Author's Notes:

Please remember to enjoy Pinkie Milk responsibly, and with friends. Do not operate heavy machinery while under the influence of Pinkie Milk.

Back to the present, where you were watching Rarity wiggle her way down the garden path leading back to Ponyville’s main boulevard. You’d been meaning to get back to work, but it was quite the distraction thinking about what a simply marvellous cow the chubby unicorn would make. Mares like Rarity could always use a little help getting unwound; if only she'd slow down her constantly-racing Diva brain and take her time. Relax. Grow her chest a little and think simpler thoughts with her pussy, instead of her brain.

You roused yourself from daydreams of heavily-pregnant unicorns, bidding farewell to a particularly tempting thought of a large, gravid Rarity proudly resting both hands on the dome of her foal-stuffed belly. You reminded yourself that the store was still in a shambles, with no preparations made for the customers still pouring in! Rarity had, once again, left your milk barn in total disarray! What a sight she'd left behind her largely-curved backside on her way out. Why, in the barn’s current state, many a pony would be forgiven for thinking you were running some kind of slatternly fetish-club for equine deviants here, and not the fine upstanding establishment you'd worked so hard to cultivate.

As you scanned the milk-coated disarray, one thing became immediately clear: with Fluttershy fully out of commission and Babs preoccupied with keeping both her milk-nozzles spraying at full blast, you and Balloon Butt had to get the operation back on its feet, and fast. Which meant, first things first, finding Fluttershy and her colossal chest, and getting her cleaned up and presentable again. It shouldn't be too hard, at least, in theory: after all, you'd escorted the big ol' Ponymoo to a corner of the barn to sit down and relax just a few minutes ago. She couldn't have gone far since then!

Yet when you cast your eyes in that direction, all you could clearly make out amongst the mess of buckets, canisters and milking equipment was a pair of yellow beanbags that each looked large enough to seat all three of your heifer’s enormous backsides at once. Industrious! Had Pinkie purchased some party supplies on the company stipend to make the milking process a bit more comfortable?

But you'd have to have some words with her if she had. It was a good idea, but had she had to pick such a particularly odd yellow shade for those bench-sized spheres? It looked exactly the same colouration as Fluttershy's body and... wait a minute, were they moving?

Oh!

As you slowly crept your way over, shifting all manner of dairy farm equipment out of the way, you noticed, sure enough, a pair of little yellow Pegasus wings and a long silky pink mane were peeking out from behind those twin bulges. Those twin bulges that, in retrospect, were definitely part of one of your three girlfriends. It looked like someone had been doing some serious growing since you'd last checked on her, and you doubted that in her current lusty state she was feeling the least bit guilty about it.

All that was visible above and around her breasts now were the aforementioned little yellow wings, the familiar bimbo-pink head of creamy hair, and an eye-rolling look of bliss on her sweaty chops so joyous it was probably illegal. She was resting her chin on her rack, and it looked like the combination of her titgasm and the belly-stuffing had left her more sex-drunk than ever. Both baby blues had rolled all the way up to the ceiling, with a smouldering red blush sizzling across her face directly underneath. Her snout was upturned, both nostrils flared. She was rubbing her silky, gloved hands over whatever she could reach of her fat teats, and every squeeze into the soft flesh gave the milk-cow another jolt of pleasure, the glistening pink tongue hanging from her mouth seemed to find a new direction to flick her droplets of drool in. Oooh, yeah. That was a pony who was definitely in several happy places right now.

She'd gotten close to this chesty and big and... just plain overflowing with Fluttershyness... a few times in the last few months, but you were pretty sure she'd never actually ever gotten this plump and rounded. While kneeling on the ground, her lap was completely dominated by her chest and belly. Angel Bunny would have to find somewhere else to sit for the time being, because there wasn't any space here! Even her long, supermodel-like legs clad in cowprint-patterned thigh highs were almost completely obscured, sinking deep into the underside of both her creampuff chest and that foal-stuffed belly of hers.

Even the magical harness you'd equipped her with, made especially for occasions like this, looked ready to nobly lay down its life in what was rapidly beginning to look like another victory for giant tits. It was bulging at the seams, pinching her chest-flesh so tightly barely half the material was even visible anymore. The rest was being devoured by her melons, disappearing into expanding yellow curves like a sinking ship. At this point, Fluttershy’s chest could only have been improved further by a thorough cum-glazing.

Was it perhaps time to get her collar off and let her ease four or five hundred pounds of breast off her body? You reached for it, but the mare’s bulwark soundly obstructed your efforts.

"Pinkie! Help me out here!" you called back to the Earth Pony, and moments later the cuddly cow was on her way. You knew as soon as you heard those thundering hoof-falls echoing around the small barn.

Pinkie was exuberant enough as a regular pony, her hooves always loudly clopping with each bubblegum-bounce. But now in her greatly-grown, puppy-brained state, it was more like an elephant was coming up behind you. Buckets rattled and fell onto their sides, while a couple of fresh jars of milk toppled from high-up spots on shelves, shattering along the barn's flooring.

The intoxicating aroma of freshly-baked cakes and candies grew closer and closer, until it was so near you could practically see the icing and taste the sugar. In all your days, you'd never met a pony with such a unique, mesmerizing scent as Pinkie, with just one whiff of her body enough to drive a ravenous mob to the nearest bake sale or sweets store and clear out every table.

It almost went without saying that Pinkie’s "candy milk" was a hit, the multi-coloured cream that shot from her teats like a brain-melting orgasm for your tongue, reducing even the most mature-minded pony to a drooling, titty-sucking infant in mere moments. One day you’d been so flustered by the sheer impossibility of it that you actually cornered the giggling floozy and managed to ask her exactly how she got it to taste that way, or why it came out in yellows, blues and whatever other fanciful colours she seemed to want on demand. The pony had just slapped her forehead like it was the most obvious question in the world. "Umm, duh! Cause it's, like, made of candy! Helloooo~?"

Further questions had been silenced by her firmly sinking your confused little head into her bustline, and not letting you out till you were so sugar-overdosed you didn't know which way was up anymore! It was a good thing she only used her powers for good, or Pinkie’s ability to fire twin salvos of rainbow-coloured candy milk over twenty feet into the air, leaving everything it touched dazed, and deep in sweet dreams, could have made her Public Enemy Number Fun.

Now that that scent of chocolates, caramels and cornets had completely overwhelmed your schnozz, you had no choice but to slowly turn and take in the refreshing sight of Ponyville's Candy Goddess, Pinkamena Diane Pie. In the considerable flesh.

Pinks had been doing her own share of growing today since donning her cow collar, and while Fluttermoo had maintained her waspish figure by centring all expansion almost solely in her chest, Pinkie had taken on a more “rounded” approach. In other words, Ponyville’s #1 Prankster was tubbier than ever, with broader shoulders and plentiful carriage to spare.

She looked like a sugar rush coma-dream come to life. Like a sparkling parade float, or a bouncy castle that had gotten up and walked away from Canterlot Fairgrounds. Now the lovely pony stood over you with a big, doting smile on her face, the look half-hidden behind those immense pink plonker-honkers.

Pinkie dropped forwards and brought her face so close to yours she almost gave you a boop right on the nose. Before her bouncing breasts tumbled into the space between your bodies, bridging the gap and demanding male attention, you had the perfect view of her hands resting on each tree-trunk thigh. Her hands covered as much of those thighs as a foal’s would of yours.

