Applejack was about to head upstairs, take off her red tied-off shirt and kick off daisy dukes to take a shower off the sweat she worked up after a long day of working on the farm when a knock came on the door.
“I’ll get it!” Applejack called out. She opened the door and her curiosity was roused. Standing in front of her was a woman with a thick, curvy and powerful-looking body, with a prominent bust and wide hips. She was undeniably attractive, though Applejack thought she looked a little like a cartoon with her exaggerated proportions, her sides curving like a washboard between her hips and boobs. She wore a white button shirt with a black pencil skirt and a matching coat over her shirt.
“Can I help you, miss?” Applejack asked.
“I believe so,” the woman said. “Is this Sweet Apple Acres?”
“That’s us. Who’s asking?”
“Oh, of course. My name is Agatha.” Agatha took Applejack’s hand and shook it without waiting for Applejack to agree. “I guess you could say I’m kind of entrepreneur. I’m looking to expand my business ventures, and here would be the perfect place to do it.”
“Uh-huh,” Applejack nodded. “Let me get my brother. He handles the business side of things.”
“Of course. May I come inside while I wait?”
“I guess so,” Applejack said. She gave Agatha another look. Something about this felt off, but other than having a non-native name, Applejack had nothing to accuse her of.
Agatha took her seat at the kitchen table while Applejack brought Big Macintosh down from upstairs. The siblings were surprised to find Agatha having already made tea for the three of them when they came back down.
“What’s this?” Big Macintosh asked.
“Oh, samples,” Agatha said. “I understand you might be hesitant to agree to my terms, so I thought these might help persuade you.”
“And what exactly are your terms?” Big Macintosh asked, taking a seat and picking up the tea to examine it. “What do you want from us?”
“Well, you see, I used to work for a dairy company. We made milk, cheese, cream, you know, things like that. But, sadly, the company went under, and I’ve been trying to find a new product line. I hear Sweet Apple Acres has the best cows in all of Equestria. I was hoping we could make an arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?” Applejack asked.
“You allow me to live here and make use of your cows to make various cream and dairy products. In exchange, I’ll pay room and board and give you a percentage of the profits. Just until I have enough income to pay for my own place, you understand, at which point I will move out, and I will continue to give you the profits as long as I’m using your livestock. Hopefully, at some point, I’ll be able to get my own farm with my own cows, but until then … will you help me get started?”
“How much of the profits?” Big Macintosh asked. “We had some con men awhile back try and slip one under us with 80-20 split.”
“Oh, goodness, no. I would never ask something unreasonable like that. I was thinking somewhere around forty-five percent to start with. I’m willing to go as high as sixty if that’s what it takes.”
Applejack and Big Macintosh looked at each other.
“Do you have business experience?” Applejack asked.
“I just told you I worked for a big dairy company.”
“Y’all forgot to mention at what part of the company.”
“COO. Chief Operating Officer.”
“And you couldn’t do anything to stop the company from going under?” Applejack asked.
“Sadly, no. When the higher-ups are … well, idiots, what can you do?”
Applejack looked to Big Macintosh. “I’m still not so sure about this.”
“Tell you what,” Agatha said. “How about I make it sixty percent, and I start contributing to the house and farm? Washing dishes, picking apples, that sort of thing.”
Applejack examined Agatha again. Her body did not suggest she would be good at manual labor. She looked like she belonged more in a dirty magazine than on the farm.
“You sell cider during certains seasons of the year, don’t you?” Agatha said. “You know how much of a money maker a good drink can be. Why don’t you try the tea, and then make your decision?”
“She’s got a point.” Big Macintosh took a swig of the drink. His eyes widened. The tea was delicious, perfectly balanced between all of its ingredients, hitting the spot just right.
Applejack reluctantly followed suit, and she was equally surprised. The tea didn’t just taste good - it made her feel good, like she was full of vitality. She felt ready to go knock all the apples off a tree in under a minute.
Applejack blinked, trying to come back down from her seeming high. It took a minute, but eventually she re-asserted herself.
“Whoa, okay,” Applejack said. “That’s pretty delicious.”
“Oh, why thank you,” Agatha said modestly. “To be perfectly honest, I had some concerns if this batch was good enough.”
“I think we can make a deal,” Big Macintosh reached his hand across the table. “And this tea is fantastic, so I think we can afford to go down to fifty-five percent.”
