I slid across the hard surface and latched onto the mare's nipple in one smooth motion.

At first, what was a little weird about Moondancer's milk was that it didn't taste as good. Still great, mind you – warm, soothing breast milk is a hard thing to ruin – but not quite the super-nutritious ambrosia I'd sampled from Derpy and Mrs. Cake. That was only at first, though.

Meanwhile, it took me about five seconds to have a rush of perspective and guilt. Here I was, lewdly sucking the gigantically grown nipples of the one mare who'd actively resisted me so far. Her will was now geared toward my fetishes. Even if her motivations had been half-preventative, half-selfish; after all the fighting to justify myself to the one person who could challenge me openly, the thought that I had WON… felt like I'd lost. Like I'd cheated.

My thoughts were derailed when, after a minute of draining the initial production, the milk became less watery and the flavor changed for the better, as did Moondancer's reaction.

Her back arched and she shuddered, saying, "W-woooah! Must be all the new milk glands kicking in…! Aah! The… quick-start spell only activates a portion of them to get… to get milk out the door as fast as possible, so to speak! So now… Ahhh…"

It was much richer in flavor now, more on par with the breast milk I'd had up to this point. And the volume increased drastically. I must've looked quite the sight: Laying across the table in the donut shop, my hands caressing the massive boob resting in front of me as I desperately sucked from it, rivulets of milk running down my chin. The guilt was momentarily forgotten, and my manhood started to press insistently against the table through my jeans.

I heard Trixie's boots clacking around the table. "Mind if I join in?" she asked, before kneeling down and taking place on Moondancer's other boob, so that she could suck away.

Moondancer cried out in pleasure, and her breasts let out a quicker spurt of milk. I loved how expressive pony breasts could be when they were big enough and lactating. They sloshed softly with each motion, their nipples practically throbbed after a good suck, and when a boobgasm was going the whole tit would tremble just the slightest bit before pulsing and rushing milk out as fast as possible. It was so sexually endearing, it was easy to treat the breasts like sex organs themselves. Which I guess was the whole point of their 'design.'

The uncertain bookworm looked around at the other customers, some of whom were certainly appreciative, but everyone was being polite with us. No one was looking too long, no one was glaring or judging or commenting or saying disparaging things behind her back. We were quite the sight, but nothing worth pointing fingers about.

"Hell…!" she cursed, her eyes wide and her cheeks absolutely flushed. She looked back down on us nursing on her incredible table-smooshing tits. "You… Aaaahmmmm!" Her strangled moan was accompanied by a wide roll of her hips on her seat. A moment later, her hands left the sides of her breasts and rubbed furiously against her inner thighs, through her clothes.

Trixie pulled away, her lips smacking as she let Moondancer's breastmilk dribble down onto the table for a second. "That first moment… It's always kind of a thrill, isn't it?"

I nodded a little, not letting go of the tit in my mouth. I knew that moment well. When you first realize that you're doing something insane but no one minds. The implications hit you all at once, and they're both thrilling and terrifying. Just pure shock.

It's also a good test to see if you're an exhibitionist or not. If afterward you long for that thrill again, congratulations. If not, whatever – it's not like anyone will mind too much either way.

Moondancer got frustrated with just rubbing herself through her pants, and actually stood up. Her breasts were so large now, Trixie and I didn't even have to move. Moondancer just bent over, her tits deforming slightly as they rested on the table at an angle, and reached for her pants' button. For a moment, she froze in place and looked at me with wide eyes. Her suggested motion seemed to have caught the attention of the rest of the room, too, and several pairs of eyes were on me.

I couldn't help but smirk, because I knew what was going on. Harem status being unofficial yet, did Moondancer have explicit permission to strip down and finger herself? Very slowly and deliberately, and still suckling on her teat, I nodded.

As if by magic, the crowd around us stopped paying that much attention and returned to their donuts, but Moondancer kept her eyes on me. Permission had been granted, but she stood still, shaking, her eyes wide and pupils narrow, locked on me.

The guilt came back in force. I stopped suckling and frowned, staring at her. The nipple leaking breastmilk into my mouth stopped mattering for a second. Here I was, sending a smart, willful young woman down into a spiral of lust, and all for…

Trixie took the initiative and magicked Moondancer's clothes. Both her beige pants and white plain panties were yanked down to her knees. The bookworm yelped and stumbled forward a little, smooshing more titflesh into our faces before she steading herself against the table. Her bare ass and pussy were on display for the rest of the shop, and at a good angle for most of them to see it.

Moondancer glared down at Trixie through her fogging glasses. "H-Hey! You…!"

The stage magician swallowed her most recent gulp of milk and slowly got up from her knees. "I'll seduce you both if I have to," she said, her expression smug and slightly irritable. She strutted over to Moondancer's side, her hand trailing along the side of her massive supple pale breast. "You seem to have forgotten that this is about two things."

Trixie pressed into Moondancer's side, her tits rubbing up against the student's arm and sideboob. The hand on the tit remained there, gently squeezing, while the other one landed on Moondancer's ass with a 'smack.' Moondancer yelped out in surprise.

Leaning in to Moondancer's ear, she said, "Survival…"

That hand on her ass drifted south towards her nethers, already sticky and hot. Moondancer let out a long, drawn-out moan as Trixie stuck two fingers in.

"...and fun," Trixie purred. "Seriously… If you two can't summon the courage to be wild and sexy, then I guess it's my job to give you just the right amount of… push." On top of everything, her horn started to glow, and I was startled out of my milk-induced reverie by an intensely pleasurable tingling in my pants.

"I th…thought you were a slaa-a-ave…" Moondancer moaned through Trixie's fingering.

I slipped off Moondancer's leaking nipple and muttered, "Y-Yeah…"

Trixie just grinned at us – at the control she had over us in that moment. "Oh? I thought we'd agreed Moondancer was the sex slave now. I'm just your accomplice now, which means I can be as dominant as I like."

"We never actually agreed on that," I gasped, trying not to focus on the magical force trying to get me to cum in my pants. My objection was based on the feeling that we were moving too fast for Moondancer, who already looked completely overwhelmed and overstimulated by everything that was happening.

"Hmph." Trixie did… something to Moondancer's cunt back there, causing her to gasp out. Then she leaned towards her ear again. "You know, Moony… There's a pro tip to dealing with Pascal you should know."

Oh no. Was she really going to…?

Her horn's shine intensified, and I felt something grab my sides. "If he's getting flustered by all the consequences of near-absolute power, all you have to do is…"

Magically, I was propelled forward, my face glancing off Moondancer's areola before my head and shoulders were submerged within the sea of cleavage resting on the table.

"…overwhelm his boob-obsessed little brain."

This was getting out of hand. And yet, Moondancer's newly enhanced tits were wonderful to be between. Her skin was so light and soft, and my hands automatically moved to squeeze them around my head as much as possible. Her nipples reacted to the pressure by spraying more milk past my shoulders, soaking my back and making Moondancer moans intensify for a second.

Her own hands reached across her bust to play with her own nipples, even pressing a finger into the center of each of them and rubbing the hardened skin in circles, causing the flow of milk to increase with her arousal and stimulation. Her nips had grown so large that they'd almost become a penetrable hole unto themselves.

"C'mon now…" Trixie said sultrily into Moondancer's ear, still fingering the bookworm's cunt. "You're close, aren't you…? Won't you cum for me? Spray everything you've got onto my hand… and his back…! You're ready to GUSH in front of everypony in this room!"

"Aa… Aaaaa…" Moondancer's moans got louder with every sentence, getting closer and closer to climax.

