Lyra and Bon Bon's home was my destination. I was drained and done with the day. Not only that, the significance of everything I'd done was starting to bear down on me like a lead backpack. I wanted rest and quiet in a private place.

Usually, Princess Twilight would've insisted that I stay out and about, doing something or exploring or socializing, until the sun began to set. It was barely 3 by my guess, but if there was one good thing out of all this, it's that I was done with Twilight running my life. I could go home and be an introvert whenever I wanted. Even if that meant less sex today.

As soon as I got there, I plopped onto the couch I was using as a bed. The cushions were a welcome relief – I'd been on my feet most of the day. Most of this crazy, crazy day.

I tallied up. The number of people who'd I'd convinced to be okay with my perverted actions and to give me sexual favors was kind of high. The power had been mine for all of 18 hours and I'd already gotten, what, three incredible orgasms out of it? Four if you counted Lyra?

I was on the fast track to losing my inhibitions. Here I'd thought I'd been a good person, and over the course of a single day I was already deliberately seeking out sexual gratification on otherwise unsuspecting ponies. Sure, I'd been motivated by more than a little pain towards the end, but…

God, and there was all the other stuff I'd done today. How many ponies had I flashed today while my pants were down doing something else? How many minds had I changed in ways both big and small, just by saying something or doing something or just being nearby?

Speaking of changing minds…

I got up off the couch and, after a long moment of hesitation, started to strip out of my clothes. Just to see if I could. Lyra and Bon Bon had said I could be naked in their house, and I suspected I could walk back out buck nude and no one would mind, but part of me wanted to explore the new boundaries I'd inadvertently set up.

It was disappointing. I was nude now, but I didn't look all that great in the nude. I moved from the living room to the bathroom to get a good look at myself.

I'd mentioned I was overweight. Pretty much all of the mass was in my belly, my hips, and my thighs. I had an almost permanent muffin top. I was even starting to develop stretch marks. My man-boobs weren't too bad yet, but they were on their way. Most of my body hair drew a line from my sternum to my crotch.

I was a hairy pear of a man with skinny arms. At least I had a half-decently handsome face above it, but even that was starting to get rounded out by a couple of pounds. And my full-on beard was starting to show itself again. Crap, I hadn't shaved in a while…

DING-DONG!

The doorbell? I looked at my nakedness, then threw up my hands in resignation. No one was going to have a problem with it, so I might as well. I was probably going to put my clothes back on afterward, though.

I walked back to the living room, and the bell rang a few more insistent times. "I got it, I got it!" I said aloud, and opened the door.

Outside was… holy shit, I'd recognize that gray wall-eyed mare anywhere, even in an anthro form. Derpy (or Ditzy?) (or… Muffins?) hovered over the doorstep, sweating quite a bit and looking rather desperately at me. "Oh goodness, are you Pascal? The human? Please tell me you're Pascal the human."

"Uh, yeah, I am."

She plopped down in front of me, clearly exhausted. "Oh, thank Celestia!" She reached into her messenger bad, dug out a letter, and handed it to me. "This is for you."

I gulped and took the letter, trying to ignore how, in her now kneeling position, the pegasus mare was uncomfortably close to my naked cock. She was wearing a mail uniform that fit snugly around her breasts, which were sizable melons just slightly smaller than her head.

The letter was meant for me, but it had no address. The sender seemed to be from Sugarcube Corner. I had a funny feeling what this was about.

I tore the envelope open just a bit, and a torrent of vacuum-sealed confetti burst out against my chest. Yeah, suspicions confirmed. I opened the rest of it and found a greeting card, which read:

Beneath it was the date and time, tomorrow from 7 pm to midnight at Sugarcube Corner. Written in pink pen on the opposite page was: 'Sorry I couldn't deliver the invitation in person! I have a lot of specific preparations to make that you're gonna love. Don't miss it! Well, I guess you can if you have something really important to do, or even if you don't, but I promise you: You'll be kicking yourself if you miss this! So see you there! <3 Pinkie Pie.' All the small i's were dotted with hearts.

I smiled and looked at Derpy. "Consider me invited."

She let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. Pinkie made me Pinkie Promise to get that delivered before sunset, but I couldn't find you! I lost the note saying which house you were staying in, so I had to ask around all over to see if anypony had seen you, and then finally my friend Golden told me you'd just left the market! So…" She lowered her head and shook her outstretched wings a bit. "That was close. I almost broke a Pinkie Promise."

