Arctic woke up the next morning, stretching and sitting up, greeting the day with a yawn and a grumble. He was not a morning pony. He looked at the time. Good, just enough to get washed up and head to school. He spread his wings, flexing them a few times while rolling his head, working out the kinks in his neck before grabbing a light breakfast, and splashing some water on his face. Shaking himself the rest of the way awake he went back to his room and pulled on his jeans, throwing on a simple tshirt, carefully pushing his wings through it. He opened the front door and stepped out, locking the door behind him as he began walking to school. He barely got a block, before unfurling his wings and taking to the air. As a pegasus, he loved to fly, and the warm sunny day made his slow start much easier, adrenaline kicking in as he propelled himself quickly through the sky. He wasn’t the fastest flyer by any means, but his taller size and greater wingspan allowed him to keep up with most of the pack. He looked down at the buildings, making out the familiar place of education amongst the other structures. He only saw a few other students on the way there, thankfully none pestering him. His asymmetrical wings always made him an easy target, and the students always seemed more than ready to bother him for one reason or another.

Surprisingly, he made it to his first class completely free and clear, not seeing maroon or light brown fur around the corners, or bumping into anyone as he maneuvered the hall. His classes seemed fairly normal, and by the time the bell rang for second period, he almost wondered if this would be a good day. Even as he sat through Ms. Harshwhinny’s class, she seemed rather calm, almost tired. He blushed faintly, remembering yesterday and how big she’d gotten. Probably still recovering. I’m glad to have the day off. She didn’t even glance at him as he left, shouldering his backpack. He allowed a small smile to slip across his muzzle.

As he made his way down to English Literature, he brushed past a few groups of other students, catching a few eyeing him oddly. He didn’t think much on it though, sitting in his usual place in her room. As the class went on, he noticed Cherilee acting similarly to his math teacher, not quite as energetic as normal, explaining the importance of old ponies that had written things in their times. He wasn’t really interested much, but as she let out the class, she gave him a small smile, one he found himself returning. It was a good thing he didn’t have detention with them today. He only had a couple periods left, but he couldn’t wait to get back home early and relax.

Much farther down the hall, a few turns to move to a much larger area, and he was in gym again, pointedly trying to ignore the outlined flanks of the mares as they stretched and moved around in the tight clothing. His own pride, or shame really, was similarly outlined, and he found himself getting warmer as the hour ticked by.

The heat was also in part to the fiery maned yellow pegasus shouting at her students. “Lets GO FROST! Pick up those legs! I want ten more rounds outta you NOW!”

Arctic groaned, doing as she asked. She was always having pushing him, making him fly farther, run faster, and generally make him rather tired by the end of her class.

Still, after the laps, she looked at him and gestured to the locker room. “Good work! Go get washed up and get on to your next class! See you tomorrow afternoon! Rest up those wings for those of you that have em!”

The white stallion didn’t wait to listen to the rest of her talking. Something about her unsettled him, and it wasn’t just her extra orders, though that was getting to be a pain. No, he rushed into the showers and stripped quickly, hastily letting the cold water douse him, cooling himself off and washing fast, trying to get in and out before too many saw him like this. He looked around, seeing no one, and focused, feeling his left arm grow colder, the water moving slower across the blue fur of his forearm, until it froze solid, water running over the ice as he played around, and further cooled himself with it for a moment. He waited until he was nice and cold before releasing the mental attention, feeling the now warm water thaw the patches of ice quickly. He rinsed off again, stepping out and grabbing a towel and his clothes. He dried off, getting his regular clothes back on, flinging some of the remaining water from his wings as he stowed his gym clothes back in his locker. He reached down and grabbed his pack, when his ear turned back to hear quick footsteps, turning around just in time for some of the other stallions to toss a cooler of ice water over him, quickly soaking through his clothes, his pack thankfully discarded fast enough to miss most of it. He shielded his face, and brought his hands down as the thick plastic bucket crashed down over his head, stunning him. He fell back into the lockers, wings and arms flailing for purchase, managing to catch himself before he went too far down.

The mean-spirited males jeered at him, thumping their hands against the bucket and calling him names, laughing at him as they left to go out into the hall. So much for a good day. He grabbed the outside of the bucket and threw it off, the plastic loudly echoing off the tiles walls. He shook himself, mane, tail, and wings all flinging water about as he grabbed a few more towels, patting himself dry for awhile, before giving up and throwing them into the laundry bin with the others. He grit his teeth, stuffing his anger towards them. They were just dumb, tormenting him for their pleasure. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction by retaliating.

He grabbed his mostly dry bag, and left the locker room, heading to his last subject of the day. Home Ec. Thankfully it was an easy course for the most part, and something he didn’t dislike. The sewing was tough on his large hands, but cooking wasn’t so bad. He caught the time, seeing the halls mostly empty now, marking his tardiness. He trudged on regardless. 7 minutes or 5, late was late, the stallion dripping a small trail of water behind him as he walked. He approached the door, set his jaw, and entered, trying not to look miserable.

From the expression on the pastel blue mare’s face, he didn’t succeed. “Arctic? Why are you all wet, showing up to class like that?” A few of the students hid their muzzles behind hands, snickering as he dripped in the doorway. The plump mare didn’t miss it, looking between them, and the sad, downtrodden stallion filling most of the doorway. “No matter. Come on dearie, let’s get you dried off. You can tell me then.” She went over to the partition separating her room from the next. “Mrs Shy? Can you look after my class for a while?”
The pale beige mare came over, matronly eyes looking over square spectacles to see the tall pegasus currently making a puddle on the floor. “Oh dear, of course. What happened to him?”

Arctic barely met her eyes. “N-nothing ma’am. J-just um...d-didn’t have enough time to dry off w-was all.” He looked back at the floor.

The two middle aged mares shared a knowing look, before the blue one took his hand and led him back into the kitchenettes, towards the back where the laundry machines were. The other slid the partition wall away, addressing all the students, handing out worksheets as she got her class back on track.

Arctic followed the kindly mare back to the far corner, careful not to linger on the wide, heavy backside as it bounced around with every step, her bust swinging into view from in front of her, offsetting her rump. Her whole body seemed to jiggle pleasantly, and he almost ran into her, catching himself with a start as her hand left his.

She turned to face him, placing a hand on her hip, the other levelling a finger at him. “Now Arctic, you’ve been coming to my class dry all year long, and just today you don’t have time to dry off? You were already late. Why not just dry off and be a little more late?” She held his gaze with her eyes, the magenta irises full of concern, and suspicion.

The wet pegasus just wrung his hands together, looking off to the side. “I uhm….j-just uhh...wanted to not be as late. S-sorry Mrs. Cake.” He looked back to her eyes, his own widening a bit at the anger in hers.

The finger that’d been pointing at him extended to poke him on the nose, before she gripped his chin, pulling his head down to look at him more closely, seeing his eyes shifting. “Uh-uh dearie. No lies. Tell me what happened truthfully hun. I won’t be upset.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, before continuing. “W-well I was d-dry after class, b-but some of the other guys s-splashed a bucket of water on me a-after I got dressed….then uhm….put the bucket over my head and h-hit it...I got kinda dizzy...t-they were gone, and I-I d-didn’t see them...s-s-sorry...I um...s-sorry Mrs. Ca-” He felt something on his lips, opening his eyes to find her finger shushing him. He mumbled, before blushing heavier as her arms encircled him in a big hug. She’d surrounded his arms, so he couldn’t really reciprocate, but he was all too aware of her abundant curves pressing into him, until she let go, humming thoughtfully.

She looked at him sternly. “Nothing to apologize for hunny, now c’mon, get outta those wet clothes. I’ll put them in the dryer for you, and see about finding you some dry, clean clothes.” She held out her hand, gesturing for him to hand them over.