And so was I. Hearing her vocalizations of pleasure, being stuck between her giant breasts, and getting stroked off magically through my pants – I was already tensing up, ready to blow. I just wished it wasn't about to stain my whole crotch…

But Trixie didn't give us a choice. I don't know what she did, but whatever it was sent Moondancer over the edge. "Aaaaaaah!" At the same time, the magic that was stroking my rock-hard dick changed to an all-encompassing vibration, caressing the entirety of my cock. It was the last straw for me. Even Trixie let out a gasping moan; she was probably magically getting herself off at the same time.

Girl was talented, that's for sure.

When I stopped seeing white, everything came back all at once. I was still stuck between Moondancer's breasts, my shirt was soaked with milk, and my pants were sticky with my load. I was, in several ways, humiliated, but the fact that no one in the shop would care kinda made up for it.

Weary in post-orgasm, I pulled my head up past the surface of Moondancer's cleavage, reaching around with my hands to push myself up. When I finally surfaced, I was almost nose-to-nose with her. Her glasses were fogged up and askew, her mouth was frozen in an open-mouthed panicky smile, and there were hints of tears forming in her rolled-up eyes. She was a picture of terrified arousal… and she was also utterly frickin' adorable.

"Hey. Hey." I patted the side of her breast and tried to ignore the squishing feeling in my pants. "You alright?"

She didn't really respond immediately, just looking down at me, panting heavily. It seemed like she was still processing what had just happened.

Trixie was also watching Moondancer closely, looking partially concerned, but when I noticed this she quickly put up her smug persona again. "Well? What do you say to The Sexy and Pleasurable Trixie?" she asked us, clearly expecting a 'thank you.'

Moondancer hung her head a little, blushing furiously behind her bangs. I looked up at her from between the massive pair of breasts on the table with mild annoyance. "Trixie…"

For a second, it looked as though Trixie was going to keep it up. The slight edge in my voice seemed to remind her that even she couldn't act totally heartless, so her face fell for a moment. Then she straightened herself and kept going. To Moondancer, she said, "Didn't that feel fantastic? Letting it all go, throwing your inhibitions to the wind and just… indulging?"

"I…" At last, Moondancer tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. Only the steady trickle of fluids from her breasts and her pussy were consistent from her.

With a sigh, my mind was cast back to Twilight's first magicjob back in Ponyville, and I said, "I had a moment like this, my first time in a public place. It's… It's outright mind-blowing. Arousing? Hell yeah. But terrifying? Also that. You've basically broken her for a second; it's gonna take a little bit for her to come back."

Moondancer let out a breathy chuckle. "Uh-huh…! Yeah…" It seemed I'd nailed it.

I groaned and looked around. Now that the coitus, such that it was, was no longer in progress, the ponies around were returning to their pastries. We were spending more time in this donut shop than I would've liked – because I suspected that more perversion in the same place would produce diminishing returns against the Normal – and my body was still stained all over.

"Trixie, clean this up, please," I muttered, getting up from my laying position on the milk-soaked table and onto my knees. My shirt clung to my back, and my jeans had a small dark stain in the front.

Trixie put on an impish grin while her horn glowed. A wave passed over us, and the table and my shirt were mostly cleaned up… but the squishy feeling in my pants still remained. I quirked an eyebrow at Trixie and frowned. Her grin grew wider.

"Oh, come on, Pascal," she purred. "Wouldn't you rather one of us clean that up the 'fun' way?"

I knew instantly what that would entail, and my dick responded. But since it also meant one of these girls (who I'd rather not break) tasting and swallowing my addictive cum, I was hesitant. "No. Just…"

"You suuuure?" She folded her arms under her big bare blue boobs, raising the arc of her cleavage in my view. "Do we need to have that talk about your prudish instincts and the reason you enslaved me, again?"

At the word 'enslaved,' Moondancer visibly shifted, and I cringed a little. Trixie had a way of picking the starkest language to describe a situation. It wasn't any less true, but part of me wanted to pretend that I wasn't that bad. Yet.

With the pretense now yanked away from me, my confidence began to spiral. I looked over to Moondancer, and all she did was remind me of everything that was wrong and evil about my power. The one person who'd stood up to me was now secreting from multiple orifices, stunned out of her mind and exposed for the world to see.

And yet, how could I not do this? Knowing who I am, knowing my body's sexual effect on ponies, knowing that even the most basic of things like staring at Pinkie Pie's jugs can spiral into shenanigans… Wasn't there a point where I had to throw in the towel and just…?

No. So much was at stake. These were not inherently sexual creatures, no matter how lewd their bodies were. They were not my toys.

Then how, again, did I justify all this?

Since I wasn't good at hiding my emotions, Trixie could see my growing internal struggle plainly on my face. She sighed, rolled her eyes, stepped forward, and pulled my head down so that my face landed between her big blue breasts. "Come on now, Pascal. Get over yourself," she said half-encouragingly.

Despite my 'pro tip,' for once, being between a lovely pair of tits wasn't helping. The doom spiral, the mind control carousel, was still going. It was all 'should I,' 'shouldn't I,' over and over and over and over and…

Anger filled me. I put my hands on Trixie's shoulders, pushed myself back upright, and cried out, "Oh my GOD. FUCK it."

Trixie laughed in startled surprise. Looking over at Moondancer, she said, "Hey, it worked!"

I ignored her for a moment and slid off the table, getting back onto my feet on the donut shop's tiles. The crotch of my pants was still sticky. I glared over at Trixie, turned to face her, and growled, "Trixie. Clean this up."

She fixed me with another sultry look. "W-"

"Now."

My insistence caught her off guard. With a flash of her horn, the damp feeling in my underwear dissipated. Then Trixie just looked me in the eye warily. "So what now?" she asked.

It took me a second to think of how I wanted to proceed, but my anger sped up the process. "Bend over," I muttered, and pointed at the table.

Her eyes went wide at that, and a ghost of a smile appeared on her muzzle. Slowly, she obeyed, positioning herself at the edge of the table and bending at the waist. Now she and Moondancer were side by side, presenting their plump pussies to the whole establishment, but mostly to me. Only one of them was confident about it, and the other was not.

Trixie grinned back at me. "Now what are you going to- AAH!"

I stepped up and gave Trixie a quick smack on her bubbly blue ass, cutting her off mid-sentence. I didn't use all that much force, but it definitely wasn't what she was expecting.

Now slightly bewildered, Trixie opened her mouth to demand an explanation. I preempted that by reaching down and sticking two fingers deep into her slick wet entrance, bringing a moan out of her instead of a retort.

"Aaaahhhhhgh… What… What's gotten into youuuu…" From the way her shoulders slumped and her tongue stuck out a little bit, I could tell she wasn't exactly dismayed by this turn of events.

"You've been a baaaad filly again," I said in a low tone, gently pushing into her snatch. "Overwhelming that poor girl."

"I just… nngh… didn't want her to wait… like I did," Trixie moaned haltingly, letting herself drop and pressing her breasts more firmly into the table. "I'm hardly your slave anymore, so–"

I spanked her again (not as lightly this time, making her cheek bounce and ripple a bit) with my other hand. God, I was actually getting into this. "You don't get to say that. One, we never agreed on it, and two… You don't get to act that way and then talk to me about enslaving you." I leaned close to her head and muttered, "No. You're just saying whatever it takes to rile me up. Aren't you?"

Trixie paused awkwardly, then broke out into laughter. "And it worrrrr-rrrrked!" she sang-sung.

Another deserved smack to the buttocks was her reward, but out of her sight I rolled my eyes and sighed. I secretly had to appreciate the slyness of her gambit. Either she got me mad and caused me to be the masterful dom she seemed to want out of this partnership… or it failed, and she got the two of us wrapped around her finger anyway. It was a win-win strategy.