“I know what you need to get us back on track, Mister!” said Pinkie, blue eyes boiling over with carnal lusts.

Pinkie’s big arms shot out, trapping you in a bear-hug that lifted you completely off the ground. “A biiiig huggy-wuggy!”

Before you could breathe a word of protest, Pinkie shot back up to her full height and swung you around in a circle, just barely avoiding braining the semi-unconscious yellow cow in the corner. It would have been the perfect platonic image of a big buddy playin’ with her little friend, if not for the openly-drooling look on Pinkie’s face, and the slick gushing sounds emerging from between her monster-thighs.

As her grip on you tightened, you were pushed deeper and deeper into the warm embrace of Pinkie’s substantial curves. Shiny, smooth chest-flesh loomed before your eyes, growing closer and closer, until it enveloped your head completely, flattening your ears to the top of your head. Sight and sound were elbowed out of the way completely, two normally critical senses rendered yesterday’s news by the vista of smells, tastes and touches~ Pinkie’s chest delivered all three in drug-like quantities.

“Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” she teased, even while she was busy getting you nice and drunk on her curves.

Needless to say, motherhood had only made Pinkie’s breasts even more full and nourishing. Nowhere was this more evident than her cowprint sling bikini’s paltry attempts to provide coverage, looking like shoe strings stretched over a vast pink ocean of mammary. Or, where her titty-nozzle nipples were concerned, like two pieces of tissue paper about to plunge into the mouths of two active volcanoes. Any and all attempts to seal away the pony’s expanding assets had failed or were failing before your eyes, the mares constantly bursting over and out of every item of clothing you packed them into.

Now, Pinkie might only have the second-biggest set of sweater-puppies in all of Equestria, but she definitely had the biggest nubbins on the tops of 'em. Each wrist-thick nipple sat atop a mound of rosy pink areola, puffed up until they were as big as a small set of breasts themselves. The material of her sling had been originally designed to cover at the very least her nipples in their entirety, but now it was just stressed to string-thickness over the foaming head of each crenellated puddin' cup.

Each breast was coated with a sheen of milk, some of it hers, but most of it splattered onto her chest in the wake of Babs' and Fluttershy's hard-working ministrations. It wasn't unusual for everyone to be dripping the stuff by the end of the day, and so far today had been extra messy. With no end in sight!

“You are!” she said with a skip, setting off a wave of jiggling. “Ya big bareback-breedin’ hunk!”

Speaking of breeding, below the heaven-sent bell-shapes of those formidable twin peaks was, of course, the immensely large bulge of Pinkie's pregnant belly. It dwarfed her frame even as it hung off of her, even her bosom looking small in comparison. The foals within that to that warm and inviting belly must be kicking like crazy and craving to get out, if they took after their mother even slightly! In short, a perfectly rounded belly even wider than her hips.

“Thereeee we go! Heehee! You must be calming down already, boss! ‘Specially if you got time to sprout a baloney pony like that one right up against my candy barrel!” boasted the moo-cow. It was true. You’d hiked your pants up in the interim period between Fluttershy and... all this, but now you had an erection fit to break a plate, jammed directly into the swell of her developed tum. It was a more incriminating announcement of your lust for her chub than words could ever be.

Pinkie soon changed up her grip on you slightly, helping you get more cozy against her. She cupped your butt, engulfing it with both of her bull-strong hands. She lifted your legs and coaxed you to wrap them all the way around her, tangling your hooves in her sling till you had a firm grip. Your hands dug into the inch or so or visible waist she had, the barely-there slice of flesh, lingering like a neutral City State between the kingdoms of Bustonia and Booty Town. All you could do was hang on to that soft body for life, and hope her titties didn’t grow so much bigger that her waist was entirely annexed. Your hands would end up completely trapped!

Pinkie could now straight-up manhandle you now like you were as fluffy as a cloud. All around you, female bodies were swelling with a strength and fertility you couldn't possibly begin to keep up with.

Of course, even with both legs wrapped around her lower body, you barely encircled a third of Pinkie’s impossibly-large hips. Those matronly curves were truly foalbearing: in the sense that they were so big there weren't many species whose young she could not bear, whether pony, dragon or something else entirely.

Pinkie's showboat lower body could move a man to tears, making her into a living hourglass, with a waist that was barely visible under all the chub. It formed the necessary support for the shelf-like mating-signal of a butt that had enchanted you in the first place so many months ago, thrusting a solid foot or so out behind her. An ass that size needed comparative thighs to hold it up, and Pinkie was no slouch there. "Big" didn't begin to describe the ponderous pink goliath's foal-making assets.

You peeked up at Pinkie from amongst those cotton-candy breasts. The temptation to break eye contact and just stare at soft, relieving boobs for hours was always there, but you managed to successfully fight it off just one... more... time!

"Pinkie! Pinkie!"

The carousel ceased its twirling, and Pinkie's spinning stomps came to a halt as you called her name. "What'sssssssssup, studmuffin~?" Her adorable ears flicked back and forth as she stumbled through the difficult act of forming words. Basic Equestrian suddenly seemed like a foreign language to the mega-breasted bovine. Her new species' language was a bit on the brief side, and rightly so.

"I need you to help me get Fluttershy cleaned up so we can get back to work!"

Once glance over at the front entrance confirmed your fears: Babs was servicing three customers at once, draining her breasts into the first two's bottles while apologizing super-profusely to the third. A crowd was forming behind the caramel youth, and it would only get longer as the day rolled on.

"Oh!" The spot between Pinkie's thighs was fully juiced-up, and you didn't even seem to notice. It wouldn't have been out-of-cowracter for her to simply toss you to the ground and Snu-Snu you at this point, but something about the mention of the name "Fluttershy" stirred her pack instincts. Pregnant mares had to look out for each other, after all.

“Sowwy~" she giggled, giving herself a playful little bop to the head. She released you from her clutches without a word of warning, and you dropped the foot or so to the floor. The pink pony was already tottering her way over to the immobile pile of yellow tits in the corner, an adorable Fluttershy still hidden underneath. But even as she hunkered down over those shuddering yellow melons, a sneaky idea was forming in the pinkette's head.

Moments later, you could hear Fluttershy's appreciative mooing as Pinkie got to work on scrubbing her nice and shiny. Words of thanks were already on your lips, only to die in your throat when you saw exactly how she was getting that Pegasi scrubbed down.

Pinkie was hunched over Floots, kneeling down with her hands on the floor. The view of her upraised ass large enough to block your sight of a grand piano at this point, let alone Fluttershy's body. The rounded spheres of that jello booty were thrust up directly at your face, her hooves pushed together in the middle by the sheer weight. They barely managed to peek out from under her butt-cleavage.

As you were reduced to a supplicative worshiper to the Plonk, your devotion was rewarded by the only miracle you could have ever wanted: her cute and cuddly cow-tail lifting up into the air, baring her plump ponut pucker and her massively-engorged and flushed pussy all at once. Pinkie was pulling out all the stops to put you in a docile trance that would provide her with hours of mesmerized amusement. Her sling had given up the ghost long ago, sacrificed to the god of Big-Ass Booty. Pinkie's bubbly bottom had devoured all but a few wisps of the cow-print material, the garment turned to dental floss between her puffy labia.

