Story Summary: Things have been going good for Pan Sizzle as of late. Business is brisk, and he’s even opened a second shop in Ponyville. To say thank you to those who have supported him, he decided to host a party. On the menu: Shrinking Violet Cupcakes.

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Tags: Anal, Anus, Booty, Butt, Cock, Dominance, Domination, Earth, Hoof, Insertion, Little, Macro, Micro, Mouth, My, Orgy, Pegasus, Penetration, Play, Pony, Shrink, Squish, Tonguing, Unbirth, Unicorn, Vore

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Cookie Crumble had met Pan Sizzle several months ago, when he stopped at her stand in the Ponyville Town Square. He was a nice stallion, an earth pony like she was, and a chef, like she was. He had come to her because of the cookies she made for a living. He hoped to mix his hay bacon with her chocolate chips, in the same way he had brought the world Maple Bacon Cupcakes. In the end, it didn’t work out: the sweetness of chocolate simply did not go well with the saltiness of bacon, but Cookie and Pan Sizzle had remained in touch regardless. They exchanged letters, or treats, or ate lunch together. Cookie wasn’t surprised when she opened her mailbox and found a letter from the chef. She got one from him almost every week. This letter said she was cordially invited to a party, to be held at the Sugarcube Corner.  Curious, but trusting Pan Sizzle, she trotted to the bakery that night.

Sugarcube Corner was closed, but she casually rapped her hoof on the door and waited patiently to be greeted. She expected Pan Sizzle to open the door, but instead it was a pegasus stallion, light red in color, with handsome teal eyes. Cookie was slightly nervous about this new pony, as she tended to be around strangers, but he smiled good naturedly. “You got a letter too?”

Cookie nodded.

“Sorry to ask, but would you mind if I see it? Pan doesn’t want any party crashers. You might be Pinkie Pie in a costume.”

Cookie Crumble bit her lip. She hadn’t even thought to bring the letter, guessing it would only be her and Pan Sizzle the whole night.

“Who’s at the door, Chiv?”

That was Pan Sizzle’s voice, and sure enough, the lanky earth stallion came trotting over to stand beside the pegasus. Pan Sizzle’s eyes brightened as he looked over Cookie, putting her nervousness at ease. “Glad you could make it, CiCi. You’re the last one to arrive. Come on in.”

Shrugging, the stocky pegasus turned and trotted back into the bakery. Pan Sizzle stepped to his side and let Cookie pass before closing the door and setting all three of the locks into place.

“So what’s going on,” Cookie asked. “The invitation just said there was going to be a party?”

“Oh yeah, a party. Very special party for very special guests.” He looked over his shoulder, grinned, and resumed looking ahead.

Cookie Crumble was led into the main room of the bakery, the area with the display case and the service counter towards the back. Usually filled with dining tables and confections on full display, everything not nailed down had been removed. The only occupants were several ponies of varying size, breeds, and colors. The pegasus who had answered the door, Chiv, was now chatting amicably with a royal blue unicorn mare who was sipping a cup of tea. A second unicorn mare was sitting at the table, sipping a drink, but didn’t seem to be engaged in the conversation. A brown earth pony with splotches of mint green was lounging on the ground, perhaps napping since he didn’t even lift his head as Cookie Crumble and Pan Sizzle came trotting in. Cookie recognized him quickly, and trotted over so she could nudge him with her hoof. He blinked, lifting his head and looking to Cookie, who smiled. “Nice to see you, Minty,” she said.

“And you too, CiCi,” the stallion said with a soft yawn.

Balancing a large tray of cupcakes on his back, Pan Sizzle trotted into the center of the dining area and carefully set them down. There were eight cupcakes in total, each far enough apart from the other it was clear everyone was meant to get only one. “Come on,” Pan Sizzle said. “Come on. Time for the party to start.”

Yawning, Caramel Mint rose from the floor and trotted to the circle, Cookie sitting beside him, but far enough away she would have a cupcake of her own. The rest of the ponies came along and sat down at a respectful distance, while Pan Sizzle sat at the head of the little group.

