Bow Down Before The One You Serve

"String Cheese, bring me another cheese stick stuffed crust pizza with all the fixings. Cover it in cheese until it'd cause a normal pony a stomach issue. I need one. At least one." Sprout looked up from the bar seat that he was slumped in. He had grown to love the pizza place over the months since his redemption tour and compared to the Canterlogic Pizza Kitchen on the other side of town- this was the best place to clear his head. Even if it was owned by a pegasus, 'String Cheese's Pizza Explosion' knew how to build a pizza that didn't taste like cardboard.

"Sprout, you've had at least one a day for two whole weeks, that just seems dangerous, even for me." The wiry yellow pegasus tapped a hoof on the bar and tried to get the red stallion's attention. Sprout was his best customer and was knowledgeable about pizzas- enough so that the pegasus used him as a guinea pig for new creations.

"I want the true Pizza Explosion experience and I have no desire to cook since Posey is not back yet from. . .where she is. And eating myself to a food coma makes certain things easier." Sprout grunted as he felt a twinge from his undercarriage and sighed- his inability to do some simple jacking off like any normal stallion had him in a predicament. One that made his appearance at a pizza establishment near closing time make sense.

His family jewels were now obscenely swollen and they hung like two heavy bowling balls waiting for Posey to return. He had shambled on over to the Brighthouse one night and asked Izzy if there was a problem down there- he didn't want to, but the unicorn knew things that she shouldn't- or her connection to magic was just genius level nonsense. He chalked that up to "genius nonsense" since the mare just said that Posey's milking him like a breeding cow massively increased his production- and then Izzy joked that his earth pony magic was stored in the balls. Either way, if the ridiculous unicorn was joking or not, the constant stabbing pain kept him awake at night humping a pillow like a stallion possessed.

Sprout rolled his eyes. "I just have been having a terrible last few weeks not sleeping. . .and its not like going to work is a great idea. The Big Brother Ponies have the town by the balls. . ." Sprout shook his head and sighed. His mind was focused on one thing- sex and more sex. "Sorry, sorry, just down and in a mood."

"That's rough, I've been there, but I'm cutting you off after this one, its like ten thousand calories per pizza. You've had two. I can't have Canterlogic raid my place with an army of health inspectors- then what will Maretime Bay have for pizzas? Not the place across from Canterlogic, that's for sure."

Sprout rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, Canterlogic Pizza Kitchen is just a front for money laundering- I should know. I've seen how they make their pizzas and unfortunately had the displeasure of trying their attempts at food. Sure, your food is either unhealthy to the extreme or odd combinations of toppings, but there's an actual attempt at doing something creative. Even if I don't know why somepony would want a burrito flavored calzone wrapped in hay bacon strips."

String Cheese shrugged. "I have a certain type of clientele that love that kind of excess. Most ponies just order the classics, it's ponies like you that order the nightmare food to your detriment." The pegasus stallion shook his head at Sprout. "You've put on weight. From one stallion to another. Just saying. Also didn't think you could grow a beard, didn't seem like the type."

Sprout crossed his hooves and sighed. He had been stress eating and with Posey not putting him through the sexual ropes, he had glanced only briefly into a mirror once or twice. Having somepony mention it to his face told him it wasn't just a trick of the light or bad posture. "Just finish the pizza, dude. And I'll feel better once Posey is back. Should be tomorrow morning." He hoped that was the case, but he wasn't entirely sure.

At least Sweets hadn't seemed to lie to him.

***

Jazz scooted closer to Rocky to share the blanket that Sundance had angrily shoved into their cell one day. It was a ratty thing and not the warmest, but they made it work since it just gave them privacy to get close. She wished Rocky could wrap his golden wings around her, but it was enough to just lay her head on his shoulder and think about the future. She knew he was thinking of something similar when she felt his rod poke her backside.

"Sorry, I didn't. . .its just we keep having to be close, Jazz." Rocky blushed, his bruises faded and faint since for some odd reason Sundance hadn't waltzed back in and continued her questioning. Not that either of them minded. They got stale bread and gruel but it was a better existence than the howling echoes of the faceless ponies that also were down here. Their only existence was their hoarse voices and Sundance's hurried anger.

