Pinkie Pie sat alone in the blue tent. Not that ‘tent’ felt like quite the right word, since when she thought of tents, she thought of camping in the woods, and those usually were all slopey on the sides like a pyramid or at least a big triangle. This one was like that on top, like a pyramid made of fabric or something, but then down below that there were four walls made up of curtains, so it was easy to go in or out but nobody could actually see her. Did that still count as a tent? Gazebos tended to be a bit solider, and she couldn’t think of any other likely candidates, so she guessed she was in a tent after all. Neat.

Her mostly naked butt felt goosebumpy against the fold-up white bench, and she shivered. Whose silly idea had it been to play soccer at night, anyhow? All she had over her magic panties was a soft yellow and blue robe, like boxers wore, though it was hanging open in front because she couldn’t figure out how to close it over her tits. At some point in the last two or three days she’d gotten bigger than Fluttershy, a feat she’d never have thought possible a mere week ago when her boobies had struggled just to be counted as existing. But then Twilight had come along and changed everything, and Fluttershy had managed to change everything again after that.

Pinkie hefted her tits with a smile. She had to admit, they were spectacular! There should have been stretch marks or something, but no, her magic tits were clear and unblemished and silky smooth from top to bottom. Or so she assumed without any real way of knowing what they looked like from below. They didn’t sag, but sat on her chest proudly and without the least fear of gravity, except when she jumped and then they were beautifully bouncy. She ran a hand over her left breast and sighed happily. They were firmer than Fluttershy’s, maybe because they needed to be in order to hold all their milk, but they still gave pleasantly to the touch and felt really good besides. She flicked her hard, damp nipple; she seemed to be leaking constantly of late, though thankfully never at too fast a pace. Nurse Redheart hadn’t had that problem, though, and her boobs were still several times larger than Pinkie’s, so maybe she’d dried up a bit with age?

A few drops of milk trickled onto her cupped hand, and she pressed it to her lips. Still delicious. Lately Sweet Leaf had been volunteering to help Fluttershy drink her off, especially now that her boobs were big enough for two people to fix their mouths to them without colliding. Pinkie hadn’t been quite sure about that, but Sweet Leaf had assured her that she’d screwed Fluttershy so many times over the last few years that Fluttershy wouldn’t have any objection, and this had turned out to be true. Getting two girls to drink from her at a time made her dry up quicker, and while wild sex and intense orgasms had their place, Pinkie had to admit that simple, peaceful nursing was also really fun. The feeling of deep connection to someone drinking from her tits was amazing, and her milk always seemed to make them so energetic and full of life afterwards, so she got to feel generous and proud and stuff. Besides, it didn’t make her grow nearly as much, which was starting to become a concern…

She still didn’t quite know how to take the news that Fluttershy and Sweet Leaf had been such frequent fuck buddies, nor that the same could be said of many of the other eco kids, or even some random other students around the school. It wasn’t like she’d expected Fluttershy to be a virgin, not with the way she liked to show off her chest, and especially not after actually fucking her that first time in Luna’s office. But there was a difference between just not being a virgin, on the one hand, and losing track of your partners on the other. She guessed she really just felt silly about lusting after Fluttershy for years without doing anything about it, when by the sounds of it she could have gotten into Fluttershy’s skirt ages and ages ago and ever since then as well. But Fluttershy was still shy in most things, and so Pinkie had waited for her to make the first move.

The curtains at the front of the tent thing parted and Rarity stepped in, wearing her usual skirt and boots under a big Wondercolts sweater, plus long dark purple stockings to help against the night chill. A big gem-studded purse floated next to her, surrounded by a glow matching the one around her unicorn horn.

Pinkie blushed and pulled her robe closed as far as it would go with one hand, waving with the other. “Oh, hey, Rarity! I didn’t know you’d be the one dolling me up!”

“Who else?” Rarity smirked in that way she had, the way that didn’t look prideful even though it totally should have on anyone else. “If you’re going to try to bring in the entire school for a stunt, you need the absolute best to make your costumes.”

“Well, yeah, sure!” Pinkie shifted a few inches along the bench, in case Rarity wanted to sit down too. “But this isn’t really your style, is it? I thought maybe that cupcake girl, with the yellow goggles, or…”

“A good designer is flexible.” Rarity surveyed her carefully. “Flexible in design, flexible in measurements, flexible in style. Besides, you two should have a friend help you out, not some stranger whose cross-stitching isn’t nearly as good as she says it is. Hehem.”

“Oh. Um, but are we friends? You seemed kinda grumpy when I gave you my milk to drink on Monday.”

Rarity frowned and began rooting through her purse as it continued to float beside her. “True, we’re not friends at the moment, but I’m still not about to let a friend down in her time of need, however… unorthodox. Whose idea was all this, anyhow?”

“I dunno!” Pinkie kicked idly at the ground. “Tight End told me about it, but it could have been anybody’s idea in the first place. All I know is the soccer team’s been having problems getting the school to show up to their games, so me and Fluttershy are gonna put on a half-time show for everyone. How’s it working out, do you know?”

“The stands looked quite packed.” Rarity smiled absently. “I was a little surprised to hear about this, but I guess I shouldn’t have been. You do love big public events, after all.”

Pinkie sighed. It had been a week at least since she’d gotten to throw a real proper party, what with everything going on, and that was starting to take its toll. Just that morning she’d found some of her hairs had gone totally straight, and she’d had to roll around in her private streamer boxes for ten minutes before they’d fixed themselves. What if the next morning it took her twenty minutes, or even longer? She needed help, or really just parties. Maybe help parties, if those were a thing.

“It’s not really that,” she said, looking down at herself. “Tight End says we’re getting a cut of all the tickets sold, and, uh, I kinda need the money if I ever want to get to wear a shirt again. Rarity, next time we’re friends again, could I come visit you and you could make me something?” If Rarity said they weren’t friends at the moment, no matter how well they were getting along, it was best to take her word for it. Rarity worked on some level Pinkie would never understand, and hopefully the reverse was just as true.

“Of course! You’ll be disappointing a lot of people, though. Having Canterlot High’s two bustiest students going about topless for the last three days has been a very… interesting experience.” A faint pink blush passed over Rarity’s features, and she shook her head. “Should I expect a visit from your girlfriend as well?”

Pinkie Pie laughed. “As if! Flutter’s been having the time of her life. Everyone’s looking at her, even the teachers, and she keeps telling me she’s never felt better about herself. And I guess it’s crazy arousing, too. I dunno if we’ve had a free period since Tuesday that we haven’t ended up jumping each other, whenever, wherever. Oh, hey, I wouldn’t suggest trying to learn to play recorder anytime soon, just unrelated to anything.