He blushed, lifting up his shirt, putting it in her hand, before looking down. “U-ummm I’ll keep my p-pants if that’s alright m-ma’am.” There was nothing underneath them, and he really didn’t need further embarrassment today. He gasped as she fumbled with his belt, getting it open and pulling them down, his hands grabbing the waistband to pull them back. “S-stop t-there’s n-nothing a-ah....”

Cup Cake gasped, her hands flying to her mouth at realizing what she’d seen. “W-well now dear….j-just...here.” She pushed a spare apron into his hands. “Cover up with that while I get these off ok? N-nothing I haven’t seen before alright? I’ve got 3 of my own you know.”

Arctic took the apron and hastily stuffed it in the front of his jeans as she slipped them down, stretching the cotton fabric over his sheath and balls, the former already swollen. He hadn’t had time to empty himself that morning, the big balls packed tight with seed, even after all he’d filled the two with yesterday. He stammered another apology and stepped out of the jeans, the blue mare taking them and his shirt, turning away and bending over, huffing as she threw them in the dryer, setting the timer.

She was quite flustered. She’d nearly exposed a student! Still, she busied herself for a moment, closing up the machine and fiddling with buttons and dials, focusing on that to cool back off. Poor dear….I don’t know why they’d pick on such a nice young stallion like that. She straightened up, realising she been bent over too long, spinning back around. Her chest took a few seconds to catch up, swinging gently to a stop.

Arctic bit his lip as the big blue rump jiggled and swung gently. Maybe it was from not seeing her this close, but his teacher had a sort of motherly beauty about her that he hadn’t noticed before. He felt his wings standing up slightly, and quickly tugged them against his back, adjusting the apron to cover the increased swelling, his flare dangerously close to slipping out from letting his mind wander, wondering what it would feel like between that bosom.

She gave him a curious look, before she understood, cracking a gentle, disarming smile. “Now dear, you go ahead and stay back here. I’ll go ahead and finish the rest of my lesson while the machine runs. Just stay here ok?” She patted his chest, letting it linger to guide him to a seat,out of the way and out of sight. “Just relax ok? I’ll give you a passing grade today, and see if I can do anything about those guys. Oh, and here.” She took a few towels from the shelf and pushed them into his arms. “Go ahead and see what you can do to dry off ok sweetie?”

His ears practically burned as she talked to him like this, the stallion not really knowing how to respond. He sat like she’d requested, and gratefully took the towels, blushing as he covered more of himself, wilting a bit under her care. She was being so kind to him, but he couldn’t help but see how this might go wrong. He had no clothes, and not much in the way of covering besides. He waited for her to go back up front, before setting the apron aside and unfolding the first towel, working over his chest and abdomen, then up to his mane, ruffling the hair and letting the soft cloth pick up what it could. He looked around the cabinet, not seeing anyone, and stood up, turning around to rub over his feathers carefully, taking a long while on them, having to work from the top of each wing down, not wanting to bend any of the feathers. Afterwards, he ran it over his back, twisting around and spreading the dryer wings for easier access. He tossed it aside with the first, grabbing the last towel, running down one leg then up the other, spending extra time at the unshorn fetlocks, patting them before moving on, brushing over his flank and wringing out his tail. He was just getting finished when he heard a soft gasp, making him instantly freeze.

Mrs. Cake covered her mouth, her muzzle darkening as she caught a much better view of the heavy orbs hanging near the stallion’s knees. My goodness! Those look bothersome… She looked away, shyly folding her ears as he turned around.

He slowly turned, spotting his teacher looking down, quickly gasping and sitting down, not giving enough thought and pinching one of the heavy nuts against the seat, quickly adjusting himself and scrambling to cover himself with something and gripping the apron to his sheath. “S-sorry sorry I d-didn’t hear you m-ma’am.”

She looked back at him as he’d yelped softly, watching him trying to get comfortable. “Aww now don’t be sorry. It’s alright dear. J-just relax. You’re looking better. Nice and dry?” She smiled, looking hopeful as her own blush faded slowly.

He nodded. “Y-yes ma’am. M-much better.” The machine hummed away as he sat there, looking up at her nervously.

She glanced over, seeing there was a good bit of time left before it would be finished, then looked back at him, creasing her brow in worry. “What’s the matter now dear? You look less comfy than earlier! The kids are gone, and I gave those colts a good talking to ok? They shouldn’t bother you anymore. Just sit tight and…” She looked down, spying a growing wet spot in the middle of the apron. “...do...do you need to use the restroom hun? You’re leakin something there.” She tilted her head.

He looked down, bunching the cloth over the spot. “A-ah no g-goodness I…” He swallowed, the heavy mare stepping closer, shushing him. He felt the apron fall away as she pulled on it, exposing the tip sliding free, pre dripping steadily from it. His muzzle darkened heavily with blush. “P-please don’t be m-mad t-they’re just r-rather pent up…..I f-forgot to t-take care of it e-earlier and-”

Her finger was silencing him again, her other moving to gently take the lengthening member, stroking and rubbing along it as it filled out. “Shhhh honey…Momma Cake’s gotcha. Those do look troublesome. Let me give you a hand.” She watched it continue to fill out, creeping up his chest. “O-or two, wow.” She squeezed her thighs together, her underwear teasing her now as she grew warm from seeing the big shaft.

Arctic blushed, Mrs. Cake’s closeness pinning him as well as any binding would have right now. “Y-you don’t have to-”

Then she did pin him, as he felt the softness of her body settle down into his lap as she tugged his cock up to her mouth, licking the pre up from him, shifting her hefty rump over his lap while giggling. “Getting all worked up over and older mare...what a naughty boy….but I’ll clean you up this time.” She smiled, before swirling her tongue around his flare, making him moan, pre spurting out over her nose, making her pull back, eyeing the stallion. “Provided you don’t make a mess of me now….” She wiped her nose off, sticking her finger into her mouth and popping it free, before leaning back to suckle on his flare, letting her muzzle fill, before swallowing. She looked into his eyes, before feeling something wet on her chest, different than the growing patch between her legs. She let his shaft go, looking over her bust to see two little stains, spreading slowly. “Oh dear….they never do seem to stop after so many little ones...maybe we can help each other out?”

Arctic’s eyes were practically glued to her mouth as she suckled down his pre, before he noticed the splotches forming on her top, seeing her notice them shortly after, blushing at hearing her suggestion. He opened his mouth to stammer out an excuse, but a low gurgle resounded from him, his stomach deciding the answer for him. He had gone without lunch after all.

The azure matron’s eyes lit up at hearing this. “Sounds like you don’t mind at all.” She pulled up her shirt to her neck, pulling the massive cups of her bra down to expose the nipples, leaning forwards to press the leaky tit to his lips. “Go on now, drink up. It’s good for you! Take as much as you like sweetie.” She smiled warmly, taking his flare back into her mouth, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of precum from those overproductive orbs.

The pegasus was beside himself, surprised at the large blue fleshy nub leaking across his lips, staring at it as he felt her lips resume their pulling on his crown. He looked to her, seeing her eyes on him, giving him a wink, and looked back to her breast, the large, heavy swell almost beckoning him to start. “U-umm…” He was squirming lightly, uncomfortable with how hemmed in he was, but didn’t know if he wanted her to stop either. Already he felt the weight in his pendulous nuts lessening slightly, each soft gulp that reached his ears marking a tiny bit less pressure in them. He stared at the leaking teat for another moment, his stomach complaining, almost louder now, as if it detected the abundant source of nutrition right in front of him. “I uhm..e-err…” He blushed darkly, before pressing his muzzle to her bust, and taking that firm nipple between his teeth. He pursed his lips, and suckled, his tongue immediately registering the sweet, rich flavor washing over it. He suckled harder almost immediaately, swallowing his first mouthful, then another quickly, alternating heavy pulls, and quick gulps, quelling his belly with the plentiful bounty.

