Symbiosis

communion | kʰəˈmjuː.njən | noun
An act of sharing, especially intimate.

As I left the bathroom, I could hear her hang the towel back on the rack. Normally after this point, I’d head straight to my bedroom, grab whatever sleepwear was still in my closet, and just head straight to bed, soon to fall asleep dreaming fantasies of overgrown mares surrounding me. . . .

I wondered if Princess Luna really can peek inside my dreams. Immediately I wished I hadn’t thought of that; while it stood to reason that she could do the same with everypony, the thought of her seeing what went on in my head filled me with dread. I paused, and sighed – realistically, I couldn’t do anything about that.

But in any case, this wouldn’t pan out. First off, I hadn’t had to do several of my usual evening tasks that night; between Vardi and – what was her name again? – Knari, I had gotten a good chunk of my evening out of the way, and I was that less tired for it. Second, and more obviously, was what I saw when I entered my bedroom.

Leaning up against my closet door was Octavia Melody. She turned her head and saw me standing naked in the doorway. I reflexively darted my hands to cover my unmentionables, but I’m sure she peeked down there anyway. “Well hello, handsome,” she greeted me, her voice purring melodically, almost hypnotically. “I was wondering when you’d join us.”

I blinked. There’s more?

Immediately I turned my head and scanned the room. Past Octavia, against the far wall, was ‘Roseluck’ – no doubt Vardi under the veneer, waiting for me. To my right, upon my bed, was Vinyl Scratch, reclining on her stomach facing me. But I thought you two were an item! I wanted to conclude, but the thought never escaped from my mouth. So far I’ve met two different changelings in my home – who’s to say these two weren’t as well? Better go with that assumption.

“’Sup?” Vinyl arched her back up, seemingly showing off her rear – one considerably plumper than when I last saw her that afternoon, albeit clad in a pair of very skimpy blue shorts.

I darted my eyes away, but it wasn’t quick enough.

“Ah-ah-ah! I saw where your eyes went, dude!” She pointed at me. “Can’t say I blame you, though – it is pretty impressive, after all.” She reached backward, smacking it. “Crowd can’t get enough of this big, bouncing badonkadonk. Should’ve seen how wild they went when I split my shorts one night – heh!”

“A good number of her nightclub regulars attend just to see her dance,” Octavia added. “Her skimpy outfits lend well to the sight and sound of her – what was that phrase you use?”

“‘Throwing it back’?” Vinyl snorted, before turning back to me. “Yeah, and you should see her struggle to lift that cello with those funbags of hers.” Now that she mentioned it. . . yeah. Octavia did have a larger chest than I remembered. How she found a bra that fit was beyond me.

Which reminded me – I was still standing naked in the doorway at this point. I was just going to put on some underwear and head to bed, but it looks like that plan went out the window.

“Still stonewalling us?” Octavia had approached me and was now running her finger down my jawline – before descending down my chest. “No, no, that simply won’t do at all.” She pointed back with her thumb. “That’s her job.”

‘Her’? “‘Her’?” Just how many changelings did Chrysalis send me!? My second question went unasked, as my first was answered. My closet door, which Octavia had apparently been holding shut, opened up to reveal. . . a mare I hadn’t ever seen before.

Even in the dim lighting, I could tell she was gray all over – fur, mane, tail, the works. Then I spotted an amethyst-colored iris peek out from behind her mane, the one splotch of color to her otherwise-uniform monotony.

“This is Marble Pie,” ‘Roseluck’ introduced. “Pinkie’s much-shier twin sister. She doesn’t get out too much, both because she’s too shy and meek around other ponies and because her parents and other sisters need her on the family rock farm. Isn’t that right, Marble dear?”

“Mmm-hm!” She nodded, fully stepping into the room. Compared to Octavia and Vinyl, her build was much more modest – that was, until I saw her muscles: packed hard and tight against her frame, they looked like she could break a solid stone wall with a single well-placed punch. I figured Marble would have been jacked, given that she worked on a rock farm with her sisters and parents – or so ‘Roseluck’ said – but to this degree?

