The Expansive Romance of Applebloom and Coral Leaf

Chapters

Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 3.5
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 20
Epilogue I
Epilogue II - Part 1
Epilogue II - Part 2
Epilogue II - Part 3
Chapter 1
Chapter 10
Chapter 19

Chapter 2

*THWACK*

*RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBlE*

The sounds echoed across the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres. Harvest season was on, and the family was doing their part, to harvest one of the farm's largest apple crops.

Along for the ride, was their first farm hand in many years: a young stallion, named Coral Leaf.

Though lacking in lower-body strength, his upper-body strength proved that with a sturdy enough stick, he could 'buck' apples from the trees, in his own way!

Out of the whole Apple Family, the one that excited him the most with her enthusiasm, was Applebloom.

She had ended up helping him find this 'special talent' for apple bucking, when she had intended to take him to see her friend, Zecora.
Instead, the two had encountered a group of Timber Wolves, whom Coral had saved Applebloom from.

Since then, the young pony had warmed up to him, and Coral had found himself both nervous and happy, to be in her close company.

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A few days after the harvesting had begun, there was a knock on Coral's door.

"It's Applebloom, Coral."

"Hi there, AB," he said casually, opening the door for her. "What's up?"

"Well, Applejack says she needs some supplies from town, and guess who I volunteered? You and me!"

"Us?"

"Yeah! She doesn't need the supplies right away, but ah figure that means we can spend the extra time meeting some of the townsponies!
Whaddya say?"

"Sure, I'm up for it," said Coral. "You've been talking about them for some time, and I guess it's time that I met them.

"But, we just started harvesting. If we stay long, won't that interfere with tour family's schedule?"

"Naw, we still got time, and the weather's still nice out. Now come on Coral, move yer caboose! Let's git to town!"

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A little while later, Coral was crossing over a fancy stone bridge, and entering the center of Ponyville.

"And this all sprang up because of Sweet Apple Acres?" He asked, looking at the buildings around him.

"You bet," replied Applebloom. "Course, it's grown since I was a little-"

*WHAM*

Before he could react, Coral suddenly found himself knocked on his back (and 500 ft away from Applebloom!). Once his vision stabilized, he saw two blue eyes, and a large tangle of pink-colored hair that looked like cotton candy.

"Ooo, a newbie!" Came a high-pitched, friendly voice. "Pinkie-sense, still tingling!"

"Ugn, whuh?" Said Coral, struggling to get up.

"Un-wuh?" Mimicked the pink pony. "Is that a new language?"

"N-no," said Coral, rising to his feet. "You startled me."

"Awww," pouted the pony, "I was hoping to learn a new language today! Well, there's always Tuesday!"

"Coral," said Applebloom, coming over, "I see you've met Pinkie Pie."

"Coral?" Asked Pinkie, suddenly grabbing his head, and examining his neck. "Is he some kind of seapony? I don't see any gills. And for that matter, if he's a sea-pony, how is he able to walk?"

"Pinkie, calm down," said Applebloom, making the excitable pink blur let go of Coral. "Coral, this is Pinkie Pie, our premier Party Planner here in Ponyville.

"Pinkie, this is Coral Leaf. He's from Northwestern Equestria, and he's, a friend whose helpin' with the harvest out at Sweet Apple Acres."

Coral's cheeks blushed slightly...it was the first time Applebloom had called him, 'a friend.'

"Well, any friend of the Apples, is a friend of mine," Pinkie shouted. "So Coral, how you liking Ponyville so far?"

"Actually Pinkie," said Applebloom, giving Coral a tug on the arm, "we really got a lot of things to do, but maybe we'll see you around, okay?"

"I'll see you around...and raise you a-square!" Giggled Pinkie, as they walked away. "Nice to meet you, Coral!"

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"Did we have to leave so quickly?" Asked Coral, after they turned another corner in town.

"Well, no offense to Pinkie," said Applebloom, "but she kin' get a bit...talkative."

"I noticed," said Coral, as Applebloom let go of his arm...though the edge of her cleavage was still brushing slightly against it. "Still, does she usually greet ponies like that?"

"Aw, she has all different kinds of ways tah greet ponies. To tell the truth, ah think that 'attack greeting' of hers is a sign that she likes you!"

"Well, well, well," came a smarmy voice to their left.

"And speaking of the opposite of Pinkie Pie," sighed Applebloom, "look who it is."

From down a side street, strode Diamond Tiara, and her friend, Silver Spoon.

"What have we here, Silver Spoon?" Asked Diamond, shaking her purple-and-white bangs out of her face.

"Well Diamond Tiara, it looks like an Apple to me," said Silver, walking up to Applebloom, before bumping into her chest. "But I don't think apples have milk tanks like these."

"You don't say?" Said Diamond, in mock-shock. "Guess the Apples are getting forgetful. They must have forgotten to lock their little moo-cow up, and she jist happened to wander into town."

Coral stood watching what was going on, eyeing the two girls, and Applebloom...whose eyes were cast down at her chest, wrinkling her lip.

"Come on little cow," goaded Silver. "Say what good little cows say best!"

"Lemmelone," mumbled Applebloom.

"What was that?"

"Ah said, leave, me, a-lone."

"Wrong-o," said Silver. "Good little cows say, 'mooooo!'"

Suddenly, Diamond Tiara's right hand shot out, and squeezed Applebloom's left breast, causing the girl to gasp.

"Come on now, Appleboobs," she smiled devilishly. "Moo for us!"

*WHACK*

It took Coral a few moments to realize what had just happened. Next thing he knew, his right hand was outstretched, and Diamond Tiara was holding her own way is the only right hand, as Silver Spoon and Applebloom looked on, agog.

"You...hit, me," squeaked Diamond Tiara.

"My Mother taught me to be polite to the fairer sex," said Coral, "but I don't think you two count."

Diamond's mouth fumbled for something to say, before her eyes squinted into an angry grimace.

"Who-who do you think you are, hitting me like that?" Her voice rose. "My Daddy is Filthy Rich, the richest stallion in Ponyville! Why, when I tell him how you attacked me-"

"Filthy, you say?" Interrupted Coral. "I guess you got that part of your personality from his side of the family."

"S-s-you shut up!" Barked Diamond Tiara. "I should have expected this from a stallion seen with this, big-boobed blank-flank."

"You know what? I'm done with this conversation, and so is she," he said, taking Applebloom's hand. "Come on Applebloom, don't we have some things to pick up for your family?"

It wasn't so much him touching her hand, as much as the way he had deflected Diamond Tiara's taunts, that made a smile 'bloom' on the young Apple's face.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Thanks fer remindin' me, Coral. Ah think Applejack wanted us to pick up those supplies from Barnyard Bargains, but...Ah'm pretty sure we can find em elsewhere."

"Well, lead the way," said Coral, gesturing with his free hand."

"Why thank you," said Applebloom, leading him away from the two girls.

"This isn't over," called out Diamond Tiara. "I'll get you for insulting me like that...and your little cow, too!"

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As soon as they turned another corner, Coral let go of Applebloom's hand.

"S-sorry," he said. "I just figured, it might help shut her up some."

"Well, when it comes to Diamond Tiara, that's one trait she doesn't have," said Applebloom. "Ah jist can't believe what you did back there!"

"Why not? She squeezed your...um...chest."

"...yeah, she's been doin' things like that and callin' me a...you-know-what, ever since ah started growin' out like this."

"Well, I find it terrible," said Coral. "You don't want her touching you, and she should respect that."

"Well, ah guess-"

"Applebloom, look at me."

The tone in Coral's voice made Applebloom look into his green eyes...which seemed to be lit with a fierce determination.

"Now I know I'm not your big sister or your big brother, but, I want you to promise me something, as a...a friend."

"Well, ah'll try-"

"No, not try...do. If that, 'thing' back there ever tries anything like that again, promise me you won't just stand there and take it."

"Ah...ah promise, Coral."

"Cross your heart and hope to fly?"

The rhyme she had told him a few days ago broke her out of her somber mood, and the over-abundant filly smiled.

"Stick a cupcake in my eye," she said, covering her right eye, making Coral smile as well.

__________

Just as Applebloom had said, there were more than enough stores in Ponyville that had what the Apple Family needed.

Coral was pretty surprised how almost every other pony or stallion they came across, greeted Applebloom. It reminded him of the small-town feel of where he had grown up.

After getting all their supplies, Applebloom continued to show Coral around Ponyville.

Their path led them to Carousel Boutique, with a sign in the window reading, 'Sorry, Darlings. Canterlot Boutique is closed, as we strut our stuff at the Baltimare Fashion Blitz. We'll be back soon, to make you look chic, unique, and magnifique!'

"Mah best friend Sweetie Belle's sister owns the place," said Applebloom, as Coral peered inside. "Rarity's pretty famous in her own right. Ah remember when she first designed fashions for Sapphire Shores-"

"Wait, THE Sapphire Shores?" Asked Coral, his eyes pulling away from the window, 'bouncing' off Applebloom's chest before finding her eyes.

"The one and only. Since then, Rarity's designed outfits for all sorts of famous ponies, and she's got 7 fashion boutiques across Equestria!"

"And, you know Rarity? I mean, personally?"

"Well, yeah. She's amazin' at whut she does. Ah will admit, when ah started gettin' bigger, well, it was impossible to find anythin' to wear.

"Luckily, Rarity offered to help make me some things that actually fit. Ah'm awful glad she did. Granny was offerin' to just wrap me in bedsheets."

"Wow," said Coral, glancing slightly down at his crotch. "You think, maybe she could make something for me?"

"Ah don't see why not. She is the Element of Generosity, after all."

"Wait a minute," said Coral. "'Element of Generosity?' Why does that sound familiar?"

"Because it's one of the 'Elements of Harmony,'" said Applebloom. "Didn'tja learn that in school?"

"Yeah, but ah thought it was just an old pony tale."

"Well, so did I, and as a matter of fact, almost all of Ponyville did, until Nightmare Moon showed up. Fortunately, Twilight Sparkle, mah big Sis and their friends sto-"

"Ok, now you've got to be joking," said Coral. "Your sister, the head of Sweet Apple Acres, fought alongside the Princess of Friendship?"

Coral waited for AB to confess she was making it up, but she just kept smiling.

"So, Applejack's-"

"The Element of Honesty," Applebloom proudly proclaimed, seeing Coral trying to form words.

"And, a-a-a-and you know all of the Element's holders?"

"Of course! Say, you wanna say 'hi' to The Princess of Friendship?"

__________

Applebloom had to admit, it was cute seeing Coral look flustered at the recent revelations about her family and their friends.

She soon found herself leading the orange stallion to the front doors of Twilight's Castle, its shiny crystalline structure, reflecting the afternoon sun.

Coral was further surprised, when Applebloom grasped one of the ornate doorhandles, and one of the massive doors opened!

"Wait...she leaves her front door unlocked?" He asked, amazed.

"Well, duh," said Applebloom. "Why wouldn't she?"

"Well, because she's a Princess?"

"Oh Coral, she's not 'that' kind of Princess. Come on in!"

Entering the main foyer, Coral couldn't help but look all around him. He'd spent all his life in a small town, and had never seen a room, let alone the inside of a castle, as big as this one!

"Well don't just stand there gawkin,' let's see if she's home," said Applebloom, casually taking Coral's right hand, as he tried to hold onto the bag of supplies with his other.

"Twilight?" Her voice echoed off the walls. "Hello? It's Applebloom, and ah got a new friend who's a real big fan ah yers."

"I'm not a big fan of hers," said Coral, nervously.

"Oh, don't take everthin' so seriously," said Applebloom. "Anyone in here? Echo!"
"I'm in the library," came a twinkly female voice. "Come on in!"

After several twists and turns, Coral found himself being led into a huge room, with row upon row of books.

Seated in a crystal chair, was a purple pony, in a dark-maroon dress. A horn sprouted from her forehead, and as she leaned forward, a large pair of wings seemed to unfurl from her back.

"Applebloom! So nice to see you!" Said Twilight.

"Same here, Twilight," replied Applebloom.

"So, who's your friend?"

"Oh, This is Coral Leaf. He came from Northwestern Equestria, and he's helpin' us out with the harvest! Coral, this is Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship!"

Both ponies were rather surprised when Coral suddenly dropped to one knee, and bowed his head.

"Your majesty," he said. "I am...humbled to be in your presence."

"Oh-hoh now, you don't need to bow, Coral," said Twilight. "You can stand up."

"But, you are a Princess," he said, getting to his feet.

"Ah toldja, she's not 'that' kind of Princess," smiled Applebloom, cheekily.

"I see," said Coral, trying to find some way to be polite, but not too polite. The only thing he could think to do, was extend his right hand. "Well, uh, pleased to meet you, then?"

Twilight just grinned, and shook his hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Coral Leaf, and I hope you enjoy your stay here in Ponyville!"

"Y-yeah, same here," he said, a big grin spreading across his face. "Wow! Mother is going to not believe that I shook hands with Princess Twilight Sparkle!"

"We really just came by to say 'howdy,'" said Applebloom. "We're sorry if we disturbed yah."

"Oh no, nothing too important's going on today," said Twilight. "Spike left for Canterlot yesterday, and I completed my studies for today, a little while ago. You're more than welcome to show Coral around the castle."

"This is really strange," Noted Coral. "It's just you, alone in this massive castle? You don't have any guards, or security staff?"

"Coral, do ah havtah repeat mah-self agin?" Asked Applebloom, scrunching up her face, half-jokingly.

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"I still can't believe it," said Coral, as he and Applebloom left the castle sometime later. "She's definitely not like the Princesses I've read about in books."

"Well, things can change," said Applebloom. "Twilight is a perfect example of that. When she came to Ponyville back when I was a little filly, she was just a regular ol' unicorn. Heck, back then, the castle didn't even exist!"

"Then where did she live? Did she stay with your family at Sweet Apple Acres?"

"No, she stayed at the Golden Oak Library."

"Oh? Where is it? Did we pass it?"

"Well, the thing is...it's not really, 'there,' anymore."

"What happened to it?"

"Well, remember when that monster Tirek was terrorizing Equestria?"

"Yeah, I remember. He came through our village during his rampage. He sucked up my parent's powers and...I thought they were gonna..."

"Well, fortunately, Twilight, Sis, and their friends stopped him. But, he tried to attack Twilight, and blew up the library."

Rounding another corner, Coral found Applebloom had led him to a large open area in town.

In the center, was a large field of flowers, along with the charred remains of what looked like a tree trunk, with what looked to be a burned doorway, embedded in it.

On a small pedestal in front of the field, was a carved stone miniature of a tree, with windows, leaves, and even a small beehive.

Seeing a brass plaque under the tree, Coral read the words on it:

On this spot, did a villain named Tirek, destroy the Golden Oak Library. This sculpture preserves the memory of Ponyville's cherished institution, and former home of Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship.

"Was anyone hurt during the attack?" Asked Coral, somewhat intrigued by the miniature tree.

"No, that was the thing about Tirek. He just wanted other pony's powers, but he never really hurt anyone."

"And, did they ever rebuild the library?"

"No."

"Really?" Asked Coral. "All this time, and not even the Mayor proposed a rebuilding?"

"Well, when she moved into her castle, Twilight's place kind of became the town library. Amazingly enough, there were plenty of shelves for books."

"Yeah but, I mean, I know she's a prominent figure and all. It just seems a shame that noone did-"

"Applebloom!"

The voice quickly made Coral and AB turn around. Coral found himself looking at two ponies, about the same age as Applebloom. One was orange, with wild pink hair done up in a ponytail, and a pair of small wings on her back. A purple helmet dangled from the handlebars of a motorcycle she was handling.
The other girl had porcelain-white skin, and fluffy hair that was a mixture of light pink and purple. A horn sprouted from her forehead, and it was easy to see that she had been amply-blessed in her chest area (though not as amply as Applebloom).

"Hey, girls! Ah got someone to introduce to yah!"

__________

"And then she...grabbed me, like, right here," said Applebloom, pointing at her chest.

The group of girls and Coral, were trotting back to Sweet Apple Acres. The sun was beginning to set, as Applebloom explained about their day exploring Ponyville, as well as their run-in with Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon.

"And nopony said anything?" Asked Scootaloo.

"There wasn't anyone around," said Applebloom. "Well, except for Coral here."

She then told her friends, about Coral knocking away Diamond Tiara's hand, as well as him telling her off.

"Whoa whoa whoa," said Sweetie Belle. "Coral...you, hit Diamond Tiara!?"

"Just her hand," he replied.

"Yeah but, that's Diamond Tiara!"

"So? I don't care who she is. She was bullying Applebloom, and that was just wrong."

Sweetie stared at Coral for a few more moments, then turned to Applebloom.

"I like him. Maybe we should keep him around for awhile."

"Well, if those two act up on me agin, I'll tell em off," replied Applebloom. "Coral made me promise to not take anymore guff from em."

"Really?"

"Yep. Pinkie-promised."

"I swear," said Scootaloo. "You'd think they would have grown up by now. Just seems like they always find something to...nitpick other ponies about."

"Is something wrong?" Asked Coral, hearing Scootaloo's voice soften.

"N-no, it's nothing."

As she looked off to the side, Sweetie whispered in Coral's ear: "She can't fly. Her wings can't support her."

"You don't need to be all secretive about it," said Scootaloo, looking a little annoyed.

"I was just answering his question," said Sweetie.

"Well you don't need to whisper, like you're afraid to hurt my feelings. The fact is, I've accepted that I can't fly...but that doesn't mean my wings are useless."

"Well, what can you do with them?" Asked Coral.

"Watch this!"

Fastening her helmet, and climbing onto her motorcycle, Scootaloo started the engine, and with a loud roar filling the air, she took off down the road!

Coral saw her disappear into the distance, then, off to his left, he saw her riding along a low ridge. 50 ft away, was a small drop. As he watched, Scootaloo gunned her cycle again, and shot towards the drop, which looked too wide for her to clear!

Coral's first instinct was to run towards the impending catastrophe, when Sweetie Belle grabbed his hand.

"Relax," she said, with a small smile. "She's got this."

Coral's legs shook a bit, as Scootaloo took the jump, and sailed through the air! However, he suddenly heard the flutter of wings, and saw hers becoming a blur on her back. She let go of the bike's handlebars, and then tumbled through the air on her own, three times.

On the third tumble, her hands grabbed the handlebar of the cycle, and rotated it around with her. The added momentum of the rotation and her wings, pushed her far enough to land on the other side of the drop, as Sweetie and Applebloom elicited loud cheers!

A few seconds later, Scootaloo roared up, braking in a cloud of dust and loose pebbles, before whipping her helmet off.

"So, was that awesome or what, Coral?"

__________

The sun had almost set by the time the group made it back to Sweet Apple Acres. Applebloom invited her friends inside, but they claimed they had to head back to Ponyville for their own supper.

Coral and Applebloom politely waved them off as the two disappeared down the road, back to town.

"They're fun," said Coral.

"Yeah, the bestest friends ah pony could have," said Applebloom.

"'Bestest?' I didn't know grown ponies still used that word."

"Well, this pony ain't too old to say it," said Applebloom, and hunched down, making her voice sound like Granny. "An don'choo forgit eet, you young whippersnapper!"

"Well, bout time yuh showed up," came Applejack's voice from the front door of the house. "Big Mac and I worked hard as the dickens out there. What'd you two do all day?"

"Ah just thought I'd show Coral around," replied Applebloom, as they came through the front door. "Show this country boy whut Ponyville's really like."

"Well, it's definitely not Manehattan, but it's definitely got a few things that hoity-toity city ain't! Now come on inside! Granny's almost got spaghetti fixed up!"

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After dinner, Applebloom and Coral went out into the orchard. The temperature hadn't dropped too much since sunset, and a light breeze rustled the leaves on the trees.

"Sure is peaceful out here," said Coral, knocking on one tree.

"Yup," said Applebloom, picking up a stray apple. "It'll prob'ly be that way for a few more weeks, and then the wind will really pick up, and the Timber Wolves will start howling."

"Why is that?" Asked Coral. "...mating season?"

"No," said Applebloom, taking a bite from her apple. "That's when we know the Zap Apples are comin.'"

"The what apples?"

"Zap Apples. They're a really rare variety found in the Everfree Forest. Granny discovered em' when she was a young pony. They're really stubborn to grow, but not only are they rainbow-colored, so's the jam we make from em!"

"Well, maybe I can help you guys out with harvesting Zap Apples, once cider season is over," smiled Coral.

"Oh yeah," said Applebloom, taking another bite. "Ah don't know if Applejack will let you."

"W-why not? It's not because of my method for apple-bucking, is it?"

"Oh no no. It's just...it's an Apple Family Tradition, and-"

"-and I'm not an Apple," he finished.

"Well, yeah," she said. "But that doesn't mean you're a bad person. It's just...tradition!"

Noticing He'd grown quiet, Applebloom offered him the rest of her apple.

"Want it?" She said, waving the half-eaten fruit in his face. "Come on, it's Apple Family-tested! *CHOMP* Fthee? Muh fwthel uf apfovuw!"

"With chunks of apple spittle for testimonial?" Asked Coral, taking it from her hand, and taking a bite.

"Uh-huh. Say, you sure know a thing or two bout words. Did you go to some fancy academy or somethin?"

"No, I was home-schooled. Not many other colts and fillies around, so my Mother decided to teach me. It also helped that she had a sister in Manehattan. You see, there wasn't a library anywhere near where I lived, so Mother had her sister send us packages of books."

"Wow," said Apple Bloom. "Ya sure you're not related to Twilight?"

"Hah, that'd be funny," said Coral. "Anyways, I remember most of them were pretty big and heavy. I almost gave up, but Mother kept on me to keep trying, and pretty soon, I was reading at an advanced level."

"And this from the stallion who was gonna leave all this," said Applebloom, gesturing to the orchard.

"Well," continued Coral, "I was expected to help on the farm, so my studies were scaled back a bit. However, I'm no dunce. I got a good education, and I can read probably better than most stallions my age."

"Well, Ms Cheerilee was always about makin' our learnin' fun," said Applebloom, as she suddenly started to climb a tree...the effort made a bit more cumbersome by her bosom squashed against the trunk.

"Yeah, my Mother would try to do the same sometimes," said Coral, watching her out of the corner of his eye. "Of course, that was always my Mother's goal, to 'expand' my mind, and, 'grow' it beyond the normal kids."

"Sounds like she's really great," said Applebloom, now up a ways, reaching out for an apple, unpicked, high in the tree.

"Oh, she is. I thought I'd give her some time before I'd write her and Father, but I got so excited after getting hired by your family, that I wrote them immediately. Don't worry, I put in a good word for you."

"Ungh! Oh really?" Asked AB, still trying to reach for the apple she had her eye on. "And what did you-nngh!-say bout me?"

"Oh, that the Apples had a nice, polite, well-behaved daughter that always did as she was told."

"Yeah, and maybe Diamond Tiara is just Princess Luna in disguise."

"Well, I did tell them that we had a little adventure in the woods, though I kept out the part about the-"

*SNAP*

"AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!"

Coral looked up in time to see The branch AB had been holding onto, give way!

"I got you!" he cried, though the split-second falling of the over-endowed girl didn't leave him proper time to catch her, and next thing he knew, her body had caught his shoulder, and both Coral and Applebloom were soon on the ground.

Fortunately, Coral had been able to cushion Applebloom's fall, but his upper-left shoulder ached a bit.

"Oh my goodness, ah'm sorry, Coral," said AB, getting up, and offering him her hand. "Are you all-*gasp!*"

"Whu-what is it? Another Timber-wolf?" He asked, eyes suddenly darting around.

"N-no," said AB, her face turning red in the moonlight. "I-I think my, bra popped."

"O-oh," said Coral, quickly sliding out from under her, and getting to his feet.

"Ok, I'm gonna go over there, just, don't look," said AB, running to a shadowy area.

"Coral turned around, his attention on the broken branch on the ground, but his mind kept thinking about Applebloom's bra.

He knew he shouldn't be thinking what he was thinking, but he could imagine them: two golden cantaloupes attached to her body, bouncing, and vibrating with each little movement.

As if on cue, he felt a stirring under his overalls, and saw the burgeoning shape of his penis beginning to tent out his wardrobe!

Oh no, he thought. Not now! Why can't I think about Applebloom, and not grow like this!?

"Ok, you kin turn-around," came AB's voice.

Not wanting to risk embarrassing himself, Coral turned his head slightly.

Applebloom was standing there, one arm under her overall-covered bosom, and the other, holding an oversized bra.

"Um, so, I take it it's broken?" He asked.

"Yep," she said. "The clasp tore clean off. And what's even stranger? Ah think they grew agin!"

Those words sent a chill down Coral's spine, and a tingle through his loins, as he felt his 'pet snake' swelling again.

"Are you okay, Coral?"

"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you kin turn around now. Ah said so."

"Well, maybe I, um, just like, taking in the view. Like, look at that moon!"

"Oh yeah, looks like a cloud patch is comin' in."

As if on cue, the patch of cloud obscured the moon, and dimmed the lighting around the orchard.

"Well, I think we better get inside," he said, turning and walking towards the farmhouse, trying to keep a step ahead of her.

"Coral, are ya sure everythin's okay?"

"Yeahyeahyeah, I just want to get inside quick."

His pace quickened. How long would it take that cloud to pass over the moon? 4 minutes? 2 minutes? All Coral knew, was that he couldn't let her see his hard-on.

Fortunately, he reached the farmhouse before the clouds passed. Without saying a word to the Apples in the living room, he quickly rushed upstairs to his room, and closed the door.

Locking it, he slipped off his overalls, and surveyed the damage.

He wasn't rock-hard, but he was still hard nonetheless. His penis had to be at least 14 inches long, and at least as thick around as a large sausage!

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

"Coral? Coral, can we talk?"

His eyes darted to the door, and back to his penis, where, in the light of the moon from the window, it seemed to be getting bigger!

"I, I really don't feel like talking anymore tonight, Applebloom. I think I should go to sleep."

"Well, ah was just wonderin' if ah made you uncomfortable out in the orchard."

No, but you're making me even more uncomfortable in here, he thought, as his member lengthened by a few more inches!

"Please Applebloom, just leave me alone. Can't we talk about this tomorrow?"

"...oh, alright. G'night, Coral. And...thanks fer stickin' up for me earlier t'day."

Oh the irony, he thought, as her footsteps receded, and he heard her room door close.

Looking back at his penis, he was surprised to see it had stopped growing.

Curiously, he gripped his rod in his left hand, squeezing it gently.

It's gotten harder, he thought. How is this possible?

He thought about putting his overalls back on, but all he could imagine was the feeling of his package squeezed like a balloon in a vise.

I'll sleep without them, he thought to himself. Hopefully by morning, I'll be back to normal.

And with that, he pulled the covers over himself, and in a few minutes, had nodded off.

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*TWEEEEEEEEEEET*

Coral suddenly jolted awake, to find himself surrounded by presents and confetti.

"RISE AND SHINE, Coral Leaf! How ya feeling!?"

Rubbing his eyes, he found Pinkie Pie standing at the foot of his bed, a party favor in her mouth.

"P-Pinkie? What are you doing in my room?"

"Throwing you a surprise party, silly!"

"Well, it's just that it's...unexpected-"

"Well, DUUUUHHH!!! If you expected a surprise party, where'd the fun be in that? Now come on! Off with that blanket, and outta bed!"

"Wait-wait-wait, I'm not-"

But it was too late. One swipe, and the blanket was off. However, Coral was surprised to see his overalls were on!

But I thought I went to bed with them on, he wondered, as he got out of the bed. Oh well, maybe I got cold during the night and put them on. At any rate, my erection's gone.

Opening the door, he went down the hallway, but was startled when Granny's door opened, and a bunch of confetti blew in his face.

"Move yer caboose, Coral!"

The next door down, he was greeted the same way by Applejack.

"Boy howdy, yer in for the surprise of yer life!"

The final door opened, and just like before, confetti shot out, but this time, Big Mac appeared.

"Eeyup," he said, a big smile on his face.

Weird, thought Coral, as he went down the stairs, only to find Sweetie Belle in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron!

"Now there's one surprised stallion if I ever saw one," she giggled, and took his hand. "Come on in here. We got a special surprise for you on the table!"

The table was draped with a white cloth, with something moving under it. It looked like a pony, but...not quite.

"Bon appetit!"

And with a flick of her wrist, Sweetie pulled the cover off.
On the table, lay Applebloom...stark naked! Her red hair poured down the side of the table like a waterfall, and her skin shone in the light as if she had been well-oiled. Though Coral's eyes couldn't help but focus immediately on her breasts.

Her chest was just as big as before, but he noticed that as she breathed in, her chest seemed to swell each time!

As he watched them swell now to the size of soccerballs, Applebloom's eyes opened, and she sat up.

"Am ah big enough yet?" She asked, with a sad pout on her face.

"Uh, um, uh," was all he could mutter, as he saw her darkened nipples seeming to grow in size as well.

"Aww, ah'm still not big enough!" cried out Applebloom, beginning to sob loudly. "AH WANT MILK!!!"

Her yelling terrified Coral. She sounded like a bratty 8-year-old, not a grown pony!

"I'll, I'm sure there's some in the fridge," he said, and rushed to open the door, only to be greeted by Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's heads, sitting on the fridge shelves!

"Apple-boobs," they chanted. "Apple-boobs."

Slamming the door, Coral turned to find Applebloom standing behind him, her chest now 3 times larger! Each tit was the size of a beanbag chair, and her nipples stuck out, thick as soup cans!

"AH WANT MILK!!!" She screamed in his face, her tears now spurting from her eyes like a lawn sprinkler. It was when a few drops hit his mouth, that he realized they weren't tears.

"It's milk. Applebloom, you're crying milk!"

"AH AM NOT CRYIN' OVER SPILLED MILK!!" She yelled, stomping her feet, and making her massive tits wobble.

*SLAM*

Coral turned to see the Apples standing by the fridge, which Big Mac had just kicked.

"You, horrible little whipper-snapper," growled Granny Smith.

"You made mah lil' sister cry," said Applejack, her body quivering like she was going to explode.

"Now, ah'm gonna make You, Cry!" Yelled Big Mac.

Coral tried to move but Big Mac was upon him in a second! The next thing he knew, Mac had thrown open the oven door, and with one swift tear, off came Coral's overalls!

"PLEASE, STOP!! he wailed. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HER, I SWEAR!!"

"You know what ah feel like havin?" Asked Big Mac.

"N-n-no," whimpered Coral.

"CAKE!!"

With one swift motion, Mac turned up the oven heat, and with his left hand, he shoved Coral's crotch against the interior of the stove.

"STOP!! PLEASE!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!!?" he wailed. His penis felt like it was swelling in the oven. Pretty soon, he could swear he felt metal when-

*DING*

"CAKE'S ON, EVERPONY!" Cried out Applejack.

Suddenly, Big Mac grabbed Coral by the shoulders, and pulled him back. As he did so, he was shocked at what he saw.

Where his penis should have been, was a humongous, penis-shaped cake, that just kept coming, and coming out of the oven! After a few moments, the tip was free, and Coral realized his transformed wiener was as long as 3 barrels stacked on top of each other, and the diameter of one! Even though it was attached to his body, Coral was surprised that he couldn't feel his huge appendage.

"Land sakes, can't remember the last time I had cock," said Granny, licking her gums.

"Who wants tah cut the cock?" Asked Applejack.

"Oh, me! Memememe!!" Came Pinkie's voice, as she suddenly appeared...with a knife!

"I just love cock," she said raising her knife, staring into Coral's eyes. And as she did so, her face took on a hellish look, her eyes turning red, and her smile splitting all the way back to her little pink ears. "I like to start...WITH THE HEAD!!!"

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"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Coral sat bolt-upright in his bed, before hitting his forehead.

Funny, he thought. Why would I hit my head?

Blinking his eyes, he suddenly noticed the bed sheets in front of him...the tented bedsheets! Moving, them, sent a tingle through his extremities. Taking a deep breath, he threw back the covers.

His penis was still a penis, and not a cake...but it was definitely not normal anymore!

Perpendicular to his crotch, it rose up almost 2 1/2 ft in front of him, topped by a head that looked as big as a soup bowl.

Grasping it with his hands, he was shocked to find that he couldn't get his hands all the way around it!

Getting up from the bed, he stepped onto the floor, and felt a slight shift in weight. He soon realized it wasn't his penis causing the small tug, but his scrotum.

Reaching down, he was greeted not by the feel of a pair of tangerines in his hand, but a pair of softballs!

Oh dear Celestia in Canterlot, he thought. Now what am I gonna do? This thing is so big everypony's gonna notice! What can I-

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

"Wakey-wakey, Coral."

It's Applebloom, thought Coral, a tingling feeling beginning to stir in his stallionhood!

"I'm up! I'm just, I'll be down soon!"

"Oh, okay. Maybe we kin talk bout last night later on, if yer up for it."

You mean my dream where you cried milk and your family tried to cannibalize my family jewels, he thought, as he heard her walk away.
He had to get rid of this erection, and fast!

Opening the door and seeing that the hallway was clear, he held his massive erection against his body, and quickly got into the bathroom shower, turning it up to the coldest setting! Cupping one hand over his mouth, he held his penis vertically with the other hand, but after 3 minutes under the freezing water, it was still rock hard!

What is going on, he thought, growing frantically.

Turning off the shower, he threw on his overalls, his huge hard-on rubbing against his body.

Sneaking out of the bathroom, he made his way downstairs, past the kitchen. Fortunately, the Apples were preoccupied with talking about the upcoming ciderfest, giving him ample time to sneak out the back door.

Once it was closed, Coral ran for the south orchard. It was a strange feeling, the rubbing of his chest and stomach against his penis, was something he hadn't experienced before!

Once he was deep in the south orchard, he stopped. Surrounding him on all sides, were apple trees, many that hadn't even been harvested yet. Fortunately, the Apple Family had prepared for their eventual harvest of the area, and placed barrels under each tree.

Removing his overalls, Coral looked down at his enormous endowment, growing out of his crotch like a massive tree limb.

"What is wrong with you?" He said aloud. "Why won't you shrink? Please? I can't let Applebloom or the others see me like this! Please, I'm begging you!"

And as Coral wandered around the orchard his penis wavering in the air, he began to sing:

You used to be smaller, it's funny I know,
Then by age eleven, you started to grow,
They say its my hormones, how hard can it be,
Oh please, shrink for me!

You give me a tingle, when she bounces by,
But this isn't healthy, you'd poke out her eye.
I can't let her see you, stuck out past my knee,
Oh please, shrink for me!

You're over 2-point-5 feet long,
You fill up my clothes.

I gave you ice-y cold showers,
I can't feel my toes.

I want you sized-down, oh-so-bad,
I'm going insane.

Out here in this section,
Oh damn this erection,

Why do you cause me such pain-AGH!!

In his frustration, he had banged his hard-on against an apple tree. He only had a split-second of pain, when a rumble was heard, and next thing he knew, the bucket under the tree was full!

Looking up at the tree he had hit, Coral couldn't see a single apple. Somehow, as crazy as it seemed, there was enouh strength in his massive hard-on, to buck the apples from the tree!

Looking down at his johnson, he noticed it seemed...limper, and, was it finally shrinking?

Realizing the only way to get down to size, Coral took a deep breath:

You tented my bedding, a tall phallic mound.
Guess you won't get smaller, lest I knock you around.
I'll knock down some apples, clear out a few trees,
Oh please, oh please....shrink for me.

It took about 15 minutes (and some 'pleasurable pain'), but finally, Coral's penis shrank from 2 1/2 feet, to a more manageable 10 1/2 inches.

In that time, he had shaken the apples off nearly 5 dozen apple trees, though he'd have to go back to the last dozen or so, as his hard-on had started to wear off, and the brute force of his once massive hard-on, was fading.

"Coral?"

The sound of Applebloom's voice made him quickly put on his overalls. The crotch was definitely more snug than before (while his penis had shrank in size, it felt like his scrotum had not gotten smaller from his exertions).

"I'm over here," he called out.

A few moments later, Applebloom appeared.

"Alright Coral Leaf, you mind tellin' me what in blazes is goin' on with you?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, last night you start actin' funny out in the orchard. Then this mornin,' you tell me yer comin' down fer breakfast, and you don't show. Then, ah find you here in the south orchard. That's a whole lotta things that just don't make sense to me."

It's because of you, he could hear him saying in his mind. The sight of your big bosom, makes my dick grow enormous...because...because...I think I'm in love with you. But that wouldn't work. Quickly, he tried to focus on what they had been talking about last night: home, books, studying...Bingo!

"Well," said Coral, "I am sorry that you felt like I was ignoring you. It's just that...well, sometimes when I get a deep thought in my head, I tend to focus so intensely on it, that I kind of block out some things."

"I see," said AB, rubbing her chin.

"And talking about how I seem booksmart and all, got me thinking about how Ponyville, doesn't have a library anymore."

"Well, Twilight has books in her castle," said AB. "You kin ask her to borrow some, and she's usually more than happy to oblige."

"Yeah, but still, I feel Ponyville needs a new library," replied Coral, his voice building. "And I was thinking, well, um...no, it sounds stupid."

"What does?"

"No no, it's stupid."

"How kin ah tell it's stupid, if you don't tell me what it is?"

"...Ok. You know how your sister was talking about extending the ciderfest out by a few more days?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, what if in the middle of the ciderfest, we have an old-fashioned barn dance? It'll be a, a charity event. We can raffle off items, ask for book donations, and hopefully, get Ponyville back on track to having a library again!"

"That, kinda sounds like a lot of work," said AB. "We are about to really get going with the apple buckin' soon, and ah don't think we'd have the time."

"We can get your friends to help. Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and you did say Pinkie Pie is a big party planner, right? I'm sure she could make it work. Maybe Twilight could help drum up some support."

"Y'know Coral, not to sound suspicious, but, is there another reason why you're proposin' this?"

Dang it, he thought. She's just poking holes in everything I say. Okay...I'll try a half-truth.

"Well, the truth is, I was inspired a little when we went to Ponyville yesterday."

"You were?"

"Yeah. There were so many things that seemed big, but you showed me they weren't. Like Princess Twilight. I got all flustered, and you showed me how simple she was. The same with Pinkie Pie. She seems like a maniac, but, you told me she just expresses herself differently. I saw a community of ponies that care about each other...well, except for Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon, but given what I saw, I do think your hometown could benefit from a new library. That's a pretty manageable idea, isn't it? It's not like I'm asking you to raise the sun, or anything."

Applebloom just looked into Coral's green eyes, and licked her lips.

"Well...you might have somethin' there, Coral," she said. "Course, I'll have to run it by Applejack, ya understand. But if she says yes, ah'm pretty sure me and mah friends can help!"

"Applebloom! Where are ya?"

"Oh geez, it's Applejack. Ah'm supposed to be in the west orchard. I better go, but don't worry, Coral. Ah'll tell sis yer idea when I see her!"

As he watched her run off, Coral's eyes shifted to the trees around him, and down to his much fuller crotch area.

Well, it wasn't a total lie, he thought. I do think Ponyville could use a new library. Just wish I didn't need to twist the truth so much.

"And you," he said aloud, looking down at his crotch, "Behave next time. I don't want to get into anymore trouble."

Of course, it was easier said than done.

Author's Note

Well, after the first week of Chapter 1 being run through the ringer, it took a little while to get back on the horse (no pun intended).

This chapter was actually pounded out quickly after the first chapter was completed (and the main reader came back with glowing approval!), but I knew it was far from perfect, and tried to take my time, trying to make sure it made sense.

I did tighten up some areas, and we even get to delve into the realms of singing, and erotic nightmares.

The nightmare Coral has, was all written at one time, as my brain just kept trying to concoct the most horrifying thing a horny young stallion could possibly imagine (and no, I've never read Cupcakes, but that was my interpretation of part of it).

Btw, I found some inspiration for adding songs, listening to the works of Howard Ashman, and Alan Menken. Coral's lament, is actually a parody/take-off, of the song Grow For Me, from Little Shop of Horrors.

In truth, I could have had Coral meet a number of other ponies, but really...would you want a 25,000 word chapter? I was still surprised how huge the word-count on the first chapter was, and this one blew past it! I think the standard for each chapter, might be a minimum, of 7,000 words.

Hopefully, Chapter 3 might not take so long to come out, but I can't make any promises. Most of the overall story is in my head, with a mental rough outline of what each chapter might entail. A few concepts grew so large, that they ended up being mentally-assigned their own chapter.

Finally, I think how I envision the story, is a lot like the musical Little Shop of Horrors. You have an emotional story, yet there's a lot of exaggerated and ridiculous stuff happening around the young couple.

I think that is the biggest goal of this story: to walk that knife's edge, and be so emotional-yet-ridiculous, that people will take the ticket, and ride the ride.

Chapter 3

"*Yawn* Land sakes, ah'm plumb tired," said Applebloom. "Ah don't remember applebuckin' being this exhaustin.'"

"Well, you gotta admit," said Scootaloo, "your own apple buckets are looking a little larger than last year."

The two girls, along with Sweetie Belle, shared a laugh as they sat in AB's bedroom. The Apple family was still in the midst of harvesting their biggest apple crop, but Scootaloo was right: the added weight to Applebloom's chest had definitely felt like a hindrance ever since the harvesting had begun. Luckily, Applejack had given in to her sister's requests for some extra breaks, even though she stressed how important it was that they finish harvesting as soon as possible.

"Yuh sure can say that agin," said Applebloom, hefting her bosom with both hands. "They're definitely more than a handful."

"So, how are those bras and underwear my sister gave you?" Asked Sweetie Belle. "They still fit?"

"Actually, no," replied AB. "Ah didn't want to say anythin,' but mah bras haven't felt comf'terble for a few weeks now."

"I thought you looked a little fuller," said Scootaloo.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Asked Sweetie. "Rarity's been back in town for a few days since the Baltimare Fashion Blitz. I'm sure we can stop by and get you fitted for some new tops. Uh, it is just your tops that are getting smaller, right?"

"Uh-huh. Ever'thin else fits just fine."

"Speaking of fine," said Scootaloo, with a smile, "how are things going with you and Coral?"

"Scoots, ah told you: we're just friends."

"Yeah, sure. That's always how it starts," said the young Pegasus. "Deny it all you want, but I think he likes you."

"Oh, stop it."

"Would it really be bad if he did like you?" Asked Sweetie, curiously.

"Well, yes-ah mean no, ah-mean, oh ah don't know, okay?" Said Applebloom, her voice getting louder.

"Okay okay," said Scootaloo. "Sorry I brought it up."

"Ah mean, ah guess I take after Applejack, is all," said AB, looking at her friends. "She's never really had any stallions she's shown an interest in. Well, none ah've ever known of. She works hard an, she always wants to do right by our family. And, that's what ah want to do too."

"Though you got to admit, Coral is a hard worker," said Sweetie, looking out the window. "Can't believe he was already working when we showed up."

"Yeah, he's been goin' out earlier these days," said Applebloom. "First time, was right after that one evening out in the orchard."

"What!?" said Sweetie, inching closer to her friend. "You two were out in the orchard? Come on, Applebloom, are you hiding something from us?"

"No Sweetie Belle, ah am not! It was just, a nice evening out, and, we gots to talkin' bout things and...then, he got real quiet, and rushed past me into the house."

"Well, did he give a reason why? Maybe he heard somethin' out in the orchard."

"Ah tried gettin' it outta him the next day, but he snuck outta the house and went straight down to the south orchard. Not sure how long he'd been out there, but he'd filled a few dozen buckets by the time ah arrived."

"And still no reason?"

"Well, yes and no. He claimed he got this thought in his head, bout trying to put on a barn dance durin' the ciderfest, to raise money for building Ponyville a new library. Ah mean, it sounded plausible, but, ah don't think that's the kind of thing a stallion would get so pre-occupied over."

"Maybe he's one of those creative types that just gets really hooked on an idea," said Sweetie Belle. "Rarity does it all the time. I remember one time during lunch, she had an epiphany about a design, and just ran back to the boutique to work on it...and I had to pay for my meal, and the one she didn't eat."

"Maybe," said Applebloom. "We did bring it up to sis the day after. Took her awhile to warm up to the idea, given how busy things are round here. Ah think Coral was relieved she said yes."

"So, now you're planning a dance?"

"Yes, and no. Ah just figure we can ask Pinkie Pie when we get the chance."

"Well, if anypony can pull off a barn dance, it's her. Should be smooth sailing for Coral and you."

"Look, we've rambled on enough about stallions and dances," said Scootaloo. "Are we going to do anything fun today?"

"We could go down to the swimming hole," suggested Sweetie. "When was the last time we did that?"

"Around the start of Summer," said Scootaloo, "Now sounds like as good a time as any. After the cider festival, there's the zap apple harvest, and then it'll start to get colder. So what do ya say, Cutie Mark Crusaders?"

"It sounds fun," said Applebloom, "but ah don't think ah can."

"Why not?"

"Member when ah said mah bras were getting too tight? Ah'm pretty sure mah swimsuit's also gonna be a problem."

"Well that settles it," said Sweetie, rising to her hooves. "Your bras don't fit, your swimsuit doesn't fit: we're gonna visit Rarity!"

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*THWACK* *RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE*

Coral watched as a whack with his wooden branch, sent another load of apples into the buckets. His erection hadn't lasted as long today as it normally did, and he'd quickly taken up his 'whackin' branch' (at least that's what Granny Smith had named it), for a good portion of the morning.

"Coral!"

His ears perked up, at the sound of Applebloom's voice.

"Over here, Applebloom," he called out.

Pretty soon a rustling of leaves brought forth AB and her friends.

"Hi girls. Enjoying Applebloom's little break from work today?"

"Well we were going to," said Scootaloo. "Sweetie Belle suggested we go down to the swimming hole, but, Applebloom needs a few things."

"Yeah, important things," said Sweetie, smiling mischievously.

"What, like a rubber raft, or an innertube?" asked Coral.

"No, some new bras and a swimsuit."

"Sweetie Belle," hissed Applebloom.

"What? You do!"

"Anyways," said AB, shooting her friend a major case of 'stink-eye,' "It usually takes Rarity some time to make things, so, we bumped back our plans by a few days. Applejack and Big Mac weren't too happy, but ah promised to work extra-hard durin' ciderfest."

"Speaking of work," said Scootaloo, "when was the last time you had a break, Coral?"

"Well, I am the hired hand," said Coral, whacking at another tree, putting on a little show for the girls. "I don't reckon Applejack is paying me to sit around."

"Yeah, but Applebloom told us you're doing a great job," said Sweetie Belle.

"Ah did?" asked AB.

"Of course! You were telling us, 'Boy howdy! That Coral Leaf is a right strong stallion! Knockin' apples down left and right out there. Ah bet he'd give mah bruther a run for his money.'"

"It wasn't, quite like that," said AB, her 'stink-eye' at Sweetie Belle getting 'stinkier,' "Ah merely said that you were really doing a good job harvestin' the trees out here."

"Well, I am half-done with the south orchard," said Coral, whacking at another tree with his stick.

"Besides, if I do finish early, I can always help Applejack, Big Mac, or you."

"Applebloom, this guy sounds too good to be true," said Sweetie, going over to Coral, and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Coral Leaf, I think you got work on the brain in a big way. And, speaking as a friend of a friend, we propose you come swimming with us."

"We do?" Came Scootaloo and Applebloom's voices in unison.

"Well, thanks," said Coral, gulping hard. "I appreciate the invitation, but I can't."

"Look, if you're worried about missing work, you don't have to come for the whole afternoon," said Sweetie. "I'm sure Applejack and Big Mac wouldn't mind if you just took off for an hour or two."

"It's not that," said Coral, taking a whack at another Appletree, and feeling a slight throbbing in in his crotch. "I, well, I just don't want to talk about it."

"Why not?" Asked Sweetie Belle, following behind him.

"I, just don't," he replied, winding up to take a whack at another apple tree.

"Well, thennostickforyou!" She said, catching him off guard, and grabbing the branch out of his hands.

"Hey! Sweetie Belle, I need that," he said, as she started running through the orchard.

"You want it back, spill the beans," she giggled, managing to stay a few steps ahead.

"No! Applebloom, Scootaloo, can't you do something?"

"Well," said Applebloom, as Sweetie and Coral ran by, "ah suppose we could-"

"But we won't!" Interjected Scootaloo, enjoying the little game her friend was playing.

"Aw, come on!" Called out Coral, as Sweetie bounced around like a busty little nymph.

"Come on," she called back, "why so slow? You should be able to catch me."

Well, you don't have a monster cock between your legs, he though to himself, as she flounced past him a 5th time.

"Nyah-nyah," she cried, waving it in his face, almost out of reach. "Can't have it back til'-"

Before she could react, Coral's right hand had shot out, and grabbed the end.

"You were saying?" He asked smugly.

"Well, I'm still not letting go," said Sweetie, gripping her end of the branch with both hands.

"Sweetie Belle, give it back!"

"No, tell us why!"

"No!"

"Tell us!!"

"NO!!!"

The outburst from Coral was enough to startle Sweetie, and that split-second caused her to let go enough for Coral to claim the stick back. However, with 140 pounds of girl no longer pulling on it, he lost his balance, and pitched backwards.

*WHACK*

The back of his head hit the tree trunk behind him, and the world exploded in small flashes of stars, a second before-

*SMACK*

-his stick contacted his forehead, and the small flashes increased tenfold.

The impact also dislodged a few apples, and a small amount rained down around him, as Coral collapsed to the ground!

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh," gasped Sweetie, as she and the others ran over to Coral.

"Why'd ya do that for?" demanded Applebloom.

"I didn't mean it," said Sweetie, nervously from her friend, "Coral, I'm sorry, that wasn't intentional!"

"I don't see any blood," said Scootaloo, kneeling down next to him, "though his forehead looks a little red."

"Ah think he'll be fine," said Applebloom, as she leaned over him, her large chest pressing on his. "Coral, kin ya hear me? It's Applebloom."

"No...under...wear..."

Her orange eyes shot open at the words, and she backed away quickly."

"Wh-what did you just say?"

"No, under, wear," said Coral, weakly, leaning on his left arm, as his right hand felt a bump on the back of his head, and some tenderness on his forehead. "I...I don't have any underwear, or swimtrunks. There, happy Sweetie? UNGH, my head."

"Whoa, hold on," said Scootaloo. "You mean, right now you're-"

"Yeah, you got it," said Coral, slowly getting on his feet.

"Yah mean ta tell me you came all the way to Ponyville...with no underthings?" Asked Applebloom, a little apprehensively.

"It's, a long story," said Coral, grasping his whacking branch, and looking at Sweetie in an annoyed manner, "and no, you're not going to hear it."

"Coral," said Sweetie. "Please, is there any-"

"Just, don't talk to me right now," he said, breathing heavily.

Sweetie Belle quietly walked away, with Scootaloo following after her. Applebloom meanwhile, came over to Coral, and put her hand on his shoulder (and found part of her left breast pressing against his arm).

"She really didn't mean it, Coral," she said. "Please don't be mad at Sweetie Belle."

"I'm not mad," he said. "I'm just...upset. I, I just need to breathe. It's not easy to think when you get hit with a tree, and a branch in 2 seconds."

"Maybe ah should get some ice. That might help ya."

"No, no. I'm a big boy, I'll be alright."

"Except fer your underpants."

"Huh-whuh?"

"Ah think, we need to do some shoppin," said Applejack, giving his overalls a little pat (though not in a particular area).

"No-no, really, you don't need to do that."

"Well personally, your clothin' situation right now sounds a bit...gross. Ah don't normally talk about, 'guy-things,' but ah feel we should get you some."

"I'd prefer, not to," replied Coral.

"Whut is it with you and underwear?"

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it. Oh look, your friends are back."

Scootaloo led the two-pony group, with Sweetie avoiding Coral's eyes.

"Coral, Sweetie Belle wanted me to tell you she's very sorry for what happened," said Scootaloo. "She said she understands if you don't want to speak to her, but, she wants to make it up to you."

"Alright. How?"

"Well as we said, we were going to Rarity's to get Applebloom some new things to wear. Sweetie is pretty sure her sister can make you some 'things' too...along with maybe, a pair of swimtrunks?"

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It hadn't been easy to convince Applejack to let Coral go with them into town. With the harvesting deadline not too far off, and Applebloom's slow-down due to her 'added strain,' AJ was more-than-justified in her concerns.

It took Coral promising that he'd be back in time to get some more work in before dinner, before the three fillies and Coral were finally on their way. Of course, Sweetie stayed a distance from Coral, who still seemed a bit perturbed towards her after 'the orchard incident.'

"Boy, your sister seemed a little more worked up than usual," said Scootaloo.

"Well, this is our family's biggest harvest ever," said Applebloom. "Once we get that taken care of, then we got tah sort em, and then prep the equipment for the cider festival."

"And get the barn ready for the dance," said Coral. "I wonder if, maybe we should just forget about th-"

"Don't be ridiculous," chimed in Sweetie. "Applebloom told us how concerned you were about Ponyville not having a new library. I think it's an excellent idea."

"Tryin' to get back on his good side much?" whispered AB.

"Shh," whispered back Sweetie.

"Still, ah feel it shouldn't be too much of a problem," said Applebloom. "After all, we'll have Pinkie Pie planning it. That means most of the heavy liftin's already been takin' care of."

"Speaking of 'heavy lifting,' asked Scootaloo, "do you really think it was a good idea to go to Rarity's without a-"

"Well, it was either feel like ah wuz bein' bound up, or breathin' a bit easier," said Applebloom, feeling a bit apprehensive to be discussing these things around Coral.

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*RING-A-LING*

The little bell over the door in Carousel Boutique rang, as the group entered.

"I hear you," came a sweet voice from up a nearby flight of stairs. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm just taking care of a few things, but I'll be right down!"

"Must be working on a new project or somethin," said Sweetie, turning to Coral. "That's my sister: always trying to push herself with a new project, or idea."

The candy-colored room was definitely not what Coral was used to. It's soft shades of purple, pink, and blue, definitely made him feel like a stallion in a strange place.

"It looks like she just handles pony-clothing," said Coral, his eyes falling on a yellow dress with white lace, on a sewing dummy. "Are you sure she also designs for stallions?"

"Oh but of course, darling!"

The voice came from the nearby stairway, and a sparkling white pony with even more sparkling blue eyes, descended. Her purple hair spiraled into a curl that bobbed with each step, and she wore a lavendar skirt that went past her knees, and a light, flowing blue top, that almost looked like it could have been made of cloud.

"Why, hello girls. Ooo, and I see you brought a new friend! And, who might this handsome young stallion be?"

"This is Coral Leaf," said Sweetie. "He's helping Applebloom and the Apples with their harvest."

"So I've heard," said Rarity, shaking Coral's hand. "Twilight and I chatted before I went off to Baltimare, and your name happened to come up. So, you're the Apple's new farmhand?"

"That's right," said Coral. "And Applebloom was telling me about some of your more famous clients a little while ago."

"Oh! Well, it all depends on what you mean by, 'fame,'" said Rarity.

It was obvious to the girls that he had said the magic word, as Rarity took a deep breath, and continued talking.

"Carousel Boutique has been all about pushing boundaries, and making some of the most beautiful, and stunning outfits and designs. I stand by every one of my items, which puts me head and shoulders above the competition. I'd show you the awards and accolades the fashion world has heaped on me over the years, but I am far-too-modest to do so."

"Okay," said Coral. "Well, th-"

"But let me show you this!" Said Rarity, rushing over to an oak-wood box. Opening it, she revealed a gold statue of a pony, stylized as if being swept along a trail of spiraling silk.

"This little beauty I won in Baltimare. See the plaque? 'Best in Show: Raretee'-WHAT!!? HOW COULD THEY MISSPELL MY-"

"Rarity!"

Sweetie Belle's voice seemed to break the spell, and Rarity's frozen expression of shocked anger, relaxed into a look of ladylike calm.

"Ahem. Well, I am sure this, little formality can be addressed...another time. Now then, what brings you four to my shop today?"

"I was wondering if you could help out Applebloom and Coral," explained Sweetie. "You see, we want to go swimming in a few days, and we were hoping you could maybe create some things for them."

"And...we both need some help in other...areas," said Applebloom, her eyes cast down at the floor.

"Why whatever do you mean, Applebloom?" asked Rarity.

The bosomy filly glanced around nervously, then walked over, and whispered in Rarity's ear. The other girls and Coral watched as Rarity's eyes darted around, narrowed, popped open, and ended with her mouth pursed into an 'o' shape.

"Well, that certainly does sound like a tall order," said Rarity, as Applebloom took a few steps back. "And while I have some new fashion ideas I would love to begin, I shall put them on hold, for the good of you both."

"Thanks for helping out, Rarity," said Coral, as she headed over to a drawer. "This really means a lot to me. I mean, us, I mean-"

"Oh-puh-kuh-puh," sputtered Rarity, as she pulled out a tape measure, and put on her glasses, "it's the least I can do! Now Coral, since you seem to be in a state of being somewhat, under-dressed, maybe we should take care of you first?"

"Okay," he said. "You are the designer, after all."

"Excellent! Girls, why don't you go upstairs? Once I'm done with Coral, I'll call up for Applebloom to come down."

The girls quickly shuffled upstairs. Once they were out of sight, Rarity went around to each of the nearby windows, and pulled the curtains.

"Is that necessary?" Asked Coral.

"My dear, do you even realize what you're asking?" Asked Rarity, as the final curtain was pulled. "I am taking measurements on a young stallion, who has nothing under his work clothes. If you'd prefer I leave the curtains open, you might just as well we measure you in the town square."

"Oh, right," said Coral. "Truth is, I've never really had a, 'personal measuring' like this one."

"Oh really? And do you usually go around without undergarments?"

"Not always," said Coral, as Rarity motioned for him to stand up on a raised platform. "A few years ago, I started having some, issues."

"Hmm, and what might those issues be?"

"I...can I trust you to keep this a secret?"

"Oh, but of course, darling. It's an unwritten clause in my designer's code: what goes on during our session, will not be divulged to outside ears."

"And, you promise not to freak out?"

"O-ho-ho Coral, I don't see what could possibly make you think that you could somehow freak me out...is it an injury?"

"No."

"A scar?"

"No."

"A discoloration?"

"No! It's...well, you said you'd keep this a secret, and, since it ties into this fitting...well, here goes."

As Rarity watched, Coral undid the buckles on his overalls, and as her eyes followed them down to the platform's surface, her eyes suddenly found themselves affixed to his crotch.

The young stallion looked like any normal, strapping young man...except for what she was seeing.

His penis was huge! It hung down almost 3/4 the length of his upper thighs, and looked to be almost as thick around as his forearm. Underneath, she could see his scrotum, which also looked quite 'abundant.' Where one would probably have found a manageable handful of male testicles, it was clear to see that both hands would be needed to cup what was dangling by several inches.

"Um, Rarity?"

"..."

"Rarity?"

"..."

"Rarity!"

The extra volume seemed to do the trick. Her black eyelashes fluttered, and her head wobbled.

"Wh-I-oh my, I am so sorry," she said. "So, um, when did it, become...like this?"

"It started after I turned 11," he said. "I used to be normal, but then suddenly, it started getting...bigger."

"So I see," said Rarity, unable to pull her eyes away. "Did you go to a Doctor?"

"The closest one we went to couldn't figure out what was wrong with me," he replied. "It was suggested that we see a specialist in Canterlot, but we couldn't afford to do that."

"Oh my, you poor thing," she said, un-spooling her tape measure. "So, I take it, this is the reason why you don't have any undergarments?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I don't think I've had any for over 5 years now."

"5 YEARS!!?"

"Rarity!"

"Oh right-righ-tright, sorry. It's just, shocking that a nice, big, strong young stallion like yourself, would be so...endowed."

"I guess that's, one way to put it."

"Now, I'm just wondering, um...this isn't it's, full-size, is it?"

"No, it definitely gets bigger."

"I can imagine-I-I-I mean, not to put any undue, 'strain' on you dear but, surely you understand for my, purposes youseethetapemeasurehereand-"

"You want to get exact measurements?"

"I-i-if it's not too much trouble," squeaked Rarity, feeling her white cheeks flushing.

"Well, I just need to concentrate on something," said Coral, a little red flushing his orange cheeks, but not as severely as Rarity's.

"I-is there a way to know when you've, um, achieved..full-size?"

"There's usually a strong, tingling sensation?"

"O-oh, good! That should help me greatly in getting what I need! Um, if you want privacy, I do have my changing booths over there."

"I think I may need something not so...confining?"

"Oh, right-right-right-yes-of-course-oh-hoh, I don't know what's come over me!"

Using her magic, Rarity quickly unfolded a three-panel divider nearby.

"Now, just go behind there, and you can come out when you're...done!"

Coral descended down from the raised platform, still feeling a little embarrassed to be naked in front of a pony like Rarity, who was currently all smiles.

Walking behind the divider, he took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

__________

He could see her clearly.

Standing in front of the Apple's barn, stood Applebloom. Her golden skin almost sparkling in the noon-day sun. Her red hair done up in a ponytail, though topped with a large pink bow.

She raised her arms over her head, and arched her back, sticking out her chest, which was straining a light-green top, with several buttons down the front. A little of bit of her midriff could be seen, before soke tight cutoff jean shorts encased her hips.

"NNGH!" She grunted, arching her back a few more times. "Shore is hot out t'day. Think ah'll cool off."

As Coral watched, she picked up a green hose, and unspooled about 15 ft of it, before turning the spigot on the nozzle it was attached to. In a few seconds, water spurted from the end of the hose, and AB stuck her thumb over it, allowing the stream of water to fan out in a cooling wave.

"Ah, so good," she sighed, as the spray of water spread across her clothing, soaking every inch of her body, and plastering her outfit to it.

"Funny...still, feel...warm," she murmured, breathing a bit heavier. She waved the spray over her large chest, and that was when Coral saw something that made him warm up too.

Her chest was growing! The light cotton material made it clearer, as the stretchy material attempted to cling to the young filly's swelling spheres, but soon gave up, as her chest soon reached the size of large basketballs.

Gaps began to appear between the white buttons, growing wider by the second, until one-by-one, the little white circles popped off from the strain.

Applebloom was moaning louder, and as Coral watched, her left hand snaked down along the enormous curve of her left breast, and dipped into her shorts. He could see her hand moving against the tight denim, and when she shuddered, he knew she had found what she was looking for.

"Still...so...warm," she moaned, as her button-less top rose above the beachball-sized curves of her still-growing chest! In a matter of seconds, the shirt looked like a child's, as her bosom reached the size of two apple carts!

Soon, she leaned forward, and her golden globes touched the ground, their shapes still swelling, looking like slightly-squished water balloons against the Earth.

Even her once small nipples were a sight to behold. They had swelled up into two puffy bulges, each the size of a loaf of bread.

As he watched them plump up inch-by-inch, Coral could feel it: that warm tingling feeling, deep down in his groin. He wanted to stay in this moment longer, but he could feel the sensation washing over him like an electric shock, that spread from his midsection, and out to every part of his body!

__________

Opening his eyes, Coral didn't have to look far, to see what his fantasy about Applebloom's body, had done to his own body.

His penis stretched out in front of him, raised up at a slight angle. Reaching out to touch it with both hands, it bobbled a bit in the air, and a slight stroke of it with his left hand, caused a tingle that gave him goosebumps!

He could see a vein snaking along the length of his monstrous member, and the tip looked like a child's safety helmet! It's diameter was at least a foot, and he was surprised when stroking along the shaft with his right hand, how much girth he was grasping!

Reaching down, the palm of his left hand contacted his scrotum, which had also grown in size. It felt like one of his testicles had swelled to the size of softballs!

Well, he thought, guess it's time for measuring.

"Ok, Rarity...I'm ready."

"Oh! Very well then, Coral. Now let's see what we have to work with. Well, that certainly is b-b-b-b-bah-bah-bah-bah-h-h-h-hu-hu-hu-geh-he-eheh-heh-b-b-"

As Coral fully revealed himself to Rarity, he was slightly amused by the look on her face, which was contorted into a look of shock and awe as she tried to speak properly.

"Yeah, I had a feeling some ponies might react like this," he said, trying humor to break her out of her stupor.

Rarity attempted another few seconds of trying to speak, before shaking her head.

"S-sorry, Coral. It's just, I had no idea when you said it would get...bigger...T-that you would mean, this big. I'm beginning to see why you have been going 'au naturale' for so long."

"Yeah," said Coral, as he walked over to the raised platform, each step causing his member to wobble, until soon, he was standing, ready to be measured.

"Well," said Rarity, taking a deep breath, and wiping her forehead, "let's begin, shall we?"

__________

15 minutes later, Rarity had the tape measure around her shoulders, and was scribbling down some things in a notepad.

"Alright, Coral, I think I know what we're dealing with here," she said. "I hope you don't mind that I also measured your whole body, but given what I've seen, I think I can spruce you up with something besides those overalls of yours."

"If you think you can make me some new clothes, I'm up for it," said Coral. "I haven't spent much of what the Apples have paid me-"

"Ah-pah-kuh," came Rarity's voice. "You're obviously a handsome young stallion who not only needs support for some of the ...larger things in your life, but one who needs some definite wardrobe improvements. And I intend to let my element of generosity shine! Speaking of generous, I think it's fairly certain we'll need plenty of fabric...down there. Do you know if you're almost done...growing?"

"I have no idea. It feels like ever since I came to Ponyville, it started, getting bigger again."

"Hmm," said Rarity, deep in thought. "Maybe something in the water? Oh well, no matter about that. I think I have just the right material for your equipment!"

Going through a nearby doorway, Rarity returned in a few minutes with a shiny purple material.

"Now, I have this in several different colors, but I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by what it has to offer."

"What does it do?"

"Oh, you'll see," she replied, snipping off a 2x2 foot square, and standing up next to Coral on the platform.

"Now, if you'll extend your arm out, please?"
Coral obeyed, and Rarity pressed the material against his fist.

"What does it feel like?"

"Kind of like cotton...but, almost like rubber?"

"Bingo! It's a synthetic blend I picked up in Manehattan a few moons ago, though I never found a proper use for it...until you!"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Just hold your arm straight and steady, and I'll show you."

Coral did as he was told, and as he watched, Rarity pulled the material towards his forearm. As she did so, the cloth seemed to conform to his arm, almost like a sock to a foot! He almost expected it to feel tight, but it had a surprising amount of 'give' to it!

"Th-that's amazing!" He said aloud.

"Oo-hoo-hoo! I knew you'd see it, too!" Squealed Rarity. "So, as you can gather, We can use this material for some nice undergarments that will fit you. If you find yourself getting bigger, the strength of this material should be enough to hold you comfortably, AND, it should provide you with enough room if you still aren't finished growing yet."

"I wish I had this kind of stuff when I was in my mid-teens," said Coral, feeling the material on his arm. "I wouldn't have had to go around without any underwear."

"Well, Rarity is here to make sure that that won't be the case ever again!" She said, taking a step forward, and knocking against his still firm stallionhood. "Oops! I am sorry, Coral. Um, do you have a method to, shrink it down?"

"It's a little more stubborn these days," he said. "I sometimes...well, maybe not."

"Like I said before Coral dear, nothing we discuss here will leave this room."

Coral looked around apprehensively, and then whispered something in her ear...that caused her eyes to grow wide!

"Really? Doesn't that hurt?"

"A bit, but I'm usually tingling enough, and with enough whacks, I wear it down."

"A-but-but-but still, you are young, and you shouldn't be...banging it around like a piece of wood!"

"Well, all I need is something solid enough to, um, beat it against?"

"I see," said Rarity, looking around. "And you obviously don't want the girls to see-wait, you don't want the girls to see this?"

"No."

"But, whyever not?"

"I...I don't want them to think I'm, strange," he said. "I mean, not all stallions have a massive meat-stick like this."

"Well, speaking as one pony to a stallion," said Rarity. "I think you may be working yourself up over nothing."

"Well, 3 feet of stallionhood isn't nothing."

"No, it isn't, but it does makes you unique. You know, like a...a diamond in the rough."

"A what?"

"It's an expression, darling. It simply means that you are a unique individual."

"Well, I guess that's better than feeling...like a bit of a freak."

"Oh, do not even think that of yourself," said Rarity. "From the time we've spent together, you strike me as a very respectable, polite, and...well, endowed young stallion. And I bet if you play your cards right, maybe one day you'll make some lucky pony, very happy."

"I hope so," said Coral, glancing slightly up at the ceiling.

"Now, we need to work on getting your, ahem, appendage, down to a more manageable size. So, I think it's time we-um, I mean, you, should get to work."

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It took a little while, but after 10 minutes of knocking his stallionhood between some soft rolls of fabric (lesser-used material that Rarity was fine with being wrinkled), Coral's erection was reduced to a more manageable 1 1/4 ft long.

Even at this size, Rarity could see him wary of it poking out against his overalls. So, using some soft cotton material, she bound it loosely against his stomach.

It was slightly awkward, but Coral managed as best he could, going upstairs, and knocking on the door to a rather 'noisy' room.

"Applebloom? It's your turn."

"Ah'm comin'!"

A few moments later, Applebloom emerged from the room.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Better than I expected. She said she'll have some new things for me in a few days."

"Sounds good! Ah can't wait to see-oh, right, she's makin' you some new underthings," said Applebloom, blushing as she recalled why they had brought Coral.

"Well, she is going to make me some swim trunks, and I did tell her that I don't have a lot of clothes, so she's offered to make me some new...ensembles?"

"That sounds like Rarity," said AB. "Well, ah better git down there. You kin hang out with Sweetie and Scootaloo til' ah git back."

"Um, ok," said Coral, as she walked past, and disappeared down the stairs.

Going into the room, he closed the door, and turned to find the other girls quietly staring at him.

"Ensembles? So, what's my sister going to make you?" Asked Sweetie.

"Not totally sure yet," he replied, sitting down (if a bit more 'erect' than usual). "Underwear, some swimwear, and some things she said she was still thinking about."

"Well, at least it sounds like you'll be able to go swimming with us," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah," said Sweetie, "Sounds great that you can join us. It's not often we invite others to come along, especially a stallion like yourself."

"Well, thanks," said Coral. "I guess you're right. Maybe I have been working a bit hard out in that orchard."

"Speaking of, 'working hard,'" said Scootaloo. "Applebloom said you've been doing some...strange things."

"Oh...like what?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Sweetie Belle, rolling her eyes innocently. "Like, wandering together in the orchard...you working kinda early?"

"I, I just thought it would be a nice night for a walk," said Coral, a small knot forming in his stomach. "And, Applejack hired me to buck apples and help, so, that's why I'm getting out there early."

"But not even a greeting to the Apples, or grabbing a small bite to eat?"

"I, just, got a lot of things on my mind."

"A lot of things you say?" Asked Sweetie. "Or, maybe, 'one thing?'"

"Eh-heh, and what might that be?" He chuckled, trying to make it sound like they were joking.

"Applebloom," Sweetie and Scootaloo replied, in unison.

"D-don't be ridiculous. She's just, a friend."

"Funny, she said the same thing about you this morning," smiled Scootaloo.

"She did?"

"Yeah," chimed in Sweetie Belle. "And she s-s-stuttered, just like that."

"Well, I think you two are making a big deal out of nothing," he said, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else. "And, besides, I'm...I'm still mad at you, Sweetie Belle."

"You...you are?" She said, eyes getting wide.

"Y-yes, I am," he replied, voice getting a bit louder. "My head still aches, and who knows, I, why I might even have brain damage."

"No Coral, please don't say that," she said, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I really didn't mean it. P-please don't...b-be...WHHHAAHHHH!!"

Coral's face suddenly took on a look of worried shock as Sweetie Belle buried her face in a nearby pillow, wailing and sobbing. He hoped that the sobs hadn't carried downstairs.

"y-*sniff*-y-you hate me!" She sobbed into the pillow.

"No no no, I don't," he said, rushing over to her, sitting down as her pink and purple curls bobbed from her crying fit.

"Yes y-y-you do!"

"I don't, honest! Please Sweetie Belle, I'm sorry. I-it really, doesn't hurt...that bad," he said, rubbing the back of his head...though it did cause him to wince slightly.

She made one more sob, before making a loud sniffling, and turning her teary-eyes to his.

"Y-you're really sorry?"

"Yes, I am. You were just having some, fun, and you just got carried away. I guess I just, overreacted."

"*sniff* Well, if it makes you feel any better," said Sweetie, wiping her eyes, "Scootaloo and I, have something we want to tell you, right Scoots?"

"Yeah," said Scootaloo, sitting down next to Coral.

"Really? What's that?"

"You lie worse than we do."

And before he could realize he'd been tricked, both of the fillies began tickling him, Sweetie in his chest, Scootaloo on his back. It was just Coral's luck that he was ticklish, and pretty soon, he was at their mercy.

"Say it, Coral!"

"No!"

"Say you like Applebloom!"

"E-hee-hee, n-n-no!"

"We're not going anywhere, until you confess."

"A-hah-hah-hah-hah-never!"

"Very well, death by tick-what the-?"

Coral felt Sweetie's fingers tickle along a portion of his overalls where his anchored member was, and jerk away. He quickly used that moment to spin away from the girls, gasping for air.

"S-s-stay away!"

"Huh? What just happened?" Asked Scootaloo.

"What was that?" Asked Sweetie.

"None of your business," said Coral, breathing heavily. Looking around, he spotted a nearby closet, and quickly rushed inside, locking the door.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Coral?" Came Sweetie's voice from the other side of the door. Please open up."

"Why? So you two can touch me again? Get me to say things about...Applebloom?"

"No! Honest to Luna, we just wanna...wanna talk with you."

"Yeah, that's twice I've fallen for your tricks today," he said, scrunching himself into a ball, among a number of materials and fabrics.

"It's just, was that yer...thingy?"

"What thingy?" came Scootaloo's voice.

"When we were tickling him, I felt something through his overalls, I think it was his-"

"I can still hear you, you know," he said, angrily eyeing the door.

"Is, is that why you don't wear any...underwear?" Came Scootaloo's voice.

Coral remained silent. He wasn't going to have a conversation through a closet door about his secret. If it meant waiting for Applebloom to come back from her fitting, he'd wait. They could keep knocking, but there was no way he'd open the door early.

Just as he had made that vow, something slipped under the door.

Finding a hanging light switch overhead, he flicked it on. Near the bottom of the door, he saw a folded piece of paper, with a frown-y face on it, and the words, "please read me," in swooping cursive.

He tried to remain strong, but he groaned, and snatched it up from the floor.

This is your fault, Mother, he thought to himself. You always told me to be nice to girls, and look where it's got me. Locked in a closet, reading a note.

Opening it up, the same swooping penmanship outlined a small letter.

Coral -

I know you have probably already made up your mind to hate me, but for realsies, I am sorry. I'm sorry for you hitting your head this morning, and for tricking you a little while ago.

If you want to come out, Scootaloo and I promise no more tricks today. I feel we may have crossed a line, and upset you even more.
We are just going to sit on the bed, until you come out first, or Applebloom comes up. We promise we won't tell her what we were talking about, or, other things.

Cross our hearts and hope to fly, Stick some cupcakes in our eyes.

Sorry,

Sweetie Belle & Scootaloo

Coral threw down the letter. He closed his eyes, trying to stay angry at both of the fillies on the other side of the door. He scrunched up his face into a tight grimace of anger...but just like when he picked up the letter, he rolled his eyes and groaned.

Taking a long sigh, he unlocked the door, and opened it slowly. As had been described in the letter, both of the girls were sitting quietly on the bed nearby, their hands in their laps. Upon seeing his head peering out, they each made an 'X' across their chests with their fingers, before cupping a hand over their right eyes, tying into their hand-signed promise.

Sighing, Coral opened the door wider, and went over to a chair near one of Rarity's sewing machines.

He turned his head away from the two fillies, looking out the window towards Ponyville.

"Apology accepted," he mumbled. "And yes...it was."

"H-has it-"

"No."

The small group sat in silence for 12 more minutes. Eventually, the door opened, and Applebloom walked in.

"Sorry it took so long. Rarity said there's definitely a bit more of me to go around."

It was then she noticed the quietness of the room.

"Is ever'thang alright?"

"Yep, right as rain," said Scootaloo.

"We heard some noise from downstairs," said Applebloom. "Ah expected things to be a bit more...excitin' than this."

"Well," said Sweetie Belle, "we were-"

"Meditating," said Coral.

"Meditating?" Asked Applebloom.

"Yeah," he replied. "Sweetie and Scoots were wondering how I keep my concentration out in the field? So, we decided to give it a try. Right, girls?"

"Um, yeah," said Sweetie. "Really, um, did the trick!"

"You bet," chimed in Scootaloo. "Why I feel way more relaxed than when we first got here. Maybe you can join us next time, Applebloom."

"Well thanks, but we better get on back to Sweet Apple Acres," said Applebloom. "Coral has to get in some more work before dinner, like we promised Applejack."

"Great idea," said Coral. "Lead the way, AB."

As Applebloom walked out the door, Coral winked at the two fillies.

"Not bad," whispered Sweetie Belle, as they followed their friend downstairs.

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Rarity assured Coral and Applebloom, that it would take 3 days to finalize their new clothing, and with that, the small gang headed back towards Sweet Apple Acres.

They hadn't gone far when a familiar voice rang in their ears.

"Oh my gosh, did she just come out of Carousel Boutique?"

The three girls rolled their eyes in unison, and Coral's memory of that sweet-and-sour voice made him turn his head.

Sure enough, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were a few steps behind them.

"Guess Apple-boobs finally took the hint to get some extra support for her udders."

"Leave her alone," said Scootaloo, stopping in her tracks, and looking back at the two girls.

"Or what, no-fly-zone?" asked Diamond.

"Oo, burn," squealed Silver Spoon.

"That's not, funny," said Applebloom, her lip curling into a frown.

"Oh no," gasped Diamond, "watch out girls. Don't you know that upset little cows give curdled mi-"

Diamond Tiara didn't get to finish her diatribe, as Applebloom charged at her with her chest, and pinned the pink pony against a nearby wall!

"Nngh, w-what are you doing?" Wailed Diamond.

"Ah want you to shut! Up!" Said Applebloom. "Ah am sick and tired of yer name-callin'!"

"Ungh! Get off me!"

"Not til' you apologize to Scootaloo, and me!"

"Apologize? F-for what?"

Applebloom pressed harder against the girl. She was feeling some pain in her chest, but she wasn't going to let Diamond Tiara off easily this time.

"Apologize!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry fer whut?"

"For, for calling Scootaloo names!"

"And?"

"And, and for saying you're a cow!"

The magic words spoken, Applebloom backed off, her abundant chest freed from holding the bratty girl against the wall.

Silver Spoon was quickly at Diamond's side, as Applebloom joined her friends.

"Y-you saw that, right?" Diamond said to Silver. "She attacked me! I won't forget this! You hear m-"

Diamond Tiara shrieked as Applebloom started charging at her, but stopped short, her basketball-sized breasts bobbled to a bra-less stop.The over-endowed Apple then strode off, joining her friends and Coral, as the pink pony dusted herself off, and watched them cross over the bridge leading back to the farm.

"This isn't over," she snarled to Silver Spoon. "Nopony makes a fool out of me."

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Once out of earshot, the girls exploded in a fit of cheering and high-fives.

"That was awesome!" Said Scootaloo.

"Yeah, you really put her in her place," said Sweetie, hugging her friend.

"Well, ah couldn't just let her stand there and get away with sayin' those things," said Applebloom. "And, ah do owe it to Coral."

"Me?" He asked. "What did I do?"

"The other day," said Applebloom. "Member when you stood up fer me, and smacked Diamond Tiara's hand away from...my chest? You made me pinkie-promise that ah wouldn't let her do that again."

"Well, just, doing what I can to help," said Coral, grinning sheepishly.

"You know what I think?" said Sweetie. "I think she's secretly jealous of you, Applebloom."

"Huh? Me?" Asked AB. "What would give ya that idea?"

"She's always making fun of your breasts. I think she just wishes she had her own, 'naturals.'"

Applebloom and Scootaloo snickered, as Coral looked confused.

"'Naturals?'" He asked. "Is that some kind of Ponyville code word?"

"Well, it's kind of a, secret," said Scootaloo. "We can tell ya, but only if you don't blab it around."

"Do I gotta pinkie-promise?"

"No, we just need your word."

"Alright, my lips are sealed."

"Well," said Scootaloo. "When it came to development in school, Applebloom actually beat out Diamond Tiara."

"I, can see that," said Coral, snickering a bit...which was followed by Applebloom giving him a little punch in the arm.

"No, not, size-wise," continued Scootaloo. "Around the time we were 10, AB was the first girl in class that started to, develop."

"Yeah," said Sweetie. "And as expected, if Diamond Tiara can't be first at something, she'll let you know in her own...'special way.'"

"Anyways," said Applebloom, continuing the story. "A few months after ah started bloomin,' Diamond Tiara went away for a month or two. Her father Filthy Rich, arranged for her to have her schoolwork brought to their mansion, but noone saw Diamond until she came back. And when she came back, she had...grown."

"...just like that?" Asked Coral.

"That was her story," said Scootaloo. "Claimed she was really sick, and was required to stay in bed."

"And then while in bed, she started growing," sighed Sweetie. "Of course, we all know what really happened."

"She gotta boob job," said Applebloom, matter-of-factly. "Claimed it wuz all-natural, but even ah didn't get as big as her after my growth spurt."

"Of course, your growth spurt still hasn't stopped," smiled Scootaloo.

"It's gotta stop soon," said Applebloom. "Granny says ah'm prob'ly almost done. Still, it was fun seeing Diamond get upset when a few months after her growth, ah grew even bigger than her."

"Bet she asked her father for another boob-job," said Coral.

"Ah wouldn't doubt it," said Applebloom. "My guess is Filthy figgered once was enough."

"Well, at least you do got something she doesn't have," said Coral.

"These?" Said Applebloom, pointing to her chest.

"No. Manners," said Coral.

"Aw, thanks, Coral," said Applebloom, blushing.

"Awww," said Sweetie Belle, suddenly pinching Coral's left cheek, "isn't he just the sweetest thing?"

"Sweetie Belle," he smiled, with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Oh-hoh-oh, the sweetest thing," suddenly chimed in Scootaloo, causing Sweetie Belle to join in singing, as they bounced next to Coral, who was trying to ignore them, with his fingers in his ears.

Applebloom slowed her pace a bit, watching her two best friends tease Coral. A small smile spread across her face, and a small tingle ran through her body, as the sun cast long shadows across the small group of friends.

Author's Note

This was a fun chapter to write.

I like little character situations in the show, and I tried to translate that feel to this chapter. I know some 'cloppers' are probably tired of all the gabbing by now, but this isn't a simple 'clop-fic.' I don't devote my time to things that are that 'simple.' I always figure there are those looking for entertaining stories, as well as those that get a bit descriptive with some sensual expansion here-and-there. (I did a 56-page comic with some other expansion-related material on DeviantArt a decade ago, and it took some major deviations from what some assumed it's content would be).

On the show, I remember being somewhat enamored with Sweetie Belle being a cute if somewhat mischievous filly, and I feel she would have kept some of that spirit going into her late teens, and Coral being a somewhat serious young stallion, he's fun to have her play against.

We also get one of the more fun characters to write: Rarity! Having her be flustered and maybe trying to conceal some un-ladylike tendencies/thoughts, was fun.

In fact, I almost could have gone on for a few thousand more words with Rarity, but the 'main' chapters are to focus on story of Applebloom and Coral Leaf. However, I think I have a solution coming in a few weeks, that should allow Rarity to return for a fun little 'diversion,' before we return to the 'blooming' romance at hand.

Chapter 3.5

Author's Note

This mini-chapter, takes place shortly after Coral Leaf and Applebloom were measured by Rarity at Carousel Boutique, in Chapter 3 of The Expansive Romance of Applebloom and Coral Leaf.

It is not integral to the main story of our growing young couple, but I consider it a fun little detour, as Rarity thinks over her two new projects, and begins to work on them. It not being wholly about our main couple, is one reason for the '.5' distinction. It is possible there may be one or two more of these coming down the line.

*All song lyrics, are to be sung to Art of the Dress, in case you come across any*

Chapter 3.5

"Bye, darlings! See you soon!"

Rarity waved as Applebloom, Coral Leaf, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo trotted into Ponyville.
Closing her boutique's door and lowering her orange reading glasses over her big blue eyes, she began to go over the notes she had taken, regarding Coral Leaf and Applebloom's measurements.

My my my, she thought to herself. It was hard to believe how much Applebloom had grown since her last fitting!

Rarity found herself thinking back to when her sister Sweetie Belle, was just a 'silly little filly,' playing with Applebloom and Scootaloo in the guest bedroom upstairs, not too long ago.

As their friendship had blossomed (as well as their physiques), Rarity had been more than happy to make sure they had some wonderful dresses and outfits to wear.

The fashionista knew it was only a matter of time before some of the young stallions in town might take an interest in the trio, and took great pride in designing clothing for them, that had a combination of downhome modesty, with a few little frills and flairs of "creativity." Given the numerous trends she witnessed in the fashion world, Rarity was definitely not shy about trying to keep the girls up-to-date, or a few steps ahead.

Of course, when it came to "development," she had seen the girls each grow up, in different ways.

Of the three, Scootaloo had filled out modestly. Her lean and athletic physique were quite noticeable, though she often had to contend with her cantloupe-sized bosom during her numerous sporting activities.

Wanting to help her stay active and keep her body 'under control,' Rarity had found herself creating a colorful selection of sports bras for the pony-tailed girl. They definitely came in handy when Scootaloo would decide to do her daily jogs around Ponyville, and Rarity was pleased when Scootaloo complimented her design work.

When it came to Sweetie Belle, Rarity's little sister had definitely inherited some of their mother's features. At first seeming a little chubby when puberty hit, the curly-haired filly's body fat soon spread out to her hips and chest area.

Their mother had wide hips, which helped give Sweetie Belle a similar (if sligtly-more-elegant) hour-glass figure. Her chest at first complimented her new waistline nicely, but a few growth spurts later, her breasts had swollen to the size of basketballs.

Sweetie had always been a little clumsy, and the added weight up top took a bit of time for her to get used to. Rarity could recall quite a few times where her sister tripped over her own hooves, or had a time of trying to negotiate stairways.

Airy gowns and silken ribbons had been favorites for Sweetie when she was younger, and she was wont to outgrow their delicate stylings (even as she seemed to outgrow several of the favorite outfits her sister had made for her).

With Sweetie, Rarity ended up re-using a few of her sister's favorite dress patterns, with some slight alterations in the bustline. She had even made her sister an airy nightgown as a gift. The fabric was light enough that when Sweetie Belle flounced around, her sleepwear tended to billow and curl, like a graceful jellyfish.

Rarity had had almost the same problems herself when growing up, but had eventually gotten used to her changes. Her bosom had swollen to the size of small beachballs as she had gotten older, and now in the prime of her life, she loved the attention she could draw with her overly-voluptupus figure (especially when it came to the Equestrian fashion circuit!). She was pretty sure that one day, Sweetie Belle could very well reach her eye-catching proportions, or maybe become even larger than her.

And speaking of larger, there was Applebloom! Even Applejack was surprised when puberty hit her little sister like a runaway stagecoach!

It was as if some invisible pony was secretly inflating her chest, day-by-day! Rarity had seen the young Apple happily be excited when she was first measured for new clothing, but as her breasts grew in size and weight, the fittings became less exciting.

Even today's fitting had seemed one of necessity, with the yellow filly's big orange eyes looking a little sad. Rarity took a moment to pause, her mind thinking back to her time with Applejack's 'little' sister a few hours earlier:

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"Ah hope yuh don't mind measurin' me again," Applebloom had said. "Guess ah'm goin' through another spurt."

"Oh, don't be silly, Applebloom," Rarity had said, as the young Apple had removed her top, causing her massive breasts to plop out, and bounce heavily against her naked torso. "You should be proud to be who you are. Like my motto for Carousel Boutique: 'where everything is chique, unique, and magnifique!'"

"Ah guess so," said AB, as the cold measuring tape wrapped around her bosom, causing her nipples to stiffen. "Maybe that's just it: maybe ah'm just too unique."

"Well, you can never go wrong with more, dear...unless you're that horrid designer I met in Baltimare. Loaded on enough sequins in his dress collection to nearly blind the audience!"

"Ah'll, take yer word for it," said Applebloom, who wasn't quite into the world of fashion as Rarity was. "You've made some nice things for us, and ah hope you can do the same for Coral."

"And that I shall, darling! I am rarin' to go with some wonderful ideas for your boyfriend!"

Rarity recalled how the filly's golden cheeks had seemed to flush almost immediately upon the comment.

"Um, he's not my boyfriend."

"Oh, um, really? Why it all sounds so much like something straight out of a romance novel: a struggling farmstead with a lovely daughter, a handsome young stallion showing up out of the blue, and next thing you know, they buck their family's rules, and give in to their-"

"Well this isn't a romance novel Rarity, it's real life," Applebloom had interjected, screwing up her face in minor annoyance. "There's nothin' going on between us. We're just...friends."

"Just...friends, Applebloom?"

"Yes. Just...friends."

"Well, alright," Rarity had sighed, moving down to take Applebloom's waist measurements, and being careful not to get a face full of the girl's enormous bosom. "Still, you have to admit, he is rather handsome."

Rarity's eyes had darted up slyly, staring at Applebloom's upturned face, almost hidden behind her chest, and for a few seconds, those pursed lips had become a slight smile.

"Yeah, ah guess he is kinda good-lookin."

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And now, very soon, that 'good-lookin' stallion would be touched by her Element of Generosity!

Sweetie Belle had already told Rarity a little about Sweet Apple Acres' newest farmhand, but Rarity certainly hadn't counted on him being such a massively-endowed stud!

After having seen his predicament (only overalls to wear!?), she was determined that he was going to have the welcome wagon laid out for him, in the form of a proper wardrobe.

However, going over Coral's measurements in her notes, she suddenly realized that making proper-fitting clothing for him, would need some extra attention, when it came to his lower extremities.

Her male fashion dummy just wasn't 'well-equipped' for the task at hand. Fully erect when she had measured him, she realized she would need to find a proper way, to simulate his 2 1/2 foot long penis, and 2 large cantaloupe-sized balls on the dummy.

What to do, what to do, wondered Rarity, sitting down in a nearby chair, tapping her pencil to her lip, deep in thought.

And then, it hit her!

After Applebloom and Sweetie Belle had started growing their unconventionally-sized bosoms, Rarity had inquired to Pinkie Pie, for some large balloons that could resist popping. Filling them up to the proper size with sand, had helped Rarity make bras for the two girls, that were comfortable, AND provided support for their heavy loads.

Guess I'll need to make a little detour, thought Rarity, as she headed out the door.

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"There you are, Rarity," said Pinkie Pie, as she handed over the requested items at the counter of Sugarcube Corner: "4 big round balloons, and one looooooonnnnnnggggggg balloon, not inflated!"

"Thank you, Pinkie," said Rarity, taking the items, and stuffing them in her saddlebag. "You've been very helpful."

"So, when's the big party?"

"Oh, Pinkie these balloons aren't for a party, they're for, a design project."

"Awwwwww," moaned Pinkie, looking sad. "I really wanted to attend a party. It feels like it's been so long since we had one around here, and truth be told, my Pinkie Sense has been going off since the other day! I mean, around 8pm the other day, I suddenly got a twitch-a-twitch-twitch, three left earflaps, and a curl-whirl!"

"What's a curl-whirl?"

"It's where all the curls in my mane rotate, but that only happens on super-rare occasions."

"Um, yes darling, I'm sure you'll soon find out who or what made your Pinkie Sense go off," said Rarity, heading for the door.

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After Pinkie, it was a quick visit to a local beachcomber named Sandy Shores, and Rarity was in business!

Sandy was kind enough to accompany Rarity back to her boutique, with 10 bags of sand. Of course, when Rarity mentioned it was for a clothing project, the wavy-haired stallion simply took her at her word, left the sandbags, and went on his way.

Using the measurements in her notepad, Rarity began filling two of the round balloons, until they were accurate to the size of Coral's scrotum.

Then, it was time for the long balloon.

Rarity tried to focus, but found her mind drifting, as she watched the phallic balloon fill with sand, lengthening and thickening as she poured more in.

Finally, it was at the proper length she needed. Once they were ready, she used her unicorn magic, and hoisted them over to her male dummy.

"So heavy," she said, as the sand-filled stand-ins were set on the floor. "Poor Coral, having to carry such a heavy load like this, and with no support. I'm surprised he hasn't developed a slouching problem from the weight. Well, it's time we fix that little formality!"

Using some heavy-duty straps, Rarity affixed the sand-filled items near the dummy's crotch, and began to work.

As she did, she couldn't help but find herself starting to sing:

Inch-by-inch, Such a major challenge,
Coral Leaf, oh my gosh his penis gives me chills,
Got to keep it comfy and supported,
Underwear that's manly with no frills,
Gotta compensate for his elation,
Making sure he's got good circulation,
Containing, Coral's cock.

Foot-by-foot, Think of that whole package,
Scrotum too, Swollen full with that sweet stallion seed,
Musn't discount his huge sperm pools,
Gotta firmly hold his fam'ly jewels,
Even if they're tucked in-to a speedo,
Have to uphold my boutique's credo,
Protecting, Coral's 'boys.'

Then there's, attire, those overalls have to go,
Gonna make him look fetching.
Whether work or play,
Bet there will be some stretching!

Sev'ral shirts, of flannel and cotton,
Special jeans, to hold his huge frank and beans!
Triple-stitch to fortify his crotch,
That's a place whose work I mustn't botch,
Even though he may get stiff and hard,
Coral Leaf's throbber won't be marred,
Think-ing of, Coral's crotch.

Show him off, But with taste,
Sleeve and chest, inseam, waist,
Holding up, to the strain,
Comfort yes, never pain,
Perfection shall be attained!

Struck by inspiration, Rarity was a whirlwind of activity, bouncing between her drafting table, the enhanced dummy, and her sewing machine.

First up, was his underwear! Fortunately, there was enough of the stretchy material she had shown Coral, to make plenty of pairs. Rarity kept with a very basic color palette of white, grey, and black. However, she couldn't help but add a purple pair into the mix.

"Just to give it a little dash of color," she tittered, preparing the material.

Then, it was onto pants, shorts, and a number of shirts. Rarity decided to have a little fun, and the designs ended up reflecting a very down-home, 'country feel.'

Looking through the swatches she had saved from making clothing for the Apple Family, she found a happy medium, using some some of the same fabrics, but choosing some new ones for a short or two.

He'll look like he belongs on that farm, thought Rarity, as she jotted down some notes regarding the various fabrics.

When it came to his jeans, Rarity found herself going to the dummy, trying to make sure there was enough room for Coral to be comfortable. After a few sewing tests, she ended up adding 'a little extra' for insurance.

During the measuring, she couldn't help but playfully stroke the huge, sand-filled balloon, which was sagging a bit from the weight inside it. I'm sure that won't be the case with him, thought Rarity, her porcelain hand rubbing the underside of the filled balloon.

Then, it was time to work on some swimwear. It would be too easy to simply make him a pair of trunks, especially for a stallion of his physique.

It's not often the girls get a boy to go swimming, she thought to herself, testing the extra-stretchy fabric that had gone into Coral's underwear. I bet he'll want to show off a bit for them...and I'll make sure that he does!

Whipping out a pencil, she began to draw out her ideas, smiling mischievously, imagining her designs hugging his most juicy of areas.

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Once she had finished Coral's wardrobe, Rarity then turned her attention to Applebloom's request.

"I can't believe how much she's grown since our last fitting," remarked Rarity, looking over her notes. "At this rate, I'll have to ask Big Mac if they have any wheelbarrows to accommodate the poor girl's bosom. Oh well, until then, I'm going to do everything I can, to make that little apple shine!"

Diving into her second project, the fashion diva began to sing again:

Cup-by-cup, can't believe your bust-size,
Applebloom, just what are you eating on that farm,
Goodness me they cover up your torso,
Lying down they spread across your arms,
So we'll have to hold them, nice and firm,
Bet we'll make a certain stallion squirm,
For Applebloom's, big top.

And it seems, your hips have grown wider,
Not by much, but soon they may be due for a growth spurt,
Like your chest we mustn't take that chance,
Lest your plot increases in expanse,
Sexy jeans and denim to show you off,
Prob'ly cause your 'big sis' to just scoff,
Comforting, AB's hips.

First bra, and panties, protecting her modesty,
Maybe with silken lacing.
Yes she needs support,
But why not a cute casing?

Swimsuit too, perhaps a two-piece,
Wait and see-hold on, why not do all three?
Give the girls some shiny suits that pop,
Put a little window in the top,
In the shapes of apple, star, and wings,
Let them flash their lady-things,
Alluring, and risque!

Support yes, but with flair,
Hips and chest, that red hair,
Swimwear to, show them all,
Make him squirm, firm and tall,
Such lucky little fillies!

Knowing the material Applebloom had for most of her clothing back at Sweet Apple Acres, Rarity felt there wasn't a need (for now, anyways) to add an extra dress or two.

The design for Applebloom's previous underthings would keep the same style as her new ones, but Rarity wanted to make sure the items were styled up to her 'fuller' figure, as well as more supportive.

Using the enhanced female dummy (with it's strapped-on bosom), Rarity was able to solve a support issue she hadn't considered. This led to the straps and band of the bra, being made larger, as a way to re-distribute the weight in certain areas.

Much like Coral's swimwear, Rarity saved this item for last: the cherry on top of the big little pony's small-yet-challenging order.

Of course, given that her idea had blossomed to include Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, added some extra elements of fun to her work.

Rarity could hardly contain herself, as she sketched out some additional ideas, determined to make this new vision come true, and give the three girls a set of outfits that they'd surely enjoy swimming (and showing off) in.

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A few days later, Sweetie Belle dropped by.

"Hey sis," she sweetly said, as the entry bell twinkled behind her.

"Oh, Sweetie," said Rarity, closing a nearby closet door. "How, nice of you to stop by. I'm so excited!"

"What for?" asked the buxom pony. "Did you get another famous customer asking for your design expertise?"

"No, but I have some good news for Applebloom and Coral Leaf," she said, her smile getting wider at the mention of his name. "I just finished their new wardrobe items this morning!"

"That's great, Rarity," said Sweetie. "I'm sure they'll be just as excited as you are. Applebloom told me she was getting a little tired of not having some, proper support."

"Well, I'm sure her new underwear will do the trick," said Rarity. "Plus, I have something special for you and Scootaloo too!"

"Ooo, what is it?"

"You'll see, when you bring your friends over," said Rarity, a mischievous smile on her muzzle.

"In that case, me and Scootaloo better get to Sweet Apple Acres," said Sweetie, her bosom bouncing as she sprinted out the door.

Watching her little sister through a nearby window, Rarity walked back over to the closet door she had closed. Opening it, her eyes gazed in at it's contents, which contained the sand-filled balloon that had substituted for Coral's penis on the male dummy.

With a playful smile, Rarity, slunk into the closet, and closed the door. Rubbing her body against the sand-filled 'appendage,' she emitted a long and pleasurable sigh.

Another satisfied customer on the way, she thought, squeezing the sand-filled balloon a little tighter.

Chapter 4

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Chapter 5

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"Alright Everypony, we're gonna need to step it up in a hurry."

It had been a few days since Applejack had taken a tally of the orchard's bumper crop of apples, and sitting before the family (and Coral Leaf) at the breakfast table, she was more stern than normal.

"Thanks to Coral uppin' his game, we've managed to crest harvestin' to around 81%. However, we've still got less than two weeks to go before the cider festival."

"But that's still only 19%, Applejack," said Applebloom, shifting a little in her chair. "You all kin buck that number out lickity-split!"

"It sounds rosy and all, sugar cube," said AJ, "But at this point, ah'm leavin' nothin' to chance."

Reaching under the table, Applejack pulled out a hand-drawn map of the farm.

"Alright, here's mah plan. The good news is the eastern and western orchards have all been harvested. That leaves us with maybe 8% of the south orchard, and 11% of the north orchard to be finished up. Big Mac, you'll work the north orchard, and Coral, you'll take the south."

"Eeyup," said Big Mac.

"Got it," said Coral.

"Applebloom, you'll help granny sort the bruised apples from the ones we've harvested, and get the brunt of em' ready to be made into cider."

"Ah'm on it," said Applebloom.

"*snore* Hun-whut? Oh, here," mumbled Granny Smith.

"What about you, Applejack?" Asked Coral.

"Ah'm gonna be busy as a bee in a hive," said Applejack. "Ah'll be a regular workhorse, bringin' the harvested apples to the barn for Applebloom and Granny Smith, and supervisin' you two. Also, if any of you need a hand, I'll be sure to help out."

"Alright," said Coral. "Sounds like you've got it all figured out.

"There is one more thing," said Applejack, "and it has to do with you, Coral."

"Me?" He asked, looking a little apprehensive.

"Your working late nights buckin' apples really helped us out. I want you to continue doin' what you do. However, I'd like you to work a little later than usual."

"How much later?"

"Ah figure a few more hours, til about midnight should do it."

"Aw come on, Applejack," said Applebloom. "Isn't he doin' enough to help out?"

"He's our hired hand, Applebloom," said Applejack. "Hopefully, he won't be gettin' anymore of those little headaches like the other day, right Coral?"

"Yeah, hope not," said Coral, smiling a little apprehensively.

"Well, guess that's that then, so let's get to work, Apples!"

One-by-one, the group got up from the table with ease, except for Coral, who had to back out a ways, to allow the large bulge between his thighs to gain some clearance.

Since he had started wearing Rarity's new clothes she had made for him, he sensed that most of the family was still a little unsure what to make of his bulge.

Of course, Applebloom didn't think nothing of it. Course, she had already seen him naked down at the swimming hole, and he had seen her in her birthday suit, thanks to a little naughty fun started by Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.

Guess I can't be too mad at them, said Coral smiling, as he got up.

"And whut's got you lookin' all slap-happy sappy?" asked Granny Smith, knocking Coral out of his little daydream.

"Oh, uh, I was just thinking about how good it'll be to try some of that Apple Family Cider," said Coral. "My cousin raved about it, and soon I'll be able to taste it for myself."

"Well, that's a recipe ah've passed down since ah was a spry young filly," said Granny Smith. "Why, ah remember it like it was yesterday-"

"Oh Coral, "came Applebloom's voice near the door, "why don'tcha help grab me a couple barrels of apples so ah can start sorting?"

"Coming," said Coral. "Sorry Granny, maybe another time."

"Uh, another time fer what?" Asked Granny as the door closed behind Coral.

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"Thanks for getting me out of that," said Coral, as he carried some buckets of apples over to an area near the barn.

"No problem," said Applebloom, already picking through another bucket. "Don't get me wrong. Ah love Granny, but, she can sometimes get a bit long-winded."

"Kind of like Pinkie?" Asked Coral. "Say, speaking of Pinkie, are we still doing that barn dance during the cider festival?"

"Of course we are," said Applebloom. "Why? Gettin' cold hooves?"

"No, it's just, you said we'd probably have Pinkie set it up. Shouldn't she already be planning something?"

"You mean like a party?"

The tone of voice made Coral almost drop his next load of apples, as he turned to see the pink one herself, leaning against the cart!

"Wh-where did you come from?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes from bugging out of their sockets.

"From Sugarcube Corner," said Pinkie, "though if you want to go wwaaaaayyy back, I grew up on a rock farm! You know, it's an interesting story-"

"So, whut brings you by, Pinkie?" asked Applebloom, again saving Coral from another drawn-out history lesson.

"My Pinkie Sense," said Pinkie.

"Your what-sense?" asked Coral.

"Her Pinkie Sense," said Applebloom, before whispering quietly to him, "I'll tell you more about it later."

"Oh," said Coral, giving Applebloom a confirming wink. "So, what did your, Pinkie Sense say?"

"That someone is thinking of having a party in a few weeks," said Pinkie. "And, as the Premier Party-Planner in Ponyville, I've been rarin' to plan a perfectly punctually proficient party for plenty of ponies!"

"Well, as it turns out, Pinkie," said Applebloom. "Coral did propose a party during the middle of the cider festival in a few weeks."

"A-ha!" Said Pinkie. "I knew it! So, who's the party for?"

And so, Coral and Applebloom explained their idea, to hold an old-fashioned barn dance, and raise money to help build Ponyville a new library.

"Now that sounds like a perfect reason to party," said Pinkie. "I wonder why nopony else thought of doing that?"

"Guess it's just good ol' Coral here, usin' that big brain of his," said Applebloom, giving his head a few taps with her knuckle.

"Funny, his head doesn't look that big," said Pinkie, before her eyes finally caught sight of his bulging jeans. "Ooo, are you playing 'hide the balloon?' Cause I think I know where it is!"

Coral almost found himself in danger of the Pinkie's fingers grabbing hold of his endowment, when Applebloom dove in front of him.

"No Pinkie, don't! You know what? Why don't you, check out the barn, or, head back to town to prepare? Ah mean, we'd love to chat more, but we got chores to do, right Coral?"

"Yeah," said Coral, breathing a sigh of relief. "I better head out to the south orchard and get to work."

"Weeell, okie-dokie-lokie!" Said Pinkie. "Just you wait! I'm gonna throw a party that noone will forget for a real, real long time!"

As the two watched, Pinkie playfully hopped back to town, as Coral smiled sheepishly back at Applebloom.

"Thanks. I really thought my boys were in danger."

"Well, us big uns' gotta stick together," said Applebloom, arching her back. "Can't have everypony grabbing and squeezin' us all the time."

"Yeah," said Coral, finishing unloading the last bucket from the cart. "Well, no more apples, guess that's my cue to go."

"Me too," said Applebloom, sitting cross-legged in the center of the barrels, her bosom resting on her crossed legs. "Guess ah'll see you later."

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Pinkie Pie's arrival had made Coral lose a half-an-hour applebucking, but like the trooper he was, he wasn't going to let the Apples down.
Tree-after-tree, he whacked away with his stick, sending apples tumbling down into the buckets below.

During the course of the day, Applejack would come by to collect some of the full barrels, and even dropped off a few bottles of juice for him to drink.

This helped greatly, as the work was causing Coral to sweat quite a bit.

As the afternoon wore on, he undid the buttons on his shirt, but pretty soon, he abandoned the shirt next to a tree, and worked shirtless, until the dinner bell rang.

__________

As the entire family had been working all day, there wasn't that much to discuss. However, Applebloom's mentioning of Pinkie Pie showing up gave Applejack a chuckle.

"Guess her Pinkie Sense was bound to pick up yer talkin' bout a barn dance," she said to Coral.

"So, what exactly is Pinkie Sense?" Asked Coral. "Applebloom said she'd tell me about it later."

"Well, Pinkie sometimes gets these little signals from her body," said Applebloom. "Like her tail will twitch, or her ear will wiggle. It's been happenin' to her for years."

"Is there some sort of rhyme or reason to it?"

"Nah, it's just Pinkie bein' Pinkie," said Applejack. "When Twilight came to town years ago, she tried to use some science-y stuff to figure it out, but nothin' ever came of it."

"Well, she's definitely like no other pony I've seen," said Coral.

"Well, that's what makes Ponyville so unique," said Applebloom, giving him a sly little wink.

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After dinner, Big Mac headed out to the barn to start barreling the first of the cider, while Coral headed back out to the south orchard. The sky was a little cloudy, so Applejack had given him a lantern and some matches, in case he needed some light.

The night got a bit nippy, but to Coral, the work kept him nice and warm. As the clouds passed over the moon, he lit the lantern, and soon found a new spot to buck apples.

A few hours later, he felt like he had accomplished quite a bit, looking at the numerous buckets of apples under the trees, receding into the dark of the orchard.

"Hopefully this will put Applejack's mind at ease," he said, proudly. "Just got to keep at it-"

"Ccooooooorrallll."

Coral felt his eyes go wide, as a sweet voice seemed to flow with the wind through the nearby trees.

"Wh-who's there?" He asked, taking the lantern down from a nearby tree.

"Whhhaatt are you dooooing?"

"J-just buckin' apples," said Coral, looking around as the lantern cast a small reddish glow around him.

"Whhyyy aren't yoouuu using your leeegggs?"

*THUMP*

*RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE*

Coral turned around, to see some apples from a nearby tree, tumble into some buckets.

"L-look, whoever, whatever you are," said Coral. "My legs aren't strong like the Apples. I'm just a hired hand, and, I do things, with-with this!"

He picked up his whacking stick, and held it ahead of him like a weapon.

"Nooottt, our, waayyy," the voice said, followed by the sound of another tree nearby being bucked.

"Well, maybe, your way isn't the only way," said Coral, swinging his glance around. "Look, stop playing games! Who are you...where are you!!?"

And that's when he heard a voice behind him.

"...here."

Coral swung with all his might, and suddenly, heard a scream!

Looking down, he saw Applebloom, crouched in the dirt, her bosom squished between her chest and knees.

"Sweet Celestia, Applebloom, was that you?"

"Y-yeah," she said, slowly getting to her feet. "Ah wuz just havin' a little fun with ya."

"Well, you should know better than to scare other ponies like that," he said. "Besides, what are you doing out here? You should be in bed by now."

"Well, ah thought I'd give you a hoof," she said.

"But I thought you were a bit too big to applebuck."

"Oh, I can still buck, but given how big these are," she said, pointing to her chest, "I get tired out a bit more quickly."

"Well, I guess a little help couldn't hurt," said Coral, hanging his lantern on a nearby branch.

__________

And so it went.

Coral would use his whacking stick on the trees, while Applebloom would crouch down, before letting lose with her hooves. However, after a few dozen trees, Applebloom took a seat under one, while Coral whacked away at some trees nearby.

"Coral," came the sound of Applebloom's voice, as she wiped her forehead, and fanned her blouse.

"Yeah?" He asked, as his stick made contact with another tree.

"What's it like? Where you come from, ah mean?"

"You want to hear where I come from?"

"Yeah. Ah mean, me and my friends have traveled through Unicorn Range and Galloping Gorge when we've visited the Crystal Empire, but we never really thought about the kind of ponies that lived where you do."

"Well, there are ponies there," said Coral, setting down his stick, and sitting next to Applebloom, "though not a whole lot. It's mainly a bunch of small farms, spread around the area."

"And you never left, until a few weeks ago?"

"That's right. Just decided to come on down and see what was in the center of Equestria. Guess I got lucky, meeting your family...and you."
Applebloom blushed a bit at this mention.

"Well, ah didn't really do nothing."

"Oh, stop being so modest," said Coral. "You convinced your sister to give me a second chance, after I..well, when I 'attempted' to buck apples."

"Yeah, ah don't think I've ever seen anyone pass out from something like that," said Applebloom. "So, bout yer home. Did you, leave anypony, um, special behind?"

"No. Truth be told, there weren't many girls around."

"And ah bet if there were, they wouldn't have as big a chest as mine," said Applebloom, giving hers a little squeeze.

"Well," said Coral, looking a little uneasy, "there was somepony back home who was, a bit...bigger?"

"Oh?" Said Applebloom, looking at him with an inquisitive expression. "Are you tryin' to hide something from me, Coral Leaf?"

"Um, no. Never from you."

"Well, you were trying to hide this," she said, reaching out and giving his bulge a playful pat. "I'm thinkin' there WAS somepony special back home."

"Can we just not-"

"Uh-uh," said Applebloom. "Yer keepin' something from me, and ah want to know what it is."

"Applebloom-"

"If you don't, ah have ways of makin' ya talk," she said, wiggling her fingers, and making a playful lunge at him.

"Wait!"

She stifled a giggle, as he took a deep breath.

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anypony else."

"Pinkie promise?"

"No, just a regular promise. Just between you and me, okay?"

"Alright," she said, sitting upright, like an attentive (but busty) schoolgirl. "I promise...now, spill the beans!"

"Okay," he said. "You remember how I told you my family are farmers?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, we're not, regular farmers, like your family is."

"You mean you grow like, carrots n' stuff?"

"No, what we 'produce' on my family's farm, isn't typical for ponies."

"Well come on then," said Applebloom. "Stop beatin' around the bush, and tell me. What does yer family farm?"

"...milk."

"That's it? Yer family runs a dairy farm?" Applebloom started to laugh. "That's nothin' to be shy about, Coral. What pony doesn't like a tall glass of milk from time to time?"

"Well, it's not made by cows," he said, before taking a big gulp. "It's...mare-milk."

"Come again?" Asked Applebloom, looking confused.

"Mare-milk. Milk from,ponies."

"Well, ah know that," said Applebloom. "Applejack told me bout the birds n' the bees awhile ago. But really...mare-milk? Do you, um, like, have a lot of, relations?"

"No, just, my Mom," he said.

"And she makes enoguh milk for your family to run a farm?" asked Applebloom.

"Let's just say, she's as well-known for her milk where I live, just as Pinkie Pie's known for her party-planning around here."

"She must be, pretty big, ah reckon."

"Yeah," said Coral, a shy smile playing across his face. "Want to take a guess how big?"

Applebloom pointed to her own bosom.

"Bigger."

She spread her arms wider.

"Bigger."

This time, Applebloom's eyes opened wider too, as she extended her arms further, and Coral shook his head.

"Oh now yer just playin' with me, Coral Leaf," she said. "Ah bet yer just makin' this up to get back at me for spookin' ya earlier. Ah mean, your Mom's got huge breasts and she's a, a-"

"A milkmare."

"-right, a milkmare. How come ah've never heard of em' before? My entire life in Ponyville, not once have I even seen one."

"Well, that I can't explain," said Coral. "My Mom is the only one I've ever known, and when I asked my Dad why, he didn't have any answers. Said maybe it was genes, maybe something my Mom ate. Heck, maybe it was Princess Celestia fooling around with her magic. Still, my Mom being a milkmare didn't stop my Dad from marrying her."

"...you really are serious," she said.

"Cross my heart and hope to fly," he said.

"So, just how big, is yer Mom?"

"Hmm. Maybe I better show you."

Using his left hoof, Coral began making a circular pattern in the dirt. When he finished, the circle was big enough to fit the Apple Family's apple cart inside, over 6 times!

"Each of her breasts is as big as that circle," gestured Coral.

"That's, unbelievable," said Applebloom, looking down at her own body, trying to imagine what a pair of titties that size would look like attached to her body!

"Believe it," said Coral. "They've been that big since I've known her."

"So you, um, drank, from them? When you were little, ah mean," Asked Applebloom, blushing a little at her curious question.

"Um, no," said Coral, finding it odd to be discussing such a topic. "She's so big, that, I couldn't...suckle her. My Dad had to milk her, and then I drank from that supply he set aside for me. Actually, when she had me, she grew a bit bigger than what she normally is."

"Wow. Was it hard for your Dad? To, milk her?"

"Not really," said Coral. "He's been doing it since he and my Mom were teenagers. When I was 6, he taught me how to-"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa," said Applebloom, a bit bewildered. "You've milked, yer mother?"

"It was a farm," said Coral, matter-of-factly. "Just like on Sweet Apple Acres, everyone has to pitch in. If my Dad got sick, or he had to run a delivery a ways off, he'd leave me in charge. Of course, it took me some time to get the hang of it. First tries, I hit everything but the milk trough. But finally, I got the hang of it."

"Your Mom bein' that big, does it hurt?"

"Sometimes she can get pretty full. There have been times both Dad and I had to milk her at the same time. She says it feels...plesant. Course, I wouldn't know, but I believe her. When she gets really full, that means we sometimes end up with more milk than we can sell or use, and some we have to just dump in the nearby river."

"Wh-what's it taste like?" Asked Applebloom.

"Usually a little sweet. It can vary from day-to-day. Though Mom told me it wasn't always that good."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, when she first started, bloomin,' she was pretty happy, and then, she really started to grow as she reached her mid-teens."

"Sounds a lot like me," said Applebloom.

"Well, around the time she turned 16, she got her cutie mark, and that was when she started to give milk. She was the 'biggest' girl around those parts, and the only one at that age giving milk. Her parents weren't sure what to do, and they couldn't afford to take her to a doctor. She told me she felt really sad for a long time, feeling, different."

Hearing a sniffle, Coral turned to see Applebloom wiping her eyes.

"Then one day, my Dad who was a young stallion, came by looking for some tools. He had just moved to the area y'see, and managed to end up on her porch. My Mom answered the door, as her parents and her sister were visiting some neighbors a few miles away. She invited him in since it was a hot day, but seeing as how there wasn't anything to drink in the house, she got a crazy idea, and poured him some of her milk to drink."

"How was it?"

"Sour," said Coral. "Word was my Dad spit it out, and said it tasted terrible. When he asked where my Mom had got it, she said she had made it herself. My Dad didn't believe her at first, until she did the craziest thing he had ever seen a girl do."

