“Alright, time to close up shop!” you called.

Those six words were all it took to rouse a great cry of disappointment from the crowd of ponies still gathered about around the entrance of the Ponyville Milk Barn. But before their protests could gather any real steam, Pinkie Pie had already hoisted a “Closed!” sign over a hook hanging from the front door, effectively silencing the salivating mob. “There’ll be plenty more milk tomorrow, everypony!” she cried, naturally meaning every word.

With pleasantries out of the way, the portly party pony rushed to join the rest of you at the barn’s rear, where a single wooden shower cubicle was waiting.

And with good cause! Pinkie Pie sorely needed the scrub-up that the end of her shift came with: like Babs, Fluttershy and even yourself, she had been white-washed head to toe by the day’s exertions. Her body had been used for target practise by four other breasts... occasionally even her own.

Milk had soaked into Pinkie’s big, frizzy mane and was dribbling down her face. A coating of full-cream produce, still warm to the touch, dribbled over the swells of her mountainous bosom. Each playful hop she took sent her bouncy bust a-wobbling, splashing the thick white goop all across the floorboards... floorboards that were more than soaking-wet already! Pinkie had milk in places she didn’t even know it could get to.

The plucky pinkette hopped around the last corner and stuck her head through the doorway, giving the rest of your group a spunky little wave. “Here I am! All ready to get squeaky-clean, Mister Farmer-Sir!”

You drew the shower curtain aside, inviting the two enormous mares, and the “just” huge filly, to step inside. You were in the home stretch now: the sun was almost all the way down from the sky, and another day at Ponyville Milk Barn was coming to a close.

Countless candy-coloured equines had come and gone today, all tossing their bits out for a taste of creamy perfection. Nurse Redheart had stopped by on her lunch break for a sneaky top-up on her favourite Pinkie Milk.

Tree Hugger had arrived shortly after, lazily looping her arms around Fluttershy’s neck and giving her a gentle kiss. What a sight she’d been, half-in and half-out of the barn, contentedly mashing her warm mouth against Fluttershy’s. They’d stayed that way over the cozy windowsill for five minutes or more before the top-heavy tripper had finally slapped down the bits for a bottle.

Even Spike had stopped by, wheeling up a big trolley of empty bottles shouting over the crowd to get a fill up “for Twilight.” Although you could have sworn more milk ended up going into the tiny dragon’s belly than the trolley by the end of it!

For all the fun, there were still dozens of customers coming and going, and three docile, mooing cows to take care of. But, all the same, would you have it any other way? Was there a bigger and better thrill in the world than all this, or a better recipe for a perfect day? And was there anywhere you’d rather be right now than this big spacious barn, with these three sumptuous, heavy-chested cattle under your employ? The girls were more productive than ever, and it seemed like hardly a minute went by where a milk spray wasn’t arching high into the air by blushing, moaning pony-cows.

Having cows... was great! Where else could you see six giant breasts lined up like this, fat nipples continuing their steady production flow for hours uninterrupted? Some days it seemed like they made milk faster than you or anyone else could pump it out.

Even now, every last pair of those mind-numbingly giant breasts were tingly and sensitive. They were aching from the sheer volume of milk they still contained. The girls were being extra careful right now, as if just brushing their chests on the shower cubicle’s walls would be enough to reduce them to trembling, orgasming heaps on the floor.

What a trio they made! Pinkie and Fluttershy were both as tall as buffalo now, yet still just as creamy and resplendent as fantasies ripped straight from a stallion’s dreams. With heads so high they nearly brushed the ceiling, and bodies large enough to make the assets of Babs seem trifling in comparison, she couldn’t help but look small between those two. Those jiggly curve-queens had been sized up to fetishistic new levels.