“Seriously, though, this has been awesome for her. Yesterday she had to walk from one end of that second-floor hallway to the other to get to her next class, right? And she passed so many people ogling her knockers and talking about her and even obviously playing with themselves, that by the time she got to class, she’d already orgasmed right there in the hall. So probably no shirt for her. I’m not sure if she’s even still wearing her skirt or panties by choice at this point.”

Rarity’s face had gotten all pink again. “I… see,” she said after a moment, and rubbed her forehead. “Might I suggest not being quite so… frank about such things? Not everyone is totally enamored of your new lifestyle, remember.” She pulled a pair of sneakers from her purse and set them carefully down on the grass by the bench. “And why do you want a shirt, anyhow? Shouldn’t Pinkie Pie the Party Planner be just as into this constant attention as Fluttershy, especially with your breasts now crafted from magic or something like that?”

“For one, it’s been hard looking professional at Sugarcube Corner lately, so yeah, there’s the money thing again.” Pinkie sighed again. “I dunno, Rarity! I do like being super sexy, but I guess I’d like to be able to turn it off every now and then? Heehee, get it? Turn it off, because otherwise I’m just turning everybody on 24/7.”

“Very droll, darling. But we really should get started, or else half-time will start before you’re ready and you’ll have to go out half-dressed.” She chuckled. “Or a quarter, in any case. I think half-dressed is the most you’re going to end up being.”

Pinkie Pie raised an eyebrow, wary and yet admittedly aroused. “Yeah?”

“Let’s be honest with ourselves, dear. Canterlot High has real cheerleaders who have real training in real routines. No matter what else you two have planned, this is ultimately an excuse for everyone to pay to watch you two having sex under the spotlights. So it doesn’t make any sense to dress you in anything but sexy outfits, and with cheerleaders already so fetishized, I’m going to have to take this pretty far for it to work at all! In this case, I’ve done up Fluttershy as—more or less—a traditional cheerleader, and you’re going to complement her through the use of negative space. You’ll see, it will all work out perfectly. Off with the robe, and we can get started.”

Pinkie shrugged off her robe, letting her oversized tits spill into the open air and making Rarity’s eyes glaze over for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, though, and soon Pinkie was wearing long fuzzy blue gloves that stretched halfway up past her elbows, with yellow stripes running along the outsides, and matching blue stockings that ended shortly above her knees. Pinkie stroked her bare boobs and giggled happily, loving the feeling of the warm fuzzy gloves rubbing against her.

For her feet Rarity offered the yellow and blue sneakers, explaining that normal boots were too tall to allow cheerleader levels of flexibility. “As for your breasts,” she said, “traditionally they should be emphasized as much as possible, but yours are so eye-catching already there’s little more that needs to be done. Still, I found a solution!” She reached into her bag again and pulled out two big balls of sparkly gold and sapphire tinsel. “Ta-da! Pompoms for your pompoms!”

Pinkie tilted her head. “You mean I’m going to wear those thingies?”

“Precisely! Now hold still.” Rarity grabbed Pinkie’s right beach ball, holding it steady, and Pinkie moaned unconsciously. She turned one of the glittery pompoms around, revealing a small suction cup on one end, and attached it firmly to the nipple. Pinkie squealed.

Rarity looked up in concern. “Too much? Does that hurt?”

“A little,” said Pinkie, gasping. “But, uh, in a good way!” The suction cup was clasped tighter around her nipple than Fluttershy at her thirstiest, pulling it roughly forward and yet providing nowhere for her milk to escape to. Her whole breast felt electrified with tension to the point she wouldn’t have been surprised to see real life sparks flying from her skin, and her milk strained against her to be free. But the pompom held firm, bouncing a little from the pressure against it but still clamped around her burning nipple like a highly concentrated typhoon.

Rarity nodded, smiling knowingly to the point that Pinkie wondered if she’d maybe tested them a little beforehand. “Smashing. Let’s wait before putting on the second one, though? So you can get used to it. Let’s see… I’d say there are multiple schools of thought on cheerleaders and panties, but I think if you wear them, you’ll only end up taking them off at some point and then losing them, so why bother? I’ll keep them in my purse and you can come find me afterwards.”

Pinkie nodded slowly, still reeling from the pompom attached to her breast and also a little awestruck at how professional Rarity was. Either this was far outside of her usual skill set, in which case, wow, or else she did this all the time, in which case, also wow. Shrugging, she hooked her fingers into Twilight’s panties and pulled them down around her ankles and off, passing them to Rarity for safe keeping.

Rarity smiled again, visibly amused, and without any warning grabbed Pinkie’s pussy and stuck a couple fingers deep within. “A little wet, dear?” she asked, tickling Pinkie’s clit innocently. “I guess that pompom is quite effective.”

“Ooh, uh, oh, yeah!” Pinkie ground her pussy against Rarity’s questing fingers, struggling to respond coherently. “Ooh, so, uh, am I going to get a skirt to wear, or what?”

“Of course!” After seven or eight long seconds of calmly fingering Pinkie, Rarity withdrew her hand and licked her fingers clean with an air of detachment that was unbelievably erotic. Pinkie could feel herself immediately making up for any moisture Rarity might just have carried off. “It was somewhat short notice, but I did have some scraps here and there of the right color.” Once more Rarity reached into her purse, and pulled forth a ring of blue fabric, wide enough to fit around Pinkie’s hips and maybe three inches long if she calling it generously.

Pinkie stared at it, eyes wide. “Is… is that one of those scraps you mentioned?”

“Why, no, darling, this is the skirt!” Rarity lifted first one of Pinkie’s legs to slide the skirt up over it, then the other, and finally pulled the whole thing above the top of Pinkie’s lower lips. “Now, you’ll be perfectly well covered so long as you don’t, uh, move. Or not move, for that matter! Truthfully I have no excuse for this, but you look amazing.”

Pinkie swallowed. She couldn’t exactly see her front very well, with two huge boobs and one sparkling pompom getting in the way, but she twisted around to look behind her and found her butt incredibly easy to see. Two or three inches still left almost all of her exposed to anyone watching, which was only going to be everybody. She was completely doomed from the front, and in the back, her hair did more than the skirt to keep her pussy hidden, and the more she thought about it the harder her pussy got to hide. Her pompom-clad nipple begged her for release, and milk was draining liberally down her other breast.

“All done!” Rarity rose to her feet and patted Pinkie fondly on the shoulder. “Take care not to get too excited, darling… you still need to fasten on your other pompom, and I imagine they can only take so much internal pressure before giving up. I see you’re already lactating.”

“Uh, yeah.” Pinkie clutched weakly at the bench. “You want some?”

