“Wow, I can’t believe the old headquarters has held together this well!” Scootaloo murmured, examining the interior of their tree fort.
“Big Mac likes to keep it fixed up. Says it reminds him of when we were all little,” Apple Bloom added, following the athletic orange pegasus into the cozy little building.
“Well, are you sure we’ll have some privacy up here? I mean, I don’t want to give ‘ol Big Macintosh a heart attack or anything,” Sweetie Bell said, entering their old Cutie Mark Crusaders hideout.
It was the second week of their first summer home from college, and they were all happy for the chance to romp around Ponyville again. They’d all been away for nearly the entire year, except for their Hearth’s Warming vacation, so they fully planned to capitalize on their time together. Yeah, they got to see each other around school, but it just wasn’t the same. Each of them had been kept busy with their studies, which didn’t allow them to goof around nearly as much as they would have liked. Still, their freshman year was completed, so they were granted a respite from lectures and tests.
“So,” Applebloom began, looking to the snow white unicorn, “what was that you were saying about an experiment?”
To say that the olive earth pony had filled out well would be a bit of an understatement. Dressed in a short cut tank top and jean shorts, her ample hips, well toned legs, and pronounced cleavage were easy to appreciate. Under the denim of her trunks, a rather prominent bulge sat at her groin; it may have been easy to miss, depending on where you were looking, but it was unmistakable, if you were paying attention. Sweetie had mentioned something about needing help from her fellow crusaders, once they’d gotten back in town.
“Yeah,” Scootaloo chimed in, leaning her back against the wall, “exactly what could we help you with?” Much like her icon, Rainbow Dash, she had developed a toned, yet exceptionally feminine physique. While she was relatively slim, she had a firmly sculpted rump, as well as pair of well developed bosoms. Clad in a pair of track shorts and sports bra, her look left little to the imagination; that was, except for a notable swollen area in the fabric at her crotch.
Setting her shoulder bag down, Sweetie fidgeted uncomfortably. In an ironic twist of fate, she was the most demure of the three. Unlike Scootaloo or Bloom, her body hadn’t matured nearly as provocatively. Her breasts, while a respectable C cup, seemed relatively small, in comparison to her friends’. Adorned in a simple skirt and crop top, she looked between the earth pony and pegasus.
“It’s just that, well, there was a potion I wanted to try out, and I thought you two could help. If it works, it might help me with these,” she grumbled, cupping a boob in each hand.
“So...You just want us to tell you if your tits get bigger?” Bloom asked, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. It wasn’t like Sweetie to ask for something so paltry, especially since she’d always had an eye for detail.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind helping,” Scootaloo interjected, with a shrug. “After all, it’s been a while since I’ve had my hands on those puppies,” she snickered, mockingly groping the air before her. While it is true the three had occasionally fooled around in high school, they hadn’t done anything of the sort in nearly a year.
“If it works, I can give each of you a tit job,” Sweetie murmured, blushing slightly. She wasn’t nearly as sexually aggressive as her friend, most likely due to not being a dickmare, but it didn’t bother her. Heck, if she was being honest with herself, she absolutely loved their wild flings together, although she’d always been hesitant to admit it. Sure, Scootaloo and Bloom were her best friends, but she wouldn’t want to, as she put it, “make things weird” if she came off as some lusty harlot for the two of them.
Walking over, Bloom placed her hand on Sweetie’s shoulder. “You know we’d help. Shucks, you don’t even have to let us tit-fuck you or nothin,” she beamed, causing the unicorn to smile sheepishly.
“Well, I sure wouldn’t turn it down, if you insisted,” Scootaloo added, trotting to her friends’ side. She wouldn’t give Sweetie a hard time, but she was always down for getting some action.
“Thank you, I knew I could count on you guys,” Sweetie chirped, pulling the two dickmares in for a hug. So far, everything was going according to plan. First, she’d lure her fellow crusaders somewhere secluded. Next, she’d marginally increase the size of her breasts, offering Bloom and Scootaloo some action, as a reward for their help. Lastly, if she was lucky, she’d get some action. Underhanded, maybe, but she considered it a victimless crime. If everything worked out, she’d get her marehood pounded, a temporarily exaggerated rack, and her friends would each get their dicks wet; it was a win, win, win, setup.
