Waking up as a pony was, at first, the most comfortable thing I'd ever experienced. There was something wonderful about waking with a big stallion at my back and with him still inside me. I'd done this to girls back on Earth a time or two, and though things had been snuggly at the moment of waking, I knew there'd be a mess to clean up when we decoupled.

But, for now, I could let vagina whisper happy things about how good it felt to be full and relax against Twilight's body. I didn't even have to think about anything.

The twitch of a wing as it reached over me and held me tight drew a happy little sigh free from my throat.

"Morning." His voice was like liquid honey. "Hey, you're still a pony." Okay, his voice grew more uncertain.

When he shifted his hips I almost cried out in pure ecstasy. Everything was sensitive, and the little bit of movement and friction caused me to almost have an orgasm on the spot.

"Oh. That's better than the other reason you'd still be a pony. Sorry about that, Paul, but I couldn't smell any estrus on you and you were just so—you're still so—hot."

"St-Stop squirming so I can—" I squeezed my eyes closed. It wasn't an orgasm. Orgasms hit me like trucks and scatter my thoughts. This slow and lazy flood of pleasure was much more like something for mornings-after than any quickies I'd had upon waking. My muscles tensed and I was thankful for Twilight's wing squeezing me and holding me in place.

A rush of wet heat deep inside surprised me. Twilight, last night, had been so resistant to release that him blasting me after only a little movement felt so different. He'd said I didn't smell in heat, or whatever, and that was good enough for me. I relaxed after the rush and felt like so much soft and squishy pudding.

Why other guys were so uptight about having fun with stallions I'll never know. "So I'm not in heat or whatever it's called. That's good. Keeping a dick in me keeps me a pony?"

I almost shot back into another of those slow orgasms when what felt like a hand started rubbing my lower belly. Magic was weird, but I could definitely get used to it. Twilight had me squirming and giggling in seconds, but when I shifted too much I popped free of him.

The morning relaxation had become a scramble. Human girls didn't have to put up with this, at least I don't think it was this bad. My body was filled with a lot of pony spunk, and it was telling me it's time to unload.

Clenching my muscles down as well as I could, I rolled off the bed and onto my hooves, and dashed for the bathroom. Relief, when I was in the appropriate place for it, was not quite as good as that slow orgasm had been, but it was pretty crazy-good. If it was wrong to enjoy feeling the proof of our fun leak out, well, call me a bad pony.

After a few moments to make sure everything was gone, I washed up and grabbed a towel, but was headed off as I was leaving the bathroom by Twilight. The musk of stallion wafted off him, and I wasn't so much of a man as I couldn't admit I wanted him on me again right then. "I was getting you a cloth."

"I like to get clean. Maybe I'll have a shower." Twilight had to walk close to me to get into the room—but he didn't need to brush against me as he did. The touch of his warm body made me shiver enough that if he'd asked, I'd have given up the whole day to be his willing little mare.

Okay, I had to have words with vagina, it seemed. She was getting way too pushy.

"I'll get some breakfast for when you get out." Vagina, so help me if you wink at him as we're leaving I'm not feeding you for a month.

Without a word or a wink I made my way out and away from the raw scent of Twilight the stallion. In the hallway, a Royal Guard raised his eyebrow at me.

"Princess Twilight, I hear? Next thing you know, you'll be in the Guard yourself. Nice work." He held out his fist to me, which I found myself bumping with my hoof. "You leaving him all alone in there?"

"He's having a shower." Too late I realized that confirmed that I was probably wasn't pregnant and was only a pony because we'd had sex. Well, screw it. No regrets from this sexy bastard. "I'm heading to the kitchen. You want anything?"

He looked startled. I guess I hadn't exactly been nice to any of the Guard. Well, fuckit, I needed to live here, so why not make friends with the other guys who seem to—to enjoy casual sex as much as I do…

I hadn't realized it before. The reason all the guys I'd met out and about were so prim is that the ones like me were in the Guard. Okay, I'm a bit of an idiot, and slow, but I knew that already.

"You know, I could really go for one of Hot Buns' custard rolls they do. Tell it's for Stone Shield, she'll cut you some slack." Stone Shield? Huh, neat name for a guard I guess.

I grinned and nodded, memorizing what he wanted. "Got it. Gimme a bit—I like to make sure a stallion gets a good meal after a night like that. Keeps them coming back, ya know?"

