I was soon getting really, really hot under the collar from the milking. At first, the worry for Moondancer's well-being had stopped anything more than academic appreciation of this fetishistic situation from coming to mind. But as the contact with Moondancer's big, milky breasts continued, the more I got into said fetishistic situation, and the more stiff and sweaty I became. And the flow never seemed to end.

A couple of times, I dipped my head towards the front of her boob to take a sip from the chaotic stream of delicious milk. More than a sip, really. I had to struggle to pull myself back up and resume working.

After a few minutes of intense, rigorous squeezing, the gushing of milk finally slowed to a trickle of drops. Moondancer let out a gasp. "Okay, stop, stop…!" Her speech was ragged and breathy. She was gulping for air. There was no doubt in my mind or Trixie's that she'd been fingering herself underneath her bulging, sensitive bosom. The only question was how many times she'd gotten off.

I desperately wanted to keep my hands on Moondancer's pale, supple skin, but I decided to be respectful and pulled away. I was deeply uncomfortable in my pants, but for the moment I persevered. "Are you… okay now?"

Trixie massaged her upper arms, breathing just as hard as the rest of us. "That was a LOT of work. I have more respect for mothers now."

"They don't usually overproduce through magic," Moondancer pointed out, then reached out over her breasts. "Help me up, please…"

We helped her get onto her shaking legs. At our feet, along the edge of the curb, was a miniature river of pearly white milk, slowly draining into a sewer grate at the end of the block. The section of polished stone street in front of us looked like it'd been pouring rain for the past hour, just in that spot. It was impressive how much those mammaries could produce.

My aura of 'normal' prevented us from drawing a crowd, but we did have a couple of concerned observers passing by on either side of the street, looking questioningly at us to see if any assistance was needed. Which I supposed made enough sense; if I saw someone on the side of the road violently spewing fluids, even sexual fluids, I'd wonder if someone needed to call an ambulance. Thankfully, Trixie and I had given the impression that we had things under control.

Moondancer straightened herself, wiped herself down slightly, then turned to face towards her house on the other side of the street. "I'm gonna go," she announced haltingly. "Going to shower, change, look up how to cancel the lactation spell… and I'll be right back." And she marched across the street, trying very hard to ignore the looks she was probably getting as her dripping tits wobbled with each step.

Trixie and I watched her leave and noticed the house she was heading towards. It was a humble little cottage sandwiched under the archway between two fancy-looking apartment buildings. The yard was half-overgrown and half-mowed, as though someone was just now getting around to taking care of it. Same with the house itself, almost dilapidated in places, but with some fresh paint here, a brand new window there. It told the story of someone finally getting their life together.

I looked back at Trixie, who I just noticed looked just as red and sweaty as I was. Before I could react, she practically jumped me, slamming her body into mine, her lips into mine, shoving her tongue into my mouth and rubbing up against me with everything she had.

She pulled away, her muzzle still touching my nose. "Forget the titfuck," she ordered. "Fuck me."

In a low, throaty voice, I growled, "Yes, MA'AM."

I helped spin Trixie around so fast she nearly fell over. She caught herself on the pole of a streetlamp, then decided it was good enough and bent at the waist, flicking her tail aside to let me see everything. Her pussy lips peeled apart on their own, inviting me into her dripping wet passage.

By the time I was capable of rational thought again, my pants were already down around my ankles and I was lining up my dick. The next instant, we both thrust – myself forward, her backward. Our hips smacked painfully in the middle, burying my length inside her in one slick motion.

We both gasped out and moaned in relief. We'd both needed this. We started fucking in earnest.

I lost myself in the frenzied thrusting so eagerly and so immediately that part of me – the self-hating part of me that reared its ugly head at the worst possible moments – worried that I was taking too much, that I wasn't actually pleasing Trixie with this, that I was already ignoring her desires and focusing solely on myself.

Trixie gasps and moans and 'Oh yes'es put that all to rest.

Still, I thought through the lusty animalistic haze, perhaps that instinct has a point in that I could be doing more. Not that dick-in-vagina wasn't pleasure enough – it was fantastic, and Trixie seemed to think the same – but something about these ponies in general was inspiring me to go above and beyond. Maybe it was their bodies, Trixie in particular with her luscious and toned curves, already promising so much pleasure-taking that I wanted to return the pleasure-giving in kind.

I was already trembling with each thrust, so I could just barely think of a single idea. I bent over, assuming a dominant, possessive stance as I fucked her. I reached around with my right arm, crossing over her hanging, swinging, deliciously round bust, and roughly squeezed her left nipple.

"Aah! Oh YES!" she immediately cried out.

Then with my left hand, I looped around her left thigh and massaged her mons, toying with the upper edge of her labial lips. I could feel through her skin the slight shifting of muscle as her pussy writhed around my cock. Daring to go further, I gently dug in my finger until I found her clit and rubbed it in a circular fashion, only pausing in my desperate thrusting for a second before I found my rhythm again.

Trixie's squeaks and gasps of pleasure gave way to a nearly continuous moan as I fucked her, fondled her, and toyed with her all at once. It brought a triumphant smile to my face, though it faded quickly as the pressure within me mounted.

The sensual blue magician's legs shuddered, and her backward thrusts lost their tempo. "Yes, yes, YES, YES, Pascaaaaaaaaaaaalll…!"

I couldn't help getting into the spirit of things, moving my hands to her hips. "Angh, rgh, Trixiiiiiiiiieeeee…!"

With a combined, final grunt, we came in succession, Trixie right before me. We continued to vocalize our pleasure as our bodies sent waves of ecstasy through us, with me dumping another load into Trixie and the showmare eagerly accepting it.

I was distantly aware of a large shadow passing quickly over us, then the sound of wheels rolling on the street, but it was hardly my present concern.

As soon as I was done, I slumped, trusting a portion of my weight to Trixie's back. This orgasm had sapped me, left me tired and drained. But also wholly relieved. A great frustration had been slowly building in me since we left the donut shop, and my entire body was glad to exorcise it. Judging from the satisfied sigh from Trixie, she seemed to feel similarly. We were almost becoming in tune, her and I.

Slowly, Trixie straightened up, and I lifted off her to give her some room, though I was still embedded within her. She rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms. "Mmmm… You certainly do work hard, don't you?"

"I'm starting from a disadvantage," I pointed out. "So I gotta work hard."

"I don't know about that…" Trixie rubbed along her crotch and down the length of my dick that was exposed. "You're getting me hooked on taking your load… The way it tingles inside makes me–"

"What." My tone was harsh and my eyes were wide.

Trixie chuckled, not quite understanding my concern. "Mmhmm. Gave me a pleasant buzz after you shot down my throat, too. I've been meaning to see if that was a fluke, or…" She turned her head to look back at me, but stopped three-quarters of the way and became concerned. "Um. Uh-oh."

I wanted her to go back and clarify those statements, because it was cause for alarm if it meant what I thought it meant. But I looked at what had Trixie troubled. The sky-chariot that Moondancer had called, a full fancy-looking carriage with some kind of red and gold color scheme, had landed in the street. There were two pegasus drivers at the forward handle, one older gentleman and one young buck… and there were also four pegasus royal guards with spears flanking them.

"Oh hell," I muttered. "One thing at a time." With a sharp and dramatic pull, I yanked my softening dick out of Trixie's snatch – causing her to yelp in surprise – and turned towards the guards, hands on my hips, my dripping dick hanging out for everypony to see. "What. Seems. To be the problem? Officers?" I was quite mad.

Two guards approached Trixie and me, while two of the guards stayed back with the chariot drivers. The closest one to me, looking a bit more decorated than the ones I'd seen so far, kept his stoic guardspony glare leveled at me and declared, "According to your arrangement with Lieutenant Rook, we cannot allow you to use this service."

Trixie composed herself and stood at my side, doing her best to look imposing even in her nakedness (and with a surprising amount of success). I noticed a few of the pegasi present blushing or trying not to look at the nude magician, but the two in front of me were perfectly unphased.

I scowled and drummed the fingers of my right hand on my hip. I needed this sky chariot, but the Normal was acting weird again. I had to find out the twisted logic in play and twist it back into something more useful. "Okay. Explain."

