Chapters Treats, Tarts, and Transformation
Author's Note
Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
Tempting Times
Big Mac wasn’t surprised that he had gotten a letter from Pinkie Pie. He was used to getting letters all the time for Cuteceañeras and birthday bashes hosted by the pink party pony. He usually had to decline the invitations because of the work that constantly needed to be done on the farm surrounding the apple harvest. After all, a farmer’s work is never done, and with one sister out saving the world every other week, the other going to school to learn what she needed to succeed in this world, he usually worked alone. He knew he wanted to attend the parties and meet the eligible ladies of Ponyville, but he just hadn’t had the time.
So seeing how this was a few weeks into the winter season, he was excited to attend any party or get-together he could. When he picked up the mail that morning and saw the distinct streamer-laden stamp he knew that there was a good chance of a get-together. A smile perked up on the work-horse’s face when he got into the house and dropped the mail on the dining room table.
“Now what’s that there?” Granny Smith perked up, jumping awake from the sound of the letters hitting the table.
“Just the mail, Granny,” Big Mac responded, separating Pinkie’s letter from the other two he had flopped down. “Look’s like Apple Rose sent you a letter.” He picked up the letter before trotting over to Granny Smith and handing it off.
“That’ll be her weekly update of everyone at Golden Harvest Ranch,” Granny replied, slowly opening the letter. “I hope they got control of their fruit bat troubles.”
“Eyup,” Big Mac said, walking back to the letter from Pinkie. Only when he took the time to fully read the front did he notice that the letter was addressed to him, not the entire Apple Family. “Hmm,” he mumbled, gripping the top of the letter in his mouth. Pressing a hoof at the bottom he skillfully tore the top neatly off and let the letter itself slide out, a pink heart-shaped wafer falling out alongside it. Setting it aside for a second, he read through the contents of the letter.
Heya Big Mac,
It’s Pinkie. I haven’t seen you around in a while and I figured I’d send a letter your way to see if you were still interested in having that date you proposed a while back. I figured since you guys were all done with the harvest and with AJ and all the girls out solving friendship problems we could get some... private time... if you know what I mean. ;)
Meet me tonight at Sugarcube Corner. I’ve got some recipes I’d love to try and I’d need your help with them.
See You Soon!
-Pinkie Pie
P.S. The heart is some special candy just for you. Hope you love it! <3
Big Mac gave a chuckle at the letter. It had been quite some time since he and Pinkie had tried to date last. He remembered waking up the next day in bed with the cute party animal. The night had been such a blur, and the alcohol certainly didn’t help the farmer’s memory. Despite his quiet nature, he clicked with Pinkie’s opposing and constantly hyper one. He looked forward to meeting the pony again, only hopefully being able to remember the date this time.
Putting the letter back down on the table, he looked over to the candy heart still lying there. Leaning over, he gave the heart a sniff and could almost feel the sugar rush simply from the smell of it. Sticking out his tongue, he picked up the small sugar confectionary and with a swift couple of crunches, the heart crumbled into sugary nothing in his mouth. The sweetness overloaded his tastebuds for a few seconds and as he swallowed the heart, he felt a tingle rush through his body, coursing from his tongue all the way to his tail.
As the surge rushed through him, a sudden warmth flooded his nether regions. A completely new feeling of arousal hit him as he suddenly realized that he was in mixed company. His stallionhood pulsed and grew with his speeding heartbeat, sweat forming on his brow. He hadn’t had sudden urges like this since his teenage years. Quickly, he looked back to Granny Smith who luckily was still reading over her letter.
“Granny,” Big Mac commented as casually as he could, his massive penis threatening to show itself at any moment. He took a quick gulp before continuing. “I’m going to head upstairs and grab myself a quick bath before I head out.”
“Yeah yeah,” Granny Smith said, still absorbed in her letter. Big Mac merely nodded before glancing around the room to make sure nobody was about to pop in on him in such a delicate situation. His shaft was now starting to poke out of his sheath and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He could feel heat coursing through his massive testicles, almost as if he were preparing to take on a mare in heat.
“Oh, Big Mac,” Granny said, stopping him dead in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs. He stood frozen, his penis now fully erect underneath him. He could feel the tip brushing his stomach and knew that if Granny looked his way there was no way he could talk his way out of the situation. “Don’t use up all the hot water again. My creaky old bones can’t stand the cold stuff like they used to.”
“E-eyup,” Big Mac responded, the tip of his cock quivering against his fur. He swore he had never been this aroused before. He could feel a pressure building in his plump nutsack, constantly growing with each step he took. He nearly flew up the stairs, feeling as if he had a potential cannon growing beneath his haunches.
He hit the top of the stairs like a lightning bolt and zipped towards the bathroom, struggling to keep his cool. Every step he took, his massive member swayed in the cool air and every sway brought on an onslaught of tremendous feelings. He could feel the precum dribbling from his cock and was biting his lip as the doors flew past him. He just needed to make it to the tub.
With only a few steps to the door, he slowed himself down, his penis lightly rubbing up on his stomach once again. He could actually feel his balls churning and they felt heavier than they ever had before. Before he could stop himself, a small grunt escaped from his lips, his mind melting with the buildup of pleasure. He knew he needed to get inside the bathroom at the very least before he let go. If he gave in now, there was a good chance someone might catch him cleaning up his mess.
Finally reaching the bathroom door, he kicked it ajar and ran over to the tub, slamming the cold water faucet on. With his vision blurring, the feeling of it all overcoming him, he managed to push the door closed before leaping into the tub, letting the water stream hit his back. The sudden chill of the not-yet-warm water tingled his spine and he finally succumbed to the dirty feeling.
With a loud moan, he let his load go, pumping his semen into the tub and into the drain. He twitched, opening his eyes to watch as wave after wave of semen shot from his tip, more than he had ever seen come out, even during the dry spells of his early years. He felt the sticky, warm liquid hit the back of his legs and watched as it started to coat the bottom of the tub. Standing for a second, he twitched as the last few expulsions overcame him, panting at the amount of energy that he had just released.
Suddenly, his body felt too heavy to hold up and he slowly laid down awkwardly in the tub, not caring that the water hadn’t yet washed away his spunk. His head even fell into the stuff, but he knew that the shower water would easily rinse it off once he regained enough energy to stand back up again.
As he laid under the cold running water, a sudden sweet aroma hit his nose, almost as if someone had baked fresh pastries. They sugary smell was almost identical to the one from the sugar heart wafer that Pinkie had sent over. He smiled at the cozy scent when he had a realization, lifting his head. Lifting a part of his hoof that had been covered in his episode, he gave a sniff, the scent stronger than before. The smell was his semen.
Pausing for a second, he considered what he was about to do. He had tasted his semen once before after hearing from his classmate that it was super sweet. He remembered distinctly learning his lesson that his friend was a dirty liar. It was one of the saltiest things he had ever tasted. But something was off about this time. His semen wasn’t as sticky and stringy, nor was it that off-white color it had always been.
This spunk that was resting on the back of his leg was whiter, lighter, even fluffier than he had ever recalled seeing during his sparse sessions. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, cringing already at what he expected to taste. His tongue lightly touched the white ejaculate, but the taste he was expecting never came.
His cream didn’t taste like salty muck, but rather like cream. It tasted exactly like the cream one would find in an eclair. He opened his eyes to see that the water had yet to wash his legs clean of the stuff, and it was caked on heavily. He took a big lick and tasted the sweet cream, smiling at the alluring flavor. He almost forgot that he was eating his own cum it was so enticing.
Coming back to his senses, he connected the dots with his sudden explosion in arousal and his suddenly sweet semen. Whatever was in that wafer that Pinkie had sent over had done this. That couldn’t have been any ordinary wafer, and it was meant specifically for him. He was just glad that nopony had caught him in the middle of his experience, because not only was the result tasty, but his mind had been going haywire.
He suddenly grew curious if what Pinkie had planned for the night was going to be anything like what had just gone down. Standing back up, he finally switched the hot water on as well, having failed to do so in the middle of his sensual meltdown. The warm water scattered onto his head and body, washing away the sweet stuff as he had time to think. Despite what he had just gone through, he felt more energetic than ever, a sort of sugar rush overcoming him.
He got his soap out and started his usual scrubbing when he heard a knock on the door to the bathroom. “Big Mac?” he heard his little sister’s voice penetrate the wooden door. Apparently AJ had gotten home from whatever trip she and her friends had gone on. Why she was trying to talk to him while he was showering was beyond him.
“Eyup?” he called as casually as he could, nervous that Pinkie had let slip their plans for the night.
“Y’all alright in there?” she asked. “Granny says she heard you shoutin’ out up here.”
“E-eyup,” Big Mac replied, trying to come up with a story for his loud moaning. “Just banged up my hoof a little getting into th’ tub.”
“Alright,” she said, the skepticism clear in her voice. He heard a muffled shout that could only have come from Granny. “Granny also says stop usin’ up all the hot water,” she echoed what Granny must have shouted just then.
“Eyup,” Big Mac said a third time, slightly relieved. At the very least the conversation was only about the water and nothing more. He turned off both faucets and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off.
“Hey Big Mac,” AJ said through the door. “Pinkie needs you to deliver some Zap Apple Jam for some small get-together tonight. Might want to get packin soon.”
“Heh, Eyup,” Big Mac chuckled, drying off most of his coat before looking into the steamy bathroom mirror for a second, making sure some of the sugar-cum that he had just plastered all over the tub wasn’t still stuck to his fur anywhere. Tonight was certainly going to be an interesting night.