"What?"

"...she undid her blouse, pulled off her bra, and refilled his glass, right in front of him."

"Ah, ah don't know what to say," said Applebloom, picturing the scene in her head.

"Neither did my Dad," chuckled Coral. "But he did take a drink. Though he did say afterward, that this glass didn't taste quite as sour. He then apologized to my Mom, and asked if she might be interested in going for a walk...after she had put her clothes back on."

"And did she?...um, go on a walk with him?"

"Oh no," said Coral. "She had just met him, and wasn't going to go anywhere unless her parents said it was okay."

"She sounds mighty respectable," said AB.

"Well, eventually her parents came home, and Dad asked them for permission. And then after a few months he asked for their permission again."

"Again?"

"To marry her."

"Ooohhhh."

"Mom said she was so happy, though as the wedding date approached, she began to grow again. She grew so big, that my Aunt ended up using her bedspreads to make a proper bodice for her dress."

"Must have looked a might strange."

"It did. I saw a picture. But it didn't matter about the dress, so much as the fact that they loved each other, and were now a couple. Word was, my Dad hadn't drank any of Mom's milk since the day he met her, but that evening, he asked her for a drink. Well, Mom was a little worried, but she did as he asked. Since she was too large to properly milk herself, Dad served himself."

"Was it any better?"

"Dad claims it was the best glass of milk he has ever tasted. Mom said he poured himself a few more, but had to stop, lest he burst his cummerbund."

"Wait. You said, 'has.' Surely yer Dad had more of her milk since then."

"Yeah, and Mom's never delivered a sour drop since that night. But still, Dad claims there was something about that tasting, that sticks with him."

"Yer Dad sounds like a real nice fellow."

"Oh, he is. And smart. It was a few weeks later that he asked Mom, if maybe they should start a dairy farm."

"Did she say yes?"

"Not at first. She was afraid of what others would say. Other than babies, ponies and stallions rarely drink Mare's milk. But, Dad thought her milk was good enough. He bought the proper equipment to collect her milk, and even moved their bedroom into a barn on his parent's property. Once it was finished, my Mom moved out there, and she's been living there ever since."

"In a barn?"

"She had to. You see, she had barely been able to squeeze into the bedroom in the main house, and after awhile, she couldn't even get through the doorframe. Took my Dad and a dozen other ponies to carefully remove the bedroom wall, and move her to the barn."

"Gol-ly!" Remarked Applebloom.

"So anyways, long story short, it took my Dad a little time, but eventually, most of the farm families around gave Mom's milk a try, and were sold. Course, there wasn't a whole lot of money to be made from her milk, so I didn't have a lot of things growing up."

"But you had your Aunt in Manehattan, who would send you books," remarked Applebloom.

"Hey, you still remember that?" Asked Coral.

"Well, you use such fancy words sometimes, it makes sense to me," said Applebloom. "Plus, you seem to like libraries like Twilight does."

"Not as much as her," chuckled Coral. "Anyway, now you know a bit more about me, and how I grew up. Hope you don't think any different of me."

Applebloom smiled, and scooted closer to him in the dirt.

"Ah think you're very sweet, Coral Leaf," she said. "You told me more than enough to see what a great pony you are. Ah'm sure your parents must be very proud of the stallion you've become."

Coral was finding it a bit difficult to breathe, let alone feeling like his heart was going to pop out of his chest (let alone the pressure in his pants!).

"I'm, I'm glad you understand, Applebloom," said Coral. "It's not something one normally talks about, and, since there aren't any milkmares around, I guess it can seem rather...gross."

"Or, maybe there actually is a milkmare here in Ponyville," said Applebloom, a devilish smile crossing her lips.

"Oh, I, I don't know about that," said Coral, as she began undoing the buttons on her blouse.

"Maybe ah'm just waitin' for the right stallion to come along," she cooed, pulling off her blouse, showing her large yellow breasts, contained in one of Rarity's lacy bras.

"M-maybe?" Said Coral, feeling a swelling in his pants.

"Hmm, waitin' fer somepony strong," said Applebloom, unhooking her bra. "Somepony nice and...big?"

With the last word, the rear hooks came undone, and she slid off the purple undergarment. As if for dramatic effect, the moon came out from behind a cloud, giving Coral a moonlit view of her twin beachballs.

"Would you do it, Coral?" Asked Applebloom, slowly walking towards him, each step making her chest bounce.

"W-would I what?"

"If ah was a milkmare, would you milk me?"

"Well, I mean, you, your sister, I wh-"

"*gasp* You'd milk mah sister too?"

"Nonono, I didn't mean tha-"

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Applebloom bent forward, her hands holding the sides of her chest.

"What-what is it?"

"They're growin, Coral. Ah, ah think I'm fillin' up with milk!"

"Th-that can't be! You, you don't look any bigger than -"

"Ah! Oh, ah feel like I, ah need to be milked!"

Coral was unsure just what to do. He stood there, gaping at his employer's bountiful daughter, holding her bosom, gasping and moaning right in front of him!

"Help me, Coral," she pleaded. "Ah, ah need you to milk me!"

Coral was so confused. While his mind was telling him he was probably wrong to be thinking what he was thinking, he scooted in front of her, his bulging crotch spreading his legs wide.

"Plleeeaasse," begged Applebloom.

And before he knew it, the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands, reached out, and squeezed the tips of each of Applebloom's huge nipples!

"Oh' Celestia," she cried out. "Milk me, Coral Leaf!"

He obeyed her command.

Coral tugged at one breast, and then the other. The round forms stretching and then squishing back, as he tried to milk the moaning girl.

"Nothing's coming out," he said.

"Tug, harder," she gasped, as her hands suddenly maneuvered under her chest, and flew to the zipper of his tight crotch.

"W-what, are, you, doing?" He gasped, still trying to get some milk out of her.

"You, need, release, too," she cried, and before he knew what was happening she had sprung his monster erection, and unwrapped it from Rarity's underwear like a Christmas present!

However, once freed, the enlarged penis jutted out right in front of Coral, straight into Applebloom's cleavage.

"S-sor-"

"Don't," she squeaked out, as her hands grasped his huge rod near it's base, and started to rub it vigorously.

Both Coral Leaf and Applebloom were soon overcome with a feeling neither had ever felt before: lust.

Coral's mind seemed to have lost the ability to reason. Forget applebucking, forget the harvest. At this moment, he was lost in the ecstasy of tugging and pulling on this amazing girl's bosom, as her soft hands stroked his huge shaft, which tingled as if a spark of electricity were running through it!

Applebloom as well, was experiencing a tingling sensation in her chest, as Coral pulled and pushed on her huge bosom. Suddenly, the tingling sensation seemed to travel through her entire body, and she suddenly slumped down in the dirt, as Coral, leaned over her, both breathing heavily.

"Wh-what's wrong?" He asked, "Are, you hurt?"

"No," she answered, gasping for air. "That...felt, amazing!"

"But, no milk came out," said Coral.

"I know," she said, "I'm not, a milkmare."

"But, but you said you were filling up."

"I just said that," she gasped again. "I, wanted to imagine, what it felt like."

"You mean, you tricked me?"

"No, nonononono," she cooed, softly.

"I, believed you," said Coral, his brain starting to gain reasoning skills again.

"Now Coral, please don't be mad."

"But, but you're half naked, and my, my dick's sticking out!"

"So? We saw each other naked a few days ago."

"Yeah," he said.

"And it's not like anyone saw us, right?"

"...Yeah?"

"Are you gonna tell Applejack what just happened?"

"No!...um, are you?"

"Of course not!" said Applebloom, rolling her eyes. "Whaddya think, ah'm crazy?"

"Well, you did just trick me into squeezing your boobs," said Coral.

"And ah gave yer rod a few squeezin's too," she said, grinning.

That seemed to lighten up the mood, and they both laughed, until Coral bucked his hips, causing his 3-ft long dick to squeeze further between her massive mounds, and hit Applebloom in the face!

"Hey! Watch it, Colossal Coral!"

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A short time later, Coral and Applebloom entered the Apple's farmhouse, being very careful not to make too much noise.

However, as they neared Applebloom's room, the sound of something hitting the floor caused them to stop!

Using the lantern, they realized it was a button.

Trying to realize where it had come from, the two soon realized it had once been a part of Applebloom's top.

Picking it up, Coral placed it in her hand, and quietly, she slipped into her room, giving him a little wave of her hand.

Night, Coral, she mouthed, quietly.

Night, Applebloom, he mouthed in return.

__________

The next day, Applebloom awoke as the cock crowed outside her window.

As she stretched and yawned, she looked down at her bosom...which looked even tighter in her pajama top than usual!

I swear, she thought. Every time ah look at you two, you seem bigger.

Getting up, she headed to the bathroom, where she undressed before the bathroom mirror.

Staring back at her, was a mature filly, sleep still in her eyes, and some tangles in her red hair.

Looking down at her breasts, she noted that they seemed to now hang past her belly button!

Maybe it was from Coral playin' with em last night, she thought, as her hands crested their swollen curves, and moved towards her large areola.

Closing her eyes, she could still feel his fingers, tugging and pulling, trying to milk her massive mammaries.

Getting into the shower, she turned on the faucet, and was met with a blast of cold water, that quickly became warm.

Using a bar of soap, she began to lather herself from head to toe, but as she soaped up her chest, she kept thinking back to Coral, and his hands kneading and squeezing her enormous assets.

Tilting her body under the shower, she felt droplets of water hug the contours of her chest, and drip down from her nipples, into the drain below.

Getting a naughty idea in her head, she took hold of her rubbery nipples, and began to tug and pull, just as Coral had done. As she felt the water trickle down from the tips, she imagined the liquid to be her own milk.

"Mornin,' Applejack," she whispered quietly to herself. "What's that? Ya need some milk for yer cereal? Well your big lil' sis has ya covered. And Granny Smith, that oatmeal could use a lil' of mah personal flavor. There ya go, only the best for mah favorite Granny. And Big Mac, you say you need a drink? Well, here's a nice tall-"

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

"Applebloom? You bout done in there?"

Applejack's voice broke through Applebloom's little fantasy, and she quickly let go of her breasts, which bounced against her abdomen.

"Yeah sis, almost done," she said, trying to rinse off the leftover soap.

"You better not have used up all the hot water. You don't want yer brother and Coral turning into icicles."

"Eeyup," came Big Mac's voice through the door.

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Applebloom was particularly quiet during breakfast, eating away at her flapjacks, as Applejack addressed Coral.

"So, you think the extra hours last night helped?" asked Applejack, causing Applebloom's eyes to shift quietly to Coral.

"Yeah, I think they'll end up being a big help," he said, his eyes staying perfectly on Applejack.

"How about you, Applebloom?" Asked AJ. "We could always use a second opinion."

"Um, oh yeah," she said, gulping down a forkful of pancake. "You know ol' Coral here, best hired hand Sweet Apple Acres ever got, yesiree!"

__________

Applebloom didn't say much to Coral after that. Once breakfast had been cleared, she and Granny Smith headed for the barn, and Coral headed off to the south orchard again.

She saw him look her way and give her a wave and a smile, and she attempted a polite wave back, but she found herself feeling, a little, strange, watching him walk down the path, out of her sight.

"Watch what yer doin' there, silly goose," said Granny Smith.

"Huh, whuh?" Said Applebloom, as if she had been 'goosed' herself.

"That there apple's in the wrong pile. Bruised ones go over there," she pointed to a dark brown bucket.

"Oh right. Sorry Granny," said Applebloom, picking her latest apple back up and tossing it in the proper bucket.

After a few more minutes of silence, Granny stopped sorting, and turned to Applebloom.

"Is uh, somethin' wrong, dearie?"

"Huh? N-no, nothin's, wrong Granny," said Applebloom.

"Well ah've known you since you was a brand new baby pony, and usually when you gets quiet like this, there's somethin' on yer mind."

"You, think so Granny?"

"I may be a might old, but I know you, yer sis, and brother well enough to tell when there's more going on up in yer noggin, than yer lettin' outta yer gob."

"Well, to tell you the truth Granny, I've been doin' some thinkin," said Applebloom, turning to face her elder.

"Bout what?"

"Bout, well, ah don't know. My...my destiny, ah guess."

"Now hon, is this to do with you still not havin' a cutie mark?"

"Well, kinda."

"Well like yer sister said, you'll get it one day-"

"I'm sure ah will, Granny, but, it's not just that."

"Well, what else is there?"

Maybe I'm...not cut out to be an apple after all, Applebloom wanted to say. Maybe I'm destined for something, different.

"Um, well...maybe...somepony?"

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, as Granny suddenly gave a chuckle.

"Is that it, then? Mah lil' Applebloom's got her sights on a handsome stallion?"

"Well, maybe?"

"'Maybe?' Is that the only word yer gonna use all day?"

"Well, ah, he, ah-ah don't really know, Granny!"

Applebloom rose to her feet so fast that her bosom almost bopped her in the chin, as she walked a ways over to the barn doors, and stared off towards the orchards, where the distant sounds of the harvest were carried in on the wind.

"Now now," said Granny, slowly getting up and walking over to Applebloom. "Ah didn't mean to make you mad."

"*sigh* Ah know, Granny," said AB, giving her elder a hug as she came up next to her.

"It's that Coral Leaf, isn't it?"

"Applebloom's eyes popped open.

"Hu-how did you-?"

"Well, he's just bout the only young stallion around that seems appropriate for you. And I've seen him sneakin' some glances at you during dinnertime."

"Well, guess nothin' gets by you, Granny," said Applebloom.

"Ah may not be as spry as ah once was," said Granny, "but my eyes are always keepin' a lookout: especially for potential mates for mah grandchildren."

"Granny, he's not a, a mate," said Applebloom, blush returning to her cheeks.

"Well, maybe, yer special somepony?"

"M-maybe, or...just a, friend?"

"Well, which is he, then?"

"Ah.., ah guess I'm still tryin' to figure that out."

"Well, you better figure it out soon, dearie. Once the Cider Festival's over, he's prob'ly gonna be hitting the road again. After all, yer sis only hired him out for the harvestin.' Come on now, let's get back to work."

"In-in a minute, Granny," said Applebloom her eyes a little glassy, as she looked back out towards the orchard.

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After a rather quiet dinner, Coral was back out buckin' away in the south orchard. Just like that morning, Applebloom had been rather quiet, and this had caused him to question the night before.

Had he gone too far? Maybe she was upset at how he had touched her body? But then again, she had unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, allowing it to lay in her deep cleavage.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling nearby.

"Hark! Is it the ghost of Sweet Apple Acres who approaches?" He said.

"No, it's just me," said Applebloom stepping out of the shadows, wearing jean shorts and a denim top, and carrying a lantern of her own.

"So, um, are you, mad at me?" asked Coral.

"Mad at you? Coral, why would I be mad at you?"

"Well, ever since this morning, you haven't said a word to me. Even at dinner you ignored me-"

"But ah'm here now," she said, the lantern illuminating her face, showing an expression that Coral couldn't figure out.

"Yeah, so you are," he said, taking a whack at a tree. "So, you want to help, talk, or something else?"

"I think, I...I need to know something, from you," she said, shyly rubbing her arm, squishing her chest uncomfortably.

"Well, what is it?" He asked, swinging at another tree. "You want to know more about where I grew up? Want to know more about milkmares? More about-"

"Do you like me, Coral Leaf?"

His heart jumped in his chest, as he turned to look at her.

"Coral, ah need to know. Last night, was, was, strange, and weird and, and-and, just so bizarre. I've, never let any stallion touch me like that. And then this mornin,' ah was thinkin' bout yer Mom, and, ah was in the shower, imagining how it would be if ah wuz givin' milk. Ah know it sounds crazy, but what if, that's mah destiny? Ah know I'm an Apple, but what Apple has breasts like these? Ever since you came here Coral, you've been so nice. You saved me from Timberwolves, you helped me stand up to Diamond Tiara, mah friends even like you, and, and-and-and ah know I'm ramblin' like a madpony, and ah think ah could just go on gabbin' mah gums off til' the milkmares came home unless you-"

"I love you, Applebloom."

Her mouth hung open like a fish gasping for air, as Coral put down his stick, and walked over to her.

"The first time I saw you, when I came to Sweet Apple Acres, I couldn't get you out of my mind. I felt so odd having this big bulge between my legs, and I had never seen such a pretty pony before. I remember when we were being chased by those Timberwolves. I was terrified, but I was even more terrified that they might harm you. I was so happy to see you stand up to Diamond like you promised me, and I will admit, I first thought your friend Sweetie Belle was annoying. But the other day, despite you girls ganging up on me and making me go around naked, I think you helped me, in a way nopony else has ever done before. If not for you and your friends, I'd probably still be wearing my overalls and going around without underwear, wandering around Appleloosa somewhere."

"Wow," said Applebloom. "Walkin' around without yer underwear on. You really know how tah' charm a girl, Coral."

Coral just smiled and opened his arms wide. Next thing he knew, Applebloom had taken a flying leap, and with a tidal wave of boobflesh, the two landed in a poof of dust, as Coral leaned up, and kissed Applebloom...on her lips! He could feel his penis getting hard against her lower extremities, but he didn't care anymore. She was hugging him tightly, her twin beachballs squashed against his chest, and she could also feel his bulge, squished against her waist. These two awkward young ponies it seemed, had finally found their perfect somepony.

"Mmm," said Coral, licking his lips.

"What?" Asked Applebloom.

"Such a tasty little apple."

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Some time later, the two sat next to their lanterns, as the sky overhead was illuminated with stars.

"Ah wonder if they would've approved of you," said Applebloom, staring up into the sky.

"Who?" Asked Coral.

Mah parents," said AB. "Oh heck, here ah've gone and spoiled the moment-"

"No no, it's fine," said Coral. "Go ahead. I mean, did you know them?"

"Not really. Granny says they died when I was still a baby."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Coral. "Does Applejack have any memories about them?"

"None she's ever shared with me. Yer lucky, though. You had a mother and a father."

As he looked at her eyes, Coral took Applebloom's hand, and gave it a little kiss.

"I think they would have been fine with me," he said, reassuringly. "Applebloom, I know I'm just some over-sized farmboy from northwestern Equestria, but all I want to do is make sure you're happy."

A smile spread across her face, and in the glint of the lanterns, he saw tears begin to form in her eyes.

"Ah want that so much," she said, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "But, I don't know if that's going to be possible."

"Why not?"

"Ah was talkin' to Granny Smith this afternoon, and she reminded me, that once the harvest and ciderfest is over, you'll be leaving."

"Oh yeah...that," said Coral, looking at the dancing flames in the lanterns.

"You forgot?" She asked, looking into his face.

"Guess I've just been living in the moment."

"Must be somethin' in the air round here," replied Applebloom. "Sometimes, it feels so nice here...so, comfortable. Course, in a few weeks, the Timberwolves will start howlin,' and the zap apple trees will-wait a minute, ah got it!"

"What?"

"The zap apple harvest! It's usually a big job to prepare for, and seein' as how I'm kinda, y'know, a bit bigger than normal, maybe Applejack would consider lettin' ya help in my place!"

"Worth a shot," said Coral, giving her a cuddling squeeze. That's one thing I like about you, Applebloom. Big heart, big breasts, big brains."

"Whoa, slow down there, big boy," she said, giving him a crooked smile. "Don't be gettin' too big for yer britches."

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Of course, the cuddling couldn't last, as Coral had to remind Applebloom that they still had plenty more apples to buck.

This time, they stayed out an extra hour, to make up for their 'alone time.' Needless to say, they returned to the farmhouse, a little more exhausted than the day before, but this time, it was hand-in-hand.

As they stood in front of Applebloom's door, another kiss was exchanged, before they parted for the evening.

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And so it went, for the next couple days. As evening fell over the orchards, Coral would be working away, eagerly waiting for his special somepony to make her appearance.

Eventually, Applebloom appeared, and would assist the best she could.

They would still take some time to rest, and share more about each other.

Applebloom opened up a bit more about her life in Ponyville, as well as the adventures she and her friends had gone on.

Even with with the extra help that Applebloom added by bucking a tree or two, it made all the difference, when soon, the south orchard was finally picked clean!

Now, with just the north orchard left to harvest, Applejack ended up changing her lineup.

Big Mac was moved back up to the farmhouse, where he solely worked the cider press. This left Coral taking over the main harvesting duties of the north orchard, while still maintaining his late-night schedule (with secret, nightly visits from Applebloom).

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And then, 4 days before the deadline, Applejack called the entire family out to the north orchard. In a field of trees that had been bucked clean, stood Coral.

"Apple Family," said Applejack. "Ah never thought this day would come. But ah guess you were right, Applebloom. Maybe ah wuz just bein' a bit silly.

"Anywhoo, thanks to our amazing hired hand, Coral Leaf, we're about to wrap up an amazin' harvest! Coral, would you do the honors?"

"As you wish, Applejack," he said, and taking a big wind-up, swung his stick with all his might, and with a rustling of leaves, the last of the apples had been harvested!

The family hooted and hollered, and next thing Coral knew, Big Mac had grabbed his hand and squeezed him in with the family, who celebrated for a few more minutes before Applejack straightened her hat.

"Alright now, harvestin's done, but we got some other things still to do. Now, Big Mac's already got plenty of cider made for the first few days, but ah feel we're gonna need more. Ah hear Pinkie is really spreadin' the word on this week-long shindig, and so, ah think we'll need at least 20-25 barrels a day, instead of our usual 15. Also, ah know you have your heart set on that barn dance, Coral. So, here's what ah'm proposin. On that day, we'll up the amount of barrels by a bit more, and give all proceeds from that day to gettin' Ponyville a new library. Plus, any donations at the barn dance as well."

"Applejack," said Coral. "That sounds great. Thank you for that."

Next thing Applejack knew, the young stallion had given her a big hug (with a bit of a big bulge included!).

"Uh-heh-heh, well then," said Applejack, pulling away a bit awkwardly. "Ah'm gonna let you and Applebloom off for the rest of the day, so you two can go into town."

"Fer what?" Asked Applebloom.

"Fer yourselves," said Applejack. "It's not everyday we have a barn dance. And besides, if Rarity can make you and your friends some nice swimsuits, ah reckon she can make you some nice attire for the dance."

"She sure can," said Applebloom, taking Coral's hand. "Come on, Coral. Let's go!"

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Applebloom spent most of the walk to town, yammerin' away as Coral just smiled and nodded. As they got a ways away from the farm, Applebloom found herself taking Coral's hand, and a smile spread across his face. When they eventually got to town, they passed Sugarcube Corner, where Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were leaving with milkshakes in their hands.

"Hi, girls," waved Applebloom.

"Hi Applebloom," called out Sweetie, before suddenly gasping. "Oh my gosh, Scootaloo. Look!"

"W-what is it?" Asked Coral, as the two fillies approached.

"What is it?" Said Sweetie, taking hold of Applebloom and Coral's conjoined hands, and waggling them in his face. "You're holding my best friend's hand!"

"Applebloom, is there something you wanna tell us?" asked Scootaloo.

"Girls," said Applebloom, blushing furiously, "meet mah special somepony, Coral Leaf."

It was the second time in an hour that Coral found himself in the midst of a loud, raucous group of celebrating ponies.

"This calls for a little celebration," said Scootaloo, taking Applebloom's hand. "Milkshakes, all around!"

"Ah think that's being taken care of," giggled Applebloom, looking down at her wobbling chest, and smiling secretly at Coral, as the two shared the little joke.

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A few moments later, the group were drinking their milkshakes, as they walked towards Rarity's.

"Oh, Rarity is going to have a field day," said Sweetie. "She's still talking about those swimsuits...especially yours, Coral. I bet she can come up with some great stuff for us to wear to the barn dance!"

"It's so nice that you even got Applejack to do a donation drive for a new library," chimed in Scootaloo to Coral. "Truth be told, I do kind of miss the Golden Oaks Library."

"Yeah," said Sweetie Belle. "Say, remember that time you tried to make an apple grow in there Applebloom, and we ended up covered in applesauce?"

"Yeah, not one of my best moments," said Applebloom, remembering her 'Twilight Time' as a young filly. "I do hope Rarity isn't too busy. Truth be told, ah may need mah bras adjusted."

"They grew again?" asked Sweetie. "Well, Rarity shouldn't have any problems there. She may question what you're eatin' to make you get so big, but truth be told, she loves a good challenge. Come to think of it, what ARE you eating to make you get so big? Maybe you could hook me and Scootaloo up with your secret stash? We are your best friends, after all."

As he listened to the girls talk, Coral was all smiles, sipping his banana milkshake. His hand felt warm in Applebloom's, and he couldn't recall a more perfect day. However, as the group passed in front of Twilight Sparkle's castle, something crossed his mind.

"Say, Applebloom," he said. "Why don't you and your friends go to Rarity's, and I'll catch up?"

"Huh? What for?" asked Applebloom.

"I want to ask Twilight something," said Coral. "It'll be really quick."

"Alright," said Applebloom, as she let go of his hand, and then planted a kiss on his cheek. "See you soon."

"Byyyeeeee, Corrraalll," said Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo in cheerful unison, before breaking into fits of laughter.

"Bye girls," he said, smiling and waving back.

"My sister doesn't like to be kept waiting," Sweetie called back playfully, before the girls disappeared around a corner.

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Entering through the big double-doors of Twilight's castle, Coral walked down the long hallway, until he reached the main library of the castle. In her chair, sat Twilight, deep in reading.

"Um, hello?" He asked, knocking on the wall.

"Huh-whuh?" Said Twilight, jolting up from her book. "Oh, hi Coral Leaf. It's been awhile."

"Yeah, been hard at work up at Sweet Apple Acres. Got some good news: we finished harvesting today."

"That's great!" Said Twilight, clapping her hands. "Pinkie Pie's been telling us about next week's cider festival. Word is, she spread the word far and wide, so I hope you'll have plenty of cider."

"Oh yeah, Applejack's preparing for a big crowd," he said. "Plus, we have a barn dance next Wednesday, and all sales and donations that day, we want to donate to giving Ponyville a new library."

At that mention, Twilight's jaw fell open, and next thing Coral knew, he was being embraced by The Princess of Friendship!

"Coral, that's wonderful!" Said Twilight. "Not that I don't mind letting ponies use my own castle library, but, I am so pleased the Apple Family is doing something special like that-"

Suddenly, Twilight stopped, feeling a bulge against her lower area.

"Oh, sorry," said Coral, as Twilight saw his distended pants.

"Oh," she said, "I, guess I didn't know you were so...big?"

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said, rubbing the hair on his head, sheepishly.

"A-heh, well, I'm sure you're just...excited," said Twilight.

"Yeah, I kinda am," said Coral. "And, speaking of the barn dance, I was hoping you could help me with something."

"Oh, of course," said Twilight, the awkwardness of the moment fading away. "As the Princess of Friendship, I am at your service."

"Well, at the barn dance, there's a certain pony I want to dance with, and...well...do you have any books on dancing I could borrow?"

Author's Note

In writing the chapters for this story, I have been surprised that in doing so, the inspiration seems to come in 'batches.'

After having fun with chapter 4, this chapter just seemed to 'flow,' and following the revelations of Coral's size, the revelations about his family life let alone AB and her friends getting along well with Coral, made the chapter a treat. Plus, we get some fun, if minor, character development between our burgeoning young couple.

Explaining about Coral's family life, was probably the hardest thing to get down. Originally, the direction I took, just felt...off. In going over what I had in mind, Coral Leaf told me some of his own ideas of what his OC's family life was like...and suddenly, the walls were shattered, and the story's direction went somewhere I probably wouldn't have come to on my own! With his ideas now in my head, I rewrote Coral's family history, and it flowed in a manner, not unlike the swimming hole party scene in chapter 4.

In writing this story, and another non-pony story some years ago, it has been rather interesting to have a support group, to discuss and bounce ideas off of. At the moment, I'm kind of in a 'holding pattern' with some future chapters, but hopefully, I'll find the inspiration I need to start building up the next few chapters.

Chapter 6

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With just a few days to go until the Cider Festival, Coral Leaf and the entire Apple family were doing everything they could, to make the week-long event go like clockwork.

Coral's nightly applebucking (along with a little 'help' from Applebloom) had definitely paid off, and given Applejack just what she needed: a little more time to prepare.

With the apples now harvested, most of the activity was centered around the main barn, and farmhouse area.

Applebloom and Granny Smith were still hard at work sorting apples, while Coral assisted Big Mac with making cider.

Though Applebloom claimed she was fine carrying a new load of 'good' apples over to be pressed into cider, it got a little humorous the first few times, seeing her huge breasts engulfing the upper area of the baskets, knocking a few apples onto the ground.

Coral offered to do the carrying for Applebloom, and requested she call him over when a new basket was ready for pressing. Course, it probably didn't help that his chuckling at her previous attempts, had Applebloom calling him over with several false alarms, before Coral decided to just ignore her for a bit.

"Makin' him work for his supper, huh sweetie?" smiled Granny Smith, tossing another apple into the 'good' basket.

"Just tryin' to keep him in shape," smiled Applebloom. "Member, he's not as strong in the legs, as he is up top."

"Hmm, though he's a might bulgy down in the underbrush," said Granny, eyeing Coral's crotch.

"Granny Smith, shame on you," said Applebloom, playfully wagging her finger. "Eyein' Coral like that."

"Aw, I can't let you have all the fun," said Granny. "Oh, Coral! We got another basket fer ya."

"On my way," said Coral, finishing rolling another cider barrel to the stacks, before trotting over.

"Hey, how come you came when Granny Smith called?" asked Applebloom, with a pout on her face.

"Because Granny Smith, doesn't want me to run myself ragged," said Coral, with a smarmy smile on his face. "Which basket, Granny?"

"That one, Coral. Riiiight, behind ya."

"Coral turned away from the two Apples, and proceeded to bend over to pick up the bucket, only to suddenly feel a smack on his hindquarters!

"Hey!" He said, jerking upright, and turning around. "Alright, which of you two did that?"

The only response was Applebloom and Granny Smith, pointing at the other, innocently.

"Guess mischief is hereditary," he said, picking up the basket, while keeping an eye on them. Then, after dropping the apples into the cider press, he headed out the barn door.

Applebloom and Granny shared a little laugh at what had happened.

"Ya sure can be quick when it counts, Granny," said Applebloom.

"Well, y'know," said Granny, looking towards the door, and leaning a ways to her right. "Take it from me: sometimes, it pays to watch yer back."

"Yeah, you got Coral smack in theeeeaaAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Applebloom's voice rose to a shriek, as she soon found herself soaking wet from a stream of water hitting her from behind! Turning around, she saw Coral standing near the barn door, with the water hose.

"Coral Leaf!" She screeched, 'bouncing' to her hooves. "Why'd ya do that fer!?"

"Like Granny said, it pays to watch yer back."

Next thing Coral knew, he was running out of the barn laughing, with Applebloom close behind, threatening to 'put a knot in his hose.'

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"Well Apples, here's to another great day," said Applejack, raising a toast around the dinner table. "We're almost done sortin,' and Big Mac's pressed enough cider fer 5 days."

"Eeyup," replied Big Mac, proudly.

"However, ah have found something that I failed to take into account, regarding our surplus this year."

"What's that, sis?" asked Applebloom.

"Well, as you know, we can't sell the bruised apples, and we don't use em' in our cider. We usually give em' to the pigs, but this year, we got about 5 times as many bruised apples, as we do pigs! They may be bruised, but ah hate the thought of throwin' out that many apples. Anypony got any suggestions?"

"Well, can't you use the bruised apples for other things?" suggested Coral.

"Like what?' asked Applejack.

"Well, they're still apples. They may be bruised, but they're still good to eat. They just need to be, used in a different-"

"Oh duhh, of course!" said Applebloom, smacking her head. "We can make em into all sorts of other treats and desserts, and sell em next to the stand!"

"We still got a few days," said Coral. "And Applebloom and Granny Smith should be finishing up sorting tomorrow. You could start making, apple pies or fritters tomorrow, and then the two of them could help when they're finished up."

"Well, ah guess that is one way to solve our apple problem," said Applejack. "Glad you got a good head on yer shoulders, Coral. You sure have done a good deal to help out around here. Kinda wish you didn't have to be leavin' after the festival."

"Oh, yeah," said Coral, remembering that he was still little more than the hired help, even if the Apples did treat him like family.

"Well, wait just a minute," interjected Applebloom. "Coral, doesn't have to leave so soon!"

"Applebloom," said Applejack, "the festival is over next we-"

"There's still the zap apples! You know they usually grow and ripen a few weeks after the festival!"

"That is true, Applebloom, but harvestin' zap apples has usually been a family tradition, an-"

"-an because Coral ain't family, he can't participate? The zap apples ain't gonna care who harvests them!"

"Applebloom-"

"Come on, Applejack," said Applebloom, a little whine in her voice. He's been a big help this whole season, on account of, well, how 'big' I've gotten. Cant'cha let him stay on fer a few more weeks?"

"What could it hurt?" chimed in Granny Smith. "Besides, with the way our little Apple's bloomin,' ah think a nice, strong stallion might be just what we need."

Applejack looked around the table, and gave a resigned sigh.

"Alright. Looks like yer stayin' on for a few more weeks, Coral."

"Aw thanks, sis," cried Applebloom, as she reached over and gave Coral a little pat on his hand.

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After dinner, Coral and Applebloom strolled out of the farmhouse, towards the orchard. There was still some light in the sky, as the orange of the sunset began to fade to a deep purple.

As they rounded the corner of the barn, and headed towards the south orchard, Coral took Applebloom's hand.

"Guess you got me for a little while longer," said Coral.

"Yeah," said Applebloom, not sounding as cheerful as she had been after the confirmation by her sister.

"Guess I'll get to try Ponyville's famous Apple Family Cider, and some Zap Apple Jam as well."

"...yeah."

"Applebloom, what's wrong?"

"Ah gotcha for a few more weeks," said Applebloom. "And then what? You'll hop on a train, and take off?"

"Applebloom, d-don't do this," said Coral, a knot forming in his stomach. If there was anyone else who didn't want to think too hard about the future, it was him.

"Well, it's just, yer so nice and, and we get along so well and, you and mah friends and we, ah mean, you and I-"

"Applebloom!" Said Coral, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Breathe. Slowly."

Chest to chest, Coral felt her bosom expand and contract a few inches, as she obeyed him. For good measure, he stroked her shoulders slightly.

"Feel better?"

"A little."

"Are you always this excitable?"

"Not when the first somepony ah've ever liked is going away."

"We've still got time," said Coral. "We should enjoy it, while we can...hey, why don't you show me the zap apple trees?"

"There's, really not much to see right now, Coral."

"Well, I can prepare myself. Doesn't it pay to be prepared?"

Yeah. I...I guess."

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After snaking a path through the south and east orchards, the two came to an open area, punctuated by a tree or two in various place. Most notable, was a somewhat faded tree house, sitting in the branches of one tree.

"Did that used to be yours?" asked Coral, looking at the structure.

"Sure was," replied Applebloom. "Used to be Applejack's, but she let me, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo have it for our Cutie Mark Crusaders club."

"Yeah, you mentioned that before," noted Coral. "What are the Cutie Mark Crusaders?"

"They're me and mah friends. Y'see, long time ago, we met at a party, and decided to form a group to get our cutie marks. Darn near tried everthin' too."

"Well, from what I saw when we went swimming," said Coral, trying not to sound too cheeky, "I guess you three weren't very successful?"

"Nope," said Applebloom, kicking at a mushy apple on the ground. "We actually ended up startin' some other chapters across Equestria. My cousin Babs Seed in Manehattan helped start a chapter there, and she got her cutie mark."

"Really? What did she get?"

"A pair of scissors."

"Scissors? What does that mean her special talent is?"

"Don't really know. To tell you the truth, it's been awhile since I've talked to her."

"Say, I got a fun idea," said Coral, his eyes on the clubhouse door. "Why don't you show me around inside?"

"You wanna go in? There's not much to see anymore. We kinda, outgrew it awhile ago. Plenty of room for three little fillies, but three grown fillies like us? It gets crowded real quickly."

"Well, what if I wanna join?" Smiled Coral, unbuckling his belt, and pulling down his pants to show his 'flank.' "See? No cutie mark, remember?"

"Put your pants back on," giggled Applebloom. "Maybe some other time. Ah thought you wanted to see the zap apple trees, Mr over-achiever."

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Soon afterwards, the two were wandering through the quiet zap apple orchard, with Coral examining the somewhat gnarled trees.

"They don't look like they're close to being ready," he said, peering up into the dark foliage. "I don't see any fruit."

"They don't work the way regular apple trees do," said AB. "They're very special. Granny was the first one in the family to find out bout em, and she's been makin' zap apple jam ever since."

"I'm kind of surprised you don't wait until the zap apples bloom, and try to do a cider and jam fest," replied Coral.

"Guess we just strike while the iron's hot when it comes to cider. Part of the fam'ly tradition. Course, since we don't have as many zap apple trees, there's not as much to make. Even so, we do get a little boost from the jam. Granny made a deal with the family that owns the store Barnyard Bargains ages ago. Since then, the first 100 jars go to them."

"Wasn't that the store we were going to the other week?"

"Yup. Diamond Tiara's great-grandfather made the deal with Granny, and currently, Filthy Rich is upholding it."

"I can't believe your family is somehow doing business with a family that has..well...that 'thing' in it."

"Well, you know how we get a few bad apples here or there? Diamond Tiara's a lot like that. Fortunately, her Dad's pretty nice. Some days, he'll stop on by, and just have a little conversation with Granny."

Suddenly, there was a rumble off in the distance, and slowly, on the horizon, the stars began to disappear.

"Sounds like a storm's coming," said Coral.

"Yeah," replied Applebloom. "We better head back. Maybe we can beat it back to the farm."

A normal stallion and filly would have broken into a fast gallop, but given the hugeness of Coral and Applebloom's "accoutrements," the two attempted a cross between a trot and a gallop, heading back the way they came.

Unfortunately, shortly after they left the zap apple trees, they ran into the storm. Within seconds, they were soaked.

"Darn it," said Applebloom, as they rushed under a nearby tree.

"We could keep going," said Coral, "but by the time we get back to the farm, we'd probably be soaked to the bone."

"Or catch a cold," said Applebloom, rubbing her bare arms. "Last thing we need is somepony gettin' sick right before the Cider Festival. Applejack wouldn't like that one bit."

"If only there was a place nearby we could wait out the rain in," replied Coral, as a flash of lightning lit up the area.

The flash illuminated something nearby, and Applebloom smiled.

"Coral, how'd you like to become an honorary Cutie Mark Crusader?"

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A few moments later, the two were squeezing through the small doorway of the former clubhouse.

Inside, cobwebs and some leaves littered the floor. Both Coral and Applebloom had to crouch down, as they were in danger of their heads hitting the ceiling.

An oil lantern hung in a corner, with a podium and some chairs nearby. Several faded posters had fallen onto the floor, the stickiness of their tape long gone.

"Guess it's been awhile," said Coral, as another flash of lightning lit up the room, casting long shadows.

"Ah think there's still a little left in here," said Applebloom, taking down the lantern. Reaching under the podium, she withdrew a small box of matches, and struck one.

A few moments later, the lantern cast a glow around the small space, as the two huddled near it for warmth.

"Kinda hard to believe ah was small enough to walk around in here once," said Applebloom, picking up a piece of paper.

"Hey, looks like I found some blankets," said Coral, pulling out some red fabric pieces from under the podium. "Kind of small, though."

"Oh!" Said Applebloom, taking them from him, with a giggle. "Those aren't blankets. Those are our official Cutie Mark Crusaders capes! See?"

Unfolding the top one, the red cape showed a blue shield with a gold pony on it, and turning it over, the other side was lined with gold silk.

"Did Rarity make those? Looks like her handiwork."

"Believe it or not, Sweetie Belle did. These capes have been through quite a lot. First time we wore em, we almost got turned to stone by a cockatrice-"

"Wait, you encountered a cockatrice? I didn't know they were out here."

"Well, we found it in the Everfree Forest. You see, what happened was-"

And pretty soon, Coral was learning a little more about Applebloom's childhood, as well as her connection to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Before long, he was educated about royal weddings, galas, games, princesses, and plenty more.

Even with all her prattling on about her adventures growing up, Applebloom still wasn't able to outlast the storm with her tales, as by the end of her recollections, the pounding of the rain on the roof, sounded like it had increased.

"Guess we'll be here awhile," said Coral. "Geez, I'm still soaked."

"Me too," said Applebloom, rubbing her arms a bit harder.

"Think your sister's out looking for us?"

"Maybe if ah were younger she would be. She shore does care an awful lot bout me and the farm, though when she realized ah was growin' up, she gave me a little more space to be myself."

"Well, by the looks of you, I'd say it was a lot," replied Coral, his eyes darting down to her soaked cleavage.

"Look whose talkin," she said, giving his bulge a playful poke.

"You know what?" Said Coral, suddenly starting to unbutton his shirt, "these need to come off."

"Coral," said AB, as he removed his shirt, and started for his belt buckle. "What're ya doin now?"

"Our clothes aren't getting any drier. Maybe we can hang em up somewhere."

"Well, all we really have are those chairs over by the podium."

"Ok, it's not much, but that should work."

"Ah must be crazy," said Applebloom, beginning to take off her own top, "but at this point, why not? Though, how are we gonna dry off?"

__________

A few moments later, their clothes were hanging over the wooden chairs, while the former CMC capes, were wrapped around the two naked lovers.

"Feeling a little drier?" asked Coral, his stiff member between his body, and Applebloom's back.
"A bit," she said, rubbing her hands together, trying to draw warmth from the small lantern. "Who'd have thought our club stuff would be used like this?"

"Well, you were just little fillies when you started the club," said Coral, giving his rod a playful squish against her back.

"Mmm," said Applebloom, turning away from the fire, her bosom soon resting against his cock. "And now, ah'm not such a little filly, am I?"

"Nope, you're quite a ponderous pony," said Coral, as he felt her buck her hips against him.

"And yer just a super-sized stallion," she cooed, her hands reaching under her bosom, trying to grasp his stallionhood. "Say, did you get, bigger recently?"

"Maybe," said Coral.

"Ah think you did. Ah member when we were limboing, Sweetie had her hands all the way around yer, thingie, but ah can't even do that."

"Let's take a look," said Coral, and took off their 'covers.'

Sitting upright on the floor of the clubhouse, his cock rose higher than his head by half-a-foot! Applebloom, on her knees, moved forward, her own accoutrements squishing like warm bread dough around part of his towering rod, as she tried to get her hands around it.

"Ah was right!" she said. "See? Ah should be able to touch fingers, but there's a gap. And, it looks like yer, tip's bigger too."

In the light of the lantern, the firm dome of his penis shone like a helmet.

"Guess I've been a bit too busy to notice," said Coral.

"Guess I'll have to encircle it another way," teased Applebloom.

"And how will you do that?" asked Coral, when suddenly, he felt her enormous bosom squeezing around his penis!

"Ohhh!" he suddenly cried out, as a naughty smile spread across Applebloom's lips.

"What's that, Coral?" she asked, giving him another squeeze.

The only thing Coral could mutter was a wavering moan.

"Well, ah guess ah found yer weak spot," she giggled. "A coupla squeezes, and yer speechless!"

The lantern-light flickered on the couple, as Applebloom continued to tit-fuck Coral. After shaking her huge bosom, she also ran her tits up and down his shaft, which made him breath harder, and brought a tingling sensation through her body as well.

Coral just leaned back, his balls squished between his thighs, as he savored the sensation of this cute farm girl, pleasuring him with her own body.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, as he felt something wet on the tip of his penis. Looking up, he saw Applebloom's lips against part of the bulbous tip, kissing and licking it.

"Hey, big boobs," he chuckled. "Lover boy's lips are down here."

"Well I'm sorry, colossal Coral," she pouted. "But your friend here, is closer. So, he gets all my attention."

"Oh, really?" smirked Coral, eyeing her darkly-golden nipples. "Well if that's the case, I think I'm gonna have a little chat with one of your girls here."

"Girls?" asked Applebloom before she suddenly felt Coral's hands puckering her left nipple, and his mouth engulfing it!

"Ahhhh," she stuttered, as he slurped and suckled on her.

Almost as a sensual 'combat' to his sucking, Applebloom squished her boobs together harder, adding more sensual pleasure and pressure to the huge hard-on. Leaning forward, she started to lick and suck along the upper tip, taking long, drawn out suckles, and smacking her lips.

Coral sucked long and hard on her nipple, pulling and pushing against AB's left yellow globe, as their muffled moans seemed to almost drown out the sounds of the storm-

"Applebloom! Coral Leaf!"

The voice in the rain caused them to suddenly stop! After an awkward untangling, they hit the floor, and Applebloom turned down the light of the lantern.

Coral slowly inched his way over to the window, where he saw somepony with a lantern, holding an umbrella.

"Are ya round here?" came a familiar voice, cutting through the rain.

"It's Applejack," said Coral, turning back to AB, who had taken one of the CMC cloaks, and was covering herself with it.

"Aww, fooey," said Applebloom. "And just when things were gettin' good."

"Guess we'll have to continue another time," said Coral, crawling over to the chairs, and tossing Applebloom her clothes. "Last thing we want is to rile your sister up."

"Ah know," said Applebloom, beginning to put her panties back on. "You've proven your worth as a hired hand on the farm, but ah don't think she'd be happy to find us in here, like...this."

Pretty soon, the two were dressed, and AB turned off the lantern, placing it back on it's hook. Opening the door, they saw AJ, not but 15 ft from the clubhouse door.

"Up here, sis!" called out Applebloom, as another flash of lightning cut through the sky. "Boy, we're sure glad to see you!"

__________

Fortunately, Applejack had brought a few umbrellas along, and Coral and Applebloom took them, as the trio headed back to the farm.

When Applejack questioned what they were doing so far from the main house, Applebloom explained that Coral was just curious about the zap apple trees, and had also become curious about the clubhouse.

"And then, next thing we knew, it was pourin' buckets, and we were soaked," said AB. "Fortunately, we got into the clubhouse in good time. There was still some oil in the lamp, so we huddled around it to get dry."

"Well, ah'm sure glad ah found you two when ah did," said Applejack. "Last thing ah need is a couple of sick ponies when cider festival hits."

"We know," said Apple and Coral in unison, before suddenly realizing it.

Applejack just chuckled, as they made their way back to the house.

__________

Being caught in the rain (along with the added fun in the clubhouse) had worn out AB and Coral, by the time they got back.

Everyone else was already asleep, as Applejack removed her rain gear, and cautioned them to be quiet.

"You two can sleep in a bit tomorrow," she said. "But remember, we got just two days til' the festival."

"Got it," said Coral, as they headed upstairs, following behind her.

"Get to bed fast, y'hear?" said Applejack, as she closed her bedroom door, "Night."

"Night," chimed back the two.

Applebloom headed to the bathroom, as Coral headed to his door.

"Yer not gonna clean up?" she asked.

"I think I got pretty clean earlier," he smiled. "Maybe it was Luna, getting me back for spritzing you earlier today."

Applebloom stifled a little giggle at this.

"Maybe," she said. "Maybe Celestia saw, and reported to her bout it. Downpour did seem to come outta-"

*creak*

"Hey! Ah said get to bed fast!" whispered AJ, peeking out of her door.

And that was that.

Applebloom headed quickly into the bathroom, and Coral into his room. However, before he went to bed, he reached under his pillow, and pulled out a book.
It wasn't that big, and looked pretty old. On the cover, was the title: "So you have two left hooves."

As he worked his way through another chapter, Coral's free hand began snaking it's way down towards his distended crotch. However, as his hand rubbed over one of the pant's belt loops, he suddenly stopped, as he realized something.

Oh no, he thought, looking down at his pants. I left my belt in the clubhouse!

__________

The next morning, Applebloom and Coral woke up around 9.

The house was pretty much deserted by the time the two had woken up, so seeing the rest of the family out by the barn, the two partook in a little roleplaying.

"Good morning, Applebloom," said Coral, walking over to her and giving her a kiss. "You look fuller this morning."

"Why thank you, Coral," she smiled back. "Ah think ah gained a gallon or two last night while sleepin."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Coral, going to a cupboard and removing a glass. "The stallion of the house needs his nutrients."

"Of course, darling," said Applebloom, unbuttoning her shirt, and pulling her left breast out of her bra. "Just say when."

Coral and her had another giggle as she pretended to fill up his glass, and he took a long, satisfying gulp.

"Honey, that was extra-delicious," he said, pretend-wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.

After awhile, they got down to business and had some eggs and toast (along with some cow's milk in the fridge), before setting out to the barn.

Applejack was already sorting apples with Granny, but once AB appeared, she returned to the kitchen, working on making a number of apple-tastic treats for the festival.

Coral, feeling a bit energized from his time with Applebloom the night before (as well as his little morning play-session), seemed to have a little more energy, and became the proverbial "workhorse" of the family.

Quickly, he worked out a way to efficiently bring in buckets of the bruised apples for baking, then returned to the barn to shift buckets of good apples to be pressed for cider, and rushed over to seal and roll barrels of the finished beverage, to their designated area in the barn.

Needless to say, after an hour's time, he was a bit tired, but during that time, Granny and Applebloom finished up their sorting, and headed into the house to help Applejack.

This left Coral to work with Big Mac, getting more barrels of cider ready.

Coral had just finished putting a barrel away, when something familiar and squishy hit his back, and two white arms encircled him.

"Attack hug!!"

Unlike the last time she had pulled this trick, Coral fought back, reaching back and tickling Sweetie Belle's ribs, bringing forth fits of giggling, and causing her to let go.

"Aha, the belle has a weak spot," he said, whirling around as she and Scootalo backed off. "Big Mac, why didn't you warn me? You think I like them sneaking up on me like that?"

"Eeyup," said Big Mac, giving him a smile.

"Well, anyway, what's up?" asked Coral, shifting his pants a bit.

"More good news," said Sweetie. "Rarity finished our outfits for the barn dance, and we can pick them up! I came by to tell you and Applebloom."

"Well, we're a little busy, but I think we can spare some time. Right, Big Mac?"

"Eeyup."

__________

And so, once again, the little group made their way to Ponyville, on another rendezvous with Rarity.

"Guess we're lucky Rarity doesn't have any big clients asking for her help at the moment," said Coral. "Bet we'd have to wait about 3 weeks normally."

"Rarity said she's just been so, 'inspired' by you two," said Sweetie, flouncing her hair like her older sister. "Given that you two are...y'know."

"Sweetie Belle," said Applebloom, "you didn't tell her about us-"

"No, I'm not crazy," said Sweetie.

"Just annoying sometimes," noted Coral, as the white filly tried to reach out and tickle him.

"Besides," said Sweetie, turning back to Applebloom. "What's wrong with telling her?"

"Oh, well," said Applebloom, scrunching up her face. "Because Rarity could tell Applejack about me and Coral."

"Whoa who whoa, you haven't told your sister?"

"Well, not yet. And, given how much has been goin' on, ah don't think she's noticed anything."

"So, when are you going to tell her?"

"Soon," said Applebloom.

"How soon is soon?"

"Just...soon, okay?" said Applebloom, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, hey girls," said Coral, trying to change the subject. "On the way back, we need to stop by your clubhouse."

"The...clubhouse?" asked Scootaloo. "What do you need there?"

"Oh," said Applebloom, eager to help steer the subject away from secret make-out sessions. "Ah was showing Coral the zap apple orchard last night, and we got caught in that rain storm."

"Hmm, and you two ended up in the clubhouse...alone?"

"Well, we didn't want to stay out in the rain and catch cold," said Coral. "So, Applebloom showed me inside. I guess I must have left my belt there-"

"Your belt?" asked Sweetie. "Why are you missing your belt?"

"Well, I, had to take it off," said Coral. "To, defend Applebloom."

"Oh, really?" said Scootaloo, crossing her arms. "From what?"

"From a, a...a cockatease."

"A cockatrice?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"No, a cockatease," corrected Coral, his heart pounding as he started to bullshit like a pro. "It's like a cockatrice, except it's larger, with a big head on it-"

"Yeah," chimed in Applebloom. "An, and it had only one eye. And, veins along the sides of it's neck! Ah'd never seen one before, but Coral knew just what to do."

"Sure did," he replied, laughing inside as she played along. "We've had one or two up in Galloping Gorge. Heck, one almost attacked my Dad, and he told me what to do."

And so, for the rest of the walk into town, Coral regaled Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, about how he had used his belt like a whip, keeping the cockatease from trying to enter the clubhouse.

Applebloom found herself walking behind her friends. Several times, she had to quickly cover her mouth with both hands, to keep from laughing out loud.

"Wow," said Sweetie Belle, as Coral finished his story. "I was right Applebloom. You got real lucky finding this one."

"*snicker* I know," said Applebloom.

"Are, you ok?"

"Yeah yeah, just a sneeze."

"But what happens if you don't have a belt?" asked Scootaloo.

"Well, my Mom actually found another alternative to stopping a cockatease," said Coral, as they arrived on the outskirts of Ponyville. "Say you're camping, and a cockatease sneaks into your tent? Well, the easiest solution, is to take two firm pillows, and smother it up to it's head. Word is, it'll become disoriented."

"I'll bet," sniggered Applebloom again, still enjoying him playing with her friends.

"Well well, look who decided to cross our paths today," came a familiar, snarky voice.

Sure enough, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon soon came into view in front of the group.

"Oh my goodness Di, looks like the Apple's hired hand caught whatever is affecting Appleboobs," said Silver, pointing to Coral's crotch.

"You should really get that looked at," said Diamond. "Otherwise, no normal filly will be able to handle you...or love you."

"Come on, Coral," said Applebloom, putting a hand on his shoulder, "let's take another way to Rarity's."

"No," said Coral, shrugging off her hand, and walking over to the two smirking fillies.

"Oh look, here comes big balls," giggled Silver.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you two...things, for awhile," said Coral, his hands on his hips. "You seem to serve little other purpose around here, but to judge everypony except yourselves."

"Well, that's quite a mouthful," said Diamond. "Why don't you try talking like a normal pony?"

"Well, this is normal for me," said Coral. "Guess you two aren't as smart as you think you are. Maybe you two should consider donating to the library fund we're setting up at the Cider Festival. I think it's time Ponyville got a new library."

"Pfft, a library fund?" scoffed Silver Spoon. "Twilight Sparkle's got plenty of books in her castle we'll never read. Why waste money on a new building that noone will go to?"

"You know what?" said Coral, getting a little tired of her attitude. "Libraries can serve a good purpose. I didn't have one growing up where I lived. I had to rely on my Aunt in Manehattan sending me books to read."

"Well, boo-hoo-hoo," mocked Diamond Tiara. "You grew up without a library? Big deal. You know what you should have asked your Aunt in Manehattan to send? Some fashionable clothes, and a train ticket."

"I can't believe this!" said Coral. "The Apples and I are considering something for your community, and you don't give a flying feather on how it could affect everypony? How can you two be so obtuse?"

"Uh, whuh?" asked Silver. "What did you call us?"

"Obtuse," said Coral, a sliver of a smile crossing his muzzle. "You mean, you sophisticated and cultured young fillies, never heard of the word 'obtuse' before?"

"W-we've heard it before," spouted Diamond. "Just, just not with that lame accent of yours."

"Oh, really?" asked Coral, crossing his arms, and the smile on his face growing. "Then what does it mean?"

"It-well-I-we know what it means! Why don't YOU tell US what it means?"

"No need to," said Coral. "I think my work here is done."

And with that, he headed back to the girls, and they continued on their way.

"Y-yeah, that's just what we thought," came Silver's voice from behind them. "You're the ones who are 'ock-chews!'"

Once they were out of earshot, Applebloom took Coral's hand, and Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle crowded in on the couple.

"Whoa, you sure put them in their place," said Scootaloo. "It's always fun to see those two flustered."

"Yeah, yer an even bigger dictionary than Sweetie Belle," said Applebloom, nuzzling Coral's muzzle.

"Hey!" said Sweetie.

"I think she meant it as a compliment," smiled Coral, playfully teasing Sweetie's curly locks with his other hand.

"Well, guess you're off the hook, Applebloom," said Sweetie. "Good thing your boyfriend is such a nice guy."

"Say, Coral," said Applebloom, drawing his attention back to her. "What does that word mean, anyways?"

"Yeah. Might be handy to know in the future," chimed in Scootaloo.

"Well, here's the deal," said Coral, "I'll tell you, Applebloom, and then you can tell the girls."

"Huh? Why not just tell all of us?"

"Because I'm feeling mischievous," he responded.

"Well, go on then," said Applebloom, lowering her ear, "spill it."

Coral cupped a hand over his mouth, and whispered into her ear. After a few moments, Applebloom's hand shot to her mouth, as she suppressed a giggle.

"Eeyup," she said, "that sounds like them alright!"

"Alright alright," said Sweetie, muscling past Coral, and squishing against the side of her friend's bosom. "You've had your boyfriend/girlfriend time, now it's time for your friends to know the juicy details."

Scootaloo also crowded close, and Coral backed off a few feet. A few seconds later, the trio burst out in laughter.

"Coral, I think the Cutie Mark Crusaders just found our new favorite word," giggled Sweetie.

"Definitely suits those two," said Scootaloo.

"Where'd you hear it, anyways?"

"I read it in a book my Aunt sent me," said Coral. "Who knows? Maybe if we manage to raise enough for Ponyville to get a new library, I'll donate my copy."

"Any other good books you can recommend?"

"Plenty," said Coral, as Carousel Boutique came into view. "Most I'm sure, those two 'things' would never consider."

"Well, Maybe we'll get lucky, and the cockatease will get them," said Sweetie.

A few moments later, she and Scootaloo were surprised when Applebloom and Coral burst out laughing!

"It wasn't that funny, you two."

__________

The group's visit to Carousel Boutique was another exciting one, courtesy of Rarity.

As promised, she had made each of them specially-themed outfits for the barn dance. However, she giddily explained that she wanted each of them to be fitted and double-checked separately.

"I know you all are good friends," she said, "but I want to give you each a little something extra to talk about at the dance."

Of course, the group reluctantly gave in to Rarity's wishes, and they headed up to the guest bedroom, to be called down, one at a time.

Applebloom went down first, so Coral, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were left alone.

Maybe it was upholding the promise they had made with him the last time they were in the room, but the two behaved themselves, and Coral was less abrasive towards them this time.

Coral also used the time to show the photo albums he had found the last time he was in the room (when the girls had been trying on their swimsuits downstairs), and the girls had some laughs, explaining what was going on in a few pictures.

Eventually, Applebloom returned, and Sweetie Belle went downstairs. She also soon joined in on looking over the pictures.

Finally, it was Coral's turn, and the girls playfully waved goodbye, as he walked down the stairs.

"And now, it's time for the stallion of the hour," said Rarity, as he entered the main room of the boutique.

"Really, Rarity, it's no big deal," he said trying to shrug off her proclamation, but finding her big blue eyes in his face seconds later.

"No-Big-Deal!? Coral darling, you are a handsome, strong, and extremely-well-endowed stallion, who is taking part in a grand attempt to bring further class and refinement to our little corner of Equestria! You have helped our most famous family through a most trying time, and you consider it...NO-BIG-DEAL!!?"

"Well, if you insist," smiled Coral, somewhat gobsmacked at Rarity's speech. "So, um, what do you got for me?"

Coral's fitting went along smoothly, with Rarity claiming that making him his wardrobe a few weeks ago, helped a great deal.

Coral himself was very impressed with what she had made for him. Most surprising was how part of his wardrobe had monogrammed buttons, with his initials on them!

Talk about fancy, he thought to himself, looking at the cursive "C" and "L" on the small metal circles.

Coral admitted that the pants with his new outfit did feel a bit tighter than usual, and Rarity was able to do a commendable rush job, adding some extra room for his cock and balls to feel a bit more relaxed.

Finally, she boxed up his clothing, and placed it in a special bag. Each of the girls had the same done for their dresses, and Rarity had personally written their names on each bag.

Coral called the three down, and each girl picked up their bags.

"Ooo, I can't wait to see you four there," said Rarity, giving each of them a hug. "I've got my own ensemble I am dying to show, but, I want it to be a surprise too. Plus, you'll be delighted to hear that I've sent a number of my clients invitations to the event, and many have said they will be glad to attend! Plus, I know a few from Canterlot who have some very, very deep pockets, and I think they'll help make this fundraiser, a smashing success!"

__________

As Rarity waved them out the door, the group was all smiles at the news they had just heard.

"This is perfect!" said Sweetie. "Looks like we're going to have that new library after all, Coral."

"Yeah," said Scootaloo. "Wonder what it'll look like. Think maybe they'll make it like the Golden Oak?"

"Might be best if it had it's own unique look," said Coral. "From that memorial I saw, the former library was one-of-a-kind."

"Yeah, and we had some nice memories there, too," chimed in Applebloom. "Oh, speaking of memories, we still need to get your belt, Coral."

"Oh right, almost forgot about that," he replied, sneaking her a hidden wink.

"Maybe we should come too," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah, in case the cockatease shows up again," said Sweetie Belle. "Maybe with enough of us there, we could distract it if it shows up again."

"I don't think that'll be a problem," said Coral, looking a little sad.

__________

The group took the path out of Ponyville, that led past the swimming hole, and eventually up to the clubhouse.

Coral did have a little fun, playing the 'brave explorer,' creeping around the clubhouse to be sure there were no 'cockateases' to be found.

Retrieving his belt (and the mission now over), Sweetie and Scootaloo headed back to town, while Coral and Applebloom made their way back through the orchards.

"Bet that ol' cockatease was wantin' ta git loose," teased Applebloom, as they walked through the rows of picked appletrees, hand-in-hand.

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was," said Coral, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Y'know," she said, her orange eyes innocently darting around, "my family's all busy up at the house, and all the apples have been picked..."

"You naughty little apple," said Coral, wagging a finger.

"Oh, ah'm not so little anymore," she said, pirouetting on her left hoof, and smooshing her huge bosom against him. "Now, where were we the other night?"

And in a matter of minutes, the clothing bags from Rarity's were against a tree, and Applebloom found herself on the ground, her dress and bra in a pile a few feet away.

Coral meanwhile, had thrown off his belt, and removed his pants and underwear, naked from the waist down, with his enlarged equipment hanging out.

"Come on, Coral Leaf," she said, smooshing her huge knockers together. "Ah'm ready."

And so was he.

Coral was incredibly hard, as he pushed his cock between Applebloom's massive breasts, his enormous sack brushing against her belly.

"Mmmmm!" She cried, biting her lip. "You seem even bigger today!"

"So do you," he said, leaning over, as his hands rubbed against her huge, darkened nipples.

"Make me feel it, Coral," she said, as the tip of his enormous penis poked through her swollen spheres. "Make me feel good."

Obeying her command, Coral bucked his hips back-and-forth, his massive member tingling in pure pleasure, as the fleshy walls of Applebloom's massive mammaries made him breathe even harder.

Applebloom breathed faster, caught up in the sensation, as the bulbous head of Coral's penis poked in and out between her cleavage, like a turtle's head from a shell.

"Oooohh, sweet Celestia," she cried, "soooo, biig!"
Suddenly, Coral felt her hands, reach beneath her protruding pontoons, and grab at his sack!

"Mmmm, more, more!" she wailed. "Sweet Celestia, more!!"

Coral's breathing increased, as well as his pumping against the golden filly! Her pink bow bobbed faster, and her red bangs had fallen away from her face.

Down below, Applebloom's hands were still fondling and rubbing against his massive sack. Coral attempted to return the favor, and plunged his hands into the enormous sides of Applebloom's bosom!
He was like a machine, pumping his cock in and out of her cleavage like a piston, and his arms squishing and squeezing her bosom against it, like some erotic bellows.

"Ooohhh," he moaned aloud. "I love you, Applebloom!"

"Ah-oh Celestia-love you, Coral," she reciprocated, as suddenly, both seemed to pause, and a feeling of tingling elation seemed to pass through their bodies.

Still breathing heavily, Coral parted her cleavage, and his penis sprang up...looking a bit bigger than before!

Dismounting from her belly, he lay beside her, as she rolled over, and looked him in the eye, her hands giving his still erect member a playful rub.

"Hey, stud," she giggled.

"Yeah, beautiful?" he responded, cheekily.

"Is this yer super-sized stallionhood, or are ya just happy to see me?"

__________

The two lay in the orchard for a bit longer, before deciding to get back to the farm.

However, they did notice a slight unease, trying to get their clothes on. Applebloom felt like her bra had gotten tighter, and Coral could swear that even his specially-made underwear, was a tad constricting.

Even so, they made sure to dust each other off of any dirt or leaves, before heading back to the farm.

They found things just as they left them, with Big Mac still working away at the cider press, and Applejack and Granny Smith making apple confections in the kitchen.

After putting away their new clothing in their respective rooms, they headed downstairs to help out the family.

Applebloom wasn't that much help (given her enormous bosom), but she did what she could to assist her sister and Granny.

Coral meanwhile, was able to provide Big Mac with some much-needed assistance, carrying and stacking barrels of cider. By the looks of things, the festival would go off without a hitch.

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After dinner, both Coral and Applebloom told the rest of the family how their day in Ponyville had gone (keeping out the information about "cockateases," Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, as well as their shenanigans deep in the orchard).

When Applebloom mentioned how Rarity had spread word of the dance to some of her wealthier clientele, Applejack let out a loud whoop!

"Hoo-ee!" She cried, slapping her knee. "Thank Celestia for friends like Rarity! Seems this Cider Fest keeps gettin' better n' better."

"Eeyup," chimed in Big Mac.

"I'm glad I could contribute to your community in some way," said Coral. "Of course, I'll probably be off somewhere else, once it's completed."

"Yeah," said Applebloom, looking at him sadly.

"Well, maybe you could come back n' see it...and us," chimed in Granny.

"Huh?" Came a unified exclamation of shock from Applejack, and Applebloom.

"Why not?" asked Granny. "He's a healthy young fella, helped us out quite a bit, and Applebloom seems to like him."

"Granny," whined Applebloom, her cheeks going red.

"Well, can ah help it if I like a little eye candy out here?"

"Granny Smith," said Coral, feeling his face turning red. "It's really no trouble. Besides, I, I don't even know, where I'll be, in a few weeks."

"Well, if there's one thing ah pride us Apples in, it's downhome hospitality," said Granny.

"Now, hold on a minute Granny," interrupted Applejack. "Coral's just our hired hand, it's not like he's a member of the family or somethin-"

"Well, he sure feels like it," said Granny. "And ah say, if you come on back through later on, we'll try to give you a place to stay if you wanna stop on by."

"Well, I, um, thank you, Granny Smith," said Coral, looking a bit uneasily at Applejack. "I'm very honored you would consider such a gesture towards me."

"Course, if'n the guest room's taken, you kin always shack up with the pigs," said Granny. "They seem to like it out there. Never hear no complaints from em."

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Later on that evening, as Coral headed upstairs to change, he saw the bathroom door open a crack. Looking inside, he found Applebloom, brushing her teeth.

"Mind if I come in?"

"Guh aheff," said AB through a mouthful of toothpaste, gesturing for him to sit on the toilet.

"You think Granny Smith knows? About, us?" asked Coral, looking at his bulge perched on the toilet seat.

"Ah think so," said Applebloom, spitting into the sink. "Granny may be old, but she can pick up on a few things. Like the other morning."

"Was that her who slapped my butt?" he smiled.

"Maybe," said Applebloom, before rolling her eyes, "maybe...not?"

"Am I ever going to find out?"

"Nope," said Applebloom, rinsing out her toothbrush. "It'll forever remain a mystery. One you'll agonize over til' yer dyin day."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," said Coral, wiggling his fingers, and angling for her ribs.

*Knock Knock*

"Applebloom?" came Applejack's voice, as the bathroom door opened woder. "Who ya talkin' to-oh, hi Coral."

"Hi," waved Coral, already back to his sitting position. "Did I-we-were we too loud?"

"Nope. Ah just don't usually hear my lil' sister talkin' while she's in the bathroom. So, what're you two agonizing over, Applebloom?"

"Oh, uh, um, well, the amount of books, that'll be in the library" said Applebloom. "Ah figured, maybe it could rival the library in Twilight's castle. D'you think she even knows how many books she has in there, sis?"

"Hard to tell with Twilight," chuckled Applejack. "Sometimes she gets so caught up in her books, I'm surprised she hasn't turned into one."

"Well, there's some really good ones I've read," chimed in Coral. "Maybe I'll make a list of some of the ones I've read, and maybe they'll put them in the new library."

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea," said Applejack, yawning. "Well, ah'm heading off to bed. We got a big day of preparing before the Festival. Ah reckon we'll need as much sleep as we can git, seein' how it's the first time we've done a whole week a this. G'night, you two."

"Night, sis," called out Applebloom.

"Night, Applejack," said Coral, as the sound of AJ's hooves receded, and a door closed.

"Maybe that's my cue to go to bed too," said Applebloom, putting her toothbrush away.

"Can I join?" asked Coral, playfully.

"With mah sister across the hallway? Coral Leaf, you are gettin' naughtier by the day," said Applebloom, playfully wagging a finger at him.

"Just kidding," he said, walking over to her, and gazing into her eyes. "But maybe, we can find some time during the Festival?"

"We'll see," she said, her lips softly kissing his. "We'll see."

After she left, Coral brushed his own teeth, and after washing his face, went to his room.

Sitting down on his bed, he pulled the how-to book out from under his pillo, and gazed over at the wall that separated him, from his special somepony.

Coral let out a sigh, and began to take off his pants, when he suddenly stopped!

Oh, sweet Celestia, he thought, rolling his eyes. I forgot to put my belt back on again!?

Author's Note

Well, I have a feeling this chapter may go over a little better than the last few, given some of the content.

Yep, those two crazy kids are gettin' a bit more antsy now that they're secret, special someponies! Though, Coral really needs to stop flinging that belt of his around. Logically, he should just keep it with his pants. :P

This chapter was one where I just started writing, and was amazed where my brain went with it. The bit with the two of them going out to check on the zap apple trees and getting caught in the rain, came completely out of nowhere, and I felt, allowed Coral to know a bit more about AB's past and the clubhouse.

I was a little apprehensive about bringing back Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, but I did like giving Coral a chance to show them up. Them not heeding his talk about them being mean-spirited and rather dim, was similar to some conversations I had in school. I'd try to make some kids see reason, and they just refused to listen. The 'obtuse' talk was also a lot of fun to write. Can anyone recall if anypony in Ponyville on the show has ever used that word?

So far, the 'cockatease' gag is one of my favorites to write. Given how Sweetie and Scoots could get mischievous with him, I felt it was fun to have Coral do the same back to them, and the fun of seeing them believe him.

Getting closer and closer to the Festival. Whose ready for some cider?

Chapter 7

With just 24 hours to go before the Apple family's week-long Cider Festival commenced, there was no time to rest up at Sweet Apple Acres.

Applejack, Granny Smith, and Applebloom had their hands full in the kitchen, still baking up a storm with many of the bruised apples from the harvest, being turned into sweet treats for sale.

Meanwhile, Coral Leaf found himself helping Big Mac. With some effort, the two hefted the family's cider stand onto a cart, and took it down to the path leading up to the farm.

Once the stand was in place, and the necessary hoses and pipes had been checked, Coral took up a stack of wooden signs, and headed down the path to Ponyville.

Each sign had a little message, signifying how close the reader was to the cider stand. A few even had some funny messages, to give the reader a little entertainment, as they waited their turn.

Once the final sign was in place near the bridge in Ponyville, Coral was just about to head back when there was a tap on his shoulder.

"Hiya, Coral!"

Coral turned, and got a big mass of pink curls in his face.

"Oh, hi Pinkie Pie," he said, spitting out some pink hair in his mouth.

"Guess yer helping get the signs in place for tomorrow," said Pinkie. "Ooo! I can't wait to taste this year's cider!"

"Well, there's going to be plenty, given the number of barrels I've seen," replied Coral. "Who knows? Maybe there'll be a surplus this year."

"That sounds fine by me," came an unfamiliar voice from nearby.

As Coral and Pinkie turned their attention towards the voice, Coral laid eyes on a blue pony, with a rainbow-colored shock of unkempt hair, and wearing a very familiar-looking flight jacket.

"Dashie!" Cried out Pinkie, forgetting Coral, and bearhugging the surprised pegasus. "I knew you'd show up sooner or later!"

"Heh, you didn't think I'd miss a week-long Ciderfest, didja?" replied the blue pony, giving her hair a shake. "I don't save up my vacation time with the Wonderbolts for nothin. So, whose the newbie?"

Pinkie quickly went to work, bringing Rainbow Dash up-to-speed on what had been going on with Coral and the Apples, while she had been training with the Wonderbolts.

Coral also was surprised to meet Rainbow, whom a few of his cousins had raved about seeing perform at a few shows in northeastern Equestria.

"Yeah well, just keep yer eyes peeled tomorrow," said Dash. "I intend to be customaro, numero, uno!"

"Will do," said Coral, as he watched the rainbow-haired pony streak away. "Say Pinkie, given the Apples and I are going to be busy handling the cider stand, do you have any news on the barn dance this Wednesday?"

"Oh yeah," said Pinkie, a sprinkle of confetti popping from her hair. "I've got it all taken care of. I know Rarity said maybe I should fancy it up a bit, but come on, it's a party! And I am certain, it's gonna be super-duper fun for everyone!"

"Great," he said. "So, any chance you could let me in on what you got planned?"

"Sorry, curious George," said Pinkie. "It's a surprise, and you'll just have to wait like everpony else."

"Well, okay," said Coral, shrugging his shoulders. "Applebloom did said you were full of surprises."

"I also like to be full of cake!" giggled Pinkie.

"I'm sure you do. Well, got the signs done, better head back. Keep telling everypony about the party, okay?"

"Yessiree-bob, Coral," saluted Pinkie, as he headed out of town.

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Once Coral got back to the farm, he quickly rejoined the family's final preparations.

Applejack had requested that the cider barrels be checked for any holes or leaks, which soon led to Coral and Big Mac, triple-checking all 200 of them!

Fortunately, all the barrels were in fine shape, and not a drop of cider was found to have been spilled onto the barn floor.

With the cider inspection done, Big Mac locked the barn doors, and the two stallions headed back into the house, which was now filled with the sweet aroma, of all sorts of apple goodies.

Some of them, Coral had never seen before. Seeing him curiously eyeing some apple fries, Applebloom attempted to sneak him a few for tasting, before Granny Smith gave her hand a little whack.

"Them's fer the customers," she scolded. "If you wanna fatten him up Applebloom, you'll have to wait til' after the festival."

Pretty soon, stacks of pies, fritters, and much more, filled the main living room, forcing the family and Coral, to take up refuge in the kitchen.

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That evening at dinner, everyone was in good spirits, and eager for the start of the festival.

"Ah wonder how many ponies will show up?" asked Applebloom.

"Ah'm sure we'll have a huge crowd," replied Applejack. "Ah got a good feeling that this year's festival will be full of surprises. We've never been hard-up for return customers, and I'm sure that even with so much cider, many will jump right back in line."

"Pretty sure everpony'll get a drop a cider this year fer shure," commented Granny Smith. "Specially yer friend Rainbow Dash, Applejack."

"Oh, speaking of Rainbow Dash, I met her in town today," said Coral, taking the chance to join in on the conversation.

"Ah figured she'd show up soon enough," chuckled AJ. "Just between us an you Coral..ah think she's got a bit of a cider problem."

"Really?"

"Yup. Used to be she'd be plumb upset to miss out on getting a drop of the stuff some years, but since she's joined the Wonderbolts, I could swear she's used that extra time building up her speed, so she can be first in line."

"She's been first the last five years in a row," said Applebloom to Coral. "Guess you can see tomorrow, if she makes it six."

"She sure did come in handy when we had to deal with them Flim-Flam fellas," said Granny, a disgusted look on her face.

"The who?" asked Coral.

"The Flim-Flam Brothers," said Applejack, taking on a similar look of disgust. "Two of the sleaziest stallions we've ever met."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac, his brow furrowing.

And in a short while, Coral was educated on the two opportinistic brothers the family had trifled with in the past. No detail was too small, as the family told of their attempt to run the Apples out of business at cider time, as well as their miracle tonic that they tricked Granny Smith into believing in.

"Well, I'll definitely keep an eye out for those two," said Coral. "Your family is something that I definitely wouldn't want to see broken apart because of those unscrupulous businessponies."

"Uh, scruffy-whut?" asked Granny Smith.

"Unscrupulous, Granny," said Coral. "It's another way of saying they're bad, or not to be trusted."

"Oh, well why didn'tcha just say that in the first place?"

"Coral just likes to use big words, Granny," said Applebloom, playfully rubbing Coral's hoof under the table. "He's very book-smart, thanks to his Aunt in Manehattan. Right, Coral?"

"Oh, it's nothin' special," replied Coral, leaning back in his chair. "So I got a larger-than-normal vocabulary. It's just the result of some vigorous studying, and basic mental capacity skills."

"...now yer just showin' off," smirked Applebloom.

"Well, maybe when Ponyville gets that new library, you and your friends can make some heads whirl around here," he replied. "Speaking of which, I hope those invitations Rarity sent to some of her clients pay off for the barn dance this Wednesday. She seemed pretty excited about it, and I'm glad again you gave over a full day for donations, Applejack."

"Well, ah figure we'll make enough from this harvest, that donatin' to a worthy cause is the least we can do. Ah'm already expecting us to triple what we normally make from past festivals, and us Apples love to give back to our community."

"You said it, sis," replied Applebloom.

"Eeyup," said Big Mac.

"*snore* un-whuh? Oh, here," murmured Granny Smith, resting her head back on the table.

"I'll take that as a yes," smiled Coral.

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Once dinner was finished, Coral and Applebloom washed and dried the dishes, before heading outside, with the key to the barn.

"Don't go too far, y'hear?" called out Applejack. "Don't want to have to chase you two down, just in case there's another freak storm a-brewin'."

"It's okay, Applejack," replied Coral. "I'm just gonna show Applebloom the cider in the barn. Call us if you need anything."

As the two turned towards the barn, they exchanged two mischievous smiles, before Coral unlocked the barn doors.

"Sweet Celestia!" gasped Applebloom, surprised at the huge number of barrels contained within! "Ah've never seen so much cider in mah entire life!"

"Yeah. It was quite a chore to stack em," said Coral, closing the door behind him. "Your brother was pretty meticulous."

"Meh-whuh?"

"Meticulous. Means he really knew what to do. I was surprised when it came to stacking these, he actually spoke in whole sentences."

"Hey," said Applebloom, whirling around. "Are you makin' fun of my brother?"

"No. It's just, I hadn't heard him say more than 'eeyup,' or 'nope.' I tried to engage him in the past few weeks, but that was the most he ever said."

"Well, Big Mac can be a bit particular," said Applebloom, examining the stacked barrels. "Usually, he won't say anything, unless he feels it's important. Sis said when she was younger, he was alot more talkative. Course, ah don't recall a thing bout those times."

"Kind of like, your parents?" asked Coral.

"...yeah," said Applebloom, letting out a sigh. "Y'know, it's so strange. Somedays, ah miss em, but, I feel...empty. Like, ah should cry or somethin, but I don't. Do you think there's something wrong with me, for feeling that way?"

"No, I don't think so," said Coral, his hands rubbing her forearms. "I think it's probably because you just didn't know them, the way the rest of your family did."

"You know," she said, "some days, ah wonder what life would have been like, if they were still with us. I've been over to Sweetie Belle's, and she gets along so well with her parents. Coral, do you think they'd have been like that?"

"Well, I can't speak for how Sweetie Belle's parents are," said Coral. "But I think your parents would have been just as supportive and loving to you, as they were to your brother and sister."

"Do you, still think they'd have approved...of us?"

"That's, one question I'd like to know the answer to as well," said Coral, cradling her in the light of the sunset, streaming through the nearby window. "I'd like to think they would. Course, if your Dad was anything like mine, I'd probably be a bit more on edge."

"Oohhh?" asked Applebloom, glancing slyly back at Coral. "Does big ol' Coral Leaf have some more secrets to share with lil' ol' me?"

"Well, it's nothing, really."

"That doesn't sound like nothing," she said, turning around in his embrace, til' her chest overflowed his arms, and her eyes met his, directly.

"No, really, it's...nothing."

"Really? Nothing...at...all?"

"P-please don't do this, AB."

"Do, what?" she asked, looking around the barn, and snapping the upper straps of her bra. "Y'know, if you don't have anything to tell me, maybe we should just go back to the house."

"Applebloom, come on-"

"Well, I guess there's no reason to hang around in this big ol' barn," she said flouncing past him. "Wonder what Granny's up to-"

"Okay okay. My Dad...caught me."

"Caught you?...caught you doin, what?"

Coral's face turned bright red, and for a moment, he looked less like an 18-year-old, and more like a 6-year-old. "...touching myself."

"Oh dear," gasped Applebloom, her hands flying to her cheeks. "And why were you being such a naughty little colt?"

"I was, thinking..."

"What about?"

"Can we just drop this?"

"Guess I'll be going then-"

"About my Mom! Okay? I was playing with myself and thinking about my Mom and her breasts!"

"*gasp* Coral Leaf!" She said, wagging a finger, causing her bosom to shake. "Shame on you for thinking those things! And about your own Mother!"

"Hey, I was a farm kid, and, well, when your Mom has a bosom that is larger than your whole body...well..."

"Naugty, naughty Coral," said Applebloom, shaking her head. "Ah think you need a spankin."

"Hey, y-you already gave me one the other day," protested Coral.

"Nah, that was Granny Smith," smiled Applebloom. "Now it's mah turn!"

As she took a few swipes at him, Coral dodged as best as he could, while also trying to make sure he didn't hit the stacked barrels, and cause an avalanche of cider.

"Bad Coral," she teased. "You stand still an take yer medicine!"

"No," he teased. "You're not my Mom!"

Finally, Applebloom saw an opening. And grabbed at one of the belt loops on his jeans. In a few moments, a mass of teenage pony and stallion had fallen to the floor of the barn. Applebloom saw her opening, and landed a few good smacks on Coral's derriere with her hand!

"It's fer yer own good, Coral Leaf," she smiled, landing a few more juicy smacks.

The smile disappeared, when Coral's lips suddenly found hers, and her body relaxed, as she kissed him, ravenously.

"Learned your lesson?" She whispered, coming up for air.

"I think I need a few more minutes, to think about what I've done," he replied, their lips locking again, as they readjusted their bodies, in the dimming sunlight.

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"You two were out there for quite awhile," noted Applejack, as Coral and Applebloom returned to the house.

"Oh, we just gots to talking," said Applebloom. "Coral was tellin' me more about his parents. His Father's mighty strict. The truth is especially important to him."

"Well, hopefully yer Father taught you right about the truth," said Applejack.

"Yeah," said Coral sidling up behind Applebloom. "Sometimes, the truth can be a bit, painful."

"Eep!" squeaked Applebloom.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetie?" asked Granny Smith.

"No Granny," said Applebloom, her hand reaching behind her and rubbing where Coral had given her bottom a pinch. "Ah think I pinched a nerve."

Unseen by her family, her hand reached back, and gave Coral's bulging crotch a squeeze.

"Hrrgh," Said Coral.

"Well," said Applejack, looking around the living room, surrounded by all manner of apple-related desserts. "Ah think it's time we all hit the hay. Tomorrow is gonna be right busy, and we best be sure we're wide awake to receive our first customers."

"So what should be a good time to wake up?" asked Coral.

"Just wait til' you hear the cock crow. Then, up-and-at-em."

"If ya want, I'll give you a knock at the door," offered Applebloom.

"Thanks, but no thanks," said Coral, still feeling the pressure from her pinch. "I'll be just fine."

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The Apple family soon said their good nights, and everyone headed off to bed.

Coral had hoped to have a few words with Applebloom, but with the entire family turning in, she just had time to blow him an (unseen) kiss, before she closed her bedroom door for the evening.

Like the last few nights, Coral found himself lying in bed, reading the book "So You've Got Two Left Hooves," which he had borrowed from Twilight Sparkle a few days ago.

Growing up, Coral had often read fairy tale stories, and a few often ended up with a handsome prince, and a beautiful princess, dancing the night away.

A smile formed on his lips, as he closed his eyes and recalled some of those stories, imagining that it was he and Applebloom, in those youthful flights of fantasy.

As he came out of his small daydream, he realized that one hand was holding Twilight's book, and his other hand, was under the bedsheets, stroking his thick cock.

His first thought was to stop, but then, he decided to keep stroking himself, as he continued to read.

There were quite a number of different dances in the little book. Coral's one hope was that Pinkie might be able to help with the proper music, when the time came to ask Applebloom to dance.

Maybe we can try a waltz, he thought, looking at the dance steps in the book.

Closing his eyes again (and stroking his rod a bit harder), Coral imagined himself and AB, in the middle of a room full of well-dressed ponies and stallions. All eyes were on them, as Applebloom's red hair glistened in the lights, and the golden coloration of her exposed bosom seemed to sparkle, as they danced on a reflective marble floor. Her eyes stared into his, pleading, begging to be kissed. Taking a deep breath, he fulfilled her wish, as he found her bountiful bosom squashing against his chest, and his swollen hard-on, pressing against her thighs.

Before Coral knew it, his imagining had given way to a beautiful dream, and he soon drifted off to sleep, the book lying on his chest, and his erection tenting the bedsheets.

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"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

The crowing of the rooster, signified that the big day, had finally come!

There was no sleeping in, as each member of the Apple family (including Coral), pulled themselves from their beds, as dawn slowly creeped over the nearby hills.

Of course, Coral had a 'little problem,' given that he had a severe case of 'morning wood.' Even with several blasts of cold water from his morning shower, he was just barely able to get his package into his underwear.

After everyone had cleaned up, they were seated around the breakfast table about to eat, when Applejack returned from the barn, rolling in one of the barrels of cider.

"Apples," she said, prying off the lid of the barrel, "It's finally time. A few weeks ago, ah never thought I'd see what I see before us: a barn filled with cider, a living room full of apple goodies, and of course, our new farmhand, Coral Leaf."

The other Apples politely applauded, and Granny playfully messed with his hair.

"Here we are, just a few hours away from one of the biggest Cider Festivals the Apple family has ever put on...and ah think that deserves a toast."

Taking down 5 cider mugs, Applejack filled each one to capacity, and each pony took one.

"Apples," she cried, raising her mug high, "to the best dang harvest we've ever had!"

Coral joined in the toast, and took a drink. He had never had cider until this day, and it was a whole new experience, with the Apple Family's recipe tickling his tastebuds!

"Wow," he said, after taking a gulp, "my cousin was right: this stuff really is good!"

"Well why shouldn't it be?" asked Granny Smith. "Yuh helped make it didn'tcha? Why, when you pour yer hard work into things, it always comes out right in the end."

"Now Granny," said Applejack, "Now's not the time for one of yer down-home lectures. We got a festival to get on!"

And with that, most of the family got to work.

Coral, Big Mac, and Applejack began rolling out barrels from the barn, and down to the cider stand.

As they got closer, a murmuring sound increased, until Coral was witness to a familiar sight to the Apples.

Ponies and stallions were already lined up at the cider booth, and the line stretched further back than he could see!

"Is it always like this?" He asked Big Mac, as they set up the barrels.

"Eeyup," replied Big Mac.

Looking to the head of the line, a familiar rainbow-haired pony was already leaning on the counter, waving to the group.

"Hi guys," called out Rainbow. "First one here, 6 years running!"

Pretty soon, 30 barrels of cider were set up in 5 rows of 6, right behind the counter. Plus, a cart had been set up nearby, wih Applebloom and Granny Smith overseeing the sales of some of the baked goods they had made.

Coral glanced over at the cart, and was rewarded with a sly wink from his bosomy somepony.

As Big Mac readied the first barrel of cider, Applejack stepped out from behind the stand.

"ATTENTION, EVERYPONY!!" She yelled, and a sweeping cheer rose up from the line. "Welcome one and all, to the Apple Family's yearly Cider Festival! In case ya haven't heard, y'all are in for a treat. This year, we had us our largest apple crop, in the history of Sweet Apple Acres!"

Another loud cheer rose and fell, as AJ pushed on.

"Because of that, we wanted to share this amazing harvest with you all, and have declared Cider Fest, to take place, for the next 7 days!"

The roar seemed to double in volume, as Coral could swear the cider in the barrel vibrated.

"In preparation for this event, we are doubling the amount of cider available per day, plus, we are throwin' a barn dance, this Wednesday! Ah hope those of you who come these next few days, will also attend festivities on Wednesday, for a very special reason. Our farm hand, Coral Leaf, got it in his head that maybe, Ponyville needs a new library, and ah think that's a right smart idea of his. You can give to the cause, by buying some of our delicious apple treats over here, and donating whatever else you may choose to give. Come Wednesday, all bits collected for the entire day, will be given to the cause! So, what do ya say, ponies? Are you ready for some Apple Family Cider?"

The crowd roared in approval.

"Are ya ready to help us add a new library to Ponyville?"

Another roar of approval rose up from the crowd!

"In that case, ah declare this Cider Festival, officially on!"

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And so, it began!

One-by-one, ponies came forward, and paid their bits for a mug (or several mugs) of cider.

Coral handled tap-duty, filling up the mugs, while Applejack supervised, and made small-talk with the customers.

Her pep-talk about the dessert cart seemed to have paid off, as every-other-pony in line sidled over, and left with a pie, or another apple confection! A few complimented the efforts of the Apple Family, and made some generous donations!

The cider line also revealed a number of faces that were familiar to Applejack, and she politely introduced Coral to a number of local ponies he hadn't met yet.

After a few hours, Applebloom 'bounced' over, and suggested that she switch places with Coral.

"Well gee Applebloom," said Coral. "I think you and Granny Smith are doing pretty well getting the word out."

"Well, ah do what I can," said AB, "But ah think you make a better salespony, Mr book-smart."

And so, for a few hours, Coral was enticing ponies with desserts, while telling them about the positives of having a new library.

The pitch seemed to work, as some seemed to have forgotten just what advantages a public library could have on a place like Ponyville. Coral did feel a little guilty, playing to the sympathies of someponies, when he mentioned how he grew up without one. However, several who heard this, gave more bits, and purchased an extra fritter or three.

Eventually, there were some gasps when around mid-day, The Princess of Friendship herself, showed up!

Twilight purchased a mug of cider, and exchanged a few words with Applejack and Applebloom, before trotting over to the dessert cart.

"Well hi, Coral," she greeted, cheerily.

"Oh hi Pri-I mean, hi Twilight," he said.

"Glad to see you're keeping busy. So, anything you'd recommend?"

"Well, hard to say," said Coral. "Personally, I haven't actually sampled any of the baked goods, but they are made with apples from our bumper crop."

"Had to keep him from tryin' to gobble down a few," commented Granny Smith. "Young fella needs to watch that waistline o' his."

"Well, with you keeping an eye on him Granny Smith, I'm sure he'll be fine," chuckled Twilight. "Oh, say Coral, how's that book I loaned you working out for you?"

"Oh," said Coral, getting a bit nervous. "It's, really something!"

"I'm glad to hear! After you left, I did wonder if it was adequate enough for your needs. There are a few others that I think could have been a bit more useful to you-"

"Nonono really," said Coral. "It's been a great source of information. Really!"

"Well, alright then," said Twilight, turning around. "I have some studying to do back at my castle, but I look forward to seeing you at the dance on Wednesday. I'll get to see how well that dance book helped you!"

Coral gulped a bit, his eyes darting over to the cider stand. However, he breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Applebloom chatting with a customer, as Applejack filled another mug with cider. Hopefully, she hadn't heard a thing.

"Dance-whut?"

It was then that Coral gulped, and realized that Granny Smith was awake, and smiling mischievously at him.

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Doubling the amount of cider for sale, had definitely made the first day of the Cider Festival, a different experience.

While the past year's stock would have run out by mid-afternoon, the final drop of cider didn't come, until an hour after sunset!

And so, AJ stepped out from behind the counter, and addressed the still-sizable line.

"Well everypony, I'm sorry to say, but we've run out of our supply for today."

As usual, the air was filled with a number of groans, as well as a few 'oh come on's' from further back.

"Now now, just remember, you got a whole week of cider available from our farm. If you didn't get a taste today, you got 6 more days to do so!"

Applejack also made another proclamation about the upcoming barn dance, as the line of ponies broke apart, and headed back towards Ponyville.

"Well, how'd yer first day go, Coral?" Asked Applebloom, bouncing over to the dessert cart.

"I think it went pretty well," said Coral, eyeing Granny Smith, who was dozing. "Right, Granny?"

His question was met with a garbled snore.

"Guess I can't blame her," said Coral, his gaze returning back to AB. "Was surprised how well the desserts sold."

"Yeah, but ah was hoping maybe you would have sold a bit more," said Applebloom. "Oh well, maybe we can really use the extras as donation incentives at the dance!"

"Yeah, good way to stay positive," said Coral, leaning over the cart, when suddenly, he felt something warm and sticky against his jeans!

"Coral!" Reprimanded Granny Smith. "Git yer whats-it outta the pies!"

Applebloom stifled a laugh, as Coral backed away from the cart. In his attempts to lean towards Applebloom, his firm bulge had squashed into an apple pie, and now he was 'wearing it' on the front of his jeans!

"Aw, geez," he said, pulling off the pie tin, and trying to scrape the gooey innards back into it.

"Guess somepony needs to watch where he sticks his business," giggled Applebloom.

"Yup," chuckled Granny. "Be a little more careful there, Coral. Try to 'dance' round the good stuff next time."

"Thanks, Granny," he replied, trying to give her 'a polite stink-eye,' "I'll be sure to do that."

"Coral!"

The sound of Applejack's voice got his attention, as he leaned lower, scraping the last of the pie back into the tin.

"Yeah, AJ?

"If yer finished gabbin' over here, can you give me and Big Mac a hand? Got plenty of empty cider barrels to bring back up to the barn."

"Sure thing," said Coral, rolling up his shirt sleeves, leaving Applebloom and Granny Smith by the dessert cart.

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Once all the empty cider barrels were stacked next to the barn, and the dessert cart was brought back up to the main house, the Apples tucked into a late supper.

Coral of course, did go upstairs and change out of his apple-pie-stained jeans, and returned to the kitchen.

Though everyone was pretty hungry, they decided that since they would be heading to bed soon, they would simply have a bowl of soup, and a little bread.

Applejack of course, was very pleased with how the day had gone, and estimated they had probably made 2-3 times what their first day's profits had brought in the year before.

"Wow," remarked Applebloom. "With that much, maybe we should do this every year!"

"Well, ah don't know, Applebloom," said Applejack. "We were spread pretty thin this harvest, just tryin' to get it all done."

"Just sayin, is all," said Applebloom, her eyes darting over to Coral. "Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to have an extra hand or two to get the job done."

After dinner, the family attempted to relax, but the events of the day eventually got to them, and they all headed upstairs to their rooms.

Coral found the early turn-in to be advantageous, as he pulled out the dance book, and continued to read.

He did smile a bit, thinking of how concerned Twilight had been about the book she had loaned him.

I'll definitely have to consult with her, if we get the library built, he thought.

Like the night before, his other hand found it's way under the bed sheets, and before long, he was imagining himself and Applebloom, doing the foxtrot.

__________

The next day had the Apples and Coral already prepared, when the cock crowed.

There wasn't as much chit-chat as there had been the day before, and the whole family went about their early set-up routines, with speed and urgency.

Pretty soon, another 30 barrels of cider were ready, and Applebloom and Granny Smith were at the dessert cart. Just as she had done the day before, Applejack hollered out a greeting to the huge line of customers for the day, and repeated word of the family's donation plans.

Coral did get a little chuckle, seeing a familiar rainbow-haired pony once again at the front of the line.

"Back for more?" he asked, taking her bits.

"You know me," said Rainbow Dash, taking her 4 mugs. "Never too much of a good thing, when it comes to cider!"

After Rainbow flew away, Coral whispered to Applejack, "Yeah, I think she definitely has a problem."

Today, AJ and Coral switched places, with Coral collecting bits and making small-talk, while Applejack handled the cider pouring.

Along with collecting their bits, Coral kept the momentum going, by directing some of the customers over to the dessert cart.

As the morning turned to afternoon, Coral found himself staring into a familiar pair of green and purple eyes.

"Hi, girls," he replied.

"Well, look who's right at home down on the farm," said Sweetie Belle, as she and Scootaloo gave Coral their bits.

"I'd say he's a regular Apple off the ol' tree," chuckled Scootaloo.

"Nice to see you too," said Coral. "So, you girls ready for the dance tomorrow?"

"Maaaybe," said Sweetie Belle. "How about you? Are you ready?"

"I, think so."

"So, I take it you're going to be out there impressing everyone?" asked Scootaloo. "Or...somepony special?"

"Well, here you go girls," said Coral, grabbing the filled mugs of cider from Applejack, and plopping them in front of the two. "Thanks for your business, and don't forget to check out the dessert cart for something sweet! All proceeds there go to the Ponyville Library Fund!"

The girls just smiled mischievously, and walked over to the cart.

Coral attempted to focus on the next customers, but his eyes kept drifting over to the dessert cart, where Sweetie and Scootaloo seemed busy talking to Applebloom.

"Coral Leaf!"

The sound of Applejack's voice broke him out of his short trance.

"Stop daydreamin,' and focus on the line. Please?"

"Sorry, AJ," said Coral, turning towards the next customer, and finding a familiar pink face with blue eyes, staring back at him, across the counter.

"Howdy Coral," said Pinkie Pie, giving his nose a nuzzle.

"H-hi, Pinkie," he said, a little shocked by the gesture. "So, um, what can I get ya?"

"Oh, a baker's dozen of cider should do the trick," she giggled.

"Ok, so, 13 ciders?"

"You betty-etty-etcha!" Said Pinkie, passing her bits to him. "Y'know, you seem pretty on the nose, knowing what that means. When I say that to most ponies at Sugarcube Corner, they look at me like I'm, crazy or something!"

They might not be far off, thought Coral to himself.

"Well, I wasn't born yesterday," he said aloud, passing mug after mug down to her.

"Well, duh," said Pinkie, stacking up the mugs in a precarious way. "If you were, I wouldn't have met you for the first time a few weeks ago."

"Well, you sure know your stuff," said Coral, placing the 13th cider mug on the top of the stack. "Before you go, um, do you have any word on the barn dance tomorrow?"

"GGGGGGGAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!"

Next thing Coral saw, the stack of cider mugs had flown into the air, as Pinkie looked in utter shock, hands on her cheeks.

"I ALMOST FORGOT!! Applejack, I need to check out your barn like, yesterday!"

"Yer more than welcome to, Pinkie," said Applejack. "Y'know, ah wouldn't worry if I were you. It's all gonna work out."

"Whew! Thank Celestia," said Pinkie, calmly holding out her arms, and into which the stack of cider mugs settled back into, as of nothing had happened. "Anyhoo, I'm gonna check out that dessert cart first! I smell me some yummy fritters!"

As she skipped away with the stack of mugs, Coral looked a little uneasy, and AJ chuckled to herself.

"Ah know what yer thinkin," she said, patting his shoulder. "Round here, we just accept it as, Pinkie just bein' Pinkie."

For the rest of the day, the line moved pretty smoothly, and Coral almost got a bit bored with the monotony. Of course, he kept trying to sneak little glances at Applebloom as he'd turn to Applejack, to grab up the filled mugs of cider.

His glancing at the cart, had allowed him to see Pinkie Pie, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo in a conversation with Applebloom, before the two fillies and Pinkie headed up the path to the farm.

As the sun began to set, the three reappeared, and Pinkie's cider mugs were now gone. They stopped back at the dessert cart, and Coral saw them talking excitedly to Applebloom, before Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo headed back to town, with Pinkie hopping along.

"See ya tomorrow,Coral," called out Scootaloo.

"I want to dance with you, stud," said Sweetie, shaking her hips.

Coral just smiled, giving them a polite wave.

Unlike the previous day, the cider supply for Tuesday took a bit longer to exhaust, and it wasn't until a little past 8pm, that the last barrel was drained dry.

"That's it for today," said Applejack, addressing the modest-sized line. "Be sure to come on back tomorrow. All profits collected from our cider sales on Wednesday, go towards the Ponyville Library Fund, and we'll have even more cider to go around than today! So come back thirsty, y'hear?"

__________

The even later return to the farm, had everyone almost too tired to eat. However, wanting to get something in their stomachs, everyone grabbed an apple or two, and sat around the kitchen table.

"Wow," said Coral, taking a deep breath. "I didn't think selling cider would make me feel this tired."

"Well, today wasn't all fun n' games at our cart," said Applebloom, rolling her shoulders, causing her bosom to shudder. "Have to admit, the desserts didn't do so well today, as they did yesterday."

"I'm sure you're tryin' yer best, sugarcube," said Applejack. "Besides, tomorrow should help add some more to that library fund of yours, Coral."

"Hope so," said Coral. "Say Applebloom, I saw Pinkie Pie and your friends talking to you today. Can you tell me what Pinkie had to say about the party for tomorrow?"

"Oh, just that it's gonna be lotsa fun," she smiled. "And thats all yer gonna get outta me."

"Not even a hint?" He chuckled, wondering if AJ and Big Mac were noticing his flirting.

"We were sworn to secrecy," said AB, pretending to zip her lips.

"We?"

"Well ah wuz there too," said Granny.

"Oh, I see," he said. "Granny and Granddaughter secrets, huh?"

__________

Just like the day before, there were few words exchanged, as everyone headed off to bed.

Coral expected a little wink even from Applebloom, but she just squeezed through her bedroom door, and closed it.

Don't worry about it, he thought to himself. She's just had a long day. Besides, you'll have plenty of time to be with her at the dance tomorrow!

Laying down in his bed, Coral tried to focus on some South Equestrian dance steps in Twilight's book, but quickly found himself sound asleep in no time.

__________

Wednesday started just as the previous days had, and found the group quickly setting up, to greet a new line of customers.

Unlike the previous days, Applejack asked Coral to accompany her out to address the crowd.

Coral just stood there with his hands in his pockets, not really paying attention, until He suddenly heard his name mentioned.

"-had the idea, to raise funds, for a new library for Ponyville," he heard AJ say. "And seein' as how he's been such a big help on our farm this harvest season, and helped bring in our crop, ah've decided that all sales today, will be donated to that cause!"

A cheer rose up from the crowd, as Coral smiled sheepishly.

"Why dont'cha say a few words, Coral?"

Before he knew it, a number of ponies and stallions at the head of the line, were clapping, and he felt their eyes fixed on him...though he hoped most of them weren't affixed on the swollen bulge between his thighs.

"T-thanks, Applejack," he said. "Well, I sure am glad you, um, allowed me the chance to help out your comminity. I've only been here a few weeks and, it seems that the ponies here are really, great, and real friendly!
"My friend Applebloom and her friends, showed me what had happened to the local library, and I wanted to help. You see, where I grew up, my town was so small, we didn't have a library."

This admittance drew a small murmur from the crowd, as Coral continued.

"So, I just want to encourage you all to drink plenty of cider, buy some desserts, and if you have time this evening, come back for our barn dance. We'll have more there for your enjoyment too."

"Thank you, Coral," said Applejack, as he quickly got behind the cider booth. "Oh darn, almost forgot. Very important thing, folks. To get ready for the dance, we'll actually be stoppin' the cider-servin' here round 3, but we'll be back to providing cider and desserts at 5, up at the barn! Be sure to dress in yer best, and join us then, y'hear?"

Another cheer rose from the crowd, and the third day of the festival was officially under way!

Coral spent the first few hours of the day serving cider, when Applejack requested he change places with Applebloom at the dessert cart, like on Monday.

For most of the afternoon, Coral became a vocal proponent to many ponies and stallions that came over to the cart, and he was surprised when late in the afternoon, Twilight showed up with a grey-haired pony, and came over to chat with him. It was his first meeting with Ponyville's mayor.

Twilight explained to her about Coral and the Apple's fundraising efforts, and the Mayor happily told of her enthusiasm for the project.

"We'll be coming to the barn dance later on tonight," smiled Twilight. "The Mayor and I hope our presence will help those in attendance, to give more generously to this great, and worthy cause."

Needless to say, Coral was pretty excited when the stand and cart closed down around 3.

After reminding the crowd about the dance in a few hours, the Apples headed back to the farmhouse to get ready. Coral, Big Mac, and Applejack were the last ones in, as they finished bringing the cider barrels, dessert cart, and even the cider stand up to the barn.

As Coral put an empty cider barrel into place, he was a little surprised that nothing had been set up inside the barn yet.

"Say, Applejack, is Pinkie late? The party starts in a few hours."

"Now now," said AJ, "Pinkie operates on her own time. If ah know her, she'll have this shindig set up, faster than you can say lickity-split."

"Well, okay," he smiled. "If you're calm about this, I'll do the same."

Of course, deep down, his heart was beginning to thump faster, wondering what Applebloom was going to be wearing to the dance.

__________

Coral Leaf and Big Mac were the first ones in and out of the bathroom, leaving plenty of time for the women in the house, to get ready.

Going back to his room, Coral opened his closet, and took out the clothing Rarity had made for him.

It consisted of black jeans, a white dress shirt (with monogrammed buttons!), a bow tie, and what appeared to be a dress tuxedo jacket.

Once he was properly dressed, Coral decided to check himself out in his bedroom mirror.

Staring back at him, was a rather dapper orange stallion! Smiling at his appearance, he adjusted his jacket, and struck a few poses.

Rarity's handiwork made him look like a fancy stallion, even if he was wearing black colored jeans with his package swollen out like a beachball. Just like his jeans and shorts, she had reinforced his crotch, providing him with plenty of support...even if he was feeling a bit 'confined' down there at the moment.

"Mind if ah have a look?"

Coral smiled, as he turned to the doorway, and saw Granny Smith, dressed in a vintage-looking, gingham dress.

"Ok, Granny Smith," he said, striking a few poses. "How's that?"

"It'll do fer now," she winked. "So, gonna show me some of them dance moves?"

"Oh, well, um, maybe later?"

"Alright alright," she said, turning to go. "See you down at the barn, then."

Coral looked himself over one last time in the mirror, before heading downstairs, where came across Applejack fixing Big Mac's tie.

Much like Coral, Big Mac himself was wearing a tuxedo-like outfit, though personalized with a green apple 'pocket' near the upper-lapel. It didn't look like he was too concerned with his appearance, as his hair still looked rather unkempt.

Applejack was wearing a petticoat-style dress, with apple patterns sewn into it. Swirls of tan and gold also weaved their way into the top of the ensemble, which had wood-carved buttons, shaped like apples as well!

"Well now," she said, finishing with Big Mac, and turning to Coral. "Don't you just clean up nice n' shiny."

"Thanks," he said. "Your dress looks nice, too."

"Well, to tell the truth, Rarity made this for me a few years ago, but ah never could find a reason to wear it. Us Apples don't go to many fancy parties, and ah felt it'd be just right for tonight."

"Say, did Applebloom come down yet?" asked Coral, looking around.

"Nope. She's still gettin' ready. Said she may not be ready til' after the dance gets underway."

"Oh," said Coral, a little dejected. "I was kind of hoping to see what Rarity made for her."

"Well, you kin check out her dress during the dance then," said Applejack. "Now why don't you just head out to the barn? We'll join you in a few."

"Okay," said Coral, as he made his way through the kitchen, and opened the door out to the barn...only to be met with a surprise!

With 30 minutes to go until the party, the area around Sweet Apple Acres' barn had been completely transformed!

A red carpet ran up from the main path, straight into the barn. A number of tables were set up all around, with apple-shaped candles illuminating a few early guests, as they talked and mingled.

The dessert cart and cider booth already had lines to them, and as Coral looked, he could see Pinkie greeting all number of arriving guests, many of them looking quite luxurious in their attire!

"Coral Leaf!! There you are!"

Coral turned to see Pinkie hopping up to the door, and taking his hand.

"Oh, hi again PinkIE-"

Before he could finish, Pinkie had 'bounced' him into the thick of a cluster of well-dressed ponies and stallions.

"And here he is, everypony," she said, sweetly, "this is Coral Leaf, the young stallion whose idea it was to hold this super-duper party!"

Coral felt himself blush as a number of those around him applauded. He attempted to walk away, but suddenly found himself fielding questions from a number of clustered socialites (though not-too-close, as some had taken into account the added width his bulge made in front of him!).

Several claimed they had come due to Rarity's invitations,and were in some of the finest attire Coral had ever seen.

Coral did the best he could, giving his case on why he felt the town needed a library, reminding several that the attack by Tirek had not been so long ago. Some claimed to have tried to put the 'incident' out of their minds, and to some, Coral reminded them just why this dance and it's fundraiser were being held.

Guess some just like dressing up without knowing what for, he thought, while trying to still be polite.

Like that afternoon, he regaled some with his upbringing, as well as his education in rural Equestria (while not revealing his parent's 'special skills'). His story brought some concerned looks from several of the guests, and a few even proposed maybe finding a way to benefit the less-traveled areas of their country.

"And here-he-IS," came a familiar, cooing voice.

Rarity needed no introduction, as she cut a swath through the crowd around Coral (it was rather easy with her rather impressive bosom leading the way). "Oh, I see many of you are just as enraptured with this intelligent young stallion, just as he has enraptured me!"

With Rarity now in the thick of the group, the conversation got a bit noisier, as some of the gentlemen had turned their attention to her. Her layered sky-blue dress was awash in a sea of diamonds, and it was easy to see that it's catching of the light from the numerous candles in the farmyard, was catching the eye of any stallion (and a few ponies!), entranced by shiny objects.

Even with so many wealthy male patron's eyes on her, Rarity still kept her arm around Coral, and he found her squeezing tightly against him, as he continued to talk about the fundraising efforts, and she fielded compliments about her flashy wardrobe.

*BOOM-SSQQQUUUUEEEEEEEEE*

The loud sound made everyone freeze in their tracks, as a rain of glitter and confetti rained down from overhead.

"Thanks, Pinkie," said Applejack, taking her place at the entrance of the barn. "Everyone, thank you all so kindly, fer' being with us tonight, on the third day of the Apple Family's week-long Cider Festival! This year, we decided to add this here barn dance, as an added incentive, to try and give back to our hometown of Ponyville. As some of you may know, ever since the attack by Tirek some time ago, we have been without a library in our community, but thanks to the concern and consideration of our current hired-hand Coral Leaf, we decided to do something about tha-Coral, where are ya?"

Coral attempted to untangle himself from the small group he was in (and the rather firm embrace of Rarity), and strode across the farm yard. A number of guests applauded, though he could see a few whose eyes had gone wide with shock at his bulge. He tried to shrug off the stares, and walked up next to Applejack, where he took a polite bow before the crowd.

"Now this here fella," continued Applejack, "is the reason we are here tonight. All our cider and dessert sales today, will be donated to the library fund we're setting up. Now, ah know some of you here, have some deep pockets, so, heh, don't be afraid to dig a little deeper, y'hear?"

A round of polite laughter issued forth from many of the guests, as well as some polite applause.

"Well, that sounds like mah cue to to stop gabbin'. Enjoy yourselves, and on behalf of the Apple Family, have fun!"

__________

And so, the festivities had begun!

Even though they were the hosts of the party, Applejack and Big Mac were not resting on their laurels. Both were servicing the cider booth, and as Coral watched, quite a few ponies were donating generously for a mug of cider!

Pinkie Pie was sitting with Granny Smith by the dessert cart, and was doing pretty well with sales on her own terms.

Curious about the dance floor, Coral snuck a peek inside the barn.

The main area had been cleared out, and a checkerboard dance floor had been laid over the barn's main floor.

She must have moved the cider barrels, thought Coral. But where and how-well, I guess like Applejack says, 'it's Pinkie.'

Hay bales had been set along the sides as seats, and a disco ball hung from the overhead rafters. At the far back wall, a DJ booth had been set up, as well as some seats and music stands.

"I wonder when the dancing will start?" asked Coral, to himself.

"As soon as everypony's had some cider," came Pinkie's voice, as she suddenly sidled up next to him, and stuffed a mug in his hand. "Now come on Coral, get back out there and mingle!"

With a hearty shove from Pinkie, Coral found himself once again outside the barn. Trying to keep back his thoughts of Applebloom (and wondering what she would be wearing), he tried to talk it up with the small clusters of the social elite.

Most were rather welcoming when he verbally greeted them, but a few times, some would look down at his distended crotch, and just ignore him, returning to whatever they were discussing.

Well, I guess I can't please everybody, he thought.

Of course, as he mingled, Coral kept running into Rarity, who seemed quite 'clingy' on several occasions. Fortunately, help came when during one conversation (as Rarity had his left arm nearly suffocated within her bosom), a pair of white and orange arms engulfed him from behind.

"There you are!" came Sweetie Belle's voice.

"We've been looking all over for you, Coral," joined in Scootaloo.

"Rarity, how could you hog the stallion of the hour all to yourself?" pouted Sweetie Belle. "I thought sisters shared everything!"

"Wha-? I? He? Well-I-ah," stammered Rarity, caught off guard by her sister.

"We know just what he needs," chimed in Scootaloo, 'extracting' his arm from it's warm prison. "Come with us, Coral."

As he walked away, all three of them shared a little smile, as Rarity fumed at what her sister and Scootaloo had done.

"Thanks, girls," he said. "No offense Sweetie, but your sister is a bit...clingy."

"I had a feeling she'd be that way around you tonight," the curly-haired filly replied. "Don't worry. We'll keep your eyes on the prize."

"Yeah, speaking of that, where's Applebloom?" asked Coral, his eyes darting around.

"We wondered that as well, so we went up to her room," said Scootaloo. "She said she's going to wait to make a dramatic appearance."

"And did she say when that might be?"

"No idea," replied Sweetie, licking her lips. "Though she did say we could have you til' then."

"Sure, she did," smiled Coral, sarcastically.

"No really, she did say that," replied Scootaloo. "Cutie Mark Crusaders honor!"

"Just think of us as, your personal chaperones," said Sweetie, playfully straightening Coral's tie.

"Well, you three look like you're just having a great time!"

Coral turned to see Twilight Sparkle greeting him, as well as Ponyville's Mayor accompanying her.

"Greetings Twilight, your honor," he said, giving a polite bow.

"Looks like everything's going well," said Twilight, looking at the activity around her. "Pinkie still knows how to plan a great party."

"Indeed she does," replied Mayor Mare. "And I just wanted to say, thank you Coral, for helping bring this idea of yours to life."

"Oh well, it wasn't that big of a deal," said Coral. "I just had an idea, and, well, guess it grew bigger than I, expected!"

"Just like our beloved Golden Oaks Library," replied the Mayor. "Oh, I still have fond memories of that place. When Princess Twilight Sparkle came to Ponyville all those years ago, I was so thrilled that she made herself right at home there. I know we can never have another, but I do hope that what we can raise from this fundraiser, will surely bring something for our community to be proud of."

"Me too," said Coral.

"And he's just the stallion to do it," chimed in Scootaloo.

"Yeah Mayor Mare, this stallion? He's pretty book-smart," said Sweetie Belle, playfully poking Coral in the arm.

Coral smiled sheepishly, when suddenly, a number of lights began to flash from inside the barn, and music began to filter out.

"Hear that, everypony?" Came Pinkie's voice, drifting over the crowd. "It's time to shake your hoove-thang, and get on the dance floor!"

"Guess the party is moving indoors," said Coral. "Are you and the Mayor coming in to dance, Twilight?"

"Me? Oh no, I'm going to sit this one out. Me and Mayor Mare are mainly here to mingle."

"That's quite a tongue-twister," chuckled Coral. "Well, maybe we'll see you a little later. Girls, shall we?"

And with that, the threesome said goodbye to the two ponies, and headed into the Apple's barn.

A number of the well-dressed ponies and stallions, slowly headed into the barn, though many simply sat on the hay bales, drinking their cider, or munching on a fritter. Some even continued to have little discussions, even with the music blaring, and the lights flashing around the room.

Eventually, a small pony orchestra took to the stage, and played a number of classical pieces, but still, the crowd seemed wary.

Coral, Sweetie, and Scootaloo were standing by the doorway observing, when Pinkie appeared next to them.

"Ugh, what is wrong with these ponies?" Pinkie said. "There's cider, there's music, what more do they want!?"

"Maybe they just need someone to, lead by example," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah," said Sweetie Belle, eyeing Coral. "Say Coral, how are those dance lessons coming along?"

"I, I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

"Aw, stop lying," said Scootaloo. "Granny Smith told us about your conversation with Twilight. Now come on Mr Bigshot, let's see what you can do."

