Author's Note

In today's divided world, it can be hard to find common ground. But one thing still has the power to unite all mankind, that which all of us can appreciate: boobs. So, have some more boobs.

Getting Heated

Plenty Full groaned in satisfaction as practiced hands met her flesh. Not Biff's, though, but Aloe's. Today was Sunday, Plenty's self-appointed sole day off from her milky workweek, and she'd decided to splurge on a trip to the spa. She'd been a few times before, and getting a massage from the experienced earth pony had become a highlight. They'd worked out a system, with Aloe needing to break out a massage chair instead of the usual table. Not the fancy enchanted lounge type those rich folks could buy, the kind where you sorta leaned forward at an angle, arms crossed in front. It was the only way to accommodate her breasts within the small room, which rested on their carts, tarp-covered per usual.

She was way too preoccupied with the magic being worked into her back to give a crab apple about her boobs at the moment, though. With rose and chamomile incense wafting through their air, Aloe's fingers slowly but surely kneaded the tension out of her rock-hard back and shoulder muscles.

"You really should visit more often," Aloe insisted with that exotic accent of hers as she ran her thumbs down the sides of Plenty's spine. "Ze only customer I get with more tension in her back muscles is Pinkie Pie's sister."

"I believe it," Plenty mumbled in reply, lost in the beautiful undoing of said tension. "'N maybe I will."

Picking up on her relaxed demeanor, Aloe kept silent for the rest of her work. For Plenty, it was as if time stood still while her brain shut down, lost in the sensation of a different sort of relief. All that existed were the points of contact between her overburdened back and the lotion coated hands of her angel. So, when Aloe pulled away, it took a polite cough to snap Plenty back to alertness.

"Over already?" With great reluctance, Plenty extracted herself from the chair, opening her eyes to the dimly lit space. The carts slid slightly towards her as she rose, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, thanks a million, Aloe."

Aloe inclined her head, smiling. "You are most welcome."

Once Plenty had finished slipping her flannel button-down back on- though it wouldn't stay there for long - Aloe walked over and got the door for her.

Still basking in bliss, Plenty grabbed the cart handles and pushed herself out. The slight squeak of burdened wheels and the click of her shoes on the purple floor accompanied the sounds of other guests chatting and gossiping as they moved about, or got their nails done, or what have you. She maneuvered down the halls to her second and final stop: the mare's sauna.

Being the weekend, there was a bit of a line, but after a few minutes she was able to enter. Parting the pink curtains to the side with her breasts, Plenty wasted no time in the small, empty locker room, kicking her shoes and socks off into an open cubby, followed by her pants, shirt, and underwear. Then went the tarps, which she balled up and tossed in after her clothes, leaving her nude as the day she was born, at least for the moment.

Grabbing three nicely folded white towels from a nearby stack, Plenty wrapped one around her hips, then set the others atop a breast. That done, she wiggled her hands under them both and hefted, temporarily abandoning her 'support bra'. She had to lean back to avoid falling on her chest, an uncomfortable position she couldn't keep up for long.

Turning around, Plenty approached the sauna door backwards, using her tail to twist the handle. Hot steam escaped the confines as she opened it. Once she'd yanked both her boobs through the narrow doorframe, squishing them pleasantly in the process, Plenty spied an empty spot on the circular bench over her shoulder and made for it, careful not to let the supple flesh spilling over her hands touch the hot coals in the center of the sauna.

"'Scuse me, ladies, mind scoochin' over some?" Plenty asked. The other mares in the sauna, none of whom Plenty knew, shuffled a bit to make room.

Plenty took a load off with a sigh, plopping herself down on the wood. Spreading her arms, she carefully laid down her breasts on her lap, splayed to either side of her on the bench. The surface was nice and toasty, if she did say so herself. Finally, to preserve some pittance of propriety, she grabbed the other two towels and tossed them over her nipples, one after the other, since her arms were about a foot too short to properly reach. The first towel hit its mark, but the other fell short, and slid down her coat before reaching its target. As the fabric caressed her, Plenty's nip reacted, stiffening, and the towel was pushed off.

"Aw, shoot. Could y'all get that for me, please?" Plenty asked the unicorn mare next to her.

After an awkward pause, she complied, gently replacing the towel with her magic.

