Titty Taps

"Maybe, uhh, push harder?"

"NO SHIT, BIFF," Plenty howled.

Biff flinched away from her outburst, but kept holding her hand nonetheless. Well, it wasn't like he could let go even if he wanted to, considering her own deathgrip.

At the moment, one which was currently lasting far too long, Plenty Full was within the maternity wing of Ponyville Hospital. The bun in her oven was finally done, which triggered the miraculous and horrifyingly painful process of labor. She wailed in agony atop the sterile hospital bed, the life she'd nurtured inside her now clawing its way out like a bat out of Tartarus. Or maybe like a barrage of punches from Rockhoof wearing boxing gloves that were covered in razor blades. By Celestia, it was excruciating. And unlike most other mares in Equestria, she couldn't even pin the blame on her partner, since the pregnancy had technically been her fault on both ends.

Nurse Redheart had given her a numbing potion, but it was less effective than a firefly's warmth in the winter. Apparently, the stronger stuff was potentially habit-forming and unsafe for foals, so she couldn't blame her either. Especially since she and Snowheart had to work around her tits, which made accessing some of the monitors they'd hooked her up to difficult. The only thing Plenty could do was, well, push through it, literally and metaphorically, until she gave birth.

Plenty tried to focus on Biff's reassurances and presence standing by her side as it felt like her every nerve was being twisted apart. "Okay, come on, just GET OUT ALREADY!" she shouted, mustering every ounce of her willpower to push and shove with all her might.

And then, with a high-pitched cry, it was over. As the midwife, Nurse Snowheart, took up Plenty's baby delicately in her practiced hands, Plenty's own heart leapt into her throat. She couldn't look away, despite the lingering pain still prompting her lids to shut, because there was her foal. And she instantly knew, for certain, that nothing in the world would get between them. Motherhood was just something else deeply rewarding she'd have to get used to, stress be damned.

With a snip of the umbilical cord, it was official. Aside from the crying foal, the room was quiet with joy and anticipation. As Redheart finished with Plenty, cleaning her up and checking her vitals, another did the same for her child by the far wall. Plenty turned to share a tender smile with Biff, who was surprisingly comfortable with all the blood and amniotic fluid. Even she would've been a little grossed out in other circumstances. Instead, he, too, had a special light on his face the likes of which Plenty had never seen before.

Eventually, as the pain finally began subsiding, Plenty could wait and watch no longer. "Are they okay? Am I okay?"

"As smooth as any birthing I've seen," Nurse Redheart replied, pulling the white sheet down over Plenty's legs. Though she was still horribly unpresentable, drenched in sweat and haggard from the ordeal.

"Congratulations! You have a beautiful, healthy Earth Pony filly," declared Snowheart. "Well, biologically a filly, at least," she added.

Slowly trotting over, Snowheart carefully handed Plenty her newborn child. Plenty immediately cradled her lovingly against her chest, committing every detail, even scent, to memory. The foal's peach-colored coat, still slightly damp, matched Plenty's own. Her mane and tail, too, though both were little more than short blue-and-green fuzz for now. Even her facial features, from ears to muzzle, reminded Plenty of her own old baby pictures.

"Aww, she looks just like you," Biff cooed, leaning down and resting his head on Plenty's shoulder. "Which makes sense, I guess."

Perhaps it was instinct, the feeling of her mother's warmth, or perhaps it was that she finally wasn't being moved around and prodded with medical instruments, but that moment was when the filly stopped crying and opened her eyes for the first time. She blinked up at Plenty... one eye pointing nearly straight at her, the other lolling in a completely different direction.

Plenty blinked in surprise. "Oh."

"That's different," Biff said. "Like the mailmare."

"Hmm?" confused, Snowheart walked around one of Plenty's breasts to see, before humming in recognition. "Ah, yes, that's textbook amblyopia. Once she's older, therapy might be able to correct her vision."

"I understand. But even if that doesn't work, she's perfect the way she is," Plenty declared, smiling with unrestrained wonderment.

Snowheart and Redheart both looked satisfied by that answer. "Please, take some time to rest; stay put until we clear you," Snowheart instructed after a beat.

"We have some other patients to tend to, so we'll give you some privacy," Redheart said. "And best wishes for you three!"

"Thanks a million," went Biff. "I was certainly no help."

Plenty chuckled at that, though it was weary one.