You watched, dumbstruck, as Pinkie met your eyes, grinning cheekily as she flopped out her long, large cow-tongue. It was huge and slimy, and she slapped it right onto Fluttershy's oversized nipple, swirling it around the nub in circles. The bosomy cow beneath her cried out immediately, thick hips lifting off the ground in search of pleasure, and a cock that wouldn't come. She rubbed against Pinkie, while her delightfully pervy cow-chum began using her fat tongue to taste every inch of Fluttershy's great body.

It's possible some things were never meant to be witnessed by pony eyes, and this might just have been one of them. Your cock, infused with stiffness beyond belief, had never been so hard in your life, and you had never been so lightheaded. When Pinkie mashed the lake of her breasts into Fluttershy's ocean of bosom and began to gently sway that hefty butt from side-to-side, it only got worse.

This was it. You were done for. Every last drop of blood in your body was going to be drained down into your throbbing erection, making it larger and stiffer and capable of giving those slutty ponies the whitewashing they properly deserved, and you weren't going to survive it.

The bulging member was an unexpected treat for Pinkie. Glancing between your legs gave her the reassuring sight of one of the largest and thickest cocks she'd ever laid eyes on. That yummy dick was not even at full mast yet, but was slowly getting more turgid as time went on, and rightly so. As soon as you noticed her staring, you blushed and made a lazy, slow-responding effort to hide it once more.

Pinkie gave Shy another long lick, burying her tongue in the Pegasi's navel and swirling it around in circles. "M'I... snort, snuffle... Gettin' her nice and clean real good, boss?"

She stifled a fit of extra-smug giggling to glance back at you, relishing the chance to see how crazy her antics had driven her normally so even-tempered farmer buddy. But the colour drained out of her face when she felt your hand grip her behind in an iron-hard grip. She might have bitten off more than she could chew just now. Her eyes roved up along your body, eventually locking on yours. If the look of single-minded determination reflected back at her wasn’t enough of a sign, she certainly got the gist of things when you hungrily growled her name. "Pinkiiiiieeee!"

Your other hand came cracking down on her pink behind, taking the filly's breath away. If she weren’t already as pregnant as a mare could be, that smack alone probably would have jostled a dozen or more eggs loose from her ovaries.

Pinkie took a deep breath like she was ready to scream in terror... only to let out a bout of giggle-snorting as she drove her face back into Fluttershy's curves. She’d teased and teased and now knew whatever she was about to receive, she'd definitely, 100% earned it. She was gonna enjoy it with a smile on her face, and her lips tight around one of these delicious milky pink nipples swaying in front her face.

You planted both thumbs a few inches from where her haunches met in the middle and prised them apart, burying your nose in the warmth of Pinkie Pie's ass. After having successfully resisted her advances for so long, you wondered why you ever had in the first place. It felt like you were coming home to roost.

The over-developed butthole of Ponyville's resident anal addict was one of the little town’s greatest treasures. It lay nestled between those exceptionally large, plump buttocks of hers, cheeks so big that most of the time it was completely out of sight. Parting her clappin' ghetto booty as you had just done revealed the engorged pucker that begged to be played with, peeking out from under the base of her candy-floss-pink tail.

After countless rounds of toe-curling anal sex, Pinkie's butthole had thickened up to the point where it bulged like a pair of cartoonish pink lips bracing for a smooch. Her candied rear-end made a strong argument for its sexual uses, eagerly parting its honeyed depths in anticipation of having something to clamp down and suckle on. You leaned forward juuust close enough to take a little sniff of Pinkie’s booty, drooling over the sensation. "Mmmn, you smell so good, oh my gosh. It’s hard to believe such a devil-pony has the body of an angel.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes and butted your face with her caboose. One look at your expression after that was enough to send her off into a fresh round of her trademark snorting laughter. Sex with Pinkie Pie sometimes strayed into borderline sarcasm.

It was soft and pliable to the touch, and when you inserted a finger inside, Pinkie was quick to bite. She let out a keening cry of appreciation and hugged Fluttershy tighter, burying her face in the chartreuse supermodel's sunlight-hued bosom.

Pinkie's super-lewd butthole slowly tightened before your eyes, shrinking from the sizeable ponut pucker of moments ago to a tight band around your finger. Her huge rump wiggled and bounced, tail standing up on end as you got in her to the second knuckle. The sucking pucker gobbled up your finger, holding it tightly inside.

When you inserted a second finger into the tight orifice, her massive, doughy buttcheeks wobbled, tail swishing atop her curves like a flag of surrender. The cheeky, perky pony looked a little guilty about robbing you of your finger's freedom, but not in any hurry to return it back. She unrolled her tongue and made a cute "Ahhn~" sound, peeking at you over the top of her fat, slutty ass. After all the teasing she'd put you through, a little turnabout was fair game. Soon, Pinkie was voicing her protest to her torment: in the form of long, low, erotic mooing that made the barn quake as she underwent all new spates of growth. She and Fluttershy were soon mooing cutely together, filling the space between and around the debauched pair of ponies with expanding pink and yellow flesh.

The real outcry came when you lightly sunk your teeth into the rim of that puffy pink donut. Lots of tender tugging and nibbling made Pinkie's hooves drive along the floorboards and her hands scrabble for purchase. She threw her head back, waist-length mane draped over her body like a fluffy cloud. "Oooooh! Mooo~"

You redoubled your efforts, tongue sliding deep into her, tickling the pervy pony’s sphincter. Any trepidation you might have had once upon a time about sampling Pinkamena’s rear had been immediately dispelled by that first timid butthole-suckling. This might just be finer dining than Canterlot Castle itself! If Pinkie Pie’s asshole were a restaurant, it would be five stars, and with no shortage of positive reviews on Whinny.com.

You spread her butthole, quite the feat when it was reluctant to let go of your fingers, and continued to taste and play with her back there. A few lashes of your tongue over the bubblegum-flavoured interior and she was nice and prepped for a forceful insertion... and buckets of baby-batter! And not a moment too soon, it looked like. The shine in Pinkie’s eyes showed she was seriously thirsting to have your cock rubbed off inside of her juicy butthole. The party pony was going even more nuts than usual without her daily dose of having her cute backdoor spread by dick.

Perhaps you would have pounced on right there and then, if not for the arrival of two particular customers, both familiar to you and her. The girl's heavily-accented voices carried all the way to the back of the barn.

"Oh Miiister Farmeeeeeer! Where are yooo~ooouuu? We are wantink to buy fine produce!"

"Ooooh, yes! Mister Farmer, where are you keepink that delightful pink pony, mm? We are needink her out front at once to dispense sweet mjölka, ya?"

Of course you'd expected Aloe and Lotus to turn up sooner or later. How could they not? They were two of your most respected, and by far the most demanding, customers.
In truth, the rainbow nectar flowing freely from Pinkie's bosoms made all sorts of revolutionary milk bath treatments possible at the Ponyville Day Spa, and your services had become invaluable to them in recent days.

Well, that certainly set the pink colossus under you a-stirring. While Pinkie surely had no problem lazing about the barn having her butthole eaten out all day long, the call of the customer was strong in this one: she would leave no pony unfulfilled.

