you, sending a jolt through your body each time it passes your butthole. You're gasping for air now, moaning weakly, but still slamming yourself down onto that mighty marecock with all the strength in your body. You look down at Fleur's balls, those gargantuan spheres of magnificent mareseed, and you silently beg them to release their load. You need it. To be filled, bloated and ballooned with the hot, thick cum of a dickmare.

"Fleur," you moan, "cum inside me! Fill me up, I want to be full of your cum!"

"Ohhhh-" she cries out, her body spasming. As if she had been waiting for your command, she comes. Your belly bloats with thick warmth as quick, powerful jets of jizz batter your insides. Your legs give out, and your unsupported body slams down, hilting itself on Fleur's cock. Having two full feet of marecock inside you demolishes your resistances, and you cum, shooting a rope of jizz so far that it splatters on Aloe's ass, several feet away. That seems to set her off, and in moments, Lotus and Aloe are collapsing into each others' arms, coating each other with their own love juices.

Fleur continues to shoot inside you, and the rhythmic pumping of thick fluid inside you makes your own orgasm go on and on. Even after your cumflated belly grows so big that you can't see past it, your cock is still shooting, still releasing the biggest load you've ever shot - even if it's nothing compared to the one that's currently making your body swell.

Finally, Fleur is finished. You're massive - nowhere near as big as Lyra had made you, but a good deal larger than Maud did. Lotus and Aloe, with sticky hands, lift you off of Fleur's cock and lay you down on a soft mat, face-down, letting you rest comfortably on your massive, cum-filled belly.

"My human stallion," says Fleur, "You've made this day grander than I could have ever hoped. I am half tempted to keep you a secret... but hiding you away from the elite mares of Canterlot would be a crime against your beauty. I shall have to be satisfied with being the first in my social circle to sample your ass. My friends will hear of you, and they will come here to delight in your magnificence." She sits up. "You will still be here, won't you?"

Lotus and Aloe give you pleading looks. They already wanted you around, even before you were their ticket to a new, wealthier customer base. Now they want you desperately. Now that you're not getting fucked, you aren't feeling quite so slutty... but servicing the occasional high-class dickmare might be the middle ground you were looking for.

"Yeah," you say. "I'll be here."

You make your way up the stairs of Twilight's castle, hoping to run into Lyra on her way out of her meditation lesson. Your body is back to its normal size, aside from your junk. Your expanded cock and balls make your pants feel a bit tight; if they're going to be like this for a while, you might need Rarity to let the crotch out. You'll feel a little guilty about asking for another rush job, but it'll give her a chance to measure your inseam again. She'll like that.

As you enter the upstairs hallway, you see a flash of mint green at the far end. Lyra, catching sight of you, ducks back into the room she emerged from. After a moment, she pops back out and walks casually towards you. "Hey!" she says. "Check it out!" She points at her cock, which sits in its sheath. "Pretty cool, right? Don't worry, it still works!" She grins and moves closer. "I made a ton of progress with Maud today, she's a surprisingly... good... uh, a good teacher..." she peers down at your crotch, her eyes widening as she notices your expanded bulge. Her dark green marecock begins to grow out of its sheath as she kneels in front of you and extends a trembling hand. Her fingers make contact, and she gropes your cock through the fabric of your pants, feeling it grow hard underneath her grip.

"It's... bigger?" she whispers. Then she stammers, "Oh shit, oh no no no-" and her cock, fully extended, shoots a jet of cum between your legs. You stare down at her, giving her a moment to recover. But her orgasm, as usual, is neverending, creating a growing puddle of thick mareseed on the hallway floor.

You kneel down and give Lyra a kiss on the cheek. "Good to see you again, Lyra," you say. "I'm looking forward to our second date." Then you turn and head back down the stairs.

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Chapter 4: Vinyl Destination

You roll over in bed, less than half awake, trying to escape the sunlight streaming through the window. Life in Futaquestria has made you a bit more of an early riser, but old habits die hard, and some mornings you still resist the rising of the sun.

As you roll over, your flopping arm rests against something firm. Sleepily, you wrap your fingers around it, trying to remember if you left anything in your bed that was… hard… warm… about as thick as your arm… and velvety smooth…

Your eyes finally open, and you find yourself looking into the perpetually lidded eyes of Maud Pie. A quick glance downward reveals that you’ve got your hand on her cock.

You’re certain that you didn’t go to bed with Maud Pie, which means she slipped in sometime during the night. Normally that would be alarming, but Maud Pie is such a subdued presence that it’s hard to be alarmed by her.

“By all means,” says Maud, “continue to touch me down there. I’ll be happy to provide you with a breakfast of thick mare seed.”

“What are you doing in my bed, Maud?”

“Not filling your mouth with a hot load of pony jizz,” says Maud. “But it’s within your power to change that. You’re off to a good start.”

You realize that your hand is still on her cock, idly stroking the soft gray skin stretched over the shaft. Futaquestria has done more than made you an early riser; it’s also conditioned you to be… receptive to the presence of marecocks.

“You know what I mean,” you say. You take your hand off her cock; you like the way it feels under your fingers, but right now you’d like to keep Maud’s mind on the conversation at hand.

“I have good news,” she says. “I just finished my rocktorate in rock science.”

“Oh,” you say, mirroring Maud’s expression as you parse her words. “It’s like a doctorate, but for rocks.”

Maud is silent for a moment. “Wow,” she finally says. “I get it. I can’t believe I studied there for years and didn’t get that extremely straightforward play on words until just this very second.”

You’re like ninetey-nine percent sure she’s being sarcastic. “Hey, congratulations, though,” you say.

“Thank you. But that’s not all. I’ve also decided to pursue my research at a Ponyville-adjacent location. As of now, I’m a local.”
“That’s awesome!” you say. “Maud, I know our date didn’t go exactly the way you wanted, but I like you a lot and I’m really glad you’re going to be sticking around.” You throw one arm around her, hugging her as best you can while the both of you are lying in bed. Despite your innocent intentions, your hug is a little more than just friendly - her cock is pressed between the two of you as you embrace, and her firm, slate-gray tits squish against your bare chest.

After you let Maud go, she just stares at you silently for a while. You keep thinking she’s about to say something - though there’s obviously no way to tell from her unchanging expression - but the silence goes on for a good fifteen or twenty seconds before you finally break it. “Maud? You okay over there?”

“I’m sorry,” says Maud. “I wasn’t expecting you to say you liked me. Or to give me a hug. Due to my lack of emotional preparation, I was briefly struck dumb as my heart metaphorically did a series of backflips.”

Now you’re the one who’s struck dumb. But rather than wade into choppy emotional waters, you seize on a more practical question. “Wait, wait a minute,” you say. “I think maybe I’m missing something, because I’m not sure how this timeline adds up. When you came into town, you were saying I should move away with you, but now you have your degree and you moved here?“

“Don’t worry about it!” chirps a voice from behind you. “The important thing is, it’s canon!”

You roll over and look behind you. Pinkie Pie is there, resting her chin on her hand. There’s barely enough room on the bed for all three of you, especially since Pinkie’s a plump mare with big round tits and a girthy pink cock.

“My sister is quite right,” says Maud. “Canon intervened in a very convenient way, and now I get to pursue my career while living near my sister and the handsome human.”

“I don’t think I understand,” you say.

“Don’t concern yourself with it,” says Maud. “Honestly, the less we talk about it, the better.”

You consider pressing the point, but Pinkie’s arm falls across your body and pulls you in for a hug. Being hugged by Pinkie Pie is an experience - your contact with Maud’s naked body seems chaste by comparison, once your face is buried in Pinkie’s cleavage and her thick cock is grinding softly against you. “Mmh, it took a lot of self-control not to join in when you hugged Maud,” she says, “But I could tell that was a moment just for the two of you. Now that it’s over, though… maybe the three of us could rise and shine together?”

“I’d still like to feed you breakfast, if you’re hungry for cum,” says Maud. “My sister can have your butthole this time.”
Pinkie turns you around, still embracing you but now grinding her shaft into the crack of your butt. You barely ever take Twilight’s ring off lately, so even in the morning, your ass is still magically expanded, magically sensitive, and ready to receive. The thought of getting double-teamed by big-dicked sisters first thing in the morning is still a little weird to you, but by this time you already know that it’ll feel good. Plus, Maud’s cum will be a filling and satisfying breakfast, because -

“Hey, Twilight?”

