Bow Down Before The One You Serve

"Sprout, I need a couple black tulips, a rose bouquet, and a couple hostas for the few orders I'm behind on." Posey ran through her list of orders and sighed as she was being buffeted by success. She figured parading Sprout about while talking about her little flower business would cause a flood of orders. What she didn't expect was that Gingerbread's little spat and fallout had permeated the gossip of the town so thoroughly that every horny mare in a twenty mile radius was flocking to their little store. Some crazy pegasi were flying fifty miles out of the way just to see what the fuss was about.

Sprout came out the back room and sighed. "Good thing you have me here. I keep trying to tell you how earth pony magic works and you just can't seem to fully grasp it." He ran a hoof through his short beard and hummed to himself as he moved around the shop. "I looked in the back and there wasn't anything fully grown- though we have some seeds and with a bit of a green hoof. . ." Sprout planted a few seeds in a couple free pots and quickly rubbed his hooves together and placed them in the soil. Within a couple seconds, the plants that Posey needed were in full bloom. "I hate that I'm good at this. Feels wrong in a way. Canterlogic said how dangerous magic was and I'm fantastic at this." Sprout sighed as he remembered the last time he had truly let himself go with the earth pony magic and shuddered. He didn't need a memory of Sugar Moonlight and her lackeys. "Is that all?"

Posey rolled her eyes. "Sprout, you just did like six months of careful and meticulous watering and planting in like sixty seconds. You know how much effort that would have taken me to do the non-magic way?" Posey kissed her stallion and sighed. "I used to be unable to sell flowers out of season. With your little green hooves, I can sell whatever I want. At whatever size I want." She remembered Sprout's few furtive attempts recently and some of those roses were the size of dinner plates. "I think your little gift pays for itself." She hugged him close and felt her squish into his slightly plush self that she had slowly grown to appreciate over the last few days. Her first look at him had been judgmental due to her anger at the gaggle of mares that objectified him so very, very much, but with the lessening of time, she had grown to appreciate all of Sprout.

"I love you, Sprout."

Sprout blushed, the color of his coat making it hard to notice to most ponies. But Posey wasn't most ponies. "I know that."

Posey hugged him tight. "I just wanted to let you know so you don't go running off with all the random mares that keep mentioning if you are free or open to. . .how did that one mare put it? Sow your wild oats. I told her that you probably weren't able to do that for serious reasons. Like marriage. I don't know if she got the hint or not. You know how some of these unicorns can be. Pushy and odd."

"That's mostly just Izzy."

Posey crossed her hooves. "Well still."

Sprout chuckled. "Well see you in a bit, I set up an appointment with the Election Office so we can get this little vote going. Shouldn't take all that long. But Canterlogic is Canterlogic so don't be surprised if it takes hours. I'll have my phone on me if you need anything."

***

"What is this even saying? Pipp I was gone for two weeks and you spilled the beans that you and Hitch are in a relationship live on air?" Jazz ran a hoof through her mane and watched Pipp nervously tap her hooves together in shame. Or nerves. Jazz had taken away the popstar's phone for all of ten hours and the pegasus wasn't normally used to no phone time.

"It just slipped out, honest. You know how easy that is sometimes. Like you just think up something so good and fun to say that it just flies on out."

"Pipp that's not how its supposed to work. I'm your assistant, sort of manager and PR representative rolled into one for a reason. And that reason was?"

Pipp rolled her eyes. "I keep saying stuff live by accident. And not showing up to meetings. I only spoiled the whole Gala like four times because I kept showing off the themes and all the best dresses. Who could blame me? The Zephyr Heights Gala is like the most hype influencer event ever known in Equestria. And I was like fourteen. That was ages ago."

Jazz looked at her employer and groaned. "I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about all the other times you got so excited about something it just slipped out. You know how many ponies I had to turn away last time you showed off the newest prototype of the makeup line? Like a hundred. Honestly I'm surprised that didn't turn into a riot. You tell one too many high-strung ponies that they can't get what they want and its a logistical nightmare."

"What Jazz here is trying to say is that we are super glad we're back." Rocky grinned as he draped himself over a chair, careful not to sit normally due to his heavily bandaged wings. "And anyway it sounds like both of you had an interesting two weeks. I mean walk down the street and its 'Hitch is the most amazing pony known to ponykind since he bedded a princess'. It's just funny and Jazz here learned how to open up. Win-win."

Jazz blushed crimson. "I- well, yes. Technically. But Rocky, it's the nature of the thing. I told Queen Haven that she didn't have to worry about anything ever when it came to royal perception. I promised that and every time I turn my head there's some new disaster or accident that makes them look bad."

Rocky shrugged. "Tabloids gonna tabloid. It's not like you could do anything about that. So deep breaths." Rocky booped Jazz's snout and smiled. "Anyway what was number one on your little prison docket? Something about a little talk about boundaries and the like?"

