Getting Out of Hoof

“You ready, honey?” Shining asked, lightly caressing his wife’s lower leg.

Peering down at him, Cadance scrunched her snout. “No, not really, but it’s not like I can change my mind now…”

She’d ended the day prior on a high note, hopeful that her growth had finally halted and optimistic about the outfits Rarity was crafting for her, yet the day had started on a sobering, unfortunate note. Not only was she taller than ever, with the top of Shining’s head barely reaching her knees, but her girth had nearly doubled. Her rounded belly and mountainous udders rested a hair’s breadth from the floor, with the latter being pressed back between her hind legs, making it extraordinarily awkward to walk.

“Did you send another scroll to Twilight?” she huffed.

“Sure did,” he chirped. “I haven’t heard back from her yet, so my guess is she’s still busy with whatever friendship problem she’s dealing with.”

Petulantly stomping her hoof, she snorted as his magical aura enveloped her. “Wonderful…”

Things were seriously getting out of hoof. Rarity was a skilled tailor, she had no question of that, but she couldn’t see how things weren’t going to go poorly. She was bigger than ever, the measurements from yesterday were essentially worthless, and it seemed impossible that the garments which had been made for her would fit - in short, she fully expected the day to be disastrous. Closing her eyes and keeping her hooves crossed, she was sorcerously whisked from her room and to the boutique - at least that’s where she’d thought she was going.

She opened her eyes and blinked rapidly. Instead of being surrounded by clothing racks and mannequins adorned with attire, she found herself in a spacious, entirely unfamiliar room. The chamber was nearly vacant, save for a large, heart shaped bed, several standing lights, and a tripod mounted camera resting nearby. Turning her attention over to her lover, she grimaced.

“Shining…” she began, letting the unspoken question hang.

Stepping aside and beaming up at her, his cheeks going red, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah - uh - Rarity asked if we could meet her at Photo Finish’s studio,” he uneasily replied. Seeing her brow furrow, he shook his head and waved a forehoof. “D…don’t worry! Rarity promised nopony would be here but us! She said that there was more room here for -”

“For my bulk?” Cadance interrupted, peaking a brow.

“More room for you to be comfortable,” he hastily clarified. “I would have mentioned it earlier, but I didn’t want the sudden change of plans to make you more anxious than you already were.”

Less than pleased by his misdirection, but realizing he’d made a good point, she turned her nose up. “I’ll remember that little omission the next time I -”

“There she is!” a familiar, cheerful voice announced.

Cadance turned toward the source of the noise and spotted Rarity trotting in with a wheeled trunk in tow. She’d momentarily toyed with the idea of teleporting herself back to her castle, if only so she could hide away in her room with a tub of ice cream to console herself, but that thought went straight out the window. Forcing herself to smile, she shifted uncomfortably and faced the approaching unicorn.

“Rarity, it’s so good to see you again,” she nervously chirped.

Stopping just short of the titanic alicorn, Rarity happily hummed to herself and brought the trunk to a halt. “Good to see you too, darling - same for you, Shining. I presume your morning is off to a decent start?”

“Well - um - it could be better,” Shining timidly chuckled, giving his wife a wide berth and trotting around to greet the couture.

Doing her best not to frown, Cadance sighed. “It could definitely be better. I’m sorry in advance if the outfits you fashioned don’t fit.”

Rarity reared back and held a hoof to her chest. “Darling, you wound me to the quick. After I saw how immense you were yesterday, I took several precautions to ensure your apparel would fit you perfectly.”

“Even though I’m this big now?” Cadance countered.

Giving a nod, the seamstress patted the trunk. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t account for such a possibility ~ did you? Actually, no, don’t answer that. Simply see yourself into the fitting area and try on the dress - it’s the top piece of apparel inside.”

Cadance looked around and noticed a drawn curtain in one corner of the room. While she couldn’t be completely sure, it looked as though Rarity had fashioned a place for her to change - that or Photo Finish was used to accommodating clients who were substantially bigger than average ponies. As she looked between her lover and friend, seeing them expectantly beaming up at her, she hung her head and sent power into her horn.

“Just give me a minute,” she grumbled, shooting Shining a dirty look while she turned and began hauling the trunk behind herself.

The way she saw it, one of two things was about to happen: she was either going to fruitlessly try to squeeze into something that was several sizes too small for her, and make an ass of herself in the process, or by some miracle she’d have some new duds. Realizing that neither Rarity or Shining would be pleased if she didn’t at least make an attempt, she begrudgingly stomped behind the curtain. If things went as poorly as she thought they would, there was no way she was going to leave her room until Twilight was free to help her undo her affliction.