Treats, Tarts, and Transformation
Author's Note
Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Taboo Thoughts
Big Mac stood outside the small bakery for a second, looking up at the candy-like outside glistening in the afternoon sun. He had always wondered if Sugarcube Corner was made from actual sugar, if only a little bit. It was a crazy notion even for the rather crazy resident he was about to meet up with. The rain would just melt the house away if it was sugar. It didn’t rot, and the inside seemed normal enough for a family owned bakery shop. It had to be some sort of building technique. He still loved the effort put into it to make it look like a life-sized gingerbread pony’s house.
He shook his head, clearing his mind from the slight trance he had been in thinking about the small cottage. Rustling his bags, he looked back to make sure they were still secure. The zap apple jars were still packed neatly away and damage free from his walk into town. As he turned back to the bakery, he caught a glimpse of someone watching him from the upper window. He gave a smile knowing that Pinkie had probably been waiting for him to show up ever since she sent that letter over.
Trotting up the steps, he gave the front door a small push open, hearing the bell ring to let the store owners know a customer was here. No doubt Pinkie was rushing downstairs at the very moment. As he stepped inside, he saw one other mare standing in the lobby that he had never seen before. For the moment she was alone in the storefront.
The mare in the middle of the room had a white coat and a spiky blue mane. When she heard the doorbell ring behind her, she turned her head to see who had made the sound. Big Mac noticed that when she did, a horn sat upon her head, but what caught him off guard more were the giant violet shades covering her eyes.
When she saw that Big Mac was the pony standing in the doorway, she looked him up and down before giving a smile and a nod. Big Mac returned the smile back to the unicorn. She gave a bit of a salute and Big Mac, having never met a pony as silent as himself like this, could only think to return the salute. The mare gave a huge smile before the silent interaction was interrupted by a voice coming from the back.
“Give me just a second dear,” the sound of Mrs. Cake’s voice called out from the kitchen. “I’m just finishing up an order and I’ll be right with you!” Pinkie, oddly enough was nowhere to be seen.
The silent mare that the order must have been for gave a nod before turning back to the counter. He heard the soft sound of magical energy and watched as a napkin from one of the dispensers on the counter levitate to just in front of this mystery mare. He even caught a glimpse of a pen lift up from behind the counter. Big Mac could only stand and wait to see what she was writing on this napkin, but he had a vague idea. He wasn’t entirely naive.
Before she could finish, Cup Cake walked in from the kitchen, carrying a bag of what smelled like freshly baked banana bread. “Here’s your order, Ms. Scratch,” she said, handing the bag over to the mare, finally revealing her name. “Oh,” she added, noticing who her new customer was. “Hello there Big Mac. Pinkie’s getting ready in her room for tonight. Is that jam for us?”
“Eyup,” Big Mac replied, reaching back and undoing his bag to show the many jars he had hidden away. As he did so, Ms. Scratch picked up her bag and walked past him towards the front door. She levitated her glasses up to show her magenta eyes, and, with a sultry wink, slipped the napkin expertly into his bag, walking out the door behind him.
As the bell rang, announcing Scratch’s departure, Mrs. Cake heaved a long sigh, a relaxed expression crossing over her face. “It’s been a long weekend, Big Mac,” she said, undoing her apron and lying it on top of the counter, reaching down and flipping off the lights that normally lit up the various pastries and baked goods. “I’m glad Pinkie is getting some help this week while we’re out of town. I’m not sure the girl would be able to handle it alone.”
Big Mac gave a half-genuine smile, knowing full well that Pinkie wasn’t having him over to help prepare for the week ahead. He almost felt guilty about the real reason. “Heh,” he nervously laughed. “Eyup.”
“You’re a stallion of very few words, aren’t you?” Cup Cake laughed, taking out the few remaining pastries and setting them next to her folded apron. “Wish I could have you coming with us instead of my chatterbox husband, Carrot.”
Big Mac flashed another smile, dirty thoughts racing through his mind. He knew she was just making conversation, but after being hit on twice and still coming down from Pinkie’s special candy from earlier, all he could think of was grinding up against her experienced hips. He thought of what it would be like to have her in bed, his strong and hardened farmer’s body against her sweet and chubby baker’s body, her soft rump beneath his hooves and her succulent lips pressed against his own. He could taste the powdered sugar that was dusted on her fur and he could smell that intoxicating aroma of cinnamon sprinkled in her mane...
He felt his member poke slightly from its sheath and quickly his fantasy world crumpled. Less than subtly he walked over to a table to hide his chub and masked the action by opening up his saddlebags to take out the Zap Apple Jam he was apparently delivering. He couldn’t get caught fantasizing about someone else's wife, especially in their own home. “Where’re y’all headed?” he asked, trying to get his mind off the deprived thoughts, his heart beating a thousand miles an hour at the thought of getting caught in his own lust. The excitement of being caught in the act certainly wasn’t helping him out any.
“Oh, we’re just bringing the foals up to see their Aunt Madeleine and Uncle Beignet from Prance. They’re over in Canterlot sightseeing and Carrot hasn’t gotten to see his brother and sister since we were married.” Cup Cake took the few pastries and piled them onto a plate, putting a sign next to them saying, “Yesterday’s Treats. Free!”
Big Mac nodded at the news, finally unpacking all eight zap apple jars he was carrying. At the bottom of the bag, he saw that same napkin that the unicorn had slipped in his bag. As Cup Cake took her apron into the kitchen, he pulled out the napkin and read the small note written sloppily in pen:
17 East Main. Stop by if you’re ever bored. ;)
-Vinyl Scratch
Putting the note hastily back into his bag as Cup Cake returned, heavy saddlebags on her haunches, he listened as she continued telling him of their plans for the week. “I think he wants to brag to his big brother that he’s finally a father,” she continued, lifting the gate that separated the storefront from behind the counter.
“Ah,” Big Mac replied, not really sure how to respond to the information, his mind still a flurry with dark thoughts and his willpower being consumed by trying not to show his little stallion. The new images of Carrot Cake and Cup Cake rutting on a bed replaced those of just Cup Cake, doing his erection absolutely no favors. “I hope you two enjoy the trip.”
“Thanks, Big Mac,” she said, walking towards the door. She pushed the front door open before turning to the nervous farmer. “You and Pinkie stay out of trouble, now. I don’t want to come back to a mess,” she finished with a wink.
“Eyup,” Big Mac nervously replied, thinking about what he and Pinkie might be about to do that night. He was afraid that somehow, Cup Cake knew their intentions. The dirty thoughts of suggesting she join them weren’t helping his semi-chub stay down. If Mrs. Cake would leave he could solve this issue himself or even meet up with Pinkie and release some tension.
Mrs. Cake finally closed the door behind her and Big Mac finally sighed in relief, finally letting his mind freely wander back into the fantasyland involving her behind and copious amounts of whipped cream. He would even let Carrot Cake join in, so long as he got to be on the bottom end.
“You’ve certainly managed to put on your lucky horseshoes, today, Macintosh,” Pinkie’s voice perked up behind him, accompanied by the crunch of what sounded like a potato chip.
Turning around, Big Mac saw Pinkie and her cotton candy mane standing just behind him, her face smirking as she finished eating whatever it was that had made the crunching sound. “How’d…?” he started, but before he could finish his thought, Pinkie interrupted him.
“Eyuck,” she uttered, her face scrunching up. “Definitely burnt that one. Glad it’s restorative powers are still good. I’ll have to note that.” She then bounced her way over to behind the counter, pulling out a notepad and a pencil before writing something down.
“Restorative powers?” Big Mac muttered, dumbfounded at how Pinkie had somehow appeared out of thin air right behind him. “Wait, how’d you get behind me like that?” he asked, his senses partially coming to him.
“It’s all part of tonight’s series of delicious experiments,” Pinkie said, spitting out the pencil she had been writing with. Excitedly she bounded into the kitchen, returning just a few seconds later holding a small tray of what looked to be five cookies, a space where one obviously had been during the baking process alongside the others. “These are fading fudge cookies, one of my new recipes for a series of treats I’m making. I’ve got the restorative chips in the kitchen too, but I think I burnt the last batch. They tasted awful...”
“So you’ve,” Big Mac started, pointing back to the spot where she had shown herself.
“Been watching you invisibly since the moment you walked in the door, trying to test out how long the effects lasted while simultaneously watching you try to hide the obvious boner you’ve got for Vinyl and Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie rambled quickfire at Big Mac, causing him to blush something fierce at the mention of his stimulated genitalia. “Yupper-doodle dandy! I even have a few ideas for later now. I might have to let Vinyl know that we’ve got a bit of a private party going on.”
Pinkie stood still for a minute in between her excited hops to lean in close to Big Mac, whispering, “I would even call it a ‘Privates Party’,” she said, giving a cute wink followed by a genuinely “Pinkie-sized” smile.
“So!” she practically shouted, bouncing her way back over to the counter “How’d you like my Fanatically Frosted hearts?” she asked enthusiastically. “Didja have some fun with em?”
“Heh,” Big Mac laughed. “You shoulda given me a heads up about what that thing’d do to me, Pinkie,” he started, walking slowly over to meet her at the counter. “It was a mighty fine treat, but the moment that thing hit my stomach I was hornier than a bull during mating season. I barely made it to the privacy of the family tub before I was covered head to hoof in my own jizz.”