The two heavily-pregnant mares were enriched by the tight, rounded domes of their bellies, serving to tell onlookers anything and everything they could ever need to know about their high-level fertility... but even Babs’s stomach was far from flat. As she tiptoed into the advanced stages of her cowgirl transformation, Babs had developed a gut more befitting a cow, a big and cushy rounded tummy that spilled over the waistband of her bikini bottoms. It effortlessly quaked and contorted under lewdly-questing fingers.

Combined with extra-thick thighs, rounded, plump faces and warm eyes that glimmered with lust whenever they laid eyes upon their herd’s alpha... Ponyville’s curviest had undeniably been transformed into bovine wonderlands now, platonic ideals of plush cattle that lived to graze, lactate and breed. Those last two in particular!

---

Soon, the four of you were packed inside the teensy shower space. You began to work on worming your way between the soft mixture of yellow, orange and pink to take the shower’s handle firmly in hand, and turn it downwards.

You sighed in relief as the hiss of falling water began to come down around your ears. At first, all the sputtering shower head had to offer up was a light dribble of water, but there was just no way that was going to be enough! There was endless pony curvature that needed to be left squeaky-clean before these girls were allowed into bed, and Pinkie and Fluttershy’s busts were hardly going to soak themselves, were they?

That little trickle soon graduated into steamy sheets of water that pounded down on all your bodies, soaking the girl’s short horse hairs and matting them to their skin. Mist began to form in the isolated space, and with it came the roar of the water grew louder. One by one all the myriad moos, gasps and giggles of your domesticated cows were drowned out; soon you could only read their pleasure, and their giddiness, by those enormous bodies jostling against you, thrusting tits at you insistently.

Not one of those bovine Goddesses showed the least decorum in their need to feel your touch on their bodies. It wasn’t long before your wrists were clasped, and your hands planted on soft, relaxing breasts.

The day’s exertions were finally caught up with you. Hours of running back and forth in the barn’s small area, providing fresh bottles, cleaning spills... It had been exhausting, and the day was still far from over.

Still, for the moment you could relax a little. And what better place to do so than in the midst of three curvaceous, doll-like ponies? You let yourself luxuriate in the the sheer warmth three living, breathing sets of curves provided, all as cushy and soft as dreams. You allowed yourself to go limp, hands falling on firm pony rumps so large and overdeveloped they were easily supported. Honestly, when it came to Pinkie, there was probably enough room for your hand, your whole arm and the entire boxed set of the Daring Do collection. With room to spare!

Channels of warm water began to form in the tight gaps between your body and all of theirs. Where the water couldn’t reach you, the girls were quick to handle it, polishing you with their wet, shiny bodies. They were slick and slippery, and there were muffled squeaky sounds as they used giant busts and bellies to leave you dripping.

Now you were really getting properly immersed in ponies! Most of the shower space was dominated by Fluttershy and Pinkie’s divinely-shaped bodies, their backs pressed against the walls as flat as possible while the rest of their curves spilled out under the shower’s spray.

Most of all, the shower space was dominated by Pinkie’s low-hanging cream factories, and Fluttershy’s milk-laden torpedo tits. Both racks hogged more than their fair share of the water splashing down, with small waterfalls naturally forming where the water ran off their chests. The only space to speak of between those assets was the small diamond in between the wall of titflesh, where their docking nipples formed a kissy-tits perimeter, the plump and erect nubs chastely smooching like lovers. That was where your and Babs Seed’s heads were now, completely enshrouded in pink and yellow busts.

Your member had been stiff plenty of times in the presence of your cows... You were a red-blooded male, after all, and they were fantastically, superhumanly fertile. But you couldn’t easily remember if it had ever been quite this stiff!

Of course, little details like that could escape the mind when you were taking that burgeoning, rut-ready member of yours and grinding it raw against poor Babs’s mega-thick thighs. You were making a genuine effort to relieve some of your tension and calm down, but all it seemed to be doing was getting her, and you, even more worked up.