She smiled around his flare as she heard him stutter and struggle with the idea, happy he’d chosen to take it. Such a nice young man. She thought, before looking back down the length as it swelled again, delivering another warm spurt of cream. Tasty too. I know why the others are jealous hmmhmm. She looked back at him, watching him steadily drink, and gently stroked a hand through his mane, getting to the back and pulling, holding him gently against her breast.

The stallion felt himself relaxing as the warm drink sated his hunger, barely flinching as he felt her hand run through his mane to end up resting on his head. She wasn’t hurting him, and this was….surprisingly nice. There was the subtle lessening in pressure from his balls, and the steady warmth filling his belly as he drank greedily from her breast. The tasty ambrosia ran freely for several minutes, before it began to thin a little. He ran his tongue across the fleshy nub, collecting everything he could, before hearing her moan. He opened his eyes to see her blushing and looking right at him, pulling off his shaft with a gasp, letting the pre run down the side.

“Goodness honey, you’re quite hungry huh? Can’t say I blame you. The twins always had a tough time pulling away too. Give that one a break though ok? I think you’ve about drained it.” She giggled, seeing him pull off with a gasp, moving her hand to ruffle his mane. “Aww don’t be shy now. You’ve got a whole ‘nother one that’s got plenty more.” She shifted, pressing the nipple to his muzzle, pushing it inside without giving him a chance to get a word in. “There you go. Got plenty for you dear.” She leaned over and kissed the top of his head, feeling him resume nursing. “That’s a good stallion.” She gave the flustered male a warm smile, before deciding to remove her shirt and bra fully, using her cleavage to soak up the leaking pre, and running her tongue around the flare again. She followed with her lips, gently massaging now in addition to her suckling as she drank the seemingly endless flow of pre, watching his urethra undulate with every pulse into her muzzle.

Arctic drank from the new source of nutrition, unable to speak as she gently took hold of him again. He swallowed over and over, but he was already getting full. He moaned, almost feeling mindless as he worked on her second tit, feeling his orgasm building, rather slowly compared to late, but a welcome change as he closed his eyes again. He was starting to feel tired, the fullness of his belly, and so much warm, soft mare around him making him drop his guard, slipping into a comfortable rhythm.

Blue ears swiveled back as Cup Cake heard a light gasp, catching sight of Mrs. Shy, and gesturing with her free hand for her to back away a bit and go around the corner.

The pale yellow mare covered her mouth, looking to the side, then back to them, quickly glancing away again. She nodded, face rather red from the sight, and backed up quietly behind the stocked shelves of various foodstuffs. She fanned herself with a hand. Oh my gosh oh my gosh were they really just...how...ohhh….I’m all warm…. She felt the telltale stirring of her nethers inside her cotton panties, shifting her thighs as she heard the soft sounds of swallowing, punctuated with the occasional moan. She couldn’t help but turn to peer through some boxes to watch.

The white stallion continued to drink, his stomach starting to stretch lightly as he coaxed more of the sweet fluid from her breast. Her stroking hand kept him in place, but he moaned against her breast a little more loudly now, his orgasm approaching closer. It was slow, a simmering lust building in his body as he felt the massive, soft bust of his teacher, and her ever attentive tongue draw out a constant flow of precum. He pulled his head against her hand, ready to warn her, before feeling the grip tighten, the stallion early choking as he was made to swallow another mouthful.

Mrs. Cake gave him a knowing look, then winked. With unnatural ease, her head ventured further on his shaft, her neck bulging out clearly with his shape. She took a deep breath, then plunged further, sinking him deep into her throat, and swallowing around him hard. Her throat muscles rippled around him, practically wringing the shaft for its seed. She heard another choked gasp, before a muffled cry, before her eyes grew large, feeling the cock thicken even more as it pulsed, delivery spurt after warm spurt, filling her belly with thick cum. She swallowed repeatedly, goading him into releasing more, moaning as the weight settled in her belly, warming her from the inside.

The pale yellow pegasus had to cover her mouth as she watched the blue stomach round out gently, then swell. H-how….so...so much! She ground her legs together, before reaching down and tugging off her pants, taking her underwear with them at the same time. She bent down to remove them, keeping her eyes on the two so lewdly drinking from each other. Her nose bumped the shelf lightly, making her stop, just as she’d stepped out of her clothes. She saw what she’d bumped into, and her eyes lit up as she removed her apron, blouse, and bra next, leaving her things in a pile. She blushed hard, seeing the blue stomach engorge itself with the stallions production. She tore her gaze away, grabbing a few bottles from the shelf, and leaning back against a counter. Mmmm this is so...naughty….but I wonder...if he’ll like it…

All Arctic could really feel was just how tight her throat held him, and the spilling of precious nourishment down his front, soaking into his fur. His hips bucked fitfully up against her body, making her form bounce and jiggle, her belly even moreso as it grew. It went on for some time, swelling her to where it looked like she’d had quite the meal before he felt her pop off of him, a few errant jets landing across her muzzle. He finally pulled off her teat, leaning against the wall, breathing hard as he came down from his peak. “W-wow..I-” He quickly cut himself off, covering his muzzle for a small burp, his face reddening once more.

She sighed happily, before giggling at the stallions expression, smiling and covering her own muzzle, the sensual tension broken by the adorable behavior. “Sounds like someone needs a nap soon huh? Got a nice full belly from all that milk like such a good boy.” She licked her lips, gathering a few stray droplets of seed, humming in delight, and patting her own belly. “Mmm, gave momma such a nice meal too.” She pulled him to her chest, burying his muzzle into her cleavage. She stroked his mane, cooing softly, “Such a healthy young man too. All the seed must’ve had you all wound up, poor dear.” She kissed his head, before getting up, and looking down at him. He’s...still leaking, and hard? After all that? Oh dear...well, I do still have a bit of milk left too..hmmm She took his hand, helping him up to a standing position, and leading him around the shelves to the kitchen areas. She paused, smirking lightly. “Oooh looks like someone’s made you a beautiful desert hun.” She grinned, gripped his shoulders firmly, feeling him tense up.

Leaning back against the counter was Mrs. Shy, dark brown lines and swirls marring her usual pale coloration. She took one of the couple bottles of chocolate sauce she’d found, and drizzled some of the syrup right above her marehood, licking her lips. “C’mon, just a taste? I’m sure you’ll love it.” She took the end of the bottle and pressed it into herself, squeezing it hard, sending quite a bit into her tunnel. She hummed, and set the bottle aside, more of the sweet stuff oozing from her folds now. “Aww don’t be shy...here.” She took the flustered stallion from her colleague by the shoulders, and pulled him close, offering her own chocolate covered bust to him. “Growing boys need their fill…..”

The stallion could barely seem to get a word in between the two, feeling one soft pair of hands replaced by another as he was handed off, looking at all the sauce the older mare had poured over, and now in herself. His muzzle was pressed right to her shoulder, lips getting sticky with the sweet syrup, his tongue tasting it shortly after. It was good, so sugary, and chocolate was one of his favorite sweet treats. This was was certainly….unorthodox for eating it though. He soon started licking, swiping his tongue over her fur, cleaning the spot thoroughly before moving to the next. After barely a minute, he felt almost entranced, searching the next sweet spot from the last. He worked down her shoulder towards her chest, getting to the top of her breast, approaching her nipple soon after. He stopped there, the nub already hard from her arousal. He suckled on it, making sure to clean it well, eliciting a moan from the older mare.