“Really? That’s so generous of you!” Agatha shook his hand.
“Sure, sure, it’s no problem,” Applejack said. She let out a giggle. This tea made her feel just a bit airy. “Five percent ain’t gonna do much.”
“Thank you so much again,” Agatha stood up. “I promise, you won’t regret it, and I’m looking forward to a very fruitful partnership.”
A few days later, Applejack was out working in the farm while Big Macintosh sat in the kitchen, watching Agatha work on some products.
Agatha was proving to be a great success so far. She had already sold more than a few drinks. Not enough to start making hand over fist, but she assured Big Macintosh that with a little time her business venture would grow, and Big Macintosh had enough faith in her by now to believe she would.
Big Macintosh checked the time. Fluttershy had wanted to come over today for lunch. He got up from his chair and welcome her into the room.
“Hello, Fluttershy.” Big Macintosh, like a gentleman, brought her over into a chair. “How are you today?”
“I’m good, Big Mac,” Fluttershy said. She looked over and saw Agatha, trying not to stare at Agatha’s butt as it shifted from side to side as Agatha worked. “So this is Agatha.”
“That’s me!” Agatha answered without turning around.
“Fluttershy said she wanted to come over and meet you,” Big Macintosh said.
Fluttershy blushed. “Oh my, well, I don’t know if I said that, exactly, but I just said it would be nice to get to know you if you’re going to be staying with Applejack and Big Macintosh for awhile.”
“Ha! Well, hopefully, it won’t be too long,” Agatha. “Excuse me a moment, I need to go check on something.”
Agatha left, leaving Fluttershy and Big Macintosh by themselves.
“She seems nice enough,” Fluttershy said.
“Eyup,” Big Macintosh said. “A better business pony than the Flim Flam Brothers, that’s for sure.”
“Angel Bunny would make a better business pony than the Flim Flam Brothers,” Fluttershy muttered, letting out one of her increasing uses of sarcasm since she met Twilight Sparkle.
“Eyup. Speaking of, how’s Zecora? I know you two were hanging out a lot for awhile there.”
“She’s fine. She’s told me she’s thinking about going back to her homeland.”
“Oh, really?”
“Just for a little bit,” Fluttershy said. “She also said … well, she’s still thinking about it, so maybe I shouldn’t tell you …”
“Well, you brought it up, so you might as well follow through.”
“Okay. She said she was thinking about starting a family. Getting a husband, kids. That’s why she wants to go back home. Because she doesn’t think she’s … compatible with any of the, ah, local species.”
“I see,” Big Macintosh nodded his head sagely. “Well, whatever she ends up doing, let’s hope it works out for her.”
“Excuse me, dears,” Agatha said, returning from upstairs with a waiter’s tray balanced perfectly in her hand. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you might could help me with something. See, I’ve been working on a new milkshake recipe, and I was hoping you two could help me test it out before I take it to market.”
“Oh, sure! I’m always happy to help somepony get back on their hooves. Isn’t that right, Big Mac?”
“Eyup.”
“Perfect! Thank you so much.” Agatha placed the tray on the table and served the milkshakes to Fluttershy and Big Macintosh. “It’s always nice to have a friend help you, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes. Say, Agatha? Could I ask you a question that’s … maybe a little personal?”
“Of course, anything you like,” Agatha sat in the chair, stretching her arms, causing her enormous breasts to lift up and push against her shirt in the process.
“Where are you from? ‘Agatha’ isn’t a very Equestrian name. You’re … not from the other side of the portal, are you?”
Agatha stared blankly. “Portal? I don’t know anything about a portal. I come from a far away land, that’s all. You have to take the train to get there.”
“That must have been a long way to go just to come all the way out here.”
“What can I say? I heard Sweet Apple Acres was worth it, and based on what I’ve experienced so far, it absolutely has. But enough about me. Let’s try those drinks and see what you think.”
“Of course. Bottoms up.”
Fluttershy and Big Macintosh lifted the drinks up to their mouths and took tiny sips. Moans of pleasure escaped them, and they quickly chugged the rest of the shakes down, giving themselves milk mustaches, panting with delight as they emptied the cups.
“Oh my …” Fluttershy said. “Agatha, these are fantastic! Could we - could we have some more?”
“But of course,” Agatha said. She produced a jug of milk, a spoon, and a tub of ice cream and quickly whipped fresh shakes for them on the spot. She put in the ice cream, and the milk, and stirred them together vigorously.
