Pumpkin threw herself into her training. For every hour she spent with Master Quinoa channeling her magic, she spent another expanding her Conduit proficiency with Master Horn. According to them both, she progressed at a remarkable pace, though they didn’t really need to tell her that. She was already able to consistently best other acolytes years her senior in Conduit duels, and could temper a dozen small creatures at once.

The hard part for Pumpkin was not letting the success get to her head. It was a good thing, then, that tasks of all kinds were abundant.

A frustrated huff snapped Pumpkin out of her reverie as Ringading plopped onto the dirt, Conduit in hoof. “Ugh, that was a cheap shot, Pumpkin.”

“Attacking when your opponent is exposed isn’t a cheap shot; it’s normal!” said Pumpkin. “I think you should try and focus a bit more on blocking.”

“She’s right.”

Both mares turned to face Corn, as he trotted up to them. “Your striking technique is pretty good, Ringading,” he continued, “and more than enough to beat most opponents swiftly. But a true Absta Knight is not most opponents.”

Ringading took a deep breath. “Yes master. Balance is key, right?”

He simply nodded, a prideful smile on his face. “You got it. Try lowering your stance a bit and see if that helps.”

As Ringading walked off to find a fresh opponent, Pumpkin addressed Master Horn. “Thank you for your kind words.”

He waved it off. “I just call it like I see it, as the saying goes.”

Pumpkin was about to thank him again, but she could almost hear the gears turning in Corn’s head.

“Honestly? I probably could keep you here a while longer, but you seem to be on a roll, Pumpkin. I think it’s about time you left the temple, get some real-world experience.”

If she hadn’t been speechless before, she sure was now. “Wow. Uh, ok.”

“Ha. You’re from Ponyville, right?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Quinoa is going back there soon to check in on his protégé; I’ll check in with him and see if he’d be keen on you as another.”

Pumpkin’s ears perked up. Suddenly, she wasn’t quite so sure she was on the top of her game after all. How would all her old friends react? She hadn't exactly explained things before she left. “That would be… great.”

Corn picked up on her apprehension easily. “You’ll be fine, Pumpkin. You’re not a master yet, but my assessment is that you’re more than ready for this.”

“Physically and emotionally?”

“Nopony’s perfect. Why, just by being here you’ve shown a resolve above and beyond the vast majority of ponies your age.”

He had a point. Pumpkin closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. “Right. Thanks again, Master Horn.”

* * *

As it turned out, Quinoa was more than happy to get Pumpkin some practical experience. Rather than a royal carriage, they flew by charter coach. The slight dip in comfort did not calm her nerves, but Quinoa's assurances helped.

They arrived in Ponyville without fanfare. Pumpkin moved to follow Quinoa, but he shooed her away. "Go to your family, I'm sure they'll be thrilled to see you. Take the day off while you're at it! You've earned it."

She broke into a grin. "I thought you'd never say so."

So, Pumpkin cantered off to Sugarcube Corner. Plenty of familiar faces turned to wave in greeting or shout a 'welcome back', and her mood improved with each pony who did. By the time she stood on her doorstep, her worries evaporated completely.

With a bit of flair for good measure, she opened the door with her magic. "Guess who's back?" she exclaimed, loudly enough to be heard from behind the counter.

A few customers stopped eating to gawk, but Pumpkin's attention was squarely on the faint noises coming from the next room over. Out came her mother, followed shortly after by her father.

"Pumpkin!" they said, almost at exactly the same time.

Pumpkin ran forward, and the three collided in the middle of the bakery, hugging tightly. Both planted a kiss on her cheek.

"We missed you so much, honey," said Cup.

"It got so lonely here without your pretty face around," added Carrot. "Though Pinkie helped."

"Aww, I missed you too," said Pumpkin, content. Their reunion was practically a perfect moment, save one thing. "What about Pound?"

Her parent's smiles dipped a little. "Well, we went to see Starlight the Bold, and according to her, he's fine," said Carrot.

"She just doesn't know a spell to find out where he is," said Cup, lips pursed. "Our Pound is far from here, but I'm sure he'll come back someday. I just wish I knew why he left..."

Pumpkin sighed. Her brother was annoying at the best of times, but she still wished he was here. "We shouldn't dwell on things we can't do anything about. Just stay hopeful, instead."

"Right you are," said Cup. She ruffled Pumpkin's mane with a hoof. "Look at you, a wise Absta Knight! Did you lose weight, or is that just the robe?"

She giggled at that. "There weren't any scales to check, but I'm sure I did," Pumpkin replied.

"You'll have plenty of time to wow us later," said Carrot. "Now's the time to celebrate!"

"Let's close up for the day! Anything for my baby girl," said Cup.

Pumpkin quickly glanced around at all the ponies sitting and eating. She didn't want them to be kicked out for her sake. Fortunately, her ears brought to her attention that they wouldn't need to. "Actually, I think Pinkie already has a surprise party set up for me in my room. I can hear her bouncing."

"Huh, is that so? I can't hear a thing," said Carrot.

"Enhanced Absta senses. I'll tell you all about it later!" she said.