You were dragged back to the moment suddenly as you found Babs staring directly at you. The cocky pony’s mouth was moving, whispering something you couldn’t quite make out over the roar of the water. You leaned closer.

Her mouth moved and you just barely made her word out. It was half lip-reading, half the understanding of a person that came with being their lover. “Stick...”

She was staring pointedly at you, eyes wide, water streaking down her face.

“Yourself...” Her mouth wrapped around the word, tonguing the syllables.

Babs was fully lost in your expression, barely mindful of the other ponies crowding around you. In her mind, you were the only thing that existed.

“Inside me...” the pony huffed, pressing against you. You were more mindful than ever of what her cravings were doing to her, the rock-hard tip of your jutting, painfully-erect member less than an inch from the unprotected entrance to Babs Seed’s womb.

You faltered momentarily, and Babs took the opportunity to kiss you. She forced her oversized, fleshy cow-tongue down your throat at the same time she hoisted her hips.

Babs was in full lust to be seeded. She stroked her thick labia along the head of your leaking cock-head, inviting you to do what your cock was meant to, and spread her open. Her lower lips welcomed you as the head of that obscene member began to slide inside.

Her mouth twisted open savagely. A bestial cry, choked with emotion, slipped from the orange cow-pony’s mouth. You definitely heard that over the roar of the shower, and so did Fluttershy and Pinkie! Babs began frantically shaking her hips, smacking her crotch roughly against yours in her urge to get you inside. An inch, two inches... Your cock was being sheathed inside this pony’s steamy sex-sheath. After the cool air of the shower, your stiffy felt warmed to the core inside her.

It was like coming in from the cold and lazing before a roaring fire. It belonged in there.

As you grew more coddled and trapped inside of Babs, the temptation to relax against Fluttershy and just let it happen was growing... Why shouldn’t you just give this fertile smut-addict what she wanted? Did it matter if you did it here or on the bed?

You lazed back in those curves and felt the semen rise within you.

Then, you were suddenly back to the chilly air. Babs’s expression of eye-rolling, drooling pleasure slowly, little by little, returned to her old intelligence. “Auuhhh?”

Pinkie Pie, of all ponies, had lifted her off your cock. She was carefully flicking the female sex fluids from your pole, scrubbing you up nice and sparkling again. “Hey, come on big-booty Babsy~ We’re here to get all cleaned up, remember? Heehee!”

Babs flushed red in the face. “Y-Yeah. Clean...”

Fluttershy pressed her fingertips together, blushing. “Pinkie’s right. Getting the, um, shower repaired last time was a big hassle. Heh...”

Pinkie put one hand on her hip, waggling the other under Babs’s chin. “And besides! You only get your first baby once! Better make it special!”

The giant-reared pony planted both hands on Babs Seed’s tummy.

Pinkie fanned her fingers out across the smooth flesh, shaking it up and down to make her junior’s big belly jiggle. “Awooooga! We have a ticking time bomb down here! I repeat, a ticking time bomb! This pony’s biological clock is in imminent need of a manly defusing! Awooooga!”

Fluttershy smiled, tapping a finger on her chin. “Oooh, we’ll need a real expert for that one. Hee~”

The more Pinkie slyly jostled Babs’s stomach, the more you began to notice her touches weren’t entirely innocent. The huge pony had a habit of being more devious than she would ever let on, and the longer you looked down at her hands, the more obvious it was she was firmly twisting her thumbs in a particular way. Little touches, just so.

You’d seen that grip before. Pinkie was directly stimulating Babs’s womb in the same way she’d previously done with Fluttershy, gently applying pressure through her belly. Judging from the expression on the Apple family gal’s face, it was working: she must be absolutely drenched between her thighs right now.

Pinkie grinned as she leaned over Babs’s shoulder, even as Fluttershy placed a sponge in your hands. “So stop gawkin’ and start scrubbin’, boss! Woopee!”