“Hmm… may I?” Rarity set her purse down on the ground, and looked the least sure of herself she had since coming in. “I wasn’t exactly… flattering last time I tried some of your milk, I recall. I don’t want to impose…”

Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of how much Rarity had already imposed, especially when she’d started playing with Pinkie’s pussy out of nowhere. “No, it’s fine!” she said. “I, uh, could use the release right now. And people are always feeling me up anyway, it’s not a big deal.”

Rarity frowned. “You mean Fluttershy?”

“Sure, her too. And her friend Sweet Leaf, but sometimes just random people passing by.”

“Well, that’s not right!” Rarity knelt down before Pinkie’s left breast and lifted it toward her with both hands. “Your body isn’t public property, dear, no matter how attractive. Please stay careful.” Then she popped Pinkie’s nipple into her mouth and began to suckle, eyes closed, slowly at first but gradually gaining in confidence, and Pinkie lost herself to nursing.

Like she’d been thinking before Rarity showed up, it was a different feeling than sex. Sex was frenzied, and physical, and always changing. Whenever they got bored doing something or other, they could always switch to something else! Everywhere on the body got some rootin-tootin action, if mostly just the most sensitive spots, and no matter how pleasant it was, Pinkie couldn’t deny that most of sex was spent building up to those moments of orgasm or else calming down afterwards. There was the main course, and there was a whole lot of screwing around on either side of it, with all sorts of funky noises and poses thrown in to taste.

Nursing, pure nursing like she was doing with Rarity, was different. There was nothing to build up to, the feeding ending instead when whoever was sucking her got filled up or when she herself ran out of milk to feed them with. And before that happened, there was no steady or even bumpy progression of upward excitement, and no constantly shifting bodies or attention. Everything was still, save for Rarity’s lips latching on to her nipple again and again, and the milk flowing out of one body and into another. It was peaceful, and arousing only in a very pleasant way… her nipples stood on end, and her pussy dripped onto the bench, and her breasts hummed, but there was no agony attached to any of it. She could simply sit there, cradling Rarity’s head to her as her magical milk flowed steadily outwards.

Of course, it could have been way more erotic than that, and quite easily. Sweet Leaf was totally rubbish at keeping her hands to herself while feeding, to the point that it felt kind of bizarre to be nursing someone without anyone at all playing with her pussy at the same time. Rarity could have been more demanding in a dozen little ways, and Pinkie could have felt her up too for that matter, but there was just something so relaxing about sitting back, even dressed in a ridiculous cheerleader outfit, and letting somebody drink from her and drink and drink and drink.

“You’re on in five minutes, Pinkie,” said someone, and Pinkie blinked and looked up and saw Rainbow Dash standing in the tent. She was drenched in sweat beneath her sports clothes, rubbing at her forehead with a rag, and watched them both with a small grin. “What are you two even up to?”

Pinkie looked at her, but Rarity seemed to have no intention of disconnecting her head from Pinkie’s tit in order to answer. “We’re nursing!” said Pinkie. “I asked if Rarity wanted to drink some of my milk, ‘cause I was kinda leaky, and she was all into the idea. You want some?”

Rainbow Dash shook the ends of her hair out of her eyes. “Nah. Not really my style, and I’d probably get busted for substance abuse or something anyhow. But thanks.”

“Aww!” Pinkie pouted, almost hurt to discover someone actually not dying to touch and suck on her tits. “Are you sure? My boobs are made of magic and my milk tastes like strawberries!”

“Yeah, like nobody’s ever tried that line on me before. Hey, Rarity, you awake in there? You should really get to the bleachers.”

Several seconds passed, then Rarity finally withdrew herself from Pinkie with a sexy popping sound and a shine about her face. She wiped some extra milk drops from her lips with the back of her hand and presented it to Pinkie to lick clean, which Pinkie guessed was only fair after earlier. “Thanks, Rainbow Dash,” said Rarity. “And, uh, thank you too, Pinkie. You really do taste incredible.”

“No, no, thank you!” Pinkie fell off the bench giving Rarity a big hug, smashing boobs and pompom into her face at random. “That was really sweet. I like getting to relax a bit sometimes! I can’t wait until we’re friends again!”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and tossed her rag to the grass. Her forehead was still sweaty, but only like a dull glow, with no liquid actually trickling down into her eyes. Pinkie thought it was definitely a good look for her. “Come on!” she said. “Pinkie, if you wanna fuck Fluttershy, that’s cool, or if you wanna get all ooey-gooey with Rarity, that’s cool too. Just don’t ask me to put up with both of them right after each other!”

Pinkie giggled, deliberately not wondering if there’d maybe been a time Dashie would’ve fine with her doing all those things or more, because they were best friends and stuff. But none of that was worth thinking about just then, so she just laughed some more and let Rarity go and didn’t hug Rainbow Dash because she was kinda sorta naked and Rainbow Dash didn’t seem too into that. “Bye, girls!” she said, with a hop that sent her titties bouncing uncontrollably, and Rarity smirked and Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and they both walked out leaving her to prepare herself.

Fortunately, there was only one thing that still needed to be done. A little warily, Pinkie picked up the second pompom and checked it out from all angles. It definitely looked just as tight as the other one, and just as spangly and dazzling and all that other stuff too of course. Pinkie breathed deeply, closed her eyes, fastened the pompom to her other nipple, and screamed.

She’d almost managed to forget the first pompom while feeding Rarity, but two of them together were impossible to ignore. Tears forced themselves from Pinkie’s eyes, though she wouldn’t have been surprised to learn the tears were actually just her poor milk, lost and confused with no other way of getting out of her body. Her hair stood on end in all directions, thoroughly electrified. What she could feel of her milk felt like molten lava, burning against the inside of her tits with its traditional exit routes both blocked off by incredibly tight suction cups. Her pussy exploded with cum, eclipsing the effect of Rarity’s mere fingering and probably permanently staining the bench as it went, and Pinkie wondered for a moment what in the world she was doing this for. Then she thought about Fluttershy, and it all made sense again.

Pinkie stood still, trying desperately to think unsexy thoughts as her pussy poured down to the bench and grass below her and her entire torso seemed to be straining to fit itself into her hefty hooters to press futilely against those merciless pompoms. If she came then, really came, from her breasts and everything, she’d just ruin herself for the half-time show in a couple minutes and then she’d feel really bad about herself. So she stood there, thinking firmly about candy and letter openers and party hats—which looked kind of like nipples, come to think of it—and fruit punch, clenching her hands fast together to keep from fingering herself for sweet release.