That didn't mean I liked it, though. I took Trixie's right hand and pulled it back so she had her fingers poised over her own sticky folds. I pulled my hand out, appreciate how her vulva winked in my absenece, and growled, "So you don't get the dick. Keep yourself busy while I handle Moondancer."

Said mare, who'd been catching her breath and watching us quietly, suddenly started. Self-consciously, she began to fuss over her body's positioning, pushing her pants down further and thrusting her ass up higher.

As I stepped away from her, Trixie traced her own outer lips and grinned. "That's not much of a punishment at all…!"

She was still going for it. Pushing back and practically begging me to truly dominate her. That was the game we were playing. Well, if that was the case… "You also aren't going to cum until I say so."

THAT was a bit of a shock to her. It was a reach for me, as well. I knew I couldn't make people's bodies do impossible things when it came down to it… But something Derpy had said back at the party had me thinking, and my anger was making me more open to wild experimentation.

Trixie's hand dropped and hung limply between her legs, and she scoffed. "Then why bother?"

The corner of my mouth rose. "Nuh-uh. You're going to bring yourself to the edge, and then hold there."

"W-Why would I…" Her hand was already moving back up, and in a moment she had penetrated herself again. But she remained indignant. "Fine. I guess that'll be fun or something…"

My expression changed to a full-on grin. "You see that, Trixie? Even if you're reluctant, your body listens to me better than you do." I leaned forward again and placed a hand on Trixie's ass – not a spank, but it still made her twitch. "I've got you, Trixie," I said, using that low tone again, almost whispering. "My words are in your head. My voice controls you more than you could possibly realize."

With every sentence, Trixie's eyes got wider and wider, and her hand didn't stop. She bit her bottom lip and played with herself in a renewed frenzy, getting really into her own pleasure. Every ounce of that rebellious front was gone.

Fortunately for me, she didn't seem to be actually afraid, despite the gambit I was playing. It seemed more like the idea aroused her. Which was the outcome I was hoping for.

Trixie now taken care of for the moment, I focused my attention on Moondancer again. "Roll over, please. On your back."

It was a little tricky, but she complied with only a little hesitation. She pushed herself forward, trusting her entire weight to the table, and shifted around to present herself to me. As she got fully onto her back, her gigantic, milky breasts shifted, rolling off her torso – but not flattening, still retaining their full, ripe roundness. With her pants and underwear now down around her shoes, her thick bookworm thighs were on full display, as well as the generous butt that refused to squish down entirely, thus propping her lower end up. And between all that was her puffy, engorged, sticky, wet lips.

Tempting. So very tempting. But part of me, the angry and newly confident part of me, already knew what the next step was. This would be necessary.

Instead of dropping my pants and fucking her right away, I walked around the table to Moondancer's side, causing her to look at me in confusion. "H-Huh? Why aren't you…?"

"Ssh, hold on." I leaned over the table and hovered a hand over Moondancer's head, with my thumb just a few inches over her forehead. "Until my thumb's off your forehead, you can think normally without my influence," I quietly declared. And I put my hand down.

Just like before, my body was wracked with a buzzing discomfort, as a new source of judgment materialized on the abstract plane of normality. But I was ready for it this time. I weathered it and kept my eyes on the mare.

The moment my thumb reached her forehead, her eyes went wide, and she immediately pulled up her legs to cover up her privates, and reached her arms around her breasts. "Gaaah! What… What am I doing…?" she said, panicked and out of breath.

"Seriously?!" Trixie shouted out, still bent over and fingering herself. "We're doing this AGAIN?"

"We're doing this MY WAY, Trixie!" I shouted back. "Just… be quiet for a second!"

Moondancer, entirely overwhelmed, curled up and tried to make herself as small as possible. Which, considering the size of her assets, was pretty much futile.

I stayed as calm as I could. "I know, I know. Sorry." I let out a heavy sigh. I almost lost my nerve, tempted to take the hand off and just not deal with this shit. But I stayed on. "Look, I gotta ask… You're a virgin, right?"

The pulled-up black sweater was bunched up over her mouth at this point. She looked over it at me, through her foggy glasses and tearing-up eyes, and nodded shakily. "Mm-hmm…"

Another deep breath to calm myself. "Okay." The words escaped me momentarily, but I knew the gist of what I had to say. "What Trixie did… You can write that off as a weekend of experimentation, maybe. But this? Not to put it on a huge pedestal, but… You'll remember this. So…" A pit formed in my chest. It went against all my worst instincts to even consider the words that were about to leave my larynx, but I forced them out. "Are you… absolutely sure you want it to be me?"

Moondancer's eyes widened in surprise, but she also looked more confused than anything else. "I… I thought I already said… I was gonna…"

"You made a snap decision," I replied. "And consent can change. Pretty rapidly." I took another deep breath to handle my nerves and leaned in a little closer. "Look. Despite what I said, you can absolutely leave right now. There's no point of no return. If you're not comfortable with this, with me, then you can pull up your pants and walk away. No argument, no grudge."

The busty bookworm was silent, staring at me in shock.

Meanwhile, the buzzing along the back of my neck got intense, but I ignored it for a little longer. "I'm an alien, a pervert, and ten minutes ago you were ready to snap my neck. So are you sure that you want me to be the guy that…"

"Are… Are you going to take care of me?" Moondancer mumbled through her sweater.

It was my turn to be given pause. In this circumstance, there was no way for her to absolutely trust me with the power I would have over her… But she already knew that. I was pretty sure she just wanted to hear me say it. I nodded firmly. "Yes."

"You won't abandon me?" she asked, her face scrunching up as her tears began to flow freely. With real fear, she asked, "You won't… You won't leave me by the side of the road like some kind of…!"

"No, of course not!" I assured her, then winced. "I mean… We'll have to part ways eventually, at sunset, but… No, I won't… I won't just throw you away, or treat you like trash. I promise."

There was no guarantee. I could have been lying with the skill of a politician, for all she could know for sure. And yet, my words… The corners of her mouth turned up, her cheeks rose, and through her tears and fogged-up glasses she looked really, genuinely happy. Nervous as hell, but glowing with relief.

Maybe she just needed to hear it.

Her eyes turned up towards her forehead, and I checked too. My thumb was still there.

"Y-…" She paused, took another breath, and nodded. "Yes. Yes! Please. Please…"

I nodded back and lifted my hand. I felt my perverted world click back into its abnormal place as my commands took their previously stated effect. For a moment, I marveled at how I seemed to be gaining a little bit of true mastery over this power – after all, I'd just wielded my thumb like a magic wand, casting spells with my words. But whereas I was relieved and momentarily curious, Moondancer's reaction was far more extreme.

The change in mental perspective hit the mega-busty student like a bolt of lightning. She let out a howl of confused pleasure as her legs, which had been pulled up to cover her most intimate privates, twitched outward. In the same instant, her pussy shot out a squirt of her liquid lubrication with such force that it nearly reached the next table over.

I had a guess as to what was going on. Everything that was wrong and embarrassing about this situation had mostly disappeared, leaving only what was positive, tolerable, and arousing. Namely, getting her newly curvy body's virginity fucked out of her by a powerful stranger she now somewhat trusted, in front of all these ponies who couldn't do anything other than watch.

As I took a few slow steps around the table to her front, Moondancer groaned and spread her legs wider. "Please… ffffuhh… FUCK me… Fuck, fuck, fuck me…"

I was a little disturbed and… weirdly proud of myself. I couldn't help smiling a kind of evil smile at the sound of her begging for it. It went against some of my better instincts… but then again, none of this was exactly following my BEST instincts…

I stood in front of Moondancer now, between her outstretched legs, staring down at her puffy, winking lips. Trixie, her face red with embarrassment and arousal, looked back at me over her shoulder. "Had… Had enough for your conscience?"