“So,” he started. “You all know me, and most of you know each other, but let’s just go around the room, and everyone give their names.” He placed a hoof on his chest and straightened his back. “I’m Pan Sizzle.”

Caramel Mint and Cookie Crumble both introduced themselves. Chiv, the pony who had greeted Cookie at the door, gave his full name as “Chiv Cortland.”

Beside him, the blue unicorn mare sat up. “Union Jack.”

A steel colored pegasus stallion cleared his throat. “Sketch Way.”

“Splatter Paint,” said a unicorn with white fur and blue eyes. His cutie mark was splatters of paint in various colors, which Cookie found amusing for reasons she was not sure of.

“P.T. Brush,” said the final mare, a pegasus, with grey fur and a white, fluffy mane and tail. Since she was last to introduce herself, she turned to Pan Sizzle and asked, “So why did you call us all here?”

Pan Sizzle looked around at his assorted guests, and smiled. “It was a year ago today that I moved to Ponyville. You’re all my friends: you’ve helped me with marketing my business, coming up with recipes, helping me write articles for the local paper, or just being there. I want to thank each and every one of you for that.”

There were smiles throughout the little group. Awkward shuffles and nudges with shoulders in pony signs of affection.

“Anyway, you’re all familiar with Shrinking Violet, right? Pinkie bakes cupcakes with it for special orders? Each cupcake before you has a measure of the plant.” Pan Sizzle reached down, scooping his own pastry up. “Think of this as shrinking roulette. If you don’t want to play, I understand. But if you want to join me… we can have some fun.” Opening his mouth wide, Pan Sizzle popped the entire cupcake in, all at once.

Pinkie Pie had done an exceptional job with this batch of treats, and Pan Sizzle took a moment to squish the cake up against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He savored the explosion of flavor that washed over every taste bud in his mouth. Shrinking Violet wasn’t the most delicious root in Equestria. It wasn’t revolting, but it was far from delectable, so savvy bakers offset the taste with vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Rolling the mouthful with his tongue, Pan Sizzle focused his senses, but try as he might, he could not taste a trace of Shrinking Violet. He was a little worried about that. Despite what he had said, he had cheated in the roulette, and set the pan down so he would receive a cupcake absolutely brimming with the shrinking herb. That day he had shrunk with Pinkie, he had learned he absolutely adored being tiny. Nibbling softly with his teeth, he mashed the flavorful mush into an even finer paste. His sloppy saliva and gentle pressing had broken the cupcake down enough it took nothing more than tilting his head back and gulping softly to send the entire mouthful into his belly. His throat muscles rolled with efficiency, and he was delighted at the pleasant plop of the treat inside his gut. Sitting back, he kneaded his belly with a hoof, treating it with the same care he did dough for baking. Pan Sizzle was far from a plump pony, but there was just enough squish he could enjoy working his midriff, rubbing it to help digest.

Looking around the room, everypony was in various states of eating their own confection. Chiv was suckling his hoof to steal every last bit of flavor, and Brush was nibbling with cute bites. Union Jack had finished her cupcake, and was pouring herself a cup of tea. Pan Sizzle yawned softly before settling on the ground, folding his legs neatly beneath his body. The ground wasn’t especially comfortable, but the effects of the Shrinking Violet were already gripping him. “You’ll be sleepy,” he said. “Don’t worry, that’s natural. When you wake up, the shrinking should be done.” He smiled. “And then the fun begins.”