Releasing Scootaloo and Bloom from her grasp, Sweetie hunched over to retrieve her bag. “Ok, so,” she started, rummaging around in the satchel, “I made a potion that should give me an increased bust.” After a moment, she pulled out a vial of opalescent purple fluid, and held it aloft.
Squinting, Bloom examined the strangely colored elixir. “That...that’s not made with poison joke, is it?” she asked, eying her friend with suspicion. She could still recall the disastrous experience which had befallen Twilight Sparkle and her friends, including Rarity and Applejack. Basically, poison joke was a plant which could afflict people with any number of rediculous or bizarre maladies. While it was true that the side effects were temporary, and rarely caused any actual harm, they were still far from pleasant.
“If it is, I ain’t touchin’ the stuff,” Scootaloo grumbled, shaking her head and crossing her arms. She knew better than to offer herself up as a guinea pig, especially when it came to Sweetie’s harebrained ideas. Smart though she was, there almost always tended to be some element which went awry.
“Well, yes, it has a small amount of poison joke, but it’s not enough to do anything dramatic. I’ve been paying extra close attention in my potions class, and even asked the professor about a mixture like this, so it should be fine!” Sweetie explained, attempting to assuage her friends’ reluctance. After a second, and realizing her fellow crusaders were left unconvinced, she groaned, “Ugh, fine!” Uncorking the tiny bottle, she downed its contents, all the while silently praying it would work as intended.
“I’ll get ready to run to the farmhouse for help,” Scootaloo sighed, stretching her legs in preparation for an impromptu sprint to the Apple Family homestead. Although she’d eventually gained the ability to fly, she was actually significantly faster at running, especially when her leg power was bolstered by her rapidly flapping wings.
“Are yah feelin’ anythin’?” Bloom asked, incredulously eying the white unicorn. Externally, she appeared fine, with nothing out of the ordinary appearing. If worse came to worst, she could carry Sweetie back to town, or to the farm. Either way, should a real problem arise, her and Scootaloo would take care of it.
Sweetie took a second to examine herself. Nothing seemed to be out of place, or differently proportioned, but her boobs did feel a little tingly. Like, not a bad tingle, but like a warm tickle. Pulling her blouse open, she scrunched her snout in consternation. She must have gotten the proportions for the potion wrong, or forgotten an ingredient. As far as she could tell, her bust hadn’t budged a bit. “Do they look any bigger to you two?” she groused, unceremoniously pulling her top up and over the alabaster globes on her chest.
Bloom shrugged and shook her head. “They look about the same to me, to be honest,” she sighed. Maybe, just maybe, they were a hair larger, but she hadn’t gotten a bare look at them in quite some time, so it may have been her imagination.
“Well I think they look great,” Scootaloo chuckled, smirking hungrily. Brazenly, she stepped forward and fondled Sweetie’s rack. She tauntingly ran her thumbs over the girl’s nipples, teasing and caressing them with the pad of her digits. “Well, we held up our end of the bargain, so why don’t you…” she trailed off.
Her finger felt abnormally warm, and Sweetie’s face had taken on a rosy red color. Following the unicorn’s gaze, she looked downward, directly at Sweetie’s bosom. To her amazement, her thumb had slipped inside the young mare’s nipple, as if digging into some unseen canal within her breast. “Holy shit,” she squawked, hastily withdrawing her hand. “I didn’t mean to I promise! I was just gonna fondle ‘em, I swear! You’re not hurt, are you?” she bleated, her mind reeling from the freakish event.
Sweetie looked dumbfoundedly down at her knockers. To her utter astonishment, it hadn’t hurt at all; quite the opposite, in fact. No, Scootaloo’s thumb pressing into within her teat had actually felt really good. Silently, she licked the index finger of one hand, before bringing it to her nipple. Experimentally, she pressed it to, and into, her breast. The sensation was strange, but quite pleasant. She gnawed her lip, as she started slowly fingering her breast; that was, until she looked to her friends. Both Bloom and Scootaloo were keenly watching the impromptu situation unfold.
“Ah’m gonna go out on a limb and guess it don’t hurt none…” Bloom sighed, slowly shaking her head. It was certainly weird, but kinda hot to watch.
“You, uh, need some help with that, Sweetie?” Scootaloo asked, licking her lips. Her marecock, concealed with her shorts, was already tenting the fabric. Without waiting for a reply, she strutted over to the white unicorn. Leaning in towards the girl’s free tit, she locked her lips around Sweetie’s areola, and dug her tongue into the mare’s nipple.