Nodding in thanks, Plenty was ready to properly relax. Or at least, she would have, except apparently some of her fellow spa-going folk hadn't seen or gotten used to Plenty yet, and couldn't help but stare. Everypony was flushed from the heat, but she could tell anyway. Multiple mares had frozen somewhat, their ears twitching. There may have been more she couldn't see, since some had their manes wrapped up. One pegasus girl, barely out of her teens, was especially flustered, and seemed to be having trouble controlling her wings.

A single eyebrow raised, Plenty peered over at them. "Don't let your visit be ruined on account of my rack. I ain't got nothin' you haven't seen before. Mine are just bigger. And you can always stop by my little watering hole for a looksee any other day." She pointed to her menu for emphasis.

This seemed to work, as after a long moment the tension in the humid air faded, and the quiet dialogues that had been cut off by Plenty's big arrival resumed. Others just shut their eyes and savored the sauna.

Following suit, Plenty slowed her breathing and entered a trance similar to the one she'd been in for her massage, tuning the others ponies out. Her nipple calmed back down, and she allowed her worries and cares to fade into the back of her mind. The longer she spent in the steam, the more the hot air seeped into her skin, rejuvenating the fat and muscle beneath.

Soon, she could feel beads of sweat and condensation rolling down the great hills and valleys of her voluptuous frame as tiny portions of her weight were purged, drop by drop. Were her business' wares painted on nonmagically, the letters likely would have been running, she was so sweaty.

Huge as they were, her tits retained a lot of heat. Which was good, because Plenty liked the heat. It was nostalgic. Usually, she shed mass from much deeper inside, but Plenty enjoyed this as a change of pace, especially since she couldn't bask openly in the sunlight this exposed. Her almost-curly mane and tail frizzed up a bit in the steam, but it was still worth it.

While Plenty could have lounged there for hours, her stomach insisted otherwise. Thirst and hunger both compelled her to action. Plus, she was planning on sharing a nice lunch and the enjoying the afternoon with Biff, which was just as fulfilling. Emotionally so.

Rising from this position was harder, even without considering how slippery her boobs presently were. With that being the case, it took a couple of tries for Plenty to get a grip on her girls. The motion ended up dislodging her nipple towels, but this time she just left them there for an employee - or perhaps that young pegasus - to eventually fetch. Leaving the way she came, Plenty toweled herself dry as best she could, her breasts jostling on their carts as she wiped the sweat off most of her body, one limb or extremity at a time. Again, what she could reach, anyway. The rest would evaporate later. Then she got dressed and headed out, all smiles.

Plenty met her steady coltfriend at one of the only Ponyville eateries they bothered frequenting: the Hungry Mule all-you-can-eat buffet. The place wasn't terribly romantic if she was being honest. Heck, it was only barely clean enough to pass muster, and both the upholstery on the booths and the paint on the walls was peeling. Dim light bulbs, the better to hide the grease stains, flickered overhead. However, all that was made up for by the simple fact that the mule in charge made deliciously unhealthy country food, from cheesy potatoes and baked beans to fried hay steak and buttermilk biscuits, in portions big enough to whet her appetite.

Like roosters at dawn, she and Biff wasted no time in piling their plates high, briefly trading pleasantries alongside a simple kiss beforehand. For convenience, and to avoid the grime, Plenty just wheeled herself out of the way. The two of them nestled their trays snugly into her cleavage, using her tits as a somewhat high standing table, Biff opposite her.

"So," Biff began between bites, "you're looking pretty chill, Plenty. Had a nice time at the spa?"

"Yep. Aloe really loosened me up." She paused to shovel a forkful of steak into her mouth. "I swear, sometimes I wish I could be a kid again, run around without care or effort," she said, eyeing her breasts.

Biff just smiled wistfully. "Beanbag-sized funbags or not, I think everypony longs for their youth once it's gone. Though I didn't have you as a foal, so I'm not sure how great it would be for me personally."

"Ha, that's right. You'd be miserable without your mare," Plenty confidently declared. "Just like I'd be stuck as a gloomy blank flank without my jugs."

Taking a swig of his water before speaking, his face softened almost imperceptibly. "Glad we were able to pull eachother up, huh?"

Plenty's expression mirrored his as she reached a hand over to hold Biff's, sharing reassurance. "Yeah. Though don't discredit your own efforts."

