You're not accustomed to driving out in the country, but the freshly painted sign over the gravel driveway tells you you've made it to the right place. "Sweet Apple Acres - Home of Megamilk." "Sweet Apple Acres" is sort of a weird name for a place that specializes in milk - it seems like it would cause some brand confusion - but that's probably why they don't print it very big on the bottles.
You pull up close to the barn, admiring the fresh, cheerful red paint job. Although you don't see anyone around, this place seems to be well-kept. It's not too surprising, you suppose, since Megamilk has been an overnight success. Your town, just a few dozen miles from this farm, was one of the first to get Megamilk in its grocery stores, and you can't get enough of the stuff. Although the label doesn't promise anything other than great taste and protein, its effects on you have been nothing short of miraculous. You have more energy than ever, you're putting on muscle, and it's been great for your mood and focus.
Well, at first it was actually kind of a problem for your focus, because for some reason drinking a bottle of Megamilk always makes you insanely horny. But it was too good to give up, so now you just schedule some extra time after your morning bottle for a quick jerkoff session.
Of course, you also like to have a bottle with lunch - so hopefully, if you manage to land this job at Sweet Apple Acres, there'll be a place you can discreetly jerk it on your lunch break. But as long as the job gives you what they promised over the phone - a good wage and all the Megamilk you can drink - you'll be happy. You don't really have the background for this kind of job, but you had to give it a try; Megamilk is your life these days.
As you approach the barn, you hear a pained, husky moan. Your imagination conjures up the image of a woman pleasuring herself, but it could just as easily be a sound of distress - and when the voice calls out "Help me!" that seems to settle the issue. You break into a sprint, rounding the corner to the farmhouse door, and look inside.
But it turns out it is a woman pleasuring herself. Sort of. The source of the voice is human-shaped, but there's... God, there's just so much of her. She's squatting on the barn's wooden floor, and in that position she's at least six feet tall - but if she stood up straight you're sure she would be over ten feet. Her limbs are thick with muscle, her thighs as wide as your shoulders. She's orange all over, seemingly covered in short, velvety fur. Her arms end in hooves, and her face is strangely... equine... but it's expressive in the same way that a human's is, and it's topped off by a cowboy hat. Her teeth are gritted in strain, her face flushed, her eyes turned upward... it's clear that something is causing her physical distress.
And you think you can guess what it is. You're sort of trying not to look at it, but one feature of her anatomy draws your attention more than anything else. She has a cock. An enormous cock, five feet long and lined with thick veins. It's thicker with your waist, and twitching with need, the tip slightly oozing with pre. There's some kind of band around it just below the tip - like a collar with a circular stone set into it.
"Mister," she groans. "Thank goodness yer here! Ya gotta help me!" Good lord, you'd forgotten that she could talk. Whatever she is, she's intelligent, and she's asking for your help. And... she's kinda beautiful, too. It feels strange to have that thought about a ten-foot-tall, musclebound... horse woman? But she's got a cute face, and the rest of her is strangely appealing to you.
"I'll help you!" you say. "What do I need to do?"
"Milk me, mister!" says the woman. "Please, you gotta milk me!"
For the first time, you notice the barrels all around the room. Big empty wooden barrels, with "Megamilk" printed on the side. Does Megamilk come from this poor creature? Is that why Megamilk is so... different? That should gross you out, but for some reason your thirst for Megamilk is undiminished. Maybe you could suck it straight from her tits...
"Okay," you say, "I'll milk you." You step forward, cautious of the strange, powerful creature you're approaching, but she doesn't make any threatening movements. It looks like she shouldn't be too difficult to milk - her breasts seem small compared to her muscles, but her nipples are huge, long enough that you'll be able to wrap your hands around them easily. As you come closer, you turn to look at the collar around her cock, and see "Applejack" printed on the side. "Applejack," you say, "Is that your name?"
"Yeah, that's me," says the horse woman. "Please, mister, please just milk me. I'm so backed up, it hurts so bad, mister..."
"All right, don't worry, you'll be okay..." you reach your hand out and wrap your fingers around her left nipple, feeling the warm, spongy flesh in your hand.
"Mmmph," she mumbles. "No, not that."
"What do you mean?" you say, taking your fingers off her nipple. "I need to milk you, right?"
"My cock," groans Applejack. "Ya gotta milk my cock."
You stumble backwards. "What?"
"They... they always milk my cock," she says. "They milk my cock, and the milk goes in the barrels..."
"Your... your cum?" you ask. "That's what they make Megamilk from?"
"I... I don't know nothin' about that, mister," says Applejack. "But I ain't been milked today, and my balls're so darn full... Please, mister! I can't do it myself, not with these hooves. Please milk me! Help me empty my balls, please..."
You look down at Applejack's balls. Her nutsack is tight, the smooth skin pulled taut, and the melon-sized nuts dangle just above the floor. And now that you know they're full of Megamilk... or the secret ingredient of Megamilk, at least... they're strangely tantalizing. You have to know for sure whether Applejack is really the source of Megamilk, and what better way to do that than to turn her cock into a fountain of the stuff? God, your mouth is already watering.