Stone blinked a few times before this perfect example of posing masculinity broke into a huge grin and snorted. "Yeah, I hear that. Thanks."

Walking down the hall, I found myself practically prancing I felt so good. Ignoring the looks of the other guards, I made my way down the hall and through to the kitchen.

The kitchen was busy. People rushing about their work and preparing not just lunch, but dinner. I knew enough about commercial kitchens to know that this was their normal state, and having me here was just going to make things a hundred times worse—or so Hot Buns would soon tell me.

"You! What are you doing in my kitchen like that?! You're a health hazard!" Hot Buns' voice drew closer as she bellowed. Stopping only when she could tower over me, she glared down past her wonderfully large chest. "I told you. No shoes no cooking. Paul, you're killing me here."

"If you have a cure for being a happy mare, I'd take it. What I need is a suitable breakfast for Princess Twilight Sparkle and her guest." I included as much eyebrow waggle as I thought I could get away with. "He's currently taking a shower, and I'd like to surprise him with—"

"Gretchen!" Hot Buns voice summoned a very odd creature. She was shorter than Hot Buns, but this Gretchen was also rake thin and with a sadly modest chest to match. What was odd about her was she sported a beak, feathers, and had yellow, clawed hands that I was sure weren't gloves.

I mean, I knew Equestria had griffons, I just hadn't expected to meet any. Gretchen snapped to at Hot's side like a pristine soldier—or line chef.

"Gretchen here is our latest line chef. She'll be your hands, Paul. Gretchen, make whatever she tells you to, get it right, and don't let her fuzzy butt touch anything we'll have to clean later or you'll be the one cleaning it, got it?" Hot was already turning away, secure in the knowledge that her word was law in the kitchen.

"Yes, ma'am!" Gretchen turned and looked down her beak at me. "So, what am I making?"

"Egg-in-the-hole, two pieces, and grilled cheese toasties, two pieces. Some juice would be good too. Thanks, Gretchen." I looked hopefully at her. She could either make exactly what I said or she could actually make something nice. Asking nicely and making life easier for her was the best way to get the latter.

"Is that all? I can get that done. Any particular type of cheese?" Lifting down a pair of pans, Gretchen lit the stove and started getting things hot.

"Well, it's only for melting, so some of the fine Coltby I know Hot Buns keeps would be nice."

Gretchen knew her business. She zoomed around the kitchen gathering eggs, cheese, a big loaf of bread, butter, and spices. We spent ten minutes making things—well, she was making them, I just gave ideas—and when she was done there was a serviceable plate of toast in a mix of eggy and cheesy goodness.

"Let me get you a tray and take that up for you," she said.

That's when I remembered. "I need—that is a friend wants—a custard roll. Stone Shield said Hot Buns would help him out." Biting my lip, I danced a little from hoof to hoof. I should have asked Hot Buns first, but her shouting had put me off.

"Let me go and steal a few. They're normally a breakfast thing, but we had a few left over." Gretchen left the tray and walked off with purpose to find the rolls.

That's when the kitchen froze in place, all of them looking at me. Hot Buns, her sous chef (who a moment ago had been barking commands to a line chef), and all the line chefs—every single person in the room was staring at me.

"Paul." Princess Celestia's masculine voice right behind me made me jump. "We need to discuss things again. After you're done entertaining Twilight, please attend upon me in the throne room." I actually heard Celestia's hooves this time as she walked out of the kitchen. How she'd moved so quietly the first time I had no idea.

I let my breath out slowly, only narrowly avoiding screaming. If it was good news, she wouldn't have chased me down directly. That meant that Blue Blood had turned back to the picture of masculine vitality he normally was.

"P-Princess Celestia doesn't often come down here unless she's hungry. What'd you screw up?" Gretchen asked.

"If I told you that, I'd have to kill you. Not really, but it's a bit of a secret. Did you find some rolls?" As I asked, she set four of them on the tray with the toast and juice. "Well, might as well head up. Twilight'll be out of the shower soon."

"Lead the way."

I did so. Gretchen didn't say much as we left the kitchen through the private hall that led up to the royal apartments. She didn't even comment when we reached the door of mine and Stone Shield perked up.

"One of the rolls are for Stone here. Told you I'd get you one." I opened the door while Gretchen flirted with Stone. Inside, I could hear the water of the shower still running. "Could you set the tray down over there on the table?"