My thoughts were interrupted by somepony walking up behind me. Even without turning around, I knew it had to be ‘Lyra,’ coming back from the bathroom, so I stepped just past the doorway to let her in. What I didn’t expect was for her to hit her head on the top of the doorway. Had she. . . grown? Even without feeding off of me?

“About time you showed up!” ‘Roseluck’ told ‘Lyra.’ “So now that we five are all here – Etaoin, my darling, why don’t you have your pick of the litter?”

“You five?” I asked. “Or who else isn’t here yet?”

“Just us five,” she clarified. “My Queen thought it was excessive, allocating this many just for you, and on a hunch at that, but I figured having. . . let’s call it a menu in front of you would help you decide.” She swept her arm across the room, as if making a presentation of it. “Anypony catch your fancy? I know you’re smitten by most of them this afternoon.”

She strode up to ‘Marble,’ running her hand across the latter’s washboard abdomen. “This one was more of a gamble, but she was itching to get out of the Hive and meet you. Still, maybe a big, strong mare who can keep you safe while you sleep?” Marble flexed a bicep for me. “I bet you just want to run your hands all over this work of art. Or just watch her at work – lifting heavier and heavier loads, her sweat running down the grooves in her bulk, her muscles bulging bigger and bigger until you’re begging her to be carried to bed.”

Which transitioned nicely to my bed. “Or maybe lots of cushion for the pushin’? In many cultures, a big, fat booty is said to bear many strong young.” It didn’t help that ‘Vinyl’ wiggled it back and forth, trying to entice me further. “Pair that with some wide hips and thick thighs, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for a good night of passionate foalmaking. . . and they’ll only get bigger the more you breed her. Wider, thicker, plumper. . . .”

Nor did it help when ‘Octavia’ pulled me in for a very tight hug, her well-endowed chest pressing well into mine. “And all those young are going to get so hungry,” she half-whispered. “So a stallion would look for large, milky breasts like mine, only swelling up larger and larger with every foal you pump inside. And when all that’s said and done. . . why not help yourself to the fruits of your labor? Surely I wouldn’t let you go hungry either, hmm?” She ran a hand down the side of my head.

“I know what you’re thinking,” ‘Lyra’ interrupted. “‘How’s the weather up there?’” As I pulled my face from Octavia’s cleavage, she bent over at the waist to come face-to-face with me. “But I think you want me to stoop down to your level, hmm? Maybe boss me around? Tell big ol’ me what to do?” Now that she was down on both knees, we were the same height. “Or maybe you want me to pick you up, holding you in my arms as I stand up, and up, and up. . . get so big that I could let you ride around in my cleavage – ” she grabbed her breasts, squishing them into each other – “or somewhere else more intimate. . . .”

“Or maybe you’ve always had a thing for me?” ‘Roseluck’ suggested. “What is it? My mane and tail red as my namesake? My eyes green like the spring morning? The musicality of my voice? Whatever it is, if you’ve got your heart set on me – ” she put her hands on my shoulders, staring deeply into my eyes – “then I’m all yours, tonight and every night.” Then she took a step back. “No pressure. We’ve got all night, after all.”

Internally, I was conflicted. On one hand, I could feel my cheeks flushing red – being found out like this was embarrassing for me. Bad enough that it was in my home, but what if word got out? My reputation would be ruined! But on the other. . . a moment like this was exactly what I had been dreaming about since my adolescence. Five different mares, four of them huge in their own ways – busty! Voluptuous! Towering! Robust! – and with Roseluck at the center of it all, darling, dearest, ductile.

“Let me guess: you want to save me for last, don’t you?” she suggested. “A most delectable dessert to this five-course meal.”

Admittedly, that much was true. I admired Roseluck from afar, but I never thought of ravaging her as if she were some – ! Still, I should save her for last – it was tempting to take her first, but if her story of a dying hive was true, then I had better feed the others as well.