Everything seemed to fall into place after that. You felt warm and relaxed, as you began the slow process of washing the milk and sweat from all four of your bodies. You were trapped in the middle of your group, fully hemmed in by those three expanded bodies.

Pinkie was right: it was downright unfair on Babs to keep her waiting any longer. After all, this was all fun and games to her seniors: they’d long since had the ache in their bellies sated. But Babs, on the other hand...

Her giddy hormones had become a tidal wave that crashed down on her pliable mind over and over again, and rather than battening down the hatches, the earth pony had fully succumbed. She’d let her breeding urges pour in until she was dizzy from arousal and need, dying to hook her ankles behind your butt and do everything she was craving, as many times as it took to satisfy her needs.

Looking at her now in the shower with you, you could see Babs Seed had become obsessed with being impregnated, giving fully into her instincts to be a mother as freely and ready as the most base of animals.

Even now, Babs Seed’s head was swimming with thoughts of turning her womb over to her farmer. Growing up, she had always been painfully aware of the adult pleasures denied to her: watching the adults get completely drunk out of their minds on Apple Cider. Listening to the adults having sex, stallions thrusting into mares with force so violent and untamed it should have elicited pain... Only to hear those mares howl their approval and ram their hips back with equal or greater force. As she’d matured, she had experienced every last one of those forbidden highs, but this final exposure had always been off-limits to her.

And now, having spent the last few months watch Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie repeatedly bomb their brains raw with blasts of heady Oxytocin, Babs was more ready than ever. For her fellow cows, it seemed as if just cradling and rubbing bulging bellies produced mind-melting jolts of happiness in their brains as good as any orgasm... and she didn’t want to go another day without being able to experience that eye-rolling, tongue-hanging pleasure for herself.

The pony-puss wanted to invite your hard cock deep inside. Babs wanted to hug and hold you and you alone tightly, to seal her lips with yours and grind her lust out on your firm body. She wanted to be barebacked and creampied over and over, until the unfertilized eggs clamouring in her womb had been dominated by the thick, gooey contents of your nuts.

The strong and independent pony was now fully devoted to having the permanent mark of a man’s touch left on her flush, pot-bellied curves, and swarms of cute little cows running around her feet.

You hurried to scrub your cows down, then bossed them out of the shower while they giggled all the way. It was finally time to sow your wild oats in the curvy, lewdly-plumped Babs Seed’s womb.

---

Sometime later, you popped out of the shower door like a cork from a wine bottle. Fluttershy and Pinkie looked immediately relieved for the extra space, the pressure finally off their pent-up bodies. They looked almost like they’d been holding their tummies in all this time! Looking back at the tiny gap you’d just previously been occupying, you could sympathize: it was a wonder you’d even fit between them in the first place.

You wandered over to a shower cabinet and pulled out a few fluffy white towels. After wrapping the first around your own waist, you tossed a few to the girls... for all the good it would do them! They were made for ordinary ponies, not these titans, and you might as well have been trying to cover a whale with a napkin! The towels mostly ended up wrapped tight around wet manes, or comically draped over busts.

You took those three fillies out through the hole in the wall, planning on trotting quickly over to the house. But you weren’t gonna get there: someone was in your way.

Standing there blocking the path was none other than those Apple family folk: Babs Seed’s extended family. Applejack hardly missed an opportunity to pick on “the li’l Entrepreneur” and today was no different. The muscular amazon grinned ear to ear as she pounced you, getting your neck deep under a bicep like a melon. “Well howdy partner! Now you weren’t thinkin’ of closing up shop already, were ya? Not when me’n the little rugrat here was completely parched and all!”

“We... hrrkk... We closed twenty minutes ago...” you said, voice coming out as little more than a whisper. That gal had a death-grip and no mistake.

“Naw, that ain’t right. See, me and the little sis here been workin’ our butts off all the live-long day... And we was fixin’ for some of yer finest Babs Seed produce! Straight from the tap, a’course! You tell ‘im, Applebloom!”

