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                   Sweetie Swirl Shorts                    
                        -by Frocto-                        
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            Hearth's Warming With Limestone Pie            
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Hearth's Warming With Limestone Pie
Sitting on a snowy log, a pony kicked her legs. Boots thick enough to choke a manticore crunched in the frost.
The pony, an earth pony, was trying not to think about this situation she had found herself in. And in contrast to that bulging earth pony physique, right now all she seemed to want to do was to look as small as possible as she did it.
Of course, this being Ponyville, there was plenty to distract herself with. With the seasonal onset of wintry clouds came a blanket of heavy snow that turned the land white - cottages poked up here and there, barely recognizable, while the surrounding woodlands had taken on a still, almost desolate sense of beauty to rival any green summer canopies.
A winter wonderland that reset nature's clock. Yet another tiresome holiday for these buffoonish town-ponies to celebrate... while she'd rather be at home chipping away at the veritable sea of rocks ever tirelessly brought up from the depths of Rambling Rock Ridge.
Yes, if she were home right now, she wouldn't... be here... dying of embarrassment... with him.
She sunk back into herself once again. Still not quite ready to deal with that particular stone in her shoe!!!
Limestone Pie, for that was who the pony in question was, once again sought about for anything at all to distract herself from this awkward encounter. Her eyes fell to the mug of Apple Family Hot Apple Cider™ clutched in extra-thick mittens, and she clutched it all the tighter, like her life depended on it.
She blew on the steam. She took a sip.
But as crispy and delicious as was, it wasn't enough to calm her frayed - no, still very much fraying - nerves... and she finally looked over to the pony sitting on the log beside her.
“The... Uhh... The cider’s... good.” That sure was a thing she’d just said, and delivered in that deep, scratchy voice it sounded all the more unlikely to break the ice between them. Like she didn’t already feel frozen over.
But goodness did he try nonetheless. “Mmhm! It’s soooo delicious! Super crisp and sweet~!”
She wanted to gawk. He didn’t seem bothered by her awkwardness at all... and that just pissed her off even more.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. Limestone violently jumped up from the log and threw her mug aside to point an accusatory finger at the slight pony. “My friggin’ dumbass sisters put you up to this, didn’t they?!”
She spun to face the woods, raising a fist. “Oh, I bet they’re having a laugh now alright, come out right now you dirt-headed mudmules!”
“Limestooonnneee!” he squawked, jumping up as well, doing his best to calm her down. But while a near-giantess like her had no trouble moving in her heavy winter clothes, a svelte little stallion like him couldn’t do much more than star pose. He managed a few blundering awkward steps towards her before he lost his footing and tumbled right back onto his log, clinging to it for dear life.
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
“Hold on, I - ” she began.
Then he landed with a thud and she winced slightly, only partially from his physical pain.
This was tough. And not just because a boy - a bat pony - was showing interest in her.
No... It was because this clumsy, airheaded bimbo of a pony currently flailing around at her feet was...
Exactly her type.
But let’s rewind a little bit. It was totally out of character for Limestone to be up here in Ponyville, after all - she’d have been perfectly happy living her whole life on the Pie Family Rock Farm if not for the meddling of her sisters... and nobody liked to meddle more than Pinkamena Diane Pie, after all.
Limestone could remember with crystal clarity each individual step she had taken to arrive here in this situation today - being told some snow-shifting work in Ponyville could use an extra set of muscles... the promise of hot cider as thanks for her work... but somehow that had turned into being invited to some sort of get-together in the woods, all the ponies gathered around a big barrel of hot cider and nattering on... Limestone of course sitting down by herself - as far from the group as possible...
... and then... and then...
One svelte little pink bat pony stumbling up to her, eager to say hi, looking up at the towering pillar of imperial womanhood now casting a very long shadow over him...
She gasped. She gaped. She sat, frozen, like a pony who’d just seen a skittish wild animal wander past. But her movements didn’t send him bolting for the undergrowth... To the contrary, this beautiful little creature hugging himself and shivering even in several heavy coats, seemed to have nothing but splendidly open radiance towards her. His face shone as he smiled up at her from his end of the log they shared.
Emphasis on looking up. She was already taller than most farm guys - the kind of fellas who were built like the plows they pulled - and this shorty had a ways to go before he was anywhere near that kind of ballpark. She had the little dweeb pegged at a few years younger than her... probably older than he looked but still definitely an age gap.
Wide, naive eyes, as glossy as they were misty, a pronounced, bow-shaped mouth, especially by pony standards, shoulders visibly as slim as any filly's even in that big jacket he had on... and a ravishingly thick lower body outlined in his skintight black lycra pants - thick thighs, maternal hips, big heavy booty...
She wanted to peel that jacket off and see if his chest was half as soft as the rest of him, if his belly was as perfectly made for raspberries as she imagined.
She'd never seen such a perfectly twinky little pony before. A curvy, flat-chested little bottom of a boy, looking ready to get snapped up by a sugar daddy at any moment.
Totally at odds with a giant, sweaty, clumsy powerhouse of a rock farmer! Even with thighs like tree trunks, a derriere made for (physically) stopping traffic and a pair of massive, head-crushing baby-feeders, Limestone was plenty intimidating to most. With her sturdy build and deep, gravely voice, there was a reason fillies like her usually ended up with the big, quiet stallions. Boys who you’d struggle to tell apart from the plows they pulled were often the only ones who could handle them!
It made her want to spit! Who said a swirly-haired pink bimboi like this would be better off in the arms of some Canterlot socialite who couldn’t even give him what he needed, huh?
... Well, her brusque nature just now had seen him faceplant in the snow, right? That was enough to make Limestone smack her hands on her thighs and clear her throat.
“Alright, let’s get this over with...”
She realized she'd been raising her voice to be heard over the wind, and Limestone snarled, forcing herself to start scooting closer to Sweetie Swirl on the log.
She raised her hips slightly, swung sideways and...
Wobble wobble wobble. Even in her heavy fur-lined coat, she still unconsciously gave Sweetie Swirl a show - big enough milk tanks still occupied plenty of space... and squirming closer on the log meant those XXXXXL sloshers came more than close enough to damn near knock him right back down into the snow. He hauled himself backwards in time, but it was close.
Shit shit shit. Damn nearly knocked the tyke out. Better say something quick to smooth this over.
"Hey! Watch it you brat!”
Perfect!
"Sorry!" he piped up, scooting back a little to make more room for her.
Limestone couldn't help but flash a half-guilty grin at that, of course. So what if those Canterlot floozies could lay claim to petite twink-daddies like this the rest of the year? Those girls sure weren’t around now... and here he was snapping to attention, eager to please and following her every order.
And besides... when he’d raised a leg just now to prop himself on the log, the little munchkin had gone ahead and given her a glimpse of something good straining down his pants leg... Call Limestone a pervert, but she never got sick of the way horsecocks looked compared to other kinds of folk. Just solid, submarine sandwich-sized tubes of thick, leathery meat with those blunt battering ram heads made for smashing open cunts and cervixes, bulging medial flares... and the massive growing heft of a heavy set of horse-nuts. Nothing else came even close, and she could tell even at a glance that just for being a girlyboi, this buttslut-lookin’ beauty was no slouch in that department. That was enough dick to impregnate the whole Pie family and then some.
Fuck. She was getting horny.
Right, that does it. She needed to get this over with already: explain her sisters had tricked him, get this embarrassing prank over with, then rush home and stick her biggest, most equine toy where the sun don’t shine... and do it all before she jumped this kid and got herself a one-way ticket to Canterlot Penitentiary.
Or turned into a stone statue?
She’d never really thought about it, but the rock farmer in her thought that was a heavy metal fuckin’ way to go.
"Now as I was saying..." she continued, cockily, looking back in his direction as she began to unravel her tangled web of thoughts... But when she looked down at him... she found that with his eager compliance to obey had also come an unexpected side-effect.
The horny little shit was staring directly at her chest.
"Hey now..." she began.