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t really been hungry for a few days. Does the ring make it so that I can survive entirely on cum?”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Okay. Thought so.”

That was one of your shorter flashbacks. In any case, your new job at the spa had given you the opportunity to sample a variety of mares’ flavors - although your butt was a bigger attraction to most - and the subtle musk of Maud Pie’s cock is already starting to make your mouth water. “Okay,” you say, and you lower your head until it’s almost touching the tip of Maud’s stiff gray cock. You breathe in her scent for a moment, then drag your tongue across her slit, licking up the flow of precum that’s already staining your sheets.

The flavor of Maud’s cum is more pronounced than her musk, but it’s still mild - neither too salty or too sweet - making it a suitable breakfast food. You suspect that Pinkie’s cum is more of a dessert, given how much sugar the pudgy pony eats. You’ll still be getting plenty of Pinkie’s spunk, of course - it’ll just be going in your butt.

As you wrap your lips around Maud’s flared tip, Pinkie begins to wedge the head of her cock between the soft cheeks of your ass. You shudder as the wide head touches your pucker and groan as she penetrates you. As usual, there’s no discomfort, barely even any resistance as she pushes her fat shaft into you, widening your hole, spreading your cheeks. “Oh my gosh!” she squeals, “Maud, you were so right! His butthole is the threshold to an entire world of perfect sexual bliss!”

You suspect that was an exact quote, based on some poetic after-action report Maud had given her sister. “I’m glad you like it,” says Maud. “I’m pleased with his mouth as well. He seems to like the taste of my cock, and I’m sure he’ll love the big breakfast I’m going to feed him.” She places her hands on your shoulders and turns your body sideways, so that you’re perpendicular to the two girls. Maud gently pushes herself deeper, and you feel your throat widen, just as easily and painlessly as your butt. “His throat is quite good too,” says Maud, slowly pumping her hips. “Your body really is a miracle,” she says, caressing your face with a light touch of her fingers. “Not only are you wonderful to look at, you are capable of giving - and, I suspect, receiving - unparalleled pleasure in sexual congress. I think I speak for all the mares of Ponyville when I say it’s good to see you embracing your gift.”

“Totally!” said Pinkie Pie, still sliding herself deeper into your ass. “It feels so good to have my cock in your butt! I want everybody to be able to feel this!” She begins to thrust in and out of you, sliding her fat pink shaft along your soft inner walls, jolting your prostate each time a vein drags across it. Your cock, still enlarged from the treatment you got with Fleur, is rock hard and dripping pre, so sensitive that it feels like the slightest touch would set it off. But you know by now that you’ll be able to hold out a little longer: the magic of Twilights ring, in addition to a suite of other effects, helps to keep you from coming too early, ensuring that you “stay in the game” while a pony - or ponies - are penetrating you.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to cum inside you!” says Pinkie. “Stallions always get so big and squishy when me and Maud fill them up together! And you’re super cute when you’re cumflated!” She moves her hips faster, her ballsack slapping against your asscheeks with each thrust. “This’ll be your first load of Pinkie cum, so I wanna make it big! I want you to remember the way I filled you up… and if you ever want a free refill, you can swing by Sugarcube Corner anytime you like…”

“Yes,” says Maud. “And once I show you the way to my new home, you are just as welcome to come by. I could feed you your breakfast every morning, surrounded by the natural beauty of the caverns.” She’s sliding your cock down your throat now with long, powerful strokes; if your body wasn’t magically stretchy it would be a brutal throatfucking, but you’re able to enjoy every moment of it, lost in bliss, awaiting the quiver of rigid flesh that will signal her voluminous orgasm and the feeling of fullness she’ll give you.

“Ready to cum, sis?” says Pinkie. “I’m gonna sprint for the finish line! Try and keep up!” Pinkie speeds up in an instant, jackhammering your butthole with the uncanny speed that she occasionally exhibits. Your body shakes from the impact of her hips, your cock slapping against your chest.

And then Maud picks up the pace too, her hips pistoning as she fucks your throat. “Spitroasting stallions is a proud Pie sister tradition,” says Maud. “Pinkie and I make a good team, don’t you think?” They do make a good team - their hips work together in a powerful rhythm, their cocks plunging deep inside you, touching every wet, dark, sensitive corner of your throat and your ass. “I’m going to cum soon,” says Maud. “Don’t worry, I’ll pull back after a bit so you get to taste your big breakfast of marecum.”

“Ah!” shouts Pinkie. While Maud expresses herself through the content of her words, Pinkie Pie relies much more on tone - and in this way, her voice better communicates the fact that she’s close to coming. “Ah, ah, I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck, I’m coming!” And she blows like a firehose of thick sweet cream, making your butthole even wider as cum pumps its way through her shaft. The first jet of marecum makes your belly bloat like a three-course dinner. The next one makes you look like you’re nine or ten months pregnant. And it keeps on coming.

Unable to hold out against the rhythmic pumping of Pinkie’s cock against your prostate, you cum, blowing a massive load onto your bedsheets. You still don’t measure up to dickmare loads, but your enlarged cock and balls still serve up a lot of human spunk.

And speaking of being served, Maud finally makes good on her promise of breakfast. She rams every inch of her cock down your throat, slapping your chin with her fat gray ballsack, and shoots her load down into your belly. You bulge out in all directions, your body wobbling as the sisters fill you up from both ends, each one firing off heavy loads from balls that seem limitless.

Actually, you know for a fact that dickmares can cum endlessly - Lyra demonstrated that the first time you met her - but usually they just shoot a few gallons, just enough to give a stallion a big sloshing belly full of mare seed. And before too long, the throbbing of the two cocks inside you become a little less intense and a little less frequent. Maud pulls her cock back so that the tip is just inside your lips, and her slit spills a mouthful of marecum. You don’t have much time to savor it, since the next one is sure to come soon, but you can appreciate the flavor - it’s richer and thicker than her pre. You swallow it, then you gulp down mouthful after mouthful until Maud’s cock is empty.

As their dicks go limp, Pinkie and Maud cuddle up to you. Pinkie gropes and kisses your bloated body, delighted by the cumflated blob she’s turned you into. Maud just lies still, holding her body against yours.

“This was so much fun!” says Pinkie, springing up from the bed. “I’m so glad Maud invited me along. Can you stand up okay?”

After a short rest, you’re back to just having a round, cum-filled belly, and you’re able to rise from the bed without too much trouble. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you say. “I better get showered and report to the spa.”

“And I gotta get to my shift at Sugarcube Corner,” says Pinkie.

“And I have to get back to my cave before the rocks miss me too much,” says Maud. “I hope I’ll see you again soon.”
“One last thing,” says Pinkie. “My Pinkie Sense tells me that a certain DJ pony might want to talk to you! So if you happen to see her… go say hi!”

“Uh, sure,” you say. You head for the shower, and the Pie sisters head for the front door.

By the time you’re out of the shower, your body is pretty much back to normal. You get dressed and open the front door - and something outside catches your attention.

There’s a community bulletin board within sight of your front door. You never paid much attention to it during your months of seclusion, although you occasionally saw new notices appear. But now a local celebrity is standing in front it it, looking down thoughtfully at a sheet of orange paper in her hand. She’s a white unicorn with electric blue hair and a cutie mark that’s… ah, shit. Two eighth notes? Is that what that symbol is?

She also has a cock dangling down to her knees, limp but tantalizingly long and thick. Her body is slim, and her teardrop tits are on the small side for Futaquestrian mares - perhaps a C cup if she ever had occasion to wear a bra. She’s beautiful, she’s famous, and she’s cool - she'd have been intimidating back on earth. But being admired by dickmares has made you more confident - and besides, Pinkie seemed to think the two of you had something to discuss.

You sidle up beside her. She's a bit taller than you, but you get her attention easily enough. She looks over at you and gives you a friendly smile - but then she turns back to the orange sheet of paper in her hands. It's two sheets of paper, actually, and she keeps flipping between them, looking up at the bulletin board, and then looking back down at her papers.

The top sheet of paper looks like a flyer for a rave, with this mare - DJ-PON-3 - spinning. The bottom sheet, while you can only see it briefly each time she lifts the top sheet, appears slightly different.