Mrs Cake watched with enthusiasm and lust as the stallion took to his ‘treat’ with interest, and lost himself to it. Mmmm look at him go…..I wonder…. She removed her pants and underwear, fully nude now, then found Mrs Shy’s clothes. She took them and her own to the laundry area, then returned, going to the shelves and grabbing some whipped cream and honey, as well as a small bottle towards the back. Let’s see how long he can go. She even grabbed a jar of cherries, smiling as she brought them over, setting them down to watch the show, her hand slowly drifting down her swollen belly to her folds, teasing herself.

The other teacher was cooing and praising him gently, moaning whenever he would get to a sensitive place. He’s got a great tongue for this. She watched the firm muscle travel down her body, following the spirals and patterns she’d drawn with the sauce, working over her other breast. She moaned again as he really seemed to pay her other teat so much attention, and couldn’t help but rub his ears affectionately. Once clean, he moved to her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel to scoop out what lay there. She gasped as he pressed his mouth firmly to her soft stomach, sniffing and digging his tongue in the cushy mass, rooting out every drop. Ohhh..c’mon now….. She panted softly. Her nethers were practically leaking as much of her lust as what she’d squirted in there. “Alright hunny, a little lower please. That’s it, right….r-right...there!~” She moaned out, finally feeling his tongue lap against her folds, the stallion licking and suckling up nectar and chocolate alike. She saw his eyes, looking hungry as she finally felt him delve into the main part of his ‘dessert’. “Mmmm make sure to get it all now sweetie. Quite the mess I seem to have mmm..made.” She looked over to see Cup Cake rubbing and fingering herself as she watched, blushing from the sight.

The blue mare watched him so eagerly eat out the leaky cunny that was offered, and it gave her an idea. She reluctantly pulled her hand away, and climbed up on the countertop, lying face down. She grabbed a can of whipped cream topping, and pushed the nozzle to her rump, filling the space between those huge flanks. She pressed more, getting a little past her rosebud, before covering the surface of her rear too. The can empty, she put it aside and grabbed the honey, drizzling it over the whipped cream, then pushed the bottle between her thighs, squirting it messily to coat her inner thighs, then squirting a lot up into her folds too, feeling it spill slowly back out. Lastly, she took a few cherries and placed them around, nestling one right into her folds. Preparation complete, she resumed watching the big stud’s tongue ravenously lick and worm into those lips, his muzzle firmly pushed between those heavy thighs of her peer.

Arctic just kept licking and lapping at her, occasionally pulling away to find more on her inner thigh, before shoving right back into her hole again, until she was quivering in place. He felt the fingers that had been stroking his mane grip it softly, gently holding him there. She was getting close. He attacked her clit with passion then, until he heard her squeal, his muzzle instantly coated in a deluge of musky mare juices, further wetting his fur. He gulped and swallowed, stuffing his tongue back inside her to get everything he could. His stomach may be full, but he’d make room for more sweet arousal happily, lost in his lust.

The beige mare panted and breathed heavily, coming down from that orgasmic high. “So...mmm….such a good job honey, finish your desert, and giving me such a nice tip. It looks like you’ve...got another course to go though…” She giggled, petting the stallion’s head and gesturing towards the two huge flanks topped with whipped cream, honey, and cherries. She helped him up, and gave him a gentle push. “Go on now. Make sure you treat her as well as me, and we’ll make sure to help you too.” She smiled as he stepped over, his muzzle practically drooling already.

Mrs. Cake watched him amble towards her, and patted her backside, making it jiggle pleasantly. “Get it while it’s hot now Arctic. Wouldn’t wanna wait too long…” She grinned, waving her tail, beckoning him closer. She wiggled her rump, sticking her tongue out. “I know you’ve got room for more don’t you? Such a hungry boy.” She turned back to get a better look, seeing him leaning down already, captivated by her flanks. He looked almost silly, muzzle covered in marecum and chocolate. She gently gripped his mane, and helped him bend the rest of the way, before pushing his muzzle right into the cream. “There you go hun, eat up now!”

Arctic was mesmerized by those massive buns almost as much as the equally immense bosom propping up Mrs. Cake’s front. He followed her hand, and pushed into the creamy mound, sucking down mouthfuls of the honey-laced confection. His figure was going to suffer after today for sure. He dutifully licked away at the white creamy until he felt the soft, sweaty fur of her rump, scooping and cleaning her off as he went along. His face was a mess, covered in chocolate, femcum, and now honey and whip cream. He scooped up a cherry with his tongue, the sugary sweetness going well with the savory taste her fur seemed to have. He didn’t shy away, mindlessly cleaning and digging his muzzle into the crevice of her rump. He pushed in deeply, smearing the whipped cream over his cheeks as he worked his tongue against her pucker, not minding it at all. His stomach felt more than full now as he packed more into it. Her rump taken care of, his tongue found more honey, and slipped deeper between those thick thighs. They enveloped his muzzle they were so large on the smaller mare, and he found himself taking quicker breaths, slurping and suckling the honey right from her folds. He opened his mouth side, pressing against her groin firmly, smushing those honey-laced folds inwards as his tongue shoved deeper into her, savoring her taste along with the nearly overpowering sweetness. As he ate her out, her natural musk began to show itself as he cleaned out all the sweet liquid she’d pumped into herself. This was incredible, and he was struggling to figure out which he liked more.

Mrs. Shy came around front of her peer, watching Arctic’s muzzle root around, so hungrily going after everything he could. She cooed down to him as he worked. “Such a good boy, cleaning up his dinner and dessert...mmm such a nice young man.” She looked down at Cup as she caught her waving to her. She leaned down, listening to the blue mare whispering something to her, and her smile widened. Ohhh yes that would work…...I haven’t fed the kids like that in years….oh? That much hmmm? Well….he’ll drink it down I’m sure, like the nice big colt he is. She smiled, before taking the small bottle Cup had brought over. She opened it, and popped a small, white pill into her mouth, swallowing it, blushing lightly. This was so…..deviant of her. She’d just cum a moment ago, but already she could feel those inner fires stoking themselves for another go. After all, he’s still hard...gosh...just looking at it….

The azure mare felt his tongue everywhere, running over her plot, in-between the plump mounds, as he journeyed around the large blue curvature.She nearly squealed as she felt his tongue delving into her tailstar, trying to relax it to give him more room. She couldn’t help but squirm a little as he pushed inside, and moaned as he finally got to her folds. So eager to please...hmmm...now that gives...mmmm...me an idea… She silently grabbed the little bottle from earlier, and showed it to Mrs.Shy, trying to keep her composure as the stallion vigorously worked her tunnel. She whispered to her, keeping her voice down aside from gasps and stutters as she explained her plan. She smiled and watched her colleague take the pill, meant for inducing heavy lactation for mothers who just didn’t have enough. Good thing I had some leftover from the twins…..greedy little things. She hummed in pleasure, feeling the stallion so thoroughly attending to her marehood, gasping and moaning as his tongue dug deeper. “That’s it hun, get it all now, no leftovers….good...such a good boy! You’re making momma so happy.”

He blushed hard from the matronly talk, as he savored her femcum, swallowing what he could, the honey mostly gone now. He didn’t seem to slow down though, lapping and running his tongue through her cunny, pushing it in and drawing it out, changing where he pushed, and keeping his muzzle pressed hard against her groin. He closed his muzzle a bit, clamping down on her labia, before finding the swollen nub below them. He was quick to push his tongue to it, lashing it over the hard nub, working it diligently until he heard her cry out, and a fresh wave of nectar covered his muzzle. He kept licking her, drinking down her lust, losing himself yet further to desire.