My smile turned into a disgruntled frown. I was already past the point of retaliation; I didn't need any more of Trixie's teasing. I let out a little huff and growled, "Suck on Moon's right tit, Trixie. And move your hand."

Trixie barely hesitated. Her right hand moved away from her dripping snatch and moved up towards Moondancer's gigantic, sloshing, leaking breast. It took some doing to angle the nipple down to her level. While she was doing that, I knelt down. My left hand strayed towards the spot Trixie had vacated, and I pushed two fingers in. There was no resistance; my fingers practically glided in, instantly slick from Trixie's juices. She let out a quiet moan, and finally managed to latch onto Moondancer's dribbling nipple and gulp down whatever the bookworm had to offer.

Moondancer could only barely see the top of my head past the parting of her cleavage, but she could tell my face was right between her thighs. "Wha-What…? Are you gonna…? I thought…! Nngh!" Trixie's suckling interrupted her questioning.

I just marveled at the feast of jiggly flesh before me. Moondancer's thighs were thick and smooth and lovely, and I followed my instincts and gave them a kiss – one on her left inner thigh, and one on her right. She shuddered, and another squirt from her pussy drew a wet line across my neck. Her scent was musty and sweet.

Wasting no more time, I dove in and sucked at the top of her lips, tonguing her clit. She gasped and clenched her legs around me, smooshing my cheeks against her thighs. It was a heavenly sensation. I responded by diving down into full-on eating her out, scooping her fluids with my tongue and letting her unique flavor fill my mouth. It was hot and sticky like Trixie's had been, but Moondancer had a hint of… vanilla? No, more like melted vanilla ice cream. The flavor of cream soda. Something like that. It was weird, but made eating her out as delicious as the way she squirmed around my tongue.

I was starting to realize how much I enjoyed cunnilingus. At least when it came to mares. But putting aside the convenience of their fluids' taste being pleasantly sweet; the heat, the movement, the texture, and all the little signs of the female's pleasure… All of that was a confirmed turn-on. I resolved to make it a semi-regular part of my sexual activities.

A couple minutes after I'd started, I rapidly became aware of her approaching climax. Her legs flexed and her core trembled. Quickly, I pulled myself out from between her thighs, my shoulders pushing her legs up until her feet were hanging near my ears. Past her copiously leaking breasts, I could see her face – and her whole body at that – as she tried desperately to push herself past the point of no return, only to fail and slump, and she groaned in frustration and denied need.

I kept my hand reaching down to Trixie's pussy, lazily fingering around in it while the magician sucked on Moondancer's boob. Meanwhile, I unzipped with my other hand. The fact I'd gone so far with my clothes on was impressive to me.

It was a little finicky to fish my fully hard cock out of my pants, but I succeeded and lined it up over Moondancer's wet opening, resting my length on her mons. Not a hint of hair on any of these mares, either. Even a self-proclaimed student like Moondancer, who probably didn't worry about her appearance as much, had flawlessly smooth skin all over. It was simply and strangely erotic.

Vainly, I took a moment to admire the length and girth of my recently enhanced dick as the head of it rested on her lower stomach. What struck me then was the size comparison between me and her. My width was a little less than two inches, at my estimate – a significant thickness. It nearly touched both her thighs. Her pussy, while puffy and engorged and dripping and winking, didn't look all that much bigger. It almost seemed like a perfect fit.

I came to a realization. It really isn't me that's the weird one, I thought. All the other stallions really are oversized. Sure, the mares stretch out, and maybe that's more pleasurable for some, but it's not like I'm throwing a hotdog down a hallway anymore. I was big enough to provide friction. To provide pleasure. Everyone else was just going overboard.

Whether that was true or not, it put my secret concerns about intercourse to rest for now. I looked up at Moondancer's face, silently asking for permission one last time.

Once she caught my gaze, she nodded her head so vigorously that her thick-rimmed glasses went askew, tumbling up her forehead and dangling off her horn.

That was it, then. Nothing left. I pulled back, lined myself up, and gently pushed my way inside.

Both of us let out a moan as sensitive flesh met sensitive flesh. I only got the head inside before Moondancer's wet hole tightened around me, squeezing me and pulling me further in. Her hips lurched forward as she gasped out, groaning in confused pleasure. "Ungh… My… My vagina's… never done this before…"

I was a little thrown off by this sentence, but Trixie pulled her lips off Moondancer's tit and smirked. "Better than a dildo, right? Having a real dick down there gets the instincts going…" That was all she said before she was back to milking.

Oh right, I thought, like Daisy. Like every mare before. They had complete vaginal control, but even if they weren't that interested or experienced, their intimate spaces were still perfect cock-milkers purely by instinct. Moondancer was learning this for the first time, firsthand.

Her insides were hot, especially hot compared to some other mares I'd been with. I felt like steam should be rising between us. Her fluids stuck to me, her pussy clung at me – it was like once she had me she was never going to let go. I had intended to start slow as a courtesy to her, but her internal characteristics made that a necessity anyway.

That is, until I was all the way in. Until we had become accustomed to each other's feeling. Then I pulled back sharply and gave her a quick thrust, making her grunt in pleasure. I straightened out my stance and started pumping my hips, fucking her properly. Her juices practically splashed out around my dick, sticking to my shirt and running down my balls.

She couldn't do much in this missionary position, but she pushed back as much as she could. The total result was sending her unoccupied boob swaying and swinging, which was too much to resist. With my free hand, I pulled it towards me and leaned forward myself. It was just big enough that I could latch onto the thick nipple and suck away while still fucking her. Reaching Trixie's pussy with my left hand was a challenge, but somehow I managed.

There I was, then. Fucking Moondancer while sucking on her left tit and fingering Trixie, who was sucking on Moondancer's right tit.

Less than a minute after this orchestra of pleasure got underway, Moondancer's gasps quickened and her body trembled. Her pussy squeezed tightly around me and gushed, but I kept thrusting and sucking and fingering. I noticed her milk production hadn't surged, which meant she hadn't gotten a boobgasm, or wasn't capable of them… but I took that as a challenge.

"Oh, goddess, fu-hu-huuuck…" Moondancer whimpered, her head laid back on the table and her mouth hanging open. She had already cum once – was still cumming, really – but we were still stirring up her arousal to new heights.

In the precious moment I had between Moondancer's orgasms, I mentally focused on my left hand and Trixie. I wanted this to be as close as possible, so I quit stirring my fingers randomly in the magician's snatch and sought out her clit, giving it a few loving squeezes. Her quick moans into Moondancer's tit showed she liked that very much.

God, it was a challenge to make it all happen – fucking Moondancer faster and faster, lovingly sucking her breast and rubbing it with one hand, trying to finger Trixie to orgasm for the first time with my other hand – but I gave it my all. And before I knew it, a wave of tension from my toes to my eyes signaled my own impending orgasm. At the last moment, I sucked with all my might, went wild on Trixie's clit, and buried myself balls deep in Moondancer's pussy.

Everyone moaned and groaned, but the loudest and un-muffled was Moondancer, whose screams pierced the ears of everyone in the donut shop. Not long after her first gush, a second one stained my dick with fresh femcum. A moment or two after, Trixie did the same to my fingers, her slit squeezing my digits. And best of all, the milk from her breasts shot out in a fresh burst, her tits gaining just the slightest bit of tautness as sweet ambrosia leaked into our mouths. Just the thought of such victory sustained my pleasurable pulses of cum deep and long into Moondancer's womb.

It took us a long while to come down from that. We laid there, basking in each other's contact and bodies, covered in sweat and cum and milk, breathing heavily. Aftershocks of Moondancer's double orgasm stroked my cock, occasionally coaxing out an extra shot of semen from me. I absentmindedly played with Trixie's pussy, gently exploring her wet lips.