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It wasn’t a surprise for Pan Sizzle that he was the first to wake up from the cupcake-induced nap. He had experimented with the herbs quite a bit with some of his friends, Pinkie Pie included, so he had gained a tolerance for it. That was one reason he gave himself the largest dosage (the other, of course, he adored being tiny). With a yawn and a cute stretch, as if his waking was no different than usual, he got to his hooves. Cookie Crumble and Caramel Mint were laying beside him. Both were quite small, though just a smidge larger than he was. He nudged both in turn, and when they were on their hooves, he guided them towards Chiv Cortland, who must have gotten a cupcake with a miniscule dosage of Shrinking Violet, since he was absolutely monolithic to the trio. Before they could reach him however, they felt quakes rumble through the ground, and swerving around, they saw an absolutely gargantuan Splatter Paint trotting towards them. Consumed by excitement, she seemed completely oblivious that her hooves were like mountains falling for the shrunken three. They were actually frightened she would end up stepping on them in her enthusiasm, but she managed to get a hold of herself a step or two from them. Plopping to her belly, and sending a gust of wind that blew Cookie and Caramel back, she leaned her head forward. Her blue eyes were opened wider than Pan Sizzle’s whole body as they focused in on the earth stallion, who was shaking just a bit. Even experienced in shrinking as he was, it was still quite frightening to know your life was in another’s hooves so completely.

“By the sun,” Splatter Paint said, pausing after each word for added emphasis. Reaching a hoof forward, she gently poked Pan Sizzle with the tip, though a gentle tap from her was a solid knock that planted him on his rump. Giggling bubbly, she gave an apologetic gaze. Cookie and Caramel got to their hooves and trotted back to Pan Sizzle’s side.

“I didn’t hurt you little fellas, right?” Splatter Paint asked. Much to her relief, Cookie and Caramel shook their heads, no.

Pan Sizzle explained, “It’s the Violet. Makes you more durable, though it helps that we’re earth ponies, too.”

Much more careful this time, Splatter Paint reached a hoof out and gently pushed it against Pan Sizzle. Bracing himself, Pan Sizzle pushed back. The massive wall of white yielded against his efforts, enough that he remained in his spot. Splatter Paint giggled at the impromptu hoof rub, before pulling her hoof back and resting her head in it. She just wanted to stare, wanted to savor the sight of three shrunken earth ponies before her, when an odd scent caught her attention. Looking down at the hoof, she lifted it to her snout and softly sniffed. Although subtle, there was a greasy, bacony smell carried on the wall of mushy white. Leaning her head down, she sniffed at Pan Sizzle, who chuckled under the tugging gust.

“You smell delicious!” Splatter Paint said. Perhaps it was her normal voice, but for the three, it was a hurricane shout. Casting her blue eyes to Cookie and Caramel, she scooted forward on her belly until she could stretch her neck out and push her nostrils against the two. Sniffing softly, their unique scents touched a spot deep inside her and made her great body shake. “You all do… you all smell…” Splatter Paint licked the heavy drool that was rushing down her moist lips. “Say… uhm… I’m just wondering… mind if I maybe taste you?” she asked.

Pan Sizzle nodded his cute little head and trotted forward. Splatter Paint looked to the other two ponies, hopeful, and let a little squeal slip out of her lips as both Cookie and Caramel trotted forth, coming to stand beside Pan Sizzle. Licking her lips again to wipe away the drool, Splatter Paint suddenly dipped her head down. Dragging her tongue over the ground, she cringed at the taste of the floor, but soon felt the little pats of tiny bodies against her warm, thick appendage. When she felt all three, she scooped them up quickly and pulled her tongue into her mouth. Snapping her teeth closed, she allowed her thoughts to focus. There were three squirming weights on her tongue, and bit by bit, their unique flavors began to wash over the sensitive taste buds. Pan Sizzle was salty and meaty, Caramel Mint was sweet with sharpness just beyond that, and Cookie just tasted wonderful. Savoring the flavor, Splatter Paint quickly began to squish her mouthful, the drool washing over the little bodies, which rubbed softly against every inch of her tongue. Despite the roughness of her swilling, she was always careful, and tried not to suck too hard. She didn’t want to damage the little ears of her volunteers, after all. Oh, but the sweet flavor of the trio of earth ponies, rubbing and bouncing against her cheeks and tongue, occasionally gripping her dull teeth in a desperate bid to escape the sloshing, only to lose their hold and return to the swill.