"Ah, so you did notice," he said, raising his other arm to flex a toned bicep, clearly visible thanks to his plain red tee shirt. His trademark black hat kind of clashed with it, but Plenty found the choice endearing, no stranger to odd outfits.

"Pushing yourself at the gym?" she asked. That's where he'd been while she was at the spa. Lifting her tits wasn't exactly a balanced workout, and Biff took pleasure beyond the necessity in staying in shape.

"Damn straight. I want to stay in peak form for you. So, what do you think? Nice, right?" he posed, wiggling his eyebrows.

After another casual bite, Plenty's muzzle turned impish. "Sure, cutie. You might actually be strong enough now to avoid getting your ass kicked repeatedly by a mare whose mane's already grey."

"Oh, ha ha," Biff uttered, playfully rolling his eyes as he lowered his hand. "You know you love it."

Really, he knew she was just messing with him by now. Of course Plenty understood the globe-trotting archeologist was about as ordinary a mare as she was. Biff certainly wasn't a pushover, at least physically. He may have ran the register at Plenty's Place, but there was a reason Plenty herself balanced the books.

"Seriously, though, I do appreciate the thought," Plenty admitted. "And you do look great; wouldn't be shacking up with you as often otherwise. Could stand to lose the stubble, though."

Frowning, he poked at his chin with a finger. "It makes me look tougher."

Plenty propped her cheek up with a hand, elbow on her tit, as her mischievous grin returned. "Are you sure? The town's already aware you're no Tirek. And you might get deeper Prench kisses more often if you shave..."

"I'll consider it," Biff replied after a beat, captivated. Plenty giggled.

From there, their banter turned sparse, and the two of them refocused on eating their fill before everything got too cold. When they finished, she and Biff went back outside. It was a nice day, typical for Ponyville in summer. Their eyes met. "So, what do you want to do now, Plenty?" Biff asked. "We don't have any plans for the rest of the day."

"Well, sure," she confirmed, interlacing her fingers behind her head. "If I scheduled every hour of my weekend, I'd have my own castle! How 'bout you, any ideas for once?"

Biff snorted, either from her joke about Princess Twilight or her playful barb. Maybe both. "How about we go for a walk?" he suggested. "Ponywatch, get some fresh air."

That was a bit plain, but Plenty didn't mind. Life was full of simple pleasures. If Biff had an unusual hobby, like model trains or something, she wouldn't relate to him as well. Case in point: Grubber. He was probably spending his free time at that weird open mic café, rapping (the worst genre of music in her opinion). Alternatively, he and Cherry Berry - one of the only other equine friends he'd made so far - could be hanging out and talking shop about airships with jargon that flew higher over Plenty's head than said airships. Still, Grubber wouldn't have occupied her thoughts much at this point regardless.

"Sounds good to me," Plenty replied. "As long as you don't try and take me to the park again, Biff. Too many hills."

"Wait, you don't like careening uncontrollably into ponies?" Biff quipped, eliciting a deadpan expression from her. "Kidding, kidding. The streets are great."

"Yes they are," she agreed. "Come on." Plenty beckoned Biff to her side by patting a breast through the tarp a couple of times.

Grabbing her carts, they set off at a leisurely pace, merging with the flow of ponies wandering to and fro. The Hungry Mule wasn't centrally located, with most of the buildings in this part of Ponyville being regular homes. So, it was nice and quiet for the most part, save the occasional curious filly or colt at play. Most ponies were probably at the aforementioned village park on a day like today. Perhaps even the lake. Biff was understandably terrible with foals, so she did most of the talking whenever a refreshingly straightforward young'un rushed up to ask the inevitable questions.

In contrast, this got flipped on its head when they reached downtown. Unlucky, busy adults bustled between what stores were open. Plenty was unsurprised when a few faces amongst the passerby did doubletakes in her direction. As long as they weren't scowls, she didn't mind the attention one bit, even winking at some of them. Whenever she did, Biff made sure to drape an arm over her shoulder possessively. His ongoing fear that someone might steal her away, while misplaced, was still endearing. On the other hand were her customers, who just waved hello. They also passed Lyra and Bon Bon going the other direction, and Plenty traded greetings with her friend, but neither she nor Lyra wished to interrupt the other couple's alone time, so the four of them went their separate ways.