Jazz breathed out. "It's fine. And its not like I didn't try something to lighten the mood. Or get back at the mare who did this to you. . . ." Sundance's pink mane flashed through her mind as she tried to relax. "But that's not very good of me."

Rocky sighed. "Probably not. Anyway, if we get out of here. . .what would you like to do first? Me? I'd like to get my wings fixed and then I'd probably curl up with a bad reality tv show and like a gallon of ice cream and just relax. Maybe with you." Rocky blushed. "Maybe do more though that's up to how I feel after whatever needs to be done to fix this. " Rocky only briefly glanced back at his mangled wings. "Yeah."

Jazz smiled and leaned into Rocky, not caring that a certain part of his anatomy was totally poking her in the tit with how she was angled under the blanket. With how terrible he had looked after Sundance's little talk, she had wondered, if only for a moment, if he'd be able to use his lower half. "I'd like that. But first I'd go up to Pipp and renegotiate our business arrangement- I can't get all the work without seeing some of the profits. I mean imagine how terrible she has to be doing. I ran her life so well and I'm gone for two weeks? Immediate critical failure." Jazz sighed and leaned into Rocky, smelling his licorice scent as she carefully laid her head on his shoulder. "But then I'd totally take you up to my bedroom and do good clean fun. I'm nowhere near as adventurous as Pipp in the bedroom- nor as insane as Posey with how I've heard things through the grapevine. Sometimes just a mare and a stallion doing completely average things sounds nice. I mean my work life is so nutty sometimes a real boring time is great. You know how that feels?"

Rocky nodded. "Of course. Though counterpoint to that. . .have you ever wondered what having sex on a cloud would feel like?"

Jazz rolled her eyes. "I'm an earth pony, no, no I haven't thought about that. Can't even think of how the logistics of that would work. A hang glider? Some weird strap mechanism attached to your chest? Balloons?"

Rocky shrugged. "We could figure that out together. Now do you want me to warm up the blanket the normal way or not?"

Jazz smiled ever so briefly, "Second option. The fun way. I'll help you shift position if you need to- what with your wings and all."

Rocky smiled back and shook his head. "I need to get back my strength. Rocky carefully slid down the wall and crawled under the blanket, a low and barely perceptible moan came from him as he grazed a wing on the concrete, an intake of breath and then no more as he slid between Jazz's legs and felt the heat radiating off of her, the dark brown hair glinting with faint wetness as he darted out his tongue and felt pressure surround him like a velvet vise, her legs keeping him gently in position as he started the pair's new nightly ritual to spite this prison.

Having sex with his best friend and co-worker was a secondary bonus.

Jazz's voice joined the prison's cacophony of voices, but hers was singing pleasures instead of pain.

***

Posey shaded her face with a hoof, her eyes still adjusting to the light of the sun after so long in artificial underground darkness. She had waved Jazz and Rocky off- they had briefly mentioned going to the Brighthouse to fix his twisted wings. She didn't want to think too hard on how that would be fixed- she had some ideas and none of them were too pleasant.

She walked towards her place in a quick trot since she wanted to check up on Sprout. He hadn't welcomed her back the moment she stepped outside, though she bet that Canterlogic hadn't told him she'd get out when she did. She heard faint whispers as she passed through the market stalls, ponies she didn't exactly know the names of, their faces slightly more recognizable. . .she had to have sold some flowers to a few of them years ago, but their words picked up her notice more than anything. They acted like a gaggle of gossiping geese as they passed their jocular laughter lighting up the stalls. Posey slid behind a stall to eavesdrop on the mares.

"Hey, is it just me or is Sprout hot now?"

"Maybe. He is definitely rocking a breedable daddy bod now."

"I know, right? And it was all Seashell glancing at him when he was walking into the pizza shop and seeing he has a nice pair of. . .y'know ripe melons. He didn't have those before. Maybe he did. I doubt it. I wouldn't know how he was hiding those if they are natural."

"I know how. He'd just have to use my mouth. Though that would be difficult, he looks like he's smuggling two bowling balls. And I don't think he goes bowling. . ."