“Ooh,” Pinkie exclaimed, picking up her pencil and jotting something down on her notebook. He couldn’t for the life of him read her sloppy handwriting, but he assumed she was taking notes on her creation’s effects. “I wasn’t planning on it to be so potent. I was thinking it’d be enough to frost a cupcake or two.”
“Believe me,” Big Macintosh replied, looking at his hooves to remember the amount that he had released. “It was enough for a birthday cake or two. Is everything that’s going to happen tonight gonna be like that?”
“Let’s hope,” Pinkie said with another wink. “You might even learn a thing or two about all that life’s pleasures have to offer.”
“And what does that mean, you party animal?” Big Mac questioned with a smile, raising an eyebrow. “What have you got planned for tonight.”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, Mac and Cheese,” Pinkie stuck her tongue out playfully at the stallion. “Grab your zap apple Jam and meet me in the kitchen, and we can try out a few recipes to start out the night.”
“Sounds like a plan, Pinkie Cream Pie,” he shot back, walking back and packing the jars he had brought in back into his saddle bags.
“Oh don’t worry,” Pinkie said, grabbing the tray of fading fudge cookies. “There’ll be plenty of chances to have some Pinkie Cream Pies tonight.” As she turned around, she pretended to drop a cookie off the tray and bent over to pick it up.
As she did so, she flicked her tail to the side and gave Big Macintosh a full unconcealed view of her glistening vagina. As soon as he caught view of her cushy rump and tantalizing nether-lips, his half-chub sprouted into a full hard-on, blood pumping its way through his slightly larger than average cock.
He saw as she shook her hips provocatively, letting her tail swish between his view and her backside. The motion was almost hypnotizing, and he could swear that her labia looked to be wet already. He could even smell her from here, meaning she had already indulged in her experiments or was even more excited about the prospect of what was to come than she had let on.
Either way, her other lips beckoned the stallion more than her normal ones had, and Big Mac wasn’t the type to keep a lady waiting. As she disappeared into the kitchen, he congratulated himself on the expert score. This was a night he wasn’t about to forget. Giving a small whinny he stepped behind the counter himself and followed the horny mare into the kitchen, ready to start the night right.
Treats, Tarts, and Transformation
Author's Note
Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
(Feral) Breast Expansion
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.
Treats, Tarts, and Transformation
Author's Note
Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
Fun Fact: Pretty much every time you read a pronoun I screwed up and wrote the wrong one first. Bonus points if you can find a typo after I reviewed this chapter a dozen times.
Transgendered Theatrics
“Well which one?” Big Mac asked, seeing about a dozen different cookies to choose from, and not totally sure they’d all do the same thing. “There’s gotta be a dozen different types here.”
“Any one that you want, silly!” Pinkie said, giggling and leaning in close to the tray. “They’ll all swap your gender around. Some of them just do it in… interesting ways,” she finished up, stifling another laugh. “Here, I’ll prove it to you.”
Instantly, she closed her eyes and spun the tray slightly. Keeping them closed, she picked up one of the smaller cookies from the edge of the plate and expertly tossed it into the air, jumping up and catching it in her teeth before spinning around as she landed. Big Mac chuckled before stomping his hooves in approval. “I didn’t need a show, Ponk, but thanks.”
Practically engulfing the cookie, she muttered a small, “Ooh, mint chocolate chip.” The moment she licked her lips, her whole body started to vibrate. Suddenly, she grew about three inches upward in a spurt and her nose punched outward, becoming blockier and more pronounced, her eyelashes shortened, and her hair became slightly less poofy, but still retaining that Pinkie-like charm.
As her head morphed further with finer details into the distinct stallion shape, Big Mac’s attention was turned to Pinkie’s hindquarters. Her small breasts shrunk so that they were as unnoticeable under her fur as any other pony. Her hips bucked forward, shrinking down just slightly allowing him a view of her clit which was now growing and almost three inches long.
As it grew, her vagina seemed to turn inside out, one dark pink testicle popping out followed by the other, growing substantially until their size matched most stallions. At this point, her clit had changed from a solid pink to a pink and white splotched color, and a sheath had formed in front of her newly acquired balls, she grunted once as the growth became significant, a shot of precum erupting from her tip before she went flaccid and her newly acquired tool retreated into its sheath.
Big Mac blushed a bit, turning his head. He had never been one for stallions, but upon seeing the mare he loved turn into one, he was having some dirtier thoughts. “Wowie,” the pink stallion said, his deep voice practically mesmerizing Big Mac. “This certainly is an odd feeling. Even my voice is all rugged and deep.”
Big Mac bit his lip. The idea of going to town with another stallion went from unheard of in his mind to something he desperately wanted. New thoughts and ideas flooded his mind, and he was starting to sweat at these notions. “Well, darling,” Pinkie’s voice said, sending a shiver down Big Mac’s spine. “Pick your poison and let’s see what this baby can do.” As Pinkie walked past him, he saw that the stallion was now sporting a full on erection. He gave Big Mac a wink before waltzing over to the other pastries, eyeing them deviously.
“Any flavor…” Big Mac mumbled, looking through the pile of cookies. He decided that if he had to choose one, he would at least choose his favorite. After looking for a few seconds, he spotted it, a snickerdoodle dusted with raw sugar. He absolutely loved Granny Smith’s homemade version, and he could guess that a pastry chef like Pinkie could probably get close.
Picking up the cookie delicately, he gave it a taste, taking about half of the treat in one bite. The flavor was amazing, easily beating out anything Granny Smith could ever make. The cookie was soft, tasting like it was still freshly baked. Smiling with the sugary taste, he finished up the cookie, savoring the sweet cinnamony flavor before wiping his mouth clean of residue. A few seconds passed, but unlike Pinkie, he remained the same male stallion he had always been. “Pinkie, I think ya might have a dud.”
“Really?” the pink stallion said, surprised, a look of sad curiosity spreading over his face. “I thought I covered all the cookie bases. Which one did you have?”
“I had me a good old fashioned Snickerdoodle,” Big Mac started, looking at his hooves in front of him and feeling around himself for something different. “But I thought…”
He trailed off as the look of sad curiosity on Pinkie’s gender-bent face changed to that of someone trying not to laugh at their best friend who had just accidentally walked into a pole. “It’s not a dud, Ms. Macintosh. Species changes are just a bit slower to pick up.”
“Species?” Big Mac uttered as he suddenly felt his body shudder with magical energy. “Pinkie, what do you mean ‘Species?’” Big Mac stumbled back, his stomach suddenly racked with pressure. It wasn’t painful, but it was worrisome.
“Well, I got a pony penis because I just got a boring old gender cookie,” Pinkie said, rushing over to grab a small vanilla wafer. “But you managed to get the coolest one.” Sticking out the vanilla wafer in front of Big Mac she said. “Might want to eat this, unless you like the feeling of going through puberty in a couple of seconds. It’s a hormone suppressor. It’ll keep you from going too bonkers from it all.”
Big Mac worriedly took the small offering from Pinkie’s hooves, suddenly feeling his nose jut outward. He tapped his newfound snout to see that a beak had replaced it. Within seconds, he saw his surroundings grow around him, his impressive height being lost in a flash. Pinkie seemed to almost tower an entire head above him, looking on in mesmerized curiosity. Before he had time to adjust himself to the lower viewpoint, he felt his back half rapidly get heftier.
Glancing back, he saw his tail solidify into a heavy mass like that of a lizards. The change in weight distribution caused him to stumble backwards and land square on his butt, his red tail growing longer and longer, coming to a point with a spade-like end growing on it. As it grew, he saw hardened scales grow over it. Feeling the new muscle in his brain, he flicked his tail around, in shock that he really was changing into another creature.
While he played with his new tail, he felt his head and hooves start to itch profusely. Scratching his head with his hooves, he felt slight nubs growing from his forehead. Feeling them, he realized that he was growing horns. Two bony ones from the side of his head were rapidly expanding outward. They felt more like goat horns than unicorn horns though, as he felt them curve outwards and back towards his skull. Pulling his hooves back, he saw that their tips were no longer just stubs. Claws were forming on the tips of his hardened hooves. It finally hit him that he was turning from a stallion to a dragon, and at a fairly rapid pace to boot.
A pressure erupted from his back as he turned around to see that two wings were rapidly growing from it. He grunted, the pressure from all the weight differences and bone structure changes starting to hit him . He felt the wings form before rapidly folding down to sit on his back. Giving his new muscle a flap, he smiled, excited finally at the thought of not being a pony. Before he could fully test his new wings out, he felt his arms tingle.
He watched as his arms started to grow scales, and the fur of his coat start to change to a hardened slick surface. His lower hooves had even started to become claws too. He was ecstatic, because he had heard about dragon’s versatile claws and palms, especially in the sexual nature. The thought of finally getting a real-life hand job was suddenly cut short, however, when he looked down to see that his manhood was nowhere near as large as it had been moments ago. He hadn’t even noticed that throughout all of it his impressive ten incher had shriveled to probably no bigger than two inches. Suddenly in a panic that he was about to truly swap to the other side, he started to regret letting Pinkie talk him into it.
Then his mind was changed as he watched his cock shrink to the size of a clit and felt the world flip upside down. His mind flooded with new thoughts, new wants, and new needs. Images of Pinkie’s stiff cock flashed in front of him as he felt one of his testicles retreat inside his body, the feeling setting off a million sensitive nerves in his newly-formed clit. He stuck out his tongue and started to moan as the feeling of all of it culminated in his groin. He barely registered that his normal tongue had been replaced by a forked version before he felt his other testicle join in.