The two nurses washed up and donned fresh scrubs before leaving, though Plenty barely noticed, too enamored with her precious charge in spite of her exhaustion. There she was, in her arms, a new life. Her daughter. Plenty would give her oodles and oodles of love, unconditionally, forever. And hopefully Biff would be there for her just as long, too.

The foal's innocent, curious eyes roved between the two of them, effortlessly cute as she squirmed a little against Plenty's chest, trying to cuddle up as close as possible. At that point, Plenty realized she should probably try and come up with a name, something besides just 'her baby'. She hadn't given any thought to it in advance, but now, with the child right before her, a flash of inspiration struck.

Plenty hummed aloud. "This might be weird, but my gut insists her name should be Eye Full."

Biff's smile widened. "Nah, that's not weird, it's perfect. Plenty Full and Eye Full, two peas in a pod."

Eye Full babbled and flexed her tiny little fingers up at them, as if in agreement. Plenty and Biff shared a laugh.

Then, Plenty beamed down at Eye Full. "Well, hello there, little one. Your name is Eye Full, and I'm your mommy. It's very nice to finally meet you."

Though she waited expectantly for Biff to follow suit, he instead remained silent, looking oddly pensive. Or maybe nervous? Biff took a deep, calming breath, stroking Plenty's mane a couple of times, before finally finding his words. "Hi, Eye Full, I'm Biff. Your dad. If mommy will have me, that is."

Plenty whipped her head over to face Biff as best she could, shocked. "Did you just— Do you mean...?"

Blushing shyly, he nodded, reaching into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve a sparkling platinum engagement ring, set with twin, equally sized, round-cut diamonds, likely symbolic. "Plenty Full, will you let me be a part of your new family?"

"Of course I will, you big lug," Plenty declared, her voice wet with emotion. Combined with the euphoria of meeting Eye Full, it was almost overwhelming, elated as she'd ever been. Fumbling over her words in the sea of positivity, all she could manage to say to Biff was was "Took you long enough."

Love and gratitude in his eyes, Biff reached down and gingerly slipped the ring onto her finger. However, to do so, he had to brush his hand up against the back of Eye Full's head. At the unfamiliar touch, she started crying again.

"Way to ruin the vibe, kid," Biff said to Eye Full, though he was grinning from ear to ear. "You're lucky you're so adorable."

Plenty matched his smile, but still rolled her eyes before beginning to rock Eye Full soothingly. "Oh, stop it. She's probably just hungry. And romantic wedding plans can wait anyway. Eye Full is more important." In unison, they looked to her affectionately.

"Agreed."

It was a perfect moment, one Plenty would remember for the rest of her days.

Plenty found herself facing Biff atop a wooden stage, at the culmination of their wedding at the traditional Ponyville venue of the town hall. Shaven and combed, Biff was as dashing as she'd ever seen him in a pristine tuxedo. A few steps back and between them stood Mayor Mare, once apprehensive of them, now gladly officiating. She and Biff had just finished trading their vows, reaffirming the depths of their love for one another.

Supporting their union, dozens and dozens of creatures were in attendance. Grubber, Biff's best stallion could barely contain his excitement, while Lyra, her own best mare, was more subdued. The rest were seated in rows of chairs, many of whom Plenty knew well, such as her once-estranged parents, Biff's mother, a smattering of their other relatives, Pinkie Pie, and Bon Bon. Sweet little Eye Full rested safely in her grandmother's lap.

However, Biff alone was her star. The way he looked at her made her feel truly beautiful, though her wedding dress didn't hurt there. Rarity, also present, had relished the challenge of designing it for her unique proportions, which had grown even more lopsided. Plenty's boobs were now twice the diameter they'd been before her pregnancy, so large that they reached all the way from the ground to her shoulders when she was upright like this. And her nipples were nearly as wide as her waist, though they were tactfully hidden by her envelopes, which she was wearing underneath as a bra, like she did almost every day now.

The dress itself was quite something. It was made of the usual lacy white fabric, with a veil and long train. Much as it usually did, it was Plenty's bust which stood out, and Rarity had taken advantage of the huge surface area to sew on silhouetted pony figures in very light, pastel hues. These figures depicted various scenes in Plenty and Biff's lives so far, from how they met to running Plenty's Place to Biff's proposal and Eye Full's birth.

But now, the time had finally arrived. "Biff, do you take this mare to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Mayor Mare asked.

"I do," Biff confirmed, tearing up a little as he swelled with pride.