You step forward and wrap your hands around Applejack's cock. Her skin is smooth and soft, and she sighs as you begin to work your hands up and down. "Ahhh," she says, "Thank you, mister. Ah need this so much..." Without thinking, you lean in and smell her cock, filling your nostrils with the rich, musky scent. There is something in that scent that reminds you of Megamilk... it's starting to seem certain that this beautiful creature is the source of its unique properties. It makes sense that someone would try and exploit it, but it's not fair to her. You start to plan an escape: once you make Applejack cum, you can free her and bring her home. Not as a prisoner, of course; she'd be free to leave, but you would offer to keep her safe from anyone who would try and exploit her. And you'd gladly "milk" her whenever she needed it...
"My balls," says Applejack. "Please, mister, lick my balls."
"Huh?"
"It helps to get the milk movin'," she says. "Please, my balls are so full, ya gotta lick 'em." You hesitate; you were probably going to agree to it, but she doesn't give you the chance to make up your mind. She drapes her hooves over your shoulders and pushes down hard, making you drop to your knees. Applejack puts one hoof on the back of your head and pushes down, forcing your face down to where the base of her cock meets her ballsack. Her musk is incredibly powerful down here; you're breathing in far more ball-smell than you are oxygen. You push back against the hooves that are holding you down, but it's like pushing against solid stone. You can't so much as budge her arms. As helpless as she is to get herself off, she's much, much stronger than you.
You give in and start tongue-bathing her nutsack, sweeping your tongue along the taut, fragrant skin. Applejack gives you a little leeway to move your head once you begin, but any attempt to lift your head away is met with insistent downward pressure. There's a lot of ground to cover, but the smell of her nuts and the prospect of drinking her cum has you salivating, so you manage to get her balls slick all over. It genuinely does seem to be "getting the milk moving," too - her nuts slosh and groan under your tongue, rumbling audibly with the motion of the cum inside. It even feels like they grow as you lick them, as unlikely as that seems.
Applejack hooks her arms under your armpits and lifts your body upward - apparently that's her way of signaling that the ball-washing was sufficient. You're still salivating, and you're grown to like the taste of Applejack's body, so you lean your head forward and lick her shaft, drawing your tongue across the fat bulge on the underside. "Ohhh," moans Applejack, "I like the way you touch me, mister... I don't think I'd ever have a bad day if I had a man like you milkin' me..."
"I could milk you every day, Applejack," you say, as you draw your head back from her cock. "Would you like that?"
"Oh yes, mister," says Applejack. "I'm just a big dumb farm animal, but if I could choose how to live... I'd live with a man who touched me like you. It's different when you touch me, mister. I'm all warm inside... I'm gonna make so much milk for you."
"Mmm, that's good," you say, rubbing your cheek up against her shaft. "I want to taste your milk, Applejack. I want to drink it right from your cock." She hugs you close to her meaty member, holding you with such strength that you couldn't possibly escape if you wanted to. You lick the underside of her cock and lift your hands to its head, gripping the flare and massaging it with your fingers. You rub yourself up against her hot shaft, trying to use your whole body to jerk her off.
"It's comin'!" shouts Applejack. "I'm gonna give ya all my milk, mister... Oh, it's hot and thick, mister, I want ya to have all of it, I wanna watch ya fill yer mouth with my milk... an' swallow it down..."
Her cock throbs against your skin like a powerful heartbeat. She lifts your body up, until your face is level with the tip of her cock. You lean your head forward and put your tongue to her slit, licking up the precum that's already flowing from the warm, slick hole. It is Megamilk, but with a richer flavor and thicker texture. You make out with her cock-slit, sending your tongue deep into the hole to lap up all the thick, rich cum.
And then Applejack climaxes, dropping to her knees as a thundering flow of cum shoots through her shaft. You hold your mouth open and form a seal over her slit; in your passion and hunger, you're convinced you can drink everything her balls can produce. You're quickly proved wrong, because drinking from Applejack's cock is like drinking from a firehose. You quickly fill your mouth, but far more of her cum splatters over your face, splashes onto your body, and coats the floor around you. You gulp down your first mouthful and go in for another, then another; your mind and body are on fire with energy and arousal. He pre had been delicious, but her cum is beyond description. You never, ever want to swallow anything else for the rest of your life.
But even as her seed drives you mad with desire, your body can only take so much. You fill your stomach, then swallow everything your throat can hold, and even after that you make several fruitless attempts to gulp down more of her cum. Eventually you accept that you've drank all you can for now...
But those empty barrels could hold more. More cum for later. You wriggle out of Applejack's slackening grip and grab the base of her cock, using your boundless energy to move the massive shaft. It's easy enough to aim her cock so that her cum arcs into the barrels; plenty of it splashes out or overflows, adding to the thick layer of jizz that's coating the floor, but you manage to get three barrels filled before Applejack's orgasm becomes too weak to reach any of them.
Once her cum slows to a goopy trickle, you put your head against the underside of her cock and let her cum flow over your face, onto your tongue and down your body. You know you can't swallow anymore, but you at least want to taste Applejack's cum. You want to feel her warm, thick spunk covering your body. You want to smell like her cum.
You collapse against Applejack's body, leaning against her rock-solid abs, wrapping one arm around her shaft.