Big Macintosh was now a full on female, and even with the hormone suppressants in her system, the feeling of pure sexual lust from her new organs was driving her mad. She needed to test them out, use them, abuse them, try new things with them, and she needed to do it as quickly as she could muster. Looking over at Pinkie, the new dragoness shot him a pleading look, unable to talk through all of the new feelings, her moaning finally sounding like that of a girl in heat.
But even as she laid on the floor, her vagina slick and dripping from neglect, trying to get the help from the strong and bulky stallion, she felt a pressure in her upper chest. Brushing her claws over the spot, she looked down to see that nipples were pushing themselves out from her chest, the area behind them filling up nice and full. For the second time that night, Big Macintosh was growing breasts, and the overwhelming lust that came with them was back too.
As Macintosh’s breasts grew heavier and heavier on her small frame, she slid her tail out from behind her and laid herself on her back, caressing her boobs as they slowly became covered in softer scales, pinching her nipples with her claws. She gasped at the cold touch and shut her eyes tight, an orgasmic feeling building throughout her body. Her vagina quivered in protest, her breasts getting more attention than it was. Big Mac silenced it by lifting her tail and rubbing it against her clit, poking occasionally at her new nether lips.
“Don’t start without me now,” Pinkie’s voice broke Big Mac’s lust-fueled trance. Opening her eyes and pulling her claws down from her breasts, Macintosh saw that the pink stallion was standing over top of her. “I wanna try out my bits too.”
Leaning in for a kiss, Big Mac felt Pinkie’s rock hard erection bump against her clit. Grabbing a breast with her left hand to keep herself stimulated, she caressed the cotton candy mane of Pinkie’s with her right, slipping her snake-like tongue into his mouth. Macintosh felt Pinkie’s cock pulsing above her stomach and that the stallion could use some help with his tension as well. Blindly guiding her tail up from her vagina, Big Mac wrapped it slowly around the raging boner, feeling out the size of his new manhood.
His cock came to be almost a foot in length from what she could tell with her tail, and it was as thick as a breeding stallion’s during mating season. Still slick from her own juices, Big Mac started to stroke Pinkie’s cock with her tail, squeezing ever so slightly as she did so. They stopped kissing for a second and Pinkie gasped for breath. “Oh my god, Big Mac,” he said, looking down at Macintosh’s tail working its magic. “Don’t stop,” he said, stepping just slightly backwards, his head now just above Macintosh’s grapefruit sized breasts.
Big Mac’s claw drifted down to her own sex and started to rub her sensitive lips in preparation as Pinkie leaned over and sensually licked Big Mac’s nipple. Big Mac took a sharp breath in, the feeling of warmth tingling over her stomach and down her spine to her hard clit. “Tastes like cinnamon,” Pinkie said, licking his lips and giving Big Mac a sensual gaze. Big Mac could do nothing but sit there and control her breathing as best as she could. Her mind was starting to lose focus of anything but the feeling of Pinkie’s tongue on her body and her tail on Pinkie’s cock. She was almost forgetting what the pleasure of being a male was even like. She was building up and needed release.
“K-keep going,” was all Macintosh could muster between breaths and moans, her high-pitched voice sounding as desperate as ever. “I want… I want you to make me a dragoness…”
“With pleasure, Ms. Mac,” he said, composed before wrapping his lips around her breasts, suddenly kicking Mac’s tail away from his cock. Leaning it over and lining it up as best as he could with Big Mac’s inviting vagina, she continued to service Big Mac’s sensitive new breasts, keeping her on edge as long as he could manage. Big Mac felt a bump as the tip brushed along her lips. She was about to feel what the other side was like during a memorable night.
With a slight forward thrust, Pinkie’s cock spread Big Mac’s nether-lips, penetrating her with the pink-and-white splotched rod slowly sinking deep into her. Big Mac shouted, never having known the insatiable feeling of a warm cock inside her. It felt full, tight, a million different types of pleasurable and surreal. She felt her body shudder and her vagina spasm tight as the first female orgasm she had ever experienced wracked her brain. The feeling of Pinkie’s teeth slightly nibbling her breast and the feeling of Pinkie’s balls pushed against her taint had set Big Mac over the edge.
Pinkie let go of Big Mac’s nipple, giving it’s twin a lick before saying, “And here I thought the guys always came first. Don’t worry, though. Papa Pinkie’s going to give you more than you’d ever dreamed.
Big Mac, breathless and with the energy drained from her body nodded and wrapped her claws around Pinkie’s neck, pulling his ear down to her mouth. “D-don’t…” she whispered, her orgasm finally dying off. “Don’t hold back.”
“Didn’t plan on it,” he whispered back, pulling his cock swiftly out from Big Mac, eliciting a small gasp from the dragon, who gripped his back, ready for it’s return.
“Oh,” was all Big Mac could say as Pinkie thrust himself back into her.
Pinkie pulled his impressive cock out and slammed it back in again, not holding back a thing. His strong hips started a rhythm of in, out, and in again, driving Big Mac up the wall. She wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of pleasure under the stallion, but with every thrust she was jolted back awake with a new wave of endorphins. The feeling of Pinkie’s balls hitting her with every stroke just further helped the cause.
They were getting into such a rhythm now that Big Mac could feel her breasts being jolted back and forth from the greater forces at work. Her vagina was red hot, almost literally with her red scales. She was gripping onto Pinkie for dear life, feeling like the tighter she held the better she felt. Her body clung to the underside of the stallion, their bellies grinding against each other, the slick scales and soft fur complimenting each other perfectly. She had even begun to wrap her tail around the stallion’s backside to keep herself supported. She was literally completely off the ground and she was loving it.
Pinkie could feel Big Mac’s claws digging into his neck and her tail squeezing the lower half of his body. He felt like a he was fucking a snake that was slowly trying to constrict him to death, but the feeling of buildup was finally coming to him, overpowering the painful feelings of the tail and hard appendages. “B-Big M-Mac,” he said, not slowing the thrusts any, hips almost acting on their own accord and the dragon squeezed tighter and tighter. “I’m… I’m about to…”
Big Mac silenced him, pulling herself up with her strong claws and planted a kiss right on the pink stallions lips, squeezing as tightly as she could to him. Immediately, the pattern of thrusting stalled as Pinkie’s penis flared up. At the moment, Big Mac climaxed again and her vagina tightened around Pinkie’s red-hot horsecock, squeezing herself tightly to the exasperated stallion.
During the kiss, she felt her vagina become warmer, the feeling of Pinkie’s cum covering the wall of her uterus. As full as she had felt before with Pinkie’s foot-long buried inside her, the feeling of all the cum that had burst from him filling every available nook and cranny that his penis couldn’t fill washed over her, giving her a new appreciation for feeling stuffed. A few seconds passed where Big Mac felt shot after shot of cum erupt from the stallion, filling her up. She could even feel some of it spill out and drip out below her. This was more cum than she had seen anypony produce.
The seconds passed and the two of them kept their lips locked, the moment never seeming to fade. They slowly let their lips depart from each other before the two gazed into each other’s eyes. “How’s that for a Pinkie Cream Pie?” Pinkie tiredly asked, Big Mac still hanging off him.
Big Mac licked her lips, giving Pinkie a wink saying, “Best Cream Pie I’ve ever tasted.” She let go of pinkie’s neck and dropped to the floor, feeling Pinkie’s limp cock slide out from her vagina. Watching the cum spill from her nether regions, she chuckled. “Fullest cream pie ever too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen or produced a load quite like that.”
Pinkie backed away from the spent dragoness, reaching a hoof out to help her up. “I’m gonna blame the cookie on that one. Probably didn’t help that I gave you that hormone wafer.”
Pulling herself up from the floor, Big Mac got used to balancing on her hind two legs, giving her wings a stretch as she had been lying on them for half the session. “I thought you said that was a hormone suppressor?”
“Eh, Suppressor, Enhancer, I get the two mixed up sometimes,” he said with a wink and his tongue sticking out.
Big Mac just rolled his eyes, instead turning his attention to his currently full pussy. “I really hope this won’t make me pregnant or anything. I’d like to try out a lot of stuff, but birthing a foal is not on my list right now.”
“Well, unless you stayed a girl for nine months,” Pinkie said, grabbing a hand towel and cleaning up the spilled jizz, throwing it into the sink before waltzing over to his chip tray. “Childbirth kinda takes a while. Besides,” he continued, grabbing two chips and throwing them in his hair, “dragons and ponies can’t have offspring silly.”
“Well not that I don’t trust you, Mr. Pie,” Big Mac started, walking awkwardly forward, still not used to the wings and tail counterbalancing his front. “But I’d rather not stick around to find out.”
“Heh, I can understand that,” Pinkie said, trotting over rather casually back to Big Mac, unlike his usual bouncy gallop. “I’d rather be a mom than a dad anyways. Hey Ms. Mac, catch!”
He tossed one of the chips towards Big Mac with a flip of his head, who caught it with her tail instinctively. “I’m gonna have to keep this one in mind for later,” Big Mac said, looking at the chip balanced on her tail. “I still gotta try out flying and all that.”
Pinkie threw the chip in the air and caught it was a satisfying crunch. “Later,” he said, shrinking back down to his original size. “We’ve got so many more things we can try.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Big Mac said flicking her tail to throw the chip in her mouth. Crunching down, she felt her body grow and her tail start to shrink, wings and horns retreating back into her skin as she slowly reverted back the the stallion she once was.