She just keeps looking between the sheets and the board, back and forth, back and forth. You get the feeling that you should say something. “Uh… it looks like… you're trying to decide between two flyers for your show,” you say. This breaks her reverie, and she turns to you and nods. “Can I help?” you ask. She nods again.

She holds up the top sheet, and you look it over.

DJ-PON-3
The Underground
TONIGHT
SUNSET to SUNRISE

“This one’s okay,” you say. “Gets the point across.”

She nods, and pulls away the top sheet, showing you the one underneath.

DJ-PON-3 ft. The Human
The Underground
TONIGHT
SUNSET to SUNRISE

Be there when the human discovers Ponyville's nightlife
Show him a good time
Dance til dawn with Equestria’s most exotic stallion

You blink at the flyer, then look up at the DJ’s smiling face. “Is this… your way of propositioning me?”

She nods.

“And your idea of a date is… putting me on a dance floor and surrounding me with mares?”

She nods emphatically.

“Shit,” you say. It's an intimidating prospect, and yet… your dick made up its mind in no time at all. Its support for this idea is unambiguous. The DJ pony can see it too; she stares down at the tent in your jeans and grins.

“Yeah, I guess I'm doing it,” you say, sighing with resignation. “But if it's too much for me, I'm bowing out early.”

She nods, taking on a sympathetic expression.

You hand the flyers back to her. “Heh, this was a cute way to ask me out. Your civilian name is Vinyl Scratch, right? I've seen you around… you, uh… you can't talk or whatever?”

“No, I can talk,” she says softly. Her voice is high-pitched, with a slight rasp. It's cute.

“Oh,” you say. “That’s weird. Not talking is your whole gimmick, but you dropped it almost immediately?”

Vinyl frowns. Something about what you just said didn’t sit well with her, and you start backtracking. “Maybe ‘gimmick’ isn’t the word I’m looking for,” you say, and she nods encouragingly. “Maybe… keeping silent most of the time is just the way you’re most comfortable interacting with the world around you.” She nods again, moving one hand in a small circle in a gesture you think means “keep going.”

“And… if you’re happy, and the people around you are happy, then there’s no reason for me to pass judgment on how you live your life?” She continues gesturing, and you dig deeper. “And… maybe the fact that I interpret unusual behavior as a ‘gimmick’ is a product of growing up in a culture that favors conformity over personal fulfillment?”

She keeps gesturing, prompting you to keep going, but after a moment of thought you just shrug. “Uh, sorry,” you say. “I think that’s all the introspection I’ve got for now.” She gives you an understanding nod and a thumbs up.

“So I don’t actually know where this “Underground” club is,” you say. “I’ll be done with work around five, can you come and get me sometime after that?”

“I’ll pick you up at eight, hot stuff,” says Vinyl Scratch. She pins up the second flyer - the one that advertises your presence at the rave - and walks off, swaying her tail happily.

“Hm,” you say, to no one. “I guess ‘I’ll pick you up at eight’ would be a little tricky to express in gestures.”

Your day of work a the spa is fairly uneventful. There are no high-profile clients today - although Fleur’s rave review is already bringing in bookings from Canterlot - so you mostly spend the day chatting with spa patrons and sucking the occasional marecock. Your role in the spa is somewhat nebulous; Aloe and Lotus assure you that your mere presence is worth what they’re paying you, but you’d rather contribute something than just sit idle. So you’ve been picking up the basics of massage and a few other treatments.

It’s not exactly your job to sexually pleasure the female customers - neither Aloe nor Lotus has ever told you to - but it ends up happening pretty frequently. You’re flattered by the attention they give you, and you’re no longer intimidated by big hard marecocks. All the mares in Ponyville are… well, they’re really sweet. They want to make you feel good. Back in your days of seclusion, all their sexual attention seemed… predatory, you guess?

But just like your dismissal of Vinyl’s silence as a ‘gimmick,’ maybe that’s just an artifact of the world you grew up in.

Vinyl Scratch knocks on your door just before eight, when the sun is just over the horizon. You answer the door in a butt-hugging pair of black pants, turning your body sideways to give Vinyl a look at the outline of your expanded rump. She pulls her tinted glasses down for an unobscured view, and her cock - already hard - spits a glob of pre onto the ground.

“Hey, Vinyl,” you say. “So where’s the Underground?”

She points a finger downward.

“I suppose I walked right into that one,” you say. “You were joking, right? There’s not a club directly underneath my house?” She shakes her head. “Okay,” you say. “Lead the way, Vinyl.”

She first leads the way to ponyville’s party supply store, a place you’ve passed on occasion and entered only once. The storefront is unassuming, with the name “Ponyville Party Supply” painted in a colorful balloony font on the sign above the door. But the first and only time you entered, you realized that Futaquestrians don’t draw a hard line between “party” and “orgy.” So the same store that sells balloons and streamers sells handcuffs, sex swings, and condoms - the latter of which you’ve never actually seen used, but which are available for purchase in a variety of sizes.

But Vinyl just goes straight for the cooler full of energy drinks, silently regarding the selection with great seriousness. You read the labels along with her - just like on Earth, it seems like they’re named and packaged to be attention-grabbing. There’s one called Tartarus Energy, one called Thaumic Shock… and a very eye-catching one just called “Cock” that comes in a bottle shaped like a pony penis.

It takes her a while to make her decision, and you figure that if anyone’s going to break the silence, it’ll have to be you. “So do you have a favorite, or…”

Vinyl draws in a breath, as if preparing to speak, but just sighs with an ambiguous expression on her face. You get the impression that asking her to name her “favorite” energy drink is like asking a sommelier to name their “favorite” wine. She’s trying to pick the right energy drink for this night, which means finding the perfect balance of… electrolytes. And taurine. Or whatever.

You’re not sure you can offer much input, so you sidestep over to a nearby shelf where small packets hold individual servings of… something. The names of the various products are sort of inscrutable, but one in particular gets your attention. This product, whatever it is, is called Wyld Stallyn.

You pick up the packet and dangle it in front of Vinyl Scratch’s face. “Hey, check it out!” you say. “There’s this movie, back where I’m from, called Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure… and, uh…” You cut off your explanation when you see the change in Vinyl’s expression. She’s very excited about whatever Wyld Stallyn is. Her mouth has opened in a gleeful smile, and she’s practically bouncing up and down, making her tits and cock jiggle.

“Uh… so what is this?” you ask. “I just picked it up because of the name.”

Vinyl goes back to being thoughtful, furrowing her brow as she considers your question. A couple of times she opens her mouth, then closes it again, as if she can’t make up her about about whether to use her voice. Finally, she seems to get an idea, and she opens her right hand, tapping her thumb and forefinger and then opening them in a reverse “L” shape. A rectangle of blue light appears in the empty space, a sort of magical hologram you’ve come to think of as the Futaquestrian smartphone. You’ve noticed ponies using that enchantment ever since you started to come out of seclusion, and you’d been meaning to sit down with Twilight sometime and ask some questions about the state of magical “technology” in this world. But she’s been out of town this week, so you’ve had to wait.

Vinyl taps at the hologram for a moment, and then… hands it to you. You hadn’t realized that was possible, but the luminous blue rectangle floats above your palm once she sets it in your hand. There’s an image of Twilight Sparkle in full princess regalia on the “screen,” and as you stare down at it, Twilight’s voice begins to emanate from it.

“Hello?” she says. “Vinyl Scratch? I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of time to talk, but… what’s up?”

“It’s me,” you say, leaning down over the screen. “Vinyl just handed me her phone.”

“Her what?”

“She just projected a magical blue hologram and transferred it to my hand.”

“Okay,” said Twilight, clearly relieved that you’re now talking sense. “Great to hear from you! So, same question. What’s up?”

“Well, I’m on a date with Vinyl at the moment,” you say. “She’s gonna take me to her club. We’re picking up some supplies, and she got really excited and called you up when I showed her a package of something called ‘Wyld Stallyn.’ With two ‘Y’s.”

“Are you gonna take Wyld Stallyn?!” asked Twilight, suddenly sounding as excited as Vinyl had been.

“Not unless I know what it is,” you say. “What exactly is Wyld Stallyn?”

“It’s a party drug!” says Twilight cheerfully.