Plenty and Biff were mainly focused on the stores themselves, slowing their pace to peer at the displays. She liked window shopping, for the variety. In sync, Biff had fallen into the same pattern. He was already slowing as Plenty pulled her tits to a halt in front of a kitchenware shop. All manner of dinnerware, preparation tools, and cutlery were visible, though the ones currently beside the entrance seemed to be part of a more modern line.

Biff stared at a steel serving spoon, one that was rectangular instead of the normal oval. "Now that's just impractical. Seems needlessly sharp for a spoon. And ugly to boot."

"You and your curves," Plenty said flirtatiously, leaning into him as she too examined the spoon. "Real talk, though? I think the idea is that it helps for scraping the bottom of a pan. Like for layered casserole, or something."

"Maybe," he replied, making no moves to pull away. "Grubber might know. Either way, seems like a waste of bits. Could just use a spatula."

"If I wanted to waste bits, I'd buy that," Plenty said, pointing to what liked like a tiny alien spaceship from a comic book but was labeled as a juicer. "How do ya even use that? If you've got fruit—"

Suddenly, an exclamation interrupted their browsing, its source both annoyed and familiar. "There you are, Plenty Full! Been looking all over for you."

Spinning around, Plenty confirmed her suspicions. There was Applejack, stomping towards her side, mouth set in a line. Next to her was the mayor, smartly dressed and clutching a folder full of papers in concern. Blinking, Plenty brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She felt her smile dip. So much for a peaceful afternoon.

"Applejack? Mayor Mare? What's this about?" Biff asked, worried.

Plenty fielded an educated guess. "Is it the masturbation booths? I thought we discussed this already; they're kinda necessary."

Mayor Mare's few wrinkles deepened with her dismay. "No, Miss Full, it's not that. While... gross, those are still technically above board."

"Then what's the problem?" Plenty asked, seconding Biff, who huffed in indignation, crossing his arms.

Applejack, having a few inches on Plenty, glared down at her with undisguised contempt, nearly making Plenty flinch in surprise. "I won't mince words. I was largely indifferent to your work 'til now," Applejack noted. "Then, I heard from a trusted source that you're making Apple Family hard cider. Don't think I need to explain to y'all why I'd object to such a thing."

Plenty balked at that. "Oh. You're talking about Rainbow Dash? From yesterday? Honestly you should be flattered, Applejack. Your pal's so excited for cider season that she evidently got tired o' waitin'! Besides, it's not like I can control what these puppies put out!" After gesturing to her boobs, Plenty returned her willful gaze. Flashes of past prejudice against her body and her talent dredged themselves up in her mind.

"I'm sorry, but even if it wasn't your intent, copying a signature recipe without permission is effectively the same as stealing," Mayor Mare pointed out. "Not to mention the fact that your, erm, assets can apparently produce intoxicating substances."

"Right!" went Applejack. "That's a whole 'nother can of worms. You serve minors all the time. What’s to stop some ignorant filly from sneakin’ into the liquor cabinet, developing a taste for the stuff, and then going to you for her supply?"

Such a possibility had not occurred to Plenty, anxiety replacing anger. "Shit, that is an issue." She'd heard of 'getting drunk on pleasure', but that phrase typically wasn't this close to literal. Her head spun with the implications. Was that even the worst her boobs could squirt out?

"Glad y'all understand. As things are, more trouble down the line is just about guaranteed," Applejack said.

"Fantastic," Biff muttered. "Do we need to apply for a liquor license, or something?"

"No, we don't require that here," Mayor Mare explained. "It's that 'or something' I was hoping to discuss." She began leafing through her papers. "This is an unprecedented case, for local and national law."

Applejack stepped back, taking a deep, steadying breath. "If we can agree on some sort of solution, I'll put this behind me. And Mayor Mare here can fix up the books. I ain't got a clue what that might look like, though."

That seemed reasonable, but definitely easier said than done. "Hmm." Plenty's tail flicked around as she thought. Her business was at stake here, so she had to make this work, or it was lights out! "So I gotta address the alcohol and the, uh, copyright problems..."

Mayor Mare nodded shallowly in confirmation. Biff provided silent reassurance by holding her hand again and looking on empathetically. Plenty only peripherally noticed, brainstorming intently for a short eternity.