As Chiv Cortland woke, his first sight was Splatter Paint sitting before him. Her cheeks were bulged just slightly, and she was vigorously swishing whatever was in her mouth. Because they were the same size, some part of him feared that the Shrinking Violet had not worked. As he carefully got to his hooves and looked down, he was shocked to see an adorable trio of ponies, all small enough they didn’t even reach his fetlocks.

“Ohhhh, so good,” Splatter Paint moaned. Ceasing her vigorous swishing, she allowed her lips to open just slightly. Curious, Chiv leaned closer. A trio of tiny heads poked out from between the plump lips of the mare. Pan Sizzle, Cookie Crumble, and Caramel Mint all gasped and wheezed for breath as Splatter Paint panted through her nose. They cutely squirmed until their respective chests were resting on the moist, smooth, soft lips and they could breathe fresh air. Chiv worried about them, until he saw Pan Sizzle take one final, deep breath. Bracing his hooves on the squishy lips, the shrunken baker shoved himself back into the depths. By the loud moan that slipped up from deep in Splatter Paint’s throat, it was clear what Pan Sizzle was doing. Leaning to her side, Cookie Crumble planted a soft kiss on Caramel’s cheek before she too pushed herself back and disappeared. As she groaned, Splatter Paint opened her mouth wide, allowing a flood of light to wash inside. Chiv noticed that Pan Sizzle and Cookie Crumble both gripped one of Caramel Mint’s hooves and yanked him back. No longer kept open by bodies, Splatter Paint’s lips smacked closed. It was left unclear what the three were getting up to, though by the routine moans, Chiv could venture a guess.

The pegasus stallion looked down at his own group: Union Jack, Sketch Way, and P.T. Brush. The cute little micro ponies all looked back at him. Carefully lowering to his belly and setting his chin on the ground, he made sure to speak in a quieter voice for the little ones, and said, “Do you want to try that?”

Although not boasting the brute strength of an earth pony, Chiv was still big. He was accustomed to being gentle with other ponies or the animals he cared for in his occupation. Rolling his long, squishy, pink tongue out of his cavernous mouth, he allowed the micros to climb on of their own accord. Eyes closed, he had no way of knowing if they were even approaching, and tried not to jump as he felt the first pitter patter of little hooves indenting into his muscle. Opening his eyes just a crack, he looked to his side and saw that P.T. Brush and Sketch Way were standing a bit away from the gaping entrance. That meant Union Jack was the first one to brave the climb onto the warm muscle. P.T. Brush flapped her wings and took to the air. She fluttered until she was body to eye with Chiv. The corners of the giant pony’s mouth upturned with a slight grin. P.T. Brush smiled back, before flying in a loop and zipping into Chiv’s great mouth. Sketch Way entered as well, flapping his wings and joining the other two in the warm, humid maw. As he felt the three bodies rest on his tongue, Chiv carefully closed his teeth, leaving his lips open with a wide smile, both because it was quite cool what he was doing and to give the tinies inside some light.

While Splatter Paint was roughly sloshing her mouthful about, Chiv was quite the opposite. Aside from occasionally rolling his tongue, he allowed the ponies inside his maw to do as they pleased. Sketch Way was the deepest inside his mouth. He knew that by the bitter taste of male musk tickling his back taste buds. Sketch had lain down with his tail end facing the depths of the macro male’s throat. In the warm, squishy tongue, there was a subtle cleft that his stiff penis fit quite nicely into. Gripping the tongue with his four hooves, he softly humped and rubbed his cock into the bumps, hugging the tongue so tight it was as if he wanted to be absorbed by it. Chiv was careful, and despite the urge to swallow, he refused to drop Sketch into the abyss of his stomach, unsure what would become of his little friend.