"And, Plenty Full, do you take this stallion to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Y'all better believe I do," she declared, beaming, her own vision cloudy.

The mayor extended her hand theatrically. "Then I now pronounce you married! You may kiss your spouse!"

Cheers and applause broke out as Plenty and Biff shared a tender kiss, arms draped around eachother's backs, as Plenty's heart soared. It also would have been a perfectly chaste kiss, save for the fact that Biff literally dove atop her tits in order to reach her face instead of taking the long way around.

Once Biff clambered down, their wedding reception began. Though she easily could have, Plenty refrained from providing the refreshments herself, given the formality of the event. From everyone's friendliness, however, one would be hard-pressed to tell if it weren't for the dress code. Naturally, she and Biff were the centers of attention, and conversations were as constant as Plenty's heady rush of emotion, passing from one to the next in a blur. The champagne didn't help on that front.

And if they weren't cooing over the happy couple, their guests were busy cooing over Eye Full, who they of course checked up on multiple times throughout the evening. William got to keep to himself, for the most part, which was just the way the hound liked it; there was a limit to how much excitement he'd put up with. He seemed to have an engaging dialogue with Fluttershy, though.

Plenty savored the atmosphere of glee, and the delicious hors d'oeuvres courtesy of the Apple Family, which were honestly better than most of the other gifts she and Biff had gotten, probably. The best gift, though, was all the familiar faces. It was especially nice to get the opportunity to catch up with her parents in the flesh, and to introduce them to all her new friends.

Of course, they didn't neglect her old friends. Grubber was doing well in his new place: a small ranch house near the edge of town, by Froggy Bottom Bog. He'd moved out to give them room for Eye Full's nursery, and didn't seem to mind the location. He'd given a flamboyant introduction for his old C.O., Tempest Shadow, who, after getting over her annoyance at that, seemed to exude dry sass, and nearly killed the mood.

Tempest had eventually quipped that "If someone as grotesque as you can get hitched, I guess I can afford to be more optimistic, myself." Plenty'd needed to keep Biff from starting a fight on her behalf there, noble as that would be. A: to maintain civility, and B: because she could tell he'd get his ass kicked. Instead, realizing Tempest was joking at her own expense, Plenty opted for a verbal counter, pointing out that somepony, somewhere was sure to be into handicapped war criminals.

As for ponies Biff actually traded blows with at one point, 'A.K. Yearling' had come to join in on the celebration, alongside Biff's old posse of ne'er-do-wells and his former boss. It was nice to see a side of Biff that Plenty really hadn't before as he clowned around with his buddies and caught up on their own lives. Withers, who now wore sunglasses indoors to advertise his optician business instead of to look intimidating, wished them the best, and admitted he was a tad jealous. Rogue had apparently joined a theater company in Manehattan, and Dr. Caballeron was still competing with Daring Do for literary awards instead of cursed artifacts.

Sadly, the party had to end eventually, with Twilight bringing out the stars from up in Canterlot. But no matter what came their way - old foes, hard times, or Discord himself (who was also there, actually) - Plenty and Biff would never abandon the the pledge they'd made to eachother.

Plenty stood, watching the hilly countryside roll by as the wind whipped at her mane and tail. William was enjoying the breeze more than she was, his floppy ears dancing like pennants as he lounged on the high, cozy perch of one of her tremendous breasts.

The gentle clackity-clack of the express train's wheels on the rails was a constant presence, accompanied by the woody scents of springtime. It was a blessing that Eye Full didn't seem to mind either, nor the sway of the car. This was her first time leaving home, after all. Instead, she watched everything around her with precious, wide-eyed curiosity from her stroller, comfortable in a polka-dotted orange onesie.

Finally, Biff was mimicking Plenty's usual position, leaning on the rear railing of the caboose, while she faced towards the side. Her tits were too wide for her to enter the train proper, so it had been the only option for the trip. Rather than anticipation of their destination, all this made it easy for Plenty to just be in the moment.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Biff said, breaking the peaceful lull.

Plenty smirked his way. "Oh, come on now. You're the one who talked me into it!"

"Well, yeah, but you didn't have to, like, let me. It's only been a few months, I wasn't sure if we were even ready."

She snorted in amusement. "Eye Full would be a hand-full regardless. Reckon if we pulled the trigger any later it wouldn't really be a proper honeymoon, now would it?"