Eeny, meeny, miny. . . . I placed my hands on Octavia’s arm. “If I may?” But as I took my hands away from my nethers, my penis swung stiffly upward, striking her in the thigh.

“By all means,” she purred. “Do tell, though – what exactly made you choose me first?”

And that’s when I clammed up. The answer was obvious, to me if not to her, and yet it refused to escape my mouth. “I th-think we both know,” I eventually mustered.

“Come now now, use your words.” She grabbed my chin and tilted my head downward, down to her bosom. “You were doing so well, too.”

“Well, ah, I. . . it was. . . y’know. . . .”

“Oh, was it these?” Vinyl leaped up and grabbed Octavia’s breasts, giving them a firm shake right in my face. “Her boobies? Her massive fucking titties? Her super-stuffed-up milkies? Her honker-donker doinky-boinkies? Her fucking fabric-streching, wind-flapping, gravity-welling sex mounds?” She brought them in closer to me. “You mean you wanna get real up-close to these super-duper ultra-hyper motherfucking baby feeders?”

“Y-yes, those!” I eventually stammered out. Here comes that familiar burning sensation on my face. . . .

“Oh, my!” Octavia feigned surprise at my remark. “‘Yes, those’ what?” After I pulled my head out from her cleavage, she started leading me towards my bed. “What about me do you like?”

“Um. . . these?” I started to reach for her chest.

She pushed me away before I could actually touch them, pushing me right onto the mattress. Then she grabbed them herself, squeezing them tight, but otherwise keeping them out of my reach. “Ah-ah-ah. Tell me, with your words. Say it. Say you like my big boobs.”

I shut my eyes tightly. “I-I like your big. . . b-boobs.” Skies above, it sounded so vulgar. Why did this have to be so shameful?

“Oh?” She took her hands off, but bent over towards me, letting them hang downward freely. “And what, pray tell, do you want to do with my big boobs? Would you like to suck on them like a little foal until all the milk comes out? Would you like to be nestled between them, feel how soft they are from every angle, listen to my heartbeat as I cradle you?”

“Wait, I’ve got an idea,” Roseluck interrupted. “Ever fucked a pair of tits bigger than your own head?”

Oh, Vardi. “I mean. . . .”

“My my, Roseluck, that sounds like a splendid idea.” She turned back to me. “Would you like that? Would you like to stick your cock between my big, soft, jiggly boobs and ride them to an orgasm?”

Well, when am I getting another chance like this? I nodded. “Y-yeah, I’d like to do that. P-please.”

“Then they are all yours, good sir.” She lifted her still-somehow-bra-covered tits over my pe – er, cock and, rather unceremoniously, plopped them down right into my lap. Then she started lifting them up and bringing them back down, over and over.

In an instant, I lost himself in ecstasy. Just feeling her plush flesh against my swollen, aching member, with her sweat trickling down her cavernous cleavage to lubricate them, awoke something within me. At last, my base urges took the reigns, and I unconsciously started thrusting my hips into her breasts.

And as I did, I could feel something else – her breasts started getting bigger and bigger, softer and softer, heavier and heavier, almost like she was feeding off of my love and lust for her. “Woah. . . .”

She giggled. “Is somepony enjoying himself?” she teased. “You know, my tits are just getting so massive and heavy that I can’t even see your tip anymore. It’s just lost in this big, warm, growing mass of flesh.”

Somehow I liked the sound of that.

“Getting greedy? You want more?” She changed the motion of her tits, now side-to-side instead of up-and-down. “C’mon, keep rutting me, you beast. Show me how much you like my milkers. Make them as big and fat as you like!”

Maybe it was just my inexperience, but I couldn’t resist any longer. My cock stiffened even more at her words, and before I realized was was about to happen, I blew my load, right then and there, between her tits. Just past their looming mass, I could see it come out, in thick white ropes. My hips remain suspended in the air, with the throbbing of my cock being the only sensation in her sweaty and now seed-drenched cleavage.