Maneuvering his tongue tip, Chiv carefully pushed Union Jack against the back of his teeth, keeping the tiny pony pinned. Wrapping her little arms around the great snake, she did her best to wrestle or fight it, though could not help being utterly trapped. The warmth of the tongue, and the entire mouth she was in, was delightful on her fur. The saliva bubbled and soaked her to the bone, matting down her mane and tail. Harder and harder the tongue pressed into her, squeezing until it was almost painful, only to retreat back. She slid over the teeth, and through hazy eyes watched as the great snake slithered about.

Reaching into his cheek pocket, Chiv scooped out P.T. Brush. Holding her on the tip, he moved his tongue back to Union Jack, and squished both the delightful mares against the roof of his mouth. He felt them squirm and hump eagerly, before easing the pressure and allowing them to catch their breath. Moving them to his cheeks, he pressed them against the soft, slimy, yielding skin, far harder than he had before. His cheeks simply yielded under the pressure, assuring the two mares would not be crushed as he happily squeezed the sweet tastes out of them.

Dipping her head to the ground, Splatter Paint carefully rolled her tongue out, giving Pan Sizzle, Cookie, and Caramel a well-deserved gasp of fresh air. Despite being free of the great cavern, none of them actually tried to get off the slimy snake. Cookie and Caramel simply lay on the warm, wet padding. Despite the glisten of saliva and sweat on Pan Sizzle’s coat, he was still feverishly hugging and humping the tongue, grinding his adorable erection into the warmth. Rolling her eyes, Splatter Paint wiggled her tongue and bucked the three ponies off. Chiv leaned down and opened his mouth, allowing the three ponies he had kept to slide out in a rush of saliva, and join their shrunken kin.

Tapping her hoof to her chin in contemplation, Splatter Paint wondered what game to play next. Looking down at her hoof, her face brightened, and a devious grin spread over her lips. From out of the group, she carefully picked up Sketch Way and Cookie Crumble, as they seemed to have recovered the most Scooting back on her rump, she dropped her two little friends before her.

“Pan,” she asked, and Pan Sizzle wiped the copious drool from his eyes to look to her. Reaching a hoof forward carefully, she scooped up the little earth pony and brought him to her face. “Just how durable are you little guys?”

Pan Sizzle smiled softly. “Plenty. I’ve been squished, stepped on, swallowed, digested… and came out fine the next day.”

Still grinning that devious grin, Splatter Paint dropped the beige earth pony to the ground with the other two she had prior selected. With her magic, she picked them up and placed them on the ground in just the right spot. Rising to her hooves, she trotted forward. Her monolithic body replaced the roof above for the three tinies as she casually positioned herself above them. Lifting her right fore hoof, she brought it down slowly and squished Pan Sizzle beneath the supple wall of white. Putting most of the weight on her left fore hoof, she placed her rear hooves down on the Sketch Way and Cookie Crumble each.

Despite Pan Sizzle’s assurance about their durability, Splatter Paint was hesitant to apply too much weight onto their little bodies. Besides, just their slight pressure against her soft hooves was quite enough. She rolled her weight forward, smothering Pan Sizzle fully, almost to the point her hoof would flatten against the ground. This gave Sketch and Cookie a chance to catch their breath. Of course, the mercy did not last, and she rolled back, squeezing the other two between her supple white hooves and the unyielding ground. If ever she gave slack to the ponies beneath her, they took the chance to hump and grind against the hooves, so she was fairly certain they enjoyed it. Oh, and she enjoyed it too. She was far from a big mare, and not physically as robust as her winged or earth bound cousins. Although her magic was something she would never relinquish, sometimes she did wonder what it would be like to be dominant. Considering she had three ponies hopelessly trapped beneath her, she had to admit it was nothing short of thrilling. Lifting her fore hoof off of Pan Sizzle fully, she gazed down at it. There was still a subtle indent in the wall, and Pan Sizzle’s warmth and fuzz left a pleasant tingle on the surface. She looked down at the tiny Pan Sizzle, curious if he would try to run, but the only movement he made was rolling onto his back. Spreading his four legs, he waited for the hoof to come back down. She lowered it slowly, weighing down and feeling the little rubs against her, and occasionally little humps, kisses, and licks.