"Well I, I was really hoping to dance with Applebloom-"

"What?" asked Sweetie, folding her arms under her silky-white bosom. "So because we're not Applebloom, we're not good enough to dance with?"

"No, it's just, I...I don't feel about you the way I feel about her."

"And that's why you don't want to dance with us?" asked Scootaloo. "Coral, for being a well-read stallion, you can be pretty dumb sometimes."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" He asked, getting a bit annoyed at the pegasus.

"Look, we know you like our friend, but we like you, and we want to have fun with you, the same as with her! Like at the swimming hole. That was fun, right?"

"Right."

"Once you got to know us better, did it matter so much that we were around her?"

"No."

"And besides," chimed in Sweetie Belle. "Consider this: dance with us, and we'll help you work the kinks out of your dance moves, by the time she shows up!"

"Well, that does sound good," he said, "but-"

"Uugghhh, just come on already!" said Sweetie, grabbing his hand, and leading him out onto the dance floor.

In a matter of minutes, Coral found himself dancing a fox trot with Sweetie Belle, and then a short samba with Scootaloo, and as the orchestra continued to play, the well-dressed couples began to fill the dance floor.

As the songs continued, Coral grew more confident, as the band played several more waltzes and fox trots. He tried not to imagine people staring at the extra space he needed to dance, and found himself focusing on the eyes of his two dance partners, as they interchanged from one dance, to the next.

However, when it came time for a tango, Coral suddenly found Sweetie Belle yanked from his hand, and Rarity in her place.

"My little sister can't have all the fun," she cooed to him. "Come now Coral, and let's TANGO!"

It was definitely an eye-opening moment, and Rarity reveled in the attention, as she and Coral danced around the floor, numerous eyes on them.

Rarity kept close to his body, and there was much bulging and squishing between them, as the number went on.

When it finished, Coral was surprised at some of the applause that broke out, as Rarity playfully slid a finger under his chin.

"Will the handsome gentlecolt give this fair mare a kiss?" She asked, licking her lips, and leaning in towards him, closing her eyes playfully.

"Coral!"

and there it was...the sound he had waited all night to hear!

Turning his head away from Rarity's closed eyes and puckered lips, the crowd parted, and his eyes almost popped out of his head!

Applebloom strode forward, into the light. Her full-bosomed body, was encased in a white-cotton outfit, with apple-shaped buttons, that disappeared down into a gingham dress, of purple and white squares.

The dress seemed to shimmer from the lights, and her pink bow did the same, as if it had been sprinkled in cinnamon sugar. She had even affixed glitter in her red hair, sparkling even more like a rare gem, before him!

"Sorry, Rarity, maybe later," he said, as he almost ran to the vision approaching him (leaving Rarity looking shocked and a bit heartbroken!). He could feel everyone's eyes on them, but he didn't care. Even with his heart racing in his chest, he was going to make sure this night was something he-no, they, would not forget.

"Hi," he said, to her, bowing politely, like the Princes in his fairy tales.

"Hello," she smiled back, giving him a polite curtsy.

"May I, have this dance?"

"Certainly," she said, putting her hand in his, as he led her out to the center of the dance floor.

Coral could feel his mouth going a little dry, as he looked into Applebloom's orange eyes, and the orchestra began to play a waltz.

As he started to move, Applebloom made a few missteps, her hooves clopping against his!

"Oops, sorry," she said, blushing.

"Don't worry, just keep going," he said. "You'll get it."

Even with her bosom overflowing her arms, Applebloom took his word, and soon, they were keeping proper step and time with the music!

Rarity meanwhile, was standing off to the side with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, watching the spectacle. Her face still showed a tinge of pout from being denied a kiss by Coral, when she overheard her sister:

"Scootaloo, does Applebloom look...bigger?"

Rarity glanced at the young Apple, and even from a distance, she could see that her sister was right. It looked like Applebloom's golden chest was...swelling?

"Nevermind that," said Scootaloo. "I think Coral's getting excited."

This caused Rarity to glance at that magnificent bulge, which seemed to also be swelling, in the glint of the lights!

I can't believe it, thought Rarity to herself. They're getting bigger!

Uncomprehendingly, Coral and Applebloom continued to dance, her massive chest getting even more massive, and his bulge getting even bigger! One would assume that they had to have been feeling the changes happening to them, but they had become lost in the moment, and each other's eyes!

Rarity was looking at Coral's bulge, when it began.

First, there was a bit of white, and then, more, and soon, she realized that the reinforced areas of his pants, were beginning to give out!

Sweet Celestia, she thought. He's going to burst!

And as everyone watched, a tearing sound was heard, and next thing everyone saw, was a massive, orange cock unfolding from Coral's torn pants!

However, instead of stopping, he kept dancing, as his enormous cock sprung up at attention, and squashed against Applebloom's massive bosom!

"Oooh," she moaned, her arms relocating to the tops of her massive globes, which were swelling to the size of beanbag chairs, as one-by-one, the buttons on her dress began to pop off, before the white garment underneath, tore itself to pieces! In the chaos of growth, even Applebloom's purple bra gave up the fight quickly, and snapped off like a rubberband, hitting a poor socialite in the face!

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were looking on in shock (as well as almost everyone else in the room), as Coral's arms reached out, and squished into the sides of Applebloom's massive yellow mounds, each now free of their confinements, and topped with nipples the size of tea saucers!

"Ohhhh, yesss," murmured Applebloom, as suddenly, she took a misplaced step, and fell backwards onto the dance floor, causing her massive, still-growing bosom, to wobble violently!

Coral went right with her, his massive member plunging deep into her cleavage, as they both moaned aloud.

Those that were left around them, scattered off the floor, as the colossal couple moaned and smooshed against each other under the lights of the dance floor.

"Ooohhhh, moooore, Coral-Oh!" wailed Applebloom. "Moooorrree!!!"

And as everyone watched, Coral began to buck his hips like a wild stallion! The bulbous orange head of his cock rose out of the swollen masses of her succulent breast flesh, and disappeared inside. In a matter of seconds, the process was being repeated, in a much more rapid succession!

"She's still growing!" came a voice from the crowd.

There was some panic as many backed away, as Applebloom's swollen yellow forms began to take up more of the dance floor. Strangely enough, the band played on, oblivious to the entire thing.

After a few minutes, it was clear to see that the two lovers had achieved proportions, that could only be described as, "brobdingnagian!"

Applebloom lay on the checkered floor, almost buried beneath her wobbling, swelling tit-flesh. Each of her breasts could have easily held 8 barrels worth of cider! At the tops of the two towering tits, were her nipples, which were now a dark golden hue. The areola of each had stretched to the size of a wagon wheel, and her nubs had each bloated to the size of her head!

Coral's cock had also grown steadily upon it's release. No longer at a maximum length of 3 feet, he had easily gained an extra foot, and it's swollen head was even bigger than his own head! His thighs were squished against his sac, which looked like they could have each held a barrel's worth of cider, their swollen forms looking like they might burst from all the activity!

Some ponies rushed for the exit, a few fainted from the raunchy display of affection, and one, with a brown stetson hat on her head, entered the barn and almost keeled over at what she saw: her little sister, buried under a mass of yellow cleavage, being ravaged by their hired farm hand!!

"CORAL LEAF!! APPLEBLOOM!!!" She yelled, fighting her way throuh the crowd of onlookers. "YOU STOP WHATEVER THIS IS RIGHT NOW!! WHAT IN TARNATION DO YOU THINK YER-"

Suddenly, a white light burst forth from the enormous equines! Everyone in the barn covered their eyes, and even the band stopped, as the light became blinding!

Deep within the center of the light, the sounds of Applebloom and Coral Leaf could still be heard, going at it. Suddenly, Applebloom's voice gained volume, and filled everyone's ears!

"Ungh-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

From the center of the light, three jets of white liquid suddenly shot out! Two of them exploded towards the ceiling, where they then ricocheted down onto the numerous ponies that were still in the barn! The force was so great, that the liquid soaked even the ponies in the far corners of the barn!

The third stream of liquid hit a corner of the barn, and splashed back, coating about half the barn (and those in it!) with it's sticky, gooey substance!

Unfortunately, Rarity happened to be one of those ponies in the line of fire. She was already panicking from the white liquid raining down, but as globules of sticky white stuff exploded into her hair and across the surface of her dress, she let out a panicked scream, and collapsed!

Almost a minute after it started, the crowd-drenching light show subsided.

The barn was a total mess. White liquid seemed to drip from everywhere. A number of well-dressed ponies were looking at their ruined wardrobes, and several were in tears, realizing their expensive hairdos were now ruined.

Amongst the mess, in the center of the dance floor, lay Applebloom, and Coral Leaf.

The yellow filly's bosom took up almost 3/4 of the dance floor with it's size, and a trickle of white liquid, dripped down from her swollen nipples, along the huge golden curves of her enormous breast.

Coral lay face-down in her cleavage, his arms resting against her massive mounds. His huge orange cock had lost some of it's length, but none of it's gargantuan girth. His sac had shrunk as well, and looked to now be the size of two basketballs.

Both of them were breathing contentedly, as Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Applejack, Big Mac, and Pinkie Pie, approached the drenched duo. Out of the group, Applejack and Big Mac were the cleanest, as Sweetie, Scootaloo, and Pinkie, had been right near Rarity when the 'explosion' occurred.

"Wh-whut in tarnation just happened?" asked Applejack, a little shell-shocked from what she had just witnessed.

"Look," said Scootaloo, pointing to Applebloom's right flank, almost buried from sight beneath her breast. "Is, is that-"

"Hmmm," said Pinkie, wiping some white liquid from her lips, and sucking it off.

Before anyone could stop her, Pinkie dove to her knees, and after a few moments of struggle, hefted part of the enormous breast away from the girl's flank. The movement made Applebloom moan loudly.

"*gasp*," came Pinkie's voice, as the mass of bosom hit the dance floor, causing Applebloom to moan louder. "I wonder if that also means-"

And scrabbling across the messy dance floor, she reached for Coral's pants, and without asking the passed-out stallion for permission, she unbuckled them, and pulled them down, past his knees (causing more gasps from the messy crowd, and a few ponies to faint as well)!

"I was right!!" She giggled, jumping to her hooves, and spraying everyone with some of the white liquid that flew off her outfit. "Everypony, guess who just got their cutie marks!!"

Author's Note

Well...that was quite a ride!

The further long I've gotten in writing these stories, the more it can seem a struggle to keep the juggling balls in the air.

So far, this has been one of the longest chapters I've written. I almost thought of cleaving it in two, but it leads to such a crucial development in the lives of our two lovers, that I decided to keep it all together.

This is a very important chapter in the story, despite it seeming like 'nothing' really happened...and that was one reason for the struggle.

I mean, how do you make selling cider for 3 days, entertaining? As we saw in the "Super-Speedy Cider-Squeezy 6000" episode of MLP:FIM, they blow through a day of selling cider in 3-5 minutes.

Underlying the dance, is how Coral is just so horny to be near Applebloom, but he has to keep himself in check...which leads to that massive bit at the end of this chapter. I know some will probably chastise me for not committing at least 2 dozen paragraphs to agonizing over the slow rise of AB's bosom growing rounder, or Coral's balls getting more swollen, but we do have a story to tell.

As usual, writing for Rarity, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo was fun. Giving Rarity some 'cougar-like' tendencies helps add a fun bit of humor to the story, and having Sweetie and Scootaloo is always a treat (though I still am trying to give Scootaloo more of a role, Sweetie Belle is just so easy for me to write!).

I do wonder if some of these scenes may incite some more fanart of the couple. For those of you who have seen Coral Leaf's art commissions, I'm sure you know where I pulled some of this story's imagery from.

Well, off to continue the struggle, that is future chapters...what is in store for the massively-endowed couple next?

Chapter 8

Pinkie Pie had claimed that the Apple Family's barn dance at this year's Cider Festival would be unforgettable...but even in her wildest dreams, she had probably never expected just how unforgettable it would actually be.

Needless to say, once Appleblooms' breasts had swollen to the size of four applecarts, and she and Coral Leaf had unleashed a massive amount of liquid and bodily fluids on a number of rich socialites from Canterlot...the party was indeed over.

Applejack attempted to apologize profusely to a number of the soaked socialites, but many of them were outraged and humiliated by what had transpired inside the barn.

With little recourse, Applejack gave in to many of their demands, and returned their charitable donations, along with taking additional bits from the library fund, to cover the costs and damages to many of their fine wardrobes.

A number of ponies (and a few stallions) had passed out from shock regarding the ordeal, including Rarity, whose purple locks were matted down from the liquid 'cum-down' the two lovers had unleashed upon the crowd inside the barn.

Fortunately, the young couple's expulsions had been contained within the barn, and those who had been outside when it happened, were untouched.

Sensing that the party was indeed over, Pinkie beat a hasty retreat back to Ponyville, and in a matter of minutes, a line of taxi-carts were thronged up towards the farm, with many of the wealthy ponies promising a somber Applejack, that they would be sending her the bills for their cab rides as well.

Though many of the well-dressed guests were eager to leave, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo (whose wardrobes were also ruined), offered to stay and help Applejack with the cleanup effort.

Applejack insisted that the girls assist getting Rarity home, but fortunately, an upper-crust Canterlot stallion named Fancy Pants (who had been outside during the event), offered to assist in getting Rarity home. Reluctantly, he helped get her into one of the waiting taxi's, which soon sped off back to Canterlot Boutique.

Once the crowds had dissipated, there was much work to still be done.

When it came to undoing the intertwined couple on the dance floor (who had passed out from their exertions), Big Mac hoisted Coral Leaf off his massive little sister, and helped drag him up to the main farm house. At the insistence of Applejack, a few tablecloths were utilized to give him a makeshift loincloth.

Of course, getting a stallion with a 3 1/2 foot penis and enlarged sac through the house was quite a chore, but Big Mac soon got Coral into his bedroom, and into bed (though his covers were tented up even more obscenely, than ever before!).

When it came to Applebloom, it took even more help to move the huge girl.

Applebloom slept through the whole thing, as Big Mac, Applejack, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, moved her out of the barn.

A number of sheets were placed under Applebloom's breasts, allowing for a slightly easier method of moving her. She was soon moved 20 ft away from the barn, where she was then transferred onto a large white tarpaulin.

Of course, given how big she was, it was fairly obvious that Applebloom wouldn't be going back up to her bedroom anytime soon.

Once the move was completed, Applejack had Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo assist in setting up a large tent that the Apples had saved for family gatherings.

Once they had set the tent up over Applebloom's sleeping form, they went into the house, and returned with a number of blankets that had been in storage, along with a pair of fresh panties and jeans, that AJ had requested the girls bring down.

The two fillies managed to peel off the dress and underthings that were plastered to their friend's body, and dressed their friend in the clean attire (however, Scootaloo did note to Sweetie Belle that it took a little extra effort to get Applebloom's jeans on).

Once the huge girl's lower extremities were taken care of, it was on to her 'larger extremities.

Carefully, the older pony and the two younger ones, lay the numerous blankets over her massive bosom, as their rounded forms rose and fell with each breath.

Once it seemed that both Coral and Applebloom were taken care of, Applejack sent Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo off, with the two promising to come back the next day, and check on their friends.

With everyone now gone, Applejack and Big Mac rounded up all the cleaning supplies they could find, and returned to the barn.

Inside, every item had a white film on it, and liquid was still slowly dripping from the upper rafters.

"Big Mac," said Applejack, putting on some rubber gloves, "this is gonna be a long night."

"Eeyup," he replied, half-heartedly.

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Needless to say, Thursday's Cider Festival was not as cheery, or enthusiastic as the previous day's had been.

With much of the previous evening and early morning hours having been spent cleaning up the barn (and a hot shower for both, to wash off the liquids they had been coated in), Applejack and Big Mac could only muster enough strength to give a half-hearty "welcome" to the guests, and provide minimal small-talk to their customers.

The dessert cart from the previous days was all-but-abandoned back up at the farm, along with any further talk regarding the new library fund.

Applejack had told Granny Smith to stay up by the house, and keep an eye on both Coral and Applebloom. In the case of Coral though, Granny was cautioned that he was not to leave his room.

Word had already spread like wildfire throughout Ponyville about the previous evening's events, and several ponies buying cider that morning, inquired to Applejack if what they heard was true.

"Just mind yer own dang business," was what most got in response, as she passed their mugs of cider to them, and stifled another yawn.

Later on that day, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo returned, and headed up to the farm.

Under the tent they had set up, they found Applebloom wide awake and eating a sandwich (prepared by Granny Smith), with a plate resting on her massive right breast. The exposed portions of her body, were also coated in a light white film, from the deluge of milk and splooge that had covered everypony in the barn the night before.

The three friends exchanged a round of hugs. Of course, given how far Applebloom's bosom stretched out in front of her, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo chose to embrace her from behind.

Needless to say, the two had plenty of questions to ask their enlarged friend:

"Do they hurt?"

"A little. They feel kinda, full."

"What did it feel like when they grew?"

"It felt like ah was tinglin' so much, ah felt like ah was gonna burst!"

"Can you move around much?"

"Nope. They're too heavy."

"Has Coral been to see you?"

"No...Applejack told Granny he's not allowed out to see me."

"So, what do ya think of your cutie mark?"

"Whuh...AH HAVE A CUTIE MARK!!?"

Sensing their friend's eagerness to see what was on her flank, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo rushed into the farmhouse, waking up Granny Smith who was dozing in the living room.

Sweetie Belle grabbed a mirror from the bathroom, and Scootaloo found one in Applebloom's bedroom, and soon, the two were back outside.

After 'peeling of'f her jeans and panties ("ah think mah hips grew a little too," blushed Applebloom), the two fillies used their mirrors, to show the young Apple just what had appeared on her round 'applebottom.'

On each of her flanks, were what looked like two ripe red apples, but on each of them, was what appeared to be a pink nipple. Dangling from each nipple, was a white drop.

"Well, guess it means ah'm still an apple," said Applebloom, sounding a little relieved.

"Well duh, of course you're an Apple," replied Scootaloo.

"Yeah but, ah always had this fear y'know. Like, 'whut if I get my cutie mark, and it doesn't have an apple like Applejack or Big Mac?'"

"Applebloom, I swear you worry about as much as your sister," said Sweetie Belle. "You really think your family wouldn't accept you if you didn't have an apple as part of your cutie mark?"

"Well ah, I don't know," said Applebloom, shifting a bit, and admiring her flank in the mirrors. "Ah wonder what it means."

"Well, maybe we can ask Coral for his opinion," smiled Scootaloo. "Pinkie Pie said he got his cutie mark too."

"Really? What's his look like?"

"We weren't able to get a look at it," replied Sweetie Belle. "Applejack put us to work helping you, and Big Mac took Coral up to his bedroom in the house."

"Oh," huffed Applebloom, taking another bite from her sandwich, and stroking her bosom. "Y'know, I sure hope sis doesn't lose her head over...this."

"Yeah," gulped Scootaloo. "Your sister may be reliable, but she can be...stubborn."

"Ah mean, she likes things to be normal," said Applebloom. "And, well, ah doubt me bein' able to stand with mah bosoms spilling out like this...can't be normal in her eyes."

"Don't worry Applebloom," said Sweetie Belle, stroking her friend's hair. "Maybe it won't be as bad as you think."

"Ah hope so," said AB, smiling back at her friend.

"Now that's the spirit," said Scootaloo, putting down her mirror, and joining the girls in another group hug.

"Hey Scootaloo, what say we go see how Coral's handling things in the house?" winked Sweetie Belle.

"Okay," replied the pegasus. "Hopefully he's behaving himself. Want us to give him a little message, Applebloom?"

"Sure," said AB, and next thing Scootaloo knew, Applebloom's lips had found hers! Needless to say, both of the huge earth pony's girl friends were shocked!

"Make sure ya deliver it correctly," said Applebloom, as her lips pulled away.

"Um, yeah, well, uh, I don't think it'll mean quite the same, coming from me," stuttered Scootaloo, as she stumbled a bit behind Sweetie Belle, up towards the house.

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*knock knock knock*

"Coral?"

Unlike Applebloom, Coral had been sound asleep, ever since he had passed out on her chest, the night before.

Opening his eyes slightly, the sunlight streaming into the room, suddenly caused him to bolt upright!

"Oh my gosh I oversle-AGH!!"

His forehead bumped into something soft, yet firm. As he rubbed his forehead, the knocking continued.

"It's Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, Coral," came Sweetie's voice. "Can we come in? Please?"

"Agh, yeah yeah, sure," said Coral, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "Can't talk long, though. Pretty sure I overslept. Gosh, Applejack is going to kill me for this."

"Actually," said Scootaloo, opening the door, "that might not be the who-ho-ho-h-he-hu-huuu-"

"Scootaloo," said Sweetie, pushing her friend into the room, "will you please b-b-b-b-big-big-big-"

"Alright, what is it now?" He asked, his eyes adjusting to the light. "I thought you'd seen how b-b-b-b-I'm bigger!?"

Both of the girls had come to a halt in the doorway, and just like Coral, were staring open-mouthed at the massive, covered pillar rising up from The center of his bed!

Coral carefully removed the covers, soon revealing the contents underneath, showing a thick pillar wrapped in white sheets. He was definitely bigger than before, that was a certainty. Of lesser importance, was that just like Applebloom, he was also coated in a light film of dried milk and cum, from the previous night's "exertions."

As the girls watched, Coral began to unwrap the makeshift loincloth from around his waist.

Once he was done, the girls stepped trepidatiously over to his bed side.

What had once been a manageable three-foot trouser-snake a few days ago down by the swimming hole, had swollen up into a four-foot tree-trunk, sprouting from the young stallion's crotch!

It's girth was so large, that Coral couldn't even get his fingertips to touch when putting his hands around it! Almost a head's height above his own, was the 'head' of his massive hard-on! It seemed to be even bigger than his own head, and glinted in the sunlight from the window.

Curiously, Coral gave his massive rod a slight shove. It wobbled around for a few seconds, before stopping.

All eyes then shifted down the vertical length of the huge pillar, to Coral's swollen sac.

Whereas his testicles seemed to be the size of basketballs a few days ago, today, they looked like Coral had stuffed a pair of fully-inflated beachballs into his scrotum! They rested on the bed between his spread legs, and left a small dent in the sheets from their weight.

"I never thought a stallion could get this big," murmured Scootaloo.

"Does it...hurt?" asked Sweetie Belle, cautiously.

"Just, a little," said Coral, sliding off the bed, and rising to his feet. As he did so, the weight from his swollen ballsack made him stumble a bit, before he drew himself up to his full height.

As the girls watched, he took several strides over to the bedroom mirror, getting his first look at himself since the dance.

"I'm...I'm huge," he murmured.

The girls nodded, quietly.

"And, Applebloom...she's huge, too?"

They nodded again.

"So it...wasn't a dream," he said.

They shook their heads.

"Is this...is this my curse?" He asked, his hand tremblingly taking hold of his huge shaft.

"Curse?" asked Sweetie Belle. "Coral, what do you me-"

"I'm never going to be normal," he said, his voice choking up. "I'm, I'm CURSED, that's what it is!"

"Coral, please, just calm down-"

"Calm down? Calm down!? Oh yeah you can say that, Miss loves-to-tease! At least you can walk through a doorway just fine. You don't need to duck to let your DICK THROUGH, or find yourself sleeping in a barn for the rest of your life!!"

"Coral-"

"IT'S THIS DAMN DICK!!" he shouted, grasping it tighter, his fingers sinking in, almost as if he meant to strangle it! "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY LIFE!!?"

Angrily, he gave the massive member a forceful shove. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on the limited space, and the head of it hit the nearby windowpane (causing the glass to crack!), before the huge penis ricocheted back at him, striking him in the forehead!

As the girls watched, he stumbled backwards, and collapsed against the side of his bed, landing with a meaty thud on the floor!

"Coral!!" cried the girls, as they rushed to him.

"Is everthin' alright up there?" came Granny Smith's voice from down the hallway.

"It's fine Granny Smith," called out Scootaloo. "Coral just, tripped."

As she turned to look back at Coral, she saw him whimpering, before slowly, tears began to trickle down his face, and he buried his head in his hands.

Sweetie Belle was the first to approach him. Kneeling down next to him, she put one hand on his right shoulder, and calmly petted his head with her other.

"P-please," he sniffled. "I don't want your p-pity."

"I'm-we're not pitying you," said Sweetie Belle, quietly gesturing to Scootaloo for help. "We're just...concerned. Right, Scootaloo?"

"Y-yeah," said Scoots, laying her hand on his other shoulder. "We know you're upset, but, we know you're better than this."

"Well, I'd feel a whole lot better if 'this' wasn't staring me im the face," said Coral, one of his hands reaching out, and poking his huge hard-on. "Guess unless I'm willing to mutilate myself, I'm stuck with it."

Suddenly, Scootaloo's free hand shot out, and poked Coral on the left side of his chest!

"Ow!" he cried, his hands dropping from his tear-streaked face, and turning to her with a look of annoyance. "What'd you do that f-HEY!!"

He felt a hard poke at the back of his head, no doubt made by Sweetie Belle's hand.

"What'd I do to deserve th-"

"Ugggh, how can you be so smart, AND so obtuse?" moaned Scootaloo.

The use of the word he had taught the girls, made Coral pause.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Look, Mr Woe-is-me," said Scootaloo, putting her finger back where she had poked him. "What do you have in here? Bet it's beating pretty fast right now."

"My heart," he replied, calmly.

"My turn!" chimed in Sweetie Belle, her finger going to Coral's head, and giving it a few playful (but annoying taps). "And what do you, supposedly have up here, that somehow seemed to charm our best friend?"

"Oh gee, could it be...my brain?" He smirked at the white filly, trying to match her smart-alecky tone.

"You remember what your biggest fan told Applebloom?"

"What? You mean Applebloom isn't my-"

"Ohhhhh, sweet Celestia," groaned Sweetie Belle. "Applebloom's your 'special somepony.' I was talking about Rarity!"

"Ohhh," said Coral, turning a little red.

"Anyway, she told Applebloom something, and we told it to you...remember?"

Coral tried to think, but eventually shrugged his shoulders, leaving the girls to suddenly reach over his splayed body, and bump fists.

"Cutie Mark Crusader Memory Reminders," they chanted, before turning back to Coral.

"This," said Scootaloo, poking at Coral's heart again.

"And this," said Sweetie Belle, poking at his head.

"Make you who you are," they said in unison.

The final line stirred the memory of them telling him that at the swimming hole, and Coral smiled at both of them.

"And this," said Sweetie Belle, placing a hand along the thick shaft of his cock, "makes you a grade-A studmuffin for pleasing our best friend!"

"Though, truth be told, you may want to clean up," said Scootaloo, wiping off some of the flaky white substance, that her finger had touched on Coral's chest. "You may be smart, but that's no excuse for not being nice and clean."

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After the girls had given him their pep-talk, Coral 'waddled' his way down the hall to the bathroom, where he gave himself a proper scrub down. Pretty soon, all traces of the previous night's "exertions," had been washed away.

Returning to his room, the girls helpfully picked up the tablecloths, and were about to help put his loincloth back on, when a glimpse of the stallion's naked flank made Scootaloo smack her forehead.

"Oh, how could I forget?" she cried out. "We were just talking to Applebloom about this. Coral, you got your cutie mark last night!"

"Wh-really? I have a cutie mark?" Coral exclaimed.

"Oh yeah," said Sweetie Belle. "You AND Applebloom both got em' last night!"

The girls each took him by the hand, and led him over to the mirror in the corner of his room, as he turned around, to see what was permanently etched on his hindquarters.

On each of his flanks, were two wooden pails, with what appeared to be some white liquid in them.

"So? What does it mean?" asked Scootaloo.

"I...I'm not sure," he replied, hoping his voice hadn't belayed that deep down, he did have a good idea what it meant!

"Well, take a guess," said Sweetie Belle. "It's two buckets. Maybe it means you're, meant to do, farm work or something?"

"Say, why don't we take him down and show Applebloom?" said Scootaloo. "Maybe if they both get a look at each other's cutie marks, we can figure out what they mean!"

"Girls, come on," said Coral, reaching down and picking up the tablecloths. "I can't...not looking like th-"

"But Coral, she's desperate to see you," said Sweetie, giving Scootaloo a small nudge with her foot.

"Oh yeah," said Scootaloo. "Granny Smith left her a sandwich but, she claimed she wasn't hungry. Said she was really worried about you-oh, in fact, she gave me a special message,to give to you."

"Really?" he asked. "What is it?"

The next moment, found Sweetie Belle laughing aloud, as Scootaloo took a flying leap at Coral, knocking him off his feet, and onto the bed with a loud thump! The mass of his cock sandwiched between their bodies, as her lips found his!

Coral struggled a bit, but tried to control his temper, trying to push Scootaloo back without getting too violent.

"Scoota-STOP THAT!!" he cried out, the tone of his voice making everyone in the room stop.

"Whut's going on up there now?" came Granny's voice from down the hall.

"Nothing, Granny," called out Coral. "Everything's, fine up here."

Scootaloo looked a little upset at his reaction, and quickly slid off the bed.

"Look, Scootaloo, I-I'm sorry," apologized Coral, getting back on his feet. "Please, I didn't mean to sound so upset, it's just that-I love Applebloom. I think of you two as her friends, and, mine too. I just, don't feel about you the way I do about-"

"But that was the message she gave me," said Scootaloo.

"Wait, it...it was?"

"Well, except for the 'attack hug,'" grinned Scootaloo, sheepishly. "I kinda, borrowed that move from Sweetie Belle."

"Sweetie Belle, is it true?"

"Well," said Sweetie Belle, thoughtfully. "My 'attack hugs' aren't quite as-"

"Not about that, you silly filly," he chuckled. "About the message."

"I saw my two best friends locking lips," she smirked. "It's true."

"Okay. Once again Scootaloo, I'm sorry," he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "I guess sometimes, I'm too serious for my own good."

"It's okay Coral," smiled Scootaloo.

"Can, can I get a hug?"

"Of course you can!" she said, and opened her arms to embrace him.

His hard-on squished between them once again, distracted Scootaloo enough, that she suddenly found Coral's lips pressing against hers!

After some time, Coral let the shocked pegasus come up for air.

"Wh-what was that for?" she asked, looking completely surprised.

"I thought there was more to Applebloom's message," he smiled, mischievously.

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It took a little while, but eventually, the girls managed to secure Coral's package in his makeshift loincloth, and they headed downstairs. Given the size and angle of his contained cock (with it's tendency to jut out almost perpendicularly from his body!), Coral led the way, as the small procession headed downstairs.

Passing through the living room, Coral's foot touched a board that gave a loud creak, causing the group to stop in their tracks!

"An jist where d'ya thank yer goin?"

The group turned to see Granny sitting at the kitchen table, with a cup of warm cider.

"Oh, hi Granny Smith," said Coral, blushing a bit thinking how he must look to her. "Didn't mean to disturb you, but the girls said Applebloom wanted to see m-"

"Yer not allowed."

"Um...pardon me?"

"That's whut Applejack done told me," said Granny Smith, slowly rising from her chair, and then, slowly moving towards them. "She says, 'you keep that Coral away from mah lil' sister. Ah don't want him doin' nothin' else tah her.'"

"Granny Smith, heh, now come on," said Coral, as she continued to come towards him. "I just want to see Applebloom not...I...look, I don't know what Applejack thinks, but I'm not some kind of, of, homewrecker. And, and, the truth is...I love your Granddaughter. You, may not like to hear, that, but, I love Applebloom."

Despite his somewhat shocking admittance, Granny still kept walking. Slowly, she sidled past his 4-foot protuberance, and up to his right shoulder, where she then looked him right in the eye.

"...ah knows that."

Sweetie and Scootaloo both looked at each other, as Coral fumbled for words.

"Y-you know? B-b-but, how d-"

"Ah may be old," said Granny, a smile forming on her wrinkled face, "but ah kin tell when a couple of young'uns are makin' googly eyes in front a' me. Trust me, mah late husband made just as many ridiculous faces at me, as you've made at Applebloom."

The last line brought loud laughter from the two ample fillies nearby, as Coral smiled wider.

"See? There ya go agin' with the faces," smirked Granny.

"Well, I'm glad you don't think of me as a homewrecker," sighed Coral. "I just wish Applejack could be more, open-minded."

"Aw, she'll come around, eventually," said Granny. "Though with her, it kin' take a little more time. Now, seein' as how yer down here with yer thingie all trussed up like that, why don't you git on outside and see yer girl?"

"What!?" asked Coral. "But Applejack told you to-"

"Yeah, my granddaughter says a lot of stupid things sometimes," replied Granny, turning towards the door. "Now come on, n' let's get a move on."

As they headed towards the door, Coral whispered in her ear: "Thanks, Granny."

"Uh, fer whut?"

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Needless to say, there probably wasn't a happier couple in Ponyville that day, than Coral Leaf, and Applebloom.

Of course, Coral's massive member, made it difficult to get up-close to Applebloom, as he 'waded' into the soft, firm domes of her massive tit-flesh, and found his huge hard-on, blocking his view.

Eventually, it was found that angling his body within her firm yellow walls, made it possible for the two to embrace, and share in a number of kisses.

"Ah can't believe how big you are now," said Applebloom, smiling mischievously at Coral's wrapped cock.

"Me? Look at you," replied Coral. "Any bigger, and I'd need a snorkel to swim through your chest."

"Oh? Are you enjoying swimmin' in mah swollenness?" she giggled, pushing her hands into her massive chest. However, her face took on a rather surprised look. "Huh. That's funny."

"What is?"

"Ah swear they were a bit less...full, this morning."

Hearing this, Coral reached out with both arms, and pressed against the titanic tits that engulfed his body.

"You're right," he replied. "They're firm...like, um-"

"Like yer Mom's?" whispered AB, giving him a little wink.

"Mm-hm," he muttered, winking back at her.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, that depends. How do you feel?"

"A little...fuller. Kinda like when ah ate 3 apple pies one time, you know?"

"Actually, I don't know," replied Coral. "I wasn't there."

"Well, maybe you could do somethin' to help?" asked AB, willing to let his smart-aleck remark slide.

"Ok," said Coral, looking a little sad.

"What's wrong?"

"I just hate to leave such a warm, comforting bosom."

"And to think ah thought you were a worthy farmhand," smirked Applebloom. "Well come on, farmhand. Git outta mah cleavage, and milk me!"

"As m'lady commands," returned Coral, and backed out of her warm, golden globes.

"Looks like you two picked up right where you left off," said Scootaloo, as Coral emerged in front of her and Sweetie Belle.

"There'll be time for jokes later," said Coral, a tinge of urgency in his voice. "I need you both to help me."

"Whut about me?" asked Granny, standing nearby.

"You too, Granny Smith," he said, giving her a firm pat on the shoulder. "Go over behind Applebloom. She may need some of your support."

"Uhm, support fer whut?"

"You'll see. Just hurry, please."

And with that, Granny started her trek around her granddaughter's massive chest to her body, before Coral turned back to the girls.

"Ok, AB just told me that she's feeling full."

"Well, of course she's full," replied Scootaloo. "She's probably the fullest filly in Equestria."

"No, not like that," said Coral, trying to not snap at her like before. "Listen, there's milk in her chest, and she's still making more. She told me she feels a little tight right now, but if we don't help her relieve some of what's inside her, she's going to be hurting around dinner time, I bet."

"Um, just how do you know that?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"Not now Sweetie Belle, please focus," he said. "I don't know how long Applejack is going to be selling cider with Big Mac. In order to do this we're going to have to improvise, and be quick about it."

Looking around, he spotted some of the empty cider barrels from the previous days, stacked next to the barn.

"Bring me about a dozen of those empty barrels. Be careful, some may have cider in em, so make sure before you bring em over."

The girls complied, and soon, there were a dozen empty barrels, lined up in front of Applebloom's chest.

"Now what?" asked Scootaloo.

"Ok," said Coral, walking towards Applebloom's wall of tit. "I want you to each get a barrel ready. Things are going to get...kinda heavy."

Before the girls could question what he meant, Coral ducked down, low to Applebloom's huge right breast, and seemed to be attempting to burrow under it!

"Hey!" said Scootaloo, as his upper-body seemed to disappear under the bulbous yellow sphere. "What're you doing-"

Suddenly, Coral's legs folded out as he placed his feet on the ground, and with some heavy grunts, hefted a portion of the front of the enormous breast, slowly off the ground! On the other side of it, Applebloom could be heard, gasping and moaning.

"Girls, quick!" He grunted. "Roll *ungh* your barrels over here!"

The two fillies sprang into action, and rolled their barrels underneath the area Coral had freed up. Coral directed them to rotate their barrels upright. Once this had been done, with some more groaning and straining, he let the milk-filled tit down on top of them.

There was a creaking of wood, as the front of Applebloom's right breast, was now elevated a few feet off the ground.

"Granny? Applebloom?" called out Coral, wiping his forehead. "You two doing okay back there?"

"She's a bit excited," came Granny's voice. "But other-n-that, she's fine."

"Okay," said Coral, going over to the opposite breast. "Now that you two know what to do, this one should be easier."

Coral was right, and pretty soon, the two large breasts, almost appeared to be hovering slightly above the ground.

"So, how does this help our friend?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"You'll see," said Coral, rolling an empty barrel under the right nipple, swollen and shining in the sunlight. "Applebloom needs to be milked, but her nipples were too low to the ground. By putting them up on those barrels, her nipples will make it easier, to get her milk into these barrels. See?"

As the girls looked, he set up the barrel under the darkened nipple, it's tip only a foot or so above the barrel's rim.

"Ooohhh, ok," said Scootaloo. "So, do you need us to help mi-"

"No, I got this," said Coral. "I just need you girls to help with the barrels."

"Us?" they asked in unison.

"Yeah," he said, giving them a mischievous smile, and holding up his right hand.. "Cutie Mark Crusader Milk Maids are go?"

The girls returned the smile, and high-fived him.

"GO!!"

"Okay, here's what I need you to do. Scootaloo, there's some wooden barrel covers and nails in the barn. Bring about a dozen covers, a box of nails, and a hammer back here."

"Right," said Scootaloo, taking off for the barn. She returned in a few minutes, with the items stacked in her arms.

"Good," said Coral, as she put them down. "Now, here's the deal. I'm going to milk Applebloom. She's going to end up filling quite a few of these barrels, but we can make this go really fast. We'll set up a barrel under each nipple. I'll get milk into one, and once I get that barrel filled, I'll need one of you to nail on the cover, and get it out of here. Then, set up another barrel under that nipple, and I should be ready to milk that one again, and then you girls do the same procedure with the barrel under the other breast, okay?"

The girls weren't quite sure what to say. It certainly sounded like Coral knew what he was talking about, so they simply nodded.

"Good," said Coral. "I'm going to check on AB quick. Be right back."

Trotting around the huge hooters, Coral found Granny, stroking Applebloom's red hair.

"She's gonna be fine, right?" asked Granny.

"Yes Granny, I promise" he said, before turning to Applebloom. "You okay, honey?"

"Ah, ah never felt nothin' like that b'fore," she said, looking him in the eyes. "Am ah really that, sensitive?"

"Guess so," he smiled, reassuringly, then whispered into her ear. "I'm going to start milking you. Don't worry. I've done this on my Mom. It's going to feel a little strange, but it'll help relieve that pressure you're feeling inside."

Suddenly, Coral was surprised, when AB whipped her head to the left, and he found her lips meeting his. In the heat of the moment, he returned her kiss, before they let go.

"Thank you, Coral," she whispered.

He struggled for a few moments to say something, before stumbling back around to the front of her chest, where Sweetie and Scoots, had already set up the barrels, under Applebloom's nipples.

"Okay," said Coral, squaring his shoulders. "Let's milk us an Apple!"

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With Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo's help, the process of milking Applebloom went pretty smoothly.

Using a rolling motion with his wrists and hands, Coral was able to coax a steady stream of white milk from each of the massive teats, usually accompanied by a series of moans and gasps from the other side of the yellow orbs.

"Jus' keep goin," came Granny's voice, over the yellow curves. "Don't mind us!"

Pretty soon, all eight of the wooden barrels had been filled, sealed, and rolled away behind the barn.

Next, Coral hefted each of Applebloom's breasts, one-by-one, above the 'support barrels,' allowing Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to remove them, before he tried to carefully set each of the massive mammaries down.

Once the empty barrels were put away, everyone congregated by Applebloom and Granny Smith.

"Th-thank you, C-Coral," gasped Applebloom, still in a state of bliss, after her milking.

"How do you feel now?" he asked. "Feeling tight still?"

"N-no. I, I think it, w-worked."

"I'm glad," said Coral, giving her a hug, which also ended up including his towering member getting in the way.

"So, now that we've helped relieve our friend," said Sweetie Belle. "I got a question for you, Coral."

"And what is it, Sweetie?"

"How in the name of Celestia, did you know how to do that!?"

"I, it just came to me," he smiled, sheepishly.

"Oh come on! You were ordering us around, and moving like you'd done this before. Now come on, fess up!"

"Really Sweetie, I-"

"Coral," came Applebloom's voice, a little clearer than before. "I think we can trust them."

"Really?" asked Coral, looking at her, before turning his attention to Granny Smith. "How about you, Granny Smith? Can you keep a secret?"

"Please, Granny?" pouted Applebloom.

"Well, after lettin' him out here to lay hands on mah Granddaughter...whut's one more secret, give er' take?" smiled Granny.

"Ok," said Coral, taking a deep breath. "The truth is..."

Over the next 20 minutes, Coral confessed to the girls and Granny, exactly what he had confessed to Applebloom a few days before.

He explained about his Mother giving milk, his Father marrying her, and how she had become a milkmare, serviced by both Coral, and his Father.

When it was all finished, the girls looked a bit flabbergasted.

"Yer not pullin' a joke on us, are ya?" asked Scootaloo.

"As Celestia as my witness, it's all true," said Coral.

"Well, think about it, Scootaloo," said Sweetie. "As crazy as it sounds, it makes sense. He was way too calm and in control during the milking."

"And, you've drank milk, from your own Mother?" asked Scootaloo.

"Yeah," said Coral, seeing Scootaloo wince a bit. "I know it sounds weird, but trust me: mare's milk isn't that different from cow's milk. In fact, I could prove it to you right now."

"How?"

"Applebloom," said Coral, patting one of her massive tits. "Mind if we personally sample some of yours?"

"Well, if you've been drinkin' yer Mom's milk fer this long, maybe it's time you tried another mare's milk," she smiled, mischievously.

"Thatta girl," he smiled back. "Sweetie, could you fetch a few mugs from the kitchen?"

Sweetie obeyed Coral, and soon returned from the house with five mugs.

"Okay," said Coral, positioning himself near AB's enormous right nipple. "Hold each mug steady. Applebloom, here we go!"

Coral gave a rolling tug, and a decent-stream of white flowed into the first mug.

It took a few tugs per mug, but soon, Sweetie was holding five full mugs of mare's milk. After Scootaloo and Coral had taken a mug, the group walked back around to Applebloom and Granny Smith, and handed a mug to each of them.

"So," said Sweetie Belle, looking a bit apprehensively at her mug of milk. "Should we make a toast?"

"Why not?" smiled Coral. "Here's to Applebloom, my very special somepony, and the most beautiful milkmare in Ponyville."

"Awww," blushed Applebloom, as everyone took a drink from their mugs.

Like Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo also seemed a bit apprehensive, and simply took a small sip at first. However, she soon found herself taking a bigger sip the next time.

"You know, it's not bad," she said, looking at the group.

"I told you so," said Coral. "It's not perfect, but it definitely hits the spot."

"Wait, mah milk's not perfect?" asked Applebloom, looking a bit upset.

"Nononono honey, don't take that the wrong way," said Coral, rushing to her side, and giving her a hug.

"Well, how should she take it?" asked Sweetie Belle. "I think it tastes just fine."

"Same goes fer me," said Granny Smith. "Never thought mah Granddaughter could make such a tasty drink."

"Well, it's like this," said Coral. "My Mother's milk was usually pretty good, but my Father said that over the course of being with her, there were a few times, where it became incredibly tasty. My Mother said one time, he drank almost 7 mugs of her milk in one sitting."

"Really?" asked Sweetie Belle. "So, what would Applebloom have to do to be as tasty as that?"

"Well, according to my Father, it happened only three times: during their wedding, their honeymoon, and...during the first day or so when I was born."

"Well Applebloom, guess you got your checklist," said Scootaloo, giving her friend's bosom a playful pat, before noticing some white stuff on part of the big yellow sphere. "Say, um, what is this stuff?"

"Oh, that," said AB, blushing harder. "Ah guess that's from last night, when Coral and I got a little...excited?"

"Well, Coral got himself nice and clean before comin' out here," said Scootaloo, mussing up his green hair. "Come on gang, what say we pitch in and do the same for Applebloom?"

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A few moments later, there were several buckets of soapy water and sponges, positioned around Applebloom's body.

Meanwhile, the huge girl had squeezed out of her jeans and panties, and handed them over to her friends.

Granny Smith chose to sit out the clean-up, but did so from the comfort of her rocking chair (which Coral had brought out from the living room).

Once everything was ready, Coral and the girls made certain to give Applebloom a good scrubbing down. Of course, most of the surface of her chest had become overly-sensitive from her growth spurt, and much of their scrubbing, was accompanied by the sounds of the farm girl moaning, and panting lustfully.

Coral also found himself having to cope, given the jutting out of his massive cock. A number of times, he found it thumping against the side of Applebloom's breasts, giving him an enjoyable, tingling sensation.

It took awhile, but eventually, Applebloom's body and massive bosom, was soon covered in soap suds.

With this part of the cleaning done, Coral headed over towards the barn, and returned with a hose. Turning it on, he gave his girlfriend a good spritzing, watching as the soapy water slid off her body, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

Following the thorough rinse job, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo headed into the farmhouse, and each returned with an armload of towels.

The two girls and Coral were soon hard at work, thoroughly drying Applebloom off. Unfortunately, they realized soon afterwards, that they had forgotten to wash the underside of Applebloom's bust. However, AB, in a rather breathless voice, claimed it was alright.

"Thanks, everypony," the big girl smiled, rubbing her arms. "Sorry yah didn't get every last little inch, but ah feel a lot fresher now."

"Nice and shiny too," said Scootaloo, looking at the sunlight glinting off her friend.

"Say," said Sweetie Belle, dropping her towel onto the tarpaulin under Applebloom. "Now that you two are nice and clean, why don't you show each other your brand-new cutie marks?"

The girls let out a playful ruckus as Coral unwrapped his huge package, and pretty soon, both he and Applebloom, were fully nude, out in the open on Sweet Apple Acres.

"Never thought ah'd see one of em that big," commented Granny, as Coral walked over to his beloved, his 'equipment' jiggling and swaying with each step.

As the two surveyed each other's flanks, Scootaloo's purple eyes, blinked with a sudden realization.

"Oh, of course!" She cried out. "It makes perfect sense!"

"What does?" asked Applebloom.

"Your cutie marks!" said Scootaloo. "Applebloom, we were trying to figure out what was with the two apples and those white drops, remember?"

"Uh-huh."

"And Coral, those two buckets, sitting next to each other on both sides of your flank?"

"Yeah?" confirmed Coral.

"You two just showed us your special talents!"

A wave of shock and realization quickly passed over the group's faces.

"Wow," exclaimed Sweetie Belle. "I wonder if that's a first! I mean, each pony's cutie mark is meant to tell of their special talents, but this is the first case I've heard of, where a couple's cutie marks, meant they had a connection to one another!"

"Celestia werks in mysterious ways," responded Granny. "Guess us Apples are always discoverin' new things round these parts."

"Speaking of, parts," said Applebloom, rubbing her hips, "ah think somethin' got a little bigger, b'sides just mah 'apples.'Those jeans used to fit nice and comf'terble,but when ah woke up with em' on, they felt a little too tight."

"Well, I think I can convince Rarity to make a housecall for two of her biggest clients," suggested Sweetie Belle. "Course, it may not be for a few days. She's putting her current projects on hold, for a 'deep clean' at the spa, after what happened last night."

"I hope she understands that what happened last night was...beyond our control," said Coral, looking guilty.

"Well, given what I've seen today, I think she'll be a bit less upset. I know she hates to see some of her work being ripped and burst apart, but I think the chance to see you again Coral, should make her day...especially now that you need some new pants."

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After getting Coral's loincloth and Applebloom's underwear and jeans back on, the small group hung around outside for the rest of the afternoon, and into the early evening hours, as the stars began to appear in the sky.

As dinner time came around, Coral went into the house, and returned with some sandwiches.

Fortunately, everyone still had their mugs, and Coral once again served as 'tapmaster,' when it came to filling them up with some more of Applebloom's bounty.

After their meal was done, the group disbanded, with Sweetie and Scootaloo promising to return the next day (hopefully with Rarity).

Once they were gone, Coral and Granny Smith covered Applebloom in her mass of blankets, and the two lovers said their good nights, before Coral and Granny went into the house.

It was taking Granny awhile to reach the house, given her hips. However, Coral used this time to rinse out the mugs they had used to partake in Applebloom's milky reserves.

As she closed the kitchen door, Granny was surprised to receive a hug from Coral (angled of course, lest she also get a faceful of his massive stallionhood!).

"Thanks so much, Granny," he smiled, "thanks for letting us be together today,"

"Aww, ah can't stands tuh see mah Granddaughter so sad," she said. "Now you best get on back to yer room. Ah don't think Applejack'd like seein' ya squeezin' me with yer thingie stickin' out like that."

"Alright," said Coral, as he turned towards the stairs. "Night, Granny!"

"G'night!"

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Returning to his room, Coral found himself feeling restless.

The last few weeks of being the Apple's hired hand, had given him quite a workout. Normally around this time, he would have been downstairs, socializing with the family. Now, he was forced to just lay in bed, waiting for Applejack to decide what was next for him.

He pulled out the dance book that Twilight had loaned him, but even here, trying to read up on dance moves seemed uninteresting. Dancing would be even more cumbersome for him now, and given Applebloom's current bodily state, it was doubtful she'd ever be able to dance again.

Putting the book down, he found himself reaching over to the nightstand, and picking up a small black button.

Looking at it, he smiled, recalling how it had popped off of Applebloom's shirt, the day they first met.

Of course, like dancing, it was doubtful she'd ever wear that shirt again.

Holding the button in his hand, Coral turned off the nearby lamp, and closing his eyes, drifted off to sleep.

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*SLAM*

The sound of the kitchen door slamming was so loud, it startled Coral out of his sleep. Seconds later, there was the clatter of hooves up the stairs, and a hard-pounding on his bedroom door!

*BAM-BAM-BAM*

"CORAL LEAF!" came Applejack's voice. "OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!"

Coral quickly put the button down, and headed for the door. Opening it a bit, he was met with Applejack's green eyes, 'shooting daggers' at him.

"Applejack?" he asked, looking shocked. "Um, what's u-"

"Ah was just talkin' to Applebloom, and she told me you and her friends, milked her!?"

"Well, yeah," replied Coral, still a little groggy. "She was feelin' a little full in her-"

"Jus-jus-just, s-stop! STOP!!" said Applejack, her voice, ringing through the house, as she struggled to put her thoughts into words. "You were s'posed to stay put in here! Who gave you the right to leave yer ro-"

"Aww, will ya shut yer yap!?" came Granny Smith's voice, as the creaking of the stairs signaled she was heading up to join in the fracas. "Yah kin stop usin' yer outdoors voice indoors, Applejack, ah think even the pigs kin' hear ya!"

"Granny, Applebloom told me-"

"Yes yes yes, ah heard ya, ah ain't deaf," said Granny, moving towards the two. "Besides, stop bein' so hard on him. If ya want to yell at someone, yell at me. It was mah fault."

"Your fault?" came both Coral and Applejack's voices in unison.

"You told me to keep an eye on him and not let him outta the house, right? Well, ah mustah dozed off through the whole thing. Didn't see him leave. In fact, ah didn't know he was outta his room until ah heard him bangin' around in the kitchen. Claimed he was just gettin' sumpin' to eat."

"Granny," said Applejack. "How could you sleep all day-"

"Ah'm OLD!" yelled Granny, startling Applejack with the volume from her voice. "When yah git to be as old as me someday, if'n yer lucky, don't be surprised if ya fall asleep til' the cows come home. Now tone it down, fer Celestia's sake!"

Coral felt a little odd being in the middle of a shouting match between Applejack and Granny Smith. Deep down, he knew Granny was trying to hide what he had done, but still, the confrontation between Grandmother and Granddaughter, was a bit more intense than he thought it would be.

"Besides, judgin' by them rings under yer eyes, you look like you need a good rest," said Granny, her voice dropping in volume. "Ah think you better get to yer own bed b'fore you collapse right where ya stand."

"Granny Smith," pleaded Applejack, as she let out a big yawn, "Ah need to tell Coral-"

"Whatever it is it kin wait til' mornin," snorted Granny Smith, crossing her arms. "Is he goin' somewhere?"

"Well, no-"

"Coral, are you goin' anywhere b'fore the cock crows?"

"Uhh, no?" he responded.

"Well, there ya go," replied Granny, matter-of-factly to Applejack. "Now both of you git to bed. Applejack, whatever you have to tell him, do it
before you n' Big Mac head out for tomorrow's cider serving."

And that was that.

Both Coral and Applejack looked a little apprehensive, as they parted company for the night.

As Applejack headed down the hall to her room, Coral caught Granny Smith's eye, and both exchanged a quiet smile, and a knowing wink, before Coral shut his door for the evening.

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*Knock knock knock*

"Coral? It's Applejack."

Coral's eyes blinked open. A sliver of light was in the sky outside his cracked window, as he yawned, and surveyed the tented bedsheet in front of him.

Must have been a good dream, he thought to himself, as he pulled off the sheets, and with one hand, held his huge member against his body, and headed to the door. As expected, he found Applejack standing in the hallway.

"Hi, Applejack," he said, trying to hide his 4-ft erection behind the door. "Honest to Celestia, I had no bad intentions for what I did. I-"

"Coral, ah'm sorry."

"Whuh?"

Applejack took a deep breath, before delivering her diatribe.

"Granny was right. After Big Mac and I had to clean up that, mess in the barn, ah didn't have much sleep, and...well, workin' almost all day with a line of customers, it kin wear a pony down."

"Applejack, I've worked with you and your family for a few weeks now," said Coral. "I've seen how you can, sometimes get a bit...carried away with work."

"Ah didn't get carried away Coral-"

"Okay okay okay, sorry," he said. "You can be, 'dedicated' to your family, and your farm. But please believe me, what happened to me and Applebloom the other night, I don't know what caused it, but I-"

"Let's...not discuss that here," said Applejack, taking another deep breath. "Now, before ah head down to help Big Mac get ready, I want you to know, that I've laid out some new rules for you. And, ah expect you, to follow them."

"Okay?" said Coral, taking a gulp, and feeling nervous, at the tone of seriousness in her voice.

"Now, after...the barn incident...ah was more-than-ready to have you bucked off this farm...but, ah remember how Applebloom stuck up for ya when you first came here. And, well, given her...current condition, there isn't any way she can probably be made normal in time for the zap apple harvest in a few weeks."

"Normal?" asked Coral. "Wh-"

"I'm not done," interrupted Applejack. "Now, out of consideration for mah lil' sister's feelings, I am willing to let you stay on this farm until then, and help us. After the harvest, you can pack yer things, and head off, wherever you wanna go in Equestria. However, it's only fair to warn you, that you are currently on thin ice with me."

This additional information, made the knot in Coral's stomach, tighten even more.

"As you heard me tell Granny last night, you weren't to go near Applebloom, or leave your room."

"But, I didn't know," said Coral, trying to keep from belying how Granny Smith had let him get close to his special somepony. "I just had your sister's best interests in mind and so did-"

"Stop Coral, just...just stop. Now, the other day, I was thinkin' I'd give you three chances, and that's what I intend to do. You use them up, and you'll be leavin' before the zap apple harvest, no bones about it. Now yesterday, you used up your first chance-"

"What!?" came Coral's voice in a loud pitch. "But, I didn't know! How can you take away a chance if I-"

"You keep talkin' to me like that and you've used em' all up, and you're outta here before one drop of cider falls this morning, ah swear to Celestia," said Applejack, her tone getting more intense. "The point is, you laid hands on my sister without my permission, and handled her in...well, a not-so-respectable way. As of this morning, you are not to lay a hand on her, or her...chest. I don't care if Applebloom feels uncomfortable, while I'm head of this household, you keep your hands to yourself around her. Agreed?"

Coral could feel a look of consigned dread spreading across his face. It was almost like he and Applebloom were being punished for their love.

"...Agreed," he said.

"Alright then," said Applejack, straightening her hat, in a matter-of-fact way. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be-"

"Can I make a small addendum, Applejack?"

"A small whut?"

"Adden-um, can I make a small alteration to my, arrangements?"

"Coral, I told you-"

"It's not about Applebloom...it's about me. I don't want to be cooped up in my room until the zap apple harvest. Can I at least move around the house, and the grounds? I'll keep my hands and...parts to myself, but I may end up going stir-crazy if I have to stay in here."

"Well...okay," said Applejack. "But ah know you don't have nothin' proper to wear, on yer bottom half, so don't be comin' down to the festival line."

"I won't," replied Coral. "It shouldn't be a problem for long. Sweetie Belle said she and Scootaloo were going to try and get Rarity up here, to measure me and Applebloom for some new clothes. Oh, and, there is something else I've been wondering about."

"What?"

"Are you still collecting funds for the library?"

The question made AJ fall silent for a few seconds, before she spoke up.

"Ah don't think there's gonna be a new library, Coral."

"Why not?"

"The other night, you and Applebloom ruined a whole mess of wealthy pony's clothing. Sadly, ah ended up compensatin' them outta the funds. Almost all of what we raised was soon gone, so...ah had to dip into some of our Festival's profits as well. I'm...I'm sorry, Coral..."

"So, there's nothing left?"

"I'm afraid not..."

With those last words, Applejack headed for the bathroom, and Coral closed his door, before sitting on the bed.

He couldn't believe it. All that excitement between him and Applebloom, and it had cost them the chance to contribute something special to Ponyville?

Looking at his wrapped penis, jutting up in front of him, he fought the urge to punch it out of frustration.

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Author's Note

Yes, I'm still alive, and no, Chapter 7 was not the end...if anything, it signals 'a new beginning' for Coral Leaf, and Applebloom.

Coming back and proofing over the story, I was reminded again of the story I was writing, let alone the emotional turmoil that was now befalling our couple.

Writing this story, I did have fun making Granny the confidante of the girls and Coral. I based her a bit on my own Grandma, who would often get very excited when she'd see the youngsters dating or possibly going to be married. She passed away in 2010, but one of my sisters said that she was very enamored with her boyfriend (now husband), and our Grandma was very excited when they announced their engagement.

There are a few pop-culture references in the story, though it will be intriguing to see if anyone picks them out.

I'm sure some would probably want me to have spent an extra 500 words on milking and cleaning AB, but as before, we have to keep the story moving along. Deep down, I almost compare the ending of last chapter to a woman having an orgasm. Word is, to achieve one can take time, and in a sense, after 7 chapters and plenty of ups and downs, we achieved the 'orgasmic release' that I had hoped would really make some just be full-on surprised and falling all over themselves aboutt...though judging from the comments, I guess that wasn't the case...

Well, still need to tighten up some things in Chapter 9, and then try and push onto 10 and beyond. As I explained before, it's not going to be smooth sailing for our colossal couple going forward...

Chapter 9

Coral didn't emerge from his bedroom for several hours.

After Applejack had knocked on his door and delivered her stomach-churning ultimatum for his 'future' on the farm, he had returned to his bed, where slowly, he had drifted off back to sleep.

His head was still processing the new rules that she had set for him that morning, when he finally awoke sometime before noon.

It wasn't enough that Applejack didn't want him laying a hand on Applebloom, but she was giving him three strikes...and, he had (unknowingly) used one up already!?

There was also the realization that his hopes to help give Ponyville a new library, had also been dashed.

While a part of him disliked that Applejack had used the library funds to pay off some of the upset partygoers the other night, another part of him realized that her hand had been forced, and it was the only solution she could see to the situation.

It also didn't make him feel any better, that she had also taken additional funds out of what the family was earning for themselves, during the Cider Festival. He recalled how Applejack had been so excited over the last few weeks, thinking how the cider surplus this year, was going to mean some extra money for the Apple family.

Hopefully, they'll still have some extra bits earned when the festival is over, he thought, as he headed downstairs.

Looking around the Apple's living room, he saw Granny Smith, dozing in an easy chair. Around her, sitting on the tables and a few chairs in the room, were a number of the desserts that the Apple family women had made for the library fundraiser, still untouched, and probably never to be sold now.

Coral sighed, thinking how most of these items were probably going to go to waste. Dejectedly, he picked up an apple pie, and took it into the kitchen.

Getting himself a fork, he sat at he kitchen table, and dug into his "lunch." The pie was pretty good, but his worrying over what Applejack had told him, wasn't helping him in savoring his meal.

After it was finished, he chucked the fork into the pie tin, and put his head down on the kitchen table.

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*knock knock knock*

"Hello?" came a familiar voice, causing Coral to raise his head. "Anyone home?"

"*snort* Huh-whuzzah-who?" grunted Granny, as she woke up.

"I'll get it," said Coral, backing up and rising from his seat. Opening the door, revealed the smiling forms of Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo.

"Hi Coral. Hi, Granny Smith."

"Hi, girls," he said, holding back his massive hard-on, and stepping aside so they could enter. "So, I take it Rarity isn't coming today?"

"Yeah, sorry about that," replied Sweetie. "I told her you and Applebloom really needed her help, but she's still doing her 'deep cleanse' down at the spa. Maybe tomorrow?"

"I hope so," said Coral, looking at his swaddled stallionhood. "Loincloths are okay, but I want to be...semi-normal again, and wear underwear and pants. So, how's Applebloom doing this morning?"

"Well, actually, we haven't seen her yet," chimed in Scootaloo.

"What? But she's right outside the door!".

"Actually Coral...she isn't."

Coral's cock almost bowled over the two fillies, as he rushed to the door. Just as Scootaloo said, the area where Applebloom had been yesterday, was barren!

"What happened to her?" he cried, turning around so fast his cock almost knocked Scootaloo off her feet! "Did Applejack have her taken away? Why wasn't I-"

*SMACK*

"Stop yellin' like an old fool," said Granny Smith, pulling her hand away from Coral's head. "Cant'cha see these girls gots more tuh say?"

"Thanks, Granny Smith," said Sweetie. "Anyway, we talked to Applejack on the way up here this morning. She said that she and Big Mac moved Applebloom into the barn. Said it would be safer for her to be in there."

"What she probably meant, was she'd be safer in there...from me," replied Coral, sighing.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Scootaloo.

"I'll explain later," said Coral. "Why don't we go out to the barn and see her? You comin' with us, Granny?"

"I think I'll just take a load off in here today," she smiled, heading slowly back to her chair. "You young'uns got things to do, and ah won't get in yer way. B'sides, gives me a good story in case Applejack gets all stupid a'gin like last night."

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After making a sandwich for Applebloom, the three headed out to the barn. Fortunately, Applejack had not decided to lock the doors.

Still, Coral gave a few polite knocks, before he heard a familiar voice say, "come in."

Opening the double doors, revealed Applebloom in all her swollen glory, her body still hidden behind her twin masses of tit-flesh. By the looks of things, she had shrugged off her blankets, which lay pooled around her over-sized body parts.

"Coral!" she cried, opening wide her arms, expecting him to wade into her bosom for a hug. Instead, he just stood there, and gave a little wave.

"Come on, Coral," said Scootaloo, poking him in his back. "Your special somepony's wait-ing."

"I...I can't," he replied.

"Now whut kinda silly talk is that?" asked Applebloom. "Girls, bring him on over. You know how shy he kin be sometimes."

"Sure thing," said Sweetie, grabbing Coral's left arm. "Now come along, Mister Leaf!"

"Sweetie, stop that," he said, trying to resist her pull.

"Will you *ungh* stop *ungh* resisting, Coral? *nngh* Applebloom's-"

"LET GO OF ME!!"

It was the second time in 2 days that the girls had heard him raise his voice, and like the day before, it made everyone freeze in their tracks!

Coral felt a pang of guilt for yelling, and tried to calmly remove Sweetie Belle's hand, whose grip had grown limp.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle. Really, I, I just have a lot on my mind this morning. But, the truth is, I...I can't touch you, Applebloom."

"WHAT!!!?" came a unified exclamation from all three girls.

"Why in the hay not!?" asked Applebloom. "Does this haftah do with Applejack?"

"Yes," confessed Coral.

He then proceeded to tell them about Applejack confronting him the night before, and how Granny Smith talked her down. He also related the early morning conversation, wherein he had been cautioned to not touch Applebloom, and how Applejack was implementing a strike system to keep him in line.

"So that's why she moved me in here," said Applebloom. "She didn't say much when it happened, just had Big Mac clear out parts of the barn, and then the two of em pulled me in on this tarp I'm restin' on!"

"She gave you a strike for milking Applebloom?" asked Scootaloo. "But you were just trying to help!"

"That's what I told her, too," replied Coral. "But she didn't want to hear my explanation."

"Well when she comes back tonight and checks in on me, ah'm gonna let her have it," said Applebloom. "She has no right to tell me who can and can't touch me. It's mah body, and I'll make my own decisions about it! Now come on over n' squeeze in!"

"Applebloom, don't make this harder than it already is," pleaded Coral. "I, we, only have a few weeks left with the zap apple harvest coming up. Don't mess this up-"

"Mess what up? Sis and Big Mac ain't around. Ah won't say a word, and Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo won't either, will ya girls?"

"Not me," said Sweetie Belle, pretending to zip her lip.

"Me either," said Scootaloo, following suit.

"I'm really, really sorry honey," pleaded Coral. "I have to respect your sist-"

"UUGGHHHH, why do you have to be so good at 'bein' good!?'" yelled Applebloom, frustratingly face-planting into her cleavage, which wobbled slightly from the impact.

Suddenly, Scootaloo grabbed Sweetie Belle's hand, and tugged her over to Applebloom's body. Coral watched as they disappeared behind the curve of his girlfriend's bosom. There was a quiet chittering of voices as the three girls huddled together, before they looked back at Coral...a move that signaled they were definitely up to something.

"Coral," said Scootaloo. "Just what did you agree to Applejack, about Applebloom?"

"That I wasn't to put my hands on her," he said.

"Just...your hands?" asked Sweetie.

"To the best of my knowledge, yes."

"And, yer absolutely sure that's what you agreed to, Mister Follow-The-Rules?" chimed in Applebloom.

"Absolutely."

"You heard him, girls...do it."

Huh-whuh?"

Next thing Coral knew, AB's friends sprinted over to him, and he found Scootaloo grabbing his left arm, and Sweetie Belle his right! They each hoisted his arms above his head, and proceeded to lead him into the massive yellow bosom of his beloved!

"Hey, what're y-girls, I promised-stop! I'll get in trouble!!" he protested, as the three waded through the soft-yet-firm yellow walls, where he was soon body-to-body, against Applebloom. As he was pulled closer to her, her hands reached out, shifting his huge cock to one side, so she could look him in the eye!

"Your sister is gonna have a fit!" he cried, returning her gaze, but seeing not a trace of fear in her eyes. "My heart's beating a mile a minute how, how can you be so calm like this!?"

"You promised Applejack you wouldn't lay a hand on me...right?"

"Y-yeah."

"Well, Coral Leaf...where are yer hands right now?"

"Well, your friends are holdi-ooooohhhhhh!" said Coral, as he started to chuckle, realizing what was going on.

"Girls, keep a grip on those things," said Applebloom, licking her lips. "This may take awhile."

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle just smiled, as their friend's lips found her stallion's, and ravaged his with a number of kisses.

Coral could do nothing but reciprocate, tasting the warmth of Applebloom's lips and tongue, as well as feeling the warmth of her bosom, squeezed around himself, and her friends.

Of course, Scootaloo and Sweetie also had a little fun, waggling his arms in the air, and playing with his hands. Coral tried his best to ignore them playing with his fingers or slapping his palms, high above his little makeout session.

After a few minutes, the two lovers stopped their lip-wrestling.

"Mmmm, I've been craving that all morning," said Applebloom, a dreamy look on her face.

"I think that was just what I needed too," said Coral. "I feel a little better now."

"Just a little?" she pouted. "I want mah Coral to feel a lot better! Girls? Will you help this stud with his undies?"

"With pleasure!" giggled the two fillies, and with their free hands, began to unravel Coral's loincloth, until his enormous shaft, was jutting up nakedly against his body.

"Now, let me take a look at yer friend," cooed AB.

The next thing Coral felt was feeling a tingling throughout his body, as Applebloom kissed and licked the other side of his massive member!

The bloated beauty continued the pleasurable sensations, as she began to smoosh what she could of her bosom, against Coral's hard-on and his body...a sensation that caused Coral to throw back his head in ecstasy.

The two lovers' moaned lustily, as their afternoon session continued. Coral almost broke his word about not touching, but fortunately, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo kept a firm grip on his arms, as the smooshing motion of Applebloom's bosom increased, and a familiar sensation began building up inside him.

Finally, there was no holding back, and with a massive groan, a thick, globby stream of cum erupted out of his balls, along his shaft, and up through his massive cockhead! Several gallons spouted upwards like a fountain...before splattering on the group below!

The stallion's spunk was in their hair, and had slopped onto Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo's tops! Their skin (up to where it disappeared into Applebloom's cleavage) also received a generous helping of his cum, which glistened in the sunlight from outside the barn door.

"Oh, no," gasped Coral, trying to stay on his feet after his mighty exertions. "This, is bad."

"Now now, big boy," gasped Applebloom, kissing his slightly-limp dick, and slurping up some of the cum on it. "This should wash right out. What do you say, girls? Feel like giving your best friend a nice good scrubbin'?"

"Sure thing!" cried Sweetie Belle. "Cutie Mark Crusader cum cleaners are GO!"

Coral managed to get in one last (cum-coated) kiss, before the girls extracted him from between the spunk-coated walls of Applebloom's chest.

Sweetie and Scootaloo suggested that he sit down and rest after his exertions, but Coral struggled through the after-effects of his cumdown, and claimed he wanted to wash their goo-soaked clothing.

Holding his loincloth's sheets over his still sizable cock, Coral waddled back into the farmhouse to fetch some soap and cleaning supplies.

Granny Smith was snoozing in the living room, though his heart was pounding hard, afraid Applejack or Big Mac would be coming back from the festival, and catch him in his state of undress!

Fortunately, he found the soap without any troubles and returned to the barn, where the girls had already hooked up the waterhose, and were spritzing each other in a playful fashion...naked of course, as Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had disrobed, leaving a pile of clothing near the door.

"Okay, you dirty little girls," he smirked, handing some soap and shampoo to Scootaloo. "You young fillies clean yourselves up, while I take care of your clothes."

Finding a washtub and a washboard nearby, Coral quickly got to work.

As he scrubbed away on the washboard, he watched the two girls playfully soap each other up. They also took turns shampooing each other's hair, before Scootaloo spritzed them with the hose, washing the suds and soap off onto the barn floor.

The two then turned their attention to Applebloom, who ended up going through at least 3 bars of soap as she was lathered excessively from head to toe. The two fillies also paid extra close attention to scrubbing down where Coral's load had splattered onto her chest.

Eventually, all three fillies were squeaky-clean, and Coral finished washing their clothing a short time later. He had also given his loincloth's sheets a good scrubbing as well.

"We'll let em' air-dry," he said, laying them over some wooden bucks in the barn doorway.

"How like a gentlecolt," smiled Scootaloo.

"Yeah, a gentlecolt who is sticking to the rules and not touching those milktanks," said Coral, as he finished laying out the clothing to dry. "Wait a minute. I just thought of something."

"What?" asked Applebloom.

"Yesterday, you were feeling a bit full, and I helped relieve some of that pressure by milking you."

"Uh-huh?"

"Well, what if it happens again? Applejack won't let me touch you."

"Ugh, No duh. You keep remindin' me!"

"I think I know how we can still prevent that from happening again, and keep me from getting into trouble. And, it involves Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo."

"Us?" asked Scootaloo.

"What can we do?" chimed in Sweetie.

"Girls," smiled Coral. "How would you two like to become Cutie Mark Crusader Milkmaids?"

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Needless to say, the two fillies had no objections to Coral teaching them his techniques for helping their swollen best friend.

Like yesterday, they rolled in several empty cider barrels. This time however, Coral instructed them on how to elevate Applebloom's bosom.

Of course, hefting their friend's milk-filled breasts was quite a chore, but eventually, they completed their task. Just like the day before, two barrels were placed under each breast.

"Now the key thing is to not hurt her," he said, as Sweetie worked her friend's huge right nub, and Scootaloo steadied an empty barrel in front of it. "Remember, she may be filled with milk, but she's still a filly with feelings. As she's milked, those feelings will affect the taste of what comes out of her."

"But we're just going to dispose of anything we get out of her," said Scootaloo. "Is it really that important?"

"You know, I said the same thing to my Dad when he taught me how to milk my Mom for the first time," replied Coral. "If it was important for me to learn it, it's just as important that you two get it right too."

As the lessons progressed, Coral had to hold himself back several times, from reaching out and showing the girls what to do. He forced himself to keep a tight grip on the fill-up barrel, as they sensually pulled and lightly-squeezed the huge nipples, squashing and stretching the masses of Applebloom's titflesh.

At first, it was hard for the two to get the hang of aiming the bulbous nips, and Coral ended up getting blasted with milk a few dozen times (it's lucky my clothes are being dried, he thought, as a stream of milk hit his chest). However, after a couple dozen tugs, the girls started to get the hang of it!

After filling one barrel, Coral and the girls moved over to the other breast, and repeated the process. In total, they filled up 4 barrels, as Applebloom wiggled her body and bit her lip, trying to keep herself from getting "too emotional."

Coral soon declared the lesson over, and the girls cleaned off their friend's nipples with one of her blankets, as Coral nailed up the full barrels. Having completed their tasks, the two fillies put their clothes back on.

"Well girls, congratulations," clapped Coral. "You just serviced your first milkmare."

"And we had a great teacher too," said Sweetie Belle, giving him a 'squishy' hug. "So, what are you going to do with the milk?"

"I'll have to get rid of it, I guess. I know there's a small stream that runs through the orchard. I'll just roll the barrels down there and dump the milk in the water. Um...care to give me a hand with my loincloth?"

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Once he was wrapped up once again, Coral got down to work.

Given the distance, and having to roll each barrel down to the stream, it took Coral quite some time to complete his task. However, as dinner time rolled around, he returned to the barn with the last empty barrel.

"Thanks again, girls," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I feel a little better, knowing you two can help Applebloom if she gets full."

"Um, speakin' of gettin' full, Coral," chimed in Applebloom. "Does it happen often?"

"Well, the only mare I have for reference is my Mom," he replied. "My Dad usually did a good job of keeping her at a comfortable level, but there would be some days where her production might increase more-than-normal. Those days, he'd maybe spend a few extra hours milking her."

"Did your Dad make much money on the extra milk?" asked Scootaloo.

"No. That was one of the problems we couldn't resolve, living where we did. Galloping Gulch is mostly wilderness, and while we did have some locals who would buy Mom's milk, there just wasn't much demand for it."

"Did he ever try just, going outside of Galloping Gulch to sell her milk?"

"He journeyed to some areas a ways out, but not too far. I recall one time, he left me in charge of milking duties for a few days. When he came back, he said that he didn't think it'd work out."

"Why not?"

"Almost every stallion or pony he asked about milk, claimed they wouldn't drink milk from a mare. Several told him it was disgusting. He even brought along a few bottles of Mom's milk with him, just in case anyone was open-minded enough to consider, but he came home with them all unopened."

"Ah can't believe he didn't get anyone to consider yer Mom's milk!" said Applebloom, stroking her chest.

"Well like I mentioned, it isn't common to encounter milkmares," replied Coral. "I will admit, on rare occasions when a few of my relations would visit, some wouldn't even go into my Mom's barn to greet her."

"What!? Now that's just plain rude!"

"I thought the same. When I started getting older, I almost told off my Aunt."

"You mean yer Aunt who'd send ya books from Manehattan?"

"Yeah. She and my Mom were fine communicating by mail, but on the rare occasion she visited, they never conversed face-to-face. Even with my Mom's milk in our fridge, she wouldn't touch a drop."

"Now that makes no sense whatsoever. How kin yer Aunt be so obtuse, sendin' you books to make ya smarter, but not acceptin' or conversin' with her own sister!?"

"I guess sometimes, there are some things that some ponies just don't see eye-to-eye on, even if it isn't hurting anyone," said Coral. "My Mom said she and her sister used to get along fine when they were younger, but when my Mom started getting...bigger, and producing milk like she was, her sister started to avoid her. Eventually, my Mom's sister just moved away to Manehattan, and rarely communicated with my Mom, except for some letters. It was when I was born, that my Aunt seemed to become a bit more, pro-active."

"How so?"

"Well, she seemed concerned about my education, and life out in Galloping Gulch. She'd send me things as I grew up, and on several occasions, she offered to bring me to Manehattan. Even offered to set me up to be educated there."

"And didja end up goin'?"

"No. The way my Aunt described Manehattan in her letters, I was eager to go, but my parents decided not to accept her invitation."

"That sounds a little selfish," said Sweetie Belle. "Your Aunt was offering them a chance to raise you in one of the most famous, and biggest cities in Equestria! Rarity can never get enough of Manehattan."

"Well, I was only 6 at the time, Sweetie Belle. Course, I was upset that I couldn't visit my Aunt. I sulked for a few days before my parents had a heart-to-heart talk with me, and explained their reasons."

"And what were they?" asked Applebloom, leaning in a bit closer.

"They said that even though my Aunt was family, and she wanted to help, my Mom and Dad decided that it was more important that they be involved in my life directly, and not involved in it many miles away. They claimed that one day I probably could leave them, but at that time, they wanted me by their side. They wanted to see me grow up, and become a respectable young stallion."

"And, whut did yer Aunt say to their response?"

"Well, she was disappointed, but, it allowed my Mom to keep requesting that she send care packages of books for me. Like I said, not much to do around those parts, so I had plenty of time to read."

"But still, you passed up a chance to be raised in Manehattan," reminded Scootaloo.

"Yeah, but think of it like this: If I had gone, and gotten an education there, and grown up with a bunch of city ponies, I don't think I would have made the choices I made. I didn't learn how to milk my Mom until my early teens, and who knows? I may have grown to consider my Mom and Dad's profession to be 'wrong.'"

"You do have a point there," chimed in Sweetie Belle.

"Plus, if I had gone, I may not have waited to travel until I was 18, and come to Ponyville, where I met you three, and the other ponies and stallions you know."

"Are you braggin' agin?" smirked Applebloom.

"Nope," said Coral, shaking his head in a 'Big Mac' way. "One book I read said that the decisions we make, affect where we end up, and with whom we meet. So in a sense, my parents are just as much the reason why I'm here in this barn with you girls, as I am for deciding to travel here."

"Wow...that's, pretty deep," said Scootaloo.

"That sounds a little like what happened to Applejack," recalled Applebloom.

"Care to tell me?" asked Coral. "A story for a story?"

"Well, alright," smiled Applebloom.

It had been awhile, but Applebloom related the story about how Applejack had attempted to live with some of her more well-to-do relations, but had grown homesick, and finally come home.

"Interesting," said Coral. "I never would have pegged Applejack as the kind of pony to consider city life."

"Well, she was young and all," said Applebloom. "Ah imagine it all sounded just as exciting to her, as it did you."

"But think of it," said Coral. "She made her decision, and look where she is now. She's the head of your farm, and, she even knows Princess Twilight Sparkle! Just like me, she probably could never have imagined what her future would bring."

"Yeah," replied Applebloom, rubbing her bosom. "Trying to fend off an over-sized stallion, from gettin' close to her big lil' sister."

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As dinnertime rolled around, Granny Smith strolled out of the house, and noted the lateness of the hour to the girls.

Sweetie and Scootaloo said their goodbyes to Coral and Applebloom, with Sweetie promising to try again to get Rarity to come up soon.

As the two girls headed back towards town, Granny suggested Coral also say good night to Applebloom.

"Ah know you two are sweet on each other, but the last thing you need is another one of those streaks," said the old pony.

"I think you mean 'strikes,' Granny Smith," corrected Coral.

"Uh, that's whut ah said."

Coral decided to say goodbye on his own terms, and as Granny watched, he raised his hands in the air, and walked around behind Applebloom's chest.

"Not layin' a hand on you," he said to Applebloom. "Just like I promised yer sister."

"Good," she smirked, and before he knew it, her yellow arms had grabbed his body, and pulled him close for a good night kiss!

After a few minutes of lip-locking, Coral and AB parted, with Coral closing the barn door on his beloved.

"Ah'll be back with your dinner later," said Granny, before they shut.

After walking Granny back to the house, Coral decided to relax on one of the living room chairs, with his loin-clothed dick jutting up in the air.

"Say Granny, I had a pie earlier today," he confessed. "I hope you don't mind."

"Ah, I think them treats is fair game now," she said, slowly moving around the kitchen. "Given mah granddaughter ain't got time fer that thing you wuz doin,' I'm more worried about them goin' to waste."

"So, I can have one of these fritters?"

"Oh, go ahead. Ah don't even think Applejack knows how many of them desserts we still have in that room."

Hearing that, Coral helped himself to two.

Around 7, the sound of cart wheels turning was heard, signaling that Applejack and Big Mac had returned for the day.

"A lil' earlier than usual," remarked Granny Smith. "Mebbe today's sales went better."

It took some time before the two Apples entered the house. Big Mac was the first to enter. He simply nodded to Coral and Granny Smith, before heading upstairs. AJ followed a few minutes after.

"Well, welcome back, dearie," chimed in Granny Smith, as her granddaughter closed the door.

"Hi, Applejack," said Coral, trying to be friendly. "Sales go well-"

"Coral, just...hush," said Applejack, her eyes closed in frustration. "Granny, can you start us up some dinner?"

"Sure can."

"Coral...come with me."

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It hadn't even been a full day, and Coral was again feeling like his stomach was in knots, as Applejack led him upstairs to his room.

Coral sat down on his bed, as Applejack closed the door, and pulled up a nearby chair (trying hard to keep contact with his eyes, and not his huge stallionhood).

"Now Coral, you remember we had our talk earlier this mornin,' right?" she asked, a stern expression still plastered on her face.

"Of course," he replied.

"I put certain rules in place, that are to be followed, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Ah'm the head of this family, and I expect you to respect me."

"Applejack, I do respect you. Can you please just tell me what this conversation is about?"

"Coral Leaf...why was there milk in our cider barrels?"

Applejack then explained her day selling cider.

Around 11 that morning, Big Mac had hooked up a new barrel, and Applejack had simply passed the mug of liquid to a customer.

However, the customer took a drink and quickly spat it out, wondering why they had been served milk, and not the cider they had paid for!

Applejack had quickly refunded the pony's money, and hooked up a proper barrel of cider, before dumping the milky contents of the one barrel, onto the ground behind the cider stand.

"It also happened this afternoon as well," she said. "Now how in the hay did milk, which ah assume is Applebloom's, get into those barrels?"

"I don't know," said Coral. "I swear I-wait, I think I do know how that happened!"

Coral had just remembered how Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had sealed up the four barrels of mare's milk, after he had milked Applebloom the previous day. He quickly told the story to Applejack, whose expression still hadn't changed from it's stern demeanor.

"I must have let it slip my mind," he said. "I'm sorry Applejack, I-I guess they must have been in a hurry, and just put them with the other barrels-"

"Well there's still two more barrels full of my sister's milk in the stack outside," gestured Applejack. "You just made my job a little harder to stomach."

"Wh-me? But it was Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo-"

"DON'T!"

The word from Applejack's mouth petrified Coral, and he quickly shut up.

"Now, ah checked on Applebloom before I came inside. She told me you were in the barn with them...and her."

"I followed your rules. I didn't lay a hand on her-"

"So she told me. Ah looked her in the eye, and saw she was tellin' the truth. However, she told me, that you showed her friends how to...milk her. That...that's earned you yer second strike."

Coral couldn't help himself, as AJ's words suddenly sent him sputtering in protest!

"But, but-but-but Applejack, how is that a strike against me!? I didn't touch your sister! I just explained to the girls how to milk her in case she got too-"

"This is not the conversation I wanted to have after a long day, Coral Leaf. I'm just calling things as I see them."

But this is two strikes you've given me without explainin' beforehand-"

"It's mah fam'ly, this is MAH FARM! They're MAH! RULES!!" she shouted, getting to her hooves, looking down at Coral's green eyes. "Now, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are comin' by again tomorrow. I'll explain to them what I told you. Now, one more time: there's to be no layin' of hands on my sister, and no more...milkin'. Do we understand each other, Coral?"

Coral sat there for a bit. Deep down, he was upset that he was being judged for things that to him, were not necessarily his fault! However, he knew that even with two strikes hanging over his head, he still had a chance (albeit a slim one), to be with Applebloom a bit longer. He would just have to be incredibly careful going forward.

"Yes, Applejack. I understand," he said, trying to look her in the eye, and hoping he didn't look too upset with her.

"Well, alright then," said Applejack, going to the door. "Granny'll call up when dinner's ready. Ah gotta go clean up."

It didn't take long before Granny's voice rang up the stairs. Coral didn't dilly-dally. Upon hearing her voice, he headed downstairs, and prepared a plate of the spaghetti and sauce she had made. Applejack and Big Mac were also in he kitchen, though he did his best not to make eye contact with either of them.

"Thanks, Granny," he muttered, before heading back to his room, where he ate his meal in silence, with the door closed.

Putting the empty plate on the dresser, he tried to relax, but he just kept thinking about what Applejack had told him.

If he hadn't had his massive cock, Coral would have rolled over and buried his face in his pillow.

Instead, he simply pulled it out from under his head, and shoved it against his face, forcefully yelling into it a few times, before he went limp, and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Coral lay in bed, dreading another pounding on his door, and another lecture from Applejack, but that moment never came.

He heard Applejack and Big Mac going about their routine outside his door, before the house became quiet again.

Closing his eyes, he awoke a few hours later, and got himself cleaned up. Unlike the day before, he put on one of Rarity's shirts, and headed downstairs, bringing his plate and utensils from the night before, into the kitchen.

"Well, someone's lookin' nice," came a familiar voice from the kitchen.

"Morning, Granny," he smiled, cleaning off his dinner plate in the sink. "Sorry about last night. Applejack and I had a, little talk."

"Yeah, she told me this mornin'," replied Granny. "Jus' more nonsense like yesterday, by the sounds of it."

"Granny, I...gee this is hard to ask. Was I, wrong to...milk, Applebloom?"

"If'n you think ah'm like Applejack, you kin breathe easier," said Granny, prepping some coffee. "Us Apple's ain't perfect. Why, ah wasn't a perfect lil' filly in my youth. Ah disobeyed my Ma n' Pa, and wandered into the Everfree Forest one evening."

"Really?" asked Coral, picking up a couple more fritters sitting around the living room. "You had a, romantic rendezvous or somethin'?"

"Nah, nothin' like that. I was lookin' to help mah fam'ly. Yah see, it wuz like this..."

Ordinarily, Coral would have tried to get out of this situation, but given he didn't have anything else on his plate (and he was trying to find an excuse to keep from going straight to the barn), he sat at the kitchen table, and listened to Granny's story.

Granny told him about the story of how she came across the zap apples, and her close encounter with the Timberwolves. She also explained how the family's fortunes changed from that time on.

Eventually, after an hour's time (which had been filled with some ramblings Coral had to decipher about relations and Princess Celestia), she came to the end of her story.

"Well, that's quite a tale," said Coral.

"S'all true," said Granny.

"I don't doubt it. I know those Timberwolves are hard to make up when it comes to their viciousness. They almost got me and Applebloom when I first showed up."

"Yeah, and she told me how neat it wuz, you bustin' em up with that stick of yers," smiled Granny Smith. "Nothin' like a strong Stallion to catch a young Apple's eye. Ah should know!"

"Really?" asked Coral, a curious smile on his face. "And how do you-"

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

The question was forgotten, as a few knocks were heard on the kitchen door, which was then opened by Scootaloo.

"Hi, Coral. Hi, Granny Smith," she greeted. "Guess what, Coral? Sweetie and I got a little surprise for you!"

"Oh, honestly, Sweetie Belle," came a familiar, sweet voice. "I am too old for these silly-filly games, and so are you!"

Scootaloo made a shushing sound to Coral and Granny Smith, and walked further into the kitchen. This cleared the way for Sweetie Belle, leading Rarity through the door, one hand in Sweetie's and the other over her eyes.

"Oh come on, Rarity," smiled Sweetie, winking playfully at Coral. "I told you, it's a surprise!"

"I understand you want me to measure Applebloom and Coral," said Rarity in a huff, "but really, I could still use another day to get over that...that...incident in the barn."

"Yeah, sorry about that," said Coral, his voice making Rarity perk up.

"Ooo, Coral?" squealed Rarity, her hand slowly rising from her eyes. "Is my gallant stallion about?"

"Not yet!" said Coral, leading to Sweetie playfully slapping her sister's hand!

"OW! Honestly, Sweetie Belle, you may be 18, but your Mother is going to hear about that, unladylike conduct!"

Coral smiled, as Sweetie silently stuck out her tongue at Rarity, before he continued to speak.

"I just wanted to address you first, Rarity," he said. "I, I know that Applebloom and I, got a bit...carried away at the barn dance. I heard you and your, wardrobe ended up being a bit...'covered.' Sweetie Belle said you were, um, recovering at the spa?"

"Oh-hoh-hoh, Coral. 'Recovering' sounds like I was involved in an accident of sorts," replied Rarity. "I simply needed to, 'recompose' myself, after a rather....exuberant expression of young love!"

"I guess that's one way of putting it," he chuckled. "Anyway, I just wanted to say, speaking for Applebloom as well, we're both sorry for what happened. We honestly didn't know that would ha-"

"Oh-pah-kuh-pah-ku, there is really no need to apologize...though a number of my clients from Canterlot have cancelled some of their orders with me, it is not the end of the world for this pony! For like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, I too, shall rise above this!"

"I'm glad to hear," said Coral. "Okay, I think you can move your hand."

"Finally! Now, Sweetie told me you've gr-g-g-gro-gro-ga-gaga-googoo-gyaahh," slurred Rarity, as she got her first look at Coral's well-wrapped, 4-foot behemoth!

__________

It took a few minutes for Rarity to calm down, her big blue eyes taking in how much Coral had swelled up since she had last measured him.

While she insisted he be measured at once, Sweetie Belle was quick to turn her sister around, and push her out the kitchen door, reminding her that Applebloom also needed to be attended to.

"Coral's gonna come with us too," she said to her sister. "You can measure both him and Applebloom at the same time. Okay?"

"Oh, um, yes, of course," said Rarity, as Scootaloo opened the barn doors.

This resulted in Rarity again devolving into verbal gobbledy-gook, upon seeing the enormous filly, who gave her a wave over her massive mounds.

"Hi gals, hi Rarity," said Applebloom, before her eyes settled on Coral. "And how's mah big studmuffin?"

"Hi, Applebloom," waved Coral.

"Well, come on then," she giggled, parting a small area inside her massive cleavage. "Come to Mama Applebloom! Ah wanna give you a proper greeting!"

"I...I can't do that."

"UGH! Coral Leaf, we went over this yesterday, fer zap apples sake," groaned AB. "Just keep yer hands to yerself, and get in here-"

"I received my second strike from Applejack because I showed Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo how to milk you," he said, the words tumbling out in a torrent.

"WHAT!!!?" came a collective gasp from the three fillies, and Rarity.

"Applejack told us this morning we weren't to milk Applebloom, but she didn't say anything about you getting another strike!" said Scootaloo.

"What is her deal, anyways?" asked Sweetie. "This is just ridiculous!"

"Wait-wait-wait-wait," blubbered Rarity, her eyes on the massive, golden globes before her. "You mean, y-y-you girls, milked Applebloom, like, a-a-a, a cow?"

"Ah am not a cow," retorted Applebloom, looking a little disgusted.

"Oh! I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean anything bad by comparing-saying you were-I-I-I just, never expected, um, that is-"

"Well, Coral milked her first," interrupted Sweetie, cutting off her sister's blubbering. "But Applejack gave him a three strikes rule, and promised to kick him off the farm if he used them up. He got his first strike after that."

"Well I, I-I-I-I admit milking a mare is a bit, uncommon but, it sounds like Applejack is going a, teensy bit overboard."

"A teensy bit!?" exclaimed Applebloom. "Now she's got my Coral so scared, he won't even come near me!? This is just the worst!"

Deep down, hearing her refer to him as 'my Coral,' made Coral's heart flutter a bit.

"I'm sorry Applebloom," he said, sadly. "If I still only had one strike against me, I would have waded into your bosom for a kiss, but given how it seems anything could set off your sister now, I just don't want to take any chances."

"It's not fair!" cried Applebloom, slapping her huge bosom, causing it to undulate from the forceful smack. "Why does Applejack have to be like this!?"

"There there, dear," said Rarity, going over to Applebloom, and giving her long red hair a few strokes. "I know your sister can be a bit...stubborn. But, I'm sure she'll come around."

"I doubt anytime soon," sulked Applebloom. "Everyday she seems to get dumber n' dumber."

"Aw come on," said Sweetie Belle, coming over to her. "We all have days like that. Course, Rarity's had a few more than me."

"WHAT!?" shrieked Rarity, her purple-curled mane flying up. "Why you little-"

Speaking of 'little,' said Sweetie, pointing to Coral and Applebloom. "These two aren't so, 'little' anymore Rarity. I think we need to see again, what makes you the Element of Generosity?"

__________

After Rarity took a few moments to compose herself, she put on her glasses, pulled out her notepad and tape measure, and declared that it was time to get to work.

Sweetie Belle closed the door to the barn for good measure, and Coral removed his loincloth.

Knowing Rarity would want to measure him at 'full-mast,'Coral gave his cock a few strokes, til' he felt like he was going to explode.

Rarity's eyes were agog as she went to work with her tape measure. Sweetie Belle assisted in measuring the length of Coral's shaft, from his crotch, up to the tip (which had leaked a small bit of pre-cum!).

"Sweet Celestia!" exclaimed Rarity, looking at the tape measure, while slightly stroking his cock head. "Four feet long! I must say Coral, for being such a...massive stallion, you're handling your new size quite well!"

"Thank...you, Rarity," said Coral, feeling a tingling through his body, as she continued to stroke him. "I will admit, it...hasn't been, mmm, easy."

"I can only imagine, dear. Being so immense can be trying, but I am sure you'll bounce back with-"

"A-Hem!" said Sweetie Belle, shooting her sis a major case of the stink-eye.

"Oh, sorry," said Rarity, ceasing her stroking. "Yes, musn't dilly-dally. We have a new wardrobe to think about after all!"

When it came to measuring the girth of Coral's penis, Rarity scribbled down '22 inches' in her notebook.

She also found herself measuring his swollen scrotum, and had to admit, that it's 3 foot diameter was rather impressive. As she gazed at it, she could only wonder how much semen was contained within.

Next, it was time to measure Applebloom.

Rarity chose to focus on the girl's waist and hips first. Applebloom explained how the last time she had worn Rarity's jeans, they seemed to feel tighter, and Rarity's latest measurements to her waist and hips, soon confirmed her suspicions.

Applebloom's waist had gained an extra 2 inches since Rarity's last round of measuring, putting her at 26 inches.

When it came to her hips, the tape measure showed 45 inches: a 7-inch gain from her previous measurements!

Of course, when it came to measuring Applebloom's bosom, Rarity had to get creative.

Using Coral, Sweetie, and Scootaloo, Rarity would string out her tape measure as far as it would go (over 10 ft), and then rely on one of the others, to mark with their hand, where the tape measure ended (Coral used his arm instead, given his observance of the 'no hands' rule).

Once the measuring was done, Rarity calculated that Applebloom's bustline measurements, added up to an eye-popping, 396 inches (or, 33 feet)!!

"I must say, this is all quite astonishing," said Rarity, as she finished jotting down the numbers in her notepad. "But never fear, my dears. I will come through for you both, just as I have in the past few weeks."

"Thanks, Rarity," smiled Applebloom. "ah hope you don't use up all your fabric on account of me."

"Well, I do believe in efficiency, dear. However, when it comes to your chest, it may take a little time. I want your lingerie and top to be perfect, and at your size, I may not have it done for a few weeks. You'll most likely get your new panties and jeans sooner."

"I don't mind. Ah know you can pull it off Rarity."

"Thank you, my dear," said Rarity, turning to Coral. "And as for you, my studly stallion, I figure your shirts and all still fit well? That one you're wearing looks like it's still holding up."

"Yeah, feels like it," said Coral, flexing a bit for Rarity. "I just need some, bottoms to make me seem more...well, a little more presentable."

"You mean you don't like just wandering around with this loincloth?" asked Scootaloo, as she and Sweetie Belle began to wrap his package up again.

"Ho-ho-ho," mocked Coral, turning his attention back to Rarity. "I take it, given the extra size, it'll take some time for me too?"

"Yes, but not quite as long as Applebloom's tops. Now, I sense you want to be wearing normal bottoms again very soon, so I'll try to have something ready in a few days."

"Thanks, Rarity," said Coral, moving in for a hug, only to have his huge penis squish up and against Rarity's body!

"Sorry, he said. "Still, getting used to it."

"Oh-ho-ho-ho, don't even think of apologizing, Coral dear," said Rarity, walking over to him, and pushing the monster cock vertically, and giving him a hug, with the firm object caught in their embrace. "My Element of Generosity will always shine through, for those I deem worthy of my attention!"

"AH-HEM!!" came Sweetie Belle, clearing her throat a little louder, and looking at her older sister with a rather stern expression.

"What!?" squeaked Rarity, as she broke away from Coral. "Can't I be just as generous with my feelings, as I am with my fashion designs?"

Sweetie Belle just rolled her eyes, as Coral smiled a bit at her irritation with Rarity.

__________

With her measurements in hand, Rarity headed back to Ponyville.

The girls and Coral politely waved her off, though once her purple mane was out of view of the barn, Sweetie stopped waving and gave a frustrated "harumph."

"I take it you're a little upset about something?" asked Coral smugly.

"I hope you appreciate what I went through for you and Applebloom," replied Sweetie Belle. "Honestly, she probably could have spent a whole WEEK at the spa!"

"Was it...really that bad?" asked Applebloom.

"My sister isn't the family drama queen for nothing," huffed Sweetie. "Let's just say, as much as she likes your body Coral, she's not one to appreciate a bunch of your...stuff, and Applebloom's milk, all over her body."

Sweetie then explained in greater detail, about getting Rarity back to Carousel Boutique, following the barn dance.

The messy cab ride, was followed by Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, having to drag the still-unconscious pony, up the stairs to her room.

Sweetie had stayed at the boutique, but sent Scootaloo home.

Both of the girl's dresses were also total write-offs, and Sweetie admitted it took her a few extra washes, to feel like she had cleaned out as much of the lover's 'juices' as she could, out of her hair and off her body.

Rarity woke up the next day with a loud shriek, and Sweetie claimed it just got worse from there.

She sobbed over her ruined dress, and her milk and cum-soaked hair and body, let alone the 'white trail' leading up the stairs to her bedroom.

"She made me clean the stairs like Cinderella, while she washed herself," sulked Sweetie. "Claimed she washed herself at least a dozen times, but still felt unclean."

"Aw gee Sweetie Belle," said Applebloom, feeling miserable. "Ah hope you realize that Coral and I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Well I don't blame you two," said, Sweetie, giving them a sheepish smile. "It's just that Rarity has to be so dramatic sometimes. She even had me hold a funeral for her dress."

"Oh come on, Sweetie," chuckled Coral.

"Coral, if anypony would hold a funeral for a dress that looked as bad as that one did, it's Rarity," replied Scootaloo.

"Anyway," said Sweetie. "Long story short, we buried the dress, she threw on some clothes, and then just went to the spa. They tried to get her to leave after hours, but she put up such a fuss, they let her stay overnight. It took me hinting that Coral had grown, to get her to come up here."

"I-I mean we, really appreciate what you did, Sweetie Belle," said Coral. "I'm sure you realize that."

"Of course I do," said Sweetie. "You're a terrible liar, so I would have known if you enjoyed hearing I suffered at the hands of my sister."

Coral blushed a bit, as Scootaloo and Applebloom burst out laughing at Sweetie's last line.

"Thanks, Sweetie Belle," smiled Applebloom, her laughter fading away. "If only negotiatin' with Applejack was so easy. Believe me, if she comes in here tonight Coral, ah'm gonna give her an earful regarding that strike she gave ya. Ah mean, I'm a big pony-well, not big as in, this, but-I kin make my own decisions! Besides, so what if my friends want to milk me? Ah mean, does Applejack just want me to get so big that mah boobs burst?"

"I know it's frustrating honey, but, just try not to get into a shouting match with her," suggested Coral. "Believe me, as much as I sometimes really want to tell her off, raising my voice isn't going to do anypony any favors."

"So yer solution is to just wait it out?"

"It appears to be my only option," sighed Coral, walking around to her body. "Remember, we still got a few more weeks left to be together."

"Without any contact whatsoever...and then you'll leave me," murmured AB, her chin dipping down sadly.

"Aw Applebloom, please don't make me feel so-"

"UNNGGHN!!"

Coral was surprised as her right arm suddenly shot out, as if she had meant to grab hold of his arm! Coral managed to back off just in time, though for a second, he thought she might try to grab him by the cock.

"AB, please don't do that again. I told you, I have to behave myself-"

"NNNGGHNNNNNN!!!" screamed the yellow filly, burying her face in her massive cleavage, pounding on their swollen forms in frustration.

Nearby, her friends looked on sadly at the frustrated couple, wishing they could help in some way.

__________

Coral and the girls spent their afternoon and early-evening hours the same as the day before, with the barn door open, and sharing in each other's company.

However, the conversation meandered more than the day before, given that Coral wouldn't touch Applebloom, and there was to be no more lessons in milking her as well.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were on their 'best behavior,' and didn't try to push Coral into his girlfriend's waiting bosom. They did offer to take a Pinkie Promise, and let him get in a few cuddles, but even this wasn't enough to sway things in the huge, love-starved filly's favor.

A few stories were shared here-and-there, but the mood was definitely spoiled by the specter of Coral's final strike, hanging over his head.

Finally, it was time for the group to disassemble for the day.

Sweetie and Scootaloo promised to stop by Sugarcube Corner the next day, and bring some treats for their next meetup.

Coral and Applebloom found themselves in an awkward silence, before they parted for the evening.

Coral blew his special somepony a kiss, and she returned his gesture.

He was just about to close the barn doors, when her voice rang out.

"Wait, Coral!"

He looked at her face, the light from the nearby window playing across her face, which looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

"I love you," she said, trying to hide her sadness.

"I know," replied Coral, as he closed the door.

__________

After the day out in the barn, behaving himself, Coral decided to try and sit down at the dinner table that evening with Applejack and Big Mac.

Hopefully, things weren't as bad as yesterday, he thought. I have to make this work...somehow.

It was the final day of the Cider Festival, and Coral wondered if it would bring out a bigger crowd, than the day before.

Eventually, Applejack and Big Mac returned to the farm, an hour later than the day before.

Granny had prepared some soup and bread for the family, and after Applejack brought some soup to the barn for Applejack, she sat down at the kitchen table with Big Mac, Granny, and Coral.

Eventually, Applejack opened up about their final day.

As Coral had thought, the crowd was definitely bigger than the day before, though not quite as big as they had hoped. Big Mac would be returning down to the cider stand, to retrieve 8 barrels that had not been opened.

"Um, you didn't come across one of the two with Applebloom's, milk, did you?" asked Coral, nervously.

"Nope," answered Big Mac.

"Guess they're somewhere in the 20 or so barrels we didn't open," replied Applejack. "Truth be told, ah had hoped this cider festival would have been a big success. Ah guess next year, maybe we just won't shoot so high."

"Any idea what you're going to do with that extra cider?" asked Coral, trying to keep up the conversation.

"Reckon we'll have to get rid of it like all these extra desserts," said AJ, gesturing to the living room, which seemed to have taken on a permanent smell of apple treats. "I really hate to waste all this hard work."

"I know," said Coral, trying his best not to mention the library fund that seemed dead as a doornail. "Though, maybe you can still sell some of that leftover cider?"

"Coral, the Cider Festival is officially over-"

"Yeah, but the zap apple harvest is coming up. Granny and Applebloom have told me how you sell your zap apple jam after the harvest. Maybe you could, I don't know, maybe, sell some of the unopened cider as, 'Apple Family Reserves' or something."

"Ah don't know," said Applejack. "We've never really sold our cider outside of the festival-"

"Well, ya never had a weeklong Cider Festival til' this year," chimed in Granny Smith. "B'sides, it's already a shame we're gonna haftah waste all those sweets. I hate to think about dumpin' all that cider as well."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac.

"Besides, it's not like it's going to become a tradition or something," said Coral, getting a little excited that Granny and Big Mac were agreeing with him! "Just a way to maybe make some more money, and, hopefully finish off your cider stock."

"Well, maybe," said Applejack. "Zap apple season's in a few weeks, ah, suppose it is doable."

"And Rarity should have my new jeans ready by then," said Coral, excitement in his voice. "Why, after I finish helping your family harvest the zap apples, I'd be more than happy to help sell the jam and the cider-"

"Now hold yer horses," said AJ. "You're just going to help with the harvest, and that's all. We can take care of selling our family's products just fine."

Coral's enthusiasm drained like a mug of cider. In his excitement, he had hoped to squeeze a few more days out of staying with the Apples, but it seemed that Applejack had no intentions of letting him extend his stay with her family.

"Ok," he said, quietly returning to his soup. "It was just a suggestion."

The family returned to their meal, with Granny giving Coral a small gaze of concern.

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Now that the Cider Festival was over, the clean-up process began.

The next day, Big Mac retrieved the unopened barrels, while Applejack got to work unhooking and taking apart several items on the cider stand.

As she worked underneath the counter, a clopping of hooves was heard, and two shadows played across the counter.

"I say brother-of-mine, it seems we're too late," said one voice.

"So it would seem," chimed in another voice. "Well, guess this is what comes from being such busy little bees. Not enough time some days to just enjoy some good ol' fashioned apple cider."

"Well, sorry to disappoint ya," said Applejack, rising from behind the stand. "But you're correct. We finished sellin' cider last ni-"

It was then she saw the two stallions before her. Their red hair, straw hats, black bow ties, and pinstriped shirts immediately made her green eyes narrow into slits.

"Sweet Celestia, not you two again..."

Author's Note

And there you have it, another chapter down.

This one I feel sticks to my more dramatic style of storytelling, while also getting in something that I know some have wanted to know for awhile now: measurements!

As mentioned in a previous comments section, I had considered keeping Coral and AB's measurements largely to the imagination of the reader. However, I figured with Rarity measuring them, it'd be a no-brainer to include them here...though I do hope Coral's knees are chafed from his huge sac rubbing against them.

Rarity as always, is fun to add in, let alone getting a few fun jabs at her and Sweetie Belle are some highlights of any story for me. I did wonder if I was being a little too out-there with Rarity holding a funeral for her destroyed barn-dance dress, but...I could just see an image of Rarity wailing over the dress, as Sweetie stood next to her, arms across her bosom, wondering, "why did I get the drama queen sister?"

Coral and AB as characters, are also sometimes intriguing to write for. To me, it'd be so easy for Coral to just be straight-up angry at Applejack, but, allowing him to be a more patient (if irritated) young stallion, I think shows the integrity of his character.

Applebloom's moods can be fun but sad to write about. I want her to sometimes feel sexually pent-up, but often unable to act on those feelings because of her sister, as well as Coral's respecting the rules. My favorite line of hers in the chapter, is her asking 'why he has to be so good at 'being good'?'

It was definitely fun adding in some pop-culture references here-and-there. One reference came to mind completely by accident, and I think it definitely helped one scene out quite a bit.

Plus, there are the little references to the Apple's history and previous show episodes, that I did like informing Coral about, let alone him telling a little more about his family life. From what I understand, Galloping Gulch has never really been explored on the show, and that ability for it to remain largely unexplored area, allows me to give it some nice development here and there.

I sat on this chapter for a long time, trying to figure out just how to end it. I think the current political climate and being away from the story (I had been writing on a weekly basis until I stopped for the month of April), helped me finally find it's ending...and recall my love of cliffhangers!

Chapter 11

That evening, Applebloom felt more alone than she could ever remember feeling.

Even with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo promising to visit after breakfast the next morning, and Granny hugging her tightly and telling her to 'be strong,' her heart still ached for her special somepony.

Closing her eyes, she could still see him outside the barn door, his suitcase in one hand, trudging down the path, away from the Apple's farm house...and her.

Later that evening, there was a knock on the barn door. It was soon followed by Applejack, quietly entering with her sister's dinner.

"Hi sugarcube. I brought you a lil' something."

The only 'response,' was a slight rustling of the tarpaulin under Applebloom's huge bosom, as she breathed slowly.

"Look Applebloom," said AJ, rolling an empty barrel next to her sister, and placing the meal on it. "Ah know you're prob'ly upset with me right now, and ah don't blame ya...but ah hope when you calm down, you'll understand why ah did what ah did."

She was right next to her younger sister, but Applebloom simply stared straight ahead, her crossed arms and head resting atop her rising and falling bosom.

"Alright, ah, see you want to be alone. Be sure to eat up before your dinner gets cold."

When there was still no response, Applejack tried to lay a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder, but Applebloom quickly shrugged off the gesture.

Realizing things weren't going to get any better, the orange pony walked around her sister's chest, and closed the door for the evening.

Once she was gone, Applebloom glanced at her dinner, and then resumed her sulky demeanor, as the sun cast orange rays of light through the nearby window, and across her great expanses of chestflesh.

Even though her stomach gave a little growl, she refused to touch her food, and as darkness settled in, she drifted off to sleep.

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*creak*

The squeak of the barn door jolted Applebloom awake.

A sliver of moonlight could be seen in front of her, as she saw the left door was open slightly.

"Wh-who's there?" she asked, trying to sound brave. "S-show yourself or ah'll scream for mah fam'ly."

"It's me, honey," came a familiar voice.

"C-coral?" squeaked Applebloom, her eyes darting around the darkened interior. "Where are you?"

"Over here," came his voice, and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the familiar silhouette of his cock's head, and then his actual head atop his shoulders. He was naked before her, with his clothes in his right hand. With a smile on his face, he dropped them to the barn floor.

As he walked towards her, Applebloom felt her eyes begin to water, and her arms reaching out. This caused Coral to pick up his pace and rush into her embrace, his four-foot stallionhood coming between them, almost like a jealous lover.

Applebloom nuzzled and rubbed her face against it's musky surface, before she pushed it aside, and their lips came together in a series of tearful kisses.

"Oh Coral," she sobbed, her shoulders twitching with each gasp of air. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too, Applebloom," she heard him say, his face nuzzling into her hair.

"Ah don't care what Applejack says, ah don't want you to leave me-please don't leave me again!"

"I don't want to honey, you know I don't, but I don't know what I can do."

"Well, m-maybe Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo can help us," suggested AB. "Rarity's a big fan ah yers, maybe you could stay in Carousel Boutique, and-and sneak over here after dark...say, where were you after mah friends saw you at the station?"

"Well, I, tricked them into thinking I got on the train," explained Coral. "Then before it left, I exited out the other side, and hid out in a park on the opposite side of the station."

"Hid?" asked Applebloom, thinking of how 'big' he was.

"It wasn't easy, and it was a little uncomfortable, but it did the trick. I waited until nightfall, and made my way back to you."

"Well, ah don't want you goin' back to that park to sleep tonight," scolded AB. "Ah need mah Coral close by for some snuggles."

"Like this?" smirked Coral, rubbing his face against her massive left breast, like a cat.

"Mmm, that's the way," she moaned, feeling a tingling sensation flitting through her body. "Wait, ah have it!"

"What?"

"It's so obvious: you kin just sleep in mah bosom!"

"Well, when you put it that way, how could I resist?" said Coral, his eyebrows wiggling in a mischievous fashion.

After breaking free of her embrace, Coral 'bounced' over and closed the barn door. Once he had done so, he turned around with a huge smile on his face, and slowly 'waded' into the soft, enfolding contours of his sweetheart's milk-filled bosom. With each step, he playfully wiggled his naked body, causing his massive cock to wobble, and Applebloom to sigh contentedly. As he steadily approached her arms, she opened them wide, and embraced him within her cleavage.

"Feel comfy?" she giggled.

"Mmhmm," he smiled, as his lips and hers met in the darkness of her family's barn.

"Sure ya don't wanna wear Rarity's clothes?"

"Nah, you feel warm enough for a good night's sleep."

"Ah'm glad."

Slowly, Coral, backed off a step or two, and seemed to sink deep into the yellow 'swells' surrounding him. AB smiled naughtily, as the head of his erect cock still remained in view before her.

"Night, Coral," she called, blowing a kiss.

"Night, Applebloom," she heard him say, and saw his cock waggle, as if waving to her.

The contented filly closed her eyes, and in a matter of minutes, was asleep with a smile on her face.

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At the sound of the cock crowing the next day, Applebloom yawned, and stretched her arms as high as she could.

"Mmm, wake up my big stallion," she called out. "You need to get goin' b'fore Appleja-"

Her eyes had just gotten the last of the sleep blinked away, but she was quick to notice that the head of Coral's cock, was no longer sticking up out of her bosom.

"Coral? Honey?"

But there was no answer. Reaching down into her massive 'canyon,' she tried parting her cleavage, but found nothing.

I guess he woke up earlier and took off, she thought. Well, it's prob'ly fer the best. Guess he didn't want Applejack chasin' him off again.

Not long after she woke up, the barn doors opened, and Granny Smith entered.

"Mornin' Granny!" she said, with a cheerful smile.

"Well, sounds like somepony's got a little of her ol' self back," said Granny, taking up the uneaten dinner, and replacing it with some breakfast. "Guess ya weren't hungry last night. Ah hope you got room fer breakfast, though."

"Oh yeah," smiled AB, picking up a fork on the plate, and scooping scrambled eggs into her mouth. "Mmmm!"

"Now that's more like the lil' filly ah know," smiled Granny, giving AB's hair a playful rustle. "Purty sure we won't hafta deal with them Flim-Flams t'day neither. Word is, Coral messed up their stuff sumpin' good. Course, ah'm sorry yer sister ran him off the other day."

"Well, t'tell yuh the truth Granny," said AB, with a mischievous gleam in her orange eyes, "ah don't think she did."

"Whaddya mean, dearie?"

"Kin ya keep a secret?"

"Aw, come on, you know ah kin do that fer mah lil' Apple."

"Okay...Coral's still here!" squeaked AB with glee.

"Whu-huh? Where?" asked Granny Smith, looking around.

"Not right now, Granny. He's not dumb enough to hang around and git caught. He snuck in here last night, and slept in mah bosom like it wuz a bed. Ah figure he left b'fore ah woke up this morning."

"Really? Ah thought talkin' to yer friends the other day, he had taken off on the train."

"So did I, but he said he got off and hid til' it was dark to come back and tell me."

"Eh, you're sure yah didn't just dream it, dearie?"

"Ah'm positive, Granny!" said Applebloom, a smear of strawberry jam dribbling down her chin as she bit into some toast.

"Well, if'n you say so, ah guess ah'd better keep an extra eye out for ya two," smiled Granny, with a little wink of her eye.

AB finished up her breakfast with a hug from Granny Smith, who took the dishes and left.

It wasn't long before Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo arrived, and Applebloom happily told them about her encounter with Coral. However, the two were a bit more skeptical than Granny was.

"Okay, I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but, are you sure it wasn't a dream?" asked Scootaloo.

"Granny asked me the same thing," said AB. "But ah'm positive he came back. Maybe it was his plan all along. Y'know, trick Applejack into thinking she had won, and then sneaking back up here later?"

"Well, I know he's smart and all," said Sweetie Belle, nervously rubbing her arm, "but remember, he wrote you that letter?"

"Yeah well, maybe he changed his mind on the way to the station! Remember how he suddenly came up with that idea for you and Scootaloo to learn how to milk me?"

"Yeah, but, well...um..I'm kind of on Scootaloo's side here," said Sweetie, reluctantly.

"Okay, fine," said AB, rolling her eyes. "You two don't believe me? Well how bout this? When Coral sneaks back in tonight to see me, I'll get him to leave his briefs with me, and I'll show them to you both tomorrow!"