Mrs. Cake shivered in blissful release, showering the eager student in her arousal, musky fluids pouring over him. “Ahhhh there’s a good pony! Oh that felt wonderful dear.” She let him finish cleaning her juices, before moving to sit on the counter, rolling over and sitting up. “Mmmmm wonderful dear…” She looked over at her peer, seeing her tits tightening, growing larger and rounder with pressure. “Ooh...are…..are you ok hun?” She said, feigning ignorance to the beige mare’s situation.

The pale yellow mare held her bust, white trickling from her nipples. “O-oh dear, something s-seems to have got them g-going again…..o-oh no...umm..t-they’re getting kinda tight.” She squeezed them, twin streams of milk coming out thinly. “O-oh there’s -so much...why…” She played her part well, knowing exactly what was going on. “I...I think...I think t-the orgasm caused them to...to let down again….” She blushed hard, really selling it.

Arctic looked to the twin peaks, massive, and even larger now, leaking steadily, not unlike his shaft was now. “I...I did that? O-oh no..I’m s-s-sorry ma’am. I uhm...I’m k-kinda full though….I’m...I’m not-” He didn’t get anymore time, noticing a pair of blue hands pushing him back against the island in the middle of the kitchen, laying him on his back. He was too surprised to struggle, feeling the motherly duo moving him to lay across it. Mrs. Shy was at his head, and Cup Cake was at his ankles, helping him get comfy.

Mrs. Cake climbed up and straddled the stallion, stroking the turgid length, smearing it with his own pre. “Shhh I’m sure you can help her out can’t you hunny? You do look a little full, but you made her swell up. Gotta help relieve the pressure right? You did such a good job pleasing her….ooh look at her poor teats, so swollen tight. You’ll help fix it won’t you?” She smiled warmly, trying to put him at ease. “Good boys work on correcting problems they cause.” She licked his cock, making a show of it, slowly dragging her tongue up the side, swirling it over the flare. “Besides, do well and I’ll see if I can’t take any more out of these nice big balls of yours.”

The other mare took hold of his head, feeling the sugary mess over his muzzle, playfully pressing around his cheeks, and then tilting his chin up, cooing. “There you are. Remember, if you do well, then we’ll take care of you ok?” She smiled warmly, putting the stallion at ease, and shushed him with a finger. “Mm-mm. You’re going to help me now, ok? Help momma out. They’ve gotten so full thanks to that wonderful tongue of yours.” Both teats were leaking heavily now, streams dripping down to matt her fur. Her grip on his head tightened, and she waited for him to gasp from the blue mare’s tongue, quickly leaning over him and stuffing a nipple into his muzzle. She bent lower, pressing her weight on his head to keep him down, and gently placed her hands on his arms, rubbing them to soothe him. It wasn’t long before she felt him suckling from her, drinking down the pressurized flow. But as he drank she still was feeling tight, and only getting moreso. “C-c’mon Arctic, hunny, can’t you go faster? They’re sooo taught.” She said as he drank, before shifting herself. She moved closer, and rolled her free tit to his lips, pressing that nub alongside the first, and then let her weight fall, squeezing milk out rapidly. She heard him groan, looking to see his throat working quickly to keep up. “That’s it, now that’s better. Good boy.”
He groaned, or was that his stomach? He was more than overfull by now, guzzling the forced bounty to join the other mare’s contribution to his belly. It was richer tasting, he dimly realized, than the other mare, though not as sweet. He swallowed quickly, barely able to stop for long enough to take a breath. Even as he did, his mouth filled fast, and he had to swallow again right after, barely able to focus on much else. Fortunately, his shaft didn’t need much focus, the feeling of the plump mare on his lower half getting more pre from him, feeling her spread it over him, playing around and nuzzling into the firm flesh. His attention was drawn to his stomach then, as he felt it brush against the top of his sheath, growing visibly, large enough to hold a few watermelons by now, and still stretching. Luna’s mane, she’s gotta be empty soon! Indeed, it had been several minutes now, more in his stomach now than she could’ve possible held, yet more flowed still, engorging his belly further as he felt the soft globes push into his muzzle from her weight. He didn’t struggle much, finding the expanding feeling good, but the amount she was putting out barely seemed less, and he’d had a few gallons by now!

Cup’s eyes lowered, her lids half-closed as she watched him grow, seeing his neck bulge and ripple with the impossible volume he swallowed down. Takes to it so easily… She smiled, nuzzling and sliding her tongue along his cock, rubbing her own substantial bust against it as she stood. She stepped over the length, gripping it between those heavy thighs, squeezing and massaging it, feeling the pre wetting her groin. She took a moment to rub her own swollen stomach as she felt her inner thighs get coated. Still so productive, though….we have teased him a lot…. She looked to her partner. “Think he’s helped enough for a reward? I wanna really feel this stud.” Her smile grew as she caught a nod from the mare still pinning his head. “I knew he’d love it. Such a thirsty one!” She patted his growing middle, before moving her hips, sliding her folds over his flare. She didn’t take long before pressing down, spreading herself, and sinking his cock inside, giving off a low moan as she did. Her tunnel stretched around the spire as she descended, taking in inch after inch. The medial ring slipped through those soaked lips, and then she gasped, stopping as she felt his crown bump into the end of her passage. She looked down, almost in disbelief at the several inches left outside. She pushed harder, straining herself, feeling her tunnel stretching deeper, her cervix unrelenting for now. “Gosh...you’re gonna make some mare really happy with all this stallion you carry around.” She lifted herself, lightly beginning to bounce on his cock, working on trying to get him deeper.

The other teacher had taken to a different kind of bouncing, her own over productive assets squishing into his mouth, accompanied by heavy gushes of rich mare milk. Each lift up and it subsided for him to pant a quick breath, before she squeezed them against him again, the pressure forcing more down his throat, the malleable flesh of her bust forming a good seal, though it left some of her fur saturated. “Come on hunny, I think I’m almost empty now, keep it up~” She teased, knowing full well she was just as full as ever, until finally feeling the tightness around them dissipate. It took a good while, but the twin floods of bountiful liquid slowed, the drug having run its course. She held him down still, watching as he sucked down the last trickling drops, catching sight of his belly, looking like he was rather impossibly swollen, his stomach the size of a small beach ball, though sagging slightly, the weight forcing it to hold a more smushed shape. She lifted herself off of of him just a little, the lustful student licking across her fur, making her moan softly in pleasure as the overworked teats were teased. She rubbed his belly, spreading a little of what coated his fur over it, before looking to see Mrs.Cake, her lower torso bulging slightly, her extra pounds hiding it somewhat. Mmm I can’t wait for my turn…

Arctic’s head dropped back as the twin milk pumps were pulled away, gasping for air heavily, and held his belly. “Nnnghhh...mmm~” He barely could think, so stretched out, so aroused. He could barely think, only feeling the tightness of his stomach, and the tight grip of the blue mare around his pride. “S-so…...fullll~” He lay there, trying to recover some sort of clarity, that big belly bouncing and sloshing around from Mrs. Cake, her own stomach pushing into his. He looked blearily up at her, reaching up to grab her hips, just behind her soft love handles. “Nghrr!~” He pulled down, pushing up with his hips, earning him a yelp from the blue pony as he entered her womb. He kept hold of her, timing his hips to meet hers. He watched lustfully as the bulge worked its way up her form, practically pushing between those soft tits, her body taking him well enough to titfuck him through her own torso.

Mrs Cake’s tongue was hanging out a little, ecstasy painted across her features. “H-holy….Celestia hun…..” She took her breasts, smushing the huge pillows against the bulge running through her. “Gods above...are you seeing this?~” She kept bouncing, looking over to see Mrs. Shy’s reaction, eyes wide open, cheeks red, a soft pattering of liquid barely audible over the lustful rutting. “Oh gosh….I wonder if we can keep him~” She pushed down harder, pushing his stomach down, forcing it out of the way to take him fully. “Yes...c’mon stud. Cum! Give momma lots of that thick cream she loves! I wanna look pregnant with your foals when you’re done~” Did I just...say...foals? Ohhh my… She came, musky nectar spilling copiously down his sheath to slather over his big balls. She kept fucking him through it, feeling his strong arms work her orgasm further, femcum gushing out messily, spraying over the bottom of his stomach.