Yeah, this was where she'd normally burst out the riot act on a guy. After all, it didn't take much to wind Limestone up, and someone looking like they weren't listening was definitely good fodder for a trademark unhinged verbal drubbing, but...
Damn. He was staring at her tits. Like really trying to get an idea of the size of them in her coat. Driven that much to distraction he hadn't heard a word she said.
"Uah!" He finally seemed to notice she was staring and shot his eyes away to the side immediately. He froze, watching her nervously, probably expecting that same telling-off she'd been just about to give him. Everything about his body language said 'she's totally pissed at me right now.'
But Limestone just stayed quiet.
Then, clearing her throat, she reached for the jacket of her zipper. "S'kinda hot, ain't it..."
ZRRRRRPPPPPPPPP.
It came down. Limestone adjusted her shoulders as those bra-bursting watermelons suddenly were no longer restricted, totally redistributing their weight on top of a body that was positively dwarfed by them. Sloshing milktanks that would rest on her knees if she bent forwards even slightly now fell into their heavy, natural shapes, outlined clearly in her winter shirt. The material tightened and bagged up in all the best possible ways.
She let him stare, putting her hands behind her head as she fussed with her beanie. He stared open-mouthed, then finally collected himself.
"So!" she continued, as if nothing had happened, as if the biggest pair of juggs he'd ever laid eyes on weren't currently steaming in the frosty winter air.
“As I was saying, Mr., uhh...”
He immediately took one of her huge rough hands in both of his, really struggling to hold it all. It made her heart start pounding all over again. “Oh, yes, hiii~ My name’s Sweetie Swirl! And you’re Limestone Pie, right?”
“Yeah. Alright, Mr. Swee - nnnh...” So cute... Such a girl’s name... “Alright, M - Mr. Swirl, listen up... Those stupid sisters of mine think it’s funny to try to hook me up with guys or something... And I dunno what they told you, but I don’t need any pity, alright?”
She grinned and leaned over, pressing her forefinger against his muzzle. “And besides, m’sure a cute little piece of ass like you already has a filly or two waiting for him back home, right? Don’t go breaking their hearts fuckin around with other girls just ‘cause you’re out in the country, yeah?”
“N - No!” he shot back immediately. “It’s nothing like that!”
“Huh?”
“I mean...” He pressed his forefingers together, still looking shy. “Yeah, your sisters did tell me about you... and you sounded cool!”
“Huh?!”
“But if your sisters already found a guy for you, then...” He paused overly long there.
“You crazy? Heck no! They think just ‘cause we grew up on a farm I’m into the worst kinds of gross, flexing, sweating muscleheads that come around all thinking they can just hack themselves off a slice of pie, like I don’t have chores to be doin’... So super-sick of it!”
He looked back up at her, his smile slowly returning. “So... What kind of guys do you like?”
“Hrk - ” Shit. Limestone stared at him, hand buzzing in the absence of words, mind a flood of white noise. Yeah. That was a good question. Just tell him you jill off thinking about third leg-packing sissies exactly like him making you a mom, why don’t you?
But it was too late. Sweetie was smiling now, grin widening by the second. He stood up off the log, the cool calmness of his movements betrayed slightly as he steadied himself on her shoulder... then leaned over the seated giantess as she nervously met his gaze.
His misting breath caressed Limestone’s ear and she shuddered. Even in the frosty weather, even with her jacket unzipped, she barely felt the cold. “Come on... Don’t be like that... So what if you think your sisters were pranking you, heheh~ The interest is genuine...”
“Uhhh... Unh...” She squirmed.
Wanting to tap her chest, fingers dancing in the air over those teats for a moment, he finally settled on her collarbone. “And if you don’t like those musclemen... Maybe we can find something else you’ll go for~”
“Guh. Yeah?” she asked, still struggling to believe this magical little pixie was just about crawling all over her, thoroughly invading her personal space. She loved it.
“Totally,” he whispered, standing back.
Limestone set her jaw. “Yeah... Yeah, alright.” She stood up, sending snow cascading, and suddenly the height difference between them was being hammered through Sweetie Swirl’s skull again. She was just about brushing the bare branches above them, and could have fit his entire head in the palm of one hand.
Sweetie was grinning ear to ear as he watched her rise. He stood as well, clapping his hands together. “Alright! Where shall we go on our date first, then?”
And Limestone looked down at him from her elevated position, and this time it was her turn to slowly smile. “I’m a working girl, you little brat. And that means... I ain’t got time for a date. We’ll be skipping ahead a bit.”
He clucked his tongue, gasped, ran his fingers through his springy bubblegum hair. “Eep.”
“Yeah, that’s right... Now let’s see how much of a workout that little body can take.”
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
The overstressed springs of Limestone’s bed protested like the end times were upon them. They definitely couldn’t take much more of this!
“OHHHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK YESSSSSSS!”
“Eeeeeeek!”
“You got that GOOD DICK! UNNHHH! HOLY SHIT DID I EVER NEED THIS!”
Sweetie Swirl had never been through anything like this before. Limestone had had the right idea earlier when she’d figured him for the kind of boy fillies would wine and dine - those other girls would actually romance Sweetie Swirl before coercing him into drool-inducing makeouts and worse.
Her approach, on the other hand, would have made an experienced Canterlot streetwalker blush.
She was using him as her dildo. He looked tiny on that amazon’s big bed, on his back, shoulders tucked in, squeezed down into the mattress, while Limestone rode him with all her brutal rock farmer strength and then some... His only participation was to keep that giant slab of equine dickmeat pointed skywards, veiny shaft rock-hard despite any impressions his blushing and squealing gave to the contrary - the sissy little sissy loved this. Every inch of his pole was rigid as could be, and she milked thick jets of cum from him as easily as breathing, every twitch of her sticky warm insides around him like an invitation to let fly.
And Limestone put her back into it: the expression on her face was one of pure concentration, her brows crossed and her teeth grit as sweat poured out of her - despite the temperature outside still being in the negatives as the snow fell and the wind howled, together they’d transformed her bedroom into a sauna... not that it had slowed this goliath mare down one bit. Even when she was soaking wet, dripping, that body made for pulling carts and breaking boulders just kept right on going, fucking femboy cock until he felt like he was melting, until he was going crazy from ejaculations.
Combined with those tree-trunk thighs that still seemed almost spring-loaded even after 30 minutes of reps fucking him blind and... and... he wasn’t sure he was gonna make it out of here alive! Limestone seemed more than ready to use him until he broke!
“Again! COME ON, MORE!” she roared, finally gripping one of Sweetie’s ankles in either hand and pushing herself all the way down his shaft, planting her crotch fully on his belly... letting him see where his cock would normally be bulging a normal girl’s belly - but where her solid wall of abs kept him locked in place! And every time she so much as tightened her tummy it felt like she clamped down on him, forcibly milking his cum in a way none of those high society girls ever could have~
And he gave it to her. Sweetie Swirl mewled like a baby colt as he was made to offer up tribute to this mighty warrior Goddess... and his sloshing melon-sized balls gripped tightly to the underside of his aching shaft, as the endless orgasms continued to turn his brain to mush... as once again the sensation of semen rushing up his shaft blotted out anything that might have mattered other than plugging this lusty fucking mare!
“Ooooohhhhhh!”
“FUCK! YOUR CUM FEELS SO GOOD! GOOD BOY!”
She swiveled and scraped their bodies together, grinding on him as if she could get him even deeper than maximum length, as if pushing down on his pelvis might reveal another half-inch of womb-breaking cock... but mostly she just rolled her eyes back and sat on her throne like a queen, cumming hard and loud as his rocketing shots hit the back of her womb. “UUUOOOOOHHHHHH! YES YES YES YES! SWEETIE-SWIRLLLLLL!”
And when Limestone was finally done, it was like watching a felled oak go down. She keeled sideways, one thick leg going up in the air, geysering a sticky wombful of semen all over as she collapsed onto the bed. It groaned the loudest it had yet, looking for a moment like it might genuinely break... but it was built to handle her entire bulk on a daily basis after all. Sweetie couldn’t be more than an extra 10% on top of that.