"Uhhh, okay," said Sweetie Belle, looking concernedly at Scootaloo, out of the corner of her eye.

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While Applebloom was talking with her friends, Applejack was attempting to get Sweet Apple Acres back to some form of normalcy.

Unknown to the rest of her family, she had decided to take Coral's suggestion of trying to sell off the remaining cider at the upcoming zap apple harvest.

That afternoon, she headed out behind the barn, and surveyed the leftovers: 20 barrels of cider, that still remained after their week-long Cider Festival.

"And somewhere in there, are two barrels with mah lil' sister's milk," she sighed.

Ever since discovering what Coral and the Applebloom's friends had done, she had been itching to find the other two barrels that contained Applebloom's breast milk. However, she knew that it might lead to destroying who-knew-how many barrels of cider, which would be more lost profits to the family.

Plus, Coral had created more problems the previous day, getting into that ruckus with the Flim-Flam brothers, and wrecking their milking equipment.

Applejack also found herself rolling her eyes, remembering how he had ridiculously claimed Applebloom to be a 'milkmare.'

Returning to the house, she and Granny Smith began to finally clean up all the desserts in the living room, 'unsold stock' from the now-abandoned 'library fund' Coral had wanted to set up.

"Seems a shame to throw all these out," said Granny, placing a perfectly good pie in a trash can.

"Ah know," said AJ. "But they've been sittin' here a might too long, and ah doubt they'll keep til' zap apple jam time."

"Still, a shame they couldn'tah been used fer that library that Coral was wantin.'

"Granny, could yah just not mention-"

"Why not? Whut's wrong with mentionin' his name? Izzit cuz ya think he done somethin' tah Applebloom?"

"Well, no, it's not that, it's-"

"It's whut? Hmm? Hmmmmmmmmmm?"

"Nevermind, Granny."

The two managed to get the foodstuffs put in the garbage can...which was then taken by Big Mac out to the pigpen, where the mixture of apple treats were eagerly gobbled up by the family swine.

Not long afterward, the sound of pistons and gears was heard, and the Flim-Flam brothers pulled up to the farmhouse in their vehicle.

At first, Applejack assumed they were here to milk her sister, but the two entrepreneurs claimed that due to what happened the day before, there were now some...complications.

The two brothers soon were sitting at the kitchen table, explaining themselves.

Coral had really done a number on their equipment the other day. From shattering the milk collection dome, to whacking the machine hard enough that delicate metal fastenings and tubing within had been ruptured, it looked like it would be a little over a week before they'd be able to continue their milking services.

Of course, Applejack was just as livid, when they presented her with a bill for the repair work.

Applejack at first balked at the figures, when there was a thumpin' down the stairs, and Granny Smith dumped a whole mess of bits on the table.

"Granny, what in tarnation'd yah do that fer?"

"It's tah help make yer bellyachin' not so dang lousy," retorted the old pony.

"I dare say, Applejack, your Grandmother is quite the enigma," blinked Flim.

"Ah ain't no eenie-meenie," said Granny, giving Flim a major case of the stink-eye. "This here wuz most o' the salary of our former hired hand."

"Wait, ya mean this is what ah paid Coral for the harvestin?" asked AJ.

"Shore is. He wrote a letter to yer sister, explained a few things. Even how he figgered you'd be upset with him fer knockin' around these two's thingy they used on mah granddaughter."

"I, see," said Flam, feeling like he and his brother had wandered out of a business deal, and into a family squabble. "Well, truth be told, just eyeballing the bits you've laid before us Granny, this should pay for a new pair of milking tubes for dear Applebloom. However, we will still need the rest in payment, b'fore we get back to work."

"Aw come on, fellas," sighed Applejack. "We just got finished with our Cider Festival."

"Yes, and we hear tell it was a pretty big deal," noted Flim. "Why with so much time and cider, your family should have more than enough to pay us-"

Both brothers were a little surprised when Applejack's arms shot across the table, scooping the bits as close to herself as possible, causing a number to also clink down onto the wooden floor.

"Hey-hey now, what's this?"

"You two are soundin' a might too concerned with how much we Apples have," said AJ.

"Why, we, I-we didn't mean anything to upset you, dear Applejack," smiled Flim. "Please understand, we're just concerned for your sister! As we told you before, we want the poor filly to be normal again, and we can't make our repairs without payment for the damages, which you must understand, we hold no ill-will towards you, but that ill-behaved ruffian you hired."

Applejack found her eyes darting from brother-to-brother, before sighing deeply.

"Here's the deal. Give me five days, ah...ah need to do some thinkin.'"

"Very well," said Flim. "But surely you can spare a little for us to get started on repairs-"

"Yah heard whit she said!" snapped Granny. "Yah two come on back in five days, and see if'n she thinks yer services are worth it."

And so, the two brother 'humbly' puttered out of Sweet Apple Acres, as Applejack and Granny Smith gathered up Coral's bits, and stored them in some old coffee cans. For safe-keeping, AJ placed them in her closet.

Later on that evening, after Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had gone home, AJ brought her sister her dinner. Surprisingly, Applebloom seemed to be in better spirits than the night before.

When AB inquired about the Flim-Flams, AJ said they'd be back in a few days, making the young filly's face fall. Deep down, she had hoped they were gone for good.

Even so, in the back of her head, she was anticipating another late-night rendezvous. Looking at her sister, she was giggling deep inside, thinking how Applejack had no idea what had gone on the night before...and what would happen tonight!

__________

That night, Applebloom eagerly watched the door, awaiting the return of her sweetheart stallion.

The sky outside was clear and filled with stars, and they seemed to be reflected in her eyes.

"Hurry, mah handsome Coral," she whispered, a wistful smile on her face. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her bosom, imagining his face nuzzling it.

__________

The crowing of the cock awoke her from her sleep.

Looking around, Applebloom looked for signs that Coral had been there, but there was nothing.

But, ah was sure he'd come back, she thought. He loves me too much to not come back.

That morning, she ate her breakfast and told Granny about what happened, as well as her friends when they came by later.

"I still think it might have been a dream," reiterated Scootaloo.

"Well, I still think you're wrong," replied Applebloom. "Maybe something came up, and he couldn't make it."

"But what?" asked Sweetie Belle. "What, could have kept him?"

"I...I...I don't know," said Applebloom, growing frustrated. "But whatever kept him, I'm gonna let him know how upset ah am that he didn't show up last night!"

For the rest of the day, Applebloom sulked in the barn.

Deep inside, she was torn. Part of her wanted to believe what she had told her friends. The other part of her, was beginning to wonder if Scootaloo was right, and she really had just dreamed it all. Of course, she didn't want it to be a dream.

As the sun set, she was already thinking of everything she was going to say to him, as well as punishing him.

He really enjoyed stickin' himself between mah boobs, she thought to herself. Well, he'll learn not to make his special somepony feel like this. He kin cuddle n' kiss me, but he's gonna sleep on the hay bales by the wall tonight.

Scrunching up her face, she crossed her arms over her chest, and watched the barn door, going over and over in her mind, the first thing she'd tell him once he stepped inside.

__________

Suddenly, she heard the cock crow.

The night had passed, and like the day before, it looked like Coral had not chosen to appear.

As she looked at the sunlight streaming through the window, small little pearls of tears began to form at her eyelids, before overflowing, and dribbling down her face.

Burying her face in her chest, she couldn't help but feel...that Scootaloo was right.

__________

After her realization, Applebloom's listless attitude returned, bigger than before.

Granny happily greeted her that morning, but received no response in return. When she came to pick up the breakfast dishes a few hours later, none of the food had been touched.

When Sweetie and Scootaloo arrived, they got a foot inside the barn, before they heard her mutter two words that shocked them: "Go away."

The girls attempted to get their friend to change her mind, but after seeing Applebloom's face displaying a mixture of disappointment and sadness, they quietly left.

Applejack was also surprised when she brought her sister her dinner, and found the lunch hadn't been touched.

"Now whut is goin' on?" she asked. "You were eatin' fine the other day. Whut happened, sugarcube?"

"Just go away," mumbled Applebloom, her head lolled across her bosom.

"Honey, is there somethin' botherin' you?"

"Yeah," said AB, lifting her head up, and looking directly into her sister's green eyes. "You!"

Applejack took the words as her cue to go.

That evening, the faintest sliver of hope was alight inside Applebloom that Coral would show himself. The ample apple attempted to stay up as long as she could, but upon waking the next morning, and seeing no trace that he had been there, her hopes were completely dashed.

__________

And so it went.

For the next two days, Applebloom just sulked in the barn, like a lump on a rock.

Her family would bring her meals, but she wouldn't touch them. Her friends would come over, but she wouldn't talk to them.

At dinnertime on the second day of her sulk, Applejack brought her sister some spaghetti and garlic bread.

Like the last several days worth of meals, the lunch she had been brought earlier, hadn't been touched. Applejack could even hear her sister's stomach growl as she got closer.

The girl just lay against her huge bosom, her head lulled against her right breast like it was a firm pillow. If not for the small up-and-down motion of her chest, one would almost have thought she was dead.

This is ridiculous, thought Applejack, as she addressed her sister.

"Applebloom, what's wrong?"

"...nuthin's wrong," mumbled Applebloom, sounding for all the world, bored by the question.

"Nuthin's wrong?"

"...nope."

"You're just lyin' there, not eatin,' ignorin' yer friends, and that's all there is to it?"

"...eeyup," replied the younger Apple, the faintest hint of irritation in her tone of voice.

Applejack just stared at her sister, before suddenly deciding, enough was enough.

"Alright," she said, trying to toughen her voice up. "Ah know this ain't just about nothin.' Now ah want you to tell me what's got you all upset, and ah'm not leavin' here until we work this out."

Slowly, Applebloom's head turned towards her sister, her brow furrowing slightly.

"So now, y'wanna listen tah me?"

"Honey, ah always listen to yah-"

"Those two were makin' my nipples ache, and you just let em' keep on doin' what they did."

"Applebloom, ah-"

"Coral tried to help me an' you made him leave!"

"Now listen-"

"He was the one stallion ah cared about," said AB, her voice rising to a wail (and her head and body rising to an erect position as well), "the only one I'll ever care about, and YOU! MADE HIM!! LEAVE!!!"

Before AJ realized what was happening, her sister began picking up dishes and utensils from the barrel nearby, and throwing them at her! She dodged the garlic bread, but got a few handfuls of pasta splattered on her shirt and face!

"Applebloom, whu-hey-ow-stop-tha-"

"I HATE YOU!!" roared the enormous filly, a fire in her eyes that was almost frightening. "YOU SENT THE ONLY STALLION AH EVER LOVED AWAY AND YOU NEVER ONCE CONSIDERED MAH FEELINGS!!! YER OBTUSE, JUST LIKE CORAL SAID BOUT DIAMOND TIARA AND SILVER SPOON!! AH WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!"

"Applebloom!" cried out Applejack, trying to gain some control over what was happening, "that's a horrible thing to-"

"GET OUT!!!" yelled Applebloom, tears streaming down her cheeks, her fists pounding on her bosom, as her voice rose into a high-pitched screech. "GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!!!!!!"

Unsure just what to do, Applejack rushed for the barn door, and closed it from the outside. She could faintly hear her sister yelling for a few more minutes, before the sounds devolved into noisy weeping.

Applejack stood dumbfounded for a few moments. Looking down at her clothes, she tried to scrape off some of the noodles and sauce clinging to her shirt, before marching back to the farmhouse.

Granny Smith and Big Mac were in the living room, as the screen door banged open, and AJ walked in. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she began slowly rubbing her temples.

"Y'wanna tell us whut all that ruckus was about?" asked Granny.

"Ruckus?" asked AJ, her eyes closed, and concentrating.

"Surely y'know we heard what was goin' on out there. Ah don't think ah've ever heard Applebloom shriek loud enough tah hear it all the way in here..."

"Nothin," replied AJ.

"Ya don't rub yer head when it's nothin," said Granny, turning her gaze to the kitchen. "Ah've known you fer too long to know when you're upset. And by the look of that sauce on yer face and clothes, it's-"

"It's Applebloom, Granny," interrupted AJ, her hands flying wildly from her head, and slamming down on the table! "She's refusin' to eat, she won't talk to me, and just now she was yellin' and throwin' stuff and wishin' ah was dead!"

"Ah see," said Granny, walking over to her granddaughter. "An, why do ya think she's actin' the way she is?"

"Prob'ly cuz of that Coral Leaf," sighed Applejack. "Y'know, ever since he came to this farm, everything-"

*WHACK*

"HEY!" cried out Applejack, as Granny's hand whacked her on the side of the head. "What'd ya do that for!?"

"Why don'tcha try using that thing in yer noggin' that ya haven't been usin' lately and figger it out," snapped Granny, looking a tad disgusted.

"Ah don't know what yah mean-"

*WHACK*

"OW!" cried out AJ, as Granny landed a second blow.

"That's mah point!" said Granny. "Fer bein' the 'head' o' this family, you ain't been doin' much thinkin' recently."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac, walking into the kitchen.

"Granny, ah, ah've just had a lot on my mind an-"

"Stop givin' me excuses, or ah'll give yah a third whackin," threatened Granny, her wrinkled right hand raised.

"Alright alright," said Applejack, throwing up her hands in defense.

"Big Mac, take a seat," said Granny, and soon, all three of the family members were seated at the kitchen table, under the yellow glow of the overhead light.

"Now, dearie," said Granny, reaching over and giving AJ's arm a small squeeze. "we're gonna have this talk, becuz you need tah hear it from those that care about you."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac.

"Now, ah know Cider Fest ain't always easy to plan and do, but we had us a right fine young stallion in that there Coral Leaf."

"Well, ah will admit, he was a hard worker," nodded Applejack.

"Yeah, and he did seem a bit outsized fer a stallion. But y'know, his heart wuz in the right place, n' ah think that's somethin' you don't realize."

"Whut's that, Granny?"

"He had heart enough fer us all, but, he ended up given a bit more of that tah yer lil' sis...and she gave some of her heart...back to him."

"Well, ah will admit it isn't common fer Applebloom to know a young stallion or two-"

"That ain't whut I'm talkin' bout here."

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Were you completely sidetracked preppin' for the festival? Am I the only female Apple at this table who wuz seein' yer sister and Coral eyein' each other? Seein' how she seemed more alive with her bosoms than when she first started growing?"

"Yeah, and then she and him both grew enormous at the dance and-"

*BANG*

"Size ain't got nothin' to do with what those two 'have!'" cried Granny, slamming her old fists down on the table. "Applebloom, LOVES that young stallion!"

Applejack's eyes fluttered a bit, a little overwhelmed at what she had Just heard.

"L-LOVES!? Granny, Applebloom's mah-"

"Yeah, she's yer lil' sister, and she'll always be yer lil' sister. But she's not that lil' filly anymore who was off with her friends tryin' to figure out who they wuz. She's a young mare now, with thoughts and feelings of her own, and as much as you wanna think you know what's best fer her, well, right now you don't."

"Granny-"

"Want another whack?"

...no."

"As ah was sayin, you seem to know plenty bout takin' care of the farm, but you ain't got proper skills in figurin' out Applebloom, and what's best for her. She's her own pony, and ah sure as heck bet she wouldn't push you tah have things done to you, that you wouldn't want."

"Y-you mean like with the Fl-"

"Now yer catchin' on," smiled Granny.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, as slowly, AJ's head bowed in a sign of uncomfortable defeat.

"...yer...yer right, Granny Smith," sighed Applejack, finding it hard to make eye-contact with her older relative. "Ah, ah done messed up. Ah guess, things were easier when Applebloom wuz just a, silly lil' filly. And now, she...hates me...callin' me things like obtuse an, an, what does that even mean?"

"It means 'insensitive.'"

The deep voice seemed to suck all the air out of the room, as Applejack and Granny looked up to it's source.

"Big Mac?" asked Applejack. "Wh-where did you hear that-"

"Ah heard it from Coral, when we were pressin' cider," continued Big Mac, giving his sister a stern look. "And despite the way you treated him, ah don't think he was deservin' of it. He worked just as hard as any of us during this festival, and ah think ah speak for Granny Smith as well, that if any of us ever wanna see Applebloom smile again, it's gonna be up to you tah make it happen."

"Eeyup," nodded Granny, as their eyes fell on Applejack's worried face.

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The family adjourned from the dining room shortly afterward. Applejack didn't say much for the rest of the night. Her head was a whirlwind of thoughts and images.

Later on that night, she found herself tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep. However, after a few hours with no results, she shuffled downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

As she sipped at her glass, her eyes glanced out the screendoor, to the barn where her sister was surely sleeping by now.

Turning her eyes towards the kitchen table, she was reminded of her talk with Coral the other day.

A milkmare, she heard his voice saying in her head. That's what your sister is, Applejack. She's a milkmare.

What kinda nonsense is that!? she had yelled back at him. There's no such thing.

Yes there is, he had retorted. My own Mom is a milkmare.

Those last words hung in her head for a few minutes, as she stood in the quiet of the house. Emptying her water glass, Applejack made a decision, right then and there.

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The next morning, Granny Smith and Big Mac awoke at dawn, but were surprised to not encounter Applejack, preparing for the day.

Coming downstairs, it was Big Mac who first noticed the hand-written letter on the kitchen table. Once Granny had joined him at the table, they began to read it:

Dear Apples,

I know it would make more sense to tell you this in person, but I want to get going before the sun rises.

I've been thinking long and hard after last night, and now see that I was not being fair or thinking properly in the last week. I hurt a number of those close to me, but I am hoping I can make things right.

I am leaving this morning on an early train out of Ponyville, and expect to be gone only a couple of days. I am hoping to be back in time for the zap apple harvest.

Big Mac, if the Flim-Flams come by again seeking payment, you have my permission to run them off the farm. I have decided we will not be needing their services any longer.

If Applebloom complains of tightness in her bosom, please seek out Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. If they need assistance, I know you two can help.

I would like to tell you where I am headed, but I hope that keeping this secret may result in a greater surprise, if I am hoping to find there what I think is there.

Please tell Applebloom that I am sorry I didn't consider her feelings, and see what was right in front of me. Hopefully when I get back, things will be better.

Love,

Applejack

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Applejack had been one of the first to board the train at Ponyville Station in the early morning hours. Even the conductor was bleary-eyed, as he took her ticket, and she boarded with a large backpack.

Her train car was relatively empty, and she curled up on a seat, as outside the windows, the darkened silhouettes of the countryside passed on by. She had often seen the view in daylight, but at this hour, the world outside of the train cars looked like a whole new place.

She wasn't sure when she nodded off, but the sun was shining through the compartment's windows, when the conductor shook her shoulder, and said they were coming up on her destination.

When she stepped off the train, she found herself in a heavily forested area. There were clusters of trees all around, and the wooden-slatted train depot, looked like it had been there for awhile.

On a nearby wall of the station, was a sign, reading Welcome to Galloping Gulch. Next to the sign, she saw an open ticket counter, and a red-haired pony reviewing some papers.

"Howdy," waved Applejack.

"Oh, hello," she chimed back.

"Ah'm visiting from Ponyville, and ah was lookin' fer a stallion. Goes by the name of Coral Leaf?"

"Oh, you must be looking for Chestnut Solace's son."

"Ah guess. D'you know where he may be?"

"It's a bit of a hike, but just go through those bushes, follow the path a few miles, then take a left at the fork in the road. You'll know you're getting close when you see the barn on the horizon."

"Alright, thank you," replied Applejack, tipping her hat to the girl. Slinging her pack over her shoulders, she began the trip.

Fortunately, it was a very nice day, and the path she headed up was surrounded by tall trees, their canopies spraying dappled light down onto her surroundings.

A number of animals were seen milling about, though they darted quickly off the path as she approached.

Bet Fluttershy would be makin' friends with all of them, thought AJ.

Eventually, she came to the fork in the road, and turned left, and that was when she saw it, in the distance.

It was a barn, though slate grey rather than the bright red of her family's barn.

"On the right track," said AJ to herself, as she headed towards it.

However. As she covered more ground, she was surprised to see that the barn seemed to be, 'growing' in size.

Her path led her down a small, tree-covered hill. She carefully kept her footing on the steep incline, and as the path cleared before her through the trees, she was greeted with a surprise!

The trees opened up onto a farmhouse, painted white with a black roof. There were furrows of soil with numerous vegetables in them nearby, but towering over everything, was the barn!

By Applejack's estimation, the farmhouse would have fit inside the thing at least four times over!

While her curiosities were on the barn, she knew that the polite thing to do, was to go to the farmhouse door, and introduce herself.

The wooden steps creaked under her weight, as she came to the front porch and knocked on the screen door.

"Hello?" she called out.

No answer.

"Hello? Coral Leaf? It's Applejack! It's okay, ah just wanna talk."

Silence followed.

Going to a nearby window, Applejack peeked in. Through the lace curtains, she could see a couch, and some wooden tables with glass-blown lamps in the living room area, along with a fancy-carved staircase.

I guess they're out, she thought. Well, I can wait for them to come back.

Finding a swing on the porch, AJ lay across it, and fixed her eyes on the barn's doors, which seemed much larger than average ones. The trip and her early-morning leave soon got the better of her however, and she soon drifted off to sleep.

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"Miss?...Miss?"

Applejack's eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Are you okay, Miss? Is there something I can help you with?"

Applejack's eyes were soon focused on an older stallion, kneeling before her.

His body was a light maroon color, which only made the blue of his eyes stand out more from his face. On his head, was a shock of white hair. He was wearing a plaid shirt and overalls, with a few liquid splotches here and there.

"Oh, hi," said AJ, her mouth suddenly opening wide in a big yawn. "Sorry, ah guess ah was more tired than ah thought. Ah came here looking for a stallion named Coral Leaf."

"Well, he used to be here, but he left fer Ponyville some time ago," said the stallion. "Gotta admit, it's not always easy when the young'ins leave the nest. Even if he is your son."

"Son? You mean, Coral Leaf's yer son?"

"Chestnut Solace," said the stallion, extending out his hand. "And whose acquaintance am I making?"

"Applejack," said the orange pony, who suddenly found her hand being pumped vigorously.

"Miss Applejack? Well, this is certainly a pleasure! Coral mentioned you and yer family in his letters to us!"

"H-he did?" asked Applejack, her stomach feeling a little queasy.

"He sure did! Told us how much he was learning from one of the most famous farm families in Equestria! Ah will admit that farming apples isn't quite the same as what he was taught on our farm, but it's nice to see him using his skills to help others."

"Y-yeah, he shore is a helpful one," said AJ, a feeling of guilt permeating her stomach.

"Oh, but you've been out here for who-knows-how-long," replied Chestnut, helping AJ to her feet. "Come on inside."

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A windchime tinkled on a nearby open window, as Chestnut and Applejack came inside the house.

"Please, make yourself at home," said Chestnut, heading into the kitchen. "Anything I can get you? I will admit I don't usually have visitors, so there's not a whole lot of choices."

"Ah'll have whut you're havin," said Applejack, setting her pack down on a couch, and looking around the living room.

On a small endtable, she saw a framed picture of a small foal. Picking it up, she realized the picture was of a younger Coral Leaf.

He was wearing a white shirt, and brown shorts. Though she tried not to think of it, Applejack was quick to notice, that he hadn't 'developed' between his thighs yet.

"I see you've found your farm's little helper," chimed in Chestnut, bringing over two glasses of milk.

"Oh, yeah," said Applejack, putting down the picture, and taking her glass from him.

"Well," said Chestnut, clinking his glass against hers. "Here's mud in yer eye!"

"Um, yeah," AJ smiled sheepishly, slowly taking a drink, before apprehensively stopping. "Um, is this-"

"Fresh? Why it surely is, Miss Applejack. I picked it up from the local dairy just yesterday."

"Oh, okay," she said, and drank some more, before Chestnut motioned for her to sit down.

"So, Miss Applejack. What brings you all the way up to Galloping Gulch?"

"Well, I, came lookin' fer your son," she replied.

"Well, that's very kind of you to call on us, but in his last letter a week ago, he said he was preparing for the...zapper-apple harvest, was it?"

"The zap-apple harvest," corrected Applejack. "It's a family tradition, started by my Granny."

"She sure sounds like a spry ol' gal," chuckled Chestnut. "Coral mentioned her in his letters too, along with your sister, Applebloom. Understand she's a little, 'big' for her age?"

"Uh, ah guess you could say that," blushed Applejack. "Well ah, guess she had herself a growth spurt sometime ago, n, well, guess she lived up to her name!"

"Yeah, kids tend to surprise you," replied Chestnut, taking another sip. "I assume your family was rather surprised by our Coral?"

"Uh, in what way?"

"Come now Miss Applejack. Surely when he came to your farm, you noticed somethin' different about him?"

"Y'mean, his-"

"Stallionhood," finished Chestnut. "Don't worry. I assume it's still a bit of a shock to you and your Ponyville friends. Not every young stallion has what Coral was blessed with."

"Well, to tell the truth, when ah saw you, ah expected-"

"-me to be just as big as him?" chuckled Chestnut. "Guess when it comes to 'bigness,' Coral takes after his Mom."

"R-really?"

"Yup," said Chestnut, picking up a nearby picture, and handing it to Applejack. "There's us three, pretty as a picture."

The picture showed Coral and Chestnut, standing in front of a large yellow wall. Behind the wall was a yellow pony, waving at the camera. AJ noted how both Coral and the pony seemed to share the same green and aquamarine hair coloration, and in a few moments later, realized that what the two stallions were standing in front of, wasn't actually a wall!

"Pretty, isn't she?" replied Chestnut. "Yeah, ah was head-over-hooves the first time I met her here. This farm belonged to her folks. They passed away shortly after we were married."

"Oh, ah'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. I will admit that at first, Gentle wanted nothing to really do with me, and her family were a lil' suspicious of me as well."

"I'm sorry, Who?"

"My wife, Gentle Bounty. Course, when ah first laid eyes on her, she was a bit, smaller than she was in that picture. Not height-wise, but-"

"No no, ah, think I understand where you're comin' from."

"Ah, okay. I take it you guessed what that yellow I'm standin' in front of is. Yeah, she's a little 'different' than yer average pony, but ah still love her, no matter what."

"Ah'm shore you do. Um, as I was asking a little while ago, you said Coral isn't here?"

"Nope. We figured he'd be with your family preparing for that next harvest of yers. Why? Did something happen?"

AJ felt as if she had shrunk to the size of a mouse on the couch, as Chestnut asked the question.

"N-not exactly," she said, feeling her face heating up. "Zap Apple season's a few weeks away, and, he took off on a, little trip the other day. Ah, guess I just figured he, came back here fer a spell to visit, b'fore comin' back to help us."

"I see," said Chestnut. "Well, we haven't seen him since he left for Ponyville, like I said. Still, the fact that you came all this way to see him, does seem a little, strange..."

"Heh, uh, it does, does it?" smiled AJ, nervously. "Well ah, ah heard him mention bout Galloping Gulch and, ah guess I just got a bit curious. Me and mah friends usually take this way on up to visit friends in the Crystal Empire, and, ah guess I thought I'd take a little time off and see what all the fuss was about. Stop by an' say howdy, y'know?"

Chestnut grew a little quiet, before smiling at her.

"Well, who am I to look a gifthorse in the mouth? It is rare we ever get guests out here, and one whom our son has good relations with."

"Heh, yeah," half-grinned Applejack. "Say, ah don't mean to impose, but, ah was wondering if I could possibly stay here fer a few days. Just a few days, mind ya. I promised my family I'd be back soon, to get ready fer the zap apples."

"I don't see any reason why not," smiled Chestnut. "You provided our son with lodgings, seems only right we should return the favor. And who knows? Maybe Coral will drop on by, and you two can head on back down to Ponyville together."

"Uh-heh, yeah," smiled Applejack nervously, giving Chestnut's hand another shake. "Thanks fer your hospitality. This means a lot to me."

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As the sun began to set, Chestnut decided to prepare supper.

"Anything in particular?" he asked her.

"Whatever you want," replied Applejack. "Ah'm just the guest."

"Well, I almost expected you to be a bit more, particular."

"Uh, what makes you say that?"

"Well, I am in the presence of the Bearer of the Element of Honesty," chuckled Chestnut. "Coral told us how Applebloom mentioned what you had done for yer town and Equestria. Even how you know Princess Twilight Sparkle."

"Yeah, Twilight's a real o-kay gal," grinned Applejack. "But to tell the truth, Chestnut, we may do some big stuff, but, at the end of the day, we wash our hands one-at-a-time, same as you."

"Well, that's a relief," chuckled Chestnut. "Was afraid I'd need to run off to the General Store 20 minutes away and get some of 'the fancy stuff.'"

Before long, Chestnut had gotten to work on dinner. AJ offered her assistance, but he assured her he was fine with preparing things.

As he did so, Applejack wandered around the living room some more, taking in a number of pictures on the wall.

One showed a black-and-white image of a younger Chestnut, smiling next to a much-younger Gentle. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, though AJ was having a hard time keeping her eyes off the girl's chest. A bit of gingham material stretched immensely over her bosom, that strained at what appeared to be custom overalls, the metal clips looking like they were about to burst off.

Gosh, thought AJ. She's almost as big as Applebloom used to be!

Another picture showed Gentle waving from the porchswing, her bosom so big it overflowed the thing! Another showed a little foal that she assumed was Coral, sleeping on top of one of her enormous breasts, as she made a playful 'shushing' signal.

One picture that caught her eye, had Coral looking just as he did in the first picture she had seen upon entering the house.

He was wearing overalls, and standing near a wooden barrel, drenched in liquid. Applejack smiled a bit at the look of shock on his face, as if he had just been surprised by whatever had drenched his clothing.

"Ok, I think we're all set," came Chestnut's voice from the kitchen.

Applejack headed to the table, as Chestnut picked up another plate, and a glass of water.

"Just take a seat. I'll be right back," he said.

Applejack watched him leave through the front door, and make his way to the barn. 10 minutes later, he was back at the table.

"Had to attend to the missus," he said.

"Oh, she's out in the barn?" asked Applejack.

"Yes. She's been out there for...quite awhile. The barn, well, it's the fourth one we've built, if you can believe it."

"R-really?" asked AJ, her fork almost missing her mouth.

"Yep. When I first came to this farm, the barn was almost the size of the farmhouse here."

"And Gentle Bounty?"

"What about Gentle?"

"Well by the looks of some of those pictures, she seems to have...grown over the years."

"Oh yes, she has. I'm sure you may have realized why she's out there. Believe me, when we first met, I never expected her to, become as big as she has."

"So, was her Mom big too?" asked AJ, curiously.

"Nope. Truth be told, Gentle said that once she started sprouting as a young filly, she quickly became the biggest-breasted girl in her family."

"Ah see," said AJ, rubbing her chin. "Say, d'ya think maybe ah could talk to her. I'm already learning a bit more about Coral from you, I'm sure your wife would have plenty of stories to tell as well."

"I'm sure she does," replied Chestnut. "I will admit, she did cry a bit after he left. Guess it comes from having your only-child be so close to you. Maybe tomorrow after breakfast, we'll see how she's doing. I feel it's just a little too late for her to receive visitors."

"Okay," replied AJ.

Following dinner, Chestnut admitted there wasn't much to do around the house.

The two passed the time, going over some of the other photos on the walls, as well as chatting a bit about their farm lives.

Applejack soon found herself talking about the family's record harvest, as well as her hiring Coral on at the insistence of Applebloom.

Before long, the clock chimed nine, and Chestnut decided it was a good time to turn in for the evening.

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"I'll let you stay in the guest room," said Chestnut, leading her up the stairs. Don't worry, it's rather quiet round these parts. Sometimes we get a stray timberwolf on the property, but they usually skulk off an' don't give us any trouble."

As they headed down the hallway, AJ noticed a door with the initials "CL" on it.

"Take it that's Coral's room?" asked Applejack.

"Sure is, "said Chestnut. "Want to take a peek?"

"M-maybe ah shouldn't."

"Don't worry. Nothin' bad to see in there. Coral was very good about keeping things neat and tidy."

Opening the door, Chestnut crossed over to the bedside table, and turned on the lamp.

The room was indeed well-kept. On the walls were maps of Equestria, a few Wonderbolt posters, and even a map of Manehattan.

Along one wall, were several bookshelves, filled with a number of books.

"He sure has a lot of books," noted AJ.

"Yes, we can blame my wife's sister for that," said Chestnut. "She moved to Manehattan, and sent him a number of them. We don't have a library round these parts, so Coral's Aunt did the next best thing."

"Well, he certainly sounds like a learned stallion to me," noted AJ. "Think some of his words are rubbin' off on Applebloom and her friends."

"That's always good to hear. Gentle and I always hoped that when he left, Coral would act as well as we raised him."

Applejack smiled at this, as they left the room.

They eventually made their way to the guest room. It was rather bare, except for a dresser, mirror, a bed, and a table and lamp. It almost reminded AJ of the Apple's own guest bedroom.

"I'm sure you're used to getting up early," said Chestnut. "Here, we're pretty laid back, but if you want to get up and go for a little walk around the property, don't go far. Also, don't go into the barn until I'm up. I like to be the first thing Gentle sees and greets in the morning. Hope we can give you a chance to take a break and relax before your harvest coming up."

"Thank you," said AJ, as she began opening up her backpack.

"Well, bathroom's down the hall on your left. I'll give you the orange towels. Used to be they were Coral's but I think they'll suit you just fine too."

After Chestnut left, Applejack tried to get settled, but found herself just staring at the ceiling.

She wasn't really sure just what she had expected to find in Galloping Gulch, but deep down, her stomach was still feeling uneasy from her talk with Chestnut.

As well, she was surprised that Chestnut hadn't made any mention of Applebloom's recent growth spurt, or the 'strikes' that she had implemented on Coral.

Maybe he's put that in his latest letter, she thought. Deep down, she was imagining it: She could see Chestnut receiving the mail, with a letter from his son on top. She could see him opening it and reading it. The more he read, she saw his face going from a smile, to a look of confusion, before turning into a scowl.

Well, gulped Applejack. If it comes to that moment, I'll have to face it head-on. Ah'm sure Granny and Big Mac would say it'd be more than ah deserve.

Eventually, she managed to quiet her mind, and soon drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Applejack awoke after the sun had risen.

It was rather strange for her to sleep in as she had, but she guessed it was her own body, trying to tell her to 'just relax.' After cleaning up in the bathroom, she headed downstairs, where she found Chestnut already preparing breakfast.

"Good morning, Applejack," he said, flipping a flapjack. "Sleep well?"

"Yup," she nodded. "That sure smells good."

"It's actually a recipe Gentle's mother learned. Sadly, my wife was a bit too big to reach the stove, so I ended up becoming our resident cook."

"Oh, I didn't realize," said Applejack, taking a seat at the table.

"Actually, I had a thought after waking up," said Chestnut, putting together three platefuls of flapjacks and eggs, "You mentioned last night how you'd like to talk to my wife? Well I thought: maybe we should all have breakfast together this morning?"

"Sure. Sounds right neighborly," smiled Applejack, getting up from her seat.

"Ok, let me just get a few things here, and we'll be on our way."

Chestnut placed 3 bottles of juice in a carrier, and picked up one breakfast plate. AJ took the two others, and the two headed out the door, and over to the barn.

AJ tried not to stare at the towering edifice (that made her feel incredibly small), as they approached the double-doors.

"Knock knock," said Chestnut playfully, his words echoing off the interior of the barn, as he opened one of the doors. Deep inside, there seemed to be only darkness. "You awake, honey?"

"Sure am, Chesney," came a sweet-sounding voice, a ways up ahead of (and above!) them. "Ah think you're gonna need to service me again t'day."

"We'll see to that a little later after breakfast," said Chestnut. "Hey, I got a guest that knows Coral, whose gonna join us for breakfast. It's Applejack, from Ponyville."

"Miss Applejack?" came the voice out of the darkness again. "Oh my, um, maybe we should just say our formalities as we are. I don't think she would want to see me."

"It's alright, Gentle," came Applejack's voice. "Coral kinda, prepared me, for what to expect. B'sides, talkin' to yer husband yesterday, ah was also curious regardin' the mare who helped raise such a, polite and thoughtful young stallion."

Applejack gave a small smile, feeling guilty for saying words she wouldn't have said a few days ago.

"Oh, why thank you, Miss Applebjack," came the voice out of the darkness. "I'm sure Chestnut's mentioned how Coral has told us about your family in his letters. He was always so considerate, and by the way he talks about you and how you take care of your lovely family, you sound even moreso than him."

"R-really?" asked Applejack, feeling as if invisible daggers were stabbing her in the heart.

"Oh, this talkin' in the dark is gettin' us nowhere. Chesney, give our guest some light."

Near the wall, Chestnut flipped a switch, and overhead, several large lights slowly powered up, bathing the barn in a milky white glow.

The barn was indeed enormous, and filling the majority of it's space in the center, was Gentle Bounty...whose form Applejack struggled to keep from gasping at!

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Author's Note

I will admit that writing this chapter was a bit more fun. In talking to Coral Leaf, he had no ideas for parents for his character, so I found it a fun creative challenge to try and come up with the family who raised him.

Chesnut Solace's name I wanted to reflect that of a farmer among nature in northern Equestria. Chestnut was a small ode to Coral's name, being a reddish-orange color and natural-sounding.

Gentle Bounty's name I somewhat thought as being a bit like Applebloom's. They're rather innocent names, but a horny mind can easily alter them to be naughty.

Being a fan of the color-wheel, I wanted Coral's parents to have the kind of coloration that would mix together to give him his orange color, though I figured his eye and hair color would come from his Mom.

Galloping Gulch has never really been developed in the series, so I felt it was a bit like a back-woods kind of place. Coral would have grown up in a very natural setting, which I think could also make Gentle and Chestnut feel more at ease. I imagine that Gentle's older sister (whom we've heard talk of in previous chapters), was the one who grew bored, and sought adventure in the big city, where she now currently resides.

The dream sequence in the opening was concocted as a small 'apology' to Coral, who when I told him about the scene of his OC leaving in the last chapter, was very sad to see his character parted from Applebloom.

I thought AB might be so upset, that she would fashion the dream as a way to give her some comfort. Plus, I did make a little nod to some recent AB/CL fanart commissions in the last few months. :P

Deep down, I added a bit of my own Grandma into Granny Smith. My Grandma would have no qualms abut giving someone a good 'whack' over the head if they did something dumb. It happened one time, where her husband got them lost for 5 hours, and he wouldn't ask for directions. When they finally got to the place where my Aunt and Uncle were, my Grandma gave my Grandpa a whack across the head.

I was also a bit giddy about giving Big Mac his speaking role here. As we saw in the early episodes of FiM, usually Big Mac won't talk unless he has something important to say. Plus, I liked the notion that while Coral was helping Big Mac out in the barn, they were having a conversation that we never heard. :P

This chapter ended a bit shorter than the last ones. I did consider trying to expand out some other storypoints, but it could have easily ended up as an extra thousand words of 'filler.'

Hope some of you will still be around next time, when we find out a bit more about Gentle Bounty.

Chapter 12

The overhead lights slowly turned on, and Applejack's eyes adjusted to the brightened interior of the huge barn. It was hard to believe, but she could swear it seemed bigger on the inside!

The ceiling looked to be over 3 stories tall, and six rings of light illuminated the interior.

The barn was completely made of wood, and Applejack could only wonder how many horses had taken part in it's raising. The support beams were easily three times as big as those in the Apple's barn, and had a girth as big around as AJ's own body!

Her eyes were quickly drawn to the center of the barn, where she was greeted by a jaw-dropping sight!

Filling the majority of the barn's central area, were a gigantic pair of butter-yellow breasts! AJ had nothing to measure them against, but Applejack could swear they were twice the size of Applebloom's!

Protruding from the front, were two large, darkened areolas. They looked as big as the circular rug in the Apple's living room, and at the center of each, was a nub as big as Applejack's head!

What seemed just as odd, was that the mammoth mammaries were on a raised platform, causing them to droop slightly downward. And above them, dwarfed by their size, was a tiny, waving arm.

"Hello, Miss Applejack," came Gentle's voice. "Don't be scared, everything's alright!"

"Oh, uh, um, alright," smiled AJ sheepishly, as the breakfast plates in her hands seemed to wobble slightly.

"Bring her on up, Chesney. Ah'm so hungry, I can smell yer cooking all the way up here!"

"On our way up, Genny," nodded Chestnut. "Follow me, Applejack."

AJ obeyed, trying to keep an eye on him, but the closer she got to Gentle's bosom, the more her eyes were drawn to their immensity! If they had been sitting on the ground, they still would have been taller than Big Mac!

As they passed behind Gentle's bosom, AJ was treated to another strange sight.

A series of wooden stairs led up to a raised platform where Gentle was sitting. Ascending the stairs, brought AJ to a platform, hidden perfect behind the expanse of tit-flesh. But, it wasn't just a bare platform.

As AJ looked around, she saw that Gentle was sitting cross-legged on several large cushions, which were situated atop a large carpet. To Gentle's right side, was a wooden table and some chairs. On her other side, was a small lamp, and a bookshelf with several tomes, along with a small clock.

Chestnut had already set his items down on the table, and hugged his wife. AJ followed suit, and deposited her breakfast plates on the table as well.

As Gentle turned to look at her, AJ's eyes were drawn to Gentle's which shimmered green in the overhead lights. She was also quick to note, that Gentle's hair was a mixture of dark and light-green colors, just like Coral Leaf's. She also noted that the massive mare was topless, and the only clothing she wore, appeared to be a light-green skirt.

"Gentle Bounty, meet Applejack," smiled Chestnut.

"Well, uh, how'dya do?" said AJ, extending out her hand.

"My my my, it is so nice to meet you in person," smiled Gentle, shaking the extended hand. "Coral's letters to us have had nothing but praise for you and your family. He writes about you all so well, why, why it feels like we've known you for years!"

"Well, that's very nice of him to do so," smiled AJ, as that feeling of 'queasy guilt' returned to her stomach.

"As you might have guessed, I don't get many visitors, for, obvious reasons. But, it's not everyday we have us an Equestrian hero come up our way and visit us."

"Oh heh, ah'm really no hero, Mrs Bounty."

"And that reply, is why you're the Element of Honesty," said Chestnut, arranging the table and chairs closer to his wife's torso, and setting up their breakfast.

In a matter of minutes, AJ was sitting down with the two. As she dug into the delicious breakfast, Chestnut noticed AJ's eyes taking in the enormity of the barn.

"Bein' from a farm, I bet you've never seen a barn of this size before," he smiled.

"Nope," she replied. "Ours down on Sweet Apple Acres is pretty average."

"Well, I don't know how big it was originally, but I'd wager the first barn that stood on this site, was probably about as big as your family's. Course, now our barn's so big, you can use it as a landmark to find your way to our place."

"Yep. A filly at the train station told me just that," said AJ.

"Course, you prob'ly didn't expect to find somepony like me in here," smiled Gentle.

"Well ah, uh, will say I was surprised," replied AJ, trying to be polite.

"Oh. Are you alright, Miss Applejack?"

"You kin just call me Applejack, Gentle. Um, what makes you ask?"

"It's just you seem a bit...distracted."

"Distracted? Nonono, ah'm not distracted, it's just-"

"These?" asked Gentle, her hands patting her swollen spheres, their massive yellow expanse dwarfing her hands, and wobbling slightly from the pressure.

"Oh dear," said Chestnut. "I'm sorry Applejack, I had assumed Coral had, maybe told you a little bit about us. If this is uncomfortable, we can-"

"Nono, please," said Applejack. "Look, ah'm sorry if I seem a bit distracted. I do admit it all seems kinda new, and, I'm trying to be a bit more...open-minded, is all."

"Well, it's always good to have an open mind, dear," said Gentle. "So, what brought you to our farm?"

"I was kinda hoping to see if Coral was here. He, left the other day on a train, but didn't say where he was going."

"I was telling Applejack, maybe he just wanted to go off on a little adventure after her family's Cider Festival," remarked Chestnut.

"Oh yes, that did sound like fun," replied Gentle, now steering the conversation. "Tell me, Applejack, how did it go? Coral seemed so excited to be a part of your family's tradition."

"Well, it was one of our biggest festivals ever. Usually it's only a few days long, but we had so much to harvest, that Coral suggested we make it a week-long festival. Ah will admit, extendin' a Cider Festival by a few more days is a lot of work, but then, so was harvestin' that crop."

"Ah assume Coral was a hard worker?"

"Oh, yeah. He seemed to take our job as a hired hand rather seriously. Though seemed mah sister's friends were always trying to get him off and about."

"Ooohhh, your sister Applebloom?" said Gentle. "Coral seemed to talk about her quite a bit."

"He did?"

"Yes. Said she was very pretty, and she had some nice friends too! Um, what were their names?"

"Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. They've known Applebloom since they were little fillies."

"Oh, yes, now their names are coming back to me. And, Sweetie's the one with the famous Aunt who sews?"

"You must mean Rarity. She does a bit more than sew, actually. She's actually a famous fashionista-"

"Um, I'm sorry, fashie-whatzza?"

"It means she makes all kinds of clothing. She's also got a number of shops throughout Equestria, but her first was back in Ponyville."

"So I heard. Coral said Rarity had made him some things for his, ahem, size. To tell the truth, ah was so pleased to hear what your friend was able to do for our son. After he reached a certain age we, couldn't really afford to keep up with his, growth spurts."

"Really?" asked Applejack.

"Yes. As you can see, we have a rather small farm, and there aren't a lot of bits to go around, and, well, Coral's been wearing the same overalls for awhile now."

"Oh, ah didn't know," said AJ, swallowing another fork-full of eggs. "He never told me."

"Must be our family way," said Chestnut, wiping his mouth. "We all will admit our family is a bit different from others in Equestria, but, what we want most is to just be neighborly, and never lose sight of who we really are."

"That's, a very good way of thinkin' of things," replied Applejack.

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After awhile, everyone had finished eating.

Chestnut and AJ cleared the table, with Chestnut giving his wife a kiss, before the two left the barn, and returned the items to the farmhouse kitchen, where AJ volunteered to clean them.

"Gentle seems very nice," she said, as Chestnut dried the dishes.

"She certainly lives up to her name," he replied. "I can still remember the first time I met her."

"Care to tell me about it?"

Once the dishes and utensils were put away, the two adjourned to the living room, where Chestnut began to reminisce.

"Well, I was about Coral's age, when I first came to the farm here," he began. "Our family had just moved to Galloping Gulch from a little area east of Vanhoover. Course, my father wasn't the best craftsman, and he didn't have all the tools he needed to start building our home. So, he sent me off to see if anyone nearby had some to spare.
"Well, I didn't know my way around any of these parts, and ended up getting lost. Though to this day, ah can't help thinking it was fate, that I stumbled onto Gentle's farm here."

"Was she out in the barn when you first met her?" asked AJ.

"No, she was in here. Her parents and her older sister had gone out for a walk to see a family a ways away, and cautioned her not to open the door to strangers. I didn't know this, and just knocked on the door. I can still see her coming down those stairs to answer the door. Her yellow skin was the first thing I noticed, and then, there was her chest. Not to sound strange or nothin' but, ah had never seen a filly as big as her before. She was wearing a rather tight-fitting dress, and as she came to the door, I remember her bosom pressing against it.
"I explained that I had gotten lost, and was wondering if she could help me find my way back to my parent's place. She explained that she was house-sitting for her folks, and couldn't leave. It was then that I asked if I could come in, but she refused...at first."

"At first?"

"At first. It was a pretty hot day that day, and to tell the truth, I didn't want to go wandering off again, possibly getting heat stroke, or lost in these woods again.
"I told her I'd just wait on the porch-swing until they got back. Course, after an hour out here, even the shade of the porch wasn't helping. I think when she saw me fanning myself with my hands, that's when she took pity on me. She opened the door and said I could come in for a bit, but then I'd have to go back out on the porch. I agreed, and she let me inside. Course, I was thirsty, and asked her for something to drink. She claimed she had some milk in the fridge, and-"

"Wait," interrupted Applejack. "Was it...hers?"

"It was," continued Chestnut. "Course, she didn't tell me that at the time, and I had no idea where it had come from. I simply assumed it was delivered from some local dairy. Well, she brought me a glass. I thanked her, took a sip, and then spit it out."

"Wh-why did you do that?"

"Because it tasted sour. I remember asking where she got it from, and that they should probably fire the cow...and that was when she looked at me with an expression that was a cross between sadness and anger, before blurting out that she had made it.
"She said she had been giving milk for awhile, and wanting to be hospitable, felt that her fresh milk would be more tasty. Course, I had never heard of a 'milkmare' before, and I thought maybe this was some local joke or something, but she seemed determined to prove it was her milk."

"And, how did she do that?" asked Applejack, leaning closer.

"She pulled her dress down over her breasts."

"Ah-WHUH!?"

"I know. My own parents had raised me to be a good stallion, and even I was a small bit taken aback! I remember her going into the kitchen, her breasts hanging over the top of her dress, and coming back with a new glass. As I watched, she took hold of her right nipple, and started milking herself into that glass!
"After it was pretty full, she told me to take another drink. Well, I mean after having tasted the sour milk in the first glass, I didn't want to, but she had an expression on her face that made me give in."

"And how was the second glass?"

"It tasted a little better. There was a bit of sourness, but it was almost like her determination to prove herself to me, affected the taste."

"You mean, she can actually control how her milk tastes?" asked Applejack.

"It's something we've never been able to fully understand," replied Chestnut. "As far as we know, Gentle is one-of-a-kind. I remember after a few years together, we asked a local Doctor if he had heard of any cases like hers. He hadn't, and talking to a few other doctors he knew, nopony could name another instance of it."

"Well, maybe there are, but, someponies don't want others to know about them," said AJ, feeling as if she had just described herself.

"That's what we think, too. Course, it took Gentle a bit of time to come around to me. I remember coming back to her farm a few weeks later. Her parents were home, and I asked her if she would like to take a walk.
"Her father was rather strict. I was still new in the area, and he was rather guarded of his daughter and her 'condition.' Even Gentle wasn't fully sure of a walk, so, I suggested if we could walk around the farm here. Just make a loop around it, passing by the kitchen window so her folks would know we were close by."

As his eyes drifted to a nearby clock, Chestnut suddenly pounded the armrest of his chair.

"Aw, will you look at that, I've been gabbin' up a storm and missed fixing Gentle's snack."

"Snack?" asked AJ. "But, we just had breakfast a little while ago."

"Well, it's part of her condition," said Chestnut, going to the kitchen. "As she got older, her breasts began to produce more milk. And, the more her body produced, the more food she needed."

"H-how often does she eat?" asked AJ, following behind him.

"About 8 times a day."

"E-eight times!?"

"I know, it sounds a little hard to believe," replied Chestnut, preparing a rather large sandwich. "Though when she was carrying Coral, she was always hungry. Thankfully, her parents squirreled enough bits away in savings, to help us out if we needed it."

"Well she, certainly looks pretty fit for her, um, age and all."

"It's like I tell her," said Chestnut with a chuckle. "'Genny, all that food's goin' straight to your chest!'"

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AJ soon accompanied Chestnut back to the barn, where they found Gentle reading a book, before looking up and greeting her guests.

"Oh Applejack, you didn't need to come back out here so soon," said Gentle, taking the sandwich from her husband. "You should try to relax after your Cider Festival. And besides, you have that other thing comin' up too."

"You mean, the zap apple harvest."

"Yes, exactly."

"Well, ah got some time on that, though I do appreciate you n' yer husband allowing me to stay with you two."

"Well, it seems a perfect way to return the favor. You let our son stay with your family, and ah'm sure if any of your other family member showed up to our farm, we'd accommodate them too!"

"Well, thanks," replied Applejack.

"Oh, Chesney honey, ah think you may need to give me a little, release today," blushed Gentle.

"Is it, yer chest?" asked Applejack.

"Yes, dear. Chesney milked me a few days ago, but after awhile, I tend to get a little full again. It varies, but fortunately he's right there to help. Coral also helped him in the last few years."

"I, see."

"But, this must seem rather strange to you, Applejack. Why don't you go back in the house and relax? Chesney's got this under control."

"Well, actually," said Applejack, her hand sheepishly rubbing the back of her head. "Given all this talk about milkin' and all, I'm kinda...intrigued. Maybe you could, show me, Chestnut?"

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After making their way down the stairs, Chestnut led Applejack to the rear of the barn, where two dozen wooden barrels were sitting. Chestnut rolled two over to his wife's left breast, and AJ rolled two more over to her right. They also brought along four barrel lids, some nails, and a hammer.

"Does it take long?" asked Applejack.

"It depends," said Chestnut, setting a barrel up under Gentle's left nipple. "Milking a mare sounds easy, but ah think whoever is makin' Milkmares 'up there,' probably sees this as a work-in-progress."

"Uh, come again?"

"Milking Gentle isn't always as simple as it looks. There are some days where she'll let out a steady stream, other days where it's just a trickle that can take several hours. There have even been a few times where her chest was so tight, I thought she might explode."

"Wh-what'd you do then?" asked AJ, trying to put the image of Applebloom's chest exploding out of her head.

"Those days can sometimes be the hardest. I stay by her side as often as I can, mainly running to the house for something to eat and drink for us. Of course, when she's finally 'ready,' it gets a bit...messy."

"Really?"

"Yeah. In a way, it's almost comical. The first time it happened, Gentle told me it felt like she might be ready. I went down to her left breast, and there was this tiny little drop at her nipple's tip. Well, I stuck my finger into it, and was bowled over by a geyser of milk a few moments later."

"Um, Chesney?" came Gentle's voice from up above, "not that I don't want Applejack to hear the rest of the story, but I have needs ah need you to focus on right now?"

"Of course, Genny," called up Chestnut, before lowering his voice to AJ. "It can be kinda fun, being hit with a stream of milk."

"I'll, take your word for it," smiled AJ, sheepishly. As she followed him over to the right nipple.

"I came up with this setup a year or so after Gentle was moved into the barn," he said. "It was very difficult to get milk out horizontally. And then one day, looking at our hose's spigot, I hit on the idea of elevating her.
"Her breasts and nipples are angled down in such a way, that gravity ends up helping in getting some more milk out of her."

Applejack nodded, watching Chestnut position the barrel beneath the huge nub. Then, she was rather surprised as he placed his left hand on the nub's curve, and then, placed his right hand over the front. His left hand moved back-and-forth, rubbing slowly. As his right hand rotated against the front of the thick nipple.

"Ooooooohhhhhh."

It sounded almost like a ghost, but Applejack soon realized it was Gentle, moaning high above them. Turning her attention back to the enormous nipple, the orange pony couldn't help feel herself getting goosebumps herself, as she saw hundreds of goosebumps popping up along the yellow expanse of pony-flesh in front of her!

"Mmmmm, come on Chestnut," Gentle moaned louder. "Don't tease me, please me!"

"You say 'please,' I'll start to squeeze," he called back."

"Ooohhh, pllleeaassseee!!!"

Applejack felt her cheeks flush red, wondering if she had made the right decision to stay, listening to the two talk like a couple of lovestruck teenagers, fondling each other in the back of a carriage.

As she watched, Chestnut's hands cupped the top and bottom of the head-sized nub. Then, he began to rub back-and-forth, making the nub twist clockwise and counter-clockwise, like a bottle cap. Then, he continued his rubbings, and moved his hands forwards, and backwards. The movements caused the nub to slowly stretch out, before Chestnut brought it back, a bit closer to the darkened areola.

He repeated this process for several minutes, before Applejack realized he was slowly increasing his speed. However, unlike the mechanical yankings that AJ had witnessed with the Flim-Flam's machine, Chestnut never stretched the nipple beyond a certain length. And, in the time that it had been going on, the sounds from Gentle up above, had consisted only of pleasured-filled moans, and peaceful sighs.

"Aaahhhh-MMMMMM," she moaned, as AJ watched Chestnut work the nipple like a pro. "I feel it, Chesney! You almost got it! Here it comes!!"

And before AJ's eyes, a steady stream of white escaped from the right nipple!

Once his wife had started giving milk, Chestnut stopped the rotation, and simply started an in-and-out motion on the nub, though just like before, he never pulled on it too hard.

"Bring the other barrel over," he said to Applejack. "Should be done with this one in a few minutes."

AJ complied, lining it up a few inches away from the now half-full barrel, as she watched Chestnut's hands on the dark rubbery nub (it was almost hypnotic!). There was nothing in his motions to belie that he had done this enough times, that it had become second nature to him.

Finally, with a good inch of barrel-space to fill up, Chestnut let go of his wife's nipple, which waggled for a few seconds, some droplets of milk still coming out. Chestnut then grabbed a cover, and as Applejack watched, he placed it on top of the barrel, and then secured 8 nails in place, with a quick three whacks for each. He worked so fast, that Gentle's nipple only had enough time to dribble nine drops on the barrel's wooden lid.

Once he had finished, Chestnut rolled the full barrel aside, and AJ quickly set up the next one for him.

"Thanks, Applejack," he smiled, before seconds later, his hands had grasped onto the nipple again, and begun to fill the next barrel, as Gentle could be heard giving another moan upon being fondled.

This time, AJ decided to help speed up the process, and was already set with the cover and nails, when Chestnut was ready to stop. She thought he might insist on doing it, but he simply gestured for her to 'go ahead.'

Applejack's skills were not quite as fast as his, but she did quick work, and got the barrel sealed in a little over double the time he had sealed the previous barrel.

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised you know your way around barrels," said Chestnut, removing a handkerchief from his pocket, and dabbing at his wife's dribbling nipple.

"Well, ah have had to barrel cider with mah fam'ly and friends," said AJ. "Course, it was fer a competition one time, against some fellas who wanted our farm."

"Hope ya trounced em good."

"Yeah, we did. But they keep poppin' back into our lives...sometimes not under the best of circumstances."

"Well, we can take our time in here," said Chestnut. Walking over to his wife's left breast. "I just wanted to, show off a little. I mean, it's not everyday I get to show off a skill like this, y'know?"

"Uh, yeah, heh-heh," chuckled AJ.

"Say, how would you like to handle the other one?"

"The other what?"

"The other nipple of course!"

"Oh," said AJ, a look of nervousness immediately spreading across her face. "Well, ah, uh, thanks fer the offer, but, ah, well, ah'd prob'ly make a mess of things and-"

"Make a mess of things?" chuckled Chestnut. "You can't do any worse than Coral with his first try. You know that picture on the living room table?"

"Uh-huh?"

"That was him seconds after he first tried to milk Gentle. He was just tugging and tugging and then *SPLUT*, a huge amount of milk just nailed him! Hey honey, remember when Coral first tried to milk you?"

"Oh yeah," came Gentle's voice. "I didn't see it happen, but that picture you took was so precious!"

"Yeah, he got quite a shock," chuckled Chestnut. "Then after a few seconds, he began to tear up. I think he was a little scared of what had just happened. I remember carrying him up to Gentle, and she gave him a big hug, and told him that 'Mommy's milk' wasn't anything to be scared of."

"Aw, that was sweet," smiled AJ.

"Yeah," said Chestnut. "So, wanna give it a try? I'll give you a few pointers."

"Well...alright," shrugged AJ. "When in Galloping Gulch..."

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After Chestnut made sure the barrel was in place, he waited for Applejack to begin.

It took a few tedious minutes, before she finally put her hands on the protruding nub.

She could feel her face making several strange expressions. It was one thing to look at another mare's nipples, but to feel one this large, was definitely an 'alien' experience to her.

"Now just caress it, like a pet," explained Chestnut. "Do you have a dog on Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Well, we used to," replied AJ. "Her name was Winona."

"Ok. If it seems a little strange, I want you to just close your eyes, and imagine you're rubbing Winona. Pretend you're rubbing her head with your left hand, and rubbing her belly with your right."

"Okay," said AJ, taking a deep breath. "Ah kin do this."

AJ closed her eyes, and in her mind, she was back in her farm house's living room. Sitting next to her on the couch, was Winona. She smiled, imagining her little dog's brown and white fur, even hearing her whine obligingly, as her hands rubbed the top of her head, and belly.

"You doing okay, Applejack?" came Chestnut's voice, from a distance.

"Uh-huh," smiled AJ. "Ah'm doin' much better. This method works really well and, ah don't mind sayin, ah haven't thought about Winona in awhile."

"Well, just keep pettin' and stroking. I'll let you know when it's time to move onto the next step."

AJ focused back on her vision, seeing Winona in her mind, with her tongue hanging out, and her black eyes darting around the room. As she looked around her imaginary room, she could see Applebloom entering it. However, it was Applebloom as a filly, back when she reached no higher than AJ chest. Speaking of chests, there was not a hint of her future womanhood to be seen. Her tomboy-ish figure seemed to be from a time that Applejack almost wanted to fall back into, when Applebloom opened her mouth.

"Alright," came a voice out of it that wasn't Applebloom's. "It's time to start pullin' and tugging."

AJ shook her head, and found her eyes re-adjusting to the barn, with Chestnut standing across from her. It was then she noticed a wet feel on her right hand, that at first, she had assumed was Winona slobbering on it. Upon closer inspection, it was some milk that had started to leak from the nipple.

"Hope I didn't startle you out of a good daydream, but we're ready for the next step. You hear that, honey? AJ's halfway there!"

"Well, feels like she's doing a good job," came the voice of a slightly-breathy Gentle. "Just need to get through the next bit, Applejack, and we're almost done!"

"Ok, I get that you're probably not real, comfortable, watching what you're doing to Gentle's body, am I right?" asked Chestnut.

"Yeah," nodded AJ. "That focusing my thoughts thing seemed to do the trick, though. Made me kinda forget what I was doin' to Gentle here."

"Ok, then. If that's what it takes, we'll just do that for the next bit. Now as you saw me do, you don't need to apply a lot of force when milking her for this next step. Tell me, is there anything on Sweet Apple Acres, that might be similar? Something you could pull on, but get some, resistance?"

"Well, um, ah guess the, the zap apples!" said AJ. "They go through a very specific growing process, and in the fourth part of their growth, they aren't able to be picked. I remember Granny telling me how she tried, and the apple she gripped, snapped back like a rubber band."

"That's perfect," said Chestnut. "Now, place your hands around the nipple tip. Close your eyes, and pretend you're holding onto a not-too-ripe zap apple. Maybe you're just a little filly, and it seems really big to you! Now, slowly, pull it right, then push it back left, almost like you're trying to put it back in the tree."

AJ obeyed Chestnut again. Closing her eyes, she could see the zap apple orchard, and the oversized, grey zap apple in her hands. She gave it a tug to the right, and then, pushed it back into the leaves of the tree it was attached to.

As she kept tugging and pulling, she could hear Chestnut's voice, on the edge of her daydream.

"Good, good. Not too quick, you could ruin the flavor. Ok, there you go. She's putting out a nice, steady stream. Just like that, Applejack. Just like that."

Applejack continued her pretend tug-of-war with the zap apple, while in the real world, Chestnut watched the closed-eyed pony, continuing her milking session.

She seemed so intent with what she was doing, that Chestnut let her keep milking, as he covered up and nailed the first barrel shut, even though the stream of milk ricocheted off the wood, and splattered both of them.

A few moments later, Chestnut had rolled the second barrel into place, and AJ continued her routine, having no idea what had just happened.

Eventually, the second barrel was filled, and Chestnut called for AJ to stop.

As she let go of the apple in her daydream, a loud moan could be heard from Gentle above them.

"You did very well," smiled Chestnut, giving AJ a few pats on the shoulder. "What do ya say, honey? Should we invite Applejack up once-a-month for a little guest-help?"

"Mmmmmm-well, it's all up to her," sighed Gentle. "Applejack, your hands feel really nice."

"Aw well, thanks," blushed AJ. "Though, ah don't know if I, wanna do it again."

"Well, you tried something new, and you're still here," smiled Chestnut. "Feel any different?"

"Well, aside from the fact that ah just touched and pulled on a nipple as big as mah head...no?"

Chestnut chuckled at her comments, before he snapped his fingers. Before AJ knew what was happening, he was out the barn door, and sprinting up to the farm house. A minute later, he returned to AJ, with 3 mugs.

"Hold these," he said, giving her two of the mugs.

AJ obeyed, and as she watched, Chestnut stuck his mug under his wife's still dribbling nipple, and gave a small tug, resulting in the mug filling to overflowing.

AJ figured out what to do next, and maneuvered each mug under the milk-spout. Shortly afterwards, the two ascended the stairs and approached Gentle, who still seemed in the distant throes of ecstasy after her milking.

"Feel a little lighter hun-bun?" asked Chestnut.

"Mm-hmm," she smiled, as he leaned in for a kiss. "Looks like you brought us all something to drink."

"Well, I just felt like maybe we should toast to Applejack here," said Chestnut, taking a mug from AJ, and handing it to his wife.

"Oh, well, gee ah don't know," said AJ, looking at her own milk-filled mug. "I mean, i-it's not that I'm not tryin' to be disrespectful or nothing but, th-th-this just did come outta you, Gentle-"

"Oh Applejack dear, you're fretting over nothing," smiled Gentle. "Please, as a favor to me, take a sip. That's all I ask of you. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't finish it all, but just give my milk a try."

As she heard those words, AJ's mind flashed back to Applebloom, begging her to give Coral a third chance, after he had failed at bucking apples with his hind-legs, several weeks ago. AJ had given him that third chance, and he seemed to have been as reliable as AB seemed to believe him to be.

"Alright, Gentle," smiled AJ. "For you."

"Very well," said Chestnut, hoisting his mug high. "I propose a toast to Applejack, our family friend, and newly-tested milker."

AJ clinked her mug against the others, and as promised, took a sip. As she rolled the small amount of liquid around in her mouth, she was surprised to find it had a certain, sweetness to it. Gulping it down she took a bigger drink.

"Taste good?" giggled Gentle, watching Applejack's mug.

"It's, actually, pretty good," nodded Applejack, her eyebrows rising a little in surprise. "Ah guess, after that story Chestnut told me a little while ago, ah thought it might taste bad-"

"Chestnut!" cried out Gentle, turning her attention to her husband, a look of hurt/shock on her face.

"Honey please," he replied, setting his mug down and throwing up his hands. "I was just telling her about our first meeting is all."

"...oh," said Gentle, her face relaxing. "Well, ah will admit, I wasn't feeling particularly happy when I relieved myself of what was in my chest at that time."

"Yeah, Chestnut told me bout that," said AJ. "That you two figgered it was yer emotions that made it taste the way it did."

"Yes, that's right," replied Gentle. "Though actually, there was a bit more to it."

"Really?"

"Yes. Y'see, the first time Chestnut visited me, I had a rather trying few days. My milk just wouldn't come out. I was feeling so bloated, that when I finally could milk myself, I tried to squeeze out as much as I could, but the most I got out was about 6 bottles worth.
"And when he said the glass I served him tasted terrible, I just about died a little inside. But, he did accept my request for a second glass, and luckily, it tasted better. I do remember him still looking at me guiltily. I think that's how I knew Chesney was alright: he looked genuinely sorry for making me feel bad. In fact, after we talked a little bit longer, he asked if I would go fer a walk with him."

"And did you?" asked AJ.

"No. My parents were out with my sister, and the last thing I wanted was to make them worry. Course, Chesney here did ask if we could just sit out on the porch-swing and talk, but I was so big, if ah sat in the middle of it, my breasts would fill all that space! And, good girl that I was, I wasn't going to let him handle a filly like me...one he had just met that day."

"Yeah, so in the end, we just sat around inside and talked until her folks and sister came back," concluded Chestnut. "Course, her father's eyes were watching me the second he saw me through the screen-door."

"Daddy was always good in looking after me an' Demure."

"I'm sorry, who is Demure?" asked AJ.

"Oh, my older sister," replied Gentle. "Her full name is Demure Prudence. I think she felt Daddy liked me better, but I still believe he loved us both equally. To him, we were more valuable than precious stones, and I think seeing a young stallion in the living room talking to his youngest daughter, well, maybe he was realizing that, I was growing into becoming my own pony."

Those words seemed to quietly hit Applejack in the gut. She could imagine Gentle's father walking in and seeing a young stallion alone with his daughter. Deep down, she wondered if his expression mirrored hers, when she saw Applebloom and Coral Leaf together in the barn during the Cider Festival. She had never seen her little sister act the way she had towards another stallion until that night, when it seemed the world had changed for her, and the Apple family.

"Are you okay, Applejack?" came Chestnut's voice, breaking her out of her thoughts. "You looked like you were somewhere else just now."

"Oh, ah guess I was just thinkin' bout what Gentle said," said AJ, smiling politely. "Food fer thought, y'know? Say, speakin' of food, maybe ah can prepare an Apple Family apple pie fer dessert tonight. I packed some apples with me when I left Ponyville, and I'd just need the rest of the ingredients to finish it up."

"Well, that's very sweet of you," said Gentle, "But really, you should just take yer time up here and relax. Who knows how hard things will be when you get back for the harvest."

"Yeah," said AJ, imagining returning to Ponyville, without Coral. "But still, you're being such fine hosts, and, well, ah don't think I'd ever consider milkin' or even drinkin' from another pony until I met you two. And besides, making the pie isn't hard. Plus, you'll get a taste of our family's bumper crop of apples."

"Well, ah guess it would be okay," said Chestnut. "However, we don't have any of the proper ingredients in the house. We'd need to go to the General Store up the ways."

"Okay, well, maybe we can head on up this afternoon. I'm always up for a good walk."

Suddenly, there was a low growl, and AJ turned to see Gentle blushing, one hand on her stomach.

"Oh my," she said. "I guess we got so into our conversation, I didn't eat what you brought me, Chesney. Oh, and by the look of the clock over there, it's almost lunchtime! Can you make me a salad?"

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As Chestnut went back into the house to prepare some lunch, AJ stayed in the barn with Gentle, who quickly devoured the last of her sandwich.

"He seems like a right fine stallion," said AJ, as Gentle licked some mustard from her fingers.

"Oh, he is a dear," replied Gentle. "Though I will admit, at first...I didn't think I was good enough for him."

"Whaddya mean by that? You seem like a nice pony to me."

"Yes, but I was also a big pony, though not as big as I am now. Not even Demure ended up as big as I did."

"So, when did you start, growing?"

"Well, ah was an 'early-bloomer,' as my Mom would say. I was a skinny little filly, until about the age of ten. I began to develop normally, but somewhere along the way, ah guess Mother Nature left the switch on for mah breasts. By the time I was 12, they were as big as my head, and by the time I was 14, they grew twice as big. Ah had a slowdown after that, though I did feel like there was...somethin' wrong with me."

"Sounds kinda like whut mah lil' sister Applebloom went through," remarked AJ.

"And, how did she handle it?"

"Well, she was havin' some issues when she was first growin.' Ah remember having growth spurts when I was growing up, but ah never outgrew my shirts as fast as she did! Luckily, my friend Rarity helped her out. She's been a lifesaver in makin' things that fit Applebloom, and make her look nice too."

"I'm back," came Chestnut's voice from the stairs, as he brought a large salad bowl, along with three empty ones. "I figured maybe we'd all have a little salad. I hope you don't mind, Applejack."

"Naw, I don't mind. We were just having a little conversation about my sister."

"Remember Applebloom, honey?" asked Gentle. "Coral mentioned her in his letters."

"Oh yeah," said Chestnut, serving salad to each of them. "Hear she's also a big pony for her age, kind of like you were, Gentle."

"I will admit, it is very rare to hear of another pony who is that large," said Gentle, talking to AJ.

"Yeah. There were a few fillies Applebloom's age, that teased her about how she looked. Got so bad that one time, she didn't come out of her room for several days."

"Oh, dear," said Gentle.

"Luckily, she's got some great friends, and Rarity helped give her some advice. Pretty soon, she was out and about, helping around the farm as best as she could. Course, she's had a few, minor growth spurts since then, and it's been kinda hard for her to help with chores and such."

"I was the same way," admitted Gentle. "I tried to help, but pretty soon, Dad was afraid I might over-exert myself, so he, Mom, and Demure did most of the chores."

"Say, speakin' of yer older sister, where is she, if ya don't mind me asking."

"She moved to Manehattan, shortly after Chesney and I were married," continued Gentle. "When we were younger, she and I had so much fun. We even shared a bedroom, and some nights, Dad would have to get us to stop playing around and get some sleep. But, things seemed to change when ah started growing."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, Demure started to grow a bit, 'distant' to me. It used to be we'd do a lot of things together, but after I really started getting big, she started being, quiet around me. I remember one day, she asked Dad if she could have the extra room for herself. She never explained why she wanted her own room, but Mom said it was probably because she was growing up, and wanted some personal space."

"I remember it even took her awhile to open up to me," said Chestnut. "By the time I met her, Genny and her each had their own rooms. It was often hard to figure out what she was thinking sometimes as well."

"Why do you think she probably was actin' the way she was?" asked AJ.

"I didn't really consider it until many years later, especially when I started growing again," admitted Gentle. "Shortly after Chesney and I were wed, my milk production really picked up. We didn't have much money, so Chesney moved into my room. I remember waking up real early one morning, and seeing him almost smothered by my left breast. He woke up, and seeing how big I was, tried to get me out of the room. However, my breasts had grown so large, that I was unable to even get one through the doorframe! So, Chesney grabbed every pot he could find in the house. It took until 6 the next morning, before he had milked me down to a manageable size to even squeeze out of our room. I had to use some of Mom's material to cover myself with, since nothing I had fit me."

"Tarnation," said AJ, her mind turning to AB again. "Did it happen again?"

"Yeah, about 3 days later," said Gentle. "After that, my Dad wondered about maybe getting an addition put on our farmhouse, but Chesney was concerned that he would exhaust what little money he had. My Dad was still concerned for my health, as well as my husband's, afraid we'd spend the rest of our lives milking me from midnight until the cock crowed. It was my sister who suggested the barn. She said it was big enough for me, and I wouldn't have to worry about the doorframe anymore.

"So, a day later, Chesney and I moved out to the barn. I will admit, I felt guilty, like I was subjecting my husband to house me like a...a sideshow attraction."

"I remember she just kept apologizing," said Chestnut. "Saying how she felt sorry for being what she was. I remember saying to her, 'you're sorry for being such a wonderful pony?'"

"He has a way with words," smiled Gentle, wistfully. "Every time I feel low, he helps perk me up. I remember Mom saying to me once, that I found me a real keeper."

"Yeah, it was easy to win over your Mom," said Chestnut. "Your Dad took some time to-oh geez, I just realized we've gone off-track! We were talking about your sister, and now we're onto your parents! Sorry, Applejack."

"Nono, this is all, rather interesting," admitted AJ. "Though maybe finish up that bit about Gentle's folks, and we kin get back to talkin' about Demure."

"Sure. As I was saying, Gentle's Mom was always nice when I was courting Gentle, but her Dad would often be very grumbly. I recall one time I asked Gentle's Mom about that, and she explained that because of Gentle's breasts, her Dad was very concerned that some stallion might try to take advantage of her, or possibly hurt her. To him, Gentle was the baby of the family, and he wanted to be sure she wasn't going to be hurt."

"So, how did you convince him you were alright?" asked AJ.

"Well, to tell the truth, I never really felt like I wholly won over my father-in-law. I had been courting Gentle for a few years, before I decided, that I just couldn't see a future for myself, without her in it. But also, I didn't want to be disrespectful to her family, and wanted to ask them for permission, before I proposed.
"Gentle's Mom I asked in private, and she gave me her blessing. For Gentle's Dad, I proposed that we go for a walk. After we got on a ways, I explained to him how I wanted to take the next step, and marry his daughter. I remember him stopping, and giving me this look...an icy look, like he was trying to look right through me."

"And...what did he say to you?" gulped AJ.

"He told me, that I was asking him to take on a big responsibility. He also said, it wasn't enough that I wanted to marry her. Being her partner in life, would mean that I would need to be there for her. He explained that he was fearful his daughter would marry the wrong stallion, that her appearance might win her a mate, but one who would tire of the help and care she would need. If I was to marry Gentle, he said I would need to be a responsible husband, and not see his daughter's breasts and condition as a burden that could be lightly thrown away.
"I remember explaining to him, that I knew what I was getting myself into. I had seen how he had been protective of his youngest daughter, and I wanted to be the stallion who wanted to take on that responsibility. I also assured him that I did not mean to replace him in her life, but wanted to give her another shoulder to lean on, and one she could depend on for the rest of her life."

"That still makes me smile, whenever I hear it," sniffed Gentle.

"It must have worked," smiled AJ.

"It sure did," nodded Chestnut. "He gave me his blessing, and later that evening, I proposed to Gentle. Course, it was a bit awkward, as I kneeled down, and plowed my face into her bosom."

"He certainly made an impression," smiled Gentle.

"And, how did Demure take the news?" asked Applejack.

"She wished me well, and even had a few words with Chesney, too. Though it sounded like she was just as concerned as my Dad."

"Eeyup," nodded Chestnut. "I still remember her saying, 'my sister needs a good stallion. If you think that's you, then good luck.'"

"That seems, like an odd way to say 'good luck,'" replied AJ. "Surely she must have seen how much you cared for her little sister."

"I did my best to get along with everyone in the family," said Chestnut. "Though it was a few years after we were married, that Gentle thinks she may have figured out what made her sister 'pull back.'"

"That was about a year after she up and moved to Manehattan," noted Gentle. "It was so odd, how when we were together, she wouldn't be so talkative. But after she moved away, she'd send me a letter every month, and they would be at least three pages long! At the most, I expected just a few words, like we'd been exchanging since I started growing...and that's when I thought I figured it out: my sister, she must have had a problem with 'these.'"

Applejack watched as Gentle's hands patted her massive mammaries.

"Y'mean, she just got real upset because of how you'd grown?" asked Applejack.

"It was the only thing that made sense! Before then, we were like two peas in a pod, and then, she started to pull away from me. I remember after having those thoughts, I included them in a letter to her, telling her that my breasts shouldn't get in the way of us bein' sisters. I'm sure you and Applebloom, haven't let her growing spurts get in the way of your relationship."

Applejack gulped, guiltily. Deep down, she wanted to deny it, but the way Gentle was describing her older sister, she was drawing some uneasy parallels to her own actions.

"Actually, Gentle...ah have," she said, hanging her head. "It was so much easier when Applebloom was...littler, but-"

"But then she got bigger," said Gentle, putting a hand on AJ's.

AJ nodded quietly, but looking up, she was surprised to see that Gentle was a bit...teary-eyed. "Are you okay, Gentle?"

Gentle sniffed a little, before her other hand came down, and cupped Applejack's hands firmly.

"Applejack," she said, "If living my life with these breasts has taught me anything, it's this: love and family, are bigger than any part of a pony or stallion's body.
"I love my big sister very, very much, and ah hoped that my letter might soften her feelings towards my appearance."

"D-did it?" asked AJ.

"I don't think so," replied Gentle. "The next letter, she didn't even mention what I had written...and that made me a little sadder inside. It seemed like she didn't even want to admit I had these breasts."

AJ could feel Gentle's hands get a bit tighter around hers, as she continued.

"I've tried several more times to get her to talk about this, but she won't...and I would hate to see Applebloom's breasts get in the way of you two being sisters. Ah don't like to lecture other ponies, but you gotta understand, ah...ah'm speaking from the heart on this."

AJ was staring intently into Gentle's green eyes, and could tell she meant every word of what she had said. Deep down, she did feel that she had given her sister more 'space' since she had started getting bigger. Plus, when Applebloom had needed comfort, it had been her friends and Rarity who had gotten her out of her sad mood! Hearing this tearful admittance from Gentle, made the orange pony solemnly nod her head.

"Ah, ah will, Gentle," nodded AJ. "I promise you, and you also Chestnut. I promise I'll do more."

"Thank you, Applejack," smiled Gentle, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Did Demure ever come around after those letters?"

"Sadly, no," chimed in Chestnut. "I thought of adding some words of my own, but Genny felt it was something she and her sister had to work through. Though when word came that Genny was pregnant, her sister became very excited."

"She ended up sending me letters every week," said Gentle. "Mostly wanting to know how I was doing. She would read articles about pregnancy and send me notes on them. Then, when Coral was born, she came to visit me...though, I never got to see her."

"Why not?"

"She claimed she didn't want to come into the barn, so, Chesney showed her little Coral by the door. It felt so...wrong! She had traveled all this way to see her nephew, but she wouldn't enter the barn and see me."

"Did you say anything to her then?"

"While she was here, I wrote a letter to her, and had Chesney put it by her bedside table. However, like the last letters I had written her, she never discussed it...and so, after that, I just accepted that...my sister didn't want to see me anymore. We could talk about things, like her day in the park, or seeing Coral starting to walk...but I guess I was too much little sister for her."

"Gentle, ah am so sorry to hear that," said AJ, as Gentle's hands opened, and AJ found herself clasping the butter-yellow hands. "Ah wish I could help you-I know! My friend Rarity has a boutique in Manehattan! Maybe ah could get your sister a gift, and tell her-"

"No, please," said Gentle. "Please Applejack, I know you want to help, but I think it's, just not going to happen. Just please, don't let any ill-will come between you and Applebloom. And if there is any, you do whatever you can, to make things right, before it's too late."

That's why I came here for, thought Applejack. But, the one stallion who could probably help us, is Celestia-knows-where at the moment. How am I ever going to make things right?

Author's Note

Yep, we've moved into a chapter that only mentions Applebloom and Coral Leaf, as we get Applejack meeting Gentle Bounty for the first time.

This chapter I considered a bit of an 'experiment,' as unlike the last chapter that moved from Applebloom's POV to Applejack's, this one is almost exclusively AJ's, as she meets Coral Leaf's parents, and finds out just how enormous Gentle Bounty is.

I had to re-wire my brain with this chapter, as I came up close to 9,000 words, and wondered if I should try to push towards 10,000+. However, I felt that in doing so, it'd just drag out what was a pretty decent storytelling chapter, that ended at a good place (though when one thinks of it we're mainly spending 2-4 hours with everyone in one spot, kind of like an arthouse film).

Building onto Chestnut and Gentle's backstory was a fun little game, as well as giving a little more character to Gentle's older sister, Demure Prudence (whom we've heard Coral mention a few times in previous chapters, but never by name). Much like Chestnut and Gentle's names, Demure's was one of those lunchtime brainteasers I put myself through at work, bouncing between doing work, and looking up words in online dictionaries and thesauruses.

Speaking of 'stories,' I had to go over my writing a few times, to be sure I made Chestnut and Gentle's stories seem semi-coherent. I figure our couple here are often willing to share stories with newcomers, and in truth, we could have really made them big storytellers, but I toned things down for the reader. I did find in going over some areas, that some lines tended to double-back on themselves. Hopefully, it all makes sense, and has you eager to know what will be coming in the next chapter.

Chapter 13

After Applejack had finished her talk with Gentle Bounty about her sister Demure Prudence, everyone dug into the salad that Chestnut had made for lunch.

Gentle's story about her distant sister had definitely given AJ some 'food-for-thought,' but she also realized that she was still no closer to finding Coral, or a way to resolve Applebloom's resentments towards her.

As they finished their meal, Applejack once again brought up the suggestion, of making the couple a pie, with some of the apples she had brought with her from Sweet Apple Acres.

"Are you really sure you want to, Applejack?" asked Gentle. "You know you really don't need to-"

"Gentle, my minds made up," replied Applejack. "You and Chesney-sorry, Chestnut, have prepared some fine meals for me, and I just want to give you two somethin' to thank you fer how welcoming you've been."

"Well, alright, if you insist," said Gentle. "Chesney can show you to the General Store. Hope they have everything you need-oh and Chesney, can you pick up some stew fixins' while you're there? I'm gettin' a craving for some later on tonight."

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Before they headed out, Chestnut prepared his wife another sandwich, and some carrots for a mid-afternoon snack. Once Gentle was taken care of, Chestnut kissed her goodbye, and he and Applejack were off.

"I still hope we're not borin' you to death with all our storytelling," he chuckled, as they made their way through the forested area surrounding the farm. "We just get so few visitors, and with Coral having been gone, it...well,guess it gets a bit lonely round here."

"Look, if'n you want to tell me stories, ah'm all ears," smiled Applejack. "I will admit, Gentle really gave me some things to think about, regarding sisters n' all."

"That's the way she is, wanting others to try and be happy. I think it rubbed off some on Coral. We both worked together raising him, though I think he was a bit closer to his Mom than me."

"Do you think it was because of, her...well, her breasts?" asked AJ, blushing sligtly.

"To tell the truth, I don't think so," replied Chestnut. "At the time when she had Coral, Genny's bosom was pretty big, though she was also starting to go through her 'second growth spurt,' as we called it. So, Coral's pretty much seen her being a 'big pony' his entire life."

"Did he ever, question it?"

"Eventually he did. When we'd go to the store when he was little, or walk over to some other pony's houses. Genny could still walk at the time, but she'd have to squeeze her way through doorways, or around furniture. After awhile, she soon just stopped going out to places with me.
"I remember one day, Coral asked me: 'What's wrong with Mommy?'
"I inquired why he said that, and he said that a mare had told him that she had heard of his Mommy, and that she was unable to do a lot of walking, because she was sick."

"Oh my," said Applejack. "What did you tell him?"

"Well, I could see he was very concerned, since he had been told Mommy was sick. So I sat him down and said, 'That mare was wrong. There's nothing wrong with Mommy. She's not sick, she's just being who she is....and who she is, is your Mommy. And the best thing you can do as her son, is to be there for her, because she loves you so much.'"

"That sounds really sweet. Did your talk work?"

"It did, though I did get a bit embarrassed when he saw that same mare in the General Store one day. He was only 5, but he went up to her and said, 'Hey, my Mommy isn't sick, you're sick!'"

Applejack couldn't help but laugh, causing Chestnut to smile.

"Oh, boy," she chuckled. "Granny'd prob'ly have yanked me out the door before I finished that sentence."

"Course, I did make him apologize. I understood he was standing up for Genny, but you know, he was so young, and still learnin' about how to behave."

"Well, speakin' as his employer, ah should let you know that ah think he, did a decent job of behavin' himself around me," said AJ, trying to ignore an image in her mind, of Coral resting atop Applebloom's enormous breasts. "Always seemed earnest and, eager to help out."

"That's good to hear," said Chestnut, as they continued on their way.

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The Galloping Gulch General Store was the only building around for what seemed like several miles. The building's faded red color, made it stand out from the surrounding greenery. Along it's edges, white-painted slats outlined it's porch, and box-like structure.

A few signs advertising daily specials hung in the front windows, as Chestnut and Applejack approached the front door, and a small bell rang as they entered.

"Welcome, welcome," came a voice from behind the counter.

The proprietor of the store was a portly old stallion, with thin wisps of grey hair flecked along his somewhat droopy ears. A grey moustache hung over his mouth, and a pair of spectacles seemed to almost magnify his eyes to a startling size.

A pin-striped shirt could be seen just barely containing his pudgy form, and red suspenders held up his black pants.

"Hello there, Chestnut," smiled the old stallion.

"Greetings, Mr Gus," replied Chestnut. "Brought a visitor whose staying with us down on the farm. She wants to make me n' Genny an apple pie, and we figgered you had the goods to go with the apples she brought along."

"Well, I'm pretty confident we have what you need," said Gus. "And what is your name, young lady?"

"Applejack," AJ replied. "An' ya don't need to get all fancy-"

"Wait a minute," said Gus, wiping his spectacles, then squinting through them at her. "As ah live-n-breathe, are you-?"

"The Element of Honesty? As sure as Celestia raises the sun everday."

Before she could react, Gus had squeezed out from behind his counter, and was shaking AJ's hand.

"Oh my goodness, this is indeed a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms-I mean, Applejack! We're so far away from most of the bigger places, so we usually hear of you and your friend's doings through the papers. I mean, Discord escaping, the return of the Crystal Empire. I will say, we were fortunate that Tirek managed to not find us when he went on that rampage."

"Yeah, that was a bit of a challenge for my friend, Twilight," admitted AJ. "But when things need to get done, we're ready to do our part to help other ponies out."

"Well, I'd say your Element does suits you. Oh, I hate to ask but, could I get a picture with you? My wife Agnes won't believe this unless she sees it with her own eyes."

"Oh, sure," said AJ. "Anything for a nice stallion such as yerself."

And so, a few minutes later, Chestnut had snapped a picture of Gus and Applejack. Gus even offered to not charge AJ for any purchases in his store, but she kindly refused the offer.

Taking a wooden basket by the counter, Applejack began perusing through the store, looking for the pie ingredients. As she passed into the next aisle, there was a small hole between some baking soda boxes. Peering through it, she could see, and faintly hear Chestnut talking quietly to Gus.

"Come on, Gus, it's not gonna hurt nobody," he said.

"Chesney, I know times are a little hard for you and Genny, but I still say it's not doable," replied Gus.

"Gus, Genny's getting older, and so am I. And with Coral off out there on his own, we need some extra bits coming in. Cant'cha just, take a few bottles of her milk to sell?"

"Chesney, you've been at me about this for well over 20 years now. I'm a little greyer and most of mah hair is gone, but I still say to you now, what I said to you back then: there just isn't a market for Genny's milk, and unfortunately, I doubt there will be. The ponies I've known, have always drank cow's milk. It's been that way ever since ah can remember. Babies drink pony milk, but ah just don't think-"

*CRASH*

The two turned towards the sound, as AJ ducked down quickly, realizing she had accidentally knocked over a stack of pie tins.

"Sorry! Sorry!" she called out. "Found the pie tins!"

The racket quickly broke up the conversation the two stallions were having, and Chestnut headed down the aisles, gathering stew ingredients for dinner.

Before long, the two were being rung up by Gus. He once again offered to give AJ her supplies on the house, but she refused again.

"Well, alright, just thought it'd be nice to give some freebies to one of Equestria's famous ponies," smiled Gus. "Always willing to help out one of the good ones."

"Ah-haw shucks," smiled AJ. "Ah tell you whut, Gus. If ah do think of anything you can help me with before ah head back to Ponyville, you kin be sure I'll let you know."

And with that, she and Chestnut collected their groceries, and started off back to the farm.

"He seems like a nice fellow," said AJ, as the General Store disappeared behind them, as they passed into a wooded portion of the path.

"Yeah, Gus has been running that store for a long time," replied Chestnut. "He knew Genny's Dad when he was a young stallion. He's seen Genny and Demure grow up over the years too."

"So uh...what was that about Genny's milk?"

The question caused Chestnut to grow quiet.

"It was, nothing," he replied. "Just a suggestion."

"Have to say, it didn't sound like a suggestion-"

"So, did Granny Smith teach you any special-"

"Chestnut Solace, stop tryin' to change the subject!...please?"

AJ's outburst caused them both to stop in the middle of the path, as the echo of her voice faded off into the rustling leaves.

"Look I'm sorry, ah didn't mean to yell, I-I just, well, you and Gentle are a swell couple, and it sounded like you two could, use a little help."

Chestnut took a deep breath, and started walking again, though more languidly, with Applejack keeping pace beside him.

"If I tell you this, you promise not to tell Gentle, and definitely don't tell Coral when you see him again?"

"Cross mah heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in mah eye," said AJ.

"Um, what?"

"I just made a 'Pinkie Promise.' It's somethin' my friend Pinkie Pie does, to make sure a promise stays a promise."

"Well, you are the Element of Honesty, so I'll take your word for it. The truth of the matter is...Genny and I don't got much in the way of savings."

"Really? But you got yer house and the barn-"

"Well, y'see, when Genny's parents passed away, They left us the property, and a very generous inheritance that was split between us and Genny's sister. We were careful not to overspend beyond our means, but I will admit, we've never had a lot for luxuries, and we had to, cut corners on some things regarding Coral."

"How so?"

"Well, as you can see, there aren't a whole lot of neighbors nearby, and the nearest school that Coral could attend, is only reachable by train. I tell yah, Genny's sister was very vocal in her letters, when she mentioned that we might not even be able to afford putting Coral through school. That was when Demure offered to take care of him in Manehattan."

"Really?"

"Yup. Next letter Genny received, had all sorts of booklets and brochures. Demure said she was willing to set him up in her apartment, and make sure he went to any school that Genny and I approved of."

"And, which one did you two choose?"

"None of them. Genny wrote back to her sister, and said she wasn't interested in sending Coral away."

"But, why not?" asked AJ, as a squirrel hopped across their path. "Ah know Manehattan is known for having some really nice schools, and Coral could have learned so much going there."

"Demure said almost the same thing in her response," continued Chesnut. "Let's just say, her next letter wasn't so pleasant. She got a bit vocal with Genny, claiming she was throwing away Coral's future by keeping him here on the farm with us."

"Ouch," replied AJ. "I assume your wife had a few words to say regarding that?"

"She did, but the thing about Genny is, she doesn't get mad. She's an emotional ol' gal, and she wrote a letter from her heart, telling her sister why Coral wasn't gonna go to Manehattan."

"And, what did she say?"

"Basically, that even though Demure was her sister, we had decided to raise him on our farm. Genny told me, she wanted Coral to grow up, knowing his parents, and knowing that we loved him. And, when it came to school teachings, she requested Demure send us some home-schooling books and materials."

"So you and Gentle home-schooled him, his entire life?"

"Yep, up until a few months before he left on the train to Ponyville. I have a feeling that Demure wasn't happy about our decision back then, but after that letter Genny sent her, she sent the first of many home-school books. And, as soon as Coral started picking up the alphabet and learning to count, she sent him reading and writing books too. Me and Genny were surprised how well he took to them. Pretty soon, he was using words that we had to ask him what they meant."

"I know the feeling," nodded AJ. "He's taught me a few that have taken on new meaning for me."

"Anyways, we got off track," said Chestnut, adjusting his grocery sack. "As I was saying, we tried to make due with what was left to us by Genny's parents. We did alright for ourselves, but out here, it can be tough to make a living. That little garden we have next to the barn, half the time I try to raise vegetables and sell them off for some extra money."

"And yet, you couldn't find anyone to buy your wife's milk?"

"I tried. In the early days, when Coral was still a baby, I did try to get some ponies interested. I'd leave Genny and Coral in the barn, and travel around to some outlying areas, but most just looked at me like I was crazy. I've brought it up to Gus since he's the closest to us, but yeah, things have been kind of tight with us over the years. The last big spending we did, was some time ago, when we built the current barn Genny's now in."

"Well you know Chestnut, if you need some extra bits, ah'd be happy to-"

"No, just, stop right there," said Chestnut, a tone of finality in his voice. "I appreciate you wanting to help us, but don't take bits off the table your family needs."

"Well, okay," said Applejack, as the trees before them parted, and they found themselves back at the farm.

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After getting their supplies unpacked in the kitchen, Chestnut got to work making his stew, while Applejack got her apples down from her room, and began work on the pie.

As dinner time approached, they both finished their creations, and brought the items into the barn to eat with Gentle.

"Mmm, that smells wonderful," said Gentle, as the aroma of Chestnut's stew and AJ's pie, wafted past her nose.

Applejack had never been a big fan of stew, but she politely went back for a second helping (most of the stew was water, anyway).

And then, it was time for the pie.

In a matter of seconds, both Chestnut and Gentle had gone from taking small bites, to quickly finishing off their first pieces.

"Good thing there's only us three," said AJ, still on her first piece as her hosts went for seconds.

"Mmmm, thank you so much for this, Applejack," said Gentle, licking some apple filling from her lip. "To tell you the truth, I don't know when the last time was that I had apple pie...or at least, apple pie as delicious as this."

"Ah'm glad you like it so much. I wish I could give you the recipe, but Granny swore me to secrecy. How about you, Chestnut? Any objections?"

"No, ma'am," said Chestnut. "I think I can see why your family's cider festival is so popular."

Pretty soon, the meal was finished, and Applejack helped Chestnut take the dishes back into the house for cleaning.

"Thank you again for baking us that pie, Applejack," said Chestnut, washing out his stew pot.

"Well, even when ah'm not working, I do tend to still be working," admitted Applejack.

As she scrubbed the silverware, she hesitated for a few moments, then, gave a little cough.

"Say Chestnut, it may not be any of my business, but...when was the last time you n' Gentle had some...'quiet time' together?"

"Oh, uh, maybe a few weeks ago?" He replied, his scrubbing getting a bit aloof.

"Well, given that ah gave you two a real tasty apple pie, why don't you two...burn off a lil' energy tonight?"

Applejack could feel her freckled cheeks blushing at the suggestion. Fortunately, she was turned away from her host.

"Well, maybe after you've left, Applejack. I should act as a proper host and-"

"Oh come now, Chestnut," she said, turning to face him. "If I can run mah family's farm down in Ponyville, I can find my way around this house by myself. Besides, I'll just make sure everything's washed and locked up before I turn in. Trust me, you got nothin' to worry about."

"Wellll, I suppose it would be okay-"

"There you go! Now, just get whatever you need, head on out to Gentle, and ah'll see you in the morning!"

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15 minutes later, Chestnut came down the stairs in his maroon pajamas, with several blankets and pillows under his arms.

"Need a hand with those?" asked AJ.

"Nono, I got this," he replied, a smile on his face, that looked like it belonged to a mischievous teenager.

"Well, if you find the time, tell Gentle to have a good night."

Chestnut nodded, and headed out the front door. AJ watched him cross over to the barn, and soon, the open barn door was shut.

Once she saw the door was closed, Applejack started rooting through the cupboards. It was in the overhead ones above the stove, that she found what she was looking for: empty milk bottles.

Taking a dozen of them, she washed them out, and then placed them in the fridge.

Once that was done, she finished washing and drying the dishes and silverware, before carefully putting them back where they belonged.

With the house getting dark due to the setting sun, she flicked on the lamps in the living room. Without Chestnut, the house seemed quieter than usual. Ah wonder how things are back home, she thought to herself.

Walking into the living room, she noticed a wooden cabinet with two brass handles on it. Curiously, she opened the cabinet, to reveal a number of binders.

Pulling one out, AJ opened it up, and quickly found herself looking at a number of old pictures.

These must belong to Gentle, she thought, as she flipped through the pages.

Though they were in black-and-white, Applejack could clearly pick out Gentle in the pictures, along with her parents. She noted how gruff Genny's Dad looked, and how in most pictures, her Mom was usually the only parent, smiling for the camera.

As she turned the pages, she came to one showing a rather young Gentle, and another pony on the porchswing. Both were sitting properly with their hands in their laps, and smiling (with Gentle looking like she had begun to lose some of her baby teeth).

The girl who was sitting next to her looked to be a few years older. While Gentle's hair fell down in long dark strands in the picture, the older girl's hair ended just above her shoulders.

That must be Demure Prudence, thought AJ.

Going through more of the albums, she came across even more pictures of the girls. As she turned their pages, it was like watching them grow up before her eyes.

It was clear that Demure was growing up as AJ kept turning pages, but soon, Gentle began to show even greater development in other areas. Eventually, over the course of several more binders, AJ watched as Gentle's bust swelled up, soon spreading beyond the width of her youthful shoulders! She also noticed a change in attitudes as well. Whereas the two girls were smiling in their younger days, now as they entered their preteen-to-teen years, it was only Gentle who was smiling, while Demure had begun to wear a more stoic look on her face.

The pictures as Gentle grew into a teenager, rarely had the sisters together. It seemed as Gentle got bigger, the more distance there was between the girls. One picture AJ came to, showed Gentle sitting on the porchswing, the width and size of her breasts leaving little room for Demure, who stood to the side, standing straight and proper, her hands at her sides.

Soon, Chestnut as a young stallion began to enter the pictures. There was one taken of him waving from out on the porch, as well as one with him standing next to Gentle's Dad (though while Chestnut was smiling widely, the same grumpy expression from previous pictures, was still on the older stallion's face).

Suddenly, the sound of the living room clock striking ten, causing AJ to jump. She had been so enamored in going through the pictures, that she had forgotten the time.

Returning the albums to their cabinet, she headed upstairs, and was soon ready for bed.

I hope my plan works tomorrow, she thought, pulling her covers up to her chest, before drifting off to sleep.

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With the crowing of the cock the next morning, Applejack got up, and prepared for the day.

She was soon downstairs, pulling out eggs, bread, and juice. In 15 minutes, she had three breakfast plates ready. She also filled three glasses with juice, and placed them in one of the milk carriers, she had found when putting the dishes away the night before.

Stacking the plates carefully (and holding the carrier with a few fingers), she made her way out of the house, and towards the barn. Giving the door a little knock, she pulled it open a crack, and called inside: "Hello? Anyone awake in there?"

"Applejack?" she heard Gentle's voice in the dark, before a sudden scuffling was heard. "Uh, just count to 25, and then turn on the lights, okay?"

"Okay," replied AJ with a smile.

In her mind, she slowly counted to 25, before hitting the switch.

As the lights flickered on, she was surprised to see some white puddles of milk underneath Gentle's plump, erect nipples.

Walking up the stairs carefully, she came across the couple, who greeted her with a polite wave.

"Breakfast?" said Chestnut (whose hair was a mess, and pajama top was on backwards!). "Applejack, you're too much."

"I just figured it had been awhile since someone made you two some breastfed-I-I mean, breakfast," she said, setting down the plates with a sheepish grin. "Ah gave you each an extra helping of eggs. Figgered you might be a little bit more hungry than usual, after last night."

"Oh Applejack, come over here," said Gentle, twisting her body and opening wide her arms, that embraced the orange pony in a hug. "You really are somethin' special."

"Aw, thanks," said AJ. "Now then, who's hungry?"

It didn't take long for the two lovers to eat up their portions. AJ was taking her time, when she decided to make her move.

"Say Chestnut, I was wondering if after we clean up, you'd like to accompany me back to the General Store."

"Oh, got some other apple concoctions we can try?" he asked.

"Nope. I got a little sales pitch I wanna give to Mr Gus."

"Sales pitch?" asked Chestnut, before his eyes registered that he had figured out what she was gonna sell. "Applejack, I told you yesterday-"

"Look, you've been tryin' to get him to sell some of Gentle's milk almost as long as you two have been together. Just let me give it a shot. I'm on yer side, and, ah wanna help you."

"And how are you going to do that?" asked Gentle, getting in on the conversation.

"Last night, ah refrigerated a dozen milk bottles," explained AJ. "I say we milk some fresh stuff from you, Gentle. Then, Chesnut and ah'll take it to Mr Gus, where I'll explain my ideas."

"Why not just use some of what we got from Gentle yesterday?" asked Chestnut.

"Because, I think today's milk will be even, fresher."

"How so?"

"Well, last night, you two were in such good spirits when I made you that apple pie, right?"

"Yeah?"

"And if I figger right, you two were having as much fun as two jackrabbits in a cozy lil' den, right?"

Shyly, Gentle nodded her head.

"And Gentle, what did you tell me the other day about what determines how your milk tastes?"

"My emotions," she replied, before her eyes suddenly 'lit up,' and she stifled a few giggles. "Applejack, did you have this all planned out!?"

"It came to me in spurts after ah was talkin' to Chestnut on the way back yesterday," replied AJ. "Look, just let me take a chance and talk to Gus. I might be able to change his mind."

__________

After their conversation, Chestnut and Applejack returned to the house. While Chestnut cleaned the breakfast dishes, Applejack retrieved the refrigerated milk bottles, and soon found herself once again in front of Gentle's enormous bosom.

With a few well-placed tugs (and Gentle moaning contentedly above her), she soon had all 12 bottles, filled and capped. Carefully, she put some tape on them, and scribbled on the words, "Gentle Chestnut Farms Milk."

By the time Chestnut got back to the barn, AJ was ready. And so, after a short goodbye (and Chestnut leaving some food for his wife), the journey began.

"I still can't believe you came up with all of this yesterday," said Chestnut, holding one of the milk carriers.

"Well, ah will admit that a few days ago, I'd probably be thinkin' this whole trip was ridiculous too," replied AJ. "But you two did a good job convincin' me, that maybe, I just needed to be a bit more open-minded."

Pretty soon, the two were back at the General Store, the bell over the door ringing, and Gus rising from behind his counter.

"Well, hello there Applejack, Chestnut. What brings you two back here so soon?"

"I've come with a business proposition," said AJ, holding up her milk-carrier.

"Aw, sweet Celestia," sighed Gus. "Chestnut, are you putting your guests up to-"

"I want to make one thing very clear," said AJ, putting her carrier down on the counter with a noisy 'clink.' "Chestnut had noth-well, he had a bit to do with this, but our reason for coming here to talk was my idea."

"Really?" asked Gus, stroking his moustache.

"Mr Gus, yesterday you said if you could do anything for me, I just had to ask. Well, as the Element of Honesty, I intend to hold you to your word. What you can do for me, is to agree to sell some of Gentle Bounty's milk in your store."

"Applejack," he smile, patting her hand. "You truly are a wonderful pony, but I can't-"

"Why can't you?" she asked, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Well, it's just that-"

"It's just that it comes from a pony, right?"

"Well, that's part of it-"

"And what are the other parts of it?"

"Um, well," said Gus, beginning to fidget. "It's just that, well, I just-"

"Seems to me that that's pretty much the only reason," she said, giving him a look that made the older stallion avert his eyes from her.

"Applejack, please see it from my point-of-view. I have to make a living off my store. Maybe in, Manehattan they might accept Gentle's milk, but this is Galloping Gulch."

"Let me tell you somethin, Gus," said AJ, leaning up against the counter. "Every little business has to start somewhere. Take my family's apple farm. When my Granny Smith and her folks first settled their farm where it is, Ponyville didn't exist! Granny n' her folks struggled, but through perseverance, our farm is now a big part of Equestria, and, so is our little town. Sometimes, the most amazing things come, from the things you least expect."

Gus's fingers ran across his lips, pondering what AJ had just said.

"You speak from your heart, Applejack," he said. "But the minute ah tell my customers that this milk came from another pony, I could lose what little customers I got."

"Applejack," said Chestnut, putting a hand on her shoulder, "I told you, it's not as open a world around here, as it is out there. Come on-"

"Wait a minute," said Applejack, her gaze still on Gus. "Yer main concern, is that folks will think you're endorsing this milk."

"That's, one way to put it."

"And if you could sell it without fear of losing customers...you would?"

"I, guess you see where I'm comin' from," replied Gus. "This stuff'd need an endorsement fer sure, but it would have to be from someone most ponies could trust. I mean, no offense Chestnut, but not many know you-"

"I'll endorse it," said AJ, a tone of finality in her voice. "If you need an honest pony to swear by Gentle Bounty's milk, then, who better than me...the Element of Honesty?"

"Applejack," said Chestnut, "You don't have to-"

"No, I want to do this," she replied. "You've been trying to make this happen for years, Chestnut, and I say, today's the day fer it to happen."

"Well, that's all well and good," replied Gus, still looking a little unsure about what was transpiring. "But, how will we go about selling this milk?"

"Got some paper?" asked AJ. "I don't usually, but in this case, I'm willing to 'talk turkey.'"

__________

And so, after about an hour of negotiations, Applejack, Chestnut, and Gus had worked out an agreement on paper.

Every week, Chestnut would bring up two dozen bottles of Gentle's milk. They would be placed in the main fridge, alongside a proclamation hand-signed by Applejack, in which she endorsed Gentle and Chestnut's 'efforts.'

"Well, I think that about does it," said Gus, looking at everyone, as he reviewed the penned agreement before him. "Anything else before we finish?"

"One last thing," said AJ, taking three bottles from a carrier. "I say we drink to this new business venture."

"Heh, n-now Applejack," said Gus, with a nervous grin under his moustache, "Come on now, I mean, I'm lettin' you and Chestnut sell some of Gentle's milk, isn't that enough-"

"Not fer me," she said, a stern look on her face, as she popped the cap on a bottle, and slid it over to him. "If you're gonna be sellin' this milk, even if you aren't endorsin' it, you better at least take a taste of it."

Gus stared at the bottle for a few minutes, before nervously picking it up.

"So, all I gotta do is take a drink, and we can sign this deal?"

"That's all," said AJ, popping the caps off two more bottles, and sliding one over to Chestnut. "You can just take a sip, but some of that has to go down yer throat."

"Well," sighed Gus, before slowly raising his bottle. "Here's, to the start of a new business venture."

AJ and Chestnut smiled, and clinked their bottles against his. Both of them took a good long swallow of Gentle's 'bounty,' but Gus merely took a few sips.

"I will say, it...it's not, bad," he said, setting the bottle back down, and capping it. "But, I still don't know if it'll sell."

"Just give it a chance, Gus," said AJ. "As somepony who has been asked to take chances, they sometimes give us good things in the end."

"Okay okay, you made yer point," said Gus, signing his name on their contract.

After Chestnut signed his name, he watched as AJ signed hers, sealing the deal!

After a handshake among all three of them, AJ and Chestnut left with their milk carriers.

"Wish we could'a left him the remaining bottles to sell," she told Chestnut. "But ah don't think Gus would have taken them, unless he had my endorsement to show customers."

"Applejack, thank you," said Chestnut, a look of respect on his face. "I, I just can't believe what happened in there!"

"Well, it's a start," she replied. "Hopefully soon, you n' Gentle won't have to worry about so much of her milk goin' to waste. Course, you won't sell much now, but one day, who knows?"

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Needless to say, when they got back and told Gentle the good news, she squealed like a little pony, and gave her husband and Applejack a big hug.

"Oh Applejack, ah wish I could give you somethin' fer what you've done," said Gentle, as Chestnut headed into the house, to prepare lunch for them.

"Well, to tell you the truth," replied AJ, "Ah just wanted to help. You two have been tryin' yer best to get by for so long, and, been such carin' parents to Coral, just consider it good fortune for being the fine couple you two are."

"You are too good, Applejack," said Gentle. "I hope when you get back to Ponyville, you'll pay my good will forward, and work to patch up any issues with your sister."

"I, hope I can," said AJ, as Chestnut returned with some sandwiches.

"Guess the good news keeps on coming," he said, setting down the sandwiches, and pulling a sealed envelope out of his back pocket. "Coral sent us a letter!"

At the sight of the envelope, a look of nervousness washed over AJ's face. Fortunately, nopony saw it, as Chestnut eagerly tore it open, and began to read:

Dear Mom & Dad,

I hope you are doing well, and are staying healthy up in Galloping Gulch.

Given there's some time until the zap apple harvest, I decided to take a little trip. Not sure where I'll go, but hope to see some more of Equestria, than what was just in the history books Aunt Demure sent to us, all those years ago.

I told you in my last letter that the Apples were holding a barn dance, and it was quite an event. There were a number of fancy ponies and stallions, many that came all the way from Canterlot, at the suggestion of Rarity. She even made me a suit for the dance, and dresses for Applebloom and her friends. They all looked so nice, especially Applebloom, and I got to dance with all of them.

After the festival, Applejack decided that I could take a break from helping, so I found myself hanging out with Applebloom and her friends. It was after a few days of just sitting around, that I had a talk with Applejack, and she said I could take a little time to myself.

Anyways, I better get going. There's a lot of Equestria to explore, and I want to do good by Applejack and her family.

I'll write again soon. Hope to tell you more of what I see.

Love,

Coral Leaf

"Oh, I'm so glad he had fun at that dance," said Gentle. "He said in his last letter he was really looking forward to it. And sounds like he had fun with your sister, Applejack!"

"Huh?" said AJ, sounding as if she had just snapped out of a trance.

"Oh, are you feeling ok, Applejack?" asked Chestnut. "You look a little, pale."

"Um, oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine," she said. "Um, do you have any medicine in the house? I think I got a little headache comin' on."

"Sure," replied Chestnut. " lower-left of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I can show you-"

"Nono, that's fine," said AJ, getting up. "I got this."

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Applejack almost stumbled down the steps from Gentle's platform, and tried to keep her focus, on her way back to the house.

Going into the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water, before putting it down, slumping into a chair, and putting her head in her hands.

When she saw the envelope Chestnut held up, she had expected the worst: Coral telling how Applebloom and him had grown enormous at the dance, how she had implemented the three strikes policy against him, and telling how she had demanded that he leave...but none of those things had been in the letter!

Why? she wondered. He could have told them everything that I did. He could have dragged my name through the mud, but...he just said I let him go off on a short trip!?

Just the fact that he hadn't 'snitched' on her, made Applejack feel just as bad as if he would have!

As she looked at the barn through the screen door, AJ just didn't feel like going back out to Gentle and Chestnut so soon.

Going over to the couch, she fluffed up a few pillows, and lay down, trying to clear her mind.

In a few minutes, she was asleep.

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When Applejack opened her eyes, the shadows were growing long through the windows.

I guess I needed that sleep, she thought, stretching, and sitting up. It was then that she smelled a sweet aroma in the air. As she turned to look at the table nearby, there was a plate with a few chocolate-chip cookies on them, and a note nearby:

Gentle had a craving for cookies. Didn't want to wake you. Saved a few for you!

- Chestnut

AJ smiled a bit, as she picked up a cookie, and took a bite. Pretty soon, she had finished them off, and as expected, she needed something to drink.

Going to the fridge, she saw the cow's milk on one side of the fridge, and on the other side, the unopened bottles of Gentle's milk that they had brought back from their meeting with Gus.

Without hesitating, she grabbed two bottles of the mare's milk, and closed the fridge. Popping the cap off the first bottle, she chugged it quickly, before opening the second bottle.

Getting a few gulps into the bottle, she set it down, and tried to collect her thoughts.

as she wracked her brain over why Coral hadn't called her out in his letter, Granny Smith's voice suddenly popped into her head:

Yeah, he did seem a bit outsized fer a stallion, but y'know, his heart wuz in the right place, n' ah think that's somethin' you don't realize.

AJ began to think of the times she had talked to Coral. He had almost never had a bad word to say against her, and often seemed to only speak up when he feared something wasn't right. Like...like, how she was treating him, without thinking things through, or...how she wasn't taking Applebloom's concerns into consideration.

Maybe, he will come back, she thought, remembering the note in the letter. And if he does, I'll...I'll hear him out if he comes back to the farm.

After finishing up the second bottle of milk, she washed both bottles out, and headed out to the barn.

"Knock knock," she called, through the half-closed door. "You two alright?"

"We're fine, Applejack," came Chestnut's voice from above the massive mammaries. "You coming up?"

"In a bit. Say Chestnut, do you have any paper and a quill? We need to write out my endorsement for the General Store."

__________

After the three had eaten dinner, Chestnut brought some papers and quills up into the barn, as he, Applejack, and Gentle discussed what the endorsement message should be about.

Chestnut wondered for a second about mentioning that AJ had hand-milked Gentle, but it was quickly shot down.

"I think that might put some ponies off," said AJ. "No offense, Gentle."

"None taken," she replied.

"I at least feel we should tell how you two have been a fixture of your area around here. You could be like Galloping Gulch's best-kept secret."

"There's an idea," said Chestnut, jotting down some notes.

It was another hour or so, before the three had figured out their message. After Chestnut wrote out a rough draft, it was decided that Gentle would write out the final draft, given her handwriting skills.

Pretty soon, the message was finished:

Howdy everypony,

My name's Applejack, the Element of Honesty, and proprietor of Sweet Apple Acres in Ponyville.

Recently, I discovered a wonderful milk drink, produced by two locals in Galloping Gulch: Gentle Bounty, and Chestnut Solace.

Meeting them was like finding your community's best-kept secret! Not only are they some of the nicest ponies I've met, but they produce some of the best milk I've ever had! I know my way around apples, but these two showed me things about milk I hadn't thought of before.

Through the generosity of this General Store's owner named Gus, we are exclusively giving everypony the chance to try Gentle Solace Farms' Milk.

I have tasted it myself, and I personally feel, that you will enjoy it just as much as I have. Go ahead, and give it a try.

Sincerely,

Applejack

The Element of Honesty
Proprietor of Sweet Apple Acres, Ponyville

Once Gentle had completed the proclamation, Applejack carefully signed her name.

"Now that is just wonderful," complimented AJ. "I sure hope your milk sells well, Gentle. Oh, and Chestnut, you might want to get this thing framed before taking it to Gus. I can pay for the framing."

"No really Applejack," smiled Chestnut, as AJ pulled out some bits, and placed them on the paper.

"Please Chestnut, no 'no really's.' Just take em. Consider it a gift to get you two started in yer new business."

"I wish Coral was here to see this," sighed Gentle. "He'd be so happy to see what you're doing."

"Speaking of Coral," said AJ, "Does he usually write to you, often?"

"Ever since he arrived in Ponyville, he's sent us weekly letters," replied Gentle.

"Um, I hope you don't think I'm being out of line but, could I see them?"

"Well, I don't see why not," said Chestnut. "Might be fun to read what he has to say. Every letter we received sounded like he was having just as much fun working as not working."

__________

And so that evening, Applejack found herself on the farm house's couch again, this time reading through Coral's letters.

The first one was rather self-explanatory.