“A party drug,” you repeat flatly. “And they just...sell it in stores?”

“Sure!” says Twilight. “That's where you sell things!”

Okay, Twilight got you pretty good with that one. But she genuinely doesn't seem to understand the source of your confusion. “Uh, where I'm from, recreational drugs are generally… illicit.”

“Illicit?” asks Twilight. “Why would… no, no, wait, let me guess!” She makes some thoughtful noises. “Okay, so… without magic, you don't have a way to reliably counter negative side effects, addiction, or overdose. Am I close?”

“Yeah, that's part of it,” you say. “So this thing is safe because of magic?”

“Yes,” says Twilight. “It's enchanted to only give you as much of a dose as you can handle. The pill itself is actually mostly a delivery mechanism for a spell, although I think Wyld Stallyn has some non-magical components as well. Oh, and actually, there should be two pills in the package. The smaller one’s the counterspell, so you can just take that if you're not having a good time.”

“Wow,” you say. “Magic is pretty cool.”

“Speaking as someone who dedicated my entire life to the study of magic,” says Twilight, “I tend to agree.”

“Okay, so what does it do?”

Twilight chuckled. “Well, it’s designed for stallions who want to ’go wild’ in the presence of mares. It’ll make you… eager to please, I guess?”

“I’m not sure if I need it,” you say. “I’m already becoming kind of a slut.”

Twilight laughs. Vinyl seems to find it funny too. “You might be a slut by Earth standards,” says Twilight, “But if you take Wyld Stallyn, you’re gonna start liking dicks a lot. Back in Canterlot, my girlfriends and I once spent the night with a colt who’d taken it, and… he tired us all out. You’re going to make a lot of friends if you take it.”

“All right, enough with the peer pressure,” you say. The thing about peer pressure, though... it works. Despite the rocky start the two of you had, you do trust Twilight now. Plus, your dick likes the idea of you becoming totally marecock-obsessed for one night, and you’ve already been thinking with your dick today. Might as well keep that streak going.

“Yeah, I think I’ll try it,” you say. Vinyl squeals, bouncing and grinning again.

“That’s great!” says Twilight, but then a long sigh comes through the phone. “So you’re going to try out Wyld Stallyn during the week when I just happen to be halfway across Equestria on diplomatic business. On the last night before I come back home.”

“...Sorry?”

“No, it’s okay,” says Twilight. “Have fun.”

“Talk to you later,” you say, and hand the phone back to Vinyl. She closes the connection and collapses the hologram.

Vinyl seems to have made up her mind about the energy drinks. She grabs one for each of you, takes the Wyld Stallyn packet from your hand, and pays for the lot of it. She hands you your drink - a lemon-lime Tartarus Energy - and you take your first sip. It’s fine.

The entrance to the Underground club is fairly well hidden, tucked in a narrow space between two buildings. Even if you’d been social and outgoing during your first few months in Ponyville, you might never have noticed it. Tonight, it’s more conspicuous than usual: there’s a line of ponies, mostly mares, leading into the narrow alleyway.

Vinyl points to the line from a distance, but holds you back when you try to approach. Rather than joining the line, or skipping past it, the two of you enter the building on the north side of the alleyway and make your way down a set of stairs to the Underground’s employee entrance.

The club’s aesthetic is “reinforced bunker.” Very possibly, the club was once an actual bunker: its construction is solid stone, with metal bars visible through crumbled portions of the walls. Multicolored crystals cling to the walls and ceiling, dominating the space above the DJ booth. And something about the way they’re arranged makes it look like they broke through the walls at some point, growing over the inside of the bunker like a fungus. The thought is a little unsettling, but apparently the ponies of Ponyville consider this a safe place to dance and drink, so what the hell do you know?

The club is empty now, aside from the bartender and a few servers who have nothing to do at the moment. Vinyl takes you to the DJ booth, a raised platform flanked by speakers. There’s a semicircular control panel in front of where Vinyl Scratch stands, and little of it is familiar to you. There is a turntable, but nothing else you recognize as capable of playing music.

Vinyl takes the packet of Wyld Stallyn from between her tits, rips it open, and takes out one of the pills. She hands the over packet, with the smaller counterspell still inside, and you pocket it. Then she places the pill between her teeth, grins, and leans down to kiss you, pushing the pill into your mouth with her tongue. You swallow the pill and lean into the kiss, waiting for the drug to kick in.

You’re having a perfectly good time while you wait, though. For someone who rarely uses her tongue to speak, she’s a pretty skillful tongue-wrestler. She wraps her arms around you and promptly goes for a butt-grope, lifting and squishing the temptingly large cheeks the magic ring gives you. You return the favor, running your hands over her cutie mark and gently pinching the base of her tail. Her cock, twelve inches of thick ivory-white meat, digs into your chest, staining your shirt with a flow of pre that only seems to get stronger.

You bounce on the balls of your feet, rhythmically moving your body against hers, using your chest to stroke the shaft of her cock. You reach a hand up, between your bodies, to grab her dick, and then your other hand joins it, pumping up and down with precum-slicked fingers. But soon even that isn’t enough, and you pull back from the kiss, kneeling to take the head of Vinyl’s cock in your mouth.

You have never tasted anything as delicious as Vinyl’s pre, never smelled a fragrance that compares to her musk. And as your tongue massages her cumvein, milking more creamy pre from her slit, you realize that the drug is making you feel this way. This lucid thought dims the effect a bit, and you put one hand to your pocket, feeling the packet with the little pill inside. Pretty soon, the club will open up, filling with ponies. Mostly mares. Mares with cocks. And they’ll all see you like this.

The thought scares you a little, but you can’t really think of a reason why you shouldn’t “go wild.” Opening up sexually has enriched your life since you’ve come to Futaquestria. You know yourself better. You know what you want. You’ve found a way to share happiness with the people around you, and you’re sick of feeling guilty about it.

So instead of taking the counterspell pill out of your pocket, you unzip your pants, then unbutton them, then pull them off entirely. You pop your lips off of Vinyl’s cock and turn yourself around, pressing your bubble butt against her hips so that her cock is nestled in your crack. Then you start to bounce your ass against her, feeling warm, thick pre spilling onto your cheeks.

Moaning, Vinyl reaches past your to press a button on her console. Bass-heavy music bursts from the speakers on either side of you, and you move your body to the beat, stroking her cock with rapid movements of your squishy ass cheeks. The crystals all around you start to glow, casting their colors on the wall in rhythm with the music. Vinyl reaches down to grab her cock, and she slips it into your cheeks, bringing it right up to your pucker.

And then the club’s doors open, bringing in a flood of pony flesh, a multicolor throng that immediately sets its eyes on you, just in time to see you get penetrated. There’s no mic you can see, but somehow your moans carry throughout the club, audible alongside the pumping music.

And the crowd fucking loves it. Mares who have whispered about you and flirted with you are now watching you get fucked. You’re still standing upright, speared on Vinyl’s thrusting cock, and you can see all of them staring, getting hard, some of them stroking themselves or getting ready to fuck.

And - you swear this isn’t just the Wyld Stallyn talking - it’s awesome.

You lean forward, putting your hands on Vinyl’s console for balance, being careful not to touch anything that seems like it would affect the music. The club is filling up - some patrons are starting to dance, some are finding seats, others are ordering drinks - but no matter what they’re doing, nearly all of them keep their eyes on you. Watching you get your ass pounded by the beautiful DJ’s marecock. Watching your dick slap against your chest as your body shakes. Listening to your moans mingle with the music.

You see Lyra and Bon Bon enter the club, and Lyra points excitedly at you, shaking Bon Bon by the shoulder. Lyra’s cock spits a thick jet of pre a foot in the air at the sight of you, and continues to gurgle a stream of pre onto the stone floor. But she doesn’t lose control and launch into an endless orgasm the way she did when you first met - so it looks like she’s still making good progress.

Lyra leads Bon Bon over to the edge of a booth, and the mint-green unicorn takes a seat, her cock sticking straight up. Bon Bon lowers herself onto her girlfriend’s cock, plugging up the stream of pre, bouncing on Lyra’s lap. Lyra reaches around Bon Bon’s body, stroking her stiff, cream-colored shaft with one hand and her tits with the other. Lyra leans to the side, keeping an eye on you; clearly she wants to see every second of you getting railed.