The hands on her mental clock ticked forwards like lethargic tortoises, every tick or tock cruelly whipping her already overworked nipples. She oozed everywhere but where it really mattered, tears of liquid pain and sweat of liquid anxiety and drool and cum of liquid arousal, and shook in place, silent but for subverbal cries that forced their way through her half-parted lips without her planning them. Time slowed to the speed of Rarity in line for mandatory mud-wrestling.

And then, incredibly, Pinkie Pie stopped hurting. Her body simply gave up interpreting the immense pressure as painful, sighed, and flipped the dial over in the other direction as far as it could go. Relentless bliss blizzards froze her stalactate stalactites to their milky core and spread through the rest of her body, infecting every last inch of her with lust and delight. The suction cup pompoms stopped being unbearably miserable and started being incredibly erotic, tugging at her like she had never been tugged, demanding her orgasm in terms that could not be denied half-time show or no half-time show.

Pinkie weakly sunk to her knees and jammed one hand into her cubbyhole, barely remembering her skirt was even there for all the resistance it offered. She moaned, loudly enough for anyone to hear if they’d been spying on her from outside the tent, and began to fuck herself as hard and fast as she could manage. Time was of the essence, and she was going to be sure to expel her essence in time.

Dimly she realized that the pompoms would make it impossible to come properly, and either she had to take one of them off, or things could get all kinds of messy. Fumbling with her other hand, she grasped the right pompom and yanked it forward, screaming as it ripped from her nipple and fell sodden to the grass. A flood of milk followed it, flying in all possible directions in its joy to be free, but not the full flood, not yet, not quite there. With only one tight pompom binding her chest, Pinkie’s ambient arousal faded a little, so she fucked herself all the harder to compensate, fingers entering and exiting her pussy in a glistening blur. With her other hand she grasped her bare breast, rolling it roughly below her fuzzy gloved fingers, and whimpered loudly.

A few more seconds and she was done. Her milk, finding no escape through her left nipple, collected all into her right breast and shot forth like an enormous liquid rocketship, all at once, flying against the curtains of the tent so fast and hard that it forced them open beneath her lactal onslaught. On and on flew the milk, and back and back fluttered the curtains, letting the cool night air stream past into the tent all around her. Pinkie closed her eyes and fingered herself again and again, not stopping until her breast stopped convulsing and its last fountain had dried up and her pussy was no longer doing its best impression of a hot tub with all the jets turned on.

“What the…?”

Pinkie opened her eyes and blinked. A tall indigo girl, her blonde hair tied back in a big ponytail, stood in the entrance to the tent with her shirt and stomach utterly drenched in pink milk. She stared down at herself with narrow, shocked purple eyes, and Pinkie couldn’t help herself but started to giggle, then chuckle, then laugh out loud as the girl continued to stare in horror.

“Right… good thing we’ve got, like, showers,” said the girl. “You’re Pinkie Pie? You’re on. Go, like, put on a show or whatever.”

The girl stalked off, and Pinkie Pie snapped to attention, both as a whole and in several isolated spots of her body as well. Almost mechanically, she grabbed her other pompom and fastened it back onto her right nipple, crying out only a little as she did. Again her body was filling up with pain-become-pleasure, but there was a Fluttershy waiting out there for her, and anything she could do for herself paled next to what could be done with Fluttershy. She had money to earn, a school to entertain, and one incredibly hot girlfriend to fuck.

…all three of which were the exact same thing, in this case, which really felt a little weird, but she didn’t have time to worry about that.

Cheers filled her ears from the bleachers as she stepped outside, and she looked down at herself, amused. Besides her sneakers and her long gloves and stockings, which she had to admit felt really warm and fuzzy, she was wearing nothing but two shiny pompoms and one ring of fabric that Rarity had generously dubbed a skirt, and she was pretty sure her distaff discharge was running down the insides of both her legs. And yet everyone was cheering for her!

“Good evening, Wondercolts fans!” she screamed, and the crowd screamed right back at her. Her body shook with excitement, like it did at the climax of a huge party that everybody had been invited to and everybody had shown up for. “Are you kiddies ready to party?!”

“Pinkie!” they shouted, as one, and Pinkie’s smile stretched from one side of her face to the other and came dangerously close to forming its own separate colony altogether. This was it. The thrill of the party, of the show, of the entertainment, everything. This was what she was made for.

“Um, hey,” said a quiet voice from beside her, and Pinkie turned around, and never mind all that other stuff because this was what she was really made for.

Fluttershy was wearing the tightest shirt Pinkie had ever seen or imagined, all blue but for the yellow horseshoe logo that stretched across the front of her exquisite tits. Her long nipples stuck through it like two jets of flame eating holes through a sheet of wrapping paper, and from her back, her heavenly yellow wings were painted up with blue stripes to match the school colors. Behind her shyly clutched hands, which clutched two pompoms of a more regular make, Fluttershy wore a bright yellow skirt, a real skirt, ending at just the spot where Pinkie’s stockings began, and her legs were deliciously bare below that.

“Let’s… let’s give it up for Fluttershy, fellas!” Pinkie shouted, waving one gloved hand in her direction, and their audience cheered once more. “And some mad props for our costume designer! Geez, did Rarity have to pour her into that shirt, or what?”

“Shirt?” Fluttershy looked up at the crowded bleachers, though her eyes kept flicking back to Pinkie, reassuringly enough. “Oh, I don’t know if you understand. I’m not wearing any shirt.”

Pinkie whirled around, baffled. “You’re not?” she asked, at regular speaking volume. “But you… blue… waiiiiiiiit.” She leaned forward and stuck her head up close to Fluttershy’s chest, and the crowd shouted in appreciation. Fluttershy was right: there definitely wasn’t any cloth there.

“Flutter, is this body paint?”

“Yes! Isn’t Rarity terrifically talented? I had to sit so still, but it looks really good, and she says it’s all totally non-toxic and eco-friendly so you can lick it or anything you like.”

Pinkie stood back and reevaluated everything. Fluttershy didn’t have a shirt on. Instead, Pinkie’s spectacularly sexy girlfriend was painted blue from her thin little waist right up to her shoulders, save for the horseshoe logo and her nipples, which were also highlighted in bright yellow. Her massive tits hung totally free, even freer than Pinkie’s since they weren’t carrying bizarre pompom fetish gear along with them. Rationally Pinkie knew that Fluttershy hadn’t been wearing a scrap of clothing over her tits since they’d both lost their shirts on Tuesday, but somehow seeing her done up in blue paint made her look even more erotic than ever. “You look awesome!” she said at last, once again mourning her lack of inner poet.

“You look very strange.” Fluttershy hid a smile behind one pompom. “I don’t think Rarity quite knows what to make of you, but um, please don’t tell her I said that. So do you want to have sex now?”