Coral mentioned how he had come to Ponyville, and tried out for a position at Sweet Apple Acres. Strange enough, there was no mention of him passing out from kicking the first apple tree, or him and Applebloom encountering Timber Wolves.

The second letter made mention of how he had talked to a local, grey postal-pony with crossed eyes, who informed him that it took around three days for letters to get from Ponyville, to Galloping Gulch.

The third letter outlined how Coral had met Rarity, and how she had measured him for some new clothes. There was more talk about the harvesting, but also Coral talking about going swimming with Applebloom and her friends.

When was that, Applejack wondered to herself. She thought about it for a few more minutes, but couldn't recall Coral going swimming with the girls.

As she continued reading, she was surprised that in each letter, Coral seemed to include a little paragraph about each member of the family.

Granny Smith's a really fun old gal, he wrote in the third letter. I like to imagine she's what Mom's Mom must have been like. She's a little scatterbrained at times, but she loves her family.

Big Mac is probably the quietest stallion I've ever met, he mentioned in the fourth letter. However, I actually got him to open up, and it's surprising what he knows about cider-making. It seems when there aren't a lot of other ponies around, he comes alive.

Applebloom's getting a new dress for the Cider Festival, he wrote in a later letter. I can't wait to see what Rarity has made her. I've been reading this dance book that Princess Twilight Sparkle loaned me, and I hope I'll sweep her off her feet (Applebloom, not Princess Twilight).

Applejack couldn't help but chuckle a little at that last line. Reading on, she found a bit about herself, in a letter sent right before the Cider Festival started.

Applejack has really been working hard on getting things together, he wrote. It feels like we shouldn't be in such a rush, but she always seems to want us to be sure we're going to be ready on time. I guess I can't blame her. This festival is twice as long as their previous ones, and we got that dance in their barn she approved of! She's also been so nice, and is giving our Wednesday sales donations to the library fund. Plus, there's plenty of apple treats to sell for the fundraiser. Wish you could be here. I'm sure thesy taste as good as they smell (don't worry, I'm behaving myself and not eating anything for sale). I'm hoping this festival will be a big success for the Apple's, and that AJ will get the chance to relax after it's all over. If you ask me, she could use a vacation.

Applejack couldn't help but chuckle. If he only knew, she thought.

"Good reading?" came Chestnut's voice, as he walked in from the barn.

"Very, interesting," replied AJ. "Y'know, it's not often I've gotten to read what others think of me. To tell you the truth Chestnut...I will admit there are some times where I did get a bit, upset with Coral."

"It's totally understandable," said Chestnut. "After all, you are the head of Sweet Apple Acres, and you have certain ways of doing things. It's all part of the learning experience for a young stallion like him. Uh, if you don't mind my asking, how did he take it?"

"Pretty, well," she said. "He never really raised his voice to me, and often just wanted to be sure things ran smoothly."

"That's a relief. Tell you the truth, me and Gentle were a little worried that once he got out of the house, he might get a bit...rambunctious."

"Rama-whuh?"

"It means to get a bit out-of-control. We thought maybe when he was out of sight of us, he wouldn't behave himself."

"Well, he, usually behaved himself around me," smiled AJ, trying not to think (again) of Coral passed out on top of Applebloom's massive cum-soaked bosom at the dance. "I take it he behaved himself pretty well here?"

"Yeah, he was pretty good, though we had to kind of watch him when he started growing, 'down there.'"

"Really?" asked AJ. "Hope you don't mind my askin,' but was it, sudden?"

"It was, gradual," replied Chestnut, sitting down across from AJ. "I didn't really notice anything at first, until a few months after he turned 10, Coral complained that his underwear was feeling a little, tight. We just assumed he was having a little growth spurt, and his hips had gotten wider. Well, that was when we saw that..he was, 'bulging' out a bit."

"And...how did you take it?"

"It seemed a little early for that, I'll be honest. I didn't start my growing out, until I was 12. Course, what was shocking, was that Coral's size at 10, was about as big as I was when I started growing at age 12."

"Did you get him looked at?"

"We didn't have enough money for a doctor. And Gentle merely assumed that he was just an early-bloomer, figured he'd probably be done in a few years. Course, I think you've seen, things didn't turn out quite the way she said."

"Yeah," said AJ, trying not to think of the first time she had seen Coral's bulge. "Did he take it well? Hope this doesn't sound too strange, but-"

"You've just never seen a stallion as big as him before," finished Chestnut. "I think like most colts, Coral was curious. I will admit, a couple times, I caught him in the bathroom, measuring himself. He even asked me a few times, if I knew when he'd stop growing. At one point, he even asked if he might end up as big as Mom. I told him I couldn't say, that we'd have to wait and see."

As Chestnut said this, AJ thought over the letters she had been reading through. None of them had made any mention of Coral's recent 'growth spurts,' or any mention of just how big Applebloom's chest had gotten. She wondered what Chestnut would say if he knew just how big Coral was, the last time she saw him.

"Did, did it get in the way of him doin' chores?" continued AJ.

"As he got a little older it did. Course, soon enough he couldn't fit his underthings, and he was forced to wear just those overalls of his. He had to struggle a bit with his size, but we were willing to give him the extra time he needed. Helps when you're out here like this."

"It never really seemed his, y'know-what, slowed him down much that I could see," replied AJ. "Course, Applebloom's had to pull back on most of what she's done."

"I can imagine," said Chestnut. "Still, don't let her chest get in the way of what's important."

"I know," said Applejack, looking over Coral's most recent letter...before suddenly, her eyes darted over to an earlier letter he had written.

"Is something wrong?" asked Chestnut, as AJ's eyes read over several paragraphs. He watched as she then skimmed through several letters, and their envelopes. A few minutes later, she turned her attention back to him.

"Chestnut, ah think I need to head back to Ponyville right now," she said. "Can I borrow some of these letters? I promise I'll send them back to you and Gentle."

"Well, ah suppose," he said, as she folded a few up, and put them back in their corresponding envelopes.

"Do you happen to know when the next train headed south is?"

"I think the last one comin' through the station's in about an hour-"

As he said this, AJ 'galloped' up the steps with the letters in hand. A few moments later, came back down with her things.

"Are ya sure nothing's wrong-"

"No, Chestnut, ah think everthing's gonna be alright...ah hope."

Applejack packed her things as quickly as possible, before thanking Chestnut for what he had done for her.

As she burst out through the front door, she quickly rushed into the barn, taking the stairs two at a time, and almost spooking Gentle, who was nibbling on a cookie.

"Is something wrong-" asked Gentle, as the orange pony leaned down and gave her a hug.

"Ah need to head back," said AJ. "Thanks fer the talk, and ah promise, I'll try to make things right with Applebloom."

"Say 'hello' to the rest of yer family for us," called out Gentle, as AJ headed for the door.

"Ah will," came AJ's voice, as she sprinted out the door, and down the path to the train station, looking over her shoulder one last time at the massive barn. "And don't forget to have Chesney give mah declaration paper to Gus, y'hear?"

Applejack ran as fast as she could, afraid she'd miss the next train...only to find that she was 25 minutes early.

Getting her ticket, she waited impatiently until the train arrived. As she boarded one of the passenger cars, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, thinking over what she had read, and the last few days with Coral's parents.

Ah hope that milk business works out for em, she thought as the darkness outside the train's windows, forced her to close her eyes. Soon, she had drifted off to sleep.

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When next Applejack awoke, the familiar green plains of central Equestria were rolling alongside the train. As AJ rolled down her window and peered ahead, she could make out the crystalline top of Twilight's castle in the distance, bathed in the noonday sun.

Almost there, she thought, feeling eager enough to try and race the train to Ponyville station.

She managed to 'hold her horses,' and 45 minutes later, as the train slowed to a stop at the station, AJ leaped out of the train car, and headed into town.

Her first stop was Sugarcube Corner.

"Have you seen Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo?" AJ asked Mrs Cake, who almost dropped a pan of muffins.

"Well, they were in here earlier t'day," she replied. "But I don't know where they went to-"

AJ was out the door before Mrs Cake could finish her sentence. She raced around a few more corners, before plowing through the door of Carousel Boutique, causing a ruckus as the door rattled on it's hinges.

"Really," came Rarity's voice from the back, as she 'bounced' out into the main room. "You may be a guest, but there's no need to knock my front door off it's hing-oh, Applejack. Did you just get ba-"

"Have you seen Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo?" came AJ's rapid-fire question.

"Uh, why-yes! They're up in the guest bedroom-"

Applejack headed up the steps, and seconds later, threw open the door, startling the two ponies!

"Applejack?" asked Sweetie Belle. "What's-"

"Where's Coral Leaf?" she asked, looking from one flustered filly, to the other. "Ah know he's still in Ponyville. Where is he?"

Author's Note

Well, how's that for a cliffhanger?

In my mind, that ending was always a 'tentpole' of the story, and I'm curious if anyone can figure out how AJ came to this line of thought.

I came back to this chapter after a month, and did struggle to make some sense out of it. It does feel a bit of a long story, but I wanted to give more time over to us still getting to know more about Coral's family life, let-alone certain things his parents had to go through.

I like to think I'm basing a bit of the animosity between Gentle and Demure, on my own Mom and one of her sisters. My Mom was the third of 4 sisters, and one of her older sisters grew a bit 'distant' due to certain circumstances as they grew older.

Sometimes, I think these stories are just cheap ways for me to work through things without paying big money for psychiatry. :P

I swear, I could have written over a thousand more words about Chestnut talking about Coral's growth as a young stallion, but felt it good to just give a hint of that (maybe one day, we'll know the rest of the story?).

Well, better get working on Chapter 14. Hope the inspiration flows a bit smoother this time!

Chapter 14

"Coral Leaf, still in Ponyville?" asked Scootaloo, as she and Sweetie Belle looked at Applejack, standing in the door of Carousel Boutique's guestroom. "Applejack, we told Applebloom we saw him get on the-"

"Yeah, and ah saw him walk down the path outta Sweet Apple Acres," replied Applejack. "But ah never saw him get on a train."

"Applejack, he got on the train," said Sweetie Belle, looking nervously at those accusing green eyes. "Coral isn't here anym-"

"Then how d'you explain this?"

AJ reached into her backpack, and pulled out Coral's letters. Flipping through them, she pulled out his most recent one.

"Ah was up in Galloping Gulch lookin' fer Coral at his parent's place, and they received this the other day!" she said, holding the envelope in front of the girl's faces.

"It's just a letter," said Scootaloo. "If Coral sent it, it could have come from anywhere-"

"Really?" asked AJ, flipping the envelope over, and shoving the upper-corner at them. "Then explain to me why it has Ponyville's Postmark over the stamp, dated 3 days ago."

The two fillies tried to hide their expressions, but a look of panicked dread, was slowly spreading across their faces.

"He, uh, wrote some letters before he left," said Scootaloo, unconvincingly.

"Yeah," nodded Sweetie Belle. "And, he wanted us to send them weekly to-"

"Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, stop with the lying!...please?"

AJ took a deep breath, before pulling over a chair, sitting down, and addressing the two in a more calm tone.

"Girls...ah will admit, a lot has happened in the last few weeks, and some-well, a lot of it is mah fault. The reason ah left a few days ago, was because I hoped Coral was back at his family's farm. Ah know this letter proves he's still here, and I promise, all I wanna do is find Coral, and talk to him. That's the one thing I've wanted to do since I got on that train a few days ago. So, if you know where he is, for Applebloom's sake and mine, please tell me."

The two fillies looked at each other, before making eye contact with Applejack.

"You're right," said Scootaloo. "He is still here in Ponyville."

"But, we can't tell you where he is," chimed in Sweetie. "We promised him we wouldn't tell anypony, not even Applebloom."

AJ sighed at this declaration, before a curious look filled her eyes.

"So, Coral made ya both promise not to tell where he is?" she asked. "Did he make you both...Pinkie promise?"

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15 minutes later, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were leading Applejack out of Ponyville, towards Sweet Apple Acres.

As they walked, the two fillies told Applejack what had really happened to Coral, the day he 'left.'

After Coral had charged out of Sugarcube Corner, after finding out the Flim-Flam Brothers had sold the Cakes some of Applebloom's milk, both Sweetie and Scootaloo had chosen to wait for him to come back. After 45 minutes, they were surprised to see him walk past the bakery, with his suitcase in hand. They had then rushed out to meet him, and find out what was going on.

Coral told them what had happened, and said he planned to travel back to his parent's place, but the girls had convinced him not to leave Ponyville. They could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to stay because of Applebloom, but at the time, even they weren't sure how they could get AJ to let him near their friend again.

As noone else in Ponyville knew Coral had been cast out of Sweet Apple Acres, the three had sat around for awhile, trying to figure out where they could hide him. After some time, they hit on an ideal location: the old Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse!

Coral did express some nervousness about being on the Apple's property so soon after he had been kicked off of it, but the girls were confident that he wouldn't be disturbed. Sweetie snuck some bedding out of Carousel Boutique for him, and they helped Coral get as comfortable as he could.

Though Sweetie and Scootaloo wanted to tell Applebloom that her special somepony was close by, Coral had made them promise not to. The girls felt it was a cruel thing to do to their friend, but Coral was afraid that if Applebloom got excited and revealed where he was, things could get worse, and he feared what Applejack might do if she found out that he was still hanging around the farm (I wonder what I would have done, gulped AJ, as she continued to listen).

The girls claimed it was hard to lie to their friend, and see her reduced to tears at times.

They visited Coral twice a day, bringing him food, and any information they heard regarding the Apple family when they visited.

On the day Applejack had gone off to find Coral, they had stopped by, and were surprised to find her gone, but even more surprised, when Big Mac told the two that AJ had given them permission to milk Applebloom if she needed it!

"At first, we thought Big Mac and Granny Smith were going behind your back," said Sweetie. "We were both surprised when Big Mac showed us the letter you wrote. Applebloom was too."

"So, did you two have to milk her?" asked AJ.

"Well, she claimed she wasn't feeling full, but we felt maybe we should do it anyway, just in case you came back and changed your mind," replied Scootaloo.

Hearing that, Applejack sighed heavily.

"Still, ah can't believe Coral was right in mah own backyard this whole time," she said, as the three of them continued their walk through the orchard. "Did he, ever try to see Applebloom while I was away?"

"We actually thought he might reconsider when he heard you were gone," replied Sweetie. "Course, Applebloom was still depressed, and even though we told him we could get him in to see her, he still refused."

Sweetie's words hung in Applejack's head, as the familiar wooden treehouse in the orchard, came into view.

"Why don't you wait under the porch?" said Sweetie. "We'll get him ready."

"Ready?" asked Applejack. "Ah just wanna talk to him-"

"Yeah, but remember the last time you saw him? Coral told us you weren't really in...much of a mood to listen."

At this, Applejack felt her cheeks flush red.

"Alright. You two do what you have to. Just give me a few taps on the porch railing, when you're ready for me to come on up."

AJ watched the girls climb the rickety stairs of the clubhouse. Their over-abundant pony-forms made them look huge, next to the child-size windows and door.

"Coral?" came Sweetie's voice, after a few knocks on the front door. "It's us."

"Come in," came a familiar voice.

Applejack found herself crouched down below the tree for some time. The girls had closed the door after they had entered the clubhouse, so she couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Eventually, the door was opened, and she heard Sweetie's voice.

"-a guest. We ran into her in town at Rarity's, and we think she might be able to help you with what's going on."

"Well, unless she can convince Applejack that I'm not some kinda homewrecker, I don't think there's much chance of me gettin' back with Applebloom anytime soon," came Coral's voice, sounding dejected.

"Just hear her out," said Scootaloo, joining Sweetie on the porch, and rapping on the railing. "Oh, and close your eyes."

"Why?"

"It'll make it more fun!"

"Okay," sighed Coral, as the girls made their way down the stairs.

Once on the ground, the two watched as Applejack made her way up onto the clubhouse porch, before squeezing through it's small doorway.

In a corner, she observed some pillows and blankets, along with some empty containers from Sugarcube Corner. A familiar brown suitcase lay against the wall, and seated on the floor in front of her, eyes closed, was Coral.

Applejack was surprised to see him wearing his old overalls, and as she glaced down at his crotch, she couldn't help but feel that it looked like his sizable 'bulge,' had shrunk a bit since she had last seen it.

"So, the girls said you came here to help me?" asked Coral, his eyes still shut.

"Yes Coral," came AJ's voice, the sound of which caused his eyes to quickly snap open!

"Applejack!?" he gasped, before quickly crawling towards his things in the corner. "Look, I-I swear I haven't been anywhere near Applebloom! I'll go for real this time, I prom-"

"Coral, stop!" came AJ's voice, as he froze in mid-shuffle. "I'm...I'm sorry."

"...Sorry?" asked Coral, looking confused.

"Coral, I came here to apologize," said AJ, as Coral sat himself back down. "As you prob'ly kin tell, ah sometimes can get a bit stubborn and prideful. It helps me sometimes, but other times, well...not so much."

"I, I can't believe they told you where I was," he said. "I made them promise not to!"

"You didn't make em 'Pinkie promise,'" smirked AJ. "If that had been the case, I might have ended up trying to turn Ponyville upside-down trying to find you."

"So, what was it that tipped you off? Like I said, I haven't been anywhere near the farmhouse or...Applebloom."

AJ opened her backpack, and handed Coral his most recent letter.

"Hey, where'd you get this from? I sent this to my parents a few days ago-"

"Ah know," she said. "I was there when they got it."

"Wait-wait-wait-wait...you went all the way up to Galloping Gulch?" he asked, his eyes going wide. "Are you feelin' alright, Applejack?"

"I'm feelin' a little better now that I found you," she smiled. "And, now that ah know a little more about you, and where you come from."

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Over the next half-hour, AJ explained to Coral about the journey she'd been on over the last few days. She recounted how she had milked his Mom Gentle Bounty, spent some time with his Dad Chestnut Solace, as well as made a deal with Gus at the Galloping Gulch General Store, to distribute her milk, and learned about Gentle's relationship with her older sister, Demure Prudence.

When she finished explaining to Coral how she figured out where he really was, he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Ah can't believe you went to all that trouble, trying to find me," he said.

"I was just as surprised, when I saw that you didn't tell your parents about what I had done," said AJ. "I was bein' really stubborn, not listening to you n' Applebloom. If ya don't mind my asking, why didn't you tell them about what I said to you?"

"Well, I will admit, you vexed me sometimes, Applejack-"

"Uh, vixed-whut?"

"Vexed. It means you upset me, especially when you wouldn't hear me out, or be willing to understand what was happening to your sister."

Coral paused, figuring AJ might try to contradict what he had just said. When there was no response, he carried on.

"However, I knew that deep down, there was more to you than that. And, my Mother and Father didn't raise me to be somepony who badmouths others. You see, I was able to stand back, and see where you were coming from, even if I didn't agree with what you were saying or doing...which was getting to be a daily thing."

Coral once again paused, figuring AJ would say something about his last remark, but was once again met with silence.

"You're taking what I'm saying quite well," he admitted.

"I told you, ah came here to apologize, as well as listen," said AJ. "Along with your parents, you can thank Granny Smith and Big Mac for knockin' some sense into me, over the last few days."

"I knew I liked Granny for a reason," chuckled Coral.

"Well, when she whacks ya over the head a few times, it's a sure sign somethin's upset her."

"So, now that you've found me, what's going to happen next?"

"Well, it just so happens, that I have a few questions for you," said AJ. "Fer starters...would you still like to help us with the zap apple harvest?"

"Of course!"

"Good. That's the easiest question, now for the big one: Coral...how do you feel about Applebloom?"

"I love her," he blurted out, with no hesitation. "I love her, Applejack. From the moment I saw her in your family's kitchen, I've never seen a pony as beautiful as her."

"And, you're not just sayin' that, because of her chest, and yer-"

"Ah would love her even if she didn't have her chest," he said, barreling onward. "I just want to be the stallion she deserves to be with. I've missed her smile, her orange eyes, the way her red hair flops around when she shakes her head. If I had left Ponyville for good, I swear I'd probably have spent the rest of my days, seeing her in my mind, never to love another."

That last declaration made AJ gulp a bit. These were definitely the confessions of a love-struck stallion, who had it bad for her sister!

"And, you mean everthing you just said?" she asked.

Coral sat upright, and held up his right hand.

"As Celestia is my witness," he said stoically, "I love Applebloom, with all my heart."

Suddenly, there were two loud squeals from outside, that could only have come from Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to those two," chuckled Coral.

"Maybe that's a good thing," smiled Applejack. "Now, for your final question, Coral: can you forgive me, for what I said and did, to you and Applebloom?"

"Applejack...I already have," he said.

"Huh? I don't understand-"

"My Mom raised me to try and see things from a number of angles. A lesser stallion would have looked at what you said to me, and made you out to be some sort of enemy. But your family...you all gave me a gift."

"I-we...we did?"

"Yeah. I got to see how you all acted and worked together. I saw so many things about you all. And yeah, I may have felt upset at you at times, but there was one thing I always kept in the back of my head."

"And what was that?"

"That you're the 'Element of Honesty,' said Coral. "I mean sure, nopony's perfect, but the fact that you've wielded one of the most powerful objects in Equestria, and helped save our lands with your friends...well, even after everything that's happened in the last few weeks, I still respect you, Applejack. Sure, I may have been upset with you, but I couldn't bring myself to hate you."

As Coral finished, Applejack smiled, and he could swear he saw a tinge of dew in the corners of her eyes, before they quickly disappeared.

"Thank you, Coral," said Applejack. "You have no idea how much it means to me, to hear you say that. Now, what say we all head back to Sweet Apple Acres? Ah think there's somepony who really wants to see you again."

"I'd like that very much," said Coral, "but, before we go, I have a question for you, 'Honest Applejack.'"

"Really?" she asked, the adding of 'honest' to her name making her pause. "And, what might that question be?"

"Close the door first," requested Coral, as he looked around her, to see Sweetie and Scootaloo peeking in from outside. "Sorry girls, this one's private."

"Awwwww come on!" wailed the two ponies.

Once the door closed, both Sweetie and Scootaloo pressed their ears to it, but Coral and AJ spoke in such hushed tones, that they had no clue what was being said.

The door soon opened back up, but neither AJ or Coral admitted to the girls what had just been discussed. The only hint that it had gone well, was a smile on Coral's face.

"So, what's got you so happy?" smirked Sweetie.

"I'll tell you two later," said Coral. "Now, can you two help me with my bedding? There's a certain somepony I want to see."

"Yessir, Mister Leaf," giggled the two, saluting him, before going back into the clubhouse, emerging with his belongings.

The four were soon on their way, with the girls trying to get Coral to give them hints about what he had asked Applejack, but he just smiled the entire time, as they pleaded and begged to know. Even Applejack chuckled to herself, enjoying the little show.

"We're almost there," she said, as the roof of the barn was seen in the distance. "By the way girls, how has Applebloom been doing?"

"Still pretty sad," said Scootaloo. "We've tried to cheer her up, but she's just so miserable. She didn't even get excited when we milked her."

"Yeah, but hopefully our colossal Coral can fix that," said Sweetie, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute!"

"What is it?" asked Coral, turning to her.

"I just realized: yer gonna be seein' yer special somepony, and you're wearin' that?"

"Sweetie does have a point, Coral," replied AJ, looking at his overalls. "If you're gonna see mah sister, we better get you lookin' nice n' presntable."

And so, the four hatched a plan.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo would go into the barn and (try to) chat with Applebloom, while Coral and Applejack would go into the main farm house to wash up.

"Cutie Mark Crusader Best Friend Fixer-Uppers are go!" said Sweetie and Scootaloo, slapping hands, and rushing off towards the barn.

Coral and AJ just continued their walk up to the farmhouse. Fortunately, the girls had closed the barn doors, so Applebloom couldn't see when her sister and Coral entered the farmhouse.

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Coral hadn't had a shower since he had been kicked off the farm, and he welcomed the relaxing feeling, as rivulets of water cascaded down the soaped-up surface of his body.

Even though he wanted to hurry up and get out to see Applebloom, he couldn't help but enjoy the enticing feelings, as he closed his eyes, and stroked his massive cock with both hands.

He had gone to sleep a few nights in the clubhouse, stroking himself and thinking of his special somepony, often imagining being engulfed in her tremendous bosom, smelling her scent wafting into his nostrils. However, he had had to pull back from getting too excited, lest he leave puddles of his 'splooge' around the girls' childhood clubhouse.

As he took a deep breath, something hit him in the face. Opening his eyes, he realized that his dick was at 'full mast,' it's head rising above his own! He took a deep breath, as the beating of the showerhead's water streams, felt like an exciting massage on the trunk of his-

*knock-knock-knock*

"Coral?" asked Applejack. "You almost done in there?"

"Y-yeah," he said, quickly turning off the water, and grabbing a few towels. He almost slipped getting out of the tub, thumping his hard-on against the sink.

"Mmmpphh!!" He murmured, as he felt a painful tingle shoot through his cock.

Coral grabbed a few more towels after wiping himself down, and after 'wrapping his wiener,' opened the door, and 'bobbled' his way out into the hall. He almost ran into Applejack, waiting her turn for the bathroom.

Once in his room, Coral started to go through his suitcase. After he had taken up residence in the clubhouse, he had pretty much stuck to his old overalls, leaving several pairs of Rarity's outfits, neatly packed away.

Pretty soon, he had found a shirt and some pants that were still clean. It took some doing to get his excited cock contained in Rarity's specially-made underwear, but soon, he had his bulge 'under control.'

He also sifted around in the suitcase, before he found one more thing, and put it into the pocket of his shirt, right over his heart.

He then lay down on the bed, waiting for Applejack. It felt like an eternity, but she finally opened the door, looking clean as a whistle.

"Ready, Cor-" she was only able to get out, before he quickly squeezed his way out the door. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

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Coral had to keep himself from sprinting over to the barn, slowing his gait down so he matched Applejack's.

"Now ah know you wanna see Applebloom," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "but I was thinking it might be better if we surprise her, okay?"

"Sure," said Coral. "What did you have in mind?"

"Let me do the talkin' first. Then, I'll give you a signal, and you go in, but nice-n-slow. Deal?"

"Deal."

As they approached the barn doors, they saw one of them was open a crack. From inside, the sounds of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle's voices could be heard. AJ motioned to Coral to stand with her behind one of the doors, and gave a few loud knocks.

"Who is it?" came Scootaloo's voice.

"It's me, Applejack," said AJ. "Ah just got back into town, and wanted to talk with Applebloom."

There were some faint whisperings, before Scootaloo spoke again.

"Applebloom says she doesn't want to talk to you. Not now, not ever."

"Well, can you tell her, that it's really, really important?"

There was silence, and then another relay.

"She says she wouldn't talk to you again, even if you were the last Apple in Ponyville."

AJ looked at Coral, and she could see that even he looked a little emotional at how AB was feeling about her sister.

"Well, if she doesn't wanna talk to me, I brought somepony with me, who I thought might help us out. Ah met him on my way back into town, and, he's had some experience with problems like this. Can ya give him a few minutes, please?"

After a few seconds, Sweetie Belle's voice rang out.

"It's not one of the Flim-Flams, is it?"

"No!" Exclaimed AJ, before she calmed down, "Ah mean, no, I'm done with those two! Come on Applebloom, just give me this. Pretty please with an apple tart on top?"

A few seconds later, Scootaloo spoke again.

"Alright, she says you can let your friend come in. Anything else?"

"Yeah. I'd like you two girls to come out here with me."

This led to even more hushed whisperings, and after three minutes, Sweetie and Scoots emerged out into the sunlight.

"She didn't want us to leave her," said Sweetie. "But we promised we'd be right outside, and come back in after five minutes. Was that alright?"

"Should be fine," said AJ. "Coral, how does that sound to you?'

"Fine by me," he said. "Can I go in now, AJ?"

Applejack just gave him a wink, and a nod.

Coral took a deep breath, and squeezed through the barn door.

The angle of the sun outside, cast a sliver of light onto the curve of Applebloom's left breast, still as firm and luscious as he remembered. Following the light, it's beam ended on her face.

"Sooo," she said, sounding bored. "Mah ex-sister thinks you kin make me feel better?"

Coral didn't say a word, but just nodded his head.

"Well, have you ever had somepony not listen to you, and not think about anypony's happiness but their own?"

He nodded again.

"What's the matter? Can't ya talk?"

Coral nodded, and then, began to walk around the side of Applebloom's bosom.

"Hey, wh-what are you doing?" She asked, as he became obscured by shadows. "Y-you get back, or I'll, I'll call for mah sister!"

"I thought she was your ex-sister," came Coral's voice.

Applebloom suddenly found her jaw stuck open, upon hearing his familiar voice.

Coral could feel his face becoming frozen in a smile as he got closer to her, until he was a few feet away from her. He took a few seconds to look over her body. While her torso and bosom was still unclothed, his eyes noticed a pair of jeans encasing her, from the waist-on-down. He could feel her orange eyes taking him all in, as if he might disappear. He saw her left arm pull back, and-

*SLAP*

"OW!!" he cried as her hand connected with his right cheek, which quickly began to sting! "What was that f-"

Before he could even finish, her arms had enfolded him, and pulled him into her side. Next thing he knew, she was hugging and kissing him, and babbling like a crazy-pony.

"YER REAL!!" she cried out, her body shaking with emotion. "Yer really here-I-I-I-it isn't a dream! Oh Coral-mah Coral-ah missed you so much-"

Coral couldn't help himself, and he smooshed his lips against hers. It was one of the wettest kisses he had ever had, and a few moments later, Applebloom 'attacked' him with more of the same!

"H-h-how are you even here?" she asked, her hands feeling his face, before he winced as she touched his tender cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought ah was havin' another dream."

"No, it's-I'm all real," he smiled. "And, it's thanks to yer sis-I mean, 'ex-sister.'"

"Wait a minute. You're here cuz of...Applejack!?"

"I probably wouldn't have believed it myself, if she hadn't sat me down and had a little talk with me," he smiled. "Y'know, as much as I'm so happy to see you again, ah think she wants to see her 'lil sis' just as much as I did. Girls, you can all come in!"

With a dramatic flourish, Sweetie and Scootaloo heaved open the barn doors, leaving Applejack silhouetted against the bright background of Sweet Apple Acres. Slowly, she walked into the barn, as Coral dis-entangled himself from the embrace of his special somepony, and stood 'politely' next to AB, as Applejack walked over to them.

"Hi, sugarcube," she said.

"Hi...sis," said Applebloom, a quivering smile on her face.

"Aw Applebloom, I made a mess'a things, ah...ah didn't understand what was goin' on with ya, and...I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything ah put you n' Coral through. Can ya, ever forgive me?"

Coral watched as without a word, Applebloom 'attack-hugged' her big sister, her breasts wobbling a little as her body bounced slightly off the ground and squishing against Applejack. Though tears were flowing down AB's cheeks, AJ's stayed relatively dry.

"She cries on the inside," came a whisper in Coral's right ear that made him jump! He turned to see Sweetie and Scootaloo behind him, smirking at his reaction.

Applebloom had let go of her sister, long enough to wipe her face, and smile at her friends.

"So, I think it's been more than five minutes," said Sweetie, matter-of-factly. "Should we kick this guy out, or did Applejack find the perfect stallion to fix things round here?"

"Ah think he can stay," she smiled, before a look of fear crossed her face, "he CAN stay, right Applejack?"

"He sure can," nodded Applejack. "And, I think he's got a question for you."

"Really?" asked AB, turning to Coral. "What is it?"

"Actually, this isn't the right place to ask it," he said.

"Well, if ya haven't noticed Coral, ah can't exactly walk on down to Sugarcube Corner."

"Not you," he said. "I meant me. Y'see, I need to ask the question, from a certain place."

As they all watched, Coral, began walking back towards the barn doors, where he then followed the curve of AB's boobs, and as everypony watched, he began to wade into the golden masses of tit-flesh.

Sweetie and Scootaloo were smiling and shaking their enormous friend's shoulders, causing the massive mounds to quiver, as Coral made his way towards Applebloom's body. As he did so, Applebloom found herself closing her eyes, trying to keep from moaning at the sensations that were surging through her sensitive areas!

Finally, Coral was face-to-face with her, while down below, his sizable bulge (which had swollen further in the last few minutes!) was pressed against her nether-regions.

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked.

"Well, sure," she said, extending her right arm. "But really Coral Leaf, you waded all the way up here to hold mah-"

before she could finish, Coral (still holding onto her hand) suddenly kneeled down, disappearing into her cleavage, just as sure as a stone sinking into a pond!

"Now what in the hay are ya doin'?" she asked, as Coral suddenly 'resurfaced.'

"Sorry, I thought that would work," he blushed. "Guess I'll have to do it 'this way.'"

"What way?"

"Applebloom" he said, looking directly into her eyes, "From the moment I first saw you, I have never seen another pony as beautiful as you."

In a flash, Applebloom realized what was happening, and her free hand flew to her mouth! Behind her, Sweetie and Scootaloo were covering their own mouths with their hands, their bodies shaking as if they were gonna explode at any second!

"You've shown me what a wonderful pony you are, both inside, and outside. You've found your way into my heart, and since then, I've never wanted to let you go. Even when we were apart, I worried about you, and hoped you would be safe, and now that we're together again, I, want to be there for you, for the rest of my days...for the rest of OUR days. So, Applebloom...will you marry me?"

By now, the trickle of tears had become a steady flow from the young pony's eyes. She soon found herself looking from Coral, and turning to look at her older sister, seeking her approval.

"It's your decision, sugarcube," smiled Applejack, giving her sister's bare shoulder a reassuring pat. "Yer a 'big pony,' and this is your choice to make."

Applebloom found herself nodding her head at her sister, before she began to resemble an out-of-control bobblehead, her red hair and pink bow bouncing wildly, and flecks of tears flying as she turned her blurry gaze towards Coral.

"Ah will!" she squeaked out.

From behind them, both of her friends burst out in girlish squeals and laughter, rushing at Applebloom to embrace her, and nearly bowling over AJ in the process! The air was soon filled with a mass of words, sobs, and sentences that seemed to swirl in a mixture of frantic and happy gobbledy-gook!

"Girls, girls, slow down," smiled Coral, as he and Applebloom were locked in a tight embrace, "Let the bride-to-be's sister in."

"Oops, sorry," said Sweetie, as she cleared some room, to let AJ close to her sister, and the oversized filly opened wide her arms, to give those close to her, a loving hug!

"Ey now. Whut's going on in there? Sounds like the time the hogs ran loose fer 5 hours, give er' take an hour."

Everyone turned their attention, as the familiar voice of Granny Smith could be heard from outside the barn. Coral gave his blushing Apple a little nuzzle, before he 'waded on out' to greet the older pony.

"Don't worry Granny, it's just me," he smiled.

"Whuh-Coral Leaf? Zat really you?" she asked.

"As sure as I ever am," he said, giving her a big hug.

"Well-uh, what're yah doin' back here?"

"Ah brought him back, Granny," came AJ's voice, as she emerged into the sunlight.

"A-Applejack!? W-when did you get back-?"

"Just this morning. I went lookin' fer Coral, and found him right in our own back yard...literally."

"Say," said Coral. "Why don't you come on in, Granny? I think your Granddaughter Applebloom, has some even bigger news to tell you."

__________

Very soon, Granny was whooping it up with Sweetie and Scootaloo, upon hearing the engagement news. An hour later, after Big Mac had come back from running some errands in Ponyville, he too was informed, and gave his sisters and future brother-in-law, a big hug!

Course, talk soon turned to the topic of engagement rings.

Coral claimed he had limited funds, due to leaving the bulk of his payment from the harvest to the Apples, to deal with any damages the Flim-Flams had claimed to their machine.

However, Applejack surprised Coral and her family, when she claimed she would dip into her savings, and pay for those damages out of her own pocket!

"Applejack," said Coral, "you don't need to do that-"

"Coral, I think I owe it to you...and, to Applebloom," she said. "Ah don't like givin' money to those two con-artists, but what you did, was as much my fault as yours. Consider it an, early wedding present."

"Hey, does that mean we can come along with you into town tomorrow to choose the rings?" asked Scootaloo.

"Aww, you young'ins are always in a hurry," said Granny. "Coral's just gotten back on the farm. Let him get relaxed a bit b'fore he gets to that. B'sides, rings're just fer show. When he's ready, he'll get em."

"Thanks, Granny Smith," smiled Coral, before turning his attention back to Applebloom. "You don't mind waiting a little bit for yer ring, do you, honey?"

"Oh alright," she replied, mockingly rolling her eyes. "Ah guess I can wait for my cheapskate fiance to pony up the dough fer a little, 'commitment.'"

"Well, maybe I'll just take my time then," he smirked back.

"Well alright then, Mister. With all that extra time, maybe I'll make a serious consideration about...changin' my answer to your proposal."

"R-really?" he asked, his face cracking into worry, as she broke into laughter.

"Gotcha!!"

Coral just shook his head as Applebloom and her girlfriends just laughed at his 'being had' by his fiance.

"Say, seein' as we're all in good spirits, what say we all have dinner out in the yard tonight?" asked Applejack. "This day has been so fullah good news, I think a little family feast is in order."

"Sounds good to me," smiled Big Mac.

__________

And so, the family got to work.

Big Mac and Coral managed to get some lanterns set up out in the yard, as Granny Smith and Applejack got to work in the kitchen.

Applejack had gotten some ingredients out, when Granny came up to her, and gave her a hug.

"I'm proud of ya, dear," she smiled. "And ah bet, if yer folks were here right now, they'd be feelin' the same as ah am."

"Ah wish they could see how happy Applebloom looks," said AJ, looking out the door, as Sweetie and Scootaloo helped move her 'little sister' out of the barn.

"I like to think they already have," smiled the elder Apple. "Now, what say we get this dinner train a-rollin'?"

In truth, Applebloom was the hungriest of anypony on the farm. She hadn't eaten anything for days, and now that she was (almost) back to her old self again, her appetite was coming back with a vengeance!

When Sweetie Belle relayed this info to Applejack, she and Granny tripled the size of the feast they were making.

Pretty soon, the yard was festooned with lights, keeping the area aglow as the sun began to set. Before long, the meal was set up, and everyone was digging in. Unlike the rest of the Apple famly, Applebloom, Coral Leaf, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had their meal, with their plates resting atop AB's bosom.

Once dinner was over (and Applebloom felt like she had eaten enough for three ponies!), the family helped clean up, and Coral helped the girls move his fiance back into the barn. Once Applebloom was back in place, Sweetie and Scootaloo said their goodbyes, and promised to come back first thing in the morning ("We need to get to work on planning that wedding," giggled Sweetie, as she and Scootaloo set off for town).

Once they were gone, Coral got to work making sure Applebloom was comfortable for the night. However, she kept calling him over, to playfully give him a kiss or three. By the time Coral had received his 36th kiss, Applejack came into the barn, and helped to adjust the over-sized blankets, to cover her sister's over-sized 'assets.'

"Feeling better?" asked Applejack.

"Mmhm," smiled Applebloom. "Ah got my big sister back, AND mah special somepony. Ah don't think ah've ever been happier!"

"I'm glad to hear it," said AJ, giving her sister a hug. "Now then Coral, you've had a long day. Why don'tcha go on up to the house and get some rest?"

"In, the house?" he asked, incredulously.

"Well, yeah. Your room is just as you left it. I'm sure you can pick up right where ya left off."

"Wait a minute," interjected Applebloom. "Why can't Coral sleep in here, with me?"

"Because he may be yer fiance...but he isn't yer husband yet, sugarcube," said AJ matter-of-factly.

"Awww, come on Applejack," pleaded Applebloom. "You were bein' such a good big sister...don'tcha wanna be a great big sister?"

"By the looks of things, I'd say yer the 'great big sister' round here," said Applejack, giving her sister's covered bosom a playful pat. "Besides, on this farm, it's mah rules, and ah say Coral's gonna stay in his room til' the wedding. Is that clear, Coral?"

"Yes, Mom," he said jokingly, getting a little giggle from his fiance.

"I'm not yer Mother, Coral Leaf...but if you want, I can write and tell her how you're disrespecting me."

"N-no thanks, Applejack," he said, becoming serious again. "Just, let me take care of a few things."

Sprinting over to her side, Coral and Applebloom locked lips for almost 2 minutes, before Applejack cleared her throat loudly.

As Coral and Applejack made their way out the door, Coral turned to close it, watching as AB was cut off from view.

"I love you," he called to her.

"I know," she smiled back, waving as the door closed shut.

__________

Applebloom felt like a little pony, waiting for Hearth's Warming Eve. As she leaned against her bosom, she closed her eyes, smiling as she remembered all the things that had happened that day. Closing her eyes, the fullness of her large meal, let alone the excitement she had been through, began to wear her down. Slowly but surely, her thoughts drifted off into a grey nothingness.

*Creeeaaakkkk*

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open at the sound. Right in front of her, she could see a sliver of moonlight, play across her covered bosom...a sure sign that one of the barn doors was open a crack!

It's, it's just a dream, she said to herself...or is it?

"Who's there?" she called out.

"Just me, honey," came a familiar stallion's voice.

"Coral?" she asked, as she saw his aquamarine hair catch the moonlight. As he approached her, she saw that he was wearing a pair of pajamas that Rarity had made him, with his initials embroidered over a pocket on the front.

"Eeyup," he smiled, leaning over and kissing her.

AB breathed softly, her eyes closing to 'savor' the kiss, before they popped back open again.

"Wait," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. "How do I know this isn't another dream?"

"Another...dream? What do you mean, honey?"

"Well, a few days after sis made you leave, I had a dream that you snuck back in here to...snuggle with me," she said, blushing in the shadows.

"Sounds like it was a good dream then."

"Well it was, until ah done woke up. Then I told Sweetie and Scootaloo, and they said-hey...wait a minute."

"What is it?"

"Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo told me it was all a dream," said AB, eyeing Coral. "And, they done told me you left on a train out of Ponyville so, so..."

"So?" asked Coral, as she fumbled for words.

"So...they lied to me?"

Coral could feel a growing nervousness in his gut at this.

"Applebloom, sweetie, try to understand-"

"Understand what? That mah two best friends lied to me about you not bein' close by when you really were close by?"

"Honey, we shouldn't talk about this right now-"

"Well ah wanna talk about it right now," said AB, her voice getting a little too high for Coral's tastes. "That was really horrible and...and, mean, y'know? I'm sure they told you how miserable I was feeling, right?"

"Yes, they did. And I felt just as terrible-"

"Then why didn't you come to me?" she asked, tears beginning to appear in the corner of her eyes. "You could have come over the next few days, and pretended it was a dream or-"

Before she could utter another word, Coral leaned in, pressing against her body, smothering her lips with kisses.

"I can't ever apologize enough for what I did," he said. "Believe me, when they told me of the dream you had, I did almost consider coming out of hiding. But I was afraid...I was afraid of being caught, and Applejack was still upset with me for attacking the Flim-Flams. How do you think she would have reacted if she caught me with you after she told me to leave?"

"Well, um," said AB, her mind racing for an appropriate answer. "Well, y-you still could have just had Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo tell me you were close by."

"But what if you had let it slip?" said Coral. "Like I said, Applebloom. I'm sorry, but I didn't want to take any risks. I feel just as bad knowing you were so sad for those days, but I was hoping there might be some chance that we'd get back together again, and...here we are."

As he said those last three words, Applebloom wiped away her tears, and gave him a small half-smile.

"Well, ah guess I kin start to forgive you," she said.

"Start?" he asked. "But I proposed to you n' everything, and you and your sister are back on speaking terms."

"Yeah, but ah'm still feelin' hurt from the way you made me feel, AND fer makin' my friends lie to me. Ah can't just make those feelings disappear like some words in one of those romance novels Rarity reads."

"So, how long are you gonna be upset about that?" asked Coral, a little sense of dread forming deep inside him.

"I'm not tellin' you that."

"Why not?"

"Because if ah told you, you wouldn't learn yer lesson, about not lying to yer future wife," she smirked, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Well," he said, extending his hands out. "Maybe I have ways of getting you to, forgive and forget."

"Oh? And what might those ways be, Mister Leaf?"

"Well, Miss Bloom, it starts, right about, here!" he cried out, as he reached below her arms, and started tickling her around her ribs.

Pretty soon, AB's arms were flailing about, laughing from the tingling sensations. She tried to smack Coral, but even a few slaps to the shoulder, were not enough to get him to stop!

"Forgive me? Forgive me?" he chuckled, as he took AB's elbow to the cheek.

"AHAHAHAH-N-N-N-NOWAY!!" she gasped. "NOT-even-Fer-a-"

*AWWWWWOOOOOHHHH*

Suddenly, a long drawn-out howl caused Coral to stop, and AB clamped her hands over her mouth!

"Timberwolves?" asked Coral, as AB nodded a quiet affirmative. "That sounded pretty close."

Then, there was another howl, and then another!

Slowly, Coral made his way towards the barn window to Applebloom's right side. Peeking over the sill, he tried to control his breathing.

No more than 30 ft away, he could make out the forms of at least 3 timberwolves, their green eyes glowing in the blackness of their jagged silhouettes. Plus, by the looks of things, they seemed to be advancing onto the farm grounds!

Coral quickly turned his attention towards the barn doors, and crawled along the floor. In the darkness, he accidentally bumped into AB's right breast, before reaching the doors.

Peering out through the small opening, he couldn't see any timberwolves nearby, but it sounded like at least one, wasn't too far off.

There was a small hook above his head, and slowly, he reached for it, and gave the door a slight tug.

*creaak*

He stopped, listening for any sudden sounds. Realizing the door would squeak no matter what he did. He took a deep breath, and counted to three.

1...2...3!

Coral pulled the door shut, and with a noisy creak that seemed to sound 5 times louder in his ears.

Suddenly, from outside the barn, there was a loud snarl, and under the door, shadows could be seen!

"Coral?" squeaked Applebloom, clutching the covers over her bosom.

"It's okay, honey," he said, looking back at her. "It's gonna be okay-"

*CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG*

A loud sound came from the other side of the door, and Coral peeked through the crack. He was surprised to see Granny Smith in a lavendar nightgown, banging two metal pans together, exiting the farmhouse!

"The timberwolves are a-howling!" she cried out into the night. "The timberwolves are a-howling!"

Granny to the rescue," smiled Applebloom. "Those pans she's rattling will scare those varmints away!"

Coral crawled back over to the window he had just been at. Sure enough, no sign of any timberwolves could be seen.

"What was that all about?" asked Coral. "I didn't think timberwolves got this far onto your family's property."

"Didn't used to, but in the last few years, they've been gettin' a bit bolder round this time," said AB. "Course, Granny's got a kind of sixth sense bout these things. Usually, they're the first sign that the zap apple harvest is about to-"

*knock-knock-knock*

"Hulloo?" came Applejack's voice from the other side of the door. "You up, Applebloom?"

Coral froze in his tracks! He looked around for a place to hide...only to realize there was one right in front of him.

Applebloom stifled a loud moan, as he dove between her bosom, squeezing himself deep within her cleavage! He had been buried within these walls some hours before, but now, it was as if he had been encased in breast-tissue! He smiled a bit, her familiar scent filling his nostrils. He also found himself putting an ear to the wall of her left breast, where he could hear his lover's heart beating fast.

"C-come in, Applejack," he heard her say, as the door creaked open.

"You alrighr in here, sugarcube?" asked AJ. "Seems them timberwolves are gettin' onto the property again."

"I'm just fine. Course, they did wake me up, along with Granny."

"Well, can't argue with tradition," came Granny's voice from nearby, "B'sides, this just means plenty t'do come morning. Zap apple season's upon us!"

"Yeah. Sorry I'm a bit too big to help you this year, Granny. Though Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo will be by in the morning. Maybe they can help you sing to the water. Or, maybe you kin rope Coral into helping. You know, since he's back to being our hired hand."

"Hmm, you may have somethin' there," said Granny. "We may need to get him back in shape, to prepare him for the special day comin' up."

"Well, maybe we can talk more about that in the morning," said Applejack. "Though just to be safe, I'll lock the barn door."

Coral tensed up hearing this, realizing his escape back to the farmhouse, might not be so easy.

"Oh, that's alright, Applejack," said AB. "I'm pretty sure those timberwolves won't be back-"

"Well, y'never kin tell, dearie," replied Granny. "B'sides, better to be safe than sorry, specially when it comes to mah big lil' Apple."

"Well, you best get yer beauty sleep. We'll see ya in the mornin, along with Coral!"

Coral gulped at those words, as well as the sound of the barn doors closing, and the click of a lock. After waiting a few moments, he parted the blankets above, and popped his head up, looking as if he was bobbing in a 'sea of titty-flesh.'

"I'm sorry," said Applebloom, looking at his head with a mixture of sadness and amusement. "Ah couldn't stop em from locking the door."

"Is there any other way out?"

"Nope."

"Ok. Well, guess I'll just have to plan my escape, for when they open the doors in the morning. Maybe...I got it! I'll hide behind some hay bales near the door, and after Applejack walks in, I'll come up behind her, making like I got up early to take a stroll."

"Mm-hmmm," said Applebloom, a tone of concern in her voice.

"What is it?"

"Well, those timberwolves and Granny made a lotta racket. Sure both Big Mac AND Applejack were up...but not you. How're you gonna explain that to sis?"

"I, uh, earplugs, yeah! I wanted to get a good night's sleep, and had ear plugs in my ears!"

"I guess that works," said AB. "So, enjoying your little hiding place?"

"Very much," smiled Coral. "Course, it's a little sweaty in these clothes. If I'm gonna bed down here for the night, I think I may be more comfortable going 'au naturale.'

"Uh, come again?"

"Well I would, but then yer sister would know I was here."

The bad joke was met by a roll of AB's eyes.

"It means 'all-natural.' Like this."

Slowly, Coral began to playfully unbutton his shirt, when his eyes flew open.

"Oh, geez, I almost forgot again!"

"Fergot whut?"

"When I proposed to you! I took your hand, but didn't give you what I had with me."

Applebloom watched as Coral reached into his shirt pocket, and pulled out something, hidden in his fist.

"What is it?" she asked.

Coral didn't reply, just gestured for her to hold out her hand. She obeyed, and soon, she felt something small and solid in her left palm.

Opening her hand, she found herself staring at a round, black button.

"You were gonna propose to me...with a button?"

"But it has a special meaning," he said, 'wading' closer to her, until he was a few inches from her face.

"In what way?"

"Do you remember the night I showed up here at Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Well, that night at dinner, you popped a button, and ran to your room...that's the button."

Applebloom turned the little disc over in her fingers, watching it glint in the moonlight from the window.

"You...kept that button?"

"Yeah. It's always reminded me of you. Even when we were apart, I'd hold it, and think of you. And now that we're gonna be together, I felt it only right to give it back to you."

"Oh, Coral," she smiled, leaning towards him for an embrace.

Coral gladly accepted it, enjoying the squishy sensation.

"Lucky for you, Rarity got me some new jeans," she replied. "I'll just put this lil' fella right back here."

Coral watched her arm disappear from view, before hearing Applebloom's hand give some pronounced 'pats' on her well-rounded derriere. "There, snug as a bug in a rug."

"If you don't mind my asking, how do your new pants fit?"

"As well as kin be expected. Course, Rarity's still workin' on a top for mah breasts."

"Yeah," said Coral, giving her mammaries some playful pats. "Seems a shame to hide your girls."

"Now look here, Coral," she said, launching into a 'playful lecture,' "You may enjoy the sight of these two being set free, but ah can't just go around with them hanging out all the time."

"Well now," said Coral. "That makes my friend a little sad to hear that."

"What friend?" she asked, before, seeing Coral's fingers working his way down the buttons on his shirt, before he opened it up, revealing his familiar, muscular chest. "Oh, you naughty, naughty colt!"

Coral gave his shirt a few whirls, and flung it behind him. As he did, the motions caused the blankets atop Applebloom's bosom to fall away, leaving her golden orbs exposed.

Coral reached down below, and carefully undid his belt and pants. Before long he had stepped out of his pants, and started fiddling with the waistband of his overtaxed briefs.

"Coral," smiled AB, wagging her finger. "Applejack wouldn't approve."

Her warning didn't deter him, as she felt movement within her tit-walls, and like a serpent rising from the deep, the head of his massive hard-on breached the surface!

She tried to control herself, but the size of his Brobdingnagian boner got the better of her, and her fingers soon gripped the sides of his cock head, as she nuzzled and licked it's surface!

Coral arched his back at the sensations coursing through his body. He hadn't been flesh-to-flesh like this with his Applebloom since the barn dance, and her slurping and moaning were turning him on in a big way!

Arching his back, Coral sank a ways into the masses of tit-flesh, his arms rubbing back-and-forth, his mind imagining Applebloom's huge nipples growing thick and firm from his actions.

The two continued their love-stroking for quite some time. Coral had to use every ounce of will-power that he had to not cum right in Applebloom's face. Course, it was hard to do so as her stroking had become a bit fiercer, and she had started slipping her tongue into his urethra.

"Mmmm, does Coral have some cream for me?" She cooed, running her tongue in circles around his cockhead.

"NNNGGHHH, oh yeaahhh," he moaned. "But, unghh, not...nnggghh...tonight."

It was as if someone had woken Applebloom up from a dream, as her eyes popped open, and she looked at him lounging on her breasts.

"...Seriously?" she asked.

"Applebloom, you have no idea how much I wanna just let loose right now," he confessed, feeling his massive balls being squished by her boobs. "But you know I can't leave any evidence I was in here tonight."

Coral could see her face, looking like a disappointed child, before she suddenly shoved his cock aside.

"Fine," she said, quietly.

"Are you-"

"No-I-am-not," she replied, crossing her arms, and sulking petulantly against her chest. "If yer gonna be that way-"

"What way-"

"Look just...go to sleep."

"Um, can I sleep here in your," he asked, but she was still refusing to make eye contact with him. "Applebloom, please don't be upset with me."

His plea was met with more silence.

"Well, ok. Me and my friend will just, go to sleep. We'll see you in the morning."

Still no response.

"I love you, Applebloom."

He had hoped that would get a response, but she was still quiet. And so, Coral closed his eyes. It didn't take long, before he was snoring off to slumberland.

Applebloom watched as he lay against her right breast, his cock sticking up almost perpendicular to his body. As he continued to snore, she gave it a few pokes, but he didn't wake up. Seeing as he was sound asleep, she planted a kiss in her hand, and touched it to the side of his cheek.

"I love you too," she smiled, before laying her head down, and closing her eyes.

__________

"Coral...Coral!"

Coral could feel a hand slapping his shoulder, as his eyes slowly opened. As they did, he realized that sunlight was streaming in through the nearby window!

"Oh my gosh I overslept," he cried. "I better get outta here b'fore-"

"B'fore whut?" came the sound of Applejack's voice.

Coral froze, his eyes as big as saucers, as he tilted his head around, to see Applejack on the other side of Applebloom's right breast. She was standing there, her arms crossed under her ample bosom, and a look of 'non-amusement' on her face.

"H-hi, Applejack," he smiled, feeling his cheeks flushing. "Look, I-I can explain-"

"Ah thought, we had an agreement," she said.

"We did-do-done...we do!" he said, stumbling around between Applebloom's cleavage (causing her to emit a series of squeaks and squeals), ducking down below, and coming up empty-handed.

"Looking fer these?" asked AJ, holding up his clothes, that had been obscured by her sister's bosom. "Applebloom says you thrashed around in yer sleep..."

"Well, must have been, restless energy! Thanks fer fetching my clothes Applejack, now if you'll give them to me, I'll just be on my way."

"Please, Sis," pleaded Applebloom. "Don't be-"

"Applebloom," said AJ, giving her sister a look, that made the bigger pony look away, sheepishly. AJ then turned her steely gaze to Coral. "Now, as ah said before, I thought we had an agreement. Ah let you back onto Sweet Apple Acres. Ah let you near my sister again. I even allowed you to propose to her, and yer first night back, you break a rule?"

"But I didn't mean to," said Coral, his heart racing worse than the day before. "I came out to see her, that was all it was gonna be, then, there were timberwolves, and, well ah hid and, you locked the door. I got excited to see Applebloom again, but look, the walls are clean, and I made sure that, well, um...nothinggotoutoronApplebloom," he spouted off, his eyes looking into Applejack's like a frightened puppy's. "Please Applejack, this was my fault, and I'm sorry. I swear on Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, AND Princess Twilight Sparkle, this won't happen again. Look, every day if I need to, I'll report to you at the end of the day and the start of it, if it'll make you feel better. Please!"

Applejack's expression was still as a statue as Coral finished. There was silence in the barn for a few moments, before AJ's arms moved, and she handed over his clothes.

"I'm not gonna strike you out, Coral Leaf," she said. "I'm giving you a chance...one chance. Now all that stuff you just said, you are gonna stick to it, and I'm gonna hold you to it-"

"Yes Applejack, absolutely," replied Coral, getting his cock and balls firmly tucked into his underwear.

"And you Applebloom," she said, turning to her sister. "Are gonna tell me if he steps outta line."

"Aw Applejack," pleaded AB, "please don't do this-"

"Applebloom, promise me."

"Ohh, ah promise," she whimpered.

"Now," said Applejack, turning back to Coral, who was now in the process of getting his pants on. "In case yah didn't hear, the timberwolves were howlin' last night, which means zap apple season is on. And that means Granny's already preppin' things in the kitchen."

"Say no more, I'm on it," exclaimed Coral, throwing on his shirt, before wading in to kiss Applebloom on the lips, and wading out towards the open barn doors. "Won't happen again Applejack, and I love you, Applebloom!"

The two Apples watched as he 'galumphed' towards the farmhouse still trying to button his shirt. He tried to open the farmhouse door with his arm, but failed, and ended up bumping his 'bulge' against the doorframe! They heard him wince in pain for a bit, before he managed to open the door, and disappeared inside the house.

Once it seemed he was inside, Applejack went and closed the barn doors, before turning towards her big little sister.

As the two ponies looked at each other, the corners of their mouths began to turn up, and a few seconds later, they were breaking out in gales of laughter!

"Aw you scared him good, sis," laughed Applebloom.

"You didn't do too bad yerself, Applebloom," said Applejack, laughing just as hard.

"Y'know, I was worried when you found him this morning."

"I was a bit concerned seein' him layin' there, but I figured he just had, a 'little fun,' right?"

"Yeah. He kinda controlled himself. It was good, but frustrating," said Applebloom. "Speaking of which, are you gonna keep up the 'act?'"

"For a few days," smiled Applejack. "Given how he looked, I'm pretty sure he'll stick to his word...this time. He did swear on Twilight, after all."

"Can I 'play' with him a bit too?" smiled Applebloom, mischievously.

"Sure can. Always good to keep yer stallion on the straight and narrow."

The two ponies laughed again, before giving each other a heartfelt hug.

"I'm glad I got my special somepony back," admitted Applebloom. "But I'm even more glad that I got my sister back."

"Ah feel the same way, sugarcube," smiled Applejack, giving her sister an extra squeeze.

Author's Note

Well, I hope you enjoyed that! I know I did.

I will admit, coming back to Ponyville with this story, has been on my mind for months now. I knew a few things that I wanted to do, and others that got added along the way.

And yes, though it may not seem like it, I sometimes do take into consideration some comments/suggestions. There was a point I thought I could milk out a full 3 days with AJ being with Gentle Bounty and Chestnut Solace, but seeing some comments, felt it was time to wrap things up and get back to the main story (and, I felt after 2 1/2 chapters, Applejack had learned her lesson enough, that we didn't need to drag things on for too long, lest it feel like we were bashing her over the head with too much guilt).

Though it feels good to be back in town, we're not done 'adventuring' outside Ponyville. While chatting with AppleorPie a few weeks ago, an idea came to me, that I feel could add an extra dash of character depth to a few players on this stage of expansiveness. It wasn't in the cards when I first started typing out this story, but like many things, these things evolve and change over time.

I did 'cheat' a bit with the writing in areas, and tried to tone down a lot of things. I figured noone really wanted to have an in-depth talk over dinner. I also feel that I may have had both Coral and Applebloom shower each other with too many kisses, but then again, these two kids have been desperate to hold each other for awhile, and the result is something I think many will enjoy. Plus, I felt it would be fun to show Applebloom being upset at some things, and not easily forgive Coral (whether or not she'll go easy on her girl friends when they visit next chapter, we'll have to wait and see).

A fun bit was bringing back the button Applebloom had popped off her top in the first chapter. I had always wanted to keep it as a key to the story, ever since I wrote the scene with it in that first chapter.

Well, off to think of where to take the next few chapters. There'll be a few less tears, and a lot more smiles going forward, I'll just say that for now.

Chapter 15

Coral had to admit that he was happy to be back on Sweet Apple Acres, but part of him wished that the zap apples could have started to come around a little later!

After Applejack had found him sleeping atop Applebloom's massive chest (stark naked!), he was determined to make himself worthy of her forgiveness (she was giving him another chance!), and, be the stallion who would make his fiance Applebloom proud.

After Applejack had sent him scurrying out of the barn and stumbling into the house, Coral had found Granny Smith painting pink polka-dots all over the kitchen! Before long, she had thrust a paint bucket and brush into his hands, and ordered him to do the same to the high ceiling!

By the time he had finished, Granny had once again thrown him for a loop, as he saw her coming down the stairs, wearing a bunny costume!

"Are you sure she's okay?" he whispered to Big Mac, as the taller stallion pulled some apple juice out of the fridge.

"Eeyup," he nodded.

"What're you two yappin' bout?" asked Granny. "Yer not thinkin' bout quittin' on us, are ya Coral?"

"No, of course not, Granny," he said, trying not to stare as she 'hopped' rather than walked over to him.

"Well, good! Seein' as how yer gonna be a part of our family, you can help me sing to the water! Oh, and you'll need these."

Coral tried not to look too confused, as Granny slapped a pair of yellow rabbit ears on top of his head.

"Since yer Applebloom's fiance, figger you kin take her place helping me get ever-thang ready!"

"Well if you want me to Granny, I'm at yer beck-n-call," he said, playfully bowing to her.

"Ah don't care who ya call, just as long as yah do yer job," she said, hopping towards the front door.

A few minutes later, Coral was outside helping Granny arrange watering cans in a circle. She didn't tell him 'why,' but just indicated that they were to hop over them, while singing the alphabet.

This proved to be a little difficult for Coral, as gravity took hold of his swollen crotch. With each hop, Coral's contained bulge stretched down, and then bounced up. He was feeling a bit 'tender' in his lower areas after the first few bounces, but seeing Granny Smith not breaking her stride, he tried to push through it.

I'm gonna do you proud, Applebloom, he thought, keeping her face in his mind as his balls squashed up against his lower belly again.

By the time he had completed four loops around the circle of cans, he saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo coming up the path from Ponyville. They appeared to be heading for Applebloom in the barn, but seeing Coral and Granny hopping over the watering cans, they changed their direction.

"Hi Granny Smith!" they called out in unison. "Hi, Coral!"

"Hellooo!" Cried out Granny, before continuing her regular recitings.

"Hi-oof-girls-oof!" said Coral.

"Say Sweetie Belle, isn't that the biggest bunny you've ever seen?" chuckled Scootaloo.

"Could be," smirked Sweetie, rubbing her chin, "And looks like he's got a few surprises, bouncin' around in that basket of his!"

"Very funny-oof!-you two," he said coming to a halt. "You know you could always help-"

*WHACK*

"Ow!" he cried out, as he suddenly realized Granny was behind him, and had whacked him over the head.

"Get back to the hoppin' and the letterin'," she demanded, giving him a major case of the stink-eye. "Unless ah should tell Applejack yer loafin' during a very important Apple family task?"

Needless to say, there was no more lolly-gagging as Coral completed several more (painful) circuits around the watering cans.

The girls hadn't made it any easier, as they had eagerly ran into the barn, and were soon heaving and dragging Applebloom out on her massive tarpaulin, to watch the little show. Pretty soon, they had decided to play a little game, making quite a racket, trying to distract him.

Coral had found himself almost losing his mind, as Scootaloo and Sweetie slunk to the front of Applebloom's breasts, where they playfully began caressing her plump nipples, and flicking their tongues along the tops of her head-sized nubs!

He could feel his cock swelling in his underwear, and by the time Granny had decided the water was pleased with their singing, he felt like he was going to burst right out of his pants!

"So, guess yer 'boys' got a bit of a workout, courtesy of Granny?" asked Applebloom, as the old mare let him take a breather.

"Ha, ha, ha," replied Coral, not looking too happy. "You girls are a riot. Don't you have other things to worry about?"

"Like what?" asked Scootaloo.

"Oh, I don't know, like, maybe making plans for the wedding?"

"Uh, Coral, ah think you mean, 'our wedding?'" asked Applebloom.

"Of course I do," he replied.

"Well, as much as we'd love to get to work, yer also a big part of the special day...and what kind of bride-to-be, would leave her husband-to-be out of planning things?"

"Yeah, he'd have to be pretty low to not wanna help," said Sweetie, crossing her arms under her bosom, and shooting him an accusing look.

"And pretty selfish," said Scootaloo, doing the same.

"And just plain...ignorant," said Applebloom, finishing the trifecta, but crossing her arms atop her bosom.

Their words were stinging Coral's ego a bit, and their narrowed eyes seemed to bore into his soul. He could feel a few drops of sweat beading down his forehead, when suddenly, a lightbulb turned on in his head. Slowly, the look of worry, began to melt into a 'smooth' smile on his face.

"Ooohh, I see what you three are trying to do," he smirked.

"Oh?" asked Sweetie, fluffing back part of her curly hair. "What are we trying to do?"

"You know perfectly well what you three are trying to do."

"Then tell us," said Scootaloo, uncrossing her arms, and placing them on her hips, in a matter-of-fact pose. "What are we trying to do, that you know what we're trying to do?"

"I'm...not...telling," he smirked.

"Well, would ya tell...me?" asked Applebloom, uncrossing her arms, and playing coy. "Ah am yer fiance, after all. And, it's not nice to keep secrets from yer fiance, now is it?"

"I, I guess not," said Coral, rubbing his head.

"Well, since you won't tell my friends, how about a little game of...kiss-and-tell?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Hmm," pondered Coral. He could feel the girls watching him, before strolling over towards Applebloom's body.

"Awwwww," mocked the two girls, as Coral smiled mischievously at them, before making eye contact with his special somepony.

"So...ready to pucker up?" he asked, giving his sac a sensual 'squish' against her leg.

"Mm-hmm," she smiled, before closing her eyes.

Applebloom expected an immediate kiss, but a few seconds passed, and then a few more. Pretty soon, she opened her eyes, to find Coral just standing next to her, smiling.

"Aren'tcha gonna kiss me?" she asked.

"Well, the game is 'kiss-and-tell,' right?" he asked.

"Uh-huh?"

"Well, if I don't kiss you, I don't gotta tell you what I know you three are trying to do."

"Whuh...Huh!?" came AB's response, her face contorting in confusion, as Coral smiled, smugly.

"Hey, Coral!" came Applejack's voice from the farmhouse. "Head on over to the barn. We're gonna need some more baskets fer the harvest. Can ya grab a couple dozen more and take them down to the orchard?"

"You got it, Applejack," he called, before turning his attention to the three ponies. "Maybe another time, girls. Right now, ol' Coral Leaf has a job to do. See you later!"

He did feel a little guilty as he walked away, but Coral simply felt that if they wanted to play games with him, he was gonna have a little fun with them as well.

"But-but...Coral?" came Applebloom's voice as he walked away.

Cor-al!?" came her voice a few seconds later, sounding a bit more demanding.

"COOOOO-RRRAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!??" came the voices of all three girls in unison, as he reached the barn. He quickly headed over to the stack of baskets, and got to work. The area of the barn he was in was covered in shadow, which worked to his advantage, as his shoulders shook as he tried to keep from bursting out laughing at how agitated the three had sounded!

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Once he had the baskets, Coral joined Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith out in the zap apple orchard. They had brought the watering cans that he and Granny had hopped over that morning, and AJ and Big Mac were busy watering the roots of the barren zap apple trees.

"Sure wish Applebloom could be here to see this," said Applejack.

"To see the trees?" asked Coral setting down a few more baskets, as AJ moved on to another tree with her watering can.

"Aw, anypony kin see the trees," said Granny, her eyes darting around. "When it comes to zap apples, there's a lot more goin' on then you think. Ooo, you feel that?"

"Uh, feel what?"

"Ah do, Granny," said Applejack. "Like, there's somethin' in the air."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac.

Coral tried to figure out what they were getting at. He smelled the air, wiggled his fingers, and looked around, but nothing seemed to be different.

Suddenly, he was surprised as a large mass of clouds appeared overhead! The wind began to pick up, and the trees in the orchard began to creak and groan, as their branches wavered in the wind.

Suddenly, there was a 'zapping' sound. And then another, and then another!

Coral almost jumped out of his clothes, when a blue arc of electricity lit up the branches of a nearby tree, and continued along the numerous trees in the orchard! And then, before his eyes, leaves began to sprout on the branches of each tree, appearing as if by magic! This went on for several minutes, before the winds died down, and the clouds parted as if they had never been.

"The second sign!" squealed Granny.

"Well, if that don't beat all," said Coral, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. "Never saw anything like that up in Galloping Gulch."

"Well, zap apples aren't common round most of Equestria," explained Applejack. "But thanks to Granny, they've become a part of our family's tradition."

"I see," said Coral, examining the trunk of a tree. "So, are the trees, electrified?"

"You kin touch em, if that's what yer asking. Just don't jostle em, or you'll get a jolt straight down to yer hooves."

Coral took her word for it, and carefully put his hand on the nearby tree trunk. It was slight, but he could sense a tingling sensation from within.

"Well, don't know bout any of you, buts I need to have a chat with some friends of mine in Ponyville," said Granny, beginning to head back to the farmhouse. "Anypony wanna join me?"

"I'll go with you, Granny," volunteered Coral.

"Well, that sounds mighty thoughtful of ya, Coral, but don'tcha wanna keep Applebloom and her friends comp'ny?"

"I think they're pretty busy doing their own thing," he replied. "Besides, I could use a little walk, stretch my legs and all."

"Well, alright then," said Granny. "Though we better head back to the farmhouse to get a few things."

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Pretty soon, Coral and Granny were on their way into town, carrying bags containing glass jars.

Coral had chuckled under his breath as they had passed Applebloom and her friends again. The girls had raised a ruckus, but he hadn't glanced in their direction (even as he could hear AB moaning that she felt like she was gonna burst, and needed to be milked right away!). Fortunately, Granny had seemed too preoccupied to notice the 'show' they were putting on.

"I didn't know you had any friends in Ponyville," said Coral, upon their arrival in town.

"Well, ah don't normally see em' cept once a year," replied Granny. "They come in mighty handy round zap apple time. That's why I needs me the jars. Mighty nice of you to bring a few more."

"Well, always glad to help you, Granny. So, are your friends gonna help us harvest the-"

"Well well well, Granny Smith," came a booming voice.

Coral turned his head in the direction of the sound, and laid eyes on a tan-colored stallion. Compared to the other denizens of Ponyville he'd met, this fellow was more shaprly-dressed. He was wearing a dark-blue business suit, a red tie, and a well-groomed swirl of black hair atop his head.

"Why hello there, Filthy Rich!" waved Granny Smith, as he strode over. "Didn't know you wuz back in town."

"Yeah, I've been over in Van Hoover the last few weeks," replied Filthy. "We're working on a new deal for a special kind of butter distribution, but I won't bore you with the details. So, what brings you to town?"

"Zap apple time's upon us," smiled Granny, with a 'wrinkly grin.' "Came to see some friends of mine."

"I see," said Filthy, turning his attention to Coral. "And who might this young stallion be? By the looks of him I'd say 'size matters' to an old girl like yourself."

"Oh my-no, Filthy," chuckled Granny, a small streak of blush filling her cheeks. "This here's my Granddaughter Applebloom's fiance, Coral Leaf. He's also been helpin' us up at the farm."

"Is that so?" smiled Filthy, shaking Coral's hand. "A pleasure to meet you Coral, and congratulations!"

"Thank you," replied Coral. "Um, did I hear right? Yer name is, Filthy Rich?"

"Sure is! I'm the owner of the 'Barnyard Bargains' retail store chain. I sure hope you're one of our loyal customers."

"Well, to tell you the truth sir, I didn't know about your store until I came here to Ponyville."

"Is that right?" asked Filthy, his eyes opening a little wider. "I find that a little hard to believe, given we have stores all over Equestria."

"I come from Galloping Gulch. It's a little community, and there's not much there but our local General Store."

"Well, seeing as how you're going to be marrying into the Apple family, I hope you'll keep our local store in mind for future purchases," said Filthy, pulling out a business card, and scribbling a little message on the back. "Here. Show that to one of our friendly cashiers when you stop by. It'll get you 25% off your next purchase."

"Oh, thanks," said Coral, taking the business card, and pocketing it.

"Think nothing of it," smiled Filthy. "You're getting married, and newlyweds can never have enough bits saved away. Well, I better get going, but I should be swinging by Sweet Apple Acres in a few days. Does that sound about right, Granny Smith?"

"*snore* Uh-huh-whuh?" said Granny, who had dozed off, while they had talked.

"Mr Rich was just asking when the zap apple harvest would be done, Granny," said Coral, jogging her memory.

"Uh, oh that! Well, given the way the wind was blowing this afternoon, I'd say we should be ready for you to come by in, four days."

"Sounds fine," said Filthy, heading off. "I'll talk to you two later!"

"Seems like a nice stallion," said Coral, as he and Granny continued their walk.

"Yeah, us Apples have been doin' business with the Rich's for awhile now-oh! I think I see my friends!"

"Really? Where?" asked Coral, following Granny as she headed over to some nearby beehives. As he watched, he almost tripped over his hooves, as dozens of bees began to pour out of the hives, and circled around Granny! "Granny! RUN!!"

"Aw come now, Coral," she said, standing calmly amidst the buzzing. "I'm just talkin' to mah lil' friends! Ain't that right, Beatrice?"

"Uh, Granny? I, think I'm gonna, um...take a little walk."

"Oh, well if'n ya do, can you leave the jars? Just take their lids off, and you can have a looksee around!"

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After setting the jars as close as he dared to the swarming bees, Coral quickly rushed off!

For the next 20 minutes, he looked through some of the vendor's wares at a number of tent-shops nearby. Every-so-often, he'd glance back at Granny, to make sure she was alright. A few times, he considered charging in and grabbing her up, but she had sounded so calm amidst the buzzing of the bees, that he decided to only intervene if he heard her yell.

Eventually, he saw her lift up a few of the beehives, and soon, each of the jars was filled with honey.

"HEEEEYYYYY CORAL!!" she yelled, loud enough to make everypony in the area stop what they were doing, and stare at her. Coral quietly walked back over to her, and was relieved to see the bees had returned to their hives.

"I thought you wanted to meet mah friends," he heard her say, as she was screwing on a jar lid or two.

"Well, I thought they were, other ponies, like, you," Coral replied, helping her out. "My Dad warned me that bees can be dangerous."

"Not if you talk to em' real nice," said Granny. "If you ask me, you should rethink what he done taught you."

"Um, maybe I will."

Once the lids were on tight, Coral packed the jars for the trip, and they made their way back to Sweet Apple Acres.

Upon returning to the farm, Coral saw that Applebloom had been returned to the barn. He smiled hearing the three girls once again trying to get his attention from inside it, as he helped Granny back into the house.

"So, get whatcha need in town?" asked AJ, who was looking through an old picture book.

"Yep, talked to my lil' friends," smiled Granny, settling down into her rocking chair. "Got mah honey fer the jam."

Granny took a few tentative rocks in her chair, and in seconds, she was snoring.

"So, she can actually talk to, and understand bees?" Coral asked AJ, as he set the honey-filled jars on the kitchen table.

"Sure can," replied Applejack. "Not sure when Granny first picked up the skill, but she's had it for years. My friend Fluttershy can do the same."

"I see. Just...I never saw anypony do it."

"If yer confused by what happened, don't worry. It'll all make sense in a few days."

"Well, I'll take your word for it, 'honest Applejack,'" smiled Coral. "By the way, we ran into a stallion named Filthy Rich while in town."

"Really? How's he doin?"

"Fine, I guess. He seemed friendly. Even gave me a little discount card when I mentioned me and Applebloom were engaged."

"Well, that was nice of him," smiled AJ."Reckon he'll be swingin' around for his 100 jars for his store chain."

"Does Filthy also sell some of your cider in his stores?"

"Nope, but he sure does try to get us to reconsider. Like any businesspony, he's always looking to make more bits. Every year when he comes for his zap apple jam supply, he tries to sweet talk Granny, but as long as she says 'no,' we're with her on this one."

"Hi, Applejack!"

Coral turned to see Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo entering the house, carrying three empty mugs.

"Howdy, girls," replied AJ.

"Hey there," smiled Coral.

"We were a little thirsty, so we borrowed a few mugs earlier while you and Big Mac were out," said Sweetie, her eyes seeming to look past Coral, sitting in his chair. "Applebloom suggested we have a little drink, and well...there was plenty right there."

"Uh, how is she, uh...tastin'?" asked AJ, blushing a bit.

"Well, a little sour," said Scootaloo, scrunching up her face. "Not quite sure why, though."

"Maybe I can fix that," smiled Coral. "What do you say, girls? Think there's an apple in the barn that needs some attention?"

"Maybe she just needs a little TLC," said Sweetie, rinsing out the mugs in the kitchen. "Maybe you should talk to her, Applejack."

"Yeah," said Scootaloo, picking up a dish towel. "I think she needs someone close to her to give her a little pick-me-up."

"Um, hellooo?" asked Coral, waving his arms. "Fiance here, offering to help?"

"Uh, girls, is everything okay?" asked Applejack, looking at Coral, waving his arms, and the two fillies just ignoring him.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine," said Sweetie. "Say, think I should make arrangements for Rarity to come on up? Maybe start measuring Applebloom for her wedding dress?"

"Maybe after we get done with the zap apples," said AJ. "I know you girls are eager to help plan for the big day, but we got time on this one."

"Yeah," chimed in Coral. "Besides, don't I get a say in-"

"Well, if you insist, Applejack," said Scootaloo. "Sweetie and I were just thinking, maybe we could get our cutie marks in wedding planning."

"Yeah," said Sweetie. "Seeing as how Applebloom's got her cutie mark, maybe this wedding will help us earn ours too!"

"Well, you never know," replied AJ.

"Yeah. Well, we're gonna take off, but say 'hi' to Big Mac for us, and to Granny Smith when she wakes up," said Sweetie Belle.

"Hey, what about me?" asked Coral, as the girls walked right past him, and out the door.

"Bye, Applejack," they called back, as the door closed.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments, with the only sound being the creaking of Granny's rocking chair.

"Did I turn invisible for a few minutes?" asked Coral.

"Not that I could tell," replied Applejack.

"Usually they're giggling and squealing at me," he said. "That was...weird."

"Any reason you can think of why they were acting like they were?"

"...no?"

"Well, maybe you can ask Applebloom about it later on tonight. You know how close she is with those two."

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As dinnertime approached, Coral offered to help prepare dinner, and Applejack kindly accepted the offer.

Pretty soon, the table was set with a hot meal, as the Apples (minus Applebloom), took their seats. As they did so, Coral prepared a plate for himself, and one for his fiance.

"You don't mind if I eat out in the barn with Applebloom, right?" he asked.

"Just as long as you do it with yer clothes 'on,' ah don't mind," said AJ, making Coral blush. "Besides, I think she'll be pleased as punch to have a little dinner for two."

Coral quickly got a few glasses, before turning back to his future sister-in-law.

"Um, is it okay, if I-we, me and Applebloom, drink her...?"

"Of course you can. You don't want good milk to go to waste."

"Th-thanks, Applejack! Hope to also find out why she may be a little sour. I'm sure it's nothing, but I just want to be sure."

Coral found his hands full, as he headed out to the barn. Eventually, he set the items down on a nearby hay bale, and opened the door.

"Evening, honey," he called out, happily picking their dinner up, and strolling inside. "Hope you weren't too lonely while I was working and all. Boy, crazy day today. I think I understand why yer family calls em 'zap apples' now. Granny and I we-um, are you alright, Applebloom?"

He had just taken a good look at his fiance's face...well, half of it. She was leaning against her bosom, looking either bored or upset, with half her face buried against her right breast.

"Hey," he said, trotting over a bit faster. "Is something wrong?"

"...ah don't know," she said, slowly looking him in the eye. "Do you think something's wrong?"

"Well, this is our first dinner together as a couple since I was allowed back on the farm. I thought you'd be a bit more, excited."

"Well...yay, ah guess," she said, with all the enthusiasm of a cupcake wrapper, blowing in the wind. "So, are we gonna eat, or what?"

"Sure, of course!" he said, handing her her plate, and setting his down on top of her breast. "I helped make dinner tonight, hope you like-"

"I'm thirsty, get me some milk," said AB coldly, quietly beginning to eat.

Her tone made Coral a little uneasy, but he obeyed her wishes. Going to her left nipple, he began squeezing, but was surprised that while milk was spurting out, no sounds of pleasure were coming from Applebloom.

Returning over to her with the filled mugs, she quietly took hers with one hand, and continued to eat with her other hand.

Coral chose that point to take a drink of her milk, but got no hint of a sour taste, like he'd heard a few hours ago.

"Say, is everything alright?" he asked. "Scootaloo was saying your milk tasted a little sour-"

"Can ah just eat, please?" she said, sounding annoyed. "I don't feel like talking."

That seemed to end the conversation for good. For the next 10 minutes, Coral tried to focus on eating, but he was feeling nervous, watching the pony he had proposed to, giving him the silent treatment. Not once as she ate, did she look him in the face.

Finally, she finished her meal, emptied her mug, and handed the items over to him.

"Thank you fer helping with dinner," she said. "Good night."

"G-good night?" he asked. "Applebloom, it's only a little after seven-"

"I said, good night," she said, sounding annoyed. "Please cover me up, and close the barn doors."

The queasy feeling in Coral's stomach intensified, as he did as he was told. After covering her bosom with her blankets, he headed back to her, and tried to give her a kiss, but she turned away from him, even as he tried several more times!

"Hey come on, silly filly," he said, trying to sound as peppy as Granny Smith. "Don'tcha want a lil' kiss-"

"I wanna go to sleep," she said, sticking a hand in his face. "Good night!"

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"That was fast," said Granny, as Coral came through the door. "Applejack figgered we'd need to haul you outta there in a few hours."

"Well, I guess, Applebloom just wants to be alone," said Coral, not disguising the look of worry on his face.

"Is something wrong?" asked AJ, watching as he put the empty dishes in the sink, and slumped into a chair.

"Well, I was real excited to talk with her and all, but, she was being...real quiet. Not saying much, and then, wanting to go to sleep."

"Well, that doesn't sound like the Applebloom ah thought we had back," replied AJ, putting on her hat. "I'm gonna go have a little chat with her, sister-to-sister."

Coral took a few minutes, watching AJ walk across the yard to the barn. After a short while, he got up and cleaned out the dishes he had brought back, and then slumped back down in his chair. Before long, Applejack returned to the house.

"So, what did you find out?" he asked, eagerly.

"She's alright, thank Celestia," replied AJ,taking off her hat. "She tells me she's just a little...concerned."

"Concerned? Concerned about what?"

"She didn't say, but I think maybe we should talk with her about that tomorrow, b'fore heading out to the orchard."

"Well, why not just get it over with tonight?"

"Coral, she said she was tired. Let her rest, and we'll check on her in the morning, okay?"

That seemed to end the conversation, and Coral excused himself to his room.

Lying on his bed, he tried to relax, but that look on Applebloom's face seemed to haunt him. He couldn't recall her ever being so 'cold' towards him. Plus, why had Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo acted like he hadn't been right in front of them?

He tried to relax, but his mind was like a sputtering engine: just when his worrying had died down, his brain would start back up again!

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Coral's eyes popped open as the cock crowed.

He hadn't been sure when he'd fallen asleep, but in seconds, he was getting his things together, and heading for the bathroom.

After he was finished, his nervous energy had returned, and he found himself soon working on making pancakes in the kitchen. It was an awkward situation, as he had to cook them sideways, keeping his swollen bulge away from the stove.

He had already made half-a-dozen by the time the Apples had come downstairs.

"Morning all," he said. "Feeling a bit full of energy today. Pancakes?"

The family verbalized their thanks, and sat down at the table. Coral's cakes weren't perfect, but they weren't bad either.

Coral also prepared a plate for Applebloom, as the family finished up at the table.

"Big Mac, you n' Granny get started," said AJ. "Coral and I need to talk to Applebloom."

Soon, the two were at the barn doors, and AJ gave a knock.

"It's us, Applebloom," she called out.

"Come on in, sis," came AB's voice from within.

As they entered, Coral held the plate of pancakes out to her.

"Hi, honey," he smiled. "I made breakfa-"

"Applejack, you said there was somethin' we were gonna talk about this morning?" asked AB, cutting Coral off.

"Eeyup," said Applejack, taking the pancakes from Coral, and placing them on a nearby barrel. "Now then Coral, it seems we need to have another talk."

"Another...talk?" he gulped. "But, nothing happened! You saw me, I went straight to bed and never left the house-"

"We're not talkin' bout that...we're talking about what you did, yesterday."

"Yesterday? Wh-what did I do yesterday? I helped you out in the orchard, I helped Granny Smith-"

"And ignored your fiance?" asked AJ, crossing her arms.

"I-ignored!?" he asked, beginning to laugh. "Applejack, this is crazy-"

"Coral Leaf, this ain't no laughing matter," snapped AJ, shutting him up fast! "You proposed to Applebloom just the other day, and suddenly, you're ignoring her and her friends?"

Coral found his lips fumbling for words, as he glanced from Applejack, to Applebloom.

"T-t-they were just makin' a lot of racket-"

"Ah wuz makin' a racket?" asked Applebloom, sounding hurt. "See, Applejack? He's not takin' what he did seriously!"

"Well, I think you're both overreacting-"

"Now stop! Right! There!" came AJ's voice, in three punctuated bursts. "Coral Leaf, you are not going anywhere, until you apologize to my sister and me for what you just said, and what you did yesterday. Ignoring yer fiance and her friends, is not okay with me."

Coral could feel both sets of eyes on him, as he took a deep sigh.

"I'm...sorry," he said. "I'm sorry that I ignored you yesterday, Applebloom. And, I'm sorry Applejack, that I said you both overreacted."

"I accept your apology," smiled Applebloom.

"And me too," said Applejack. "Now, doesn't it feel good that we got that straightened out?"

Like fun it does, thought Coral to himself, as he nodded.

"Good! Well, we better get on out to the orchard, before the third sign hits. Still gotta water some of the trees-oh, and can't forget the pancakes!"

Coral reached for them, but was beaten to the punch by AJ, who whisked them over to her sister, who was licking her lips.

"Mmmm, these sure look tasty," she smiled.

"Care to give the chef a kiss?" smiled Coral, looking hopeful.

"Mmmmmm-nah," said AB, shaking her head, and causing her bosom to undulate slightly. "Maybe later, after you apologize to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo."

"Sounds fair to me," said AJ. "From what Applebloom told me, you were being just as rude to them too."

"...fine," said Coral, turning around, and walking out of the barn. "I'll do that later."

"When you apologize to em later, you better mean it!" Applebloom called after him.

After he had wandered off a ways, both of the sisters looked at each other, before smiling mischievously, at how well their little 'game' had just gone!

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The zap apple orchard had definitely changed since the day before! Each of the trees had sprouted a full compliment of leaves, contrasting the bare branches from the day before.

Coral had quickly gotten to work watering some of the trees, as Granny wandered around, keeping an eye on things.

They didn't have long to wait, when out of nowhere, the wind picked up, and the air was filled with the sounds of numerous crows!

"The third sign!" cried Granny, as the crows circled overhead, in a strange-yet-familiar pattern.

Then, with a crackling of electricity, a number of blossoms sparked to life, opening up on each of the trees!

The sight caused the Apples to whoop it up, and even Coral put aside his semi-sour mood, and joined them.

"Half-way there," AJ told Coral.

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac.

That afternoon, Coral returned to the farm, where he found that Sweetie and Scootaloo were out in the open with Applebloom.

"Hi, Coral," called out Applebloom. "Ah think you have somethin' to say to my friends?"

"Eeyup," he nodded, coming over to them. "Hi, Sweetie. Hi Scootaloo."

"No, that thing me n' Applejack talked with you about this morning...remember?"

"I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle. I'm sorry, Scootaloo. I shouldn't have ignored you girls."

The two had been keeping their attention on Applebloom as Coral had come over, but as soon as he finished apologizing, they turned to look at him, and squeaked in unison!

"Eek! Coral, where did you come from? We turned around, and you were right there!"

"Ve-ry funny," he said, rolling his eyes. "So, what are you three fillies up to? Thick as thieves?"

"Thick!?" asked Sweetie, looking down at her curvy body. "For your information Coral Leaf, I am not, thick...Rarity says I'm, voluptuous!"

"It was a figure of speech, Sweetie Belle. It means, I was thinking you three were planning something. So...are you?"

"Maaaaybe?" The three girls said in unison, gazing away from him.

"Alright, fine," he said. "You wanna play games, play games. As for me, I got work to do."

"Byyyyeeee, Coral," they cooed as he headed to the door.

"Byyyyyyeeee girls," he said turning to them, making a goofy face, before entering the house.

"What kinda disrespect is this!?"

Coral almost hit the ceiling, hearing Granny Smith's voice from the kitchen!

"Wha-nono Granny, I didn't mean any-"

It was then he saw her in a helmet, eyeing a number of glass jars, sitting on the table. One she was looking at, had it's lid askew.

"If you ain't gonna get with it, you kin just git out!"

Coral quickly jumped behind the couch, as Granny lobbed the jar at the nearest trash can.

"So," she said, looking at the other jars. "Am I gonna have any trouble outta the rest of ya?"

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Coral stayed out of Granny's way for the rest of the day. Later on that evening, he voiced his concerns to AJ, who just laughed off what he saw.

"It's all part of Granny's routine," she said. "Even when it comes to the jars we put the jam in, she can be very exact."

"I see," he said. "So, when's the next sign?"

"Tomorrow evening. It's quite a sight, though luckily, we won't need to be out in the orchard until the day after. So, you better be ready to harvest."

"Of course," he nodded. "Do the zap apples go bad if you don't pick em fast enough?"

"Nope, they disappear."

"Seriously?"

"Ah wouldn't kid bout that," said AJ, looking seriously at him.

"Alright alright, I didn't mean any disrespect. I just, never heard of that happening to apples before."

"These are zap apples, Coral. And once they're ready, you'll see for yerself how special they are."

"So, what's the next sign we have to look forward to? Not more crows, right?"

"Nope. We're due for a meteor shower."

"Really?" he asked. "I remember reading about them in a few books my Aunt sent me, but never seen one before."

"Well, guess there's a first time fer everything," smiled AJ. "Usually happens after dinner time."

"Okay," he replied, before getting an idea. "Say Applejack, would you mind if I watched the meteor shower with Applebloom?"

"Don't see why not. Just make sure she's back in the barn after it's over, and that you check in with me before you go to sleep."

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For the next 24 hours, Coral tried to keep himself busy, but he found himself eagerly waiting for the sun to set the next day.

In the afternoon, he told the girls about watching the shower with them, and they agreed to watch the event.

For the rest of the day, Coral and the other Apples were busy watering the zap apple trees, and making sure everything was in order.

Finally, as the sun began to set, they returned to the house for dinner. Because Coral and the girls had their evening plans, Applejack allowed them to eat out in the yard.

Coral's apology seemed to be holding up, as they were all incredibly talkative.

"So, ready for yer first harvest, Coral?" asked Scootaloo.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied. "Applejack said we have to be quick, and I'm gonna make sure we don't miss a single zap apple."

"Well, don't strain yerself," cautioned Applebloom. "Wish I could help but, y'know, I'm not built fer apple harvestin' anymore."

"Yep," smiled Coral, rubbing the curve of her massive chest. "You've become a one-pony milk factory."

"Ah hope you realize I'm more than just a giant pair of milk tanks," smiled Applebloom.

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have proposed, silly filly," he replied, making the words sound the way Granny Smith said them.

"Hey, it's starting!" called out Scootaloo.

As Coral's eyes were drawn skyward, numerous streaks of white light arced across the sky. Peering through a telescope Applejack had given them, he focused on several, seeing their star-shapes giving off a sparkling plume of dust, as they disappeared over the far-off horizon.

"Hey you gonna hog that thing all night?" he heard Applebloom ask, with a playful whine.

"Course not," he replied, detaching the telescope from it's base, and bringing it over to her.

Pretty soon, everypony was crowded around Applebloom, passing the telescope from one to the other. The shower lasted for another few minutes, before the sky calmed.

"So, what does that sign mean?" asked Coral, once the show had ended.

"That means the zap apples just blossomed," replied Scootaloo. "They look just like little grey apples, but you can't pick em."

"Yeah, we learned that the hard way," said Sweetie Belle.

"Oh, really?" asked Coral. "What kind of mischief did you three get into-"

"Bedtime, everypony!" came Applejack's voice from the porch. "shower's over, and that means harvestin's tomorrow!"

"Guess you'll have to wait another day to find out," said Scootaloo.

After hefting Applebloom back into the barn, the friends said their goodbyes, and Coral got several goodnight kisses from his fiance, before the doors were closed.

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Coral was already awake before the cock crowed the next day, and just like the day before, he was ready to spring from his bed once he 'heard the bird.'

The other Apples were once again met with a ready-made breakfast by the time they were cleaned up.

"Think yer sister hit the appletree with this one," Coral heard Granny chuckle to Applejack, as Coral made sure everyone was set for breakfast.

He then headed out to the barn, and had his breakfast with Applebloom. His attention bounced between her and the farm house, as they enjoyed each other's company.

Finally, when the Apples emerged, he gave her a kiss, and bounded out to join them.

Upon reaching the orchard, he observed the grey apples in the trees, just as Scootaloo had described.

"Are these the zap apples?" he asked, grabbing a nearby ladder.

"Not yet they ain't," replied Applejack. "Should be any second now. Granny said she could feel it in her bones."

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling overhead, and soon the sunny morning disappeared behind some pitch-black storm clouds!

The clouds looked to be the most threatening Coral had ever seen. He was about to run for cover, when a firm, red hand grabbed his arm.

"Nope," he heard Big Mac say, as the tall stallion pointed. "Look."

Suddenly, the air was further electrified as numerous bolts of lightning flashed across the sky.

"Here it comes!!" squealed Granny Smith.

Coral was waiting for a torrential downpour to suddenly drench them all, but was amazed as the dark clouds parted, as if by magic! As a rainbow faded into view over the orchard, the crackle of lightning was heard a hundred times over, all around them.

As Coral watched the nearest tree, he saw the closest grey apple, suddenly change before his eyes. It's compact shape elongated slightly, and rainbow colors swirled around it's surface, as if an invisible painter was using it for a canvas.

He laughed and smiled, not believing his eyes, as every apple he could see, repeated the same process, before rainbow-colored beams shot every-which-way around the orchard! After a few minutes, the beams dissapated, and a wavering rainbow halo wafted over the orchard!

"The zap apple harvest has begun!" cried out Applejack.

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Coral wasted no time in getting to work. Even with his significant bulge being squished against the ladder as he tried to pick apples deeper within the trees, he swore he was going to prove himself just as capable of harvesting zap apples, as he had been at applebucking!

"Now don't over-exert yerself, Coral," said Applejack, as he almost fell off the ladder, upon trying to pick clean his fourth tree.

"I just wanna make sure we get every last one, Applejack," he replied.

"Well, that don't mean you need to be breakin' somethin' in the process," chimed in Granny Smith. "We gotta get you to yer wedding in one piece."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac.

And so, Coral backed off his eagerness a tad, but still tried to keep moving at a brisk pace (well, as brisk a pace as he could manage).

As the day wore on, Applejack rushed back to the house several times, and returned with juice and sandwiches! The Apples and Coral found themselves taking some time to eat, though as the sun rose high in the noon-day sky, they took a few smaller breaks in the shade of the trees.

When the sun began to set, Applejack claimed they were almost done, and in no time, the last of the trees had been picked clean, and much rejoicing was had by the family and Coral!

"Tomorrow, I'll get started on makin' that jam," proclaimed Granny. "Should have it ready in a few days time to sell."

"Say Applejack," asked Coral. "Remember that proposal I had fer the cider you didn't sell a few weeks ago?"

"Sure do," said AJ.

"Think we can also sell off the remainder alongside the jam? I'll take care of the stand and all myself, so you can focus on selling the jam."

"Well, I think we can handle selling both cider and jam, Coral. besides, I'm sure we'll be able to sell off that extra cider, pretty quickly."

"Sounds good," said Coral, before getting a bit quiet. "Though, I can handle the barrels...since, I know there's a few that contain, Applebloom's milk."

"Oh right, I almost forgot," replied AJ. "Well, we can both keep an eye out fer those."

"Sounds good to me," smiled Coral, as they started hefting baskets of zap apples onto a nearby cart.

"Less talkin' and more walkin'," commanded Granny Smith. "The sooner we get these apples back to the farm, the better!"

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The next few days were a whirlwind of activity on Sweet Apple Acres.

While Applejack assisted Granny Smith with making the jam, Coral, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, headed to town with fliers, to advertise the upcoming sale of the jam. Coral also found time to help Big Mac, set up both the zap apple and cider stands, down by the main road.

Granny worked like a possessed pony, as jar-after-jar of the jam, began to fill the Apple's living room. Per the family's deal with the Rich family, 100 jars had been set aside in a corner for Filthy Rich to claim.

As Coral observed Granny working in the kitchen, she allowed him a few samples. The sweet taste of the bee's honey mixed with the rainbow-colored apples was very tasty, and Coral had to stop himself from asking for more. However, he did ask Applejack if he could set aside some jars for his folks.

"I think we can spare some for them," she smiled. "I'm sure Gentle and Chestnut would like to taste some of what their son worked on."

"Well, I didn't do much," said Coral.

"Nonsense," said Granny, stirring the jam on the stove. "You done painted them polka-dots, sang to the water, and helped harvest the zap apples. In my book, that means yer just as much a part of what makes this batch so dad-gum tasty!"

Coral just smiled, as he got back to work, happy in what he had helped with.

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During the second day of jam preparation, the Apples were surprised to hear a knock on the door as they were finishing up their breakfast.

"Hello, Apple family," came Filthy Rich's voice through the door. "Hope I wasn't disturbin' yer meal."

"Nope," said AJ, opening the door. "We're just finishing up things here."

"Glad to hear that, Ms Applejack. Saw the fliers in town, and figured my 100 jars were waiting for me?"

"They sure are, Mr Rich. Coral can help you with those."

It didn't take Coral long, and soon, the jars were outside, and in the hands of some younger stallions from Filthy's Ponyville store.

"Thanks for your help, Coral," smiled Filthy, giving him a handshake. "Course, seems a bit of a shame that with so many stores, we only get a hundred jars. Maybe you could see to giving us a few more?"

"Sorry, Mr Rich," smiled Coral. "That's fer Granny Smith to decide, and from what I hear, she's not looking to change that deal anytime soon. And I can't make that decision for her: I'm not an Apple."

"Okay, okay," said Filthy, sounding a little disappointed. "Speaking of Apples, where's your fiance? Thought Applebloom would be at the table with her family."

"Well, she's, gotten a bit, bigger, since the harvest dance."

"Oh. Is she a bit shy about herself?"

"Not quite," said Coral, before getting an idea. "Would you like to see her?"

"Of course I would. Is she up in her room?"

"Actually, she's in the barn."

Filthy told his assistants to sit tight, as he and Coral headed to the barn. Coral asked for a few minutes, and snuck inside to wake her up. After he had told Applebloom who was outside, and covered up her nipples ("we gotta keep you decent for non-family," he said), Coral threw open the doors.

Both Coral and Applebloom tried to keep from laughing, as they saw Filthy's big blue eyes widen at the sight of the prodigious pony, several blankets covering her nipples, but plenty of golden breast-flesh to be seen in the sunlight.

"Mornin,' Mr Rich," greeted Applebloom. "Come on by to pick up yer hundred jars?"

"Uh-h-hi, yes, um, I have," squeaked out Filthy, before suddenly, there was a thud from outside.

Everyone turned to see that one of the assistants from Barnyard Bargains, had fainted!

"Never had that happen before," said Coral. "Why don't you two talk fer a bit, and I'll get him some water?"

And so, Coral rushed off, leaving the businesspony and Applebloom alone.

"Coral told me bout the discount you gave him," said Applebloom. "Thanks so much fer doin' that."

"Oh, well I just wanted to give you two lovebirds some help starting off," he chuckled, trying not to stare.

"It's okay," said Applebloom. "I'm kinda gettin' used to ponies staring at 'them.'"

Applebloom then related to Filthy about how she and Coral had grown during the barn dance, but the family hadn't publicized what had happened to her. Of course, she tried to keep what happened 'polite,' and not get into how 'messy' things had been.

"So, you seem pretty...'full,' for a filly," he replied.

"Eeyup," she said, proudly. "Coral says I'm a milkmare now."

"A, milkmare?" You mean you're filled with-"

"Eeyup again! Good thing ah found a stallion who knows how to treat a girl like me right. Say, you wanna try some?"

Filthy's face flinched a bit, whether from nervousness or revulsion, Applebloom couldn't tell.

"N-no thanks Applebloom I'll, I'll take your word that it's good," he said.

"Ah know it sounds strange, but my milk's just as good as a cow's-"

"I'm sure it is," he said, looking out the barn door. "Oh, I see your fiance's revived my assistant. Think I'll see how the fella's doing."

"Um, ok."

By the time Filthy had come over to Coral, the assistant was back on his hooves, and trying not to stare into the barn.

Filthy thanked Coral for his help, and he and his helpers soon began the trek back to Ponyville.

Once he had left, Coral joined Applebloom for a little chat.

"Is that one stallion gonna be alright?" said Applebloom.

"Yeah, I think he was just overwhelmed with how big you are," replied Coral. "He perked right up, but I kept him looking away. Didn't want him to collapse again."

"I thought it was kinda cute," blushed Applebloom. "I also offered Mr Rich some milk, but he didn't seem to want any."

"Well, can't win over everypony on the first try. Who knows? Maybe he'll come around to it later on. I mean, Applejack convinced Gus to sell some of Mom's milk at his store...maybe if we play our cards right, we could get Mr Rich to do the same with yours."

"It would make me feel better bout not having so much of this stuff goin' to waste," replied Applebloom, caressing her chest. "Feels a little sad that ah make so much, and it never gets drunk, except by a few ponies."

"Speaking of a few ponies," said Coral, a sly smile on his face. "I could go for a mug or three!"

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The day after Filthy's visit, the family was up early, bringing jars of jam, and barrels of cider down to the roadside, where just like several weeks before, a long line of ponies had already snaked off into the distance.

As Coral hooked up the first of the remaining barrels of cider to the cider stand, Applejack stepped out to make her announcement.

"Good morning, everypony," she called out, a cheer rippling through the crowd. "So, whose ready for some zap apple jam?"

A louder cheer rose up from the masses.

"That's what we Apples love to hear! We also got a special treat fer those of you, that may not have gotten yer fill of our Apple Family Cider. We had such a big harvest this year, that we gots us some reserves.
"So once you get yer jam, just mosey on over to the cider stand for a mug or three. We got only 18 barrels left, so I betcha this stuff is gonna go fast.
"Oh, and one more thing. I would like to add, that all sales of our cider reserves, are gonna go to the fund to build Ponyville a new library. We kinda put that fund on hold, but I think it's time we brought it back!"

Coral was checking the cider hose, when he heard those words! Looking up, he saw AJ give him a wink, as she headed to the jam stand, as the sales began!

Even with the emphasis on the jam, every other customer was coming over, and purchasing cider from Coral. Several did inquire about the need for a new library, and Coral happily explained how beneficial it could be to the community, as well as what Applebloom and her friends had told him about the Golden Oak Library.

As the afternoon approached, Sweetie and Scootaloo came by, and headed up to the farm. After awhile, they joined Coral at his stand, and had brought him a few mugs of milk.

"Freshly-squeezed," whispered Scootaloo.

Coral quietly smiled, taking a swig of his Applebloom's milk, as the two fillies helped talk up some younger ponies about the library.

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By the end of the day, the Apples had not only moved a good amount of jam, but had sold enough cider to leave only 4 barrels! Plus, one of the barrels that had been opened, had contained Applebloom's milk from a previous milking, meaning one more barrel of the stuff, was still to be found.

The family shut down their booths a little before dinnertime, with the promise of more jam the next day.

"And we got only a few barrels of cider reserves left," AJ called out to the departing customers. "If you love our cider, this might be yer last chance to have some b'fore next cider season, so come on back tomorrow!"

The family reconvened out in the yard some time later for dinner, with Applebloom having been brought out of the barn again. She listened intently at how the day had gone, and lit up when Coral mentioned where the cider sales money was going to.

"Now that was a real nice surprise, sis," she said to Applejack.

"Well, I will admit it isn't much," replied Applejack. "But I felt it's a start to get your cause goin' again, Coral. I know we had a good amount of bits before...the...well, y'know."

"Yeah, we know," said Coral, his eyes darting down to his bulge, and the the huge orbs of his fiance, their dark nipples catching a shine off the sun overhead. "But we both understand that what you did, needed to be done. And what we're collecting from the small sale of the reserves, it's a brand-new start. I really appreciate it."

"'We' really appreciate it," corrected Applebloom, reaching out, and giving his right hand a firm squeeze.

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The next day, the Apples and Coral were back to selling. As the line of ponies continued, Coral was surprised to see Twilight Sparkle, picking up a few jars of jam, and heading over to him.

"Well hello there, Coral," she smiled.

"Hi Pri-I mean, Twilight," he blushed.

"It's alright. Even I'm still not used to it! So, Applejack says you're going to be joining the Apple family soon! Congratulations!"

"Well, thanks," he blushed. "Applebloom is a wonderful filly."

"She sure is. So, when's the big day?"

"We haven't planned that far ahead yet. Once we finish selling off the jam and the cider reserves, we'll probably get right on it."

"Sounds good. I bet your parents are thrilled to hear the good news!"

"Well, actually, I haven't sent them a letter in awhile. I really should get on that."

"I agree. This kind of good news is meant to be shared as soon as possible, especially with family. Well, I better get back to the castle, but let me know if I can give you two a hand. Always glad to help out my friends!"

"I will," said Coral, as he watched Twilight start to walk away, before a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. "Hey, Twilight!"

"Yes?" she asked, turning back to look at him.

"How good are you at...teleporting?"

Author's Note

Whew!

I thought this chapter might be simple enough to get through, but it really had me looking for ways to procrastinate!

If you know your MLP episodes, this one takes some cues from Family Appreciation Day. I tried to not get too in-depth over all the steps, but it does borrow that back-and-forth between jam preparations, and a character going through some things.

I could imagine some wondering how I could go from something so jubilant in the last chapter, to being a bit 'boring' in this one, but there is a 'method to the madness.'

While we do have Coral back on the farm, I felt this chapter could serve as a great way to re-introduce him back into it's ways, and show him once again interacting with the Apples.

I find it's sometimes fun when the girls can drive the guys a little crazy, so I concocted the bit where AB and her friends are ignoring Coral, since he was ignoring them. I debated whether or not to make him so naive about it, but I could see it totally being something girls would give a guy grief over, and he would half-remember why these things are happening.

Introducing Filthy Rich to the piece was somewhat fun. I went over several different ways he could meet Applebloom in the end, and I think it turned out pretty good (at least I'm happier with it than the first iteration!). I had also considered Coral giving Filthy some cider as a thank you for the discount card, but it felt like too much 'extra work' that we didn't really need.

Well, now that that's taken care of, and zap apple season is coming to a close, we can get onto a more intriguing, and emotional chapter 16! Hopefully, the words and ideas will flow a little smoother.

Chapter 16

The Apple family and Coral Leaf, were soon able to breathe a sigh of relief, once the last jar of zap apple jam had been sold. As an added bonus, they had managed to also sell the last of their reserves from cider season. Coral was particularly happy about this, as Applejack had given him permission to use the cider sales money, to restart his planned fund to build Ponyville a new library.

Of course, once everything was put away for zap apple season, the family found themselves quickly planning for their next big event: Applebloom and Coral Leaf's wedding!

A few days later, Applebloom was out in the yard, with her family and Coral around her, as Applejack took down notes. Coral claimed she didn't need to do that, but his request was quickly shot down.

"This here's mah lil' sister's big day, Coral Leaf" said AJ sternly, "And I intend to see that it goes just as smoothly, as one of our apple harvests."

Of course, Coral knew better than to argue with that statement (or Applejack!), and the planning began.

It was quickly decided that it would be best to hold the wedding in four months time. Applejack figured that would give them plenty of time for her to get invitations sent out to her friends and family, and for Coral to get all his relation's names from his parents, so they could be included in the send-off as well.

When it came to catering the event, Applejack planned to have the Cakes prepare the wedding treats, and Pinkie Pie would be in charge of party-planning.

Of course, there was also the matter of attire, as it seemed pretty obvious that Applejack wasn't going to let Applebloom get married with her huge bosom, plopped out for everypony to see. The subject also turned to Coral's mother, Gentle Bounty, who was a great deal larger than Applebloom. With a need for such voluminous dressing for the two, it was felt by several in the discussion, that only one pony would suffice to get the job done: Rarity!

And so, once the meeting was adjourned, Coral walked into town, and made a beeline for Carousel Boutique.

Opening the door, he was surprised that after only a few seconds inside, Rarity suddenly zoomed into his field of vision and embraced him in a hug (her knees squished against his considerable bulge!).

"CORAL!!" she squealed, along with suishing her sizable bosom against his chest. "Oo-woo-woo, congratulations, you lucky stallion! Sweetie Belle told me the wonderful news! I am so happy for you and Applebloom!"

"Th-thanks, Rarity," smiled Coral, the contact with her making him 'start to swell below.' "Um, you think you could let me go?"

"Ohohohoh, Coral dear," smiled Rarity. "I haven't seen you in sooo long! Can't I just embrace one of my favorite stallions-"

"A-HEM!!"

Both of them turned to see Sweetie Belle looking down from the nearby staircase, her arms crossed under her bosom, and her eyes narrowed at her older sister.

"WHAT!?" Squeaked Rarity, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Honestly, Sweetie Belle. You really should learn the finer points of-"

"There are hugs, and there are embraces, Rarity," replied Sweetie, with a matter-of-fact tone. "Friends hug, couples embrace...and, you and Coral, aren't a couple...are you?"

"Um, well-I-I-uh-," stuttered Rarity, as she backed away from Coral. "Well, I will just go and make our guest some tea. Do be a dear and entertain him, please?"

Coral had to chuckle as Rarity strode off into the kitchen (a sassy sashay in her walk), and Sweetie came over to him.

"Thanks," he smiled. "I was getting a little, 'full' up-front."

"Only a little?" Smirked Sweetie, playfully giving his bulge a rub with her leg. "Want me to make it...a lot?"

"Hey now, you behave yourself, or I'll have Applebloom reconsider your role in our wedding?"

"You wouldn't dare!" gasped Sweetie.

"Well, then you play nice like a good little Crusader then," smiled Coral, giving her a little pat on her curly hair, as if she were 8-years-old. "After we're done here, we'll have to pick up Scootaloo and bring you both up to the farm, along with Rarity."

"What's this about going up to the farm?" asked Rarity, bringing in the tea tray.

"Well, it's one of the reasons I came to fetch you," said Coral, as Rarity poured him some tea. "We've decided to hold the wedding in four months, and, seeing as how you've been so good at keeping me and Applebloom clothed-"

"YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOUR WEDDING APPAREL!?" squealed Rarity, the tea tray on her lap clattering to the floor.

"Y-yes," smiled Coral.

"Oh, I shall gladly take on the task! Just let me get a few things, and we can head on up immediately!"

Coral and Sweetie watched as Rarity rushed upstairs, leaving the tea tray's contents spilled on the floor.

"She'll realize what happened later," shrugged Sweetie. "It's what she does."

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After Rarity packed the necessary equipment for her task (including at least 5 tape measures), the group headed over to Scootaloo's place to pick her up, before making their way back to Sweet Apple Acres. Of course, upon seeing Applebloom, Rarity immediately rushed over to give her a hug, and gush over how honored she was to be outfitting the wedding party.

"Well, speakin' of the wedding party," smiled AB, "I wanted to get a few, 'important roles,' decided on today."

"Really?" asked Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, in eager unison.

"You bet. Girls, I'm a big pony as you kin see, and well, a big bride like ma'self, is gonna need her some bridesmaids-"

"OF COURSE WE WILL!!!" they both squealed, sounding more like their pre-teen selves than grown ponies. "We thought you'd never ask!!"

"Well, glad that's settled. Now fer you, Applejack."

"Me?" asked AJ. "Well, ah'd be proud to be one of yer bridesmaids as well, sis."

"Not a bridesmaid, Applejack...I want you to be my Mare of Honor."

There was a stunned hush that fell over the farm, as AJ's green eyes went wide.

"M-m-mare of honor? A-are you sure-"

"We're sure," smiled Applebloom, looking to Coral. "We were discussing it the other night, weren't we honey?"

"Eeyup," nodded Coral. "We both want you up there with us, when we say our vows. Ah think it's fitting that you be there to give yer sister away."

Applejack couldn't help but smile hugely. All eyes in the farmyard were on her, with Granny and Big Mac even giving some affirming nods.

"Oh, alright," she replied, seconds before the farm erupted in cheers, and Rarity gave her friend a big hug.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent taking measurements.

It was helpful that Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were also present, as Rarity took updated measurements of them as well.

As expected, Applebloom's measurements took a little extra effort to get...notably with her bustline. It turned out that five tape measures just weren't enough, and using some 'cattle markers,' the enormous filly found Rarity marking off certain intervals of measurement, across her full bosom!

When it came to Coral, Rarity requested she conduct his session privately, leading to Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, shooting the curly-haired pony the stink-eye.

"Girls, please," she smiled. "Coral as you know, is...special! I just want to see what I have to work with here. I mean, we don't want him bursting his britches in front of the family, now do we?"

"She does have a point," blushed Coral. "I mean, it is going to be a very exciting day, and, I definitely don't want to traumatize any of our family."

"Wellll, you just remember whose yer special somepony," warned Applebloom, wagging her finger at Coral.

"How could I forget?" he smiled, walking over to the trio. However, as he got within arm's reach of his fiance, Coral suddenly, twirled around, and embraced a surprised Scootaloo. "Right, darling?"

The orange filly burst out laughing, as Coral playfully planted a few kisses on her cheeks, and stood her upright.

"Ve-ry fun-ny," smirked Applebloom, as even Sweetie was giggling at what he had done.

"Well, gotta go, girls. Rarity and I have a date, isn't that right?" He chuckled, putting an arm around her shoulder, causing the fashionista to blush! "See you later, girls!"

"Yer pushin' yer luck, mister Coral Leaf," he heard AB yell, amidst her friends still laughing at what had happened.

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Soon, Coral found himself naked in his bedroom, as Rarity unspooled one of her measuring tapes.

"Just relax, darling," she cooed. "Close your eyes, and pretend I'm not even here."

"Can do," smiled Coral, and did as he was told.

*He could see Applebloom, standing before him, stark-naked, in the Apple's barn. Her normal-sized arms, began to press firmly into the massive mounds of breast-flesh, making them undulate like hypnotic waves.

His eyes traveled from her face, down the yellow expanse of tit-flesh, before resting on her darkened nipples. He could feel himself getting warm, as their soft forms hardened into thick, fleshy nubs: perky, and at attention for their special somepony.

His gaze was drawn back to her face, as she beckoned him to come closer.

Rising into his field of vision, he saw his massive cock leading the way into her bosom. He could feel her chest envelope his cock and balls, before he found himself in his most favorite place in all of Equestria.

Her mouth opened wide, and-

"I think you're good and hard, Coral," he heard her say, in Rarity's voice!*

The lilting voice caused him to opened his eyes, and sure enough, his massive hard-on angled up from above his swollen scotum!

Rarity moved as quickly as she could, though Coral could swear her fingers were flitting across his huge 'hard-on,' a bit too often.

Even so, she was very precise, even taking measurements of his cock's massive girth, as well as how big his scrotum was.

"Well, I shall surely put these figures to good use," she smiled, as Coral struggled to squeeze back into his underwear. "You can rest well Coral, that I will do everything in my power, to make sure you are one sturdy stallion for your big day."

"I know you will," he said, finally getting his cock under control. "Oh, I also wanted to ask you. Could you help me with my parent's clothing?"