Wow. What dire consequences for something as simple as a party invitation. "Well, mission accomplished. Sorry I… gave you so much trouble."

Derpy picked herself back up. "Don't worry. Happy to help." She adjusted her bag and said, "Hey, um, this was the last stop for today, so… Can I rest here for a bit? Get some water, maybe?"

I tried not to openly wince. I was naked, and while Derpy was not the bustiest mare I'd seen today, she was still very beautiful. There was a high risk of some kind of sexual shenanigan if I invited her in. And it was Derpy! I didn't want to do that to Derpy!

And yet… In any other circumstance, wanting a moment's respite after running around all day to find me under pain of Pinkie Pie would be a reasonable request. I slowly nodded and stepped aside. "Sure thing. Come on in."

"Thanks. I'm Ditzy Doo, by the way, but my friends call me Derpy." She came inside, dropped her bag next to the couch, and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water. I could see from behind that she definitely lived up to the fandom stereotype of 'big bubble butt.' Even bigger in this world. I chastised myself for staring, and sat back down on the couch.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," Derpy called out from the kitchen above the sound of a running tap, "why are you naked?"

I had to chuckle at that, but there was an undercurrent of regret. Here we go… "Um, just a weird thing. I got into this conversation with Lyra this morning where she said it would be okay… And I guess I'm trying it out for the first time."

"Oh, okay." She came back out with a glass and leaned against a corner, taking a deep gulp. "Mm. So, followup question…"

"Shoot."

"Can I be naked too, while I'm here?"

I sputtered. If I'd been the one drinking water, you bet your ass I'd have done a spit-take. "U-Uh…!"

She put her hands up quickly. "It's okay if I can't! I just… There were a lot of hot currents in the air above Ponyville today, and this suit just does NOT let my skin breathe at all. When I get home I usually let things air out a bit before getting into my pajamas anyway, but since I'm here and you're like that I thought I might… well…" She was getting more and more flustered as she went on.

I grimaced and put my own hands up. "Um, ah… Derpy, I'm fine if that's what you want to do. But I'm just more worried about… m-me." I sighed. "Don't know if I can control myself, or not accidentally start something I shouldn't."

Derpy blushed, but reached to undo her top button anyway. "I see… It doesn't have to be more than that if you don't want to. We can just hang out until I cool down, and then I'm off."

I mulled over it for a few moments, and then finally relented. "Alright, that'll do. Go for it."

The wall-eyed pegasus smiled at me and started shucking off her clothes in earnest. First went the buttons on her jacket, then her shoes, then her slacks, then the rest of her tight mailmare top. In a few moments, all she was wearing was her cap, a set of plain black panties, her socks, and a pair of round black pasties covering up her nipples and areolae. Just about every inch of skin I could see shone with an afternoon's worth of sweat, radiating heat and the scent of her body.

Then the socks came off, followed shortly by her panties, baring her mound before me in all its glory. She left the pasties and cap on, and walked over to plop down next to me on the couch.

I couldn't help staring at her for a bit, looking at her almost bare breasts. "Um…"

"Oh! Right." The cap came off, and she flung it over to the pile of her discarded clothing. "There we go." She leaned back against the couch, sinking her big butt into it and spreading her arms and wings a bit. "Thank you so much. This feels very nice."

"Uh, y-you're welcome." The fact of the matter was that a big beautiful gray horse-woman was sitting two feet away from me wearing nothing but pasties. I fought hard to look straight ahead and just relax, but then I noticed the obvious problem.

I glared down at my erect dick. "Aaaand there it goes. You already got like four today, dammit!"

Derpy had a perfect view of it as well, but didn't look overly bothered. "Are you some kind of ladies stallion? I mean, human?"

"Not before today," I admitted. I sighed and looked over at Derpy, not to stare but rather to facilitate conversation. "Mind if I… confide in you a bit?" I regretted how I phrased that; I asked, so of course she'd be okay.

"Of course. I don't mind," she replied, smiling at me. "You'd be surprised how many ponies like to tell me their secrets."

I blinked. "Really?"

"I'm a delivery mare with a condition," Derpy pointed out like it was nothing. "Back in school it got me teased a lot, but out in the adult world it makes a lot of ponies like to talk to you, mostly out of pity or… because they think I'm dumb and won't tell anypony else."