Fluttershy and Big Macintosh sat there, shivering and shuddering, not from cold, but from warmth. They laid eyes on each other, looking at each other with a fondness neither had ever felt before. But as they sat there, neither of them could deny the other was very attractive.
They closed their eyes and were about to lean into a kiss when Agatha started pouring into their cups.
“So, Fluttershy, you were asking me about where I came from, “ Agatha mused as she served the refills. “Why don’t I return the favor and ask you about where you came from?”
“Oh, nowhere special,” Fluttershy said. “Just some place call Cloudsdale. Up in the … what are they called? Clouds, that’s it, clouds.” She looked into her cup with interest and licked her hips. “It doesn’t have anything near as delicious as this.”
Agatha chuckled. “That’s some high praise! I’m glad you like it.”
Fluttershy and Big Macintosh swigged the drinks and chugged them down again. They both let out huge burps that they found embarrassing, but it merely amused Agatha.
Big Macintosh felt something stir inside him. His cock twitched inside his flannel pants, bulging and pushing, as if trying to push its way out and be free. It also felt like it was … growing, stretching inside of his pants, but that couldn’t be right. He wasn’t getting aroused. Was he?
Fluttershy also underwent a change. Her boobs swelled up inside her lacey sundress, pushing her sundress out and causing it to lift up and expose her ankles. She swayed in her chair, lifting a hand up to her breast and rubbing at her nipple with her palm, as if she was dimly aware something was happening there, but too concerned with how good she felt to really care.
“Want some more?” Agatha offered, resting her chin on her fingers and looking at the two of them over her glasses.
“Yes, please!” Fluttershy gave Agatha her cup.
“Why don’t I get one for you, too, handsome?” Agatha asked, giving Big Macintosh a flirty wink as she took his cup.
“Mm …” Big Macintosh looked over to Fluttershy. “Fluttershy, don’t you think there’s something a little … strange going on?”
“Strange? No, I haven’t noticed anything strange,” Fluttershy said, obliviously still rubbing at her breast with her palm.
“Must be my imagination, then,” Big Mac said, turning away from Fluttershy. He looked up the stairs. He hoped Agatha finished their milkshakes soon. He wanted more. They were so good. But too much dairy was hard on his stomach, so he hoped he would be satisfied soon.
Agatha made another batch of the milkshakes and served it. Big Macintosh and Fluttershy gulped them down just as quick, if not quicker, than they did the last two servings.
Now, Big Macintosh could tell, he was definitely getting horny. His cock was throbbing his pants, pushing against the fabric. It felt so big and so strong now, like it might actually tear through his pants if he wasn’t careful.
He felt a change in his shoulders, too. His muscles started to grow and become more defined. He was always a fit colt, but he was athletic, toned. Now his biceps were bulging against the sleeves of his red and blue lumberjack shirt, with definition running down the length of his arms and his legs. He looked ready to participate in a weight-lifting competition and win.
Fluttershy underwent further changes of her own. Her tits swelled up inside her dress, eventually pushing out so far that they drooped onto the table and pushed her sundress down to the point where the nipples were exposed. Her dress was further challenged as her hips grew out, expanding sideways. Splits appeared in the side of her dress as her hips filled out, looking less like her own and more like Agatha’s with every passing second.
Their eyes glazed over, and thinking became difficult. Their head was filled with some kind of swirling mist. All they could think about was Agatha’s milkshakes.
“Mmm … moo,” Fluttershy stumbled. “I mean, more. Could we have some more?”
“You can have as much as you would like,” Agatha said. She lifted up the jug of milk and tried to pour it into their cups, but nothing came out. “Oh, phooey. It looks like we’re out of milk.”
“O-out?” Fluttershy stammered, distress in her voice. Her hands snapped to her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, and she was about to volunteer to substitute her own tits so they could get more milk.
“Not to worry, dear,” Agatha assured her. “There’s some more in my room. Big Macintosh ...”
Agatha unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a deep, massive cleavage – one even larger than her shirt suggested, like she was wearing a restraining bra to keep from giving away her real size. It must easily been enough to crush Big Macintosh’s head in, if she were so inclined. Big Macintosh couldn’t stop staring. Having a brief moment where he was aware he was being rude, he tried to pull his eyes away, but unsuccessfully. He just wanted to keep staring into her deep cleavage. Imagining getting buried, getting lost in there … imagining her taking those huge tits of hers and using them to crush his cock … his member throbbed at the thought, and if she hadn’t spoken and gotten his attention, he might have launched himself off his chair and straight at her to demand she take him on the spot.