"Oh, but of course, darling," smiled Rarity. "I'd be more than happy to clothe the family of the bride, AND the groom. I take it your father is quite the 'sizable stallion,' like his son?"

"Actually, he isn't. He's pretty, 'modest,' when it comes to size. My mother, well...she's big."

"Oh, well I'm sure I can dress her to impress her in-laws. Would you say she's big like me?"

"Bigger."

"Um, big like Applebloom?"

"...bigger."

This admission caused Rarity to gulp.

"H-how much, b-bigger?"

"Let's say, bigger than the Apple family's barn?"

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One heavy thud on the floor later, and Coral was rushing downstairs in his bulging underwear, to get some water from the kitchen.

Returning to Rarity, he was able to coax her back to consciousness.

"Sorry," he said, helping her drink some of the water.

"N-n-n-nonono, I'm alright," said Rarity, sitting down on his bed. "So, um, what kind of, dresses, does, your mother wear?"

"Well, that's just it: she doesn't. You see, she hasn't left her barn in some time-"

"Her BARN!?" gasped Rarity, before calming back down. "S-sorry, Coral. This is, all, so new to me. Now, what does she wear, in the barn?"

"Well, the last time I saw her, she was only wearing jeans. She once told me, she hasn't had anything to wear up top, since I was two."

"Oh my," gasped Rarity, before a look of determination spread across her face. "Well, Rarity will soon fix that! I am going to make her the most beautiful dress, befitting such a-um, mother, that raised such a handsome stallion."

"I'm sure she'll like whatever you make for her," replied Coral, putting on his pants.

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Soon, the two had returned outside, with Coral chuckling a little as the girls had that familiar stink-eye look aimed at him.

"Well?" they asked in unison.

"I'm all measured up," smiled Coral.

"And?"

"And nothing happened."

"Aannnnndddd?"

"I'm sorry I tell bad jokes," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, at least he admitted it," smiled Sweetie Belle, turning to Applebloom. "Humbleness is always a good trait for a future husband to have."

"Anyways, I better get these measurements back to town," said Rarity, flipping through her notes. "Though I have to say Applebloom, I do have my concerns about your dress. A bride should be pure white, and, well...given how heavy your bosom is, I...shudder to think how dirty the underside of your chest may get."

"Well, that may not actually be a problem, Rarity," smiled Applebloom. "It just so happens, that Sweetie Belle had an idea while you and Coral were havin' yer, 'private time.'"

"It was just a fitting," insisted Coral.

"Anyways Sweetie Belle, if you please?"

The ample white filly stepped in front of her massive friend. As everypony watched, a green aura engulfed her horn, and suddenly, the same glow began to appear near the bottom of Applebloom's massive milktanks.

As they all watched, Sweetie grunted, and Applebloom's bosom slowly rose off the ground, inch-by-inch! However, 4 inches above the ground, Sweetie let out a gasp of exasperation. Her horn stopped glowing, and her friend's bosom descended back to the ground, wobbling for a few minutes.

"That was amazing, Sweetie," smiled Coral.

"Indeed," chimed in Rarity. "I had almost forgotten you could levitate things with your magic, darling!"

"Well, small things are okay," replied Sweetie, beginning to breathe normally, "but Applebloom's breasts are heavy."

"Well, we still have the tarp," chimed in Coral. "We can always pull her around on that."

"Coral Leaf, this is our wedding," exclaimed Applebloom. "Ah don't want our family and friends, seein' my chest dragged down the aisle like, like...well, it isn't very, romantic, y'know?"

"I guess I see what you mean," nodded Coral.

"We got four months anyways," said Sweetie. "I'm sure Twilight can help me work on the skills I need. After all, what kind of bridesmaid would I be, if I couldn't assist the bride in her time of need?"

"Wonder how we'll exchange our vows," thought Coral aloud. "I've heard the couple is supposed to hold hands and face each other...but, well..."

"Don't worry, darling," said Rarity, patting him on the shoulder. "It'll all work out. Maybe Sweetie Belle can lift a-oh sweet Celestia I'VE GOT IT!!!"

"G-got what?" asked Applebloom, recoiling at the white pony's sudden outburst.

"Lift and separate, darling! Lift! And!! SEPARATE!!!"

"Uh, any idea what she's talking about?" Coral asked Sweetie Belle.

"Nooo idea," she replied.

"Oh this is genius!" smiled Rarity, jotting down notes in her notepad. "I must get back to the boutique while the iron is hot! I'll talk with you dears later, bye!"

Everyone just stood stock still, as they saw Rarity's purple hair disappear in the distance.

"Uh, anypony know what she was on about?" asked Applejack.

"Nope," replied Big Mac.

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The next day, saw Coral going back into town, accompanied by Applejack.

Their first stop was Sugarcube Corner, where they made catering arrangements for the big day.

"Ooo, it's all so exciting," giggled Mrs Cake, marking the information in her calendar. "I never expected Applebloom to be gettin' hitched so soon! I always figgered you'd be the first one out the gate, Applejack."

"Well, maybe some day, Mrs Cake," blushed AJ. "But that'd depend on findin' somepony I'd want to share the rest of my days with."

"Well, ah'm sure yer sister's fiance could keep an eye out for ya, right Coral?"

"I'll, certainly try," smiled Coral, sheepishly.

"Say Mrs Cake," interrupted AJ, trying to change the subject, "is Pinkie Pie-"

"You called?" came a familiar, bubbly voice, from a familiar pink pony that had seemingly materialized out of thin air next to the group. "What can I do you fer, Applejack?"

"Well Pinkie, we got another party we need you to plan fer us up at Sweet Apple Acres."

"Oooo, I am on it!" squealed Pinkie. "What's the occasion? Birthday? Fry Day? Happy Days?"

"It's fer a wedding-" said AJ, before a piercing scream of joy eminated from Pinkie's mouth like a fire alarm!

"Oh happy-day, kaloo-kalay!" cried Pinkie, grabbing AJ by her hands, and swinging her around! "I'm so happy you found somepony special, Applejack!"

"Actually, Pinkie," chimed in Coral, "It's me and Applebloom that are gettin' hitched."

"WHAT!?" cried Pinkie, as she let go of AJ (who crashed into a cupcake display near the window), and quickly grasped Coral by the hands, swinging him around this time. "That is even AWESOMER!!"

Eventually, Pinkie stopped whirling Coral right before he was going to be sick. She assured both him and Applejack, that she'd start planning for the wedding immediately, and rushed up to her room in the store.

After helping Mrs Cake clean the frosting off of Applejack, Coral and his future sister-in-law headed over to Rarity's place.

Of course, when she saw who was visiting, Rarity grabbbed up a handful of her design images, and laid them out, eager to show off what she had in mind.

"That's all nice and good, Rarity," smiled Applejack. "But we came to ask if you'd take on another design task."

"Well I, I suppose I could," said Rarity, thoughtfully. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's in regards to my parents again," answered Coral. "You see, Applejack and I were talking this morning, about having my parents visit before the wedding. You know, so our family's could get a chance to meet before the big day. Plus, they don't know I'm engaged yet."

"Oh what a lovely idea for a surprise, Coral. I'm sure they'd be very eager to meet-wait...didn't you tell me that your Mother is..."

"Yep," nodded Coral, keeping an eye on Rarity, in case she had another fainting spell. When she remained upright, he continued: "As you know, she hasn't had a proper-sized top in a long time, and, she and my Dad haven't really traveled beyond their farm in so long. I was hoping, maybe you could make them some clothes for their visit?"

"Well," said Rarity, looking from her wedding dress designs, to her client and Applejack. "I am certainly engaged in designing the wedding attire, but, I think I can handle this request."

"Thanks so much, Rarity," smiled Applejack. "We know you've got a lot on yer plate, but this definitely means a lot to us. And, I'm sure it'll mean a lot to Coral's parents as well."

"Well, think nothing of it Applejack...but wait! Coral, didn't you say your Mother was...as big as the Apple's barn?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded.

"Then, how are you going to get her to Sweet Apple Acres? No offense, but, I don't think you could get her on the train."

"I actually had an idea a few days ago about that," he smiled. "And luckily, Twilight agreed to help!"

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And so, Rarity joined AJ and Coral, as they headed over to Twilight's Castle.

Eventually, the group and Twilight convened in her main throne room, where they went over their plan.

The next day, Twilight would teleport them all to Galloping Gulch, so they could meet Coral's parents, and get them measured for their new clothes. While Coral claimed their visit would be a surprise, there was still plenty to get done.

Rarity requested that they have plenty of time for her to go over Gentle Bounty's measurements, citing that clothing a mare of Gentle's size, would be a new challenge for her...one that she wanted to get right.

Twilight also mentioned how she would be taking copious notes about the size and dimension of Coral's parents. These notes would be important, when it came time to teleport the two to Sweet Apple Acres, to meet the Apples.

"I do hope you also understand Coral, that this magic isn't to be taken advantage of," she cautioned him.

"I understand, Twilight," he nodded. "Besides, I think my Mom might enjoy getting out of the barn, for the first time in a long while."

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The next day, Twilight and Rarity journeyed to the farm, where Applejack and Coral were bidding the family goodbye before their journey. In the barn, Applebloom was giving Coral a very big hug.

"Now you give yer Mom and Dad my best, okay?" she smiled. "Ah can't wait to meet em."

"And I can't wait for them to meet you," he replied. "Course, trying to hug Mom, might be impossible."

"Ah still can't quite picture how big she is. Guess it'll be a nice surprise when the big day comes."

The two kissed, and Coral headed out to the farmyard, where he and Applejack put on their backpacks, before joining Twilight and Rarity, taking each other's hands.

"Everypony ready?" asked Twilight.

"Ready!"said the others.

Twilight closed her eyes, and a pink glow engulfed her horn. Suddenly, a pink dome appeared over the group, and with three flashes of white light, they disappeared from Sweet Apple Acres!

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Coral found himself blinking his eyes, as his vision went from a hazy, light-pink tint, to that of familiar surroundings.

Twilight had managed to teleport the group to the path leading towards his family's farm, and even AJ could vouch for where they were, seeing the top of Gentle's barn off in the distance.

They quickly made their way to the farm, with the massive shape of the barn growing ever-bigger as they approached. Coral chuckled as he saw Rarity eye the enormous structure where his Mom was kept. Soon, they had made their way to the farmhouse's porch.

"Why don't you three wait on the porch swing?" He suggested. "We'll see if we can surprise my Dad."

The three ponies obeyed, and Coral knocked on the door.

"Coming," came the familiar tone of Chestnut Solace's voice, as he opened the door, and came face-to-face with his son. "Coral?"

"Hi, Dad," smiled the young stallion.

The two quickly gave each other a familial hug...though Chestnut's eyes did fly open, feeling the enlarged bulge near his crotch.

"Oh! I uh, guess you've gotten, bigger, son," he smiled, nervously.

"Yup. Had a little spurt some time ago, Dad."

"Well, you look healthy enough," smiled Chestnut, his eyes looking anywhere but below his son's waist. "So, what brings you back here? Your Mother and I thought you had zap apples to harvest?"

"All taken care of, Dad. And speaking of which, I got a few presents for you."

Removing his backpack, Coral pulled out a jar of zap apple jam, and handed it to his Dad.

"Freshly-made by the Apples down in Ponyville," he said, proudly. "Applejack was kind enough to give me 5 jars for you and Mom."

"Well, that was right nice of her, son," replied Chestnut, gazing at the rainbow-colored contents. "I assume she told you she was up here a little while ago?"

"Course ah did, Chestnut," came AJ's voice, as she got up from the swing, and sidled into the older stallion's field-of-vision.

"Well now, welcome back, Applejack," said Chestnut, taking AJ's hand, and shaking it vigorously. "Guess you're one of those 'few surprises' my son was talking about?"

"Yes and no, Chestnut. Gals, come on over."

And in a few moments, Chestnut became tongue-tied, upon meeting Rarity, and The Princess of Friendship.

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After they had neatly put away the zap apple jam, Chestnut led the group to the barn door, where he gave a few polite raps on it.

"Honey," he called through the door. "We got some visitors."

"It's me, Mom," called out Coral.

"Coral?" squeaked Gentle from inside. "Chesney, is that our Coral, come back to see us?"

"Sure is, Mom. And, I brought some of my friends from Ponyville to talk with you and Dad."

"Oh," came Gentle's voice, growing quiet. "Well, maybe they should, um, wait outside and, talk through the door."

"Don't be silly, Gentle," called out AJ. "They're a few of my best friends, and me n' Coral have told them all about you."

"A-Applejack?" came Gentle's voice, surprised to hear their most recent visitor's voice. "Well, if they're ready, then, come on in."

As Chestnut opened the doors wider, Coral sprinted into the barn, past his Mother's towering titties, up the steps and gave her a big hug.

"Mmmm, my big boy, I missed you," she cooed, noticing what Chestnut had five minutes ago. "And speaking of big..."

"I missed you too, Mom," he smiled, trying to take her mind off his bulge. "We can talk about that later, but first, I got some friends for you to meet."

In a few moments, AJ, Rarity, and Twilight were all standing next to Gentle, and exchanging pleasantries.

It took a few minutes for Rarity to stop gawking at the colossal size of Gentle's chest, but eventually, Gentle got the tongue-tied fashionista to shake hands with her.

Of course, just like her husband, Gentle was enthralled to be in the presence of Princess Twilight Sparkle. The two offered to get her anything she wanted, but she politely declined.

"I'm just happy I get to meet you both," she smiled. "I have to admit, I didn't think there could be anypony as big as Applebloom."

"Applebloom?" asked Gentle. "Ooohh, right, that young Pony you had a crush on, Coral?"

"A crush?" he blushed, shyly. "I never said anything about a crush on her."

"You didn't say so, but I could tell given how you wrote about her," smiled his Mom. "So, she's, big?"

"Yeah, we both, um, went through a, little growth spurt during the cider festival."

"I see...and is she-"

"Yup, giving milk just like you, but still kinda small."

"Well, she is young and all. I mean, it took me awhile to get this big."

"I have to admit I've, never encountered a mare of your size," noted Twilight. "Do you know what caused this?"

"No idea, your highness," shrugged Gentle. "For as long as we could tell, Chestnut and I simply thought I was the only milkmare in Equestria."

"Oh you can just call me Twilight, Gentle. Now, I'm sorry, did you say, milkmare?"

"That's the term we coined," chimed in Chestnut, joining the group on the platform. "Never heard of this happening to any other pony, but, it sounds like the world got a little less smaller, so-to-speak."

"Say, speakin' of the world gettin' a little smaller," smiled Applejack, "I think there's somethin' Coral wants to tell you both."

"Oh yeah," remembered Coral. "Mom, Dad, I got some exciting news. Me and Applebloom...we're engaged!"

What followed was a definite study in contrasts.

Chestnut took the news incredibly well, giving his son an earnest smile, and a hearty congratulations.

Gentle Bounty on the other hand, clasped her hands to her face, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Mom?" asked Coral, putting a hand on her naked shoulder.

"You alright, Gentle?" asked AJ, kneeling down next to Coral, as the huge mare's yellow body jerked with sobs. "Look, mah lil' sister and yer son are wonderful together. Yer not losin' yer son, you're...gaining a daughter, and me, and, and the whole Apple family!"

"It-it's not that, Applejack," sniffed Gentle. "I'm not sad, I'm, I'm, so happy for My Coral."

"Oh, Mom," sighed Coral, giving her a hug, and patting her back.

"So, when's the wedding?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"In four months," replied Coral. "But, Applejack and I, think you and Dad should meet your future in-laws before then."

"Well that sounds like a fun idea," said Chestnut. "Applejack, when can we expect your family to show up on our doorstep?"

"Actually Chestnut," she replied. "we think you n' Gentle, should come down and visit Sweet Apple Acres instead."

"Oh, well, that's a very nice idea, Applejack," smiled Gentle. "But, I'm just too big to move."

"That's why I brought Twilight and Rarity along, Mom," smiled Coral. "They're gonna get you and Dad off the farm, for a, little vacation."

"R-really?"

"Of course," said Twilight. "You see, through my advanced studies, I've been able to harness the powers of teleportation."

"Uh, tele-whatsis?" asked Chestnut.

"Teleportation, Dad," replied Coral. "It means she can move you from one place, to another."

"Not right now, of course," said Twilight. "I'm going to be taking measurements today, and figure out how much magic I'll need to transport you both to the farm and back."

"And, we brought Rarity along, to specially make you a new dress, right Rarity?"

"Um, oh, uh, y-y-yes," smiled Rarity, sounding a little scatterbrained.

"Are you okay, Rarity?" asked Gentle.

"She's just a bit, overwhelmed, Mom," chuckled Coral. "But really, if anypony can make you and Dad some nice clothes, it's her. She actually designed this outfit I'm wearing. And...I got some, 'support' for the first time since I was a preteen. She can make anypony feel comfortable, can't you Rarity?"

"Y-yes, of course," replied Rarity, perking up a bit at Coral's endorsement. "You know, I am being a bit silly. Coral has been such a wonderful young stallion, and I'm sure I'll be able to make something nice for both of you. Now, shall we get started, Twilight?"

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For the next hour, Twilight used a hover spell to levitate herself and Rarity, around Gentle's enormous bosom. The two worked in tandem, taking measurements and notes, while Coral and Applejack had a discussion with Gentle and Chestnut.

Naturally, they didn't tell the two parents about AJ 'banishing' Coral from Sweet Apple Acres, or why AJ had come up to Galloping Gulch in the first place, but they did talk about the day Coral proposed to Applebloom, and what happened during the zap apple harvest.

Eventually, Rarity and Twilight finished measuring Gentle's bustline, and soon, moved on to the rest of her body. Eventually, Rarity would take measurement of Chestnut as well, and given that he was not as 'well-endowed' as his son, there was no need for him to strip down as Coral had done the other day. Once Rarity had finished going over her notes, it was time for the group to head back to Ponyville.

"Do you have to go so soon?" asked Chestnut. "You're more than welcome to stay for dinner."

"Thanks fer the offer Dad, but we really should get back," replied Coral. "B'sides, the sooner Twilight and Rarity figure out what they need to do, the sooner you two'll be able to come to Ponyville."

And with that, Coral's parents gave their goodbye hugs to their guests. When it came to Coral, his Mom gave him an extra tight embrace.

"Give that to Applebloom for me," she whispered. "Tell her ah can't wait to meet her."

"I will, Mom," he smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot. We want to invite as many relations as possible. Can you and Dad make a list of relatives to invite, for us to pick up when we come back?"

"Of course, honey. We'll get started on that right away."

Pretty soon, the four visitors were out in front of the barn. A few seconds later, Twilight's magic engulfed them again, and three flashes of light later, they were back at Sweet Apple Acres.

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Once back in Ponyville, Twilight and Rarity got to work.

It was relatively simple for Twilight to figure out what she needed to transport Gentle Bounty and Chestnut Solace, and after half-a-day, she had calculated her entire transportation plan out.

Rarity on the other hand, found herself tasked with making what was probably the largest dress Equestria had ever seen!

For several days, she sat at her drawing table, remembering Gentle Bounty, thinking of the yellow of her skin, the huge curve of her bosom, and trying to come up with something that wouldn't make her look...'frumpy.' The last thing she wanted, was for Coral's Mom to look like she was wearing a circus tent!

When unable to come up with a solution for Gentle, Rarity preoccupied her time with work on Applebloom's wedding dress. However, she soon realized that in their haste to come up with a 'visitation dress' for Gentle, they had forgotten that Applebloom would ALSO need something to wear upon meeting her in-laws...and thus, the fashionista found herself locked in her boutique, deadlocked for inspiration.

And then, on the 6th day, her hair askew and a few empty cartons of vanilla-oat swirl ice cream laying about, she found the inspiration for Gentle's dress!

Of course, designing the dress was one thing...to make it, was like creating a dirigible.

Rarity ended up having yards of material sent from Manehattan, and set up her work materials in an area adjacent to the boutique.

Some of the local ponies were wondering just what she was up to, but Rarity never wavered from her work.

Even with the wedding just a few months away, Gentle's 'visitation dress' was Rarity's top priority at the moment. She felt that if she could get the dress made properly, it'd easily lead her on to designing Gentle's dress for the wedding, and, the 'visitation dress' for Applebloom!

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Finally, after two grueling weeks, Rarity had completed her work for the big visitation day, between the Apples, and Coral's parents.

Of the outfits, Chestnut Solace's was the most simple. Rarity had crafted him a special pair of chestnut-brown slacks, along with a layered green shirt. Like Coral's ensemble, she had created personalized brass buttons, with Chesnut's initials engraved on them.

Gentle's ensemble was so big, that when folded up, it was almost as tall as Rarity! Rarity had crafted a massive dress, using at least three-dozen applications of the different blue hues, on a sparkling white dress. She had also prepared a light-green top to cover over Gentle's bare shoulders, with long sleeves, with wooden buttons on it. Of course, there was no way Gentle would be able to button the small top over her enormous chest, but Rarity assured herself, they were just there 'for show.'

Next, there was Applebloom's dress. Rarity had decided to go for something a bit old-fashioned, and had crafted the largest pair of overalls ever made! While the body section seemed ordinary, the upper-chest-area looked like a small tent. Rarity had also added some extra-strength straps for the overalls, and apple-shaped brass buttons to complete the ensemble. She had also crafted an enormous yellow, collared shirt for Applebloom, complete with at least 4 dozen apple-shaped buttons, to close it.

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A few days later (after taking some time off to relax at the spa), Rarity brought the visitation clothing to Sweet Apple Acres.

Sweetie and Scootaloo were visiting at the same time, and eagerly helped their friend get into her new wardrobe. Sweetie's magic helped when it came time to put on Applejack's yellow top and overalls. With her straining to hold her friend's chest aloft with her magic, she and Scootaloo quickly got Applebloom into the clothes, before Sweetie almost collapsed from the strain.

Applebloom admitted that it did feel strange having to wear a top again. The feeling of her bosom being held by the straining fabric, felt a little uncomfortable at first, but Rarity claimed she would get used to it again.

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The next day, Chestnut was surprised when Coral, Rarity, and Twilight showed up on his doorstep, along with several wrapped parcels.

It had unofficially become 'fitting day' on Chestnut and Gentle's farm.

While Coral went with Chestnut to his room to try on his wardrobe, Rarity and Twilight met with Gentle in the barn.

"Just bear in mind that it may not look like much now," said Rarirty to Gentle, as the dress seemed to burst forth from it's container like a magic trick. "But once it's on, I think you'll really like it!"

It was definitely a massive undertaking. Once Gentle has gotten on the lower portion of her dress, it was time for Twilight to put her magic to work.

The Princess of Friendship was soon 'magically-multitasking,' as she hefted Gentle's titanic tits, and maneuvered Rarity around, as the fashionista helped fit the enormous dress around the swollen udders of Coral's Mom.

After a half-hour, Rarity called out that she felt they were all-set, and Twilight carefully lowered Gentle's chest back into it's 'cradle,' and Rarity onto Gentle's sitting platform. Once that had been done, Rarity pulled out the green top, and draped it over Gentle's shoulders.

"And, we are all set," she smiled. "Well, how does it look, Gentle?"

"Well," said Gentle, looking herself over, "I think you did a wonderful job, Rarity. And thank you Pri-I mean, Twilight. I never thought I'd actually wear a dress again."

"I'm glad I could help, Gentle," smiled Twilight.

"And I as well," replied Rarity. "Does it fit well?"

"I think it'll do," replied Gentle, feeling the material around her waist. "Although, I will admit, I wonder what the rest of me looks like."

"Ooooh, right," said Twilight. "Let me help with that."

As magic glowed from Twilight's horn, a giant mirror materialized in front of Gentle. It slowly moved around, showing Gentle her covered bosom from several angles.

"Thank you again, Twilight," said Gentle, as the mirror disappeared. "I do believe that this dress is the most beautiful thing I have ever worn. Thank you so much for your hard work Rarity, it's just wonderful."

The three ponies embraced, and a few seconds later, heavy footsteps were heard on the stairs behind them. Turning towards the sound, they saw Chestnut appear, with Coral behind him.

"Chesney?" asked Gentle. "Is that, 'my Chesney?'"

"Sure is," he smiled, taking a gander at the dress on his wife. "I think Rarity here did a great job."

"Well, I'm glad to hear my hard work is well-received," smiled Rarity, walking over to Chestnut. "Now tell me, does it fit well? I want you to feel comfortable in it. The waist is good? The sleeves are long enough?"

"Rarity, Rarity," chuckled Chesnut. "It's fine, you did just fine. Right, Gentle? Think we're ready to meet the Apples?"

"We sure are, Chesney," came Gentle's response.

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With the fitting for Coral's parents a success, Twilight, Coral, and Rarity returned to the Apples with the good news! Coral had also gotten the list of his relations to send invitations to, and Applejack quickly added them to her wedding information.

The next few days, the Apples were hard at work, baking some tasty apple treats, and getting things set up for their guests.

Applejack and Granny were hard at work in the kitchen, while Coral and Big Mac were busy setting up the yard for the impending visit.

Twilight was also working on the farm, mapping out an area large enough for Gentle to be transported to. Using her magic, she mapped out an enormous circle in the area between the house and barn, even designating where Gentle Bounty's body would be, allowing the Apples to set up tables and chairs close by, so they could eat and converse with her and Chestnut.

Applebloom, while too big to help the others, was being attended to by Sweetie and Scootaloo, who were eagerly washing and primping their friend, who was eager for the big arrival. Of course, Coral would sometimes sneak in to chat with the trio, before Big Mac would holler for him to come back out to the yard and help him.

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Finally, the big day arrived. Balloons swayed from tables in the yard, a banner hung over the barn welcoming Gentle and Chestnut, and Twilight was giving the Apples some last-minute instructions.

"Now, I'm estimating it will take us about 20 minutes to return," she said. "During that time, keep everypony out of the main yard area as a safety precaution. Gentle's very big, and though I can move her chest a little bit, she's much too large for me to fully lift up. So, safety first, everypony."

There were nods and affirmative murmurs from the group, as Coral approached, wearing one of his more formal outfits Rarity had made.

Twilight smiled and took his hand, and as the group watched, both of them disappeared!

The next 20 minutes saw the Apple family waiting by the barn, along with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. They were all dressed up as nicely as possible, with Applebloom looking a little nervous in her new wardrobe.

"You okay, sugarcube?" asked AJ, rubbing her sister's shoulder.

"Just a lil' nervous, ah guess," she replied.

"Oh come on, Applebloom," said Scootaloo. "What's to be nervous about?"

"Well, Coral said his parents were nice and all, but, what if they don't like me? What if they take one look at me and decide I'm not good enough for him? What about-"

"Whoa whoa whoa," interrupted Sweetie, shoving her hand against AB's mouth. "You're worrying over nothing. Right, Applejack?"

"Well, from what ah saw when I was up in Galloping Gulch, Chestnut Solace and Gentle Bounty are two of the nicest ponies you could ever meet," replied AJ. "Sweetie's right, Applebloom. Yer gettin' worked up over nothing. I'm sure-"

Suddenly, there was a change in the atmosphere, as the wind suddenly picked up. It began to blow heavily across the farm, when suddenly, a glowing pink light appeared in the center of the yard. As everypony watched, it began to grow...and grow...and grow...and GROW, until soon, it had become a pink dome, slightly larger than the Apple's barn! And then, came three white flashes, making the Apples and the girls shield their eyes!

A few seconds later, the group blinked their eyes, and five jaws dropped open!

Where had once been an open yard, now sat two gigantic, yellow breasts, several stories tall, their bloated forms catching the sheen of the noonday sun!

Attached to them, the group saw a yellow pony in a blue-and-white dress, with green hair. Next to her, was a white-haired red stallion in a green shirt, and brown pants, with Coral and Twilight standing nearby.

The Apples watched as the red stallion tapped the yellow pony on the shoulder, and pointed behind her. The yellow pony turned her head, and upon seeing the Apples, gave a big wave, and shouted: "Hello, Apples!"

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A few minutes later, the family had regrouped near the massive curvature of Gentle's 'bounty.'

"Welcome to Sweet Apple Acres, you two," greeted AJ. "Hope yer trip was okay."

"Well, it was, different," noted Gentle. "I have to say, I've never been teleported b'fore. But, maybe it takes some gettin' used to."

"As somepony who tested it on herself, I can assure you it does," nodded Twilight.

Pretty soon, Applejack was introducing her family to Gentle and Chestnut. First there was Granny Smith, and then Big Mac, and then, with Sweetie Belle's help, Coral guided Applebloom over to her future in-laws.

"Mom, Dad," smiled Coral, once his fiance had 'settled,' "This is Applebloom."

"H-hullo," smiled Applebloom. "It's very nice to meet you both."

"And the same to you, Applebloom," replied Chestnut, reaching over and hugging her from her left side. "I have to say Coral, from the way you described her in your letters, you didn't tell us how beautiful she is."

"B-beautiful?" blushed AB. "Aw, I'm...just...Applebloom!"

"I think my husband's right, dear," chimed in Gentle. "Come over here, um...your friend there who helped you, what is her name?"

"Sweetie Belle, ma'am," replied AB. "She's one of my best friends, along with Scootaloo over there."

"Well that's very nice to know. Sweetie Belle, can you help Applebloom move next to me, please?"

"Of course," said Sweetie, her horn glowing green, as Coral helped guide the enormous young Apple next to Gentle, who was soon right-shoulder to right-shoulder with the 'big Apple.'

"Now then," smiled Gentle, "let me look at you."

The yard had grown silent, as Gentle seemed to be observing Applebloom's face. The young Apple wasn't sure what to say or do, but stood there, as Gentle's blue eyes wandered over her face. Finally, after a few minutes, Gentle smiled.

"Yep, there's simply no doubt about it," she said.

"N-n-no doubt about what?" asked Applebloom.

"About what Chesney said. You really are a beauty."

"Y-you mean, you, accept me, as yer daughter-in-law?"

"As long as you accept me as your mother-in-law, and all that comes with me," chuckled Gentle, patting her bosom.

"Of course!!" squealed Applebloom, leaning over and hugging Gentle, who quickly returned the favor. "I'm so glad you both like me, ma'am!"

"Now now," replied Gentle, "If we're gonna be family, you're not going to be calling me 'ma'am.' I'm Gentle Bounty, and over there's Chestnut Solace...or, Chesney, fer short. S'alright if she calls you 'Chesney,' Chesney?"

"Sounds fine to me," came Chesnut's response. "Never enough beautiful ponies callin' me Chesney as it is."

"Really, Chesney?" called Sweetie and Scootaloo in unison, causing the entire group to break into laughter, and further lightening the mood of the meeting between the two families!

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The rest of the day was filled with plenty of chatter on the farm.

Chestnut Solace found himself deep in talk with Granny Smith and Applejack (mostly with Applejack), about the apple orchard. It was surprising to the Apples, that there didn't seem to be any apple trees up in Galloping Gulch, and that Gus at the local general store, usually had to order them from Van Hoover.

"Well, ah think we could help you n' Gentle corner the apple business up there," smiled Applejack.

Meanwhile, Applebloom was busy talking with Gentle, along with Coral, Twilight, Sweetie, and Scootaloo. Gentle was eager to learn as much as she could about her new in-law, and Applebloom was eager to talk!

Of course, the conversation eventually shifted to talk of 'milkmares,' and Gentle quickly seemed to start itemizing things with AB, asking specific questions, like how often she felt full, or if she found herself waking up several times during the night.

Twilight was listening with rapt attention, as were the others, as the enormous pony explained things to be careful about, as well as how to handle strain and anxiety.

"Mom, shouldn't you and Applebloom be discussing this after we're married?" asked Coral. "I know it's important, but-"

"And that's why it's best to talk with her about it now, Coral Leaf," insisted Gentle. "Being a milkmare, I feel I owe it Applebloom to tell her these things. Uh, that is alright with you, dear?"

"Of course, Gentle," nodded AB. "This is all stuff I kin definitely consider. And so can my friends. They're always here to help me."

"I have to say, Gentle," interjected Twilight. "Have you ever sent a letter to Princess Celestia about your, um, condition? I think it might be something she might want to know about."

"Really? Princess Celestia?" asked Gentle.

"Of course! In fact, it might be good to have this information catalogued in the Canterlot Archives. Who knows? Maybe there are other 'milkmares' out there, who could use this information!"

"I, I had never considered that, Twilight," said Gentle, as if a door had opened in her mind. "That may definitely be something I can work on."

"Kin I help too?" asked Applebloom. "Ah don't have all the answers fer being a milkmare, but maybe, ah can add some information that may be a bit different."

"I'm sure that would be a great idea," smiled Twilight. "It could be like, a mother/daughter-in-law project for you two."

"Sounds good, Twilight," said Gentle and Applebloom together, before they both laughed at their twin-responses.

Eventually, the conversation turned to talk of the wedding, and the two families began to discuss their relations. Of course, Coral's parents were amazed at how many Apples there were compared to their family, but Granny assured them that everything would be fine.

Talk did turn to a few other roles in the wedding, including the roles of flower girl and ringbearer. One would have assumed there would have been an hours-long decision-making process, but pretty soon, it was decided that Coral's cousin's daughter would be the flower girl, and one of Applejack's youngest cousins would be the ringbearer.

"Course, we'll inquire in the invitations," said AJ. "I hope their parents will accept."

"This sounds so exciting," nodded Applebloom, "ah still can't believe sometimes, that I'm gonna be in a wedding."

"How are you feeling, Dad?" asked Coral. "Is it sinking in yet?"

"Well, kinda," nodded Chestnut. "Course, I imagine yer Grandpa probably felt the same way."

"Wish he and Grandma could be here," nodded Coral, as Applebloom put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah know how you feel, honey," she smiled. "I think ah speak fer my family, in wishin' mah folks could see us be married too."

"I'm sure they're smiling down on all of us right now," he whispered to her, kissing her on the lips.

"Hey, what're you two lovebirds whisperin' about?" called out Granny.

"Just, talkin' bout guests, Granny," replied Coral. "Say Mom, think Aunt Demure will show up?"

"Oh, well, um...we'll probably have to wait and see honey," smiled Gentle.

"Does she live up around you two, near Galloping Gulch?" asked Applebloom.

"No, Applebloom. You see, my older sister, she moved to Manehattan a number of years ago. She and I used to be close but, well, when I started to get bigger, she, kind of stopped talking to me."

"What?" squeaked Sweetie Belle.

"But why, Gentle?" asked AB. "What'd you do?"

"I don't think it was anything ah did, Applebloom," said Gentle, her eyes looking up at her towering titties. "I think it was due to what I grew."

"Well, maybe this wedding will help put things in perspective fer Demure," said Applejack, coming over to Gentle and giving her a backrub. "Figger if us Apple sisters kin patch things up, who says you and Demure can't?"

"I don't know, Applejack," said Gentle. "My sister is kind of a recluse."

"Well ah tell you whut, Gentle," said AB. "When Applejack sends out your sister's invite, I'll include a letter from me and Coral, tellin' how we want her there most of all. Right, Coral?"

"Of course, honey," he replied. "After all, if not for Aunt Demure, I probably wouldn't be so verbal in how I do things. I just, wish she would have been there more for our family."

"Well, mebbe Applejack kin sneak in a few words, sayin' how much we all wanna see her," smiled Granny. "Unless you young'uns wanna keep it between you two?"

"No Granny, that's a great idea," said Applebloom. "And Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, why don't you write about Rarity and Rainbow Dash? You aren't Apples, but you both got some 'big sisters' in your lives that can help us convince her."

"Count me in," said Scootaloo.

"Me too," smiled Sweetie Belle.

"Don't forget me," chimed in Twilight. "As the
Princess of Friendship, I am always ready to help out anypony in need."

"It's bound to work, Mom," smiled Coral, giving Gentle a hug. "Won't be long before you're seeing your 'big sis' again."

"I hope you're right, Coral," she said, her mouth smiling, but her eyes looking a little concerned.

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As evening settled in, the families tucked into the apple pies that had been made, giving Coral's parents a tasty end to their meal.

Lanterns lit up the darkness, as the families talked on into the night, beneath the starry sky. Eventually, Gentle couldn't stop herself from yawning, and Chestnut felt it was time to call it a night.

"I just wanna thank you Apples, for inviting us to your home, and accepting our Coral into your family," he said, shaking Applejack's hand.

"And the same to you as well, Chesney," smiled Applejack. "Lookin' forward to seeing you two and yer relations in a few months. Rarity's hard at work on yer wedding attire, and I'm sure it'll be just as nice as what you two are wearing today."

"Well, next time you see her, tell her we are very pleased with what she made us, and are anxious to see what she's gonna dress us up in next."

The family members and the girls exchanged hugs, until it was just down to Coral, and Applebloom.

Coral gave his parents his regular hugs and kisses, before it was time for Applebloom to say her goodbyes.

"Bye, Applebloom," smiled Chesnut, giving her a hug from the side. "Take care of yerself, okay?"

"Ah will, Chesney," she replied.

"Oh, my big Applebloom," cooed Gentle, as she reached over for a last hug. "You are so sweet, and I can't wait to see you on your wedding day."

As Gentle gave Applebloom a few pats on her back, she felt Applebloom begin to twitch, and...gasp? Gentle pulled back a ways, to see Applebloom's eyes were wet with tears.

"Is something wrong, dear?" she asked, anxiously. "Is it me? Or are you, feeling full or something?"

"N-n-no G-Gentle," sobbed Applebloom. "A-ah'm just s-so, h-happy that you and C-C-Chestnut are so w-wonderful."

A few seconds later, Gentle's smile grew wider, and there were small tears in her eyes now, as she wrapped her arms around as much of her future daughter-in-law's body as possible.

"Aww, that's so sweet, darling," she smiled. "We're so glad you met Coral, and I don't think we could have asked for a nicer pony than you to be his wife."

Unseen by Applebloom, Gentle raised her left arm, and motioned for everyone around them, to come closer.

Soon, both of the milkmares' bodies, were cocooned in a group-hug from both families, as Applebloom's bosom twitched from her sobs, and Gentle's rose-and-fell contentedly, beneath the starry sky over Sweet Apple Acres.

Author's Note

Well, another chapter down!

This was another one that seemed simple enough, but I felt was in danger of getting out-of-hand. Therefore, I decided to experiment with 'streamlining' it. I decided to add a lot of summarizing, and only include certain dialogue, that I felt would enhance the story.

Much like Coral proposing to Applebloom, I had long imagined the meeting between Applebloom and Gentle Bounty. Of course, Gentle is as nice as you can imagine, and has that mother's intuition over who would be a good fit for her son. I kind of held back on Chestnut, as I felt he would be a more stoic father-figure.

I like Twilight helping Gentle get to Ponyville, though it should be noted that there are certain restrictions to what Twilight's powers can do. While Applebloom can be made mobile with her breasts being lifted by magic, Gentle's chest is just too big to allow her to walk (I know that doesn't sit well with some people, but I wanted some restrictions on what size-and-weight could do in this world).

I almost thought of having Applejack feel that maybe her little sister was becoming a bit too ensconced with Gentle, but felt it was a little too ridiculous, and not needed. As we're barreling towards the end of the story, I tried to make this a bit more of a 'family love-fest' like Chapter 14.

Well, on to Chapter 17.

Chapter 17

Needless to say, the meeting between Applebloom's family and Coral Leaf's parents, went over very well!

The day after Twilight transported Chestnut Solace and Gentle Bounty back to their farm, Applebloom sent off her first letter to her future in-laws, thanking them for visiting, and (from one milkmare to another), thanking Gentle for her advice.

Meanwhile, Applejack was hard at work, getting the guest list prepared for the wedding. Now that she had a list of Coral's relations that his parents had given her, it was time to get everypony itemized, and alphabetized.

Once she had completed the list, she broke it down into several pieces. What followed, was a grueling couple of days, as the Apple family (along with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo when they stopped by), worked to complete their task. However, out of all the names on the guest list, one in particular was being saved for last: Coral's Aunt, Demure Prudence. The family had decided to wait, so that they could add their own little messages to her invite.

That moment came a few days later, as the family rested in the farm yard, with most lounging in chairs in chairs, and Coral resting his head against Applebloom's motherly bosom.

"Boy, ah never thought gettin' married would leave mah hand feelin' so stiff," the full filly said, flexing her fingers.

"Well, we still got Aunt Demure's invitation to do," replied Coral, rolling his shoulders against his 'big yellow pillow.' "Then, we can just sit back, and wait to see who's gonna show up. I sure hope Aunt Demure will."

For the rest of that day, everypony on the farm took the time to write a small letter to Demure, requesting her presence as a Guest of Honor, of the Groom and his parents.

As promised, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo wrote about their relationships with Rarity and Rainbow Dash, both noting how the support of their 'big sisters,' helped make them the ponies they were.

Applebloom's letter pointed out what she had learned from Applejack, as well as what she and her sister had learned from Gentle Bounty.

Coral's letter thanked his Aunt for helping make him the educated stallion he had become, and how he hoped she would be a part of his special day!

By the time everypony had finished their letter, the envelope with Demure's invitation in it was so full, that Coral was barely able to seal it shut.

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The invitations were dropped off at the Ponyville Post Office the next day, leaving the Apples and Coral to focus on further preparations for the wedding.

Pinkie Pie took the opportunity to drop by later that day, with cake samples from Sugar Cube Corner. After several hours of sampling different cake flavors, Coral was pretty sure he didn't want to see another cake until the wedding.

Rarity also was stepping up her visits to the farm as well, armed with plenty of sketches, or swatches of cloth to show what she was designing for the Apples.

Coral had also become a guinea pig for her again, as she had recently found a firmer, form-fitting material during a small excursion to Manehattan.

Rarity's way of testing the material, was by making Coral several new pairs of underwear. Strange enough, they managed to keep his hard-on under control, without making him feel like his penis was being squeezed in a vise.

Rarity was pleased with the results, and explained that she was also working with some specialists, to create a hybrid of the material, that would be used for his formal pants.

"I know you must be proud of your stallionhood," she smiled, "but we definitely don't want you bursting your britches in front of everypony, now do we?"

"Nope," blushed Coral, imagining the scene in his head.

Of course, the one area of design-work that was off-limits to Coral's eyes, was Applebloom's wedding dress.

Rarity guarded the designs as if they were top-secret plans, showing them only to the bride-to-be, Applejack, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. All Coral had to go on, were the sounds of the girls squealing or gasping through the locked door of the barn, as he'd walk by another fitting session.

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A few weeks later, the responses began pouring in!

Applejack put aside some time each day to go through them, checking off the information on her list, and also adding a name or two if a family member wanted to bring a friend or a guest.

Before long, the list was filled with her scribblings. As expected, not everypony could make it, but by the looks of things, Sweet Apple Acres was going to have a decent-sized roster of guests soon.

Naturally, Coral was eager to get a response back from his Aunt, but after a few weeks, her name on Applejack's list still held no indication of whether she would show up or not.

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Coral tried to convince himself that he was worrying over nothing, but soon, there were less than three weeks to go until the big day, and still his Aunt's name on the list, remained untouched.

One evening, Applejack was getting herself some water, when she came across Coral lying on the couch in the living room, staring at the list.

"Hey there, Coral," she said, making him jump.

"Oh, hi Applejack," he replied. "Guess I was just concentrating hard. Hope we're gonna have enough chairs for everypony."

"I'm sure we will. I'm gonna have Pinkie also help me set up some tents fer the families to stay in. We got room here in the house and all, but not enough for most of our relatives and yours as well."

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit crowded around here," he chuckled. "Say, where do you think Mom and Dad are gonna stay?"

"I was talking to Twilight about that earlier. She claimed she's gonna whip up something nice for them, given Gentle can't move around too much. Makes more sense to bring the tent to her. You feelin' a little nervous bout the big day comin' up?"

"Well, yeah, a little. I mean, I'm finally gonna marry Applebloom, but...still..."

Applejack walked over to him, and saw his thumb, next to his Aunt's name.

"You really wanted her to come," she said, quietly.

"Not just for me," he said, turning to look at her. "But also for my Mom. The way she would talk about Aunt Demure, I I remember how sad she'd sound, talking about her big sister being so...distant. You know how I really missed Applebloom when I was separated from her? I swear, that's how my Mom feels about her sister."

"Ah can understand that," said Applejack, sitting down in a nearby chair. "I felt a little like that when Applebloom wouldn't speak to me after you left. Course, ah realized it was largely mah fault fer not listening."

"I just wish I could talk to my Aunt, and tell her how much I want her to be here for the big day."

The room was silent for a few moments, when Applejack suddenly snapped her fingers.

"Say," she said, turning to Coral. "You know what?"

"What?" he asked.

"Why don't we go n' pay your Aunt Demure a little visit...together?"

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"Yer headin' off to Manehattan?" asked Granny Smith the next day, as Coral and Applejack readied their backpacks.

"Yep," said AJ. "Coral's Aunt hasn't sent her invite back yet, and we're gonna find out why."

After they had bid the family goodbye, Coral and AJ headed out to the barn, and explained their plan to Applebloom.

"Ah know this means a lot to you," she said, giving her fiance a large, 'squishy' hug. "I hope you can convince her to come. Thanks fer going with him, Applejack."

"Well, ah know how much Demure means to Coral and his family, sugarcube," she replied, giving her 'big little sister' a hug. "We got so many great relations, and I want to help Coral with one of his."

"Tell her 'hi' from me," waved Applebloom, as the two headed on their way, "and that ah really want to meet her in person!"

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As Coral and Applejack headed through town towards the train station, they happened to come across Rarity, leaving her boutique for a quick lunch. When she questioned their backpacks, Applejack explained what they were doing.

"Oh, I do hope you're successful," she said, giving both AJ and Coral a hug, before her eyes shot open. "Oh-hoh-hoh, I think I have something that might help!"

Rarity rushed back to her boutique, and a few minutes later, returned to AJ and Coral, with a sealed envelope.

"Here," she said, handing it to Coral. "For your Aunt."

"Thanks," he said, taking the envelope. "What is it?"

"It's a personal note from me, to several different boutiques I frequent in Manehattan. If your Aunt decides to come, she can visit any of them, and they'll let her have any of their dresses free of charge to wear to the wedding! The boutiques in the letter know me, so they know I'll just reimburse them for the dress later."

"But, isn't that going to be expensive?" asked Coral.

"Oh-puh-kuh-poo, you are talking to the element of generosity, Coral dear," she smiled. "And besides, if it can help convince your Aunt to visit for your special day, consider it money well-spent."

"Thank you, Rarity," smiled Coral, giving her another hug. "I really appreciate this."

"Mmmm," she murmured pleasantly, feeling his firm bulge against her thighs.

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Soon, the two were on their way, as the train headed east towards Manehattan.

As the train chugged along, Coral found himself eyeing the scenery. Just like when he had taken the trip from Galloping Gulch down to Ponyville, he was seeing more of Equestria for the first time. Soon, as the train approached a tall mountain, he found his eyes gazing up at a sight he had only seen and read about in his books: Canterlot.

"I didn't realize it was so high up," he noted, craning his neck to see what he could of the gold-and-white spires, reaching up to the sky.

"Yeah, it sure is a nice place to visit," said AJ. "Course, ah prefer Sweet Apple Acres m'self."

Pretty soon, the sight of the castle was replaced with darkness, as the train headed into a tunnel.

As the inner-lights of the cabin illuminated the passengers, Coral and Applejack began to talk a little about Manehattan.

Though Coral had read about the city in his books, Applejack told him a little about what she and her friends had encountered on their last trip to the vast metropolis.

"Ah gotta warn ya," she cautioned. "Manehattan moves a lot faster than Ponyville, or even Galloping Gulch. Try to take it easy, and let me know if you feel a little overwhelmed. Ah wanna make sure you return home in one piece, okay?"

"Got it," said Coral, as the train shot out of the tunnel, and sunlight streamed back into the cabin.

Off in the distance, he could make out pony-made structures of steel and glass, that shone like hypnotic beacons, high in the sky. As the train crested another hill, he could feel a tinge of excitement, as the densely-packed city revealed itself. His eyes darted back-and-forth, trying to take it all in.

"Easy there, fella," smiled AJ, putting a hand on his knee. "Don't ferget why we came here."

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Once they had disembarked, Coral and Applejack made their way out of Maneway Station, and up onto the busy streets.

Coral found his eyes drawn in every direction, as hundreds of ponies thundered around them. The streets were filled with numerous carriages, and even taxis with their yellow and black colors, seemed to be everywhere.

Fortunately, Applejack had her wits about her, and managed to flag down a cab. Soon, the two were on their way to Demure's place.

Coral continued to gawk in awe, notably at the tall, gleaming buildings that seemed to reach higher than Twilight Sparkle's castle.

"I wonder if Aunt Demure works in any of these buildings," he said aloud. "The views must be incredible."

Eventually, the cab brought the two to their destination, and Applejack and Coral soon found themselves at the front doors of a large apartment building. It's modern design of glass and steel, enveloped the two as they walked into the elaborately-tiled entryway, complete with a water fountain, gurgling away.

Coral went to the directory, and soon found his Aunt listed under the name "D Prudence." He pressed the button next to the name, but got no response. He tried a few more times, but still got no response.

"Maybe she's just out runnin' some errands," noted Applejack. "Ah bet if we wait around, we'll catch her on the way back inside."

"Sounds like a plan," smiled Coral, before a gurgle in his stomach caused him to blush.

"Hungry?" asked AJ.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, why don't you sit by the fountain and keep a lookout? I'll see if I can find us somethin' to eat close by."

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Sometime later, both Coral and Applejack were chowing down on a few carrot dogs. Coral had never had a carrot served on a bun with ketchup and mustard before, but he had to admit, the ones that Applejack had gotten him, hit the spot.

While Applejack excused herself to sit in a chair further in the lobby, Coral decided to wait outside.

Even though the street was not as busy as the one in front of the station, he was quite interested watching what was going on around him. He saw business ponies rushing by with suitcases in hand, a family of ponies walking their dog, all sorts of things he had imagined that happened in a big city like this one.

As he turned to look down the street, he saw a light-yellow pony pushing a metal cart, filled with groceries. As he watched her, Coral couldn't help but feel she looked...familiar. Her light-green hair was shorter, and she was a bit thinner than he had last remembered, but next thing he knew, he was slowly walking towards her.

"Aunt Demure?" he called out, waving a hand in the air.

"Um, hello?" she responded, a look of confusion on her face. "Do I know you?"

"Aunt Demure, it's me, your nephew Coral."

This caused her to stop in place, as he walked up to her.

"Coral? Wh-what brings you here to Manehattan?"

"I came to talk to my favorite Aunt," he replied, coming up next to her, and giving her a hug. He could feel his bulge squish against her thighs, as a second later she winced suddenly, and slipped out of his embrace.

"What's wrong?" he asked, as she took a few cautious steps backward.

"N-nothing," she replied.

As he watched, she reached for her cart, but seemed to keep at least a foot away from his crotch.

"So, you, came to see me?" she asked casually, pushing the cart forward.

"Yep. And, I brought a friend along with me."

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Pretty soon, Coral and Demure entered the lobby, where Coral quickly introduced his Aunt to Applejack.

"It's a pleasure to meetcha, Ms Prudence," smiled Applejack. "Coral here speaks very highly of you."

"He, he does?" asked Demure, a little surprised.

"Sure as sunshine. Have tah say, he seems pretty educated fer a stallion coming from Galloping Gulch. Uh, no offense."

"None taken," replied Demure. "So, I take it you two are in town for some sightseeing?"

"Actually, Demure," said AJ. "The only sight we came to see, and talk to, is you."

"M-me?" stuttered Demure. "Why me-oh dear, I better get this stuff up to my apartment. Don't want that vanilla oat swirl ice cream to get runny."

Demure wheeled her cart over to the elevator, and Coral and Applejack followed. However, they were surprised when she looked at them curiously.

"Oh, you, want to come up?" she asked.

The question struck Coral as a little odd, and he exchanged a questionable glance with Applejack.

"Um, yes?" he replied, as the elevator doors opened.

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The ride up in the elevator was rather quiet, with Demure keeping some distance from her guests. Things continued to seem odd, as once the doors opened on the 16th floor, Demure bolted down the long hallway, and Coral and AJ found themselves speed-walking to catch up to her.

They found themselves five steps behind Demure, as she opened her apartment door, and disappeared inside with her cart. Coral and Applejack waited a few moments by the open doorway, before they stepped inside.

A small hallway led them into a living room, with several strange pieces of furniture. Along one wall were several bookcases, filled to bursting with all manner of books, and some pieces of paper scattered about.

As he looked around, Coral noticed a few family pictures on the walls. He recognized the black-and-white pictures as being those of his Mother's and Demure's parents. Going around the living room, he saw a few pictures of Demure, but strangely, there were no pictures of his Mom or Dad, or even him.

"I don't usually have visitors," called out Demure from the kitchen. "I'm afraid all I have to drink is tea. Would you like some?"

"That's fine, Auntie," called out Coral.

"Same goes fer me," said Applejack.

And so, a few minutes later, the three were sitting in Demure's living room, as a nearby clock ticked away.

"So," said Demure. "Why have you two come, all this way to see me? I'm nopony important."

"You are to Coral," replied Applejack. "And, to yer little sister, Gentle."

"G-gentle?" asked Demure. "You know...about Gentle?"

"Sure do. Ah went up to Galloping Gulch a few months back. Met her and yer brother-in-law, Chestnut Solace. Really nice lil' farm they got up there."

"Yes, I, remember it fondly," smiled Demure. "From my, 'younger days.' It belonged to our parents."

"It's still pretty much the same as you last saw it," chimed in Coral. "Nothing much changes up there...course, I'm due for a lil' change soon."

"You are?" asked Demure, her eyes darting down to his bulge, resting betweem his thighs. "Y-you mean yer-"

"Getting married," he smiled, not quite noticing her eyes shifting from his crotch to across the room. "That's why me and Applejack came to see you."

"Y'see Demure," said AJ. "Coral was a hired hand at my family's farm in Ponyville and, well, he and mah lil' sister, um, well, they grew to love each other very much."

"And the wedding's in three weeks, Auntie," continued Coral. "We've sent out invitations to as many relatives as we could. We sent you a pretty well-packed invitation, but haven't received a response from you."

"Well," said Demure, taking a sip from her teacup, "It just so happens, that I did get your invitation."

"Oh thank Celestia," sighed Applejack. "Ah wuz afraid it might have gotten lost in the mail, or not had enough postage on it."

"What about the reply?" asled Coral. "Did you send back the reply notice?"

"Well, no," replied Demure. "I...well, I just figured not responding would be information enough."

The response was met with silence for a few moments, before Applejack spoke. "Uh, come again?"

"I'd just, rather not attend," said Demure, taking a long sip from her teacup. "Hmm, I seem to need a refill. Anyone else want more?"

The young stallion and the honest Apple watched as Demure quickly headed into her kitchen. Applejack just stared after her, but Coral suddenly got to his hooves, and followed after her.

"Why don't you want to come, Aunt Demure?" he asked, as she prepared more tea.

"I, just don't want to go," she replied, not making eye contact.

"Please Aunt Demure, me and Applejack came all this way...won't you reconsider, for us? For my fiance, Applebloom? For your sister?"

*CLANG*

The metal tin fell from Demure's hands, and she quickly began scooping up tea leaves.

"Oh, I'm such a klutz," she said, tossing the leaves in the sink. "Guess I inherited that from your Grandfather."

Coral had been suspecting something for awhile now, but as he watched his Aunt busy herself in front of him, he found several words escaping from his lips.

"You just don't want to come...why not?"

"I just...I just don't," said replied. "Now, would you like some more tea-"

"That's not an answer, Demure," said Coral, his voice rising to an unsettling tone. "There's got to be a reason, and as your nephew, I deserve to know what that reason is."

"You know, maybe you should try some chamomile," she said, opening a nearby cupboard. "It'll calm you down-"

"I want an answer," said Coral, walking towards his Aunt, as out in the living room.

Her reaction to this was unlike anything Coral had ever seen. As he drew near, she jumped 3 feet away from him, as if he had been a giant spider!

"D-don't come any closer," she pleaded. "I, I touched you once, and I can only hope to Celestia that I don't catch it."

"Catch?" he asked. "Catch what?"

"W-whatever's affected you too," she said timidly, pointing to his bulging pants. "Gentle said, I had nothing to worry about, but, I guess she affected you too."

Those last words hung in the air between them, as Coral felt himself getting more upset.

"What the hay are you talking about!?" he asked. "My Mother didn't 'affect me.' I will admit I was, big, growing up in my preteens, but this...well, it came about because of my fiance, Applebloom."

"Y-your fiance...made you, bigger?" she asked, sounding scared. "Is she affected too?"

"Wh-I-eh-NO!!" cried out Coral, before calming the tone of his voice. "I'm sorry, it's just that...I think we need to have a talk, Auntie. Now, I'm just gonna go back out in the living room, and sit with Applejack, until you're finished getting your tea ready."

And with that, Coral resumed his seat on the couch, as Applejack just quietly looked at him, not saying a word about what she had heard coming from the kitchen.

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5 minutes later, Demure, Coral, and Applejack were all back in the living room.

Coral took the opportunity to summarize his last few months with the Apples, as well as the realization that Applebloom was, like Gentle Bounty, a milkmare. However, being the polite nephew he was, Coral did not mention how he and Applebloom had come to this conclusion (let alone earned their cutie marks). He also provided some relief for Applejack, by not mentioning what she had done, following their 'growth spurt.'

"So," said Demure, "my sister isn't the only one?"

"Doesn't seem like it," replied Coral. "Makes me wonder, if there may be other milkmares across Equestria we don't know about."

"So," said Demure, turning her attention to Applejack, "how is your family, taking it?"

"Well, we're takin' it alright, ah s'pose," said AJ. "Course, it took a little time fer me to come around. Ah think Coral can definitely say, ah wuz a tad stubborn about accepting what was happening to Applebloom."

"I see," said Demure, taking another sip.

"Still, meetin' with your sister was quite an eye-opener. I have to admit that if it hadn't been for her and your brother-in-law, well, I don't think I would have become so open-minded."

"Speaking of Mom, Aunt Demure," interrupted Coral, suspiciously, "where are the pictures of her? I haven't seen one in the whole apartment."

"Oh, well I didn't want those old things cluttering up the place," she said, nervously. "You know pictures, they can take up a lot of, room in an apartment."

"Really?" he said, his eyes darting around the rather empty living room walls.

"Coral, what're you getting at?" asked Applejack.

"Just that it seems that the Aunt Demure whom I grew up loving and respecting...isn't the pony I thought she was."

"Coral," said Demure, "Please don't-"

"It's because of our size, isn't it?" he asked her. "You're afraid to be seen with your sister, or even get close to me, your nephew who cares about you a whole lot...just because I'm bigger than most stallions. Is that it?"

"Coral, please-"

"Demure Prudence, just answer the question: yes, or no?"

Silence permeated the room for a few minutes, before Demure quietly nodded her head.

"Wait a minute," said Applejack. "You mean to say, that you're ashamed of your sister, just because she's a...a milkmare?"

Once again, Demure said nothing, but just quietly nodded again.

Coral was about to say something, when Applejack laid a hand on his knee, and shook her head. Obeying her, Coral kept quiet, as he watched Applejack move over next to Demure.

"Demure," she began, "please don't take this the wrong way. Y'see, Coral spoke very highly of you, and from what I've seen of how he is, I believe that while his Mother gave him the care and attention he needed, you helped give him the knowledge he needed up in Galloping Gulch...but, fer being a rather bright pony...well, I hate to say this but, I think you need to learn a thing or two."

"Excuse me?" asked Demure, a tone of suspicion and curiosity in her voice.

"You seem to think what your sister and nephew have are bad things. Well you know what? You need to look past what they have, and what they 'really have.'"

"W-what do you mean, what they really have-"

"They, love you," said Applejack, looking directly into Demure's eyes. "When your little sister spoke about you, she told me and my family, how much you meant to her. She loves and respects you Demure, and most important of all...she misses you."

"R-really?" asked Demure, a glint of liquid appearing at the corner of her eyes.

"As sure as Celestia raises the sun. And ah I mean that, from one big sister to another. My Applebloom isn't so little no more, and ah will admit, when she suddenly grew as big as she is now, well...I think I felt just as you do. I couldn't work things out at that time, and...let's just say I made some mistakes. However, I learned from them, and I owe it to your family, and to Coral. They helped me realize that I was looking and thinking about some things the wrong way. And now, I'm gonna be the Best Mare at my sister's wedding, because of what I learned."

Demure found herself looking into Appejack's face, where her gaze was met with a small smile.

"She's right, Auntie," said Coral. "I swear, if Applejack hadn't learned what she knows now, I seriously doubt we'd be sitting here with you. And it's like she says, 'size doesn't matter.' Your sister may be big enough to live in a barn now, but that hasn't changed how she feels about you...and It probably never will. I mean, I got, well, 'this' between my legs, and while it did make me feel self-conscious, I met a number of ponies, who see me for 'who' I am, not 'what' I am."

Demure just sat in silence for some time, not saying a word. The only sound, was the ticking of the nearby clock, and the distant sound of traffic outside. Finally, she spoke:

"I'll...I'll think about it."

"Auntie," said Coral, "Can you just give us a yes or no? It'd really make us feel better, if we had an answer."

"Coral," she said, looking him in the eye. "I know you're getting married soon, but, I need time on this. Time to think. Surely you can understand that."

Coral gave a long sigh, realizing that what he had hoped would be an easy resolution, hadn't turned out as he had hoped. He tapped his fingers together for a bit, before passing Rarity's envelope to his Aunt.

"It's from a good friend of ours," he said. "She's the one who helped make me these pants, and made some clothes for Applebloom, and Mom. That note of hers in there will get you a dress from a few boutiques around here, if you do decide to come."

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A few moments later, Demure was seeing her guests to the door, though bringing up the rear of the procession, and still keeping a bit of distance between her and her nephew.

"Ah hope you do consider coming," said Applejack, giving her a hug.

"We'll see," said Demure, as she turned to Coral.

"Bye, Auntie," he said, giving her a hug, though leaning out a bit, so his crotch wasn't squishing against her knees. He could feel her wince a bit, but she was holding herself together better than she had the first time he had hugged her. "In case you can't make it, this is an extra-big hug from Applebloom and me."

Demure then watched the two walk down the hallway. They gave her a polite wave, before disappearing into the waiting elevator car. As she closed the front door, she walked back into her apartment, and headed over to a nearby desk drawer.

Opening it, she removed the envelope, containing the wedding invitation, and letters from Coral and his friends. She placed it on the coffee table, next to the envelope from Rarity.

Next, she went to her room, and opened her closet. Stacked among a number of dresses, were several photo albums. Taking one down, she carried it into the living room, placing it next to the envelope.

Opening the album she began flipping through it's pages. Soon, she found herself looking at a picture from her childhood home. On a familiar-looking porch-swing, sat two little fillies, happily smiling at the camera, holding hands.

"Oh, Gentle," she sighed.

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Author's Note

I know I know, this probably wasn't a very 'big' chapter like some of you were thinking, but to me, in the context of the overall story, it covers another side of Coral's family, we have not seen yet, and, it gives us a chance to put Coral and Applejack together, before the big day.

Demure was somewhat of an enigma as I wrote out her character in previous chapters. I wanted to show that she seemed 'practical,' and that she seems to possess a nervousness about...'bigness.' One has to wonder, if Gentle Bounty and Chestnut Solace had taken her offer to house Coral and have him study in Manehattan, and his cock and balls swelled as they did in his early teens, would she have been accepting of this, or shied away from him (Something to think about).

A few weeks ago, I went to New York City, to attend the New York City Comic Con for the first time. This was also the first time I spent almost 4 full days in Manhattan, and tried to wrap my brain around the feeling, and insert it into this story (though I spared Coral smelling the constant burning and meat smell that seemed to be everywhere as I walked the streets!). New York is very much a place where things are constantly moving, and we got a taste of that here.

I did struggle with story length, but I think what we have here, is enough to see that Coral's Aunt has changed from the last time he saw her. In truth, I based her a little on an Uncle of mine, who became somewhat reclusive from the rest of our family in California. Much like Coral having fond memories of his Aunt, I too thought highly of my Uncle growing up, but in his later years, his withdrawing into the world of lethargy and Fox News, definitely turned me off a bit. He rarely ever went to family functions (didn't even come to my Grandma's 90th Birthday Party in 2010!). However, he surprised many of us, when he showed up for the wedding of my cousin's daughter in 2016 (he didn't stay for the reception, but even I was surprised to see him sitting next to my other Uncle on my Mom's side).

Originally, I had considered having Coral pointed out for his massive bulge, maybe a few ponies in Manehattan making fun of him, but the more I thought of it, the more it felt ridiculous to do so. I believe I was also trying to go for the angle of Moondancer's storyline from the MLP series, but we leave the resolution up in the air, to see if we'll get a happy ending or not.

I will give this little tidbit: We're almost at the end of the tunnel with The Expansive Romance of Applebloom and Coral Leaf. Hard to believe that I posted my first chapter almost a year ago, at the end of this month! I'm going to try and work to get the next chapter finished, and prepared for the 1-year anniversary! Toodles!

Chapter 18

Needless to say, the trip back to Ponyville was rather somber for Coral Leaf and Applejack. Wherein they had hoped to convince his Aunt Demure to come to the wedding, they had to face the facts that she was not only unsure, but also seemed to have an aversion to "ponies of unusual size."

"I can't believe she thinks that way," said Coral, his eyes drifting down to his swollen crotch.

"Maybe she'll change her mind," said AJ, reassuringly. "After all, if I can, maybe she can."

"I hope so," he sighed. "Say, do you mind keeping Aunt Demure's feelings a secret between us?"

"If you want me to, I will," replied AJ, as Manehattan disappeared from view out the nearby window.

"Thanks, Applejack. I know you're known for being 'honest' and all, but, given we're so close to the wedding, I just don't want to bring anypony down with what we found out."

"I understand," nodded AJ, as the train chugged along.

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Upon returning to Sweet Apple Acres, Coral and AJ kept word of their meeting with Demure Prudence very simple. Coral claimed that his aunt was 'busy at the moment,' and that she was seeing if her schedule would allow her to attend. Luckily, everypony in the Apple family accepted the explanation.

With the big city trip now behind him, Coral tried his best to push his worried thoughts aside, as preparations for the wedding really began to ramp up.

The next day, after discussing a few details with Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo accompanied him to the jeweler's in town, to pick out the rings for the ceremony. Coral was pretty confident in the ring for himself, but when it came to choosing Applebloom's, Sweetie and Scootaloo took their time. Coral wasn't sure if they were doing this on purpose, but 3 hours later, the trio left the jeweler's with their purchases.

Fortunately, when Applebloom saw the ring that her friends had chosen for their friend, she claimed it was perfect, and Coral breathed a sigh of relief, lest he spend another 3 hours waiting for another ring design to be chosen.

A few days later, Rarity told Coral that she had finished Gentle Bounty and Chestnut Solace's wedding attire, and wanted him to accompany her and Twilight to the fitting.

Coral happily agreed, and with a large wooden crate in tow, Twilight transported them back to his childhood home.

Like last time, Twilight assisted Rarity in clothing the enormous yellow milkmare. Coral meanwhile, accompanied his father into the family's farmhouse, to try on his suit.

As they discussed how things were going for wedding preparations, Coral let slip about the trip to Manehattan. Maybe it was because he needed somepony to confide in, but Coral found himself telling his Dad, what he and Applejack had found out.

"I see," said Chestnut, pausing from his attempts to secure his cufflinks. "I guess that would explain some of her actions over the years."

"I feel upset that she feels this way," admitted Coral, "but, at the same time...she's my Aunt, and Mom's Sister."

"That's what it feels like to be 'family,' Son," said Chestnut, putting a firm hand on Coral's shoulder. "Nopony's perfect."

"I hope Mom understands-"

"You know what? I think it's best, that you don't tell her," cautioned Chestnut. "I know we raised you to be truthful and all, but, I think it would hurt your Mother more than help her if she knew."

"Okay," nodded Coral, and with that, the two stallions finished suiting up Chestnut, and headed out to the barn, where they gave a few raps on the closed doors.

"Who is it?" sang out Rarity.

"Just two stallions, come to call on Mrs Gentle," smiled Chestnut. "Is she able to accept gentlecolt callers?"

"I certain am," came Gentle's voice through the door. "All handsome stallions are welcome to enter."

Heaving open the doors, father and son were met with the fruits of Rarity's labor.

Wrapped around Gentle's immense bosom, was a shimmering green expanse of material, that sparkled in the overhead lights. As Coral and his Father walked around the enormous expanse, they noted how certain portions seemed to shimmer in a rainbow of colors, as the overhead lights caught certain areas of the material.

As Coral and his Father ascended to the top of the platform, they encountered Twilight and Rarity standing next to Gentle...who upon seeing Chestnut in his suit, gave a big smile.

"Is that my Chesney?" she asked.

"As sure as yer my Genny," he replied, walking up to her.

Nearby, Rarity was trying to contain herself from squealing out loud, the mood seeming to satisfy her that her efforts had paid off.

However, after a few moments, she was questioning both of Coral's parents, asking how they were feeling, and if any additional changes would need to be made.

"Please bear in mind that I also have to finish up work on the wardrobe for the rest of the wedding party," she cautioned. "I have only a very small window to make any changes to what you are wearing, so, speak now, or forever hold your peace."

"Seems fine to me," said Chestnut, flexing his arms a little, and shaking out his pant-legs. "I think this will do nicely."

"And how about you, Gentle?" asked Rarity. "Everything feel comfortable?"

"Very much so, Rarity," she smiled, her hands running down the sides of her shimmering formal wear.

"Phew, I am so glad to hear it!"

"Say Rarity," interjected Coral, "what about my suit for the ceremony?"

"Oh, well I'm still in the final stages of finishing your pants. I consider your wardrobe part of the second phase of my work. I'll be checking up on you in a few days, once we get back to Ponyville."

"I'm sure he'll look very handsome," remarked Gentle. "You know, I've never seen my Coral in a suit."

"Well, there's always a first time for everything," smiled Twilight, making Coral blush a little.

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After Chestnut and Gentle had changed out of their wedding attire, Twilight and Rarity made plans to return in a few weeks, to prepare and transport them to the pre-wedding get-together for both of the family's relations.

Once the trio was back in Ponyville, it was back to the grindstone.

Rarity returned to her boutique to work on the rest of the wedding attire, and Coral continued to help out around Sweet Apple Acres.

A number of places near the farm house had been roped off, designating where a large number of tents were being set up for visiting family members.

Also per Twilight's request, they were figuring out a question that seemed to be the biggest of all: where was Gentle Bounty going to be during the wedding?

After much deliberation, it was decided that an area between the farm house and the barn, would be most appropriate. Gentle of course, was too big to sit in the front row for the wedding (she could very well take up 2 dozen rows with her bosom alone, AND block the view for many who would have been sitting behind her!), and it was decided that she and Chestnut would sit off to the side, but still be able to have a good view of the nuptials, and the reception afterwards.

Twilight was also prepping a spell to create a sturdy, enlarged tent to house Coral's parents. On a visit to the farm to meet with Coral, she projected an example of what it would look like: a structure that could have contained the Apple family's barn!

"Think they'll like it?" she asked him.

"Sure do," he replied. "Thanks again for all your help, Twilight."

"Don't mention it," she replied. "Oh, speaking of mentioning, Rarity wanted me to tell you, she's ready to give you your fitting!"

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And so, that afternoon, Coral found himself at Canterlot Boutique trying on his new suit.

Rarity wasn't alone of course, as Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were also hanging around, since Rarity had just finished up some last-minute alterations for their bridesmaids dresses.

Naturally, the two fillies were using their free-time to pester the groom-to-be.

"Everything fitting okay in there, Coral?" called Scootaloo through the door.

"Yeah, so far," he replied.

You got your friend under control?" chimed in Sweetie, giggling under her breath.

"Pretty much."

"Say, I bet's he's real excited about the wedding night," teased Scootaloo. "After being all cooped up, he's finally gonna have some real fun!"

"Scootaloo, can you-"

"And don't forget about Applebloom," said Sweetie. "She was just telling us the other day, how that big golden bosom of hers, was aching for a visit from a certain somepony's huge, firm, and massive-"

"RARITY!!!"

Needless to say, the fashionista quickly shuffled the girls downstairs, as Coral (now having a bit more trouble than before), struggled to get into his clothes.

After 20 minutes, He had gotten calmed down enough to fit into his pants, and descended the stairs, as the two fillies playfully cheered and whooped it up down below.

For Coral's wedding attire, Rarity had gone a step beyond the suit he had worn for the barn dance.

The suit was a mixture of dark grey and black materials, with the lapels of his jacket, giving off a slight green sheen when the light caught it ("It'll help accentuate your hair," she told him). His white shirt was completed by a formal black tie, along with monogrammed buttons, and cufflinks!

Of course, the eyes of the girls and Rarity, were focused moreso on Coral's prominent pouch.

"How does it feel down there?" asked Rarity, watching the bulging outline shift slightly.

"A little loose at the moment," said Coral. "I managed to calm myself down enough to make it fit."

"Well, that simply won't do," said Scootaloo, taking Sweetie's hand. "Sounds like you need a little help from the Cutie Mark Crusaders!"

Rarity was a little perplexed, as the girls each leaned in towards one of Coral's ears, whispering quietly into them. She watched as Coral's eyes closed, and a few moments later, the pouch began to fill with more of his stallionhood!

Before long, Coral gave a strained grunt, before declaring he was close to cumming.

"Ok girls that'll do," said Rarity. "Last thing we need is our big beau here, ruining his pants!"

After the girls complied, Rarity came over and knelt down in front of him.

"May I?" she asked innocently.

"Sure," he replied, "you are the designer."

And that was how Rarity found her hands rubbing and feeling the massive cock and balls, tightly-pressed against the special pouch she had constructed.

Surprisingly, Coral admitted that he felt fine, leading to Rarity firmly pressing and testing the area around his legs.

Next, it was time to test the special pants in a few more situations.

Coral completed a few laps around the boutique, and also walked up and down the staircase a few times.

Next, he submitted himself to some squats. Everyone kept expecting to hear the sounds of rending material, but the pants stayed intact (with not a thread coming undone!).

Finally, Coral was subjected to the last task: sitting down. Fortunately, as his equipment settled in the space between his legs, the material and stitching held up, and Rarity breathed a sigh of relief!

"Well, looks like you're all set, Coral," she declared. "Now, I just need to finalize Applebloom's wedding dress."

"Oh?" he asked, mischievously. "Can I get a little peek-"

"Ohnonononono! NO!!" she said, staring directly into his face. "Per the rules of this wedding, you are not to see my creation until your Applebloom comes walking down that aisle! Okay?"

"Okay," he gulped, watching her face go from serious-to-smiling, in less than a second.

"Excellent! Now, you are free to take your suit back to the farm. Oh, and can you tell Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith to come by when they get a moment?"

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After bringing his suit back to Sweet Apple Acres, and relaying Rarity's message, Coral took some time to visit Applebloom in the barn.

"Did yer fitting go well?" she asked.

"Sure did," replied Coral, nuzzling her cheek. "Rarity had me do all sorts of stuff trying to make sure those pants fit. They held up against a lot."

"Ah bet they did," she smiled, her right hand trailing down his shirt, to the upper bulge in his blue jeans. "Course, yer gonna have to behave yerself in front of our relations."

"Yes, Ms Applebloom," he said, trying to sound like a little kid.

"Ah mean it, y'know," she said, her smile deepening as her hand began to playfully rub against his jeans. "You be on yer best behavior, y'hear? Once we're wed, we're gonna have plenty of time to ourselves."

"Promise?"

"Cross mah heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," she giggled, miming the Pinkie Promise, before Coral kissed her eye playfully.

"Needs more frosting," he said, as he pulled back, and his lips moved down a ways, making contact with hers.

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Before everypony knew it, there were just a few days left before the big day.

Two days before the start of the wedding, Ponyville found itself overrun by a massive amount of Apples!

Each train that pulled into the Ponyville Station, brought a load of family members from all over, who then started making their way up to Sweet Apple Acres.

Of course, Coral, Applebloom, and her family were there at the entrance of the farm to greet all the Apple relations as they came through. Along with the family, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were right by their best friend's side. Sweetie especially, as weeks of magic training had paid off, and she had been able to give Applebloom's immense breasts enough support, so she could walk out of the barn, and down to the entrance!

Naturally, almost everypony was surprised to see just how big Applebloom had grown since their last family reunion some time ago. Coral could even see some of the Apple relations eyeing his swollen jeans, before their eyes darted back up to look him in the eye.

In the main farm area, dozens of tables and chairs had been set up, and stretching off into the nearby western orchard, the tops of dozens of tents could be seen: sleeping quarters for the many relations who would be spending the next few days on the farm.

After a few hours, many of the guests were surprised when Twilight Sparkle and Rarity appeared. Twilight greeted many of the Apple relations, as she and Rarity made their way into the main farm yard.

"Okay everypony," she soon declared, "Please back up, and give me some room."

Using her magic and some sticks for marking points, she soon had a large area cordoned off.

"Alright, that should do the trick," she said to herself, before turning to the other Apples. "Attention, everypony. Please do not go within the area I have marked off. In the next 20 minutes, a few more guests will be arriving inside the circle."

"A few?" asked one Apple relation. "Looks like there's enough room for a few dozen."

Rarity soon joined Twilight in the center of the circle, and as the others watched, a pink orb enveloped them, and they disappeared.

Naturally, Coral and Applebloom knew what was going on, but decided to stay mum until "the big reveal." When a relation or three asked if they knew who was arriving, they feigned ignorance.

"Guess we'll just have to see what Twilight has in store fer us," smiled Applebloom.

"Well, whatever it is, it can't be any bigger than you," smirked Coral to her.

As promised, twenty minutes later, activity began to happen within the circular area. As everypony watched, a sparking pink dot seemed to hover in the air. Before long, it pulsed outward, growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until it became a half-circular dome of pink, reaching the edges of the area. Then with a bright flash of white, the dome disappeared.

In it's place, was a sight that made almost every Apple relation gasp!

Gentle Bounty's enormous bosom (clothed in Rarity's green dress!) towered over the yellow pony's regular-sized body, as Chestnut Solace, Twilight, and Rarity stood nearby.

Applejack then stepped forward, and took the time to introduce Coral's parents to the family. Gentle and Chestnut both looked a little unsure of being accepted, but in a few minutes, several dozen Apples came forward, and greeted the two.

Naturally, Gentle was quickly inundated with questions about her enormous chest, and she was more-than-willing to answer all of them!

Chestnut meanwhile, was soon caught up in a conversation about not only his wife, but his home life too. He tried to steer the conversation in a positive direction, but soon admitted to the financial troubles he and Gentle had been experiencing.

Surprisingly, he soon had a number of Apple family relations claiming they wanted to help him out! Some even recommended visiting the farm, and planting apple trees that Chestnut could farm, and use for a new source of income come harvest time.

Eventually, Coral and Applebloom (with an assist from Sweetie Belle), made their way over the new arrivals.

Applebloom was eager to give her future mother-in-law a hug, and almost bowled over an aunt or three. Luckily, there were no injuries, and the two big ponies shared a 'side-hug.'

"Applebloom, are you gonna be as big as her?" asked one of her little cousins, causing both of the enormous fillies to laugh (and jiggle) at the same time.

"I don't know, honey," replied Applebloom. "Guess we'll just have to wait and see."

Coral joined his Dad in conversation, and pretty soon, the group of stallions around them, were also inquiring about his sizable bulge. A few were unsure if what Coral was packing was even real, and wanted to see 'it' for themselves. Of course, Coral did remind them that they were out in the open with other family present.

"Maybe a little later, in private," he suggested, somewhat relishing the attention he was getting.

Of course, even The Princess of Friendship and Rarity were entertaining family members as well.

Many of the Apples hadn't realized the damage Tirek had done when he had come to Ponyville, and Twilight soon found herself telling some of them about what had happened in town. Plus, she threw in a few words about Coral's attempts to help Ponyville build a new library, earning some approved remarks from the relations she was talking to.

"How thoughtful of that young fella," said an elderly Apple relation.

Rarity meanwhile, was standing proudly next to Gentle Bounty, and drawing attention to the enormous-yet-beautiful dress she had made for Coral's mother.

It seemed that Applejack's plan to bring the two family's together was working out well. However, some of the Apples were wondering if Coral had any other relations coming.

"Oh yeah," he replied to a few of his new in-laws. "It was Applejack's idea: the Apples come in today, and tomorrow, my relations will be coming in. Course, there aren't as many of my kin as you Apples, but I'm sure it'll all work out fine."

The afternoon soon stretched on into evening, with Gentle's enormous 'bounty' casting a long shadow as the sun set over the hills.

Pretty soon, lanterns were lit all around the area between the barn and the farmhouse, and several dozen of the Apple family helped AJ and Big Mac, bring forth dinner for everypony.

Once the family had eaten their fill, a few of the Apples pulled out some musical instruments they had brought along, and started playing a few tunes.

Pretty soon, the air was filled with the sounds of joyful music, as a number of Apple family members danced and skipped to the rhythms.

After some time however, the events of the day soon began to wear down the many family members that were present, and they began to head off to their tents.

Seeing this, Twilight decided to use her magic to get Gentle and Chestnut's dwelling ready.

Many eyes were once again drawn to Gentle Bounty, as the giant tent enfolded over her and Chestnut like a magic trick. Once it was completed, there was some applause from a few family members.

"Oh there's no need for that," smiled Twilight, humbly, "it's just a place for Gentle and Chestnut to rest."

After this, Twilight, Coral, and Applebloom (along with Sweetie Belle) entered inside.

"So, do you like it?" asked Twilight.

"It's perfect, dear," said Gentle. "And talk about good timing. I never thought meeting so many ponies would tire me out so."

"Me neither," yawned Chestnut, who sat down on a bed nearby, that had been conjured up as part of the spell.

"Well, I hope you two get a good night's rest," replied Twilight. "I'll be back in the morning to take the tent down, and I'm sure you'll have plenty of relations of your own to greet tomorrow."

As she left, Gentle gestured for the others to come over, and one-by-one, she gave each of them a hug, and wished them good night.

Once his parents were settled in, Coral accompanied Applebloom back to the barn, where her breasts settled gently to the ground, thanks to Sweetie's magic.

"Guess maybe we oughta turn in too," she said. "More relations to meet tomorrow, y'know."

"Okay," said Coral, giving her a deep kiss. "You, know, I'm getting a little anxious for the big day."

"Me too," admitted AB. "And later on that evening-"

"Buuuuut," interrupted Sweetie Belle, "until then, you're going to have to sleep in your own room, Coral Leaf."

"Yeah," he replied, feeling the wind go out of his sails. "Thanks for the slap from reality, Sweetie."

"Always glad to help," she smiled mischievously, watching Coral head up up to the farmhouse.

As he walked away, the two best friends giggled to each other, and shared a few words.

"He's just gonna be ready to burst when the wedding night comes," said Sweetie.

"Oh, don't ah know it," winked Applebloom.

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The next day, Coral's relations began arriving at the Ponyville train station. Fortunately, a number of the Apples were there to welcome them, and lead them up to the farm.

Just like the day before, the happy couple was waiting at the farm gates to welcome their guests, and also like the day before, there was plenty of gawking and questioning about what they were seeing.

Fortunately, Twilight and Applejack were on hand, helping guide the newly-arrived family members into the farm yard, and helping them mingle with the others. Of course, Twilight soon found herself among a group of Coral's relations, who realized they were meeting The Princess of Friendship for the first time!

Coral and Applebloom soon joined his relations, and Applebloom politely fielded plenty of their questions. Naturally, some having known about Gentle's breast growth, were surprised to see that it wasn't isolated just to her. Applebloom answered as best as she could, but even she had to admit that she didn't know everything about becoming a milkmare.

"However, Gentle's been very nice about explainin' what she knows," she told one pony, who happened to be one of Gentle's cousins.

"That's Gentle alright," replied the cousin. "She always had a good heart, and looks like Coral found somepony just as special as her."

"Awww," blushed Applebloom.

Gentle and Chestnut also found themselves catching up with some relations they hadn't seen in years. Of course, as Coral came over to his mother, he saw her glancing around at the numerous ponies around her.

"I don't see her," she said to her son.

"You mean Aunt Demure?" he asked.

"I was, really hoping she could make it."

Coral almost found himself admitting what he and Applejack had found out in Manehattan, but instead, gave his Mom a little smile.

"I guess she was just, busy," he replied.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said, mustering up a grin.

That evening, both of the families whooped it up as the sun set, and Coral and Applebloom were entertained as some of Coral's relatives, tried to join in during a hoe-down after dinner.

Even Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo joined in, leaving their best friend's side, and dancing with a few of the young stallions in each family.

Before long, Applejack decided that the families should turn in early.

"It's been so great seein' both of these families gettin' along so well," she called out, "but tomorrow, we'll have the whole day to celebrate! Alrighty?"

Her proclamation was met with cheering from the numerous relations, as many said their good nights to each other, and adjourned to their respective tents in the west orchard.

As Twilight's magic brought forth Gentle and Chestnut's massive tent again, Coral hugged his parents 'good night,' and with Sweetie's help, Applebloom did the same (though almost knocking her future father-in-law over with her bosom!).

"Oops, sorry Mr Solace," she said, like a little filly.

"Perfectly alright, Applebloom," he replied, straightening up. "Though from now on, I think you can just call me 'Dad.' Work alright for you?"

"Only if she can call me 'Mom,'" chimed in Gentle, smiling as the young Apple blushed in the moonlight.

"Of course ah can do that," she said to Gentle. "Y'know, ah can't believe it's...well, that it's all gonna happen tomorrow! I-I'm feelin' a little nervous right now."

"Oh Applebloom, you'll be fine," said Gentle, taking her hand. "I will admit, I was nervous too when I married Chesney over there."

"Wait, nervous?" asked Chestnut. "You never told me that."

"Well, you never asked," said Gentle, matter-of-factly, before turning her eyes back to Applebloom. "Now, I want you to put all that nervousness outta yer head, and get plenty of rest. Will ya do that fer me, honey?"

"Yes Ge-ah mean, Mom," said AB.

"That's mah girl," said Gentle, leaning in, and giving AB a kiss on her forehead. "Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, will you see she's tucked in nice and warm?"

"Sure thing," they replied, as Sweetie's magic lifted Applebloom's bosom off the ground, and the three ponies headed for the barn.

"Everything alright over here?" asked AJ, as Coral hugged his parents good night.

"Just gave Applebloom a few words to set her at ease," said Gentle. "She's a little nervous bout tomorrow."

"Well, she's not the only one," admitted Applejack. "Y'know, if you had told me a year ago that I'd be the Best Mare at mah lil' sister's wedding, I'd have told you you were crazy."

Chestnut chuckled at the words, as Gentle placed her hand on Applejack's shoulder.

"Like I told Applebloom," she said. "it'll all be fine. You really are a wonderful sister, Applejack. You helped put all this together, and it really shows how much you care for your sister, and her happiness."

"Thanks, Gentle," said AJ, doing her best to hug the enormous pony. "Well now, ah better get on to bed. And you too, Coral."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Coral, pretending to salute, before giving his parents a good night hug and kiss.

"Ah can't wait to see you in the morning," Gentle whispered to him. "My little Coral, gettin' married."

As Applejack and Coral exited the tent, Coral headed over to the barn, where Applebloom had been warmly covered with a number of blankets.

"Say girls, could I get a few moments alone with my fiance?" he asked.

"Well, alright," said Scootaloo, "but remember: no fun until tomorrow night."

"O-kay," he smirked, as the girls bounced out of the barn, but just out-of-sight.

"All tucked in?" asked Coral, walking over to Applebloom's shoulder, his hand rubbing along the curve of her bosom.

"Eeyup," she said.

"Butterflies in the stomach?"

"A few...how bout yerself?"

"Oh yeah, I'm feeling em."

"It almost seems...like a dream," she said, looking out of the barn. Across the way, a few lights were on in the farm house she had once slept in, and a ways on back, she could make out several dozen tents that housed their relations. "All these ponies, here just for us."

"At least both sides of our family seem to be getting along well," said Coral. "No fights or nothing. That I'm really glad of."

"Course, we got some of our family friends comin' tomorrow as well," said Applebloom. "I know there's a few ponies that you haven't met yet, but hopefully you'll get the chance to meet them after the ceremony."

"Well, if they're friends of a sweet lil' filly like you, I'm sure they can't be all bad," he replied, nuzzling against her neck.

Suddenly, Coral felt Applebloom's hands reach up and take hold of the sides of his face, a look of lustful longing in her eyes.

"Y'know, this is the last night I'll be able to kiss you, as just yer fiance," she said.

Before Coral could react properly, she lunged at his lips, and began to give him a number of sloppy-yet-loving kisses!

Coral found himself unable to resist, and started squeezing as close to her body as he could, returning her gifts of affection. Neither could tell how long they had been squeezing and kissing, when a familiar, 'sisterly' voice came from the doorway.

"A-HEM!"

Coral suddenly found himself having flashbacks to a few months ago, as he saw Applejack, staring intently at the couple, her arms again crossed under her bosom.

"Tomorrow's a big day," she said, matter-of-factly, "and I see a certain somepony, that should be on his way to bed."

"Right away," said Coral, kissing Applebloom one last time, as he quickly headed towards the farm house (his pants straining a bit from the excitement).

After she watched him enter the farm house, Applejack turned back to her sister.

"All comfy?" she asked.

Mm-hmm," replied Applebloom. "Y'know, you didn't need to make him jump like that."

"Well after tomorrow, I won't be able to scare him away from you anymore," chuckled AJ. "Wanted to get in one last little jump to his system."

The two sisters chuckled at the little moment, before Applejack spoke next: "You doin' alright, sugarcube?"

"I'll be fine," said Applebloom. "How's my big sister?"

"Just...thinking."

"Oh? About what?"

"About how things're gonna be different tomorrow, and yet, not. You'll still be my sister, but you'll also be Coral's wife. Guess it's, just starting to sink in, is all."

"Ah think we're all realizing how tomorrow is going to change things," replied Applebloom, "but I'm sure it'll be fine. You've seen what a great stallion Coral is, and that he doesn't just care about me, but he cares about everypony on this farm."

"Yeah," said Applejack. "Wish I could have realized that before I made a buncha stupid decisions-"

"Sis," interrupted Applebloom, "let's not get into that right now. We gotta get some sleep for tomorrow, remember?"

"If you insist," smiled Applejack, giving her sister a hug and a kiss. "Goodnight, Applebloom."

"Night, Applejack."

Applejack then made sure the blankets were nice and firm over her sister, before heading outside, and closing the barn door behind her. As she did so, she saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo standing nearby.

"You two best get back to Ponyville," she said. "You're gonna need yer beauty sleep, y'hear?"

The girls nodded, and headed off down the path, back to town.

Applejack couldn't help but stand there, taking in the quiet of the farm yard. Her eyes alighted on the lit windows in the main farm house, and off in the western orchard, she could hear a few ponies still up, doing whomever-knew-what.

And between the farmhouse and the barn, was Gentle Bounty and Chestnut Solace's tent.

Finally, Applejack headed for the main house, and closed the door behind her.

Gonna be a big day fer sure, she thought, as she turned off the kitchen light, and headed up the stairs.

Author's Note

Well, didn't really expect to do what I did with this chapter.

Originally, I figured I could combine the pre-wedding preparations with the wedding day stuff, but as my typing hit over 9,000 words, I decided to split the the difference.

With this chapter, I tried to keep the pre-wedding momentum going, while trying not to get too deep into preparations and planning (just little tastes here and there).

I know this feels like more boring 'ground-work,' but I will admit to having a lot of fun typing Chapter 19 right now (with some ideas I've had in mind for awhile that can finally see the light of day!), that you hopefully can forgive me for taking the journey this far.

I did run into a snafu when typing this chapter out, being that while I had all sorts of relations descending on Sweet Apple Acres, I kept any names off, and leave it to the reader to guess about the relations (I don't think we want to be keeping track of dozens of relatives in a story situation like this, do we?).

I did relent a bit at the end. I was going to have Applejack get a bit emotional, 'wishing Mom and Dad' could be there for the big day, but decided to not go down that path (I like to imagine that both sisters were both thinking it, but chose not to verbalize it).

Well, hope to see you back here soon. We're nearing the end, and the next chapter is definitely going to have a singular focus!

Chapter 20

Once he had locked the barn doors, Coral immediately began to take off his pajamas. His underwear was the 'hardest' part of the puzzle, but finally, the stretched material came undone, and there he stood, fully erect, before his wife.

Applebloom's eyes swept over his body, illuminated by moonlight from a nearby window. While her Coral had been attending to his wardrobe, she had undulated her massive mammaries, causing the blankets covering them to fall away. As she sensed his eyes sweeping over her body, she wiggled her finger at him.

"Come and get it, big boy," she cooed.

In seconds, Coral had crossed the floor, waded deep into his lover's cleavage, and was soon lip-to-lip with her! Their pent-up lust finally allowed to be satiated, Applebloom and Coral Leaf groped and kissed like there was no tomorrow.

Coral knew his massive hard-on would get in the way, and had shifted it to the outside of his left arm, giving him plenty of space to make contact with Applebloom's face. However, he could feel some strain as the muscles in his throbbing rod, wanted to point straight-ahead.

"Honey," said AB after a time, "mind if I greet your friend?"

"Friend?" asked Coral, sounding a little confused.

"Your friend right over there," she smiled, pointing to his cock. "He's been watchin' us make out fer awhile now, and I think he wants to join in."

"Well, if you insist," said Coral, and next thing he knew, his four-foot stallionhood was allowed to come between them.

"Well, hello there," she giggled. "Fancy meetin' you here."

Coral was getting a kick out of this little game, and moving his hands down his shaft, wiggling it a bit.

"I know," he said, giving his cock a funny voice. "I was stuck in this stallion's pants all day. I wanted to meet you earlier, but nooooo!"

"Awwww, you poor thing," cooed AB, wrapping her arms around the thick shaft in a bear hug. "Stuffed down there outta sight all day long. Well, Now that yer out, I'm gonna make you feel real good."

Coral's breathing increased, as Applebloom, with her arms still wrapped around his shaft, began to move up and down it's length. The feel of her skin rubbing against his, was making his cock tingle with excitement! She then unfolded her arms, and began to rub it's sides with her hands, almost giving his dick a sensual massage.

"Mmmm, ah haven't seen you in so long," she said, her hands reaching up to rub the bulbous head staring down at her, "you seem so, tense. Maybe we need to find a way to release a little...tension."

"Oh, I'd really like that," said Coral, giving his cock a voice again. "Do you like cream filling?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," she said, pulling the head down to eye level, it's slit level with her lips. "I'd love some...but, maybe just a taste, okay big boy?"

Coral backed up a few feet so that his cock was now angled right at his lover's head. Her hands stroked around his 'head,' rubbing and squeezing it, and driving him mad.

Soon, he felt the wet surface of her tongue, taking long, slow licks against his cock's slit! Coral almost lost control right then and there, but struggled to keep himself from plastering a few gallons of cum across his wife's face (for the moment, anyway!).

"Mmmm, tasty," she cooed, shooting Coral a look that was driving him even wilder. "But where's my creamy filling?"

Next thing Coral knew, she went back to her licking, with twice the intensity! Her tongue swirled and flicked against his cockhead, coaxing him closer and closer to a massive cum dump.

Coral's arms were stretched out to his sides, rubbing and pumping along the tops of Applebloom's massive mammaries. A few moments later, his wife's incessant tonguing paid off, as a few cups worth of precum, began leaking from his slit!

"There's my creamy-dreamy-cream," she giggled.

Coral continued to try and keep his 'reserves' at bay, as he felt her tongue lapping up the 'little' dribble he had produced.

"Mmm, you make such tasty cream," replied Applebloom, talking to the cock's head again. "Mind if I chat with my husband fer a bit?"

"Nooo," said Coral, giving his cock a voice again, and shaking it from side-to-side. "I don't mind."

"Alright. Talk to ya later."

Coral took the cue to once again move his member aside, and get chest-to-chest with his wife.

"Enjoy yer tasting?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm. Nice control, too. Was almost afraid you were just gonna spray me all over like during the barn dance."

"I figured I'd save myself fer the proper places."

"Fer example?"

As Applebloom watched, Coral's hand stroked a line between her cleavage, down her belly, and to the luscious slit of her pussy lips. His fingers slowly rubbed against their sides, as she started to moan.

As she leaned her head back, Coral slowly lowered himself to the ground, still encased within the golden walls of her massive milktanks. Above him, his cock's head stuck out like a periscope, level wih Applebloom's head.

Deep in the darkness, he leaned closer to the moistened slit, and began to lick it.

There was instant shuddering all around him, as she reacted to his actions! Coral then began to flick and roll his tongue across her pussy lips, lapping at her forbidden fruit!

"Oh Coral-MMMM-oohhhh," he heard her cry from above, "keep, keep-it, keep-oohh, MMMMMMMM!!"

Coral picked up the pace, licking faster, and moving his thumbs up to also finger her lips.

"MMMMOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she moaned aloud, as her breathing increased.

A few moments later, Coral slowly rose up to eye-level with Applebloom, her breathing slowing down.

"Why, why did you, stop?" she panted.

"I was afraid you were gonna, hyperventilate," he admitted.

"Hype....hype...whut?"

"I was afraid you were going to pass out."

The next moment, Coral was surprised as Applebloom's hands shot out to his shoulders, gripping them tightly!

"You get back down there, and finish what you started," she ordered, the tone in her voice sounding very serious!

A few moments later, the moaning had resumed, and Coral was busy once again, fingering and licking her moistened pussy! He could hear AB breathing heavily, but this time, kept on going.

He was almost beginning to grow bored, when he heard her suddenly give a shuddering cry. Then, the next thing he knew, he felt warm liquid spurt into his mouth, and across his lips!

"ACK!" he cried out, falling backwards onto the floor, almost being buried in the golden walls of her breasts!

A few moments later, he slowly got to his feet, and rose back to eye-level with Applebloom. She was leaning against her bosoms, which were heaving from her labored breathing.

"Ooohh, Coral," she sighed, "that felt, sooo nice."

"Um, glad you, liked it," he said, wiping his mouth. "But did you have to...pee on me?"

"Whuh-huh?" she asked, looking a little perlexed. "What're you talkin' about?"

"Well, I was down there pleasuring you, and suddenly, well, you shot some liquid outta there, and it, got me right in the face."

Applebloom just looked at Coral for a few more seconds, before she started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Ah guess, you didn't learn everthing about girls when you were studying," she smiled. "That stuff wasn't...what you thought it was."

"Well then," he said, wiping the stuff from his face, "what was, is, this stuff?"

"Ms Cheerilee was tellin' us about it during sex education. Apparently, ponies have the ability to release certain, juices when they orgasm. Course, this is the first time it's happened to me."

"R-really?" asked Coral, feeling a bit impressed with his 'skills.' "So, if it's not...well, you know...then what is that juice made of?"

"I don't remember," replied AB. "Most of what I know about that stuff, I just told you."

"Well, maybe we should take a trip down to Twilight's library and find out," smirked Coral. "Or, we could ask yer teacher next time we see her."

"Oh no we won't," said Applebloom, trying to grab his cock for leverage. However, Coral managed to pull back enough that he was out of arm's reach. "Hey, not fair! Coral Leaf, you git back here and let me tell you what we will and won't do!"

"Actually, I rather like the view from right here," he said, standing a few feet away, still chest-deep in her bosom.

As Applebloom struggled and strained to reach the tip of his cock head, Coral playfully lolled his own head around, his eyes rolling around playfully in their sockets. As he did so, his eyes alighted on the two wedding gifts he had left near the barn door.

"Hey! Where are you goin' now?" asked AB, as he waded out of her warm bosom.

"I almost forgot," replied Coral, as he picked up the wrapped packages. "Twilight and Zecora told me these might come in handy for our wedding night. Why don't we take a little break, and see what they got us?"

Hefting the box and placing the jar on top, Coral waddled around to his beloved with their presents.

"Can I see the jar?" she asked.

Coral obliged, and handed it to her, as he unwrapped Twilight's gift. Once the paper was cleared away, he pried open the top.

Inside, were what appeared to be some kind of clear discs, with a note on top.

"What's it say?" asked Applebloom.

"To the happy couple," Coral read aloud. "As you start down your new path in life, remember it's always best to be safe, rather than sorry. If you need more, just let me know. Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle."

Once he had finished reading the note, Coral reached in and pulled out one of the discs. It was pretty big, and the clear material appeared to be bunched up around it's curved edges.

"Frisbees?" he asked, curiously.

"Let me see that," requested his wife.

Applebloom soon had her hand on the clear, rubbery disc. As she flexed it, her eyes started to get wide, before she suddenly burst out laughing!

"What's so funny, honey?" asked Coral.

"Coral, they're condoms!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Come on, try it on."

Coral maneuvered his cock towards her, and carefully (after stowing Zecora's jar under her arm), Applebloom placed the clear circle against it's head. Then, she began to roll down the edges, encasing the massive erection.

Of course, she had only so much reach, before Coral took over. A few moments later, all four feet of his cock, was contained in the protective sheath!

"Guess when she said she got some help from Rarity for the gift, it was related to my measurements," muttered Coral. "Still, condoms?"

"Mmm, and here I thought you were the responsible one, Coral Leaf," said AB, her hands lightly-stroking his well-contained cock.

"I-I am," he remarked. "What do you mean by that?"

"Ms Cheerilee told us that smart stallions use protection. Otherwise, accidents may happen."

"What kind of accidents?"

"Let's just say, ah think Applejack is gettin' used to us being together, but she's not quite ready yet to become an aunt."

"Oooohh," said Coral. "Well, anyways, I doubt that could happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm wearing a condom sure, but, there's no way I could fit inside you. So, what good are these things? Twilight just, wanted us to have a laugh, or, give us a wedding night lesson in safety?"

"I don't think so," said Applebloom, rubbing her chin. "Twilight isn't one for jokes, and she usually has a practical reason behind the gifts she gives."

"Maybe she just wants to be sure that my spunk isn't gonna make you grow bigger, like at the barn dance."

"Awww, I'm pretty sure I grew then, because my cutie mark was sayin' my destiny was to be a milkmare?" replied Applebloom, before remembering the jar under her arm. "Wait! Maybe Zecora's gift has another clue."

Untucking the jar from under her arm, she unwrapped the green leaves from around it's surface. The jar seemed to contain a dark substance, and attached to the side, was a folded piece of paper. Applebloom carefully unfolded it, and started to read:

Best wishes to the both of you,
As you start your future, big and new.
Twilight told me how you've grown,
To sizes I have never known.
By now you're wrapped in wedded bliss,
Cuddling close, with gentle kiss.
But surely you both have realized,
The groom seems slightly oversized.
You want to feel the passion's fire,
Of lover's longing, heart's desire.
And so I give this gift to you,
So you can do what you will do.
Just smear my gift of magic goo,
Around an orifice or two.
Then you're ready to make love,
Though please be sure to use a glove.

After she had finished reading the note, Coral and Applebloom had to chuckle a little at what had just been read.

"So she even writes in rhyme?" asked Coral.

"Hey, don't be makin' fun of Zecora," warned AB, wagging her finger.

"I didn't mean anything by it. So, shall we see if it works?"

"Coral, it's gonna work. Everthing Zecora's ever made has worked. Now, let's 'work' on gettin' you inside me."

Coral quickly re-entered the fleshy walls of bosomy bliss, once again coming face-to-face with his lover, as she handed him the jar.

"Not too much," she smirked. "Ah know how you boys like to overdo it."

Coral just rolled his eyes, and sank deep into her warm confines. Squatting down on his knees, he was soon eye-level with her pussy lips, as he opened the jar.

The few fingers full of goo he pulled out seemed to glint a little in the low-light. As he began smearing it all around the prodigious pony's orifice, he heard his bride above, gasping and giggling.

"Feel good?" he called out.

"Mm-hmmm," she sighed. "Feels kinda, tingly."

Once he was sure he had covered her opening thoroughly, Coral quickly shuffled out of AB's boobs, and placed the jar on a nearby barrel. He then quickly returned to his sanctuary, his encased cock eager to go. He felt a little nervous about what he was attempting, but AB's face seemed to hint that she was perfectly confident in what was going to happen.

"Come on inside," she cooed, sensually beckoning him with her fingers.

He obeyed, and positioning his cock horizontally, moved towards her slit. Sure enough, he felt the tip of his huge head smoosh against her lower extremities, as she let out a loud moan. Coral gave a few light pushes, but it seemed like he had hit a wall.

"It's not working," he said.

"Mmmm, harder," she moaned.

"I don't want to hurt you, Applebl-"

"Push, harder!" She wailed.

Coral bit his lip, and applied some more force. As he did, a strange sensation came over him. It felt like the tip of his cock, was being enveloped in a warm, cozy grip! He took another step, and the sensation continued (as well as Appebloom's lustful moans!). He continued to move forward, one step at a time, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief, as the gulf between him and Applebloom's body, began to diminish!

"H-how?" he asked.

"Ah told you," she moaned, biting her lip in ecstasy. "Zecor-aa-HAAaah!"

Finally he was less than a foot away from his beloved's face, and he could wait no longer to satisfy his curiosity. Parting the golden flesh before him, he peered down (along with Applebloom), to see a shocking sight!

The few inches of his exposed shaft that he could see, was still nice and thick, but as it reached Applebloom's pussy lips, it looked like it was being sucked into it, shrinking down to be able to fit within his special somepony!

"Th-that's crazy!" he said, slowly pushing in further. "Where, is...is it all, inside of you!?"

"Ah guess so," replied AB, breathing heavily. "I, I feel somethin' down there, but it's not feelin' like I'm gonna burst wide open or nothin."

As Coral cleared the gap between them, his meaty ballsack brushed against her thighs, and he placed his hands on her bare shoulders. Soon, feeling his belly against hers, he began to slowly buck his hips.

Applebloom bit her lip, grasped his shoulders in return, and let out a long moan, as she felt his sheathed cock rubbing against her lips, and inside her!

"Mmmmm-oooooohhhh!!!" she wailed, as he picked up the speed.

Coral took this as a good sign, and began to buck faster.

The thrusting motions caused the couple to shake and jiggle all over. Applebloom's massive tits wobbled like mounds of jell-o, and though his sac was cushioned by the mass of cleavage around it, Coral felt his low-hanging fruit squishing against his wife's supple thighs!

Both of them heated up from the exertions as time seemed to stretch on, but for how long, neither could say. Coral was buoyed on by Applebloom, who began calling out louder and louder!

"YEes!! YES!!!" she cried, "OH FASTER!!"

Coral was already feeling a little fatigue, but powered through it! Finally, Applebloom uttered a loud cry, and as she finished, she hugged his body against hers. It was then, that Coral felt the dam burst within him, feeling the warmth of gallons of cum, empty into the sheath buried within his wife.

Spent from their lovemaking, the two collapsed to their knees, Coral still inside Applebloom (though feeling a little smaller). Even with AB's boobs towering over them while kneeling, they held each other tight, as their breathing slowed, and Coral wiped the sweat from his wife's brow.

Coral struggled to say something, but found himself startled, as Applebloom grabed his face, and began to kiss him.

Guess we don't need words, he thought, feeling her tongue flicking deep in his mouth.

Eventually, Applebloom let Coral come up for air, smiling hugely at him.

"That felt, amazing," she sighed.

"Oh, I know," he responded, his hands stroking the sides of her fleshy orbs, that towered around him.

"You know, you can always, pull out."

"Can't I just, have a few more minutes, Mommy?" he joked.

"Ah am not your mother," she smirked, before chuckling, "unless, you and your mother-"

"No, of course not!" he quickly spat out, before Applebloom let out a big laugh, and he rolled his eyes, realizing she had gotten him.

"Well, as your wife, I'll give you a few more minutes, and then, you gotta take care of what you did."

Coral complied, and a few minutes later, the two rose to their feet, and the 'pull-out procedure' began.

It was like a magic trick, as Coral watched his shaft get thicker and longer, as he stepped backwards. Finally, after a few minutes, he felt his tip droop, as if somepony had hung a weight on it.

Pulling himself out from between his wife's breasts, he couldn't help but stare at the changes.

His cock looked to have shrank by at least two feet, and dragging on the ground near where the tip of the condom had once been, was a massive pooling of white spunk (at least 3 gallons worth)!

Carefully, he pulled out his cock, and reaching down, tied up the condom like a garbage bag. Then, carefully hefting it above the ground, he brought it over to show Applebloom.

"Holy cow," she gasped, "that was all you emptied out of you?"

"Eeyup," he said. "Want a little taste?"

"Not right now," she replied, "However, I could use a little drink of milk. Care to fetch a little from my tanks?"

"Why not? You know, I may join you."

After sticking his 'cum-sack' in a corner of the barn, Coral fetched a nearby pail, and was soon kneeling before Applebloom's left breast. Gingerly, he began to squeeze and tug on the plump nipple. A few moments later, white liquid began to fill the pail, and he could hear her moaning from the sensation.

Finally, with the pail 3/4 full, he brought it over to her.

"Thank you," she said, as he helped her drink from it.

Coral watched as she took a few more hearty sips, before he sampled her wares. It definitely seemed like their activity was paying off, as her milk tickled his tastebuds, and he emptied the rest of the pail.

"Mmm, that hit the spot," he said, setting it down. "Maybe we should milk you after every orgasm."

"Let's just put that thought in the 'maybe' pile fer now, okay, stud?" she replied.

"Okay, vixen," he replied, picking up Zecora's jar, and looking at the goo inside it again.

"Told ya Zecora's great at what she does. Still can't believe, all of you and yer load, it all fit inside me! Wonder what would have happened if we didn't have Twilight's condom?"

"Probably make your belly swell up like a beachball," chuckled Coral, as he looked at the jar again. "Say, you were thirsty a little while ago, you feeling, hungry?"

"Hungry for what?"

"Oh, one of these?" he said, stroking his still-recovering cock. "Bet it's pretty tasty out of the wrapper."

"And, how am I supposed to fit it in my-" began AB, before she started chuckling, "okay Mister Bigshot, hand over the jar."

Coral obliged, and Applebloom soon found herself applying the gooey substance to her lips.

She then gave the jar back to Coral. Once he had resealed it, he journeyed back into her cleavage, his cock almost back to it's four-foot length.

Applebloom smacked her goo-covered lips, as the cum-dried head of the huge hard-on approached her. As if she had encountered a curious puppy, she reached out, and held the enormous tip in her hands. However, as she did, a look of doubt crossed her face, and she looked at Coral.

"Do you think, this will work?" she asked.

"I think it will," he said. "If you think something may be wrong, just wave your arms quickly, and I'll pull out."

"Okay," she replied, and continued pulling the bulbous head towards her mouth.

Once it was inches from her goo-ringed orifice, she flicked her tongue out, caressing and tasting the dried cum on the head, and the inch-and-a-half slit. Then, taking a few deep breaths, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and pressed what she could of the head, against her lips.

There was an audible gasp, as she felt Coral's head brush against her lips, and then, as she looked down, saw (and felt!) it disappearing into her mouth! By this point, she had taken in enough of his cock to surely have blocked her airway, but the sensation never came. In fact, it felt like she had the equivalent of a small egg in her mouth!

Coral meanwhile, was continuing to slowly push more and more of himself into her. As he got closer, he saw her head leaning down, still being fed his massive meatstick! Of course, he was just as in awe of what he was seeing, as she was.

Soon, with only a foot of exposed cock left to consume, he braced himself against the sides of his wife's bosom, and hoisted himself up, until his legs were splayed atop their wobbly tops. Once he had steadied himself, he continued pushing his cock forward, until soon, he felt her nose against his body.

Looking down, he was met with her orange eyes looking up at him, her mouth overflowing with some of his exposed shaft.

"Doing okay?" he asked.

With her mouth full, she gave a little nod.

"You're not hurting, are you?"

She responded with a slight head-shake.

"Can you feel where the tip is?"

She nodded again, and with her hands, pointed to an area an inch from her ears.

"So, almost near the back of your throat?"

She nodded again.

"Hmm," he said, thoughtfully. "I don't want you to gag. Are you-"

Coral never got to finish his question, as he felt her lips beginning to move back and forth along his shaft. He bounced slightly on top of her tits, as he watched part of his shaft appear and disappear into her mouth. The warmth of it was one thing, but there was the added sensation of her tongue, flicking around his cock, giving him small tingling sensations as she continued!

Coral attempted to control his breathing, as pressure on his balls caused him to look down, only to find Applebloom's hands fondling and squeezing them!

"Mmm, my playful little pony," he sighed, as she smiled and giggled through her big blowjob.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation on his equipment, being stroked and massaged in ways he had only ever dreamed of!

Suddenly, a warm sensation filled his cock, and then, he saw Applebloom's eyes go wide, as she seemed to be trying to cough!

"Oh crap," he cried out, "Honey, open your mouth as wide as you can!"

Through her coughing fit, AB complied, and Coral 'bounced' back along her enormous bosom, pulling his fuck-stick out inch-by-inch, foot-by-foot. Finally, with his cock's head exiting her mouth with a relieving gasp, Coral held his semi-stiff member off to the side, and crawled back to his still-coughing fiance!

"Applebloom? Honey? Are you alright?" he asked, reaching out and stroking her back.

She slowly nodded her head, but was still coughing, with a trickle of cum dribbling down her chin.

Sensing she probably needed some liquid, Coral attempted to dismount off her chest, landing with a loud thump next to her left breast. Grabbing up the pail, he rushed to her nipple, and quickly filled it half-full with her pristine, bodily fluids.

Taking it to Applebloom's side, her lips touched the pail, and she leaned her head back. Coral was afraid she would get a sudden face-full of milk, but that moment never came.

"More," she coughed. "One more."

Coral rushed off to comply with her wishes, and came back with a full pail this time. Applebloom chugged the pail down, and just like before, it all went right into her mouth!

Finally, she dropped the pail down, her breathing calming down.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," he said.

"Nono, you don't need to apologize," she said, looking into his eyes. "I just, wasn't prepared for all of that...to go right down my throat. I'll, be fine."

"Okay," he sighed. "Still, you sure can gulp down that milk of yours."

"Well, if you hadn't given me such a small portion the first time, it might have been enough."

"What? But that first pail was half-full."

"No it wasn't. It was like I only took a few gulps, and it was empty. The second pail was like drinkin' a full glass-and-a-half."

"Okay, now that makes even less sense," said Coral, before suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head. "On second thought, no it doesn't!"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You still got that stuff from Zecora on your lips, right?"

"Yeah, and-ooohhhh!"

"Exactly! I guess whatever passes between your lips with that stuff on them, somehow gets smaller when it goes into your mouth. Wonder why that is?"

"Maybe Zecora's just trying to make sure you don't overdo it," chuckled Applebloom.

Soon, Applebloom was back to her old self again. Coral picked up Zecora's jar, and with a twinkle in his eye, headed off around the front of his wife's chest.

"Now what are you up to?" asked Applebloom, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

A few moments later, she felt a tingling sensation on her left nipple.

"C-Coral?" she gasped. "Are, are you doin' what I think-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence, as she shockingly felt something penetrate her milk-distributing orifice!

"Yes...yes I am," he replied. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"N-no," she sighed, as she felt a 'filling' sensation, that must have been Coral's 'four feet' sliding into her gigantic gland. "It, it feels...so strange!"

"Strange-good, or strange-bad?"

"Strange-good," she replied, as she felt something bump against nipple, which she assumed was his sac.

A few seconds later, she felt his cock rubbing against her nipple's opening, as the nipple-fucking truly commenced. Her nipples had felt sensitive before, but the sensation of Coral's skin passing through it's opening, and the tingling of Zecora's gooey gel, was causing her to moan even louder than before!

The sounds stimulated Coral, and he found himself gyrating faster, watching the huge yellow globe wobble and undulate, as he imagined the gallons of milk sloshing inside.

Faster and faster he humped. As he vibrated against her, Applebloom found herself gasping in pleasure. The sounds made Coral give it his all, until finally, with a loud moan, he unloaded his third cum-dump of the night, right into half of his wife's milk supply!

A few moments later, he heard Applebloom gasp, and heard a sloshing sound to his right. Coral took a look, and saw milk spurting out in a small stream from her right breast.

"Coral!" he suddenly heard her gasp. "Pull out!!"

He did as instructed, and as his 2 feet of 'flaccidness' popped out (coated in white liquid), a steady stream of milk suddenly hit his body!

"Aaaaahhhh," moaned Applebloom, as relief washed over her.