Eventually, answers came to her. "The easiest way to keep booze or anything else unsafe for foals out of their hands would probably be to hire somebody to check each drink," Plenty said. "Like a taste tester."

"Ah! Yes, I do believe that would be fine," Mayor Mare confirmed with a smile. "Quite thorough."

"I don't know about that, honey," protested Biff. "The extra wait would make the lines longer."

Plenty sighed. "I know, it might get awkward, but it's still the best I've got. I don't trust spells not to mess with the flavor."

"Hold on," began Applejack. Her eyes unfocused as she seemed to remember something. "I might have a better idea, actually. Fluttershy was just telling me about this old bloodhound that wandered to her place. You know her, right? Talks to animals? Anyway, apparently he's going through a sort of midlife crisis. Wants to be useful. Maybe you can take old boy in?"

Perking up, Plenty understood. How unexpectedly fortunate. "I'd say so, assuming Fluttershy can train him to bark or somesuch whenever I make anything spiked." On top of that, she'd never had a pet before, could be nice. Turning to Biff, she asked "Would you be okay sharing the house with a dog?"

With a sly smile, Biff shrugged. "Can't be any harder to wrangle than Grubber. Why not?"

"Excellent," added the mayor, as Plenty and Applejack chuckled. Once she finished taking notes, Mayor Mare looked back up at them. "As long as you can get the adoption process sorted out quickly, I have no objections. That just leaves the rights issue."

"There's really nothing I can do about that without - what's the word - homogenizing my product," Plenty said with a sigh.

Applejack's frown returned as she tapped her booted foot, like it had never left. "Sorry, sugarcube, but that ain't gonna cut it."

"Wait a sec," interjected Biff, before Plenty could respond. She could practically hear the gears in his head turning. "I'm no college-educated buisnesspony, but I've picked up a few things. So, Applejack, you're saying that whenever my fillyfriend here makes a drink somepony wants that she shouldn't be allowed to, it hurts somepony else's income?"

"Or somecreature, but yes," confirmed Plenty, wondering where he was going with this.

"What if we just, like, raised prices?" he fielded. "If the original is always cheaper, won't the demand stay?"

"Huh. You might be on to something, there," Plenty said, before turning back to her tits. "I've got two other ways to keep attracting business, so Plenty's Place probably won't drop too many customers if we did that."

Mayor Mare visibly mulled Biff's suggestion over. "That route would significantly reduce the competitive element. It's not ideal, but as you said, it's not as if you're doing this on purpose, Miss Full, so the only way to be completely by the book would be to shut your doors entirely." Here, she gave a small but genuine smile. "And I'm not the sort of politician who would do such a thing to valued member of our growing community, new or otherwise."

"When you put it like that, Mayor... I suppose chargin' way more than we do is acceptable," conceded Applejack, fidgeting with the brim of her hat.

Plenty relaxed, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was even holding. For a hot minute there, she was afraid she'd be passive-aggressively run out of town again. Thankfully, it seemed that, no, her gift would not be warped into a curse ever again, no matter what her boobs cooked up next. She shouldn't have stressed out so much; Ponyville was home to former tyrants, after all. That, and undue fretting would undo the pampering she'd just gotten!

Biff struck a triumphant pose, hands on his hips. "Ha, my solution was correct! I knew one day I'd get the brains to go with my brawn! Was only a matter of time. And maybe a better diet. More calcium and stuff."

Smile widening, Plenty laughed at that. "Yes, thank you, Biff. I'll be sure to keep you in the white." Straightening her shirt collar, she addressed Applejack and the mayor. "I guess that's that, then? Unless y'all have any further objections?"

"None on my end," went Mayor Mare.

"No, I think we're good now. 'Crisis averted', as Twi would say," said Applejack, more subdued. "Sorry 'bout all this fuss, my livelihood was at stake too, you understand."

"It's fine, really," Plenty insisted, waving her off. "Rather than an apology, would you mind giving me and my lover boy here some space? We were having a date of sorts when you blew in. Felt like the fun part might've been coming up soon."

Applejack's cheeks reddened slightly with a sheepish blush. "Ah, of course." She tipped her hat. "Take care, now!"

Mayor Mare snapped her folder shut. "I'd best be going as well; there's always more to do. Goodbye, you two!"