“Yeah! That’s right, Mister!” Applebloom popped up behind her, eyes shining bright. She was wearing a little cotton dress for the occasion, the filly’s figure having filled out almost as much her cousin’s over the past few years. She’d make a mighty fine wife to some lucky stallion one day for sure.

Applebloom unhitched two bottles from her belt, spinning them like pistols. “Now hand over the milk, and nobody gets hurt, y’hear?” It was as intimidating as could be, given it was followed by one of the bottles slipping between her fingers.

You cast a sympathetic glance to Babs, who looked more ornery than ever. Normally she’d be delighted by a family visit, but the way she was itching right now was far from normal. “Babs, do you mind a quick stop-off?” you asked. She reluctantly nodded.

Soon, Applejack was standing by with Fluttershy and Pinkie, watching Applebloom get to the task of transferring the contents of those pumpkin-coloured (and pumpkin-sized!) breasts into her bottles. She was just about draining poor Babs dry! It stood to reason, you supposed: working Sweet Apple Acres must be thirsty work this time of year. Bloom wasn’t a stranger to Babs’s assets, and with a series of “ploik!”s she fed firm nipples into one bottleneck after another... And squeaked the few times she almost lost her bottles inside all that soft bosom!

And where were you in all of this? Right where Applejack had left you, your neck sandwiched between her forearm and bicep, fingers clawing at that sleek orange body for precious air.

Your efforts to escape died down a little when you saw a serious look on AJ’s face. “Now, I don’t suppose I be needin’ to tell you milk wasn’t the only thing we came here today for, mm?”

You couldn’t have replied if you wanted to, the squeeze was so tight. So you just stared up at her, big eyes peeking over the top of big muscles. “Now that’s my cousin you got there, ain’t it just? She’s been waitin’ for today for a very long day, and that’s no lie. You know that, right, farmer?”

“Mmm!” You tried to nod, and she smiled.

“Attaboy. I’m sure you’ll do your best. But...” Applejack leaned down until she was eye-level with you. Given the height difference, it took an age.

“I seen how big you made Pinkie and Floots, so I know this pecker ain’t exactly shootin’ blanks, but... Us Apples are a fertile lot. When it comes to gettin’ our insides spermed, we don’t mess around, y’hear? And little Babs there, she has her heart set on bein’ a mommy and bringing her own little herd of Apples into the world just like her momma.”

Applejack hooded her eyes at you, smirking like a succubus. “And if you don’t help her out with that, I reckon there’s gonna be some serious Hell to pay. If I hear word after the fact, you was blastin’ that cum cannon off anywhere but inside her coochy, well dang it all... I might just find myself personally paying you and Babs a visit. And you don’t want that, trust me.”

Her eyes gleamed. “‘Cause I ain’t quite near soft as these cows, heheheh. This country gal’s all muscle and no mistake, and I’ll work that dick of yours till it feels like it’s gonna fall off if it’s what I gotta do to get a bun in Babs’s oven. You understand, little man?”

You nodded yourself sillly, eyes a little wider and a little more concerned.

“That’s good. All us Apples need from a man is for him to be quiet, good at understanding orders and rockin’ nuts loaded with baby-makin’ seed.”

She turned to check up on Applebloom. Her little sibling had filled three bottles so far and was chasing a fourth through the grass after a jet of Babs milk had sent it rocketing off.

Applejack glanced down at you, a coy grin beginning to spread across her face. The teasing was far from done. “Anyway, enough about that. Seems like just yesterday you had these gals all bent over buckets... Now jus’ look at this whole operation!”

She cast her eyes along the length and breadth of the barn, smiling proudly. “Eeyup. Brings a tear to the ol’ peepers to see an Apple involved in such a pivotal Ponyville venture, let me tell ya. No Flim Flams here! Just good, honest work by good, honest folk.”

