It was nearly half past one by the time Horizon finally set himself back on the road toward the farm. The sun was high in the sky, though the heat was slightly mitigated by the thin chill in the air. He hummed as he walked, his hidden package slapping against the sides of his flanks with each step he took.

Post-coitus (as she'd called it), Chestnut had offered to take him out to lunch, rather than sending him back to work with an empty stomach. He'd happily accepted, and as they chowed down on a pair of daisy sandwiches, she'd wondered aloud what kind of research could be done on his growth spell.

He'd never really thought about it, to be honest. The more excited she became, though, the more he realized that she saw a lot more potential here than he (apparently) did. Growth on command, she'd suggested. Complete control over the size of bodily organs; if there was a way to make something bigger, than you could make it smaller again, which would make potential sizes even larger than his own much easier to manage. He'd nearly choked at the idea of having a dick longer than his own two feet, but he had to admit, the idea did sound somewhat tempting. And never having to worry about covering up again? Sign me up!

All she needed, Chestnut had told him, was a collection of samples of plant (and, if possible, animal) life that he'd affected with his magic. So, upon passing through the fence that marked the boundary of Cherry Dun Acres, Horizon made sure to look around for any promising vegetation that he could send to her. He didn't want just to pick something at random, though—he wanted to send her the right fruit (or vegetable).

So it was that he found himself wandering around the big red barn that formed the centerpiece of the farm, standing tall just beside the two grain silos. He was frowning at a "small" pumpkin patch that he'd been monitoring for a few weeks (small being relative when each pumpkin is as large as your torso) when he heard a shrill whistle off to his right.

"Hey there! Mind coming on over and lendin' me a hoof?"

He blinked, his head whirling to the side. He recognized the source of the voice almost instantly: Peachy Sweet, the milkmare in charge of the animals' care at the farm. He tilted his head as she waved in his direction, the straw hat on her head sitting lopsidedly over her mane.

"Sure!" he called back, trotting over. "What'd you need help with?"

Peachy made a face, rolling her eyes before sticking out her tongue. "Well, today was gonna be Milking Day, but the whole team went 'n got themselves high-stinkin' drunk last night. I would've rescheduled, but some of the cows—Marie especially—say they don't got time to wait, and all my usual help is too hungover to do shit." She looked him up and down and pursed her lips. "If you've got the time, I'd be mighty appreciative if you'd help me out."

"No problem." Horizon grinned. "I don't know that much about milking cows, though, so you'll have to teach me."

"'Course. Come right this way, partner."

He followed her through the wide, red doors that opened up into the interior of the barn. His hoof-falls were soft against the padded hay that made up much of the floor, and the air smelt of a thick, earthy musk. Peachy gave him a wink and a chuckle as his eyes widened at the smell. "You ain't used to the barnyard smell, huh? Well, don't worry—I don't think Marie and the girls will be offended or none. You'll get used to it."

"Er, sorry," he coughed. She threw back her head and snorted.

"You'll get used to it," she repeated. "Now come along—the girls're in the back." She paused. "You're Horizon, right?"

"Yup. Peachy?"

"Bingo." They passed the pigpen; several of its occupants gave them friendly waves as they trotted past. The cows' stalls were placed all the way near the back of the building, with giant bales of hay stacked outside each one. Horizon watched as Peachy walked up to one and got up on her hind legs, peering over the edge of the stall door.

"Come on, Marie. It's milkin' time!"

"Oh, thank heavens." The new voice was low and melodious, ringing with a deeper tone. A matronly-looking cow poked her head out from over the stall and smiled down at the two of them. "I've been feeling so sore, darling."

"Ain't no worries, Missus Moo." Peachy winked and dropped down from the door, taking a step back and slinging an arm around Horizon's shoulder. "This lil' guy right here's offered to help me out, so we'll get that taken care for you in a jiffy."

"Thank you, dearie," Marie the cow said, turning her smile toward Horizon. "I really do appreciate it."