"The lieutenant's orders were to keep you in custody until sunset," the guardspony declared. "The two of you agreed that you were free to see the city so long as you were kept under surveillance. And that he did what was… necessary… to ensure your healthy arrival." With a shake of his head, he continued, "But… having access to a chariot gives you the opportunity to escape, or…"

I broke out into laughter. This was ridiculous! "Excuse me? No. There is a zero-percent chance I'm going to fly the coop."

There were a couple of groans at that, from one of the drivers and a stifled one from one of the younger-sounding guards in the back.

"No pun intended, I swear," I said with a smile before getting serious again. "I NEED to see Celestia. I'd really, really… REALLY rather see her sooner than later… but this is where we're at. I am NOT skipping town. I just need this thing to see more of the city before my 'time' runs out."

The leader shook his head again. "You could also attempt to storm the palace and see the Princess earlier than she intends. There are too many risks."

Ah. So this was about eliminating risks, was it?

A plan came together, and my devilish smirk returned. "Okay. I get it. Can't go… unsupervised…" I folded my arms and pointed towards the pegasus drivers. "How about… those two get the day off, and two GUARDS drive for us? Be our chauffeurs? That way, you always have someone who knows where we are, and you can still keep an eye on us."

The younger pegasus driver looked confused. "Um, can we do that? This is company property…"

The older, gray-maned gentlecolt had a bit more of a cavalier attitude about it. "It'd be out of our hands. The only question is whether we'd still get paid."

"Yeah, sure!" I called out to them past the guards. "Just tell your bosses the HUMAN said to give you a bonus for handling this… delicate situation." The drivers seemed to like that idea.

The guard in front of me furrowed his brow and thought about it for a long, long, looooong moment. I guessed I was constantly putting these guys in a weird position, what with me being somewhere between a persona non grata and a VIP.

"Fine," he finally said. "That will suffice. It will take some time to check the duty rosters and assign two free–"

"Oh, no need," I cut in, devoid of patience at this point. "Just two of you guys. In fact, THOSE two guys." And I pointed at the two royal guards hanging back, the ones who didn't look as serious or high-rank. They snapped to attention immediately.

"…Very well." The gaurd in front of me turned around with military grace, then approached the two new drivers. Looking to one then the other, he said, "Guardsponies. Celestia is counting on you. Do NOT lose him."

They saluted and replied in unison: "Sir, yes sir!"

Without another word, the commanding guard and his remaining squaddie took to the sky. The company pegasi stepped out from the pull-bar (or whatever it was), the older one muttering something to the effect of, "Let's see if we get paid," before he and his coworker flew up and away as well.

Which left Trixie and I with our two new guard companions, courtesy of my watchers' twisted paranoia.

I let out a deep sigh and placed two fingers on my temple. Trixie glanced over at me and said, "Power aside, the fact you can order the royal guard around is kind of incredible on its own."

"Incredible, or scary?" I muttered.

"Hmm. You're right, that's a better word."

With another sigh, I stepped up to the two white pegasi, who stood a little straighter and put on their best royal guard stoicism. "Well," I said, "we're still waiting for one more, so in the meantime how about we all get to know each other? I'm Pascal, Equestria's one and only human. That's The Great and Powerful Trixie. Who are you two?"

The one on my left went first and saluted. Now that I was up close, I could see some very tiny differences between the almost-identical guardsponies. The guard on the left had a slightly leaner build than expected and looked a lot younger in the face (as much as I could judge their anthropomorphic horse-faces). When he spoke, his voice was a little higher-pitched as well. Between the two, he was obviously the youngest. "Crosswind, sir!"

The guard on my right did not salute, probably because I wasn't in any way a superior officer. He had a more typical muscular build for a guard, stood an inch taller than his subordinate, and had a ghost of a mustache forming on his upper lip. When he answered, he looked straight ahead and not at me. "Will."

I was surprised, and raised my brow. "Will," I echoed flatly. I hadn't been expecting a pony to have a human-sounding name.

The corporal's composure broke for just a second, his eyes glancing down and to the side. "Short for 'Williwaw.'"

"Ahhhhh." With that settled, I stepped around the carriage to check on Moondancer's front door. I didn't see her coming back or in the windows, so she was probably still cleaning up. We would have to wait a while longer.

Trixie approached the guards a little cautiously and said, "So, what do you know about Pascal going into this?"

"Uh, not… much, really," Crosswind said awkwardly. "Just… what we saw when we flew in."

"He's a deviant," Williwaw said with only a hint of hesitation. "That everypony is tolerating, apparently."

Good, I thought. If they didn't explicitly know about the power, then there was no need to debate the ethics of the Normal with yet another addition to the group. I returned to the guards and asked a question I felt was rather important: "Either of you two have significant others?"

There was a moment's pause. This wasn't a question a guard was usually asked. Then Williwaw said, "I'm married. I have a wife."

Crosswind, meanwhile, went wide-eyed and tried to look anywhere other than at another living being. "Um, no, not- no. I… no. Not really, no, sorry. I mean… not… yet…"

I was more than a little confused. "You, uh, wanna clarify?"

"Do I have to?" Crosswind whined.

Out of nowhere, Williwaw smacked Crosswind's chest with the back of his hand. "Shape up, recruit! You're a Royal Guard. Have some backbone!" He returned to his soldier's stance and glanced at me. "Besides, your answer will probably determine whether he involves us in his shenanigans."

"Pretty much," I couldn't help but agree, though I was glad to see Williwaw (I was starting to see why he shortened it) break character for a moment.

Crosswind sighed and said, "I don't… know… what I like yet."

Now that was an interesting answer, I thought. Trixie seemed to think so too. "Couldn't it be both?" she asked.

The younger, leaner guard was starting to blush. "I don't know if it's… both."

Sounded like there were some personal issues there. And if I was going to be respectful with these toys– er, guards I'd borrowed, then it seemed like both of them were off limits. Oh well. They'd still be useful. "Alright then. I'm not gonna make Will cheat on his wife, and I'm not gonna force you to… make contact with anything you're uncomfortable with. You're probably gonna see a lot more naked ponies before the day's done, though."

Crosswind gulped. His eyes were focused a little fearfully on Trixie. "Oh… okay…"

Then I heard some footsteps approaching the chariot, a sort of 'click-clack'ing sound. We all looked as Moondancer rounded the corner of the car.

Actually, at first, I thought I had been mistaken. I thought maybe that Moondancer was still getting ready and this was some other mare approaching us for whatever reason.

But no, this was our busty bookworm, alright. She had just completely changed styles.

She still wore her red-and-violet mane in a beaded, messy topknot – though I noticed the hair of her mane and tail was lighter and silkier, probably because it'd been washed. And she still wore those thick-rimmed glasses with the taped bridge; maybe those were the only ones she owned right now.

Everything below the neck, however, was completely new and unexpected.

It took me a while to realize that she wasn't wearing nothing at all, because it was impossible not to stare at her mostly naked boobs first. Her breasts were a little smaller than their previous milk-leaking size, but only slightly, and their 'character' had changed; they were more perky and resistant to gravity. Now it looked like each tit had a few proud inches on Trixie's natural size. If Trixie's were pumpkins, then these were beach balls. Which was appropriate, considering what she was wearing.

Moondancer had donned a skimpy string bikini, primarily a deep red with purple highlights to match her mane. Tiny triangles hid her nipples from view, even though hints of her areolae were visible and her nipples were so thick that they made obvious indentations. The top also squeezed her boobs just the tiniest amount, just enough to be enticing, like it was deliberately a half a size too small. The bottom piece clung tightly to her hips, the thin red fabric between her legs still showing a clear cameltoe. And on her hoof-feet were a pair of beige high-heeled sandals. Gone was the bookworm; here was something closer to a slutty beach bunny.

Needless to say, I was stunned, intimidated, and highly aroused.

Moondancer, however, looked concernedly at the guards. "Oh, horseapples. Are we in trouble?!"

"No no, that's…" Without looking away, without ceasing my stare at Moondancer's almost-free tits, I waved vaguely and dismissively at the guards with my arm. "That's taken care of. Um…" I found myself having to swallow.

The student blushed and started to giggle at my flustering, clasping her hands behind her back and nervously twisting back and forth. As if her arms weren't hard enough to see past those breasts…

Trixie, meanwhile, had a big grin on her face. "You went all-out, didn't you? Hahaha… This is that part of the story where the nerd 'pretties up' and makes a big splash, isn't it?" She put a finger on her chin and added, "Which I guess makes me the bitchy stepsister. Or the mean popular cheerleader type."