“Would you go upstairs to my room and fetch another carton of milk?” Agatha pulled on her bra straps and jiggled her tits up and down, making them bounce. She needn’t have bothered, as Big Macintosh would have agreed to do anything for her as long as he was looking at her gorgeous cleavage.
Big Macintosh slowly nodded, his eyes transfixed on Agatha’s cleavage. He got up from the table, having to use all of his strength to pull himself away from Agatha’s boobs. It was only by reminding himself that he was separating for her boobs that he managed to leave at all.
Agatha chuckled, watching him go.
“Excellent,” Agatha said. She walked over to Fluttershy, pulling down on her own bra so her thick nipples were exposed. “Now that we have some alone time, Fluttershy, why don’t I give you something to help with your craving in the meantime? Here. Suck my breast. It’ll help with the craving I know you must be feeling by now.”
“R-really?” Fluttershy asked, staring at Agatha’s’ nipples, as taken in by her breasts as Big Macintosh was. “You mean it?”
“Of course, dear,” Agatha said. She pushed her boob onto Fluttershy’s face. “Go ahead. Suck. Suck as much as you like.”
Fluttershy cheered in joy and grabbed onto Agatha’s breast, squeezing as she latched her mouth onto the nipple and sucked like a starving woman.
Big Macintosh went up the stairs, humming a ditty to himself to pass the time. He felt so strong, so powerful. His muscles were bulging, and he could feel the strength practically emanating from them. All he had to do was flex and he could break a boulder. His enlarged cock swung back and forth inside his pants, hard, throbbing and eager to receive a reward from Agatha.
He opened the door to her room and went inside. He saw a large machine set by her guest bed, covered in blinking lights. The sight of it was enough of a shock for him to come back to his senses.
“Hey, wait just a minute … there really is something strange going on here!” Big Macintosh scowled. He rolled up his sleeves, but with his new and enhanced muscles, this caused his sleeves to rip. He tried to not be embarrassed about this, and marched out and down the stairs to confront Agatha.
“Agatha!” Big Macintosh shouted as he came down the stairs. He smashed his fist into his palm, ready for a fight. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”
Big Macintosh froze when he finished arriving down the stairs.
Agatha was feeding Fluttershy with milk from her tits, and Fluttershy had her ears back with a blush on her face, enjoying every minute of it. Her own boobs had grown in size so much to where they match Agatha's pound for pound, the size of beach balls and brimming with milk.
Agatha chuckled. “Oh, Big Macintosh. Are you sure you don’t mean a boner?” She pointed at his pants, where there was a significant bulge.
"What did y'all do to - to Fluttershy?" Big Macintosh demanded, weakly raising up his fist and waving it around aimlessly. He tried desperately to ignore the throbbing in his cock.
Agatha chuckled. "Why, I just made few enhancements, that's all. Come now, Big Macintosh, there's no need to be so testy. Excuse me a minute, would you, dear?" Agatha patted Fluttershy on the cheek and went away. Fluttershy groaned at having Agatha leave and reached after her, but she accepted her fate and laid back in her chair, beginning to tweak her nipples and milk herself.
As Agatha approached him, Big Macintosh lost all his will to fight. Her boobs were just too heavy and magnificent for him to resist. Seeing that cleavage approach, jiggling from side to side, disarmed him.
Agatha saw his struggling and chuckled. She grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him along with ease, his feet giving out and sliding across the floor. She pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and bid him to sit down in it.
"You won't ... won't get away," Big Macintosh murmured. "With ..."
"With what, hmm? Wont' get away with that?" Agatha asked. "Come now, Big Macintosh. I know what's on your mind. I know what must be going through your head right now. Your cock is bulging, isn't it? Ah, you can feel it, can't you? It's so hard right now, so hard and so strong."
Agatha got down on her knees, letting Big Macintosh see straight down to her cleavage.
"Admit it, Big Macintosh," Agatha said, crossing her arms under her boobs and pushing them up. "You want me to rub my tits onto your hard cock, don't you? I think you do. My big, softy, squishy, milky jugs ..."
