Author's Note

Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:

(Feral) Breast Expansion
(Feral) Male Breasts
Lactation
Tail Fetish

Taming Her Tail

Stepping through the doorway, Big Macintosh saw a plethora of pastries all lined up one after the other, some paired up and others standing out alone. The counter top was almost overflowing with baked goods and treats. At the end of it all, the stove had on top of it a tray of potato chips that seemed a little darker than usual. He assumed that these were the crispy restorative chips that Pinkie had mentioned earlier. Their baked aroma, despite being burnt slightly, was as enticing as everything else around him.

“I don’t think I’ve seen this much food in one place since the last family reunion lunch,” Big Mac commented as Pinkie bounced down to the other end of the room, moving her chips and placing a large kettle onto the gas stove.

She bounced past cakes, tarts, cupcakes, fudge, pies, doughnuts, brownies, puddings, muffins, custards, sweet rolls and dozens upon dozens of types of chocolate. It looked like she was planning for a party of dozens of guests. “You are only planning on the two of us for whatever this is, right?”

“Oh we’ll see,” Pinkie practically sang from the other side of the room, her face noticeably redder than it had been when they walked in together. In fact it didn’t just appear to be her face, but her ears and mane too. In fact, every bit of her was slowly fading to red. “Some of these experiments are meant for more than two ponies. Maybe we’ll have to invite your new mare-friend over later.

“Pinkie, what do you mean by ‘Experiments’?” Big Mac asked, watching the now red pony pop a cupcake in her mouth only to slowly start turning as green as the icing had been on the top of the now-digested pastry. “Why are you turnin’ all the colors of the rainbow?

“Well,” Pinkie said, popping a chip in her mouth, her signature pink mane and pink body almost instantly returning. “I’ve gotten a few books from Twilight about magical spells and food, and I wanted to try a few recipes myself. I miiiight have gone a little overboard.”

She gave an embarrassed smile before bouncing excitedly up and down over to Big Macintosh. “So what’cha wanna try first, cutie?” she asked, leaning onto the farmer and letting her tail brush against his backside. Big Mac gave a half-sincere smile, as a response, slightly terrified of the potential power of the magical spells that were strewn on the counter top in front of him. All the while he remained slightly aroused at both the thought of what they could add to this tension and the feeling of Pinkie’s soft rump almost grinding against his own.

He could feel the baker’s almost incessant energy with each twitch of her ears and each minute hop in her muscles. Before he could even give a proper response, he felt an odd brushing sensation against his half-erect cock. Darting his eyes backwards he could see Pinkie’s tail expertly snaking its way down his leg, and the feeling of gentle hair stroking his penis suddenly became very apparent.

Whether this was a pastry’s doing or not, the sensation was indescribable. He could’ve sworn that her tail felt exactly like silk gently brushing his genitalia. Soon he could feel Pinkie’s body heat match his own as she leaned harder into his course, worn fur. “Better pick something soon,” her hot breath whispered in Macintosh’s ear. “You might not be able to think straight if you let me go long enough.”

Big Mac took a gulp, already starting to feel wave after wave of tingling and pleasure hit him with each stroke of her magical hair. He didn’t want to be rash about his choice, because he knew how powerful some spells can be. He could still recall that brief moment he had watched that unicorn, Trixie, change someone’s age around. He knew Pinkie would be sensible, but with his brain being attacked by endorphins and his cock being stroked by the cute pink pony, he could barely think straight. It didn’t help that she failed to tell him what any of the pastries did.

He could already feel his hips involuntarily reacting to Pinkie’s expert strokes. Stepping away from her for a second to let himself cool off enough to think, he looked over the spread in front of him. “If you want me to help you, you gotta give me time to pick my rotten apple, Ms. Pie.” Shaking off his saddlebags as Pinkie gave a sultry smile, he took a closer look at the spread, trying to find something enticing. As his eyes glazed over the pastries, a cream filled doughnut covered in chocolate caught his eye with a matching vanilla partner sitting next to it.