"Did, did you just orgasm milk?" asked Coral, as both nipples petered out, leaving a few gallons of milk on the barn floor, and a few gallons splattered across his body.

"I, I guess so," she gasped. "I, I never knew that could, happen. Did you?"

"No. My Mom never mentioned anything like that happening."

"Mmm, maybe I should ask her about it," she smiled, "felt sooo good."

"Well, let me fill back up, and I'll do your other one," he smirked playfully. "Just going to take me a little while."

"Oh, need some help?" giggled Applebloom, "Ah can kiss it and make it better."

Coral could feel his milk-drenched cock getting less flaccid as he re-entered her cleavage, ending up face-to-face with her again.

"Up, boy," she commanded, patting the tops of her breasts.

He obeyed, and she found herself looking once again at his cock, though only about two feet long, as most of it had retracted into his foreskin.

"Awww," she cooed, reaching out and petting it as if it were a frightened animal. "You scared, lil' fella?"

Coral couldn't resist, and playfully wiggled it up and down.

"Well," she replied, taking the massive head in her hands, "Momma Applebloom wants to help you feel all better."

Coral once again felt a surge of tingling go through him, as her tongue licked across the milk-covered head. Next, she was showering it with kisses, and then, he felt it: the sensation of warmth, enveloping his head!

He helped her out, knee-walking across the tops of her massive mounds. Each 'step' caused her to moan, as more of his shaft disappeared between her lips!

She bobbed her head back-and-forth, and he could feel her tongue flicking against the portion in her mouth. With each passing second, the lethargy Coral had been feeling melted away, as he felt his penis regaining it's full length.

With his wife's mouth full of himself, Coral alerted her that he was ready, by flashing her a thumbs up. However, she quickly held up her index finger (guess she's not done yet, he smiled).

Applebloom bobbed her head back-and-forth a bit faster, her lips increasing the tingling feeling along his shaft. Coral tried to control his breathing, but as he began to get more excited, he saw his wife's mouth playfully smile, subjecting him to more stroking.

"Honey, nnngh, I think I'm-mmmmmm, ready," he moaned.

His request was greeted by an eyeroll from AB, along with her waving her hands, as if shooing him away.

Coral then shuffled backwards, his cock gaining girth and length as it exited out of his wife's mouth. However, he forgot how much room he had, and as the last foot popped out of her eager mouth, he tumbled off the end of her bosoms, and landed with a thud! Even flat on his back, his erect cock stood straight up in the air, glistening in the moonlight.

"Coral!" cried out AB. "Are you okay?"

Suddenly, she saw his cock wiggle.

"He's, o-kay," came Coral's voice, pretending that his member was speaking.

"Well, that's good to know. Now, ah played nice and got you all plumped up. Now grab that jar and take care of yer business, like a good boy."

"Yes, mother," he said, getting to his feet, and getting to work.

"You keep sassin' me Coral Leaf, and I'll tell yer Moooooaaahhhh!"

"Tell her what?" asked Coral, smiling as he saw the rubbing of the goo on her right nipple was quieting her down.

Finally, her dark areola was properly coated, and he backed up to prepare for entry.

Like her other breast, he had little resistance thanks to Zecora's goo, and all four feet of him, slowly disappeared into the nipple's opening!

Once he was balls-to-boob against her, he started humping. As he picked up the pace, so too did Applebloom's quivering body!

OHHHHHH CUM OOONNNNN!!!" she cried out at one point, and it seemed she had found the magic words!

Coral felt himself deposit another load of cum deep inside her breast, before slowing to a stop, his body leaning against the massive curve of her tit-flesh.

"Mmmmm, good boy," sighed Applebloom, leaning against her huge assets.

It took Coral a little time to catch his breath, before wiggling his hips, and beginning his pull-out, with each revealing inch showing his cock, glisteningly coated in more milk.

"Say, why didn't you spurt out milk that time?" he asked, as his cockhead plopped out, and onto the ground, along with a small trickle of milk.

"Well, guess it doesn't happen everytime you nipple-fuck me," shrugged Applebloom.

"Are you sure? Maybe I just need to try again."

"Mmm, I think my girls need a break," she said, patting their tops. "Besides, who knows what yer cum will do?"

"It's just cum, honey."

"Yeah but, we're not exactly ordinary, are we?" noted AB. "For all I know, yer stuff's prob'ly affecting me right now."

"Yeah? Well, I've had my cock coated in your milk twice," replied Coral, strutting over to the right side of her relaxed body. "Doesn't feel any different than it normally does."

"Really? Let me have a feel," she said, reaching out for his flaccid tip. Her hands completed a thorough inspection in just a few minutes before proclaiming: "I guess, you were right. Doesn't feel any different than usual."

"Well, that's good to hear," replied Coral, as a long yawn escaped from between his lips.

"Uh-oh, is my big boy ready for a nap? Need to rest from all that playing?"

"Well, maybe just a few minutes worth," he said. "Course, I could use a cozy spot to rest my head."

Applebloom merely rolled her eyes, and pointed to her cleavage. "You know the drill," she smirked.

Instead of Coral going back around, he attempted to climb up the side of her right breast. However, as her enormous milk-sack undulated, he ended up rolling right into the crevasse of cleavage, and disappearing entirely from view, beneath her boobs.

"Honey?" Applebloom asked. "You okay?"

Suddenly, like a whale breaching the surface, the tip of his cock shot into view, mere inches from her nose!

"I'll take that as a yes," she said, as the cock head disappeared, and Coral rose into view.

"And you know the good thing about sleepin' where you are?" smiled Applebloom. "Sis can't get upset anymore."

"That's a load off my mind," replied Coral, leaning over and kissing her.

A few minutes later, he lay at an angle, poking out of her bosom, his left arm around her, as their eyes closed.

"Can't wait to wake up and have some more fun," he whispered, before darkness engulfed his senses.

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"Coral!? CORAL!!!"

The sound of Applebloom's voice made Coral's eyes flutter open. A few seconds later, he found himself panicking, as he suddenly felt as if the lower half of his body, was being crushed!

"Applebloom?" he cried out, trying to pull himself out from between her colossal cleavage, but finding himself wedged in tightly! "What's happening?"

"I'm, I'm growing again!" she cried out. "Hurry and get outta there!"

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Coral struggled and heaved against the squeezing of his wife's bosom! He almost began to panic, as he felt his lower body begin to tingle from the vice-like squeezing it was receiving!

Applebloom leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around his waist, struggling to help pull him out. It seemed to be working, and soon, Coral was free from her constraining cleavage!

"What's going on-" he began to ask, as he suddenly realized that they were elevated at least 10 ft in the air, atop Applebloom's bosom! He also realized just how firm it was, as he looked to see that his body was sitting atop her chest, without making an indent! Plus, Applebloom was (he suddenly realized), laying almost perpendicular to the floor, on top of her chest!

As his eyes darted around the barn, Coral saw that the massive milktanks were swelling out in all directions, seemingly intent on filling every square inch of the Apple family's barn!

"How did this happen?" he asked quickly, as he saw the ceiling of the barn rapidly approaching them.

"I, I don't know," she said in a panic. "I woke up and, and ah was hanging off the side of them! I crawled on top, and woke you up! I don't know why they're-move yer leg, Coral!"

Coral quickly obeyed her, as he saw that her mighty bosom had swollen higher, up into the rafters of the barn. If he had kept his leg where it had been, it would have been pinned between a beam and her right breast!

"We gotta get out of here," he said, suddenly realizing how ridiculous that sounded.

"H-how?" she asked. "I can't move, and-oh!"

"What is it?"

"I, I think they just reached the walls...and the roof is getting closer!! Somepony HELP!!!"

"HELP!!!" cried out Coral, as he and Applebloom's bodies rode her swelling bosom higher and higher. The two tried to push against the tide of yellow tit-flesh, but the ponderous pony's chest continued to swell, the sound of creaking wood filling their ears, as her huge hooters began forcing pressure on the beams holding the roof up!

"NNNGHHH! HEELLPPP!!!"

Coral reached out and grasped his wife's hands...the only thing he could think to do as panic set in.

"Ah love you Coral," said Applebloom, looking like she was going to burst into tears.

"I love you, Applebloom," he said, as they were slowly pressed against the top of the barn roof!

Suddenly, there were a series of loud creaks, that soon gave way to numerous bursts of the sound of splintering wood! A few moments later, a loud rending noise was heard, and then another. Suddenly, a beam near the two suddenly splintered, then another, and then another, before Applebloom let out a scream!

"What is it!?" cried Coral.

"I think I just, burst out the walls," she said, as the feeling of them gaining height intensified.

Above them, the roof seemed to still be close, but still allowed them some room to breathe. Coral pushed against the angled surface, and was surprised to find that it moved up slightly! Getting to his feet, he pushed harder against it.

Suddenly, there was a sudden surge of growth in Applebloom's right breast, and the roof suddenly tumbled over the massive golden expanse, and disappeared from view! Coral almost did the same, but was saved as Applebloom's hand caught his!

After scrambling back on top of his wife, the wide-eyed lovers were treated to an astonishing sight!

Stretching out under and around them, were acres and acres of boob-flesh, still sprouting from Applebloom's chest. They could not see the ground below, but off in the distance, they could make out the tops of a number of distant mountain ranges, amid a field of stars overhead.

"H-how are you doing this?" asked Coral, pressing on a small portion of her chest.

"I, I don't know," she gasped, "but I feel all sorts of things, underneath them!"

Suddenly, Coral cried out! A stabbing pain shot through his crotch, causing his feet to give out from under him, his butt bouncing hard on his wife's chest!.

"Coral?" said AB, reaching out to him. "What is it?"

"Feels like, my balls are on fire!" he gasped, his eyes closed tightly.

"Let me see," said Applebloom, wanting to help (just how, she didn't know).

Coral managed to splay himself against her bosom, his cock sticking straight up in the air. As Applebloom looked at his large package, she gasped!

"Coral...yer growin' too!"

As she said this, the pain in Coral's crotch gave way to a feeling like he was being filled with something. He looked down, and was met with the sight of his sac, having stretched to the size of large beanbag chairs, swelling over his legs, and still growing! His cock felt like an invisible hand was stretching it out, but also noticed it was gaining in girth at an alarming rate!

The two lovers tried to talk, but the sensations of growth caused them to only illicit moans, as Applebloom's bosom was hit with another growth spurt, stretching further across the land, and her height increased, yard-by-yard!

Coral also tried to keep track of his own growth through the sensations, but his cock and balls had grown so enormous (and were still growing!), that there was no way he could measure just how big they were!

The colossal couple had no idea how long they had been swelling, when finally, the sensations ceased!

Looking around, all they could see was black sky and white stars above them, and yellow tit-flesh, stretching out all around them.

The only thing that broke up the expansive view, were Coral's Brobdingnagian-sized balls, and his cyclopian cock! His balls were now so huge, that they filled Coral's entire field of vision looking forward! His attempts to move were hindered as well, their weight making him feel permanently adhered to his wife's chest.

Peering upwards, the dark-orange of his stallionhood seemed to disappear into infinity. Curiously, he gave a slight push on the monolith-like object, but it just sat in place, jutting into space, from it's golden-yellow surroundings.

Finally, after a few more moments of the colossal couple feeling themselves over, the two found their voices.

"Are you okay?" asked Coral, peering back at his wife.

"I, I, I don't know," replied Applebloom,her body permanently prone to her eye-filling bosom. "How, why did this happen?"

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe you were right, about mixing my cum with your milk?"

"Whuh-really?"

"I, guess. Maybe, maybe our bodies have something in them, that caused this to happen."

"Or, maybe the two of you just have a very vivid imagination," came a silky-yet-imposing voice from above them.

"Who's there?" asked Coral, trying to act defensive, even though his equipment was holding him in place.

Suddenly, the glow from the full moon above them intensified. The two shielded their eyes, and a few seconds later, the light dimmed, and a familiar figure whom Applebloom recognized, materialized high above them.

"Princess Luna!" she cried out, as the statuesque figure descended towards them.

Luna's dark-blue skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, and her shimmering blue hair continued it's neverending flow. Behind her, a large pair of feathery wings, beat softly in the breeze-less environment.

Her body was wrapped in a diaphanous purple garment, and around her waist, was a black sash, with a crescent moon on it's front.

Of course, the moon's sparkling brilliance at her waist, was literally overshadowed by the overflowing cups above it. Her overly-ample bosom seemed to defy gravity, and as she touched down on the surface of Applebloom's own bosom, the clothed spheres seemed to float in mid-air.

Naturally, the presence of one of Equestria's most powerful princesses being mere feet from him, was not lost on Coral Leaf, who struggled to say something, but found no words able to escape from his agape mouth.

"Ah think you broke him, Luna," giggled Applebloom.

"I should hope not, dear Applebloom," replied the princess, smiling down at the seated stallion. "Hello, Coral Leaf."

The mention of his name seemed to 'break the spell,' and words began to emerge from his mouth.

"H-hello Princess Lo-Li-La-Luna," he managed to eek out. "H-how did you know m-my name?"

"As the Princess of the Night, I have wandered through many a dream, good Coral Leaf. And, on a few occasions, I have been witness to a few of your own."

"R-really?" he asked, his face beginning to turn red.

"Y'know Princess Luna," giggled Applebloom, "as his wife, I'd very much like to know whatcha saw."

"I would rather we save that discussion for another time. Does that sound acceptable to you, Coral Leaf?"

"Oh, uh, w-why yes," he sighed. "You know Princess Luna, I, I have to say, well, this is definitely a sur-surprise and um, well-oh no!"

Next thing the princess and Applebloom knew, Coral's eyes were darting around frantically.

"What's wrong?" asked Applebloom.

"I need to cover up," he said, his face reddening again. "I'm in the presence of a-"

"Please," came Luna's firm voice, before holding up her right hand. "While your concern is very much appreciated, it is not necessary."

"But your highness, I'm, I'm...well, you know."

"Yes, I do know," she replied, eyeing his enormous equipment. "While I agree there is a time and a place for modesty, I think you and Applebloom have far transcended them. And, at your current sizes, it is impossible to properly cover yourselves."

"Um, ok," said Coral, leaning close to his Applebloom, still trying to ignore the fact that the Princess of the Night, was standing a few feet away from his supersized stallionhood (as well as standing atop his wife's expansive chest)!

"Well, we certainly didn't expect any of this," said Applebloom, looking up at the princess. "Why did you decide to drop on by?"

"I sensed a strange intermingling of fear and pleasure this evening," replied Luna. "Such a combination of emotions I have rarely encountered. Upon investigating, I was led to the two of you."

"Well, this night is certainly a surprising one," said Coral. "Is Princess Celestia close by, too?"

"At the moment, she is resting. I am currently watching over the lands...though I guess, that isn't something I can do much of at the moment."

"Why is that?" asked Applebloom.

"Because, dear Applebloom, much of the land is covered."

"By what?"

It was then that Luna extended out her hands to the two of them.

"Take hold," she commanded.

As Coral took Luna's left hand, and Applebloom her right, a strange thing happened!

The two suddenly found themselves rising to their feet, and somehow, separating from their bodies! While it appeared they were still sitting and laying on Applebloom's chest, they seemed to have been 'duplicated' into less-clear versions of themselves.

What was most surprising to the couple, was that their less-clear forms, were devoid of their massive appendages! Coral was surprised to see that the 'equipment' on his new form was actually normal for a stallion of his size. Applebloom on the other hand, was a little shocked to find that her chest, while still ample, made her just slightly smaller than Luna!

"What's going on?" asked Coral, wiggling his hips, somewhat in awe that the motion didn't cause a massive jiggle to his erect (if dinky) member.

"I felt it might be best to give you both a break, from your...sizable attachments," smiled Luna. "And, it will make it a little easier, to show you what has become of Equestria."

As the perplexed couple watched, Luna closed her eyes, and the moon seemed to glow brighter! There was a blinding flash of light, and when it ceased, the two found themselves standing on firm, grey ground.

"Where are we?" asked Coral.

"The moon," responded Luna. "Where I was imprisoned by my sister, long ago."

"Uh, yer not gonna do the same to us, are you Luna?" asked Applebloom.

"Certainly not. We are merely here, so that you may observe what I have seen. Look there."

As Coral and Applebloom followed her outstretched finger, they withheld a most unusual sight.

It appeared to be two massive yellow spheres, with darkened masses covering a certain amount of their prodigious size. Perched atop the yellow spheres, were two considerably smaller ones colored dark orange. A long protruding object of the same color, and as tall as the yellow spheres were wide, emerged from behind the 'small' orange balls, and jutted out into the starry galaxy!

The perplexed couple also noticed that the yellow spheres seemed to be hiding a small sphere, dwarfed in size even by the orange balls. If not for a tiny sliver of light illuminating it's surface, the small sphere would surely have been fully-darkened by the massive yellow spheres!

"Wh-what is that in the shadows?" asked Coral.

"It is our planet," replied Luna.

"And, what's that on top of it?" asked Applebloom.

"Why, your chest, dear Applebloom."

Wh-th-HUH!!?" muttered the surprised filly. "But that's impossible!"

"And sitting atop it, attached to the large orange object, is you, Coral Leaf," noted the princess.

Now it was Coral's turn to gawk in amazement, as his mind raced furiously, to comprehend both what he had been told, and, what he was seeing!

A look of concern washed over the couple's faces, before they both looked at each other.

"My milk!"

"My cum!"

"They must have-"

"But how-"

"I don't know-"

Hold it!" said Coral, as a new thought suddenly entered his mind. "Luna, our family-"

"Oh my stars," gasped Applebloom, the thought entering her head as well, "T-they're not-"

"I am afraid so," replied the princess, an enigmatic look on her face. "You grew so vast and so quickly Applebloom, that, I am afraid there was little time to react...before it was too late."

Applebloom struggled to speak, but no words came out...just a series of gasps. Suddenly, she let out an anguished cry, and collapsed to the ground, burying her face in her hands!

Her body convulsed in loud, choked sobs, as Coral leaned down to try and comfort her. He could feel his own eyes welling up with tears, as he held her close, the thought of their loved ones, filling their heads.

For awhile, there was no sound, except the choked sobs from the couple, as Luna looked back towards the 'smothered sphere,' where their bountiful bodies lay.

"It is truly a heartbreaking realization," she said, observantly, "to lose those we love, to the most unexpected of circumstances. Though I hope you both can take heart, and learn from this dream."

Suddenly, the sobs slowed, as the couple looked up at her.

"What?" asked Applebloom.

"Y-you mean," sniffled Coral, "this, isn't-"

"Of course it isn't" replied Luna. "While it is highly possible the two of you will continue to grow in time, it is highly unlikely that it will be to the sizes-"

"Why did you just tell us now?" demanded Coral, getting to his feet, and advancing on the princess. "You made us believe that we had killed our families, and-"

"Coral? Coral, please!" cried out Applebloom, grabbing his arm. "Calm down, please!"

"Applebloom, she made you think your family-"

"Ah know what she did," replied AB, her voice holding calm, as she stroked his forearm. "But I'm sure Luna didn't cause this dream, did you, Luna?"

"Most assuredly not, dear Applebloom," she replied. "And though I do believe you are overreacting Coral Leaf, I fully understand your emotional outburst."

Coral stood between the two ponies, still unsure what to do. However, a few moments later, Applebloom walked up behind him, and embraced him. Her large-yet-small bosom squished against his back, giving Coral a strange sensation, he hadn't felt since before she had grown so enormous. Pretty soon, her embrace and slowed breathing had done the trick, and his animosity towards the princess, had dissipated.

"Better?" asked AB.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Sorry, Princess Luna."

"There is no need for apologies," she replied. "Now, as Applebloom noted, there is surely a purpose to what you are dreaming, and one I feel, may hold a key to your future, as husband and wife."

"Really?"

"most assuredly, Coral Leaf. Applebloom, do you have any ideas what this could mean?"

"Well," said AB, " we were jokin' bout my milk and Coral's, cum, makin' us grow larger...maybe that led to it?"

"That sounds like a good start," nodded Luna.

"We did just have our wedding, with our family and friends from all over Equestria," added Coral. "Maybe that could be represented by the planet?"

"Very good. The pieces of your dream seem to be coming together. Now, I want you to consider this: you could have dreamed of growing enormous in a number of different places, but, your dream chose this one...why?"

The couple pondered this for a few minutes, before Applebloom spoke up.

"Well, I think, maybe because all day long, we were looking forward to our wedding night?"

"I can second that," blushed Coral, "it was on my mind ever since I came back, and proposed to you, Applebloom."

"I see," replied Luna. "And somehow, that longing mixed in with your feelings for family, friends, and your bodily fluids. Now, any ideas why?"

"Well, we have been on each other's minds a lot since he came back," said AB. "I will admit, I don't often have enough to do, and a lot of the time find m'self thinking about my, 'big stallion.'"

"Is that true, Coral?" asked Luna, looking him in the eye.

"Yes," he admitted. "The last few months, I've wanted nothing more than to be with Applebloom. Be close to her, squeeze her tight and...well, you know."

"I do not know, but I think I understand," replied the princess, giving him a mischievous eyebrow raise. "And in this dream, you two are left alone, without anypony else to stop you."

"Except you," noted Coral.

"You must remember, I am not a part of your dream, Coral Leaf. I am merely an observer within it. Now, back to our analysis: a world where you two are the largest, and supposedly only couple left on the planet. Why?"

"Because, we longed for privacy to be together," said Coral.

"Yes, and you have that here, but, at the expense of the lives of your family and friends. Applebloom, what could this mean?"

"Ah guess, that maybe means we, need to not get so carried away with each other?"

"I think that is a very astute observation," smiled Luna. "I take it, the two of you were quite 'busy,' before you fell asleep?"

"You might say that," smiled Applebloom.

"Marriage can be a wonderful thing, I am told," said Luna. "However, some ponies are unable to find a proper way to balance their love. You both, are very lucky to not only love each other, but also have the love of a number of your family, and friends. And though you both long for each other's company now that you are together, you should not forsake those around you."

"Like, over there?" asked Coral, pointing to his and Applebloom's massive forms, still resting on the sphere a ways off.

"Exactly, Coral Leaf. This is your first night together. The first of many that you will share in your lives together. Your time together should be cherished, but, be sure you two find a balance. The last thing one wants, is to think too inwardly of their own desires. Oftentimes, it can lead to heartache, and sometimes, misunderstanding."

The princess was silent for a few moments after that. Finally, Applebloom unfolded her embrace around Coral, and walked over to the princess, embracing her.

"We'll keep that in mind, Luna," she smiled. "Thanks fer helpin' us figure all this out."

"You are welcome, Applebloom," smiled Luna, returning the hug.

"Whoa, this just felt really strange," admitted the yellow filly.

"How so?"

"Well, it's been awhile since I was able to hug somepony, like this."

"Hmm, I hadn't considered that," replied Luna, rubbing her chin.

"Come on over Coral," said AB, her bosom bobbling as she gestured for him.

"I, probably shouldn't," he said.

"Why not?"

"Well, because we're, y'know..."

Applebloom responded with a roll of her eyes, before walking over to Coral, taking his hand like a little colt, and walking him over to the slightly-amused Luna.

"Coral, we're in a dream," said AB, plain-and-simple. "Now git yer naked behind in gear and hug Princess Luna!"

Coral obeyed his wife, and soon felt Luna's body against his.

"If it makes you feel anymore at ease, what I experienced here inside your dream, I do not share with any other pony."

"Thanks," said Coral, as he pulled away. "However, I just realized something."

"And what is that?"

"This is a dream that Applebloom and I are sharing, right?"

"That is correct."

"But, isn't that kinda, I don't know...impossible? I didn't know anypony could do that."

"Yeah," said Applebloom, walking up next to him, and hooking her arm in his. "How is this happenin,' Luna?"

"While it is not an impossibility to share a dream," noted the princess, "It is exceedingly rare. I have encountered a number of them during my time back in Equestria, and even some with more than just two ponies sharing the same dream."

"Wow," exclaimed Applebloom, "that must be a sight!"

"And here I thought we were special in some way," muttered Coral.

This little sentence actually made Princess Luna do something that startled Coral, as she began to laugh!

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Forgive me, but it isn't very often I hear such humorous irony. You are special, Coral, in your own way, just as Applebloom is in hers. So, in 'some ways,' you are special."

"Looks like she got ya there," smiled Applebloom, giving his arm a little squeeze.

"Well, I believe it is time I headed off," declared Luna. "I'll leave you two to finish your dream."

"Thanks again fer visiting," replied Applebloom, as Luna's wings unfolded, and she ascended into the stars above.

"It was nice meeting you," waved Coral. "If you're in Ponyville, I promise to wear pants next time!"

"Coral!" Smirked AB, punching him in the arm.

As the couple watched, the Princess of the Night's body began to glow, before a blinding white light filled their eyes!

A few moments later, Coral was rubbing his eyes, only to find his field-of-vision a single color!

"Applebloom?" he called out. "Is everything okay?"

"As okay as it can be," he heard her say, "why?"

"I'm not seeing anything but this, dark color in front of me."

"Oh fer-"

The next thing Coral knew, he felt her hands on his shoulders, as she pulled him down onto his back, with her face soon appearing over his!

"We're back in our dream-bodies, ya dolt-colt! You were starin' at yer cock!"

Coral peered down his chest, and sure enough, the massive meatstick and his 'twin moons,' were sitting firmly on the yellow expanse of tit-flesh.

"You didn't have to call me a dolt-colt," he smirked, "you silly-filly."

"Are you tryin' to get under my skin, Mr Coral Leaf?" she asked, suspiciously.

"You mean like our family?" He replied, countering her narrowed eyes with a smug grin.

"Oh now yer in trouble," she smiled, as her hands reached out, and began to relentlessly tickle him!

"HEY-WHOO-HAHA-NOFAIR-HOO!!" Coral eked out, as she refused to give him mercy. Realizing there was no way out, Coral did the only sensible thing he could think of.

Reaching up towards his wife, his fingers found her body, and counter-tickled!

The two continued their little 'war' for sometime, before finally laughing themselves to a standstill.

As they lay on Applebloom's chest, tears streaming from their eyes and their breathing returning to normal, Coral spoke up.

"Still hard to believe," he chuckled. "We go to sleep on our wedding night, and meet Princess Luna."

"Betcha not many other couples in Equestria can claim that," smiled Applebloom. "Might be a fun story to tell our kids one day."

"Course, we're not mentioning any of 'this,' right?" asked Coral, his hands, patting her chest.

"You wanna leave out all the juicy details? Those are what make the story good: 'and then, yer Daddy hugged Princess Luna...and he was naked!'"

"Okay, I'll consider it," said Coral. "You know, before we wake up, I'd like to know if 'these things' work."

"Well, that's gonna be a little hard to figure out. I can't exactly rub yer shaft."

"Well, how about this?" asked Coral, taking her hands, and placing them on either side of his chest.

"Ok, now what?"

"Just...stroke me."

Applebloom obeyed, and began running her hands up and down his body. The sensual rubbing seemed to be working, as Coral began to moan.

"Mmm, that's good," he sighed, concentrating on the sensations. As he did, his outstretched hands began to rub and push against his wife's chest.

"Mmm, ah think I need more...stimulation," said Applebloom, still rubbing him.

It was then that an idea came to her, and she spread her legs wider, lowering her pussy lips against the surface of her enormous boobs. She then began to slowly buck her hips, rubbing her lips against the surface of her yellow expanse.

"AAAHHHHH!!" she cried out, as the sensation hit her like a tingle of electricity. "I may need to try this again someday!"

And so, the gigantic newlyweds continued their sensual stroking. From Applebloom's pussy-grinding, to Coral's boob-brushing. Applebloom also bucked her hips faster, rubbing harder, and Coral extended his feet, rubbing them against the walls of his massive balls!

There was no way to know how long they had been stroking and moaning, but soon, a rumbling sound began to build, from within Applebloom's chest, and Coral's scrotum!

"I, I think it's happening!!" he gasped.

"Aw, YEAAAHHH!!!" yelled Applebloom, as she felt a warm feeling spread across her 'planetary body!'

Coral could feel a warmth as well. His sac felt like it was going to explode, when suddenly, he felt that warmth traveling, up, up and away from him! The sensation accelerated, until suddenly, he cried out in lustful triumph!

At the same time, Applebloom uttered a loud cry, that seemed to echo in the vastness of space!

Spent from their massive lovemaking, the two relaxed. Applebloom slowly crawled closer to her spent lover, and kissed his lips.

"Mmmm, feel good?" smiled Coral.

"Mm-hmm," she replied, as something caught her attention. "Hey, look."

As they peered towards the horizon of her bosom, two twin spheres of white could be seen, swelling bigger, and rounder.

Coral had a sudden thought, and looked up along his massive shaft. Far in the distance, he could see a less-clear sphere forming: a ball of cum, still being fed by his ongoing expulsion!

"Now there's somethin' ya don't see everday," sighed Applebloom.

"Looks like our planet's got a few more moons orbiting it now," he chuckled.

"Well, they can't all just be called 'moon,'" chuckled Applebloom. "Let's call em' somethin' more...unique!"

"Like what?"

"Hmmm...how about Moon Milk-1, Moon Milk-2, and Cum Moon?"

"That works for me," he replied, kissing her again.

She returned his kiss, and the two continued watching their swelling liquid spheres, in the vastness of the starry sky.

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The crowing of the cock woke Applebloom first. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she quickly looked around, smiling at the familiar surroundings of her family's barn, still in one piece.

In front of her, her bosom stretched out towards the doors, but was just as she remembered it. Leaning against her right breast, still squeezed within her cleavage, was Coral. His head was lolled to the side, and his hands were laying against her breast, as if he was atop a large pillow.

Playfully, a thought crossed Applebloom's mind. Leaning towards his face, her lips found his, and she kissed him.

As the sun shone through the window, his eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing her face above his, and her lips on his, he returned her kiss, and the two caressed each other's hair, before coming up for air.

"Morning, Applebloom," he smiled.

"Mornin' Coral Leaf," she replied.

"Quite a night, huh?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"So," he said, putting his hands behind his head, and wriggling his naked body against the warm embrace of her cleavage. "The first day, of the rest of our lives together. What do you think we should do first?"

Applebloom smiled back at him, one hand reaching out to stroke his 'morning wood,' and another stroking his chest.

"Mmmm, I have a few ideas...stud."

Author's Note

And thus...it is done...well, almost!

This final chapter was one I had in mind for awhile now. One of the motivations in writing it, was to pretty much keep our readers wrapped in the wedded bliss of our colossal couple, while also giving them a small, psychological adventure (we may have massive boobs and cocks, but as any of you regular readers know, I don't just give you 'fapping material!'). Also, the idea of diving into just unadulterated erotic bliss at the tail-end of the story, was inspired by a comic I read from a big-boob comic artist named BustArtist. his methods of teasing-and-showing in one of his comics, was definitely an underpinning to the writing of this entire storyline.

Also in this world of the story, the episode Bloom and Gloom from Season 5 didn't happen, so in essence, this is the first dream-appearance Applebloom has had with Luna. At first, I almost questioned if I could have her and Coral dreaming the same thing...and then I recalled how in Bloom, the CMC actually shared a bit of their dream together! Of course, the ability for the fillies in that episode to have such crazy dreams, I felt would be a great way to depict the unimaginable size-growth of the piece that inspired the dream here.

Writing this chapter was one where I knew the basics, but had no idea it would end up close to 11,000 words long! Several story points were influenced by AppleOrPie, and his comments and critiques definitely helped keep my focus. Over the course of writing the story, talking to him has definitely helped shape the story in the best ways. In fact, the entire year-long process of making this story, would never have come to pass, if he hadn't given me permission to use his O.C. And for that, I am very grateful to him, for letting me let my imagination run wild, and imagine just how Coral Leaf, and Applebloom came to be a happy 'little' couple!

I did pull back a bit from getting too deep into analyzing the dream (which if you can tell, is 'borrowed' from a particular piece AppleOrPie commissioned!). I did find the analysis to be a bit like psycho-analyzing my own feelings about getting too involved in creating stories like this, while sometimes shirking away from my family and friends (so yes, I do put some of myself into the story!).

For those who have been following this story for the past year, I would like to thank you for commenting, as well as reading one of my first, major fanfiction pieces ever written. I'm sure some would have expected a simple little 5-7 chapter story, but I was somehow eager to pull off a magnum-opus of not just hyper-parts, but a decent love story, based on fanart that got my brain thinking, in ways I never could have imagined!

On a final note, while this is the final chapter of The Expansive Romance of Applebloom and Coral Leaf, it is not quite the end. There will be an epilogue coming in the next few weeks, hopefully before Christmas, or at the latest, before New Year's Day. While not as long as this chapter, I feel the upcoming epilogue, will serve as a nice 'cherry-on-top' to closing out the story!

See you back here real soon!

Epilogue I

- 7 Months Later -

"Well, ah think that does it, Big Mac," said Applejack, giving the cider taps on their stand, one last inspection.

"Eeyup," replied her brother, rolling his shoulders, ready to go.

And with that confirmation, Applejack adjusted her stetson, and stepped out onto the path leading up to Sweet Apple Acres.

Cheering and applause filled the air, as the stallions and ponies at the front of the massive line, realized the big moment was almost upon them!

AJ let the crowd go on for a few more moments, before raising her hands, silencing them in a matter of seconds.

"Welcome, everpony," she called out, "Thank you all fer makin' it out to this year's ciderfest, here at Sweet Apple Acres! Now, if you were here last year, you may have heard that that harvest, was one of our biggest ever. Well, this year, ah am pleased to say, that we managed to exceed last year's harvest by quite a few barrels!"

A huge cheer erupted from the crowd, as Applejack motioned for silence once again.

"And because of that good fortune, we have decided to once again, hold our ciderfest, for a full week!"

The crowd cheered again, while a ways down the line, a certain rainbow-colored pegasus shot into the air, doing a few loop-de-loops!

"YEAH!! Woo-hoo!!" cried out Rainbow Dash, before settling back into her place in line.

"Those of you who love our cider, will definitely get yer fill this year. Ah am also pleased to announce, that we are adding a new item to our family's cider offerings...one I hope we will be serving, for many years to come. Anypony here ever had an apple cider milkshake?"

Applejack smiled, seeing some of the ponies in line murmuring to each other, but not a single hand shot into the air.

"I didn't think so. We've been workin' most of this last week to perfect it, and I gotta say, ah think we got somethin' very special. If you're over-the-moon about our cider, I think you'll definitely love our milkshakes, which you can get right over here!"

Applejack found herself gesturing to another wooden stand nearby, where both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo stood. The two girls were wearing matching yellow shirts and blue overalls, that stretched quite nicely over their prominent bosoms. Each of them were also wearing one of Applebloom's big pink bows in their hair.

"These two fillies will be more-than-happy to assist you," continued AJ. "Ah would also like to mention, that all milkshake sales, will go to the special fund, to construct a new library for Ponyville!"

Another cheer erupted from the crowd, as AJ motioned for silence once again.

"On a final note, just like last year, we will be holding another barn dance in a few days here on Sweet Apple Acres! So, if you wanna dance, drink cider and milkshakes, AND have a good time, come on back this Wednesday evenin', y'hear?"

There was another cheer, as AJ then motioned for the line to begin moving.

Like previous years, Pinkie Pie was one of the first ponies in line, and after collecting a dozen mugs of Apple Family Cider, made her way over to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.

"Hi there, girls," she said, her face framed by the wall-of-cider-mugs she was carrying.

"Hi, Pinkie Pie," the two fillies replied in unison.

"So, where are Applebloom and Coral Leaf?"

"Oh, they're in there," said Sweetie, pointing to a large tent nearby. "It was Coral's idea, to keep the milk, y'know...'fresh.'

"Ooohhh, I see," smiled Pinkie, giving a wink before laying down a handful of bits on the stand. "This should be enough for, abut ten of those shakes Applejack was talking about. Nice to hear about the good cause, too. Y'know, I sometimes miss the old library."

"Well, every little 'bit' helps to build a new one," smiled Scootaloo, placing Pinkie's donation into a large tin can.

The two fillies then got down to work, and soon had mixed up ten milkshakes, a swirl of white and golden yellow adorning the frothy top of each one.

"Say, seeing as you're our first customer Pinkie," noted Scootaloo, "could you take a sip and let us know what you think? We think we got this all figured out, but we need somepony to let us know if we got it."

"I-am on it, you two," replied the mug-carrying pink pony.

A few moments later, the curl hanging down from Pinkie's hair snared the handle of one of the milkshake mugs, and hoisted it to Pinkie's lips.

The two fillies were watching, as a few seconds later, Pinkie's eyes popped open!

"WwwwwwwwwwOW!!" she exclaimed, the empty mug dropping down on the table, "That was, A-MA-ZING!!"

"Whew," said Sweetie, wiping her brow, "we are so glad to hear that! You wouldn't mind telling other ponies about this, would you?"

"No problemo," smiled Pinkie, as she turned towards the long line (while still balancing her wall of cider mugs!), and shouting: "HEY EVERYPONY!!! THE APPLE CIDER MILKSHAKES ARE REALLY, REALLY, REALLY GOOD!!!"

And with that, Pinkie collected her additional milkshakes, and headed off.

"See you two tomorrow," she called back. "Say hi to Applebloom and Coral for me!"

"We will," replied Sweetie.

Pinkie's free publicity seemed to do the trick, as the majority of cider customers, upon finishing their cider, ambled over to the 'shake stand,' curious to try the Apple Family's new drink.

While most ponies bought a single shake, a few were so enamored with the creamy/sweet mixture of apples and milk, that they ordered a few more.

"Say Sweetie Belle," said Scootaloo, after the first dozen customers, "I think we should get some more fresh milk."

"Be right back," replied Sweetie, 'bouncing' off towards the nearby tent, with several empty milk pails held against her chest.

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Quietly entering through the flap in the large tent, Sweetie cupped one hand over her mouth, emitting a silent gasp at the sight before her.

Filling the majority of the tent space, were Applebloom's prominent pontoons.

Seven months of regular milking by Coral Leaf, had caused the massive milktanks to gain an extra 10 feet in diameter. The darkened nubs of her nipples were also firmly erect, sticking out at least a foot from the golden globes they were attached to.

Buried between the enormous filly's chest, was Coral Leaf. Like Applebloom, his eyes were closed, and judging by the looks of his bare chest, and the head of his exposed cock rising out of her cleavage, Sweetie was sure the swollen stallion didn't have a stitch on, deep in her friend's warm bosom.

The colossal couple were shaking as Coral tit-fucked his wife's chest, both of them moaning softly, gasping every few seconds.

Sweetie watched them for a few more seconds, before shouting: "We need more milk!!"

Her sudden declaration caused the two lovers to jump, their eyes popping open!

"Geez Sweetie," said Coral, blushing a little, even though she had seen him naked before, "you didn't need to yell."

"And I thought you were going to keep your clothes on until after business hours," smirked Sweetie Belle. "Rarity says it's often not good to mix business with pleasure."

"Well, I think it depends on the situation, Sweetie Belle," smiled Applebloom, taking a few deep breaths. "After all, the nicer ah feel, the better my milk's gonna taste, right honey?"

"Mm-hmm," replied Coral, pushing his erect stallionhood aside, and kissing his wife on the lips.

"Okay, don't mean to get in the way," said Sweetie, "but Scootaloo only had four full pails of milk when I left her a few moments ago, and if we don't fill these empties up quickly, she's gonna run out."

"Well, you heard Sweetie Belle," said AB to her studly stallion, "you better get outta there, n' get to work. If we wanna collect bits fer a new library, we need to give those ponies what they want."

"I'll help too," offered Sweetie, setting half of the pails in front of her friend's left breast. "I'll work on your right one, Applebloom. Coral, your pails are over there."

A few moments later, Coral emerged from his wife's cleavage, his colossal cock leading the way, and his swollen scrotum brushing against his thighs.

Taking his place in front of Applebloom's left nipple, he began to squish and tug on the enormous nub, savoring the smooth-yet-bumpy texture rubbing against his hands. Soon, pearl-white liquid began spurting from the huge teat, into the nearest pail.

For five minutes, Coral and Sweetie worked AB's massive mammaries, as the naked yellow milkmare, moaned loudly, quivering and hugging her titanic titties!

Once the milking was finished, Sweetie Belle realized she would need to make four trips to bring the 8 pails of fresh milk down to the stand.

"Well, come on Coral," said AB, peering over at her naked husband, "put on yer clothes and help her."

"You better listen to your wife," said Sweetie, lifting two of the pails, "you should know that making apple cider milkshakes isn't all fun n' games. Got that, Coral Leaf?"

"Yes sir, Ms Sweetie Belle, sir!" he said, furrowing his brow, and standing at mock-attention, saluting her.

Sweetie just looked at his erect body, and a few moments later, slapped his erect cock like she was swatting at a fly!

"OW!!" cried out Coral, as his huge member wiggled from the impact! Behind him, Applebloom burst out laughing, as Sweetie picked up her two pails, and with a swish of her curly locks, exited the tent.

"Hey, that wasn't funny," said Coral, rubbing the point-of-contact, as Applebloom's laughter dissolved into a series of jiggling giggles. "That really hurt!"

"Awww, I tawt widdle Cowal Weaf was a big, stwong stawwion," she said, mocking him through pursed lips.

"I am! I just...she didn't need to hit it so hard."

"Hmm...need Momma to kiss it all better?"

Coral said nothing, but merely turned around, the head of his wobbling cock leading him to his wife's waiting lips.

Applebloom just gave him a mischievous smirk, and with a smack of her lips, began to plant thoughtful kisses on it's surface.

"Mmm, that feels better," sighed Coral.

"Hey!" came Sweetie Belle's voice from behind him, as she grasped two more pails of milk. "I thought we told you to get dressed!"

"Aw come on, Sweetie," groaned Coral. "Just five more minutes?"

"Better make it three. That line's getting longer, and I don't know how long the pails Scootaloo has are going to last."

"Really?" asked Coral. "We got a line?"

"Uh-YUH!" mocked Sweetie. "Take a look for yourself!"

Coral pulled away from his wife's soft lips, and carefully peered out through the slit in the tent.

Sweetie had not been pulling his leg: there must have been at least 30 ponies queued up at their stand. At the front, he could see Scootaloo fixing a few milkshakes for a familiar cross-eyed mailmare he had once talked to.

"So, mister best-farm-hand-on-Sweet-Apple-Acres," said Sweetie, "gonna get started on squeezing into those undies my sister made ya, or are you going to leave your wife's two best friends to slave away in the cruel, hot, Equestrian sun-"

"Alright, 'miss-Sweetie-I'm-such-a-drama-queen-Belle,'" he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Applebloom, your husband's mouthing off to me again. Mind if I give him another whack?"

"Mmm, I'll give him one for you later," smirked AB, turning to her apprehensive husband. "Now honey, be that handsome, responsible stallion that I married, and get in yer 'big-boy' pants like a good stallion."

"But honey," he pretend-pouted, "my boys don't wanna go back in the dark."

"No stalling," she cooed, "you need to put your toys away, until later. Okay?"

"...Okay."

"And that is that," nodded Sweetie, lifting her pails. "That means by the time I come back for the last two, you should be all dressed, right Coral?"

"Right, Coral?" repeated Applebloom, her eyes also focusing on him.

"Right," he nodded, as both of the filly's faces beamed with happy smiles.

"Well, off I go," said Sweetie Belle. "Oh, Applebloom, seeing as my hands are full, can you give your husband a pat on the head? He takes commands very well."

"Hey!" called out Coral, as Sweetie playfully stuck her tongue out at him, and walked outside.

"Now now, honey," said Applebloom, wiggling her index finger, "come on over here, like a good stallion."

Coral obeyed, and was soon rubbing his enormous cock against his wife's backside.

"Mmmm, good boy," she sighed, reaching back and patting his cockhead.

Coral had to chuckle, as he realized she was fulfilling Sweetie's request...in her own way.

"You can still cuddle with me throughout the day," she said, turning back to look at him, "it'll keep my milk tastin' real good, but you keep your clothes on til' after we close up fer the day, promise?"

"Promise," he nodded.

"And you better get out there and talk up those milkshakes too."

"Alright."

"And be professional, Coral. Ah don't wanna tell sis you weren't doin' yer job. Or...tell yer Mom-"

"Okay, I get the picture," he huffed. "Still, what if I just decide not to cuddle with you...all week long?"

"You say that, but you won't go through with it," giggled AB, leaning back, and smooshing his face with her hands. "I know you too well, Coral Leaf."

"Mgrfhrghbrfhforhf," mumbled Coral, as she played with his cheeks as if they were made of putty.

"And don't you fergit it," she smiled.

"Hel-lo, third pickup," came Sweetie's voice, as came back into the tent for two more pails. "Next time I come back, you better at least have your pants on, mister."

Once she had left, Coral picked up his clothes, and started to dress. As expected, he struggled to get on his underwear and pants, but fortunately, he was just starting on the buttons, when Sweetie Belle returned.

"Now that's more like it," she said. "And since you're such a gentlecolt, why don't you carry the last two pails for me?"

"Fine," groaned Coral, "but let me do one thing first."

Trotting back to Applebloom, he planted a deep kiss on her lips.

"Love you, hun," he said.

"Love you more," she replied, giving him another kiss, and a playful lick on the nose.

And with that, Coral picked up the last two pails of milk, and sauntered out of the tent, following Sweetie Belle. Before he left, he took another look at his massive wife, admiring the golden tone of her skin, the bright red of her hair, and the dark, shiny texture of her nipples.

"Be right back," he called.

"Ah know you will," she replied, waving a hand as he disappeared through the tent-flap.

Once he was gone, Applebloom leaned against her massive mammaries, and began rubbing circles into their golden tops, keeping herself preoccupied until her huge husband returned.

This year's cider festival's gonna be so much fun, she thought to herself.

Author's Note

And that's all (for now), folks!

This was another chapter that I wasn't sure would end up as long as it did...but once I had Sweetie Belle adding a bit of 'naughtiness' and bantering with Coral (along with having AB in the mix), a lot of it flowed pretty freely.

I will say that while this is considered the epilogue, it might not be 'the end.' Much like how Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King seemed to have endings stacked upon each other, we might get a few more 'epilogues' in the future, if I find some story ideas that might be fun to tackle (got a few in my head, but I'll only write them if I think they are worth the time and effort).

For now, thanks to the few loyal viewers and people who left comments, and who followed me on this year-long journey. The positive comments were often what kept me going, as I was determined to finish the story, and not let it languish.

I'll probably take a few months break, and hopefully come back with my next 'big thing.' A few other ideas popped into my head, and one deals with things I've never seen covered. I just need to get the skeleton of the story laid out, and I'll see if maybe by mid-to-late Spring, we'll have another multi-chapter story to look forward to!

TTFN - Ta-ta for now!

Epilogue II - Part 1

“Sugar?” asked Twilight.

“No thank you, darling,” replied Rarity.

“How about you, Applejack?“

“Ah’ll do two, please,” replied the orange pony.

And with that, a purple aura formed around two lumps of sugar in the nearby bowl, and they were transported into AJ’s tea cup.

It was a relatively quiet Saturday in Twilight Sparkle’s castle in Ponyville. In the Cutie Map room, the three ponies sat in their respective chairs, sipping tea and discussing recent events.

“Thanks fer invitin’ me over, girls,” said Applejack, trying her best to take a sip and lift her pinky finger. “You know ah’m not big on tea parties.”

“Oh you must join us for more of them,” replied Rarity. “You spend so much time working on Sweet Apple Acres, you really need to take some more time for yourself.”

“Y’know, that sounds just like what Applebloom and Coral Leaf said to me,” chuckled Applejack. “To tell the truth, ah’m mainly here becuz of them.”

“And I’m very glad they were able to convince you to come,” smiled Twilight, as the trio raised their teacups in a small toast, before taking a sip.

“Speaking of those two,” continued Twilight, “how are they doing these days?”

“Still as much in love as when they got married. Sometimes, I have to remind them to behave themselves when we have comp’ny.”

“It’s nice to hear they’re getting along,” said Twilight. “And, I’m still amazed at all the bits they raised for the new Ponyville Library.”

“Yeah, they insisted that their milkshake booth at Cider Festival was gonna be a big hit, but ah never thought ponies would be so eager fer milkshakes…um, made with Applebloom’s milk.”

“Sweetie Belle told me they were made with love,” said Rarity. “You can’t go wrong with that secret ingredient.”

“Ah bet,” smiled Applejack, while blushing slightly. “Anyhoo, they recently told me that they want to go into business fer themselves, and start a dairy farm.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” said Twilight. “I take it Applebloom will supply the milk?”

“Naturally.”

“And when do they plan to start producing?”

“Well, mah sister’s already producin’,” chuckled AJ. “They’re already doin’ some research on what they’ll need, and how much it’ll cost.”

“And where will this little business venture be located?” asked Rarity.

“Right now, they’re planning to use the barn, but I did say I could give over some of the farm if they need it. Course, we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“You know,” continued Rarity, “at Applebloom’s last fitting, I did notice that she seemed to have gotten…bigger in certain places. Any chance that soon, there’ll be the clip-clop of little-“

“Nope,” replied AJ. “A few relations have asked me that as well, but Coral Leaf insists they’re not thinkin’ of that anytime soon.”

“Very mature of him,” replied Twilight. “Maybe he wants to make sure the dairy farm works out, before they start a family.”

“Who can say?” said Applejack. “Ah try not to stick mah nose in their business too much. Last thing ah wanna do is drive a wedge between mah sister and me again. Although truth be told…I’m a little worried.”

“Well, starting a business is a big undertaking,” stated Rarity. “But I’m sure if they have any questions, they’ll come to you-“

“No Rarity, not bout that. Ah’m worried about Applebloom and Coral Leaf, but in, more of a…physical, way.”

“…why, whatever do you mean?” asked Twilight, setting down her teacup.

“It, kinda goes back to what you were saying, Rarity. I’ve been noticing Applebloom gettin’ bigger too. When ah wuz her age, I was keepin’ pretty fit and all. But Applebloom? She’s got her chest, weighin’ her down. Pretty much the only time she’s able to move is when Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo visit when they come back from college. Sweetie uses her magic to lift up those things so Applebloom can walk around a bit, but most of the time, she’s just sittin’ or standin’ around in the barn. And all that not movin’ around is causing her to get bigger in certain…other areas.”

“I see,” nodded Rarity.

“And, I imagine she’s gained a bit more in her chest, which is weighing down Sweetie Belle when she tries to help.”

“It certainly is a lot for a pony to handle,” noted Twilight.”

“Yeah, um…maybe ah shouldn’t be talkin’ bout stuff like this, during tea,” blushed Applejack.

“Oh don’t give it another thought,” said Rarity. “We’re your friends, and it sounds like this has been on your mind for awhile. Please, if you have anything more you want to, um, get off your chest, we’re all ears.”

“Exactly,” chimed in Twilight.

“Well, if you insist,” said Applejack. “I’m also concerned about Coral gettin’ bigger as well.”

There was a brief lapse in the conversation, as Rarity almost choked on her tea.

“He certainly is, well-endowed,” blushed Twilight.

“Yeah, ah know Rarity makes him some nice-fitting pants and all, but what happens if the day comes that even he gets too big to move? We need all the help we can get around the farm and…well, you both saw how large Coral’s mother was at the wedding. Applebloom hasn’t done chores since she really started to grow, and if the same happens to Coral…ah can’t afford to have them just sitting around and gettin’ bigger day after day. Plus, if Coral can’t move, ah’m not going to run the dairy for em. I got enough to worry about with the farm already.”

An uneasy silence fell over the three ponies, as they processed what they had just heard.

“Twilight, are you absolutely positive you can’t use your magic to shrink them down?” Rarity asked.

“It’s just too risky,” said Twilight. “They’re growing in two very sensitive areas, and the last thing I want to do is leave them with some disability that could affect them for the rest of their lives.”

“Oh dear. It seems Applejack has quite a conundrum on her hands.”

“Connie-whut?” asked Applejack.

“A conundrum,” replied Rarity. “It means when somepony has a difficult problem.”

“Yeah, that sums it up nicely.”

The predicament that Applejack had brought up regarding Applebloom and Coral Leaf stuck in the back of Twilight’s mind after the tea party.

Over the next few days, she began to look through some additional magical texts, outside of her current assignments. However, nothing seemed to provide her with a solution to the couple’s problems.

Then one evening, as she was using a towel to wipe up some tea she had spilled on a table, a crazy idea came to her.

Very carefully, she enchanted one side of the towel with her teleportation magic. Then, she placed the side over her teacup and saucer. As she watched, the form of the item disappeared, and the towel lay flat against the table, the magic aura still floating around it. When Twilight picked up the towel, the teacup and saucer reappeared, sitting there as if they had always been there.

“I think I know how to help them!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“How is this gonna help Applebloom and Coral Leaf?” asked Applejack.

She, Twilight, and Rarity were sitting around the kitchen table in the Apple Family’s home. Twilight had demonstrated the same technique, but used an apple from the kitchen in place of the teacup.

“It’s very simple,” exclaimed Twilight. “I enchanted one side of this towel with my teleportation magic. When it covers the apple, it hides it physically, thus why the towel falls fully against the table. Now, the apple is still there, but it’s just somewhere else when it is covered. Thus, when I pull off the towel, it is still sitting where it originally was.”

“So, how will disappearing and reappearing apples help?”

“Rarity?” smiled Twilight.

“You see darling,” said Rarity, “I can create some lovely underwear for Applebloom and Coral Leaf. Twilight will add her magic to the inside of Applebloom’s top, and Coral Leaf’s briefs. Then, when those pieces are put on over their…parts, the magic will transport them away, and they won’t have to worry about all that heavy lifting!”

“And, just where do these items go again?” asked Applejack.

“I believe they’re still there,” exclaimed Twilight, “but they’re just out-of-sight and out-of-mind, until the magical coverings are removed.”

It was like a cloud had parted, as Applejack’s green eyes opened wide at the revelation.

“Whoo-ee!” she cried. “How did ah not see it right away? This sounds like a great idea! When can ya get started?”

“Before we do,” said Twilight, “I think we should talk with those two first. Let’s make sure they’re comfortable with this idea, just as much as we are. After all, they’re going to be wearing the clothing.”

“Yer right, Twilight,” said Applejack, “guess ah got ahead of myself there.”

And that was how the three ponies ended up in the Apple’s barn, talking to Applebloom and Coral Leaf. Just like in the house, Twilight had used the towel and apple example to explain her plans.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” asked Coral. “I mean, we are talking about using magic on…certain areas.”

“Of course it’s safe, Coral,” replied Applebloom. “Twilight wouldn’t use magic like this if it wasn’t, right Twilight?”

“Yes, Applebloom,” said Twilight. “Plus, think of the freedom you two will have to move around.”

“Yeah but, where will our parts go to?” gulped Coral.

“Well it’s not like we’re removing them. They’ll still be attached to you, but the underwear and magic will just hide them, like, a magic trick!”

“Besides, think of what you two kin do afterwards,” quipped Applejack. “Why Applebloom, you n’ Coral can go on a date down to Sugarcube Corner, or go with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo down to the lake when they come back.”

A wistful look played across Applebloom’s face. Deep down, while she did love her husband and being a full-bosomed milkmare, she secretly longed to be able to move about again, as freely as she once had some years before.

“What do you say, you two?” smiled Rarity. “I got some time before my next order. I’m sure I could whip up some underthings in a few days.”

“So, it’ll cover up, everything, right?” asked Coral. “We’ll be, totally…smooth where it covers?”

“Just like with the apple,” said Twilight. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“I think it’s a matter of size with mah husband, Twilight,” sighed Applebloom. “Isn’t that right, Coral? Yer afraid you won’t be so…prominent in public?”

A deep blush on his cheeks seemed to confirm it.

“Stallions,” she sighed. “Always worried about size.”

“Hey, I’m proud of how big I am,” he retorted.

“Nuthin’ wrong with bein’ proud, but ah think Sis might appreciate it if you had a little more, room to work, right Applejack?”

“Well that’s, one way to put it, sugarcube,” blushed Applejack.

“Sounds like that’s settled then,” said Rarity. “Oh, and just to give you two some definition, I’ll create some faux items you can wear over your underwear. They won’t be as big as you normally are, but hopefully it’ll make you feel a little more normal.”

Five days later, the group was back in the barn, where Rarity revealed what she had come up with.

“I’ve made you each five sets of undergarments,” she said. “Now they seem rather basic, but in the future, I promise I’ll design something with a bit more oomph.”

For Applebloom, Rarity had crafted a simple pair of white panties, along with a white top that seemed to resemble a sports bra. However, the rear of the top opened down the middle of the back with velcro.

“Why the velcro?” asked Applejack.

“Because of how it’ll go on,” replied Twilight. “After all, we need to contain Applebloom’s breasts before it can be fastened.”

The reveal of Coral’s special underwear was a bit more unexpected. The enhanced stallion had expected a pair of regular briefs. What Rarity showed him had a pretty solid front panel, but looked like something that made Coral bite his tongue.

“The way it works,” said Rarity, “is that your helpers will make sure your…equipment, is fully pulled into the front cup here. Then, it’ll come up under and between your legs, around your…backside, and then fasten securely on the sides.”

“So, you made me a diaper?” asked Coral, not mincing words.

“Wh-excuse me?”

“It comes up between the legs, and fastens on the sides, Rarity. You’ve literally made me a diaper.”

“Well, I-I guess it seems like one, but honestly Coral, it’s the only way to get you inside of it.”

“She’s right, honey,” replied Applebloom. “Rarity’s just bein’ practical with whut she made.”

“And it’ll fit just like regular underwear,” chided in Twilight.

“Nope, it’s a diaper, and I’m not wearing a diaper,” huffed the stallion.

“Ladies, kin you give us a little time alone?” asked Applebloom. “Seems me n’ my husband need to talk.”

The three ponies left the barn, and shut the doors behind them. Heading back to the house, Applejack fixed them drinks, but it wasn’t more than 5 minutes later, that Coral Leaf came knocking at the kitchen door.

“I’ll wear the…underwear,” he said in a dejected tone.

Unseen by him, Applejack suppressed a smile at her sister’s quick skills of persuasion.

Everyone returned to the barn, where Twilight applied her magic to the inner portions of the tops of Applebloom’s underwear, and the inside of Coral Leaf’s briefs. Once finished, a purplish aura glowed around them.

The first to try on the underwear, was Applebloom.

Once the three ponies had helped her to undress, Rarity handed her a pair of panties from the new underwear set. As Applebloom slipped her legs into them, the three ponies made their way to the front of her humongous hooters.

“Let’s start here,” said Twilight, pointing to the girl’s enormous right nipple.

The three pulled the bra top open as wide as they possibly could, and placed it against the thick nub of the girl’s nipple. As they moved the material forward, it disappeared into the purplish aura of the inner part of the top.

Moving slowly forward, Applejack ws astonished as like a magic trick, more and more of her sister’s chest disappeared into the glowing portion, almost as if it was being sucked in!

Closer and closer they moved towards Applebloom, until soon, her entire massive expanse of tit-flesh had disappeared!

“Ah kin do the rest,” said the young filly, slipping her arms through the holes in the side, and reaching behind her, fastening the velcro in place.

Coral Leaf and the others then took in what was before them.

There stood Applebloom, in a pair of white panties and her top which was flush against her upper-body, in a way that one would never know that her massive mounds were contained within!

“So,” said Twilight.” How do you feel?”

“A little…strange,” replied Applebloom. “Ah kin feel my chest, but…it’s not here.”

Carefully, she touched the front of her top, and gasped.

“Whut’s wrong, sugarcube?” asked Applejack.

“Ah felt them,” said Applebloom. “Ah kin feel em through the fabric!”

“Can you walk for us?” asked Twilight. “Let’s see how your balance is.”

Carefully, Applebloom took a few steps, and then a few more.

“How does it feel?” asked Coral.

“Like they’re not even there,” said Applebloom, who then proceeded to jump up and down. “It’s kinda weird, but ah don’t feel any of their weight when I move.”

“I daresay this is a triumph,” smiled Rarity. “Think of it darling, you can have all the fun you want during the day, and then in the evening, you can let your girls out.”

“Well, ah don’t wanna have all the fun,” said Applebloom. “Let’s get Coral all fixed up too.”

Applejack excused herself from the next bit of business (she was still apprehensive about seeing her brother-in-law nude below the waist), leaving Applebloom, Twilight, and Rarity to make his enormous package disappear into the special underwear.

“You’re sure this is okay?” he asked nervously, surveying his equipment laid bare on the barn floor in front of him.

“Coral Leaf, stop bein’ a baby,” sighed Applebloom. “Twilight knows whut she’s doing. When ya take yer underwear off afterwards, it’s all gonna be there.”

Foot-by-foot, the enormous orange shlong disappeared, and soon, the dark orange testicles followed.

Coral tried to remain calm as the front of the underwear was soon flush against his underside, and Applebloom pulled the rest up between his legs, and fastened it to the sides…before giving him a hearty spank on his bottom!

“Hey!” he cried out.

“That’s fer whining,” she snapped at him. “Come on, let’s see how ya look.”

Like Applebloom, Coral moved about a bit in his underwear. He could feel something against the flush front, but it still seemed strange to him, seeing a part of him that had been so prominent over the years, had just vanished.

Taking a few steps around the barn, his hips felt lighter as he moved about.

“Rather freeing, isn’t it?” Noted Rarity.

“Sure is,” said Coral. “You know, I…I could probably get used to this.”

“Come on,” said Applebloom taking his hand.

The two had a floor-length mirror in a corner of the barn, and as they gazed into it, they were amazed at how normal they now looked, the areas that had once burst forth with their sexuality, now flattened and contained within the glowing purple aura of the underwear.

“Feels a little empty, without the parts of ourself,” said Coral.

“You stallions,” snorted Applebloom. “Member whut ah told you Rarity told me when ah started gettin’ big?”

“Um…yeah?”

“What did she tell me?”

“That, it’s what’s inside that counts?”

“Close enough…ah’ll letcha live this time.”

And with that, she planted a kiss on his lips.

With the success of the underwear fitting, it was decided that a celebratory lunch was in order. It was while they were putting on clothes, that Applebloom and Coral realized some problems.

All of Applebloom’s tops had been specially made for her enormous chest, but now she had nothing “normal” to wear. Applejack solved that by grabbing one of her plaid shirts, and giving it to her sister to wear. Applebloom completed the ensemble with a pair of blue jeans and her own pair of boots.

For Coral, while his clothes fit fine, the specially reinforced crotch area of his jeans had nothing to hold, and looked quite “deflated.”

Over lunch, Rarity informed the two that she would be making them some proper-sized clothing soon, along with some more normal-sized “inserts” to fill out their tops and bottoms.

“It’ll be very easy,” she said, “you’ll just strap them over your underwear, and no one will know.”

“Probably assume we shrank,” chuckled Coral.

“I would also recommend wearing your new undergarments for a few days,” she continued. “I’m sure they’re fine, but do let me know if anything becomes uncomfortable.”

After lunch, Twilight and Rarity headed back to Ponyville. Applejack claimed she had some chores to tend to, and Applejack and Coral Leaf decided to take a little stroll through the orchard.

“That went so well,” sighed Twilight. “It really makes me happy knowing we could help them out.”

“Oh yes,” nodded Rarity. “I also must look into making Coral some new dress pants, and some dresses for Applebloom. After all, they are going to be going around drumming up interest in their new dairy farm.”

“Of course. And I’m sure they’ll-hey, what’s going on?”

The two had just come within sight of Sugarcube Corner, and noticed a group of ponies standing outside as Mrs Cake stood in the doorway. As they approached, Mrs Cake suddenly saw Twilight.

“Twilight,” she called out. “Maybe you can help us.”

“What’s the problem?” asked Twilight.

“Well, we were serving lunch when the strangest thing happened. We had to evacuate the dining area, until we figure out what’s going on.”

“Okay,” said Twilight, “Let me see what-“

Entering the store, Twilight stopped in her tracks.

In a corner of the room, swelling out from a small glittering purple aura, were two massive, golden breasts, suspended in mid-air!

After reassuring Mrs Cake that things would be back to normal in a bit, Twilight rushed out the door.

“There’s something wrong with the magic I cast on the underwear,” she told Rarity. “I’m heading back to Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Alright,” said Rarity. “I need to get back to the boutique, and start my next order.”

As Twilight trotted off, Rarity made her way home.

Once she was through the door, she headed up to the guest room.

“Going to need that one pattern,” she said to herself. “Tweak it a bit and-“

Opening the door to the guest room, her jaw hung slack.

Over the guest bed, a purplish aura hung, and out of it, a massive dark-orange penis and testicles, weighed heavily on the bed!

“Mmmmmm…maybe I should take a little break before I start,” she said to herself, trying not to drool.

Author's Note

Over time, I often wondered about returning to this story with another epilogue, but a number of ideas just didn’t hold my interest long enough.

Then, Coral Leaf himself mentioned something about concealing underwear, and it was like the seas parted, and I started to concoct a story in a matter of minutes!

It’s a bit of a narrative departure, in that our huge couple are secondary characters to the story, but it still is fun to revisit them, and see how they are acting as a married couple.

Now we just have to ask ourselves, can Twilight fix this little issue?

Epilogue II - Part 2

After finding out that the magic she had used on Applebloom and Coral Leaf’s undergarments caused their prodigious parts to pop up in unexpected places, Twilight Sparkle immediately went to work on finding a solution to her magic’s problems.

Over the next few weeks, the young couple went back to wearing their previous undergarments most of the time, leaving Applebloom once again mostly immobile within her barn due to her enormous breasts, and Coral lugging around his colossal cock and balls in Rarity’s special clothing.

When she thought she had found a solution, Twilight would visit the two, and recast her magic on the special underwear Rarity had made for the couple. Unfortunately, these attempts still yielded the same results.

After the fifth attempt, Applebloom informed Twilight that maybe she should move on, but Twilight claimed she was determined to make things work for the two (mostly boded onward by Applejack in private, who really hoped that the Princess could make sure that her sister and brother-in-law were not going to be immobilized by their still-growing body parts, before they turned 25).

“I don’t understand it,” said Twilight, as she leafed through a number of reference materials. “What is it that I’m missing? It should have been simple enough to get right the first time.”

“My-my-my,” came a familiar voice that seemed to echo around the castle’s reading room. “And what prey tell, has got the Princess of Friendship backed against a wall this time?”

“Ugh,” groaned Twilight, recognizing that familiar, “antagonizing” tone.

“Well how-do-to-you as well,” said Discord, materializing out of a nearby window.

“Shouldn’t you be bugging somepony else?” asked Twilight, burying her face deeper into her book.

“Oh I was just in town to visit Fluttershy for tea,” responded Discord, “but just as we were getting started, she got an urgent request from the animal shelter…so I thought I’d stop by for a visit with you!”

Twilight remained quiet.

“Hmm, I take it you’re busy?”

The silence remained steady.

“I see your brow is furrowing deeper. That can only mean one thing: Twilight Sparkle, has a bee in her bonnet.”

A moment later a bonnet appeared on Twilight’s head, and Discord popped out from under it, looking like a bee.

“Bzzzt, care to share?” he said, buzzing around her head.

“Not…particularly,” she huffed, trying to ignore him.

“Not even a little hint?” he buzzed in her ear…leading to her smacking him against a nearby wall, where his body liquified and reformed into his normal draconequusian self.

“Fine!” He said, lifting his nose in the air. “I can take a hint. I guess I’ll just have to find some other pony, who appreciates my company. Good-bye!!”

And with that, he exited out the nearest double-doors, slamming them and causing several books to fall to the floor.

“Good riddance,” sighed Twilight, as she turned another page…and found the text on it reformatting into the figure of Discord!

“You know you really look more stressed than I thought,” the word-formed figure said. “What say we have a little tea, since my time with Fluttershy is currently postponed?”

“AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” rang out the anguished cry of the perturbed Princess.

Realizing he wasn’t going to leave her alone, Twilight had no choice but to consent to take tea with her unexpected guest.

Discord had volunteered to prepare everything, and while Twilight had doubts, the results seemed to be…normal. The Earl Grey was tasty, as were the cucumber sandwiches.

“See?” said Discord. “You seem more relaxed already.”

“I’d feel much moreso if I could solve this problem,” sighed Twilight, taking another sip of tea.

“Want to talk about it?” asked Discord, as his ears grew in size. “I’m all ears!”

Twilight fought back the urge to roll her eyes, and finally (maybe even against her better judgment), explained about her magical issues with Applebloom and Coral Leaf’s undergarments.

“Hmm yes, quite the dilemma,” said Discord, stroking his chin. “Such prominent protrusions, that seem to keep popping up all over Ponyville!”

“It worked fine when I tested it,” muttered Twilight. “Why is it not working out for those two?”

“Maybe the size, perhaps? I daresay, even their mass is much larger than a mere apple.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” sighed Twilight, putting down her tea cup and saucer.

“Have you considered that perhaps…your magic isn’t strong enough to do the job?”

“What are you implying?” asked Twilight, her eyes narrowing at her guest.

“Oh I’m not implying that there’s anything wrong with your magic,” said Discord, stuffing a few more cucumber sandwiches into his mouth. “I’m sure you of all ponies would know if something was amiss. It’s just that when it comes to Applebloom and Coral Leaf, I think, well, chaos magic might be just what the doctor ordered.”

“Oh no,” said Twilight. “No-no-no-no-no, I am not exposing them to your powers.”

“But it’s just chaos magic,” replied Discord. “What’s the worse that can happen?”

“I can think of plenty of things,” said Twilight. “Now, thank you for this little distraction, but I really think you should leave.”

“But I haven’t even served the tiramisu,” said Discord, as the dessert floated into view.

“Leave, Discord!” Bellowed Twilight.

“…alright…fine,” he said. And slowly, he shrank in size, as the tiramisu floated down, and opened up like a flying saucer. As Twilight watched, the teeny figure stepped inside, and the dessert “closed” over him, before flying out a nearby window.

“Well, now that that’s over with,” said Twilight, “back to work!”

A few hours later, there was a knock on the room’s doors.

“Who is it?” asked Twilight.

“It’s Fluttershy,” came a soft voice from the other side of the door. “I was wondering if I might talk to you about something.”

“Come in,” said Twilight. “Just trying to figure out how to help Applebloom and Coral Leaf.”

“I know,” replied Fluttershy as she walked over. “Discord told me. He also said he offered to help you.”

Yes,” said Twilight, “well, I really don’t think we need his help with this problem. Once I figure out what needs to be done, Applebloom and Coral will be just fine.”

“But Twilight, you’ve been working on this for over a month. I know how some things can…cause you to really look for a solution, but I think you should accept his help. I’m certain Discord doesn’t mean anything bad by his offer.”

Deep inside, Twilight wanted to agree. There were a number of other things she knew she could be doing with her time, but even though he had claimed to have been reformed, she still didn’t trust Discord, let alone his use of chaos magic.

“Don’t you remember how he behaved at the wedding?” she asked, turning to Fluttershy. “He was jumping on Gentle Bounty’s chest like a trampoline, and he made the girls’ chests grow enormous, right in front of everyone!”

“But he stopped and put things right, didn’t he?” asked Fluttershy. “Look, I had a long conversation with him afterwards about that as well, and he assured me he wouldn’t do anything like that again.”

“Fluttershy, I know you and Discord have a…friendship going, but I really don’t believe that chaos magic is the right way to solve this problem.”

“Can’t you just give it a chance? Discord told me he’s fairly certain that he can help. And besides, if you’re worried about him getting out of line, I’ll be there to keep an eye on him.”

Twilight was quiet for a bit. She knew her friend always said what she meant. Plus, it didn’t help that Fluttershy’s big blue eyes seemed to also be pleading with Twilight to allow this request to happen.

“Alright,” sighed Twilight. “I’ll give him a chance…one, chance. If his chaos magic doesn’t work, then it’s back to the drawing board with my magic. Okay?”

“Okay,” smiled Fluttershy.

And that was how Applebloom and Coral Leaf, found themselves chatting with Twilight, Discord, Fluttershy, and Rarity in the Apple’s barn a few days later.

Naturally, Discord seemed like a perfect gentleman to Applebloom, even going so far as to compliment her “blooming” since he had last seen her.

“Applejack must be very proud to have a sister who lives up to her name,” he smiled, causing Applejack’s eyes to narrow.

With Coral Leaf, Discord seemed to have no problems getting on his good side. Then again, they had ended their talk at the wedding on a pretty good note (following the breast growing incident with Applebloom and her friends).

Such a wonderful specimen of stallionhood and masculinity,” complimented Discord, eyeing the enormous bulging underwear the orange stallion was wearing. “Such a shame your gifts have to be hidden from the world.”

“Glad somepony understands how I feel,” replied Coral Leaf. “Seem-“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, as Applebloom pinched his ear rather hard, causing him to wince.

“Coral honey,” smiled Applebloom, “try not to let yer…stallionhood do the thinkin’ fer ya. Ah married you fer the brain in yer head, remember?”

The other ponies smiled at her directness, and Coral quieted down, allowing his wife to let go.

“I see she’s already got you well-trained,” smiled Discord, suddenly turning into a ball-and-chain that attached itself to Coral’s left leg. “Guess marriage really can change a stallion.”

A-HEM,” said Fluttershy, loudly clearing her throat. “I think it’s time we got down to business, don’t you girls?”

“Most certainly,” replied Rarity.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” said Twilight.

“Oh, very well,” said Discord, returning to normal form. “Seems there’s never time for minor chit-chat nowadays. Everypony is in such a rush to get down to business.”

Inside the barn, Discord was soon looking over the undergarments for the young couple.

“Hmm,” he said, examining them as if they were something otherworldly. “Hmmm.”

This went on for more than 5 minutes, before Twilight finally spoke up.

“Are you done yet?” she grumbled.

“Please,” said Discord, his paw tugging on one of the bra’s shoulder straps. “I need a full assessment of the garments. A proper examination is necessary to know how much magic is to be used. Didn’t you carry out such stringent reviews during your magic sessions?”

“N-no,” admitted Twilight.

“Well, maybe you should have,” replied Discord. “Now, do be patient.”

It was another 20 minutes, before he set the items down.

“I think I know what needs to be done,” said Discord, as suddenly, a heavy apron, gloves, and welders helmet appeared on his body. “Why don’t you all take a breather, while I deal with this?”

“With…what?” asked Applebloom.

“Chaos magic requires special care for embedding, my dear,” noted Discord, as he carried the garments outside…where everyone noticed that a large anvil, some tools, and even a kiln had appeared! “Now please, leave me to my work.”

Nopony could focus on anything else but Discord. Soon, all eyes were drawn to the scene taking place in the farmyard.

Discord placed each item into the fiery kiln, which caused Rarity to gasp and Twilight to almost rush out of the barn, before Fluttershy grabbed her arm.

“He knows what he’s doing,” she said. “Trust him.”

“Looks to me like he’s burning up Rarity’s handiwork,” noted Coral.

“Just be patient,” said Fluttershy.

A few moments later, the group was surprised as Discord removed the items from the kiln, still intact, though now they glowed with a golden hue.

“Is that chaos magic?” Applebloom asked Twilight.

“I…guess so?” she replied.

Discord then flipped down his visor, and picking up a large hammer, laid each item across the anvil, and began to hammer away.

Each strike caused a metallic sound, and some magic seemed to burst forth in tiny chunks, before disappearing into the ether.

No one could say how long this work lasted, before finally, Discord set down his hammer, pulled off the visor and wiped his brow.

“Finished,” he said triumphantly, as he piled the garments in his arms, and headed back into the barn, where portions of the underthings still glowed brightly.

“That glow,” gulped Coral. “Chaos magic isn’t…hot, is it?”

“Do not fear,” said Discord, quickly turning into a grey-haired wizard with a dark grey robe. “It’s really quite cool.”

Both pony and stallion took their underthings from him. As he had promised, they did feel ‘quite cool,’ and it was found that the interior sections for their enlarged parts, glowed with the golden chaos magic.

“Now, shall we get down to business and help you two into your things?” asked Discord.

“Um, why don’tchoo help out Coral?” asked Applebloom. “Mah sister n’ Rarity can help me just fine.”

“Well, if you insist,” said Discord. “Why don’t you join us, Fluttershy?”

“Um…uh,” said Fluttershy, turning beet red. “I don’t know if I should, given Coral’s, um…”

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy,” said Twilight. “I’ll go along with you three, just in case.”

“In case, what?” asked Discord.

“Just…in case.”

And while Applebloom was helped into her underthings in the barn, Coral went into the house, accompanied by Discord, Fluttershy, and Twilight.

They soon found themselves in Coral’s old bedroom, where he soon removed his current garments, causing his cock to hit the wooden floor with a meaty “thud.”

“I’ll just sit over here, in the corner,” said Fluttershy, keeping her eyes averted from Coral’s stallionhold.

“Oh come now Fluttershy,” said Discord. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Why I’m sure Coral wouldn’t mind showing off-“

“Hate to interrupt,” interrupted Twilight, “but the purpose of this is to get Coral into his underwear?”

Just like the fitting several weeks before, Coral watched as the head of his cock disappeared into the magical glow of the inner portion of the underwear, as if it was being sucked into a vortex. Both Twilight and Discord, slowly moved the clothing towards him, and his orange expanse became less and less. Eventually, his balls followed suit, and before long, Twilight was securing the fastenings around his waist.

“Now, how does that feel?” she asked. “Any problems with the magic?”

“No,” said Coral, shifting his waist around, “though my parts feel a little…tingly?”

“Oh that is to be expected with chaos magic,” noted Discord. “It really is a delightful feeling sometimes!”

“Um, are you…done?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yes, Fluttershy,” replied Coral. “I’m all covered up.”

“Oh my,” she gasped, gazing upon the smooth front of Coral’s normal-sized crotch area. “It really worked!”

“I told you it would,” smiled Discord.

“Let’s just give it some time,” said Twilight. “I still want to be sure that things won’t…leak out.”

It was after Coral’s fitting that the group had walked outside (with Coral leading the way clad only in his underwear), and over to the barn.

Applebloom had already been fitted properly, fully clad in her underthings. When Coral saw her standing in tje barm doorway, he couldn’t resist rushing to her, and holding her in his arms.

“Still getting used to holding you close like this,” he said.

The couple were then inundated with questions by all those around them. They even performed some awkward movements, but it seemed like the underthings (which had a small golden aura around Applebloom’s chest and Coral’s crotch) were perfectly fine.

Needless to say, Twilight was not wholly convinced their problems had been solved.

“Let’s give it a week,” she noted. “We’ll see if anything shows up where it isn’t supposed to.”

And so, Monday turned into Tuesday. Tuesday into Wednesday. And soon, a whole week had passed by with the couple wearing their undergarments, and not a single report of their hidden parts showing up in unexpected places.

“I…I can’t believe it,” said Twilight, as the group reconvened back on the farm, where Applebloom and Coral Leaf were helping out in the kitchen to prepare lunch, clad in normal-sized clothing that Rarity had provided. “And you’re sure you two feel alright? No strange, discolorations or, protuberances?”

“We’re fine, Twilight,” said Applebloom. “Right, honey?”

“I feel right as rain,” said Coral, as he kissed his wife on the cheek, and wrapped his arms around her. “You know, being this close to you I, only slightly miss my ‘boys.’”

Applebloom playfully lifted her left leg to knee him in his nether regions, only to remember there was nothing there (at the moment).

“Nice try,” smirked Coral.

“You’ll git a warnin’ squeeze next time I see yer friend,” whispered Applebloom. “Can’t believe sometimes ah need to prove myself against yer great big-“

“Now come on you two,” interrupted Applejack. “Let’s get lunch finished, and then you two kin horse around later.”

“Say Applejack,” said Applebloom, “Ah wuz just thinking…whutsay we make Discord a nice pie?”

“Oh my, they shouldn’t have,” said Discord, as a very disturbed mail pony went hurling off into the chaos realm, and a boxed pie sat in his hand. “Oh, and there’s a note! ‘Thank you so much for your help, your magic really did the trick! We hope you can stop by soon. Rarity has some more underwear we need to have chaos magic applied to. Signed, Applebloom and Coral Leaf.’ Oh, those two kids! Looks like I’ll have to make plans to visit Ponyville sooner than I thought. Maybe I’ll have Fluttershy invite them to our next tea time!”

Looking out at the chaotic atmosphere of the realm, Discord then took a deep breath.

“What a perfectly chaotic day,” he said. “I think I’ll just enjoy a slice of this pie, and relax down by the pool.”

Soon, he was skipping down a small path where he came across a swirling orange vortex, with a red and white shed next to it. A sign on the door read:

Discord’s Shed* (*stay outta my shed).

The front of it was rigged with an elaborate series of locks…which Discord took care of by simply turning the door knob on the door.

“Time to try out my new pool furniture,” he smiled.

Reaching into the shed with one paw, the first thing he pulled out, were two enormous, golden-yellow spheres, with two darkened nubs. As he levitated them over by the pool, they sloshed noisily.

Next, he pulled out a monstrously-long, dark-orange tube, with two round attachments.

Soon, he had fashioned the items into a makeshift lounger, the massive yellow spheres made comfortable pillows, cushioning his head and upper-body. Meanwhile, he lay on the long orange “lounger,” adjusting himself on it’s somewhat soft surface, and placed the pie on one of the attachments.

“Oh, I should have gotten something to drink,” he said to himself.

With a snap of his fingers, a drink appeared out of thin air, and he took a sip.

“So, cozy,” he smiled, snuggling a bit deeper into the huge golden ‘pillows.’ “Now, time to relax and have some well-earned apple pie.”

Author's Note

Took some time to get myself out of a depressive funk, but here we have the second part of the recent epilogue.

I had taken a small stab at writing Discord during the wedding chapter, and here I was delving into more of his personality, let alone dealing once again with trying to properly clothe Applebloom and Coral Leaf.

Quite talkative still, though I am trying to keep these epilogue chapters down to a smaller word count. Also, I give Fluttershy a bit more room to speak, compared to how under-utilized she was in the main story.

The end part of the epilogue is definitely an image I could see so well in my head, let alone as a fanart piece.

Epilogue II - Part 3

It had been a week since Discord had last seen Applebloom and Coral Leaf.

In that time, the Draconequus and Fluttershy had put together another tea time, and invited the couple over to Fluttershy’s cottage.

Just the sight of them arriving at the cottage, one would never have assumed they had been blessed with massive anatomical parts.

Applebloom came dressed in a light-purple summer dress that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. Though her actual breasts were concealed within her magicked top, Rarity had crafted an insert to wear over it, that gave her some definition in the chest area (though nothing compared to her normal, cart-sized breasts).

Coral Leaf was dressed in a presentable white dress shirt, and a pair of jeans. Though far from the Brobdingnagian bulge he was known to have, the insert Rarity had provided to be worn over his concealing briefs, still was impressive compared to normal-sized stallions.

As Discord’s success with chaos magic had successfully worked on their last set of underthings, the couple had brought additional undergarments that Rarity had made, for Discord to enchant.

The Draconequus had gotten to work immediately, and after 45 minutes, the group sat outside Fluttershy’s cottage, enjoying tea and cucumber sandwiches.

“Thank you fer arrangin’ this so soon, Fluttershy,” smiled Applebloom, taking a sip of tea.

“Think nothing of it,” smiled Fluttershy. “Discord insisted on it after your note.”

“And that pie,” said Discord, as a chef’s outfit suddenly appeared on his body. “Tres magnifique!”

“Ah’m glad you liked it,” giggled Applebloom, “Coral and I made it ourselves. And thanks fer comin’ back so soon to help with our other underthings. Ah hope we didn’t deter any plans you had.”

“Oh no, don’t say such things my dear. I’m just grateful that my magic was able to solve your, little problems. I take it from your insistence that I work more of my magic, everything is fitting comfortably? No issues with your-“

“Um, Discord?” interjected Fluttershy, her cheeks turning red. “Maybe we shouldn’t discuss…that, over tea?”

“Oh come now, Fluttershy,” he replied. “They’ve had plenty of time to wear their undergarments, and I’d like to make sure I’ve guaranteed their comfort.”

“Well, um, thanks fer askin’,” said Applebloom, blushing as well. “Ah guess, my-um, I mean, I’ve felt just fine. Just, um-“

“Just what?”

“Well, sometimes, it feels like there’s a littlepressure, between my-“

“You know, I just remembered something I forgot to do,” said Fluttershy, getting up from her chair. “I’ll be back in a sec!”

A moment later, she had retreated into her cottage, and the door closed behind her.

“Please, continue,” said Discord. “You were saying something about pressure? Is it painful?”

“Oh no, it just feels like sometimes, well…somethin’ is pushing against the front of my chest. But not like all the time, just…sometimes?”

Mm-hmmmm,” pondered Discord, as a notepad suddenly appeared out of thin air, and he scribbled furiously on it. “And you Coral? Any issues?”

“Now that you mention it,” said Coral, “there are some times where I feel the same thing, just like, a little pressure.”

“Fascinating,” pondered Discord, “and, is it in any certain spot?”

“Kind of along the top of my shaft-“

“Coral Leaf,” exclaimed Applebloom, “We’re having tea. You could call it somethin’ a little less…exact?”

“Well, the cock-I mean, cat’s out of the bag,” said Discord, “let’s just carry on. Is this pressure painful?”

“No, it just feels like something is pressing against it. It eventually goes away, but it has happened several times this week.”

“I see,” said Discord, scribbling around his pad some more. “Well kids, I personally don’t think it’s anything to worry about. Chaos magic can be a teensy bit unpredictable, but since you two aren’t experiencing any pain, it could possibly just be your bodies having minor reactions to the magic. But seriously, do let me know if it becomes uncomfortable, and we can re-evaluate.”

“Alright,” nodded Coral Leaf. “If you say we’re okay, we trust your judgment.”

“Excellent! Well, I think that concludes our little investigation,” said Discord, as an open file cabinet appeared next to him, and he stuffed the notepad into it, before the items then disappeared. “Applebloom, would you check on Fluttershy, please? I think she may need some help.”

“Alright,” said Applebloom, getting up from her chair.

A few moments later, the two ponies emerged with a new plate of cucumber sandwiches.

“I…forgot where I put the cucumbers,” blushed Fluttershy.

“You don’t say,” said Coral, taking a sandwich from the tray, as everyone sat back down. “You know, I really wish Twilight could have joined us today.”

“I know,” sighed Fluttershy. “I invited her as well, but she said there was something that had come up, and she wasn’t to be disturbed.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to tell her the good news the next time we see her,” remarked Coral.

“Oh? What good news?” asked Fluttershy, her ears perking up.

“Yes, do tell,” said Discord turning into a reporter. “Inquiring minds want to know!”

“Why don’t you tell em, honey?” smiled Coral, taking his wife’s hand.

“Alright,” smiled the yellow pony. “The other day, we secured a loan with Ponyville Savings and Loan, and we’re gonna start our own dairy business soon!”

“Oh that’s wonderful!” smiled Fluttershy.

“Bravo!” cried out Discord, as the group suddenly found themselves in a huge auditorium, with an audience full of Discords, cheering and shouting and whistling loudly, with confetti raining down on the group.

“Discord?” said Fluttershy, a warning tone to her voice.

And in a flash, the group was back outside the cottage.

“Well, it is a momentous decision,” he insisted. “I was merely showing my enthusiasm for these two.”

“And we appreciate it very much,” said Coral, brushing confetti out of his hair.

“So, when do you expect to start…producing?” asked Discord.

“A-HEM,” coughed Fluttershy.

“Oh come now Fluttershy, it’s a perfectly logical question for a business like this!”

“Well,” blushed Applebloom, “We’re still workin’ that out. We’re gonna take the train in a few days to check out one place near Appleloosa that we hear has some dairy equipment fer sale. And naturally, we’ll check-in on some of my relations there as well.”

“That’ll be fun,” said Fluttershy. “Does this mean you’ll be leaving Ponyville?”

“Oh no, we just heard somepony was selling some equipment and want to see what they have. We’re gonna be, producing out of Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack’s offered to give us some land on the farm for our business.”

“Provided we give her a portion of our profits,” noted Coral.

“Sounds reasonable,” nodded Discord. “Fifty-fifty split?”

“Naw. Twenty-eighty, and we get to keep a majority of any profits.”

“Personally, I can’t wait to see the look on my relations’ faces when we show up to see them,” giggled Applebloom. “They haven’t seen us since the wedding, and they don’t know about our…reductions. And, speaking of reductions, Coral, maybe now is a good time to ask Discord.”

“Ask me what?” asked the Draconequus.

“Well,” said Coral, “We kinda jumped into this without asking you first.”

“Jumped into what?”

“Do you remember my Mom, Gentle Bounty?”

“Oh how could I forget? Such a firm and buoyant pony-“

“A-HEM!!!” said Fluttershy.

“I was merely paying his lovely mother a compliment,” responded Discord. “Do go on, Coral.”

“It’s just that after our underthings turned out so well, we asked Rarity to make some for my Mom. And, since your chaos magic-“

“I see where this is going,” said Discord, transforming into a fortune teller, and gazing into a magic eight ball. “ You wish to have me use chaos magic on some things for your mother. The spirits are telling me…all signs point to yes!”

“Oh, thank Celestia,” sighed Coral, as Applebloom punched him in the shoulder.

“Ah toldja he’d be okay with it,” she chuckled.

“Just say the word once Rarity has finished her work,” said Discord, “and I’ll stop on by the farm to work my magic.”

“We will,” said Coral. “She and Dad don’t know about our undergarments, but her birthday is next month. Applebloom and I wanna show up and surprise them with her underwear.”

“How sweet,” smiled Fluttershy. “I’m sure your Mother will really love them.”

“Indeed,” said Discord, attempting to pour himself another cup of tea, but finding the pot empty. “Hmm, looks like we’re all out of tea and we finished off that last tray of sandwiches. I think this concludes our little tea party, here, let me take everything inside.”

“Thank you, Discord,” said Fluttershy, placing her tea cup on the trolley.

“Yeah, you really are a sweetie fer helpin’ us,” smiled Applebloom, as she placed her and Coral’s cups on the trolley as well.

“Oh please,” said Discord, blushing so hard his entire body turned red. “I just really like to help my friends. Speaking of which, I’ll get these put in the sink right away.”

As Discord wheeled the tea trolley into the kitchen, his mind flashed back to the wedding, and the enormity of Gentle Bounty’s house-sized breasts.

Hmmm, he smiled mischievously to himself. Looks like I’m going to need a bigger shed.

Author's Note

And thus…I think we have reached the end of this story.

I actually thought I had it finished a week ago, but wanted to add some more about Applebloom and Coral Leaf discussions some strange sensations they had felt since using the chaos magic-infused underwear.

In case some of you are wondering, I will not be writing about Gentle Bounty getting her underwear, or the Appleleaf Dairy that will be starting up soon. You’ll just have to use your imaginations there.

…however, maybe there might be a possibility of a side story in the future, if I can figure out how the events of this epilogue might not cancel it’s meaning out. No promises, but there’s like a 12% chance of it happening.

Chapter 1

“Applebloom?…Applebloom!”

The cry issued forth from Applejack, who stood at the bottom of the stairs, her boot tapping noisily on the wood floor.

“Applebloom! Granny made apple cinnamon pancakes! You want any, yuh better git down here b’fore Big Mac eats em’ all!”

“Eeyup,” said Macintosh, as he finished fastening his overalls, and entered the kitchen.

“Alright alright, ah’m comin’!” Came the voice of the youngest Apple family member.

A few minutes later, a groggy-eyed young filly descended the staircase, trying to wipe the sleep out of her eyes. No longer a little filly, Applebloom had definitely lived up to her name. Now just a few inches shorter than her big sister, some expected that any day now, she might overtake Applejack, as the second-tallest member of the Apple family.

Her yellow feet plopped down onto the steps, causing her pajamas to rustle. It wasn’t so much the pajamas rustling, as the two large mounds underneath her strained top, that were causing such a motion-commotion.

In the last year, Applebloom had been surprised when her once adequate chest had just…blossomed! After spending most of her teenage years as an under-developed filly, she was pleased at first when she overtook her sister in cup-size…but then, they just kept getting bigger!

She had already been to Rarity’s boutique 3 times this year for bra fittings, and she didn’t look forward to a 4th. Not that Rarity was bad at her job, but the young filly missed being able to not have to readjust her wardrobe every few months.

Hopefully they’re almost done, she thought, looking down at her chest as she entered the kitchen.

“Well, good mornin,’ sunshine,” said Granny, as Applebloom noisily pulled back a chair, and ‘plopped’ herself down. “And how’s mah ‘full’ lil’ filly feelin’?”

“Just…tired, Granny,” said AB, her mouth opening into a wide “O” of a yawn. “Ah don’t know what it is these days, but ah’m just soo dang tired.”

“Betcha it’s the weather,” said Applejack, digging into her stack of pancakes. “Ah mean, they were predicting the worst drought in 20 moons, and wouldn’tcha know it? Nothin!”

“Well, maybe Twilight did somethin’ with tah help,” said Granny, slowly bringing a stack of cakes to Applebloom.

“Ah don’t think so,” said Applejack. “Twilight knows a thing or two about magic, and ah recall her tellin’ me that magically interfering with nature, can sometimes go bad.”

“Can’t be any worse than when we had those black vines Discord let loose on Ponyville,” said Applebloom, trying to get a forkful of pancake to her mouth, without spilling syrup on her strained top. “Seriously, ah don’t know how Fluttershy can stand him.”

“Well, Fluttershy’s…Fluttershy,” said AJ. “Now, we better stop yammerin’ and start eatin.’ That way you can get washed up, and we can git to our family activity today.”

“What activity?” Asked AB, taking a big bite.

“Well, as you know, we’re comin’ up on Applebuck season,” said AJ. “Because of those drought rumors, I planted extra this year, to compensate in case we lost some trees. Well, because the weather turned out better than expected, ah think we may have a surplus for the first time in years.”

“Wow, thaf fantaftik thif,” said AB, spitting bits of pancake across the table.

“Applebloom” said AJ, her eyes narrowing.

*GULP* “Sorry, Sis,” said the filly, her cheeks reddening. “Ah wuz just thinkin’ what that could mean for the farm.”

“It means apples up the wazoo, that’s whut,” said Granny. “With that many apples, why I bet we could extend our Cider Festival by a few more days this year!”

“Now that’s a swell idea, Granny,” said AB. “And with the extra money, we could continue sprucin’ up Sweet Apple Acres!”

“Eeyup,” said Big Mac, a big smile on his face.

“Well, let’s not sit here twirlin’ our tongues,” said AJ. “Let’s finish these cakes, and git tah countin’ them apple trees!”

__________

45 minutes later, Applejack, Big Mac, and Applebloom were out in the orchard, each with a clipboard and pencil in their hands.

Each family member went to a specific part of the orchard, taking note of the trees, the amount of apples each was displaying, and if any of them were ailing.

By the time the sun began sinking in the afternoon sky, the three met back at the house. Sitting down around the kitchen table with tall glasses of apple juice, Applejack tallied their information.

The kitchen fan couldn’t cool them down fast enough, with Big Mac constantly wiping his brow, and Applebloom constantly flapping the untucked portion of her top, to generate some air.

Finally, after 6 minutes, Applejack looked up, a big smile on her face.

“Apples, I can say without a doubt, that this is definitely gonna be a big season for us. According to these numbers, we’ve got 35% more apples to harvest, than last year!”

The cheering almost blew the roof off the farmhouse, as the little family whooped it up.

“That’s amazin’” said Applebloom, adjusting her bra slightly. “So, when do we git started?”

“Well, actually Applebloom, with the added surplus to harvest, ah wanna try somethin’ new this season.”

“Whaddyamean?”

“Well,” said Applejack, “There’s just the three of us to harvest the crop, and ah know Granny doesn’t want me to over-extend mahself like ah did a few seasons ago-”

“Yer darn tootin,” interrupted Granny Smith.

“Anyway, as the head of Sweet Apple Acres, and seein’ as our crop will add some more bits in our pockets, ah figure maybe we should hire an extra hand, to help round the farm.”

“Well gee sis, that sure does sound fine n’ dandy, but why not just ask your friends to help?”

“Ah would have a few years ago, Applebloom. But they got so much goin’ on nowadays, that ah can’t ask them to help us with such a big task. Besides, ah’m sure we kin find a nice, dependable stallion to help.”

“An if were lucky, he’ll finally tame yer sis an get her tah settle down some,” whispered Granny to Applebloom, both giggling aloud.

__________

The next day, Applejack and Applebloom headed into town, with a stack of fliers they had made the night before.

They made sure to post them in prominent areas of the town, where the townsfolk could see (preferably places where good, strong colts or stallions would see them).

As the two sisters walked through Ponyville, they soon encountered some of Applejack’s friends, and shared the good news about the farm’s surplus.

Twilight Sparkle commended the Apples on their good luck, and Pinkie Pie claimed that the Cake Family might be interested in purchasing some of the surplus for their baking supplies.

Of course, a surplus automatically brought thoughts of more cider to Rainbow Dash’s mind, and the pegasus almost lost her head when she heard additional days might be added to the Apple family’s Ciderfest.

Along with Applejack meeting her friends, Applebloom also encountered her two best friends: Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo.

Seeing her younger sister with the two fillies, Applejack suggested they split up to post up the rest of the fliers, and meet back at the farm later.

Though the girls’ talking turned to the farm and its good news, pretty quickly they returned to the more prominent bustline of Applebloom’s.

“They’re still growing?” Asked Scootaloo, incredulously.

“Yeah,” said Applebloom, tugging on her bra. "Ah feel a little guilty, given that ah got all this, and you girls got hardly anythin.’

“Aw, don’t worry Applebloom,” said Sweetie Belle, a smile on her face. “Your chest doesn’t change the fact that we’re friends!”

“You bet! Even when they get so big you can’t walk anymore, me and Sweetie will still visit you,” laughed Scootaloo, and the girls all shared in the joke.

“Well, hopefully it won’t come tah that,” said AB, smiling nervously.

__________

Both Applejack and Applebloom returned to the farm around noon, having posted up all their fliers. For the rest of the afternoon, Applejack kept the front door open, eyeing the main road into town. She was sure that at any moment, a small herd of applicants would be stampeding their way to the farm.

3 hours into her watch, and still nothin.’ Then 4. Then 5. And soon, it was time for dinner.

“Yer shore you two canvassed the town?” Asked Granny, as the family ate around the table.

“Absolutely, Granny,” said AJ. "AB and I made sure those fliers were put up everwhere a young stallion could see em.

“Ah jus’ can’t believe we haven’t had anypony show up an-”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

The sudden sound made everyone jump (and in Applebloom’s case, jiggle), as they looked to the front door. It was Applejack who got up from the table, and answered it.

Standing in the doorway, was a teenage stallion. His skin was as orange as the fruit, and the color of his hair, was as green as an evergreen tree, wih a streak of aquamarine running throuh it. The only thing he seemed to be wearing, was a pair of overalls, that almost looked a size too large for his body, making him resemble a little colt wearing his brother’s hand-me downs. At his side, was a brown suitcase.

“Hi,” he said, quietly. “Um, is this the place where you’re looking for a hand?”

“Why it shore is,” said AJ, extending her hand politely. “Mah name’s Applejack! And who might you be?”

“Um, Coral,” he said, taking her hand, and shaking it slowly, “Coral Leaf.”

“Well now Coral, you caught us right in the middle of dinner, but ah think we can pull up another place for yuh! You feelin’ hungry?”

“A little. But if it’s too much trouble, I understand. I’ll just go back into town and, come back tomorrow.”

“Oh come on in, yer already here,” said AJ, at her most welcoming. “Let me just get that suitcase for yah!”

“Well, if you insist…thank you,” replied Coral, as Applejack led him into the kitchen.

“Guess what everpony, we gots us a visitor!”

After Applejack had introduced him to each of her family members, Coral set himself down to dinner. Being that he was a guest interested in helpin’ out the Apple family, Coral quickly became the center of rapt attention.

He told the family how he had grown up on a small farm in-between Galloping Gorge, and Unicorn Range, in the Northwestern area of Equestria. He was an only-child, whose family had lived in that region for several generations.

A day ago, he had decided to take one of the first big steps in his life, and leave home. Of course, rather than head off to one of the more popular locales like Manehattan or Baltimare, his family was surprised he had chosen to travel to Ponyville.

Coral explained to the Apples that despite its relatively small size (though not as small as where he grew up), so much of the news that traveled back-and-forth throughout Equestria, seemed to originate from there.

“You can say that again,” confirmed Applejack. “Why until my good friend Twilight came here, we Apples were about the biggest thing to come out of Ponyville.”

“Yeah,” said Applebloom, her chest (further) swelling with pride. “Why if it wasn’t for our relations, and Granny Smith here, there might be nothin’ where yer sittin’ right now.”

“Eeyup,” chimed in Big Mac.

“Wow,” said Coral, his eyes a bit in shock at what he had stumbled onto. “I had heard word of your farm from some of my relations. A cousin of mine came through here a few years ago, during your family’s Ciderfest. He said it was worth the 6-hour wait.”

“Well, if’n yah play yer cards right after we test yah out tomorrow, maybe you’ll get tah be right up front, and help us with this year’s doins,” said Applejack. “This will be one of Sweet Apple Acres’ biggest harvests, and we’re thinking of extending the festival by a few more days to compensate.”

“Yeah,” smiled Applebloom, as her red-orange eyes met Coral’s green ones. “Maybe we can keep yah in charge of watching out fer Rainbow Dash. Sis keeps saying she could drink enough cider til’ she-”

*POP*

It happened so quickly. One minute, the shiny black button Applebloom had fastening her plaid top was holding snugly. The next moment, it was sailing through the air, before hitting Coral on the nose, and plopping into his soup.

A second later, Applebloom had quickly run from the room.

“Applebloom?” AJ called after her sister. “Honey, it’s alright!”

The only response was thumping on the stairs, and the slamming of a door.

“Ah apologize, Coral,” said Applejack, as the young colt picked the black button out of his bowl. “My lil’ sis is usually a right friendly filly. It’s just, well…she’s, growin’ into her own.”

“I see,” said Coral, lookng at the place where she had once sat.

“Granny thinks it runs in the family. Word is her great-great-grandmother Applefizz got big early on and…a-heh, I’m sorry, ah really shouldn’t be talkin’ bout this. Not very polite dinner conversation.”

“No no, it’s fine,” said Coral. “You obviously care about your sister, and I completely understand. I’m sure Applebloom will, um, grow to accept her changes, just l-”

*KA-THUMP*

Suddenly, the table jolted slightly, causing the cups on it to spill a bit, and some of Coral’s soup to slop onto the table.

“Huh-whuh?” Murmured Granny, woken from her table-side nap.

“What in tarnation wuz that?” Asked Applejack. “Big Mac, yer trick knee actin-”

“It was me,” said Coral, a tinge of red spreading across his cheeks. “O-one of my legs has a tendency to get um…excited? I’m…i’m sorry.”

Coral swallowed hard as Applejack looked at him in a concerned way, before shocking him as she started laughing.

“A-ha-ha-ha! Aw come now Coral, the meal was getting borin’ anyways. Besides, we’ve let you ramble on so much, yer soup’s prob’ly gettin’ cold!”

__________

After dinner, Coral insisted on helping clear the table, but the Apples claimed he was their guest, and requested that he relax in the living room.

After they had finished cleaning, Applejack and Big Mac sat down with Coral, and explained what they were looking for in a farmhand for Sweet Apple Acres.

AJ went over the bucking method for harvesting apples, along with her hopes that their helper could also do other chores on the farm.

Though he had never worked with apple trees on his family’s farm, Coral assured Applejack that he was a hard worker, and would give it his best effort the next day.

“That’s all we ask of you,” said Applejack, as the clock chimed 9 o’clock. “Well, I think you better hit the hay. It’s a little late to be headin’ into town to look fer lodgings, but we got a spare bedroom for when guests stay over. Ah’ll show it to yah.”

Leading him upstairs, Applejack led him past a door with a golden apple-shaped nameplate, reading “Applebloom” on it.

“She’s prob’ly asleep by now,” said Applejack. “Haven’t heard a peep out of her since downstairs.”

The guest room was simple, with a bed and a dresser, along with a mirror in the corner.

“This’ll work just fine,” said Coral, setting his briefcase on the dresser.

“We’ll wake ya up bright an’ early tomorrow mornin,” said Applejack. “Granny may not look like much, but she can still make a hearty family breakfast.”

After getting situated, Coral lay on the bed, his eyes taking in the purplish night haze out the window, and listening to the sounds of the farm animals nearby.

It was just like being back home, except for a few differences here and there.

As his eyes looked up at the ceiling, his hand reached into his pocket, and pulled out the shiny black button Applebloom had popped off her shirt.

Twirling the little disc in his fingers, he watched its irridescent surface catch some of the moonlight, streaming in through the window.

There must have been a lot of her behind this he thought, when suddenly, his attention was drawn towards the lower part of his overalls.

Slowly, a lump could be seen rising near his crotch, causing him to gulp loudly.

Coral quickly placed the button on the nearby dresser, and held his hands against the rising growth. He tried to concentrate, and soon relaxed, feeling the lump recede, and his overalls becoming as calm as a still sea.

That’s enough out of you, he thought. Well, for tonight, anyways.

__________

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Rise and shine, Coral Leaf!”

The sound of Applejack’s voice caused the young stallion to almost jump out of his skin, jolting him awake!

“Yer in for a treat this mornin: Granny’s makin’ her big apple-cinnamon rolls! Hurry and get cleaned up a’fore Big Mac eats em all.”

“Eeyup,” came a male voice on the other side of the door.

Coral smiled at the conversation. He hadn’t been at Sweet Apple Acres more than half a day, and he found himself enjoying the family’s camaraderie!

Grabbing up a toothbrush and a bar of soap from his suitcase, Coral made his way to the bathroom, only to hear the shower running. jiggling the handle, revealed that the door was locked.

“Almost dun in here,” came a young voice that made Coral freeze (and his overalls become a little tighter).

Oh no, he suddenly thought. I left her button on the dresser.

Quickly, he shuffled back to his room, putting it in a drawer. He wanted to make a good impression on the Apples. Who knows what they might think if they found him with Applebloom’s button?

Returning to the hallway, he was just in time to see the bathroom door open, and Applebloom emerge.

Her hair was wrapped in a pink towel, with strands of her fiery-red hair sticking out in places.

Her body was wrapped in two green towels. This was notable as she had one around her body, and another precariously wrapped around her very ample bosom!

“Um, mornin,” she said, seeing Coral.

“Um, mornin,” he replied, almost sounding like a parrot, repeating her greeting.

“Look um, you don’t need to worry about the soup,” said Coral, the words tumbling from his mouth.

“…the soup?” Asked Applebloom, water dripping from her towel as she scrunched up her face, before realizing what he was talking about. “Oh, that. Well, glad yah liked it. I, best be gettin’ ready fore the day.”

In a flurry of green, pink, and yellow, the filly flounced into her room and closed the door.

Coral’s shower was a cold one. As he worked to wash himself, his hands kept coming back to his penis, stroking its slick surface.

While other stallions his age were easily 4–6 inches in length, Coral had them beat at 9 inches…and that was just when he was flaccid! When properly ‘motivated,’ his stallionhood could become rock-hard, reaching a length of over 18 inches. Because of this ‘size issue,’ he was unable to find proper undergarments that fit. After the runaway growth during his teen years, Coral had just accepted that places didn’t exist where he could find proper clothing (notably that which would fit and hold his massive abundance of stallion meat).

It took him a little longer than usual to shower, but finally, Coral emerged bright and shiny in his overalls, and came downstairs.

The Apples were situated around the table, with Applebloom dressed in jean shorts, and a knotted green top.

“Whut took ya so long?” Asked Applejack. “Granny Smith was afraid you fell in the toilet.”

“Ah hold the family record,” the old mare said, proudly.

“Anyways, tuck in! Not very often Granny makes these!”

A few bites in, and Coral quickly became a fan of Granny Smith’s cooking. While there were apples in the farm areas around his home, the flavors that passed his tongue and disappeared down his throat, made him eagerly tuck into a second roll, and then a third!

“Well, he seems to be tuckin’ into my food as much as you do with mah fritters,” said Granny, smiling at Applejack.

“Heh, y-yeah,” said Applejack, blushing at the comment.

“Yeah,” said Applebloom, a sly smile on her face that seemed to cry ‘sibling secret-spilling’. “You wouldn’t know it Coral, but mah sis can pack away Apple fritters like the world was comin’ to an end.”

“Eh-heh, be quiet Applebloom,” said AJ, in a manner that was secretly code for, ‘shut up, little sister.’

“Well, if Granny does make apple fritters, I’d love to try one or two of them,” said Coral, as he polished off the third cinnamon roll.

__________

15 minutes after breakfast, the Apples were leading Coral on a tour of the farm.

When he had first seen it at dusk, the lack of proper lighting largely hid what the morning light was showing him: a farm at least 15 times the size of his own family’s!

The rolling hills seemed to never end, as trees rose and fell among the swells of the bountiful Earth.

Of course, among the scenery, Coral’s eyes kept darting back to Applebloom’s own ‘rolling swells.’

Her top looked quite snug on her body, and each step made her abundance wobble like jell-o.

“So, ready to see if yuh have what it takes to be Apple material?” Asked Applejack.

“Whuh-huh?” Said Coral, breaking from his stupor.

“You feelin’ alright Coral? You seem a bit…distracted.”

“Nonono, I’m fine. So, what should we do first?”

Starting with daily chores for Coral, was a walk in the park. It was clear that tending to the animals, let alone bailing hay, were easy tasks for him.

Eventually, Applejack, Big Mac, and Applebloom took Coral out to one of the orchards, and showed him how to applebuck.

It was odd for Coral to see the family get down on all-fours, then rear-up one or two legs, and give a swift blow to a tree.

However, when he saw the shower of apples that resulted from the kicks, he became a quick believer in the Sweet Apple Acres methodology.

When it was his turn to give it a try, Coral wound up with both legs, and let loose. However, giving it 120% of his all, resulted in a string of pain registering from his heels to his head…and only a few apples falling from the tree.

“Um, well, it was good for a first try,” said Applejack, as Coral crumpled to the ground.

“Yeah,” said Applebloom, coming over and extending her hand, “maybe you should try it agin, but with jus’ one leg.”

Coral looked up at Applebloom’s face, haloed in the sunlight like an angel, and took her hand.

His heels felt like they were swelling as he got to his feet, and moved to another tree. Getting down on all-fours again, he readied his right leg, and kicked!

__________

“Yuh don’t say,” came a voice out of the darkness.

“Eeyup,” came an even deeper one.

“Quiet, y’all,” ah think he’s stirrin."

Coral opened his eyes slowly, and found himself in the Apple’s living room, the family looking down at him.

“How yah feelin, Coral?” Asked Applebloom.

“Well I-AGH!” was his response, as he tried to move his right leg, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through it!

“Easy there,” said Applejack. “Yer gonna be a bit tender for a few days.”

“What…what happened?” Asked Coral, as AJ handed him a glass of water.

“Well, you wound up to give that tree a kick, and next thing we knew, you wuz howlin’ like Winona when she discovered that skunk’s den,” said Applejack. “Then, after thrashin like a bronco for a few seconds, yah just stopped movin.”

“Pain mustah made you pass out, dear,” said Granny Smith, as she brought a cloth filled with ice, and placed it on Coral’s right ankle.

“I’m sorry,” said Coral. “I know this looks bad, but in a few days, I can try again! Maybe, I just need to work into it gradually.”

“Well, um, about that Coral,” said Applejack, looking a little sheepish, “about you stayin’ on…I want to talk to you about that…in private.”

After a few minutes, only Coral and Applejack were in the living room, with the nearby clock’s ticking, the loudest sound of all.

“Now Coral,” said Applejack, “Ah know you’ve lived on a farm, and ah love the fact that you kin carry that on outside of yer family…however, Sweet Apple Acres is special, Coral, and…well, after today, ah thank we need somepony a bit…stronger.”

Coral could feel his heart drop into his stomach at those words.

“Please Applejack, this is nothing,” he said, trying to not let the throbbing in his leg make him wince. "This may look bad, but I know I can be of use to you, and your family.

“I’ll, I just haven’t applebucked before, you can understand that! I just need to practice, and, if I can do that, why I promise you, Big Mac, Granny Smith, and Applebloom, that I-”

“Coral,” said Applejack, interrupting his diatribe. “I thought long and hard about this while you were out. Ah’ve seen you try yer hardest, and ah know you ain’t a slouch…but ah just don’t think applebucking is in your future. Ah’m sorry.”

__________

A few hours later, Coral headed up to his bedroom, his right foot aching a bit less. Applejack said she would allow him time to heal, before he would need to leave.

The next few days found Coral lying around, with a towel-full of ice placed on his foot. However, even though he was stuck healing in a bed, the family would still check on him occasionally.

Big Mac’s visits were usually pretty quiet, while Granny Smith would regale him for hours on end about distant relations, and the history of the farm.

Of course, Coral quickly grew to appreciate Applebloom’s visits (though he would try to quickly hide his ‘excitement’).

“Ah know mah sis says yer not proper applebuckin’ material, but ah don’t think she’s bein’ fair,” said Applebloom, bouncing into his room a few days after his accident.

“I know,” said Coral, trying to focus on her eyes. “But, she is your sister and the head of the farm. I mean, if there’s one thing my Mother taught me, is to respect what others have to say.”

“And that’s it? Yer just gonna walk away? What are ya, Coral Leaf? Are you a colt, or a stallion?”

Coral was rather surprised at this outburst from Applejack. Though he hadn’t spent a whole lot of time with her, he was surprised how matter-of-fact she could be about some things.

Must be taking after her big sister, he smiled, thoughtfully.

“And whut’s got you so happy?” Asked Applebloom, as Coral realized she could see his expression.

“N-nothing,” said Coral, the smile quickly fading away. “I-I’m a stallion, of course. And, why are you so quick to believe I just need to keep trying?”

“Becuz, ah know a thing or two bout tryin,” said AB. “In fact, me and mah friends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, have been ‘tryin’ since we were fillies.”

“I don’t understand,” said Coral.

“Ah’ll show you what ah mean,” said Applebloom, looking a little nervous, “but, promise me yuh won’t tell Applebloom or even Big Mac whut I’m about to do.”

“Um, okay,” said Coral, feeling a bit nervous. “I promise.”

Quietly, Applebloom locked the door. A few moments later, Coral’s eyes widened as she began to take off her jean shorts.

“Wait-whuh, Applebloom, stop,” he said, growing nervous (the keyword being ‘growing!’). “Y-you don’t need to do that.”

“It’ll be quick, a promise,” she said, and with her shorts on the floor, she pulled down a corner of her pink panties, showing him her left flank.

The fact that she was standing in front of him, her shorts on the floor, revealing part of her golden-yellow fanny to him, was making Coral very uncomfortable. But what she was revealing to him, quickly made him realize what he was seeing.

“You, don’t have a cutie mark,” he said. “Yer this old, and…you don’t have one?”

“No,” said Applebloom, her eyes cast down on the floor, “and neither do mah friends. Matter of fact, that’s how we met: over findin’ out we were the same for not havin’ found our special talents.”

“And you’ve been looking for it since you’ve been a filly?” Asked Coral, trying not to stare.

“Yup,” replied AB, as she began putting her jeans back on. “Me and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders-”

“The who?”

“Oh, sorry, that’s what we call ourselves: The Cutie Mark Crusaders. Ah feel we’ve done near tried everthang to get our marks.”

“And you’re still trying?”

“That’s right, Coral. And ah think that’s whut you need to do: keep on tryin.”

“But you heard your sister,” said Coral, shifting slightly in his bed. “I blew my chance. And I’m healed enough, that I could leave tomorrow.”

“Well, you know what I think? I think we just need a little magical help in this case,” said Applebloom, looking out Coral’s window, towards the Everfree Forest. “Just so happens…ah know a Zebra.”

__________

The next day after breakfast, the Apples saw Coral off.

“Once again, I’m sorry it didn’t work out, Coral,” said Applejack, “but ah wouldn’t worry. Ah reckon there’s plenty of farms across Equestria that’d be right proud to have somepony with your skills.”

“Eeyup,” chimed in Big Mac.

“That’s the truth,” said Granny Smith, giving Coral’s muscular forearm a squeeze. “Right fine specimen such as yerself, you’ll prob’ly fine some cute lil’ filly to settle down with soon enough.”

“Thank you, Granny,” said Coral. “Thank you all. I, I wish it could have worked out. Really, I do.”

“Well, we better get goin,” said Applebloom.

“W-we?” Asked Coral.

“Yeah! Applejack said ah could walk you to the train station. Now come on. We don’t wanna miss the train, would we?”