"A savvy mare like you?" I asked, genuinely impressed. "Well, I certainly don't think you're dumb. Not after that bit of piercing insight."

She gave me an embarrassed little grin. "Thanks. So… yeah, feel free to get whatever you want off your chest. I'm listening."

"Well… Alright." I leaned forward and thought about how to begin. Part of me was sad this was happening, because I knew due to the Normal this would just end up being an echo chamber where the person I'm confessing to tells me everything's okay. I'd seen that in enough mind control stories to get the pattern. But this shit was really starting to wear me down internally, and I needed some kind of conversation partner that wasn't Discord.

"So there was the whole mob situation last night, right?" I began. Derpy nodded. "I ran over to Twilight's hoping she'd help me, but it looked like we were completely out of options. Enter Discord with a plan to help me out." I gestured at the ceiling like Discord had towards the constellations in the cosmos. "Since I was an empty vessel, magically speaking, Twilight could just pluck some concept out of the infinite and fill me with a special kind of pony magic. And the concept in question? Discord's opposite, normality."

"Woooow." Derpy looked really surprised, but also interested. "So did it work?"

"Yeah. That's why the mob dispersed last night. They stopped being angry, I said a few words to the effect of 'let's all forget this and get along,' and they all went back home. And that was great and all, but it was only the beginning of the weirdness."

"Weirdness? Getting ponies to stop being angry with you isn't weird, it's a good thing. Right?"

"But it was all of a sudden. One second they were angry, the next, not. And yeah, it was good, but… then more changes started happening."

I paused, not sure how to start the next part. Derpy just shifted slightly, waiting for me to continue.

"Well, I was half-naked this morning, but Lyra and Bon Bon didn't mind. That's when the conversation about nudity came up. And I didn't really believe her when she said it was fine, because Bon Bon had been really strict about that the last couple of weeks, so I couldn't believe something had changed so drastically."

"Maybe they were just cutting you some slack for-"

"-for the crazy night I'd had, right. But that was only the first rationalization today. I bumped into Pinkie Pie, and when I couldn't stop staring at her breasts, she didn't mind. Even jiggled them in front of me to test my reaction! Right before running off to set up tomorrow night's party for me."

Derpy looked down at her own breasts for a long moment, then back up at me. "Well, Pinkie Pie has always been very comfortable with her… large body."

I nodded. That had occurred to me too at the time. "The next one was the kicker, the one that let me knew something was up. The flower girls, right? They had the biggest reason to have a beef with me. Basically the reason I got lynched last night. When I confronted them this morning, not only were they properly apologetic, but they offered to let me freaking masturbate anywhere on their property whenever I wanted. The very thing that had gotten me in trouble the day prior!"

The wall-eyed pegasus beside me tilted her head, obviously confused. "That's… Well, for you, I can see why…"

I took a deep, frustrated breath. "Derpy. Please. Imagine for a second that I'm not me, but just any other pony stallion in that situation. Anyone else."

Her muzzle scrunched up, and then, slowly, she nodded. "Ooookay. I can kind of see what you're talking about."

It was good enough. "After that, I had to test it out. I went to the local burger place and tried to get my food for free – and it worked! Princess Twilight was there; I got her to take off her annoying schedule restrictions on me. But then, because of a careless word on my part, she used her magic to get me off in public! And no one cared!"

Derpy suddenly laughed hard at that.

When I had the nerve to look bewildered, she wiped her eyes a bit and said, "Well, I guarantee you that somepony's going to care! Not because it was you, or because you did something sexy in public. No, because of Twilight's star power. Bet you tomorrow, one of the gossip columns in the local paper will be about 'Princess Twilight's Possible New Coltfriend.'"

I let out an uneasy chuckle. The whiplash of that situation still haunted me. "Okay. So… after that, I called for Discord to help explain things. Sure enough, all along he'd intended for me to become some kind of ultimate avatar of rationalization. Which… kind of made us enemies, in retrospect, but… I convinced him to at least not feel like destroying me."

"So… everything you do is normal? Nopony minds?" Derpy wondered aloud.

"It seems to be a lot more complicated than that. Like… if it involves me in their decision-making process, a lot more stuff sounds reasonable to ponies. Like at the park. I was on a bench, Lyra and Bon Bon came by, there wasn't enough room for all three of us, so… Bon Bon sat in my lap! Right on top of my…" I scoffed at how absurd it still sounded. "...freaking erection."