“How’s about a doughnut to start the night?” Big Mac said, picking up the doughnut and downing it in one expert bite. It had been much smaller than he thought it would be, but the cream burst in his mouth, a sweetness he had never experienced hitting his taste buds. He swallowed the creamy doughnut, an odd milky aftertaste chasing it down his throat. His stomach audibly growled the moment the doughnut hit his system, and for a second he forgot about his raging boner as a strange feeling overcame him.

Pinkie uttered an audible gasp before pouncing on its partner, wolfing it down as quick as she could. Wiping her mouth clean of the icing that had been coated on the doughnut she gave a giggle, swaying over to Big Mac, who was now breathing noticeably heavier. “It’s quite interesting that you’d choose something like that for your first… addition,” Pinkie uttered, her voice quavering at the last word, the tingling feeling overcoming her as well.

Big Mac stumbled back a few steps, his mind quavering and his vision warping as the strange feeling started to culminate in a pressure in his lower stomach. He wasn’t sure what it was that he had eaten, but if Pinkie’s treat from earlier told him anything, he was in for quite a time. He put a hoof to his head, his breath shortening as he felt the pressure in his stomach build and migrate south closer to his testicles.

He guessed the spell was aimed at something near his groin, because the pressure started to become more and more pleasurable, his rock-hard erection pulsing with newfound energy. He started to grunt feeling the hypnotic hormones race through his body. Whatever the spell did, he was starting to really enjoy himself right now. Lowering his hoof, he turned to watch Pinkie to see the reaction the doughy dessert had on her. He wasn’t exactly ready for the revelation she was giving.

Pinkie had made her way around the counter and over next to big mac, her face starting to show a sense of almost madness. Her tongue was half out of her mouth, and she was already starting to drool a bit. He watched as she whimpered, dropping her head to lie face first on the floor and moving her hooves to a more useful purpose, dealing with her newly-found heat.

“Big Mac,” she barely got out, rubbing her clit vigorously while panting on the floor. “Milk me,” she finished, just as soon as he watched her teats triple in size, her breasts practically exploding outward. Her flesh poured out from her body, filling nearly all the available space between her currently in-use hoof and her legs, spread and shaking from the adrenaline of the sudden changes going through her body.

Her nipples lengthened to an almost absurd size, sticking out a good two inches further from her watermelon-sized breasts. He watched as her hips swung back and forth, hearing the audible sloshing of milk as the growth seemed to slow to a stop. Pinkie finally collapsed to her knees as milk began to dribble from her nipples, her vagina glistening with her slick bodily lube. She was so distraught and her eyes gazed into Big Macintosh’s pleading for relief from her predicament. “I’ll milk you if you milk me.”

Big Mac could barely process the horrifying revelation of what she was implying when a sudden wave of euphoria hit him like a cart of apples. The pressure and the feeling in his groin had culminated in an explosive feeling. Almost as intense as an orgasmic climax, he felt a sudden burst in his groin, a weight he had never experienced before increasing in mass and pulling him down. His legs started to lose strength, and he felt himself shudder as the feeling of intense pleasure seemed to just hit him nonstop.

As the waves overcame his senses, he heard the same audible sloshing sound, and could feel his stomach churning, producing more and more of what he assumed to be milk. He felt flesh touch the shaft of his precum-soaked penis and soon after, the squishy flesh poured over the sides. He panted as he felt his body change. He could feel his legs being pushed outward as the flesh poured out over him.

He was growing breasts, and at an alarming rate. He could tell from the feeling that these were larger than he had ever seen and would put a nurturing mother to shame. He panted, the sensations wracking his body finally breaking him. Managing to keep himself upright, he watched as Pinkie rolled onto her back with an exasperated smile, her bombshells of boobs sloppily sloshing on top of her stomach, finally having finished expanding.