She swung the trunk open and was met with a sea of turquoise fabric. As she levitated and unfolded an absolutely beautiful dress, replete with embroidered hearts and sequins, a lump formed in her throat. The gown was stunning, one of the prettiest she’d ever seen, and it hurt her soul to know she wouldn’t fit in it - still, a promise was a promise. Having plucked a matching undergarment from beneath the article, she took a deep breath to steady herself.

As per the standard, the bra and panties were a single garment that would cover her tush, marehood, and bosoms - at least that’s what the apparel was designed to do. She cocked a hind leg, stepped into the garment, then mirrored the process. The fabric slid up her fetlocks and toward her thighs, moving closer to her gargantuan breasts, and she looked away. She could feel the cloth stretching and creeping over her thighs until something strange happened.

The waistband of the underwear bumped against the dock of her tail, causing her to start. She’d fully anticipated the article getting caught on her ass, unable to cover her rear, yet that wasn’t the case. Turning and looking back at herself, seeing the cloth clinging to her monumental tush, she cocked her head to the side.

“Huh…”

As unbelievable as it was, she’d somehow managed to get the thing on without ripping it to shreds - nevertheless, she wasn’t about to get her hopes up yet. After slipping her tail through an opening just beneath the waistband, she shifted her focus to the bra part of the garment. Handling her brobdingnagian backside was one thing, but being able to handle her tremendous tits would be quite another.

She pulled on the fabric with her magic, brought the cups beneath her bosoms, and hauled the apparel into place. Stunned by what she beheld, her eyes widened in shock, her jaw nearly hit the floor, and her heart skipped a beat. Her gargantuan bust wasn’t simply lifted and held by the garment - no, it seemingly disappeared beneath the soft cloth. Hastily adjusting the article into position, she turned her head from side to side to look back at herself.

The garment did more than just make her more presentable - it made moving around significantly easier. No longer having to deal with a pair of titanic breasts being squished between her thighs, she trotted in a small circle. It was a miracle made manifest - so much so that she could scarcely believe it was working as Rarity had promised.

Either she was going insane or the undergarment had somehow hidden her breasts entirely. She had no doubt that her breasts were still there, feeling the grace of fabric on her teats, but it was like they’d simply vanished! Looking around for a mirror, yet finding no such thing, she cleared her throat and looked to the curtain.

“Rarity, is there a mirror back here?” she called.

A brief pause ensued, followed by whispering, before Rarity replied. “I’m afraid not, darling, although there’s one out here by the camera. Once you’ve finished changing, you can come and inspect yourself more easily!”

Cursing beneath her breath, Cadance pursed her lips. Rarity was no fool, so she wouldn’t be surprised if the guileful unicorn had intentionally moved the mirror before she’d arrived. Seeing as how she was already half-finished with the endeavor of getting dressed, she swung her attention over to the dress floating beside herself. Buck it - seeing as how the panties had managed to not only contain but conceal her udders, maybe the gown would be just as impressive.

After wriggling her way into the dress, she was absolutely blown away. The gown, much like the undergarment, fit her like a mystical glove. While she couldn’t fathom how the ensemble worked, she was reduced from a gravid behemoth to a slim, trim amazoness by the mythical attire. The only parts of her which hadn’t been affected were her towering stature and her prolific posterior, though she wasn’t about to complain about either.

With a flowing skirting and hem that came just to her fetlocks, the dress was a work of art. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but the springy fabric was embroidered with traceries and small designs along its length. The material alone must have cost a hoof and a leg, even if it hadn’t been enchanted, and she couldn’t have been happier with it - that said, its slimming properties worked a bit too well.

Fully clothed, she discovered one small drawback of her attire. The gown and undergarment had hidden her gut and bosoms from view, although they’d done next to nothing about the profound size of her backside. With a waspish waistline and slim, trim abdomen, her ass looked even more gargantuan than it had before. While she wasn’t as unseemly as she’d been prior, she would still be turning heads wherever she laid hoof.

“Almost done, honey?” Shining loudly asked, causing her to start.

She couldn’t have been happier with just how well things were turning out, yet there were two small snags - three really. First and foremost, unable to fully look at herself, she couldn’t be completely certain that the outfit was as perfect as she thought it was - secondly and just as prudently, she needed to get some input from somepony other than herself. Wheeling around and trotting out, feeling much better than she had minutes before, she revealed herself.