And getting railed feels great. Your mind and body are completely devoted to feeling what Vinyl is doing to you, and the pleasure blots out everything else, overwhelming your senses. I love getting fucked and I love marecock aren’t especially profound thoughts, but at the moment they loom large in your mind like great truths, world-shattering insights that you turn over in your head again and again.

The ballsack slapping against your ass gets bigger and heavier each time it makes contact, filling up with more and more marecum. “Cum in me…” you beg, and your words carry across the length and width of the club. “Gimme your load,” you groan, growing more insistent as your body’s hunger for mareseed becomes more keen. “Fill me up, Vinyl! I want you to bloat me with your cum!”

At the back of the club, you see Lyra’s eyes roll back in her head, and Bon Bon’s stomach starts to swell as her girlfriend cums inside her, pumping her with spunk at an impressive pace. Bon Bon’s body becomes bloated, and soon it’s too heavy and round to stay on their seat. The two of them fall forward, Bon Bon landing softly on her squishy belly, Lyra behind her, still coming her brains out. This is the first time you’re actually seen a mare get truly cumflated; most dickamre loads just give the recipient a pot belly. But Lyra, as is typical when you’re around, is a regular fountain of marecum. And it’s not just Bon Bon’s belly that gets big: her breasts balloon outward, growing so big and round that they touch the floor, even as she’s resting on her swollen stomach.

Vinyl thrusts herself hard into your ass, and when the first jet of marecum fires into your ass, your mind melts, conscious thought evaporating, the single word cum taking the place of everything your mind used to contain. The thought repeats and magnifies, harmonizes with itself, echoing out from your mind and into your body. Every nerve ending vibrates with joy, and your body, too full of pleasure, seeks explosive release. A cheer goes up from the crowd as you cum, shooting your load onto the enormous grey tits of a mare in the front row. As you watch, the mare lifts her breasts with both hands, licks your cum off her tits, and raises her head to smile as her eyes meet yours.

Well, one of her eyes meets yours, anyway.

The rest of your load doesn’t quite shoot far enough to hit the crowd, but it’s powerful, and it goes on and on. Vinyl, of course, shot more than your entire load with the first pump of her cock, and she’s nowhere near done. It becomes harder and harder to hold yourself upright as your stomach swells with Vinyl’s seed, and you almost lose your grip on the console. But Vinyl catches you by your forearms and holds you upright, raising your hands over your head as she fills you up with the last of her load.

With her cock still in your ass, Vinyl falls back into a chair, patting your bloated stomach. As your mind clears, you see fountains of marecum erupting all over the dance floor, shooting high into the air - and below, you see mares filling their partners, bloating the bellies of mares and stallions alike.

You’d love to join them, but being this full always takes you out of the action for a little while. Cumflation is fun and all, but you can’t exactly be a love machine if you’re too heavy to move. You lay a hand on your belly -

...And you can actually feel it shrinking.

Damn, you think. This must be one of the effects of Wyld Stallyn. When you get bloated with cum, it’s never clear to you where the cum goes when you shrink back to normal, but it always happens slowly enough that it doesn’t seem too weird. But now it’s shrinking so fast it’s actually kind of eerie.

But you know not to look a gift horse in the mouth. You pull yourself off of Vinyl’s cock with a schlick, bring your mouth up to her ear, and say “You mind if I hit the dance floor while you work?”

Vinyl just grins and slaps your butt, making you stumble in the direction of the crowd. That sounds like a green light to you, so you descend the stairs and wade into the throng, proudly bottomless, too horny and cock-hungry to feel an ounce of shame. The night is young, and there’s lots of fun to be had.

Chapter 5: Derpy Shades of Gray

It’s a new experience for you - waking up next to someone and realizing that it could be practically anybody. You don’t remember who you went to bed with last night; it could have been Vinyl, it could have been Maud or Lyra or… practically any other mare in town, really. Nearly all of them have made it clear that they’re attracted to you. Hell, it could be Princess Celestia; you’re a universally desirable sex object, you could get almost any woman in Futaquestria.

With your eyes still closed, you can’t tell much about the mare your arms are wrapped around. She’s a little wide, but that’s no problem. You run your hand over the top of her head, and find… no mane? Is there a mare in Ponyville with no mane?

She smells nice, though. It’s an exciting scent, one that awakens your sleep-dulled senses. As your eyes flutter open, you lean in to give your bedmate a good-morning kiss…

With a splut, your mare drenches your face in something warm and thick. It’s a familiar feeling, and when you lick the salty-sweet fluid from your lips, it’s clear that it’s cum that just splattered you. You open your eyes - after wiping them clean - and see something surprising.

Well… not that surprising. A cock as wide as a human body, with an oozing slit as big as your mouth, isn’t particularly out of place in Futaquestria. And the fact that you were apparently hugging this giant gray cock all night long, sleeping with the huge, soft shaft in your arms… yeah, that tracks. This is the sort of thing that happens to you lately.

You lift your head to look past the giant cock and see the actual face of the mare you’re lying next to. It’s a familiar face - although since her eyes are closed, her most recognizable feature isn’t apparent. It’s your mailmare, who was one of the few ponies you saw regularly during your months of isolation. She seemed very friendly - even more so than the average pony, which is a pretty high bar - and you feel bad for not being very sociable in those days.

But if you slept with her last night, maybe you’ve started to make it up to her. She certainly seems happy; whatever happened last night left her with a smile on her face. She’s still peacefully sleeping, and it would be a shame to wake her - so you just lie in bed beside her, embracing her giant cock and admiring her body. Her messy straw-colored mane and her twitchy gray ears are adorable, and her giant tits are… well, not adorable, but they’re pretty great. Not as outrageously sized as her cock, and not quite the biggest boobs in town, but even for Futaquestria they’re huge. Bigger than your head, with perky pink nipples you just want to wrap your fingers around.

Come to think of it, your mailmare - Derpy is what people call her, you think - didn’t have a cock this big, did she? No, you definitely would have noticed; the dick you’re hugging is flaccid, but it’s thicker than your waist and has to be at least three feet long. She definitely wasn’t dragging around a cock that size when she delivered mail to your little cottage.

Speaking of which, you’re not in your cottage; clearly, Derpy brought you back to her place. The walls are pale, and seem kind of… insubstantial? Does Derpy have a house made of clouds? Good thing you realized that before you tried to get out of bed…

Derpy’s eyes open, and her peaceful smile broadens as she gets a look at you. Her right eye drifts sideways as she reaches out a hand to stroke your cheek, but her other one stays on you. “It’s really you,” she says.

“Uh, yeah,” you say. “I don’t know if we were ever properly introduced… I mean, I saw you deliver my mail, but I never really said hello…”

“Aw, you gave me a nice enough ‘hello’ last night,” says Derpy. “I can’t believe I’m the one who got to take you home… but then, I guess I did kind of cheat… all I have to do is skip my meds and I’m the biggest cock in Ponyville…”

“Your meds?”

“Yeah!” says Derpy. “You know that thing that happened to Lyra the first time she fucked you? Where her cock and balls got really huge?” You nod. “Well, that can happen to any pony if sexual energy sort of, like… builds up. And I have this condition where it happens to me all the time.”

“Oh,” you say, recalling the day when Lyra’s cock grew to a six-foot-tall behemoth. That was a good day.

“This is where you ask if that condition is related to my eye thing,” says Derpy, with a little smirk. “And then I say, ‘what eye thing?’ and you’re like, ‘oh, never mind.’”

That gets a laugh out of you. “So you just grow and grow?” You ask. You shift your legs under the covers, and your toes brush against her nutsack. Her balls are about as big as you’d expect from the size of her cock - well over watermelon-sized.

“Well, I don’t grow forever,” says Derpy, “But I get pretty big if I skip the meds that keep me at normal size.”

“Why would you ever take your meds?” you say, running your hand over the wide flared head of her huge gray cock. “This big cock is beautiful…”

You kiss the edge of her flare, licking at the soft, musky skin and stroking her shaft with both hands. “Wow, I think I’m still coming down off that party drug, Wyld Stallyn,” you say, as you end the kiss. “I’m really into this big dick.”