Applejack sits there panting, her cock still spurting the occasional glob of cum. You feel her breaths and heartbeat through her chest, and your thoughts turn to the future. You have to free her from the farm - it's unacceptable for a sentient creature to be exploited like this. And hell, even if you didn't care about that, you'd do anything to get more of her Megamilk. Her incredible, delicious cum. And she seemed to like the idea too, so-
"Okay," says Applejack, sounding more... self-assured? "Ya got the job, sugarcube."
"What?" you say. "The job?"
"That's what ya came here for, right? A job at Sweet Apple Acres?"
"Well, yeah," you say, "But that was before I knew they kept you..." You pause, thinking back on what you've seen today. "Wait, you're not actually tied up or anything, are you?"
Applejack wraps her hands around you again, holding you against her chest, next to her cock. "Now why would I tie myself up at my own farm?" she says. Casually, she removes the "hooves" on her forelimbs and wiggles the fingers underneath, just like that weird deer in that one episode of Adventure Time. You watch the hooves land in a pile of jizz; they're hollow plastic from the look of them.
"Wait," you say. "You own this place?"
"Sure do," she says. "That fun little romp was yer job interview. Ya got all the qualities I'm lookin' for in a milker: ya love Megamilk, ya ain't shy around big fat cocks, and ya filled three barrels without even bein' told to."
"So my job is just... jerking you off?"
"Well, not just me," says Applejack. "I been handlin' the 'milkin' on my own up til now, but now that my little sister's all grown up an' ready to join the family business, I figured we could use a cute little guy to make things quicker 'n more fun." She chuckles. "Applebloom is gonna love you, sugarcube. Ain't gonna be able to keep her hands off ya."
"Uh, all right," you say, struggling to take all this in. "Uh, speaking of which, are you gonna keep holding onto me like this?" You wriggle in her inescapable, muscular embrace.
"Sure am," says Applejack. "I like a little snugglin' after I get milked, and bein' my cuddle buddy is part of the job." She rolls onto her side, bringing you with her, and she brings her hand up to stroke your cheek. You close your eyes and feel your body relax; the Megamilk filled you with energy, but the strength of Applejack's embrace and the rhythm of her heartbeat are soothing. Your new job is different than you ever would have guessed, and better than you could have imagined.
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Applejack pulls the last box from the trunk of your car, easily holding it up in the palm of one hand. “Is that everything?” she asks, and you nod, slamming the trunk door closed. “All right,” she says, “Let’s get ya moved in!”
For the past few months, Applejack has been encouraging you to move into the farmhouse with her. With Applebloom all grown up and joining the team, she said, they’d need you around even more. And you put the decision off for a while, but you always knew you were going to say yes eventually. This strange job had already become your life, and you figured you may as well make it official.
Even before you moved in, you’d already gotten in the habit of staying overnight at the farmhouse. Your job wasn’t just to “milk” Applejack’s five-foot cock - you also helped her maximize production. And that meant spending the day flirting with Applejack, getting her worked up so that her balls would make more of Megamilk’s secret ingredient. You spent each day doing whatever Applejack felt like doing - sometimes “rasslin,” sometimes working in the small apple orchard, and sometimes just hanging around the farmhouse and letting her grope you. Over the course of the day, her balls would visibly grow, softly rumbling as they churned up her load. And at the work day’s end, you would jerk her off and collect the “milk” that shot from her cock in thick white geysers.
And the more time you spent with Applejack, the more milk she produced. Some nights you went to bed with her, falling asleep in her thick, powerful arms, with her massive meaty cock pressing against your back. And when you woke up, her balls would already be swollen with cum, hanging heavy and ripe between her legs. Now that you were moving in… she’d be producing extra-large loads every day.
And inevitably, a sizeable fraction of those loads would end up on you and in you. As soon as the Megamilk starts to flow, you’re gripped by a intense thirst, a desperate need to drink from her tip until your belly swells with cum. There’s no doubt that you’re well and truly addicted to Applejack’s cum at this point - but the side effects of gorging yourself on her seed are actually all great. All the positive effects you got from the store-bought Megamilk have been accelerated: you’re a lot stronger, more durable - even a little taller.
But you’re never going to be as big or as strong as Applejack - and honestly, you like it that way. A woman who can pick you up with one hand, a woman with a cock thicker than your waist, a woman who can coat you head-to-toe in cum when she blows her load… that’s the kind of woman for you.
And since she took the last box of your stuff, leaving you with nothing to carry inside, you decide to have a little fun with her. As you walk alongside her, you clamber onto the base of her stiff cock and sit with your legs astride it. Applejack doesn’t so much as flinch when you climb onto her cock; your increased height and boosted muscle mass make you a pretty heavy human, but the farmpony’s phenomenal strength can carry you effortlessly.
“Hm, excited fer today’s milkin’, are ya?” says Applejack, reaching down one hand to stroke your chest. “That’s good, ‘cus with Applebloom comin’ today, yer gonna have two cocks to take care of.”
Applejack pulls open the farmhouse door and steps into the front hall, still carrying you on her cock. You didn’t notice when you arrived at Sweet Apple Acres for the first time, but the farmhouse - naturally - is scaled for giant ponies, not for humans. The front door is immense, and all the furniture is way too big for you. One nice thing about moving in is that you’ll finally have chairs and a desk that are actually human-sized. You’ll also have your own bed, although you’re not sure how much use it’ll get.