A few minutes later, the two of them were in the stall, ready to get to work.

"This here's the bucket we'll be using." Peachy held up an aluminum bucket in between her teeth, making sure Horizon saw it before setting it back down. "And then just in case we need another one, there's the backup bucket over there." She gestured over her shoulder, Horizon following her gaze. "And a backup backup bucket, too."

Peachy smoothed down her clean blue apron and pushed the bucket beneath Marie's body with a nudge of her hoof. "So here's the lowdown: Missus Moo, like all the rest of the cows here, need to get milked pretty regularly. Otherwise, it all builds up and it gets plumb nasty to carry it around all day. Can you guess what our job is?"

"To...milk them?"

"Bingo." She gave Horizon a wink. "Now let me show you just how to do it.

"You gotta hold your hooves right here, right by the udder." Horizon stared at the low-hanging, fleshy organ hanging down from the cow's stomach. Peachy coughed, and he quickly moved his hooves in line with hers. "Each cow has about five to eight of these little nipples, and right now, they're all swollen with milk."

Horizon was almost glad that she was staring down at her hooves, and so missed the light blush on his face.

"So we put our bucket underneath," she gestured toward the bucket sitting underneath the udder, "and hold our hooves so that both are pressed up against one of the nipples. And then—we squeeze."

Sure enough, as her hooves came together to press against the udder, a thin stream of milk began to leak from the nipple's surface. Horizon watched as her hooves twisted, pressing harder against the sides. The stream became a thick, strong current of creamy white liquid, shooting down into the bucket below. Marie gave an audible sigh, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"That feels much better already dears. Please, keep going."

"Will do, Missus M." Peachy turned and gave Horizon a cheeky look as she removed her hooves and then replaced them on the top, dragging them down to squeeze every last bit of milk from the pink, fleshy nipples. "You gotta wring these guys out—go all the way. Pressure, squeeze, and pull 'till you've got everything out."

She grinned. "Now you try."

Horizon grinned in return, though somewhat more nervously than she had. "I'll give it my best shot."

His first attempt resulted in the milk spraying his face, Peachy Sweet guffawing as he wiped thick, warm cream away from his eyes. His second attempt ended up leaking the milk somewhere along the floor, wetting the hay, but definitively missing the bucket. Finally, by his third try, he managed to get a weak trickle of milk into the bucket. His tongue was held between his teeth as he watched the liquid fall, his eyebrows lowered in concentration.

"Not bad," Peachy said appraisingly. "How's that feel?"

Marie sighed again, picking up her hooves to shift her weight. "Much better. Thank you, darling."

It took the pair another ten minutes to finish milking her. From there, they split up to cover the rest. There were fifteen cows in the barn, all loudly complaining about their sore udders. Horizon managed to do five on his own, filling several buckets with warm cream, before he finally caught up with Peachy on the last one.

"Good work so far, partner." She shot him a grin as they both knelt down beneath Shelly's udder. "I might have to call you back to help out again sometime. Princess knows you're harder workin' than most of the other louts I have to deal with."

"Thanks." Horizon smiled back as he reached out to put his hooves around the swollen nipples. It didn't feel quite so awkward a process anymore, though it was still a bit odd.

His ears perked up as he heard a low "baa" sound. He peeked underneath Shelly's stomach and blinked in Peachy's direction; she was scowling at a fluffy sheep, holding one hoof up in the air.

"Now, I told you already, mister—no snacks after lunchtime!" She waggled her hoof, scowling up at the sheep, who let out a weak-sounding "baa" in response. "Now git' going—we got work to do."

The sheep baa'd again before frowning, his shoulders coming up in a halfway shrug. "Ah, well," he said in a shrill voice. "It was worth a try."

Horizon chuckled as the sheep trotted away, and Peachy turned back to him with one eyebrow raised. "So I heard some mighty interesting things by the feedin' troughs this morning," she said as they began to milk, the liquid splashing down into the buckets.

"Oh?" Horizon replied, somewhat distracted.

