Cadance bit her lip, stifling a grunt. Taking in a deep breath, she tightened her grip around the waistband of her pants and gave another heave.

Her chest puffed out, her breasts heaving, she struggled to pull the pants over her ample hips. Any other mare of her height wouldn’t have had a problem fitting into them. But Cadance wasn’t just any mare.

She huffed and gave another forlorn tug. Most of the time, she was grateful for the figure that her ascent to alicornhood had given her. Sometimes, though, she found it incredibly annoying. Today was one of those days.

Her waistband bit deep into her legs, her hipflesh folding down over it as she struggled to force it up. Cadance had never been a fat mare, but alicornhood had improved her figure in other ways; her thick, smooth thighs pushed against one another so tightly that it was difficult to get the fabric between them. She stiffened as she felt them rubbing against one another, and grunted again as she made another fruitless attempt at tugging the pants up and over her waist.

At six feet, four inches, Cadance wasn’t exactly a small mare. Yet even the average mare of her height only ever reached around a thirty-two inch waist. She had one even thinner: twenty-nine inches, tapering off to a perfect hourglass figure around the middle. The pants were, ostensibly, the same measurement. The problem wasn’t her waist. The problem was the rest of the hourglass.

Her bountiful thighs and hips were jiggling now, quivering as the bottoms of her palms bounced off of them in a futile effort to tug her pants just an inch or two higher. She pushed inward, and let out a soft gasp of success when she managed to squeeze her pants up a good half inch—and then groaned in disappointment when a sudden flex of her hips sent her pants back down another two.

Gritting her teeth, she rearranged her grip on her pants and tried a different angle. Reaching behind her back, she actually had to bend her arms at the elbow and lean backwards slightly so that her forearms could reach past her rump. She closed her eyes and gave another heartfelt tug.

Unfortunately, her flank wasn’t quite so accomodating. Even specially modified by a seamstress working at the Crystal Palace, her pants still had a difficult time wrapping around what had been, at the last time of measurement, a fifty-inch rump. Cadance’s lower lip trembled as she struggled against the force of her fat, plush rear, her forearms rubbing in vain against the soft, smooth surface of her cheeks.

Her fingers lost their grip. Her pants, kept in place only by the sheer size of the legs filling them, sagged only slightly against her thighs. Cadance let out a grunt of frustration as her fingers slid upward—and closed around her rear.

She nearly melted right then and there. A mare with...assets of her size tended to be much more sensitive than the average pony, and her rear was no different. She groaned softly, her slender fingers kneading into her soft, plush butt. As frustrating as it was to deal with, it was one of her most prized possessions, not in the least because of the sheer amount of pleasure it gave her. She hefted one of her butt cheeks in her palm, and stifled a moan as she felt it sliding against the other, forcing its generous mass down against the back of her thigh.

A pair of weights settled onto her hips. Cadance was suddenly aware of a warm breathing by her ear. She glanced upward, into the full-body mirror before her, and smiled. Shining Armor’s fingers twitched around her waist, his big hands resting comfortably on her near-horizontal hips.

“Looks like someone’s having some wardrobe trouble,” he said. He chuckled softly. She squirmed, her heart beating a bit faster, as he leaned in even closer. His breath was hot and moist against her ear, and she could feel something long and hard pressing up against the space between her butt cheeks. She let her hands fall to her sides and took a long, deep breath, savoring Shining’s scent.

“Mmhm?” she murmured back. “What might have given you that idea, honey?”

She saw Shining grin at her through the mirror. “Just a hunch,” he said. A beat later, she gave a sudden gasp as she felt him pinch her rear between his fingers. Then his head was curling around her neck, and his cheek was rubbing against hers. She turned her own head and took his lips in her own, their tongues wrestling gently as his hands massaged her generous hips.

She pulled away, a line of saliva still clinging to her muzzle. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to lap it up. She met his gaze, saw his bright blue eyes sparkling. “Morning, honey,” she said, somewhat dreamily.

His lips brushed against hers again. “Morning, sexy,” he said back. His hips twitched against her rump, and she stifled a giggle as she felt his “little Shining” twitch as well.

She raised an eyebrow. “Sexy, huh?” she asked. “Fat lot of good it’s doing me know.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Shining said playfully. “Looks like it’s doing some fat good right now.” He gave her ass another pinch. Cadance feigned horror, then smirked lazily.

“Maybe it’d do me more good if my husband actually helped me out of my current conundrum,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Hm?”

Shining chuckled. “Of course, honey.” He paused to suck briefly on the edge of her earlobe—she all but melted when he did that; gods, that teasing bastard—and then withdrew behind her. He placed his hands on the waistband of her pants.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll pull them up. When they’re all the way there, you’ll have to zipper and button them closed. Sound good?” Cadance nodded. “Three—two—one.”