She lay amidst the piled-up sheets and pillows, drenched in her own fluids, still oozing a steady flow of semen from her freshly-fucked hole, looking like some big mama bear in her cave. Her immense chest rose and fell, her fingers curling at the bedsheets, the aching between her legs momentarily died down, yet still perfectly capable of resurfacing at a moment’s notice.
“Mmmhhhhhh... Now that, I needed.”
Sweetie looked up at her, pausing to sweep his candy-coloured mane out of his eyes. He felt how she looked right now, although with a lot less huffing and groaning. He just wriggled into her side, naturally falling into the crook of her armpit. He felt snug and safe there, and smiled. "W - Wow... Yeah. You look pretty content."
It was true. For the first time since he'd met her earlier today, Limestone didn't look particularly pissed off about something. The edge of a smile had crept onto her features, hanging around even as she scoffed and groused at him for his comment. "Don't let it get to your head, kiddo! You weren't that great!"
A point she would have liked to persist on, but when Sweetie Swirl pouted she immediately groaned. "Ugh! Don't look at me like that! Okay, yeah, you did fine! Fine!"
"... Pretty damn good, in fact..." she murmured in a lower voice, looking away with a blush on her face.
"You did most of the work, though..." he said, smiling now. He pressed into her broad side, drawn to inhale the scent of her skin, taste her sweat. It was potent and enticing, like everything else about her.
"Hmph." She put her arm around him more tightly, pulling his pink body into her dark purple. "That's right, isn't it...? I was the only doing all the work, wasn't I...? And now I'm just so sore..."
And that was her cue to pull him away from herself slightly, and fold her biceps together behind her head, lightly pulling her melons up slightly in the process. She gave Sweetie Swirl a pointed look, which he returned with dim noncomprehension.
"Well?"
"Umm..."
"I'm waiting for you to give me a rubdown, dork! Seems like you were super eager to get your hands all over me back in Ponyville, weren't you? So dive in already!"
"O - Oh!" Sweetie's eyes drifted over her body as Limestone made a show of herself... She was practically snarling at him with the look on her face, but at the same time she lifted her hips slightly and swung 'em, making those huge tits and her thick thighs wobble in what she hoped was good enticement.   
"Come on, come on, don't keep me waiting...!"
"Yeah!" Sweetie hopped up, kneeling on the bed, stretched like a damsel... and ended up with his hands on Limestone's bicep, sizing up her muscles with avid appreciation. "O - Okay! I've done this once or twice before... although never with anypony this bi - "
"You sayin’ you can’t do it?”
“No! I will!”
“Hmm! That’s better. Get to work little man~”
“Ayayaaa...”
Sweetie Swirl's hands trembled gently. Soft as silk and gentle as kittens, they stretched out towards the indomitable fortress of womanhood that was Limestone Pie's body, touching down with virginal delicacy as if he hadn't just pumped a dozen gallons of seed into her... He recoiled almost immediately, stunned at her rigidity, awed by the sea of muscles shifting beneath her skin.
Limestone's body was perfect. Despite having such massive tits and a fat ass, the rest of her was forged like iron. He thought back to the array of gigantic boulders they'd passed by on their way in, and realized each one had at some point been shifted by this Herculean mass of muscle - perhaps once upon a time a lean and slender girl had stood on this rock farm, until arduous labours had swallowed her up and spat out the titan now before him, this Goddess who could crush rocks in her bare hands. She'd gotten bigger and bigger and bigger...
Just like she'd concluded earlier... Nobody could be blamed for thinking someone like this would be better off with a massive stallion... Buuut, Sweetie sure was massive where it counted. His thighs and ass might be as thick as any girls, but the brutal shaft hanging between those legs had surely worked her over good.
... That was probably the only reason why she didn't immediately start bossing him around when she saw he was taking his sweet time getting to grips with her. She thought he was having second thoughts as he danced his fingertips over her form, wondering where to start, but a single glance at his hardening cock showed her he was taking his time for an entirely different reason.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said with a scoff. Sweetie blushed at being caught.
"I'm getting there!" he fussed. "Auuugh!" That 'battlecry' was accompanied by throwing himself forward, grabbing on tightly, and putting all his inconsiderable bimboy strength into massaging the mighty mountain before him. He started on one bicep, working his way up her arm, finding plenty of knots for his attention... Limestone didn't have any particular workout routine, that much was obvious: she just lifted rocks! It made for a homegrown sort of power that was 0% show and 100% go.
But it also meant he had lots of work to do soothing her tired body, and Limestone's skepticism soon gave way to appreciative grunts and groans as his nuanced touches cut through her fatigue. Like a surgical knife, Sweetie soothed one tight, bundled knot after another and Limestone relaxed further and further, oozing limply onto the bed as her tension evaporated.
"Mmhhhh..."
She closed her eyes, shuddering as he worked one foot, then the other, finding nerves with his knuckles she hadn't even been aware had existed. Her legs were lifted, slung over his shoulder one after the other, the tiny boy having to make do wrapping his arms around either one as he massaged her with his chest as much as his arms. He left little kisses as he went that made Limestone toss her head and moan, then death-glare at him... but also make no effort to stop him. "Ahhh... Ohhh..."
But in addition to chest and arms, one other part of him was soon joining in on the massage, rubbing against her thick thigh as he handled her calf up above. By the time he was done, Sweetie Swirl was at full erection all over again. Limestone glimpsed it, and for a moment shock painted her usually-calm features. But she reminded herself 'of course that would happen,' and thought nothing of it, instead pretending to be too sleepy to have noticed at all. She did spread her legs slightly apart in response though, plump pussy lips peeling just enough to allow entry. She'd gulped down most of the semen he'd fed into her pussy by now, but her lower lips still looked rather teased and red, and the smell of raw fucking was still extremely heavy around her body.
She just saw it all as extra incentive to the bait, hoping he'd take her again.
And Sweetie Swirl did hang about there above her for a moment... one hand still resting on top of the knee crooked over his shoulder, his other pink arm dangling lazily by his side. His erect, leaking cock lay on top of Limestone's belly, reaching to her breasts even on such a large woman... the distinctly broad, blunt shape of a pony cock - like a long, thick stack of half a dozen or more Manehattan cider cans - making it look extra heavy resting on top of her, and extra obscene protruding from such a waifish, tight-bellied, flat-chested body.
He had a dumb pout on his face as he looked down at the gaping pussy angled upwards to receive the cock dropped on top of it... Limestone's angled hips giving her desire away even as they lightly rose and fell with her breathing. He looked the perfect picture of a horny himbo lost in thought, with his fluttering eyelashes dragged low in a rut-driven femboy heat, his upper lip curled back to flash his teeth, his nostrils flared, his bedroom eyes full of want. He tossed his bubblegum hair back, wiped the sweat from his neck and... angled his hips too. Just a little. Just enough to make wet, slippery, sloppy sounds as he pressed the head of his cock against Limestone's pussy, a flash of tension and ache shooting through his member as he was reminded he was still barely done with their last fuck... But he wanted more!
He spent a moment teasing her hole with his flare, letting the stickiness of her pussy take some edge off the mindmelting sensation. He stared off into space, still pretending like this was all an accident and he had no idea what his hips were doing, but that lovestruck expression and his trembling, parted lips told the whole story.
He got a little too preemptively excited and fired off a rope before he was even in. "Gnnnhhh!" groaned Limestone, still keeping up the act on her end as much as she could, albeit more poorly now after the quickshot precum blasting.
"A - Are you having fun...?" Sweetie asked in a hopeful voice, his aching cock still poised at the stable door, driving Limestone mad...
And she decided enough was enough. She gave him a look so dark and dirty it was like her whole good mood had never even happened... and suddenly both those immense rock-crushing thighs were closing together behind his back, locking into place. "Not yet I'm not!"