"Yup. Something about the bar last night, and a little bit of fun that you and some other guys had."

He blinked.

She leaned in underneath the cow's stomach and grinned up at him. "I heard about some pretty big things, too, if you know what I mean."

Horizon gulped, doing his best to keep an innocent grin on his face. "Oh," he murmured, though his heart started to beat a little faster. "That's interesting."

The two fell silent as they continued milking. Finally, after a few more minutes, the last nipple wrung dry. "You're all done, Shelly."

"Oh, thank you, dears." The cow smiled down at the two of them. "We really cannot appreciate it enough."

"No problem." With a twist of her hoof, Peachy gave her a light smack on the rump, winking when the cow turned to glare at her. "Would you mind taking the girls out to pasture for the afternoon? Me 'n this guy here want a little alone time to, ah, clean out the barn."

Shelly clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Why, of course. I believe the West Field was full of some lovely-looking daisies; we can go there." She pushed open the door to her stall and let out a high-pitched whistle, trotting down the lane of the barn. "Girls! We're heading out to pasture—please form an orderly line."

"So," Horizon said, licking his lips as the cows' galloping faded into the distance, the barn doors slamming shut behind them. "You wanted to, uh, ask me about something?"

"Why, to take a little look myself, hun." Peachy's voice was a bit deeper now, a bit more sultry, and Horizon's throat got a little drier as she took a step toward him. "You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Erm—yes, I think." Inside Horizon's head, his thoughts were spinning. Holy crap—twice in one day? And I didn't even have to do anything! At this rate...I wonder if I won't win this challenge after all. He grinned sheepishly. "You want to see it?"

She nodded empathically. Somewhat reluctantly, he sat back on his milking stool, closed his eyes, and removed the vanishing spell.

She gave a visible start as his two, massive balls emerged from thin air, their weighty masses sitting heavily between his flanks. The giant, now visible, lump against his stomach swelled as he began to stroke it, emerging from its sheath as twelve inches of flaccid pony meat.

There was a definite hunger in her eyes as it stood up higher and higher—fifteen inches. Eighteen inches—twenty inches, each vein on its side throbbing with blood and power. His balls churned with seed, eager to be released from their stasis, but he managed to bite down on their drive momentarily. Horizon let a small grin onto his face as all twenty-four inches stood up proud and tall, bobbing gently in the warm, musky air of the stall.

"Damn." Peachy Sweet's voice was quiet, almost reverent. She let out a long, low whistle, her eyebrows moving up higher into her forehead as evident desire swirled in her eyes. "That's damn impressive." Her eyes didn't budge from its wide, throbbing surface, the tip flaring out into a huge, mushroom-shaped head at the top. A vision flashed across Horizon's mind—his huge stallionhood, penetrating her marehood, driving up through her pussy and poking out of her stomach as he filled her with warm, sticky cum—

He shook his head, giving a weak chuckle as he cleared his head. "It's actually not natural. I used a spell on it to make it that big, but—"

"Wait." Peachy held up a hoof. Her eyes looked as wide as saucers. "You used a spell?"

"Yup."

"On that?"

"Mmhm."

"A growth kinda spell to make it bigger?"

"Yeah."

"What size was it before?"

"Seven inches."

She whistled again, but not before a light red blush covered her bright pink face. "I—wow. Shake my stars, but that's mighty incredible to look at." She licked her lips. "Mind if I touch it?"

He nodded. This seemed oddly familiar.

Peachy held her tongue in between her teeth as she reached out a hoof and tentatively stroked it down the side. She started at the top, making a little swirl around the head as if to make sure that it was real, and progressed down toward the bottom, her hoof tracing across the veins as it made its way to the base. Horizon shivered with pleasure as she brushed against his sensitive member, his overgrown balls already throbbing again with need.

"Does that spell work on anything?"

He blinked, momentarily drawn from his reverie of lust. "Erm...yeah; I think it should." He shrugged. "It works on plants, at least, and you can see what it did to my own package. I think I've got some more control over it now, though. Why?"