“Well, it’s kind of a pain to drag around a giant cock and balls,” says Depry, a blush blossoming on her face, “But if I had you hugging my dick and giving it sweet little kisses, maybe I could live with it…”

You descend again, planting a dozen quick kisses all over the head of her dick. It’s wider than your head, so there’s plenty of ground to cover… and you’re really taking your time, giving all your love to this giant cock.

Your infatuation with Derpy's cock sparks a memory of last night at the club; you remember how beautiful all those mares looked, how tantalizing their long, hard cocks were… how good it felt to be in a room saturated with their musk and the scent of their cum. The memory turns you into a whirlwind of passion, kissing at Derpy's head and her dripping slit while she giggles and squirms under the covers… and in time, the memory overtakes the present completely, drawing you into a flashback.

Bon Bon and Lyra join you on the dance floor after Vinyl has her way with you, and you spend the length of a few songs just dancing to the pulsing beat. The sense of liberation is intoxicating; you’re the same human who had isolated himself for months, and now you're seducing dozens of big-dicked women at once with the movements of your body.

Distantly, you think about how self-conscious you would ordinarily be: you're naked, shaking a magically enlarged bubble butt - and your belly is still a little bloated with Vinyl’s load. But you know that the mares all found you irresistibly sexy - and you don't just know it, you feel it. All the lustful gazes and drooling marecocks reinforce that feeling, and you dance without a care in the world, secure in the knowledge that everything you do - every move you make - is perfect.

Over time Lyra grows bolder, and soon she’s dancing right on your ass, sliding her long, thick cock up and down between your asscheeks. It feels great - although Lyra is clearly enjoying it even more than you, judging by the hot spray of spunk that goes up your back as she climaxes.

Blowing her load on your back doesn't reduce Lyra’s enthusiasm, but it does put her in the mood for something different. As soon as the last jet of cum leaves her cock, she dances her way over to Bon Bon and points her in your direction, saying something you can't hear.

In an instant, Bon Bon is behind you, groping your big round butt and tickling your crack with the tip of her hard cock. “You’re mine, human stallion,” she says, steering you towards the bar.

“Woah,” you say, “You’re pretty pushy for a girl who’s not into guys.”

“You got a nice soft flank, just like a mare,” she says, giving your cheeks a squeeze. “And I bet it feels real good on the inside, too. What’s the matter, gorgeous? Don’t you wanna be my mare?”

“No, I definitely do,” you say. You let her bring you to the bar, and you brace yourself against it, ready for what’s coming.

“Besides,” she says, slipping her cock between your cheeks, “Lyra wants to see me fuck your ass, and I would do anything for Lyra.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” you say. “You’re a good girlfriend, Bon Bon.”

Bon Bon claps her hand onto your ass and jams her cock balls-deep in your ass with one thrust. “I’m the best fucking girlfriend,” she growls.

Bon Bon energetically fucks you over the bar, accelerating quickly to a confident rhythm. Her tits are smushed against your upper back, and her thrusting cock is a wonderful fullness in your butt. For a lesbian, Bon Bon really knows how to fuck a dude in the ass.

“Get ‘im, baby,” moans Lyra breathlessly. “Get him, fuck him, fill him up, I love you, baby…”

“Fuck,” gasps Bon Bon, “He’s… pretty good… actually…” It’s not long before Bon Bon’s ready to blow. “Lyra,” she grunts, “I’m gonna cum… I’m about to fill your human stallion’s big round butt with a hot load of cum…”

“Yeah, fill him up,” says Lyra, “empty your nuts in his tight little butthole, baby…” She hops over and puts her free hand on your belly. “Bloat his belly with a big creamy load…”

Bon Bon hilts herself in your ass, and you cum, shooting your load against the underside of the bar. Bon Bon comes too - but since she’s a big-dicked mare, she comes ten times harder. Her cum shoots way up inside you, erupting like a geyser in your asshole. And Lyra, seeing your belly start to bulge with her girlfriend’s spunk, groans in absolute bliss and fires a long rope of thick white cum into the air.

“Fuuuck yeah,” moans Lyra, her cock firing again and again. “Fuck up his tight little asshole baby, pump him with your hot load, empty those beautiful balls into his big round butt…”

Bon Bon pulls out of you, her cock leaking as it softens, and puts a hand on Lyra’s shoulder. “I think…” she pauses, giving Lyra a moment to calm down… but her girlfriend just goes on babbling as her cock fires off spurt after spurt. “Yeah, she’s overstimulated. I need to take her home or she’ll never stop coming.”

“Aw,” you say, “It seemed like she was making pretty good progress, with the meditation and all…”

“No, she definitely is,” says Bon Bon, “But she’s wanted to see me fuck your ass for a long time. I was pretty sure this was gonna happen the first time you and I fucked.”

“Well, I’m glad she liked it,” you say. “And… you seemed to enjoy yourself well enough too.”

Bon Bon laughs. “I was pleasantly surprised,” she says. “I have a feeling Lyra’s gonna want to see that again… and I think I’m actually looking forward to it.” She puts her arm around Lyra, and the two of them leave the club, leaving behind a trail of spunk from Lyra’s endlessly spurting cock.

You find a barstool and take a seat, looking over the rows of bottles behind the bar. You are a little thirsty… maybe some mare wants to buy you a drink.

It doesn’t take long for a mare to sit down next to you. Even out of the corner of your eye, you can tell she’s a big girl; huge gray tits bounce into the periphery of your vision as she takes her seat at the barstool, and you turn your head to take in all of her.

And it’s Derpy, of course - you recognize her cutie mark, as well as the wide round ass it’s stamped onto. Not all the mares in Ponyville have a butt bigger than yours, but Derpy has you cleanly beaten in that department. And her cock is bigger than you remember; the apple-sized cockhead is poking up from between her big gray tits, drooling precum into her cleavage. She’s usually friendly, but she’s not looking in your direction now - she’s just staring straight ahead with a slightly nervous look on her face.

“Hey, Derpy!” you say, leaning towards her and raising your voice to be heard over the music. “You look really hot tonight! I kinda wanna bury my head in your tits and suck on your big fat cock.” That’s the party drug talking; thanks to the dose of Wyld Stallyn you started the night with, that dirty talk flows naturally from your mouth. Even after your “sexual awakening,” you’ve mostly been a passive party in the process of seduction… but Wyld Stallyn has made those inhibitions disappear. Now you’re talking like a native of Futaquestria, openly propositioning mares at the bar.

Derpy sits upright on her stool, and she turns to look at you. “Oh hey!” she says, giving you an anxious smile. You don’t recall ever seeing Derpy nervous before - she seemed very social when she delivered your mail. Always pleased to see you, eager to talk but not too pushy.

But that was before you’d started to embrace your status as a sexual icon. Now your confidence - and your big, soft, very fuckable ass - apparently make you a little intimidating. It’s a nice feeling; you’re chatting up a beautiful woman with a huge ass and colossal tits, and she’s the one who’s nervous. “Hey yourself!” you say. “I’d love to talk, but the music’s kinda loud… do you wanna just fuck me in the ass?” You hop down from your barstool and sidle over to hers, putting your hand on her soft gray thigh. You slide your hand inward until you reach her cock - a stiff shaft of satisfying width and pleasant warmth.

Derpy swallows a big, nervous gulp, looking at you like she can’t believe you’re real. “Y-yeah!” she says. You slide your hand up and down her cock, feeling it thicken under your fingers - which is impressive, since it looked like it was already fully hard to begin with. “Oh…” Derpy gasps, “I’m growing…”

“Yeah, grow for me!” you say. Freed of inhibitions, you can fully admit to yourself just how eager you are to see Derpy’s big fat horsecock grow larger in your hand. You pump faster, watching the flared cockhead rise, your eyes widening as her mouthwatering cock climbs higher. Her balls are swelling too, bigger than oranges and still gradually expanding. “How big are you gonna get, Derpy?”

Derpy’s blushing now, biting her lip, seemingly struggling to find the words. “Uh… maybe I should just… stick it in?”

“Sounds good to me,” you say. “That way I can feel it growing.” You put your hands on the bar and stick out your bare ass. “Get really fucking big inside me, okay?”