Derpy looked down at her naked body.

I went on. "Then we get into a conversation about, well, what can and can't I do? Bon Bon made a point about her cutie mark and how that was the one line I couldn't cross… but to punctuate that point, she pulled her pants down and mooned me."

"W-Well, we cover up our cutie marks usually, so…"

"Does that sound like Bon Bon? In front of any other stallion?"

Derpy frowned and kept looking down.

"And that whole process made Lyra horny… I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and ten seconds later she's fingering herself to orgasm in front of the entire park, and still no one cares. Bon Bon and I even made out to help get her off."

"Wow," my couch partner breathed.

"After that, I was an idiot and didn't get any relief myself, so not long after that I'm positively aching to go. There goes my morals! I found Golden Harvest in the market and had her give me a handjob. With customers around. Then her boyfriend watched as she gave me a blowjob!"

Derpy was blushing furiously by now, and she had a slightly dreamy little smile on her face. "Heh heh… I bet she enjoyed showing off to somepony new…"

I gave her an incredulous look. "But that… ugh… That was my day. After that, I came home, and here we are. …Here YOU are. Naked. On my couch. Completely okay with all this perverted nonsense I'm saying. Acting as though my boner for you is completely normal."

I buried my head in my hands. I was done. There was a long, awkward silence after that. Neither of us seemed to know what to say.

Then, after a while, she put a hand on my shoulder. "I like being normal."

The statement didn't quite scan in my head. I looked at her questioningly, and she pulled back a bit.

"I mean, um… Oh, how do I say this." She put her hands in her lap and started to wring them a bit. "I've… always had a little trouble with my body. Not just the eyes, but… Well, my butt for starters." She shifted me slightly to give me a better view, which didn't help the part of me that was trying to be moral right now. "Even before I got my mark, it was bigger than most of my classmates. At least my chest didn't look like it was gonna be as big as my mom's. And then, when I got it… Everything started blowing up big."

I couldn't help but look at her breasts as well, still in their almost-naked glory. They weren't too big among ponies, but still very big by human standards. "Well, they look nice," I said before I'd fully thought it through.

She fidgeted a little more, not looking at me directly. "Um, uh, thanks, but… What I'm trying to say is, things got big, I learned to live with it, and in the end I learned that there were other mares like me and that was okay." She shook her head. "But all of us know, y'know? That something's weird about all this. You're just the only one who stares. At some point in our lives, all of us – mares and stallions – wonder why we're so gosh-darn big and what purpose it serves. And every time we try to shrink it or change it with magic or potions, the magic field changes us back after a few hours. So we're simply the way we are, just like with our cutie marks."

I… had wondered about that.

"And it's not easy. We grew up with it, haven't really known anything else, and it's not like it gets in the way or anything – gosh, science still can't explain why our breasts are so light – but… It's like thinking two things at once, sometimes. What's the word for that?"

"Cognitive dissonance? Doublethink?" I offered.

"That one. We have these big ol' things that we can't hide, but we still have to pretend they're not there or just… I don't know. And it's not like it bothers us every single day because everypony is in the same boat, but… Yeah, it's hard sometimes."

I was trying to still look straight ahead, but then Derpy did something I hadn't expected. She leaned over and gave me a side-hug, one of her wings curling around my shoulder.

"With you, though…" she said, smiling softly and closing her eyes, "I don't feel that way. I can be naked with you because… you accepted the way I am, and that's normal. I'm normal, eyes and boobs and butt and all. For once, I'm not doublethinking because of my body, and it's really, really nice."

I sat there for a few more stunned moments, then slowly reached around her with my arm and returned the side-hug, trying to avoid groping her sideboob in the process. "You're… something else, Derpy."

After we shared the hug for a few seconds, she pulled back and beamed at me.

I couldn't help but sigh. I'd expected part of this. "But you're still rationalizing. You're still my mind-controlled thrall, telling me that messing with your mind is okay."

Her mood flipped almost instantly. "What? I mean, okay, maybe something like that, but I'm rationalizing it MY way, with MY feelings. And I don't appreciate you trying to make me feel bad when I told you why I want to feel good right now."

"I'm not trying to make YOU feel bad," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I'm trying to make ME feel-"

I stopped right there. My subconscious had given the game away, and Derpy and I both knew it.