The other mare was beside herself with lust, climbing up onto the counter and straddling his head before she even realized she’d moved. She dropped her hips, squashing his nose right into her pussy, feeling her lower lips spreading to envelop the end of his snout. She gasped, squealing and shoving her body down more, feeling her walls strain around his snout, quivering and soaking his muzzlefur more as her labia met his neck, her rump covering his head as she started rutting herself using his face. “Ah! Damn this colt is...so good! I kinda…..wouldn’t mind….keeping him either~” She reached back and grabbed his mane, holding him gently as she took out her lust on his head. She quickly felt him squirming, tongue lapping deeply inside her as she rode his snout roughly.

The stallion was barely able to focus on any one thing, his nose full of his teacher’s scent, his mouth full of her taste. He could barely keep his eyes open, panting through his mouth when he could as she used him roughly, her soft rump slamming over and over into his head again. He felt her sopping tunnel spilling more over him, feeling the musky juices getting into his nose now. Between that, and the other mare squeezing him so much, rutting his pride firmly, it wasn’t long until the tip flared, cum gushing like a hose into her womb, quickly filling it, stretching it out to press into her fully belly. He felt her stop moving after she’d cum, hilting him and letting him pump his load into her body, the shaft too wide to really allow anything back out. His orgasm was like the previous, copious, and lengthy, bloating her until she looked overdue with a foal, maybe even two. He rested his hips on the counter, his peak finishing just in time for his world to go completely dark, shutting his eyes as he felt those wet lips clenching on him. More wet arousal pushed into his mouth, his tongue scooping around as he swallowed, not wanting to choke as the pale yellow mare added a few more gushes into his throat. Finally, he could see as she got up, looking with heavy blush, panting as he watched Mrs. Cake get up off his cock slowly, quickly covering her crotch to keep his load from pouring out.

The mares switched places then, Mrs Shy more than eagerly hopping up, only to prod his flare to her ass, wiggling her hips to smear his pre around, then slowly sinking him inside her with a groan. She clenched and milked his flare with her pucker, slowly undulating it as she took more of him, not stopping until she was at the base, hand on her tummy to feel him pushing it out. “Ohhh my. He feels even bigger than he looks.” She bit her lip, before raising herself, slowly pistoning his shaft, squeezing her rump around him too, not giving him a break at all. She looked at him, seeing him barely coherent, smiling devilishly. “You better fill me like her big boy. Might have to see just how much I can milk out of these nice big balls of yours.” She gently fondled the oversized sack, feeling the weight of them. “Mmm feels like you’ve got plenty left.” She sped up, loosening herself to rut the shaft buried up into her backside, clenching each trip upwards, trying to wring the cock as much as she could, wanting him to hurry up and fill her. “Be sure to give as much as you can.”

He looked back and forth between them, seeing the blue mare with a rather heavy looking belly, and then watching his own cock push out the pale mare’s stomach as she worked his shaft over. He grit his teeth. Damn she’s...t-tight. Can’t even...rest! I think I...I’m not gonna last! He’d already come twice, and with no breaks, it left him rather sensitive. If they keep this up….I might actually be empty. That would be a nice result from all of this really, though they’d be full again not too much later.

Mrs. Cake walked around timidly, trying her best not to spill anything out of her folds. She settled down on the counter across from the island, watching her coworker take the massive length up her rump, seemingly with little trouble. Goodness, the things I never thought I’d learn. She leaned back, idly rubbing a few fingers through her lower lips as she watched, before feeling Arctic’s cum leaking out, making her pause, looking around for something to use. She ended up grabbing one of the can of whipped cream from earlier, gently working the nozzle inside herself, followed by the widening end, pushing the canister further in, moaning softly as she trapped the load inside herself, clenching herself around the metal object, used in a very odd way. She groped her chest then, feeling lingering arousal from her peak, and watching the two go at it. She felt a thin trickle on her fingers, milk leaking out. Oh...he never did finish...mmm it’s been awhile...since...oh why not. She grasped her boob, hefting it and rolling the nipple up to her lips. She sucked, tasting her own milk, before she started drinking softly, her other hand twisting the can, teasing herself with it as she went back to watching the scene in front of her.

The pale beige mare was moaning loudly now, loving the cock filling her like she’d never been before. She was sweating and breathing hard, feeling that shaft spreading her so deeply, it’s every twitch marking another burst of pre to slicken her passage, filling it slowly. She gasped and panted, looking him right in the eyes, watching him struggle, watching him try to hold back. She leaned over him, placing her hands on his chest, and went faster, rutting the male for all he was worth. She didn’t have to wait long either, feeling the flare spreading her more as he got close. She moaned loudly, a fresh wave of marecum spraying out over his torso as she came, hilting him, grinding that ring against his sheath as he came. Warmth flooded her belly, growing in potency as he came hard up into her, the thick fluid flowing backwards through her until it reached her stomach, filling it rapidly, before it began to stretch. She placed a hand to her belly, feeling it push out, soft rolls of flesh smoothing out, then stretching under the cum flooding her body. “Oh….mmm there’s so...much...ahh wow...I won’t need to...worry about...mmm...dinner then.” She looked down at herself, watching her middle push out inch by inch as he fired more cream into her belly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing her swelling gut as it took his heavy load, gurgling as she held her hips down on him, containing his liquid love.

His head rested back on the island counter, his balls working tirelessly to fill his current lover, pumping over a gallon up into her before it was over, slowly trickling out. He shuderred a bit, arousal running up and down his spine, wearing steadily on his mind. “Hagh….” He wore a goofy smile, seeing the blue mare teasing herself, before looking to the other, watching her lifting herself off him, only to lower herself again, pushing his still-hard cock into her marehood, her face a mix of lust, and incredible desire. He threw his head back and moaned, his hips moving on their own, pushing up into her womb quickly, her cervix almost seeming to open up for him. “N-nngh..ah….I...not..gonna….last….ma’am….~” His own eyes were half-closed, lust burning behind them. She was milking him with all she had now it felt like, her marehood even softer and more controlled than her backdoor. He tried to hold her, but he found his arms pinned by her hands as she rode his spire harshly. He looked up to see her grin, her eyes mirroring his own, full of lust for his seed.

Mrs. Shy rode him hard and fast, not wasting any time, moaning loudly, almost feral in her demeanor now with the abundant source of cum to slake her lust. She didn’t slow, or falter, ceaselessly rutting the colt, stretching herself over him tirelessly. “Good first load, but c’mon, you gotta fill momma good now, give her everything.” She watched him start to squirm some, feeling his hips push up into her, her mane whipping around as she pushed down hard each time, pulling on his cock on the way up, using her muscles to try milk at him, almost feeling like she was trying to pull the cum right from his balls. “Let’s go hunny, You better not run out on me now. Make momma proud~” She felt him flaring already. Goodness….how can he still be hard? Mmm feels like he’s getting to his limit though….hang in there Arctic.

Mrs. Cake suckled down her own milk, drinking it slowly, watching as her colleague took his load up under her tail, then blushing further as she shifted him right to her pussy, starting over again. He’s still...kind of keeping up right? Y-yeah he looks...ok. She looked on with a little concern, partially for his health and partially for her herself too. Ohhh I kind of want to try...him...again back...there. She shifted, slowly pleasuring herself, keeping the fire lit in her groin as she watched the other two go at it roughly.