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“Roll over,” Union Jack shouted.

Chiv looked down at the tiny blue mare. Completely unfazed she was speaking to a giant, she said again, “Roll over. On your side.”

Feeling a bit like a dog, Chiv obeyed the command and settled on his side as horses do. He was slightly embarrassed by the erection that stretched and slapped out, lying on the ground before his crotch and throbbing with his quickening heartbeat. His cock was mostly black, with the occasional splotch of pink flesh dotted over it. Roll upon roll of horse musk was radiating out of it. Biting his lip, he looked to the tinies, and much to his surprise, they seemed to absolutely adore the odor that was bathing them. Eager, Union Jack, Caramel Mint and P.T. Brush all rushed to the cock and threw their soft, supple bodies against the throbbing girth. They hugged the penis, nudged it, rubbed it tenderly with their hooves or pushed their bodies against it. Chiv lowered his head to the ground, groaning and neighing at the enthusiastic rubbing. He bit his hoof, trying to tolerate the near painful pleasure that was surging from the tip of his cock to his heart. His heart pounded faster and faster, translating to his penis gorging on blood and throbbing like a bomb about to explode.

P.T. Brush fluttered over to Chiv’s large head and pressed against his lips. Chiv opened his eyes slowly and hazily stared at the petite pegasus mare. “Just try to relax big guy,” she said. “You’re gonna like what comes next.” She rubbed and massaged his lips in a cute manner, as if trying to ease the tension he was feeling. Oddly enough, it worked. The sweet, tender affection of the tiny mare, her dainty kisses on his moist lips, her little body rubbing. It lulled him calm and his mouth parted softly as he started to breath. Taking the chance, P.T. Brush slipped past his lips and dull teeth and squirmed onto his tongue. He lifted his head, worried, but felt her hug his tongue securely, and started to gingerly hump against the thick, yielding muscle.

He looked down suddenly to his erection and saw that Caramel Mint had braced himself against the behemoth. It was hard to tell, but by how he was hugging the cock, and thrusting his little hips back and forth, it suddenly occurred to Chiv that he was humping into the slit. Chiv’s eyes opened, the tiny pokes tickling every nerve in his sensitive erection. Caramel Mint was humping furiously, jamming his erection and wiggling about.

A gout of cream gushed out of Chiv’s erection and splatted onto the miniscule pony. Caramel Mint was almost knocked back, but in the end remained on his hooves, and humped furiously. Pulling himself out, he pressed his muzzle to the slit and began to wiggle and squirm his body into the slickness. Wave after wave of pre hit Caramel Mint in the face, but he pressed on, struggling and slopping through the great mass and towards the heavenly balls he wanted to call his home. He gasped as he felt his world lift. His head was well buried, but he guessed Chiv had lifted his cock and was now allowing gravity to slide the little creature down the tube. Nevertheless, Caramel Mint squirmed and struggled like mad, forcing every inch of Chiv’s flesh to stretch the significant girth. Despite Chiv well endowment, the body that was wiggling forced the flesh to stretch, leaving a visual cue for Caramel Mint’s descent. At last feeling the soft weight in his testicles, Chiv shuddered and plopped to the ground, exhausted.

His head rolled to his side. His jaws were open, leaving a pool of drool to spread beneath his lips. Despite the open entrance, P.T. Brush made no effort to escape the maw. In fact, by the cute pitter patter against his tongue, it seemed she was scooting deeper, towards the abyss of his throat. Sitting up slowly, keeping his head level so she would not slip, Chiv opened his jaws wider. He wanted to make it clear which way was freedom, but she seemed adamant about sliding down the warm, pulsating gullet and down to his gut. Shrugging his shoulders, he tilted his head back and gulped hard. Slipping on the squishy tongue, P.T. Brush tumbled, head over hooves, into the black abyss of his pulsating throat. The soft squeeze of the yielding flesh was beyond delightful for P.T. Brush, who wiggled and squirmed in great delight as she approached her final destination.