Derpy put her hand on my shoulder again. "You shouldn't feel bad. I wouldn't be here telling you this if I didn't trust you."

"You can't trust me. That's the point."

"Well, I do. And so did all those mares and stallions you met today. They weren't afraid of you, you let them do things the way they wanted to, and they didn't have to feel bad about it. That's what you do, Pascal. You make us feel okay."

"The flower trio were afraid at first," I pointed out.

"Well, they did wrong by you, and you let them know that," Derpy replied. "They deserved it a little."

I stood up, just so I could get a change of perspective and vent. "So it's mind control that incentivizes obedience with feelings of okay normalness. How is that justified when I still have the final say, when I still have ultimate control?"

Derpy opened her mouth to speak, paused, and then shook her head at me. "I don't have the answer to that. Maybe it's not justified. But I don't want it to stop."

I sighed, confronted with the ugly truth. "Neither do I. The alternative is losing my mind to the most normal stallion in existence." I ran my hands through my hair. "But… god, my libido, my fetishes… it's hard to resist making them all real through you guys."

Derpy gave me a demure look. "What… kind of fetishes?"

This was getting into a weird area, but what the hell. I'd gone this far with her. "Well, mind control, for one. Big, hyper proportions. But not fat obesity; I prefer an hourglass to a blob. Titfucking, and hotdogging too, but especially titfucking. Um… Fuck, dominance and submission I guess. Mostly women submitting to me and calling me Master willingly, but none of that pain and degradation stuff. It's specific. Um… Growth in general, that's another one."

"Growth?" Derpy echoed strangely.

"Yeah. Breast expansion, penis growth, a bit of macro/micro sizeplay, a lot of that gets to me. Um…" God, this was getting me hot and bothered. Why were we talking about this again? Was I trying to run it by her to see if there was something she objected to on principle? I had no idea anymore.

The wall-eyed pegasus suddenly had a mysterious smile on her face. She pulled her wings in, sat up straight, and reached for the pasties she'd left on her breasts.

With a quick tug, both of them peeled off. Pink energy dispersed as the shiny material departed from her body. I could see her areolae, big and puffy, and her nipples, thick and soft.

And then, slowly, they started getting closer to me.

My eyes crossed and then refocused. I got tunnel vision. There was nothing left in the world besides that big gray bosom and the amazing mare behind it. And I wasn't just imagining things; with every second, those breasts got a little bit fatter, thrust a little bit farther, and filled a little bit more space in Derpy's lap.

"Yeah, so…" Derpy's voice was stilted and breathy. "Ooh… Minimizer enchantments are expensive, but I saved up. When I said I got big… I got big. I just don't like to show everypony."

They weren't stopping, even as her stomach disappeared behind them. Her hands roamed along their sides and pressed them together gently, making the tops rise closer to her face. "But for you, Pascal… They can be my new normal. Can I return the favor and… make YOU feel normal with your desires… Master?"

Somehow that shocked me even more than her expanding breasts. I looked up at her blushing face. "But… I didn't ask you to…"

"You didn't. I want to. As thanks." She leaned forward, causing her now giant tits to wobble in response. "Now hurry. They're almost done. I want you to feel it… Master."

Robotically, I moved towards her, kneeling down and raising my hands up to cup that magnificent bosom. My cock throbbed intensely at first contact; my first time touching any bare breasts at all. And such a massive pair, at that!

I could feel what she was talking about. An insistent pressure coming from deep within those squishy mounds, pushing my hands back as they took up more and more space between us, until…

I pulled my hands back and saw them in all their glory. Sitting down, her nipples just barely went further out than her knees, the rest of them filling up all the space in her lap and in the reach of her arms. They only sagged enough to give the impression of their immense weight, but sustained a pleasing roundness that swept out to hide her arms and up to create a bubbly cleavage on top.

Derpy reached under the giant masses and lifted them up from beneath, her hands successfully raising them off her lap and offering them to me, jiggling and wobbling all the while. "Please…" was all she said.

I couldn't muster a vocal response. Instead, I put my hands back on her nipples, which were now easily thicker than my thumb. My palm couldn't cover her entire areolae. Slowly, I rubbed up and along the sides in gentle circles, my hands insufficient to cover their majesty in one pass. My hands ventured into her cleavage, feeling both breasts swallow me up until I reached her sternum, a little more than elbow-deep. Then, with my whole arms, I stroked the huge boobs in giant circles, spiraling closer and closer until I found my hands back on her nipples. I squeezed.