Treats, Tarts, and Transformation
Author's Note
Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
Tiny And Towering
“So didja like bein a girl?” Pinkie excitedly asked, her normal bounce having returned. No matter the amount of times they went at it and how much energy they expended she always seemed to be filled with some excited energy.
“I don’t recall agreeing to become a dragon, ” Big Mac said, finally back on all four hooves again, patting himself down to make sure everything was back in place, “but it was a nice experience. I wouldn’t mind it again.”
“Being a guy was super-dooper fun,” she said, bouncing around Big Mac as he checked that the most important thing was back in its place, his penis. Seeing that his cock was back where it should be he watched as Pinkie bounced around him, telling him what she loved about what just happened. “I got to pound you and feel your grip on my skin and feel what it was like doing it as a guy and what it was like doing it with a dragon and the feeling of a horsecock and–”
“Pinkie,” Big Mac chuckled, cutting off the never-ending ramble the baker seemed to be stuck on. “Breathe.”
She stopped what she was doing and took a big gulp of breath in before finally finishing. “And I got to cum in you with a huge sploosh !” She even jumped up and shot her arms out, personifying the ejaculation as best as she could manage.
“You sure did,” Big Mac smiled, turning his attention back to the table full of treats, about half of them already used or explained. “So what do we have next?”
“Ooooh!” Pinkie gasped, rushing to the other side of the counter. “Well I kinda picked for you last time,” she admitted, looking a little embarrassed as she turned her head slightly away. “But, how about you tell me what you’re into and then you can pick!”
“What do you mean by that?” Big Mac questioned, raising an eyebrow at the request.
“You know,” Pinkie said, half rolling her eyes. “What turns you on? What are your kinks? I got a dessert for every occasion and every position. I just gotta know what you wanna try.”
Big Mac looked down at the table of pastries and baked goods and thought it over for a second. Shyly he turned to Pinkie, an idea in his head, but unsure of whether he should say it or not. “I…” he started before turning his head and going mute again. “I kinda…” he tried again, only to fall silent once more.
“Spit it out, cutie,” she coaxed him, leaning over the counter and resting her chin on it’s sugar-coated wooden surface. “I just turned you into a dragon-girl and fucked you silly. There’s not really much that’s worth worrying about at this stage.”
Big Mac smiled at her words realizing it was silly to withhold his kinks from the mare he had just swapped genders with. “I kinda want to be with someone… bigger…” he said, still feeling awkward, not wanting to insult the amazing lover in front of him.
“What do you mean, like a chubby bunny?” Pinkie asked, smiling and creeping towards a set of brownies to her left.
“No no, not fatter,” Big Mac corrected to a confused Pinkie who stopped creeping towards the brownie. “Just bigger.” he put a hoof to his chin trying to think of how to explain it. “Like, out of all the partners I’ve had, I’ve always been the bigger one. I want to be with someone bigger than me. Not like a giant, but just bigger, you know?”
“Gotcha,” Pinkie said with a nod, jumping back from the counter to bounce her way over to a pan of chocolates. As she bounced over, Big Mac followed her excited gaze to see what she had in mind. “These should do the trick.”
Big Mac looked at the plate and noticed that the chocolates were novelty style, and each one had a distinct shape to it. Once he leaned in close to see the shapes, he noticed that they seemed to represent the areas of the body, seeming to favor the more sensual side as he had come to expect. The pan was split right down the middle, milk chocolates to the left and white chocolates to the right.
Each of the noticeable body parts seemed to have five duplicates each. He spotted penises, vaginas, breasts, full pony models, horns, wings, rumps, and one that looked like a miniature doughnut all laid out on the pan with their twins logically laid out next to them. After a second, he realized that these were all sexual, seeing what the doughnut was supposed to represent. He elected to stay away from that one for now.
“So what’s with all the mini-dicks and boobs?” Big Mac asked, leaning in close to inspect them further. The chocolates were expertly made. Looking closer he saw very small imperfections that told him these were done by hoof, not with a mould. The chocolates were impressive enough with their exquisite structure before even considering their magical implications.
“Well,” Pinkie started, looking over all the treats on the dish. “These are grow and shrink chocolates. These chocolates will make you grow,” she said pointing to the milk chocolates, “and these make you shrink,” she finished, pointing to the white chocolates. “Everything grows or shrinks exactly what you think it grows or shrinks.”
“So like, if I were to take a chocolate vagina?” Big mac started, pointing to the milk chocolate version of the nether regions in question.
“You’d get your pussy back,” she said with a wink. “I thought you were done with that girly life though?” Pinkie stuck out her tongue at the red stallion. “Here, let me show you.” She looked over the tray for a second before pecking out chocolates as if she were a chicken. She gobbled up a horn, a set of wings, and two of the pony bodies from the milk chocolate side.
Big Mac watched as she licked her lips with an audible “yum” before he heard a gurgle. Unlike the slow transformations he had seen so far, the pink earth pony shot upwards in height, growing to be almost as big if not bigger than Princess Celestia herself. Seconds later, a pair of wings to match her impressive height surged forth from her back, pink as the rest of her, but rather fitting for her increased size. She gave her new wings a flap, wiggling her hips at the excitement of it all. But as she was testing them out, she felt a pressure start to push from her forehead.
As she closed her eyes and grunted, the pink horn of a unicorn burst out of it’s usual place, slightly covered by her hair. Pinkie stood there for a second beaming gratuitously while flapping her wings and rubbing her horn. “So if you wanted to be with someone bigger, how does a princess sound?” she giggled looking at Big Mac. “Of course, I can’t really fly or do any kind of magic, but I look the part at least.”
Big Mac just stared in awe, nodding his head. He didn’t want to tell Pinkie outright, but being with someone of royalty and Princesses have always been on the top of his list as far as fantasies were concerned. The thought of rutting a massive horse with so much power and magical ability. It was almost a taboo fantasy for him, being a farmer. He knew that Princesses could choose whoever they wanted for their desires, but he never thought he’d get the chance to service one.
“Come on big boy,” she said, pushing the chocolates towards him. “Try any of ‘em out. I’ve got plenty of extra in the fridge. Just be careful not to have too many. They’re pretty potent treats.”
“Eyup,” the stallion said, looking over at the tray again to see all the kinds of chocolates that were left. Pinkie stood for a second as Big Mac looked over the spread. Suddenly changing to a surprised expression, she reached over and nibbled on a milk chocolate vagina, giving Big Mac a wink and pushing a chocolate penis closer to him.
Big Mac took the hint, grabbing the penis and popping it into his mouth, he let it melt there and tasted the sweet flavor of milk chocolate, running down his tongue and to the back of his throat. He swallowed the morsel and felt an electrifying energy surge through his body. As he finished, he felt a swelling in between his legs to see that his nutsack had gained a few ounces and his shaft a few inches. The feeling sent chills down his body, stiffening his erection to its full extent. Surprisingly, he looked down and noticed that the tip of his penis was poking out just underneath his chest. He had gotten more length than he had thought with the chocolate.
Whistling at the size change, he looked back at the tray, devious thoughts entering his mind.Grabbing another chocolate dick, he popped one into his mouth, then two, and then three of them. He melted their bases together as Pinkie gave an audible gasp. “Might want to take a step back, Big Mac. You’re about to redefine what Big means.”
Heeding her advice, he took a step back and swallowed the three chocolate dicks. He looked down as his now visible junk and felt the chocolates energy surge through him once more. A second passed and he felt a massive pressure spread along the length of his shaft and encapsulate his balls. As the pressure built, he realized that it was becoming harder to breathe. He took quick breaths in, the pressure building. Looking down, he saw his penis shoot out another few inches, its girth almost doubling. His junk was almost as thick as his leg and nearly as twice as long.
The pressure didn’t let up however, and he felt his balls drop. Lifting a leg and looking at the damage, he saw that they were almost as big as bowling balls now, their size much larger than the shaft they were supporting. Big mac’s look of lust turned to one of worry as he realized what he had done. The pressure built as his shortened breath became shorter, the pressure reaching almost insufferable levels. “Pinkie,” he started to say, shooting the new alicorn a worried glance. Before he could ask anything, the pressure climaxed.
Moaning very loudly, he felt his penis shoot out in front of him, growing almost half a foot in length, and nearly doubling in girth again. He felt his balls fill to the brim with cum and he could feel his tip pulsing out in front of him. He could easily have leaned over and given himself a blowjob if he wasn’t already panting from the pent up sexual urges his elongated crotch was now bombarding him with.
Struggling to stand, he watched as precum dribbled out of his cock head, nearly brushing the floor despite the erection he was supporting. He fell to his side, leaning over his back and letting his cock lay down on top of him. The tip of it just went past his nose. He was baffled at the size of such a large member sitting on his frame.
“Now, I love your enthusiasm, here, Big Mac,” Pinkie said, walking over to the stallion lying on the ground, starting to involuntarily lick his own erection. “But there’s no way I’m fitting that in me.” She walked over to reveal that Big Mac’s penis was nearly the length of her body if not slightly smaller. The mare had a point. Something so big wasn’t fitting in any mare comfortably.
“I’d eat a few more growing chocolates to even it out, but I don’t think we really have the room in this kitchen for that,” she said, grabbing the tray and setting it on the floor next to Big Mac. “I’ve got another plan. Close your eyes, cutie.” Big Mac obliged immediately, realizing that whatever she could do couldn’t be weirder than anything that had happened already that night. He was ready for another adventure.