Arctic wordlessly yelled, no sound leaving him as he came yet again, his flare spreading and catching on her cervix, making him gasp, drawing in a large breath before crying out, cumming as much, or maybe even more than previously, filling her womb, bloating her further, until she looked much like Mrs. Cake, perhaps a little larger, watching her tummy grow with the fresh influx of rich seed. He came down slowly, drifting into a sort of haze, hardly even noticing the other mare coming over, watching as he finished, and helping her off, barely hearing some murmering as they switched again, the blue figure lifting herself up for another go. He was still hard after all, his unnatural virility showing itself to the two motherly mares. His eyes grew wide as he felt the puckered ring of his home ec teacher spread around him, hearing her groan, a sensual, low pitch drilling into his core.

She grunted, bearing down on him, using her weight, and desire to work her rump down on him, wanting to feel all of him. “Mmm come on babe….I hope you saved some for me. You did...so well earlier….we’re gonna empty you out, lighten your load as best we can.” He had so much! She was frankly, in disbelief, were she not currently feeling her rump spreading more for him, feeling his shaft deeper inside than any shaft, fake or otherwise, had ever gone. Finally, his pre lubricating the way, she felt his sheath grinding against her tailstar, his flare buried into her deeply. “Ah that’s a good colt. Now, make sure you give me lots more, don’t worry hun, I can handle it.” I think. Carrot has fed me pretty large sometimes…. The thought of her husband helping her grow round with pastries and treats spurred her on, the mare licking her lips before lifting up and coming down, bouncing in short motions on the girthy pole.

She felt so tight around him, it was nearly maddening with how sensitive he was now. After so much rutting, he’d have trouble holding back at all. It wasn’t long either, maybe a few minutes, before he was flaring again, painting her insides white with hot cum, bloating her stomach even further, watching her pass triplets, then quads as he forced her stomach larger with every spurt, adding to what she’d drank not too long ago.His hips twitched, pushing against her flanks with every rope of seed that pulsed into her. She was nearly as big as he was before the flow finally tapered off again, the stallion laying there, panting tiredly, not having gone so long without a rest before. “P-please...b-break….neeed…”

Mrs Shy came over and helped the other mare off him, whispering to her as she stepped down. She slapped Cup’s ass, making her yelp, before the two moved to either side of the hard cock, pushing their breasts against either side of it. “Break? I don’t think so hun….it’s getting late….and you still...have more…” She looked at their bellies, both looking quite large, multiple gallons each. “...somehow.” It was her turn to blush, turning to look at Cup’s face, tinted darker as well. They both began working their breasts over him, rubbing the leaking pre into their cleavage, slickening their fur down to make it smoother over the big member. They shared a knowing look between each other, and started licking up and down the length, then raising up to his flare, leaning in to kiss each other deeply, staring at him, taking pleasure in his lustful gaze, feeling him squirm. They giggled softly, breaking the kiss to slide back down his cock, pushing more firmly, kissing and worshipping that stallionhood.They licked up each errant spurt of pre, the rest keeping them nice and slick. It didn’t take long as the watched the flare spread wide, hearing the stallion’s sharp sound, before cum burst into the air, raining down over them both rather messily. The pale mare leaned back, letting it spatter messily all on her fur, using her hands to rub it in, while the blue mare tried to catch what she could in her mouth. Eventually, Cup placed her mouth over it, swallowing down more. After a few gulps, she pulled away, cheeks swollen, and kissed her fellow teacher, swapping the cum back and forth lewdly, drooling and drinking it between them before separating with a gasp. They both panted, stuffed and covered with seed, finally watching as the shaft they’d used for so long finally softened, flopping over his own heavy gut. Mrs. Cake sighed, while Mrs. Shy shook her head, breaking the sensual tone for a moment with a laugh. “I was wondering if that thing ever ran out!”

He watched his cock soften, his balls finally empty. He panted, breathing hard, rather worn out from pleasing the two experienced mares. He watched them get up, beginning to lick the seed off of each other, making him blush more. He’d given them everything he had, his balls, and tongue both, rather worn out. He heard hushed whispering, laying back and resting, relaxing.

The two mares showed a thoughful look, before concern wrote itself over Cup’s face. “Psst..I’m...I’m leaking Shy...I d-don’t think I can make it to the uhm..restroom.” The other mare nodded her agreement, feeling both her holes leaking, even though she tensed, trying to keep the warm pool inside of her. She looked over the other mare’s shoulder, spotting something on the counter, pointing carefully. More hushed tones and Cup walked over to grab the pair of spouts, hard plastic lined with soft rubber. She picked up a coil of soft, ribbed rubber hose, the kit meant for helping pour things into unusual containers, like a shallow bowl, maybe a basin under the counter, or in this case, a stretchy stallion. She passed a funnel and the hose to Mrs. Shy, before they approached him, the blue mare at his head, the other near his legs. Cup spoke. “Alright hunny, one more task before you’re done. You did such a great job filling us up good, but now...well I can’t get around like this and...well….there’s so much of a mess already…” She blushed more, holding up the funnel. “You’ve got another course to go, and after all, you’re still a growing boy. A little extra won’t hurt right? Open up now, hmmm….” She rubbed his belly, placing the narrow end into his muzzle as he moaned, watching his eyes widen as she clambered up to straddle the tool, removing the canister and letting his cum pour from her front and rear passages. She sat down then, putting some of her weight on it, holding it inside him, the wide end covered by her massive plot. “Come on hunny….drink up for me now. I promise it’ll be ok Arctic~”

He gagged as the funnel wedged itself into his maw, before the weight pushed it in more, his hands coming up to push against her, but she was too heavy, and he too tired to do much to stop them. “Mph...mmrrRR!” He yelped then, squirming much more as something pushed into his rump, going in a few inches. Every ridge in the hose popped inside with a grunt from him, the exhausted stallion feeling his ring stretch around each one, before stopping, wiggling around as something was affixed to the other end, over a foot of length inside his rear. He could barely put up any kind of resistance, too fatigued, too much plush mare pushing down on him. He tried to kick out, but he felt hands firmly, yet softly hold his legs, keeping him relatively still. Another pair of hands held his arms down, the stallion hearing soft coos, and hushing sounds from the matronly mares as they worked together to keep him in place, and make less of a mess than they already had.

Mrs. Shy was having a little trouble, more than just holding everything in, but more on how to get her funnel set up. She watched the other mare as heavy white gushed spattered noisily into the funnel, looking further down to see Arctic’s middle growing rounder once more. She thought for a moment, before getting on her hands and knees, scooting back towards the stallion. He popped up her funnel, now realising this might’ve been a bad position. I really need to get this out! She looked back, before raising her front, balancing herself on one hand, and rolling her hips backwards, getting into a better stance. She sighed then, finally letting go, using her free hand to push on her belly, listening and hearing the funnel gurgle as the student took his own cream into himself, from both ends now, filling faster.

Cup was panting, trying not to drool at the sight of the white-furred dome stretching larger, the flow from both her marehood and rear adding to it as she let it all out steadily. Her gaze shifted, taking in the sight of the plump flank poised over the other spout, watching both of her entrances leaking as well. She calmed herself, humming gently, and stroked his arms, keeping a gentle hold, just in case he fought again. “Ohhh you should see him dear….quite the thirsty boy it seems.” She carefully let go of one of his arms, moving her hand to rub across the expanding surface, big enough to hold one of them inside the stallion, still working on getting her own middle shrunken enough. She regretted having to lose the warm, copious cum from her body, but she was happy to have helped him relieve himself. Well, relieve part of him… She giggled at her own thought, watching and feeling his progress, moving her hand up his mildly toned chest, feeling his neck rippling constantly as he was made to guzzle down so much seed. She was starting to be able to see her thighs again, the flow slowing down as she grew lighter.