Gretchen seemed to pause a moment before she looked at the bedroom door (which was open) and then back to me. "I know what the deal is in Equestria. I've been living here long enough to get that either you're pregnant or—"

"I'm not pregnant." Big grin, Paul. Huge grin. If you're horny and you know it, clop your hooves! "Just woke up in the mood and had a cutie beside me. You know how it is?"

"No. Griffons are—pardon the pun—tight asses. No sex before marriage, and marriage requires a dowry to be paid to each other's family." Gretchen let out a sigh and pinched one of the remaining rolls. "So I don't really know that."

I snorted. "You're joking, right? Find yourself a girl here—a pony girl. Relax and spread your legs a little."

She stared at me like I'd just told her the most bizarre thing ever. "I couldn't do that!"

"Why not?"

"They're ponies and I'm—" Gretchen stopped and had the good grace to close her mouth.

"I turned up here less than a year ago. I wasn't born a pony, but damn they're fun to play with." Yeah! Go me! An adult male (kinda) admitting that he (kinda) loves playing with ponies (definitely).

"—an idiot. You're right. Do you know anyone who might…" As she spoke, Gretchen's eyes drifted to the doorway again.

Twilight, still a stallion, looked amazing. His coat was dry and his mane was mostly dry, but the latter still hung down over one side of his neck while it finished drying. He looked at me first, and I felt devoured in his gaze. Vagina spoke up that she wanted to do all kinds of things with him, again, and asshole was singing duet.

"I should go." Gretchen bowed. "Your Highness." She turned quickly, a blush in her cheeks, and practically ran from the suite.

Waiting for the door to close behind the fleeing chef, Twilight sat down on the couch beside the table and used his magic to make a small swarm of brushes and combs appear. "Why was there a griffon in your rooms?"

Walking up behind Twilight, I climbed up onto the couch and slipped in behind him. It took me two tries to grab the brush that was working on his mane, but once I did I slipped the thing over the end of my hoof and went to work. "She's one of the chefs. Helped with breakfast and offered to carry it, since I don't have any hands."

"That's something I wanted to talk to you about, actually. That spell I used could have other applications." Twilight, I'd discovered, talked different when he was discussing science that had sexy implications. His voice lowered a little, and he bit his lower lip a lot—as if he were worried the next thing he'd say would scare me off. It was kinda cute, but not half as cute as he was. Wait, he'd gone silent. Did he say something else?

"Uh. Right. Sorry. Got distracted brushing." Smooth, Paul. Getting distracted with his body would totally work on a nerdy stallion like Twilight.

"I asked if you'd like to try the new version of the spell I came up with earlier. It should let us be able to have sex without turning into ponies."

Vagina was confused, but penis was waking up and liking the idea. "You have made me the happiest mare—man—in all Equestria. How do we do it?"

"You'd really want to try it? Most people tend to run away when I ask if they want to do some science."

I felt a tremble run through me from my dock to my nose. After almost a year in Equestria I could tell when I was starting to turn back to my more-or-less human self. It started, funnily enough, with asshole. If anyone ever tried to tell me (before I came to pony land) that horse assholes are really different to human ones, I would have probably told them to shut up about assholes.

There feel of a huge amount of additional muscle fading was as unique as it was strange. More of my body changed, and I could feel my hips, legs, and belly all starting up the dance back to normality. I leaned forward onto Twilight's back so that he could feel me changing, but doing so let me feel him changing too.

Reaching my changing arms around him, I rubbed down to feel his shaft shrinking, then traced up his body with my hooves (as they turned into hands), and cupped his chest as Twilight grew he ever-impressive D cups back.

It wasn't a moment I'd really focused on before, but there was something more intimate than ever about holding a girl as she became a girl again, while also becoming male again myself. Slowly, I began kneading her breasts with all the care and attention of any breast-focused maniac loose in the capital of Equestria.

"Paul…" Twilight might be trying to protest, but she was trying badly. So badly, in fact, that she'd brought her own hands up to cover mine—but not stop mine. "If you turn me into a stallion again, I'm going to fuck you until you walk funny."

I froze. The last thing I'd ever expected to hear from a princess was that. Well, maybe Celestia, but Twilight? No way. "So, what are we gonna do instead?" It wasn't that I was against fucking, or against walking funny, but there was something about the way these women spoke that made every word a not-game—really real—thing.