Peals of marish glee peeled out of the mares.

"So he's seeing Posey, right?"

Scoffs and jeers rang out.

"Posey? I'm better than she is, I have a better job and am way more approachable. Right, girls?"

Posey fumed. She got up and stormed over to the mares, who noticed her right before she walked in their midst. She had just got out of prison and her need to correct the record on who exactly owned Sprout's reproductive capabilities due to legal reasons won out. "Hello, uh, whoever you are."

"I'm Gingerbread, Posey, I went to school with you." The white earth pony mare rolled her eyes and ran an annoyed hoof through her bluish, black mane- pink highlights sprinkled throughout. Posey knew Pipp's hoofwork immediately since it looked far too complex a dye job to pull off. She grimaced at the thought that she complimented Pipp for something.

"It's been forever, Ginger. What exactly do you do now?"

"Baking, duh, went right into the Canterlogic system and I run their bakery. 'A Hint of Gingerbread', its incredibly popular and all that. I mean Canterlogic told me they want to expand the company into Bridlewood and Zephyr Heights, isn't that impressive?"

Posey shrugged. "Sure, I don't know how to bake half the stuff you probably know how to do. My cutie mark is all about flowers and flower arranging and growing flowers. Might have missed something I'm good at, but you and I do two very different things. Both run businesses though."

Gingerbread smiled, though her smile didn't reach her eyes which stared coldly at Posey. "And so why exactly did you approach me? Just to catch up and all? You know we have the internet for that?"

Posey cocked her head. "You know me. I sometimes forget what new stuff pegasi have come up with. You know, because I was in my feelings about change and all. . .nearly caused a race war doing that. Which was totally my bad. I grew from that, learned vaguely how to turn the other cheek and all. Most of the time. But you know what really gets my notice?"

"What?"

Posey walked closer to Gingerbread, who stepped back once she realized that Posey was taller than she remembered from school. "I get out of prison, no worries everypony, it was a misunderstanding. But I get out and I hear some ponies talking about Sprout like he's some slab of meat to ogle over. Some catch to lord over others. And the problem is, you're talking about a stallion already claimed by me."

Gingerbread laughed. "Yeah like Sprout Cloverleaf would actually choose you. Sure he's been seen around you and all but its like a rumor ponies came up with. Plus even if it was true. . .you know what ponies say about you. Like you could be in a relationship that lasted longer than a day." Gingerbread cattily crossed her hooves. "You know how many stallions you were with long term in school."

Posey's eye twitched. She had attempted to be normal in school- the worry of her mixed heritage coming out had sent her into a spiral of flings, attempts to find some kind of solid footing and her methods had scared away a few colts. She had ogled Sprout from afar while not having her heart truly in others- dances, picnics, and community events had told her to find dates and the only eyes she had were for Sprout and his compliments that had filled the hole in her heart for a short time.

"I'm not who I was in highschool, Gingerbread. Neither are you. You should ask a pegasus in Zephyr Heights next time about who exactly Sprout Cloverleaf married recently. You'd be rather shocked."

Gingerbread rolled her eyes. "You know I'm not going to run the Zephyr Heights bakery expansion- the mountain air would make me go nutty. That's what we have pegasi for. So just tell me this hot goss or go away."

Posey smiled. "You're looking at her. And due to me being. . .I dunno. . .halfway pregnant? Hard to tell right now. Feels like six months now though going to prison for a few weeks made my count get a bit wacky." Posey slid up to the smaller mare and bent down to whisper in the cocksure mare's ear. "I'm the only mare than can breed Sprout. And marvel at his size." Posey glanced between all the catty mares who had been talking about Sprout and sized them up. "And looking at all of you, I can easily say nopony here but me can take him. Unless you are part unicorn and can conjure a pocket pussy dimension, I don't think you can take his fifth leg at all."

Gingerbread sputtered as she tried to compose herself. "Y-you're lying. Sprout wouldn't go for a mare like you. His mother wouldn't allow it. The company wouldn't allow it."