“So… how is Applebloom getting here, exactly?” you ask, trying to make the question sound as innocent as possible. Whenever you’ve inquired about where exactly Applejack is from, she gets a little cagey. Where she’s from and how she got here is “kind of a secret,” apparently - but she always sounds like she’s a little embarrassed about it. You get the feeling that she’d like to tell you.
“She’s just gonna come over from the east side of the property, same as me,” says Applejack.
“Hang on,” you say, wrapping your arms around Applejack’s cock as she ascends the stairs, “So out to the east is… a colony of giant pony people?”
“Not exactly,” laughs Applejack. “But maybe I should explain things a little better, since you’re movin’ in and all. I’ll fill ya in soon, all right?”
“Sounds good,” you say. The two of you arrive at your room, and Applejack sets the box inside. Like the rest of the house, your room is spacious, with very high ceilings - at least, from the perspective of a human. It also has an east-facing window, and once she sets down the box Applejack turns towards it and stares out. Initially you can’t see what she’s looking at - her enormous tree-trunk cock is in your way - but when you lean to the side, you see a small yellow figure crossing the fields .
Actually, if you’re judging the distance correctly, it’s a big yellow figure, about as big as Applejack. A yellow pony, with a mane of red hair and a red tail bobbing behind her as she walks. “Applebloom!” says Applejack. “She’s here!”
Applejack bounds down the stairs, still carrying you on her cock - and it’s a bumpy ride. You hug her shaft as she takes the stairs two at a time, your body rubbing against her with each bump. Your cock is pretty damn hard at this point; Applejack isn’t the only one who spends each day getting hornier and hornier. You could use a little relief - and hopefully Applebloom’s arrival will give you the opportunity you need.
Applejack opens the front door of the farmhouse, throwing her arms wide and calling out “Applebloom!” to the young pony woman who was approaching. You get a much better look at Applejack’s sister now - she’s not quite as tall as Applejack, but she has about the same physique: her ten-foot frame houses thick muscle from head to toe, and like her sister she wears it well.
She breaks into a run once she hears Applejack call her name, and her running highlights one difference between Applebloom and her sister: Where Applejack has large breasts for her size, Applebloom has a huge set of knockers, big yellow melons that bounce joyfully as she runs. It’s almost enough to make you wish you were going to “milk” her in a more traditional sense.
Speaking of which, you withhold judgment on her stallionhood for the moment. It’s soft - which is rarely the case with Applejack - and her balls look like they’re roughly the size of your head, which is small by the standards you’ve come to know. But there’s going to be plenty of time for that to change.
The ground shakes as Applebloom draws near, and soon she’s leaping at you, launching herself into her sister’s arms. You, of course, are still riding Applejack’s cock - so the hug pins you between their bodies. Your back is shoved up against Applejack’s abs, and your head is embedded in her cleavage. The hug forces her cock upright, so your face is smushed against it - and when you breathe in, the musk of her cock hits you full-force. Her rich sexual scent is always powerful, but when your face is right up against her, you suddenly feel as if you’re swimming in it.
But another scent has joined the bouquet. Applebloom’s body is close to you, and her scent, while strong, is a bit less rich than her older sister’s. More floral, a bit sweeter. It fits her name, you suppose.
“Big sis!” says Applebloom, stepping back from the hug. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m finally gettin’ started! I got my cock ring on an’ everything, I’m all ready to go!” She lifts her flaccid cock, displaying the band wrapped around it, just below the tip.
On your first official day of work, Applejack explained the purpose of the band she wore around her cock. Storing up a massive load of cum all day long wasn’t exactly natural for ponies; without the band, she’d have a hard time resisting the urge to release the pressure throughout the day. The band helped her keep her composure - and prevented her cock from leaking - while the load in her balls got bigger and bigger. This was accomplished, according to Applejack, via “magic.”
Applebloom’s gaze slips downward, and her eyebrows rise as she sees you, still atop her sister’s dick. “Oh, is that him?” she says. “Oh my gosh, he’s cute!” Without warning, she picks you up by your shoulders and brings you into a hug. It’s one hell of a hug, too - your head is totally submerged in her cleavage, and your dangling legs bump against her growing, stiffening cock.
You find it a little funny that she called you “cute”. By human standards, you're a hunk. You didn't exactly start out that way, but Megamilk has transformed you into a tall, beefy paragon of masculinity. Compared to Applejack and her sister, though… cute is probably the right word for you. They're the most beautiful women you've ever seen, but their muscles and their cocks outclass yours easily.
“My big sister says you're a real good milker,” says Applebloom's. “She says you really know yer way around a big cock… I hope you like milkin’ me as much as you like milkin’ her.” Under your feet, you feel her shaft growing harder, thickening and rising. Pretty soon you're going to be riding her cock just like you were riding her sister’s.
“Mmm, I'm gettin’ bigger already,” says Applebloom. “Applejack says you're good at gettin’ a mare hot ‘n’ bothered too… I wanna see how big you can make my nuts grow. I always pump out some pretty big loads, but with you helpin’ me out… I bet I can make lots ‘n’ lots of Megamilk.”