Pinkie stared lustily at Fluttershy’s face and tits for several seconds. Her own body was still tingling all over, sparked by the incomparable tightness around her nipples, and her pussy had already begun to leak again, but still she managed to shake her head. “Uh, not yet. We’re cheerleaders for tonight, right? Shouldn’t we, y’know, cheerlead and stuff for a bit first? Lead cheer, maybe? I mean, I don’t want anyone to be disappointed!” She could hear their audience mumbling to itself as they stood there doing nothing, and bounced her tits around a little to keep their attention.

“I don’t think they’d be very disappointed,” said Fluttershy, and crossed her arms over her tits, leading to a sound of protest from somewhere on the bleachers. “Um, we can do that if you want, I guess, if you’re sure. I mean, only there are so many people staring at us…”

“Right, that’s the point!” Pinkie tapped one foot pointedly on the grass. “We’re doing a half-time show so that more people show up for Dashie’s and everyone’s sports game. And they’re gonna be watching us anyway when we end up screwing, right?”

“Yes, but…” Fluttershy sighed. “But that’s sex. I told you, I know that I’m sexy, and everyone likes watching me when I do sexy things or don’t wear very much. But I don’t know how to be a cheerleader! What if I try, and nobody likes it? What if they laugh at me? What if they get mad at Rainbow Dash for letting us do this? What if…”

Pinkie shut her up by pulling her in for a kiss, big boobs and pompoms squashing against other big boobs and other pompoms in a squishy mass that left their heads only just able to reach each other. Fluttershy trembled against her for a few seconds, but then settled in, wrapping her arms gratefully around Pinkie’s back and kissing her deeply. Pinkie could feel a hand reach down to rub her bare ass, and happily returned the favor, squeezing Fluttershy’s soft butt cheeks through her skirt. The crowd roared in approval.

“Look, Flutter,” she said, panting as they broke away. Her nipples were flirting with the idea of pain again, struggling to eject milk and not understanding why they couldn’t. “You’re not… there’s more to you than sex appeal, you know, right? You’re pretty and nice and inventive, and you care about animals, and there are plenty of people who like you more than just because you’ve got ginormous knockers!” She winked, and Fluttershy winked slowly back. “And they’re not gonna laugh at you. But really, look at us! Your top’s literally painted on, I’m wearing freaking pompoms on my boobies, and the only way anyone can’t check out my puss-puss is if my hair’s in the way! Any cheerleading we do is going to end up being pretty sexual.”

“I guess that’s right.” Fluttershy brushed back the hair from her face and smiled, openly this time, then pecked Pinkie quickly on the lips. “Okay, Pinkie, I’ll give it a try. What do we do?”

“I dunno, but it can’t be all that complicated, right? Just do a hop”—she leapt into the air, and the pompoms on her tits leapt up with her—“a skip”—she skipped across the field, boobs slapping wildly against her chest as she ran—“a jump”—she flung herself upwards, legs splayed outward, and her joke of a skirt lifted too and left her utterly and completely exposed from all angles—“and shake your little rump!” Both girls turned their backs to the bleachers, leaned forwards, and shook their butts as though they’d still had fake tails attached to them from last semester—Pinkie’s next to naked and Fluttershy’s still shrouded in her ruffley skirt—and the crowd erupted with applause.

In retrospect, Rarity’d had a point. Pinkie and Fluttershy were not real cheerleaders, and didn’t know any real routines or cheers—though Pinkie’s improvised ‘Canterlot, Canterlot, show those snooties/grab your balls and shake your patooties!’ did earn some applause—but that didn’t mean they didn’t try. Pinkie had a lot of fun just bouncing her boobs around and watching the pompoms’ streamers flying to and fro to catch up, and the crowd seemed to think it was fun too. The erotic lightning bolts filling her body from her twin thunderdomes were still an issue, but the more she focused on performing, the more it settled into a dull roar instead of overpowering her every sense.

Fluttershy’s pompoms were only the usual sort, which she had to hold with her hands, but she still got plenty of mileage from jumping up and down with them. The more she jumped, the more her jugs jiggled, and the more they jiggled, the more the crowd applauded, and the more they applauded, the more she jumped. Pinkie too found herself staring at those big blue balls bouncing on Fluttershy’s front, and felt her pussy draining its own form of applause down her legs and onto her fuzzy stockings.

Jumping was weary work, if only because her big boobs smashing against her as she fell was actually kind of painful, so Pinkie sat down on the grass and spread her legs out wide. Her skirt-in-name-only rode up as far as it would go, and she dropped her hand to her slit, slowly playing and stroking for all the crowd to see. The fuzz of her glove rubbing against her hard clit and drenched lips felt incredible, like she was petting a pussy cat with her pussy twat, and she felt her body heave in pleasure. “Mmm…. ah, yes!” she crooned, lifting her sodden glove to her mouth to taste and licking off her strawberry slushie as slowly and sensually as she could manage. Lights flashed from the audience, and Pinkie recoiled, suddenly realizing she hadn’t heard about any restrictions on photography or anything like that.

Fluttershy took to the air, putting her delectable wings to good use as she hovered above the stadium with her skirt flapping about her. It was too late and she was too far up to see under her skirt for real, but that didn’t start Pinkie from trying, nor probably plenty of other people too. Freed from the ground, Fluttershy began a series of elegant, erotic kicks and lunges, stretching her bare legs and pompom-holding arms out in all directions as her tits jiggled in time with everything she did. Pinkie could hear her cheering, and cheered along, watching her girlfriend high above her doing her best to show off everything that nature—and magic—had given her.

Dim memories of gym class and parkour adventures returned to Pinkie, and she stood back up, readying herself for a cartwheel. She breathed in, long and deep, leaned herself to the side, pushed, and promptly fell forwards. Her center of gravity wasn’t remotely the same as she was used to, and her offending breasts were squashed flat against the grass, spilling out in all directions and crying in pain from the impact. Her bare ass pointed directly at the audience, eliciting more applause even as she struggled to get back up and massage her aching titties.

She turned around in time to see Fluttershy do a flyover of the bleachers, her huge boobs dangling free from her chest as she flew and grazing the heads of a whole row of onlookers. Pinkie sat and watched quietly, knowing her pussy was spread open to the audience again but not really paying it any attention. Suddenly she wasn’t in the mood anymore. Up there was Fluttershy, showing off her tits in every way she could think of to a huge crowd and probably having the time of her life, and down on the ground was Pinkie Pie, who tried to do a cartwheel and just fell flat on her face.