Then she closed her legs, crossing them and dragging him forwards. Sweetie whined long and high-pitched as he was pulled into her pussy, the first foot of equine shaft vanishing in a moment, medial ring and everything, and then he lost his balance and fell onto her breasts... Limestone's mouth was inches from his ear and she laughed darkly, finding his ass with her heel and pushing down, coaxing him to move.
He got the picture. He smiled as he got his hands underneath his body to raise his chest a little. Sweetie tossed his head and started to thrust, taking a much-deserved lead... that was exactly what Limestone had been hungering for since she'd first laid eyes on him. Pump pump pump, just like he had all those adorable Canterlot floozies... Now he was gonna give the same treatment to a ribald farmgirl, his plump butt rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he did his best to show Limestone exactly what he could do.
"Ohhh... Mmmh, fuck yessss, get that pussy, boy... Get in me..."
Sweetie Swirl actually felt a wave of forehead-moppin' relief wash over him from the first faint "Unh!" that escaped from Limestone's mouth. And that rosy feeling only grew as her appreciation got more and more vocal with time.
He felt tiny, a pony on the mountaintop. His soft body meeting chiseled, shifting muscle every which way he went - rocky hands rising up to meet him, plunging the intrepid explorer into sweat-soaked canyons... Every second spent atop this extension of the earth was one in which she might crush him into fine powder on a whim.
But for all that breathtaking hardness... there were still two parts of her that were just as soft as any other woman. The breasts boughing up his head were gentle and cushioning, and all the more wonderful for being part of this statuesque Amazon... and of course the place that had warmly accepted him between her legs. That part most of all was a reminder that this wild beast was a woman, who wanted to be loved like a woman, and clung to him much like any other woman would... wrapping her sensuous limbs around him, weakly mewling his name in his ears. Just a little reminder that while she was strong enough to lift him a dozen times over with one hand, he could still leave her breathless and whimpering with a few strokes of his pole, and have her thank him for it~ If there was a greater ego-stroking to be had here than that... he sure didn't know what it was!
Although maybe he stroked it a little too much in the end. Limestone Pie put her hand around the back of his head, giving his mane a firm tug that pulled their faces just inches apart. "Don't like that look in your eye, kiddo... Don't think this is anything but a privilege, I can still flip your twink ass over and ride you till that giant fuckin' dick falls off..."
"Eek!" he squealed, aghast, and it was exactly the response Limestone had wanted to see.
"Yeah... That's damn right. Don't forget who's in charge here...! A big girl needs a fat cock... So I just gotta make sure you stay good and follow orders, don't I?"
She blew her hair back, looking muddled, but happy with herself. She was more used to just grabbing something she wanted without a single word, but it looked like she could bumble her way through the basics of fucktalk at the very least. Sweetie would've given her a thumbs up if it wouldn't have ruined the mood.
"Mmmhhhhh... Now... Get back to it..." She reflexively tightened her pussy, putting muscles he'd never have even guessed mares had to work dragging his cock inside of her, suctioning him so hard he gasped out loud as his hips clapped against hers with no input whatsoever from himself. She was full of surprises.
Sweetie looked at her with newfound approval and appreciation... This mare was something else alright, and he knew more than ever he wanted to see her again after this. He was beaming so brightly that Limestone felt like she needed sunglasses as he swiftly got back to tapping that ass, steel-hard horsedick back to what it did best... stirring mare pussy, and slaking the roaring inferno that was her blasted Heat. She groaned in appreciation, nodding and grasping his shoulder, urging him on with it.
“Yeah... More... More, stud, come on... Ohhhh, so close...!” Her lower lips were puffed up to a ridiculous level, swollen against the shaft of his brutal horsedick to the point he was able to feel the extra tightness even through that leathery skin... He moaned and went at it, thrusting faster, rushing to his own climax.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Limestone! Limestoooonnnneeee!”
She actually opened her eyes, glaring at him. “What?”
“Ah! Errr... Mm, you were calling my name earlier, so...”
Her eyes popped, and she was caught between a scowl and a blush. “So what?! I... Mmmhh... Fine, whatever!”
“Limestooonnneee~?”
“What?””
“We’ll see each other again after this, right?”
He was speaking over the nasty slurping and glurching coming from between her legs. Limestone just looked at him in disbelief, her lusty clawing at his shoulders turning into a little petting motion, like she was playing with a favourite pet all of a sudden. “You... What...?”
“I just...! You know...! We never got to go on a proper date is all, and - ”
“Sweet Celestia! Save it for later, would you?”
“Right! Hee, sorry~!”
And just like that, his buxom bubbly booty was right back to rising and falling, his hips twisting with the force of those pussy-packing strokes. “Hnnngh! Nnnghhh! Nnhaaahhh!”
She shifted her grip to the small of his back, holding him like a girl, pulling him closer to sandwich him in her breasts. She grinned down at him as he looked up at her over the tops of those fleshy pillows, adoring the sight of his ass rising and falling, his valiant cock wrecking her insides... "Oough... Fuck... You're nearly done, aren't you...? For such a little cutie, you sure love messing girls up with that enormous fat cock, don't you?"
She'd been rolling her hips in time with him up until now, sensuously gliding her beefy pussy up and down his turgid length... but seeing that sincere lip-biting look on his face melted the rugged mare's heart, and she cooed in his ear once again: "How about it? Wanna set the pace? Wanna finish off inside of me, you little brat...?"
"Mmh! Mmhhhh!" He was delirious, plap-plapping away like a maniac, his balls red and swollen, tightly contracted against the base of his staff. "Mmhhhhhhh!"
So Limestone leaned back, folding her biceps behind her head, watching him go at it... watching him once again struggle to get his hands underneath himself. He rose into a seated position on top of her, surveying all the beauty spread out below him, mouth hanging open in a way she couldn't help but want to chide him for. But as goofy as he looked up there, that fat cock meant serious business, and the way it pulsed inside of her reduced whatever sarcastic comment she'd been about to make to a pleasured grunt and a surly smile. "Go on... Get on with it!"
With some trepidation at first, but growing eagerness, Sweetie Swirl plapped his hands onto her spread thighs and used them as leverage, making his hips rise and fall in a series of dull, resounding thuds against her body that she felt all the way through, tingling up her spine.
"Yeah... Yeah...!"
"Ahhhh!"
In his home stretch now, Sweetie immersed himself fully in the amazon's squishy, cushioned pussy, his svelte body working up the kind of sweat he might normally have balked at, his slender back curving, his balls resting heavily against her... as he hilted his horsecock inside of Limestone Pie and left it there, turning her cocky comments into orgasmic mewling.
Both their voices rose to high-pitched wails, an intense white-out taking over the colt and the mare... Limestone's expression was rendered foolishly girly... a blissful look of fulfilment in the form of running a stallion ragged and finally getting filled with his cum - eyes rolling back, tongue poking out. She ran her fingers through her own mane, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as she wordlessly raised her hips again and again, catching as much pleasure and semen as she could... for her, right then, the two were as directly interwoven as could be.
"Fill me up, studddd! Keep cummingggg...!"
Up came those massive farmgirl legs like they were spring-loaded, forming an unbreakable wall around the pink little pony's bubble butt at the same time she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, locking him deep inside of her... and not a moment too soon as his cum began to pump-pump-pump... A semen geyser that exploded in every direction, not just flooding her insides but jetting off the edge of the bed to both sides, fountaining down her ass and just spraying directly away from them. Every time he pounded into her after that came another jetting spray of semen... her belly bulging with the sheer volume getting pumped into her, but just as much continuing to fire off in every direction! And Limestone just kept squeezing him, howling to the roof, rotating her hips in circles as she rubbed every last inch of her fiery-aching pussy against his rod to alleviate her heat down to the very last drop. She grit her teeth until it hurt as she flooded his cock with her own juices, spraying plenty more all over the sheets to join the bubbly gallons of cum that were still pouring down her ass in sheets!
Sweetie Swirl hilted himself for the last five pumps, each one a continuous 10-second long stream of semen, more than enough to fill a pint glass, and with the briefest of breaks in-between before he started up again, always making more, always producing more semen in tribute to this giantess... those big balls felt like they should've been drained twice over, but he wouldn't be satisfied until every inch of Limestone was soaked, and the room stank to high heaven of sticky femboy seed.