Posey coldly laughed. "Oh she didn't. But we did it anyway. And if you think I'm lying about the marriage- its public record. Can't really get more official. Heck, I think I saw some newsponies in the wedding afterparty." She walked back and stared daggers at each of the ponies that had slighted her stallion's worth by just seeing him as a piece of meat. He had feelings and dreams outside of just being tied to his name or his pedigree. "Tell everypony in town that Sprout Cloverleaf is completely and utterly claimed by me, his wife, and he enjoys my company. Now I'm going to go to the house that I own and meet my husband and work off two weeks of passionate lovemaking that we missed out on."

Posey stomped off, leaving her words ring in the silence that followed. If ponies hadn't fully learned that the two of them were wed- they would soon since gossip like that would run out like wildfire and burn the sexual fantasies of an entire town down with it. Because mares like Gingerbread wouldn't let such gossip be unsaid. It was too thrilling, too painful, too true to fully hide.

***

"Okay, Sunny, just think of this as the normal late night fun we have. Just its not you being tied up with rope and getting weird and wonderful magic on. Breathe, Sunny." Izzy touched her horn to Sunny's chest and used a modicum of her magic to sent pulses of soothing cold to Sunny. Her luminescence and sparkle was all out of wack. "Now Rocky, bite down on this piece of wood."

Rocky nervously looked at Jazz. "Izzy, I don't think this is a great idea."

Izzy crossed her hooves. "Sure, I'm not certified in hospital stuff, but Zipp's right over there pouring over some medical text I've never heard of. . ."

"Doctor Wonder's Cyclopedia of Pegasi Complaints, Maladies, and Common Worries, Tenth Edition. Bit out of date by like seventy odd years but I remember enough from when I got the royal treatment in Zephyr Heights' best training hospitals. We need to re-break his wings so they can truly heal properly. . .and a few other things but with magic, it should be a simple, if not entirely fun procedure."

Izzy shrugged. "Blah, blah, blah. See Rocky, she's the makeshift doctor. I mean I have a doctorate. Self taught in Sparkleology, Glitter Mechanics, and General Fun. With a side helping of Magic Studies. Though that's a new one thanks to Sunny here. So between Zipp telling me what to do and my creativity, we're gonna get you patched up just fine."

Jazz laid a hoof on one of Rocky's and nodded. "Okay, if you guys think it'll work."

Izzy gripped both mangled wings in her magic and breathed out. "This is going to hurt. Jazz, place the wood so Rocky doesn't bite through his tongue." Jazz nervously placed the hunk of wood and her stallion bit down. "Okay then." Izzy put as much force as possible on both of Rocky's wings. . .

***

Posey opened her front door and tried not to slam it shut behind her. She was a mare with a purpose and that purpose was letting out two weeks of frustration out on Sprout's pleasure pole. She cantered into the kitchen, calling Sprout's name and noticing the disarray of the house as she passed empty pizza boxes and the dishes stood proudly in the sink unwashed. She groaned at the thought of cleaning up this mess. "Sprout, I'm back."

A half hearted mumble came from upstairs. She trotted upstairs and threw open the bedroom door and stood there in a bit of a shock. She had expected Gingerbread and her posse to be playing up Sprout's attributes- horny mares that were able to look but not touch tended to in her own opinion. . .

Sprout waved a hoof and yawned. "Sorry, I would have ambled on over to welcome you back in society, but the last time I went out in public during the day it kind of caused a scene." Sprout scratched the blonde stubble that was on his face and awkwardly ran through his messy mane that hung around his shoulders. He rolled over and groaned as he rolled over on his nuts, the testicular pair fighting for space between his thighs and his knees, the orbs now firmly each now bigger than his head. "Give me a hoof, please?"

Posey was conflicted. On one hoof, she liked the more rugged look of Sprout, the scruffy beard did things that the Sprout she had fallen head over hooves for, the smoldering look in his eye, the plush middle that. . .looked to be twenty pounds heavier. . .Posey shook her mind away from the daydream of being ravaged by a husky stallion and firmly planted her hooves in reality. "Sprout, what the fuck. I was gone for two weeks and you gained like twenty pounds?" She gripped one of his hooves in hers and hoisted him up to a sitting position.