It wasn’t like she’d never made mistakes before, not even while throwing parties. Her baking soda and vinegar cake hadn’t exactly worked out as planned, and several windows had needed to be replaced afterwards. But everyone had agreed that had gone poorly, even if some of them had agreed a little too loudly and yellingly for her tastes. Falling on her face had made the audience cheer for her, because she’d ended up giving them a great view of her butt by accident. What was the point of trying to put on a show if all that mattered was how naked you were?

She sighed. No, that was unfair. Fluttershy was arguably more covered than her, and she was doing a great job, and the audience was responding to that. Fluttershy was hovering in front of the bleachers again and had her skirt pulled up to her waist, but held one pompom in front of her pussy, shielding it from view as she gyrated sexily against it. But something or other wasn’t turning Pinkie on to this solo act. Cheerleading be damned, she wanted to screw her girlfriend already.

But Fluttershy was still in the air, and Pinkie couldn’t exactly fly up to meet her, so she guessed she had better try the cartwheel again and wait it out. She stood carefully, ignoring the crowd, and tried to get a feel for exactly how she was supposed to balance with two pompom-clad heffalumps hanging off her chest. Once again she leaned to the side, pushed off, and made it to her hands, stood upside-down for a moment… and then stayed there, as someone grabbed her legs about the ankles and held her in place. Her boobs hung down in her face, and the pompoms hung down from them in turn, all but blinding her with streamers and tit flesh.

A yellow skirt came into Pinkie’s field of vision through the streamers, and everything made sense again. “Hi Fluttershy!”

“Hi Pinkie.” Fluttershy sounded tired but also very excited. “How are you doing?”

“I was getting kind of lonely, actually!” There was blood rushing into Pinkie’s head—or maybe milk, she couldn’t tell—but she did her best to carry on a normal conversation. “But here you are, awesome! Want to fuck now?”

“I guess we could do that,” said Fluttershy, amused. She carefully pushed Pinkie’s legs apart, displaying Pinkie’s upside-down crotch to the heavens. “Look at this beautiful pussy, everybody!” she cried, and the audience shouted in response. “Isn’t it cute? Oh, goodness, and so wet, too! Um, what do you think I should do with it?”

The crowd thundered. “Eat it!”

“Oh… my.” Fluttershy giggled, and Pinkie squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation before popping them open as she felt Fluttershy’s pert tongue grace the entrance to her reservoir of lust. Pinkie’s carnal cul de sac opened itself to exploration, engorged lips blooming wide, and Fluttershy accepted the invitation, digging deep inside of Pinkie and slurping up her juices from one mouth to the other. Fluttershy’s teeth poked against her erect clit, hard enough to hurt but not enough to harm, and Pinkie cried out in ecstasy.

Pinkie’s tits and milk strained against her pompoms harder than ever before, causing the massive curved surfaces of her breasts to vibrate right against her face, and she licked herself for lack of any other options. Above, Fluttershy continued to earn the crowd’s applause, drinking from Pinkie’s flooded flower with her tongue doing circuits like a chariot race. Pinkie moaned as that rough tongue pressed against every inch of her, gulping up her cum as it went but producing more at the same time through its erotic touch. Fluttershy, it was clear, knew every bit what she was doing, and licked at Pinkie exactly how and where she needed it most, her every touch sending delighted shudders running down Pinkie’s torso into her boobs and head.

Even farther up, Fluttershy’s soft fingers caressed Pinkie’s outspread legs through her stockings, petting her up and down but careful not to let her fall. Minutes passed, and then Fluttershy seemed to get an idea, and Pinkie felt her little sneakers being pulled off and saw them fall to the earth beside her. Next Fluttershy started work on her stockings, pulling each one off carefully, slowly, until Pinkie was utterly bare from the waist down—up?—and Fluttershy took one of her toes into her mouth and Pinkie just squealed.

Pinkie couldn’t remember if her feet had been ticklish before, but that didn’t matter. Fluttershy had enveloped one toe with her lips and was sucking it, tongue doing a tapdance against it from behind, and Pinkie was writhing in pleasure. The endless sensations from her foot and tits, combined with the blood and/or milk still pouring into her upside-down head, finally won out, and Pinkie’s hands stumbled. She fell, onto her back this time, and Fluttershy fell along with her and they landed in a delicious tangle of limbs and pompoms and pink hair and mostly naked bodies.

Somehow Pinkie forced her head out of the mess and found Fluttershy’s, panting, and kissed her desperately, striving to convey every last bit of her pleasure and desire and lust and agony all at once, and Fluttershy returned it all, mouth locked fiercely around Pinkie’s own. She reeked of sex and tasted just like Pinkie’s own pussy juices, and Pinkie devoured her, their tongues slapping wetly against each other from every angle. Fluttershy moaned Pinkie’s name and several less intelligible noises into Pinkie’s mouth, and Pinkie returned the favor, molding their lips together like a jar of pickles and its impossibly tight lid.

Pinkie found Fluttershy’s billowy tomatillos with her hands and mashed them beneath her, embedding and losing her gloves in their soft masses. Long hard yellow nipples jackhammered her sweating palms, and she rewarded them with tweaks from her fingers, reveling in Fluttershy’s responding whimpers. They kissed deeply, parting only to breathe in before returning to the frantic face lock, air and tongues and spit and lips and everything else blending together in a hot wet mess that trickled drool down their chins and onto Pinkie’s expanses of boob surface. Fluttershy’s tongue darted into Pinkie’s mouth, and Pinkie clamped her lips over it, sucking away in tune with Fluttershy’s delighted grunts and groans.

Fluttershy pulled Pinkie onto her side, and they lay pressed tight against each other, Pinkie still making love to Fluttershy’s boobs and Fluttershy’s hands mapping out Pinkie’s back and butt one centimeter at a time. A finger slipped itself back into Pinkie’s seething pussy from behind, and she moaned gratefully and spread her legs a little to give Fluttershy easier access. Fluttershy’s other hand limited itself to the small of Pinkie’s back, pressing against a thousand points of sensitivity as Pinkie bucked against her questing finger below.

