Limestone's 100ft Life

Another day, another perfectly average eight hours of smashing and grinding up rocks underfoot for Limestone. Nothing really worth mentioning, save that Marble expressed a rare interest in meeting Wallflower at some point. Limestone still enjoyed her work, obviously. And it was markedly easier now. However, it just didn't vary much, not like her evenings. There was something to be said for stability, though.

Once she was finished, Limestone realized she'd completely forgotten about the mystery gift First Folio had informed her was waiting at the museum. With the whole 'Wallflower is now also huge' thing, she'd totally forgotten. A quick trip to downtown Canterlot later, and Limestone called for, then subsequently flustered, the aging curator, who instructed some maintenance men to cart out the retired exhibit.

"While I'm guessing you won't be interested in the piece for its historical value - not many folks were, relative to the other exhibits - I'm just glad somebody is finally taking it off our hands," he explained. "Not even the trash people would, they said it was too tricky to transport."

Limestone watched the back door of the museum's warehouse with curiosity, even as passersby of all stripes did the same with her. When the steel door whirred open, Limestone was baffled by what she saw for a split second before snorting in amusement. Of course.

It was a cruise missile, painted dark green with red stripes. Probably from a more recent war, but not so recent that it was still up to snuff in terms of firepower. Not that its intended functionality mattered anyway, given that any sane officer would have disarmed the thing before allowing it to be displayed. No, given its shape, Limestone would only be using it as a dildo.

Once the guys pulling the cart quit gawking and undid the chains holding it in place, Limestone grabbed the approximately fifteen foot long missile in one hand, shaking her head. She didn't know whether to be disappointed or grateful to Ms. Folio for getting her a sex toy. Like, they were always nice, but stuff for sex was honestly what had the most of at the moment. Eh, who cares, she thought. I'll get some good use out of this thing, even if it is a little thin for my tastes. Who knows, maybe it'll work for Wallflower.

"Well, thank you very much," Limestone said, hoping her expression wasn't giving too much away.

Seeing to reason to dawdle, Limestone headed back out into the countryside, gingerly stepping her way through rush hour traffic. Everyone else was trickling back to Camp Everfree by car at about the time she returned, save for its permanent residents. Wallflower was the most visible, as even sitting on her knees she dwarfed the cabins. Her attention, too, was focused below her, as Wallflower was looking ponderously at someone in front of her. Limestone had to squint before she recognized Twilight Sparkle.

"Hey," Limestone greeted with a casual wave. "What's up?"

It took a second for both of them to redirect their attention. Twilight had been in the middle of speaking, but she cut herself off to spin towards Limestone. "Oh, hi, you're back!"

"Well, yeah. I live here," Limestone said, bluntly. "But what brings you here?"

It was Wallflower who answered, with a small smile. "She's tutoring me on behalf of CHS. I technically still need to pass, even though I can't fit inside the school anymore."

"Ah. That's a thing, yes," Limestone said, mildly amused by the mental image of Wallflower looming over her graduation ceremony.

"I mean, that's not the only reason she's here." Looking back down, Limestone's brows rose when she saw Timber Spruce walk up to Twilight and kiss her on the cheek, eliciting a soft squeak from the girl.

"Timber! Don't surprise me like that!" Twilight huffed.

"Aww, but half the fun is watching your reaction," Timber replied with a smirk.

Those two were an item? Limestone had heard absolutely nothing about their relationship until that moment. Which, in hindsight, did explain why Timber never tried to join any of the orgies. "Huh. You two are cute together, I guess."

"I try," Timber said, wrapping his arm around Twilight, who blushed.

"Well, we can hang out once I've finished Wallflower's lesson plan. Which we should be getting back to," Twilight said.

"I mean, there's no rush," Wallflower insisted, looking apologetic. However, as her eyes drifted back in her direction, Wallflower spotted what Limestone was holding for the first time. "Wait, it that a missile? Where'd you get it?" Wallflower asked.

"From Ms. Folio," Limestone replied, spinning the item around her fingers. "And as of now, it's a dildo. She's probably smiling up at me right now from somewhere in camp, the sly cougar."