"I guess not," Biff replied. He idly reached over to scratched the top of William's head in the one spot he liked, who wagged his tail in silent approval.

"Still, I am a mite worried we didn't bring enough diapers," Plenty said, glancing at their bags resting against the wall of the caboose. "Though we can always buy more."

"Yeah. We're certainly making enough bits now; I almost feel guilty." he admitted.

"Don't be, honey." Plenty gave her bust a playful slap. "These babies are luxury goods. It's not like anypony will die of thirst without me."

Biff's expression grew coy. "Eye Full would."

Plenty groaned at that, but her grin held. "Oh, you know what I meant, smartass."

As if reacting to her name, Eye Full suddenly grew restless, whimpering. Her mood shifting immediately, Plenty acted on instinct, fishing her up into her arms. A twist of Plenty's head, and Biff took out a picture book, The Wonder of Dreams, recently written and illustrated by Princess Luna in her retirement. It was Eye Full's favorite, never failing to captivate her. Plenty's own foalhood choice, The Hungry, Hungry Parasprite, apparently wasn't up to snuff in comparison.

By the time she and Biff had finished reading it to her, complete with funny voices for the characters, they were all smiles. Not only that, but their destination was within view, peeking over the horizon. The tall, grey and green shape of Mt. Aris, isolated along the sandy ocean coastline, was unmistakable.

Plenty held up Eye Full so she could see. "Look, honey! It's Mt. Aris! We'll be there soon. The creatures that live there are called hippogriffs, though sometimes they change into seaponies. Can you say 'seapony'?"

Eye Full blinked once, very slowly, her eyes pointing even farther apart in confusion.

Biff giggled at that. "Cute as you two are, would you even want her first word to be anything other than 'mama'?"

"Not really, no, but it's better than nothing," Plenty replied.

"Patience is a virtue. Wouldn't want her to grow up too soon, right?"

Plenty shifted her grip on Eye Full slightly. "You're the one who drags himself out of bed twice a night to check on her, you tell me."

"Touché," Biff laughed. "Still less stressful than night watch in the middle of the jungle."

"I wouldn't know." Plenty cleared her throat. "Anyhow, that's enough of that. Let's enjoy the view before the train turns."

Nodding, Biff skooched over and spun, leaning against her side - and the back of her boobs - for a better angle. Plenty basked in the closeness as she let the sights and sounds around them take over once more.

Leaving the train station, Plenty slowly meandered through the mountaintop city, careful not to bump into anything with her currently near-weightless assets. Biff pushed Eye Full's stroller next to her, and William scampered along nearby, occasionally pointing his nose at whatever interested him. Far from an excitable puppy, he was smart enough not to wander off, no leash necessary. The warm sun and generally unhurried nature of the Mt. Aris community were familiar to Plenty, despite most everything else being quite a departure.

Even if she'd been a typically proportioned hippogriff, there was certainly no mistaking them as anything other than tourists. Biff, ever the unsubtle dork, was literally wearing a flower print shirt over cargo shorts, for goodness' sake. At least he'd traded in the fedora for a 'matching' visor. Plenty's own breezy skirt was more normal, but the combo of an extra large picnic blanket thrown over her envelopes and no traditional shirt definitely wasn't.

However, not all of the locals even wore that much. Plenty had heard about this from other ponies in advance, but it was still somewhat jarring to see that many of the hippogriffs gliding or strolling about, male and female, didn't have on tops of any kind, and a few were completely exposed save for fur and feathers. Apparently, when living as seaponies, clothes became more of a hinderance than they were worth. After decades of underwater life and the accompanying cultural changes, the practice rapidly became optional. Not only that, but public sex, while not actively encouraged, wasn't frowned upon. In Plenty's humble opinion, this made Mt. Aris much more exciting for a honeymoon getaway than other tropical spots like Mareami.

Looking around as they moved, Biff let out an appreciative whistle. "Not bad, not bad at all."

"Not ogling any other girls, right?" Plenty pressed good-naturedly.

"Of course not; their racks are tiny," he quipped. "For real though, I was looking at the buildings. Almost makin' me nostalgic for my globe-trotting days."

Plenty conceded that he did have a point, the architecture was pretty unique. Essentially all of the buildings had been carved out of living trees, often with the additions of windows and/or stone stairways which spiraled up the trunk. "I've certainly never seen trees this large before, unless Friendship Castle counts," she said. "Our hotel is gonna be built the same way; I'm excited to see the inside."