Pinkie rose to her hooves, pulling you along with her and positioning your face directly under that big quakin' booty. The pony stood over you with her legs slightly apart, shoulders slack and teats and huge ass hanging freely from her chubby frame. She was splattered with milk, saliva and a little mud all over, but paid it no mind and began springing playfully across the room towards the twins. You were able to extricate your fingers and tongue with a series of little "Ploik!"s, just in time to not get dragged along in her wake.

Of course, Aloe and Lotus Blossom were as beautiful as ever, their stunning good looks only enhanced by the fact that there were two of them. If you ever got tired of looking at one example of perfect cheekbones, impeccable smiles or bright, intelligent eyes, you could just look to the side and there it was all over again. The same heavy-breasted vision of beauty, with the same wide, over-developed hips and supermodel-long legs. Such an unparalleled combination of features, brains and form was rare in Equestria. If you hadn't lucked into a relationship with the Pinkette duo, you wouldn't have been wrong to take this pair of born breeders to bed as your next-best option.

The bluer member of the duo was wearing a blue minidress over her abundant curves, turning her cleavage into a front-loaded, eye-popping display. She’d come equipped with all the teat decoration a honey could need, with a sparkling collection of pretty necklaces and jewellery dangling between and onto her plump assets. The garment ended at mid-thigh, leaving Lotus's long, thick legs bare all the way down to a pair of ridiculously strappy pink sandals around her hooves. They had heels few Ponyville maidens would have risked. "Tottering" was the word for footwear like that, yet she showed herself for the high-quality wife material she was by walking on them as if they were an extension of her own hooves.

Like all spa girls, her snow-white headband kept her mane mostly in place, aside from a single errant pink strand that dangled over her eyes.

Beside her, pink-fleshed Aloe was wearing something just as racy, like they'd decided to see who could bring your dick to the boil the fastest. Her spaghetti-strap dress was held up by a single fibre-thin shoulder strap that ran up around her collar-bones, behind her neck, then down again into her dress. And goodness, was there not much dress to greet it. It covered most of her breasts just fine, but the V-neck cleavage running down the middle didn't turn to material until it had shown almost everything it could. Everything from her inner cleavage down to her bare stomach, even the luscious dip of her belly-button, was cheerfully out on display. The fabric only met in the middle where it was absolutely necessary to cover up her feisty puss. You could hardly fault her for that, not when those big fuchsia titties seemed to be doing their best to apologize for her. They invited you to stare and stare and stare, for as long as you could possibly need. From there-on, her dress ended just high enough to make her thighs chilly when they weren’t wrapped around something warm, and she sported the same sort of impossibly-high sandals as her sister. Also like her sister, Aloe wore a white headband that kept her blue mane parted, showing off more of those shiny blue eyes.

Pinkie Pie skipped across the room, that playground of a body all the more intoxicating when it was in motion. She came down in front of the titsy pair with a loud “whump!” that made the floorboards whine in protest. With a relaxed and teasing grace, she slowly bent forwards, bringing her immense figure to the window.

Milk was customarily dispensed to customers through two-foot wide aperture in the barn’s walls, and the pinkette had now thrust her head through one of these. She’d gotten so much bigger and bustier that, even with her head peeking through, the window was barely preserving Pinkie’s modesty. Her rosy-pink areola were smooshed against the wooden window frame on either side of her shoulders, causing two creamy trails of milk to ooze down the wall and onto the floor. Miss Pie didn’t even seem to notice.

“Welcome to the milk barn, fillies!” crowed Pinkie excitedly. The playful pinkette wiggled her arms through the hole, manoeuvring them around her queen-sized bust with some considerable effort, and clasped one of each of their hands. “Oooh, Spa Ponies! Are we gonna fill Spas or Ponies today?”

Pinkie remembered her last “rental day” working under Aloe and Lotus Blossom with considerable delight, working nothing less than an eight hour shift down at the Ponyville Day Spa. If there was anything more fun than sitting down with another seven or eight ponies in an empty Jacuzzi and having them rub your boobies until said Jacuzzi was overflowing with milk, then doing it all over again in the next bath over, Pinkie wanted to find out what it was and try it. ‘Cause that was already the tits!

Aloe leaned in close to the sweet-smelling party pony, letting out a breathy little chuckle that gave Pinkie a full-body shudder. “A little bit of both, darlink,” she whispered.

Lotus went a little further, planting a kiss on Pinkie’s flushed cheek. “But ponies, yes! You will be doink the stuffink of the bellies to two very thirsty ponies in particular~” agreed her sister.

Pinkie’s pudgy body was gripped by full-body giggles, each bout of laughter accompanied by a slap of her hands down on the wooden window frame. She might have gone on like that for some time if not for a loud crack, and a two-inch split forming in the fragile pine. Pinkie mooed in slight alarm, sneakily draping her arms along the line of the crack. It might have worked if she hadn’t immediately forgotten about it. Moments later, Pinkie was playfully scritching the wood like a big kitten, all while her belly and breasts swelled larger from the cow-like outcry.

Pinkie felt her bloated tummy press tighter against the wall, while her cute little sling dug tighter and tighter into her impossibly busty figure. The fabric was segmenting each still-growing boob into two perky pink bulges of titmeat, and judging by all the quaking and shaking it was doing it was at its limit.

A few more moments of strain, as well as the poor mare holding her breath under the pressure, her size proved too much for the dainty outfit to handle, and her slingshot bikini finally gave up the ghost with a loud snap. The floss-thin straps were ripped asunder by her enormous, jolly tits, exploding off her chest and falling in tatters to the ground.

The cute pink gasped as her massive knockers and plump booty wobbled from the shockwave, as much a victim of her body as anyone else here. Her curvy frame was free, lewdly bouncing around.

After Aloe and Lotus’s initial shock, this just seemed to delight the pair even more. They shared a most charmed smile, knowing any milk cow this excitable was going to give enough rich, creamy titty-feed. Enough to stuff both their bellies a dozen times over and leave them salivating for more.

Yes, these two Spa Ponies were going to guzzle milk till their bellies bulged, and just like that the feisty pair began to lick their greedy chops knowingly.

Aloe’s fingers found their way under Pinkie’s chin, giving the pony scritches that soon had her tail swishing. She finally noticed you trying to peek over the chubby mare’s immense curves and both Spa girls gave you playful little waves. “Your cow is in good spirits today, Farmer!” laughed Lotus.

“It’s the usual for you fillies, today?” you said, acting like there wasn’t over half a ton of pony gallivanting about in the space between you. Always the consummate professional.

“Ooh yes! Fill us both to the brim, farmer!”

“Yes yes! Get to the milkink and the fillink!”

Thoughts of the Spa Ponies laying side by side on your bed, saying such things while invitingly teasing apart pink folds, immediately came to mind. You quickly cast them aside and focused on the task at hand: transferring the contents of Pinkie’s bosom into two empty, growling bellies.

With some considerable effort, and further splintering of the wooden window frame, Miss Pie began to squeeze those squishy balloon-tits of hers out of the barn and into the warm sunny day outside. Water droplets from last night’s rains dripped onto her plush titties, making her smooth skin ripple. So big and ripe! Passing birds might have considered alighting atop the pink melons, if a sudden sneeze from Pinkie hadn’t set off a sudden titty-quake, rendering the runway treacherous.