"Unnnhhhhh... uh!" His arching back, his curling toes, the aches felt all the way through his slender body... finally subsided, as Sweetie fell down onto Limestone, cock slipping out of her to continue firing off its last few defiant pumps into the bedsheets. Even she had to admit her hard body probably wasn't the comfiest thing to collapse onto though, so she spared no mercy in rolling him off, throwing him down onto the bed beside her. He landed with a flop, and barely had the strength to move. Just sweating, hyperventilating and leaking.
Limestone helped herself, rolling over to take his member in her mouth, sucking up whatever seed dared to defy her by remaining in his shaft... It wasn't much at this point, but still more than enough to fill her mouth a few times over. She sucked and slurped deliriously, holding his cock with one and fingering her pussy with her other, her head swimming with thoughts of his semen rushing into her womb right this very second, finding her defenseless eggs... It just made her touch herself harder and faster, to say nothing of how a content, slow blowjob soon became something more like trying to suck his cock right now.
I hope I have his foals I hope I have his foals I hope I have his foals I hope I have his foals I hope I have his foals...
Sweetie finally whined, raising his hips, trying to push her off with a helpless, girly whine. It was about as ineffectual as you'd expect, his hand just ending up limply resting on her face as he whined he was still super-sensitive... but she did finally ease off, rolling his cum around on her tongue before contentedly swallowing. "Mmmmhh..."
Limestone glanced to the window, and saw it was still snowing outside. "Hm. Fine. You can take it easy for now... You'll have to stay the night with this snow still going..."
He gasped, but let a little bit of a pleased smile onto his face right after at her tacit request. But she didn't see it, already climbing out of the bed, all the muscles on that broad, strong back rippling as she made for the door. She only paused to wrap one giant hand around a fire axe, slinging it over her shoulder.
"Wait, where are you going...?!" he groaned, stretching his arms out towards her with an upset look. He wriggled his fingers as if to say 'cuddles'?
Limestone just grinned back. "Where d'y'think I'm going? Firewood ain't gonna chop itself little man... and you're going to freeze your ass off tonight if I don't go pick some up. Now shut up... and keep the bed warm for when I get back."
He rolled his eyes, smiling. "... Geez. Fine."
"Mm. That's what I like in a man. A good dick... and obedient. I'll be right back~ ♥"
She paused only to lay her hand on her belly, head still swimming with thoughts of pregnancy... then stepped out of the house, treating him to the unforgettable view of her broad, naked body tirelessly chopping the firewood as if the hour of sex that had left him aching and exhausted had barely even taken place.
And she was gonna want more tonight...
"Princess Celestia..." he groaned, watching those flawless muscles working from the comfort of the bed... "Give me strength~"

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              Sweetie Swirl Cheerleads Part 1              
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Sweetie Swirl Cheerleads Part 1
If you asked Lollipop Bliss... cheerleading was supposed to be done by fillies.
Fillies were the cute ones. The graceful and pretty ones. Words like 'feminine' and ‘cute’ were made to be applied to fillies, and fillies only!
Good, pretty fillies were the ones getting bimbofied left and right, plumped up and thickened like cows - fed the right things and trained extensively in the right ways so they could be big and curvy and star in porn one day! So they could look in the mirror and see big round cheeks, heavy shelves of rippling titflesh, soft and kissable lips... so they could be cheerleaders!
Cheerleaders were essential. Cheerleaders were the prizes those rugged stallions on the field won at the end of the day. Cheerleaders got thrown over some stud’s shoulder to be carried off for rough post-game breedings. The lack of testosterone that came with having a fat little breeding-ready slit between every cheerleader's thighs was - to her mind - the ultimate sign their bodies were begging to be conscripted to the service.
Therefore... a cock... on a cheerleader... was absolutely not allowed!
Yes, cocks... Veiny slabs of brutish, thick, cunt-wrecking fuckmeat... That was the absolute antithesis to ever becoming a cheerleader, ever! It simply wouldn’t do to have one of those things swinging between the legs of a cute, curvy little bitch with a huge blubbery ass, heavy-set hips and plump juicy fuckmeat thighs...! Stallions with feminine curves was as sensible to her as fillies slinging cocks! It just shouldn't happen!!
But nevertheless... Sweetie Swirl was a cheerleader!
If you asked Sweetie Swirl... cheerleading was better when it was done by stallions.
The cutest stallions had the cutest fillies beat, being slimmer, softer, plumper and prettier than any filly to a factor of at least a million-billion... and surely all-female cheer teams would be on the way out any day now. The thigh-highs squeezing his plump thighs, the breezy midriff-baring top hanging precariously from his flat, yet perky chest, and the pleated miniskirt that fluttered oh-so-cutely around his thighs...! Nobody wore a cheerleader uniform better than a boy!
Girly and feminine? As far as he was concerned, those words were being very well taken care of by their new slutty bimboi stewards!
One just had to examine their school's cheer squad to see how incompetent dumb ol' fillies were: those clumsy bimbos could barely make it through the average cheer routine! Most of them were always a step behind, sticking out when they should be in, Sweetie Swirl danced circles around them all! In the end only two of them deserved special mention, really, when it came to warming up the stallions on the field... The aforementioned Lollipop Bliss, and her long-suffering sidekick, Logical Leap.
He could find almost no faults with Lollipop, of course, and he'd definitely tried. Her cheer moves were divine, her looks were that of an angel, and her body? Hand-crafted for taking cock. Before Sweetie had joined the cheer squad, Lollipop had definitely had the best figure when it came to tightness and fleshiness, with the best, most overgrown shelf of juicy female fuckmeat booty ever, probably~! Especially on such a slender frame! That teen queen's beautiful rump bulged out from her hips, so unbelievably massive and utterly overdeveloped off her little body that it was jaw-dropping.
It was like a crime how easily she kept every cock in those stands rock-hard, and cheerleading had always been easy mode for her.
None of this was a problem, of course... After all, Sweetie Swirl had basically the same build as her, just without the fat tits... Just as slim, just as tidy... Just with all his charm packed in his bulging, skirt-straining, cock-teasing booty and monster schlong!
No, the problems with Lollipop Bliss only became apparent if you actually tried talking to her. But boy did they become apparent quickly. Her tyranny came out in how she micro-managed the cheer squad, pushing the other sluts to the back so she could make herself even more of a starlet for the fans, giving herself the best moves, the best moments... always demanding more attention! It was like she didn't give a single hoot about who'd scored the winning point, or goal, or whatever it was in this game... All that tart wanted to do was make that big fat cheerleader rump hump!
Well... that was all he wanted, too, sure, but he was totally more classy about it~ It really ticked Sweetie Swirl off...
Then there was Logical Leap, who was entirely nice, kind, sweet and gentle... But she sure couldn't cheerlead! Despite that chubby nerd having curves he'd plap for days, thicc and chubby and plump all over, she could barely make it through her cheer routines without tripping over herself! You could barely spend five minutes alone with LL without inevitably thinking that bovine body was clearly better-suited to being locked up in a barn somewhere! Strapped it, tied down, and ready to milk!
Most big game days Lollipop kept Logical Leap relegated to the most minor of duties in the cheer squad, spots where her ridiculous udders couldn't get in the way... Sweetie couldn't really fault her entirely for that decision, although it was obviously entirely just because Lollipop took a sadistic glee in holding her back. Being slender and cute herself the idea of the crassest of their fans lecherously drooling over such an obscene figure of pure dumb fleshy size ticked her off to no end. Athleticism for the win!
Putting that all together and it was easy to see why Sweetie Swirl considered his inevitable takeover of the cheer squad fair game. His star was rising... and Lollipop Bliss's was falling as she did everything she could just to stay afloat. She was just a jealous ho, always saying stuff like he shouldn’t twerk during the half-time show. Snore~! He was trying to become a superstar here!