“Mmmmmm,” Sweetie hummed, thrusting a second finger into her right breast. Yeah, she could definitely get used to this. They almost felt like a pair of vaginas, albeit just a shade less sensitive; but there were two of them, so the pleasure was rather staggering. She was so engrossed by the breast play that she didn’t notice the pegasus’ hand sneaking between her legs until it was too late. The sensation of Scootaloo’s digits gliding over her cameltoe, caused her to yelp in surprise.
Feeling Sweetie’s rapidly moistening panties caused Scootaloo to pull away from her friend’s bosom. “Alright, I’m ready to get to some fun stuff. Sorry the potion didn’t work, but a deal is a deal,” she grumbled. Shamelessly, she pulled down her jogging trunks, allowing the dark orange flesh of her cock to swing free. Stroking her rapidly hardening meat with one hand, and placing the other on her hip, she grinned at Sweetie.
“Can we fuck ‘em?” Bloom blurted, immediately drawing her friends’ attention. Somewhere amidst watching Scootaloo grope Sweetie, while Sweetie lewdly fingered her breast, she’d unzipped her pants and started idly jacking off. While she was leagues more restrained than her fellow dickmare, even she had her limits. Having allowed her shorts to fall to the floor, her equipment, a dark tanned tool and pair of weighty balls, were left free.
Sweetie raised an eyebrow, having not considered the question. Slowly, she pressed a third finger into her tit, followed by a fourth. Steadily, she continued to plunge them inside, until she was up to her knuckles. If she had to guess, judging by the size of her bust, they’d each have a few inches to play with; not much, but it would make for an interesting experience.
“Well, we won’t know until we try,” she responded, looking between the two. Unzipping her skirt, she shimmied out of it and her panties, before pulling her top up and over her head. Now fully nude, and blushing just a tad, she squatted down to her haunches. The position left her at roughly waste level with her friends, and all her attention was drawn to the pair of glorious marecocks approaching her.
“Since you’re down there, how about you lube me up,” Scootaloo snickered, playfully slapping her friend’s face with her now rigid member. Obediently, Sweetie grabbed the orange log of flesh and guided it towards her maw. She sighed, as the unicorn licked and kissed the blunt head of her tool. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through her friend’s hair, as she was orally serviced. She’d titfucked a few girls before, but she’d never fucked a tit, so she was a little excited for what was to come.
Apple Bloom, still cranking her girthy shaft, walked closer. A trail of glistening pre-cum was already leaking from her weighty organ, a sure sign of just how worked up she was. Amongst other things, Apple family stallions and dickmares were renown for their prodigious strength and copious amounts of cum and pre-ejaculate. Angling it toward Sweetie’s left breast, she nudged her friend’s hand with it’s slick tip.
“Lemme see if this’ll work,” Bloom remarked, eager to test the orifice. Considering Sweetie had managed to cram four fingers inside, she was pretty sure she’d be able to make it fit. Withdrawing her hand, Sweetie left her slightly gaping nipple free for Bloom to use.
“Wait, wait, wait, let’s do it at the same time!” Scootaloo excitedly remarked, as she continued to lightly hump Sweetie’s face. Pulling her hips back, and freeing the unicorn’s mouth, she aligned the tip of her prick with the mare’s free bosom.
Looking to Bloom, she nodded, signalling them to begin their peculiar test. Slowly, they both began applying pressure to Sweetie’s nipples, while holding her shoulders. Scootaloo almost thought it wasn’t going to work, until the head of her cock popped inside, followed immediately by Bloom’s doing the same.
Sweetie throatily groaned, as her teats were penetrated by her buddies. Looking between her two nipples, each stretched around a length of dickmare meat, the absurdity of the situation was outweighed by just how amazing it felt. Hefting a tit in each hand, and allowing her friends maximum depth to plunge into, she smiled at them.
“Don’t make me ask,” she sheepishly sighed, her marehood leaking to the floor beneath them. Even if she wasn’t able to get off to this alone, she’d finger herself stupid, at some point during their little alchemy fueled adventure.