After watching them retreat along the sunlit thoroughfare to their own lives, Plenty's attention returned to the still smug expression on Biff's face. "That honestly went better than I figured it would. It's funny, I was kinda expectin' to get at least some sort of punishment there, even just a slap on the wrist."

There was a long pause before, in another rare spark of inspiration for the guy, Biff leaned in close to her, grinning lecherously. "Well, now that you mention it, that could be arranged..."

"Why did I agree to this?"

Plenty rested on the ground floor of her shop, in a most compromising position. She lied on her stomach atop her breasts, the cold tile pressing against her mounds as she straddled them, twisted 90 degrees. Totally naked, rope bound her wrists together behind her back, Biff's knots being tight enough that only a professional at breaking out of traps could escape. Plenty's legs were also constrained, bent all the way and then forcefully spread open. Even her tail had been hiked up and threaded through the knots, leaving her nethers completely exposed.

"Because, this one time, you deserve it," Biff replied, slowly walking a circuit around her, his pants tenting more and more with each step. "And because I'm going to make sure you squeal."

She couldn't help but shiver in anticipation, when she imagined how he might accomplish that. "Okay, when you put it like that..." Honestly, Plenty was pretty excited for what they were about to do, embers of lust smoldering in her core, just not as excited she would be on top like usual.

"Really, I'm not sure why you're having doubts now," Biff said. "Not just me, anypony with eyes could see your true desire, plain as day." As he continued circling her, Biff reached over to wipe up a single strand of tangy wetness before it could ooze slowly down her bulging boob all the way. Its origin was clear: Plenty's aroused sex. Biff's satisfied smirk grew.

Blushing, Plenty looked behind her as best she was able. However, she didn't beg for it, instead acting out the scenario some more by playing hard-to-get, humoring him a little. "It's not like I specifically want to be violated when I'm all trussed up like this. I just haven't gotten any D in a while, is all."

"Nope. You are one naughty girl," he declared. Then Biff leaned down and slapped her. Not on the wrist, but on the ass, sending a jolt up her spine and a jiggle everywhere else. "I've barely even touched you yet and look how hard your nipples are."

They were indeed quite primed at the moment, the sole solid spots amidst islands of taught softness, jutting proudly into the open. "That's because they're cold. Also, I haven't been milked at all since this morning," Plenty insisted.

"So you say. I think you're simply hornier than usual, bloated or not. But I won't make you plead for your punishment, since I'm such a kind stallion."

"Then what are you waiting for?" quipped Plenty, unable to wait any longer, wiggling in place and shooting him her best bedroom eyes. "I'm at your mercy. Nothing's stopping you from ravaging me."

This was enough to push Biff past the point of holding back too. He began feverishly ripping off his clothes, with a primal, almost predatory growl. Once everything that could get between them was gone, he practically fell on top of her currently front-facing breast. A burst of milk escaped along with Plenty's cry, staining the floor, as he did. Then, he squeezed with both hands from the sides, pulling his muzzle up to hers and leaving only his feet dangling off her tit. The sensation of his whole body pressed against her, especially the one warm, long portion of him near the center, was extremely intimate.

Biff drew in for a kiss. Plenty passionately made out with him, hot breath and heady moans from their lungs passing back and forth between them as their tongues danced. It was just about the only muscle she could voluntarily move, and she made sure to take advantage, tasting every nook and cranny of Biff's mouth, his familiar scent filling her nose as her heart fluttered. But just when it was getting good, the intensity of their motions ramping up, lips tugging and twisting, Biff pulled away, and Plenty bit back a needy whimper. Scratch her earlier assessment, she really wanted this.

Before she could ask for an explanation, Biff shifted onto his knees, making room to reach back and hook his hands under her areola. Then, he folded her boob in half, bringing her still wet and full nipple within reach. "Let's get some of that backlog out of you, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah." Plenty stretched her tongue forwards, licking as much of her length as she could. It wasn't as tasty as Biff's cock, but not much came close to that gold standard, and who didn't like milk?

Even more eager to sample her, Biff wrapped his lips around the shaft of her gargantuan gland, sucking, pinching, and vacuuming one area of her nipple after another. The concentrated pressure of Biff's weight on her breast, combined with their twin ministrations, triggered Plenty's talent in earnest. With a lengthy sigh, she cut loose, a thick stream of milk blasting straight up like a volcanic event. It then broke apart and fell back atop them both as a warm shower, rapidly plastering their manes to their heads and soaking their whole bodies. Though Plenty barely noticed, too absorbed in the supreme feeling of letting out so much at once, a feeling that kept going and going.