“Darling,” Rarity gasped, holding a forehoof to her muzzle, “you look absolutely splendid.”

No less stunned than the couture, Shining stared at his wife in open awe. “Holy moly!”

Despite herself, Cadance felt blood rush to her cheeks. “Come on - don’t act that surprised.”

She slowed to a halt as her friend and lover cantered over and started circling her. Seeing them beaming up at her, their eyes playing over her figure, she smiled. They couldn’t be that smitten with her - could they? Shining fawned over her regardless of how she looked or felt, as proven by the last two days, but she was taken aback by just how elated Rarity was. Waving them away, she scanned the room.

“It’s right over here,” Rarity noted, realizing what the Princess was looking for. Running to and behind the camera, she retrieved a standing mirror from the wall and carried it over. “Let me just - Ahem - ensure everything is fitted properly…”

Cadance remained where she was, allowing the couture to inspect her work. While she’d anticipated Rarity wanting to see how she looked, she was unprepared for just how meticulous the unicorn would be. A small tug here, an adjustment there - tittering all the while, the seamstress gleefully ensured the articles were perfectly seated on her frame.

Staring at her reflection, Cadance’s smile broadened. She hadn’t looked bad when she was bigger - far from it in fact, but seeing that she could now go out and about without looking like a plus-sized porn star was uplifting as all get-out! She turned in place, inspecting herself from different angles, and giggled like a school filly.

The outfit was snug but not uncomfortably so, accentuating her curves and complimenting the colors of her coat, mane, and tail. She really did look incredible in the gown, even if it was a bit more provocative than she would have liked. Turning in place, getting a better look at her backside, she swallowed hard when she noticed just how selective the garment was with concealing her full size.

While her bust and belly had been magically hidden, her tush was another matter entirely. Nearly as wide as an apple cart, looking almost comical compared to the rest of her, the curves of her hind quarters were massive. She wouldn’t be surprised if the tremendous, doughy globes of her ass could crush Shining with ease - a prospect she felt certain he’d happily volunteer to test.

Rarity flicked her mane to the side and proudly wiggled her shoulders. “I’ll take that reaction as a good sign.”

“Hey, Rarity, can I get a few of the photos of her - you know, after you’re done?” Shining asked.

The question shook Cadance from her gleeful stupor. She’d nearly forgotten her part of the agreement with Rarity, though she was definitely feeling more comfortable fulfilling it. Looking over, she nodded to the bed.

“I’m guessing you want me to get comfortable?” she inquired, swinging her gaze down to the seamstress.

“Eventually, yes, but I’d like to get a few of you standing as well. Shining, come stand over here - Cadance, if you’d be so kind, have a look over here,” Rarity instructed.

Cadance watched as the comparably little unicorn levitated a number of photos from beside the camera. Each picture was of a different pose, and many were from varying angles, giving her a better idea of what was expected of her. Much to her relief, none of the images were scandalous in the slightest. As she shuffled over and closer to one of the lights, she mimicked one of the positions she’d seen displayed.

With a forehoof held to the back of her head, she balanced on three legs and smirked at the camera. “Something like this?”

“Marvelous, darling!” Rarity exclaimed. “Hold that pose for me!”

Emboldened beyond belief, Cadance stood statuesque and let picture after picture be snapped. She’d never been terribly enthused about being photographed, nor was she a narcissist, yet there was a certain thrill evoked by the flash of the camera - that and the enthusiasm of both Rarity and Shining. The constant barrage of flattery and compliments from the two substantially smaller ponies did nothing to quell her growing zeal, emboldening her beyond belief.

She struck one pose after another, getting increasingly brazen and self-assured with each photo. Standing positions, ones which were relatively tame and ordinary, gradually became more seductive. Cocking her hips, lifting her waist, heavily lidded eyes, pouting her lips - little embellishments which elevated the shots from mundane to enticing.

Repositioning the camera, Rarity stepped back to better capture the Princess’ rump. “Yes, just like that! You’re a naughty little alicorn ~ aren’t you?”

Staving off the temptation to nod, Cadance had to willfully force her tail not to flag. Though she wouldn’t admit it, she was having too much fun with the entire affair. She was supposed to be a Princess, a stately icon that ponies looked up to, yet she was gradually losing herself to the exhilaration of the camera. Spreading her hind legs just a bit more than she should have, she watched Rarity smirk.