As he watched Pinkie play with her newly formed sacks of fun, he suddenly felt the insatiable urge that she had to be milked. He knew his teats were filled to the brim and were aching for release. Looking down at the floor, he saw drop of milk splash at his hooves and he understood the urge that Pinkie had felt, realizing that for a pony who started out with breasts, this feeling must have been agonizingly intense.

Stepping awkwardly forward, he felt his breasts smack against his legs, the heavy globes feeling so unnatural in between his erect horsecock. Without being able to control it, the pleasure hit him again and he felt himself cum, milk pouring briefly out from his nipples and lightening his load ever so slightly. Pinkie twitched as the impressive shot hit her square in the nose. Licking it feverishly off, she muttered, “Thanks for the snack, Big Tits. Want to get me a drink to wash it down?”

Big Mac nodded aptly, taking another step forward. His breasts smacked his already super-sensitive penis and he felt some more milk seep out from them. He was leaving a trail of milk underneath him at this point, but Pinkie had crawled forward during this and he felt a tongue run itself around his newly-acquired teats. He moaned, never knowing that such an experience could feel so good. Finally, he felt Pinkie’s tender lips engulf one of his nipples, sucking hard as he felt his breasts being drained.

Biting his lip to keep from moaning again, he saw pinkie’s hind legs and wet nipples lying just below his head and decided that it was time to return the favor. Leaning over, he gave the left teat a soft lick. The moment his tongue touched Pinkie’s flesh, he felt an involuntary tug at his own. Pinkie released his teat and said from below him, “Enjoy the treat.” He hesitated for a moment, letting his tongue playfully poke at her nipple before going full in. With a slight nibble and a powerful mouth, he guided his lips expertly over her enlarged nipple, sucking hard.

Without even a moment’s notice, the nipple squirted and Big Mac felt Pinkie’s body shudder as her mouth moaned, still sucking on his own tits. The taste of warm sweet milk met his tongue and amidst all this pleasure, he realized that the taste was amazing. He felt the side of his head get splashed with some of the white fluid as Pinkie’s other tit squirted out as well. He sucked out what he could of the first, enjoying the flavor and moved onto the other, making sure to service both of the needy milk bags.

He switched from teat to teat as he felt pinkie do the same, and soon enough, he could feel his stomach getting full and his breasts dry. Throughout all of it his hips involuntarily bucked, his cock constantly feeling the ever-moving motion of his huge boobs. Before long, he ventured further from Pinkie’s slightly smaller breasts, letting his tongue play around and get closer and closer to the highlight of the night.

Deciding the time to act was now, he abandoned the large sacks of milk and dove his muzzle down in between them, straight for the third nub in her crotch. He felt her legs involuntarily buck and her body stiffen as he gently bit down on her clit. She moaned in pleasure and he could feel her body shake, orgasming on the spot. She had been closer to going than he had thought.

But with his sudden dirty tactic, he felt Pinkie deploy one of her own. He felt her mouth switch from sucking on his teat to sucking on his cock. Within seconds the pair of intertwined ponies had gone from milking each other to pushing each other over the edge. The feeling of Pinkie’s hot breath on his cock, the nuzzle of her nose on his balls as she took in his shlong in one fell swoop, the tightness of her throat as she let his shaft penetrate her, and the feeling of her hooves squeezing his breasts in between all of it was just too much for him to handle.

With his mind in the clouds and his tongue sunk into Pinkie’s vagina, he hit a climax like he had never felt before. Pumping pinkie with as much semen as his balls could hold, his breasts practically sprayed milk all over the poor pink baker and he shouted loudly, falling to his knees and barely avoiding crushing Pinkie’s tiny body under his massive chest.

A second passed, and he felt Pinkie pushing on his haunches, frantically trying to get him to move. Coming to his senses, he backed off and pushed himself onto his back, spraying what little semen and milk he had left on to his own chest.

He heard Pinkie cough a bit before crawling over to him, lying next to him and letting their breasts press up against each other. Both ponies were spent, and, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling. After the intense moment they just shared, a tranquil silence filled the kitchen. Big Mac’s mind was reeling and he assumed Pinkie’s must have been as well. For a moment, all that could be heard in Sugarcube Corner was the sound of two heavily panting ponies.