I looked back at Trixie kind of incredulously. "Let's… NOT make this a high school romance?"

That got the group laughing, except for the guards, who had shifted back to being stoic in order to be polite.

Moondancer put up her hands and said, "I don't think I was trying to show you up, Trixie, honest."

Trixie folded her arms under her breasts and cocked her hips to one side, smirking at the bikini bookworm. "I don't actually mind. That was just a long way around to give you a compliment. You look… delectable."

Moondancer blushed at the teasing and lost her composure for a second, becoming self-conscious again. "So I look okay?"

"I don't know; Pascal, what do you think?"

With Moondancer's body back to being the subject, I struggled to keep myself polite. "Humina," I said. "Several 'humina's. A MULTITUDE of 'humina's."

Moondancer's face was hard to read. It seemed like she was going through many emotions as I said that. She wasn't used to being admired as a sexual object, and so she was asking herself what she thought of it. Part of her – the split-second I saw her frown – wanted to remind herself that this was wrong, wrong, wrong behavior, but a bigger part – the guilty little smile she gave me after that split-second of doubt – said she kind of enjoyed it for a change, at least in this moment.

Trixie glanced over at our new chauffeurs. "And you, guards?"

Crosswind's voice immediately cracked. "SHE'S! Fine. Ahem, really fine." He coughed and looked in the opposite direction from Moondancer.

Will let out a gruff sigh. "It'd be impolite to say more," he said begrudgingly. He gave Moondancer a smile, though, and said, "But you look lovely, ma'am."

There was a grin on Moondancer's face now, the excitement of wielding her sexual appeal too powerful to contain. "Thanks, um…!" She trailed off, lost for a name.

That seemed as good a segue as any to get the group back on track. "Alright, so." I cleared my throat and tried to ignore my heavy arousal. "Moondancer. When you, uh, called the sky chariot, the guards saw that as a security risk. But we talked it out, and now these guys are going to be our drivers for the rest of the day. Meet Williwaw, married, and Crosswind… question mark."

I could feel the rookie guard shoot a little withering glare at the side of my head.

"Okay. I guess that makes sense, with, uh, everything," Moondancer said. Some of the worry from before crept back into her expression. "Still, we're not going to get arrested after this or anything, are we?"

"Oh hell no," I said almost instantly. I turned outwards towards the street and sidewalk. "To anyone listening! These girls aren't liable for anything, if it comes to that! It's all on me!"

Will raised an eyebrow. "We aren't here to decide that."

"No, but someone's listening who is, or can send it up the chain," I replied wearily. I turned back towards the guards, ready to get back down to business. "So, it's about time for us to get moving, but first, a question: Do either of you know if the Wonderbolts are in town today?"

Crosswind's eyes lit up and his wings unfolded a little bit. "Um, yeah! They're doing a relay race today." His posture drooped right after as he said, "But the event already started a while ago."

"And if we left now…" I suggested.

Crosswind shook his head. "We'd barely make it in time to watch them take their bows."

Wait a minute, I thought, that was perfect. "Do they, uh," I said, getting excited, "stick around after the race? Glad-hand a bit? Go to the showers?"

"I-I don't know," the recruit muttered defensively. "That's their private life. I don't assume. I'm not one of those fans that obsessively stalks their every move."

Will visibly suppressed a roll of his eyes. "Depends on the Wonderbolt," he said. "Some of them stay longer, some of them leave early."

Trixie caught on to the same idea I had. "If we go now, we might get to meet some Wonderbolts!"

"And then…!" Moondancer started, but then remembered the reason why we wanted to meet celebrities in the first place. "Oh dear."

I gestured toward the front of the chariot. "Saddle up, gentlecolts. We're off to the raceway!" And with that, I pulled myself up to the ornate red-and-gold door, swung it open and ducked inside. The guards slowly made their way to the driving area, and Trixie and Moondancer followed me in.

The interior of the chariot was generous and plushly furnished. This was definitely a luxury vehicle. Without my influence, somepony would have to spend a pretty penny to afford this kind of transporation. It was basically somewhere between a private jet and a limousine. There was even an overhead compartment with complimentary drinks and snacks stashed inside. As a middle-class scrub, this was way above anything I'd ever been treated with.

"Ahhhh." Trixie didn't hide her sounds of contentment as she settled into the soft seat. She and Moondancer sat on the opposite side of the car. She put her hand on her chin and smirked out the side window. "One step closer to living like a princess."

"Well, today's a 'bucket list' kind of day," I remarked.

We heard the flapping of wings, and the carriage started to take off. Weirdly, despite not being secured in any way, we didn't feel too much of the momentum of taking flight. It still felt like being in a plane taking off – and my fear of heights kicked in a little bit – but less so and more controlled. I wondered if there was an enchantment in effect to keep the cabin's environment stable. Judging by the intensely curious look Moondancer had as she looked all around, she was probably wondering the same thing.

Once Trixie had her fill of watching the streets of Canterlot shrink beneath us, she fixed a hungry gaze upon me. "You're absolutely right," she said, and jumped towards me.

It took me a second to realize what she meant as she landed in my lap and started magically undoing my pants. Bucket list. Fucking in midair.

"Woah, woah, wait!" I cried out. "We need to talk about–"

"Don't tell me you're getting nervous again," Trixie growled.

"This is important," I insisted. "It… It's about this. And what you said earlier."

Trixie raised an eyebrow at me, took a deep inhale through her nostrils, then sighed and rolled off, sitting beside me. "Fine. Make it quick."

Moondancer watched me warily. "I thought we were done talking..."

"I thought so too," I muttered. "But apparently…" I lost my nerve for a second. With the Normal in play, they'd find some way to rationalize this, but in any other context this would seem like the worst possible moment to bring this up. I stared straight down at the carpeted floor of the carriage and said, "I have reason to believe that my fluids – semen especially – have some sort of… addictive quality to ponies."

There was a moment of silence as the mares processed this. Moondancer, crossing her legs tightly all of a sudden, was the first to respond. "Does… Does that mean you've been… drugging us?"

Trixie snorted. "So you believe I'm getting 'addicted' to you cumming inside me?"

"Yeah…" I replied slowly, realizing how absurd it sounded. "At first I thought it was just taste, but maybe–"

"Pascal. Moondancer." Trixie chuckled and leaned forward, the bottom swells of her breasts brushing up against her knees. "When a mare and stallion love each other very much… and make each other feel good… it's only natural for them to want to do it again. That's not addiction, that's just wanting an encore."

I wondered how Trixie avoided being instantly convinced by the Normal. Maybe her rationalization was different – that I believed what I was saying, but that I had to be mistaken. "You're the one who said it felt different," I pointed out.

Moondancer, despite brazenly showing off her body in that string bikini, was suddenly back to being her reclusive self in posture. "It… You mean that it's not the same with stallions…? What I felt down there is…"

Trixie's face was neutral for a moment as she regarded Moondancer. "It still feels tingly and good down there, doesn't it?"

The student nodded a little fearfully.

Trixie smiled a little. "Well… As the only one who's actually had intercourse before today, I can confirm stallion cum feels… I guess you'd say 'how you'd expect.' Not unpleasant, either – there's a lot of it, and it's warm and gooey and…" She let out a pleasant, dreamy sigh. "…it fills you, makes you feel like a mare."

"And mine?" I had to ask.

"Much the same, but that warm, gooey feeling lasts much longer," she replied. "And there's this tingling, this buzz that spreads through your whole body and makes you…" The stage magician blushed as she realized she'd talked herself into a corner. "Well. Happy and wanting more, I guess."

I slammed the back of my skull against the plush headrest. "Fuck. It's not just taste." Which meant everyone I'd fucked today, I'd exposed to my semen's effects. Which meant everyone I'd ever had sexual contact with over the past three days…

"But again, it's not like I'm gagging for it," Trixie backpedaled hurriedly. "It just felt really good and different and I kind of want more. That's natural, not addiction."

"Ponies have naturally addictive personalities," Moondancer said quietly. "I've heard of ponies having irresistible cravings for a certain brand of cupcake after a few bites."

Trixie shot her a 'you're not helping' look. "Nothing a little willpower can't overcome, then." She then shot me a haughty smirk. "Besides… Most guys would kill to have mares love their semen."