“Manifique,” the unicorn whispered, snapping one last shot.

With multiple photos having been taken of her, she ultimately moved onto the bed. Laying across the mattress on her side, she playfully bit one forehoof while cocking her legs for yet another shot. The entire experience was far more fun than it had any right to be, yet her enjoyment was shaken when she saw exactly where her husband was looking.

Peeking down at herself, she faltered. It was almost imperceptible beneath her dress, but there was a markedly damp spot on her panties. As she slowly closed her hind legs, reluctant to continue but not wishing to bring the photo shoot to an end, her inhibitions crept back to the fore. While there was nothing wrong with showing herself and her new ensemble off, she’d really rather not have a bunch of randy school colts using her pictures as perverse inspiration.

Having noticed the alicorn’s sudden shift in demeanor, or possibly by complete coincidence, Rarity stepped back from the camera and nodded. “I think that should do nicely. Now then, if you’re inclined, I’d like to get the other set started.”

“Other…” Cadance trailed off, reminded that there was a second garment waiting for her to try on.

She’d only gotten a small peek at the other attire she’d been given, although she realized it wouldn’t be nearly as modest as the dress. Pushing herself up and stepping off the bed, she glanced in the direction of the changing area. With half of the shoot finished, realizing the magical dress would have likely cost her a small fortune, she steeled her resolve and drifted over to change.

“Just give me a minute,” she remarked, seeing Shining going to follow her.

The last thing she needed was to have her husband hungrily eyeing her as she got undressed. Considering his stallionhood was already peeking from its sheath, and that watching her strip would do nothing but get him more turned on, it was for everypony’s good that he gave her a bit of privacy. With the curtain drawn behind her, she carefully removed her attire and was instantly reminded of why she’d gone to Rarity for help.

As the dress slid down her frame, her belly steadily appeared and hung heavily beneath her. The weight had been there while wearing the gown, so she didn’t feel any different, but the sight of her huge stomach and curvaceous hips evoked a strange mix of emotions. She’d been hesitant to say it in front of Shining, lest he encourage her to stay as large as she was, but a part of her actually liked being big.

Now freed from its confines, her vast belly was left in full view. Easily the broadest part of her, countered only by her derriere, the taut hide of her abdomen graced the floor with each heavy breath she took. Even with her unnatural height, it would have been impossible for anypony not to know she was incredibly pregnant - then again, that really wasn’t a problem.

There was something about maternity that was weirdly comforting, like she was fulfilling some primal purpose, and she truthfully wasn’t opposed to staying her current size. The only reason she had a burning desire to return to her typical state was to avoid an absolute onslaught of questions from her guards, the castle staff, and the residents of the Crystal Empire. While she was aware that there were some mares in the world who would love the attention from hundreds, if not thousands of ponies, she wasn’t one of them.

Peeling the bra-panty combination off herself, her breasts spilled into the open. Like twin, pillowy mountains of flesh, each bosom was driven back by her stomach and pressed to her thighs. Her ass and stomach were still bigger than her bust, but her tits were definitely one of the more salacious parts of her figure. Her udders, each capable of producing gallons of milk a day, were as functional as they were eye-catching, and she had no doubt that there’d be a great many stallions ogling them if she were to go out in public without having them covered.

Focusing on the task at hoof, she neatly folded her dress and undergarment before going over to the chest and peeking inside. Leather - heaps of black and red leather met her eye, making her pulse begin to race. She’d only ever worn, let alone owned a single piece of naughty negligee, so she gnawed her lower lip at the prospect of modeling a second one.

“Ok, Cadance, you can do this,” she whispered to herself, lifting the scandalous attire out of the trunk.

A promise she had made, and a promise she would keep - at least that’s the justification she consoled herself with. Replete with a corset, crotchless panties, a choker, leggings, and a bra, the outfit would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. As long as Rarity promised that any pictures would stay between them and Shining, everything should be alright - should, but she was still a bit anxious about the entire endeavor.

Piece by sinful piece, she dressed herself with the naughtiest, most alluring outfit she’d ever worn. Even though nopony could see her, she blushed as she wiggled herself into each article. With the leggings pinching the supple meat of her thighs, she moved on to the rest of the outfit. She slowly exhaled and lifted the next piece of the ensemble to her midsection.

Getting the corset on was a struggle in several ways. Magically holding the article to her chest, using the heft of her breasts to hold it to her abdomen, she looked over her shoulder to tighten the laces along its back. The thing did a darn fine job at hiding her huge, pregnant belly, but it was still very constrictive. With her lower torso bound, magnifying her svelte look more than ever, she levitated the final garment over to herself.