Jazz shook her head and sighed. "Yeah." She opened her bag and rifled through it for her notes she had carefully prepared over days, the drafts of her planned speech looping and changing as she had written them, piles of failed attempts had littered her floor and this final attempt was the best and most focused draft to figure out how the weird impossible knot of being a good friend to her actual boss that pays her entire salary while standing up to the absolute headache of Pipp's flights of fancy. "Okay, so. . ."

Pipp stared at Jazz as she tried to comprehend the presentation she just had. She tapped her hooves together and sighed. "That's a lot. Sure I'd have to change some things to get you to have multiple days off. Not that I mind. I mean its been a few years since we had this kind of understanding and I might have been. . .taking some advantage of you. But the money came in so well after Parfum Le Pipp and then it just snowballed from there. I thought you were taking it well since you never really complained about it."

Jazz rolled her eyes for a brief second. "I didn't complain cause I never had time to. If I took time to breathe and relax you'd have missed like ten appointments and two album releases. Not that its bad you took time out of your day to do everything for your fans. . .Electric Blue, Melody, or Night Shade combined don't do as much as you in that way. It's just you don't know how to say no. Like at all."

Pipp cringed. "I know of the word. It's in my vocabulary. I just feel bad saying it. Being both a princess and a pop star means if I decided not to do something I'd disappoint either royal duties or fans and I just decided not to do that. Disappoint ponies."

Jazz glanced at Rocky.

"What Jazz here is trying to say is that you don't have to pack in two weeks of work in like four days. I took a look at the time sheets and books and everything and you have like an hour to yourself a day for the next three years."

"That's good right? I mean I've found time to date Hitch and I'm doing fantastic there."

Rocky swiveled in the chair to face Pipp. "Does he ever mention that you're on your phone during a date?"

Pipp thought back and ran through the last few dates and sighed as she found times in her recollections that he mentioned something. Not enough for her to see an outright pattern until now when it was brought up, but a pattern nonetheless. "Maybe? But that's just Hitch, he's not on social media. Heck, it took me like two days to get him to agree to be on PonyFans. Usually if I ask somepony its like an immediate yes so it was a bit odd when he took so long. . ."

"Pipp, that's normal. Jazz and I are mostly fine with getting cameras shoved in our faces since we've had time to adjust to being near you. And we've read our employment contracts and the fine print to know what we can say no to. Zipp knows cause she's related to you and grew up in the limelight. Your other friends? I'm not so sure."

Pipp waved a hoof. "I mean Izzy's fine with it. She's massive on ClipTrot and she's Sneaksy. She's like accidentally famous just because of that."

Jazz waved her hooves to let her hoofpolish dry. "Izzy is an exception to the rule. She'd probably be down for anything because it either sounded interesting, fun, or new to her. Like she knows how to find random bullshit in the woods to help out with our fragrance business, but I think she just was going out in the wilderness before then to goof off and it just so happened we asked her to help out. I'm talking about the others. Like how Sunny turned into a meme cause she slipped and dropped her bananas and nearly turned into a shut in."

"Classic meme. I still get that reaction image in my replies. You know how impressive a meme has to be to last six months. Thing has staying power."

"Not the point, Pipp, its just like how I need a break and days off so I can relax from working for you. . .you might want to ask all your friends. . .or at least Hitch if he feels comfortable being in your content. Cause unlike your other friends, he's bared it all online."

"He has the town buying calendars of risqué shots of him that do similar stuff. And I'm not going to ask my other friends- first of all I'm a gay ally for all my fans but I'm not attracted to mares like that. Or at least I don't think I am. And secondly, I'm not getting between Sunny and Izzy's very odd sexcapades. And like I don't need to say this but I'm not getting my sister on my PonyFans page. Royal families already have enough baggage about keeping stuff in the family, I don't need to give the internet ammo about that."

"So ask him for permission to do that. Actually- and not just the wear him down tactic. You know how bad that'd make you look if that leaked out to the press."

Pipp blinked and ran the calculations in her head. "Cancellation station."

Jazz nodded. Sometimes the pink princess was weirdly smart, but her knowledge of certain boundaries wasn't always apparent- it wasn't that she was completely childish or stupid- she was just incredibly oblivious at times. "And if you had asked him every once in a while if he was comfortable with his new boundaries, you wouldn't be in such a mess."

"It can't be that bad. I haven't seen anything too bad online. Like I've seen worse when Zipp hooked up with Arpeggia from Electric Blue. The chatter online about Hitch is weirdly normal."

Rocky and Jazz shared a look before Rocky spoke up. "Jazz has your phones. How in the world are you connecting to the internet to check everyone's vibes?"

Pipp wrung her hooves together. "The toaster in the Brighthouse. It has a basic internet connection. All I had to do was reverse engineer it and I can post to most of my socials just fine. All it adds is that it was posted via a toaster."

