Kylie

A cheap hotel in Canterlot's lower ring.

"Bradly stop! I said your too big for me!" Kylie whined quietly as she pushed against his chest.

Brad didn't stop, and continued to give her hickeys and bites, while thrusting against her pelvis.

"I said stop!" She whined a little louder.

He scoffed in annoyance and backed off, but didn't pull out.

"Oh come on babe, you can take half of it at least, can't you?" Brad grabbed her wrists, and positioned her the way he wanted. "It's only 10 inches, maybe 12."

"No I can't, I mean, I know I could before... did you have to make it bigger again? I told you it was already too much for me; you promised to make it smaller for me." She pouted.

Brad laid on his side beside her. "I did babe, I went to the same Zigger in charge of that potion shop and asked for a reduction potion, but then I started thinking about you, about us, and how great it'd be if I could make it thicker for you instead, but that Zigger scammed me and made it even longer again; then she tried to upcharge me to fix her mistake." He explained.

Kylie suspected he was lying, but chose to give him the benefit of the doubt; she heard from Ponies that Zebras could be tricky. "How did that happen? Don't you buy from her all the time?"

"I do babe, you're right about that; but there's a bit of a language barrier, she only speaks in rhymes; so it's probably my fault for not putting it in a way a Zigger can understand."

"Will you stop using that word, it makes me uncomfortable when you say it." Kylie crossed her arms.

"Sure babe, wanna give it another go; you can be on top all night, if you want?" Bradly suggested, groping her tit while waggling his massive endowment.

It'd changed since last time too. Brad's cock still vaguely resembled a human penis. But now it had features like a flare around the crown of the glans.

Kylie sighed. "No, but if you help get me ready, I think I can try again?"

Brad scoffed. "Babe, have you seen your bush? No way I'm getting pubes stuck in my teeth."

She apologized meekly. "I'm sorry, the spa ponies were booked all week."

"It's okay, I understand," Brad reached over and squeezed her ample tit, the breast overpoured between his fingers, and leaned over to suckle on the other one. "I can still make you feel good."

Kylie hummed in pleasure.

After about a minute, he grabbed her by the waste and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Kylie writhed uncomfortably under his grip, as he took her again. Still battering against her cervix, which kept her out of the moment, but she could put up with it better this time.

All the while making excuses for Brad in her mind.

They'd been apart for longer than she intended, and he did buy her the hotel room; though she didn't understand why he chose such a cheap, sleezy joint, when he could've found and afforded them something decent or high-end in the middle rings of the city.

Maybe he was just saving up for something else? Or maybe he was still embarrassed for that little accident at the party?

Her breasts were bouncing and being squeezed hard as Brad fucked her impassionately. She writhed uncomfortably, just waiting for it to be over.

Brad's bodyweight pressed down and smothered her as he moaned loudly.

She used to think it was hot, but now it kind of annoyed her. Which didn't make sense to her. His bigger balls and horsecock were kind of a turn-on; but in practice they just weren't comfortable.

Maybe there was a potion to help her take his bigger self?

Kylie thought Krystal would know what to do about that. After all, she was in a pony herd with a stallion. And stallions had big horse dongs too; so maybe she knew how to make it work.

Kylie wondered what Trevor was doing right now. Did he make his into a big horse dick too? Probably not. He didn't really like ponies that way, so maybe there was no reason for him to do that.

It'd be nice to have normal sex again.

Trevor and Krystal would make a cute couple, but she didn't understand why he didn't like her too.

She didn't want to steal him, but Krystal already made the first move on him; and she didn't want to compete if it meant they couldn't stay friends.

But Krystal also liked Bradly? Or Kylie thought she did. Bradly was hot, who wouldn't like him, but he also needed some fixing.

Trevor looked really good this time, and he was driven, but if only he had hair on his head like Bradly. But he was really successful as an artist. So that's good. And he was always so nice to her.

She tried flirting with Trevor. Touching him. Dropping hints. But he never seemed to pick up on them. At least she could almost get her arms around that firm dad-bod of his.

Kylie let a moan escape her. Wondering what it would be like to be cuddled up against that big belly. She bet it felt different than the hairless, lumpy, hard muscles and smooth skin that Bradly had.

"Uh uh uh!" Brads grunts and rapid uncoordinated thrusts pulled Kylie from her thoughts.

She then felt him growing bigger inside her. His cock flared, impressing itself through her tummy, below her navel. The extra girth was more than what Kylie could handle, and she wasn't expecting it.

Kylie weakly tried to push him off, but he was too heavy for her little body. "Ow! Bradly, Brad, Brad, stop, don't come in me; there isn't any birth cont- ugh!" Her face grimaced as Brad slammed against her.

Suddenly she became aware of a warmth splashing in her vagina, as if she just peed herself, and realized it was running over her butt cheeks, soaking into the mattress under her.

Kylie struggled to keep her head above his shoulder so she could breathe as he collapsed on top of her.

"Bradly, get off... I said get off!" Kylie pushed, letting her annoyance slip into her voice.

Brad reluctantly rolled off of her, his cock slipping out with a wet squelch and a pop, followed by a gush of cum from Kylies gaping and abused cunt.

Kylie reached down to cup her vulva to keep the mess to a minimum, but she was a second too slow and a dollop of Brad's semen leaked out of her and onto the bed sheets; joining the unknowable collection of bodily fluids trapped within.

She rushed to the washroom and squatted over the floor-toilet to let his semen drain out, before urinating what was left.

It was far more difficult this time, his emission was thick and glue-like, far more prodigious than the last time they had sex.

Krystal used her fingers to help expel what she could. Her abdominal muscles cramped and she felt bloated, but it wasn't the usual stomach ache; this ache felt lower.

She looked down and noticed right away her belly looked bloated below her navel.

"Ugh, I'm so fat." She felt disgusted at herself. Krystal knew she shouldn't have treated herself with sweets before the party. All that sugar always goes right to her midsection.

She cleaned herself off and crawled back into bed, where Bradly was already fast asleep. She couldn't get closer to him without laying in the wet spot. She wanted to cuddle, but thought better of disturbing Bradly.

All the joy and energy suddenly drained from her.

Kylie turned around and hugged herself, feeling cold despite the hot bed, and alone. Which didn't make sense.

She was with the hottest guy in the world. They had all the wealth and success they'd ever need.

She should feel happy...

So why didn't she?

Author's Note

this is actually the middle part of a 10k worded chapter. Figure I'd release it while I work on the rest. Hence, no name.