Eagerly, Union Jack settled in front of Chiv’s still throbbing cock. A pair of hesitant hooves gripped the massive glans, which were larger than she was. Hugging them close, she lifted her rear hoof and carefully pushed it into the slit. While the touch of the tiny cock had been pleasant and painful for Chiv, the weight of an entire hoof inside him was pure agonizing arousal. Sensing his climax was fast approaching, Union Jack pushed her other hoof into the slit and began to feed her body inside with several wiggles and squirms. She forced the slit to part wider and wider to compensate her ever widening shins, knees, and finally her hips. As her genitals sank inside the bubbling, slimy warmth, a sense of overwhelming pleasure rippled through her body. Chiv felt pleasure too, and it wrestled with the agony of his penis spreading for dominance in his mind.

In the end, the pleasure won out. Gasping and huffing, Chiv felt his testicles contract and a great blob of seed run up his fleshy tunnel. The spurt was corked by Union Jack’s body, and the little mare gasped at the pressure beneath her. It continued to build, the weight on her genitals beyond her words. The cock gaped open suddenly and Union Jack felt herself slide down the smooth, slick walls. It all happened so fast, only her echoing scream was an indication what had happened as she disappeared into the churning balls. Finally free of the obstruction, the erection began to spurt like mad. Chiv rolled onto his back and began to hump the air. Despite the weight of his cock, it was rock solid and jutting out of his pubic bone. Musky globs shot rained down throughout the bakery as he rode out a climax like he had never felt before.

Splatter Paint watched the show with great intrigue and envy. Moving her hooves off her little toys, she looked down at them, and saw that they all were tuckered out. Grinning to herself, she knocked Sketch and Cookie closer together. Corralling them between her rear hooves, she lifted her tail and gave them a breathtaking view of her curvy cheeks and genitals. For several moments, she lingered, her lower half above the two as she basked in the utter domination she held. A little to the left or right, and she would squish the tinies beneath her superb backside. But, in her heart, she was not a cruel mare. A bit teasing, perhaps, but far from evil. Careful where she aimed, she began to lower down.

Noticing movement, Sketch Way looked to the massive thighs of Splatter Paint, noting how they tensed beneath her soft, supple fur. She squatted slowly, carefully, making sure she would land with the two ponies firmly in her crack. The massive pockets of her cheeks gradually squeezed around the ponies, with the cleft of her butt the ceiling above them. Sketch reached up, tracing his hoof along the hairless crack. A gasp slipped out of him as the flesh yielded, and he realized he was pushing against the giant mare’s puckered anus. By the grumble and groan that shook around him, he guessed it felt good, and some part of him was curious what it would be like to crawl inside. As his hooves sank into the yielding flesh, the warmth took his breath away. With his brute strength, he parted the vent. The vent wanted to close, and he could feel his arms starting to bend beneath the force. Before the ring slammed shut, he leapt and tried to wiggle deep.

By rising to the tip of his hooves, Sketch was able to feed half his body inside the warmth. The squeezing, fleshy walls grew looser the more he climbed, but they were so yielding beneath his hooves, he could not get a grip. As the ring entrance tightened and squeezed around his midriff, he found himself trapped, his rear hooves kicking comically in the air.

Still beneath the monolithic mare, Cookie Crumble trotted forward slowly. Gripping Sketch’s madly kicking hooves, she squeezed them together before shoving them up with all her might. Bracing his elbows in the mushy anal walls, Sketch Way began to wiggle and squirm, inching himself deeper and deeper inside the slick tunnel. The anal walls tightened suddenly, squeezing him. As the walls loosened, he felt himself pulled deeper into the mare’s tunnel. Cookie Crumble was clinging to his hooves, and as his entire body sank inside, she was taken, giving Splatter Paint a long, thick bulk to fill her, like a pair of living anal beads.