“Open,” she instructed. Big Mac silently followed her order, feeling her drop something onto his tongue. Within seconds, he tasted white chocolate melting from his breath. Another few chocolates dropped onto his tongue and started to subsequently join the first in beginning to melt. “Open your eyes and eat, Little Mac,” she said, giving his chin a stroke. In the few chocolates he tasted both milk chocolate and white chocolate, but the soft treats had already melted too much for him to feel what shapes they had been.
Swallowing the chocolates, he braced himself for the changes he knew were coming. As he waited for something to happen, he felt his back start to itch and, looking back, saw a pair of small wings poke out from his back. As they grew, he smiled, watching them form into the pegasi wings he knew best. He was excited to have wings again, even if they didn’t work like the real deal. He could tell when he had been a dragon that wings were definitely being added to his list of pleasures. At least now he could tell what the milk chocolate had been for.
As he was admiring his new red appendages, ruffling the feathers and flapping his muscles, he noticed something off about the room around him. Everything seemed bigger than he remembered. The counter in front of him was closer to his chin, Pinkie seemed even taller than she had, and a dizzying feeling of vertigo was hitting him hard. As he came to his senses and realized that this was what the white chocolate taste had been, he realized that there were at least two more in the batch that he ate.
Suddenly, the chocolates hit and hit hard as the room burst outward for him, or more accurately, he shrunk down rapidly. The counter reached his eye level then continued upward as he lost height. He shrunk more and more until he was at the level he remembered seeing when he was just a small colt. In fact, he seemed to be just smaller than your average colt. Looking up at the princessified Pinkie, she towered above him. He could tell that he would barely be able to reach her stomach with his newly acquired wings.
“How’s that for size difference?” Pinkie asked, leaning over and nuzzling his penis with her nose. At his current size, his member was probably not too much larger than it normally was full size, but on the frame of a pony no bigger than a colt it was ridiculously massive. He gulped, unable to answer Pinkie’s question by the sheer intimidating size of her towering over him. His only response was his erection doing it’s best to stand on end, his massive balls noticeably resting on the floor below it.
“One more thing before we try out your new toy,” Pinkie said, teasing Big Mac by giving his erection a small lick and sucking lightly on one of his nuts. Stepping back, she looked over the counter quickly, reaching over and grabbing a brownie. Setting it down next to his head, she continued, “You might want to have a nibble of this.”
Big Mac looked over to the brownie, much bigger than he had remembered it. He had shrunk quite a lot more than he’d imagined. “It’s a bit of a strength brownie,” Pinkie explained with a smile, eyeing Big Mac’s enormous erection. She was almost mesmerized by its size, despite the fact that it’s owner was no bigger than a foal’s. “Something to keep me from breaking you in case I go a little nuts.” Big Mac nodded his head before taking a bite of the delicious brownie. Not his favorite treat, but it was scrumptious nonetheless. Feeling re-energized, he noticed that a little bulk came to be on his lower half.
“Ready, Little Mac?” she asked, stepping over him, her massive form encapsulating his vision. He was about to get ridden by a horny alicorn giant, and he could smell the anticipation coming from her quivering nether-lips. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he prepared for it all. This was going to be something he would never be able to try with anypony else.
“E-Eyup,” he responded, lying back as Pinkie leaned in to give him a gentle kiss.
He felt Pinkie carefully grab his cock to guide it to her lower regions. Closing his eyes and letting the pink alicorn control the moment, he felt the tip brush against her enlarged labia, her powerful hooves guiding it in place. He felt precum dribble out from his tip and felt her natural lubrication drip over top his pulsing erection. Both massive mare and small stallion were already on the brink of letting go. They could feel the heat from their bodies connect and smell the bakery around them mixed with the unchecked hormones coursing through the air.
Slowly Pinkie plunged his massive cock into her vagina, letting a moan of pleasure escape her lips. Leaning back, she looked down to watch as Macintosh’s nearly two-foot-long pole slowly slide into her. Big Mac grunted, her oversized vagina still tight around his grown horsecock. He could feel her walls undulating around his horsemeat as she panted, trying to get as much stuffed into her as she could.
Slowly she sat down more and more, Big Mac’s cock disappearing into her further and further until finally, her ass hit Big Mac’s balls and she bottomed out on him. Letting her tongue hang loose, she took a deep breath and let her moan ring freely throughout the kitchen. Big Mac laid there, pinned underneath the alicorn’s ginormous posterior, his cock being squeezed as tight as it could in Pinkie. Pinkie sat for a second, trying to come back to control and let her tail slide over Big Mac’s stomach, the feeling of which pushed him further to the edge.
“Pinkie,” Big Mac grunted, the feeling starting to get to be too much. They had just barely started, but he was already ready to let loose. She was too tight, and her heat was too much. “Pinkie, I’m losing it already.”
“Oh no you don’t,” she said, pinning Big Mac to the ground with one hoof and reaching over with the other to dip it into a bowl of vanilla pudding. Picking it back out with a sizeable gob on her hoof, she thrust it into Big Mac’s face. “Eat,” she commanded. Being in no place to argue, Big Mac followed and took a bite of the pudding. The taste was nothing special, but he could feel himself back off from the edge of release. His balls still felt full and his cock ready, but his mind knew he could hold on a bit more now.
It felt like Pinkie had just heightened the level of what he could achieve, not just given him some sort of anti-aphrodisiac. Keeping her hoof on his chest, she pushed herself back up, big mac’s cock sliding out of her about half a foot before she let gravity take over, plunging his penis back into her.
The feeling of so much flesh on flesh action sent a lightning bolt to Big Mac’s brain. He shouted in pleasure as he twitched, very much under Pinkie’s control still. If he hadn’t eaten that pudding he was sure that that would have been the end of him. He could feel his balls tightening under Pinkie’s glorious fat ass, growing larger and larger. He could almost feel the cum churning in them, but he couldn’t pay attention to them for very long as pinkie pushed up and slammed back down on him hard.
He felt the ground shake around him. It really did feel like he was fucking a giantess, and he was loving every minute of it. She lifted herself back up, tingles spiraled out of control up and down Big Mac’s spine, she slammed herself back down, and Big Mac felt his balls pulse, more cum filling up inside them. Pinkie began rhythmically starting this system of actions. Up, down, moan, up, down, bigger balls, up, down, euphoria, up, and down, over and over and over again.
Big Mac watched as the alicorn used him as nothing more than a live dildo. In between the earth-shattering repetitions, he looked down to see that his balls had grown substantially. The usually baseball-sized nuts were almost the size of basketballs now, and he could feel them straining to be released. He could feel the pressure pent up. He needed release. “Pinkie…” he whimpered to no avail, the alicorn in a trance, pounding herself over and over on his cock. Sweat was dripping down her body and onto him as she relentlessly stroked his penis with her vagina’s walls. She was in her own world, oblivious to Big Mac’s needs.
After a second of moaning and pounding, Pinkie deviously looked down on Big Mac, eying the table once more. Grabbing something Big Mac couldn’t see from his point of view, she gulped it down swiftly, returning her body back to it’s usual position, starting to bounce faster and faster. Big Mac felt the pressure in his nuts rise, unsure of what pinkie had done. He could barely pay attention though, as his vision started to blur a bit, his eyes tearing up at the emotion of it all.
He watched as Pinkie sped up more and more, the pounding becoming greater and greater. He could do nothing but lie there and take it all in when he noticed that Pinkie’s clitorus had grown by quite a lot. Blinking a few times in a futile attempt to whisk away the tears, he saw what Pinkie had done. A penis had grown from her clit, and it was as erect as it could have been, precum almost bursting out of it at an alarming rate.
Instinctively, Big Mac reached up and stroked it as Pinkie kept up her mind-blowing sex. With each hit, the pleasure seemed to build, and with each second, he could feel her dick pulse. The seconds became slower, and Big Mac could feel his heart quicken. He was there. The edge was finally in sight. He could feel it. He could smell it, and he could tell from Pinkie’s actions that she was right there with him.
And then the world skipped a beat. Pinkie’s cock quivered and her rhythm stuttered. All it took was this one inconsistency, and Big Mac felt his floodgates open. He let go and almost like a cannon, felt his hot semen surge into Pinkie’s equally hot womb. He shuddered, again and again, shooting more and more of his sticky milk out. Pinkie shouted out at the feeling and he felt shudders course up and down her body, just furthering his own orgasm. Closing his eyes at the last second, he felt Pinkie’s penis wobble and stiffen before her own overzealous semen hit him square in the face.
Spurt after spurt came out, covering his nose, his eyelids, his lips. Without really considering what he was doing, he opened his mouth, letting a few of the final ejaculations land squarely on his tongue. The salty bitter taste he remembered was there, but less pungent than he had remembered. Swallowing what was there, he laid back, his own orgasm still knocking him sideways. He felt his seed spill out onto his legs and onto the floor below him. More came out and more and more until he was nearly lying in a puddle of his own spunk.
Lying there for a second, he kept his eyes shut, Pinkie’s cum covering his face, his body still shuddering as his orgasm seemed to endlessly pump cum into the pink pony on top of him. He felt her shudder before hearing a small “O-Oopsie,” Seconds later, he felt a shaking tongue lightly glide over his face, cleaning up as much semen as it could from the used stallion. Finally, Big Mac felt his balls lighten and his cock soften as the last few spurts pumped into Pinkie. The moment was over, and Big Mac could feel himself covered in more semen than he thought was even possible for a horse to produce in a lifetime, much less one session.