I lowered my head. "Most guys… haven't nearly reduced Twilight Sparkle to a cumdumpster."

Despite the Normal keeping everything I did and said reasonable, THAT kind of shocked them. Moondancer gasped, and Trixie involuntarily laughed. "I-I'm sorry, what?" Trixie asked, half-smiling. "Twilight Sparkle? Goody two-shoes Princess definitely-a-virgin Twilight Sparkle?"

"Yeah."

Finally, Trixie saw that I was totally serious, and you could see the skepticism leave her face. "Oh. Oh wow."

"Is Twilight okay?" Moondancer asked.

"Yeah, she… seems to be," I replied. It just occurred to me that she could still be feeling the cravings despite my words enforcing a different mindset. Had I irreversibly fucked her mind? "I dunno. Maybe you're right, Trixie, and it's not so strong that you can't overcome it with willpower. But the fact that humans and ponies have this sort of natural interaction…"

Trixie let out a long whistle. "I think I know what question number one is when you meet Celestia."

Moondancer let out an exasperated grunt and adjusted her glasses. "Well… dammit. We can't exactly stop you from having sex, can we? So what do we do then? Limit your exposure?"

The cabin lurched a bit as the chariot started to descend. We were approaching our destination.

"I guess so," was all I could say. "Just make sure I don't get anyone too hooked before I, y'know, might disappear tomorrow."

Trixie sharply exhaled through her nose, drumming her fingers on her thigh. "Is it really that bad though?" she said all of a sudden as we continued to descend. "And hear me out. We're basically talking about a mild topical aphrodisiac. I assume you saw Twilight Sparkle get addicted, but… That's still Twilight Sparkle."

"Huh?" I said dumbly.

"What do you mean by that?" Moondancer asked, a dangerous edge to her voice and her eyes slightly narrowed.

"You're the one who's been talking about 'addictive personalities,'" Trixie replied. "Wouldn't you say that girl has kind of an 'obsessive' personality?"

Moondancer thought about it uneasily for a moment, before she said, "She… DID make it her personal mission to make up for missing my party…"

The chariot landed with a thump and rolled to a stop.

"We're here," came the call from Will at the front.

"I'm just saying you might not know enough," Trixie summarized. "Maybe it isn't all that bad."

"You just want to keep having sex with him," Moondancer muttered.

"Which. Is. Natural." Trixie got up from her seat and did a little bow. "I rest my case."

Moondancer let out a little groan of frustration and opened the chariot door, and they started to climb out.

I sat there for a second, a little dumbstruck by what Trixie had suggested. Was she right? Had I jumped to the 'addictive cum' conclusion too quickly because it was kind of my fetish? Was Twilight's reaction particular to her and not necessarily indicative of what everypony's would be?

Well, there'd been Golden Harvest before her. But according to her boyfriend and Derpy, she was already kind of a wild mare behind closed doors. Other than that, I didn't have any evidence from any of my other partners, other than my dick and my semen were tasty and smelled good. Then again, I'd only had one encounter with most of the mares I'd been with. Yet none of them reacted as strongly as Twilight.

Did the effect build up with multiple loads? Was the Normal in play, making sure no one was concerned about the feelings and cravings building up within them? Trixie was right about one thing, at least: I didn't know enough.

What was my course of action, then? Unfortunately, I already knew what it was: Fuck it. Just a little bit.

Depressed but resolved, I climbed out after the mares and shut the chariot door behind me.

We were parked at the edge of a plaza in front of the stadium's gates. At the center of the plaza was a tall statue of some kind of androgynous pegasus person, wings spread and one arm up in a flying position. There were ponies just starting to walk out of the stadium's gates, filling the plaza with chatter about the show that presumably just finished.

The stadium itself, being a track for flying pegasi, was situated at the edge of one of the Canterlot mountain's cliffs. The building and the stands only bordered half the circumference of the cloudy 'field.' The wind was fairly strong here, though less so directly in front of the stadium's walls. Combined with the shining sun, the pearly architecture, the mountain backdrop, and the throngs of excited ponies with smiles on their faces, the whole environment was pleasant, beautiful, and energetic.

I really was the odd man out here – weak, not all that handsome, and brimming with ill intent. A scenic vista like this didn't deserve someone like me.

Feeling embarrassed all of a sudden, I glanced over at my two companions. "Um… You two feeling alright? Not cold at all?" I asked.

Trixie kept an eyebrow raised at me, almost studying me. A little off-guard, Moondancer self-consciously ran her hands over her bare arms and shook her head. "N-No, we're fine."

"You sure?" The words came out of my mouth before I thought them. "I'm sure we could get you something to cover up with."

"Excuse me??" Trixie almost shouted.

Now Moondancer was worried and staring at me. "It… It's fine? The sun's out. It's just a strong breeze here. The temperature's fine…"

For some reason, I kept talking. "But still, I mean, to save yourself the humiliation from all of these ponies seeing you naked. It's just not norm–"

With telekinetic force, my head was yanked backward and into Trixie's generous bosom. I was dazed and suddenly aware of a buzzing numbness throughout my entire body.

The next instant, I was filled with equal parts rage and fear. I pulled myself back up and held the side of my aching head. "Guuhhh… It blitzed me. Fucking son of a bitch!"

"You- You were glowing a little," Moondancer whispered. "It's real…"

Trixie stepped up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders, pressing her breasts into my shirt. "Are you back with us, Pascal?"

The fear ebbed away, leaving behind anger so potent I was breathing heavily. "Doesn't it realize it's pushing me?" I asked no one in particular. "If it would just WAIT four or five hours, I wouldn't have to do all this and then we could figure this out civilly!"

Trixie started rubbing my shoulders. "I doubt a living spell really cares about that."

"No," I agreed. "It's a cosmic concept. It only cares about one thing. One idea. And it's certainly not 'mercy' or 'waiting.'" I pulled away from Trixie and turned to face the plaza, looking at all the ponies that were oblivious to what I was planning.

"That's awful… That's legitimately awful," Moondancer said in horror. "No wonder you're so… determined."

I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, "EVERYPONYYYYYYY!"

Despite the wind, the acoustics of the plaza carried my voice across most of the area, turning just about every other head towards me.

I had a plan brewing. I still had a few details to figure out, but getting all these ponies to listen was the first step. I pointed towards the androgynous metal pegasus and shouted, "EVERYPONY! GATHER AT THE FRONT OF THAT STATUE! I'LL BE THERE IN A SECOND! I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!"

Thanks to my power of acceptance, almost no one could think of a reason not to follow my directions. The throngs of ponies started congregating around one side of the statue's base.

I rounded on Trixie and pointed at her, deadly serious. "Trixie. Go to the stadium. See if they have some big tarps we can use. Maybe a couple of chairs."

The naked stage magician grinned, happy to see me all fired up again. "Ooooh. Sir yes sir." She mock-saluted and hurried towards the stadium entrance.

I pointed at Moondancer next. "Dancer. That growth spell you used. Can you use it on other mares?"

"Um, well, yes…" she replied nervously. "I-I mean I haven't done it before but it should be-"

"Good. How about stallions? Can you make them grow?"

"…Grow breasts?"

That caused my train of thought to derail a bit. "Wha- No." I made chopping motions around my crotch. "I mean dicks. Balls, even."

Her eyes followed my hands. "Do… you, um… want to grow?"

"Uh- oh fuck." I was suddenly very glad she hadn't jumped the gun on that. "No. Bad things will happen if you try that. I'm not magical."

Moondancer recoiled at the mental image. "Oh."

I was getting more and more exasperated. "I mean STALLIONS. Can you make other stallions grow."

"That's a different spell," she mumbled. "But, um, yes, I know it. I also… haven't used it on anyone other than myself before…"

And now the mental train came to a complete stop.

Of COURSE there'd be hermaphrodite magic here. Of COURSE.

Thank goodness I hadn't encountered it up to this point. Futa was not my… Well, it wasn't very high on my list of fetishes; let's go with that.

I mentally rebooted and resumed my questioning. "Okay. Now, the important thing: Is there a LIMIT to how big you can make someone?"

Moondancer didn't answer immediately, just stared back at me in surprise.

"I'll leave you to think about that," I said, and turned toward the gathered crowd. I motioned for the guards standing by the chariot to follow me as well. "Hey, you two come along. I'm gonna need you guys."