"I'm looking forward to it," he said.

"Well, don't keep your friends waiting! Dad and I will come up and say hi when we can," said Cup, breaking out from their hug.

Pumpkin reluctantly moved for the stairs. "Thanks, I won't! It's so good to see you again."

She then took the steps two at a time, eager to catch up with everypony else.

* * *

Pound continued to hone his skills in earnest. As the weeks turned into months, his prowess both in bed and out grew steadily. In their sparring matches, Bliss needed to hold back less and less, until they were practically equals in their talent with a Penetrator. Trusting that he no longer needed supervision, Bliss got in on the steamy action too, and combined they had enjoyed flings with pretty much a quarter of Kludgetown.

If he was being honest with himself, Pound had actually started to get bored. He'd been able to get away doing with pretty much anything he wanted, but only with one or two girls at a time. Yes, the rutting continued to be great, but the true sexual freedom he craved was still out of reach. So, he decided to bring it up with Bliss as they meandered through town.

"How long are we just going to keep going like this? Yeah, life for us is great, but look at them," Pound said. He made a sweeping gesture with his hoof at the overall mood of the place, which was still rather dour. "Other ponies back home should be able to feel this joy. I want to change the world, make carnal pleasure the norm in Equestria, instead of a rarity."

Bliss grew pensive. It was a while before she replied. "Let's go back home. There's something I think you're ready to see."

Intrigued, Pound followed Bliss as they quickly returned to their lodgings. Bliss rifled through her belongings, extracting a narrow box from the bottom of a pile.

"When the old ways were in jeopardy, and the Rutyu faced their end, they knew that one day the world would be ripe for their triumphant return," she said. "Master Chastity's Bane came up with a plan to make that happen."

Bliss opened the box, revealing an ancient scroll of weathered parchment. Unfurled, the scroll depicted a teeming mass of ponies, each performing erotic acts. In the center were Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, each receiving a thorough dicking. Pound was initially put off by the lack of color, but had to admit the artist had his craft down pat, and that he probably could have clopped with it before he lost his virginity. Of less interest to him was the text written beneath in some dead language.

"We call it the Grand Orgy, and bringing it about has been the secret goal of the Rutyu ever since the Rule of Two was established," elaborated Bliss. "While many of the details no longer apply, the gist remains the same. As long as the princesses remain in power, the best way for us to usher in a lustful utopia is to get them to do it for us."

Pound balked. "Uh, no offence, but I don't think that's gonna work. Canterlot Castle is the most heavily guarded building in all of Equestria. Plus, I don't think either Celestia or Luna even have sex drives. The second we pulled out our Penetrators, we'd be cuffed and carted off to the dungeons."

Bliss nodded. "Indeed. And the invisibility collars don't work for that long."

"Ok, so we're stuck," said Pound.

"Not quite. Many things have changed recently. Namely, there are five princesses now, and one of them is the perfect target: Twilight Sparkle."

"Oh, duh!" he exclaimed. "Twilight doesn't have guards, insisting it ruins her approachable image. And even though she's a super-powerful mage, there's no way she has any training defending against our magic."

Bliss smiled, pulling him in close. "Exactly. So, all you need to do is just walk in and convince her that the Rutyu way of life is for the best, and she'll do our job for us. Just one superb experience and a bit of persuasion is all it takes."

Pound delighted greatly at the prospect of fucking a princess. "I am very much down with that. But Twilight has had wings for a while now. Why haven't you taken her for a ride yet?"

"Because she's straight. No amount of lust can change that."

Ah, that made sense. It was his lucky day. Pound smirked, idly groping Bliss. "Then it will be my honor and my privilege to teach Twilight all about friendship with benefits, Rutyu style."

Bliss laughed at that. "Well said! Since you're so eager, how about we head back to Ponyville ASAP?"

* * *

With no reason to wait, Pound and Bliss packed their things and embarked for Equestria. The journey on hoof was much less arduous for Pound now that he was in fighting shape, and they made good time. To avoid detection, Bliss had them approach Ponyville via the last route anypony would expect: the Everfree forest.

Obviously, most ponies had good reason to avoid the forest. Case in point: the huge Cragadile that leapt from shallow waters to swallow them whole. But a Rutyu Savant was not most ponies, as he and Bliss halted the beast's charge with a sudden burst of need.

They had almost made it through to the other side when night began to fall, the woods rapidly becoming engulfed in shadow.

"Great. Now we have to camp in the wagon again," complained Pound. "Sleeping with you is usually fun, but actually sleeping is fucking painful without a mattress."

Bliss sighed. "True. But if life had no pain, then how would we know pleasure?"

"Ugh," said Pound, rolling his eyes. She had a point, but he still didn't like it. He wanted a good night's sleep, dammit! It's not like there was anypony he could crash with out here, though.

And that was when it hit him. There may not have been any ponies living in the Everfree, but he knew a zebra who did. Pound reached out with his magic, searching the forest for her. It turned out her house was close by.

"I just remembered something, follow me," said Pound.

Bliss blinked. "Oh? Sure."