She smirked. “Oh, and you, I s’pose. So that’s three good honest folk... and the fella with a pecker so dang uppity it supposedly needs nine holes all to itselfs.”

You winced under her teasing. Applejack really had a way of needling at a guy. “I hope all this success ain’t goin’ to your head, farmer. Y’all better be takin’ good care of my friends, y’hear now? I reckon iffin I hear so much as a squeak outta Pinkie...”

Pinkie chewed her lip nervously. She lasted a whole three seconds before she leaned right up beside the two of you and let out a tiny “Squeak!” followed by nasally giggle-snorting. Applejack immediately twisted her body and tightened her grip putting you in a tighter headlock that forced your nose a little more tightly into her sweaty armpit. It’d been a long, hard day on the farm today for sure!

“Or even a chirp!”

Pinkie clasped a hand to her mouth. Her eyes were watering as she struggled to keep her mouth shut, before ultimately releasing a string of cross-eyed “Chirp! Chirp!”s.

Again, Applejack put the squeeze on you! For such a muscular, brutal-bodied pony, Applejack was surprisingly soft in parts, and your entire face could easily sink to its depths in moments. So for the moment, you just dealt with simultaneous suffocation and erection. Sufforection.

It was quite the trade-off, it was. On the one hand, having your entire head smothered between big pony breast and steamy pony armpit. On the other, your oxygen supply. You needed a bit more time to consider the pros and cons, but you definitely weren’t gonna get it.

“Orrrr... Or whatever other kinda barnyard animal noises you got these mares makin’!”

Babs, Fluttershy and Pinkie’s eyes all sparkled, the girls giving their lips guilty little nibbles. With teases of animal noises on them, the provocative thought of a cute “moo” wasn’t far away, and it set them off bad. More growth! More pleasure! More milk! Their trio of magical collars sparkled, the air around them becoming dense with the potential thaumaturgic energy.

They wanted to moo so badly, but at this point it looked like Applejack might just take you down for the count.

Pinkie was the first to let her titties win out over her morals, and it set off a chain reaction throughout the barn. “Moooo~oooo!”

Babs and Fluttershy were quick to follow, as if breast-growth was contagious around these parts. Soon, all three ponies were letting out a series of long, throaty moos. Applejack seemed about ready to crush you out of existence when she was suddenly startled by a squeal from Applebloom. The yellow farmgirl was now only visible as an arm sticking out of a steamy bed of maroon breast flesh.

“Heeeyeeeelp!” squealed Applebloom, as she was soundly smothered.

“What the hay, farmer! Get yer girls under control!” said Applejack with another laugh, before diving into the fray. A few minutes of grunting, heaving and some swearing Applebloom definitely shouldn’t have been hearing later, the troublemakers were on their way, chuckling as they wandered down the path.

Applejack had been pretty serious for a moment there. You glanced to Babs, giving the frustrated-looking pony a reassuring smile. Then, you held out your hand to her. “Come on, Babs. Let’s get you inside.”

Babs smiled back. She took your hand, following you to the house with a growling belly.

---

You crossed the threshold to your home, followed closely behind by the stunning trio. With the day's milking finally done, you had hoped for a brief moment to relax... but it seemed like your three excitable cows had other plans in mind!

A red-hot’n’horny Babs was on you first. The pony’s weight descended onto you from behind, and would have been sent stumbling, if not for those strong orange hands shooting around you. She planted her fingertips on your chest, slowly crawling them down to your belly.

"We had our breasts pumped all day long for you. Like good cows. Now you have to... Moo-ooooo..." Her eyes were shining bright, and the hot spot between her legs was locked onto you with 100% accuracy.

Pinkie swung in from the front, stifling her giggles. "I know exactly what Babs means! Being a cow can be suuuper hard! Inbetween all the mooing and milk-making these silly collars make us do, they also make our titties tingle a whole lot! It makes us really, really, really, really, really-really..."