The pair of thigh-clenchingly horny spa ponies drooled themselves silly over those heaving milk tanks. Their only vocalizations for long moments were awed squeals and giggles, stunned into silence from clapping eyes on the source from which Ponyville’s Richest flowed.

With another snap of the frame, Pinkie’s gigantic udders were finally freed to the outdoor air and wobbled into perfect hanging bell shapes. Within seconds, the sisters both hefted 20 litre milk jugs to her nipples and began siphoning the fruits of Pinkie’s lactation. Once they were attached, the pair set them down on the grass; in another jaw-dropping feat of bustiness, Pinkie’s chest was so large that her tits hung out the window low enough to keep the nozzles firmly attached.

At first the magical energies weaving their way around Pinkie’s prodigious bust were repelled by the sheer amount of chaotic fertility energy pouring out of her body, but a slight redoubling of effort and the successive clamping-down on her chest was enough to get the transfer going. With two loud hisses, and plenty of sploshing and gushing, Pinkie began to fill ‘em up. Aloe and Lotus’s eyes watered as they watched, looking for all the world like a pair of milk junkies about to get their next fix.

They weren’t the only ones. You must have had nothing but naked appreciation for the bovine form on your face at that moment, because Pinkie was slyly grinning back at you, giving her less-than-pure owner both barrels of her considerable charm. She bumped you with her bubbly booty, blatantly inviting you to come pick up where you left off.

As it turned out, lifting her tail high and giving herself a firm spank on those upraised cheeks was all it took to reel you in.

Slowly, and with great reverence, you approached Pinkie's majestic behind, collecting a bottle of ointment from a nearby shelf. You stewed and huffed as you rubbed the raw flesh of Pinkie's succulent behind. She blushed as your hands played over her plush rear.

The pink-hued pony was flushed in the face, of course, because she wanted nothing more than to have a finger, or that long, strong penis, pounding her hot little butt. Well, not quite so little anymore, if it had ever been in the first place. After all, nothing stood between those fingers and her needy hole. Her lust for a stiff cock inside her was very, very obvious, and growing moreso by the second.

"A-ah... Nnn... Mooo!" Pinkie's sweet voice was milked out by your insistent hands, and the overstressed window frame leading to the outside continued in its creaking, splintering destruction. At this point, those blasted breasts seemed a few more growth spurts away from demolishing the barn’s entire wall.

You touched your fingertips to that luscious rear, working diligently to get every last inch of pink curves. Soon, you got bolder and laid the flats of your palms on that a butt silkier, curvier and just plain better than any other you'd ever found. You sank your fingers into the pony's buttocks, gripping them tightly under the pretense of massaging her rear. "Such soft skin..."

"Oohoohoo, you enjoy it as much as you like, you big - Aahh!~" Pinkie began teasing, only to come to a halt as those rubbing, teasing hands got to work on her plush booty. The gentle squeezes sent shivers of pleasure right though her body, enough to make her slick pussy drip all the more. Those strong, manly hands just felt so good on her behind.

You reached between Pinkie's thighs, gently rubbing her pussy. "Hard to believe a pony with such a cute face is such a total pervert."

Pinkie gasped as soon as that hand touched her pussy, the cute little sound soon joined by soft pants for breath. She was already leaking, the pony's pent up desire making itself more and more obvious. "A-ahh... Can't you just punish me here and now?"

But at the same time, you couldn't ignore your member standing up between you and the world’s cutest party pony. Farmer and cow alike were both raring and ready to go.

"Maybe I will!" You couldn't help yourself. That butt of Pinkie's was so very soft and pink. You shuddered aloud as you smacked your palm on the cutie's rear, slapping her right on the bottom. Then you just sat back and stared at the sight before you: Pinkie, head down, squealing in shock and surprise, shaking her hips and highlighting the bright red handprint on her wobbling left buttcheek. Not to mention her colossal sloshing boobies pouring out their contents into Aloe and Lotus's respective jugs.

"Mmmn, buck..." You leaned over, husking in the cutie's ear. "I think you've been a very bad pony..."

Pinkie bit down on her lip. This was finally going to be it. It was only a matter of time until that fat cock sullied her cute rear, spreading her tight hole wide. The thought alone was enough to make her close her eyes and start mooing. Her thick rear was still quaking as you leaned over her, both hands digging into her bottom. "Mooo... Punish me, Mister Farmer~ Who knows what a bad cow like me might do if you don’t!"

As the naughty cow noise left her lips, you felt even more soft, pink flesh fill your grasp. Your hands sank deeper and deeper into her growing pony ass. Pinkie’s already-juicy curves and puffy ponut were swelling even bigger, when you were already overwhelmed by her insanely bouncy body. Feeling her butt cheeks fattening up in your grip was nearly enough to make you cum right then and there.

No matter how many times it happened, you could still hardly believe it. Your pink-fleshed pony wanted to fuck you senseless in front of half the town. You were going to have a huge crowd watching, not to mention those world-class beauty Spa Ponies, while you explored her pink insides and bust a nut deep inside of her. You were nearly hyperventilating, chest fluttering up and down, breath coming out in pants.

That big, soft butt... You were sure it could take plenty of punishment, so you raised your hand again, higher this time. And then, you paused.

Sure, you could have brought your palm down right away, swatting that cutie’s big fat bum into oblivion and back, but something made you hesitate. Pinkie, on the other hand, couldn’t wait for the impact to come, and she was well past begging for it at this point. The curvaceous, crazy-horny animal was going out of her mind waiting for that sudden slap on her butt, and she began panting, raising her hips and swishing that big poofy tail of hers from side to side. The heat between her thick thighs was building, making the pony thrust and sway her booty in desperation... and all that assmeat began to wobble like pink pudding.

Pinkie shook her ass from side to side, big buns slapping and smacking together, but the butt-whipping smack she really wanted was the one stored in your palm. She wanted all the built-up male energy that would leave her drooling down her lolled-out tongue. For the briefest of moments, that very same tail found your wrist and impatiently looped around it, trying to coerce you into giving her the spanking that would make those fleshy pony buttocks really clap!

Finally, with a cry of relief, Pinkie got the sharp impact her whole body had been hungering for. You brought your palm down on the cute buttslut's giant bottom again and again, spanking her silly. "This is for sitting on my face all those times! And this is for overflowing our bathtub with milk! And that's for waking me up in the middle of the night with your pussy and mouth! And this... This is for being a very, very, very naughty little pony!"

You'd done it... You'd spanked Pinkie so sore that the pony's wonderful, angelic body was shaking, her laughter mixed with lots of panting. You felt bad for the poor little cutie for a second, until you saw her pussy was as wet and slick as ever, and her butthole was still clenching tightly at thin air. "Mmnn... I think you've had enough punishment for now." you cooed.

"Ahhmm... Hey Pinkie..." you whined, reaching for the cutie with both hands, tugging at the pony's body. "Mmmn, let's go all the way. I really need this..."

You lightly strummed a finger over Pinkie's butthole, like you might stick it inside at any moment and start giving the horny pony true female pleasure. Her head drooped onto the window sill, eyes rolled back and drooling as she was played with so naughtily.

"I need it. You're so cute..."