As Derpy gets up from her seat, she’s trembling so much that you’re half-expecting to see her fall over. Her cock is spitting precum by the quart, making puddles on the floor of the club - and, as she positions herself behind you, shooting sticky warmth onto your back and asscheeks. She grabs your wide ass, sinking her fingers into your magical bubble butt, and parts your cheeks with her cock. It’s gigantic; last time you laid eyes on it, it was maybe fourteen inches long and four inches thick… but now, as it enters you it’s got to be six inches thick. Of course, it’s easy to overestimate the size of a cock as it’s going up your ass… but you’re pretty confident in your assessment. And besides, you’re not complaining.

As usual, your ass offers no resistance as Derpy slides herself all the way inside you. With the help of Twilight’s magic, your body is a perfect sex toy for mares of all sizes, accepting and pleasuring marecocks no matter how big they grow. And you have a feeling that’s going to come in handy with Derpy, because she’s still growing inside you. She’s balls-deep, motionless, just savoring the feeling of being inside your ass… but you can feel her dick stretching you wider, pushing deeper into you all on its own.

And then she starts to pump her hips, slowly working a full foot of marecock in and out of your ass. Through the pumping bass of the club’s music, you hear the character of the crowd’s murmur start to shift in your direction; a lot of the clientele came here to see you, and since not every mare is going to get to fuck you tonight, a lot of them are having to settle for watching you get fucked.

And you’d love to give every mare a turn with your ass, if only the night would last long enough - but if you can only accommodate a few, you’re happy that Derpy made that short list. Not only is her cock still growing, almost two feet long now, her tits are so big that they rest on your back, wobbling with every thrust of her hips.

“Damn, you're big, Derpy,” you groan. “Do me a favor and keep getting bigger, okay? I want everyone in the club to watch me getting fucked by a big gray tree trunk. I wanna feel that beautiful veiny monster grow thicker and wider in my butt right up until you shoot your big hot load.”

“O-okay,” gasps Derpy. “I… I don't think I can stop myself from growing… oh wow, everyone’s watching, aren't they? I, I wasn't planning on getting this big…”

“No, bigger, bigger, fuck me like a freight train, Derpy, you big powerful hard-cocked goddess,” you babble. “Don't you want to be my biggest? Don't you wanna turn my slutty body into a big bloated cum balloon? Don’t ever stop growing, give me that big meaty battering ram deep in my asshole…”

Derpy grunts wordlessly, her cock throbbing and bucking - and still growing. You can feel every thrust filling you, stretching your torso over Derpy's horsecock as she fucks you three feet deep. It's the closest you've come to your first time with Lyra, when her cock grew into a mint green monster six feet tall and you took all of it. Derpy’s cock is a reminder that your body is a sex toy now, built first and foremost to give pleasure to mares of any size. You're buzzing with pleasure, but what you're really excited about is Derpy’s orgasm: the pounding throb of her big gray cock, and the thick warm flood of mare cum that will follow.

And then it happens. Her first gush of cum hits your belly like a wave, and you feel yourself start to bloat. Bon Bon’s cum had already given you a prominent belly, but this is on a whole different level. The first thick, hot splatter pushes you well past the point of looking nine months pregnant - and by the time her second jet is done erupting into your asshole, you're on your way to being a blob.

It’s a familiar feeling, of course - Lyra turned you into a wobbling cum-blob when you took her cock - but you'd forgotten how good it feels. Or maybe it's better this time, with a few weeks of sexual experience behind you and the party drug buzzing through your body. Becoming swollen with marecum, turning into a sloshing, wobbling water balloon, is no longer an unfamiliar prospect… it's a blissful consummation of your new purpose in life.

At some point, you cum, groaning weakly as your arousal goes through a momentary spike. But the ongoing bliss of being flooded with spunk is honestly better - it's a full-body physical joy that remains potent even when Derpy stops cumming and collapses on top of you, practically burying your sloshing body beneath her big gray boobs. Her cock spasms, spilling its last few gallons into your asshole, and as she sighs with bliss, you hear her whisper the words, “I love you…”

Back in the present, with your lips on Derpy’s cock, you pause. Now that your memory is back in order, you dimly recall shrugging off her declaration of love; the swirl of post-coital bliss and party-drug high made it seem fairly unimportant. But now - in the light of day, with your memories in order - you have a pressing question to ask.

“Hey, Derpy?”

“Yeah,”

“...How the fuck did you fly me up to a cloud house? I was a cum blob and you were dragging around a hundred-pound schlong.”

“Vinyl Scratch cast a spell to reduce your weight,” said Derpy. “She was real happy to help!”

“What about you?” You ask. “Can you fly when your cock and bells get all giant?”

“Yeah, of course,” said Derpy. “Oh, maybe you didn't know this, but pegasus wings have this sort of inherent magic that compensates for your body weight. I don't remember the details, but apparently we couldn't fly at all if they didn't. Without magic, they couldn't, like… generate enough lift.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” you say. “I guess everything in this world makes perfect sense, if you assume that ‘magic’ is constantly smoothing over all its inconsistencies.” You pause for a moment, drumming your fingers on her ballsack. “So last night, did you tell me you loved me?”

Panic grips Derpy. Her body stiffens, and her eyes briefly align before spinning off in different directions. “Oh geez,” she says, “oh geez. I was sort of hoping you forgot?”

“I did, until just now,” you say. “Look, it’s no big deal, people say all kinds of things when they're fucking.”

“No, no, it is a big deal!” says Derpy, picking up a pillow and burying her face. “I, I saw you almost every day, and you seemed so lonely, but I smiled at you and you smiled at me and… I started to think about like… what if I could be the mare who brought you out of your shell? But you didn't need me, in the end, which is… fine, obviously, but…”

Hmm. Awkward. You did have a budding friendship with Derpy, during your months of self-imposed isolation. She brought your mail - letters from Lyra and Twilight, mostly - and she didn't try to fuck you. Sometimes you'd chat with her though your front door… and since that window only permitted you to see her face, you could pretend you were just talking to a cute horse lady and not a tremendously busty, big-cocked horse lady.

Love, though?

“I read your letters, too,” said Derpy. “I mean, I didn't open them! I would never! But Lyra showed them to me, and I saw that you were sweet, and smart, and…” she sighed. “Sometimes I imagined you wrote those letters to me…”

Okay, a picture is starting to come together. And the old you might have been a little freaked out, but your time in Equestria has softened your heart. It's pretty clear to you that Derpy’s just a shy mare, a cute dorky romantic who fell for you. You're happy to give her a chance to really get to know you… especially if it means you get to kiss her enormous cock and get your ass filled with her cum. You raise your hand in a calming gesture, ready to tell her that she doesn't need to say another word-

“And another thing,” she says, “oh, this is gonna sound weird, but… do you know what 'fan fiction' is?”

Grimly silent, you nod.

“Well, there's this thing called the PonyNet,” says Derpy, “and there's a place there where ponies, mostly mares, gather to talk about, uh… you.”

You have a lot of questions, but for the moment you just nod again.

“I mean, you're fascinating, right?” says Derpy. “The handsome, alluring, secretive stallion from another world! There’s this sort of subculture that likes talking about you, and sharing pictures of you and stories about you, and some of the stories are, you know…”

Yeah. You know.

“So I wrote a story about me and you,” says Derpy. “And people liked it! And soon I was writing more chapters, and I got really into it, and… when I actually met you, for real, without a door between us…” she sighs. “I felt like I was the girl in that story, you know? The mare who had won the human stallion’s heart.

“Sorry if it's weird,” she says. “I know those stories aren't real, I know we're not… together. But I'd love… I'd like to keep fucking you, if that's okay.”

“Absolutely,” you say. “You gave me an unforgettable pounding last night, with that big thick cock of yours. I'm not going to let a little awkwardness come between me and another round with that thing.”

Derpy squeals happily, her legs kicking under the sheets. Her cock spurts a couple gushes of pre, which splashes on the cloudy walls and drips down to the floor.

“So,” you say, “what kind of stories do you like to write? About me?”

Derpy’s glee turns to a burning blush, and even her good eye is looking away from you. “Uhh… well, different stuff…” she mumbles.

“You're into different stuff?” you gasp, with mock alarm. “You pervert!” You grab a pillow and use it to smack one of her tits. “Look, I get it. Maybe some of them are embarrassing, but I want to know what turns you on. I want to know what makes your cock grow. I want to know what you're thinking about when your dick shoots a big, hot, creamy load.”