"So soon? I know it's a timely occasion, but least let me get into the mood first," went Biff, matter-of-factly.

She chuckled at that. "I meant Later." Closing the distance, Plenty gave Biff a quick peck on the cheek, which he then returned twice over. "Let's do some sightseeing first."

"Sure."

And so they went, no real destination in mind. Plenty would break out the map later. Presently, she, Biff, and even William took turns guiding towards whatever struck their fancy. A small boutique selling swimwear. A cliffside platform offered a breathtaking view of the ocean. A collection of birdfeeders attracting friendly birds of paradise. But no matter where the roads led, the leaves above made for alternating patches of light and shade, giving everything a picturesque quality.

They also stumbled onto Queen Novo's castle, but there was a long line of finely attired petitioners and other vacationers waiting for tours, so they decided to skip it. It didn't look very impressive anyway, essentially being a stonework tower festooned with recently-repaired statues. The newer one in Seaquestria was larger, apparently, but they weren't going underwater this trip.

An few hours later, Eye Full started crying, demanding they shift gears. Plenty could tell this was her foal's 'I'm hungry, feed me' cry, so they stopped at a small public park for a late lunch. The park, little more than a wide patch of tended grass and delicate wildflowers, was right next to an open air marketplace.

Plenty doffed her blanket, spreading it onto the grass, and began stripping off her envelopes while the others went to get food from a hippogriff stallion grilling fish and vegetables over a fire pit. Soon, she'd gotten them all the way off, rendering herself nearly immobile and attracting dumbstruck stares from even more passersby than before. Not even her menu was on.

It took a bit of work repositioning her tits, but she managed to get herself seated on her knees by the time they got back. Plenty wasn't sure if William was panting from the heat or salivating from the tasty smells.

"Stunning as always," Biff mused. "At least with us around you probably won't get propositioned. That'd be awkward."

"Yeah, yeah, the foal's a cockblocker, whatever." Plenty had to project her voice to be heard over Eye Full's continued wailing. "Please just feed my baby already. Also me. I'm hungry too," she deadpanned.

"You got it, boss," he winked, still using that pet name.

Wheeling the stroller around, Biff put them in their practiced positions: Eye Full pressed right up against the side of her nipple and he a short distance away. Biff pulled Eye Full's bottle out of a pocket and unscrewed the rubber teat, angling the opening towards them. Being exposed to the air after so long cooped up had already hardened Plenty to readiness, so when Eye Full pressed her mouth against her and began to suckle the little area she could, Plenty's breasts nonetheless responded, squirting a wide spurt of milk. Only a tiny fraction of it ended up in the bottle, but that fraction was enough to fill it completely in an instant. The rest flew past Biff, splashing down to nourish the greenery.

Then Biff passed out the food, setting William's fish where he could get at it. Plenty's own skewers were vegetarian, but the smell of meat didn't ruin her vast appetite one bit. Her cleavage was splayed out enough that she could eat without throwing out her neck and see in front of her, although the occupied picnic blanket was to her right.

"Here you go, cutie," Biff said. Now cradled in his arms, Eye Full sucked voraciously at the bottle.

Between hearty mouthfuls of bell pepper, charred and exotically spiced, Plenty turned to her husband in concern. "Hey, you didn't get anything for yourself! We've got more than enough bits, I don't mind none if you spend 'em eating out."

Still watching their foal, Biff replied "I know, it's just that I'm not feeling hot food in this weather."

Plenty hummed in understanding, going back to her own meal. She and Eye Full finished at about the same time, and Biff handed Plenty her daughter. As she burped Eye Full - a process which always made Plenty irrationally fearful she'd harm her foal despite her back pats having essentially no strength behind them - Biff returned to the business end of her torpedoes.

Speaking of strength, Biff applied far more power to her skin than Eye Full could. He drew some viscous frozen confection out of her and into a hefty reusable cup. The cold made Plenty stiffen even further, and even after Biff removed his fingers, more came out, oozing over the lip of the container. She made a small involuntary eep as Biff flicked her nipple's tip to get the dollop still stuck to the end off.

Planting himself down, Biff dipped in a spoon and took a bite. "Mmm, that's some good, tart fro-yo. My compliments to the chef."

"Not going to get into specifics?" Plenty questioned, smirking.

Licking the spoon clean, he gestured to her with it. "If I told you how amazing and beautiful you were every time, it would get old."