Crosswind jumped a little, but they both followed me as I made my way towards the statue. They waited at the edge of the crowd and did their best to look imposing while I climbed up onto the monument's base. I now stood above the crowd and was looking out into a sea of multicolored faces. It was actually kind of disorienting.

"Alright!" I yelled to the crowd, clasping my hands. "Thank you all! I'm Pascal, Equestria's one and only human! And I desperately need some help!" I raised two fingers way above my head. "I need TWO volunteers, a mare and a stallion! Who don't mind a little exhibitionism! And don't have any pressing appointments for the next hour or so!" I paused, then added, "Actually, a lot of exhibitionism is involved!"

The primary emotion running through the crowd – based on their faces and the low tone of the chatter – was confusion, with a dash of apprehension.

"Remember!" I started to clarify. "It's the human asking you to do this, as an emergency! That means no matter what, no one else can judge you poorly, or ridicule you, or make it a big deal in some tabloid crap! As long as you do what I'm telling you, you'll be fine, I promise!"

A mare's voice from the front of the crowd called out: "What exactly do you want us to do?"

"I want that to be a surprise!" I shouted back. "But it's definitely gonna be…" I couldn't stop myself from chuckling preemptively at my own stupid pun. "…BIG!"

A few awkward seconds ticked by, and then, finally, a few volunteer hands raised into the air.

I went for the first couple I saw. "You two! Towards the back! Is that a mare and a stallion? Yes? Okay, come on up!" As the duo made their way to the front of the crowd, I addressed the rest. "Thank you, everypony! If you've got places to be – or children, actually! – you should go, I won't stop you! But everyone else, I highly suggest you stick around, because in the next few minutes, there's gonna be a spectacle! And there WILL be audience participation!"

The crowd dispersed a bit, the better portion of them leaving outright. The rest of them spread a bit more evenly through the plaza and talked amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, I got down from the statue's base and walked forward to meet up with the mystery couple I'd picked out on a whim. I hadn't been able to see them clearly through the crowd, so I was curious to see who I was dealing with.

A mare and a stallion finally came into view. The mare had light gray skin with a two-tone white-and-purple mane. The stallion had azure skin with a dark blue mane. Both of them looked incredibly familiar.

"Pascal, is it?" the stallion said. "I'm Night Light. What can we do to help?"

"I'm Twilight Velvet," the mare followed up. "You're the human our daughter discovered, right? How is she doing?"

My right eye twitched. I couldn't quite open my mouth to speak.

"Um, hello?" said Twilight Sparkle's MOM, standing right next to Twilight Sparkle's DAD.

Oh wow, I thought.

Twilight's going to kill me.

Normal or not, she's going to straight up murder me.

Then I realized that wouldn't be a far step down from my current situation, and I rebooted my brain again. "Um yes she fine let's get do this." I ran a hand through my short hair and cleared my throat. "So, um, I said 'exhibitionism,' and you two are fine with that?"

"Well, it's something we've talked about," Night Light said a little too nonchalantly.

Velvet tilted her head towards her husband. "He's the one who wants to try it. At HIS request, we've, ah, made love on the balcony a couple of times."

"The balcony that doesn't face the street and no one can see…" Night Light muttered aloud. His wife playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

I took a moment to take note of their obvious sexual characteristics. Twilight Velvet, beneath her long white dress, was projecting forth two round boulders big enough to be average watermelons. Night Light, just below his dress shirt/sweater vest combo and within a pair of black slacks, was stuffed into a crotch-pouch about eight inches in diameter.

With a helpless shrug, I looked back up and said, "Well, you gotta start somewhere. Still, this'll be a REALLY big jump. If…" I stopped myself. "Actually, I don't have time to triple-check or find another group. We're just gonna have to do it."

"Don't worry," Twilight Velvet reassured, "we're both agreeing to this. Now what is it you need us to do?"

I looked back to Moondancer at the edge of the crowd and waved her over.

Once she got close enough to tell who my two volunteers were, her reaction was about the same as mine: Surprise and dawning horror.

She immediately looked to me and mouthed, 'Them?!'

'I know, I KNOW,' I mouthed back, grimacing.

Thankfully, the parents of our mutual princess friend didn't notice. Instead, they turned to greet her with big smiles on their faces. "Moondancer!" Twilight Velvet exclaimed. "Is that you? It's been ages! How have you been?"

"I'm-I'm fine," Moondancer replied weakly, doing her best to smile back and pretend she wasn't standing in front of her friend's parents wearing the skimpiest outfit of her life.

"That's a very nice, um, style you got going on there," Night Light said diplomatically.

"Uh…!"

Velvet got a sly look on her face. "We're not at the beach, so let me guess: You're doing this for your stallion?" She tilted her head at… me!

Moondancer looked at me with utter bewilderment. "Oh, well, uh…!"

I laughed nervously. "Heh heh, well, you see…"

"Haha, look at them go!" Velvet teased, making her husband laugh. "Don't be modest, you two. I completely understand! What's romance without a little adventure?"

At that moment, Trixie appeared from around the statue, magically carrying two chairs and some folded-up sheets of tarpaulin behind her. She was still fabulously nude save for her hat and boots, her nipples pointed brazenly at each parent. "Pascal! Moondancer! I found the supplies. Care to tell me what kind of show we're putting on?"

Mr. and Mrs. Sparkle just stared.

"Orrrr a LOT of adventure," Velvet remarked after a moment.

Night Light said nothing, but looked at Trixie, then Moondancer, then me with his eyebrows raised as high as they could go. The corners of his mouth turned down and he started to nod very slightly at me. It was as close to 'damn, son' as I was ever going to get from a married stallion standing next to his wife.

"Trixie," I said as evenly as I could, "say hello to our… randomly selected volunteers. Twilight Velvet and Night Light."

"'Twilight'…?" Trixie echoed quietly, before she suddenly blinked hard. She had a much better poker face than us, though, because she made no other reaction and remained perfectly cordial. "Well, nice to meet you all. Shall we get this show started?" From within the floating tarpaulin, she brought out a bundle of hooked metal stakes. "We'll have to do this off the stonework to make sure the tarps don't go flying everywhere, so if you'll all just head over there…"

Following instructions, Twilight Velvet, Night Light, and the royal guards went on ahead towards a clear grassy area at the edge of the plaza.

Moments before we followed them, Trixie came up behind me and Moondancer and wrapped her arms around our necks, her face scrunched up with stifled joy and doing her best not to giggle like a madwoman. I sighed, Moondancer groaned, and we all headed for our impromptu staging area. The crowd around us began to gather again, sensing that the spectacle was about to begin.

In short order, Trixie got the two tarps spread out and staked, and set down the office chairs in the center of each sheet. Then she turned sharply to face me, her tits bouncing with the motion, and said, "Well? Haven't you kept us in suspense long enough?"

Night Light chuckled and added, "Yeah, what exactly have we signed up for here?"

For a moment, a bit of that pre-'fuck it' trepidation flared up. This would be a tough sell if I didn't have this power, and the donut shop proved that sometimes the Normal could screw up if the logistics were all wrong. Still, there was nothing left to do but go for it.

I folded my arms and, loud enough for the nearby crowd to hear, said, "We're going to make you two sexually gigantic." I pointed to Velvet and then Night Light. "Your breasts… And your bits."

'Ooooo's and murmuring rung out from the crowd. The Sparkle couple was surprised, but not as shocked or offended as they should have been. "Wow. And then what?" Twilight Velvet asked.

I shrugged in an exaggerated manner. "Enjoy it. Let people touch and play. Just generally get worshiped for an hour or two." Then I grinned and added, "Doesn't that sound fun?"

Even without the Normal, I couldn't imagine many people who'd say 'no' to this if they could get away with it. Otherwise, any moral hangups they might have had were neatly bypassed by my power. Twilight Velvet looked down at her rack and back up at me with a sort of nervous excitement. "Okay, sure! That sounds… interesting!"

Night Light let out a breath he hadn't consciously realized he'd been holding. "Well, if you're in, I'm in too."

Velvet picked up on that bullshit right away. "Oh, like you weren't chomping at the bit to show off for the crowd."

Smiling, Night Light put up his hands diplomatically. "Hey, hey. I'm a good husband. My stallionhood is for my wife, not every passing mare on the street."