Steel Grey took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror, smoothing out her blouse and tugging at the hem of her skirt. There was no hope of getting the skirt to hang cleanly around her thighs, of course; her persistently stiff cock made certain of that.

She'd have preferred to at least begin the interview with a soft cock, just for the sake of professionalism. But her mind was focused on the man she was about to interview, and thinking about him kept her shaft perpetually rigid and spurting.

Speaking of which, there was one last thing to take care of. Steel pulled the condom off of her cock and tied off the end, testing its weight in her hands. She'd spurted a good couple gallons of pre while she'd been in the waiting room, and the condom could take a lot more than that… but it'd be safer to switch it out for a new one before she met her interviewee. She had a feeling she'd be pumping out a lot of spunk once she was in the same room as him, and she didn't want to risk bursting her rubber.

And since this was the fanciest bathroom Steel Grey had ever been in, it was no surprise that it was well-stocked with courtesy condoms. She took one from the basket, tore open the wrapper, and rolled it over the head of her cock…

And she froze, mouth gaping in horror as she realized that her cock was just a bit longer and thicker than it was a moment ago. No! Today, of all days, had she forgotten to take her meds?

Flip, flip, flip…

“Wha- why are you skipping ahead?” asks Derpy. “It's not boring, is it?”

“No, sorry,” you say. “I just want to see the part that I'm in…”

“To what do you credit your, uh… ahh…” Steel shuddered in her seat, and her cock shot another splatter of cum into the sagging condom. She could feel herself growing each time her cock pumped out more spunk; a little longer, a little thicker. Each jump in size was barely perceptible, but they were quickly adding up; she was easily eighteen inches now, the shaft thicker than her ankle. Her nutsack was dangling off the chair, hanging almost to the floor - and the condom she wore had already drooped to the floor, gallons and gallons gently sloshing in the bloated reservoir.

The human watched her dispassionately from across his desk. “Do you need some help with that?” he asked. His eyes were powerfully focused, just like they’d been since Steel Grey entered his office - and feeling those focused eyes on her cock made Steel feel like she was about to shoot again.

“N-no,” said Steel. “I’m sorry, sir. I was just about to ask-”

“You were about to ask, to what do I credit my success?” said the human, rising from his tall, black office chair. “But I think there’s a different question you want to ask me. Or… a more specific one. You want to ask me if my success is due to… the way I make people feel.”

The human turned away, facing the tall, wide window that made up the back wall of his office. Steel Grey audibly gulped; this was the first time she’d seen the human’s ass in person. In motion. Through his tight, dark slacks, she watched his perfect ass wobbling as he moved - and her cock surged again, growing a full two inches and shooting a heavy gout of spunk into her condom.

“But before I answer that question,” said the human, turning to face Steel Grey once more, “I’d like to know what you think. You took this assignment, after all; you must have an opinion about me. How do I make you feel?”

He approached her chair, and she sat there - frozen - struggling to meet his penetrating gaze. “Or maybe I should ask a different question,” he said - and then he reached down with one hand, running his fingers over Steel Grey’s shaft from base to tip. “How do you want me to make you feel?”

Steel Grey’s cock bucked. All in an instant, it grew fatter and longer - and it pumped out a gallon of pre from the tip. Then another, and another, and -

The condom burst, spilling its contents over the office’s soft carpet, sending a spreading pool of creamy white over the floor. “Ahh, I’m so sorry!” squealed Steel Grey, her cock still spurting. “Let me - let me get that…”

“No, it’s fine,” said the human, cracking the first hint of a smile that Steel had seen on his face. “I think I have my answer.”

You close the book, and the crystal embedded in its spine visibly “powers down.” You make a note to familiarize yourself with the technology of this world; there’s clearly a lot you don’t know about. Twilight Sparkle, after seeing your discomfort with the magic ring, supplied you almost exclusively with nonmagical items during your months of solitude - and that was a kind gesture, but it left you poorly informed about the way this world works. It seems like magic is discreetly integrated into all kinds of things in Futaquestria: people, books… maybe even the bed the two of you are lying in.

“So that’s what you like, huh?” you say, giving Derpy’s nuts an affectionate pat. Her cock, which started out soft this morning, grew stiff while you were reading her work - and now it’s pointing straight up, precum drooling down its length like wax from a candle. “You want me to be an icy billionaire to tease and dominate you?”

Like her counterpart in the story, Derpy begins shooting pre even harder. Her cock was already drooling, but now it’s a fountain, nearly staining the cloudy ceiling of her bedroom with each spurt. A thick glob lands on your chest, and you scoop it up and lick it off your hand.

“Well-” says Derpy, “I mean… that was just my most popular story, so, so, I don’t know if it’s my number one fantasy…”

“Well, that won’t do,” you intone coldly, grabbing a handful of skin from her big gray nutsack. “I need you to be honest with me, Miss Derpy. When I ask you a question, you will answer me truthfully, and you will call me sir.”

“Y-yes… sir,” Derpy gulps.

“That’s better,” you say. You shift your body onto hers, sitting your huge ass on her watermelon-sized nuts. “What I require is a mare whose cock will grow as large as I want… and who can shoot nice, big loads of thick, creamy cum for me.” You wiggle your butt, working her shaft into your asscrack. “Enough to fill me up… Enough to coat me in jizz… enough for me to swim in, if that’s what I want. And if you’re going to be that mare, I need to know what makes you very... very horny.”

“Okay… sir…” gasps Derpy. You can feel her cock bucking, and precum is pouring down her cock, dripping onto your back. “I’ll be big for you, sir… I’ll cum big loads for you…”

“I know you will, Miss Derpy,” you say, grinding your ass against her shaft. “I can tell you’re dedicated. Now show me, Miss Derpy. Grow larger for me. Grow thicker and longer, and don’t stop until I’m ready for you to cum-”

Derpy grunts, and her cock shudders between your asscheeks. “Ah- I’m coming-” she gasps, clutching her shaft to hold it steady.

You whip your head around, and look up just in time to see the first gush erupt from her cock - now about four feet long - and splatter on the cloudy ceiling. “Aw, come on!” you say, breaking character. “You couldn’t hold on until you actually stuck it in me?”

Derpy stutters out an apology, but you’re already springing into action. You really want to get that cock in your ass, and you hate to see so much cum go to waste, and… fuck, you’re a real slut now, aren’t you? You leap off the bed, landing on the soft, cloudy floor - which thankfully supports your weight - and press your palms against the wall. “Come on, Derpy,” you say, shaking your ass in her direction. “Get off your ass and fuck me before your nuts are drained!”

Derpy groans, struggling to move her immense cock and balls off the bed. Dragging sheets behind her, she hits the floor - and her cock slams against the floor, sending a ripple through the cloudy material. A streak of cum slaps onto your back, and you thrust your ass in her direction, trying to motivate her. She lumbers closer, shoving her spurting cock ahead of her, until the flared head is shooting her load right onto your asscrack.

You figure that’s as far as she’s going to get; if she can barely move with a cock that size, she’s not going to be able to fuck you with it. But it’s propped up well enough that you can back into it - and your butt, magically enhanced to be perfectly fuckable, takes readily to the task of swallowing up Derpy’s cock. Your cheeks part, and your asshole widens, easily accepting the twelve-inch girth of her cockhead.

And as soon as she’s inside you, her cum has nowhere to go but into your belly. You groan with satisfaction as you feel your stomach start to bloat; this feeling of being filled, of gradually softening into a bloated blob of thick, sloshing mare cum - it’s intensely stimulating, while also marvelously relaxing. Before your stomach weighs you down too much, you back yourself further onto Derpy’s cock, getting a couple feet of throbbing mare-meat inside you. By that point, there’s enough cum inside you that your legs barely reach the floor - and the pumping shaft inside you is driving you to the edge. You cum, shooting your load onto the underside of your swollen gut, and then relax as Derpy’s climax peters out.

Once she’s completely unloaded inside you, Derpy falls forward, collapsing on top of you with her cock still halfway in your ass. Her tits on your back are wonderfully soft - but you are much softer. Your body supports her like a waterbed, flattening slightly under her weight, as she makes herself comfortable on top of you.

“I love you…” she sighs - then catches herself. “Sorry…”

“No, don’t worry about it,” you say. “I’m pretty lovable.”