At this, Twilight balked, pressing against Timber. "Well, you're a much braver woman than I. I hope you've had your tetanus shots, Limestone."

"I'll be fine," Limestone said, rolling her eyes. Just who did Twilight take her for, someone who didn't spend most of her time around ore? Then, she turned back to Wallflower. "How about you? Is everything big-girl related going well? The guys aren't giving you trouble, are they?"

Wallflower took a moment to reply, biting her lip and standing up to her full height before meeting Limestone's eyes directly. "Now that you mention it... I was going to call in my favor. It's kind of a big ask."

This sounded like it could be serious. And so soon? Still, Limestone would try her best to help. "Okay, shoot."

"It's really awkward but... I need you to milk me."

Limestone blinked. She had to have misheard Wallflower. "Come again?"

Wallflower huffed out a sigh, glancing down at her gargantuan boobs and cupping them in her palms. "I drink - well drank, I suppose - this special herbal tea for my anxiety. It works really well, but as a side effect, women start... lactating. And I haven't emptied them since I grew two days ago. Normally, I pump them twice a day." She squirmed, leveling Limestone with a pleading look. "Doing it myself doesn't work that well, especially by hand. And after this long, they're really full. Painfully full. So, will you do it? Please?"

Timber, shoulders raised, pointed off at nothing and coughed before stepping away. "We'll, heh, come back later!" Twilight nodded firmly in agreement, following suit.

Limestone barely noticed their departure, still preoccupied processing Wallflower's request. It was a lot to take in all at once, metaphorically speaking. "I mean... I'll do it, sure. But, as one would expect, I have no fucking clue how to properly wring milk out of somebody's tits," Limestone said. "Cocks, sure. Those?" Limestone began, gesturing down to Wallflower's boobs, "are a whole 'nother animal. Er, pair of animals."

"Don't say that!" Wallflower objected, turning away in embarrassment. "It's really not that different from, like, scratching my back!"

Wallflower is trying to convince herself as much as she is me, Limestone thought. But okay, if she wants to treat this like it's no big deal, I can too. Still, Limestone's brows furrowed. "If you say so. But are you sure about this? 'Cause I'm sure everybody else would help if you let them." To prove her point, their group of friends, which had gathered around out of concern and other reasons, proclaimed their support upon Limestone's prompting. Wallflower reflexively shied away, though she did smile a little.

Limestone returned it. "Also, not gonna lie, I'm pretty bad at delicate work," she added.

She wouldn't have it though; Wallflower shook her head, resolute and desperate. "Trust me, I need a rough touch. And who else is big enough?"

The girl had her there. Limestone's smile morphed into a smirk. She could have some fun with this. "Well alright then. Let's get started." For effect, she licked her lips.

Wallflower blanched. "Wait, right now? Right here?"

"I don't see why not," Limestone said with a shrug.

Noises of excitement and anticipation, including a few catcalls, sounded from below. Oh, right, Limestone noted, bemused. Forgot Wallflower isn't much of an exhibitionist. On the other hand, she does need release ASAP... Screw it, I've been wanting to go to town on those one-time sweater puppies since I first saw them.

While she waited for Wallflower's response, Limestone couldn't help but stare at her chest. Had they grown since yesterday? To her, they were just big tits, but to those below, Wallflower's milk-stuffed breasts probably looked more like like twin zeppelins hanging over the campground, obscuring the sun with their dense, warm mass. And in that moment, only Limestone had the means to fondle them. And also, hopefully, the privilege.

Flustered under the staring, Wallflower covered her assets as best she could. She locked gazes with Limestone, picking up on her mischievous vibe and sudden spike in libido, but also Limestone's genuine desire to please. Eventually, with a long moan, Wallflower relented, dropping her arms and taking a single long, long step towards Limestone.

That was all the confirmation she needed. Tossing the missile aside to crater in the dirt with a deep boom, Limestone closed the remaining distance between them. Reaching forwards, she squeezed Wallflower's boobs, one in each hand. They were soft and springy to the touch, like anti-rocks. Well, more like anti-geodes, with the abundant treasure within just waiting to be extracted. And it was almost as if they wanted to give up that wealth. Limestone had barely touched her before Wallflower's pine green nipples, each the size of a man's torso, puffed up to an intense firmness, the younger woman jolting from the sensations. "Ah!"