Hoof shaking, Splatter Paint reached forward and carefully cupped Pan Sizzle. She brought him up to her mouth, giving him wide, rather frightening smile. “Thank you so much for this,” she said softly, before bringing him down to the curve of her crotch. The heady smell of her lust enveloped him, and his eyes stared transfixed at the gaping, drooling, hungry tunnel, like the maw of a sideway dragon. Splatter Paint moved him forward, letting his rear hooves enter inside her and kick within. Gripping her vagina with her free hoof, she carefully parted the lips to give him a much greater look at her vaguely draconic depths. Giggling to herself, Splatter Paint tipped her hoof at an angle. Pan Sizzle slid down the soft, supple hoof as if it were a slide, his body effortlessly disappearing into the mass of gripping, pink, drooling walls.

He did not go far, however. Splatter Paint was keeping her lips pulled open, giving him both light and fresh air. Perhaps she was worried what would happen if he slipped too deep, or perhaps the tingle of the crisp outside on her engorged labia was too pleasant to stop. Rolling onto his hooves, he tried to trot deeper into the fetlock-high muck, but a shadow was cast over it. Only peeking his head out, he saw Chiv lean down and gently kiss Splatter Paint on the belly. Leaning back, Chiv’s eyes met Pan Sizzle. Giving Pan Sizzle a cheeky grin, Chiv leaned down, maw opened wide.

Chiv gently pressed his snout against the mare’s groin. Breathing deep, he savored the warm, rich flavor of her genitals flooding his olfactory sense. His tongue snaked forward, into the spread, oozing lips. He felt a little bump against him, and then the bump retreat deeper into the fleshy cavern. Grinning at the game, he lanced his tongue out. Catching Pan Sizzle so the little stallion plopped onto the tip, he slammed his prey against one of the vaginal walls to knock the wind out of him. Scooping the shrunken stallion into his mouth, he lifted his head, quarry on his tongue.

Carefully, he deposited Pan Sizzle on Splatter Paint’s grumbling stomach. The deep, primal rumble of an empty gut made Pan Sizzle blush and feel even more aroused, if that was possible. He wanted to hug, kiss, and hump into the soft squish, but too quickly Chiv bit Pan Sizzle’s tail and lifted the shrunken stallion into the air. Allowing the poor stallion to dangle, Chiv slowly trotted forward until he was straddling Splatter Paint’s hips. Eager, Splatter Paint opened her mouth wide. The dull, polished white teeth glistened from the sheen of saliva that washed over them. From deep inside, a gush of hot air washed over Pan Sizzle, who, despite being dangled over the maw of a giant, remained almost completely still. A sound, from deep within Splatter Paint, broke his daze. “Ahhhhhh.” The tongue stretched out, licking at his limp fore hooves, eager to be the first thing he touched when he was inevitably dropped.

The jaws parted. Pan Sizzle fell through open air before plopping down onto Splatter Paint’s outstretched tongue. He immediately began to slide towards the black abyss of her throat, but Splatter Paint used the back of her tongue to block him. Instead, rolling her tongue, she pressed Pan Sizzle softly against the roof of her mouth. She squeezed the grease that clung to his fur out of him, bathing her taste buds in the savory taste. Relieving the pressure of her tongue, she tilted her head back. It was slightly disappointing that Pan Sizzle didn’t resist. He squirmed, and wiggled, but it was with the intent of slipping into her belly, not escaping. In fact, by the way he squirmed, it was as if he was swimming in her pooling saliva. Regardless, his body gave her a pleasant stretch as it began to ease down her throat; just a little pain, but that was quickly put at ease as he passed deeper. The flavor of bacon and fur remained tingling on her tongue, and she hoped it would remain for quite some time.

Chiv was already hard from the ponies squirming in his belly and balls. His erection stretched out from between his long, muscular legs. The friction on his great snake caused neighs to slip out of his open lips. Giving Splatter Paint a little nudge, she nodded her understanding and rolled onto her back. Hoofing at his chest cutely, she stretched her rear legs apart, exposing her large, drooling vagina to his aching cock. Before they freed their little prisoners from inside their body, just one more good romp…