***

The Election Protocol Office stood proudly in the midst of Maretime Bay. Not exactly in the middle of the square due to how the town had built itself from the hydra of Canterlogic, it still held a proper place between the courthouse and a few small restaurants that were old enough to hail from before the takeover of Canterlogic. The stone facade of the building told anypony of the relative ancient age of the building and as Sprout entered the hallowed halls of the office, he felt his hair on the back of his neck stand up. Partially since besides helping Posey with the shop he hadn't walked out in public since his little problem that Posey joked about- the stares of mares and stallions alike told him at a glance that there was a rather fervent part of the town that found him the pinnacle of stallion hotness. And the other thing that made him nervous was that for all his plans and thoughts about pushing the electoral vote process to fix or change Canterlogic- it was all hypothetical grandstanding to the reality of walking in and fully saying out loud that he wanted to call for an election.

He walked up to the front desk and rung the bell- probably a decorative gesture since he imagined Canterlogic to wire this place up like a fortress with hidden cameras and the like. He saw the three ponies walk out from behind the curtain and he froze for a moment since he recognized all three of them. He could barely remember the other two's names since he wasn't always the best at connecting faces to names- even with how his mom drilled him in order to succeed her one day- but he recognized the main one immediately even without her glitter and makeup that made her originally stand out.

It was Sugar Moonlight and the other two from the Filly Four standing in front of him- barring their more normal attire and glasses that made them look shockingly normal or even nerdy to most.

"How may we help you, Mr. Cloverleaf?"

Sprout breathed out and pushed down his growing apprehension to focus on the task at hoof. Sure, he felt bile at the back of his throat as he felt emotions and thoughts bombard him with terrible half remembered memories of what these mares did to him, but he breathed out and tried to act if not casual- at least professional. He ruffled through his bag and pulled out his forms that a quick internet search through the Canterlogic archives told him he needed to announce a run. "I have some paperwork for you to file. Normal stuff."

Sugar Moonlight smiled and took the papers from Sprout, flipping through them with a speed that he was unfortunately impressed by. "Huh, looks to be all in order. No problems there but why in Equestria would you force an election? Not that I'm complaining, that's what me, Lily, and Rosedust are here for. But we haven't had a full election re-do in what? Two decades? And not to be forward but everypony knows you're the frontrunner for the next CEO position. Hereditary stuff and all that. . ."

Sprout nodded and smiled ever so briefly at the mare. "Sometimes a change is needed and I thought that maybe pushing the issue won't be that bad especially now with how my mother looks outside of town. The interview and all that."

Sugar Moonlight vaguely nodded. "Fair. Okay. Lily, get the ink pad and Rosedust get the rubber stamps we need to officiate this stuff." The mare sighed as she watched her co-workers slink into the back. "You know how it is with these things. All the red tape and all that. Anything interesting happening to you since we have a few minutes of small talk?"

"I'm married. So I don't think I-"

"That's nice." Sugar Moonlight's eye twitched as she laughed. "I mean I expected a pony like you to get hitched. All the talk of the town about you and your massive nuts."

Sprout blinked. "Uh, I don't think that's all appropriate. Also I think your nose is bleeding."

The white mare's nose was dripping blood as she leaned in close and stared into Sprout's eyes. "It happens. But you know you look really familiar and I can't put my hoof on it. Besides the whole being related to Canterlogic's boss. That's a given. But I see you walk in via the cameras and I and the rest of us here have this niggling feeling that you're super important to us- a sense of deja vu and I can't get your attractive face out of my head. Which is a problem cause I'm not usually attracted to your type. . .but I think I'd ride that dick and milk you like a cow and you'd have nothing to say since I'd just tie you up and treat you like you deserve to be treated. A piece of meat for me to just enjoy over and over and over again." Sugar Moonlight just continued to rant at him as she pounded a hoof lightly on the desk in a tapping rhythm that unnerved him as much as her distant stare.

Sprout breathed out slowly, thinking of his options as he watched the pool of blood on the desk grow more and more. He was no doctor, but he could remember enough from Canterlogic manuals that made him think that was a really bad medical sign.

"I know. . ." Sugar Moonlight stared at him wide eyed for a moment before her head crashed towards the table with a thud and she collapsed on the ground, her hooves kicking the desk as she began to have a seizure.

Sprout heard two more thuds and he quickly stepped through the curtain barrier that he would normally stay on the other side of due to propriety and walked into the back. He noticed that Lily and Rosedust were splayed out on the floor, their hooves kicking air as they looked off into space. He counted to ten as fast as he could to calm his now completely frazzled nerves, the thought of Canterlogic watching him through the cameras, the electric eye of the law staring into his soul.

He tried not to throw up as he gathered his papers and the ink they had gone back for and he quickly wrote his name where he needed to and shakily dipped his hoof in the pad of ink and pressed it onto the paper, showing that he was wanting to run for office. He looked at the final stamp he needed and quickly found it near Rosedust. He stamped it and scribbled a fake signature to attest to his plans.

It looked like a complete mess- the crumpled papers stained faintly with blood in the top corner, a nearly illegible signature that anypony with a functioning brain could see was faked, and the three mares in some state of shock needing medical attention he couldn't give them.