Each of the next few dozen cries of "really" was appended by a swing of her massive chest. Pinkie’s bra-busting hooters tossed around like she didn't remember the last time she'd done that in your living room, knocking over your favourite clock in the process.

" ...Really, really... Really-really-really-really... Really, really..."

"Really horny! Aahhaaaah! We're horny cooows!” Pinkie pawed at her own chest like a maniac, squeezing the skin around her nipples. You’d think it might have stopped her jiggling, but there was still so much soft, soft pregnant belly to wobble as she rubbed herself. It was actually so distracting you barely even noticed Babs Seed’s hands continuing to feel you up: there was a lot of stealthy pants-unzipping was going on down there!

Pinkie must have seen your eyes wandering, because she stuck her tongue out, giving you an impish smile. Her fingertip started on the same side of her wet, pink mouth her tongue was poking out of, before they both made the sultry, seductive voyage to the opposite end. “We need a bull! A big one with a big, crazy-enormous cock!"

She bent forward, supporting her chest with both hands and keeping 'em spherical when gravity made them want to plunge down to knee-level. "So uhhh... Know where we can find one? Teehee~"

Fluttershy placed her hands together, smiling at the three of you. “Let’s hurry up and eat, everyone! Pinkie, will you help me in the kitchen?”

As Fluttershy guided Pinkie to the kitchen, the pink bovine continued to drunkenly yammer on. "I was thinking we could make a biiiig, fun game-wheel with the names of all the guys we wanna drain the nuts of in town, but I was halfway through it when I realized it was a lot of effort just to write one name!" Her train of thought was being derailed more often than the Appleloosa Express during bandit season as random pussy-throbs and nipple twitches burbled to the surface of her overtaxed brain.

Fluttershy was pushing her now, clouds of coiling smoke emerging from behind her hooves as she slid along the floor. “Wait! He has to keep up his end of the deal! You’ll pay for thiiiisssss!" howled Pinkie. Seeing Pinkie physics applied to that new, giant and almost fully nude body left you speechless.

---

In the end, you decided to skip over eating at the dinner table. With these cuddly cows around anywhere was comfy, and it was sooo much nicer curled up in front of the fireplace. With ponies resting on you from either side and Babs’s head in your lap, you were as comfy as could be.

You got settled down with your girlfriends, and looked over what Pinkie and Fluttershy had prepared. You were snacking on eggs, pumpkin, almonds... and a recurring theme was soon sticking out to you amongst all those foods.

“Who picked these foods, anyway...” you asked, running your fingers through Pinkie’s mane. She crooned, gently pushing into you, nudging you with her chest.

“Like, obviously it was Fluttershy! You know we’d be knee-deep in cake if it were up to me!” The thought of being knee-deep in cake with three big, naked cow-ponies momentarily drifted to mind, leaving you at half-mast. It took a second to refocus on the matter at hand.

“Yeah, there isn’t nearly enough pink in this spread!” she carried on, before giving you a cheeky wink. “We can make up for that later, though~”

“Well, mm, I noticed all these foods are... kinda protein-heavy...”

Fluttershy immediately flushed bright-red in the face. Her shoulders hunched up slightly and she suddenly seemed extremely invested in the fingernails steepled in her lap. Even as a big, nude cowgirl, she seemed to still have quite the sense of shame! “N-No... Don’t be silly, I just picked what was laying around and you’re jumping to conclusions, so...”

Beside her, Pinkie was already sniggering behind her hand. “Ooooh! She’s got it in for you, Mister Farmer! She’s gonna getcha back for milking her all day! Wahaha!”

Babs looked over the food, then back to the other two. “Huh?”

Pinkie picked up a stray piece of cottage cheese and waggled it playfully in Babs’s face. Then she tilted her head back, unhinged her jaw, and devoured the whole thing in one big gulp. As if the gravid mare wasn’t already packing a belly big enough to hide her thighs from view, she also showed no guilt in stuffing herself full of whatever nourishment she could get her hands on. “Yeeeeeeeeeep! Looks like Fluttershy hand-picked the food guaranteed to get those baby-making pods of his workin’ overtime!”