Opening his eyes, he saw Pinkie’s shaking form, belly slightly distended from the amount of cum she had just taken in. “I’ll g-get you a towel in a s-second,” she barely gathered the strength to say. Lifting herself slowly up from Big Mac’s penis, she watched as his cum-covered cock appeared below her. He was still amazed that even for her size, she took the whole thing in down to his balls.
Picking herself up, she stumbled her way over to a kitchen drawer, her pussy dripping cum the entire way over. Big Mac let his flaccid penis fall over his shoulder again, some cum dribbling out from it’s tip and onto the floor next to him. Glancing around to see the pony-sized puddle of stallion-juice, he decided it wasn’t going to be much of a problem. Hearing a crunch, he saw Pinkie’s usual face and body stumble over to him, her energy somewhat doused finally.
She handed him a towel and a reversal chip. “That was the best,” she said, as big mac took the chip, finally growing back to his usual size, and his massive shlong regressing back to it’s normal hefty, but not gigantic, size.
“Eyup,” he agreed, taking the towel and doing his best to get all the semen out of his mane and fur. Unfortunately a lot of it was there to try to get rid of.
“Heh,” Pinkie giggled, still out of breath from the session. “Why don’t you go take a bath upstairs and get that gunk out of your fur. Goodness knows you got more than I did. I’ll clean all this up.” She pointed to the puddle of cum and the tray of chocolates rustled about. “Then we can have some more fun.”
“Eyup,” Big Mac agreed. He was curious what else they possibly had that they could even do at this point. Whatever it was, Pinkie always seemed to have something else in mind. He was excited to find out what.
Treats, Tarts, and Transformation
Author's Note
Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
Trying Together
Big Mac stepped back into the kitchen, feeling fresh and ready to go again after grabbing that bath.He saw that Pinkie cleaned up the mess they had both made and had even put away most of the pastries and treats that had littered the place before. When he spotted her, she was wiping down the counters of all the sugar dust and chocolate. “Heya,” he said, announcing his return to the baker.
Pinkie turned her head slightly to see that Big Mac had finished cleaning himself. She could smell her own cotton-candy-scented soap on his damp fur. He had somehow managed to get all the cum out of his fur, leaving Pinkie relieved that she didn’t have to give him a shave before the stallion had to go home. It was hard enough getting him here without raising too much suspicion. “Heya, hot stuff,” she responded, bouncing over to him and giving him a bump with her rump. “So we’re finally starting to run out of stuff to test.”
“Is that so?” Big Mac replied seeing that the table seemed to only have a scant few treats left. Some cupcakes and a tray of fruit tarts were all that remained of the veritable smorgasbord that had greeted him earlier in the day.
“So what’s left on the list?” Big Mac asked, eyeing the cupcakes as Pinkie kept snuggling close to him, the intoxicating cotton-candy scent of his fur alluring her senses for a moment. “What else’ve you got to change me into?”
“Well, Mac,” she said, leaning on him and looking at the lonely pastries in front of the two. “We’ve pretty much gone through everything unless you really have a hankering to change into some other sorta animal.”
“Heh,” Big Mac chuckled. “As fun as bein a dragoness was, I think I’m ok with just bein a pony for now.”
“Well Mr. Pony,” she alluded, “how’s about I introduce you to one of my friends for these next few rounds?”
Big Mac blushed, kicking a hoof at the ground. “I’m flattered that you want to show me to your friends, Pinkie, but I’m here for you.”
“Don’t worry,” Pinkie said, finally lifting her head off the stallion’s back and bouncing over to one of the cupcakes. Waving her plump butt in Big Mac’s face to get him back in the mood, she finished “I know you’ll love my friend just as much as me.” Pinkie then turned and, in her usual fashion, engulfed the cupcake nearly in one bite. “Mmm, lemon!” she shouted licking her lips.
As Big Mac waited to see what she was going on about, he watched as the pink pony stepped to the side, seeming to twitch every few seconds involuntarily. “Pinkie, what…” Big Mac started as she held out a hoof to silently hush the stallion. He watched it vibrate in front of him ever so slightly.
Then the vibrations returned, faster, longer and more intense. It almost looked like she was caught in her own little earthquake for a moment. She vibrated faster and faster, her body becoming reduced to a pink blur. Big Mac took a step back, worried at what she just ate. He watched the air around her spark as the blur of her body increased twofold. The pink blur seemed to be much bigger than possible for one pony.
He felt the energy in the air raise, the air sparking again and again when suddenly, he heard a crack that could challenge lightning, a shock wave hitting him with a rush of air. Reflexively he raised a hoof to protect his eyes. He heard one more spark and the air was still again. Lowering his hoof, he looked back to see that Pinkie remained unchanged, the same fluffy mane, and the same candy-pink fur. Next to her though, was Pinkie.
Rubbing his eyes, he blinked and saw that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. There stood Pinkie and right next to her stood another Pinkie, identical in every way, down to the eyelashes surrounding her beautiful blue eyes. “What do you think of my friend?” the Pinkie on the left asked. “She’s got a pretty cute rump I think.”
“You’re one to talk, bubble butt,” the left Pinkie said, poking the one on the right in the tush. “You’ve got one gropable ass, girl.”
“Right back atcha,” the right Pinkie replied, giving the other’s butt a squeeze. They continued back and forth for a few seconds, giggling the whole time before Big Mac finally started to make sense of it all.
“Pinkie?” he asked, looking at them both. “Did that cupcake…” he pointed to the wrapper of the cupcake. “Did that… clone you.”
“Eyup,” they both replied in unison, echoing the typical response that Big Mac usually answered with.
“Told ya you’d like my friend,” the Pinkie on the right said as the Pinkie on the left gave her best impression of innocent eyes and a cute smile to look like a perfect angel. “She’d really like to get to know you,” the right Pinkie very audibly whispered as the other waved and gave a wink. “Think we can let her have some fun with us?”
Big Mac gave a smile, and looked at both pink copies of the mare he’d been experimenting with all night. “Eyup,” he replied as the Pinkie twins excitedly bounced one after the other. They wasted no time, turning and waving both their fat butts right in front of Big Mac, bumping them together a few times for good measure, getting their rumps to jiggle in front of the horny stallion.
Big Mac felt his erection start up again, slowly extending from its sheath and pulsing from the thought of getting to play not with just one Pinkie, but two. Neighing in anticipation, he watched as the two Pinkies butt bumped each other harder and harder until the one went a little too hard, knocking her partner over onto the floor on her back. Big Mac watched as the one standing walked over to the one on her back, both of them practically laughing at the sight of it all, giddy of their unique situation.
“Looks like I’m the top Pinkie now,” the Pinkie that was standing said, looking down at her doppelganger, who was staring into the firsts eyes with a smile plastered onto her face.
The Pinkie below responded, “Just play nice with your underlings, Princess Pinkie.” They both giggled for a moment before going silent. Big Mac just stood there, unsure of what to do when suddenly, the Pinkie on top flopped down onto the one on the bottom. The two giggling ponies had gone from schoolgirl to scandalous in seconds and in moments, the two identical ponies had locked lips, eyes closed and hooves heatedly brushing through each other’s fur.
Big Mac stood there watching the two ponies go at it as if they were both experienced in the art of making out with oneself. Big Mac felt that this wasn’t the first time she had done this. He stood in awe, his erection reminding him that even if the two ponies going at it in front of him were the same pony, they were still amazingly sexy. The two produced sucking noises and moans as they continued to sloppily kiss, stopping only to breathe and moan at their actions.
They continued on, their vaginas very visible to Big Mac at his current viewpoint. Both glistened with need, quivering as the two ponies macked on and on. Soon enough, the kissing mares begin to grind against each other, small moans erupting from the pair. The noises and sight were driving Big Mac mad. The scent of sugar and sex reached his nostrils and set him on edge. He grunted, feeling his erection poking against his stomach again, unsure of what to do. Soon, they let go, a small string of saliva interconnecting them for a brief moment more before breaking apart, their forms heaving from the action.
The top pinkie turned to Big Mac. “Feel free to join us, big guy,” she said, glancing down at her inviting labia, wet and ready for a friend, smooshed up against the Pinkie on the bottom’s. He knew he didn’t need to be told twice. Walking over, he stood over the two Pinkies who had gone back to indulging their own fantasies. Smelling the arousal from their collective nether lips, Big Mac decided that it was time to help them.
Lying down on his back, his stomach not being an option with his raging erection poking from his crotch, he extended his neck and found that his nose rested just between the two inviting vaginas. He could feel the heat from both on his nose, and he was as excited as them to help with that heat. Extending his neck out just a bit, he placed his nose softly between the two compressed lips, slightly slipping it in between each of the four folds. He heard the ponies moan together, almost simultaneously, and the sound sent a chill to the tip of his dick.
After letting his nose become slick from their juices, he started nuzzling around, pushing and pulling his nose in and out of the two ponies. He heard their moans get louder and louder, the both having obviously abandoned their locked lips. He felt them push their rumps around, letting his nose grind deeper and deeper into them. Opening his mouth, he let his tongue do some work too, licking the outer labias as his nose drove further inward.
For a minute or two, Big Mac licked freely as the two Pinkie’s continued to grind against each other. It was a glorious time for the mares, but the stallion was left to service himself, stroking his dick as he played with the others. The top Pinkie caught on to this unfair situation and called to the other two. “Hold up guys, I’ve got an idea.” Getting up, she grabbed an apple tart from the tray before returning to the pair of ponies watching her. “You’ve been helping both of us,” Pinkie pointed to herself and her clone, “but you’ve only got one mouth. So I propose we get a fourth to help us out!”