His eyebrows climbed up into his forehead as a rosy blush tinged her cheeks, though her eyes were fierce and hungry. "Well...there's a certain body part of mine that I wouldn't mind bein' a bit bigger. Maybe a lot bit bigger...and maybe I should say 'pair' instead of 'part'."

"Which would that be? Your—" He stopped as he noticed the gaze of her eyes, which were pointing down between his legs. He suddenly remembered the cows. "Oh. Your, uh—"

Without waiting for a reply, Peachy took a step away from him, his dick throbbing in protest as her touch vanished from its skin. She sat back onto the warm hay, her legs spread wide—and conveniently exposing two rounded, moderately sized breasts sitting between her hind legs.

Horizon licked his lips. Chestnut had been fairly small in the boob area, but Peachy was definitely a much better—and bigger—sample. They were almost the size of apples, hanging in between her legs and bobbing in the open air. "You want those bigger?" he asked, a small, disbelieving grin on his face. "They're kind of already there, don't you think?"

Before he knew it, Peachy had grasped his face between her two hooves, pulling him closer until they were face to face. "Maybe," she said.. "But ain't no reason to settle, don't you think?"

Her lips brushed against his and he shivered, not bothering to resist. "I can...make it worth your while."

Horizon's horn was already lit, the tip flickering a bright, cheery green. Peachy looked up, eyes widening as sparks danced on its end.

"Now, I think I've got the spell under more control than before," Horizon said seriously. Peachy nodded vacantly, her eyes darting between his horn, her exposed cleavage, and his own throbbing stallionhood. "It won't blow them up like it did my dick, but it'll definitely make them a lot nicer. I mean, bigger."

His ears perked up as the magic began to heat up as the spell built at the base of his horn. A soft shlicking sound echoed in the stall, and his eyes followed the source until they came back to Peachy—or, more specifically, the space between her legs. One bright-colored hoof stroked gently along her taint, while the tips of her marehood were just barely exposed. As he watched, her hoof edged its way in between her pink-tipped lips, her rounded breasts pushed to either side around her foreleg. Up and down the hoof went, whitish-juices dripping down onto the now-moist (and slightly sticky) hay-covered floor. She spotted him looking and flashed him a grin.

"What? I'm just excited, is all. Gettin' this is like a dream come true." As if running automatically, her hoof came up again, just barely wetted by her dripping juices, and stroked against her nipples. Her exposed lips shivered, flushed with blood and sexual tension.

"Alright," Horizon murmured, a small grin on his face. "Just hold still, and—there." His horn flared.

Peachy watched in wide-eyed amazement as a light grown glow surrounded her breasts, its shimmer running up and down their taut curves. She shuddered in pleasure.

"Mm..." she murmured, her hoof running over her clit. "That feels so good."

After a moment, it became obvious why. Horizon watched with no small amount of hunger as Peachy's two well-sized mounds throbbed as the magic infused them—and then began to grow. They swelled outward, the two spheres widening in circumference until they pushed firmly against her hoof, which she reluctantly withdrew. They pulsed—one, two, three times—and swelled further, her skin stretching as her nipples grew, flushing a bright pink.

They soon passed the size of oranges and, fairly quickly, more resembled grapefruit with a broad, creamy appearance. They pushed out further and Peachy's back arced; she let out a low moan as an electric sensation ran up her spine. As the two breasts swelled to greater and greater heights, she closed her eyes and rubbed her hoof against their areola. As if reacting to the sudden pressure of both hoof and neighbor—by now, they were pushed against one another quite firmly—a thin trickle of whitish liquid began to dribble out from her nipples, leaking onto the floor.

Finally, the spell wore off, the green glow fading and leaving a disappointed look on Peachy's face. Her two breasts bounced between her legs, the two hind limbs pushed even further apart by their width. Horizon licked his lips, feeling a line of drool fall down the side of his face at the sight. Two melon-sized mounds rested on her pelvis, rising up into the air and looking very invitingly.