He slid the papers into a nearby envelope and scribbled the address for Canterlogic. He ran as fast as he could out of there, his hooves skidding over the pavement, and quickly dialed for an ambulance, telling where and who needed medical attention before hanging up and running to the bushes to throw up his lunch.

He might find the three of them horribly distasteful ponies but he wasn't a monster to let them not get medical attention. And he wasn't a unicorn. He was just one stallion. He slid the envelope into a nearby mail box and sat down trying to breathe as the harsh thunk of Sugar Moonlight's head hitting the desk ricocheted though his mind.

He held his head in his hooves as memories of the worst day of his life came back and played once again, the wound still fresh in his memory, each sense as fresh as ever like it had only happened yesterday, the tones of Sugar Monlight's voice in his mind teasing him about every slight and fault he couldn't change. Yet her whispered vitriol and spite sat there like a poison. The voice kept him up at night, whispering his failure to do anything meaningful and it made him wake up in a cold sweat as he sometimes felt the pressing hooves of phantom ponies touching him. He was afraid of the night now and it was partially because of what they did.

He felt bad for leaving them. Part of him didn't.

It whispered to him how terrible he was. 'You left them there to die. . .'

"I didn't." He hobbled off to Posey's to lay down and think. He dared not look at anypony as he began his march to safety, the sounds of alarms on the wind as first responders rushed towards the call location.

He felt a shiver on the air as he slunk towards home. He needed to relax.

***

"Why am I even here?" Posey crossed her hooves as she stared at Pipp. She had been relatively content with her day just being focused upon her work and Pipp had upended that contentment by barging in and whisking her off to whatever nonsense she felt like today.

Pipp smiled and tapped her hooves. "Jazz told me that I needed to talk to at least Hitch because I am absolutely terrible at setting boundaries and talking your stallion into making lucrative porn might have been a step or two too far."

Posey rubbed her forehead in anger. "Of course that's a step too far. I told you to deal with consent and boundaries and knowing each other's words of encouragement. I may have a bit of an attraction and need for Sprout and his dick but I see him as more than just a good time- or in your case with Hitch, a lucrative payout- he has wants and needs and an inner life that isn't just sex. It just so happens the main method of communication between us is sexual in nature. Which we both know will have limits as I get closer to dealing with the aftermath of a few good lays." Posey rolled her eyes. "What I'm saying is that I'm not surprised you're having issues with a whole number of ponies. . .you kind of steamroll everypony around you."

Pipp nodded. "That's a lot to take in. Good criticism and all that but a lot. But that's why I came to you first. Well I thought I could go to the others but I soon figured that I would need what Zipp would call a second opinion from a neutral party and I don't really have a lot of options there. Can't ask most of Equestria since I'm such an influential pony and can't ask the others since its a bit of a friendship problem with some of them. So why not turn to my bestie in all of Maretime Bay?"

Posey blinked. "There's no way I'm your best friend. That's completely inconceivable in every possible way."

Pipp rolled her eyes. "It took Jazz going into prison to tell me that I was taking major advantage of ponies. You'd say that right to my face. Hold that thought, I'm trying to figure out if you did or not. Erring on the side of yes. Sounds like something you'd do. And sure, maybe I took things a bit too quickly with getting laid. . .but knowing my sister, she'd wait until I was like thirty to explain the birds and the bees. Like the non-sanitized normal version not the Royal version that makes it extra weird. Mom already gave me that talk when I was eight. It was confusing and a nightmare to piece together. She tried to say it was like an eclair and a donut. I still have issues."

"Right. Of course you do."

"So let's just march right in and have a difficult talk and hash out some perfectly acceptable boundaries with Hitch. It'll probably be quick. I hope." Pipp tapped her hooves together and looked at Posey who just coolly stared back. "Okay. I don't want to pull the incredibly rich pony card but if you do this for me, I'd pay you in a month of unlimited pizza."

Posey's ears perked up at that. "You sure? Like free pizza for me and Sprout?" Posey was weighing her options and an opportunity to not spend money on groceries or take out for a month was incredibly tempting since she and Sprout could polish off pizzas like an eating competition. And with how her cravings for ever weirder- and more expensive- pizza had increased in the last month due to her slowly marching pregnancy she looked at the mental math and resigned herself into being what she hated the most.

A relationship advisor.

"Fine, but be warned, Sprout can eat pizza like nopony's business."

Pipp shrugged. "You have no idea how much frivolous spending I can do before I go broke. If I wanted to, I could live comfortably on my money for like two hundred years. And that's taking in the cost of monetary inflation. I do my job for the fans and their adoration of me."

Posey rolled her eyes. "How selfless."

"I know right? I'm awesome."