Biff whistled in appreciation. "Celestia, Plenty, you sure can squirt. I never get tired of it." He slurped up a small fraction of her nutritious output, running his face up and down her tit, then darting in to sample directly from the geyser as long as he dared, which was about half a second, more than enough time to overfill his mouth. It took Biff three gulps to swallow it all.

Watching her colt sample her, appreciate her bounty, was something Plenty never tired of. And her tits weren't even close to tapped out. Neither was her libido. "Well, I-If you want more, don't stop squeezin'," she managed between deepening breaths.

"Oh, I think I can do better than that, sweetie. Brace yourself, this might hurt a touch." Before she could voice any objection, Biff rested his cheek against her areola, pulled back his lips, and clamped his teeth down onto the tender flesh of her thick nipple, toeing the line of drawing blood.

A crackling tornado of sensation wracked her body. Plenty's eyes widened dramatically before she reflexively clamped them shut. "Oh, shit shit shit."

Her pleasure driven to even wilder heights by the love bite, Plenty's productivity abruptly shot up even higher, gallons bursting out of her every second as the floodgates opened. This wasn't an ordinary milking, she was essentially cumming from her breast, the great liquid passion of their lovemaking being given form as mind-numbing ecstasy. No longer sighing, Plenty screamed at the top of her lungs, the rush of nectar now rivalling a fire hose. Plenty's beyond copious milk-gasm had enough force behind it to splatter against the ceiling two stories up before drenching the both of them. The binding ropes chafed at her as she writhed in pleasure.

Letting go to get a better look at Plenty's blissful expression and the magnitude of her release, Biff began stroking at his now thoroughly lubricated length as she rode out her high. After some of the longest seconds of her life, her climax slowly tapered off, from a flood to a trickle. Soon, the only sounds were their respective huffing exhalations and the gurgle of rich cream flowing down the drain.

Biff wiped soaked sections of Plenty's mane off her face for her with his free hand, sitting atop her breast. "I guess you were pretty pent up. But we're not - mmm - done yet, Plenty. I haven't got off yet, and you still haven't been stuffed. Filled with the, uh, something, something..."

"Seed of regret?" Plenty finished, having recovered her senses. Her libido, however, hadn't diminished, and she was still more than desperate to satisfy her crackling need. "But who gives a shit about roleplay anymore, just fuck me stupid, you silly colt! I've still got at least one more left in me, and you've gotta get my other tit pumped!"

Awed, Biff nodded, answering her call to action. And act he did, stunning her with a most depraved move. "Okay then. How about this?"

Rising from her chest pillow, which thumped back against the slick floor, Biff grabbed her other boob, hefting the nipple towards Plenty. Before she could say anything, he lined up the wide pink tip with her pussy and shoved.

Plenty gasped in surprise as she was fully penetrated by her own immense nipple in a single stroke, jabbing into her cervix. It just barely fit, stretching her oozing folds to their limit. Words failed her, and she could only moan, her eyes rolling back as the twin sensations bombarded her body. The tight, hot, twitching wetness of her cunt got her nipple even harder, and the sheer size of her nipple satisfied the burning hunger in her cunt. It was a sublime feedback loop, and that was without even any motion!

"Damn, you like that, huh?" Biff quipped before returning to kneel where he started. "Seeing you all riled up like this made me so hard." Presenting himself to her, Plenty got a close look at his turgid cock for the first time this session, standing tall, its musk strong enough to overpower the milk and drive her even more wild. "You deserve a nice, hard facefuck too."

She had no words, preoccupied and dazed by what was happening between her legs. Though Plenty couldn't even dream of objecting as Biff pulled her mouth open and lanced his dick down her throat, their combined tastes mingling on her tongue as his glans reached deep into her esophagus. Grabbing the back of her skull, Biff pounded her mercilessly, and she loved every single thrust. With each sharp motion of his hips, her breast shook beneath him, gently springing him back inside her with each frenzied repetition and providing a nice view of his abs.