The feeling, the ‘afterglow,’ if you will, was. . . interesting. I’ve never felt anything like it, even after my more strenuous sessions by myself late at night. Then I realized I had lost my virginity to a changeling – one disguised as somepony I was only acquainted with at best.

I didn’t know what to think of the revelation.

Octavia looked down – and giggled. “Was I really that good?” she asked him.

“Well, uh. . . yeah, sure, let’s go with that.” Better than just straight-up admitting a complete lack of endurance.

“Damn, look at that,” Vinyl mentioned. “You spurted your spunk all over my companion’s breastcrack and you’re still shy? Come now, drop it. There’s no need to keep secrets between us, dude.”

“Erm, still,” I stammered, “I f-feel like we’ve skipped a few steps between meeting and, y’know, getting busy. I, well, I was hoping to get to know each other first.” Perfect excuse. Nailed it.

“What steps? All I see is a stallion who just wants to get his dick wet.” While Octavia got her engorged, erm, funbags off of my lap, presumably to clean off the mess, Vinyl seemingly took her place. “We’ve established that you like yourself some big fat mommy milkers, but what about this thing back here?” She shook her rear, then brought it down on my legs. “Oops! Couldn’t find enough room on the bed for all of this big bubble booty.”

Normally I would be tired after just the one time, but for whatever reason – a fear for disappointing them? Or some untapped well of lust? – I found the vim in me to get back up. As did my cock, for that matter.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” she teased. “These big, wobbling cheeks are just so soft, like Octy’s boobies. You’d have to wonder how I even managed to get in here without busting up the doorframe.” She scooted over onto my lap, tantalizing me with the sheer weight and heft of her rear end. “You want this, big boy? You want this fat, juicy ass all to yourself? Come and take it.”

I started to get up, hard as it was with all that weight pressing down upon my legs. I noticed she was still wearing shorts – which, to be fair, was hard to tell under all that bulk. “Aren’t you going to – ”

“Nope!” She winked at me, sticking her tongue out. “You want this ass so badly, you gotta take it all by yourself. Go on. Pull my booty shorts off.” She smacked them with both hands. “I know you wanna.”

I yanked my legs out from under her. Then, I grabbed the hem of her shorts and tried tugging it down, as hard as I can.

They didn’t budge.

Vinyl just chuckled. “Ass so fat you can’t get them shorts off,” she remarked. “But don’t give up. Really put some muscle into it. Rip ’em off if you gotta. Just do it already!”

Rip them off, got it. This time, instead of tugging down, I tried to pull them apart – but no matter which way I stretched or peeled it, it just wouldn’t tear. I knew denim was strong stuff, but this was ridiculous. “What gives?”

“Sounds like quitter talk to me.” She shrugged. “I’m sure there is a way to bust Lefty and Righty out of there.”

Wait. . . ‘bust?’ That’s it! I thought. If I can’t pull them off, I suppose I’d have to get them off the fun way. So instead of trying to rip them off, I left them in place and simply planted my face and chest atop her rear, wrapping my arms around it as far as they could reach – which wasn’t all the way around.

As I sank into her softness, my ears could make out some odd creaking. My hands could feel it too – her rump was expanding, growing, filling out whatever little space remained in her shorts. It was working!

And she could feel it too. “Ooh, good thinking, dude. With enough love and lust, I bet I could outgrow anything. . . .”

All the better for me! When one hand slipped out from one hip, I simply gripped onto just one oversized cheek, digging my arm into her burgeoning crack, which was now peeking out from the hem of her shorts. Soon enough, I started noticing a tear down one of the seams, growing wide and wider as more and more of Vinyl’s booty was revealed to me.

Then it finally gave. Each cheek, white and impossibly compressed, flooded out onto my mattress; the force shoved me back onto the bed.