You lined your oversized cock up with her velvety butthole. She was already getting ready to slam her hips back into you even while she was dispensing product to the clients. It was an idea your fat, naughty cock liked very much: the bulbous, big-headed penis was standing up at full erection. Thick, musky spunk was dripping down the wide-flared head to the base. It was propped up on a pair of nuts so big they made you have to sit with your legs slightly apart most days: they were locked and loaded to the brim with pony-stuffing seed.

She pressed her plush horse-ring against your slick flare, desperate to have something fill her pony butt. "A-hhh... Hurry up, stick it innnn...." she whined, eyes turning to look back at you pleadingly. All she wanted was the pure pleasure of a fat cock inside her rear.

How could you deny such a wonderfully cute pony who was just helplessly lost in the pleasure of her own slutty body? If you didn't feed Pinkie's thirsty butthole your semen right now, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself. The tip of your juicy, fat cock nosed up against Pinkie's tight rear. The holiest of holes in all of Ponyville. Bracing yourself, you began to drive your hips toward Pinkie’s own. The sheer size difference was immense, the mare’s cushiony ass and birthing hips completely and utterly dominating your own. You cried out as you speared Pinkie’s rump hole with the tip of your cock, the head so flared and thick that you practically felt anchored inside the hot little ponytoy. Her ponut slurped lewdly around your head as you thrust your hips toward her.

"P-Pinkie...!"

That drew quite a cry of approval from Aloe and Lotus! Your big strong member stretching Pinkie's butt, sliding deeper and deeper inside, drew appreciative coos from the pair as the flow of milk into their tanks increased. Suddenly, both jugs overflowing, gallons of milk gushing down over the rim and splashing onto the grass below, drawing squeals of alarm from both Spa Ponies as their hooves were splashed. With no other recourse, the pair did the only thing they could: licked their greedy milk-guzzling lips and closed in. "Just lookink at you two working has made us starving!" teased Aloe.

Soon, the pair had helped Pinkie redirect the perky nipples of her enormous, hanging breasts to their soft lips, nudging against them. The tips were, true to form, already dripping with the creamy white of mother's milk.

Pinkie, in turn, looked at the curvaceous companions with a glint of greed in her eye, wanting more of their affection. She went wider-eyed still as they both suddenly presented their open mouths! It just went to show you were never too old for a doting mother's caring treatment, a belief that was redoubled when all that succulent breast dangled teasingly before their eyes and over their mouths, looking so heavy and weighty and mesmerizing.

At the twin's urging, she eagerly hustled her breasts right up to their salivating snouts. They passed in and out of focus before their open mouths, and then... Pop~ A single shove was all it took to fill Aloe and Lotus's mouths to the brim, those large rosy nipples invading them each respectively. The pair both delicately kissed the ready studs of her soft nipple-flesh, their silky, wet mouths wrapping around both teats with a needy strength. It was a sizzling, tender suckle that soothed all the aching in Pinkie's body, and a floaty warmth possessed her immense curves.

The pair continued making out with the horny cow’s huge nipples, making the most perfect, ladylike little laughs, in-between perverse, horny-gal titty-suckles. The twins were rewarded with a thick, steady flow of warm milk oozing into their waiting mouths.

You held Pinkie tightly as you began to stretch her butt more, sliding deeper and deeper inside. "Look at you... You're the star of the show right now, aren't you, Pinkie?" And of course you got a cheerful moo in response! Caught between three party-goers and pleasuring them all at once; what could be better than that?

The cutie felt the head of your cock probing her hole. Every moment that it prodded and teased was like an eternity to the buttslut, so when it finally pressed inside, her cry of pleasure couldn't have been louder. The mooing echoed over Ponyville, her body quivering with pure pleasure as her already ludicrous tits and ass continued cowing up. Your hands sank even deeper into her cushiony butt cheeks as you squeezed at every inch of her chubby rear and hips.

The fat head of your cock felt so good in her, so big and thick inside her tight, clenching rear. She slipped a little. She wagged her hips to each side to settle down, giving her heavy ass cheeks a cute jiggle as she let out a sigh of pleasure. Pinkie's butthole clamped hold as it slurped down inch after inch. Then you sank yourself deeper, and her moans came louder and lustier than before. Each inch stretched her hole, stroking at the cow-pony's most sensitive spots. The flow of milk into Aloe and Lotus's mouths surged, more and more of the fluid spurting from the slutty bovine's luscious tiddies.

Pinkie gave you a needy glance over her shoulder, "Mmm! I can't believe I get to enjoy this big cock every day of the year! Go 'head and bounce, mister!"

The pony’s face flushed hotly with the effort, sweat rolling down her massive breasts and all over her juicy body . Her blue eyes shut and her lashes fluttered with the exertion to claim most of that pony dick. She bounced a little, halfway there, and released a throaty alto moan. "A-aaah! Nnnnhh! S-soo big! Your dick's so goood! MoooOoo~!" she mewled, losing herself to the fat cock that filled her right up. By the time you were done, Pinkie would be drooling all over herself and Aloe and Lotus would be stuffed. All three girl's bellies would be bulging with the creamy fluids released from today's cheeky sex show.

Pinkie purred as she felt her breasts growing heavier again, even as milk was draining into both girl's bellies. She looked over those soft, swelling mountains to her beautiful clients, both ladies looking positively stunning with their naughty dresses stretched over their hot frames and their sandalled hooves spread wide apart in the grass. Lotus was grinding her heel on her sister's calf, looking so horny she could barely stand it. So cute!

Aloe and Lotus both softly mewled around the increasingly powerful flow of warm, nutritious milk. The heat oozing into their bellies made them feel refreshed and strong again, and they practically hauled Pinkie forwards, getting as much of her body out of the window as they could. They let out wanting murmurs, each mare hugging a boob tight and keeping their soft lips wrapped around a nipple. All while Pinkie continued to moan out moo after moo.

With a wet pop, both nozzles suddenly broke free of their mouths as Pinkie’s rapidly growing breasts began hanging too low for them to keep up. That naughty cow had no off switch! Her eyes were practically rolling up from the pleasure, her lips forming an “o” shape for her favourite thing to moan out. Aloe and Lotus both swallowed a mouthful of milk and rested for a moment, gasping for air. "You are so very warm... And soft."

The duo were reduced to kneeling before the altar of Pinkie, needily grasping onto the mare’s heaving udders. There was something so... inviting about how she felt, so loving in the way her body pushed against theirs that awoke a need inside of them, throbbing in the pit of her stomach.

Of course, Pinkie was stunned, drawn out of her sex-stupor to gasp as the much larger pony was tugged forwards. That smooth, silky and oh so feminine body came forwards until she had a titty in either girl's lap, mooing happily as they both cradled a beach-ball breast to their tummies. Pinkie's heavy, milk-laden bosom was now so large that it eased down nearly into their laps, even with both of them laid out on the ground. Rather than sitting firmly, her decadent bosom was set off quaking by the slightest motion, and now they were tear-dropping on either side of her chest, pulled down by their sizeable weight.

Such lewd tits! Pinkie simply couldn’t wait to relieve the pressure on them.

Pinkie splayed out the fingers of both cow-print gloved hands on the little she could reach of her pendulous cow-tits. Her fingers sank into the meat as she struggled to heft them up, then squeezed them together. The pony let out a shameless moan as her creamy tit milk literally hosed down the twins’ lower bodies, rapidly forming a pool of white beneath them.