The panties and bra, constructed as a single unit, were exquisitely raunchy. Stepping into the undergarment, she pulled the fabric up and to her groin. It took a bit of wrestling her bust into the cloth cups, having to heave one tit at a time into the thing, but she was able to manage after a bit of grumbling and fidgeting. Drawing the waistband up and over her backside, slipping her tail through and into position, she peeked back at herself.

As with the gown and undergarments she’d just taken off, her amorous apparel miraculously concealed her tummy and bust - well most of her bust. Unlike mere minutes before, a sliver of her breasts’ extensive size was shown off by the undergarment clinging to her lower abdomen. Gone was the demure, innocent Princess she’d always been - replaced by a gigantic, slatternly dominatrix that would make any straight stallion weak in the knees.

“Rarity,” she shouted, “you promise that nopony will ever see any pictures of me in this ~ right?”

“As Pinkie would say, ‘cross my heart and hope to fry - stick a cupcake in my eye’,” Rarity yelled back.

Though the affirmation soothed her nerves the tiniest bit, Cadance didn’t leap out and reveal herself. It would have been embarrassing enough to walk out wearing something so skimpy, but the fact that she’d gotten more than a little turned on by herself made the juncture very embarrassing - exciting, but embarrassing all the same. She slowly exhaled, adjusted her attire, and slowly pulled the curtain back, praying neither Shining or Rarity would make too much of a fuss about her -

“Sweet Celestia,” Shining gasped, his mouth agape and eyes shooting wide.

“I told you she’d look ravishing in that get-up,” Rarity haughtily snickered.

Seeing Shining’s stallionhood growing steadily beneath him, and Rarity fanning herself, Cadance blushed harder than ever. She was used to getting her husband riled up, but she’d had no way of knowing her friend would get turned on by the sight of her! Curious and, much to her shame, aroused by their reaction, she slowly wheeled around, flicked her tail to the side, and leaned forward.

Rarity practically scrambled over, apparently not willing to let the presentation go to waste. Having wrenched the camera from its stand, she dove to the floor, leveled the contraption at the Princess’ crotch, and snapped several pictures. Laying on her back, taking shot after shot, she kicked her legs and almost maniacally laughed to herself.

Cadance would have been unsettled by the display, had she not been able to see just how aroused Rarity was. The dark, drenched flesh of the unicorn’s loins was on full display. There were few times in her life when she didn’t know what to say, realizing her friend was practically gushing from the sight of her left her at a loss for words.

“C…can you hike your leg up a little?” Shining bashfully inquired.

Looking over and noticing his fully erect endowment, Cadance grinned. She’d been opposed to showing herself off to Rarity and Shining, but that sentiment was changing at an alarming rate. It would have been impossible for them to fake their reactions to her, which gave her an idea - if they liked seeing her like this, traipsing about like a slutty not-so-little Princess, she was going to really dazzle them.

Letting Rarity take a few more photos of her, posing in seductive ways for each and every one, she eyed the bed. “Would you mind taking a few of me on the mattress?”

“By all means, darling!” Rarity chirped. “If you’re inspired to - oh…”

Before Rarity finished speaking, Cadance crossed to and stepped onto the oversized piece of furniture. With one hind leg on the floor, and the other braced on the foot of the bed, she turned her head and smiled back at the stricken unicorn. With as much casual grace as she could muster, she slid her torso over the bed sheets and proudly flagged her tail.

Shining’s length slapped excitedly against his belly, while Rarity reached back between her legs to rub herself. Ordinarily speaking, she would have been mortified to see her husband and one of her best friends openly getting off, yet all she felt was exhilaration. Igniting her horn, she magically caressed the dampened fabric over her winking, barely hidden marehood.

She would have never guessed she’d end up masturbating for a camera - then again, she wouldn’t have guessed she’d become a literal giantess. Boldly rubbing herself and switching positions, she succumbed to her budding exhibitionistic urges. Her reputation and good-standing with the public would be ruined if the photos ever saw the light of day, but she didn’t care - the only thing on her mind was indulging herself and her passionate provocateurs.

Within minutes, as Rarity flitted around her with the camera, she’d practically lost herself. As she pawed at her breasts and unabashedly kneading her snatch, a groan escaped her. She knew it was wrong, that she should have controlled herself, but the circumstances practically demanded she’d continue. It would be a different matter if Shining and Rarity weren’t practically self-consummating at this point, although that wasn’t the case in the slightest.