The wife stepped forward and, in a daring move, cupped the hefty bulge in Night Light's pants. "You're damn right," she growled almost huskily, and exchanged a heavy, passionate kiss with her husband. When she pulled back, she said, "But the human's letting us go on an adventure together, so just this once… let's show off, honey."

"You got it, hun," Night Light replied smoothly, caressing his wife's shoulders. There were a few 'aww's from the crowd as the two exchanged a romantic (if perverse) moment.

I realized I'd been staring sort of wistfully and cleared my throat. "So, uh… You can set your own boundaries as to what you'll allow others to do with you, and… If anyone acts out of line, that's why those two are here." I was now pointing at Crosswind and Williwaw. "They're here to act as security for this… sideshow."

The two royal guards, finally understanding my full intentions, stepped to the sides of the tarps and took position, doing their best to look like they were not to be trifled with. Though Crosswind couldn't help but glance at the two soon-to-be-humongous ponies every so often.

But the sound of the word 'sideshow' seemed to activate something in Trixie, who stepped between me and the crowd with arms spread wide. "Are you ready to see a grand, sensual display unlike anything Equestria has ever SEEN?!" she shouted to the gathered ponies.

Moondancer covered her face in sudden embarrassment.

The response from them was a series of awkward 'yeah's and 'woo's, like the ponies saying them didn't want to get caught.

"Come on! Ladies! Gentlecolts!" Trixie announced encouragingly. "No need for shame! This is a time to EMBRACE our appreciation for the pony form! If you're excited about that, then I want to hear you shout it out LOUD!"

A few more voices than before joined in a scattered chorus of excitement, but they were quickly extinguished by the awkward silence from the rest of the crowd.

Trixie shot me a quick look, a request for backup. I just turned to the crowd and jabbed a thumb towards my accomplice. "What she said!" It was like a dam broke. The ponies began to cheer, applaud – a few whistled, even.

I got a dirty look from Trixie, who whispered, "That is SO unfair," before she got back into her role. "That's it, everypony! Now, let's hear it for our volunteers Twilight Velvet and Night Light! And for our lovely Moondancer, who will be administering their extravagant growth!"

Said unicorn was not at all used to being in such a spotlight, and waved to the crowd for all of a second before turning on her heels and getting as busy as possible giving instructions to our volunteers. Step one: Strip.

My embarrassment at subjecting Twilight's mom to this was momentarily forgotten as her dress and underwear came off. Twilight Velvet had a tantalizing bod, thickly proportioned around her hips and thighs to compliment her substantial boobs. She twirled for the crowd, and got a few claps of encouragement for it.

But when Night Light got undressed, surprisingly, he got cheers and catcalls from a few mares in attendance. He had an average build for an adult stallion… which in this world meant a pleasingly toned and hairless body that was neither lean nor bulky. His endowment, once the bulging boxers were taken off, dangled two-thirds down his thighs flaccid, accompanied by a pair of low-hanging, orange-sized balls.

Dammit, even the humble family man was getting me green with envy. Not that I was an exemplary specimen of humanity, but I took this as more proof that ponies were almost universally sexy and attractive as a rule. Even Crosswind, the younger of the two guards, was staring. Almost exclusively at Night Light, actually – a detail I mentally filed away for later.

Trixie noticed something similar with me. She turned away from the crowd to watch at my side and quietly said, "Getting a good look, Pascal?"

I couldn't even be embarrassed, really. "I'll be getting an even better look soon."

Moondancer walked up to the couple, now officially more clothed than they were. "O-Okay. Um. Take whatever position you think will be comfortable when the growth starts happening. You can use the… Oh, that's why he had her get the chairs… Okay, yeah, use those if you need to."

Night Light took a seat on his tarp's chair, situating himself on the edge with his legs spread wide and his dick and balls casually hanging down. Twilight Velvet, meanwhile, pushed the chair back and got down on her knees.

Trixie put a finger on her chin. "I get that you have a boob fetish. But… why him, too?"

"Something for the ladies?" I offered weakly. "And the guys who are into that?"

"Appreciated," Trixie admitted. "Just brings to mind the obvious question, is all I'm saying."

I slouched a bit. "I don't know if I'm actually a little gay for stallions, but I'm sure as hell fucking envious. And hell, that might be the same thing, at the end of the day."

Trixie was quiet for a moment. "...I think I get it. For me, that'd be like if every single mare in Equestria was Princess Twilight Sparkle." She sort of spat the name out when she said it.

I glanced aside at her. "Still kind of sore?"

The magician sighed. "I don't know. I'd like to think I'm over it and we're on good terms now, but… that'd be lying. And whenever she sends me a letter, I can't help but feel like she's trying to lecture me into being a nice pony, so I'll never have another 'magic duel' incident."

There wasn't much I could say to that. I shrugged and said, "Well, you just try to keep moving forward."

Trixie grinned all of a sudden. "And imagining her begging for your cum certainly helps."

NOW I was embarrassed, covering my face. "Don't- Don't- Don't remind me of that. Please."

"Fiiine."

And then: ZZAP! We'd missed Moondancer charging her horn, but all at once she fired the spell, sending two bolts of magic out. One hit Velvet squarely in the center of her bosom, and the other hit Night Light's dick.

The low chattering of the crowd fell into complete silence. Ponies shifted and moved, all of them trying to get a better angle. But Trixie, Moondancer, and I had front row seats.

"Oh!" Velvet gasped, grasping at her full (and already looking fuller) breasts as she knelt on the tarpaulin. "That's… That feels very… warm. Wow, that's amazing…"

"You're… telling me…" Night Light groaned out. His balls were hanging half an inch lower already, and his dark blue horsecock was beginning to erect, lifting upward. The growth was apparently a very pleasurable feeling, not to mention the situation.

I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. "Moondancer… Um, how big…?"

Moondancer took a couple of steps back and smiled sheepishly at me. "Er, about… a little bigger than their bodies? Is that okay? Any more and I'd-"

"No, that's- that's fantastic. Any more and what?"

Moondancer rubbed her forehead. "Any more and I'd risk passing out."

I glanced at the Sparkles. Velvet's breasts were close to completely filling her lap, and Night Light's dick was fully hard and poking his chin. Back to Moondancer, I licked my lips unconsciously and said, "So there's no… no… physical limitation? In theory, with enough magic, someone could get as big as… as a building? A mountain?"

Trixie raised an eyebrow. "The whole pony, or are you into ponies so endowed they're immobile?"

"Either fucking way," I breathed. "I have to know."

"I'm… not sure," Moondancer replied. "I don't think anyone's tried in decades. But the magic inside us supports all kinds of transformations, so in theory… Anything's possible, I guess. And then after several hours we go back to–"

"Mmmmph!"

We all heard Velvet's groan of pleasure as the bottom swells of her breasts finally cleared her knees and touched the ground. Each breast was still round and unblemished, presenting acres of perfect light gray skin, with dark gray areolae the size of small plates at the ends of them, with nipples the size of your middle three fingers bunched together. And still they grew, overtaking square inch after square inch of blue tarpaulin.

Not long after, Night Light's humongous scrotum grazed the legs of his chair, while his dick nearly obscured his head up to his horn – a giant, girthy pillar of cock that was growing thicker than his leg. Precum started to pool at the head of that cock, overflowing the flare and streaming down the incredible length. I couldn't begin to think of a measurement. Four feet? Five feet? How wide was it? Had to be over a foot now. It jutted out of his crotch like a cannon, forcing him to spread his legs even wider to make room.

As Twilight Velvet's breasts grew, they not only filled out forward, but also upward. It nearly became impossible to see her face while she was kneeling and we were standing up. The wall of round, jiggling tits was becoming that massive.

I was in a daze, eyes lidded, salivating, barely breathing. Trixie's eyes were growing wider, her smile more delirious, as though she was about to break into maniacal cackling any second. Moondancer just did her best to look studious and concerned, looking from one massive pony to the other to make sure they were growing just fine – without looking like she herself was in awe of this growing spectacle.

Despite the breeze, everything was starting to feel warmer, muggier. A very masculine smell filled the air, spreading through the crowd, and I realized that cloying scent was the musk from Night Light's stallionhood. But right beside that was another odor, a very feminine pheromone coming from Twilight Velvet's incredible udders. All of it combined together to leave the audience spellbound, almost hypnotized, giving the Sparkle parents a larger-than-life presence, even as their sexual parts grew larger than themselves.