The spa mares licked their lips hungrily. They were more than eager to help the poor titsy cow. With a sly, knowing wink to each other, they wrapped their arms tightly around each colossal mam and began to slowly slide their milk-covered bodies up and down, rubbing their own breasts against hers as they took turns lovingly tugging on each hanging tit. Massaging skills honed over years of practise were devilishly put to work on making the cutie keen and squirm.

Pinkie was completely breathless as she felt her boobies spraying non-stop, pumped up and down, over and over again by the naughty sisters. It was like the 8-hour Spa Shift all over again. The moo cow was a mess, moaning nonstop as she let her tongue loll out of her mouth, openly drooling over her rack.

“Nnnghh… Aaah… Ah!”

Their silky, soft breasts kept mashing into the Pink cow’s own oversized jugs as they continued groping and squeezing every inch of her. Pinkie had grown so much that each of the twins literally had to support a titty each. Squishy, pink tit-meat was spilling over and around their tightly-muscled arms, to the point where if they pushed any deeper, the pair would be shoulders-deep in the living cushions.

And yet, the squishy, all-consuming properties of Pinkie’s giant bust didn’t seem to have the sexalicious duo of turbo-sluts bothered one little bit. Rather, they kept right on giggling, purring and playing with her hyper-sized rack, cleaning up stray drops of sweet pony-nectar with their tongues, while firmly massaging the abundant udders with all their strength. After all, who could be afraid of the magical chest they’d become so intimately familiar with? Especially after loving, massaging and nurturing its growth to its current superhuman size. They loved Pinkie’s rack almost as much as they loved the rest of her... which was saying something!

“Mm... As usual, these titties... hnnn...” Aloe placed her cheek on one of the wobbling spheres as they rose over the windowsill like twin sunrises. She squeezed the ponk-melon silly, holding her like a favourite stuffed animal. Aloe rubbed her face, or rather her entire upper body, slowly up and down the lovely expanse. “Simply luxurious...”

Beside her, Lotus was grinning at Pinkie over the pony’s own heady curves. Her entire hand was wrapped around one of those throbbing nipples, and it was a testament to its girth that she couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around. Every time she twisted her wrist gently, Pinkie cried out like a madmare, arching her back and gushing endless praise for their touching. “Ohoho~ I must agree... Our “business partner” has been gettink quite greedy with her growings!”

Pinkie looked down at them from where her head and hands were resting on top of her rack. The dizzied, dazed pony tried to struggle through the ultimate pleasure of her bust and belly growing even more... raised a finger to begin a carefully-worded reply... and then just ended up mooing all the more. Pinkie surrendered under the pleasure of her three-way assault, the curvy pony just coasting on the high of hands and fingers touching her all over. She let go, immersing herself fully in the brainwaves of an orgasming bovine.

Her attempt at a counterpoint eventually did manifest, but only in the form of two thick blasts of milk that struck the Spa Ponies and soaked them head to toe. Pinkie almost shattered the window frame with her next growth spurt, splinters of wood blasted off by the encroaching, all-consuming rack.

By the time Aloe and Lotus had unlatched their titty hugs, the ground was practically an ocean of pony milk. With Pinkie’s colossal teats still dangling down to their laps, they each softly tugged a nipple up to their mouths and held her breasts in place as they guzzled her warm milk. Junkies was the word that came to mind, watching those two gorge themselves. Breast-milk junkies!

And what were you up to in the meantime? Fucking Pinkie silly, of course.

"Ooh... Pinkie!" Your hands latched onto that big pink booty of hers. It was a little startling how big it was after all that mooing, but nothing compared to when you began to pinch the soft, smooth flesh between your fingers. You gripped her big butt and sank your fingers in as deep as they would go, holding on to her as she grinded herself on your penis. You rhythmically clenched and unclenched, massaging her bottom with a devilish touch. "I love your butt..."

You pressed down on top of the face-down pony, moving one hand to yank her head back by her hair, the other firmly on the buttslut's enormous ass, keeping a nice firm grip as you drove into her slutty rear over and over. The way that smooth, tight hole massaged you as you slid in and out was just too much. Her fat, puckered donut stretched in and out, glorping and slurping lewdly around your cock as you basted her heavenly inner walls with your precum.

Pinkie’s butthole was everything you'd ever dreamt of and more. It felt amazing, your brain just about whited out with pleasure completely. Your mouth fell open, tongue waggling loosely like it needed a good kissing.

You looked down at her with dulled eyes. You could barely take the level of stimulation she was giving you. Seeking something, anything, to take the edge off, you dove forwards, burying your face in her long, lustrous hair. As your face was smothered in her glossy, shimmering candy-floss mane, your teeth fished for Pinkie’s sensitive shoulders. She cried out in delight as you nibbled gently at her nape, bucking back at you with even more wild Pie energy. Her perfect pink flesh was left dripping both with sweat and the saliva of a total pervert.

She tightened her grip on the cracked wooden windowsill. Her hips rose up with a noisy squish, then bounced back down. "You're soooo deep! Eeheehee!”

Pinkie arched her back, lost in pleasure. “Come on, cutie~ Fuck me!"

Well, you could hardly deny the pony of your dreams, could you? But you almost couldn't handle it, cock almost jack-hammering a cute load of swimmers into her right then and there. It would have been so easy to press the head of your cock into her ass and pump a tidal wave of boiling-hot jizz into her right then and there. You wanted to so badly, but you forced yourself to cool down and start moving your hips again.

You grit your teeth and rode it out, hands going crazy on her booty. Your fingers splayed out, then clawed at her meaty ass-flesh, raking it. Your lust was ignited again as pleasure threatened to send you over the edge. You let out a cute little strangled groan and began putting your back into it. You gave her tip-to-base strokes with the whole length of your shaft, driving all that fat fucking dick in and out of Pinkie with all your strength. You plunged the head in all the way, then slowly dragged it all the way out, scratching her inner walls with the big mushroom head as you went.

Each entire stroke made her body jolt. The ripple worked through her tightly clenched buttocks and along her breasts, making her shudder. The reek of sex filled both their noses as sex-juices soaked down that big pony cock. Pinkie was one juicy gal... and she left you soaked down to your cock's base.

Her blue eyes opened and she smiled back at you, trapped inside her ass. "It feels good, huh? I'm so close! Get me off and I'll give you a biii~iiig kiss!"

But that girlish laugh was cut short by the next moan as your big cock worked her over. Pinkie shuddered. Her body spasms made her tighten around your dick, even as she squirted, not even able to finish her teasing before she let go and wailed.

Your seized the opportunity, going along with that great big heavy dick of yours. You plunged as deep into Pinkie's ass as her body would let you, stirred her up, then began grinding luridly on her insides. Each touch together of their bodies made you see stars, but you endured it and kept going. Her butt just felt way too good around you.

"P-Pinkie...!" you gasped. You clawed up onto her body, drawing her into a kiss with your tongue worming up into her mouth. Your hips stopped for a moment, then the refreshing taste of candy redoubled your thrusting. "You're so cute... You're the cutest, prettiest, girliest pony ever... I can't keep my semen out of you any longer... Mmmn, please accept it all!"