Cadance winced as he slid the pants up her thighs. It wasn’t a violent movement, and not really a painful one. Still, it was hard to ignore the pinch she felt as her globular ass was forced into a container about four sizes too small.

“You really need—eurgh—to get bigger pants,” Shining grunted.

“Maybe—guh—we can discuss it once I’m not naked,” Cadance growled back.

Her fingers twitched as she felt the seat of her pants slide over the top of her rump, but she managed to find the button and pin it closed all the same. Shining Armor released his grip and Cadance released a heavy breath.

She took a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror. Thankfully, it hadn’t been too difficult to get her shirt on that morning, but a good four inches of cleavage poked through above her neckline. One of Shining’s hands snaked under her armpit and squeezed the bottom of her hefty H-cup; Cadance groaned, her body twitching slightly as he massaged her soft, warm titflesh.

“You sneaky, horny little colt,” she murmured. A smile twitched at her lips, and Shining grinned back.

She traced along the inseam of her pants with a finger, then curved her palm along the outside of her thigh. It was a tight fit, to be sure, but just feeling how tightly packed those pants were still managed to turn her on. Her hand floated over to her rump. She cooed softly at her reflection. Her fingers, spread wide, curved around the side of her hips, then came down to rest gently on her big, juicy ass. She hefted her weight to the side and turned a few degrees, lifting her rear to better see it in the mirror. Biting her lip, she traced along the contours of her cheek, breathing hard as she felt it squish beneath her fingertips.

She felt another squeeze at her bust, and she turned and pounded a fist against Shining’s chest. “You’re incorrigible,” she said.

He grinned goofily at her. “I can’t help it if my wife is so sexy.”

She kissed him again. He told her that every day, but she’d be damned if she didn’t like hearing it more every time. Her fingers traced along the inside of his leg, playfully massaging the bulge snaking down his thigh. “I see you got your pants on easily enough.”

His grin became wolfish. “It wasn’t easy, especially when I’m sharing living room with a butt that big.”

So he wanted to play like that, hm? Well; she could oblige. “You saying my butt’s big?” she purred.

“Maybe,” he said. He gasped when he felt her palm brush up against his crotch.

“So my husband likes big-butted mares,” she purred. She pressed herself against him, her nipples squishing against his broad, firm chest. Her hips swayed gently, her thighs rubbing against his. He groaned, whimpering softly as she played with him.

“Call my butt big, hm?” she said. “Maybe next you’ll be saying that I’ve got a fat butt.” She growled playfully, then laid a chaste kiss on his chin. Her skillfull, practiced fingers trailed along the length of his bulge, his meaty python throbbing against the pant leg. He was all but putty in her hands now: a willing, groaning slave to his lusts if she so much as crooked her finger. She had him in her palm and he knew it. “Is that what you like? A big, thick mare, with a big, fat ass—”

Shining Armor moaned. His tool seized up beneath Cadance’s grip. Licking her lips and smirking, Cadance slowly pulled her hand away as Shining’s hips jerked and twitched, his bulge lurching as rope after rope of his seed spurted out down the side of his leg.

Breathing heavily, Shining groaned. Cadance grinned at the sight of a good few cups of cum leaking out of the end of his leg, draining onto the floor and—undoubtedly—staining the carpet. She didn’t mind, though. It was worth it, to tease him like this.

“Damn it,” he gasped, shuddering again as she suckled lightly on his collarbone. “These were my good pants.”

Cadance pulled her muzzle away and laughed. “I guess that’s one problem when you’re married to a mare of my size,” she said, meeting his eyes. “You can never quite...control yourself.”

She gave his bulge another squeeze and Shining grunted, another generous spurt of hot, thick cum flooding his pantleg.

“Now I’ve gotta change,” he whimpered. “I’ll be late for the morning drills.”

Cadance kissed him on the lips. “Maybe next time you’ll think before making fun of a mare’s figure,” she purred.

He pulled her in for another kiss. “Gods,” he breathed, “but you’re turning me on like this.”

She returned it, hungrily. “Not now,” she said. “We’ve both got too much to do.”

“Tonight?”

Her lips twitched. “Maybe,” she said. “I might even bring something to spice it up a bit.” Or someone.

“You tease,” Shining said. “You terrible, awful tease.”

She winked. “Just for you, my horny little stallion.” Another kiss. His lips were warm on hers, and she had to remind herself that she couldn’t let herself go now. There’d be time enough for sexiness later. Her eyes darted down to his crotch and she had to chuckle. “Or my horny ‘big’ stallion, maybe.”

“Big enough for you, I hope,” he said.

She slapped her rump, and shivered as it jiggled madly in its tight prison. “With an ass this big?” she said, raising an eyebrow. “I should certainly hope so.”