Pound cut through the underbrush, leading his mistress to Zecora's place. He was only barely acquainted with the zebra, and had never paid her a visit before. Pound was quite aware of her skills as an alchemist, though, as she sold her wares in the town proper.

Needless to say, Bliss was somewhat surprised to find that, yes, there was an inhabited tree-house in the Everfree. The soft lantern light from the windows clued him into Zecora's presence within. He immediately trotted up to the door and knocked.

When Zecora opened the door, her eyes widened. "Do my eyes deceive me? Is this young Pound Cake I see? You've been missing for quite a while! Come inside, escape from the creatures most vile."

"Thanks," he replied.

Zecora had a great body for her age, and was only a foal away from MILF status, in Pound's humble opinion. Her ass was one of the widest he had ever seen on an equine. Yes, this had definitely been the right decision. Still, Pound hadn't expected her to recognize him. He'd have to make sure she kept quiet. Luckily for him, he had the best method available.

He and Bliss stepped inside, surrounded by jars of herbs and old heirlooms. Before Zecora had a chance to ask any more questions, Pound reached into her mind and flipped her switch firmly to the on position.

Zecora's nostrils flared. "What...?"

It seemed she was at a loss for words. Pound smiled, his cock already preparing itself. "Zecora, it would be a huge help if you didn't tell anypony you saw me. Promise me that, and I'll give you a reward."

Her eyes flashed down Pound's body for a second before meeting his. "This is all very suspicious, but fine. I won't tell a soul about you or your friend if you get me off."

"What happened to rhyming?" he asked.

Zecora's tail flicked to the side out of reflex. "I can't when I'm this horny."

Fair enough, he thought. Pound then walked up to her, brushing her flank with a wing. "So. How do you want it?"

She hesitated, glancing over at Bliss, who just waved her off. "Oh, don't mind me. I'll just sit back and enjoy the show."

Zecora nodded. "There's a certain potion I've always wanted to try," she said, pulling a small vial off the shelf. It held a muddy, grey liquid. "Pound, drink this for me?"

Now this was exciting. Pound reached over and grabbed it. "What does it do?"

Zecora licked her lips. "You'll find out," she whispered.

The hormones in his veins overriding any restraint he would have had, Pound uncorked and drained the vial. It tasted terrible. The unexpected effects, however, were worth it. He felt a slight wooziness before suddenly beginning to shrink. Everything around him slowly grew larger as his body rapidly became more and more diminutive. By the time it stopped, he was about the size of most dolls at only five inches tall.

Now, Zecora loomed in front of him, her body a towering specimen of feminine majesty. She sat down and snapped him up in her hooves like a mare possessed. Pound was struck dumb by the sight of her enormous muzzle opening wide.

Not wasting any time, she proceeded to go down on his entire body. Zecora's slick tongue moved rapidly across Pound's flesh, coating him in an erotic sheen of saliva. She sucked on his now-tiny dick like a drinking straw, and it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

"Fuck, that's good. I might get addicted to this," he said.

Zecora did not reply, as she was too busy stuffing his lower body into her mouth. She massaged him with her tongue, methodically tasting every inch of him.

Moaning in delight, she pulled him out with a wet pop. "That's enough of that. Time for the main event."

Pound got an up-close look at her exotic curves as she slowly lowered him down to her pussy. At this size, the scent of her arousal hit him like a freight train, and he couldn't stop himself from diving right in. He sucked on her huge clit, triggering a series of spasms and grunts from Zecora. It was surreal, pleasuring a mare six times his size.

While still catering to her clit, Pound stroked her folds with his hooves, the thick muscle oozing delicious fluid under his touch. Soon, Zecora was unable to hold herself back any longer, and she unceremoniously got a grip on his rear hooves and shoved him inside her pussy headfirst.

It felt so damn amazing inside of her. Zecora's walls clenched around Pound totally, squeezing him in a hot, throbbing embrace. He could feel each pulse of Zecora's pleasure through the walls of her canal, and her musky scent filled his nostrils. His dick was also appreciating the sensations, but his lungs were not. Before he risked running out of air, he used his powers to crank up Zecora's pleasure as high as he could.

Her felt more than heard her scream, Zecora cumming tremendously. Her quaking folds squeezed Pound out of her, along with a rush of femcum that soaked him completely. This triggered Pound's own ejaculation, which was pathetic in comparison.

Collapsed in a puddle of Zecora's juices, Pound sighed in contentment. "Wow."

"I *pant* should be the one saying that," said Zecora, twitching in satisfaction on the floor.

Bliss started slow clapping. Pound chuckled and shook his head.

After about fifteen minutes, the potion wore off, and Pound returned to his normal size. Exhausted from both the sex and the travel, Pound collapsed onto Zecora's bed, with the mares on either side of him. Tomorrow was a big day, but Pound wondered if it could actually top this one as sleep overtook him.

Author's Note

1. Having at least one giantess scene in this fic was mandatory.

2. The fact that none of you recognized the expanded universe references saddens me.

3. It seems I overestimated my ability to generate content. You can still reasonably expect one new chapter per week.