“Alright,” Applebloom grunted. Gradually, she drove more and more of herself into Sweetie’s rack, only stopping once nearly two thirds of her length were entombed within the girl’s mammary. She paused, taking stock of the situation. “Is it me, or is your chest getting bigger?” she asked. Now, she’d never been the best at math, but something wasn’t adding up. Her dick was almost a foot long, when fully hard, and Sweetie was a C cup; as such, there should’ve been no way she could fit that much meat in her titty.
“Who cares,” Scootaloo remarked, thrusting damn near her entire shaft into Sweetie’s boob. If it had looked like her friend was in discomfort, she would have stopped, but the girl had a look of barely restrained bliss on her face, so she wasn’t all that concerned. “Maybe it’s got something to do with her being a unicorn. Hey,” she added, caressing the Sweetie’s chin, “you want us to stop?” The mulberry maned mare shook her head, dispelling any of her friends’ concern. “See, I told ya, she’s lovin it,” Scootaloo laughed, picking up the speed of her thrusts.
“Yeah, Ah guess. Just tell us if it’s gettin’ t’uh be too much,” Bloom reassuringly grunted, her statement standing in stark contrast to her bucking hips. From the giving end, it nearly felt like plowing a pussy. The interior of Sweetie’s breast was warm, snug, and, for whatever reason, relatively well lubricated. Silliness of the situation aside, she was actually starting to enjoy herself. Mirroring Scootaloo’s rhythm, the two alternated their thrusts.
Sweetie, supporting a tit in each hand, was thoroughly enjoying the strange experience. Sure, it hadn’t been what she intended, but it felt incredible. The only unfortunate thing was that her drooling marehood was left woefully neglected. As much as she would’ve loved having a fat fuck-stick filling her snatch, she wasn’t going to complain. At the rate her bliss was mounting, she’d likely be able to cum without even touching her vag.
“H...harder,” she stammered, a trail of saliva creeping down from the corner of her mouth. Scootaloo and Bloom quietly obliged, each picking up the tempo of their pistoning marecocks.
“A...ah don’t know how much longer Ah’m gonna last,” Bloom grunted, now jackhammering Sweetie’s tit. She always did tend to ride a trigger; at least, for her first shot.
“Well, may as well finish this up,” Scootaloo groaned. Her waist became a blur, as she furiously pounded her friend’s other bosom.
The unstoppable approach of an orgasm was upon Sweetie, so all she could do was try to keep herself steady. Her marehood winked and clenched violently upon nothing, angry at the lack of attention, as her body was wracked with pleasure. Moving her hands up to her nipples, she squeezed down upon them, effectively milking her fellow crusaders, as well as giving herself just a bit more stimulation.
The action had a profound and immediate effect, leaving Bloom to cram as much of herself as possible into her boob. A sensation of warmth and sublime pressure filled her bosom, followed quickly by a similar feeling in her other breast. Nearly in tandem, the earth pony and pegasus were climaxing, filling her tits with an impressive amount of dickmare spunk. Sweetie hastily followed her friends, moaning whorishly, while her snatch gushed orgasmic fluids to the floor below.
The trio stayed still for a moment, each recovering some modicum of sanity after the bizarre adventure. It may not have been an ordinary sexual romp, but it sure as hell hadn’t been a bad one. Only the sound of heavy breathing filled the room, that was, until Scootaloo looked down.
“H...holy shit!” the orange pegasus blurted, taking note of Sweetie’s rack. The unicorn’s bust had ballooned outward to more than double its original size; presumably because each mammary now held nearly a liter of jizz. Retracing her semi-flaccid dong, Scootaloo marveled as Sweetie’s nipple steadily clamped shut, trapping the creamy seed within.
“Well Ah’ll be,” Apple Bloom muttered, having witnessed the same thing unfold with the boob she’d been fucking. She wasn’t too sure if they should try to get Sweetie to a doctor, but she looked alright, albeit slightly cum drunk and unfocused. “You, uh, ok there, Sweetie?” she asked, watching the girl clumsily get to her feet.
Dreamily, Sweetie shambled to a nearby table. Feeling an odd weight at her chest, she glanced down, and realized her rack had substantially increased in size, but that wasn’t all that important. No, even though she’d just cum, she wasn’t satisfied, not in the slightest. Turning around, she sat on the table’s edge, before reclining onto her back.