Sprout nervously tapped his hooves together. "I, uh, well you look as good as ever, Posey."

Posey crossed her hooves. "If so help me I look in the freezer and all our food is gone, I'm going to be pissed. I came back to rut you like an animal and going out for groceries isn't on that itinerary."

Sprout's eyes lit up for a moment. "Oh, good. I only had like three pizzas. Well two, but Pipp ate the third one. She's doing well now it seems, though it was kind of a shock for her to appear on our doorstep asking where Jazz and Rocky went off too. . .how are they doing?"

Posey pushed that attempt to change the subject right out the window. "I don't care about Pipp. I'm talking how you gained like twenty pounds of fat and probably the same amount right into that coin purse of yours. . .I don't mind that but I went to prison when you looked like you had a fifth leg and some ripe melons. Not that. That looks so swollen it has to hurt."

Sprout sheepishly looked down in shame. "It aches like something fierce. But its mostly fine. I asked Izzy about it and she said all my earth pony magic was stored in my balls. Dunno if that was a joke to cut the tension or not since I can't understand if she's actually knowledgeable about magic or just faking it so hard it becomes true. I hope she doesn't have the magical skill to mess with reality. That'd be awful. And its not like I didn't try to do stuff with it to alleviate the swelling. . .its just that when I tried it, I got in my head and, without your touch, it just didn't feel right. Too rough and painful in a whole other way than the ache of release unfulfilled- with how much I wanted it, it felt like my hooves were sandpaper. . .and I did try to use magic to see if that would make it go down, but its hard to focus with this."

"And the chubby middle that I'm still trying to figure out if I like or not? Though that's just cause I walked into your 'dad bod' fan club and seeing that they weren't making shit up is infuriating. I thought they were exaggerating some of the grander aspects of your anatomy just for a thrill. That and they wanted to claim you, which I set right cause all of this, even the changes here, is mine to do with as I please. I mean I leave you be for two weeks and you turn into a mess." Posey poked Sprout's dome of a tummy feeling little resistance as she did and felt the hard muscle still underneath just shrouded in a layer of fat that would make the average pony think he had fully let himself go. "Okay so its not a complete waste just you hide it well."

Sprout blushed. "They thought I was hot?"

Posey raised an eyebrow. "Careful. But yes, they thought you were attractive thanks to them finally getting to see how hung you were. Too bad you are already married. . .remember that Sprout."

Sprout sputtered. "S-sorry, sorry. Just that with how Hitch got all the attention due to the calendars and I never got a Sprout fan club. . ." he sighed. "Probably wouldn't have done my whole Emperor Sprout thing if mares thought I was attractive."

Posey frowned. "Which would have been their loss cause I thought you were nice and attractive before that. The whole Emperor bit? That made me gush with appreciation." Posey ran a hoof over his slight beard and felt the difference of his smooth red coat change to the wiry bristles of his blonde facial hair. "Though this change is a nice second. Makes you seem distinguished. Would be awesome and all, but squaring that with how my house looks downstairs, that hides something that you aren't telling me. Because you were usually so good at keeping our little house clean."

Sprout looked away for a moment before leaning into Posey's hooves. "I tried to get you out as soon as I heard. Stormed up there to Canterlogic to give my mom a piece of my mind. . .but she's not doing too well. Probably. It's hard to completely tell with my mom. . .Sweets talked to me the most when I was up there and my mom just looked broken."

Posey rolled her eyes. "Isn't that a good thing? I mean I hate your mom and you dislike your mom. Like the whole world despises your mom. She's awful. That's a win-win in my book sort of."

Sprout weakly nodded. "But I know my mom and even at her worst, I could plan for her. But I went up there ready to argue your case and it didn't go to plan." Sprout breathed out. "Sweets created the new police force. . .she pretty much runs Canterlogic now."

Posey shrugged. "Eh, not too surprising."

Sprout blinked. "This is a big deal. How is this not surprising?"

