The Gift That Keeps On Giving
I'm dreaming of a pink christmas
‘Twas the night before christmas, when all through the house
Just one creature was stirring, and it was stuck in the chimney.
Pinkie Pie’s big badonk was thoroughly wedged in the chimney. Maybe if she hadn’t eaten three hundred mince pies over the ten days she’d only be slightly stuck as opposed to utterly squished in on all sides. Sure, the chimney was three feet across from wall to wall, but she was three and a half feet across from hip to hip. Thankfully for her, her abundant curves were very soft, and able to squeeze into this comparatively small space. It was still very hard going. She was about half way down when she remembered she did have a door key for Maud’s house.
“Huh. Well, at least this is a once in a lifetime experience!”
Her breasts, each about twice the size of her head, were also pushed quite firmly against the bricks in front of her, as was her belly chub that would make Santa’s stomach seem positively slim. The stimulation caused by her cherry-sized nipples rubbing against the rough brick, with a fairly thin red jacket separating the two, was quite pleasure to say the least! Still, she struggled downwards. She was nearly there.
With a loud whoomp and a wave of dust, Pinkie landed at the base of the chimney, her prodigious booty making the landing nice and soft. Thankfully it seemed a fire hadn’t been lit there for some time, and Maud had kept it clean. She crawled out of the fireplace on all fours, and stood up, patting herself down and tidying up her cute santa costume. Now for the next part of her plan, the sun was nearly up! A little pile of presents Maud had received in the mail were arranged under the tree, and being the early bird she was (and, though she had only admitted it to a handful of ponies, she was very excited on christmas morning) she’d be coming down the stairs within the next half an hour.
Pinkie tiptoed over to the sofa, and plopped herself down behind it. At 5’4 it wasn’t hard to conceal herself. Maud’s enormous stature would be a little more difficult to conceal back here. She treated herself to a quick power nap, leaning her head back against the rear side of the sofa and slipping quickly into a light snooze. Crawling down that chimney was hard work! Within fifteen minutes, however, she was woken by a heavy footfall. At 6’6, curves almost as outrageous as Pinkie’s and quite a substantial musculature underneath, Maud’s 400lb body was quite easy to hear coming!
Pinkie’s eyes peeped up over the sofa as her huge sister stepped down the stairs in her pyjamas, giving a yawn and stretching her thickly toned arms before turning into the kitchen to make herself a coffee. As Pinkie heard Maud finish up, she could barely contain her excitement, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes as she sat squatting behind the seat. If anyone could have fit in between her and the wall behind her, they would have had a spectacular view of her outrageously large donk jiggling like pink jello - her giant butt cheeks were beginning to spill out!
Maud stepped back through into the lounge. Pinkie just managed to control her bouncing, but her enthusiasm boiled over and had to find another means of escape - a quiet giggle. Maud turned towards the sofa, thinking she heard a strange noise.
“Hello?”
Pinkie couldn’t take any more waiting. Much like the belt around her waist, she was going to explode at any moment. With a theatrical inward breath, she sprang up from behind the sofa, arms akimbo.
“SURPRISE!”
And indeed, her belt chose that moment to give up the ghost. Her excitable bouncing had shimmied the waist of her pants onto the widest part of her hips, and the sudden, exaggerated jostling made the leather on her right hip snap in two, and the belt slid down her waist, disappearing behind the sofa. Her pants which had already slipped down some way now had no support, and quickly followed her belt downwards, leaving her lower half completely nude!
“Oh. Goodness.”
Maud’s eyebrows raised a millimetre or two at the unprecedented sight. Pinkie could only look down at herself and giggle.
“Well, half of it’s off, might as well finish the job!”
She balled her hands into fists, and thrust her stomach and chest forward. The already-strained jacket had no chance, the buttons popping off in a furious fusillade as her enormous gut and bountiful boobs ploughed their way through the flimsy material. She grinned broadly at her achievement, sliding her arms through the sleeves and discarding the ruined jacket. Now she was standing before her sister in only her underwear - cute fuschia panties and a bra that were a size too small for her godlike curves.
“Wow. Great to see you, Pinkie. All of you.”
Pinkie couldn’t resist from rushing forward and embracing Maud tightly, her huge tits squishing against her taller sister’s abdomen. Her milk audibly sloshed as her boobs thwacked against those hard abs.
“Goodness, Pinkie, forget to milk yourself again?”
Pinkie giggled as she drew back, starting to unbutton her shirt.
“Forget is the wrong word! I’ve been saving myself up for you. Nngh, they’re so full. I know how much you like my milk, sis, so I thought I’d give you a special Christmas delivery! Mmm…”
Her tits were spilling out of the top, the sides, and underneath her bra cups. She fiddled with the strap briefly and with a WHUMPH they propelled forward, slapping against Maud’s stomach and crumpling on the floor. Revealed for them both to see was a pair of pumpkin-dwarfing, cotton candy-coloured swingers fat and bloated with rich, warm cream.
“Oh, Pinkie, you know me far too well. I’m going to have to suck them, I think.”