“There you go!” Vinyl said. “Now that it’s out, whaddaya wanna do with it? Spank it ’til it turns all red? Stick your dick between the cheeks and let it do its thing? Push your way between them and stick it into one of my holes?” She tilted forward, sticking her booty high in the air. “Or something else? Whatever you’re thinking of, I’ve done it plenty of times before. I’m a real kinky bitch.”

Something about that last one just sounded right to me. After spreading her cheeks apart, I lined up my cock with her slit – and slowly yet surely eased it in.

This elicited a muted yelp and squealing from Vinyl. “Yes! Yes! Right there, that’s the perfect size!” And her tunnel was a perfect fit for me – perfectly squeezing me from all sides, with the right amount of wetness to help me along. I thrust myself forward and back, with the same vigor as with Octavia, back and forth, back and forth – and then she spoke up again: “Want it bigger?”

I paused. “Sorry?”

“You heard me, you doofus. Wanna fuck an even bigger booty?” She shook it from side to side, trying to entice me. “Big enough swallow you up, maybe? Just say the word.”

That was something I wanted to try, have wanted to try for a long time. In my fantasies, I often saw myself getting swallowed up inside ever-larger chests and rears, all with the constant chanting of the mantra “bigger, bigger, bigger,” as I couldn’t get enough. And here was Vinyl, offering up the opportunity to me on a silver platter.

And who was I to deny such pleasures?

The trouble was, it’s easy to fantasize about these things, but much harder to do them in the real world. “S-sure?” I stammered out. Same old Etaoin, can’t get his words out right, just like with the Wondertype. . . .

“That didn’t sound so sure,” Vinyl teased. “You really wanna mean it, mister? Tell me to grow. Make these big bootycheeks get even bigger.” She thrust back into me, making them vibrate. “Just say ‘grow,’ and I’ll grow. It’s as easy as that.”

I shut my eyes. “G. . . g. . . .” Why am I having so much trouble saying this one word!? “G-grow,” I eventually spat out.

And just like that, her rear just grew. Not by much, but it was still noticeable. “Only that much? C’mon dude, I know you want more than that,” she purred. “Get greedy. Demand more from me.”

It was settled. “Grow,” I ordered, more confidently than before. She had awakened something in me, something I usually kept sealed away.

With that, her rear became engorged in even more size and mass, shoving me further back. “That’s more like it,” she encouraged.

I picked myself back up and tried to stick my cock back where it came from, spreading her open just like before – and now I knew how exactly it felt to be swallowed up to my waist in soft, jiggly flesh. I thrust forward. “There we go!” she called out. “That’s the good stuff!”

“Bigger!” I demanded. “Bigger!” And each time I shouted that, her booty swelled and swelled, bigger and bigger, on and on and on, and all the while I was pounding her, harder and harder, on and on and on, I hilted inside her and she surged out more, expanding to where I was swallowed up completely inside that valley of cleavage, there was no stopping me anymore, my draconic greed had kicked in, I had to have more of her, more of her, more, more, more –

I felt that familiar stiffening of my cock, and I knew I was about to blow. “Hold on!” She gripped the bedsheets, and I loosed my seed into her depths, pumping spurt after spurt into her slit; all the while her rear never lost its grip on the rest of me. Then I collapsed onto her back, panting and sweating as I rode out that indescribable sensation.

Vinyl looked back. “Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. Great job, dude,” she complemented between breaths. “Haven’t felt that full in fuckin’ years.” She tried to get up, but found herself pinned in place by her now-massive ass. “Uh. . . little help, Tavi? I think I got too thick to move again.”

Again!?

“Very well.” Octavia bent down and grabbed Vinyl’s hands. “Up you go, you big baby.” Slowly Vinyl was dragged off of the bed, planting one hoof, then the other, on the floor. As she walked, I couldn’t help but see just how much her hips swung from side to side, how much each cheek jiggled and quaked with each step. Octavia took the opportunity to smack, then squeeze, the bounty of flesh behind Vinyl. “Mmm, now this is a proper seat – soft and plump, just the way I like it.”