Shifting her weight over, she rolled to her side and directed her aura to her back. Pictures had been taken of her in her dress, and there’d been several dozen snapped of her in the depraved outfit, yet she didn’t have any capturing her full glory. She untied her corset, began pulling it free, and looked over to ensure the camera was trained on her.

As she steadily pulled the garment off, her belly practically exploded from her abdomen. Her weight shifted, pushing her onto her back, as her stomach rolled her over. The cool air against her sweat-streaked hide was refreshing, but she barely noticed it. Too captivated by the ravenous look on Shining’s face, she was stricken with depraved, divine inspiration.

She didn’t say a word as she beckoned her little stud over. Trotting over, Shining crawled onto the bed next to her. There wasn’t a pony on the face of the planet who knew her better than he did, so he instantly realized what he’d been called for. He gingerly rested a forehoof on her abdomen, stood on his hind legs, and started peeling one of her leggings off.

Undressing herself would have been easy enough, even without the use of her magic, but having somepony help with the process was deliciously useful. Presenting one limb at a time, she watched as he slowly and meticulously pulled off each legging. The look in his eyes, the sweat on his brow, and his turgid length smacked of a very pent up stallion, but that was hardly a bad thing - in fact, it played perfectly into her hastily laid scheme.

“Worship me,” she purred, drawing her tongue over her lips as she gazed into his eyes.

She wouldn’t dare ask him to do anything overtly sexual, but getting a few photos of him appreciating her wouldn’t be that bad ~ right? She sprawled onto her back, ignoring the creaking bed frame beneath her, and tittered. This was so lewd, it was so undeniably raunchy, but she simply couldn’t help herself from relishing every glorious second of his affection.

Without skipping a beat, he flung himself upon her. Though he was a mere sliver of her size, comparable to a colt compared to a fully grown pony, he lacked none of his zeal. He clambered over her like a foal on Hearth’s Warming morning, caressing her as he went, until he was sprawled over her belly, though things took a rather unexpected turn.

Instead of facing her, placing his head on her chest, she found herself staring at his delightfully sculpted tush. She was a bit thrown off at first, having anticipated a kiss, but she quickly realized what he was up to. Feeling his hooves and magic tug at her undergarment, she stiffened. If she didn’t stop him, things were about to get much, much more indecent.

“Shining,” she began, hearing him chuckle. “Shining, you’re not going to…”

The fabric of her bra and panties was dragged from her groin, setting off a sinful domino effect of gargantuan proportions. She wasn’t sure what Shining expected, but he was flung back when her breasts erupted from the undergarment. Landing with a dull thud on her shoulder, he shook his head, set his brow, and stared at the wobbling, gargantuan breasts that had launched him away.

Glancing up at her face, likely drawn by her giggling, he warily smiled. “Can I - um…”

“Well they’re already out, Shining,” she sighed, tussling his mane with a forehoof. “Go nuts.”

He beamed up at her, righted himself, and clamored over her stomach and back to her tits. Each bosom was nearly as big as he was, almost as big as his torso, and he had two to play with. Diving into her cleavage, he grabbed hold of her panties and continued what he’d started. He squirmed and twisted from side to side, undaunted by the titanic tits he was sandwiched between.

Equal parts endearing, cute, and sublimely arousing, Cadance watched him strip her of her undergarment. There was no possible way he couldn’t see how spectacularly drenched she was, feeling her marehood winking and hungrily clenching on itself, which reminded her that he wasn’t the only one getting an eyeful. She looked around for Rarity, throwing her head from left to right, but there was no sign of the mare.

“A little wider…”

The soft suggestion caused her heart to skip a beat. Pushing herself up with her wings, she peered past her belly, Shining, and her bosoms. Standing just at the foot of the bed, with her camera mere feet from her groin, was Rarity. She couldn’t say what was worse, that one of her best friends was getting a very intimate view of her nethers or that Shining was doing what the couture had said - regardless, there was little she could do to stop either of them.

Staying where he was, Shining used his magic and dragged the panties from Cadance’s legs. He could have withdrawn, freeing himself and putting the bawdy display to an end, but he moved in the opposite direction. Bringing his face lower, he breathed hotly on her sopping-wet loins, drew a breath through his nostrils, and gave a shuddering sigh.