Pinkie presented the treat to Big Mac. “Don’t worry,” the Pinkie on the floor in front of him said. “It doesn’t hurt a bit.”
Big Mac looked at the treat worryingly, and then back to Pinkie. He hesitated for a second, watching both Pinkies wait in anticipation to see what his choice was. “I suppose having another friend couldn’t hurt.”
“Eeee!” was all Pinkie said as Big Mac took a bite of the cupcake. It was sugary as he was expecting, but the taste was sublime. The vanilla icing was most noticeable, but another flavor creep in near the end of it.
“Blackberry,” Big Mac said, commenting on the usual finish to a cupcake. “I like it.”
“Blackberry?” Pinkie replied, a worried expression replacing her excited one. “Not Orange?” she asked, a fake smile covering her old one.
“No,” Big Mac said, sitting up and looking at the pony. “That tastes like blackberry, not orange. I think I’d know the difference.
“Oh, the other pony said, an embarrassed expression creeping around her face “Oopsie-doopsie.” she commented. “Might’ve given you the wrong one.”
“The wrong one, Big Mac said, exasperated. “Well what does this one–AHUGH!” he moaned out, not getting to finish his question, a streak of pleasure coursing through his entire body. His body shuddered as the transformation began. He felt his crotch itch, then if felt like his penis was on fire. It was more pleasurable than painful, but looking down, he saw that the tip of his cock was quivering of its own accord.
“Pink-IE,” he said, another pleasurable pulse shocking his groin as the vibration increased. Pinkie just smiled and took a step back as he started to squirm, wanting to stop the pressure in his crotch and feeling the insatiable urge to get up and fuck one of the Pinkies silly with his vibrating dick.
The pressure built and the vibration continued until suddenly, a spark shot through the air, and a pop sounded throughout the room. His cock cooled instantly and Big Mac fell on his back, tired from the energy that he had just exerted during the transformation. The Pinkie’s gasped together before uttering a small “Ooh” at the stallion. Looking to his left, he saw no clones of himself standing around. Looking to his right he saw that the fact was still true. Whatever that spell did, it didn’t duplicate him.
Finally looking back to the Pinkie to see what they were enamored with, he saw that they were both looking at his crotch. Leaning up to see the change, he saw what they were looking at and couldn’t stop himself from giving a small gasp as well. There stood his normal horsecock, erect and nearly a foot in length, but erect right next to it, attached to the same sheath and the same set of balls that he had always had was a second cock. The two stuck up, one above the other, and now that the moment had died down, he could distinctly feel the both of them rubbing up against each other.
“That’s one solution to the problem,” the Pinkie that handed him the cupcake in the first place said. He saw her take one of the tarts and pop it into her mouth, going over and resuming her position on top of her comrade.
Raising her butt to show her whole vagina in all it’s glory he heard the one Pinkie say, “Take us both Double Mac.”
“Plow your fields,” the other echoed. The animalistic feeling of needing to breed overcame Big Mac as he saw them flash their sex once more in his face. Less than carefully, he pushed himself to his hooves, feeling his sensitive penises rub against each other again, pushing him closer to the already tangible edge. He stepped over to the twins and placed both tips against their labias. They squirmed ever so slightly to try to line up the shafts to their plots, but before they could give him the go-ahead, the smell finally broke him and he lost his restraint.
His powerful toned hips, helped by years of farmwork, plowed his penises into the two ponies who weren’t ready for such a forceful entry. The two moaned, tears streaming out of their eyes, and before they could complain, they felt the stallion pull out and pound back in. The Pinkies let go, accepting their fate that they just gave a horny stallion another dick when he could barely keep the first under control. He pounded them, hearing their butts slap against his nuts and his crotch.
Being finally the normal sizes that both ponies were, the Pinkies came to the horrifyingly lusty conclusion that Big Mac was slightly bigger than they were used to taking. The pain of his dick slamming into them and bottoming out on their collective cervix drove them to tears. They loved every second of it, but every second they felt the pain of taking a stallion to the balls. They looked into each eyes as tears streamed out of them, Pinkie’s tart finally starting to take effect.
Bottom Pinkie watched as Top Pinkie seemed almost to melt, the sweat seeming to increase around her. Soon enough her flesh actually did start to turn gooier and gooier until she became the spitting image of a goo mare. Big Mac had his eyes closed and was grunting with each thrust, his mind lost to the world. The two kissed, knowing their collective fate.
The two Pinkies kept their lips locked as the top melted into the bottom, taking Big Mac’s top Penis with her. The three just kept pounding and getting pounded, but slowly and surely all of them began to melt together. Big Mac started pumping deeper and deeper into the goo pony not realizing he was essentially fucking a gooey blob. The Pinkies began again becoming one, although not in the traditional sense. They still had two vaginas that Big Mac was still going to town on, but the one realized that it was her time to possess and control this situation.
In a flash, the top Pinkie and the bottom became once more one Pinkie, but instead of staying as one pony, their gooey substance shot up Big Mac’s Urethra and into his juicy untouched ponut, corrupting him and turning him into the same thing they were. Feelings mixed together, consciousnesses popped in and out of existence, and for a moment all three were one. The feeling of climax hit and Big Mac could feel his dick erupt in jizz, Pinkie feeling her vagina fill to the brim with the milky white seed. Everything aside from these feelings seemed to be shared between the two.
The two opened their eyes and realized that both of them viewed the world through the same set. The two ponies had become one. Looking collectively down at their hooves, they saw that their fur retained Pinkie’s coloration, but their body was closer to that of Big Mac’s. Looking back, they saw that they both had Big Mac’s penis, spent and dripping on the floor, not having yet retreated back into its sheath, the tangerine-sized balls there with it.
They both reached a hoof back and felt a set of vagina lips above their balls and they could feel that they were full of semen. Taking the hoof back, it was dabbed with the white reproductive fluid. Wiping it away on a dish towel nearby, they trotted over to the pastry tray, pushing the pastries away to see their face gazing back at them. A blue eye on the left and a green eye on the right looked back at them, Pinkie’s hair with Big Mac’s coloration on top. The sight was almost comical to behold.
“We’ve,” Big Mac started, hearing his voice come from the frankenstein of a pony that was Pinkie and Big Mac together.
“Combined,” the next word came out, Pinkie’s voice along with it. The pony in the reflection smiled. “Isn’t it cool? We’re Pinkie Mac, or Big Pink, or Pinkietosh!”
Big Mac gave a hearty laugh cutting Pinkie’s voice off from the suggestions coming from the same mouth. “We look ridiculous, Pinkie,” he said, getting a hoof to rustle his orange cotton candy style hair.
“Yeah,” Pinkie agreed, looking at her color on Big Mac’s proportions. “Not the best combo of colors and bodies, visually. Want to go back?”
“Eyup,” Big Mac answered, the two lifting their head and seeing the tray of chips still on the stove. Somehow without even trying to rationalize who was in control when, the both of them casually trotted over to the tray, throwing a chip into the air and crunching down heavily on it. And just like that, the one pony became two again.
“So,” Big Mac said, finishing off the slightly burnt chip. “Been meaning to ask. I’ve been uh… letting loose in ya pretty much all night. Especially during our big and tiny session,” he laughed, looking over to the discolored portion of the floor still drying off from when Pinkie had cleaned it. “Do I need to start worrying about caring for some foals?”
Pinkie just smiled at the stallion, a little giggle escaping from her mouth as she crunched on another chip. But before she could finish and respond, Big Mac cut in. “I don’t mean that I don’t want any with you. I think you’re a swell mare and would make a wonderful mom. I’d do anything to help you if that were the case, but…”
“Big Mac,” she said with a smile, waving another chip in front of him. “These double as contraceptives. No worries, pony boy.”
Big Mac gave a nervous laugh before looking down at the floor. He was glad that he didn’t have to worry about kids, but he still felt he needed to ask something. “Didja want to make some foals?” he asked looking into her eyes. “You know,” he added, “someday?”
Pinkie swallowed her chip before beaming at the stallion and bouncing over to practically attack him with a hug. “I’d love to Big Mac,” she said squeezing him as tightly as she could manage. Despite the events of the entire night, he decided that this was by far the most pleasurable one. He hugged Pinkie and she hugged back, and he never wanted it to end.
“Unless of course, you want to have them,” Pinkie joked, completely ruining the heartfelt moment. Big Mac laughed at it regardless. If Pinkie was an expert at anything, it was getting ponies like him to smile.
“One step at a time, Ponk,” he said, letting go of the pink pony and walking over to pick up the tray of tarts and help the baker put them away.
“Fine fine, but at least let me try these things on someone else,” she jokingly pleaded. “Maybe someone not expecting them. Oh! These would be perfect for prank gifts between close friends! Maybe you could invite that unicorn over that gave you her address.”
Big Mac raised an eyebrow at this looking at Pinkie’s excited face as he put the tarts in a container. “Come on,” she pleaded. “We can’t hoard these to ourselves. Think of the sex possibilities. Think of the orgies!”
Big Mac could think of the sex and the orgies, and they would be absolutely glorious. Looking at his bags he turned to Pinkie with a smile. “Want to visit Ms. Scratch with a box of treats?”
“You just read my mind,” Pinkie said. “I’m gonna have fun as your wife.”
“Eyup,” Big Mac said, realizing that he had probably just gotten engaged to the crazy part-time baker and part time hero. “Let’s go have some fun.”