He tentatively reached out a hoof, and she nodded in wordless affirmation. Stretching forward, he slowly ran his hoof down their sides, feeling the warm, taut skin slide across his own. The two breasts were more than perky and full; they were just about as big as his own titanically-sized testicles. As he watched, that trickle of warm, white liquid ran over the top of his hoof. He pushed in further, the breast depressing under the pressure of his hoof. He looked up questioningly, and she smiled, nodding.

With his tongue held between his teeth, he leaned down and gently ran it up the length of her breasts. He had to nudge his dick out of the way, first—his member was standing like a rigid building in front of his face, but it was a simple matter to push it aside, letting its veined length slide down the side of his neck as he pushed his head forward.

He swirled his tongue across the surfaces of Peachy's breasts, pushing against her coat and leaving a slick trail of warm saliva behind. She shuddered in pleasure, her two mounds seeming to vibrate beneath his touch.

Horizon felt a sudden weight on the back of his neck. He allowed it to push him forward, guiding him until he was at the top of her left-side breast. The warm trickle of liquid was now a stream, a steady flow of creamy moisture that he lapped up with a flicker of his tongue.

It tasted good: thick, creamy. "It is milk," he exclaimed, coming up for air—and then dove right back in.

He latched his lips onto her, mouth clamping around her nipple and suckling—gently, at first, and then increasing in pressure and intensity until there was a steady stream of breastmilk flowing into his mouth. She squirmed under his weight, the roundness of her breasts pushing against his chin and forcing his mouth open. He gulped it down, loving the feel of the warm milk that filled his cheeks. Evidently, she did too, if the occasional moans of pleasure were anything to go by. His member, still at full length, his balls pushing his legs apart as he leaned down, throbbed in agreement with each swallow of her milk.

"Oh, yeah," she murmured, her twang slightly more pronounced than usual. "You take those babies out to dry. Mama's got a nice little present for you." He eagerly complied, and the suckling redoubled in intensity.

Finally, he'd had his fill, and drew back up and away from those luscious, lustful boobs. She winked as he licked at the sides of his mouth, cleaning up any of the last remnants of cream still speckling his face. "Tasty?"

"You bet!" he exclaimed. His dick bobbed up and down in agreement, his balls throbbing with need for release.  Then, realizing the volume of his prior shout, he flushed, chuckling quietly. "I mean...it was great."

"Glad to hear it, sugar." Peachy's eyelashes fluttered. Eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed with blood, she licked her lips, the hunger sparking again in her eyes. "These are just...amazin'."

"You think so?"

"Darlin'." She chuckled, shaking her head. "I can't thank you enough—these babies are more than I could've ever dreamed." As if for emphasis, she poked one with a hoof, watching with evident glee as it bobbed up and down in the air. "And they feel..."

Her voice came down to a lower, sultrier pitch. "...so good."

Horizon nodded in silent agreement, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the two enormous mounds sitting between Peachy's legs. The stream of milk had slowed, thanks in large part to his own efforts, and now only a thin trickle leaked onto the floor once more. It fell onto a cluster of hay, where a mixture of milk and feminine juices was mixing beneath her flushed clit. His dick throbbed again, blood filling its veins as it strained even further into the air, filled with lust and power.

"Y'know..." Horizon blinked and looked back up. Peachy was giving him an inviting look, her hooves back to rubbing up and down the length of her marehood. "For bein' such a good little helper, I think the milkmare can give you a little present."

"Huh?" He tilted his head. "Wha—"

His eyes rolled up back into his head as she took his mammoth cock in between her two hooves and slowly, bending it down, guided it in between her oversized mammaries. His lips parted as he felt the weight of her two breasts on either side of his dick. She took the initiative, assuming that the look on his face was an invitation to go further, and slid its length up onto her waiting stomach.