Who knows how much later, we finally came to our senses. It was Trixie who disengaged first, wiggling out of the reach of my fingers and parting from Moondancer's breast with a wet smacking sound. Her blue face was red and weary as she sat along the table and gave me a heady look. "Almost simultaneous," she murmured. "Good job."

Oh man, the smile on my face at that. I swallowed the last of Moondancer's milk in my mouth and let go of the nipple, and I brought my fingers up to suck the last of Trixie's sweet syrup off them. She let out a sharper exhale as she watched.

"Mmmmmn…" Moondancer moaned, her pussy squeezing me one last time. She blinked and rolled her head up like she was waking up from a dream. She was an absolute mess – her sweater pulled up to her chin, her giant breasts expressing milk in all directions, and her lower body just soaked to the bone. Missing her glasses, she just stared unfocused at me with a goofy grin on her face. "That was… Unnnh…"

Trixie glanced at the blissed-out expression on the student's face, then looked at me. "Fine," she said with a soft smile. "I'll admit it. You seem to know your way around mares. Your approach worked much better than mine."

Still smirking, I slowly pulled out of Moondancer. Trixie performed the courtesy of casting a cleaning spell on all of us, and I put my junk away. "Awesome," I replied, and put my fists on my hips to strike a mock heroic pose. "All that porn finally paid off!"

That got Trixie to giggle. Moondancer just groaned as she tried to pull herself up, and said, "Can you two stop… being witty until… the world stops spinning? Oooh…"

Trixie and I grabbed her hands and helped her get to a sitting position on the table. Her eyes immediately roamed over the rest of the dining area, at all of the ponies watching us. My eyes followed shortly after.

It was then that I realized how awkward it was for the rest of the room. Not that what we were doing was wrong or unwanted, but no one else knew quite how to react. Some were watching intently but looked away once we looked at them. Some seemed to be pretending to ignore us, but giving us glances out of the corners of their eyes. No one wanted to be caught looking, but they couldn't just NOT look either.

One stallion stiffly brought his hands together in a half-clap, and I rolled with it. "Sure, go for it," I announced to the room. "If you enjoyed it, clap."

I was taken by surprise by how quickly the room filled with applause. Now that the ponies had an idea of how to react, they went all-in. Instead of spontaneous public sex, we had become a spectacle, a show. And I guess we'd done a pretty good job.

Trixie took to the center aisle and bowed to each side of the room, her naked, heavy breasts swinging with each motion. "Thank you! Thank you! You've been a wonderful audience!"

I just smirked and rolled my eyes. Always the performer.

Moondancer, however, moved to cover her nipples and cross her legs, shrinking in the eyes of the public around her. "It… They…" She looked at me with mild panic. "What are they going to think of me? Are they… Am I…?"

"No, no, you're fine," I was quick to assure her with a gentle voice. "You're free to be as dressed as you want and have sex with whoever you want. No one's going to think you're a slut or a whore." And I was reasonably sure that because I'd just said it, it was true.

"Unless you want them to," Trixie quipped after taking her bows. She beckoned to us. "Come on, come on! You two as well."

I gave a quick little side-bow, and Moondancer just nodded at the gathered ponies before shrinking away and searching for her glasses and discarded pants.

Joe, taking a break from sucking his own horsedick, whistled from behind the counter. "Damn! Pascal, if I'd known you were gonna put on this much of a show, I would've made it more of an occasion!"

I waved back at him. "Sorry, Joe. Just kind of spur of the moment."

"Guess I can't blame ya, lovely ladies like that," Joe admitted with a big grin. "You planning on sticking around? Because–"

I shook my head and said, "No, we've got places to be today. Gotta take in Canterlot while we've got the chance." In reality, I was worried that doing too many sexy things in one location would result in diminishing returns. If I was going to continue to fight off the Normal, I needed to do something fresh and new. "We'll be heading out soon," I added.

"Dang. Well, you're always welcome!" Joe called out.

I turned back to my mares. Trixie was ready to go just by virtue of being her mostly naked self, and Moondancer had her discarded clothes in a bundle. "So… um, what now?" the bookworm asked.

That was an interesting question. "Well, first, we step outside." The three of us exited the building, which brought about another burst of applause out of nowhere.

Once the glass door closed behind us, Trixie burst out into blushing laughter. "That was… Oh my gosh! Trixie has never felt so…" She wriggled her ample hips. "…wanted! And YOU." She fixed her sultry gaze on me. "You… Haha, it's such a cliché, but you're HOT when you're mad. Really."

I rolled my eyes again. I still didn't like the idea of being played, but I had to admit she'd gotten me. "I suppose I should thank you for pushing me."

Trixie winked. "Just like you asked. And you're welcome."

"That was nice and all, I guess," Moondancer muttered, finally joining the conversation.

"Oh, that was amazing for you, don't lie," Trixie teased.

The blush on Moondancer's face deepened. "Oh, no no, I didn't mean to say – I mean, that was really, really good! But…"

"I know things are moving a bit fast," I said. "I'd love nothing more than to just spend the day lazing about, maybe in Trixie's hotel room, getting to know each other at our own pace." I shook my head sadly. "But that's just not on the itinerary."

Moondancer glanced nervously around at the other ponies on the street, suddenly self-conscious that she was bottomless save for her shoes, and mostly topless at that. Nopony was giving her more than a passing glance. She looked back at me and said, "What's the deal with that, anyway? I don't fully understand."

"Pascal's power is also his curse," Trixie explained before I could start. "Imagine a stallion with a cutie mark in being 'normal.' Now imagine that cutie mark grafted onto a human."

The explanation seemed to work for the ponies, because Moondancer's eyes very quickly widened and darted towards me. "That means you're…?!"

I let out a huff and nodded. "Yeah. I'm transforming as we speak. I could become the most normal, boring stallion in the world – and be happy about that – if I'm not careful."

"Oh my Celestia…" Moondancer breathed.

"Surprisingly heavy stuff for a couple of perverts, isn't it?" Trixie remarked.

Moondancer shook her head vigorously for a second and collected herself. "Wait wait wait. So how does that… translate to sexifying a bystanding donut shop?"

"It's not normal, is it?" I asked rhetorically. But I was getting wary of hanging out in front of the shop; we needed to move. "Hey, can we walk and talk? Maybe drop off some of Moondancer's things at, uh, Trixie's hotel room?"

"M-My place isn't that far," Moondancer muttered. "But yeah, we can…" She took a careless step forward, and her giant breasts wobbled dangerously, her nipples spraying fresh milk onto the cold stone. "Um… You know what…"

Her horn lit up with her pinkish magic, focused on her nipples. In a few seconds, the trickling slowed to a complete halt.

"There. Now I can… walk…" She took another hesitant, chest-wobbling step.

Trixie raised an eyebrow. "Not going to shrink them down?"

A sheepish, embarrassed smile appeared on Moondancer's face. "Uhm… I mean, I learned these spells for a reason, and…" She looked around at all the people not-watching, then back at her own enlarged breasts. "It's…"

"Say no more," I said. "You've got your kinks, too. But we should still get going. Care to lead the way?"

"Sure, yes, alright," Moondancer stuttered out, still blushing. She stepped in front and walked down the street, her soft, sloshing breasts leading the way for all of us.

"You sure you need that sweater?" Trixie asked, noticing how the ratty garment was still technically on her shoulders, back, and arms, even if it had no hope of covering up the front anymore.

"Erm… I'm fine until we get home, if that's okay."

Trixie and I agreed that we had no problem with that. Moondancer rounded a left corner, and we followed her away from the hotels and the shops and towards a more residential part of the area. The busty young mare was given a wide berth, and quite a few stares, by the pedestrians walking the other way. From behind, I appreciated Moondancer's bottomlessness, especially the way something trickled down the sides of her thighs every time we passed somepony.