Plenty shrugged, conceding the point. "Maybe you can show me, then."

Meanwhile, Eye Full was able to make a couple of high-pitched, soft burps, her snuggly body relaxing in Plenty's arms as she began dozing off, eyelids slowly lowering. Warm, fed, and content - for now - she went out like a light.

"Rest well, sweetie," Plenty whispered, softly laying Eye Full belly-up onto the blanket next to William. He, too, was resting off his lunch. Whether out of loyal protectiveness, or a simple desire to cuddle, William scooched over, wrapping his body around Eye Full like a big pillow. Soon, their chests were rising and falling in unison. Plenty pressed her hands together in front of her face, nearly sqee-ing at the sight.

Biff's reaction mirrored her own. "Okay, that's just too cute."

For a while, they didn't want to risk ruining the moment, Biff quietly eating, yet they also reached a silent agreement that they couldn't risk it slipping away. Biff passed Plenty their polaroid camera before lying down on his side behind them. She snapped a couple of keepsake photos for their album.

Glad to have the memory printed, Biff rose, himself clearly far too excited for a nap. His tail flicked back and forth. "Anyway, you mentioned a show of affection? Something... physical?"

Plenty's meaning had exactly been what he now implied. Their sex life had diminished significantly, as Eye Full kept them busy, so just feeding her and Biff was enough to get Plenty riled up. Arousal was building in her veins, demanding attention.

"Well, Eye Full's safely asleep. And it has been a while. So..." Plenty narrowed her gaze seductively, her tone throaty. "You wanna give these hippogriffs a display of love they'll never forget?"

Ears - and another area of his body - perking up, it took Biff a second to recover. "As it happens, while you were planning this trip, I was planning something fun." A mischievous grin on his face, Biff set down the cup and rifled around at the bottom of his suitcase before fishing out a pair of ruby red, phallic vibrators. He wiggled his eyebrows.

Normally, Plenty wouldn't be surprised by a new sex toy, as they used them often. However, these vibrators were substantial. Over two feet long and significantly girthy, she might have been able to take one most of the way into her cunt. Her tail lowered itself further reflexively. "Uh, why're there two of those?" she asked, a bit of fear creeping into her voice. "'Cause that ain't fitting in my backdoor."

"Oh, shit, no. These are for your nipples," Biff clarified. "A place only you can take them, Plenty."

Plenty shuddered in anticipation at the idea, biting her lip. "As stimulating as having vibrators in my ducts would be, there's no way they'd stay in for long with my output."

Biff stalked up to her, kneading her breast sensually as he gave her a closer look at the toys. "Ah, but these Immovable Rods are enchanted. Once inserted, they can't be removed unless I say the release word."

"Denial play? In that case, you'd better not disappoint me down here, then," Plenty declared, already slipping out of her skirt.

"Wouldn't dream of it," her replied, kneeling down to her eye level and pressing his muzzle against hers, tossing the vibes aside.

Melting into the kiss, Plenty's eyes fluttered shut, the better to magnify the touch of their lips meeting, their tongues dancing. She could taste lingering, pleasant echoes of the frozen yogurt, but it was Biff she truly hungered for.

He wrapped his sturdy arms around her, caressing Plenty's neck and back as she continued to strip, shimmying her skirt along her legs before kicking it aside. Their deepening breaths playing off of eachother's skin, Plenty shifted her hands towards the ministration of her husband, playing her fingers through his mane and gripping at his shirt. She couldn't stop herself from grinding further into him, feeling the rudely confined, throbbing mass of Biff's cockflesh pressing against her stomach. The motion pushed him into her rack, sending the bountiful mountains wobbling and setting her nerves alight.

Her breasts and pussy now throbbing with need, Plenty reluctantly broke off their passionate makeout, meeting Biff's familiar eyes, which shone with love and lust in equal measure. "I'm ready for the rods now," she uttered.

Nodding, Biff grabbed them and slid himself backwards between her boobs, sending a shiver down her spine. Before he did as asked, though, Biff yanked at one of her deep pink nubs. "Let's get you nicely wet and primed, first."

Not about to complain about that, milk flowed from Plenty in a quantity that made her earlier amount look downright paltry in comparison. White cream blasted forth like a ruptured pipe, rendering the grass dozens of feet away into a frothy mess. Then he did the same on her other side, turning Plenty herself into a mess. As Biff did that, she practically tore her panties from her hips, the undergarment sticky with her juices.