“That's the truth,” chuckles Applejack. “Applebloom wakes up with sticky sheets more often than not, an’ she paints the bathroom walls white every time she showers… but now that she's got you to milk her, all that cum’s gonna go to good use.”
Applebloom released you from her embrace, letting you drop onto the base of her cock. It's fully hard now, and like her sister’s, it's more than strong enough to support your full weight. You turn yourself around, so that you're facing the same direction as Applebloom, and try to size up her dick. It’s shorter than Applejack’s, but not by much; it seems like the little sister is just a bit smaller all around.
“So what do we do here?” Applebloom asks her sister. “I know I'm gonna let our little milker help me work up a nice big load… but what do we actually do?”
“Depends on the day,” says Applejack. “You just decide what you're in the mood for. Whatever you think’ll make yer balls churn up more cum, you just make this little guy do it. But if it's up to me, I reckon a little work in the orchard won't do us no harm.”
“All right!” says Applebloom, and the three of you set off towards to the orchard. Of course, you're still just a passenger, riding on Applebloom’s giant yellow cock, but it's a pleasant ride. Her cock bobs with each step, making your body jostle along with it, and her boobs slap softly against the back of your head as they jiggle. It's getting you even more turned on, and it seems to be having the same effect on Applebloom; you can faintly hear the telltale rumble of cum production from below.
Sweet Apple Acres’ apple orchard is pretty modest in size: just a single acre or so. Applejack has told you that back where she's from, she had a much larger one - but these days, with Megamilk being the farm’s focus, growing apples is more of a hobby. It's also one of her favorite ways to pass the time with you - watching you work never fails to get her excited.
At the edge of the orchard, Applebloom stops to inspect one of the trees. It's not much taller than she is, and she's easily able to pick a ripe one from its branches and hold it between her thumb and forefinger. “Wow, you got little ones!” she says. “Are these from around here?”
“Yup,” says Applejack. “Gotta be careful when you buck those! Don't wanna kick ‘em right outta the ground. The big ones’re a little further back.”
“The big ones” are trees from wherever Applejack is from. Like the farmhouse, they're essentially a scaled-up version of what you're familiar with. The trees themselves are about fifty feet tall, and the apples are nearly the size of cantaloupes, big enough that they look normal-sized in Applejack’s hands. And in between the native trees and the giant ones, there’s a row of hybrids; breeding experiments between the two types.
“So,” says Applebloom, placing a hand on your shoulder, “what'll you do while I'm workin’?”
“Whatever you want,” you say. “I'm all yours, Applebloom. I just wanna see you shoot the biggest load you can. So whatever makes your nuts grow… that's what I'll do.”
“Oh my gosh…” whispers Applebloom, her freckled yellow face growing flushed. “Just hearin’ you talk like that is… mmmph…” You can hear the rumble of Applebloom’s balls becoming a low growl as her cum production spikes.
You slide down from Applebloom’s cock and land softly on the grass. “If you're not sure what you want,” you say, “why don't I try something?” Applebloom nods, and you drop to your knees between her legs, putting your face just inches from her dangling nutsack. You lean forward, burying your face in the soft, smooth skin of her scrotum, and wrap your arms around her balls.
Her nuts are still humming with cum production, already bigger now than when she met you at the farmhouse door. Over the past few months, you've grown to have something of an obsession with Applejack’s balls, and your love of big, heavy mare nuts is just as strong when you're pleasuring the younger Apple sister. These swelling globes are the source of Megamilk, the delicious, miraculous drink that changed your life - and soon you're going to taste a brand new flavor.
“Applebloom,” you moan, nuzzling your face against her nuts, “your balls are so big… your musk is enchanting… I can't wait to make you cum and taste your delicious cock milk…”
"Mmm, yeah," moans Applebloom, starting to slowly stroke her immense shaft. "I hope ya like my milk... my sister says when she comes, ya drink till yer belly's all swollen... I want my nuts to get big 'n' full so you get lots 'n' lots to drink. I wanna see yer gut all fulla my milk..." She groans, and her hips buck, making her heavy sack swing into your face. "Yer real good at massagin' my balls," she says. "Ooh, but could ya maybe work my cock a little?"
"Whatever you want," you say, rising to your feet. You wrap your arms around her shaft and press your face against the underside, letting out a hot breath onto the thick cumvein. You lick at the smooth skin of her shaft, trailing your tongue across the veins that stand out from its surface. Now you're not just breathing in her scent, you're tasting it - and your obsession with her cock is turning the corner into outright worship.
"Oh wow," groans Applebloom, "Fer someone so little, you sure know how to touch a big girl's cock... gosh, this cock ring really works, don't it? Normally I'd be leakin' all over the place by now... and I'd be real close to cummin'... but I ain't spilled a drop and my balls're still gettin' bigger and fuller..."
You try to imagine what the farm would be like without the magical cock rings. Applebloom and Applejack, walking around with their five-foot-long hard-ons, spurting miniature loads of thick, creamy Megamilk from the tips of their cocks. Maybe getting a little too excited and blowing their loads early, flooding the living room with cum or watering the apple trees with their seed. It sounds like fun... but then, you wouldn't get that extra-big load at the end of the day.
You look down at Applebloom's balls and see them hanging down to her knees - a state that Applejack takes much longer to get to. "Damn, Applebloom," you say, between licks of her cock, "you grow quick, don't you?"