To be honest, I had my own fair share of arousal too. Quite a few lovely, busty mares walked by our little group along the street. I had Trixie and Moondancer to stare at, but that didn't stop me from admiring (and briefly fantasizing about) every eligible body that I saw.

"Um, so, the normal thing! If that's what we're calling it," Moondancer said suddenly, looking forward and very deliberately not at us. "Why that donut shop? Why her – I mean, Trixie? Why me?"

Back in reality, I counted off her questions on my fingers as I answered them. "It was a reputable place with plenty of ponies in it, which means more ponies would SEE and ACCEPT the changes we made." I pointed at Trixie with two fingers out. "Trixie knows a thing or two about handling immense power–"

"Not all the right things," Trixie pointed out dourly.

"–she understands the temptations, AND she's more confident sexually, and in public, than I am." Then I pointed three fingers at Moondancer's back. "And YOU… YOU asked."

"Right," Moondancer mumbled quietly, as though the fact had escaped her momentarily.

I sighed. "You can still walk away. Not gonna hold you here if you don't wanna–"

"I'm staying, I'm staying," Moondancer insisted, turning around and stopping in front of us. "I just… I need to understand. Why are you mind-controlling ponies, sexualizing our culture one building at a time… and trying to pass it off as a good thing? If it's in self-defense, why haven't you found another way?"

At that, I had to scoff and throw up my hands. "Because this issue is a fucking hour and a half old. I've been flailing non-stop just to stay alive. You think I've had time to come up with another plan? You think I haven't tried, despite that?!"

"Calm down, you two," Trixie warned us casually. "We're naked and beautiful, and somehow THIS is what's going to cause a scene."

Moondancer paused as Trixie wished, but didn't look any less severe. "But where does it end? Do you want to turn all of Equestria into a giant orgy?"

There it was, the hard question. As honestly as I could, I answered, "…No. But anything less might not be enough."

"Hopefully, it doesn't come to that," Trixie was quick to add. "It all depends on the meeting with Princess Celestia at sunset, right? She might be able to provide a third option."

I looked up between the ornate buildings at one of the highest towers of Canterlot's castle. I didn't know if it was the Princess's quarters, but it made a good enough focal point. "At the VERY least… At the very least, she'll provide some answers. There are only two ponies in the world that can tell me why ponies hate humans, or what humans did to ponies… But she's not going to tell me until sunset."

Moondancer looked momentarily confused. "Can't you just…"

"She's BLOCKING me," I said tersely. "Running out the clock. So I can't just 'walk in' with this power. It's a powerful cutie mark ability, but it can't override other cutie marks. Like that of the guard she ordered to keep me 'detained.'"

"…What did you do to him?" Moondancer asked a little fearfully.

"Oh, nothing much," Trixie replied with a smirk, and I cringed in advance. "Just asked him and his squad to help out by masturbating into the station square for five hours."

I facepalmed. Moondancer processed this, eventually failed to find outrage, and just stared at me. Eventually, she said, "You're a menace. Empirically, factually, by definition… you're a menace to society. Our society."

Trixie's brow furrowed, but she glanced at me and said, "She's got you there."

"Nah, I wasn't exactly going to dispute that…" I admitted.

Shrugging off the accusation didn't help Moondancer's mood. "You… You must have some moral objection to what you're doing, right?"

"A little."

"Then why don't you… Why don't you…"

She trailed off, but her question hung in the air, and it was pretty obvious what she was implying. In essence: 'Why don't I just roll over and die, to protect everyone else?'

Trixie glared at her. "That's an unfair question to ask anypony, human or not. Are you actually trying to convince him to–"

"Er, no!" Moondancer turned towards me. "I know the answer is 'no.' I've accepted that. But I need to know WHY."

I opened my mouth to speak. "The… It…" I sighed and looked away. "The reason…"

I thought about everything that had happened over the past three weeks. The teleportation, the injury, the recovery, the poking and prodding, the awkwardness of trying to fit in, the shunning, the hatred, the fitful nights spent shamefully jacking off, and finally the night of the mob… But then I remembered the last three days, and all the extremely good things that had happened to me, and all the friends I'd made. I thought of what I'd done to them, and what they deserved.

"The truth is, the option's not off the table," I said at last. I gave Moondancer a hard look. "But if there's one thing I need, one thing I deserve, it's answers. The truth about humans. I came all this way to get that, and I'm not shuffling off this pony world until I get 'em. So until I get to see her after sunset…" I tossed a hand up dismissively. "Fuck it."

Moondancer's eyes narrowed. "'Fuck' your morals? 'Fuck' the consequences?"

"No." In this, I was resolute. I already knew what I meant. "I mean 'fuck' the circular argument I've been running in my head for three days straight. I know exactly where my morals and temptations are now. I know exactly HOW I'm going to do this." I looked at Trixie, then Moondancer. "And it's not full slavemaster, nor is it gonna be fully the right thing. Just… my way. With confidence. And I know – that's a dangerous assumption to make when you have nigh-absolute power, but… if I don't make it, I'll die before I get my answers." I took a deep breath and let it out, exiling some of my pent-up tension. "So fuck it. Just a little bit. Then, at sunset, I'll tackle the question."

As the words left my mouth, I realized that this wasn't really a justification. This didn't absolve me of my morality. This was me snapping under the stress and the weight of my decision. But I couldn't really blame myself for it.

Moondancer's head shifted side to side slightly, as if she was weighing a decision. Then, finally, she let out a heavy breath to match mine. "Okay," she said.

"Okay?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I don't believe you're as evil as I thought," she explained slowly. "You have the capacity for good, and it's not a fluke. I don't… I won't stand here and blindly tell you that any choice you make will be the right one, but… At least, if you end up throwing our world down the gutter, you'll think about it first."

I chuckled at that. "Oh man, will I."

"You won't be able to get him to stop," Trixie said sarcastically.

Moondancer stepped towards me and took my hands in hers, and looked me in the eye. "For what it's worth, thank you. For respecting my consent… and my opinion."

Trixie put a hand to her chin. "You've been very argumentative for someone under his power. Pascal, did you forget to turn it back on for her?"

"No, I'm still… still rationalizing," Moondancer said, a little sadly. "But…"

"I primed you well enough," I cut in. "You know enough to comment on it. And really, what I've discovered is that if you don't like what I'm doing, that just means you tolerate it, not go 100% along with it. You can still sort of dislike it, or what I'm about to do…"

Moondancer nodded slowly. "On the flipside, I'm also coming up with reasons why I should just deal with it if the worst happens," she muttered, then stepped back. "Alright. All things being equal… Consider me back on board."

I couldn't prevent another sigh leaving my lips. "Finally." I rubbed the back of my neck – I could feel another buzzing sensation crawling up my spine. "The sooner we get back to something sexy, the better."

"Already?" our new nerdy companion asked in surprise.

"I told you this was sudden, and fast."

Trixie stepped to my side. "How about you go get your things taken care of, Moony, and WE'LL deal with the immediate problem of sex?"

"I… You sure?"

"We've been playing this by ear all day, so… sure," I said. "Then we'll figure out where to go next."

Moondancer stared at us for a second, blushing at the implications of what we were about to do, and then nodded. "Okay. Um, it's all the way down to the end, then at the next corner on your right on the other side. I'll be there if you need me."

And with that, she turned and headed down the sidewalk alone.

Trixie watched her bottomless ass bounce away. "You went a long way for her. I'm a little jealous."

I turned towards the lovely magician and placed my hands on her waist, pulling her body against mine. "Sorry," I said sincerely. "Didn't mean to deprive you of attention."