Which was why she'd considered today's game to be the perfect opportunity to win some ground back... and why she was seething so hard he'd decided on a whim to make it the moment he took his cheerleading game to the next level!
In that moment, she'd sworn herself to be his enemy for life.
It wasn't like he was doing any of this maliciously, of course... Sweetie Swirl just felt sad seeing the crowds not getting amped up, and had been trying to inject a little more energy into the performance by going off-script just a teensy bit. Just showing what he was really capable of.
And in a positively apocalyptic display of femboy booty-cheek clap-clap-clapping, he'd done exactly that. Within minutes his numerous fangirls in the stands - students and teachers alike - had been outright zeroed on the half-time show. Thoughts of the game faded to a dull, distant memory as female hormones hijacked a hundred or more brains worse than any testosterone-fueled stallion could ever be. They cried out, desperate for his attention, totally ignoring all the musclebound brutes on the field as they pleaded for so much as a single glance from his perfect eyes, a tilt of his sweetly-soft mouth... within minutes that same audience was reduced to a bunch of horny female chimps roaring over the sight of his skirt riding up, exposing the wobbling of his outright-clapping cheeks in back... and the obscene sight of his low-swinging cock straining his overly-tight pair of panties all the way down to his knees in front! The fillies had gone hysterical as Sweetiemania gripped the crowd, those femboy-crazed floozies making everypony else jealous as they screamed his name hysterically.
Satisfied, smug even, Sweetie had just kept on with his carefully-choreographed dances, while Lollipop Bliss stood frozen beside him, looking like she was going to be sick. The look on her face was a mixture of agony and confusion as she tried to understand why everypony was looking at a colt instead of her!
Really, he couldn't help but flash her an indulgent smile. To think if she'd had her way, he would've been at the back of the cheer squad, a timidly-posed little backup member. Supporting her, while she commanded the crowd's attention.
Yeah. Sounded super lame, tee-bee-aych!
And just why would he listen to her... when everypony else was so eager to cheer him on?
In fact, Sweetie Swirl had planned something really daring to end the set - the kind of show that would cement him as the cheer team #1! He'd gotten the idea from watching Lollipop Bliss’s routines - doing her thing, twirling her body manner that he knew was meant to drive all the boys in the crowd wild, and get all the ladies jealous... hell, it was even kinda working on him, or would have, if she wasn't such a bitch! But whereas every other guy just watched the way her butt bounced, he’d studied her moves, getting every one of them down in his head, thinking about newer, cuter twists he could put out with them.
And at the end of her set, the perfect opportunity presented itself. The flick of her hips, the shake of the pom-poms. The cheer shout. And then her signature - that was what he'd prey upon.
It happened so quickly. The team scored again, those burly bulls snatching a point in whatever dumb game they were playing, allowing them to start the real performance! "Rah!", followed by a shake of the hips. "Rah!", and a twirl. "Go, Stallions!", Pom-poms out for a shake, hips wagging all the while. And then, to finish, the move that drove the guys wild - she jumped up into the air with a flourish, doing the splits midway!
Except Sweetie Swirl was suddenly behind her when she rocketed skywards, hands around her hips, keeping the cutie aloft... poised directly over the raging horsecock erection currently tenting his ultra-thin panties, pushing his skirt so far up it was rendered as useless as a belt! She stiffened in place, barely able to make a “Hrkk - !” sound before a rampaging breedshaft was rubbing between her thighs... and her pussy juice began to instinctively run down Sweetie’s length.
He let go. And in a supreme display of both athleticism and sluttiness, Lollipop Bliss was left poised on the blunt head of his upthrust shaft, pompoms still raised in shock, mouth gaping like a fish. “Gooooooo Stallions!!!” cheered Sweetie Swirl, and everypony loved him~
She was mortified. The entire team's eyes - no, the audience’s as well - were all on him, on that little brat holding her aloft with nothing but his member. Not on her, but on Sweetie Swirl!
Flat-chested, fat-assed, hyper-hung Sweetie Swirl.
Those meatheaded morons didn't even hesitate in drooling over his heavy-ass slab of cockmeat bigger than all of theirs put together tenting his tiny pink panties, either! They were probably thinking about jacking him off, or pounding his butt until it squirted a big sticky mess!
He gave his hips a little wiggle, with enough friction to nearly make her squirt, before she finally slipped off and fell to the earth on hands and knees. Lollipop instantly exploded, throwing down her pom poms and storming across the field, only pausing to grab Logical Leap's hand and pulling her along back to the changing rooms with her.
The other cheerleaders would have to change their dumb fat asses somewhere else. With a concerned and wavering Logical Leap by her side, Lollipop sat on one of the benches, bouncing one leg on the other's knee impatiently as she awaited Sweetie Swirl’s entry.
He was probably flirting with those stallions on the field still!
She just folded her arms under her big tits, debating just how exactly she'd tell that little bitchboi off for getting in her way... how she would make him pay for humiliating the #1 alpha female!
Oh yes, making his life a living hell would have been pathetically easy for a queen bee like herself. She could make it so he never attended a class here in peace ever again.
But...
And this was a big but...
... She knew in her heart better than anyone that the batpony was a good cheerleader. It would be easy to replace him, but finding somepony, especially a cute filly, with skills like his would be virtually impossible. So she decided the most logical course of action: she'd give him one chance to apologize for fucking up out there today. Just one!
She continued to wait, huffing. Logical Leap eventually said "M - Maybe we should... go?"
"Sit down and shut up!"
"Y - Yes, Lollipop Bliss!"
Unfortunately for them, Mr. Swirl took his sweet time getting there, too busy basking in all the affections of his adoring public to focus on Lollipop Bliss storming off.
Not to say he didn’t notice, of course. In fact if he’d been semi-hard earlier, seeing her storm off in a huff like that really had him throbbing. By Celestia she was sooo cute when she was mad.
Too bad she was probably going to cook up some silly plan to get back at him, one way or another.
And so, after he'd let the fans praise him (sure, they were cheering for the team too, but really, he knew it was all for him) for a good while, he waved his adoring public goodbye, knowing they'd be desperate for more soon enough.
And then, the moment he was out of sight, he skipped the rest of the way down the hall, practically bouncing off the walls with excess energy.
“Yes!~ I did it! I'm amazing!" he cheered - loud enough that there was no way the mares in the changing room would miss it. And they certainly wouldn't miss the buzz he had when he swayed on in moments later, ready to dance over to his locker.
In Lollipop Bliss’s mind, of course, he would never make it. She’d been eagerly waiting for the moment he came in so she could jump up and slam him against the wall. Yeah, in her imagination he'd have been cringing as he nervously pushed the door inwards... hunched over and eyes darting around the shadows... Just the thing to ignite her predator’s instinct!
Yeah, in a situation like that Lollipop Bliss would have had full reign to - THUMP - slam her hand against the wall by his shoulder and pin him in with her bigger, curvier, SEXIER (!!!!) body!
So when he came skipping in with that big grin on his face, laughing to her as he bounced over to his locker... Lollipop Bliss was left slack-jawed with one raised hand, eyes roving along with his clapping cheeks as that ultra-tiny miniskirt fluttered around his thighs baring the whole thing... as that panty-wrapped bitch-taming fuckslap swayed between his thighs.
"Wow!~ That was amazing, wasn't it?" he asked back at her over his shoulder, so high on life that he completely missed Lollipop Bliss’s face like thunder and hands balled into shaking fists.
He really was so fucking cute.
The anger in her chest sputtered. Her heart wavered, like a flame whipping in the wind about to be extinguished.
It would be so easy to give in. She suddenly vividly imagined herself just... dropping to her knees with a pair of tiny thuds and just burying her face in that veiny, fuckstink-laced monstrosity... An entire boy's body worth of hormones crammed into 12+ inches of horny bulldick: it had to be, because there wasn't a whiff of it anywhere else in that hairless, smooth and juicy little body.
Just give in and sniff dick. He's so pretty.
"I... Uhh... Mmmhhhaaahhh..." she tried.