“Damn,” Pinkie said to break the silence.

“Damn,” Big Mac responded. The two tilted their head to look at each other.

“Big tits,” Pinkie muttered between heavy breaths, cracking a smile.

“Very Big,” Big Mac said, finally getting a solid view of the two red globes that pinkie had been sucking on, just as big as the pair sitting on her lower chest.

“So,” Pinkie started, glancing back at the pastry-ridden counter. “Wanna see what being a girl’s like?”

Big Mac stayed silent for a moment, looking down at his own tits for a moment. At this point he was basically a mare with a stallion’s cock, so he figured it was only natural to go one step further and see what a vagina felt like. The curiosity of it was too much for the booby-stallion to pass up. “I ain’t gonna get pregnant, right?”

“Unless you want to keep the baby,” Pinkie said sticking out her tongue and pushing herself to a standing position, awkwardly waddling over to help Big Mac stand up himself.

“Let’s reduce these at least,” he said, hopping to an awkward standing position and staring down at his swollen crotchboobs, still sensitive from all the attention they had just gotten.

‘“Agreed,” Pinkie said, waddling over to the end of the kitchen and grabbing a pot from the rack above the stove. Setting it down, she tossed two chips into it and brought it over to Big Mac, setting it down in front of him.

“What’s the pot for?” Big Mac asked, as Pinkie reached in and picked up the two potato chips. Tossing one expertly into her hair, she crunched down on the one and kicked the pot below her breasts. With a jiggle of the absurd tit-flesh on her groin, the milk inside them burst out and into the pot, answering Big Mac’s question.

As she squirted out all the milk that had built up inside her, Big Mac watched as Pinkie’s nipples regressed to their natural size and her breasts shrunk to be just big enough for a mare of her age. “The milk’s gotta go somewhere,” she happily exclaimed, leaning over to present the remaining potato chip in her hair to the still breast-laden stallion. “Just put the pot under you before you crunch down. These babies work quickly.”

Big Mac nodded, taking the chip in his mouth before positioning himself over the pot himself. Crunching down on the chip he tasted the burnt magic that Pinkie had been talking about. As soon as he swallowed it, a rush of restored energy hit him, and he could feel the pressure in his breasts relieve immediately. He no longer felt flesh pouring on his half-erect penis, and the weight of the milk bags had entirely lifted. He felt like the same stallion that he always did

Looking down at the pot, he saw that it was almost completely full of rich white milk. “This is a fun way to get fresh milk,” Pinkie said, lifting the pot and setting it on the counter, leaning over and searching through the cabinets until she reappeared with a few milk jugs and cork stoppers. She began pouring the milk methodically into the jugs before corking them.

“Maybe I’ll have to look into getting a chocolate or strawberry variant,” she thought aloud as she dug in a small drawer, pulling out a black marker triumphantly after a few seconds of digging. Uncapping the marker, she wrote “Pink-Mac Milk” on the side of it with the date just below it. “Now we can use that stuff for next week’s baking!” Big Mac blushed at the thought of ponies drinking his milk.

“So you said you wanted to try being a good old female, right?” Pinkie said, bouncing back towards the smorgasbord of sweets, now missing two doughnuts.

“I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t a mite curious,” Big Mac responded. “Are you sure changing around our naughty bits is safe?”

“I’ve done some tests already, and I can say that so far everything’s gone as planned!” Pinkie confidently sang out, bouncing around the kitchen a few times, her spasmodic energy back at peak Pinkie Pie levels.

“Alright, alright, I trust ya,” Big Mac said not helping to crack a smile at the positive attitude that Pinkie had about it all. “What am I trying out then?”

“One of these,” Pinkie said, waving her arm at the massive platter of cookies of all types and sizes that was sitting near the dead center of the counter top full of sweets.