Posey slid up to her stallion and rested a hoof on one of his swollen balls, feeling the warmth radiate off it like it was the sun and she could feel the nervous beat of his heart through the taught scrotum. She smiled at the lewd thoughts dancing through her brain for a moment before stuffing two weeks of lascivious ideas away. "Sprout, I got a nose for these things. And with how terrible your mom was, its not surprising her right hoof mare is a cunt. It takes a special type of pony to handle all of Canterlogic's shit. You being the one pony probably able to wrangle all the heads of the company together without turning into a bastard. Most ponies in that position aren't you." She kissed Sprout, the touch of his lips like water in a desert. "We're a team, Mr. Cloverleaf. If this plan of takeover doesn't work, there are alternative options. Burn it all down for one and rebuild from the ashes. Or just let it go and do something else. I own a flower business. . .how did Izzy say it again? Something like you have super strong earth pony magic? We could make a killing selling flowers. Whatever you choose to do, I'm there for you. Plus the stress had to have been getting to you. I mean what is this again?" She prodded him in the stomach, as she turned her focus back onto his rapid weight gain.

Sprout sighed. "Easy. I tried so hard to get you three out and failed, I went into a depression. And pizza is always there to fill something. It just so happens you left a really big hole in your absence. You know the pizza place we got. . .together."

Posey rolled her eyes. "The place where I nearly gave you a hoofjob and it turned out your dick was the size of a normal pony's leg? How could I forget? Well that and I was this close on walking out when I found out the owner was a pegasus. Didn't even know they could make pizza. I thought they ate rocks and air." Posey sighed. "Though, to be honest, he knows how to make a good pizza." She looked at Sprout and crossed her hooves. "Never tell anypony that I said that. I'd never live that down."

Sprout chuckled. "I won't. So yeah, in short, I decided to fill the hole that your absence left with as much pizza as possible. Mostly the worst ones so I could stuff myself silly. The mozzarella stick stuffed crust, the works variety. Dessert pizzas, breakfast pizzas." Sprout looked away in shame. "I shouldn't have done that, but I shouldn't have done a lot of things. Like sleep with a pillow that smelled like you. Probably made these worse." He looked down at his baby batter orbs and sighed. "Two weeks without you and it paralyzed me."

Posey rolled her eyes. That was both one of the silliest things Sprout had said in a while and secretly kind of touching- not that she would outright say that his failure to keep it together was attractive, but she was a mare and she had read enough romance novels to attempt to fit in with Maretime Bay mare society and Sprout was hitting all the boxes of a fixable stallion in her head. This wasn't completely pathetic, this was accidental foreplay. "I told you the pizza and ice cream diet is for when we fuck like rabbits, Sprout, and you took out the sex bit. . ." She slid up to his ear and leaned into Sprout, their middles pressing into one another before the two's lips met again, their tongues darting between their mouths in a dance, weeks of need causing Sprout's steel rod to arc upwards and push the two of them apart due to its girth and size. Posey broke the kiss and ran a hoof through Sprout's messy mane. "It took you six months, but its normal to gain sympathy weight, Sprout. Now its what you do with it that counts. Now let's see what we're working with."

Posey looked down and quickly guessed part of Izzy's idea of how Sprout stored his magic was at least partially correct, since she had months of knowing exactly how Sprout's pillar of perfection fit inside her and it was still ridiculous for everypony besides her, but it was noticeably bigger and she pushed Sprout back on the bed, not caring that she hadn't showered- Sprout knew what she naturally smelled like. Posey watched as the four foot dick rose to the sky and she felt a waterfall of need hit her, her desire pooling between her thighs for a moment before she stood up and mounted Sprout like an ancient and rock hard statue needing to be worshipped. She had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks and she was ready to show how much she cared about her husband and his platinum rod.

Sprout humped away furiously as he tried to get weeks of cum out of him, his view of her focused on her up and down motions, Posey enveloping his entire length like a black hole- he was unable to escape her vagina's pull on him. He watched her try to get off of him whenever she hit the apex of his magnum dong, but due to its size it still had six inches in her whenever she was on the tips of her hooves. Then she'd rock back down with purpose and stop right before she sat directly on his nuts, the brush of her pink hair that only he got to see tickling them as she descended and stayed there. He was in bliss as she rode him like a bucking bronco, her hips were a piston to milk him for all he was worth.