The kiss broke as Pinkie’s body rocked, and they stared at each other, lust gleaming in Fluttershy’s bright teal eyes. “Fluttershy,” Pinkie said, coughing, “ahhh, I love you so much…”

“Fuck me, Pinkie, fuck me!” Fluttershy’s finger dug deep into her pussy and was joined by a second and a third, and Pinkie screeched, her back arching against the other hand pressed to it. “Fuck me, take me, strip me nude and parade me to the school, fuck me, fuck your little girl, fill me up, lick me, touch me, hold me…”

The cheering of the crowd behind them had all but completely faded from Pinkie’s consciousness, as she focused on Fluttershy’s gorgeous form in front of her, that and the pleasure filling up her own body and forever threatening to burst free. “Get your skirt off,” she said, reluctantly releasing Fluttershy’s tits to give her more freedom. “Heck, I’ll get mine off too, for all the good that does…”

Fluttershy withdrew her fingers from Pinkie’s secret inner darkness, and they both leaned down to lick the strawberry juices from it, faces meeting in a wet sex-sticky kiss for a moment. Pinkie rose up to a kneeling position to shove her skirt away, dimly aware she was mooning the bleachers again with her pussy blossoming in full view but not really finding it in herself to care. Fluttershy pulled off her own skirt in one quick motion, leaving her totally naked and revealing her pantieless crotch as soaked as the ocean floor. Her now-familiar scent filled Pinkie’s senses, salty and sweet at the same time, and Pinkie purred in barely checked desire.

Fluttershy’s pompoms lay discarded nearby, and Pinkie grabbed them, tossing one over to Fluttershy to catch and keeping the other for herself. “Cheerleading?” asked Fluttershy. “Again?”

“Nopers, better idea!” Pinkie jammed the spangled head of her pompom into Fluttershy’s pussy, and Fluttershy shrieked before quickly covering her mouth and looking self-conscious. Then Pinkie pushed the pompom farther in, and Fluttershy gave up and abandoned herself to pleasure, back arched as she bucked against the ball of sparkly streamers that was invading her. Pinkie flicked at her clit with her thumb and continued to push the pompom in until she could push it no farther, then pulled it back out, slowly, teasingly, watching its newly-soaked surface creep out of Fluttershy like a newly-woken opossum. Fluttershy moaned softly, looked down at the other pompom still clutched in her hand, and drove it into Pinkie’s pussy in turn.

Pinkie emitted a strangled sound halfway between a laugh and a shriek. It tickled! A million snippets of gaudy tinsel had gotten into her gaping garbhagriha, each one of them seemingly intent on tickling every available highly sensitive surface within her. Pinkie shook with laughter and arousal, and the pompoms suctioned to her tits shook along with her, tickling her up there as well. Her body came alive from nip to toe with constant, ever-changing sensation, and tears sprang her eyes to splash down her cheeks and be absorbed into the smooth surface of her bouncing boobies.

She and Fluttershy leaned back and thrust the sodden pompoms slowly in and out of each other, reveling in the unique sensation of the shining wet tinsel streamers pressing against their insides and tickling all over their wide-open pussy lips. Fluttershy’s chest heaved, and Pinkie’s attention returned to those ridiculously rotund rondures that had so transfixed her for years, now painted blue and yellow but every bit as big and beckoning as ever. She leaned in and engulfed one novel-length nipple in her mouth, where she sucked it and played with it and gave it as much love and devotion as her lips and tongue could possibly give. Fluttershy’s ample breast mass pressed warmly against Pinkie’s face as she rode the pompom up and down, and Pinkie cradled her tits with her free hand, fingers drawing loving patterns up and down their curves.

“Mmm…” The erect nipple rolled about in her mouth as Fluttershy rolled about on the pompom, and she tried to suckle it in time with the pompom pulling in and out of her burning pussy but ultimately failed to obtain such a level of fine control. Then Fluttershy, moaning, grabbed Pinkie’s head with one hand and forced it deep between her breasts, filling Pinkie’s eyes and mouth with delicious soft blue skin. She nuzzled deeply, rubbing every inch of her face against those beautiful boobs and gasping as Fluttershy’s hard nipples poked into her ears. Sweat from her forehead mixed freely with Fluttershy’s own, and Pinkie stuck out her tongue to catch any she could, lapping happily at Fluttershy’s willing titties.

Fluttershy’s hand ran madly up and down Pinkie Pie’s back, her fingernails leaving small gashes in Pinkie’s lumpy skin that should have hurt had her entire body not been already so engrossed in turning pain into pleasure, with those pompoms still closed around her nipples and denying her and her milk flow even the faintest moment of release. Pinkie cried out and drove the pompom into Fluttershy’s pussy harder, faster, and was rewarded with an answering cry of equal lust and frenzy.

“Ooooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, fuck, ah, yes!!! Fill me up, Pinkie, fuck me with my pompom, open me wide, let them see me, let them all see me, fuck me silly, so fucked, so fucking great, yes, Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie, oooh, yes, mother fucking yesssssss…”

“I’m doing it, Flutter, I am, I am!” Pinkie had to shout to be heard through the miles of Fluttershy’s aqua-painted tits surrounding her joyous face. “I’m filling you up, pumping you full of pompom, dipping in your salsa, padding your parcel, infesting you with tapeworms! Ahh, I’m getting closer, Fluttershy, I need this, need you, need to explode…”

In and out pushed the pompoms, coated from head to tip with sex syrups, and Pinkie moaned into Fluttershy’s tits as the tinsel continued to poke and prod at her open lips and every inch of her behind them. Her nipples were struggling to get free and gush outward, and the pompoms attached to them were vibrating wildly now from the sheer milky pressure building up from within. Individual tinsel streamers were breaking off from the strain, falling forgotten to the grass below between their sweaty and rocking bodies.

Pinkie pulled her head out of Fluttershy’s cleavage and shoved her own tits forwards, breast meeting breast and flattening the cruel pompoms between them. Fluttershy shrieked as Pinkie rolled her boobs around and around against her, and her wings started twitching spasmodically, no longer obviously under her control. Drool fell from the corner of her mouth, and Pinkie licked it up before drawing Fluttershy in for a series of rough, frantic kisses, fast and furious, like hummingbird wings except much wetter and sexier.

Suddenly Fluttershy leapt to her feet and stood there, hair unkempt and in all directions, wings shivering, arms akimbo beside her, utterly nude and sweating with cum running freely down her legs. Pinkie stared up at her in confusion, Fluttershy’s abandoned pompom still sitting deep within her red-hot pussy and pressing against her insides like a mad thing.

“Fluttershy, what…?”

“Like a cheerleader.” Fluttershy’s soft eyes were afire with passion. “We’re cheerleaders, Pinkie. Finish me like a cheerleader. Please, finish me, I’m so close, so close, almost there, please, fuck me, fuck me like a cheerleader…”

“Okay, okay, sure!” Pinkie struggled to her feet and mourned as the pompom slid wetly out of her for the last time. She caressed her enflamed pussy with one hand, kneading and playing with her rocky nub, refusing to let her arousal die. “Ahhh, what do you need me to do?”