Horizon's eyes rolled back into his head as the soft, plush mounds pushed against the sides of his cock. His hips bucked forward into the air, almost involuntarily, and his eyelids fluttered at the feel of the warm, rounded mammaries that choked his member.

"So...so soft," he managed to choke out. The feeling was all around him, his two-foot stallionhood like putty in this mare's massive mounds. He grunted, and a spurt of precum shot out of the end of his dick.

It landed over Peachy's face, a generous splotch of white that covered her nose and mouth. She looked surprised at first, but then grinned wickedly, using her tongue to lap it up. She moaned in pleasure as another spurt landed on her chin, its warm, sticky mass a bare hint of what was to come.

"Mm...you sure taste good, partner." She winked at him, squeezing her breasts around his rock-hard cock as he slowly pushed it back and forth. "I can't wait for the main course."

"Unh—heh." Horizon shot her a weak smirk as she took his dick in between her hooves, her thighs squashing her mammaries around its veined, throbbing length. "What're you doing?"

She fluttered her eyelashes back at him. "Oh, don't you worry none. Peachy knows what to do. You just lay back and—"

She grunted in surprised pleasure. Horizon's two hooves gave her perky nipples another quick squeeze, his swollen balls pushing against their comparable size. A thin stream of milk leaked out of the tops again, and Peachy moaned as his tactile hooves massaged her crotch. It was just...so...sensitive.

Her back arched in a sudden cry as her groin quaked beneath his dick, her lips moist and flushed with red. "I'm—ooh," she moaned, her hooves running down the sides of Horizon's dick. "That's the stuff." Vaginal juices spilled from her pussy, electricity running up her spine as Horizon's hooves squashed her breasts across the top of his dick. He moved his limbs in big, wide circles, stroking the taut skin along their surfaces.

With another grunt, Peachy held her thighs tight around her magically-enlarged breasts, their giant, soft surfaces like cotton against her skin. Slowly, she moved them up and down the length of Horizon's stallionhood, loving the feeling of his rock-hard member against her mounds with each thrust of his hips. She pushed outward with her hooves as well, massaging the churning depths of his balls. Another spurt of precum: this time, dripping down the sides of his mammoth cock.

She licked her lips. "Well, can't just leave that mess waitin' around, can we?"

Horizon waggled his eyebrows in what he hoped was some kind of sexy wink. "Don't think so. Wanna give it a taste?"

She bobbed her head up and down before quickly leaning forward, bringing the tip of his member to her chin so that it was as close as possible. Her mouth opened wide—not enough to take the head in—but enough to suckle eagerly on its tip, lapping up the remnants of his pre that still clung to the sides. He shuddered as her tongue ran up and around the length of his head, sliding around the ring of skin that lifted it above the rest of the shaft. She came away with a long line of dribbling precum hanging from her mouth, her thighs still sliding his shaft up and down her stomach with each passing second. "Mm. Sugar, that's good stuff you got there."

"Glad you like it." Horizon squinted, trying to see through the haze of pleasure that crowded his vision. "I wanted to try something else."

"Mm?"

"How's—this?"

With a grunt and another thrust of his hips, Horizon brought the tip of his dick up until his balls were pressed tight against Peachy's ass, their voluminous girth pushing her cheeks into her hips. His pelvis thrust outward—once, twice, three times—letting the bottom of his cock slide against the top of her giant breasts as the base of his cock pushed against her dripping marehood. His ring bulged with pre, more and more leaking out of the tip of his cock until the whole head was smeared with translucent, sticky white.

"Don't—stop!" Peachy dove right back in, licking and sucking at his tip in an effort to clean up the precum there. It was a race between her and his churning balls, though—with each swallow she made, it seemed like there was always more to come. Her stomach was already starting to look a little swollen, though his balls still throbbed with need and an overwhelming urge to spill their seed.

And then he felt it—that deep, throbbing tension at the base of his shaft. "It's—it's coming," he grunted, closing his eyes and scrunching his mouth. He tried to hold it back, but Peachy only took that as a challenge.