Hitch sat at his desk he had quickly cobbled together- even though he had quietly resigned from being the Sheriff of Maretime Bay due to a whole lot of reasons, the main one being that Canterlogic created that separate police force of theirs, he still wanted a modicum of a schedule. . .a hint of order in his personal life and making a work desk out of Pipp's hoof me downs and forgotten scraps was ideal. And Sparky seemed to like that he was around more so at least there was a silver lining in all of this.

He heard the door to the room open and he saw Pipp and Posey enter.

"Hey, Hitch, how's it going in here?"

Hitch twiddled his hooves. "It's going. I organized the mess up here which took a while since there was no organizational method that I could see in how you stored everything. Then I started checking your calendar and that was a bit more daunting than just working through a bit of meetings. You definitely overbooked yourself. . ."

Pipp cringed. "Yeah. Jazz kind of told me that already. But we can deal with that later. I kid of need to talk to you about things. . .like a lot of things. With Posey here for support."

Hitch cocked his head. "Are you breaking up with me?"

Pipp quickly shook her head. "No, no, no, no, feather no. I mean I've been not the best of friends with a few ponies and probably a terrible marefriend to you so I'm trying to set the record straight."

Hitch shrugged. "I don't think you're that bad. I mean I've seen worse. . .Posey is worse than you."

Posey's eye twitched. "I hope that's a joke cause I think Sprout would disagree on that statement."

Hitch crossed his hooves. "I was joking."

Pipp breathed out. "Okay, let's just put it out on the table then. Do you even like being on PonyFans with me cause I may have sort of in a way maybe coerced you to go do all that stuff and that's like ten ways to not great in internet terms." Pipp carefully pulled up a chair and draped herself over it in preparation for bad news. She didn't always need a fainting chair or whatever but she was a tad bit dramatic and needed a place to sit down and center her nerves that felt like electrical wires.

"What?"

Posey facehoofed. "I can't believe I have to translate this bullshit, but were you comfortable airing your love life and sex on the internet for everypony to see? I mean you did kind of get held at spear point cause this mare's mom thought you were being a weirdo with her."

Pipp held up a hoof. "That was on me. I hadn't told my mom about what I was exactly doing on the net. And Hitch isn't weird, he's charming and nice and the best stallion ever."

Posey crossed her hooves. "Gag me with a spoon. He's perfectly average. And no, Hitch, its not because I am dating Sprout that I think you're average, its because you are completely inoffensive and approachable. It's like you sanded off the edges of your personality."

Hitch sighed. "I don't know if I want to be hurt or call that a compliment from you."

"Do what you want with it. Now do you want to keep railing Pipp online or not?"

Pipp blushed. "I think you could have chose more tactful words there, Posey."

"And have you wade through like seven stammering sentences where you skirt around the problem? I don't have all day and while I find this somewhat fun, I have things to do."

"Like what?"

"Things. To. Do."

Hitch rolled his eyes. "Right. Well. I do want to keep dating Pipp. I mean these last few months have been eventful to say the least but I do enjoy hanging out with you. . .the filming is a bit much though. Not that I mind a few things since I get that's your job even though its a bit out of my depth. . .it's just that I didn't exactly sign up for making everything an internet moment. Especially not, you know, that."

"He's talking about the sex, Pipp."

Pipp groaned. This would be an eventful talk.

***

"Sprout, I'm back." Posey ambled through her house and lazily picked up a few things to toss in the trash. She felt a slight burning in her loins and sighed at the thought of curling up with a good movie with Sprout and maybe doing a few late night activities. She blushed at the thought of him getting close to her and talking about his day and just laying there content and happy as they watched some terrible movie.

"Sprout, I tried calling your phone. I brought back free pizza." That wasn't a lie. After Posey had uncomfortably broken the ice, the conversation had moved slowly but surely towards a resolution. Not a clean one- but an understanding. So free pizza it was. "Huh, that usually gets him to come running." She cantered up the steps and heard the patter of the shower going. She shrugged and opened the door to the bathroom- it wasn't like she hadn't seen every inch of him anyway. She turned and looked at Sprout and knew something was up.

He sat there in silence, letting the water fall over him like rain, the rivers of water pooling in the creases of his body- a relatively prodigious puddle sat in his lap and he was rocking ever so slowly back and forth. It was like he had seen a ghost. She couldn't tell if he was crying or not due to the shower, but he looked miserable. And that was before she noticed his junk in the front had gotten even bigger to an obscene degree with each testicle sitting on the ground and forcing him to sit wide legged to attempt to even try to be comfortable. She briefly wondered how he would be able to roll himself out of there. She sighed and imagined she'd have to help him again. Not that she minded, but she liked. . .tolerated this shower. With how backed up he was she imagined she might have to knock out the door.

Maybe Izzy wasn't blowing smoke up her ass. "Damn it." She forced her lewd thoughts down for a moment- while she'd love to see what a bath of cum would be like, she knew the twinges and hitches that Sprout did when he was nervous or in a panic. And besides a few accidental scares. . .she had only seen him get this bad once before.