Pinkie clawed at the walls of the barn, her entire body twitching with pleasure. Her oversized butthole clenched again and again around the wildly pumping cock, each stroke of that fat dick sending a wave of pleasure right through the cock-addicted milk-cow. You growled in the back of your throat, as you went into your final set of strokes, not wanting to relax or pace yourself. You just wanted to stick your dick in her butt and cum. You held her tightly, and began driving in and out of Pinkie, faster and faster and faster... The entire barn shook as Pinkie held the window frame with both hands, violently shaking it as she cried out! Your hips slapping into her enormous rump sent her booty cheeks clapping, sending ripples over her chubby feminine curves. The ponies crowded around the barn stopped what they were doing and stared as this huge bitch threatened the foundations of your entire corporation! Her lovemaking was just too frantic.

Pinkie’s gigantic, glistening booty bounced and wobbled all over like nothing you’ve ever seen before, her plump cheeks still rosy from her previous punishment. The way her rump and tail were moving was just so hypnotizing, you had to have more. You gripped the sensitive dock of her tail and gave it a firm tug upward, causing the sweet smelling mare to moan out as she clenched her cheeks and tightened her butthole in response to the sudden pleasurable surprise.

“Nnngh... Ooh! Not my tail!” You continued to lovingly yank her tail up, causing her to raise that immense bottom higher and arch her back even further. Her heaving bosom gave a boy-loving wobble.

Those massive cow titties... They were so big now that you could barely even see them anymore from within the barn. Her impossibly curvy body was going to be the end of you. All that tit and ass... it was going to drive you crazy one day~ You just couldn’t stop thrusting and grinding!

Pinkie locked her hooves and squealed. “Wheeeee~! Soooo goooooddd!”

Each time your hips pounded against her, you were rewarded with the sloppy, wet sounds of that juicy butthole slurping around your shaft. The poor gravid mare was finally pushed over the edge, moaning out loud as she came. “Aaaaahn! Mmmmn!”

You watched her pussy spasm again and again as you continued to piston in and out of her, feeling her juices soak your sloshing balls and cock. Her cute little whimpers were just too much. Your felt Pinkie’s butthole literally milking the entire length of your massive dick now, so eager to have you blow load after load into her fat slutty ass.

The busty pinkette was on cloud nine at this point, unable to think of anything but fat cocks stuffing her naughty butthole and filling her big belly up with more and more creamy spunk. Pinkie swayed her wide, foal-bearing hips and swished that adorable cow tail side to side happily as you pounded away, sliding your hands all over her sweaty butt, letting your fingers sink deep into her chub. Your throbbing cock thickened as it flared inside her, any moment now you were going to blow. Your sex-drunk cutie of a girlfriend was drooling and rolling her eyes back in orgasmic bliss, totally fucked silly. You bit your lip as you realized just what you both needed to finish. You slowly raised your hand and gave your favourite buttslut’s gigantic rump one last spank. Pinkie’s cute ponut clamped down tightly on your dick as she let out one last long, horny moo.

“Hnnn… gonna… c-cum!”

With a cry, you hilted deep inside your curvy pony pal and began letting out everything you had. Shot after shot of semen filled up the cutie's tummy, swelling it even further with both your seed... and her most recent, orgasmic moo. Pinkie started to drool all over again as she felt the wall she had been leaning over pressing tighter and tighter against her belly. Her gravid midsection pancaked into the wooden support, spreading her warm, doughy flesh over the entire surface as you kept right on going pumping into her, eager to see how big she could grow. The pony was so gravid now she couldn’t even reach her arms out as far as her sloshing tummy protruded.

It was difficult to ignore the heat splattering her insides as the excess pressure oozed down your cock. Pinkie's mouth hung open as she rode it out, feeling your load shoot deep into her vulnerable pony butthole. Her pucker clenched tighter around your cock as her body welcomed you to fill her.

Inside, the barn was a mess of sweat and moaning and thrusting bodies and hot, gushing semen. You came and poured your shot deep into Pinkie, staining every last inch of her ass with goopy spunk. You arched your back and went off again and again, purring into her back as you did the deed.

All the while, Pinkie’s immense cow tits had been continuing their growth spurt. Her expanding belly wasn’t being a slouch about becoming gigantic either. If her impossibly large breasts weren’t currently being supported by the two sisters outside, you were certain the ground under your feet would have taken their place holding her up.

Pinkamena was just so unbelievably massive now. Your lust for hyper-sized pony tits peaked, and you thrust as deeply as you could, luxuriating in how her soft folds tightened every time you throbbed inside her. Who even knew sex could feel this good?

Spurts of thick cum just kept filling her rumphole until a loud, sudden snap drew you back to reality. Before you knew it, the windowsill supporting the weight of all of that pudgy, pink mare began to groan.

The crack in the wooden windowsill, formed earlier by your marefriend’s jostling bust, had finally given way. The entire bolt of wood had split, cracking open all the way down to the brick wall it was set in. Your barn was slowly being destroyed, crushed under the weight of Pinkie’s belly and bust.

The pony’s tired hips finally came to a halt. When you finally dismounted, you drew your messy cock slowly out, stretching and tugging the rim of her cute ponut around your cock, almost like she didn’t want you to ever leave. She winced as the throbbing tip escaped with a hot gush of semen and a loud wet pop! After just a few more shots of sticky, thick jizz over the naughty pony’s buns and donut, you limply collapsed on top of her bed-like body.

Unsurprisingly, the combined weight of a farmer and his big titted cow proved too much for the poor windowsill to handle. The wall finally gave out under Pinkie. Countless pieces of broken wood flew by as the pony fell a wholly unremarkable distance, totally cushioned by both her rack and her belly. You were pulled down as well, face-planting directly into the crack of her adorable wobbling buns.

Both of Pinkie’s nipples were now free of those pervert’s mouths. Pinkie plopped down in front of the Spa Ponies on top of her heaving udders, mashing them into the ground as she let out a cute moan of pleasure. The milk-spray that followed was as unbelievable as everything else that had happened today.

Aloe and Lotus cried out as they were both white-washed with milk. The two ponies were knocked clean off their hooves, overwhelmed by the explosion of free-flowing milk resulting from Pinkie’s double titgasms. She shook from head to toe with the sheer joyful release of being a happy, empty-headed milk-pony.

Seemingly satisfied, Pinkie finally surrendered to fatigue. She slumped backward onto her balloon-marked booty, cutely panting, drooling and rubbing her gigantic tits.

You glanced at the clock you kept over the barn door. It was barely even one o’clock. Meaning, to you, there were still four hours of the work day left to go! You paused to take stock of your barn. There was the fucked-out form of Pinkie sitting near the hole in the wall, a hole you reminded yourself she’d made. Beside her, a soaking wet Aloe and Lotus slowly climbing to their hooves and wringing milk from their tiny dresses... Fluttershy still passed out in the corner, Babs inundated with orders...

And speaking of Babs... you were still expected to take her to bed tonight and fill her with child. Who even knew what the Apple family would do to you if you didn’t?

You gulped nervously. So much to do still!

You would have rushed to get back to the grind... If not for the soft sound of a cute “Ahhhnnnn~” beneath you, followed by the smacking of a wet mouth. Pinkie plucked your still-gushing dick from between your legs and popped it into her mouth, and within moments it was fully enveloped in warmth.

She mooed around it, and began to suck.

Well.

Chores could probably wait a few more minutes.