Derpy, who'd been lightly moaning up to this point, let out a cry of pleasure. "That's good…! More…"

I squeezed and squeezed and groped and groped. Soon, my hands found their way all over those breasts, gripping it, shaking it, twisting it, causing ripples of delight across both the impossible bosom and my partner's face. I dove my head in between her breasts and squeezed them around me, burying myself completely in her massive mammaries.

I was so consumed by tit-lust that my hips started to thrust on their own, my cock dripping pre and trying vainly to get just a little bit closer to the object of my deep-seated desires.

She felt my erection poke at her legs. "Master, yes, please, do what you want to them… I want to make everything feel better for you…"

Finally I came up for air. I was delirious. I stood up, my cock brushing up against the underside of one massive breast, and I nearly came right there. Just looking at them was pushing me further and further, driving me to a hands-free orgasm just by indulging my juvenile mind.

Before I lost control, I gripped her tits by the sides and thrust between them, burying all six inches into her flesh. It barely made a dent, but I didn't care. I spurted over and over again, losing what felt like cups of seed in her cleavage.

I kept on thrusting. My cock only lost a little bit of hardness before it was back in action. It didn't matter if the flesh was weak; the spirit was willing, so willing that it transcended such things as stamina, just for one night.

I pounded her breasts dozens of times before coming again. The little bit of boobflesh I could reach was getting slippery with my cum, as was my cock. Yet I couldn't even see it, it was so deep within. And still I kept thrusting. My body cried out in protest, but its concerns were as quiet as a mouse in the face of my roaring, unsatisfied lust. My cock took a while longer to get hard, but not that much longer.

There hadn't been words between us for a while, but Derpy seemed to be enjoying herself too. Every few thrusts she'd squeak or moan in that cute voice of hers. Her breasts were jiggling like mad, and it seemed like the friction was pleasing to her. If I'd had any higher brain functions at that moment, I might've wondered how sensitive her breasts were at this size. Mainly my concerns were wishing for a bigger cock so I could fuck even more of her amazing tits.

I started to tire. I was getting close to my third cum, but my legs were getting tired from the thrusting. As I slowed down, Derpy said, "Wait, Master. Follow my lead."

She got up, her breasts not hindering her at all. She guided me around until I was in front of the couch, and I was pushed down. She knelt down in front of me, her breasts filling up MY lap now and smothering my dick with it. Even leaning back, her nipples rubbed against either side of my belly.

"I'll take care of the rest, Master. Just let me know when you're done." She then reached under her tits and started to lift them, push them, jiggle them, all to stimulate my cock.

I threw my head back and moaned even louder. This was it. This was everything I'd wildly dreamed of. The sheer physical and mental satisfaction beyond anything I'd ever experienced was reducing me to a drooling, twitching mess as the mare known as Derpy titfucked me with her giant rack.

I came, almost without ceremony. It was just expected now. I needed to fuck these tits, therefore I would fuck them, and cum between them. It happened as robotically and automatically as walking or breathing. My pleasure was too intense for my third peaking to even make a difference.

And then she slowed down. The intense jiggling and squeezing and shaking gave way to a gentle massage, just simply rubbing her breasts up and down with tender loving care. I finally decided to contribute and gripped at her nipples, causing her to cry out again. I rubbed them and tugged them with equal care, coaxing out pleasure from her like she was doing for me. My cock wasn't even hard now; it'd been through too much, but still she administered to it because she knew I loved it that much.

Derpy's moans suddenly got louder, and my hands felt moist. I looked down and saw a little bit of white liquid on my hands, as well as seeping out from her areolae and dripping from her nipple.

We made eye contact. I patted the spot on the couch next to me.

Derpy climbed onto the furniture and pressed her boobs into my face and chest. I leaned in and gripped a thick nipple with my lips. I savored the texture of it for a second, then sucked hard once. I was rewarded with a spray of milk directly into my mouth. I started to suck rhythmically, gulping down her essence like Golden Harvest had done to me earlier today.

I was big on dairy and milk, but this was something else. To say it was delicious didn't do it justice. When it entered my body, I could feel it filling me with warmth and joy, as if my body was saying, 'Yes! There are so many nutrients in this! We have needed these for so long! Keep drinking more!' And I complied. There didn't seem to be an end to it.