Vinyl scoffed, groping Octavia’s breast. “Says the cow. – So who’s next for you?” she then asked me.

More? Even more? It soon registered that I had three changelings left to satisfy. Or to satisfy me? In any case, it was either Roseluck, Lyra, or Marble. Roseluck, saving the best for last. . . . I flipped a coin in my head. “Lyra,” I eventually decided.

“Yes!” Lyra pumped her fist. “Don’t you worry, master, Lyra’ll take good care of you!”

‘Master’? That’s quite an upgrade.

“Well well, would you look at that,” Vinyl remarked. “The tallest bitch in the room is throwing herself at your hooves, my dude. What’cha gonna do about it?”

For once, I had an idea. It was something I heard during my adolescence, but something I’ve never actually had. Once again, quite impossibly, my cock sprang forward. “This goes into your mouth,” I told her. “Now get to it.”

“Love that assertiveness.” Vinyl snapped her fingers at me. “You heard ’im – get to suckin’.”

And in that moment, Lyra locked her lips around my shaft. The feeling was a lot different from a vagina – that’s not to say it was bad; I was just unprepared for the feeling of her tongue running up and down and all around me. I leaned back, opening my legs further, making more room for her head to bob up and down. For once, I needn’t do anything – just relax and let her do all the work.

Roseluck whistled. “Not bad, girl. Where’d you learn that from?” Lyra tried to answer, but after a second of sputtering Roseluck stopped her. “Ah-ah-ah! Big fillies don’t talk with their mouths full.”

I could swear I saw her roll her eyes. Then Lyra seemed to redouble her efforts: I felt her tongue snake out of her mouth and start fondling my testes, licking them this way and that – I wish I could describe the feeling, but I fear the exact words escape me. Suffice to say, even ‘heavenly’ couldn’t do it justice.

Before I knew it, much sooner than I expected, I was about to let loose again. “Here it comes. . . .”

Lyra took this to mean she should retract her tongue and focus on containing the flood of spunk in her mouth. But as I watched, not only was she taking every bit of it without struggling – she started growing too.

With each thrust, with each spurt, with each measure of my essence I pumped into her, she spurted larger. Not just her breasts, or her butt, or her stomach, or her legs, or any single other part – she was growing every which way, turning into a giantess, bursting out of her clothes piece by piece, shreds of cloth littering the floor. As if she wasn’t tall enough for me! Eventually she grew to be as tall as the room was long, and her legs buckled to give herself more room.

“C’mon!” Vinyl cheered. “Make her huge!”

Believe me, nopony wanted that more than me. Still I continued to climax, still she continued to swallow, still the room continued to be filled with more and more green bulk. Even Marble had a hard time trying to push back against her assertive growth.

Just when I thought her knees would reach my bed, I finally ran out of stamina – and with that, she finally stopped growing. Enormous lips let my shaft go, and her head, now the size of all of me, tilted up. “That was great, Master. Thank you so much.” She moved in and planted a kiss that covered my entire chest.

“Wait a second,” Roseluck interrupted. “Open wide.” After looking inside, she nodded. “You swallowed every drop. Good girl!”

My eyes drifted over to Marble, but this time I was well and truly spent. I could give no more, not for a good long while at least. I even let out a yawn. “Think it’s. . . time we all went to sleep?” I asked. “I’m getting awfully knackered.”

“Yeah, you did feed three out of five of us,” ‘Roseluck’ commented. “I’d be tuckered out too; you did a great job tonight. C’mon, let’s all snuggle up.”

The bed was out of the question – not least because it was never meant for more than one. Instead, Lyra shifted her knees to make more room within herself – although in the process, I heard a hard thump on the far wall. “Oopsie! Sorry, Master – feels like my tushie’s getting too big for the room.” Not surprising, considering her hips were almost as wide as the room was tall.

