"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.

Author's Note

The long-awaited third chapter!

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