Coral smiled sheepishly, and picked up his suitcase, as the other Apples waved him off. 12 minutes walk from the farm, the untamed wilderness of the Everfree Forest rose up on one side of them.

“Alright, turn in here,” said Applebloom, as the path to Ponyville forked right, and an unkempt path forked left into Everfree.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Asked Coral. “It doesn’t look safe.”

“Aw don’t sweat it, Coral,” said Applebloom. “Ah’ve visited Zecora many times. It’s an easy journey to get to her place.”

“Well, it, just looks a little dangerous.”

“Aw, is big strong Coral Leaf scared of the big bad forest?” Said Applebloom, jokingly.

“N-no,” he stammered. “I’m just being, cautious.”

“Well, ah think yer scared,” said Applebloom, sounding more like a taunting little filly than a grown pony.

“No, I’m not,” said Coral, getting a bit agitated at her taunts.

“Well, after you then, Coral.”

Taking a deep breath, Coral walked down the left path, with Applebloom following behind.

“So what does this, Zebra do?”

The two had been wandering the path for awhile, with the foliage growing denser, and more wild, the further on they trotted.

“Her name is Zecora,” said Applebloom. “She’s from the far south, and she knows magic, but, not the regular kind.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, the magic my teacher Twilight knows, is pony magic. Zecora’s is, a little different. And she knows a lot about these woods. Like-whoa, watch it!”

Coral was almost pulled off his feet as Applebloom grabbed his arm, and jerked him aside.

“What was that for?”

“Yah almost stepped into a patch of Poison Joke!”

“What now?”

“Those blue plants,” said Applebloom, pointing to a patch of a few dozen sprouted right in the center of the path. “They’re called Poison Joke. Heh, mah big sis and her friends got into some when they first met Zecora.”

“Oh?” Asked Coral, as he noted a big smile crease Applebloom’s face. “Care to share?”

“Well,” said Applebloom, as they walked around the patch, and continued on their way. "Ah followed Zecora, since mah sis and her friends were scared over nothin.’ They’d heard she was some kinda wicked enchantress, and nopony would talk to her.

"Well, ah thought ah’d do just that, and followed her. Boy, AJ done told me off for runnin’ away like ah did.

“Course they all walked through a huge patch a Poison Joke, and the next day, they all had strange things happen. Twilight’s horn was soft as a slug, Pinkie Pie’s tongue swelled up so she couldn’t talk right, and AJ…she was the size of a mouse!”

“Yeah, right,” smiled Coral, trying to imagine the Apple family patriarch at that size.

“Ah swear on a stack of Granny’s apple pies, she was. And she still thought she could boss me around, too!”

“Sounds like you’ve had a pretty adventurous life here in Ponyville,” said Coral.

“I guess so,” said AB. “I’ve rarely traveled very far from here, and it always seems when things get borin, excitement seems to-”

*AWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOO*

The long howl caused both to stop in their tracks.

“Wh-what was that?” asked Coral, his eyes wide.

“I-it sounded like a, timber-wolf,” said AJ, her eyes darting around.

“W-what’s a timber-wolf?”

“It’s a creature, m-made from branches, and leaves, and, and…has green, glowin’ eyes.”

“I’ve never seen one before,” said Coral, scanning the path in front of him.

“Well, yer about to,” came Applebloom’s trembling voice.

“Why?”

“Th-thar’s one behind us.”

Coral turned his head, and saw the glowing green eyes of a timber-wolf, its stick-body moving with the deadly grace of a cat. There was more rustling, and as they watched, 3 more emerged from the brush along the path.

“Come on!” Said Coral, yanking on Applebloom’s arm, breaking into a gallop!

The timber-wolves acted on the sudden movement, and gave chase.

Coral had no idea where he was going, just running as fast as he could, and keeping one hand on Applebloom.

“C-Coral,” came Applebloom’s breathless voice, “y-yer runnin’ too fast, and, I’m bouncin’ everwhere!”

He turned to see that indeed, her breasts were flying in all directions, as her body attempted to keep up.

Suddenly, AB screamed, and her hand slipped from Coral’s!

Turning around, he saw that her foot had snagged a gnarled tree root, and she was down, coughing from the cloud of dirt that had poofed up when she fell.

The timber-wolves had slowed, and were advancing on her, preparing to pounce.

“CORAL!! HELP!!!”

Her cry caused Coral’s mind to snap into action. Seeing a large tree branch nearby, he grabbed it, and raising it above his head, charged into the space between AB and the wolves.

“STAY BACK!!” Came his voice, which he was certain the wolves wouldn’t understand, but he needed to hear.

One of the wolves took a flying leap at him, and with a smashing blow, the branch crashed into the creature’s body, shattering it into splinters!

A second wolf charged at Coral, and with another heavy blow, it too disintegrated.

That just left the one, who seemed to back away apprehensively.

“Want to end up like your friends?” Threatened Coral. “GET!!”

The wolf growled low, but then, slunk back through some bushes, and soon, the forest was still again.

Turning back to Applebloom, he saw her rubbing her left ankle, which looked red and swollen.

“Are you alright?” He asked keeping the branch close by for protection.

“Ah, ah’ll be fine,” said Applebloom, looking at her ankle, before looking at Coral with a look of shock.

“Y-you just knocked apart two timber-wolves, with a stick.”

“Well, yeah,” said Coral. “They were going to eat you.”

“Y-you just knocked apart two timber-wolves, with a stick.”

“Yeah, you just said th-”

Before he could finish, Applebloom had embraced the shocked lad. He tried his best to ignore how big and soft her breasts were against his chest, and hoped that his stallionhood wouldn’t burst out of his overalls.

“Coral, do you know whut this means?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, ah think you can help out the Apples after all.”

__________

“It’s almost 2 o’clock, Granny. Where could that silly little filly be?”

Applejack had expected her sister to be back about 30 minutes after she and Coral had set off for the Ponyville Depot.

“Aw, maybe she ran into her friends,” said Granny, rocking slowly in her chair. “You know how gabby those girls’ gums can git when they’re together.”

“Yeah, ah know,” said AJ, looking up the path to town. “But what could they be talking about for several ho-oh my Celestia!”

Coming up the path, was Coral Leaf, with Applejack piggybacking on his back. The two had leaves and twigs in their hair, and it was clear to see dirt and mud caked on their clothing. A piece of Applebloom’s shirt had been torn off, and fashioned into a wrap around her swollen ankle.

__________

As dusk settled in, both Coral and Applebloom were cleaned up, and Applejack had properly wrapped her sister’s ankle.

Naturally, AJ wanted the whole truth about what had happened. Though Applebloom started out saying they had taken a wrong turn, Coral quickly spilled the beans on what had really happened.

“Ah can’t believe you would do somethin so foolish,” said Applejack to her little sister. “Ah gave you explicit instructions, and you almost got Coral killed.”

“But Applejack, you shoulda seen him,” said Applebloom, a look of excitement on her face. “He done picked up a heavy branch, and knocked apart two timber-wolves!”

“So?”

“Applejack, you know Timber-wolves ain’t pushovers. It takes a lot of power to make em fall apart. Ah think when it comes to Applebucking, Coral has that power, but just not in the way we Apples are used to.”

“Whut are you gettin’ at, young lady?” Asked AJ.

“I’m proposing we give Coral a second chance.”

“Applebloom, he done bucked twice the other day. That’s two chances right-”

“Alright alright alright, a third chance! Now, let him rest up, and tomorrow morning, let’s let him take another whack at those trees.”

“Oh…alright,” said Applejack, looking at Coral. “Seeing as how you saved my sister, I guess you’ve earned another try.”

__________

That evening, as he was preparing to go to sleep, there was a soft tap on Coral’s door.

“You awake Coral? It’s me…Applebloom.”

Coral tried to ignore the tingling in his lower extremities, as he made his way to the door, and opened it a crack.

“Hi.”

“Howdy…may I come in for a bit?”

“Sure, but you’re sure Applejack won’t mind?”

“No. Ah passed by her room, and she’s snoring loud n’ plenty.”

Coral watched as Applebloom entered, clad in pink pajamas, with little apples patterned across the top and bottom.

“Guess you folks sure do like your apples.”

“My friend Sweetie Belle’s sister Rarity made em for me.”

“It’s cute. Gives you a real down-home look.”

She smiled coyly, and slowly walked toward him.

“Are you tryin’ ta be smart with me, Coral Leaf?”

“Um, uh, no,” he said as she got closer, her breasts gaining more ground by the centimeter, as the gap closed between them.

“Are you shore? You look like yer startin’ to sweat more than a pig in a mud puddle.”

“P-p-pigs don’t sweat,” said Coral, as he felt her chest squish against his. “They, don’t have sweat glands.”

“Oh, really?” She cooed, her face moving towards his.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s the honest-to-Celestia truth,” he said, closing his eyes.

*Smack*

Suddenly, he felt a soft pressure on his right cheek, and slowly, the weight of Applebloom’s chest receded. Opening his eyes, he saw her standing quietly in front of him, her arms behind her back.

“That was to thank you, fer savin’ me this afternoon.”

Coral was finding himself having trouble breathing, and comprehending what had just happened.

“What’s wrong? Yuh swallow yer tongue or somethin?”

“N-n-no,” said Coral, finding his voice. “It’s just, well…if I tell, you promise not to tell anyone else?”

“Cross may heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. If mah lips may move to soon, may AJ send me to the moon.”

“Uh, what was that?”

“It means, ah won’t tell.”

“Ok. It’s just that…that’s the first time I’ve been kissed by a girl.”

“Really?” Asked Applebloom. “Wut about yer Mother?”

“Mothers don’t count,” he replied, a joking smile on his face.

“Ah guess not, but ah wanted to give you a nice reward for bein’ so brave. I thought about maybe havin’ Granny make you a pie, but ah figure soon enough you’ll be stuffed full of our family’s fixins.”

“If I make a good impression this time.”

“You’ll do fine,” said AB, crossing to the door, wit Coral close behind her. “Ah better git to bed, so we can see what you can do tomorrow. Oh, and Coral?”

“Yes?”

*Smack*

“For luck.”

The last thing Coral remembered, was rubbing his left cheek, as Applebloom smiled, closing the door behind her.

__________

“Well, let’s get this over with.”

Applejack had assumed her more serious demeanor, as she, Big Mac, Applebloom, and Coral, made their way out into the south orchard.

“Wish we would have cleaned up a bit after the last rain,” said Applejack. “Look at all these loose branches.”

“Yeah,” said Applebloom, in a slightly mock-tone, “so ma-ny bran-ches. Co-ral, do you see a-ny, big ones?”

“Yeah, there’s quite a few,” he replied.

“Any that you think might make fer, a good swingin’ stick?”

Coral looked around, his feet making crunching sounds on the wood, before he found a rather sturdy branch, maybe 2 ft long, and about 9 inches in diameter.

A little bigger than mine, he thought to himself.

“Wow, that sure looks nice,” said Applebloom. “Coral, why don’t you shake off some of the branches? Try knocking them loose, on that tree over there.”

Coral obeyed Applebloom, and went to the nearest tree. Taking a big swing, he slammed it against the trunk. The tree seemed to shake and vibrate, before suddenly, a small storm of apples rained down on the ground.

A few had hit him on the head, but he was still standing.

“You feel alright?” Asked Applebloom, coming over to Coral.

“Yeah, I feel fine,” he said, flexing his arms.

“Yuh don’t hurt nowhere?”

“Just my head from a few apples.”

“And yer feet aren’t achin?”

“Nope.”

Applebloom turned to her sister and Brother, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Family, ah think we’ve found our new farm hand.”

__________

A few more apple tree tests that morning, and Coral’s strength was confirmed. While he may not have had the lower-body strength of an Apple, his upper-body strength more than made up for it.

By that afternoon, he and the Apples had begun their harvest, and by that evening, the dinner table was a scene of much talk and happiness.

At one point, Applejack raised her glass, and the others took notice.

“Apples,” she beamed happily, "Today, we began harvesting the largest crop of apples in our family’s history. And, we have now welcomed a new stallion into our lives: Coral Leaf.

"Coral, when ah first met you, ah didn’t know what to expect…and I should have kept my expectations more open.

"While we here on Sweet Apple Acres do things a certain way, Applebloom reminded me that sometimes, they can still be achieved in other ways.

“To you Coral Leaf, our new farmhand, and friend to the Apple Family.”

__________

Later on that evening, there was another light knock at Coral’s door. Opening it, he found Applebloom, her chest squished against the door.

“Got time for a quickie before bed?”

“A-a what?”

“Just a little talk.”

After letting her in, Coral was surprised when he found himself being embraced hard, by Applebloom.

“Congratluations,” she said. “Ah told you ma sister would come around.”

“Yeah, you sure did,” said Coral. “Though your acting skills could use a little work.”

Applebloom responded with a glum look, and flicked his muzzle.

“Well, ah’m still learnin, Coral Leaf,” she said, matter-of-factly. “And so are you. Given yer manners and all, I take it things were pretty quiet back where you came from.”

“Yeah,” said Coral. “It was.”

“Well, you’re in Ponyville now,” said AB. “And by the sounds of Applejack at dinner, yer gonna be here for awhile. And if ah know my hometown, it’ll change you like it’s changed so many other ponies.”

“I wonder how it’ll change me,” Coral wondered aloud.

You’ll just have to wait and see,“ said Applebloom. ”Well, ah better git to bed. Good night, Coral Leaf."

“Good night, Applebloom,” said Coral, before being shocked as she gave him another hug, her twin globes once again pressing between them.

After she had gone, Coral lay in bed, imagining Applebloom in the room next door, sleeping on her back, as her covers rose up over her enhanced body.

Ponyville changes you, he wondered to himself. I wonder how it’ll change me?

As he drifted off to sleep, a thick bulge began to form around his crotch.

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Author's Note

And there it is: the first ever FimFiction or fanfiction in any form I've published anywhere.

I welcome any comments/critiques in regards to the story, and hope to have the next chapter up soon.

I will admit that I was surprised when the first draft clocked in at 7,500 words, and revisions didn't put much of a dent in it. It has set an unwritten word-count precedent for several of the other chapters I've worked on, and will be working on.

I'm also sure some looked at the tags on this, and are wondering, "where's 'the good stuff?" Well, I'm one of those people that doesn't like to just blow everything right at the start. Stick around for the ride, and all will be revealed (hint hint, wink wink).

The main purpose is to tell an engaging romance story, so that you believe the characters, and what they are going through. Making people actually care about the characters, is something I am a real stickler about (I did a 56-page comic on DeviantArt, and it was structured in the same way: story first, fetishes second).

Once again, thanks to Coral Leaf, whose commissioned art inspired the gears in my head to start turning on this story, as well as allowing me to use his O.C. for the story.

Chapter 10

"And just what brings you two out here?"

Applejack had been in the process of dismantling the family's cider stand, when two familiar faces greeted her: Flim, and Flam (aka, The Flim-Flam Brothers).

"I say, Ms Applejack," replied Flim. "It's been some time since we last attempted to do business with your family. Has it really been that hard to forgive and forget?"

"When it comes to you two, ah make it a point to never forget," murmured Applejack, ducking back down behind the stand.

"It pains me deeply that we left such a bad impression on you," chimed in Flam. "However, we have heard of a family predicamen, that my brother and I think we might be able to help you with."

"If it has to do with our cider, you can just mosey on back to whatever hole you two slithered out of."

"Actually, it's in regards to your sister, Applebloom."

Hearing her sister's name, caused AJ to peek up over the counter.

"...what about Applebloom?"

"Word round Ponyville is that she has grown in quite an exuberant fashion," said Flim. "I daresay she may very well be living up to her name-"

"Heyheyheyhey," said Applejack, slamming her hands on the stand's counter. "That's mah lil' sister you're talking about!"

"Alright alright, I didn't mean anything by it," said Flim. "We just heard that she may be a bit...inconvenienced, due to some, recent events."

"And from what we understand, it sounds like the young thing could use a helping hand," smiled Flam.

"You two can just keep yer hands to yerselves, y'hear?" said AJ, pulling the brim of her stetson down, in an intimidating fashion.

"I can see you think we intend to harm your family in some way, but believe me, it is the furthest thing from the truth," said Flim, pulling out a small wooden case. Opening it, Applejack saw 6 glass bottles, filled with white liquid.

"Here," said Flam, opening the cap on one, and handing it to AJ. "Take a drink. You have my word it's completely fine."

Applejack looked apprehensively at the two, gave the bottle a sniff, and then took a sip.

"...s'not bad," she muttered, taking another sip.

"It's from our new business venture," said Flim, proudly. "My brother and I decided to branch out into the milking business. We adapted the technology from our Super-Speedy Cider-Squeezy 9000, and decided to take our services on the road."

"Oh, really?" asked Applejack. "And where's yer, milkin' machine, if I may ask?"

"Well, while we would love to show it to you, let alone demonstrate it's remarkable features on your dear family member, we realize there might be some...complications, with our equipment."

"Such as?" asked Applejack, the tone of suspicion returning to her voice.

"Well, if word in Ponyville is to be believed, the tubes we use for our milking process, may not adequately fit your sister."

"So, what is it you two are proposing?"

"Simply this, Ms Applejack," replied Flam. "If you will let us examine your sister, and see what we have to work with, why I reckon we could have the milk-tubing ready to go by tomorrow afternoon, and, give you and your family a proper demonstration."

"We know you have no reason to trust us," said Flim, "but from what some have said in Ponyville, we just figured maybe we could help return your little sister, to normal."

It was almost as if Flim had found the magic word, as the suspicious look on Applejack's face seemed to soften (though only slightly).

"Alright," said Applejack. "But you two better not pull any funny stuff. This is mah lil' sister we're talkin' about, and I got enough troubles dealing with another stallion at the moment."

"We are but your humble servants," bowed Flim, with Flam following suit.

Applejack just rolled her eyes, and motioned for the two of them to follow her up to the farm house.

__________

"What're they doin' here!?" asked Applebloom, as Applejack opened the barn doors, revealing herself, and the Flim-Flams.

"Dear me Flim, she's even larger than I imagined," gasped Flam.

"Indeed Flam," replied Flim. "There is simply no way our largest milk-tubes would be able to fit!"

"Milk-tubes?" asked Applebloom. "Applejack, whut are they talkin' about?"

"Hush, Applebloom," replied Applejack. "We just need to get a few things, and they'll leave."

"Now, I'm under the impression that we're not to lay hands upon your sister, am I right?" asked Flam.

"Eeyup," nodded Applejack.

"Very well. We'll just carefully take measurements of her 'important areas,' and I give you my word, neither of our hands will touch her."

Even with those words, Applejack still watched over the two brothers like a hawk. However, they did just as Flam promised! The two got as close as they could with measuring tapes, and jotted down the calculations in a small notebook.

"Well, that's all we need," said Flim, after a speedy 10 minutes. "Thank you, Apples. We'll take these notes back to our place, and return tomorrow with the proper equipment for a demonstration."

"What demonstration? What're they gonna do to me, Applejack?" asked Applebloom nervously, as the two stallions doffed their straw hats, and walked out the barn door.

"Applebloom," said AJ, walking over to her sister, "ah may not like it, but the Flim-Flam Brothers may just be able to help us outta this pickle we're in."

__________

"Have you lost yer apple-pickin' mind!?" screeched Granny Smith.

"Eeyup," said Big Mac, his green eyes narrowed into slits at Applejack.

After discussing things with Applebloom (and getting a very loud and negative response), Applejack had decided to speak with the rest of her family, and it seemed noone was willing to go along with what the Flim-Flams had proposed.

"Look, ah don't particularly like workin' with those two, but so far, they've got the only solution that I think can help Applebloom."

"The other day you wouldn't let Coral or her friends milk her," hissed Granny. "How is it suddenly right for them two to do it?"

"They got a machine, Granny. They claimed they've used it on other cows, and it's a very lucrative business for them."

"And didja see this here machine?"

"Well, no, but they're bringing it tomorrow, along with some proper-sized tubes to, milk Applebloom."

"Well ah think what yer proposin,' is makin' a big deal outta nothin."

"Nothin? Nothin!? Granny Smith your granddaughter is standin' out in a barn unable to move around! D'you honestly think she wants to spend the rest of her life like that?"

"Well, have yah asked her if maybe she does?"

"Whut-ah-Granny Smith are you goin' senile on me?"

"If'n anyone's goin' senile round here, it's you," retorted Granny Smith.

The argument went on for a few more minutes, before Applejack just up and stormed out of the house, unable to make either of her family members agree with her.

As she disappeared down the hill to the cider stand, a familiar pair of eyes watched her.

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Coral had left the farm house, when Applejack had called the family for a meeting in the kitchen. While he had considered sitting in, he figured AJ might frown on it, and gone outside.

However, he hadn't gone far when he had heard Granny Smith's voice screech in exclamation, and ducked down by an open window, listening in as long as he could. He hugged his enormous cock against the ground, as he heard AJ talk about the deal she had made with the Flim-Flams.

He crouched closer to his penis as their voices rose, before there was the slam of a door, and Applejack stormed out of the house!

Coral stayed quiet, hiding under the shade of a nearby apple tree, just in case Applejack happened to look back. Fortunately for him, she didn't.

Once she was out of sight, Coral snuck over to the barn. He felt he was pushing it, but given what he had heard, he decided to check on Applebloom.

Quietly opening the door, he heard her voice: "Who is that? Who's there?"

"It's me, honey," he replied.

"Coral? Oh, thank Celestia. Ah thought maybe it was those Flim-Flam brothers."

"You mean those two stallions your Granny mentioned from a long time ago?"

"Uh-huh. Applejack said they wanted to take measurements for some sort of milking machine."

Did they touch you, or hurt you in any way?"

"No, just said they'd be back tomorrow. Ah don't know what they got planned for me, but ah don't want any part in it!"

"Neither does Granny Smith by the sounds of it," replied Coral. "She and your sister got into a shouting match inside the house."

"Oh no. Did, did you get caught in it?"

"Nope. I was outside the window eavesdropping. I heard the whole thing, but didn't want to say anything. Remember? I still have one more strike against me."

"Of course," said Applebloom, giving a huff, and rolling her eyes. "I've never seen mah sister take all the guts outta a stallion before."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" asked Coral, not appreciating the tone in her voice.

"Only that it'd make you more of a real stallion if ya just spoke up and said somethin. Ah'm yer girlfriend, fer Celestia's sake!"

"Yes, but then Applejack may just choose to kick me out if I gave my opinion. I have to choose my battles if I want to see that zap apple harvest."

"A lotta good it'll do you to hang around. You won't even give me a kiss! Ah may just as well be a statue!"

"I wish you wouldn't blame me for this, Applebloom. I'm trying to be the responsible one-"

"Yeah, responsible? Responsible for that ridiculous thing sticking up at me and me being stuck with these milkbags!"

"Hey, I did not intend for this to happen!"

"Oh like Tartarus you didn't you lying sack of-"

"Hey! knock it off!"

The voice startled the two into silence, as they saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo approaching the open barn doors.

"We could hear you two halfway down the path," said Scootaloo. "What is this, some kind of lover's quarrel?"

"Not exactly," said Coral.

"Well whatever's going on, this isn't helping," said Sweetie, coming between the two. "Now, what's got you two yelling in each other's faces? I've never seen you two this upset!"

__________

Pretty soon, the two fillies were caught up on the latest news that was upsetting the Apple family.

Naturally, Sweetie and Scootaloo were just as upset, and wondered just why Applejack would consort with the Flim-Flams.

"I have an idea why," said Coral. "I think Applejack thinks they can make Applebloom's chest smaller again."

"Well, it was never really that small to begin with," chimed in Scootaloo.

"Scootaloo, hush," shushed Sweetie, elbowing her friend.

"Ah don't get it," pondered Applebloom. "She wouldn't let Coral or you girls milk me, why would she let them?"

"Remember how they mentioned using a machine?" asked Coral.

"Uh-huh?"

"I think that's the reason why. Applejack just doesn't want anyone touching you...there."

"Well that's just plain ridiculous!" exclaimed Applebloom. "What's the big deal bout you three touchin' me...there? I've touched mahself there plenty of times...well, ah used to be able to."

"Used to be able to what?"

The voice caught the four off-guard, as Applejack appeared at the barn door.

"Used to be able to think that you wouldn't make some sort of deal with the Flim-Flam brothers ever again," said Scootaloo, who seemed to be speaking what Coral and Applebloom were both thinking.

"Can't everypony just stop making a big deal outta nothing?" sighed Applejack. "Ah don't even know if I'm gonna make a deal with them! They just want to try out their machine on Applebloom-"

"Ah toldja before, I don't want them tryin' out nothin' on me!" yelled Applebloom.

"Yeah," chimed in Sweetie Belle. "Why don't you listen to Applebl-"

"This is my decision, and that's final!" shouted Applejack.

"Applejack," interjected Coral. "Me and the girls, we only want what's best for Ap-"

"Coral, shush!" said AJ, silencing him instantly. "You two, get him out of here. Ah need to have a conversation with mah sister."

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"What does she think we are, kids again?" asked Sweetie, as they walked a ways down from the barn.

"I know she can be stubborn, but this whole thing feels ridiculous!" said Scootaloo.

"It just makes me so upset that she's not even listening to Applebloom," said Coral, balling up his hands into fists. "I mean, it's her body. She's an adult!"

"Well, it's gonna sound crazy, but...maybe we could help you two run away," suggested Sweetie.

"What!?"

"Hide her someplace until the Flim-Flams leave."

"Sweetie Belle, three-quarters of her body weight is in her chest! You know how hard it was to heft up one of her breasts when I showed you two how to milk her? Plus, we can't just hide her. Even if she tried to drag her breasts, they'd leave a trail in the dirt, and she couldn't get very far without somepony on this farm seeing her."

"So, what? We just let them do whatever to our best friend?" asked Scootaloo.

"Our hands are tied," said Coral, sadly. "We can only hope that maybe Applejack will come to her senses before tomorrow."

__________

As evening settled in, the girls headed home, Coral joined Granny Smith and Big Mac in the kitchen, and Applejack returned from the barn, joining the rest of the family at the table.

Much like the night before, there was an uneasy silence as the family ate.

Nary an eye looked up from their plate, as only the tinkling of silverware was heard, before Applejack's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Ah know you're all thinkin' it: 'Applejack's done lost her mind acceptin' an offer from the Flim-Flam brothers.' Well you can think it all you want but my mind's made up. I'm gonna see what they have to offer tomorrow regardin' fixing up Applebloom, and that's all there is to it."

Coral tried to continue eating, but found his appetite gone. Excusing himself, he set his plate and glass next to the sink, and carefully made his way upstairs.

It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, but already he was done for the day.

__________

The next day before noon, the sound of clockwork mechanisms and steam pistons were heard, as a large contraption made it's way up the path from Ponyville, to the Apple's farm.

The machine ground to a halt in front of the farm house, with a loud hiss of steam almost obscuring it for a few seconds.

"Hullo, fair Apples," called out Flim. "The Flim-Flam Brothers have arrived to aid you, in your hour of need!"

The family, along with Coral, emerged to see what had pulled into the farmyard.

The four-wheeled contraption had two large rear wheels, and two small front ones, covered over by long, metal fenders.

Two golden lanterns hung from the front of the machine, in front of a cloth-covered steering wheel, and two plush chairs. Behind the chairs, was a large wooden crate, anchored down by stout cables to the contraption.

Near the rear, four wooden barrels were held in place by thick black straps. In the center of the barrels, was a golden cylinder, punctuated with a number of rivets. Protruding out near it's top, were four golden spouts, each one leading into the maw of one of the open barrels. Above the cylinder, was a glass sphere, big enough to hold a stallion the size of Big Mac!

On the rear of the contraption, was a metal box. Each side of the box contained a series of buttons and dials, though on the top, was a large wheel. Around it's perimeter, were raised numbers, from 1 through 10.

At the very rear of the metal box, eight rubber hoses were wrapped in individual coils. From the ends of the hoses, a golden spigot could be seen.

"Apples," said the brothers in true showmanship quality, "we present to you, The Bradley Bucker Udder-Sucker 3000!"

"It looks a might like yer cider-squeezy contraption," chimed in Applejack.

"We used our most famous invention, as the basis of our udder-sucker," replied Flim, proudly. "It's basic chassis and overall design, made it easier to attach our next big idea to!"

"And you say you've used this on cows before?" asked Coral.

"Why yes that's-whoa, nelly!" gasped Flam, seeing Coral's well-wrapped 'package.' "Are you kids in Ponyville going through some kind of seasonal growth spurt?"

"No, I'm just a special case," replied Coral, looking at the two brothers with slight disgust. "So's Applebloom."

"Hush up, Coral," whispered Applejack, before introducing him to the two brothers. "This here's our farmhand, Coral Leaf. He's just gonna be hangin' around for a few more weeks, and then he's gonna be on his way."

Coral shook their hands, but his expression didn't change.

"Well, now that formalities are out of the way," smiled Flim. "What say we attend to your big little Apple?"

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"No, no, a thousand times no!"

Applebloom protested as loud as she could, and even Granny Smith suggested they listen to Applebloom.

"Will you ponies just give it a rest?" said Applejack. "These two just said it was to show what their machine can do! What's the harm in trying?"

The two brothers had pried open the large wooden crate on the machine, revealing it's contents: two belljar-sized glass tubes. Each brother lifted one from it's straw-filled container, and then carefully, attached each to one of the hoses on the back of the contraption.

Once this task was completed, Flim flipped a switch labeled "suction," and air hissed from the tubes, as the two brothers placed them over the girl's areola. They securely encased the darkened nipples with a loud *ffhhhtwup,* causing Applebloom to gasp at the sensation!

"Please keep in mind that we have the suction on these set at a minor level, just so we can achieve sealed contact to her bosom," explained Flam. "Now, we'll start the milking process. Take it away, Brother Flim!"

Flim turned the large wheel atop the rear box. The raised numbers lit up as he turned, with the wheel's indicator finally stopping at the number 7. Once it was in place a steady *bah-thwump* sound emanated from the golden cylinder, and the hoses twitched in spastic motions.

The suction process caused Applebloom's bosoms to quiver, as her nipples were squashed and stretched in the clear tubes!

"Unghn! Ah! AGH!!" she cried from the other side.

"Stop this right now, yer hurtin' her!" cried Granny Smith.

"Easy Granny Smith," assured Flam. "She's not being hurt, she's just reacting to the sensation of the machine on her sensitive areas. Besides, look how well the machine is working!"

The group (including Coral), saw white fluid collecting in the tubes, and soon, spouting up into the white glass sphere attached to the machine.

After some time, enough had collected to fill the sphere to capacity, and Flim rotated the suction lever, down to the number 0. Milk stopped flowing out of the girl's nubs, and her breathing was slightly labored.

"I think barrel number 1 should do it, Flim," replied Flam.

"As you wish," replied Flim, and pressed a metal button labeled, "#1."

As the group watched, the milk emptied through one of the golden faucets, into a barrel, where it filled up almost all the way to the top.

"Mares and Gentlecolts, the demonstration is complete," replied Flim, proudly.

"You want to remove the tubes from Applebloom?" asked Coral, his expression not having changed through the whole process.

"Oh, absolutely, Mister Leaf," said Flim, and as they watched, Flam 'popped' the tubes off of the girl's nipples.

The darkened nubs stood perfectly erect from the heavy suction, and some spillage was noticeable, dribbling down the curvature of AB's personal milk tanks.

"That happens to all of our clients," replied Flam, putting the tubes and coils back in place. "Don't worry, she'll dry up in a bit. So, anyone want to sample Ms Bloom's wares?"

"No thank you," replied Applejack, sternly. "There'll be no drinkin' mah sister's milk, by anypony."

"They, they hurt," whimpered Applebloom. "Applejack, mah nipples."

"They're simply a little tender, Ms Bloom," replied Flam. " please bear in mind that you're still new to the process. But not to worry, this is perfectly normal."

"Normal?" asked Coral.

"Yes, my young fellow, smiled Flam. "You see, our young filly here is not used to the suction on our machine, and as such, it may have seemed a bit rough, to which we apologize sincerely. I assure you fine folks, we meant no harm in our demonstration."

"If that was the case, shouldn't you have set the suction at a lower setting?" Continued Coral. "Seems you could have set it at a '3' or a '4.'

"I see by your questions you are concerned for Ms Bloom's welfare," continued Flam. "Keep in mind that when it comes to milking, those that are new to being milked, require a little more suction, as the body has not grown accustomed to expelling so much milk."

She expelled plenty a few days ago without help, thought Coral, as Flam continued his diatribe.

"I assure you all, once we have her on our machine on a regular basis, she'll expel more milk without the higher levels of suction, and, you'll notice a marked decrease in the size of her bosom."

"And how do you know that's what'll happen?" asked Coral, his voice rising a bit. "You've used this machine on cows I take it, but it seems this is the first time you've used it on a milkmare."

"A milkmare?" smirked Flim. "My dear boy, what a strange term!"

"It's not strange, I've heard it before-"

"Coral, that's enough!" shouted Applejack.

"Applejack, they have no idea what they're doing with your sister-"

"Coral, go. Now!"

"But-"

"NOW, or so help me, you're off the farm for good!"

__________

Coral stormed out of the barn, and plunked himself down under an apple tree near the farmhouse. It was far enough away that he could see the Apples and the Flim-Flams through the open door.

As he watched, the two brothers were pointing out things to AJ and Big Mac on their machine. Over the curve of Applebloom's left breast, he could see the top of Granny's white hair, and a light green hand, stroking her red hair.

I wish I could hug you and make you feel better, he thought, imagining how his special somepony must be feeling after the 'demonstration.'

"Taking a little nap, Coral?"

At the sound of the familiar voice, he turned to see Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, peering down at him.

"Nope," he replied. "I'm in 'time out' for being concerned about Applebloom."

"For what?" asked Scootaloo.

"For inquiring about that milking machine those two brothers have. They got a barrel of milk out of Applebloom, but she was in tears after it all."

"Tears? What happened to her?"

"They set the suction on her nipples pretty high. I tried to make sense of their methods, but AJ threatened to strike me off the farm."

"Is she still going on about that?" asked Sweetie. "Can't she just let it go?"

"Guess not," said Coral, watching the brothers still talking to AJ and Big Mac. "I can only imagine what kind of story those two are spinning to her about that torture device."

"Well, it's not much to take your mind off things, but maybe you should come into town with us," suggested Sweetie. "Rarity finished your clothing this morning, and we came by to tell ya!"

"Really?" he said, perking up a bit. "I hate to walk away with those two still yakking away, but, I will admit I'm getting a bit tired of this loincloth...though I hope you don't mind walking through Ponyville with a huge stud like me."

"Sounds like someone's getting his second wind," smirked Scootaloo.

__________

After the girls took a few minutes to go over and chat with Applebloom (who told them her pain was slowly subsiding), they escorted Coral off to town.

Needless to say, his wrapped cock and balls caught the attention of quite a few ponies and stallions, as they walked through town. Coral saw a few whispering in little groups, but kept trying to focus on getting to Rarity's, before two familiar voices assaulted his senses.

"Good gracious Di, looks like the Apple's farmhand has a major infection!"

"You can say that again, Silver Spoon. Looks like he can't even fit into a normal set of pants!"

Coral's face twitched as he heard the two chortle behind them.

"Ignore them, Coral," whispered Scootaloo.

"Yeah, we're almost to Rarity's" said Sweetie.

"Hey Coral, how's Appleboobs?" came Diamond Tiara's voice, loud enough to make some nearby ponies notice. "Heard she's a regular tit-freak, stuck in the Apple's barn for the rest of her life!"

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were almost knocked to the ground as Coral suddenly whirled around, and advanced on Diamond and Silver!

"You think you're so smart? You think you know anything about what's going on!?" he shouted at them, his 4-ft cock leading in front of him, causing the two fillies to fearfully back away. "You two miserable little nobodies have no purpose in life but to make others feel miserable! I have no idea why your parents even decided to have you two-"

"Coral, stop!" cried Sweetie Belle, grabbing his right arm.

"Please Coral, they're not worth it!" added Scootaloo, grabbing at his other arm.

The two seemed to break him out of his 'trance,' and Coral slowly turned around, with both Sweetie and Scootaloo keeping a firm grip on his arms.

"You two blank-flanks shouldn't be touching him like that," they heard Diamond call after them. "He'll infect you like he did big ol' Appleboobs!"

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At Rarity's, the resident fashionista was at first happy to see Coral, but upon noticing the expression on his face as well as the girls, she ushered them into her showroom, and went off to fetch some tea.

After a little while, she managed to coax out of them what was going on.

"Oh my," she said, giving Coral's shoulder a rub. "I had no idea things had gotten this bad, darling. I know Applejack can be stubborn, but it sounds like she may be going a little too far, even for her!"

"And that's what makes it so frustrating," sighed Coral, sipping his tea. "I keep trying to give her advice, but she doesn't want to hear anything from me. I swear, half the time I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing and she'll kick me off the farm."

"Well, not in that loincloth she won't," said Rarity, trying to make a joke...only to get no chortles from her audience. "Ahem, well, enough chit-chat. It's time we get you covered up like a proper stallion!"

Like before, Rarity was a whiz when it came to size-related clothing challenges.

For underthings, Rarity had gone a step beyond her previous creations. She had used the same stretchy material as before, but had considerably expanded the front 'cup' area of the briefs.

It looked comical when it wasn't filled, but once Coral tried on a pair, his stallionhood and scrotum filled it almost to capacity! Fortunately, the material still managed to feel comfortable, even at his enlarged size.

Next, it was on to the jeans.

Like the briefs, Rarity had just made some adjustments to the necessary areas, and they fit like a glove. Of course, given how big he was, it almost looked like Coral was smuggling a colt in his pants!

The fact that he could ditch the loincloth improved Coral's mood, and he gave Rarity a rather 'big' hug as part of his thanks to her (naturally, Sweetie took notice of her sister's excited face, and gave her a playful finger wag, outside of Coral's field-of-vision).

Rarity had made Coral 3 pairs of jeans and 5 pairs of briefs, all of which she placed in a special boutique bag, along with his folded loincloth sheets.

"Hopefully, you're done growing for awhile, Coral," she smiled.

"Me too," he sighed. "I assume you'll be starting on Applebloom's stuff next?"

"Oh, I'm already done with her underthings. I'm about to get started on her jeans and shorts very soon. Do tell her that I haven't forgotten her."

"If I can get close enough, I will."

__________

Coral and the girls then headed back to the farm. Going through town, there weren't quite as many stares as before, but still, Coral could see that his denim-clad bulge was still attracting a little attention here-and-there. Fortunately, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were nowhere to be found.

As the trio approached the farm house, they noticed the Flim-Flam's vehicle had disappeared.

"Glad they're gone," said Coral, breathing a sigh of relief.

As they passed by the barn, the three noticed Big Mac exiting out of it.

"Hey Big Mac," smiled Coral. "Looks like those Flim-Flams took off."

"Eeyup," replied Big Mac.

"Guess Applejack told them where to get off."

"Nope."

"Whu-huh? Did you say nope?"

"Eeyup."

__________

The fitting at Rarity's was quickly forgotten, as Coral went into the house, where he found Applejack in the kitchen.

At first, AJ didn't want to tell Coral anything, but Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo demanded answers, given Applebloom was their best friend.

And so, it all came tumbling out.

The two brothers had taken a down payment from Applejack, who would rent out their contraption and services on a monthly basis, until Applebloom was milked back to normal.

She had also paid out the first month, and an extra fee for the brothers to dispose of any milk they collected from Applebloom.

"Ah know you wanna say I'm wrong, but I don't wanna hear it," said Applejack, as Coral's face looked accusingly at her. "Stop lookin' at me like that, Coral Leaf. I'm as concerned for my lil' sister as I know you are. Look, they assured me the tenderness Applebloom felt will subside after a few more milkings."

"Did they say how many it'd take to get her back to normal?" He asked.

"They claimed it might take a few months, but did say it can vary based on the subject."

"Uh-huh. Did they have any success stories to tell you about? Any cows they milked dry and never gave ag-"

"We're talkin' bout my sister, not a cow. She's special."

"Yes she is, and you're making things-"

"Coral!" said Applejack, rubbing her temples. "They're gonna fix Applebloom, end of discussion."

Coral said no more. Just gave a sigh, and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To talk to Applebloom."

"Remember-"

"I know! I have Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to make sure I behave myself. Come on, girls."

__________

Starting the next day, the Flim-Flams began rolling up to the Apple's farm on a daily basis.

Between the hours of 11am and 2pm, they would usually hook their machine up to Applebloom's tits for a few hours.

Coral wouldn't go far, often skulking around the farmyard, keeping his distance from the barn.

He could hear Applebloom moaning, but not in a pleasurable way, as the pumps extracted her milk.

Some days, the brothers would leave with only one full barrel. Other days, maybe 2, but there never came a day when they filled more than 3.

Just as they had promised, the brothers took the barreled milk away at the end of each session. When Coral inquired what they did with the milk, Flam explained that they dumped the contents in a stream near their home.

"Out of sight, out of mind," smiled the brother...a smile that didn't fill Coral with any self-assurance.

A few times, he saw the brothers seeming to push against Applebloom's breasts, and after seeing this two days in a row, he reported these actions to Applejack.

"There was no harmful intent to our applying pressure to your sister's bosom," Flim assured Applejack. "Sometimes a slight, undulating motion is required to help the flow of milk through the proper channels."

Applejack just cautioned the two to be more careful, but little was done regarding Coral's concerns. It was like a living nightmare for him, being unable to help his beloved, or have a say in his concerns, as he'd hear her sobbing during the sessions.

Soon, with nothing else to do, and trying to clear his head of his anxious thoughts, he took to just wandering through the orchards with his old whacking stick.

Though the trees had been picked clean, he found himself taking strong whacks at their trunks, as a way to work through his feelings about the current situation.

Even the dinners were getting stifling. Coral oftentimes felt like he had nothing to say, and after a few days, took to eating his meals alone in his room.

It was as if the family he felt he had once felt like a part of, was slowly breaking apart.

__________

A week after the milking began, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo came to the farm with the news, that Rarity had finished Applebloom's underthings, shorts, and jeans!

The Flim-Flam brothers were prepping Applebloom for another milking, when Coral left with the girls.

Given that AB wasn't there to try her creations on, Rarity had already bundled up the items when the trio arrived, and handed them over to Coral, in several of her boutique's bags.

"I wish I could see if she likes them," said Rarity.

"Well, after she's recovered from being milked, we can have her try them on," offered Coral. "Sweetie can give you the lowdown when she and Scoots come back to town."

"Sure can," smiled Sweetie.

"Well, alright," smiled Rarity, as the three took their leave.

"Sure hope Applebloom likes these," said Scootaloo, swinging one of the boutique bags in her hand.

"Of course she will," replied Sweetie. "If my sister can make Coral's stuff be just as comfortable, she can do the same for Applebloom's hips, right Coral?"

"Um, right," he said, staring off into space.

"Hmm, think somepony's thinkin' bout that sweet big Applebooty," smirked Sweetie, nudging him playfully.

"No, not, really."

"Well...what is it then?" asked Scootaloo, her swinging slowing down as the girls looked at Coral's face.

"Well, to tell the truth, I, I'm just trying not to think right now about what those two may be doing to Applebloom."

"You know," said Scootaloo, giving his shoulder a rub. "We're just as worried about her as you are."

"I know," he nodded. "You two have known her longer than I have. Sometimes, I wonder what it would have been like to know her, and you two as a colt."

"I bet you were a little cutie way back when," said Sweetie, trying to brighten up the conversation. "Say, you know what we sometimes did to perk ourselves up when we were little fillies? Head on over to Sugarcube Corner for a milkshake. What do you say, Coral?"

"Well, why not?" shrugged Coral, as Sweetie playfully gave his arm a tug. "Sounds like one thing to do with milk today, that won't make me feel nauseous."

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Fortunately, the sweet shop wasn't too busy when the trio arrived.

Mr Cake was behind the counter, and quickly took their orders.

"Nice place," smiled Coral, smelling an aromatic mix of sugar, strawberries, and cinnamon wafting through the air.

"Yeah, it was THE place to hangout when we were little," said Scootaloo. "Matter of fact, it was the place where we first met Applebloom."

"Really? What was the occasion?"

"Diamond Tiara's 'cutecinera.'"

"Sounds like a lot of fun," replied Coral with a smirk.

"Your face says it all," said Sweetie.

The two girls then went on to explain some more about that fateful day. They were still talking 10 minutes later, when Mr Cake finally arrived with their milkshakes.

"Sorry, everypony," he replied as he placed their shakes on the table in front of them. "We ran outta our usual supply of dairy, and had to go with some new reserves we just got in. I actually gave each of you a larger-sized shake to make up for the wait."

"Aw, you didn't need to do that," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah," replied Coral. "Anyways, thanks a lot, Mr Cake. Sure was nice of you."

"Well, you three are more than welcome," said Mr Cake, heading back behind the counter.

"Sure wish Applebloom could be with us now," said Coral, stirring his shake.

"Well, how about we toast our milkshakes, to our own personal milkmare?" asked Sweetie Belle, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Okay," said Coral, and raised his glass. "To Applebloom."

"To Applebloom," the girls chimed in.

After clinking their glasses together, Coral eagerly took a sip. A split-second later, his glass shattered on the floor, as he made a deep gagging sound!

Almost on cue, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were doing the same, and the additional sound of breaking glass, brought Mr Cake back over to their table.

"Um, is there a problem here?" he asked, looking rather upset at the mess splattered across the table and floor.

"That stuff tastes rancid!" cried Coral, still choking.

"Now see here you-"

"No Mr Cake *cough* he's right," said Scootaloo, trying to wipe her tongue with a napkin. "That stuff made me wanna gag!"

"Really?" asked Mr Cake, dipping his finger onto some of the spilled shake on the table. "But those fellows said it was the fre-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before he spat out what was in his mouth.

"Oh my, you three are right! Honey," he called out, rushing back to the kitchen. "No more shakes or malts today, the stock is no good!"

"Mr Cake," said Coral, getting up from his seat and following after him. "Where did you say this milk was from?"

Getting to the kitchen's swinging doors, Coral could see Mr Cake and his wife, beginning to unhook the spouts on a few wooden barrels. It wasn't so much the barrel that caught Coral's eye, as a black branded symbol on the sides of them: the letters "FF."

The next thing Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo saw, was Coral rushing out the front door of Sugarcube Corner!

__________

His oversized scrotum and cock were bouncing against his knees as he ran, but Coral just channeled the sensitive pain to rage, as he determinedly ran out of Ponyville, and back towards Sweet Apple Acres.

As he neared the farmhouse, he saw the brother's machine chugging away, and a painful cry from Applebloom inside the barn.

"Increase the suction to 9," Flim," he heard Flam say. "I think we can get 4 barrels out of her today."

Coral rushed around to the side of the barn, and retrieved his whacking stick. Taking a few deep breaths, he then rounded the corner, and walked towards the machine, where Flim was beginning to turn the wheel.

"Oh, Mister Leaf," smiled Flim. "I-we didn't expect you back so soon. Where are Miss Applebloom's lovely fri-what are you doing?"

Coral had kneeled down, and begun to undo one of the black straps around one of the barrels. As the leather fell away, he saw what he expected to find: the initials "FF," burned into the barrel.

"You dirty, rotten liars," he said, glaring angrily at Flim.

"Why my young stallion, whatever did we do to you?" asked Flim, incredulously.

"You told Applejack and me you were dumping this stuff in a river...when you've been selling it."

"Why-I, that's quite a rude accusation-"

"I just cake from Sugarcube Corner. They had barrels with these initials, and the stuff was rancid! Bet you two morons don't even know why."

"Well, I-"

"It's because you're hurting my Applebloom, that's why! She's a milkmare, and her feeling and emotions are expelled into her milk! You two are hurting her, and it's going to stop today!"

"Now see here-WATCH IT!!"

Flim ducked as Coral swung hard with his whacking stick! It connected with the glass sphere on top of the machine's golden cylinder, causing a small explosion of milk!

"Brother, what is going on?" came Flam's voice, as He saw Coral, pressing the suction button, causing the machine to fall silent. "What do you think you're doing? That glass was specially crafted for our machine-"

"Get away from me," demanded Coral, holding his stick in front of him, making his way to Applebloom's bosom, where he gave her left breast a reassuring rub. "Applebloom? Are you alright?"

"Ah, ah still ache a bit," he heard her say. "Coral, what's goin' on?"

"I'm doing what I should have done sooner," he said. "Stopping this torture!"

There were two loud *thwuphops* and the sound of breaking glass, as Coral pulled off the milk tubes, and shattered them with his stick!

"You're crazy!" cried Flim. "Your actions will set us back five days! Poor Applebloom is going to-"

"She'll be fine, and you two will be as well if you leave right now and don't come back!"

"We have our contract with Miss Applejack, not you," replied Flam, trying to sound firm. "She's paid for our services and our machines-"

"AAGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

The brother's eyes flew open in horror, as Coral swung wildly at them, bounding forward, his huge bulge bouncing against his thighs!

He missed them, but his stick made contact with their vehicle. He was like a possessed stallion, smashing into the contraption's fenders, denting the golden cylinder, and leaving large dents wherever he could!

As he continued swinging, Coral was aware of a faint voice far away. Suddenly, two red arms encircled his body, and he was lifted off his hooves!

"Coral!! CORAL LEAF!! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!"

The voice became clearer, and he realized it was Applejack's. He also realized that the red arms that had hoisted him up in a bearhug, belonged to Big Mac!

Slowly, his swinging slowed, and he dropped the stick to the ground. Once he became still, the large red stallion set him on the ground.

"Oh, thank you Miss Applejack," cried Flim. "I had no idea this young troublemaker was a powder keg ready to explode! I assure you we-"

"Ah want you two to go," said Applejack.

"I suppose we might as well," replied Flam. "We'll try to get our machine fixed up as soon as possible, but it will take time and money-"

"Just! Go!"

In a matter of minutes, the two brothers had loaded up their machine, and it thundered down the lane in a cloud of dust.

"Big Mac, check on Applebloom," said Applejack.

"Eeyup," he nodded, heading towards the barn.

"Coral, come with me to the kitchen."

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The feeling of dread was back in Coral's stomach, as he followed AJ into the house, and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Coral Leaf...ah don't get you," she said, sitting down across from him. "You're a hard worker, ah won't deny that, but today-"

"I was justified in what I did, Applejack," he blurted out. "They were selling Applebloom's milk!"

"What?"

"Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo and I went to Sugarcube Corner. We ordered milkshakes, and the milk came in barrels that had the same initials as the ones on that machine those two flim-flam artists rode away on."

"Coral, you don't know that-"

"I swear by my own Grandmother that it was Applebloom's milk, Applejack! Given what you and those two have put her through, it's no wonder it tasted so rancid!"

"Rancid? Look, even if it did come from Applebloom, milk doesn't spoil like that in a few days-"

"With milkmares it can spoil quicker than normal cow's milk!"

Coral suddenly shut up, realizing what he had just said in front of Applejack.

"...what...a milk-what?"

Realizing there was no point in hiding things any longer, Coral decided to let his guard down.

"A milkmare," he said. "That's what your sister is, Applejack. She's a milkmare."

"What kinda nonsense is that!? There's no such thing-"

"Yes there is. My own Mom is a milkmare."

"Coral-"

"How do you think I was able to show Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo how to milk Applebloom?"

"CORAL-"

"I was raised on a farm, but one where my Mom was a milkmare, and my Dad and I have milked her-"

"CORAL LEAF!!!"

Applejack slammed her hands down on the table so hard it shook! The tone in her voice was enough to say that she was done listening.

"Pack your things. Ah'm giving you fifteen minutes."

"Applejack, please-"

"GO, Coral!"

The finality in her words, was enough to make him realize he wasn't going to win this conversation. Coral slowly got up, and walked past Applejack. She sat as still as a statue, her hands on the table, not looking at his face as he stared down at her.

As he neared the stairs, he saw a pad of paper, and a pencil nearby. Taking them, he headed up to his room.

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Applebloom's nipples were still aching slightly, as Big Mac left for the farm house.

She had no idea quite what had happened. All she saw were snippets of Coral, rushing around near the door, along with the sounds of heavy thudding, and breaking glass.

It sounded like he was okay, she thought. Of course, her mind returned to the thought that Applejack had ordered him into the house, before her big brother had come over to comfort her.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the farm house door open and close. As she looked over the curve of her breasts, she could see Coral's green-blue hair in the distance, some 20 feet away.

"Coral?" She cried out.

He didn't respond, and as he walked within her line-of-sight where her breasts met, she saw something she hadn't seen since he arrived: his suitcase, clutched in his left hand.

"No," she gasped. "No! NOOOO!!! CORAALLLLLLL!!!"

She was sure he had heard her, but he never looked back, as he passed out of her vision.

"CORAL COME BACK!!!! COME BACK!!!!"

She tried to move, but the weight of her bosom made it impossible.

"UNGH!!! UNGH!!! COME ON!!!"

Applebloom struggled and pulled, her skin attached to her massive milktanks hurting from the exertion, but surprisingly, she began to slowly make her way to the barn door!

She had managed to rotate her body, and was almost out the doorway, when she heard the screen door open, and a familiar voice cry out.

"Applebloom! What in the hay are you doing!?"

She ignored her sister, looking down the path where Coral had gone. He was almost a speck in the distance.

"CORAL LEAF!!!" she cried out, as loud as she could. "COME BACK!!! AH LOVE YOU PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!!"

Applebloom painfully continued to drag her body out into the yard, when she felt and saw two large red arms encircle her waist, and lift her up in a bearhug.

"Big Mac, stop!!" she cried, flailing about, kicking and thrashing like a bucking bronco. "PUT ME DOWN!!"

"Hold onta her Big Mac," cried Applejack. "Ah'll tug on the sheet under her and we can get her back in the barn-"

"Ah don't wanna go back!" cried the young Apple, as her siblings dragged her back inside. "AH DON'T WANT HIM TAH GO!!! CORRAAAALLLLLLL!!!!"

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Once Applebloom was back inside the barn, Big Mac had let go of her, and he and Applejack quickly exited, closing the door behind them.

Applebloom had slammed her back against the door a few times, but it was no use, as her siblings had secured it from the outside. As her eyes welled up with tears, she buried her face in her massive bosom, soon crying herself to sleep.

She had no idea how long she had been out, but the sound of knocking on the door woke her immediately.

"GO AWAY!!" she yelled. "Ah don't wanna talk to you, Applejack!!"

"It's just us, Applebloom," came Sweetie Belle's voice from the other side of the door.

"G-girls?" came AB's voice, her anger melting away, to soft whimpers.

Within moments, the barn doors had been opened, and Applebloom found herself being hugged from both sides, by her two best friends. Once they made contact with her, the tears began to flow again.

As hard as she tried, Applebloom couldn't get herself to stop crying, each sob making her enormous bosom wobble.

"It's okay," said Scootaloo. "Just let it out."

"He-*sniff*-he's g-gone," sobbed Applebloom. "I-it was becuz of, Applejack ah-*sniff*-ah know it w-w-wuz."

"I'm sorry," sniffled Sweetie Belle, hugging her friend as best as she could. "We miss him too."

"He, he had to have passed through town," said Applebloom, trying to dry her eyes. "Did you two see him?"

"Yeah. He said he was on his way to the train station."

"W-what train wuz he gettin' on? Where did he go? B-back to Galloping Gulch?"

"We're not, sure," admitted Scootaloo. "He just told us he had used up his last strike, and was leaving Ponyville."

"We offered to, wait with him at the station until his train came," said Sweetie. "But he said we should get up here right away. He, said you sounded so sad."

The words caused more tears to flow out of those big orange eyes, and the three girls hugged each other again.

"Ah wish, ah wish ah could move agin," said AB. "If ah didn't have these, these things I'd go and find him!"

"But w-we don't know where he went, Applebloom" said Sweetie Belle. "Though maybe..I can help you in another way!"

"H-how?"

Sweetie disentangled herself from the group, and walked around to the front of her friend's massive chest.

As everypony watched, her unicorn horn glowed green, and soon, Applebloom's bosom was engulfed in the same green light! Sweetie gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, concentrating harder.

Applebloom gasped a bit, as she felt her chest move, ever-so-slightly!!

"Sweetie Belle, ah, ah think it's workin!"

Suddenly, the green glow disappeared, and AB's bosom, that had been slightly lifted above the ground a few millimeters, closed the gap, jiggling slightly.

"Agh," gasped Sweetie, as if she had finished holding her breath. "Sorry Applebloom, they're just, too heavy."

"Maybe you just need to practice more," chimed in Scootaloo. "Like when you levitated that broom during our Twilight Time sessions?"

"Maybe," said Sweetie, rubbing her forehead. "I guess I could also ask Twilight for help. Lifting Applebloom's breasts is a bit more complex than a broom."

"Uh, ah'm not disturbin' ya girls am I?" came the voice of a familiar old pony from behind them.

"Granny," said AB, mustering a little smile.

The girls opened some space up for the old mare, and she was enfolded with them.

"Ah'm sorry, dearie," said Granny. "Ah never expected this tuh happen."

"Ah know," said Applebloom. "At least you were fine with Coral."

"Well, he was a bit wet behind the ears," smiled Granny. "But most stallions are."

"Ah wish he woulda said goodbye. He wouldn't even look at me when he left..."

"Actually, um...ah think he did the next best thing."

"What, Granny?"

The old mare produced a folded piece of paper from her apron. On the front, was written, "To my Darling Applebloom."

"Saw it on the pillow in his bedroom," said Granny. "Picked it up, just in case yer sister wanted to throw it away."

"I don't think Applejack'd do that," said Scootaloo.

"Ah wouldn't be so sure," said Applebloom, taking the letter, and opening it. "Thanks again, Granny."

"Well? What's it say?" asked Sweetie Belle, coming over to the small grouping.

Applebloom starting reading:

My Darling Applebloom,

I never thought I'd be writing you a love letter under circumstances like this.

This afternoon, I found out that the Flim-Flam Brothers had sold your milk, outside of the deal they made with your sister.

I didn't mean to hurt them, but I'm afraid my emotions got the better of me, and I ended up wrecking their milking machine. I guess I just had enough of those two hurting a filly whom I've grown to love with all my heart, body, and soul.

I am leaving Ponyville, for where, I do not know yet. I do hope to write to you once I am settled, wherever I may end up in Equestria.

Despite these circumstances, I consider myself lucky to have worked with the Apple family, and met many prominent ponies and stallions, as well as your friends Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, even if Sweetie Belle can be annoying sometimes (I know you're there too Sweetie, so now you know the truth). However, you and your Cutie Mark Crusaders have been together for years, and I know they will help you weather the emotional storm you must be in as you are reading this.

I am also leaving your family a gift of goodwill. Though Applejack did pay me for my services in helping out during the harvest, I am only taking enough bits to buy a train ticket, as well as some food. I leave the remainder of my pay for your family to use (most likely, it may go to paying off the damages I made to the Flim-Flam's machine).

Finally, I ask one last thing of you. I know you may feel you may never forgive your sister for what has happened. It is my wish that you please not be too hard on her.

Your family is a special one, not just to Ponyville, but also all of Equestria, and I feel once you two get over how you are feeling right now, things will turn out for the better.

Speaking of Applejack, sounds like she's at the door. Please tell Big Mac that he is a great stallion as well, and though I leave under these circumstances, I enjoyed our little conversations very much during cider season.

I love you, now and forever, my very special somepony.

Coral Leaf

By the time she finished, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and even Granny Smith, were all misty-eyed.

Outside, the sun cast long shadows, as it began to set over Sweet Apple Acres.

From the door of the nearby farm house, a pair of familiar green eyes looked towards the open barn doors, before turning towards the soft blue shadows of the living room, as twilight began to settle in.

Author's Note

Well, another cliffhanger, so soon. I'm already anticipating the thumbs-down and complaints.

In writing out the overall story, there were a number of events that I considered 'tentpoles,' and this chapter's ending was one of them. It did change from my first iteration, where AB's bosoms were merely about the size of beanbag chairs, but that was before I decided to overindulge in some hyper-imagery.

I did have to go over the story quite a number of times, as I had Applejack reiterating a lot of the same things more times than usual. Partially, I feel this was maybe her trying to reassure herself that she was doing the right thing, but probably deep down being upset with what she had decided upon doing.

Originally, I did consider the milking sessions taking up a whole chapter, and the altercation at the end of this chapter, would happen in the next chapter. However, as I started writing this one out, it felt like it'd get too long and redundant to just have 'day-after-day' repetitions where AB was miserably milked, and Coral could do nothing but watch. It was a bit like the dilemma I had trying to write the first 5 days of the Cider Festival before our couple's big 'growth scene.'

I actually broke my rules with this chapter, and had pre-written out a bit of Coral being sent off, as well as the girls and him finding AB's milk being sold to Sugar Cube Corner. I wanted to toy with the audience, to see if you could possibly believe the brothers would stick to their word, but...as expected, they'll try to get money on the side any way they can.

I will confess that certain things happening 'politically,' did somehow find their way into my writing. I 'repackaged' these feelings in the scenes with the Flim-Flams smilingly saying how they're doing everything for everyone's benefit, and Coral is me, just quietly shaking my head.

Chapter 19

Once the cock crowed early the next morning, Sweet Apple Acres became a beehive of activity!

Out in the western orchard, Applebloom and Coral's relations were getting ready, putting on their dresses and suits. Some relations were also struggling to rouse their little foals and colts, who just wanted to sleep in.

Meanwhile, Twilight and Rarity soon showed up at the farm, and began the process of dressing up Gentle Bounty, for the big day.

While that was going on, Chestnut took his suit, and headed into the main farm house, where he found Big Mac already dressed and ready to go.

"You look nice in that suit of yours," complimented Chestnut.

"Eeyup," replied Big Mac. "Yours looks nice, too."

Chestnut headed upstairs, and was able to change in the washroom. He was having some difficulty with his tie, when he heard a familiar voice: "Need a hand, Dad?"

He turned to see Coral Leaf, standing in the doorway, looking handsome and presentable in his grey-and-black suit.

"You know, I could," replied Chestnut. "These kinds of ties I never could figure out."

"I was the same way," said Coral, coming over and working his magic on the little piece of material. "Fortunately, Rarity and Sweetie Belle taught me a thing or two about ties. They really know their way around fashion."

"Looks like they cleaned you up real nice and all," said Chestnut, as Coral finished his handiwork.

"There," he said, turning his Dad towards the mirror, and standing next to him. "Two handsome stallions."

"They sure are," said Chestnut, before putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "You know...I'm proud of you, son."

Coral was a bit taken by these words from his usually quiet father. However, it was his turn to stay quiet as Chestnut continued to speak.

"Your mother and I, we often wondered if you'd be able to make your own way. I mean, I never went far outside of Galloping Gulch, and we both wondered if, well, you'd have done the same. Guess we were both just worrying over nothing. Here you are: big and handsome, about to marry a lovely young filly and join a big, caring family. You did good, Coral."

"Thanks, Dad," he said, giving Chestnut a hug. "That means a lot to me. And I hope you know, I wouldn't be who I am, if not for you and mom."

"Well" shrugged Chestnut, "you always did take after your mother. She was always, a little more open with her feelings-"

"But you taught me things too, Dad," insisted Coral. "You showed me how to be a strong provider, and how important it is for a stallion to protect and love his mare, no matter how big she is. That was a key lesson you taught me, that I don't think any other father could have made me realize like you did."

There was silence between the two stallions, as a smile crested Chestnut's face.

"Glad I could help," he replied.

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Eventually, Coral and Chestnut made their way downstairs.

Granny Smith was rocking away in her chair, clad in a shimmering green dress with fringe along the neck, cuffs, and hem. A white sash encircled her waist, and matching shoes completed her ensemble.

"Ready for the wedding, Granny Smith?" asked Coral.

"Uh, no thanks, ah've been married once b'fore," she replied.

Coral and Big Mac chuckled, as Chestnut headed out the door.

"Gonna head over and check on your Mom," he said to his son. "See you in a bit."

"Bye Dad," called Coral, before turning his attention to Big Mac. "Is Applejack ready yet?"

"She's up in her room with Rarity," said Mac. "Hopefully they'll he done soon."

"Well, I'll just take a seat next to Granny Smith here," said Coral, feeling his cock and balls overflowing his lap as he did so. "Gonna be a fun day today, right Granny?"

"Sure is," she smiled, before a look of confusion came over her. "Uh, what day is it agin?"

"Why it's a FABULOUS day," came Rarity's voice from the top of the stairs.

Coral watched as the bombastic fashionista made her grand entrance. Though not part of the wedding party, Rarity looked like she was planning to stand out from the crowd, in her own way.

Her hair had been curled into several smaller swirls, giving her mane more volume and motion. Intertwined within the strands, were dozens of small jewels, looking like stars shimmering in a galaxy of purple!

And of course, there was her dress, which seemed to hug her overly-voluptuous figure like a glove! It's material shimmered, but so too did the numerous diamonds interspersed across it's surface.

It was also apparent that Rarity was trying to accentuate her own considerable "assets," which had been squeezed and lifted a tad. Her breasts were riding up so close to the edge of their "container," that Coral felt one wrong step, and they'd spill over her top like water over a dam.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Rarity.

"Very, sparkly," said Coral, feeling his pants tighten a bit.

"Eeyup," said Big Mac, his pants also feeling a little smaller.

"Ah still think you overdid it, Rarity," came Applejack's voice from the upstairs hallway.

"Oh don't be silly, Applejack," cooed Rarity. "A farm girl like you shouldn't be afraid to let her hair down for special occasions like as this one."

"I meant you. There are so many diamonds on that dress'a yers, ah'm afraid yer gonna blind somepony."

"Oh-puk-koo-pah-koo, there'll be plenty of time for critiques later, darling. Now, come on down, and let's show the family who's the Best Mare around here."

As she said those words, Coral and the others watched, as Applejack came into view next to Rarity.

Like Rarity, Applejack's dress was also quite form-fitting, but hued in red, as if she had been wrapped in a delicious red apple-skin!

The material also caught the light, so that in certain areas, the red seemed to shimmer in rainbow colors, if slightly-muted.

Just like Rarity, a sash was tied around AJ's middle. Throughout the dress, were intricately-woven patterns, that Coral took to symbolize tree branches. And strung from them, were miniature apples (though not as many as Rarity's diamonds!). Some were simply applied to the dress, while others, jostled about, like apples on tree branches.

Below the hem of her skirt, were custom-made cowgirl boots, with her name stitched into the side, swirling around the apple patterns.

Her golden hair was also a sight to behold! Instead of typically wearing it down, Rarity had lifted it up into a curls-and-coif motif. Long strands hung down in front of her ears, while at the top, a plume of golden waves burst forth like a fountain, held by a red ribbon-band, with three apples on it.

"Well?" asked Rarity. "What do you think, everypony? Is this our Best Mare I see before us?"

Applejack was looking a little nervous, but next thing she heard, was Coral, Big Mac, and even Granny Smith applauding in approval.

"T-thanks," she said, walking down the steps. "Takes a little, getting used to."

"Well I think you look gorgeous," said Coral, walking up to his future sister-in-law, and taking her hand. "Why don't we show you off to the rest of the family?"

"Hey! What about me?" called Rarity, as Coral led Applejack out the door. "Is noone going to compliment me on my dress!?"

"There'll be plenty of time for that, Rarity," called back AJ, as she and Coral shared a little chuckle.

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Pretty soon, both families were tucking into their breakfast, at an array of long tables that had been set up in the farmyard. With dozens of guests adorned in their best suits and dresses, the scene could very well have rivaled that of the barn dance some months before!

During his meal, Coral excused himself, and attempted to sneak over to the barn to get a peek at Applebloom. However, upon peeking through the doors, he found her usual 'resting place,' empty!

"Nice try," chuckled Twilight, walking by.

"Do you know where she is?" he asked. "I just wanted to check up on here, is all."

"Oh, I set up a tent a ways back from the farm," admitted Twilight. "It was the girl's idea, and I thought it might be kinda cute! Besides, isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony?"

Coral just rolled his eyes, and headed back to the others. Taking a short detour, he came over to his parents. Upon seeing her son in his suit, Gentle couldn't help but gush.

"Oh my," she said, straightening his lapels, "how handsome you look. Rarity certainly did a nice job."

"She sure did," chimed in AJ, coming up to them. "And you and Chestnut look just as pretty as a picture."

"Oh Applejack," replied Gentle. "We're not that pretty."

"Mom," chuckled Coral, "this is 'honest Applejack.' When she says something like that, she definitely means it."

Coral wanted to spend some more pre-wedding time with his parents, but Applejack noted how a number of the family were finishing breakfast. Pretty soon, Coral, Applejack, Big Mac, and several volunteers from the families, were busy clearing the tables, and moving them out of sight.

Once the farmyard was cleared, they then began the process of setting up several hundred white chairs, leading up to the family barn. Once the seats were in place, a long red carpet was rolled out. Of course, it was no ordinary red carpet, as it's width could have accommodated ten ponies, shoulder-to-shoulder!

"Ok, family," called out AJ, "our other friends should be here soon. You can get yourselves settled in first."

And with that, both families took their seats. Shortly afterwards, a small cacophony of voices was heard coming towards the farm. Soon, several hundred more stallions and ponies, entered the farmyard!

Coral took his place up near the front of the red carpet, and watched as Applejack and Twilight guided the numerous guests to their seats. From a distance, he could make out Rainbow Dash's mane, and the bouncing pink curls of Pinkie Pie's mane. He also saw Rarity talking with a pink-and-yellow pony, and a tall, lanky creature,he swore he had seen somewhere before.

Soon, the main aisle was cleared, and everypony had taken their seats.

Twilight then made her way up to the front near Coral, where the two exchanged a friendly nod. Applejack in turn, headed in the opposite direction, disappearing over a nearby hillside.

"Welcome, everypony," called out Twilight, causing the murmurings in the audience to quiet down. "I am delighted to be here, standing before family and friends, as we celebrate the marriage of two wonderful ponies: Applebloom, and Coral Leaf. The union of these two ponies, is truly a wonderful event, and I am honored that I was chosen, to bring them together here, in a place that holds so much meaning, to both of them."

As Twilight continued talking, Coral's eyes looked out upon the numerous guests. As he looked towards the rear of the gathering, he saw a small bit of movement. It appeared to be a figure, trying it's best to run, but not cause a lot of noise. However, it quickly ducked into a seat behind a large white stallion, and disappeared from view.

"And now, if you'll please rise," came Twilight's voice, as a glowing light emitted from her horn, and hovered nearby. The light began to pulsate, and from it's core, came the sound of a small orchestra.

The ponies in the audience rose from their seats, and turned towards the back of the aisle.

The first to appear, was Coral's father. Next, came Big Mac and Granny Smith. It took awhile, but they soon reached the front, and took their seats. Coral's father also took his seat, off to the side next to his wife.

Next, came a few of Applebloom's little cousins, sprinkling flowers and apple tree leaves along the carpet, causing a cacophony of "awww's" from the crowd.

Next, was another one of Applebloom's cousins, and one of Coral's. Both were serving as the couple's flower girl, and ringbearer. Once they reached the front, they took their place next to Twilight, at the front.

There was a long pause, and then, the music struck up some familiar notes, as everypony anticipated what was coming next.

Coral peered down the long red carpet, and there, slowly cresting the hill...was Applebloom!

Applejack was at her side, though it was easy to see that most of the Best Mare's body, was hidden by the enormity of her sister's massive bosom!

As more of Applebloom came into view, Coral could feel his pants tighten at the sight of his special somepony.

She was a vision in white, and as she came forward, more of the details on her dress became clearer.

Her dress was similar to Applejack's, but with more patterned branches, swirling around her luscious curves. Plus, each of the small apples festooned across her dress, jiggled with each step she took! Their shiny forms, glinting in the sunlight, making her sparkle.

Of course, many eyes were on the bride's considerably ample assets. The swollen forms bounced sumptuously with each step, with the green of Sweetie Belle's magic levitating them above the ground, making them look as if they were floating on a magical cushion.

Coral was quick to notice, that in designing the dress, Rarity had each of Applebloom's breasts contained in what he could only think to call, 'boob-sleeves.' It was as if they were each encased in a sock-like portion of the dress, causing each of them to bounce separately from each other.

Unlike her typical pink bow, a delicate white one with silver accents, glistened in her hair. It stood out well above her head, where her typical red hair that fell down her back like a waterfall, had been looped and curled into a mass of swirling ringlets, that bounced and flounced as much as her massive chest.

Behind her, came Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. Each of them were wearing a red dress (the same color as Applejack's), though the sash around their waists, was the same color as their hair. Coral could swear that Sweetie was trying to concentrate on both smiling, and keeping her magic working on Applebloom's bosom.

As Applebloom made her way down the aisle, her big orange eyes locked onto Coral's, and the world almost seemed to disappear around them. Coral felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest, and that his cock was going to explode out of his pants.

Please hold together, please hold together, he thought to himself, as he felt the material firm up around his equipment.

Applebloom soon stepped before Twilight, and with a controlled turn (with her big sister by her side), she ended up facing Coral, who stood almost 10 ft away from her, separated by her enormous bosom.

"Please be seated," said Twilight, and the audience obeyed. "Now, who is here, to give this pony away?"

"Ah am," nodded Applejack.

Coral glanced at AJ's face. She was holding herself together stoically, but Coral could swear her lip was trembling.

"Thank you, Applejack," smiled Twilight, and as they watched, AJ let go of her sister's hand, and took her place next to Twilight. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo followed, standing next to her, with Sweetie's horn still glowing green.

"You know," said Twilight, a not-too-serious tone in her voice. "This just doesn't seem...right. I mean, Applebloom's over here and, Coral's, waaaay over there."

The talk seemed to lighten the mood, and there were some laughs from the crowd.

"Coral, why don't we get you a little, closer?" asked Twilight.

As everypony watched, Applebloom began to arch her back, lifting her individually-wrapped breasts high in the air (with a little help from Sweetie Belle). Then, as everypony watched, the cleavage between the two outswells of breast flesh, began to widen, as the twin zeppelins seemed to open up!

"LIFT AND SEPARATE!!" cried out Rarity from the audience. "WE HAVE LIFT AND SEPARATE!!"

"SSHHHH!!!!" hissed Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, as Rarity quickly shut up.

Much of the audience was in awe, watching the bride's bosom hang in the air, like a magic trick! Even Coral found himself somewhat in awe of the spectacle.

"Now then, Coral," smiled Twilight, as she saw him regain his senses. "I need you to stand, riiight, there."

With her magic, she place a glowing pink "X" on the ground, and Coral obeyed, walking with a big grin to his spot.

Once he was in place, Applebloom straightened her back, causing the enormous tits to descend. Slowly, the amount of cleavage between them decreased, until soon, Coral found himself surrounded by his fiance's clothed breasts, and staring right into her smiling face!

As Sweetie Belle's green magic dissipated and the massive milkbags slowly touched the ground, there was a roar of applause and approval from the guests, before they settled down again.

Coral tried to focus on what was going on around them, but his eyes were unable to pull away from Applebloom's. Around him, he could hear the slight rustling of her clothed bosom, as she breathed in and out, a look of longing and bliss on her face.

"Ponies and Gentlecolts," Twilight began, "We are gathered here today at Sweet Apple Acres, to join Applebloom and Coral Leaf together, in holy matrimony. It is sometimes surprising, where our journeys in life will take us. For Coral Leaf, it was on a train from his home in Galloping Gulch, away from his loving parents, Gentle Bounty, and Chestnut Solace.
"He could have gone anywhere: Van Hoover, The Crystal Empire, Manehattan, but instead, he came here...to Ponyville! And it was here, he came to know the Apple family: Applejack, Big Mac, Granny Smith...and Applebloom.
"Who could have guessed, that as Coral Leaf worked with the Apple family to harvest their crops, that love was blossoming between him, and Applebloom?
"And pretty soon, the two blossomed in a number of other ways...but with that growth, came some changes, and some realizations, for a number of ponies. But through it all, both of them persevered, because they had found something special between them...something that someponies spend a lifetime trying to find.
"And now, here we are: Coral Leaf, Applebloom, and all of us here, who they have kindly allowed to share in this special day with. Their wanting us to share in this time with them, I believe, shows how truly wonderful their love is, and how special they truly are.
"And now, I believe the bride and groom, have a few things they wish to say."

Coral could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and feel his cock wanting to unfurl like a flag, as he took Applebloom's hands in his, and finally found his voice: "Applebloom, from the moment ah walked into your family's house, I had never seen a pony as beautiful, and breathtaking, as you. When I started working the harvest, I swore that I was going to prove to you and your family, that I was dependable, trustworthy, and willing to be there for you through thick and thin. And, well, I guess it must have worked because, we began to do so much together. You shared things with me, your friends became my friends, and I felt an ache deep inside of me when we were apart, that made me realize, how much I didn't want to ever be apart from you. And now, here we are, and I pinkie promise, that I will be there for you, always."

Coral could see some tears in Applebloom's eyes as she took a few gulps, and started to speak: "Coral Leaf, ah think I expected to get my cutie mark, before I ever thought I'd find myself a very special somepony. I guess it just shows that, Celestia works in mysterious ways. It took me awhile of course, to see what you were doin,' but pretty soon, I couldn't stop thinkin' of you. Even Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo would notice that when we were apart, they said I seemed a little, quieter. Guess you brought out somethin' deep inside of me, that I just needed a little time to find. Because of you, I've changed in a number of ways, some of them I couldn't even imagine. But I feel confident, knowing that if there are anymore changes comin' down the path, you'll be there by my side, and we'll handle them...together."

There was a smattering of applause, before Twilight began to speak again, as the couple continued to hold hands, and look into each other's eyes.

"Coral Leaf, Applebloom, you both have come here willingly out of your deep love for each other, and as such, have decided to come together to build, strengthen, and bind that love, through the sanctity of holy matrimony. Coral Leaf, do you take Applebloom, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do," he replied, confidently.

"And Applebloom," continued Twilight, "do you take Coral Leaf, to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or for poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Ah do," she said, smiling back at him.

"And now, to signify the bond between the both of you, we will have the exchanging of the rings."

It was in this moment that a new problem suddenly arose, as Coral's little cousin walked forward to present the rings...only to find himself met by a wall of clothed side-boob!

"Oh dear," blushed Twilight, as a small rumble of laughter grew from the front, "seems we didn't quite think this part through."

Fortunately, Scootaloo stepped forward, and took the pillow from the ringbearer. As she held it over Applebloom's left shoulder, Coral took the cue and reached out, just managing to grab the rings!

There was a little applause as Scootaloo returned the pillow to the ringbearer, and returned to her position.

"Whew," smiled Twilight, "That was a close one. And now, the couple will exchange rings."

Coral handed Applebloom her ring, which she held tightly in her left hand, as she extended out her right hand to him.

"Applebloom," he said, slipping it on, "please wear this ring, as a symbol of my love, devotion, and connection to you."

Once he had done so, it was her turn.

"Coral Leaf," she said, taking his hand, "please wear this ring, as a symbol of my love, devotion, and connection to you."

"And now," said Twilight, a big smile cresting her face, "it is my great pleasure, by the power afforded me by Princess Celestia, to present to everypony here, Mr and Mrs Coral Leaf!"

A roar of applause went up from the audience, as Coral and Applebloom kissed...their first as husband and wife!

Twilight's magic struck up the band again, and slowly, Applebloom arched her back, and Sweetie Belle helped lift her towering titties up into the air, allowing Coral to escape his wife's clothed confines (for now, anyways!).

After Applebloom had lowered her breasts back to a horizontal position, she slowly turned towards the the red carpet. As she did so, Coral moved to her side, taking her hand, and slowly, they made their way down the aisle, as on either side, their family and friends cheered for them. Behind them, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Applejack followed.

As the couple reached the end of the rows, Coral took notice of the late-arriving pony he had seen earlier. His heart skipped a beat, as he recognized his Aunt Demure's familiar green hair, and her light-yellow face, giving him a polite smile!

The bride and groom looped back around the crowd, and over to Gentle Bounty and Chestnut Solace. Chestnut was stoic in his happiness, while Gentle was tearing up something fierce, as she hugged her son, and new daughter-in-law.

Before long, Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith joined the happy couple, and photographs were soon being snapped of the family.

Naturally, because of Gentle's enormous bosom, some pictures were shot at quite a distance, to get all of her in the frame. However, there were still plenty of close-up shots with the bride and groom's family members.

Finally, with the pictures having been taken, Twilight's voice boomed out over the farmyard.

"May I have everypony's attention, please? We have a little prepping to do before the reception, so we ask that everypony please adjourn to the west orchard, while we get everything set up."

There was a thundering of hooves, as several hundred guests and friends did as the Princess of Friendship commanded. The only one left, was a certain pink-maned party planner, looking very excited.

"Is it time? Is it time!?" she giggled.

"It's time, Pinkie," replied Applejack.

And thus, like a whirling dervish, Pinkie got to work! In a matter of minutes, the farmyard area had gone from rows of seats, to multiple tables with chairs, not to mention decorative table displays made of apples!

As they were watching the events, a thought suddenly crossed Applebloom's mind, and she whispered it to Coral.

"You're right," he said. "I almost forgot. Hey, Pinkie-"

"Yes?" she said, suddenly zooming right up to him like a roadrunner.

"When you're finished with the decorating, can you meet us in the barn, and bring enough mugs for every guest?"

"Yessiree, Coral Leaf," she said, giving him a salute, before returning to her work.

"Alright," said AJ, "whut do you two have in mind?"

"Just a little surprise, sis," said Applebloom. "Come on girls, we got some work to do...right Coral?"

"You said it honey," he replied, mischievously.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo exchanged mischievous grins of their own, as Sweetie's magic lifted AB's boobs, and the small group headed into the barn.

"Just give us an hour," he called out, closing the barn doors behind him. "With this many guests, this might take awhile."

"T-take awhile?" called out AJ, "What are you talking about-"

"I think I know what they have in mind," said Gentle, and motioned for Applejack to come closer.

Coral's Mom whispered into her ear for a few minutes, as Applejack's face went through a gamut of expressions. Finally, Gentle finished her whispering.

"Well that, certainly does sound, interestin'," she replied. "Think it'll go over well?"

"I doubt everypony will go for it," said Gentle, "but who knows? Maybe a few will consider it, and try something new...like you did."

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An hour later, Coral threw open the barn doors, to find the whole farmyard filled with their guests, sitting at the numerous tables that had been laid out. Near the main farmhouse, he saw a table stacked high with wrapped gifts.

In the barn, Applebloom was doing her best to breathe normally again, while her bridesmaids were doing their best to make sure her breasts were properly 'cupped' once more in the specially-made wedding dress. Coral meanwhile, was still trying to be sure that he hadn't overtaxed his pants, as he glanced back at several dozen barrels along one of the barn's walls.

As he looked across the farmyard, he was shocked to suddenly find himself face-to-face with Pinkie Pie, standing next to at least 3 carts full of mugs.

"Are these enough?" she asked.

"Looks like it to me," said Coral. "Honey, why don't you come out here and get some air? Pinkie, want to help us fill up these mugs?"

"Okie-dokie-lokie," she called out.

Sweetie Belle helped her friend settle down a ways outside the barn, before rushing back inside to help.

With Pinkie, Coral, Sweetie, and Scootaloo all pitching in, the three carts of mugs were soon ready, and hauled out to the waiting guests.

"Don't drink it yet," they said, placing a mug in front of each guest. "It's for a very special toast."

A number of the Apples were a little perplexed at what was in the mugs, though Coral saw a few of his relations giving him 'knowing smiles.'

Finally, with all the mugs distributed, it was time for the bride and groom to be seated.

Near the front of the barn, two long tables had been set up, along with a large open space in the center. Twilight, Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith were already seated.

Sweetie soon guided her friend over, and carefully maneuvered Applebloom's massive bosom between the tables. Once she was comfortable, Coral, Sweetie, and Scootaloo took their seats.

"Thank you for your patience, everypony," came Twilight's voice, as she stood up. "And now that our new couple is seated, we would like to give everypony the chance, to come up and greet them personally. So if you wish, please come up and form a single-file line, okay?"

There was the sound of moving chairs, as a huge line soon snaked it's way towards the wedding party's table.

Coral and Applebloom cheerfully greeted a number of their relations, thanking them for coming.

Interspersed among their family members, were also familiar friends Applebloom knew from Ponyville.

"Congratulations, Applebloom," said Cheerilee, "I hope you two will have a very happy life together."

"We sure will," replied Applebloom, as she and Coral shook her former teacher's hand.

"Well, this is quite a shindig," mentioned Rainbow Dash, when her turn came to greet them. "Kinda surprised you two didn't ask me to do a sonic rainboom at the end there."

"We wanted to keep things a bit, simpler," smiled Coral. "But it's still great that you came out, Rainbow. Sorry that we've been so busy and all."

"It's okay," she replied. "You two just stay awesome, okay? Buuut, not as awesome as me."

As the happy couple watched Dash strut away, a familiar voice caught Applebloom's ears.

"For far too long I've been away, yet here I am, on your wedding day."

"Zecora!" squealed Applebloom, leaning out an arm, to hug her favorite zebra. "Ah'm so happy you came!"

"As am I, dear Applebloom. And this must be the lucky groom."

"You got that right, Ms Zecora," said Coral, giving her a hug. "You know, I almost met you some time ago, when I first came to Sweet Apple Acres. Applebloom mentioned you during my first few days on the farm."

"Well now you've met me, stripes and all, though I see our Applebloom, is not so small."

"Yeah," blushed AB, "We kinda got, bigger as we fell in love. But still, size isn't gonna keep us from being together."

"I'm sure you two have plans tonight, once everyone's sleeping under moonlight. Twilight told me of your size, and so I've made, a little surprise."

"Really?" asked Applebloom. "Well, w-what is it?"

"You'll find it wrapped way over there, among the gifts you two will share. Before you do what lovers do, it would be best to open my gift to you. Though wait to do it privately..a fitting gift to you, from me."

Zecora then gave the two a little wink, and went on her way.

"Well, now I'm a little more excited for tonight," whispered Coral to AB.

"Hold yer horses, mister," she said, her hand reaching down and patting his 'stiffy.'

It was at that point, that a yellow pony with long pink hair, appeared before them.

"Hi Applebloom," she said, softly. "Congratulations."

"Fluttershy, you came!" said AB, giving her guests a big hug as well.

"I sure did. Sorry I haven't been around. I've been off on a trip across Equestria, studying some rare and exotic animals."

"Well, as long as yer doing something you love, it's okay," said Applebloom. "Oh, and this is my husband, Coral Leaf."

"Nice to meet you," said Fluttershy, shaking his hand.

"Nice to finally meet you as well," replied Coral. "So, did you bring a guest with you, Fluttershy?"

"Oh yes," she replied. "I invited my good friend Discord, as my 'plus one.'"

"Discord?" asked Coral. "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Oh, he was that draconequus who a few years ago got loose," said Applebloom. "Luckily, Fluttershy here, along with sis, Twilight and their friends, stopped him."

"And you invited him? asked Coral, suspiciously.

"Oh don't worry Coral, he's been reformed," said Fluttershy cheerfully. "I became his friend, and he really is much different than-"

"WAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

Suddenly, a loud cry came up from near the Apple's house, as everyone turned to look. The screaming was coming from Gentle Bounty, whose massive bosom was wobbling and shaking, as a certain draconequus was bouncing on their exposed, yellow tops!

"Discord!" cried Fluttershy, rushing over to Gentle, with Coral right behind her. "What are you doing!?"

"Oh-hoh Fluttershy," the chaos-maker chuckled aloud, bouncing back-and-forth from one fleshy orb to another, "you have GOT to TRY this! I didn't know weddings could be so much FUN!!"

"Hey! Get off my wife's chest you, you, whatever-you-are!" cried out Chestnut.

"Oh don't be such a stick-in-the-mud," said Discord, and with a snap of his fingers, Chestnut suddenly found himself standing on his wife's right breast!

"Oh come now, your form is all wrong," said Discord to Chestnut, bouncing on Gentle's left breast, "You need to bend at the knees to-"

"DISCORD!!" came Fluttershy's voice again, as she stared up at him with an angry glare. "STOP PESTERING THIS NICE PONY, AND GET DOWN FROM THERE!!"

"Oh come ooon," he moaned, "the ceremony was sooo boring-"

"Now look," shouted up Coral, "if you don't come down from there well, I'll have to ask you and Fluttershy to leave!"

"Oh really? And just who are you? The valet?"

"He is the groom!" shouted up Fluttershy. "If you had paid attention during the ceremony, you'd know that it's his and Applebloom's wedding, and that's his mother you're jumping on. And, if he wants me to leave the party, Discord...I will!"

This caught the draconequus in mid-bounce, as he looked at her face.

"You'd...leave?" he asked, timidly.

"I...will," she repeated, in a tone that signified there was truth behind her words.

This seemed to do the trick, as Discord disappeared from atop his swollen perch, and appeared next to the group.

"And bring his father down too," she commanded.

A few moments later, Chestnut appeared next to his wife, who still seemed upset after having her breasts used as trampolines.

"Now apologize for what you did."

"Oh fine very well, I'm sorry," said Discord casually, not even making eye contact. "Well that's taken care of, when does the buffet start around here?"

As the family watched him walk away, Fluttershy turned to Coral and his parents.

"I'm very very sorry that happened," she said to Coral's mom. "He's still learning what it means to be a better pony. Are you alright?"

"I will be, dear," said Gentle, a little nervously.

"I'm really really, really sorry," said Fluttershy. "Please, if I can do anything to help you."

"Just, keep that thing away from my wife," said Chestnut, a tinge of fire in his voice.

"I'll do my very best," she said nervously, before she turned to Coral. "He didn't mean to hurt your mother. You believe me, don't you?"

"Don't worry, Fluttershy," he said, sensing that she really meant it. "Why don't you just get Discord back to his seat? Maybe we can talk later, okay?"

"Okay," she replied, as Coral returned to his seat, and she headed back to her table.

"Is Gentle okay?" asked Applebloom.

"She'll be fine," said Coral.

"I'll go over and talk with her and yer Dad for a bit," said AJ, getting up from her seat. "You two keep greetin' yer guests, okay?"

Coral felt a little more relieved, as he and Applebloom carried on with their hand-shaking and hugs. Finally, as the line dwindled down, Coral's face broke out in a huge smile, as his Aunt stepped forward, clad in a shiny, dark-green dress.

"Congratulations," she said politely, extending out a hand to shake.

"I'm so glad you came, Aunt Demure," smiled Coral, sprinting around the table, and giving her a hug, though keeping his bulging crotch from touching her. "This is the best gift of all."

"Well, I'm...I'm touched," she replied, hesitantly.

Coral then introduced his Aunt to Applebloom's relations, before leading her around to Applebloom.

"Hello Demure," she smiled. "It's so nice to finally meet you! Coral's told me nothin' but good things about you."

"Really?" she asked.

"Eeyup. Says yer one of the reasons he's so knowledgeable."

"Well, I don't know what to-"

Demure found herself caught off-guard, as Applebloom reached up to the side, and hugged her.

Coral was afraid his Aunt would pull away, but after a few seconds, she leaned down, and returned the hug.

"Thank you so much fer coming," said AB.

"You're welcome, dear," replied Demure.

"Say Auntie," said Coral, "there's someone else here who I think could also use a hug right about now."

"Oh? Who?"

And a few moments later, Coral had led his Aunt over to her big little sister. AJ and Chestnut's expressions upon seeing her showed surprise, while Gentle took one look at her sister...and promptly burst into tears!

"Gentle! Are you okay?" asked Applejack, but the enormous pony just kept sobbing.

Nopony moved, until Demure stepped forward, and put a hand on her sister's shoulder. She then kneeled down, until she was eye-level with her sniffling sister.

"Genny? What's wrong?" she asked.

Gentle stopped sobbing long enough to look up, trying to control her sobs.

"I...I've...missed you so much," she whimpered, and before Demure could react, Gentle's arms enfolded around her!

There was another moment of silence, before Demure's arms enfolded around what she could of her sister's body, and held her tight.

"I've missed you too," she replied, quietly.

The tender moment lasted for awhile, before Demure claimed she should get back to her seat for the rest of the wedding.

"Oh, Demure," said Gentle, wiping the last of her tears away, "You should be up here with us. You can sit next to me."

"Well," said Demure a little uneasily, "I'd need a chair-"

Suddenly, she was surprised as Pinkie Pie appeared, setting a chair down right beside Gentle.

"A good party planner is always prepared," she said, as Demure took a seat. "Oh, I almost forgot!"

A second later, Demure was holding a mug with white liquid in it, along with Gentle and Chestnut.

"There, that should do it!" said Pinkie. "Now, what say we get on with that toast?"

"Sounds good to me," replied Coral.

A few moments later, he had rejoined his wife and the wedding party at their table. Clapping his hands over his head, the guests turned their attention to him.

"Everypony," he began, "Applebloom and I cannot thank you all enough for your good wishes, and the gifts you have given us. Speaking of gifts, some of you may not know, that when Applebloom got her cutie mark, she became a milkmare."

A slight murmur filtered through the tables, before Coral motioned for quiet.

"My mother found out she was a milkmare in her late teens, and would sometimes tell me stories of what happened to her. One story she told me, was that on her wedding day, she and my father drank some of her milk. She told me, it was one of two times, where her milk was ever the most tasty. It was because she was so happy on that day, that her happiness affected her milk, and made it taste so good.
"The other day, Applebloom and I, decided to follow that tradition, but instead of just between us, we wanted to share our happiness, with all of you. You each have in front of you, a mug containing a fresh helping, of Applebloom's milk. Now, we do understand some of you may not want to drink it. It's your decision, and we respect it. However, those of you who are willing to give her milk a try, please, raise your mugs."

Slowly, a number of mugs rose up into the air. As Coral and Applebloom raised theirs too, Twilight delivered the toast.

"To Coral Leaf, and Applebloom."

And with that, those who had raised their mugs, took a drink.

Coral watched as some took long gulps, others small sips. However, he was thankful to see that no ponies had spit any out.

Coral had to admit, as the creamy white liquid filled his mouth and touched his tongue, that Applebloom's milk was indeed delicious! Coral was anxious to go for a 'fresh refill,' but kept himself from going for more in front of everypony.

"So, how was it?" asked AB, as she looked him in the eye. "Nice and fresh?"

"Oh yeah," he smiled.

"And now that we've toasted our new couple," said Twilight, "it's time for our wedding meal."

And with that, Twilight's horn glowed, and each pony found a 3-course meal, appearing in front of them!

For the next hour, the farmyard was filled with the clinking of silverware, as well as lively conversation. Coral even went to chat with his family. He was surprised to find that Demure had drank her mug, and Gentle told him to tell Applebloom that her milk tasted even better than hers on her wedding day!

Finally, everypony was finished, and Twilight magically cleared away the dishes and utensils.

"Well, I hope you all enjoyed that," she said. "And now, it's time to hear a few words, from our wedding party. First, let's start with our Best Mare, and one of my Best Friends: Applejack!"

There was a smattering of applause, as AJ stood up.

"Aw shucks, ah don't need all that," she said, causing a ripple of laughter through the crowd. "It's so nice to see you all here. Y'know, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you sometimes. Seems like only yesterday, Applebloom here was just a silly lil' filly, running around in the orchard. Next thing ah know, she's all grown up, and catchin' some lucky stallion's eye.
"I will admit, it took me some time to see what Applebloom and Coral had. Guess I was just too busy worrying about applebucking and all. Fortunately, they gave me a few big hints, and I finally got it.
"Coral, it took me awhile to see, but you proved yerself to me. You showed me how much you cared not just fer Applebloom, but also for me, Granny Smith, Big Mac, and even Sweet Apple Acres. It's clear to see that yer parents brought you up right.
"And Applebloom, you've grown in ways ah couldn't have ever imagined. Out of the house, and into the barn...though if yer mother-in-law is any indication, you might need a bigger barn in the future. Fortunately, ah think we have enough family members to help if that time comes. Right, Apples?"

A loud cheer rose up from the guests.

"And how bout those of you on Coral's side?"

There was some cheering, but not as much.

"S'okay if you've never raised a barn," noted Applejack, "We're more than willing to teach you how. Speaking of which, who wants to hang around and help us work on raising a new barn tomorrow?"

This was followed by cheering from both sides.

"Uh, Applejack, what's goin' on?" asked Applebloom.

"Well, this is a farm, sugarcube, and we do need a barn for what we do on it. And, since you and Coral need a place of yer own, ah figured I'd give you our current barn, and make that your little love nest."

"R-really?" asked Applebloom, excitedly.

"Well, you've been living in it for awhile now," replied AJ, "figure it must be nice and cozy by now. And like I said, if you do end up needing a bigger barn, I'll make sure you two are taken care of when the time comes."

"Aw, thanks, Applejack," said AB, giving her sister a hug.

There was a round of applause as AJ sat down, and Applebloom started talking.

"Well, this is certainly a big day," she smiled. "I got to marry my special somepony, and have all you all here to share the day with.
"There's just so many of you I wanna thank, but I'll try to be brief.
"First of all, Granny Smith, Big Mac, you've always been there fer me. You taught me all about being an Apple, and what it means to be family.
"Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, you two are the best friends any pony could have! I remember when I started sprouting, and well, now look at me! But you two took it in stride, like the great gals you are. Heh, though I wish sometimes I could share some of this with you both, and-"

"Well, why didn't you say so!?" came Discord's voice from the audience, silencing Applebloom. "And here I thought I'd forgotten to get you a wedding gift!"

The draconequus then snapped his fingers, leading to a sudden gasp from Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo.

The loudest of the gasps was from Applebloom, whose eyes grew wide, as her massive mammaries, seemed to shrink inside of her form-fitting dress! Pretty soon, her breasts had shrunk to the size of large beanbag chairs, as her dress' ample cups sagged on the ground like deflated balloons!

Suddenly, both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo shrieked, jumping from their chairs. As the crowd watched, their chests began to expand, taxing the fabric of their bridesmaid's dresses! Inch-by-inch, their breasts swelled larger and larger, until with a sudden tearing of fabric, the girls's chests burst through the material, and into view!

The destruction of two of her dresses causes Rarity to faint, missing out on the spectacle as the girl's chests swelled bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until soon, they too were of equal size, with Applebloom's shrunken chest!

There was murmuring in the crowd, and some mothers were doing their best to cover their children's eyes. Coral was doing his best not to stare, but even he seemed somewhat hypnotized by the three over-sized ponies before him, whose chests were weighing heavily on the tables in front of them!

While Applebloom seemed heartbroken at the reduction of her chest, Sweetie and Scootaloo were somewhat in awe of their new assets, poking and prodding their overflowing chests, as Fluttershy's voice was heard.

"Discord! That wasn't what she meant!"

"It, wasn't?" He asked. "But she said she wished-"

"She didn't mean it like that," retorted Fluttershy. "Look at all the trouble you caused. Now undo what you did!"

A few moments later, Sweetie and Scootaloo looked sadly on, as their chests shrank back to normal, and Applebloom's wedding dress top soon regained it's form-fitting over-abundance. Once the two bridesmaids were back to their normal sizes, their dresses magically repaired themselves.

It took Applebloom a few minutes to recover, before she went on.

"As I was saying," she continued, still trying to catch her breath, "You girls have always been there for me, and I couldn't have asked fer a better pair pf ponies as my friends.
"When I met Coral, I didn't see him as anything more than our farmhand. But thanks to you two, I soon realized what he saw in me, and I began to see something in him, and, realize how special he is.
"It was kinda funny, but I had never thought I would wake up, longing to see somepony as much as him. When I was away from Coral, it was like I was...unwhole. And now that we're married, I feel even more complete.
"But just as much as Coral is a part of who I am, there's another pony in my life who is just as important. And that's my big sister, Applejack."

There was a short round of applause, before Applebloom continued.

"Sis, there's nopony who could be my Best Mare, like you are. We've done what all good sisters do. We've laughed, we've cried, we've had our little quarrels, but in the end, you always show me how much you care. Sometimes, it takes a lot to get you to understand that, but, you always manage to find yer way there.
"I think I speak for both Coral and myself, when I say thank you: thank you for letting us be together, thank you for accepting our union, and, thanks for giving us the barn. I promise, I'll give it a couple of years at least before we need a bigger one."

The final line was followed by a mix of applause and laughter, as Applejack leaned down, and hugged her seated sister.

"Well, those were some wonderful words from our bridal party," said Twilight, happily. "And now it's time for our happy couple, to share their first dance together."

Twilight magically struck up a slow-dance song, as Sweetie Belle's magic helped guide Applebloom out of her seat, and to an area that had been designated for dancing. The white unicorn stood off to one side, her magic helping levitate her friend's breasts, for the special moment.

Once again, Applebloom hefted her enormous bosom in the air, before bringing it down around Coral, engulfing him once again, in the heavenly enclosure of her twin zeppelins.

The couple soon had their hands on each other's shoulders, as the dance began. As the two slowly moved in a circle, they whispered quietly to the other, and their eyes darted around to those watching them. As Applebloom's eyes darted over towards Coral's parents, a mischievous smile crossed her lips, and she whispered something into her husband's ear.

Once the dance was finished, the couple smilingly walked over to Gentle, Chestnut, and Demure.

"So, how was it?" asked Gentle.

"Heavenly," said Coral.

"And how are you holding up, dear?" she asked Applebloom.

"Oh, I'm doing okay," smiled Applebloom, "I was talkin' to Coral, and I think I got room for one more dance partner."

"Oh? And who might that be?"

Slowly, Applebloom backed up towards Coral's father, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Chestnut," she smiled, "care to dance with your daughter-in-law?"

"M-me?" he asked, dumbstruck. "You want to dance, with me?"

"Well, unless there's another Chestnut around here, then yes!"

"Oh, I don't know," he said. "I haven't danced in years and, besides, I've got Gentle to think about."

Applebloom's smile returned to her face, as she looked her mother-in-law in the eye.

"Genny," she asked, innocently, "would you kindly have your husband dance with me?"

"Chesney," cooed Gentle, "be a nice stallion, and honor the bride's wishes. Please?"

"Oh, well...all right," sighed Chestnut in defeat.

Coral chuckled as his Dad took Applebloom's hand, and let her lead him out to the area for the dance, with Sweetie Belle playfully tagging along next to him.

There were some murmurs and some chuckles, as Applebloom once again parted her bosom, and enfolded her father-in-law within her cleavage.

"If he wasn't already red, I bet we'd see him blush all the way over here," chuckled Gentle to her sister.

Twilight struck up another slow-dance, and the bride and her father-in-law, started to move.

Watching, Coral couldn't help but feel playful, and taking Scootaloo's hand, rushed over to Sweetie Belle's side.

The trio had some fun, waving and smiling at the dancing couple, causing Applebloom to giggle, and Chestnut to roll his eyes.

Finally, when the dance was done, Applebloom released Chestnut from her bosom, and politely walked him back to his seat.

"Thank you for the dance, Chestnut," she said, politely. "You should dance more often."

"Hey, wanna dance with me next?" asked Scootaloo.

"Oo, oo, and then me?" chimed in Sweetie Belle.

"One dance is enough for me," said Chestnut, a tone of finality in his voice. "I'm just gonna keep my Genny company for the rest of the night, thank you very much."

"Awwww," moaned Sweetie and Scootaloo, as they helped Applebloom back to her seat, and then took their seats at the table as well.

"Too bad, girls," said Applebloom, patting her girlfriends' hands, "but who knows? Maybe there are a couple nice stallions out there for you two."

Twilight played a few more slow-dances, which got a number of couples out on the floor. Eventually, she saw a number of Apple family members with their own musical instruments, and turned over the remainder of the evening's dance music, to them.

The Apple family members eagerly broke into a number of fast-paced dances, that soon had many a stallion and filly, bouncing and flouncing about the dance floor.

Applebloom and Coral happily clapped along to the dance numbers, and the rest of the wedding party followed suit.

Coral had a little fun, seeing a cousin of his standing off to the side, eyeing Sweetie Belle. A few moments later, he took the surprised filly by the hand, led her over to his bashful cousin, and soon, the two stepped into the joyous fracas of dancers. Applebloom pointed out one of her cousins eyeing Scootaloo, and Coral soon had the two of them dancing about as well! Applebloom and Coral had fun whooping things up, cheering on their cousins and the two bridesmaids, as the night wore on.

The dancing lasted for well over 4 hours. As night settled in, Twilight lit up the air wih a number of magical lanterns, illuminating the farmyard.

Of course, the day's festivities began tiring out a number of the guests. One-by-one, various family members began to retire to their tents, while a few of the guests from Ponyville, came up to say their goodbyes, and head back to town.

Eventually, Fluttershy and Discord came over to do the same.

"I'm feeling a little tired," yawned Fluttershy, to the happy couple. "Once again, Discord's very sorry for the trouble he caused, aren't you, Discord?"

"Yes yes yes, whatever you say," he responded.

"Fluttershy, would you mind if I had a few words with Discord, in private?" asked Coral.

"I don't see why not," said Fluttershy. "Discord, if you please?"

"Ohhh, do I have to?" he whined.

"Yes, you have to respect the groom's wishes," said Coral, casually.

"...fine," said Discord, following Coral over a ways past the Apple's barn.

"I wanted to discuss this with you in private," said Coral, once they were a ways away.

"Look, I already apologized for what I did to your mother," said Discord. "If it's about your wife and her friends-"

"Actually, it is," said Coral. "However, I just wanted to say...that was kind of, neat what you did."

"...really?" asked Discord, his eyes opening wider.

"Yeah. It was rather, interesting to see Applebloom's friends with breasts that big. Don't tell anypony this but, would it be possible you might be able to pull that stunt again in the future? I have a crazy idea I might want to try."

"Ooohh, I never would have pegged you as one for mischief," chuckled Discord. "We might be able to work something out down the line, I suppose."

"Sounds great," winked Coral. "If it works out, I'll get back to you. Deal?"

"Deal," smiled Discord, shaking Coral's hand, and giving him a wink. "You know, I thought there was something about you that I liked."

The two then headed back to the others, and Discord soon headed back to Ponyville with Fluttershy.

"What was that all about?" asked Applebloom.

"Oh, just wanted to talk to him in private about that thing he did to you and your friends," said Coral.

"Yeah, it was kinda, shocking. Did he apologize?"

"Yep. We came to an understanding."

Soon, the musicians began to wind down, signaling it was time for everypony, to head off to bed (something that Coral and Applebloom, were eager to do!).

As Big Mac and Granny Smith headed off to the farmhouse, Twilight unfurled Gentle and Chestnut's tent, and soon, she and Rarity (who had regained consciousness a few hours after her fainting spell), prepared to undress the prodigious pony. Twilight soon realized that Coral's Aunt Demure did not have a place to stay, and offered to 'magic' on an attachment for her. However, Coral's aunt claimed she didn't want to intrude on her sister, and brother-in-law.

When Coral found out that Demure didn't have a place to stay, he quickly told Applejack, who offered her the guest bedroom.

"Coral used to sleep up there," she told Demure, "but as of tonight, his new residence is the barn. You're more than welcome to stay as our guest."

Demure accepted the offer, and gave a small hug to her nephew and his folks. She also gave a small hug to Applebloom, before heading off inside.

Coral also took the time to hug his parents good night, before he headed off to the barn, leaving Twilight and Rarity to attend to Gentle.

No sooner had he left their tent, when Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo flanked him on either side.

"Soooo, is it time?" smirked Sweetie Belle.

"The moment you've been waiting for?" chimed in Scootaloo.

Coral was about to contradict them, but just knew it'd lead to more taunting.

I might as well give them what they want, he thought, and smiled as large as possible.

"Oooohh, yeaaahhh," he said.

His scheme, worked, and the girls simply giggled, as they came over to Applebloom, where Sweetie magically lifted her friend's bosom off the ground, and they headed off to the barn. Coral was about to follow, when Applebloom spoke up.

"Why don'tcha give us 15 minutes, okay honey?" she said. "Just want to make sure I'm all set for the night."

"Alright," replied Coral, as the girls headed off to the barn.

As Coral looked around, he saw Twilight dimming a few of the lights.

"Hey, Twilight," he called out, rushing over to her.

"Oh, hi Coral," she replied. "All set to turn in?"

"Sure am. Thanks so much for all you've done."

"Oh think nothing of it. Always glad to help out my friends. Oh, speaking of which, I think you may need my wedding present for tonight. Let's go get it."

Coral followed Twilight over to the gift table, and with her magic, she lifted out a large box.

"I had them specially-ordered," she said. "Rarity had to help me with some of the information, but they should be good for a start."

"Thanks," said Coral, hefting the box in his arms. "Um, what are they?"

"Wait until you two are alone," whispered Twilight. "And if you ever need more, just let me know."

"Ohh, ok," said Coral. "Oh wait, Zecora said she had something for us too!"

Setting down the box, he began digging through the other gifts. Finally, he found what he was looking for. It looked to be a large jar, wrapped in green leaves.

"Zecora was telling me about that," replied Twilight. "Hope it helps."

"Not gonna tell me what it is?" asked Coral.

"My lips are sealed."

"Well, I better head on over to the barn," said Coral, hefting the box and jar in his arms. "See you later, Twilight."

"You too," she called after him. "Tell Applebloom I said 'good night!'"

Coral felt his swollen crotch bouncing against the underside of the box, as he walked into the barn.

The girls had already gotten Applebloom's wedding dress off, and had already placed it in a nearby box. The enormous filly's bosom was covered with blankets, and from what Coral imagined...was probably the only thing she had covering her at the moment.

"Are you going to bed in your suit?" asked Scootaloo.

"Ooohh, right," said Coral.

Quickly putting down Twilight and Zecora's gifts, he sprinted into the house, and up to his (old) bedroom. There was no sign of Demure, leading him to think she must be using the family's bathroom. He quickly locked the door, and pulled out his pajamas.

Coral was able to get his suit-coat and shirt off alright, but his pants took a little longer to come off. He had to admit, he felt like he was going to cream his briefs, as he slipped into his pajamas.

Buttoning the shirt, he then sprinted down the hall (almost running over Demure, who was coming out of the bathroom!), almost fell down the stairs, and bounded across the quiet farmyard, returning to the barn, where Applejack and Rarity had joined the girls. Naturally, Rarity's eyes quickly alighted on Coral's bulging pants.

"Well, looks like you two are all set to turn in for the night," she said.

"Eeyup," said Applebloom and Coral at the same time, and then chuckling at what had just happened.

"So, guess that's our cue to take off?" asked Scootaloo.

"You sure we can't stay and keep you two company?" smiled Sweetie Belle.

"Ooo, are you suggesting a wedding night sleepover?" asked Rarity, playfully slinking over towards Coral.

Coral smiled a little, as behind the purple-haired 'seductress,' he could see the other ponies, looking rather nonplussed by her little performance.

"Sorry Rarity," said Coral, "as fun as that sounds, this barn is officially, a honeymoon suite. Maybe some other time, alright?"

Coral watched Rarity's face, fly through a series of expression that included shock, hurt, and soon ended in a pout. Coral playfully added a little more salt to her 'dramatic wounds,' as he strolled around the voluptuous curve of Applebloom's covered bosom, to sidle up next to his wife.

"Oh," said Rarity, trying to salvage her 'seductive attempts,' "well, I, better leave you two...um, to it! Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, shall we be going?"

"Not so fast," chimed in Applebloom. "Rarity, could you come over here? Ah have something I want to tell you."

Reluctantly, she walked up next to the naked yellow filly, who gave her a big hug.

"Thank you so much, fer all you've done," she told the fashionista. "You helped make our day so special."

"O-hoh-hoh," giggled Rarity, a bit of her bubbly personality returning, "I just merely...assisted! My works are nothing, unless they have a wonderful filly or stallion, filling them out."

"Hmm, speaking of 'filling out,'" giggled AB, "I think my husband should give you a hug goodbye too."

Rarity didn't have to be told twice, as she flounced over to Coral, who was ready with an embrace.

"Thanks," he whispered to her. "By the way, Twilight says you helped with her wedding gift to me."

"Oh yes," Rarity whispered back. "If they don't work out...just let me know."

"Um...what do you mean?"

"You'll find out," she smiled, giving him a little kiss on the nose. "Now then girls, shall we be off? Oh, and Applejack, be sure to take Applebloom's boxed dress into the house. Might be for the best."

"I'll be sure n' do that," replied AJ.

Next, it was Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo's turns to wish the happy couple good night, as hugs were given generously among the grouping of friends. Coral couldn't help but grin, as the girls playfully winked at him, before heading out of the barn behind Rarity.

"Bye Rarity! Bye girls!" called out Applebloom. "We'll chat in a few days, alright?"

"With juicy details, I hope!" called back Sweetie, with a playful giggle.

Pretty soon, the three ponies disappeared off into the distance, leaving only Applebloom, Coral Leaf, and Applejack in the barn.

"Well, here you two are," said AJ, breaking the silence. "Guess there's nothin' more fer me to say, cept...don't get too carried away, alright?"

There was another awkward pause, before AJ then turned away.

"Wait, Applejack," called out Applebloom, "ah don't get a good night hug and kiss from my big sis?"

Coral watched, as the orange pony turned around, and passing the expansive bosom of her little sister, sidled up next to her, and squeezed her tightly, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Ah love you, Applebloom," she said.

"Ah love you too, Applejack," replied AB. "As far as I'm concerned, yer the best big sister in all of Equestria."

"Even better than Princess Celestia?"

"...maybe?"

The sisters laughed at the little joke, before AJ let go of her sister, and walked over to Coral.

"Do I get a hug too?" he asked.

"Why not?" replied AJ, and hugged him tightly.

Coral was sure she would give his bulge some room, but he soon felt AJ's knees pressed against it.

"Yer one lucky stallion, Coral Leaf," she said. "You two enjoy yourselves, but don't get too carried away."

"I pinkie promise," said Coral. "In fact, we both do, right honey?"

"Sure do," said Applebloom.

"Cross our hearts and hope to fly," said the couple, going through the routine, "stick a cupcake in our eyes!"

"Well, guess that's all that needs to be said," replied Applejack. "Oh, actually, I had a special lock installed on the barn door, so you two can lock it from the inside, seein' as you'll be livin' here now. Just a little help to give you some privacy. Well, g'night!"

"Good night," sis," called out Applebloom.

"Good night, Applejack," called out Coral.

And with that, Applejack picked up the box containing her sister's wedding dress, and headed out the door. As she did so, Coral closed it behind her. A few moments later, she heard the locking of the door.

Once she was outside, AJ smiled to herself, and set the box down for a moment. Reaching into a hay bale next to the doors, she pulled out a "do not disturb" sign she had hidden earlier. She then placed it on a nail stuck out of the door.

Picking the dress box back up, she took a look around the quiet farmyard. As she gazed up to the starry sky above, she gasped at the sight of two falling stars, streaking across the heavens!

"Yup," she said to herself, watching them disappear over a hill some distance off. "I think they'll be fine, too."

And with that, she headed back to the farmhouse, where the warm glow from the living room window, beckoned.

Author's Note

Whew, now that was a marathon chapter!

I figured the wedding would be a big chapter, but I guess I made a smart decision, breaking up the family gathering into the previous chapter.

To me, this chapter is the curtain call for a lot of characters, as we wind down the story. I also liked giving some cameo time to other characters (such as Fluttershy and Discord!). There were even a few scenes that I had been chomping at the bit to have happen for some time.

I also feel the chapter is so long, because let's face it: most wedding ceremonies take a super-long time to get through! Some of what was experienced here, was me recalling the wedding of my cousin's daughter a year ago.

Of course, I truncated a few things, but felt that it would be nice to have the couple confess their feelings openly to each other. Some friends of mine did something similar to this at their wedding 7 years ago, where they openly thanked their parents during the ceremony, and addressed some of their close friends, who helped bring them together.

Writing the chapter, I was surprised about a few things:

having Applebloom wanting to dance with Chestnut, was a playful addition, and I felt it was a nice interaction, to have her ask Gentle Bounty to 'borrow' her husband. Plus, since AB doesn't have her Dad with her, I felt it was nice she could at least dance with her father-in-law.
When I completed the first draft, I realized that I had had Rarity faint after Sweetie and Scootaloo's dresses ripped apart...and that was the last we saw of her! Given how much fun I had had with her being secretly enticed by Coral's massive cock and balls since I started writing the story, I went back in, and gave her a more proper 'final note.' I think it works well, don't you?

And in case you're wondering, no, this is not the final chapter. I think some people out there, are really going to get a kick out of the next one. It won't be as long as this one...but it does get the blood flowing.

Currently, my goal is to finish the story before the start of the new year (or at least, before Christmas!). See you back here soon (I know you don't want to miss what's coming up next)!