Then came the really good part. Plenty moaned through clenched teeth as Biff inserted the first of the vibrators, which slid most of the way into her nipple in one pass. What a weird sensation. But not unpleasant. Once the second one was in, Biff pushed buttons near their bases, and they roared to life, a rapid shaking buffeting her sensitive, hidden depths with wild ecstasy.

This, combined with the fact that they totally plugged Plenty, made her boobs continue to churn with production. The milk was already beginning to accumulate in her tits, and Plenty's inability to just let it all gush out immediately was a sublime torture. However, it would make the thrill of her eventual, spectacular climax even greater.

Still, she wasn't just content with that much; Plenty wanted to actually share in carnal joy with Biff. However, rather than return to her, he remained rooted to the spot, hesitant to even bare himself.

"Come on, what's the holdup? Hurry up and fuck me!" she exclaimed. The fact she was currently very, very horny was all on him, and now he wouldn't pounce on her?

"It's just... I've never been naked in public like this. It's kind of embarrassing," Biff admitted.

Peeking over her shoulder, she could see they had voyeurs, a decent group of adult and teenaged hippogriffs watching raptly from a respectful distance. Yeah, okay, she could see how having strangers spectating would make him uncomfortable. But she couldn't wait another second!

Wracking her sex-addled brain, Plenty quickly came up with a solution. "Shit, you can - mmph - roll me onto my back," Plenty suggested. Damn, she was already losing control of her voice! "M-My cleavage'll hide ya."

Humming in approval, reassured by this plan, Biff dug into a crouch, his palms sinking into her underboob as he shoved with his whole body. At the same time, Plenty pulled from the opposite side, leaning back. Her exposed shoulders, tensed with pleasure, met the ground as her jugs rolled upright, nipples pointed to the sky. She groaned as they jiggled all the way to their centers from the force, taking a couple of seconds to settle back down.

Then, keeping his focus locked squarely onto her, Biff unceremoniously stripped out of all his clothes. Plenty only got a short glimpse of his handsome member before he covered it with a condom (they weren't ready for another foal yet) and leapt atop her, spreading her thighs. Plenty's eyes rolled back as he entered her, missionary style, and she cried out in pleasure.

"Oh wow, you're so wet," Biff uttered, starting slow. "Every time with you feels like my first."

Cheesy as it was, Plenty's heart still jumped at his words. She pulled him more tightly against her, and into another prench kiss. Thrusting from her waist up into Biff automatically, her body sought further pleasure from both sets of lips, even as the softness of her tits inexorably closed in on them, increasingly engorged.

When Biff picked up the pace, hilting his cock against her cervix, Plenty crested her first wave, head slamming back and breaking away. "Cumming!"

Twitching like mad all over, her nipples still overloaded, the blossoming of her bust sped up as she came, Plenty's glands filling with hot milk at an alarming rate. Distantly, she felt them bump into something, which then clattered as it was knocked over. She could only moan and weather the buffeting electricity under her skin.

"Fuck, that must've been the stroller," Biff commented, lips pursed from his own ecstasy. "You're so damn lewd, honey. I n-need to see more of you like this."

And he acted on that need. Plenty squealed as Biff slid a thumb down to caress her clit, extending her climax, cumming and cumming. Every inch of her was boiling, the whirlpool of hormones wracking her core and sending her fluid factories into overdrive. Even once her orgasm faded, they didn't stop, to the point of audibly gurgling as her flesh strained to keep pace.

Plenty's breasts were now so unbelievably swollen with milk that they'd redoubled in size, passing the ten foot mark. At least, that's how big she thought they were. She couldn't exactly see their massiveness, only feel them, pant and shake beneath their immensity. Because she and Biff were now both completely smothered by their hot, sweaty weight, so firm and taught as to be nearly spherical. Had they not been earth ponies, it's likely they'd be suffocating, or even have bones broken beneath literal tons of titty. Instead, they just breathed harder, hearts and hips pounding faster and faster.

She could hardly think under the onslaught of sensations. Her lover and partner, slamming his dick into her at just the right angle for both their pleasures, her slick walls clenching around his length as his balls struck a rhythm against her labia. The heat of Biff's entire body, emanating into hers. The vibrators, constantly tingling her sensitive areas without mercy. And the hellishly dense pressure still building to an absurd level within her tits, begging to be relieved yet unable to find an outlet until Biff wished it.