As their miniscule spectators cheered Limestone on, she started slow, kneading Wallflower's enviable hemispheres from the base at her ribcage. As she did, Limestone confirmed Wallflower's extreme sensitivity. Her skin was so hot, and her breathing was already growing rapid. "Dang, girl, you were pent up."

"I - nnng - know," Wallflower uttered. Her own hands clasped around Limestone's midriff a silent command immediately followed by a spoken one. "Just don't stop!"

"As if you needed to tell me," Limestone quipped. She'd only been with a couple of girls, let alone one as well-endowed as Wallflower before, and wanted to savor the experience. Her fingers caressed every beautifully exposed square foot of Wallflower's chest, and she slowly increased the pressure she applied as she worked her way around Wallflower, gauging by the pleasured little sounds she made what would help drive her over the edge.

However, it seemed she wasn't going quickly enough. "Harder!" Wallflower shouted between involuntary gasps and shudders, her pillar-like legs shaking.

Obligingly, Limestone really started kneading Wallflower. She juggled her attention between Wallflower's lewd expressions and the sight of her firm boobs yielding to her caresses. Much as she'd seen dairy farmers do, Limestone would pinch and tug her nipples in alternating attacks of sensation. God, did she want to see exactly how loaded up Wallflower's divinity-sized milk factories were. Going by the increasing clamor from her feet, Limestone figured their groupies were thinking along the same lines.

They wouldn't be waiting much longer, as the first of Wallflower's production began leaking under Limestone's guided ministrations. Even at their minimum, they disgorged milk like faucets cranked open all the way, tracing lines of wetness down Limestone's fingers. Limestone lidded her eyes, took a leisurely lick across her areola, and egged Wallflower on. "Come on, Blush, don't be shy. Just let go. Get me - and this whole damn camp - allll nice and sticky."

Wallflower's face went taught, Limestone's dirty talk enough to open the floodgates. "Oh, f-fuck, it's coming out! So much!"

With a drawn out half-scream, half-sigh, Wallflower's nipples released their full payload. Her eyes clenched shut as great torrents of hot milk poured from on high with force akin to fire hydrants. The two great streams rent the heavens, one connecting with Limestone's stomach and sliding down her bare flesh, the other sailing past her and breaking apart in the air before raining down all over all the tiny onlookers with the force of a thunderstorm. All tilted their heads back in thirst of both kinds, mouths open to sample Wallflower's sweet, rich bounty.

Limestone marveled as Wallflower's body just kept going and going, what had to be hundreds of gallons of breastmilk, maybe even thousands, kept spraying out of her. Wanting to sample some for herself, lest most of the nourishing nectar go to waste, Limestone knelt down and clasped her lips around a nipple. When she started to suck, her cheeks caving in, Wallflower squealed, the sound almost as high as her production, which surged even larger. Limestone's mouth was filling up with creamy goodness faster than she could swallow it, which was saying something considering Limestone was big enough to gulp down a normal person whole. Then again, so was Wallflower, but she was busily soaking dozens of guys and gals in the delicious fluids from her other tit, which also redoubled in quantity.

By the time Wallflower's orgasm tapered off, a pleasant warmth was sloshing around in Limestone's gut. She pulled her head back with an inhale and a pop just as the last drizzle of milk fell onto the crowd. Wallflower panted heavily above her, wearing a look of supreme relief.

"That nice, huh?" Limestone inquired.

Unable to speak, or do much else besides stand there rocking gently from side to side, Wallflower nodded lethargically with a wide, silly grin. It looked like she would be out of commission for a while. That was exactly what Limestone had hoped to see, and she smiled in satisfaction as declarations of awe and gratitude filtered up to her ears from the others. Along with a shouted question from Norman. "Is this going to be a regular thing?"

"If so, we could totally bottle and sell this stuff. It's good shit!" added Rolling Thunder.

"And there's certainly enough of it," Lickety Split confirmed.