"Sprout, you aren't a stallion anymore." Posey panted out as she tried to let her body stretch and shift around Sprout's new impressive size. She had firmly thought he was the biggest stallion in Equestria, and with the few weeks away, he had fully taken that spot. "No, you are a stud." She huffed out as she took his girth, the closest thing she could think of was a wine bottle and she felt her insides ache with both her need and the slight pain of stretching around him. It was a good pain and told her that she was alive and free, out of that prison. "You're mine. You're a stud and you belong to me." She slid down his length and sat there for a moment to let the rocking in her insides become normal for their foal.

She moaned in pleasure as the first of many orgasms hit and she rode the wave. She missed this. She looked down at Sprout, his brow glistening with sweat and his eyes glowing green with magic as he lifted Posey off the bed and arched his back to venture as deep as he could in her velvet chambers. He locked eyes with her and deeply sighed as he felt his cojones slap against her one final time before he blacked out from the waves of pleasure that hit his brain the moment the flood released.

Sprout opened his eyes slowly and felt the shining light of the fluorescent bulbs blind him. He searched for a light switch or something to shade his eyes, but finding neither he just decided to lay there, feeling damp and sticky from what he guessed was all of the cum that stained the bed.

He breathed out and fumbled for his phone on the bedside table and quickly slid through the unlock code and glanced at the time. It was nearly ten at night and he grimaced as an aching pain arched up his back. He groaned and hoped he hadn't pulled something during the pair's intense rutting. "Posey, are you there?"

Posey rolled over and slid into Sprout's embrace, her head resting on his shoulder, his slight beard rough on her cheek as she looked up to gaze into his green eyes. "I'm here. Barely." She gingerly patted her middle. "We're going to have to restart a good regimen to get both of us back into shape because taking that thing between your legs shouldn't leave me like this." She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I have a reputation to maintain and getting laid out by something like that shouldn't happen. Don't expect for me to leave you out of sight for two weeks anytime soon though. . ." Posey winked. "If I did, your terrific testicles would roll over the city like one of those monster movies. Or at least you'd need some help to move around. Though I wouldn't completely hate that since there would be some upsides."

Sprout blushed. "I sure hope that won't happen. I already think these are too unwieldy. I mean I tried walking like normal and it just led to me squishing my legs into my sides and nearly kicking myself in the nuts. I actually did that once yesterday. Laid me out for an entire hour as I dealt with the pain." Sprout groaned at the memory. "I hoped they would shrink back down to normal after the. . ." Sprout glanced at the digital clock and quickly did the mental math. "ten hours of rutting we just did."

Posey chuckled. "Guess not. But I can teach you how to walk with a package like that. It's easy, just add a sway to your hips and walk with careful precision and boom, problem solved. That's what most stacked mares do. Or did you think it was easy having fantastic tits for stallions to ogle at? It's that or you just shuffle everywhere. Though with how you have a slowly growing fan club, I think they wouldn't mind that."

Sprout groaned. "Great, I'm already terrible at running. You’re telling me to just give up on running forever."

Posey curled up and smiled. "With how you told me about your race with Sunny, I don't think you have a hope of winning marathons anytime soon. Now what is even open at this time of night cause I'm starving and I want to be prepared for rounds two and three." Posey traced a hoof around Sprout's chest. "I need you to work off some of this extra weight so all the mares know who to vote for when you do your CEO vote push. . .I may despise their lustful looks after your loins, but we can use that for something positive. Like how Hitch made everypony horny for him thanks to some dumb calendars."

Sprout sighed. "This time of night? It's pizza time."

"We can split the worst pizza we can imagine then. You have no idea how terrible the food was in prison. I know it was supposed to be bad but it was just so bland. And it gave me horrible stomach pain. Though that might have been the little one not getting their daily pizza." Posey kissed Sprout on the forehead for a moment before sitting there and smelling his scent, the faint hint of clovers and peppermint in the air beneath the smell of sweat. "I missed you."

"Me too."