“You’re not going to…” Cadance and Rarity began in unison, as he extended his tongue and jammed his face into his wife’s marehood.

Cadance reclined and groaned, lifting her legs and smashing his head between her thighs. Everypony in Equestria had a threshold, a point at which their lust outstripped their better judgment, and he’d just pushed her past it. She was beyond saving, in spite of the flashes of the camera capturing every depraved moment of Shining eating her out, though she did make a mental note to retrieve the roll of film once they were finished.

Though she hadn’t encouraged or helped her husband, Shining had no such reservations. Feasting on her loins like it was the last day of his life, he drove his muzzle into her silken depths. It may have been her imagination, but the sensual assault felt better than usual. Maybe it felt fantastic because she was being watched, or possibly her enlarged physiology had increased the size of her g-spot - regardless of the exact reason, she was in heaven.

Unbeknownst to her, Rarity was having an absolute ball. Having lowered her head, she got an up-close view of the action while she feverishly rubbed her clit. Along with her hoof, the blue glow of her magic probed her depths and tweaked her delicate nipples. As she became increasingly engrossed with the display, the camera in her sorcerous grasp drifted to the floor.

Whimpering uncontrollably, subconsciously using her magic to drive Shining deeper, Cadance writhed atop the mattress. He was an absolute animal! Even though he was positively tiny compared to her, her husband used everything he had to please her. His hooves, his sorcery, his tongue - there wasn’t a tool at his disposal which went neglected. She momentarily lifted her head, looked downward, and saw the every end of his tail emerging from her cleavage.

Laying there and enjoying herself, sensing herself getting closer to a climax, she called upon her arcane might. While she could have allowed Shining to finish her off, that simply didn’t feel right. He was her husband, the stallion whom she’d given her heart to, so it was only right that he got to cross the finish line along with her. A soft glow emanated from the valley between her breasts, as the stallion was freed from her bosoms and lifted into the air.

He resisted momentarily, kicking his legs and looking around in confusion, until he looked back and to her face. Giving him the sultriest look she could muster, she waggled her eyebrows, spun him around, and gradually spread her hind legs. If he didn’t get the hint she was mutely laying down, he was either daft or too worked up to think clearly - mercifully for her, lowering his gaze to her slavering marehood, he instantly realized what was expected of him.

Touching down on the mattress, he reared back and locked his forehooves around her thighs. One definite benefit of her size was that he could easily make love to her in a missionary position, and he wasted no time doing just that. He stepped forward, kissed the tip of his stallionhood to her snatch, and sank into her depths. As soon as he hilted, having buried every inch of his shaft, he began pounding away with almost reckless abandon.

Her whimpers of delight cut through the air, pairing wondrously with his grunting and heavy breaths, as she was mercilessly plowed. He’d always been gentle with her, not wanting to go overboard or leave her sore, but that was the case no longer. Knowing he needn't hold himself back, he used every ounce of his considerable physical strength.

His flare ground against her g-spot, his abdomen beat against her winking, engorged clit, and his sorcery ruthlessly hauled on her teats, twisting and pulling on the almost hoof-sized buds of flesh, causing her to howl out in bliss. It was simply amazing. Her fears that being with a stallion so much smaller than herself were proven unwarranted - if anything, the rutting she received was one of the best she’d ever had!

Twisting her head to the side, a sudden movement caught her eye. The mirror she’d used earlier was sat to the side, long since abandoned, yet in its reflection she could see what Rarity was up to. Furiously masturbating, the alabaster unicorn gnawed a forehoof to silence herself while watching the lecherous show.

Though Cadance couldn’t explain it, the sight of her friend rubbing herself sent her skyrocketing towards release. Could she have been an exhibitionist all along? Was being watched always so electrifying? Had she been missing out on an entire world of sinful delights until now? Dozens of questions flitted through her thoughts, yet they were instantly crushed when a familiar warmth blossomed deep within her.

The sensation of her impending climax brought her to an impasse. Given where Rarity was, she had little doubt that the mare would get utterly drenched by a cocktail of her and Shining’s cum. If she didn’t stop now, wrenching her husband free and bringing the entire hedonistic affair to an end, everypony was going to get very, very messy.

Blindly calling upon her mystical power, she clutched Shining’s ass and forced him to fuck her harder. Rarity had chosen to watch, just as Shining had chosen to tease her, so it would be her own fault if she ended up trotting away a big soggy. With the breath hitching in her throat, passing the point of no return, she seized his pistoning, flaring length in her vice-like confines and dragged him into nirvana along with her.