Big Macintosh couldn't muster a word to say.
Agatha pinched her nipple, squirting out a jet of milk that landed right on Big Macintosh's zipper, teasing his cock with the warm feeling of her milk seeping through his pants.
"Oops," Agatha said. "Here, why don't you let me dry that off?"
Big Macintosh offered no resistance as Agatha unzipped his pants. He couldn't. There was nothing left. Agatha was right. He wanted her tits on his member. To feel those soft, huge funbags squashing down on his hard rod ...
Agatha pulled his underwear down next, and his cock sprung out. Seeing it made Agatha laugh again.
His erection was huge. Big Macintosh had to wonder why he hadn't gone and fainted by now. There was no he should have been able to keep an erection this large for this long.
"My, my, you are hard, aren't you?" Agatha teased. "Hard and virile." She gripped the base of his shaft with her hand, then the middle of it, and smiled to see there was still more a few inches left over, even with both her hands wrapped around it.
"Yes, perfect," Agatha muttered, as if entranced by his cock as much as he was by her tits. "You're going to make a fine specimen. Oh my! I seem to have to lost my train of thought. Where were we? Oh, yes, that's right."
Agatha pushed herself up. She pushed her boobs apart, leaned forward on Big Macintosh's lap, and pressed them back together with his cock in between them.
"We were talking about how much you love for me to squeeze your cock with my tits," Agatha emphasized her words by pushing in on her breasts, crushing Big Macintosh's member between them.
Big Macintosh moaned and shivered. Only the tip of his cock was visible with Agatha's mounds pressing down on him, and even that little was a feat given her huge size.
"Yes," Agatha cooed, massaging her tits and rolling them up and down on his rod. "You would just love for me to keep squeezing, wouldn't you? Keep squeezing and squishing and pressing until you ... cum."
Agatha lifted her tits up, then brought them back down, rubbing Big Macintosh's cock against them the whole time.
"You love watching my big boobies go up and down on your cock, don't you, dear? Don't you, my little stud? Yes, that's right, you are my little stud, aren't you?"
Big Macintosh shivered with anticipation. He could feel the early hints of a climax welling up in the bottom of his shaft.
"Up and down, up and down," Agatha teased him, moving her hands slightly faster now, pressing more and more on Big Macintosh's rod until finally the climax overtake him.
Big Macintosh threw his head back and wailed as his orgasm took over. It was like nothing he ever felt before. He thought he knew what it felt like to cum, to squirt, to shoot his wad straight up into the air. Now he realized he didn't. Anything he might have done before was a paltry imitation of sex compared to this feeling of bliss.
His cum shot up and landed on Agatha's tits, leaving splatters of cum on her cleavage. It made Big Macintosh smile to see the mess he made. To know that she was his, and he was her's. He had staked his claim to her tits now, and no one would take that away from him. Except for the little voice in the back of his head that sounded like Agatha's reminding him of the truth - her boobs didn't belong to him, he belonged to her boobs, and he would whatever she told him to as long as the promise of interacting with her glorious cleavage was in the air - sucking on it, fondling it, rubbing. All of it would be reward enough for him to set his principles aside.
"You've been such a good sport, Big Macintosh," Agatha got up, jiggling her tits with her hands as she did for his pleasure. "You've done so well to cum and give yourself to my and my tits. As a matter of fact, since you've been so good, I think I'll give you another reward."
Agatha went over to Fluttershy and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck. Fluttershy giggled at Agatha's touch, and Agatha hefted Fluttershy off the chair and threw her down onto the kitchen table.
"Come over here, Big Macintosh," Agatha instructed, pointing at Fluttershy. "I'm sure she could use some tender loving of her own by now."
There was a tiny voice in Big Macintosh that told him not to do it. It never stood a chance.
Big Macintosh bounded off his table. His pants were slipping off his body and he stumbled on the pant leg, but he recovered and soon shook the leggings off, leaving nothing but his boxers around his thighs. That he quickly did away with as well.
Fluttershy laid where she was on the table, fidgeting and moaning, desperate for her own release. Agatha went ahead and removed the remnants of her dress so Big Macintosh could access her slit.
Big Macintosh would be the one to give it to her. He straddled on top of her, slipping his cock into her vagina.