Abruptly cumming again, Plenty melted beneath him, delirious with delicious feedback and more desperate than she'd ever been in her life. "Ahhnn! P-Please, Biff. Please let me cum with my boobs!" They were so, so fucking full.

Biff groaned, the sound reverberating through her. "Fuck, if you beg for it like that I'm gonna—" His words cut off, replaced by his own release. As Biff's body locked up, balls deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbed and pulsed, pressing hard into flaming nerves. Plenty could feel the condom, all the way within her womb, fill with warm semen as his ejaculation ran its course. Yet hers was still denied!

It took a minute for Biff to recover, totally relaxed and shrouded in the erotic darkness of her breasts. A minute where Plenty's rack continued to generate more and more and more milk, all of it locked behind her spasming nipples. She would have given anything to free herself.

Thankfully, she didn't need to; Biff wasn't so cruel. Though his erection hadn't abated at all, he nevertheless shifted his head next to hers, whispering into her ear. "Alright, Plenty. Let me hear your joyful voice. Yakyakistan."

Thoom

Plenty exploded, screaming at the top of her lungs. All she could feel were her breasts, unleashing a load to end all loads. She couldn't think. Time lost all meaning; there was only the dizzying ecstasy of release, higher and higher without end. She was not a mare then, but a being of pure sex, size, fertility, and hugeness, the likes of which the world had never seen.

When Plenty finally came to, extremely woozy and struck with a major afterglow, the first thing she noticed was that Biff had moved somewhere else. The second was that her tits had returned to the size they'd been that morning, or perhaps a smidge larger. Third, she and everything around her was soaked through, stained white with her milk. A sweet aroma permeated the air.

"Biff? W-What happened?" she managed.

After a beat, he responded. "Ah, there she is!" Stepping to her side, now once again dressed, his smile widened. "Somepony enjoyed herself."

Having pieced together some clues, Plenty blushed as she sat up. Best get it over with. "How much?"

"A lot. You were erupting for over an hour," Biff answered. "It rained milk over the whole city. Not a drizzle, an actual downpour. And I literally couldn't see the tops of the streams you were putting out, Plenty, that's how high up they went."

Yeah, definitely a new record. Magic or no, where'd she been keeping all that? Plenty could feel her cheeks reddening further as she pulled her sore legs together. Then she straightened out her mane and tail, wringing some of the milk out. "Oh boy. Is anycreature upset?"

Biff shook his head. "Surprised, yes. Upset, no. So, first I, you know, finished with a super tight titfuck, since you yourself were... occupied," he explained. "Afterwards, I saw that most of the other hippogriffs seemed to be having a good time. Had their beaks open towards the clouds, or flew in out of curiosity. Can't say I blame 'em."

"Damn, wish I'd coulda seen it; sure sounds like somethin'," Plenty said. "Guess I'll just have to settle for experiencing it," she quipped.

Her ludicrous sexual peak beginning to dissipate, Plenty suddenly remembered: her baby! "Wait, is Eye Full okay? She didn't drown or anything?"

"Your milkstorm woke her up, but she's fine," Biff calmly reassured, pointing with a thumb.

Twisting around, Plenty was relieved to see that, yes, she did seem no worse for wear. Eye Full was kicking and babbling in protest of being tickled as William licked her dry.

"All's well that ends well," she said, taking a long breath. "I certainly relished that experience, thanks to you. Possibly a bit too much."

Biff winked. "Hey, I enjoyed myself too, mommy."

Blushing again, Plenty stood and punched him playfully before shaking her head in bemusement.

Wholly content, Plenty recomposed herself, throwing on her wet clothes, and they got back to their carefree honeymoon vacation. Drawn in by her feat of epic lactation, lots of amicable hippogriffs approached to say hi, strike up casual conversation. She and Biff made some new friends, learned more about life on Mt. Aris, and promoted their beverage bar in Ponyville, many vowing to visit.

Not everything turned up roses. There was one temporarily-not-a-seapony mare who complained about the runoff dying the coastal waves white and ruining visibility, but her frustration proved no match for Eye Full's charms. And they never did find the vibrators; Plenty suspected they might actually be in space with how hard she'd came.

Yet, Plenty wouldn't have changed a thing. No, this day was everything she had ever dreamed. Hopefully, many more would follow into the future as the four of them took their next steps together as a family.