Trixie pressed into me but still watched Moondancer's retreating form. "Mm. It's a little more than that."

I had an idea of what it was. "I never really asked for your permission, sans power, did I?" I started to raise my hand towards her head. "Do you want me to…?"

But Trixie grabbed my wrist. "Don't. We've had quite enough of you putting yourself at risk." She put my hand back on her waist and leaned into me, pressing her breasts into my chest, and resting her head in the crook of my neck. Her pointed hat covered up part of my face. "You… You and your stupid bleeding heart."

I smiled. Our position naturally progressed into a hug, and we rocked gently back and forth.

"Besides…" she went on, "I'm fairly certain I wouldn't pass this up with a clear mind, anyway."

"You sure?"

"That's what I just said, wasn't it?"

"Okay."

We stayed together for about a minute, just enjoying a moment of quiet in each other's embrace. In all the chaos and arguing and consideration of heavy issues, I guess we'd both needed it.

"That's part of the problem," Trixie said with a sigh. "After all this time, I'm still a very shallow pony. Even if she's kinky in her own way, her moral compass is strong."

I nodded. "To be fair… she's the only person for miles who's full-on resisted me. That's a high bar to match." I rubbed her bare back, across one of her shoulder blades. "But hey. You're an awesome pony. And don't let me or anyone else convince you otherwise."

Trixie didn't answer, but from the contented hum I heard, I thought I'd made her smile a little bit.

Gradually, we parted. "Changing tracks, ahem," Trixie said, "what was all that business back there with the 'My voice is inside your mind' talk?"

"Ah, that." I smirked. "An experiment."

"Mind letting me in on it?" Trixie asked coyly, smirking back. "That was my mind you just fucked, after all."

"I wouldn't say that," I calmly denied. "I'm not into brainwashing, per se. That was more of a… brain massage."

"A gentle mindfuck, then. Still, what was it?"

I stopped to consider if I was really ready to make this case, but it was an exciting prospect if it was true. "I think this power… makes me really good at hypnosis."

Trixie's expression became interested… then intrigued… then rather shocked and attentive as it dawned on her. "Oh, wow. It really could."

"There's a lot of trust involved in this ability," I pointed out. "Even if I say something wrong, somepony assumes I have a good reason to say it."

"You bypass a good portion of the critical factor of the mind…" Trixie murmured. "Giving you better access to the subconscious…"

"You know about hypnosis?"

"I'm a stage magician. Not that far removed from a stage hypnotist. I know a handful, here and there. How do YOU know about hypnosis?"

"I've… dabbled."

"Erotic hypnosis?"

"Erm."

"Hahahaaa! Got it in one!"

I was red in the face. "Alright, alright. But I've done enough serious research, tried putting myself in trance a couple of times. The key thing is, you can't actually be forced to do something you don't really want, right? The person's brain always has the ability to abort; they're just trusting the hypnotist to put them in a nice, deep trance and… well, do something they enjoy."

"And with you, there's already a large amount of trust," Trixie finished. "So was that the trick? You putting me in a state where you could 'command' my subconscious?"

"Or at least convincing you I was already there," I confirmed. "Did it work? Could you really not move your hand away?"

Trixie thought about it. "Well… I believed I couldn't… Or just couldn't summon up a reason to move it… Which, if we're talking about hypnosis, is basically the same as being unable, right?"

"In theory," I replied, getting a little excited now. "Oh man, if this is actually a thing… Ah, but we'll need more testing."

"Want to try putting me under, for real?" Trixie asked without missing a beat.

I went a little more red at the thought of this nubile, naked, busty magician – whose body was currently pressed up against me – in a blissful state of trance. "Um… Maybe in a more comfortable setting. For now, it's something in the toolbox."

Trixie looked mildly disappointed. "Can't argue with that, I suppose. So what shall we do about your need for sex?"

I shrugged. "If we're just waiting for Moondancer… Let's just keep it simple. A titfuck, maybe?"

"Coming right up… Master," she said, putting a sultry emphasis on the last word as she lowered to her knees. It got me acting sheepish in a hurry. It was official: Referring to her 'enslavement' was now her way of teasing me. I couldn't believe it had gotten to this point.

But just as she had set a cushion down and started unbuttoning my pants, we heard a shout down the street. A mare's voice, shouting.

"Was that…?" Trixie asked.

It sounded a little bit like Moondancer shouting our names at the top of her lungs.

I grimaced. "Shit, it might be."

Without another word or argument, we both abandoned our task and quickly headed down the street. As we got within a block of the T-junction ahead, the shouting became clearer:

"PASCAAAAAL! TRIXIIIEEEEE?"

We broke into a sprint – I wasn't at all distracted by how Trixie's boobies bounced, honest – and crossed the street to the right. Near the end of the next block, knelt down, her beige boobs overflowing her lap and positively gushing milk into a nearby gutter, was Moondancer.

"We're here, Moony," Trixie assured her as we closed in, so that she could stop shouting.

"Sorry," she apologized automatically, her eyes puffy, almost at the point of tears. "I was almost there, and then my… my breasts got really tight and full, and then it all just started coming out, and… and it hasn't stopped. I feel so full still."

I looked to her tits, which looked a little bigger and a LOT more firm, impotently spraying their white contents onto the street, then looked back to the mare that owned them. "You, uh… Clamped them before, right? Maybe they backed up?"

"It's never happened before…" the student mumbled. She looked truly uncomfortable. "I don't use the lactation spell often, but it's never, ever gotten this bad."

"Hmm. Haven't ever heard of a milky mare getting backed up," Trixie observed, kneeling down and assessing the situation. "Buuut… An enhancement spell, a quick-start lac' spell, a fresh tit-orgasm, and then you try to stop it? Yeah, I think that might add up."

It was then I noticed that Moondancer's horn was fully lit, and there were depressions forming in the surface of the skin of her boobs, moving outward from her chest in milking motions. "I've been trying to get it out myself, but it doesn't seem to be working…"

I sighed. "No, this is really something that's easier with assistance." I walked around to Moondancer's right side and knelt down. "Trixie?"

"Got it." Trixie knelt down on the left side. We each grabbed a mighty tit – each one about the size of a beach ball – and used both our hands… basically our entire arms to stroke them from the base to the tip. The flow of milk increased to a steady stream as we squeezed it down, then slowed down to a trickle. Then we started the process again, and more milk came rushing out.

"Oooooooh my Luna…" Moondancer gasped, her face sweaty and her glasses fogging up again. "That's… so much better…"

A few strokes in, and we'd barely made a dent in how full these things felt. We were all in for the long haul. As Trixie and I started to establish a synchronized pattern, I said between strokes, "So… When you said… 'Leave you by the side of the road'… I didn't realize… you meant… literally."

"Eheh…" Moondancer chuckled weakly. She took off her glasses and cleaned them with a part of her bunched-up sweater, still stifling moans with every stroke. "You, uh… haven't… disappointed. Ah…!" Her hands drifted beneath her massive bosom towards the obvious spot as she spread her knees a bit.

Trixie was also starting to get a bit worked up. "This is kind of your fetish, isn't it Pascal…?" she asked in a slightly distracted way.

"Yeah, not too bad, right?" I replied with a grin.

"You really like THIS?" Moondancer said incredulously. "A mare so big and full that she's practically immobile…? You like helpless mares?"

"You're still really quick to accuse," Trixie pointed out.

"Sorry."

I thought about it as we kept milking her. "Well… I guess the appeal of a 'helpless'-level fetish is not… y'know, 'Ha ha she's powerless,' but… 'That makes me want to help out,' y'know? Like… If you had tits this big full-time… I'd do anything to help. I'd help with all your chores, drain these every day… All that…" A little drunk off the fantasy, I pressed my face into the tops of her breasts and I slid down them with my arms. "…to justify one session of playing with these impossible, perfect tits."