Her chuckle could have meant a lot of things, though her hands squeezed mine a little—which meant she was squeezing her own boobs. Why does she get a pass to play with her sweater-kittens but I don't? This world can be unfair sometimes. "I'm going to cast the same spell again, but this time it will be stronger, and I'll put it on both of us. I want to see if you can actually get off before turning."

"Like a race," I said. "What do I get if I win?"

"You get to blow your load in me." Twilight squeezed my hands again. I wished I could see her cute, nerdy face.

I gave another few squeezes of her (in my mind) primary assets before replying. "Well, I'm sold. How do we do this?" Alright, so I was massaging her chest again. "Damn I missed these."

"Are you going to let go so I can focus?" When I didn't, she let out a (slightly lusty) sigh and closed her fingers around my hands and lifted me free of her fun-bags. "The only reason I haven't changed already is that I still have the last of that that spell on me. Okay, Paul, this shouldn't feel more than a little tingly. Ready?"

Of course, as she spoke, Twilight stood up and turned around. Penis was very thankful for this turn of events, and showed his appreciation (and mine).

"Sure," I said—completely distracted.

Magic happened, and by magic I mean Twilight jiggled up and down as she did something with her horn, which made her breasts do the most amazing dance I'd seen since I last met Princess Cadance. The next thing I knew, I had what felt like the smallest orgasm ever, but the pleasure rushed from my chest outward. When it passed, however, I felt an odd detatchedness.

"There!" Twilight bounced a few more times, distracting me completely from the magic she'd just cast as her boobs bounced even more than last time. Truly, she's the princess that just keeps on giving. "How do you feel?"

"Horny." I stood up and took two steps today Twilight. Cupping a breast with each of my hands, I let out a happy sigh. "And blessed."

"I meant the—the spell." She sounded distracted by something. Maybe it was the continued massage I was giving her tits? You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this experimentation stuff, next I'd have to massage something else.

"Spellwasgood. Comeon." I made the ultimate sacrifice and let go of a breast to grab her hand. When Twilight narrowed her eyes and glared at me, I decided more serious effort was required.

I had to give up her breasts completely, but it was only by the grace of penis that I could. Grabbing her around the rump and reaching for her shoulders, I tilted Twilight off-balance and lifted her up.

"Paul! What are you doing?!" Despite her shout, Twilight was giggling.

I started making my way back to the bedroom, carrying Twilight. "The spell tingled, felt like a small orgasm, and then faded. Is that what you wanted to know?" She looked just like she was taking in and carefully analyzing each word.

With care for the great booty I was carrying, I set Twilight down on the bed and then leaned over her and kissed her soft, yielding lips. I braced one hand on the bed and explored her chest with the other while I kept up the kiss.

Much as I could have spent all day playing with Twilight's breasts, I knew what she wanted (hint: it was the same thing penis wanted). I pushed my tongue out and started brushing my fingers down her chest to her belly, then down lower. French-kissing a princess while tickling my fingers through her bush was, without a doubt, the last thing my car accident had prepared me for.

When my fingers finally found her, Twilight broke the kiss and moaned aloud. She squirmed at first as I ran a digit up and down her entrance, and when I felt a little moisture—and pushed a finger in—Twilight arched her spine and offered me her chest.

It was special to be able to do this. I hadn't gotten to this moment a heck of a lot of times in Equestria before the girl became a stallion, so I nuzzled at each of her breasts and took my time, all the while Twilight whined and shook. That might have had something to do with the slow finger-fucking I was giving her.

Twilight put both her hands on the top of my head and shoved down her body. It was not the most subtle of hints, but it's one I could get behind.

Pulling my finger from her slowly, I moved around her legs so I could crawl up between them and get a little more personal. All the horsedick I'd sucked now, and this was practically my first time really getting to go to town on a girl. Was I crying? Maybe a little. Tears of pure, fucking joy.

As my lips made contact with her plump pussy in a kiss, Twilight squealed out my name. Her conversation about that other world she'd been to where the change doesn't happen came to mind, and I lifted my head back up from servicing her. "Twilight? This isn't your first ride, is it?"

"I've been with girls in—"

"I know that, but I mean with a guy, and with you as a girl. You've been with guys in…"

"Canterlot. The place is called Canterlot, too, but they're all kinda human and a little freaky." Twilight slumped down to her back. "I've been with one guy, Paul, he was kinda fun, but also kinda a bit young for me. Like, just out of high school young. It was fun, but he wasn't as experienced as you are."