Fluttershy moaned deliriously, continuing to fidget with her fingers, opening and closing her hands as if she didn’t know what they were. She didn't care that it was Big Macintosh inside her, just that it was someone with a nice, big cock, the kind she knew she needed. The kind that would fill her up when it blew its load into her cunt. Maybe he could even get her pregnant. She’d always wanted a child ...
Big Macintosh moaned and panted as he pumped his rod into Fluttershy's snatch, looking up at the ceiling with his glazed over eyes. His lust had a complete control over him. Nothing mattered to him anymore but to have sex, and do it well, and spread his cum all over the insides of the lucky mares who received his attention.
"B-Big Macintosh," Fluttershy stammered. "Hurry up! I want it. I need it ..." She whined, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth.
"Well?" Agatha asked. "You heard her, Big Macintosh. She needs it. Aren't you going to give it to her? Am I going to have to find another stallion to take your place?"
"No!" Big Macintosh grunted, then got a dopey smile on his face as he came again. The tip of his cock flared, squirting and shooting his semen all over Fluttershy's cunt. The sticky stuff began to leak down the sides of Fluttershy's tits and onto the table cloth.
"Yes! Yes!" Fluttershy screamed, pounding her fists on the table as the feeling of his warm cum inside brought her overwhelming joy. She panted and moaned and heaved her breath, turning over onto her side as she came herself, such was the pleasure she derived from Big Macintosh exploding inside her. Her cum leaked out from under the remnants of her sundress to join Big Macintosh's on the table cloth.
Agatha went over to Fluttershy and petted her hair. "Who's a good cow?"
"I am," Fluttershy said. "I am ... I am good cow. M-oo. Moo!" She tumbled over to the floor, getting on all fours, rocking her head back and forth as if listening to the sound of her own cow bell.
"And who's the good little bull that's going to keep this cow happy?" Agatha asked, looking pointedly at Big Macintosh.
"Eeyup," Big Macintosh agreed, still a man of few words even when he was brainwashed into being a perpetual horny sex machine.
Fluttershy panted. Big Macintosh removed himself from her and gave her some space.
Fluttershy rolled over onto her back, facing up at Big Macintosh with her heaving breasts drooping to her sides from gravity.
"Big Macintosh ... I need more," Fluttershy whispered. She looked at him sultrily, lust in her eyes.
"More?" Big Macintosh looked fretful. "Gee, Flutershy, I'm not sure I can do ..."
"Look at her, Big Macintosh." Agatha came up behind Big Mac and placed her hand on the back of his head, leveraging it to look straight down at Fluttershy's prone and eager body. "Look into her eyes. Look at her tits. You love her tits, don't you? You horny, unthinking stud. Wouldn't you do everything for them - for her?"
Big Macintosh drooled a little. "Yes ... yes!" Giving into his lust, Big Macintosh climbed up on the table and thrust his dick in between Fluttershy's tits. Fluttershy moaned and cupped her breasts to bring them together to rub at his cock, and the merest touch reminded Big Macintosh of how good it felt when Agatha tit-fucked him, to the point to where simply thinking about that prior experience was almost enough to make him cum again on the spot.
Almost.
Big Macintosh Fluttershy continued on like this, Big Macintosh panting and moaning while Fluttershy kept her mouth open, eagerly awaiting his load to spray over her face.
Agatha took a seat by the window. She drew the curtains back to let some light into the room, but only enough to cover a little corner. Certainly not enough to let Applejack peek into the window and see what was going on.
"Oh ... Big Macintosh!"
"Oh, Fluttershy!"
Big Macintosh keeled over, lurching over Fluttershy and supporting himself with his arms by her head. His cock twitched as if straining to blow, but unable to.
"What's wrong?" Fluttershy asked, reaching up and cupping Big Macintosh's cheek.
"I can't ... I'm trying, Fluttershy, but I can't seem to ..."
"Oh. Is the handsome stud having some performance difficulties?" Agatha asked. "Well, I might have a little remedy for that. But you know what it is, don't you, Big Macintosh? What you have to do?"
Big Macintosh smiled at the thought. He swung his head down and pressed his mouth to Fluttershy's nipple, sucking on it and nursing the milk out. Fluttershy moaned loudly and clutched at the edges of the table as feeding became euphoric for her.
Big Macintosh's cock twitched again, and it successfully squirted a wad of cum that smeared and flecked all over Fluttershy's tits and her face.
Fluttershy giggled again, basking in the feeling of warmth and stick.