As Limestone rose and spun to face them, Ryn's eyes lit up. "Oh! She could contribute to your shared finances that way!"

Ms. Folio hummed in understanding. "I know a few challenged mothers who would appreciate the alternative to formula."

"Also perverts. Never forget perverts!" Yakovski exclaimed.

Huh. That actually isn't a half bad idea, Limestone reasoned. It would probably help Wallflower feel like she wasn't mooching off of her or Gloriosa. Still, selling something edible, regardless of the target market, had a lot more red tape and logistics to worry about than simple videos. Maybe somebody knew somebody with bottling equipment? But, it wasn't her call to make. Limestone glanced over her shoulder at Wallflower, who was still trapped in her delirious, hazy afterglow. "How about we get back to you on that?"

Given that this made sense under the circumstances, everyone dropped the subject, and began to return to what they'd been doing before: conversation, jacking off, etc. A minute or so later, Wallflower's senses came back to her, and she coughed into her hand to draw Limestone's attention. "That was pretty great. So... thank you very much. For that."

Damn, was she naturally this adorable all the time? "It was my pleasure," Limestone replied, honestly.

"I think I'll go grab a tree for dinner now, before Twilight and I finish up," Wallflower continued. "Do you maybe want to come with?"

"Nah, I'll eat later," Limestone replied. "In the meantime, now I've got an itch that needs scratching." The unique, hot as hell experience of milking Wallflower had gotten her motor running, and Limestone glanced down at the previously discarded missile hungrily. She'd feed her lower mouth first.

"Oh. Uh, yeah," Wallflower stammered. "I guess I'll be going, then."

"Sure thing," Limestone said. As Wallflower walked off, her footfalls resounding through the earth, she turned back to everybody else, the large motion unmissable. "So, I'm gonna masturbate now, anybody who wants in come on over," she casually declared.

"As if I would say no!" Micro Chips quipped before breaking out into a run. Lickety Split, Terramar, and Ryn followed, hot on his heels, the rest staying back to watch.

Limestone retrieved the missile with a muttered thanks to Ms. Folio and planted her butt on the ground with a boom. Her pussy was already plenty lubricated, and she lined up the tip up with her opening, between her immense, gaping thighs, waiting a torturous few moments for her other toys to arrive. When they did, she wasted no time. "Mmm, let's fucking go."

Lickety Split was easy; Limestone just plucked her up and tossed the woman into her mouth like the piece of candy she was. Lickety squeed in delight from behind huge lips as Limestone undressed her using nothing but her tongue, spitting out the wet, miniscule garments. Ryn dove forwards, wiggling back and forth until he was firmly wedged under Limestone's left ass cheek, buried up to his hips. Because of course he did. Micro jumped up and straddled the middle of the missile, apparently intent on becoming her makeshift phallus' bean blaster, which Limestone very much appreciated. Lastly, she cupped Terramar in her off hand and brought him up the three-odd stories to her boobs, pressing his whole body against one as she picked up the missile from the back.

Levelling the warhead's tip with her pussy, priming it to devastate her gaping, unruly insides, Limestone shivered with anticipation. Without preamble or ceremony, she jammed the missile towards herself, hard steel spreading her folds with a naughty squelch. "That's the stuff," she moaned, breathing over Lickety. Her multi-ton body stiffened as the savored the sensation of being truly stuffed by the mighty weapon. Micro's efforts surely didn't hurt, as he prodded and caressed her love button once he had been thrust within range, rewarded with a soft splash of pre from Limestone.

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Limestone really got heated. She pumped the missile in and out, in and out, building up a steady rhythm that made her thunder thighs quake. Limestone's thoughts centered on the sheer power she commanded over basically everything as afforded by her stature, her echoing exhalations resonating though the Everfree. Wallflower had been putty in her hands, while everyone else was literally palm sized, her willing playthings. As such, Limestone took the liberty of kneading her own chest in the same way she'd done to Wallflower, feeling Terramar reverently groping her tit from under her fingers. Her tongue also got to work, flicking all over Lickety's soft, tiny body, driving her wild before Limestone pressed her against the roof of her mouth. Her taste and scent mingled with the lingering flavor of breastmilk, creating a tantalizing mix.