One way or another, she was going to get a real fucking, even if it meant slutting it up. Looking down the length of her torso, between her now pendulous teats, she eyed her friends; or more specifically, their cocks. Reaching for her cunt, she spread its meaty lips open, and swung her legs into the air. “Who wants first,” she cooed.
In a flash, Scootaloo’s cock regained its diamond like rigidity. Damn near sprinting between Sweetie’s legs, she casually caressed the broad head of her tool up and down the mare’s slit. Looking over her shoulder, she knit her brow at Bloom. “Well?” she griped, her patience quickly waning.
“Well what? You got first!” Bloom shot back. Sloppy seconds weren’t nearly as appealing as a fresh pussy, but she’d have to make do.
“I have a perfectly good throat for you to fuck,” Sweetie purred, easing her head over the opposite end of the table. She couldn’t see Bloom, but she heard the earth pony jogging over. In the blink of an eye, with the world appearing upside-down, she found her friend’s cock, throbbing before her muzzle. Opening her maw, she invitingly rolled her tongue outward.
Content that Bloom was about to get into the action, Scootaloo prepared herself. Aligning her member with Sweetie’s glistening entrance, she unceremoniously plunged in. Grabbing her partner’s legs, a contented sigh escaped her, while she started to move. Busting a nut in a titty, while interesting, could never beat sinking your dick into a snug pussy. Slowly, she began thrusting, driving marginally deeper with each plunge.
Sweetie moaned, feeling her marehood stretch around the vascular marecock plumbing her depths. Her blissful mewlings were cut short, as her mouth was filled with Bloom’s cock. Skillfully, her tongue ran over it’s velvety surface, tracing around its sensitive head. She realized her friend wasn’t going to be satisfied with a half-assed bout of oral; and sure enough, she swiftly gagged, as the tip of Bloom’s tool bumped against the back of her throat. Taking a breath, and relaxing her airway, she readied her gullet to be ravaged.
As Scootaloo pushed more and more of herself into her partner, she abruptly halted, when she found herself completely hilted within Sweetie. She looked down in disbelief, before glancing up at Bloom. In all their years as friends, Sweetie had never been able to take all of Scootaloo’s dong. Throwing caution to the wind, and more than a little aroused at the prospect of being able to give it her all, she stopped humping and started fucking.
Seeing Scootaloo jackhammering away, Bloom decided to reciprocate. Sweetie gave some of the best blowjobs this side of Canterlot, so she was sure her friend would be fine. If nothing else, she’d be mindful of any signs of panic. Cradling the unicorn’s head with one hand, she proceeded to buck into the girl’s face. Staring at Sweetie’s throat, she couldn’t help but be turned on, as she saw the thick imprint of her dick drive in and out of her friend’s airway.
Breathing on the backstrokes, and relaxing on the thrusts, Sweetie was in heaven. Every time Bloom drove forward, the dickmare’s heavy nuts slapped against her face. The earth pony’s musk was intoxicating, pushing her into a lust filled stupor. Moments like these reminded her of just how much she appreciated their company, and how much she loved to give herself to them. Breathing in the scent of her friend, she bucked her hips up to meet Scootaloo’s pounding. It was like a juggling act of relaxing or constricting her throat or cunt; maximizing her partners’ pleasure, while pushing herself closer to a second orgasm.
Peering down at Sweetie’s abused cunt, watching it clinging to her dick before she crammed it back inside the girl, Scootaloo was stricken with an idea. “Yo...Mmmph...Bloom,” she grunted, between thrusts.
“What?” Bloom distractedly replied, busy pistoning Sweetie’s throat. Even though she was usually a pretty gentle lover, there was something magical about watching a girl’s throat bulge with her tool.
“Let’s see if we can fill her up, make her look like she’s knocked up,” Scootaloo teased, slipping her hand to Sweetie’s crotch, to angrily massage her clit. The earth pony simply nodded, more fixated on the task at hand. Unlike herself, Apple Bloom was capable of going for multiple rounds in rapid succession; whereas she was able to last two or three before she was thoroughly spent. Picking up the pace, she savagely hammered away at Sweetie’s juicy snatch.
Hearing her friends proposition damn near made Sweetie cum on the spot. It’d been ages since she’d gotten a proper bloated gut or womb, and she was more than a little excited. Grasping her tits, she started unabashedly fingering her cum slickened nipples. By Celestia, she wanted to cum so hard that she passed out, so she was going to do everything she could to make sure that happened. Her body rocked back and forth, as she was used like a life-sized sex toy by the pair of dickmares. Yeah, she really needed to make more time in her school schedule for events like this.