The way she emphasized the last few words brought a smile to my lips. "It's nice to know you appreciate my work."

"This is work to you?"

"Work can be enjoyed, Twilight." I lowered my head and spotted a good target. "If you think I'm putting up with this, just for sex, you're mistaken." I pursed my lips and sucked her little, prominent clit.

I felt Twilight's hands grab into the bed and squeeze into fists. Her legs pulled up and she closed her thighs onto each side of my head and squeezed—but I didn't let go. One. Two. Three licks with my tongue and Twilight's thighs flexed more and I watched her sit up and stare down at me.

"Paul, if you don't stop that, I'll turn into a stallion and—"

I let go, but she wasn't done.

Twilight's horn practically illuminated the room as she picked me up and lifted me over her. She lay back and hefted me so that I was all the way up her torso with my dick between—

My brain locked up at what I realized she was doing. "N-No way…"

"Yes way. A lube spell to get things nice and slick,"—my cock, nestled now between her breasts, became warm with the summoned magic lube—"and here we go." Twilight grabbed her boobs and started rubbing them along my cock.

I was catapulted to that wonderful place all males go when their girl says "let me drive". I probably had the goofiest look on my face ever as Twilight rubbed her wonderful tits up and down my dick. Penis was too busy moaning to tell me anything, and vagina was waving pom poms from the sidelines.

It was impossible not to look down. My shaft looked both bigger and smaller than it had ever been at the same time. Nestled between her jugs (sorry, Jugs, but Twilight has jugs), I felt each motion of those wonderful, soft mounds as Twilight worked them along me. Paradise. Nirvana (not the band). It was utter bliss, and I wanted it to never end.

Had Twilight continued until I shot my load, I'm sure I would have pledged my undying support for her science experiments and dedicated myself to being her loyal worshiper for the rest of my days—just a little more…

Then, just as my pleasure was ramping up, it stopped.

Feeling dazed and a little unsure, I looked down to see Twilight's big, nerdy grin replaced with that of a cat—in particular, the cat that ate the canary. "Wha—?"

"Paul, I think we're both as worked up as we can get. I know my heart's racing like crazy, so either get yourself in there and fuck me, or I'm going to roll you over and keep going."

There was only one thing to do when you're given royal orders like that. Bracing my hands down on each side of her shoulders, I wiggled my legs down her body and stretched out atop her until I felt my shaft slip along her belly and crotch until it slid along her entrance. The moan she made as I did the last bit let me know I was on the right track. Braced with one hand, I reached down and held myself to line up with her, and then leaned forward and down.

Penis and I were in agreement about how great this was. It felt kinda muted, but at the same time I hadn't had sex as a guy for months, so it wasn't like I had much to compare it to. The difference between sex-as-a-guy and sex-as-a-mare was obvious, of course. Pushing my way into Twilight—slowly—I was a little startled by how intense it was compared with being a mare. Intense and focused. Everything was about my penis. Penis liked that.

"P-Paul! You're so big!"

Twilight's words held my attention. For a second, staring into her hungry eyes, I almost believed her. Pausing a moment, I decided to call her bluff. "Really? I could have sworn you said you've been with guys before. Remember, in that other world?"

"Remind me to take you there. See, the thing is, their bodies are different." Despite the situation, despite wanting Paul to start fucking her, Twilight was engaged in Science Mode. "Really long legs, which is kinda nice because they're covered in erogenous zones, but really small bodies. I mean, they had big dicks for their body-size, but you—by comparison—are huge. The biggest I've ever taken."

Alright, that made sense. Kinda. It also made me feel a lot better. Penis, you ready for action? I didn't have to ask—penis was inside Twilight, which on the whole kept penis ready for action. Knowing that I was the biggest she'd been with was just about the biggest boost I could get.

This called for something special. Missionary position wasn't enough for such an occasion. Turning to the side, I reached back for Twilight's leg and pulled it upward.

"What are you doing?!" Twilight asked.

Turning her a little to her side, I straddled her remaining thigh, drew my hips back while holding her other leg before me, then thrust forward.

As I gathered speed, Twilight stared up at me with wide eyes and an even wider mouth. She started with little grunts and then progressed to throaty moans. I'd learned this move from an old girlfriend who'd liked things a little deeper than normal. By the sounds Twilight made, I could put her down on that list.