"Not this quick... not usually..." gasps Applebloom. "But the way yer touchin' me is... mmm, it's real good... and yer so darn cute..."
"Applebloom!" calls Applejack sternly, carrying a full basket of apples under one arm. "It looks to me like you ain't workin at all! Yer just foolin' around with the handsome little farmhand, ain'tcha?" You look back at Applejack, and you see the grin she's wearing; it's pretty clear that she approves of what the two of you are doing.
"Yeah," says Applebloom, pretending to be ashamed. "I couldn't help it, there's just somethin' about the way he touches me... gropin' and lickin' my cock, makin' my nuts grow... plus ya didn't tell me how cute he was..."
"Well, if yer so sweet on him," says Applejack, her grin widening, "why don't ya get yourself a better look at him? Strip off that shirt and them jeans, see what he's got underneath."
Applebloom's ears perk up, and her face takes on a deep red blush. "Oh!" she says, and looks down at you. "Um, would that be okay?"
"Yeah, of course," you tell her.
And almost before you finish speaking, Applejack offers her thoughts on the matter. "You ain't gotta ask, little sis," she says, running a hand along the side of her giant orange cock. "Look how little he is. You could pick him up like a doll an' strip him naked, and there wouldn't be a thing he could do about it. Plus, you already got him worshippin' your cock and your ballsack. You think he's gonna have a problem with you gettin' him nude? Bein' your little sex toy is his job, Bloom - and now that he's livin' with us, it's his life. He's here to serve yer cock, all day an' all night - so whatever you wanna do to him, go ahead an' do it."
Applejack's words seem to come as a bit of a surprise to Applebloom - although from the way her nuts rumble and swell with cum, not an unwelcome surprise. You, however, recognize this as a sort of persona that Applejack sometimes slips into. Most of the time she's easygoing, but from time to time she turns dominant, playing up her strength and size and the way your addiction to her cum gives her power over you. It sounds like she’s trying to get Applebloom into it - and from the way Applebloom bites her lip as she looks down at you, it seems like it’s working.
Applebloom reaches down her hand and wraps her fingers around your shoulders, lifting you from the ground and placing your butt in her other hand. Then, still staring at you like you’re a succulent piece of meat, she slips her fingers under the hem of your shirt and begins to pull it up and over your head. You raise your arms as she pulls it away, then recline in her hand as she strokes your bare chest. She finds her way down to your waist, and her fingers knead your crotch as she begins to work at your belt.
Like the rest of her, Applebloom’s fingers are big - and they’re a bit too thick to easily undo your pants. But you just lie back and let her work - and in time, her lustful fumbling manages to undo your belt and your fly. She pulls your jeans and your boxers off in one motion, leaving you sitting naked in the palm of her hand.
“Ooh, you got a good little body,” she says, lifting her hand to bring you closer to her face. “And a nice hard cock…” She opens her mouth wide, extending her tongue, and licks your body from your crotch up to your shoulders. Your hips jerk as her wide, warm tongue slides across your cock - and in spite of your enhanced sexual stamina, you almost cum then and there.
“I know what I wanna do with you,” says Applebloom, as she lifts her head away from your body, “An’ I’m gonna do it…” She brings you around to the underside of her cock and holds your body against it - then she starts to slide you up and down its length, pleasuring herself with your naked, slicked-up body. The warm and musk of her cock are overpowering, and the feeling of being used like this is intoxicating.
“Good thinkin’, Applebloom,” says Applejack, approaching the two of you. “Our little milker looks much better without all them clothes on. An’ - holy heck, yer nuts are growin’ fast! I think we better get ya to the barn, or else we won’t have enough barrels to hold all yer milk!”
“Okay,” gasps Applebloom. “Lead the way, sis…” She walks behind Applejack, around the side of the farmhouse, down towards the barn. And all the while, she’s still rubbing your naked body against her five-foot cock. Your dick, thanks to Megamilk, has grown in girth and length - but feeling it rub up against Applebloom’s immense member is a reminder of just how much bigger she is. Her big, thick, meaty cock is all over you - and the sensation is pushing your past your limits. As Applebloom crosses the threshold of the barn, your hips begin to buck involuntarily as your climax builds.
“Don’t look now, but I think the little guy’s ready to pop,” says Applejack.
“Yeah?” grunts Applebloom, pulling you away from her cock. “Mmm, I got another idea…” She lifts you to her face and opens her mouth again - but this time, instead of licking your body, she just sticks out her tongue and waits for you. When you cum, your cock fires long, thick ropes of jizz directly onto Applebloom’s tongue - except for one, which arcs upwards and lands on her snout. Grinning, she licks up the errant splatter of seed and swallows it down.
“Not bad,” says Applebloom. “Not enough of it to bottle, though… wanna taste mine now?”
“Oh my god, yes,” you gasp, and Applebloom sets you down on the floor of the barn.
“If you want milk,” says Applejack, “Yer gonna have to work for it, just like always. Help Applebloom get started, wouldya?”