In an amazing display, the wall of light gray breasts wobbled as Twilight Velvet got up, standing up from her kneeling position without the slightest indication of effort. Then she took a few steps backwards, dragging her immense breasts with her across the ground, the incredible mammaries stretching only the tiniest amount at the point where they met her torso. And then Velvet sat down in the chair provided to her, her head now visible as her fantastically teardrop-shaped boobs grew further out and further full.

Night Light's cock was now higher above his head than his arms could reach, leaking more precum than ever. The growth in length began to slow down, but the growth in thickness continued on for a while longer until it nearly blocked out his whole torso. The towering dick began to lean forward, dripping near-white precum straight down into a puddle a few feet in front of Night Light's chair. And his balls were so ridiculously huge that the tops of them were nearly level with his seat; he could rest his legs on his balls if he wanted. His ability to stand, to touch the ground with his hoof-toes, was about to become a real question.

And then, the inevitable happened: It ended. The growth stopped for both of them, leaving Twilight Velvet with breasts the size of small cars on one side, and a 10-foot cock and balls with a Night Light accessory on the other.

I was dumbstruck. I'd made a furry porn picture come to life.

Moondancer stepped forward, a mix of worry and arousal on her face. "H-How's it feel? Everything alright?"

"Oh Celestia, YES!" Night Light grunted, his face contorted in pleasure. One hand rubbed up and down the top curve of his cock, or at least what little he could reach, while another hand desperately reached down to feel an inch or two of his bulging ballsack.

Velvet just grinned, sighed, and leaned forward into her own boobs. "It's amazing, Moondancer. It feels so… much. I just wish…" She looked out to the crowd with a sultry smile. "I just wish I could touch ALL of it at once."

I could sense the crowd ready to rush in behind me, so I quickly tore my eyes away and turned around. "Alright, everypony!" I shouted out, getting their attention. "Let's take this slow! A few ponies at a time! Be gentle! Do whatever they tell you to do!"

Even that wasn't enough to stop a rush of ponies moving past us and gathering around the massive, incredible endowments, but at least when they got there they were utterly respectful. No grabbing or pushing, just many, many hands rubbing gently and sensually, much to the Sparkles' delight. Faces of many ponies pressed into boobs, balls, cock, rubbing their cheeks against the warm flesh. A couple of young stallions climbed up onto each breast and laid atop it, the mammary immensity easily supporting their weight. A few pegasus mares flew up to the top half of Night Light's cock and got to rubbing. One even planted themselves on top of it, their legs straddling the cock and their hands rubbing the flare. In less than a minute, the stadium plaza had transformed into a slow orgy of idol worship.

My only regret was that I hadn't been fast enough to get to those breasts first.

"H-Hey, Mr. Human?" a shaky voice called from the side. I looked over to the source of the voice, Crosswind – but his eyes weren't on me, rather on the flared cockhead 10 feet above us. "Can I… Can I join in? Please?"

"We have our duty, guard," Williwaw said warningly. He was a bit red in the face, but otherwise proper royal guard stoic. How he was managing that was beyond me.

Still, I was horny and feeling like spreading more of the love. "Will, you think you can handle it solo for a bit?"

Will scanned over the crowd of admiring ponies. Then he shrugged back at me. "I don't think anypony here will be a problem. If you think it's fine…"

I gave Crosswind a thumbs-up. "Go for it."

Before I could blink twice, Crosswind's armor was off and he had thrown his body against Night Light's balls, burying his muzzle against the base of his cock. From the energy he displayed, I got the sense he was discovering himself a bit.

"Godspeed. Go figure yourself out," I said quietly.

I looked around for my companions. Trixie was walking in a circle around the writhing, panting form of Night Light, admiring his endowments with an aroused but no less bemused expression. Moondancer was next to Twilight Velvet, nervously asking questions to make sure there were no problems. Judging by the way Velvet's breasts were being stroked, lifted, groped, rubbed, and licked, along with the way Velvet's tongue was hanging out as she gasped for breath… I assumed Velvet had no complaints.

Trixie finally came up to me and said, "Feeling better?"

I shuddered. "Yeaaahhh. A big distraction for the Normal to choke on. I'll be fine for a good while."

Trixie tilted her head towards the stadium. "Sounds like we should get going then, so we don't miss the Wonderbolts."

I looked past the throng of ponies and whimpered, actually whimpered, at missing the chance to fondle and fuck those larger-than-life tits.

She just rolled her eyes and smacked me on the back. "Oh fine, GO. Get it out of your system." She laughed as I already started to move.

"Make way!" I called out as I walked towards the cleavage line at the front of that massive bosom. The ponies tending to her areolae stepped aside. Barely thinking at this point, I dropped my pants in front of everypony, fished out my hard dick from my underwear, and thrust between the light gray masses.

And holy shit, it was magical. So much pressure, yet so soft. I could feel– I could get some rudimentary sense of the humongous weight of what I'd stuck my dick into. I shoved my hips forward, and the whole ocean of boob rippled. I did it again, and again, and again, and soon I was losing myself in an inferno of crazed titlust. I was nearly crying. I was so happy.

"Holy… fuck," one stallion next to me said, his pants bulge pressed against Velvet's inches-long left nipple. "Can we… Can we whip 'em out too?"

Velvet looked up through her haze of arousal and considered me, the human fucking with wild abandon at the other end of her enlarged body parts. After a moment, she smiled kind of docilely and replied, "No… Just him, for now…"

And thanks to my instructions, they respected her decision, and went back to rubbing and worshiping everything I couldn't reach.

Not that I wasn't trying my damnedest to reach – I was grabbing giant armfuls of tit, pressing them against my body and my face. I was burying my head in her distant cleavage and licking everything I could. A couple of times, I stopped thrusting and just savored the feeling of all that boob pressing against me. Then I'd get even more aroused and start humping again.

A white-hot bolt of pleasure shot through my body, and I knew it was time. "Ohhhhh fffffuuuuuck yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhh!!" I humped and grunted with every pulse of my cock, smearing cum within the impossibly right cleavage of Velvet's super-bosom. The orgasm felt like half again the load I usually shot, since I was so aroused.

Momentarily spent, and knowing that I had to get moving eventually, I stepped back. Before I could ask for a quick cleaning spell, though, Trixie was on her knees before I could react and gave my cum-stained cock a quick and dirty lick.

"H-Hey!" I croaked, panicking.

Trixie looked up at me with an evil smirk, rolling her tongue in her mouth and savoring the taste. "Hmm. Not bad at all!" She went back for another lick, taking her time with a long, deep tongue-wash from base to tip.

Paralyzed, I didn't move, but muttered some vague, half-hearted obscenities under my breath. "Trixie… Fuck's sake, Trixie!"

She just grinned and finally lit up her horn to clean off the rest of my dick. "I'll be fine, Pascal. I was already your slut for the day. And besides, this way we'll know more about what happens."

Moondancer came running over. "Did you just–"

"Yes," Trixie replied a little tersely. "I made a choice. You can go and make your own."

That left the bikini-clad student without an immediate comeback. I just let out a sigh, stuffed myself back into my underwear, and pulled up my pants.

"Was that good?" Twilight Velvet called to me from across her giant rack.

I gave her another thumbs-up. "Great! Thanks!"

Velvet just smiled back before resting her head on her jiggling shelf of boob, surrendering herself to all the stimulation again.

"Pardon me," a regal voice behind me said. "Are you the one who organized this?"

I turned around to see a suited white stallion – blue mane, distinguished mustache – and standing beside him a tall, light pink mare in a Parisian-style ensemble. Behind them were a gaggle of other well-dressed older ponies, all staring at me.

The gentlecolt talking to me extended his hand. "Fancy Pants. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Moondancer let out a little squeak of astonishment.

I was very surprised at this turn of events, but I wiped my hands on my pants (they'd gotten no sexual fluids on them, but they were still sweaty as hell) and returned the handshake. "Um, Pascal. Equestria's one and only human."

"Is that so?" Fancy Pants, smiling with the utmost politeness despite the debauched scene behind me. "Then is it a human custom to put together public displays like this?" he asked in a friendly teasing way.