Only the thought of losing her alpha status kept Lollipop Bliss's head in the game.
She finally got moving, storming over like an angry cloud. Her breath hitched in her throat as she pounded her fist into the lockers by his head with a satisfying crunch, pushing those plump cheergirl plush-pillows against his narrow shoulders, swaying her hips so he felt the fluttering of her skirt against his ass... and waited for him to turn around.
"Sweetie Swirl! We need to talk!"
Logical Leap was by her side in a flash. "N - Not so rough...! Or so... l - loud... Umm, p - please?"
Lollipop gave her another glare that made it clear she was not in the mood~
"Eeeeh? Talk about what?" replied Sweetie, doing his best to stay cool. It wasn't easy - the thump of fist on locker had made his heart jump, and the pressing of Lollipop Bliss's heaving bust into his back only made it drum all the harder - not to mention, it made his cock pulse just as hard. It was only natural - one of the most porn-bodied dolls in the entire school was getting cozy right up on him, so close that any other guy in the place would have been green with envy.
That furious tone in her voice would probably have made a good few of them spurt in their shorts then and there - but Sweetie was made of sterner stuff. He had to be, if he was going to become top bitch in this cheer squad.
He had to out-bitch her.
That was why he tried to stay cool - and why he turned around with a sweet, disarming smile on his face. He'd keep her off-balance, let some of that fury burn away - then he'd pounce, like a ferocious fox, and gobble her up!
"E - Erm, what Lollipop Bliss wants to say..." began Logical Leap, sliding in from the side with her hands piled up on those piles of fleshy fuckpillows straining her monogrammed cheerleading shirt to its limits.
"Yes, what I want to say - because I can say it myself...!" Lollipop Bliss glanced venomously sideways, cutting Logical Leap off with a click of her tongue that bordered on sadistic, " - is a little tart like you needs to start knowing his place! A little sissy! A bitchboi!”
She was really close now. Sizable fuckmelons plumped right on top of his lithe, athletic frame and lips so close they risked a kiss. Her crotch and his cock smooching like lovers, or they would have been if not for that skirt fluttering around her thighs: she didn't have a monstrous log of flesh to lift hers uselessly up like he did, after all~
She was so perfect... So much to appreciate, touch, taste, smell... Curves stacked on curves for any stallion to sink right into, it was no wonder she was the most desired honey in their academy. Deliciously feminine and plump and soft in every way that mattered, a sculpted trophy for the players that was ripe... and ready for babymaking.
Too bad listening to her was such a chore.
"We only brought a colt onto this cheerleading team out of pure pityYou were just sooo sad and sooo desperate to fit in with the cool kids... got it?"
But Lollipop Bliss was already smirking, head spinning with naughty thoughts. "In fact, maybe you need a reminder... Maybe I'll let you off... if you get down on your knees right now and let me wipe my sweaty ass off on your face~!"
It was a powerful proposition. One even the biggest, baddest bullstuds might have wilted in the face of, with Sweetie being no exception. He was thinking about it, cock tenting his skirt the whole time. He shivered with barely-contained need at the thought of smooching those plump lips, of squeezing that fat ass, of sinking his cock right into her bitchy cun -
Sweetie balled his hands into fists, and squeezed. Hard. He had to focus, and make her play his game. He couldn't let this pornbodied bitch push him over the edge. At least, not until he was buried balls-deep inside her. Not until he'd made her the town’s latest teen pregnancy statistic!
So he just did his best to remain nonchalant, even as oversized cowtits wobbled away just inches from his flat chest. She really had him beat there for femininity... but maybe that could be to his advantage.
Sweetie Swirl gave her a meek look. "Eeeeh? Lollipop Bliss, you're acting kinda weird~ I just wanna have a good time cheerleading...”
He must have looked to her like he was caving, because Lollipop immediately continued to press her advance.
"That’s right! Don’t think you’re above a little humiliation, just because you’re cute! So what if you have an amazing ass... a tiny waist... a soft... smooth complexion... and a big, fat juicy cock!" She licked her lips obnoxiously slowly over that last one. "All any of that does is make you a better seat for me!"
"H - Lollipop Bliss, we really shouldn't...!" groaned Logical Leap.
“Hmhm...” Sweetie Swirl felt like his chance had arrived.
In a flash, he grabbed his cheer top, pulling it off over his head, exposing his soft, delicate body to the fillies... not to mention hitting the smug bitch in front of him with the thickest wave of post workout boi-stud pheromones she’d ever tasted.
“Lollipop... I’m trying to get changed here... " he mocked, fingers shifting to the band of his tight, tight shorts as he worked on getting them off. They were so tight, and his thighs so slick with sweat that they clung peeling away from his slick skin with an audible shlk.
"So why are you distracting me... talking about how big and fat and juicy my cock is~?
As he purred out the words, his shorts fell free, letting the thick fucklog rise into view. Half-stiff from her taunting, it pulsed with need, firing off brain-melting pheromones alongside an equally eye-watering boysmell - creating in those mares a primal urge to squat down and spit-polish him like the dickmaids they so obviously were.
"Oh? Lollipop Bliss? You're really sweating. Something wrong?~"
It was the right play. Sure, getting Lollipop Bliss's meaty flanks on his face would have been Heaven, but... that would have been the end of it~ The divine nectar staining his tongue would give him the most raging, brutally hard studbull erection of his life, but exactly zero pussies to plunge it into! They’d cackle at their newly-tamed acquisition - Lollipop Bliss, especially - and then be on their way, maybe directing him to the nearest toilet to pump his sludge out into as a minor courtesy.
So why not fight back? Why not take these two tight little holes teasing him... and blow them both the fuck out with a cunt-reaming neither of these bitches would forget for the rest of their lives?
That sounded so much better.
The effect on Lollipop Bliss was instantaneous, her pursed pink lips parting as her jaw fell and her tongue followed soon after. The visible cloud of steam, accompanied by the invisible fumes of mind-melting dickstench, made her freeze up, lost for words even as her cheeks turned bright red. Her body scented a viable mate to breed with, and responded in all the ways you'd expect: increased temperature, pussy wettening, nipples stiffening in preparation to be suckled from. She lost the script of bitchy superiority for a moment as she fumbled for what to say.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she finally blurted out, but the answer was obvious. This was a changing room.
"You're really going to neglect such a nice offer...?! Well, don't blame me if your life becomes a living h... Are you even listening...?!" she groaned in abject frustration, balling her fists as she watched his continuing to pose flirtatiously, going about his show of preparing to change back into his uniform.
"Oh? Of course I'm listening! I just don't agree," replied Sweetie, drawing out the final word as his hips bobbed left and right, making his thick thot-tamer clop into his thick-as-fuck boybaiting thighs. For a long, agonizing moment, Lollipop Bliss wondered if he might pounce her, if he was planning to pin her down and ride her like a crazed beast. In the moment, it would be so easy for him to plunge that fat pole deep into her hot, needy cunt, until she was tamed and squirting all over the cold tiles.
"Anyyyway~ Shouldn't you be doing the same? We do have classes after this, unless you’re gonna turn up in cheerleading uniform!” added Sweetie, ruining Lollipop Bliss's fantasy session.   
God, he was such a brat. He couldn't even let her enjoy a few harmless fantasies!
Not that Sweetie was really planning to get changed, of course. He could see how flustered Lollipop was getting. All he needed to do now was keep pushing a few more buttons and she’d be his.
And much like the button-nubs becoming more and more evident where her nipples had stiffened up hard though her nearly-sheer uniform, those buttons were very, very easy to prod.
"Hey, Logical Leap? This is a changing room, isn't it? Lollipop Bliss does know what they're for, right?"
"O - Of course I know that! But this changing room is for the cheerleaders, so - !" She crossed her eyes in anger as she realized how foolish that sounded, quickly changing tactics.
"Fine! Forget it!” Lollipop Bliss was red in the face as she turned her full rage on Sweetie Swirl: “It’s sooo obvious what you’re getting at! Horny studs like you only want one thing... So let’s see who’s really about to get embarrassed! Feast your eyes, nerd!"