"…Wow."

I pulled my head back up, smiling with a little embarrassment. "That's how the fantasy works, anyway. In reality… I wouldn't want you to be stuck with this full-time, if you could help it. Doesn't stop me from imagining the scenario, though."

A lull in the conversation passed as we continued milking, but I was getting tired. So was Trixie. Moondancer agreed to let us take a break since we had made significant progress. The area where the street met the sidewalk was flowing over with milk, most of it going into the drain grate. How many gallons we'd milked out of her, I couldn't say. More than the volume they could possibly contain even if they were hollow, that's for sure.

We all sat on the edge of the sidewalk, side by side. As I shook my arms out, I was struck with an idea. "What are your fetishes? Might as well ask."

Trixie squirmed and looked genuinely bashful for possibly the first time I'd seen today. "Well, you know me, I'm getting off on the whole exhibitionist thing… But if I have one little guilty fantasy, it's… Well, the idea of making stallions get uncontrollably hard."

"Ah," I said with a grin, "that's right, you ponies have total control down there."

"That's kind of why I like you," Trixie admitted. "It's easy to see the outline when you're getting appreciative. But a full-grown stallion, uhn… I kinda want to see them bursting out of those pouches, trying in vain to rein in those massive erections… And to know it's all because of me." She patted the beige breast in front of her and looked to Moondancer. "That's one of my secret kinks. How about you?"

"W-Well, I already told you about the 'free use' one…" the milky mare mumbled.

"Anything else?"

"Well… Um… I guess… When the changelings attacked Canterlot, and the rumors went around about them… I guess I liked the idea of being the queen. Or rather… having a bunch of male drones I can just command to… to…"

Trixie grinned. "Fuck you?"

"YES," Moondancer replied a little too forcefully. "Just… Have them take me while I'm sitting on the throne, or doing literally anything else. Some situation where I ignore them otherwise, because they're just tools. Just cocks. Just… mindless, brainless, emotionless… fucking for pleasure!" She looked ready to recede her head into her own shoulders after that outburst, but she'd forced it out bravely like a trooper.

Trixie looked proud of bringing the reclusive, upstanding student further out of her shell. Meanwhile, I found myself latching onto that last particular phrase.

"Mindless, emotionless sex…" I echoed, starting to grin. "Wow. I am TERRIBLE at that!" And then I just started laughing. Guffawing harder and harder, louder and louder.

"Oh gods, you are!" Trixie realized, bursting into giggles. "It's always 'meaning' this and 'purpose' that!"

Moondancer started to chuckle. "You… You gave me that whole spiel!" Her laughter got stronger, sending rapid ripples across her bountiful chest. "'Sex is adventure! Sex is exploration! Sex is X, Y, and Z!'"

I put my hands over my eyes and dragged them downwards. "Fuck! I am the WORST at just plain FUCKING!"

The three of us could not stop laughing for a solid couple of minutes. Just laughing our asses off at my expense. But I found it just as absurd as they did! They didn't even know the half of it! How many heartfelt conversations had I had amidst titfucks? How many 'friends' had I made after a round of sex to break the ice? Jesus Fucking Christ, I was a hopeless romantic in the guise of a horny pervert! And the worst part was, after three days of nonstop sex… it was still happening! I couldn't stop!

Moondancer was the first to start calming down and catching her breath, shortly followed by Trixie, then me. The mares had probably had plenty to laugh about to – after our arguments, all that tension… A good laugh at me and ourselves was exactly what we all needed.

When I could finally take a breath without giggling it back out again, I rubbed the side of Moondancer's big, milky breast and looked at the others with a dopey smile. "What are we even doin', huh? Let's just… head out, enjoy the day, and go wild. We'll deal with the heavy stuff later. Let's use this power to have some fun."

"Safe fun," Trixie added. "Without hurting anyone or ruining lives. That's your way, right?" I nodded proudly.

Moondancer smiled back, though she still looked nervous. "And maybe… we can help people, too?"

"Sure, through the magical power of sex in a slightly repressed world," I said, just a little sarcastically.

"You know what I mean," the bookworm said. "If the opportunity arises to really make a difference…"

"We'll take it," I agreed. "Now…" After an awkward silence, I added, "What… do we do next?"

That got another round of light chuckling from the group. "I guess I have to ask since I'm the new one," Moondancer remarked. "What's your goal? What do you want to accomplish?"

"So far, it's just been 'big sexual changes,'" Trixie reported.

I jumped in with my ideas. "What I'd like to do is… Well, I mean, we're in Canterlot. This is THE place to be. Lots of trendsetters and celebrities and nobility. Lots of big events. I'd rather hit any or all of those instead of just walking around zapping random places."

"Say…" Trixie thought aloud, "there's supposed to be a big fashion show coming up, right?"

"I think that's at the beginning of next week," Moondancer replied. "But I don't know, there might be a few of those people around…"

I chuckled. "I think you're gonna have to be our Canterlot tour guide. Sorry."

"Well, I've lived here most of my life, but… I've been kind of a loner, so I don't know how helpful I'll be."

"Hey, you get to explore the city with us, then!" I said encouragingly. "So, anything else? Maybe… are the Wonderbolts in town?"

"Their training center is a ways away from here," Trixie pointed out.

"No, I mean the stadium. There's a stadium in Canterlot, right?"

Moondancer nodded very slowly. "Yeah… And… If I recall, they do event there once every… three weekends, during the season? This… MIGHT be one of them…"

"Awesome." I clenched a fist excitedly. "We might get the Wonderbolts." Internally, I added 'Rainbow Dash is going to kill me.'

"And as for the nobility… Well, they're always doing something. You can't throw a stone in the Noble Quarter without running into a garden party or a benefit party or something… That's probably the easy part."

I counted on my fingers. "Wonderbolts, fashion, nobility… If we spend a little more than an hour with each of them… That's enough time. We get to sunset."

"That's not counting travel time," Trixie muttered, suddenly coming to grips with the flaw in our plan. "How are we going to get to all of those places without stopping for sex every 15 minutes? We'll need a cab or something." She glanced at me. "Speaking of, how are you doing?"

I laughed. "Oh, don't worry." I pointed at the milk on the curb lapping against the heels of my shoes. "This, right here? Nowhere NEAR normal."

Moondancer got sheepish at my remark, then said, "Well, as far as transportation goes…" Then her horn lit up, and fired a burst of burning light into the air, a stark orange against the sunny blue Spring sky that rose over the rooftops. It formed a symbol – some kind of wing within a wheel?

"What's that?" I dumbly asked.

"There's a sky chariot service in town," Moondancer explained. "That's their call signal. I've never used them before, but I've always wanted to. You can rent them all day, and… Um, you can take care of the bill, right? They're kind of expensive."

I grinned back. "Oh, don't worry. That's exactly what we needed."

"Happy to help, I guess…"

I stood up to stretch my legs, and looked back at my two partners in crime. "Yeah, this'll work out just fine. A shoulder devil, and a shoulder angel," I quipped, glancing at Trixie and Moondancer respectively.

"A sexy devil…?" Trixie pondered.

"Absolutely."

"No objections."

As we were about to share another laugh, Moondancer suddenly leaned forward in discomfort, and we heard the 'plip plip' of more droplets joining its brethren on the street. "Oh gosh! Here we go again! It'll take them a while to show up anyway…! Make sure to drain them all the way!"

Trixie and I rushed back into position at the side of each tit, and resumed our full bear-hug milking routine while Moondancer moaned out in embarrassed relief. Given the situation, and everything that had happened in the last half-hour, I could not think of a more entertaining way to pass the time.