Her hand almost moved of their own volition, increasing the pace and force of her thrusting, the little fins on the missile scraping against her not-so-delicate folds in just the right way: with the force of a bona fide battering ram. Limestone shook, her heart racing as high-altitude gales swept her hair back. Ryn was surely feeling every little motion magnified as her hips rocked over his whole body. Meanwhile, Micro was still at it, now ramming his whole face against her equally-sized clit with each piston cycle. "I bet this is amazing for you guys," Limestone said. "Getting to feel me, experience me, as I have my way with your bodies. I'm almost jealous," she added with a mischievous grin, receiving four muffled moans in reply.

Wishing to magnify her own sensations and theirs, Limestone didn't slow down, angling the missile towards her g-spot. Inside her mouth, Lickety Split was humping any and every surface she could, squirming further in at every opportunity, towards her throat, and the point of no return. Limestone understood why - it was probably heavenly tight - but she simply wasn't comfortable obliging. So, they made a game of it, with Limestone flicking her away with her powerful tongue whenever she crawled too far back. Further down her body, Terramar had taken to licking her nipple tenderly as she rubbed the rest of her boob around him. And all the while, her pussy was feeding her incredible pleasure, heat coursing through her veins, her fingers nearly crumpling the metal of the missile as they tightened. Exquisite need built and built, her self-gratification reaching a fever pitch. Together, it all proved too much for her to handle, and Limestone's back arched. "Shit, cumming already!"

All of Limestone's tension snapped, her tremendous pussy clenching around her crotch rocket like a hot, sticky vice as her eyes unfocused. Micro had to grip the thing like a bucking bronco to avoid being thrown off his perch by the throes of her orgasm, and his reward was a generous coating of Limestone's juices. As her sexual charge bled out, Limestone's arms fell limply to her sides. Terramar easily could have died, being dropped from such a height, but his zealous grip on Limestone's breast was luckily tight enough that he hung on despite the sheen of sweat Limestone sported.

Eventually, Limestone herself noticed once she was done basking in her afterglow, grabbing the boy before his strength gave out. His expression was only slightly fearful. Panting through her nose, Limestone deposited the naked and spit-soaked Lickety onto the grass next to him, on a patch which had just been squashed flat by her legs at some point. Micro, equally drenched, dismounted the missile, which was still lodged inside Limestone, shared a look with Lickety, and immediately started stripping, the two approaching eachother.

As the pair started making out, Limestone snorted and rolled her eyes. "God, you guys are so insatiable; I love it." Leaning to the side, Limestone dragged Ryn out from underneath herself, finding his blue skin had gone somewhat purple from the sheer pressure she'd put him under without even trying.

"Well, you do drive us wild," was his breathy reply. Terramar hummed an affirmative, giving a shaky thumbs-up.

"Damn straight," Limestone said. Seriously, each time she had sex now narrowly topped the last. Stretching the little kinks out of her limbs, she rose, pulling out the well-used missile. This was just one more notch on her belt, and one more confirmation that her old days of bitterness were behind her. Turns out, lots of genuine affection could improve one's mood. Who knew, right?

The rest of the evening was a relaxing affair. Her curiosity piqued by her earlier revelation, Limestone made an effort to get to know Wallflower better, along with everybody else who wasn't otherwise occupied by 'extracurricular camp activities', as Gloriosa called it. She and Wallflower ended up sharing an enlightening conversation about various aspects of their lives, beginning with their showers and carrying on past sunset. Limestone regaled Wallflower with stories of the cringe-inducing shenanigans her family could get up to, from her dad's bafflement towards modern conveniences to Maud's dry wit. In turn, Wallflower didn't have too many words about her own, less eventful life, but their little friends more than filled the lulls in their dialogue with their own experiences. Rolling Thunder sure had some crazy history.

However, as Limestone was finishing a late arboreal dinner, she suddenly got the feeling she was forgetting something important. Eh, it was probably nothing, her friends were doing a good job taking care of various business, including the fresh bottling plan, which Wallflower had eventually approved to much rejoicing. But still, the thought nagged at Limestone as she turned in for the day.