Fluttershy leapt into the air again, her wings catching her and letting her hover a few feet above the ground, and Pinkie stared entranced at her streaming pussy directly before her. “Lift me,” said Fluttershy. “Lift me above you. I’ll use my wings so I’m not so heavy, but we need to do a real cheerleader pose, need to finish this properly, please, please, Pinkie, please, please Pinkie, do this for me, fuck me, please…”

The pompoms on Pinkie’s chest stood upright on their own as she reached up her hands and Fluttershy stepped onto them. Pinkie pushed her legs apart and stood triumphant on the grass, facing and bearing her all to the silent bleachers, arms raised above her head, and on her hands stood Fluttershy, legs wide open, arms likewise high above her, punching the air in triumph. Pinkie stared upward at her bright pink pussy and the undersides of her glorious, enormous boobs, while Fluttershy screamed the name of Canterlot High and every cheer she could remember, all shyness completely forgotten.

Pinkie’s mouth watered at the sight above her, and she brought her hands slowly downwards, the near-weightless Fluttershy descending with them as she did. Fluttershy’s pussy lowered onto Pinkie’s upturned face, and she reached out her tongue and licked it, wetly, greedily. Fluttershy cried out in surprise and delight, and Pinkie raised her up again, and brought her back down, and licked her long and hard, tracing her tongue along every fraction of an inch of Fluttershy’s open lips and insides. Up and down she lifted Fluttershy, piercing her glorious pussy in and out with her longing tongue, and Fluttershy cried and cheered and moaned for Pinkie to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her hard…

Pinkie’s tongue darted out one final time, drilling deep into Fluttershy’s open crevice, and Fluttershy exploded with cum around it. Her body spasmed in the air, held aloft only by her wildly flapping wings as she lost all contact with Pinkie’s hands, and her juices flooded from her and soaked Pinkie’s grateful face below. Cum poured down from above and coated Pinkie’s cheeks and lips and hair, filling her mouth with sweet salty goodness, until Fluttershy could give no more and fluttered exhausted to the earth.

Her exhaustion was only brief, though, for in a moment she grabbed Pinkie to her and lifted off again, both of them soaring into the air above bleachers and its entranced inhabitants. Pinkie struggled for a moment, panicked, then quickly relaxed into Fluttershy, confident that she was safe in her arms and would not be dropped to her death. Fluttershy’s breath was hot and ragged against the back of her neck, and Pinkie’s matched it, gasping from shock and lust both as she hung above the watching crowd, her boobs vibrating and their pussies open.

“Show them,” whispered Fluttershy into Pinkie’s neck, and dotted her words with tiny, unbearable kisses all along Pinkie’s back. “Show them your magic. Show them your gift.”

Pinkie moaned and drove her hand back into her pussy, touching, pressing, filling, flicking, petting, loving, as her other hand grasped her tortured titties and massaged them as kindly as she could. Fluttershy’s airbound orgasm had turned her on even farther than she’d already been, and now there was Fluttershy holding her, Fluttershy’s arms around her waist, Fluttershy’s lips kissing her neck, Fluttershy’s boobs squashed against her back, Fluttershy’s nipples digging into her, Fluttershy’s feet rubbing against her legs, Fluttershy’s wet pussy grinding against her butt. Feverishly she fingered herself, feeling the pressure within her build and build, fighting those horrid pompoms to be free, to spring forth, to explode…

“Show them, Pinkie. Show them how amazing you are. Have your incredible orgasm, right here, for them, for me…”

Pinkie did. The tight pompoms reached their limit and rocketed from her nipples at the speed of sound, the very air buckling around them as they flew. An eternity of strawberry milk erupted from Pinkie’s humungous domes, propelled at unchartable speeds born of lust and desperation, all across the bleachers below, dousing the unsuspecting audience with wave after wave of gleaming milky goodness. Fluttershy gripped her tighter, holding Pinkie steady as her body shook with repressed passion, and flew along the front of the bleachers, allowing each gush of Pinkie’s milk to fall onto a new set of unprepared onlookers. Pinkie’s quaking tits finally spurted their last as they cleared the very end of the audience, the whole rows having had her milk poured shakily onto them from high above.

The audience erupted even as Pinkie herself had done, filling the stadium with applause and cheers and the sounds of their names as Pinkie and Fluttershy hung spent in the air. Pinkie twisted around in Fluttershy’s arms to face her, and buried her face in Fluttershy’s neck, licking it a little but only tenderly as she did. She embraced Fluttershy with both arms, taking care to rest her arms below Fluttershy’s wings, and Fluttershy embraced her back, clutching her wetly to her as they descended ever so slowly to the earth below.

They landed, and Fluttershy lifted Pinkie’s massive tits in her hands and sucked the last drops of milk from them, sighing in contentment as she did. Pinkie ran her hands lovingly through Fluttershy’s hair, pressing her head gently against her exhausted breasts, surprised she was still even able to stand.

The continuing cheering and stamping of feet from their audience caught her attention, and she waved at them with one hand, the other continuing to pet Fluttershy’s head through her long pink hair. “That’s our show, everyone!” she shouted, and the audience shouted back to her. “Thanks for watching! Stick around for the next part of the soccer game, and, ooooh, wow, Fluttershy!!!—uh, I mean, and be sure to root for our girls and boys in the blue and yellow! Oh wow yes with the tongue and the teeth yes right there yes please, uh, that is, have a great night!”

Pinkie panted heavily and grabbed Fluttershy’s butt to her, making the other girl rear up away from her nipples in surprise. “Come on, Fluttershy,” she said. “We’d better get out of here, or the game’ll never start back up and Dashie would kill me.”

“Oh, sorry, you’re right!” Fluttershy kissed her on the forehead, on the nose, and on the lips, before surrounding her again with her soft yellow arms. “Come on, I can carry you. I feel so wonderful right now, Pinkie, I could fly a thousand miles!”

“Uh, sure!” Pinkie hugged Fluttershy to her, taking care to rest one hand firmly against her cute butt, and giggled as they lifted off the ground and into the night. “So, uh, where are we going? Don’t we need to meet up with Rarity? She’s got my magic panties, and I guess probably all your clothes too…”

“Later.” Fluttershy gave her another affectionate squeeze. “Um, first we need to go to the afterparty, if you don’t mind…”

Pinkie giggled again, though she was starting to feel just a tad bit uncertain of this plan. “I do like parties! Wait, you mean we’re going to hang out with the whole dang sports team after the game? Dressed like this?”

Fluttershy laughed, her clear and innocent laugh. “Oh, no, not exactly…”

Author's Notes:

The name Tight End comes from this screencap. It doesn't look like there's any consensus around it like there is for Sweet Leaf, but if you have an opportunity to name a character "Tight End" in a porn fic, you damn well take it.