She lightly rapped a hoof on the glass to show that she was there and he looked up at her like a deer in spotlights, his mane hanging limply in strings as the water had washed away his hair gel that gave him his collected and calm self some structure. "Hey, Sprout, what's up?"

He looked down and mumbled something that she couldn't hear over the water. She took off her purse and breathed out. She was tired and needed a shower anyway. Sprout looked like he was slightly shivering beyond just being afraid of whatever he was dealing with. Great. It had to be like an ice bath in there cause, of course, he thought doing that would lessen his prodigious package problem. She readied herself to be hit with frigid water the moment she entered the shower.

She opened the shower door and scrabbled to shut it as a torrent of ice cold water hit her in the chest and she heard her teeth starting to chatter as her body tried to acclimate to the arctic cold. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She quickly scrambled for the handle that controlled the water temperature and turned it to a lukewarm stream of heat. Even room temperature water would feel like the surface of the sun compared to this.

She carefully placed her hooves in the now much smaller shower and sighed as she wondered if she should have added a larger shower when Sprout had moved in. Then she nixed that idea because she hadn't expected him to have expando balls. Not that she minded, she liked that predicament, but she felt cramped in her corner as he took up seventy five percent of the shower. She noticed a few inches of water pooling in the bottom and sighed. He probably was slightly covering the drain with those puppies. "Hey, Sprout, what's on your mind?" She spoke low and slow to him letting him listen to the sound and rhythm of her voice. "What's wrong?"

Sprout's breath hitched as he looked up at Posey with now noticeable tears in his eyes. "I went to the Election Office and I thought it would be a simple thing. Get in. Get out. But they were there and it all happened so fast and. . ."

Posey held a hoof to her stallion's lips and felt his hot breath on her. "Who?"

"Sugar Moonlight. . .and the others."

Posey felt a wellspring of rage deep inside her boil up to near bursting. She counted to ten and let the cool fire be lessened. She was livid. For Sprout, for her, for everypony that had to deal with those mares. But Sprout didn't need a livid avenger at the moment He needed a shoulder to lean on, to cry on, to listen to his problem. "Explain it to me."

Sprout breathed out and began his short tale. Posey sat there with one of Sprout's cold hooves in hers, letting him know she was there. Silence reigned over the shower after Sprout had finished. "That's awful."

Sprout leaned into Posey, letting his head hit her chest. "I came back here and turned on the shower and that's been probably hours now. I know I tried to get up and I couldn't move due to these." He gestured to his balls. "I wish I wasn't a freak and having some magical shit ruining my life. I mean I walked with purpose straight to where I needed to go today and it felt like I had a microscope on me as I moved around town. The whispers from the mares. . .some stallions. . .like I'm just a piece of meat for them to glance at. Like this is worse than when ponies thought I was a failure because I didn't try. The moment I think I have my life planned out. . .getting married. . .getting a plan to fix Canterlogic. . .here I am the stallion with the wonderful inflatable dick." He slumped to the shower wall and frowned. "Like I actually tried to give myself a hoofjob to try and get these to get smaller and they just got bigger. Like they are teasing me."

Posey ran a hoof through Sprout's mane before bending over and kissing him on the lips, letting the kiss linger under one or both of them came back up for air. Sprout broke the kiss first as he wasn't as confident in his lung capacity. "Sprout, I'd have fallen in love with you if you were a normal pony or not. The awesome dick nopony else can take easily is just a bonus." She put her hooves on both his shoulders so she could look at him eye to eye. "We're going to get through this together. . .and fuck those bitches in the Election Office. . .you did more for them in calling an ambulance than I would have. I'd have left them there to rot. I know that makes me a terrible, awful pony, but sometimes some ponies don't deserve kindness. Or they get what's coming to them. Sunny calls it some ancient word. Karma, I think. And so what if the town thinks you are a hot piece of ass? Fuck them too. Outside of them being voters, that's it. Let them be weird if it gets you elected. That's no skin off my back. I know you won't cheat on me. Even if you did I think the other mare or stallion would have issues dealing with this stallionhood."

Sprout stared up at Posey, the look in her eyes both calming him and scaring him due to her almost staring through him.

"Now let me show you how much I care." Posey leaned over and nibbled on Sprout's neck, trying her best to leave a trail of love bites all over him. If the town thought she was kidding or thinking Sprout wasn't somehow on the market just because he looked obscene and ready to blow with hot and fresh seed, then she'd make them notice. She vacuumed her way down his chest, leaving as many dark bruises as she could- it would look like Sprout was in a fight to some, but to others it would look like he was a claimed treasure and she had been following a map- each location she had lingered on was left with a mouth shaped bruise.

Sprout arched his back and moaned as Posey lingered on his plush middle and she wrapped her hooves around him so she could slide down onto her knees, her hooves pressing firmly on his butt and feeling each and every taut and strong muscle in his body that most ponies wrote off as just fat or plushness. She knew his secret that months of screwing had given him a perfect physique that she adored and yet Sprout was still Sprout, she could trace his body like a sketch and see each and every thing that made him who he was. And deep in there, she could see teenage him. The stallion she had actually fallen in love with, the colt who had given her the time of day when nopony else had. Sure, he had done it only once or twice, but it had solidified into an obsession that kept her steady all these years.