"Moo!" Fluttershy shouted. "Moo! Moo!" She snorted as if a fly had gone up her nose and whipped her tail out in that bored way cattle sometimes did.
"As you wish!" Big Macintosh said, apparently understanding her despite the reducing in her vocabulary.
Agatha laughed to herself. "Why don't you two lovebirds finish up? I'll be right back."
Agatha left her chair and went upstairs. Behind her, Fluttershy continued to moan, eventually letting into a scream as she reached climax, cum leaking out of her slit as her mind drifted off into a vapid land imagining only pastures for her to graze from. Operating by sheer instinct, she brought her hands over to her vagina and made as if to finger herself and get the most out of her orgasm, but her hands were unfocused and fuzzy.
Fetching a notebook out of the drawer that the Apple Family had so kindly provided for her.
"Experiment progress report," Agatha reported, talking as she wrote it down with her classy needle-point pen. "Have moved onto phase 2 of the business project, "Conversion of Assets." Can safely say without a doubt that the milkshakes were a smashing success. Big Macintosh could barely keep his hands off me. Feeding Fluttershy also went incredibly smoothly. She'll make a very good cow in no time, as well the rest of her friends."
Agatha placed the notebook and pen back into her drawer then returned down the stairs to check on her investment.
The two of them had fallen off the table and were now on the floor. Big Macintosh seemed to have had his fill of giving, as he was lying on top of Fluttershy sucking milk out from her breast while Fluttershy stroked his mane and whispered sweet nothings.
"So, Big Mac, Fluttershy," Agatha said. "What did you think of the milkshakes?"
"Milkshakes?" Fluttershy asked, rolling over onto all fours. She looked up dumbly at Agatha as if she didn’t recognize who or what she was, and there was a light glaze to her eyes as if she’d been drinking alcohol.
"Yes. The milkshakes that I gave you earlier?"
"Milkshakes,” Flutershy repeated, as if the word was foreign. “Milk … milk-shakes. Oh, right! Those milkshakes." Fluttershy giggled. "They were delicious. Absolutely ... delicious." She reached over to her spare nipple, the one Big Macintosh wasn't feeding on, and gave it a squeeze, milking a fountain of milk gush out and spray everywhere.
"I'm so glad to hear that," Agatha said. She walked around the two of them, examining them with interest. "Do you think they'll sell well?"
"Oh, I'm sure they will," Fluttershy said. She blinked. "What were we talking about?"
Big Macintosh distracted her, reaching over and pinching her nipple, making more milk leak from her tit.
"I suppose it doesn’t … " Fluttershy muttered, tilting her and smiling obliviously at nothing in particular. “Doesn’t …” Her face spread into a happy grin.
"That's right," Agatha said, slipping a collar around Fluttershy’s neck. Fluttershy obediently stayed where she was, staying on all fours on the ground. Big Macintosh followed Fluttershy’s examples, getting on his hands and knees and standing next to Fluttershy like cattle in their pen.
"It doesn’t matter to a good happy cow like you. You just let me worry about everything," Agatha licked her lips and adjusted her glasses, looking at Big Macintosh and Fluttershy. A part of her wanted to strip herself naked and get down on the floor and join them, but that would be impractical. She still had things to get done.
"We certainly made a mess here, didn't we?" Agatha said to herself, examining the spunk-covered table cloth. "Someone should have to clean that up, I suppose. And with the two of you occupied ... I guess that means me."
She lifted the tablecloth and began licking the spots where Big Macintosh's spunk had landed. The taste delighted her, almost as much as it delighted to have Fluttershy taken hold of her by her milk.
She looked out the window and saw Applejack moving between the apple trees. She would probably be done soon and come inside. Agatha would need to have a plan for when she did, as Applejack probably wasn't going to be very open to the idea of milkshakes when she saw what the milkshakes had done to Fluttershy and Big Macintosh.
Agatha waved it off. She would come up with something, just like she always had. It probably wouldn't be too much of an issue to move her livestock to the upper floor of the house ... yes, move them there, and then Applejack would be none the wiser.
Agatha smiled to herself, then licked the table cloth again.
Author's Note
From the wild, a new commission appears!
Unfortunate that I've decided I want to try and take Contessa away from pony fics, because she'd have been a perfect fit for this, as the commission called for someone with big, hypnotic lactating breasts, but I just couldn't bring myself to make that exception.
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