It was impossible for her to tell exactly what happened, wracked with ecstasy, but she was certain Shining came first. He bellowed and snorted, painting her interior with his rich foal-batter, which undid what little resistance she had left. With her heart pounding in her chest, her marehood quivering, and her legs shaking, she unleashed a torrent of orgasmic, marish juices. While she was only barely aware of it, a soft whimper and muted wail of delight told her Rarity peaked at nearly the same time she did.

By the time everything was said and done, her prophetic vision had been fulfilled. From the tip of her horn to her hooves, she was covered in sweat - worse still, her thighs, groin, and even her fetlocks were slathered in her nectar. Shining panted atop her, resting his face against her underbelly while he fought to catch his breath, and Rarity - poor Rarity looked like she’d been flung in from a cyclone.

She lay at the center of the carnal carnage, the star around with everything revolved. It may have sounded crazy, possibly spurred by her euphoric, hazy thoughts, but she felt certain that she’d grown throughout the impassioned exchange. The hide over her belly was taut, straining and heaving with each breath, and her bosoms lazily dribbled milk onto the soaked, compressed mattress. She’d have a huge problem on her hooves if she had gotten bigger over such a short period of time, but there was little she could do - that would be a problem for tomorrow.

“G…good - Cough - heavens,” Rarity wheezed, shakily attempting to push herself up. Like a newborn fawn, totally soaked, she falteringly stood and wiped her dampened mane from her face. “Thank heavens I have a mop…”

Turning his head, keeping his still-twitching stallionhood entombed within his wife, Shining looked over at the soggy couture. “We’ll help ~ right, Cadance?”

Cadance wearily nodded and stared up at the ceiling, remaining sprawled on the mattress. Uh…uh-huh…”

The sweet, cathartic release steadily faded, returning her higher functions and ability to move. She could hardly believe what she’d done, yet there was nothing she could do to change the past. As Shining dragged his softening length from her, causing a small deluge of their combined jizz to dribble into the crack of her monumental ass, she heaved herself to the side and righted herself.

Moving in concert, the trio of sodden, euphoric ponies cleaned the studio from top to bottom with various, extremely practical spellwork. Photo Finish kept a well-stocked closet filled with cleaning supplies, allowing them to make short work of the nigh apocalyptic mess they’d made of the place. Though they were none too fast, giggling and slipping glances at one another all the while, the endeavor only took them a hoofful of minutes to complete - mostly due to their magic.

“Don’t worry about the outfits, darling,” Rarity reassuringly stated, wringing out the mop she’d been using. “I’ll have them laundered and back to you before the ball.”

“Ball?” Cadance parroted, rearing back. “What ball?”

“The designer’s ball,” the seamstress clarified, knitting her brow as she peered up at the mountainous alicorn. “Were you that tall earlier?”

Brushing off the question, Cadance focused on the subject which made her hair stand on end. “You’re not expecting me to go to this ball ~ are you?”

Rarity nodded and smiled, unphased by the Princess’ alarm. “Of course I am, darling! Considering it’s a mere week away, and that you have that lovely gown to wear, I’d love nothing more than to show you and my dress off!”

“Will there be snacks?” Shining inquired.

Cadance ignored her husband, leaned forward, and stared at the couture. “Let me guess - you forgot to mention this earlier?”

“I may have,” Rarity bashfully admitted, looking away. “It’s a small affair, only one or two dozen ponies at most, I assure you.”

Feeling as though she was between a rock and a hard place, Cadance sighed. Rarity really had done her a huge favor with the ensembles, and they’d just shared a very intimate moment together, so it simply didn’t feel right to refuse. A small party wouldn’t be too bad, now that she had something to wear, so she tamped down her reservations and nodded.

“Just send me the details,” she murmured, rising back to her full, imposing height.

Leaping forward and hugging the alicorn’s leg, Rarity squealed in delight. “Wondrous! I’ll send you and Shining the details and your tickets post haste!”

Cadance trusted Rarity more than almost anypony, especially given what they’d just gone through, but she was less than pleased with the prospect of mingling with what would surely be affluent ponies while she was so colossal. Feeling something running along her side, she looked over, noticed Shining affectionately caressing her flank, and frowned. It may have been her imagination, but he looked even smaller than ever. Exhausted, sullied, and lost to her thoughts, wanting little more than a shower and a nap, she prayed she hadn’t just made a mistake by agreeing to accompany Rarity to the ball…