He had changed so much and she had come up to meet him on the pedestal she had made for him. She had mellowed out. Experience and accidents had hardened his giving heart ever so slightly. She didn't know exactly how to bandage his hurt, but being there was a start.

She looked up at him a brief moment to see the euphoria on his face and she looked down at her favorite and most special place and decided that she'd rather leave that for last. She grinned and started marking his legs with love bites, her teeth marking him as truly his. It was a love tattoo and the pattern of broken blood vessels told her a story, she could feel the muscles rippling in his calves and thighs as she tasted the sweat that the water hadn't reached, his inner thighs being marked by the darkest teeth kisses as she took some pleasure in taking in his scent that she thought was so intoxicating, the scent of a summer day in the midst of a field of flowers.

She stared directly at her favorite part of him, his pleasure pole standing at attention as it had woken up from Posey's ministrations and careful touching. She grinned as she stood up, water cascading down her back as she shifted her position and pulled him towards her, the heat of their bodies fogging up the glass door. "Now Sprout, why would you try giving yourself a hoof when I have had time to study each and every movement of you- every twitch, hitch, and muscle knit that you've had and they are all right here. . ." she playfully tapped her head. "I can fix your little issue." She patted one of his large watermelons and grinned. "Or we have fun that everypony in Maretime Bay can hear. Either way, win-win."

Sprout gulped as Posey angled her most private place above his pillar and sat down, her inner walls massaging him in ways he had forgot about. He moaned and gripped the shower seat with both hooves as she started pumping up and down. He halfheartedly sat there waiting for some dam to break so that he'd finally get close to normal again so the town wouldn't stare at him, their furtive glances both creeping him out and turning him on in equal measure.

Water sloshed around the pair, the drain now blocked due to Posey's marehandling of Sprout. Neither of them truly cared as they got into the rhythm of going up and down like a trampoline, each press down and lingering upstroke cracking his resolve not to blast her with what felt like a fire hose of cum.

Posey placed her hooves onto Sprout's butt to steady her rocking- she had heard one too many bad stories of creative mares and stallions slipping in the shower thanks to a harsh fall. And it gave her a reason to touch and feel each and every inch of his prodigious backside. She grinned as she wondered who had the larger and better ass. For her bits, she'd go and say Sprout since his special globes felt like her entire world as he pumped her with more and more fervor.

Sprout gritted his teeth and hilted her with as much force as he could, his eyes glowing green as he tried to stand with his bloated crotch weighing him down, his earth pony strength letting him lift the pair of cojones a few inches before having to sit down with a loud splash, the water now up to mid thigh as the shower vainly tried to drain the water.

Sprout felt his resolve snap.

And nothing.

He waited for the deluge to come, waited for his waves of churning seed to leak out and stain the walls white. But nothing.

"Uh, Posey, I think we have a problem."

Posey sighed. "I figured it would be that kind of an issue."

"Would be what?" Sprout was completely mystified. It wasn't like he knew what all the forms of sex were. He had been a complete virgin until Posey thanks to his fifth leg of a dick. Yet here was Posey acting like being unable to blow a load was normal and not 'go directly to hospital' matters.

Posey slid her hooves down. "You know Sprout, I've been with many a stallion- temporarily thanks to them just not fulfilling me in the way you do. . .partially because they thought I was a bit crazy, but its the first time I've had one of them not be able to blow this lake of a load thanks to them getting way too excited."

Sprout cocked his head, letting a hoof of his drag down on the nearby glass wall of the shower, For a moment he could see the bathroom outside and then the glass fogged back up. "What does that mean?"

Posey grinned and probed and prodded his vegetable garden of a scrotum. "Seems like lefty and righty here got a little too big for their metaphorical bra and your fun little prostate got in on the action. . .ah there it is."

Sprout groaned as a new slight wave of pleasure hit him in a different location than his usual. He moaned into Posey's shoulder as a slow and steady wave hit his inner walls, his hair standing on end as he felt feelings he had only vaguely dreamed of due to how much quiet shame he held about them- his own glances at Hitch's abs, the perfect stallion egging on his flaming jealousy as he effortlessly walked around the Sheriff's Office. Everyone loved Hitch and his calendars.

And that included Sprout who had often holed himself in his closet, staring at each month of the calendar, imagining Hitch's hooves running over his body and, in a brief moment of weakness, Hitch entering him like a mare and them embracing in a heated tangle of lust and desire that no Canterlogic programming would break.

Sprout screamed in pleasure as the longest orgasm finally hit, his body aching as his core tried to pump gallons of white hot spunk out as fast as possible. He waved on the edge of sanity as he gripped onto Posey like he was a drowning stallion afraid to fall under the waves. He could feel pressure as both of their middles fought for space- hers winning as his seed catalogue went straight into her fertile lands and he rocked back and forth as he let the orgasm pass- a minute turning into fifteen as he finally lay his head back.