Meanwhile, Octavia and Vinyl were nestling up around Lyra’s stomach, with the latter’s head in the former’s cleavage, positioned so their largest parts were facing into her – almost like a nest of flesh. Roseluck climbed down between them. “Here we go!” she told me. “Nice and warm and safe for you.”

I turned to Marble. “Not joining us?”

She shook her head. “I’ll keep watch,” she quietly answered, crossing her muscle-bound arms. “You just go to sleep.” Not sure why she would want to keep an eye out – this is a safer part of an already-safe town. But if it made her feel better. . . .

I shrugged, then went to join Roseluck, climbing over Octavia’s still-swollen breast and sort of letting myself drop into place. Conveniently, they were positioned in such a way that my upper half fit perfectly between Octavia’s and Lyra’s cleavages, with everything below my waist snug between Vinyl’s cheeks.

“Hold on.” Roseluck squeezed in between me and Vinyl. “Gotta leave a little wiggle room for me, silly,” she said, punctuating with a wiggle of her rump against my crotch. I felt movement from Lyra, and realized she pulled us all into an enormous hug. “Wake us up if you need anything, okay?”

I chuckled – then reached out and held her closely to myself, with my hands caressing her bare chest and stomach. I felt the softness of both her fur and the breasts, the gentle heat eminating from her, and if I focused a bit, her faint heartbeat as well. As I ran my hands over her, gently, almost absentmindedly, I could feel that same softness start to become amplified, as she started swelling out of my overall grip on her –

Wait. . . swelling? Oh, not you too Vardi!

But indeed she was; she had somehow tapped into a latent reservoir of love, namely my years-long crush on Roseluck, and in return was essentially giving me even more of her. By now she must have noticed my shock, because she briefly paused her expansion. “I knew I had you pegged for a hugger,” she murmured. “I could tell by the spare pillows in your bed. You want somepony to cuddle – here you go: all the Roseluck you can handle.”

And I? Well, I wasn’t about to refuse this, was I?

She didn’t say anything more, instead letting the growth of her body do the talking. Rather than focus on just the one part of herself, she went with a more balanced build: large breasts that I can cup perfectly in my hand; a plush rear where I could comfortably nestle my length (which was somehow swelling back up for the I-lost-counth time today); and everywhere else gained a notable layer of padding, making her an all-around perfect pillow for me to snuggle.

Like a teddy bear, only much larger than me and able to talk back.

Although her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, they were much more at home resting on her soft belly. Eventually she took notice: “Is somepony enjoying my chubby tummy?” she asked.

“Mmm. . . .” I nodded, my nose running through her hair. Vardi was right: I was a hugger. As much as I liked to be smothered under a massive mare, I also liked being able to protect the ones I love most – and yes, that meant chiefly Roseluck. It made sense, then to make her ideal for hugging – pillow-soft and pillow-shaped. Snuggled up in my arms just like this, while surrounded by other mares who had also caught my eye? A perfect evening, no question about it. Big spoon or little spoon? Middle spoon was the way to go.

I wished I could spend every night like this.

Once I was finally comfortable and and very much ready for rest, I murmured a “Good night, girls.”

I got a quiet chorus of “Nigh-nigh” from Lyra, “Good night, my dear” from Octavia, a muffled “G’night, dude” from Vinyl – and finally, a kiss on my hand from Roseluck. “Sweet dreams, darling,” she whispered. “We love you.”

Content, I closed my eyes. It used to be that a scenario like this could only happen in my head, that it was impossible even for magic to conjure. Yet here I am, surrounded by changelings, adopting the appearances of those I gravitated to most, gradually teasing me out of my shell, getting me to shed my inhibitions, rewarding me for blindly pursuing my wants.

I snuggled deeper into Octavia’s cleavage, letting the gentle thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump of her heartbeat, coupled with Roseluck’s, lull me off at last to sleep.

This is nice.