Bloom’s movements started to lose their rhythm, while she watched Sweetie’s lewd display. Her and Scootaloo’s jizz dribbled out of her teats, creeping down her torso, over the table, to patter to the floor. She grit her teeth, holding out for as long as possible, but it was in vain. Her weighty balls pulled taught, snuggling up to her groin, as they unleashed their second load of the day. Despite herself, she hilted in Sweetie’s muzzle, as her body’s natural instincts took hold. Nearly as potent as the first, a tsunami of cum rocketed up her throbbing shaft, past the young mare’s lips, down her neck, and directly into her stomach.
The sudden influx of spunk caused Sweetie to ineffectually sputter and cough around Bloom’s dong. Try as she might, thick ropes of the dickmare’s spunk shot past her lips and out of her nose, adorning Bloom’s thighs and nuts.
“Dang it, Bloom!” Scootaloo growled. Like hitting the nitro injection button on a high performance street racer, her hips went into overdrive. So help her, she was going to bust a nut in Sweetie at nearly the same time, and that was that. In a blur, her tool disappeared and reappeared from her partner’s confines, as she pushed herself towards climax. After what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only just under two seconds, she got her wish. Jamming every millimeter of her girthy length into Sweetie’s sopping wet marehood, and leaving herself nestled against the girl’s cervix, she came. A flood of seed exploded into Sweetie’s womb, bathing her interior with hot, rich, and virile marecock cream.
Maybe it was being filled with pints of cum from both ends, or perhaps it was the lack of oxygen, but Sweetie got what she’d been hoping for. Her entire frame shuddered, from the end of her snout to the tip of her curling toes, as she was hit with the most unbelievable orgasm she’d ever experienced. Nectar squirted around her stuffed gash, spattering over the floor and Scootaloo’s legs. Cum leaked from her sex, mouth, nose, and tits, a testament to her depravity and love of being used.
The deluge of foal batter quickly took a toll on her, inflating her gut to the point of looking like she was heavily pregnant. The higher functioning parts of her brain snapped off, possibly as a survival instinct due to the apocalyptic levels of rapturous bliss. Her eyes fluttered to the back of her head, while her body suffered through climax after climax. Even if she had tried, she wouldn’t have been able to keep count of them all; one simply bled into the next, in a mobius strip of pleasure.
“Hoo boy, that sure was somethin’,” Bloom wheezed, mopping the sweat from her forehead. Fortunately, it only took her a second to realize she’d cut off Sweetie’s air supply, so she quickly hauled her semi-flaccid shaft from the girl’s gullet. “Uh, Sweetie, you ok?” she hesitantly asked, looking down at the cum spackled face of her friend. Sweetie gurgled and weakly nodded, while having a dreamy, semi-conscious look on her face. “You about done down there? We gotta get Sweetie cleaned up,” Bloom groaned, shifting her attention to the still hilted Scootaloo.
“Just...about...done…” Scootaloo grunted, pumping her hips to deposit the last few drops of her cum into Sweetie’s marehood. There wasn’t any point in wasting any, right? Finally, content that virtually all of her load had been planted within the unicorn, she withdrew her member. “Sweet Celestia, I needed that!” she sighed, slapping Sweetie’s thigh.
“Yeah, I sure didn’t mind. Good thing you’re on birth control,” Bloom added, mopping an errant strand of cum from Sweetie’s nose.
Lazily, Sweetie shook her head, causing her friends to fretfully look between one another. While she didn’t have all her bearings straight, she knew she’d forgotten her pills at the dorm, nearly a week ago.
“You are on the pill, aren’t you?” Scootaloo blurted, breaking into a cold sweat. Again, Sweetie shook her head, while she shakily pushed herself up to a seated position. Glancing between Bloom and the cum covered, and filled, Sweetie, her heart began to race.
“Well,” Bloom began, strutting over and patting Scootaloo’s shoulder, “I reckon we’ll have to see if you put a foal in her.” The two dickmares’ eyes wandered to Sweetie Belle, and her extremely swollen belly. Even if she did wind up getting knocked up, at least she’d make one hell of a MILF.