Pinkie Pie giggled at this outrageous display of hedonism and and emotion from her sister. She offered up one of her prime milk tanks, cupping it with her hands which looked small in comparison, and offering it up. A rivulet of milk was dribbling from the big, fat nipple, tracing a pale white line down the underside and along her stomach. She gave it a light squeeze and a gout of cream blossomed forth, spattering against the carpet. Pinkie beamed, and winked at her sister, a small bead of sweat rolling down her otherwise composed visage. Maud took Pinkie’s thick hips in her big, strong hands as she crouched down, her powerful legs flaring as she squatted. Their difference in height, combined with the fact that the underside of Pinkie’s big barrel-like tits reached her waist, meant Maud could stuff that chunky nip in her mouth in a half-squat position.
And she did! She took that monstrous teat in both hands and shoved it into her eager maw. Pinkie’s eyes rolled upwards, tongue lolling as her nipple, not noticeable less sensitive than her clitoris, was subjected to her sister’s big, strong tongue. She curved and pushed and twisted it every which way, thoroughly stimulating every minute nerve ending, as well as creating a seal with her lips and sucking for all she was worth, until Pinkie was on cloud nine. Cupfuls of hot, rich cream poured into Maud’s mouth which she greedily gulped down. After a dozen or so powerful sucks, she switched to the other swollen tit and started all over. Pinkie would bruise her lip if she bit it much harder, but she couldn’t help it: it felt so darn good!
“Mmfh, time for your second gift, sis.”
Maud’s head pulled back and with a pop the thick nipple sprang out of her mouth, Pinkie’s monster mammary jiggling gradually back into place at its own slow pace.
“There’s more? How generous of you, Pinkie.”
With a mischievous smirk, she produced from behind her what looked like a candy cane. A big one. Oddly, though, the straight end finished in a distinctly phallus-shaped tip, and there was what looked like a switch half way along its length. Maud could have asked where Pinkie had been keeping it all this time, but she knew that her sister was partial to quite literally keeping junk in her trunk on occasion. It certainly wasn’t junk on this occasion, though! As Maud stood back up, it was Pinkie’s time to squat down.
Maud looked on with what approached visible interest as Pinkie pulled the crotch of her pyjamas down, carefully introduced the candy cane into the large, palpably moist folds and flicked the little switch. The reaction was immediate - Maud's entire body shuddered.
“A-ah-aughn!” Amazingly, Maud’s eyebrows actually raised! Both of them! That meant she was very, very happy. And no wonder, with that thick, buzzing vibrator stimulating every inch of her vaginal walls with deep, powerful undulations. Pinkie added to the onslaught of pleasure by moving the vibrator back and forth, every once in a while pushing quite hard when she felt it struggling to make more headway, prying into Maud’s cervix. It was a testament to just how deep Maud was that the twelve inch long shaft of the cane was quite easily swallowed up!
“P-Pinkie, I’m, ungg.”
Pinkie snickered, using her free hand to tease Maud’s throbbing, engorge clit.
“Nice to meet you, ungg!”
Maud squeezed Pinkie’s shoulders with both hands and her hips kicked forward.
“Cummi-, ah, ohhh, cumming…!”
Pinkie, hand still on the curve of the candy cane, had it jerked out of her grips by the remarkable strong vaginal muscles her sister had at her disposal. With each throe of the orgasm, it was dragged in a little more. Maud was quietly wailing in bliss as the cane continued to vibrate harshly deep inside her, prolonging an already breathtaking climax. Stars danced before her eyes as a deep, tight heat swallowed her pubic area and crept out in all directions until her stomach felt numb. Nearly convulsing, she dragged the soaking cane back out of her pussy, dripping with her own juices. Fuck, she’d never cum that hard in her life.
“Pinkie grinned like a filly in a candy shop and took it back from her sister, decadently running her tongue along its length and collecting the abundance of her sister’s essence on her tongue before swallowing it all down. Maud sighed contentedly, collapsing into her sofa. Pinkie hopped, landing next to her, outrageous curves content to wobble unabashed before Maud’s eyes. She snuggled up to her, Maud still breathing quickly but beginning to calm.
“Mm, forgot how good you taste, Maud. Why did we ever move apart?”
“Because we were having sex so often that it was starting to interfere with our lives, Pinkie.”
“Oh, yeah! Hee, remember on my 23rd birthday when we did it pretty much nonstop all night and all the next day? That was fun.”
Maud’s pussy convulsed at the thought. She certainly did remember!
“I don’t see why we shouldn’t celebrate like that again. Now. Tonight.”
Maud laid a hand on Pinkie’s enormous thigh, unable to stop herself from squeezing the enormous pink mass of flesh that would compare quite well in size to the trunk of a pine tree. Pinkie’s hot nethers would have been visibly steaming if the room were a few degrees cooler. Liquid was beginning to coalesce on her labia. She was a real hair trigger, and could quite easily cum without physical stimulation under the right circumstances. And she was beginning to suspect they were in those circumstances tonight!
“Oh, Maud, how could I possibly say no?”
She leaned in to her sister, craning her neck up. Maud brought her head down, and her lips met Pinkie’s. They kissed hungrily, the only sound in the quiet house that of their mouths intermingling and the quiet howl of the blizzard picking up outside the window. Each was very much looking forward to enjoying the others’ company, and with any luck, they’d be snowed in all week.