Plenty quickly became lost in the moment, each of her lover's strokes sending pulses of glorious sensation that shook her core, pulses that built ever higher, impossible to escape. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, never let him go, but couldn't. Not because her arms were tied, but because of the cycle of self-gratification he'd enabled, given. Her nipple scraped at her tender walls, which coaxed at her nipple, which kept shaking deep inside her, the breast behind it getting ready to blow... It was almost too much ecstasy to bear, and yet it was perfect.

Still, their coupling couldn't last forever. If it had to end, then Plenty wanted it to be as world-shattering for Biff as it was for her. Lungs beginning to plead for breath, her heart working overtime, Plenty gulped deeply, over and over, coaxing Biff to give her all he could, unload his thick, potent spunk right into her stomach where it belonged.

Clenching his teeth, Biff's pace turned erratic. "Oh Celestia, Plenty, if you slurp at me like that I'm gonna—" Groaning, he hilted himself, his balls brushing against her chin, and came. Plenty could feel his cock pulsing with his ejaculation with her lips and insides alike as warm weight settled in her gut, entering her, joining them. He'd drank from her, and now she'd drunk from him.

Plenty could taste the last intoxicating spurts of Biff's cum as he pulled his softening length free, though she suspected it wouldn't stay that way for long. Mewling and panting, she squirmed within her cleavage, trying with all her might to get her nipple to fucking move inside her snatch, tail thrashing against the rope. Her sex-famished state absolutely required another mighty orgasm, and Plenty couldn't fathom doing anything else until that goal was reached.

"Biff..." she managed, breathless, her voice raw, hoping he'd take the hint.

Grunting in acknowledgement, Biff stood on shaky legs, getting behind Plenty. Squeezing her areola firmly with one hand and pressing a palm into the middle of her titflesh with the other, he yanked her nipple back and forth, dutifully pistoning it in and out. Stars flashed in Plenty's eyes, her vision going white as her nerves lit up like dynamite all over the place, unable to do anything save ride out Biff's ministrations.

Yes, yes, yesyesyes! It was like nothing else she'd ever experienced, the pleasure he was giving her more than the sum of its parts. Uncontrollable spasms shook her body, turning her into nothing more than a vessel for pure bliss as her organs throbbed into eachother. Nothing mattered except where she was joined with herself, stroking, jamming, coiling, boiling, losing track of time and place. All semblance of control slipping away, Plenty moaned like a bitch in heat, her thoughts narrowing to a single breaking point: fill, be filled, release it, take it! CUUUUUM!

And then, it happened. Plenty nearly fainted on the spot when her second climax crashed through her, pupils dilated, her madly clenching pussy drawing out her boob's magically enhanced payload at last. Overcome by an ouroboros of wild lust, her nipple rapidly disgorged piping hot cream straight into her womb, which inflated down into her tits like a balloon, pumped with far more than any stallion could hope to match, more full than she'd ever been in an instant and still going.

As her womb got stuffed more and more by her own output, passing the size of a basketball and approaching that of a beach ball, it began pushing her ass higher and higher. Eventually, her stomach could hold no more. Combined with the change in angle, her spurting nipple was forced out of her, pushing Biff back and continuing to let loose all over the place even as the excess from her cunt sloshed out onto her milky tit. She could hear her output spraying wetly against the tile as her orgasm wound down, her breast taking much longer to calm down than her cunt.

"T-That *huff* was the best fuckin' climax I've ever had," Plenty declared, once her mind eventually returned to her. It'd been so phenomenal that she almost wanted to propose to Biff on the spot. She looked back at him with a soft smile.

However, Biff himself suddenly wasn't looking so eager anymore, his enraptured stare replaced by a stupefied one. "Uh, Plenty, sweetie? Did you just..."

This was not the reaction she'd been expecting from her stallion in this situation, a pinch of confusion cutting through the blissful afterglow. "W-What?"

Silently, Biff scooped up some of the white stuff she'd just unleashed, holding it up to her muzzle.

Plenty stared. And she smelled. That was not milk. It was far too slimy, too potent. No, there was no mistaking it; that was clearly a large handful of semen. Semen her breast had produced in accordance to Plenty's desire at the time. Semen her womb was now absolutely inundated with, no condom wrapper in sight. That meant...

"Oh," she uttered, gormlessly. "Oh."