Each stroke was a real reminder of how different this kind of sex was. Not just being male, but also having my hands free, being more touchy-feely, and being in control of things.

Twilight didn't exactly just lay back and take it. She bucked her hips up against me each time I thrust, timing her motions with my own so we had a constant rocking happening—our bodies in perfect concert with each other.

It was good to be back in the saddle again. Everything still worked right, and given how good it felt it worked well. My pace became erratic as I got closer to blowing my load. With one arm holding her leg, I reached out blindly with the other and caught her wing.

Wings look fragile, until you realize a pegasus can literally fly with them, lifting themselves and into the air and zooming around corners and stuff. As I pulled on Twilight's wing, she pulled back.

"I'm close, Paul. Oh Celestia this feels good!"

"Yeah—Not gonna—last much—longer!" My back was arched and my hips were a blur as I pounded her. I could feel my end approaching, and hoped she'd gotten enough from me to orgasm too. Just as the worry hit me that she might not—Twilight Sparkle climaxed.

She squeezed down on me like a clamp, and it was more than I could stand. Grunting and leaning forward, I bucked my hips harder and then—then I felt the electric fire that erupted from deep inside whenever I came. I shoved forward as hard as I could and felt the energy boil down my shaft and into Twilight.

It was like nothing in Equestria—literally. I strained and felt my body unload repeatedly as Twilight reached up for me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pulled herself up into a kiss.

With our lips pressed together, I wrapped my arms around her beck (surrendering her leg) and pulled her against me. The feel of having a woman against me, around me, and kissing me was the best thing I'd felt since being here, and it made Twilight Sparkle a very important princess in my books.

It was funny, then, when I felt a wave of poniness start to pour over me like a warm shower. I shivered and hugged Twilight a little tighter. The feel of my penis slowly pulling out of her as I turned from a (in my opinion) handsome guy into a mare was something else.

She folded her wings around me and giggled. "You're much cuter like this, Paul, but that was wonderful." She pressed her lips to my changing snout and kissed me as I finished changing.

I think the thing I could get most used to in this situation was definitely sticking my snout down between her boobs. Definitely the best. I nuzzled around between her girls until Twilight started laughing at me.

"Paul, you really are fixated. You know that, right?" What Twilight did next put her firmly in the role of best princess. Without any prompting, she reached her hands up to the side of each of her gorgeous D cups, and squeezed them against my snout. "How's that?"

The warm scent of her body combined with the smell of sex to make a musk that agreed with me. My good mood, however, was mostly because she was letting me live a dream. Twilight didn't have as much of a rack as Cadance (nobody could have tits that big), but Twilight sure knew how to use 'em.

All the best things in life had to end eventually, and when I felt the pressure ease up on her right breast, I figured the fun was over. Instead, Twilight's hand trailed down my chest and belly, tickled over my teats, and curled underneath me.

I let out a little gasp as she slowly started fingering me. "T-Twilight? It's okay. We—" When an extra finger pushed in, I let out a little moan into her cleavage.

"Paul, you don't honestly think I'm not going to treat the only guy in Equestria who'll let me use magic in the bedroom to some extra fun?" Twilight leaned forward and kissed my ears while her fingers played within me.

Closing her legs on each side of me, Twilight lifted my rump off the bed so she had better access, but it also threatened to dislodge me from her breasts.

Leaning back into her wings a little, I used my hooves to lift up and support her breasts. "Since I can't talk you out of it, I'm not going to complain." I nuzzled at one of her breasts and opened my mouth as wide as I could to suck some of the flesh inside.

Gently using my lips to keep my teeth from meeting her breast, I squeezed down a little, only to get an answering thrust of Twilight's fingers. It quickly built into a game. I'd caress and nuzzle her breasts, and she'd drive me to distraction by playing a game of how many fingers fit in Paul. I can't say either was a bad game.

Twilight was a wizard, a sorceress… a fucking enchantress. What she couldn't do with her fingers wasn't worth doing. She made me squeal, scream, and even whimper her name again and again, and all the while I had free reign to play with her breasts. Was this love? Was yours truly finally in jeopardy of proposing?

Author's Note

Lyra: how's life with Bon Bon since the pregnancy?

Lyra bounced in place, her larger-than-normal boobs jostling just over her hugely swollen belly. "This is literally the best, ever! I'll tell you one thing, too... My Sweetie digs my bigger boobs. She's almost as bad as Paul!"

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