My eyes darted down to the obvious places. Fleur had a bust akin to Rarity in size – that is to say, very large – and the clothes accentuated her thin waist and shapely legs. And Fancy Pants' pants pouch was possibly the largest in the plaza, giving Big Macintosh a run for his money. If their style of dress and the way other ponies hung on their every word didn't say 'power couple of Canterlot,' their sexual characteristics did.

I forced my eyes back up and rambled, "Erm, no, uh, just killing time before my meeting with Princess Celestia after sunset…"

That nearly popped Fancy Pants' monocle off. "You're meeting the Princess…?" He let out a gentlemanly chuckle and added, "If that's the case, and you can organize something like this on a whim, then I'd say that makes you a human worth bumping into! And who are your lovely companions here?"

"M-Moondancer, sir!" the busty bookworm nearly squealed. "Sir, Fancy Pants, sir!"

Trixie, as usual, displayed nothing but confidence. "The Grrrreat, and Powerful, Trixie."

"My pleasure, young ladies," Fancy Pants replied without missing a beat.

'Worth bumping into'? That phrase bounced around my skull a bit. Fancy Pants. Sweet and Elite.

Oh fuck, RARITY was going to kill me. And Twilight. And Rainbow Dash, once I got my hands on the Wonderbolts.

'Why stop there?' I thought sarcastically. All I had to do was fuck all of Pinkie Pie's sisters, turn the extended Apple family into an incestuous orgy, and… uh… kick a puppy?… and I could have the entire Elements of Harmony out for my blood. Collect them all!

I coughed and returned to reality. "Um… That's nice. Thank you."

Fleur leaned in and touched Fancy's arm. "Do you plan on staying, Fancy?" she said in her haughty accent. "I have to make my way to the theater."

"I very well might, if that's fine by you," Fancy Pants replied.

"Oh, it is. I wish I could join in, but alas." Fleur pulled away and started making her way towards the plaza exit. "See you at the party?"

Fancy Pants nodded. "Certainly, Fleur. See you there."

My mind seized upon the key details that had been so casually dropped. "Wait a second!" I shouted. "Where are you going… and what party?"

Fleur turned around and said, "Why, I'm off to the technical rehearsal for next week's fashion show. I'm one of the models, if you didn't know."

"Nah, I kinda figured that part out," I remarked, openly ogling her mostly covered pink cleavage. "Where's it at?"

"The Canterlot Convention Center," she replied, then frowned. "A step down from last year's Fashion Week. The Crystal Ballroom was a much better venue." She flipped a curl of her mane over her shoulder and said, "Well, what can you do?"

I looked to Fancy Pants. "And this party?"

Fancy Pants shrugged. "Oh, some fundraising… benefit… Actually, what IS on for tonight? There have been so many this week, I can hardly keep track."

"It's Prince Blueblood," some stuffy mare from the entourage behind him said.

That caused Fancy Pants to smile wryly. "Right. Blueblood's fundraising for… something or the other. Should be entertaining, at the very least!" He chuckled and turned back to me. "Why do you ask?"

"Does that party go until sunset?" I followed up.

"Well after that, I should think," Fancy Pants replied.

I looked to the stadium. Wonderbolts. I looked at Fleur Dis Lee. Fashion. I looked back at Fancy Pants. Nobility.

Behind me, Twilight Velvet let out a particularly loud moan of pleasure.

"Is there any chance…" I began.

"That after you and your friends meet the Wonderbolts," Fancy Pants interrupted, "you join Fleur at the fashion show practice and drop by the fundraiser right after?" He grinned and looked to his companion. "Do you have any problem with that?"

Fleur thought about it for a moment. "Usually, it's strictly off-limits. However… For the human, I imagine Toity and Finish won't mind making an exception. I bet they'd like the company, too."

"Hear that?" Fancy Pants said to me. "And I'm sure every aristocrat in Canterlot will want to meet such a unique individual. Isn't that right?" he said to his entourage.

The entourage of nobles, being the suck-ups they were, all automatically agreed.

"There we have it!" Fancy Pants declared.

I heard a particularly loud splatter of precum. It was landing on Crosswind, who was standing under Night Light's cockhead with his mouth open.

"Well… awesome," I finally said. "Thank you so much."

"I'll be going, then," Fleur said, winked at me, and made her way out of the plaza.

Fancy Pants waved humbly in her direction, and said to me, "And I suppose we'll part ways for now. You have your plans, and I… I am going to sample this carnival of carnal delights you've arranged." And with that, the distinguished gentlecolt made his way towards Twilight Velvet's massive breasts. "Ah! Miss Velvet! Long time no see!"

The entourage, initially surprised at Fancy Pants' indulgence in this sexual absurdity, quickly talked themselves into thinking it was the best idea ever and joined the commoners in the fun.

Which just left me, Trixie, and Moondancer standing a few yards away, watching the whole event for several seconds before anyone said anything.

"Wow, I can't believe that all fell into place," Trixie deadpanned.

"Canterlot's a busy town…" Moondancer said.

I smirked and rubbed my hands together. "We have our itinerary. That's the important thing. Let's not waste any more time."

"Hold on," Moondancer said, and she made her way closer to the Sparkle parents. "Er, we have to leave for a bit!" she told them. "We can dispel you when we come back in an hour, unless… Do either of you know Dispel-2?"

Velvet laughed and raised her hand. "We– Oooh! We raised Twilight Sparkle from a baby. I can cast Dispel-2 in my sleep."

"Okay, just didn't want to leave you two stuck like this," Moondancer said.

"We're fine! Go! And thank you!" Velvet called out.

"Y-Yeahhhh!" Night Light groaned as well. His dick was practically being assaulted by groping mares and stallions. "ThhAAAAAnk… Yoouuuuuuu!!"

With that settled, we made our way towards the stadium, but were briefly stopped by Williwaw. He didn't know if he could trust us disappearing into the building for an hour when we were supposed to be watched. But it wasn't hard to convince him that the stadium was a dead-end, being on a cliff and all, and there was no way we were willing or able to sneak past them and all the way back into the city.

Will let us go, and we continued to make our way across the plaza. I looked to the two mares on either side of me and said, "How are you holding up?"

Moondancer rubbed her forehead again. "No more growth spells for a while. My magical endurance isn't… all that great."

"I might ask you to show me that one, then," Trixie admitted. "I kind of want to try it now. At least once."

"That's the idea," I said. "I wanted to see that at least once. Another item off the bucket list."

We barely made it to the stadium gates before we heard a loud… liquid rumbling sound echo across the plaza, followed by an incredibly loud male moan. The three of us turned around just in time to see the gigantic ten-foot cock lurch upwards and fire a rocket-like glob of pearly white cum high into the air. This single burst lasted almost ten seconds, forcing cum into the air the entire time.

"Holy fuck!" Trixie exclaimed giddily. "He's actually…!"

The cock swung back down and pulsed again, shooting an inches-thick stream across the plaza and straight into the face of the androgynous anthro pegasus standing as the central statue. The viscous emissions splattered all over the statue, painting it white and spraying cum even more chaotically all over the area. There was a moment's pause, and then the third pulse began, painting the statue's base and a group of bystanders in cum.

"Someone better call the fire department or something…" Moondancer mumbled in awe.

This orgasm went on for over a minute and showed no signs of slowing down. And while we stood just outside the blast radius, watching transfixed at this supernatural display, a niggling thought ate away at my mind.

For the first time in my life, I questioned the physics of all this.

"How… the fuck does that even work?" I couldn't help but ask aloud, tilting my head to the side as I watched another sustained burst arc through the air.

"Well, she did grow his balls too," Trixie pointed out.

"But the balls don't make all the seminal fluid." I put my hands on my head as I was kind of freaking out a little. "The internal glands haven't grown, but they have to be producing just as much, if not MORE than–"

Trixie tugged the back of my collar with her magic, pulling me back before a stray glob of cum landed on my shoes. "It's magic, Pascal. It doesn't always have to be explained."

I shook my head to get my senses back. "You're… You're right. I don't know what I was thinking." I took a deep breath, got one last look at the mega-orgy, and followed the girls into the stadium.

A security guard and a few questions later, we found out that a few of the Wonderbolts were, in fact, still on the premises.

They were currently in the locker room area.

Using the showers.

And I was back to grinning like an idiot. "Can we go in and meet them?"