He sat there, letting his eyes readjust to the light. He heard the sound of the drain go into overdrive as it tried to save the bathroom from a flood. He looked at Posey, her stomach looking pregnant with quadruplets as she arched her back, a whimsical smile on her face.

"That was fun. . .and something most mares wouldn't be able to do." She looked down at Sprout's testicles and laughed for a good minute before speaking again. "You look ridiculous."

Sprout looked where she was lazily pointing and decided that yes, he did look a little bit stupid- due to his weeks of lugging around weapons of mare destruction and finally letting out a flood, his sack holding his prized family jewels looked like a half made tent, his bruised and battered nuts floating in a sea of skin. "What the-?"

Posey ran a hoof over Sprout's distended sack, each ridge and valley of his coin purse a new and fun location she had vaguely known about. "You had a massively enlarged prostate thanks to all your stallion bits going into overdrive. Be it magic, science, or a mix of both. . .I milked you like a prizewinning stud."

"By giving me a ball massage?"

Posey tried to shrug. "The other option was putting a hoof in your rear. I wasn't too sure how you'd prefer that- plus with how tight our shower was at the time, I had few options." Posey ran a hoof over her stallion's mane. "

Sprout cautiously got to his hooves and felt incredibly light as he let Posey take his spot in the shower. He felt so much lighter as he got used to not carrying around a whole vegetable stand of dong. "That feels so odd now." He turned to Posey and ran a hoof through her mane. "You need anything? Cause I think I'm going to go down and get some ice for these."

Posey tapped a hoof on the glass as she tried to figure out how she would deal with her middling issue. She imagined that getting all that out of her in the shower would end in a clog or some mess she'd have to clean up for later. Sighing, she decided that getting a heavy duty shower might be for the best just in case Sprout gets another fun problem like this. "Help me up."

"For what?"

"This, you attractive dummy." She pointed at her leaking predicament and sighed. "I'd rather not clog my shower."

"Ah." Sprout nodded. "My bad."

"We're totally getting a bigger shower. It feels cramped with two ponies in there. Especially with one of your talents."

"Posey. . ."

"What? I'm not kidding, you took up most of the shower. I thought I was supposed to do that."

***

Sweets sighed as she walked through the morgue. She had been called over due to the medical department getting a call from a concerned citizen that sounded like Sprout Cloverleaf. They couldn't be entirely sure due to the few payphones that Maretime Bay still had in nooks and crannies of random street corners not being connected to the cell data mainframe- the things were nostalgic and fun throwbacks that told of better and easier days.

The cameras had told the whole story and Sweets was not entirely happy that it was Sprout. Phyllis had swore up and down that her son wouldn't be caught dead in a place like that- he had little drive for bettering his lot in life and so the pink mare had thrown the three most obnoxious mares she knew into the least important job she could think of.

Election management. And Sprout had waltzed inside like a dumbass and decided that seeing the three ponies who had had violated him wasn't enough of a deterrent to waltz right on back out and drop this farce of an idea.

"Patch, tell me what happened." Sweets stared at the peach earth pony and grimaced at her wild and unkempt pink mane.

"Comparing their medical files from before the attempted electroshock therapy and after I see that the worst case scenario some doctor scribbled in the margins came true. The procedure was a hasty and unstable thing and it wasn't entirely Mr. Cloverleaf's fault that they had massive internal bleeding. Sugar Moonlight had been complaining of headaches and slight fainting spells in her correspondences with the medical wing and during the autopsy of all three of them, I found they had been having mini strokes and signs that their reconditioning was failing."

Sweets sighed. "I told Phyllis that it was a terrible idea. What so they had weeks or months to live?"

Patch nodded. "In the best case. They'd have slowly deteriorated until they'd have had enough brain damage they'd just turn into a vegetable or forget how to breathe. That's the problem with untested and new medical breakthroughs these days. You need to test it out before using it on even the worst kind of ponies. Honestly, I'd have prescribed a lobotomy. Sad." Patch pulled up the white sheet on Sugar Moonlight and sighed. "Sign here and I'll cremate the bodies."

Sweets nodded. "That's for the best. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to prepare for an election. . ."

Patch cocked her head. "Really? I didn't see a company memo we were having one of those."

"Just came in the mail. If Sprout wants an election chance, I'm giving him one."

Sweets cantered out, the thought of destroying each and every hope and dream of Sprout Cloverleaf running rampant through her mind. She had taken so much time and effort getting where she was and just to squander it in a show of elections was so disappoiting.

She'd fight tooth and nail to show Maretime Bay that she was the best option. Not some Cloverleaf hanging onto his name- actual change that could be seen and felt. She smiled. This would be hard and a complete pain- but a part of her found fun in rising up to a challenge.

And beating Sprout at his own game? That would be wonderful. And she always had alternatives in her back pockets.