“Oh and I definitely missed these too. . .” Posey ran a hoof over the swell of Sprout’s family jewels and felt him lazily twitch as she did so. She grinned as she ran a hoof over his treasure trail, the golden hair standing out in his coat. She breathed out and rolled over. “But that’s for later. You think your weird pizza friend would care if we took a shower or not?”

Sprout bit his lip as he tried to calm himself down again. “I-I don’t think he’d mind. There’s not. . .uh, that many ponies there at this time of night. And the ones that are. . .are less worried about how it looks if we walked in like this.”

Posey rolled her eyes. “Ah yes, the unicorn stoners.” She stretched her hooves up and swept a hoof through her mane. “Eh, probably good enough. Now do you need a hoof or two to get up or are you good?”

Sprout rolled over and sighed as he felt his weight shift back towards his new center of gravity. He kicked his hooves and sighed as he couldn't get up due to his legs shaking from near exhaustion. “Yeah, I need to work out more. Give me a hoof and then walk me through how to make this work.”

Posey giggled. “As long as you let me do whatever I want when we get back. I still have two weeks of sexual thoughts about us to work through- and we haven’t gotten to the ideas with straps or dildos yet. And then once your all good and spent there's still all the oral exams I need too.” Posey winked and walked over to Sprout's side of the bed.

Sprout rolled his eyes. “Have you seen me right now? I’m a captive audience.” He shrugged. “What will the safe word be this time? Mayonnaise? Salad? Vitamins? Give me some time to think about it over pizza and I’m down for anything. . .I’m just glad I don’t have to use a pillow to fake another pony’s touch anymore. Couldn't invite Hitch over to try and get my mind off things cause he'd probably ask about how I was holding up and feel bad and start being all weird about things.”

Posey kissed Sprout on the lips and held it there until the both of them had to break it off for air. “You get the real thing right here, right now and I’m not leaving you alone ever again. That's my public service to the town right now.” She grabbed his hooves and slowly walked him through how to comfortably walk again.

***

Hitch wheeled around Pipp's small studio and pressed the buttons in the sequence outlined by the manual that was hidden underneath the switchboard. He heard the hum of the microphones turning on and he quickly balanced the audio so the audience wouldn't complain about feedback and anything else that would impact the podcast. He tapped along to one of Pipp's unreleased tracks and heard Sparky in the next room, baby monitor right next to him as he worked.

He slid up to the second mic and pointed at Pipp.

"Good evening everypony, this is Pipp Petals and this is the Pippcast. Sorry for the last two weeks, my loyal subscribers and fans, technical difficulties and the like were rampant as me, myself and Hitch here came to grips with the back end of tech that my great second in command, Jazz, did for us. Now we have some fun tracks to show off for my album and some gossip about Melody and Night Shade getting together. Something cute and light for the whole family what with how Maretime Bay is now. Right, Hitch?"

Hitch pressed the button to respond. "Right, Pipp, and no worries everypony, the rumors of me losing my job outright due to Canterlogic downsizing and replacing the whole department is only slightly true. The Sheriff's Office might be replaced by these new cops, but I wasn't fired, I decided to resign. No worries, I have a ton of skills that makes getting back into the job market great. I'm great with foals and animals and I ran that place like a well oiled machine."

"That's right, Hitchie, you ran that great. Like in the bedroom."

Hitch glanced at Pipp through the glass. "Uh, Pipp, that's not exactly my name. . .and you said the second part out loud. Into a live microphone.”

"Oh. Uh, that slipped out." Pipp glanced over to the livestream's chat and noticed the wall of text quickly scrolling as the chat caught up. "Now everypony settle down please." She sighed and decided to rip off the bandage- not like she hadn't planned to fully spring the news on everypony, some of her Pony Fans subs were guessing it was a bit odd to have a stallion like Hitch waiting in the wings since Jazz 'disappeared'- but she had thought it would be a slow reveal not a PR headache.

Though she did have bad luck when it came to revealing private info. “So looks like this is quickly turning into an impromptu Q&A session. . .yes everypony, this is my stallion-friend. And yes for those wondering he was the one on Pony Fans. I'm all for supporting any lifestyle between consenting adults, but I'm firmly a one partner mare. Next question and thank you all for the rain of bits. We appreciate any money you give.”