Her dexterous, athletic hooves, toned from years of farm work, took his dick in her grasp. Hugging her voluminous mounds to her chest, she licked, suckled, and bit at his tip even as she pushed her soft breasts against his sides. Horizon's will weakened, the warm, plush skin against his rock-hard member like heaven as he thrust in and out of her crotch. A line of warm lactate spurted from Peachy's nipples, his own hooves playing with her breasts and clit as hard as he could.

"It's coming!" he repeated, even louder this time. "I—I'm coming!"

"Let it come, partner!" Peachy hollered. She ran her tongue all the way up a length of vein before slopping it up back into her mouth and swallowing the glob of precum that had landed right in her mouth. "Let it all out!"

Horizon wasn't in any mood to argue. His balls singing with a need for release, his hips bucked outward like lightning, the ring at the base of his shaft swelling as it filled with the first quart of cum.

His balls exploded, cum flying forth from his tip in rocket after rocket of long, sticky strands. In a flicker of motion, Peachy had pulled her head back and pushed his dick down the length of her stomach, as if trying to milk it with the pressure of her compressed mounds. It did the trick, or at least seemed to—the tension redoubled, and his dick seemed to swell outward with the sheer amount of pony cum filling its interior.

Globs of warm, thick seed flew forth from his tip. They flew through the air, unhindered—landing on his hooves, on his balls, on Peachy's legs, and on her hooves. Sticky strands landed on her stomach and dripped down to the hay-covered floor, where they mixed with her marehood's juices and another generous spurt of milk from her nipples, milked by the pounding, throbbing pressure of his stallionhood between them. She turned her head up just as another mass of cum shot from the tip of his cock—whether by coincidence or by design, it landed with a wet, moist-sounding splat right over her snout.

Her eyes widened, her mouth opening slightly as the cum dribbled down the sides of her face. Her back arched, causing a few drops of cum to go flying back in the air as she moaned in pleasure beneath the sheer, sudden weight covering her skin. Two more spurts followed the first, their sheer volume coloring her face white in a fraction of a second. She inhaled in surprise, and a glob of thick cum went right up her nostrils.

More and more followed, covering her breasts, their taut, perky surfaces quivering in anticipation. Her stomach was a mass of sticky, warm seed, yet Horizon's stallionhood still shot out load after load, his balls emptying out their supply on her exposed, inviting body.

Finally, the tension lessened. Each spurt came more and more infrequently, yet it was still as warm and full of seed as the one before it. As the last one landed on Peachy's chest, covering her in white, she let out a long, pleasured sigh.

"You sure do taste—" she licked her lips, swallowing a mouthful of cum, "—delicious."

It was an incredible sight. What looked like gallons of Horizon's seed had covered her in white, with long, dripping strands falling down around her head. Her mane was a sticky mass of tangled white, while her overinflated breasts had long since mixed their own secretions with his. He shot her a small grin, slowly pulling his cock back as it deflated.

"That was amazing," he murmured, rearranging his emptied balls so as to be more comfortable. Peachy winked at him.

"Amazing? You betcha." She looked down at herself, one hoof running down her cum-covered stomach as if she really couldn't believe it. "Horizon?"

"Yeah?"

Her eyes sparkled. "You can come over again any time you like. My 'n my girls," she said, pointing at her watermelon-sized mammaries, "will be happy to have you." She winked again. "Or, if you'd like, my little honey lips down here." She wiggled her thighs, the lips of her drenched pussy showing to the air.

Horizon licked his lips, his balls making sure to note that down for later. "I'll remember that."

She beamed at him, and then broke out into chuckles. "Oh, shoot," she murmured.

"What?"

"It'll be hell to get this mess off me, and I'm not entirely sure I wanna." Peachy raised a cum-soaked eyebrow in his direction, a playful smirk on her face. Her giant breasts bounced up and down on her stomach, their taut surfaces smudged with white seed. "Care to spend some time washin' up together?"

Horizon didn't even hesitate.