That was all it took for Babs Seed’s look of confusion to turn to a slowly broadening smile. “Oh. Heh. Awesome.”

“You know it, sister!” laughed Pinkie, giving her fellow cow a bop on the arm. “Way to go, Fluttershy!”

Pinkie cupped her hands together, and then steadily expanded them out. “We’re gonna force-feed those nuts of his until they’re as big and fat and round as can be!”

“And then...” She gave the other girls a wink, poking her tongue out like a little prankster. “Then we’re gonna make ‘em go on a big diet, nyeheheh.”

Fluttershy just shrank back into her seat, turning bright red. “... It’s just a simple mistake! A-Anyone could pick out the kind of foods that make stallions produce tons of yummy, gooey cum!”

Pinkie glanced sideways to Babs, then gave Fluttershy another big grin... which set the features tucked under that mane of pink to blushing an even-brighter red! Fluttershy kept right on protesting: “And it wouldn’t necessarily mean she wants to get stuffed with dick or anything! Even if she might like that...” Fluttershy was continuing to test the very outer limits of plausible deniability.

You’d never heard a more frank confession of their interests in you. This group of pervy ponies wanted to train your body to be constantly prepared for sex. And it wasn’t even for fun, either: they had breeding purposes in mind. It felt like every look towards you was tinged with thoughts of how they could get you to make more cum, how they could get you to make their bellies even bigger and get them bred even faster.

Even innocent-looking Fluttershy had a keen interest in keeping your nuts locked and loaded with fertile cum, to the point where she’d try to slip stuff like this past you. But the truth was well out now, wasn’t it?

As Fluttershy continued to deny these affronts on her good character, her gaze looking like it had travelled to some faraway place. Pinkie gasped as she watched her going, tossing her arms around the other pony’s slender shoulders. “Oh no! We’re losing her! Ponyville to Fluttershy! Ponyville to Fluttershy!”

Fluttershy came back down to Equestria... and immediately pressed more closely into you, looking for all the world like a filly who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "I’m sorry... You must think we're all awfully greedy, sir... But we just can't help ourselves! We, um, we don't really have any other way to sate ourselves but you."

“Oooh!” squealed Pinkie. “Speaking of which!”

She leaned a bit closer, licking those greedy pink chops of hers. “I’m getting soooo excited thinking about what’s going on between his legs!”

The vivacious, slatternly pinkette gripped a fistful of pale pink breast in either hand, bunching them up on herself. Soon, both her shoulders and neck were completely obscured behind the endless vista of her milk-dispensing flesh-vats! “Is everypony else excited? ‘Cause I am!”

Fluttershy gasped as Pinkie openly pawed herself, resisting the urge to do the same. They both moved closer, planting their little fists on your chest, looking up at you with big, hungry eyes.

"Please, sir, you're the only one who'll do,” begged Fluttershy.

"Yeah! It's gotta be you!” echoed Pinkie.

Babs eased into you from behind, hooking one arm under your armpit and cupping a pectoral, while the other gripped your shoulder nice'n'firm. "Sorry, boss... We didn't want it to be like this, but we can't control ourselves anymore, so..."

Looks like dinner was getting called to an early close. You set your food aside, and took your ponies to bed.

Author's Notes:

This entire interlude chapter wasn't planned originally, but a few idle conversations with the S-Man sort of had one thing leading to another and we got to discussing how absolutely filthy the ponies would be at the end of the average shift, and how they'd need a good, long sudsy scrubbing before bed.

Once I'd probably fleshed out Applejack's little scene (which might be one of my favourite parts of the whole story), it had gotten long enough to post as its own thing.

Anyway, not much more to go now~ Big thanks to everyone who's followed the story along so far.