You know what that means. You kneel in front of Applebloom, ready to massage her nuts and “get the milk movin’” - but when you drop down between her legs, you’re faced with something jaw-dropping. “Applebloom…” you stammer, “y-your balls…”
“I know, right?” says Applebloom, reaching down to cradle one testicle in her hand. “I didn’t even know they could get this big!” Her sack is gigantic, bigger than you’ve ever seen Applejack’s get. Her balls hang practically down to her ankles, round and heavy with seed… and they’re still sloshing and rumbling as even more cum is produced.
You just have touch those big, beautiful balls. You let yourself fall forward, burying your face in her sack, sinking your head into the space between her enormous nuts. Her scent, her lovely musk, is still sweet and floral, but it’s so much stronger than before. And as her balls overpower your senses, your mind also becomes submerged, lost in a fog of worshipful lust. You lick at her fat yellow sack, feeling her balls churn and swell as you lovingly tongue-wash them.
“Oh!” cries Applebloom, as you go to work on her ballsack. “Oh my gosh, yer makin’ ‘em bigger, they’re still growin’... oh, you’re really somethin’, mister… the way yer lickin’ all over my nuts, makin’ ‘em grow… I’m gonna make such a big load for you… gonna fill so many barrels… an’ I’m gonna give ya all the milk you can drink… gonna be hot ‘n’ thick when it fills up yer belly…”
She’s practically in a frenzy now, stroking her cock from the medial ring to the tip, sliding both hands along the shaft. But it seems that inspiration strikes her again, and one hand reaches down and lifts up her nutsack, pulling it out from under you. You fall to the barn’s floor, disoriented and longing to feel her balls on your face again.
And it takes no time at all for you to get what you want. You roll onto your back, and above your head you see Applebloom holding up her giant yellow ballsack. Then she lets it drop - one ball smacks into your face, and the other one hits your chest hard enough to knock the wind out of you. You’re buried under her ballsack, lost in darkness and swimming in musk. It’s wonderful. Mouth watering, you lick at her skin and massage her nuts with both hands.
You feel a second set of nuts settle on your crotch. That would be Applejack, kneeling over you, joining her sister in teabagging you. But she’s not just letting them hang - she’s pressing down on them, kneading her balls into your body, massaging your crotch with her enormous nuts.
And then, on your head and your chest, there’s even more pressure. Applebloom’s balls seem to grow ten times heavier in the space of a second - and as the weight bears down harder, you realize that she’s sitting on them. She’s using her nuts like a beanbag, bringing down nearly all her weight on top of you, burying you deep beneath her big, sloshing balls.
The weight should have been unbearable - but your diet of Megamilk has made you even tougher than you look. It’s intense, even painful, to have a giant pony smothering you with her giant balls - but it’s worth it to have that big yellow nutsack all over you, rubbing its wonderful musk all over your naked body. They’re still growing, getting wider and heavier each second.
Soon - too soon - both sets of balls lift away from your body. “I think we’re about ready to start pumpin’,” says Applejack. “I could let you two go longer, but Bloom’s nuts are almost to the floor and I’m startin’ to feel like the little sister. So how about you finish us off?”
“Yeah,” you say, rising to your feet and looking between the two enormous cocks on either side of you. “So… who wants to go first? I don’t think I can… do two at once…”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” says Applejack. We got that figured out.”
Applejack steps toward you, looming overhead - and you turn around to see Applebloom coming closer as well. Grinning ear to ear, she picks you up with both hands and lifts you until your face is level with the tip of her cock. Then she presses you against it, just like she did right after she stripped you - but this time you feel Applejack’s cock press into your back. Applebloom’s hands release you, but you stay pinned between their two hard, five-foot-tall cocks. The sisters embrace, wrapping their arms around one another, and then they start to pump their hips. Their cocks slide up and down your body, stroking every inch of you with thick, musky meat.
“Not bad, huh?” says Applejack. “Me ‘n’ Applebloom are doin’ all the work! All you gotta do is be a warm little body for us to rub our cocks against! Mmm, our milker makes a good little toy, doesn’t he, Bloom?”
“Yeah,” gasps Applebloom. “I didn’t know he’d be so darn cute… an’ that feelin’ him touch me would make my nuts so big… oh, sis, I’m so fulla cum right now… my balls are all big an’ swollen with milk… mmh, they’re a little sore from all this growin’, but when I cum… oh, it’s gonna be big…”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to see yer load, Bloom,’ says Applejack. “And I bet our thirsty little milker is just achin’ to taste it.” She’s pumping her hips faster now, and Applebloom is matching her speed. Without Megamilk’s benefits, you’d be battered senseless by the giant dicks frotting against you - but thanks to your extra-durable body, you can just enjoy it, basking in the warmth and the mingling musk of the two mares’ immense cocks.
“Ooh, yeah,” moans Applebloom, “I really want you to drink my milk, mister… I’m gonna make a whole lot, so drink as much as ya want. I can make more, I’ll make as much as you want… all you gotta do is touch me… lick my balls, stroke my cock, make my balls churn up a big thick load of milk for ya… I’ll keep pumpin’ big loads every day as long as I got you to milk me…”
The two massive marecocks begin to twitch and throb, making your body shudder with each powerful motion. Helpless to hold yourself back, you come, spilling your spunk onto the underside of Applebloom’s cock. But your orgasm is about to be outclassed; on either side of you, you feel the rhythmic motion of the mares’ cocks as they start to pump their respective loads. There’s a moment’s delay as the fluid ascends each five-foot shaft - but then, right before your eyes, the slit on the tip of Applebloom’s cock widens and releases its first jet of warm, thick Megamilk.