One hand reached around the left boob I was drinking from to steady it, and my other hand gripped the right boob and made milking motions around it, drawing out milk that splattered on the couch or the carpet behind it. I didn't really care about the upholstery right now.

I couldn't see it with my face buried in one fat breast, but from the way she hummed at me I could tell Derpy had a warm, comforting smile on her face while I suckled from her. A hand reached down across my thigh and gripped my soft cum-slick cock. She began to stroke, and I groaned into her breast.

Despite having had three orgasms right in a row, my cock gradually rose up again. It started to hurt, though. My lust had become inhuman, almost supernatural, but I could tell that this was going to be the last one for tonight.

She stroked, and I sucked and tugged and groped. Derpy began to gasp, and the flow of milk into my mouth increased from a trickle to a stream, and I struggled to keep swallowing more of it. I was forgetting to breath through my nose, and my stomach was getting full. This just made me hotter, though, and my cock reached full hardness in no time.

"Yeah… so close…"

My eyes widened. That hadn't been me, that was her.

"Keep sucking…! Almost there…!"

Derpy let out a long, deep moan, and the milk from her breast suddenly burst into my mouth with incredible speed. I coughed and spluttered, and it went spilling down my chin. At the same time, she gripped my cock tightly, causing me to shoot off my last few spurts of cum for the night. Meanwhile, her breasts kept pumping out milk, drenching me and the couch in what seemed like gallons of the stuff.

Both of us were left gasping, out of breath. Derpy was still shuddering even as her milk production slowed to a crawl. She leaned back against the couch, rubbing her breasts lightly and whimpering at the sensations. I was just nearly dead to the world. I was full and satisfied on every possible level, but I could barely move now.

When her breasts had finally stopped producing, and her pussy stopped twitching against the cushions, she looked over at me with those big mismatched golden eyes and smiled. "That was fun."

I grinned back. "Thank you."

"Thank YOU. I haven't had a full boob-orgasm like that in years. These… things can be hard to stimulate at this size."

I swallowed, still tasting milk in my mouth. "You have those here?" At that incredibly arousing revelation, I looked at my dick. Still soft. Not even so much as a twinge of arousal. "Whew! I think we finally killed it."

"Yay!" she cheered. "We defeated the 'monster!'"

"It'll be back tomorrow, though," I pointed out wistfully.

"Oh no. Guess you'll have to go on more adventures," Derpy teased me. She looked around for a while, then finally found what she was looking for: her enchanted black pasties. She sighed as she looked at them, then at her pile of discarded clothes. "Wish I didn't have to squeeze back into that thing tonight… But I should probably be heading home now."

I thought back to Lyra. "Hey, Derpy." When I had her attention, I said, "How about… I give you permission to be naked or at least topless whenever it's convenient? And if anyone says anything or complains, you can tell them the human said it was okay."

Derpy's eyes teared up a little. "Really?!"

"I don't know if it'll work, but I have a theory that it should. It'll make a good test, and if it pans out… Well, I should be paying you back with something, I think."

She leaned in and gave me a big hug, from the front this time, her breasts crushing between us until they were pressing against my chin. "Thank you, Pascal. You're the best."

"Honestly, I'm terrible," I half-joked. "But… if no one's complaining, and I'm not actually hurting anyone… I guess I can live with being terrible. So, thanks, Derpy. For all of this."

"You're welcome." She released me from her tit-filled hug and gasped at the stains on the couch, carpet, and walls. "Oh, fiddlesticks! We made a mess of Lyra and Bon Bon's living room!"

I laughed, then groaned as I got up from the couch. "Then let's try to tidy things up before you go."

And so we went to work.

When my roommates got back… well, I didn't see them. But I imagine they came home to find me sleeping in the nude on the couch, which had two of their spare sheets draped over it. The scent of sex and milk would probably still be lingering in the air, even after going to town on it with air freshener. The walls would've looked freshly washed, and several towels would be on the carpeted floor, having been donated to the cause of soaking up the milk.

But if either of them objected to the scene I'd left for them, they didn't wake me up to say it. I slept like a baby. Which was kind of a shame; I'd thought about maybe talking them into a threesome to round off the night. But I figure I got the one thing I wanted most that day, and that was more than enough.

Author's Notes:

yep

that was six chapters in six days

i'mma take a nap now