And then, like magic, both top-heavy bimbos shed their branded tops in a flash, letting loose two pairs of huge, braless funbags with record-breaking eagerness. Lollipop's chest was even bigger than her top had suggested, a real bra-busting set of oversized milkers... and then Logical Leap's must be twice again as heavy! And all four capped with huge pink nozzle-nipples as big as Sweetie’s thumbs, just begging to be tugged and chewed on.
A regular pair of defenseless cows were now right in front of Sweetie Swirl, just begging to be teased and tormented. It was a sight from the cheer-brat’s wildest fantasies.
Lollipop Bliss still had the presence of mind to be a little brash, even though the battle of wills had left her staggered and dazed by now. "H - Ha... Yeah... Get a good look... No matter how good a cheerleader you are, you'll never have a pair of these...!" She cupped her hands under her juggs, proudly wobbling them at him.
"H - Haa... You're such an idiot for not caving in... I would've probably let you touch them for free if you'd behaved, but now... now I'd really make you and that m - massive bitchbreaker work hard for the privilege~! Maybe you'd get a measly five minutes of booby touching after I help myself to every last drop of cum in those bloated cumkegs, hahaha~"
Logical Leap startled, looking at her partner with renewed confusion and awe. "Lollipop Bliss! Maybe we should... umm..."
"Don't interrupt~ I've got this nerd right where I want him! He’s going to be running squealing any second now, hmhmhm~"
Sweetie was caught genuinely off-guard. He almost laughed out loud. Sure, he'd been teasing her a bit, but he'd thought she was too smart to go for it - and certainly too smart to start babbling on about those pervy thoughts that were obviously running rampant inside her head.
Not that he could fault her too much there, since he was fighting to hold onto his. The thought of sinking his hands into those fat funbags while she pumped his pulsing prick dry? Fuck, no stallion could imagine something like that without his cock throbbing, let alone a super-hung stud like him! But where she thought that might make him behave, it only made him act out all the more, wanting to see just how far she'd go in 'provoking' him.
"Hah... Like I couldn’t handle you slurping on this thing...! You wouldn’t even last five minutes down there without falling toootally in love! I didn't wanna say it, Lollipop Bliss, but you're... you're..."
"You're just such a pervert! That's why you can't stop stare-ing!"
He dragged the words out in an irritatingly cutesy tone - the kind he knew would be like a red rag to a bull. Or in this case an irritating boy-brat to a fuming cheer-queen.
But if he’d been expecting her to get angry, instead Lollipop Bliss seemed to love it. She even smiled.
In his cruelty it felt like he’d said something she appreciated, and she shivered when he called her a pervert.
“Oh my...” she purred.
Then Lollipop swayed right up to the stallion, shedding her skirt as she went so she was just in her own pair of panties now, puffy mons outlined in the tight white material. "Of course I'm a pervert, Sweetie Swirl... Would an innocent little filly be intending to use your big... dumb... face as a sweat-rag for her ass...? No, a lady would have to be quite naughty... to handle you like your annoying, bratty little ass deserves to be handled~”
She leaned in and reached out. Fingertips left feather-light touches on the underside of his cock, totally in contrast with the poundings that beast could dish out when it was properly unleashed. She was rattling the cage of a wild animal, and curled her fingers to scratch it when it jumped and spurted unexpectedly. "Ooh~ ♥"
"You're a pervert, too... And a rapist, with the way you’re pointing this ugly fat bullcock at both of us. I bet you’d be raping both our pussies right now if we hadn’t kept our panties on... Aren’t you glad we’ve kept this all so above-board~?”
Things were still perfectly pure and innocent in her mind, it seemed, as long as cock wasn’t going into pussies. That was cheerleader logic for you.
“But regardless, that’s why I need... to teach... you... a... lesson~!" And then Lollipop Bliss’s hand was on him, wrapping around his member and squeezing with sinful tightness right at the same time her lips found his. Bliss kissed Sweetie suddenly, right on the mouth with her tongue fluttering out, before following it up with a little nibble.
"That’s why I have no choice but to make you as perverted as I am, you dumb, silly... And then...?”
“Then you'll be my slave for realsies~" Squeeze squeeze squeeze. Pump pump pump. Her condescending tone was totally at odds with that tugging fist giving him the fucking best and most worshipful handjob of his life.
Sweetie couldn’t believe how good it felt. This was perfect. Almost too perfect. Everything about her wonderful body felt so, so fucking good. Her lips were so soft. Her body was so warm. Her hand was so smooth. Every tug was so pleasurable. He was left shivering in her grip, coming close to losing his mind - and, even worse, his load as well. If this kept up, he'd spurt and spurt and spurt, and before he knew it, he’d be her’s. Turned into Lollipop’s cutesy little boyfriend-cum-dildo, to be used as she pleased.
"Gnnh... Lollipop Bliss... It’ll take more than that to get me off...” he groaned, but it was obvious he was getting weaker. He needed a plan - anything to distract her long enough for him to take control.
"Gnnh... But you know what would really turn me on...?” he managed to gasp out, which got a pouty-lipped smile from her in response.
She leaned in, breath tickling his ears. “What’s that, brat?”
“If... Mmhh... If you smooch my cock, like the - nnnh - like the good filly I know you can be..."
He hoped and prayed that she was pornbrained enough to go for it - while at the same time, trying not to think too hard about how good having her soft lips on his pulsing prick would feel. Because of course it would feel heavenly. Blissful. Angelic.
“I’m not sure you can handle it,” she purred. “You already look like you’re having such a good time already...”
She'd already been giving him that doe-eyed 'fuck me' look, all submissively wide-eyed and with her tongue hanging out... so it wasn't like she could give him an even hornier look when he brazenly told her to fellate that femboy fuckmeat.
But she did~ Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled slightly, her steady breathing turning into frantic panting as her tongue flicked back and forth desirously.
She was ready. Ready to LOSE to big fucking femboy cock. The self-destructive bimbo looked more than ready to let her plan completely backfire on her as she was taken. Taken and made into Sweetie Swirl's pet and toy. It would have been sooo good. ♥
Buuuut...
"H - Lollipop Bliss... What are you doing?" whispered Logical Leap in her ear. She'd crept up so quietly they only noticed her when both colt and filly alike had one jumbo-sized fuckudders resting on their arm and shoulder.
Lollipop Bliss immediately snapped out of it, reaching up and grabbing Logical Leap's hair. "Come on, we gotta beat this guy! Are you really gonna make me handle this slab of bull-beef all by myself?" She pushed down hard and Logical Leap's knees buckled. "Now get down there... and suck his cock until he splurts all over himself!"
"Ahhh! Oh! Okay! Okay!! Owwww!" Logical Leap managed to effect a presence of 'I don't actually want to do this' for all of a microsecond... before the practiced slut-cheerleader put on the moves, sinking down into an all-too-familiar squat with her hands on her knees, giant tits compressed pleasingly together as she opened wide. Lollipop Bliss watched her friend tilt her head back slightly, preparing the runway by unfurling her tongue... and couldn't help but point Sweetie Swirl's hulking member towards her.
"Sorry... I'm not a good filly~ I'm alllllbad!" she giggled. "But this super good nerd here’s gonna choke on that nasty fat cock of yours for me."
Logical Leap's eyes fluttered back as she realized she could submit eagerly in a way Lollipop Bliss was still resisting to do. She raised double peace-signs and rolled her eyes back, brain switching over to being a big, fat panting sperm toilet. Even Lollipop Bliss gulped at how slutty her friend was acting, but nevertheless held his member's tip to Logical Leap's tongue.
She didn't shove him in though. Instead she waited in awe, wanting to see him shove his cock into her friend's mouth all on its own~
"Don't let him win, Logical Leap. ♥"
Sweetie groaned. This was too much. He'd been fantasizing about Lollipop so hard he'd forgotten Logical Leap was even in the room. Nerds were easy to overlook - right up until they were offering you a proper spit-spilling dorkjob!