You can’t move much, trapped between two huge cocks, but you can lean your head just far enough forward that her cum hits you square in the face. Your entire face is instantly drenched, coated in the thick layer of pony seed - but some of it, a lot of it, gets in your mouth.
Between milkings, you get by on bottled Megamilk, the same type you used to buy in stores. And it’s fine, but nothing compares to fresh, warm Megamilk straight from the balls of a big, beautiful mare. Nothing else in the world is as wonderfully thick and creamy and delicious as a mouthful of marecum, and as soon as you gulp down your first swallow, you’re opening your mouth for more. By the time you even stop to think about the taste, you’re four mouthfuls in, and your body is dripping with cum, drenched by the thick spurts of seed coming from the throbbing cocks on either side of you.
The good news is, Applebloom’s Megamilk is great. Like the scent of her big, beautiful balls, it’s sweet and rich and satisfying. And it feeds the same hunger as Applejack’s milk. The need, the bone-deep addiction to thick, creamy mare cum. Instinctively, you're drinking as much as you can from every fresh geyser of Megamilk, slurping and gulping and going in for more. You feel your belly swell, growing past the point where you'd ordinarily feel stuffed.
Your need for Megamilk goes far beyond mere hunger; you're not satisfied until your body has no space left to hold more. And in return for your devotion, Megamilk nourishes you like nothing else on Earth. Applebloom’s cum is a miracle drink, a life-giving nectar, and her immense yellow cock is a ceaseless fountain of liquid love.
In time, your belly is filled to capacity, and after trying in vain to swallow more Megamilk, you close your mouth and release a satisfied sigh. But the mares aren't done coming; on either side of your bloated body, their cocks pump Megamilk up from their balls and release it into the air.
While you're getting your fix of Megamilk, your mind can't focus on anything else. But once you emerge from that reverie, you remember that you still have work to do. You shake your cum-drenched body, finding it just slick enough that you can escape the enormous marecocks and slide down to the floor.
Once Applejack has reached climax, you're responsible for guiding the jets of Megamilk into the barn’s collection barrels. But you're not sure how to approach the job when two mares are coming at once; Applejack’s dick is heavy as hell, and it requires all your strength to keep it steady while it’s pumping cum.
Fortunately for you, Applejack takes hold of her cock and takes aim at the barrels on her side of the barn. She’s not as accurate as when she has your help - she’s still splattering the walls and soaking the floor - but she's managing well enough that you feel fine about turning all your attention to Applebloom.
Applebloom definitely needs your help. She’s totally lost in climax, just moaning as she paints the walls with Megamilk, not even glancing at the barrels she's supposed to fill. You grip her cock with both hands and pull it downward, directing the next jet dead-center into an empty barrel.
“Oh mister, oh golly…” gasps Applebloom, as she feels your hands on her cock, “I ain't never cum like this before… it’s comin’ out so f-fuckin’ hard and fast…”
“It's okay,” you say, redirecting her cock to another barrel as you see the first one overflow. “You're doing great, Applebloom, and your Megamilk is really good.”
“It’s good?” asks Applebloom, and her cock throbs forcefully, bucking out of your grip. “That makes me real happy… all this time I just wanted to make it real good for ya… so you'd wanna milk me every day an’ drink it up…”
You grab her cock again, holding it as steady as you can - but it's bucking harder now, firing thicker, longer jets of Megamilk. “It's so good,” you say. “I have a belly full of it right now, and all I can think about is getting more.”
“That's good,” grunts Applebloom, “cuz… cuz I don't know when I'm gonna stop comin’... it's never lasted this long before, an’ my balls still feel so darn full…”
Applejack had set out six barrels for Applebloom, which was a reasonable estimate. But it doesn't take you long to fill all six, and Applebloom is still coming, shooting gallon after gallon of Megamilk with nowhere to go but onto the walls and the floor of the increasingly cum-soaked barn.
Applejack, at this point, is done with her orgasm, and you turn to her for guidance. “Damn, little guy,” she says, brushing a sticky strand of hair from her freckled face, “I thought I went crazy when ya touched my cock… but my little sister’s even sweeter on ya than I am! We're gonna need some more barrels next time if yer gonna have this effect on her!”
“So what do we do now?” you ask.
“Well, I ain't worried about a little lost product,” she says. “Not when we got yer skillful hands and my sister’s big ol’ nuts. So here’s what I propose...”
Without another word, Applejack picks you up and presses you to her dick… and then she embraces her sister, once again trapping you between the two mares’ enormous cocks. Applejack’s is motionless, and a bit soft, while Applebloom's is rock-hard and still shooting its load all over the barn. Applejack guides Applebloom down to the floor, and you find yourself in a familiar position: the traditional post-milking cuddle. Only now, you have two beautiful, big-dicked mares pressing their bodies against yours.
Applejack's fingers, powerful but gentle, stroke your bare, sticky chest as you lie together. Applebloom, still coming, grabs your ass, kneading it lustily with one hand. And you simply lie between them, resting your head on the big, soft pillows on Applebloom’s chest. You rest easy, satisfied with a job well done.