Arctic’s mind was gone, his body taking over at this point. His shaft lay semi-hard over his stomach, slowly easing it’s way back into its home, its task complete. It was totally spent, and could finally relax, not that the rest of him could as his stomach took in gallon after gallon of jizz, juices mixed in as the two voluptuous mares drained themselves. The impossibly bloated gut groaned, struggling to contain all that they’d forced into it, and now what they were adding, his own production. His whimpers were lost, as were his moans, in the tide of thick semen flooding his body. It seemed like several minutes, the only sounds heard were those of relief from his teachers, and his own protesting the treatment, his body distorted more and more with every drop.

Finally, after the two had squeezed out the majority of their burdens, it was done, each mare getting up to watch her funnel drain, waiting until they were empty before removing the hose, and the spout from his pucker, and muzzle. The former noticed the can of whipped cream, quickly using that as an improvised plug for his rump, earning a muffled yelp, while the latter held his mouth shut, looking with concern to see if he’d try to spit it back out. “Shhh c’mon hunny….calm down. You’re doing so good for momma ok? Just shhshshhhh...relax….there you go. That’s a good colt. Sooo thirsty today hmmm? You ate everything we gave you. Gave us such a nice filling too. Now relax. It’s time for us to help you.” She smiled, before gesturing to Mrs. Shy.

The beige mare got a cart, rolling it over next to the massive stallion. She twisted the can in his rump just to be sure it would stay in place. Her ears twitched, hearing a faint hissing, watching as the belly grew out slowly, barely noticeable. Seems like the nozzle had pressed inside him somewhere, and was emptying itself. No matter, she’d help him, along with her fellow teacher.

Together, they slid him onto the cart gently, the wheels squeaking in protest at the heavy load, but it held. The hissing subsided not long after they got moving, the can mostly depleted from covering Cup’s rump earlier, thankfully only adding a few more inches to Arctic’s belly. Still, she held the can in with a hand, the other guiding the cart to the showers, the other mare petting over the stallion’s form, encouraging him while maneuvering the other end of the cart.

They rolled him into the shower, quickly pulling the can from his ass with a wet pop, before both mares blushed in tandem as cum spewed a few feet from his backside. They turned on the water, helping it wash down the drain, listening to the moans of a stallion happy to find relief. It took several minutes, with both mares watching, occasionally pushing down on the big belly to try and force more out, but eventually, after gallons of cum and milk poured out of him, the flow from his tailhole slowed to a stream, then a trickle, finally only dribbling out, only swollen a little, his stomach full still with mixture he’d have to digest, just like the others.

Cup looked around, finding a hose, and rinsed him off, waiting for Mrs. Shy to soap him up, before the two worked diligently, and effectively, cleaning the various fluids from him, going over his mane twice. They rubbed and massaged him gently, scrubbing and working all the day’s activities out of his fur. It took a long time, but finally, with all three ponies quite red, they were all clean. Arctic sat up slowly holding his belly, gently rubbing the paunch remaining. He was slowly recovering, looking between the two mares, silently exchanging his thanks, and that he might’ve….possibly enjoyed it.

With a peck on each cheek, the duo of plump, sated mares helped him back to the kitchen, working on cleaning up the mess there, pointing out things to him. A stray spot there, an extra scrub there, always having him take the lower spots. Definitely not to look at his rump for sure. They weren’t getting any younger right?

Soon enough, the kitchen was spotless, and all the containers of cream, sauce, cherries, and things were all tossed or put away, the rest in the washer to handle later. Mrs. Cake brought out their clothes, making sure everything was clean and dry. She handed Arctic his, letting him get dressed, then Mrs. Shy, then herself, finally clothed again.

Mrs. Cake sighed happily, before eyeing her peer, then Arctic, wordlessly communicating with the other mare. Soft, warm, comforting flesh suddenly surrounded the young stallion pegasus, the mares hugging him tight, nuzzling him and wrapping him in their soft bosoms. He could feel their bellies against him too, full of his seed somewhat. Even their thighs enveloped his legs, both mares showing him intense affection for allowing them to have their fun, and for letting them help him too. ”You are a handsome, kind stallion Arctic, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I meant what I said earlier. You’re going to make some mare incredibly happy one day. You’ve got such a big heart, among big...other things too. Hehe.” They giggled, letting him out of the soft embrace.

Arctic felt his body cooling off as they pulled away, stepping back to address them. “Y-yes ma’am. I….I’ll stand up for myself more...a-and uhm….t-thank you for h-helping me. I….” he choked up, not used to talking like this at all. “I...I’m so grateful for your help with the bullies and.. uhmm….m-my umm...y-you know.” He looked pointedly to the floor, ears burning as he spoke. Beige fingers shushed him, both mares nodding, understanding what he meant.

“Alright well ah...go on now. We’ve gotta finish prepping for tomorrow. And don’t be late! You tell someone if those kids bother you again ok?” Cup Cake waited for him to nod, understanding what she’d said, before spinning his away from her, pushing gently on his back to steer him out of the kitchens. “There you go. You can fly right? Mmm good. Get on home, I’m sure you’re folks are worried. Just have them call the school with any concerns and ask for me ok? We’ll get those nasty kids taken care of.”

She smiled warmly, Mrs Shy behind her with a similar expression, happy to see a student looking more confident. It had been a crazy time, but he looked better, fatigue aside, she thought. Besides...I don’t think I’ll need dinner really. She waved goodbye, mirroring the blue mare’s actions as they saw him off, watching him run down the hall to head home.

Mrs. Shy waited until she was sure he was gone, before raising an eyebrow. “Prepping for tomorrow? Everything’s clean Cup, and the dishes can wait until later. What did you mean?” She caught the other mare’s look, before looking down. “Oh. Ohhhh. Oh that’s so dirty though. Let’s do it!.” She held a small bowl out, waiting for Mrs.Cake to pull her pants down. She watched as extra leftover cum poured from her rump, snickering. “You held it in? I think I know who’ll just love a treat from this.” She waited until no more came out, before working with the other mare to mix flour, milk, eggs, cum, and other things, filling a batch of muffins to bake. Afterwards, they whipped up another bigger batch, normal, so the cum muffins could be mixed in. They set them in the big fridge to cool, working on cleaning up after themselves. Tomorrow’s class would get a lovely treat, and those rotten kids who’d bullied the stallion would have their just deserts…

Back in the showers, a golden yellow pegasus mare slipped back into her office, barely believing her eyes. She’d just seen the over endowed pegasus this morning, and he was huge! How the hell did he get so big? From those two?! Sure they’ve got more breasts than brains….but still. She was baffled, but she couldn’t discount what she’d seen. An incredibly swollen stallion, stomach enough to house a few of herself inside even! She’d heard of her colleagues ideas of detention. She needed to make some phone calls. It was late, but she was sure the ponies she needed were still up. “Harshwhinny? Yeah, it’s Spitfire. Look, for tomorrow…..yeah, alright…..yeah good...no don’t worry...I got him last period. No I do. Cherille? Ehhh you know what, don’t worry, I’ll call her. Yeah. No. No. Yeah. Don’t get your panties in a twist, or do you wear bloomers? Pfft yeah, you’ll have him day after, promise. Thanks. I owe you. Yeah yeah...ok fine damn….I’ll make it up to ya. Ok. Bye.” She grinned, hanging up the phone. Tomorrow just got a whole lot more interesting. She had a lot to figure out about that tall colt in her class. Some performance and endurance tests were in order...

Author's Note

Whew! Hopefully this was worth the wait, and it's a little gentler for those hoping he'd get an easier time of it. As always, let me know what you think! I'm not sure if it's too wordy, but hopefully it's not too much. Sometimes the words just keep going you know?

-GS