The room was dark, and a currently irritating combination of stuffy and yet far too cold. From her niche behind a half-forgotten row of filing cabinets, Juicy glared at the rows of cleaning and office supplies, both the standard and the idiosyncratic as a flush traveled down from her cheeks to the top of her voluminous cleavage. For the thirtieth time, she reminded herself that it was her niche - by right of majority stock ownership. Her niche, in her building, filled mainly with her clan. In which she was currently crouching awkwardly, completely naked right down to and including her shaved, pierced cunt. Yes, I’m finding myself quite reassuring now.

She’d left the office feeling full of her pride of position and luxuriating in the delight of their shared mischievous minds. All along the way, though, she’d made increasingly furtive use of the old never-let-them-see-you-sweat techniques her mother had drilled into her. Specifically, observing without seeming to shift her gaze. She’d been ever-increasingly certain someone would detect the nigh-heat levels of sexual scent steaming off her along the way.

Her eyes flicked back and forth, retracing her steps in her mind as she shivered. Still waiting. How she'd made it without even a strange look, she didn't know. Every passing pulse of life energy pushed her thoughts further to the frantic. Am I entirely certain that, "Review of internal audits, do not enter on pain of summary firing, yes, this means family members too!" is sufficient? Am I certain that no one noticed… me… on the walk over? Maybe it had just been Juicy's imagination, but on the way over and even more when tacking the note in place, well… She'd felt like the pleasured fragrance of her well-teased cunt was even stronger than after climaxing over and over again on Mosley's mouth in the morning. Damn Mosely for teaching me how to sense earthpulse and earthpower actively anyway!

“Bah,” she grunted. She shifted around, getting a more comfortable arrangement of her ridiculously curvy legs. Sighing with increased comfort, Juicy smirked at herself. Settling her nerves down, she reflexively ran her fingers through her well-styled mane. Calming; nonetheless, her stomach clenched and the situation ran through her mind yet again. She shivered, her wildly, widely curving body jiggling with a sensation that had nothing to do with the cold. You're too old for second-guessing yourself, filly, she told herself. Of course, I'm also too mature enough to be sitting completely naked in my own personal floor's janitorial closet, hidden just slightly away from view if the door opens!

Hidden was … perhaps a kind word. She was just too big for even the modestly sized closet to conceal her great triple-Z’s completely. Her left nip and areola were definitely puffing out far enough to be seen, even with her back to the wall, and as for other senses-- well. The shivering thrill of the sheer uncouth naughtiness of it all redoubled the lubricant flow that had been tidily disposed of earlier.

Add that to how the cool air on her bare and damp skin combined with her damnably persistent nipples in their screaming to the pleasure centers of her brain, and the result was another Mosely Mess. She reminded herself, It is, of course, all his blasted fault. Where is my stallion? The smell of her roaring need and unquenched desire alone was everywhere in the dark little room, and she muzzily wondered if she needed to spend more on ventilation. Every so often, it was simply too much, and she bit down on her lower lip, stifling a groaning gasp.

Her toes curled despite her best attempts to keep her body calm, and she knocked her head (lightly!) against the cabinet. Nostrils flaring, and feet wriggling under the plushness of her thighs, Juicy looked up and glared at one of the vents. None of her employees would be passing out from fumes. Not while she had the money to throw at it, anyway!

Of course, the fumes in question right now, well, were her. Her musk, to be precise. She was intensely aware of how it filled the small room and seemed to infuse her very hide. Needless to say, the situation turned her on fantastically, and not just from the feedback cycle of her cunt’s gushing demands. No, the facts of the situation stimulated her like her own most intimate touches. As though her scent and her mind were masturbating her while her hands clutched tightly to the cabinet.

In order to hide most of her body and yet still keep a view of the door, she had to cram her enormous rack up against a cold metal free-standing cabinet. The resultant smish expanded to fill the corner created where the cabinet rested against the wall-- on just the one side. On the other, the huge press and expansion of her glorious rack plushly spread so far off the one side, her areola outright showed!

Look just a little down and even in the dark, you'd know who it was for certain. Juicy's well-rounded and orange-slice marked flank was so broad and curved that it did its best to remind the world that she was on display. An onlooker might not see all of the slices, but did one really have to?

Her fingers curled around the metal obstruction, clenching corners and rubbing against cold weight. She exhaled, settling herself back on her haunches and leaning against the wall. The unmistakable action of her lungs set her right nipple dragging with a sensuous roughness against the cold metal.

On display, yes. For just one pony. One dear, frustrating stallion deliberately making her wait. Juicy growled lightly, and shifted her seat to a crouch, pressing her feet at the floor. Powerful quadriceps flexed, making the perky padding above quiver. For a moment, she debated charging him on entrance. She would certainly show no mercy to virtually anyone else who showed up past that -- note.

Suddenly, a sound, and a flare of earthpower, towards the entrance. She ran a her tongue over her suddenly dry lips, thinking, Not loud, so not a hyper; not a lot of earthpower, but he cloaks... Her ears rotated and her eyes twitched up. The door creaked open. She held her breath, cramming as much as she could into the juncture of cabinet and wall, and-- there, yes. The light of the corridor outlined her Mosley's tall form, glittering in his leafsilk hair. She quivered with relief as he stepped in, closed and locked the lock, and activated one of her "emergency meeting" spell crystals. The ones with the extra sound and scent locks too.

Her mind obsessed on trivialities, even as she leered at her husband, appreciating the welcome view. They're usually for business. Just because sometimes that business is pleasure, doesn't mean I misspent clan funds on this.

Her legs tensed involuntarily and pushing her sinuously shifting body up along the cold steel. Her wonderful, delightful, cruel and deliciously wicked stud had finally arrived, and she was going to either be cumming on him or murdering him shortly. Juicy didn't particularly feel guilt at the idea of using the crystal. She just filed the knowledge away. For now, she just stared at Mosley, deliciously outlined in his well-tailored robes.

Her hips thrust forward, her knees ducked down and she bent almost far enough to press tits and twat both against the cool corner of the cabinet. "Oooohh," she moaned. Couldn't help it, not really, and certainly didn’t want to. No matter how often she got to see him, his body always got to her. As he flicked on the dim lighting of the closet and stepped out of his robe and the few concessions to Manehattan weather underneath, it reminded her again of all of her marital and amatory blessings.

Nerves melted away and she licked her chops. Her impossibly vast hips twisted again, shaking her prodigious ass in a slow wriggle under her flicking tail as she anticipated his seductive efforts. Her drenched thighs parted, toes curling against the floor as she subconsciously shifted her half-crouch to a kneel. Her eyes positively danced as she took in her husband’s form. She loved his whipcord toned body, his constant work out in the fields and what little local wilderness remained kept him busy enough to maintain a tightly toned body.

He stretched, resting his arms against his toned rear, showing off a slender but powerful frame that reminded her of her vaguely remembered grandfather. Before he'd taken his trip to the Summerlands, he had never given up on his time as a blacksmith, despite the rising fortunes of the Orange family. A gentle and quiet source of strength for clan and family, he'd kept in wonderful shape, efficient muscles that she knew her granny had appreciated, my yes.

Mosely turned around to face towards her, that long, confidant smile on his muzzle. It widened into a smirk as he saw her, and obscenely jutted his hips forward. “Why, hello, dearest,” he said with a wicked laugh, “Fancy running into you here!” Her breath caught; there, barely clothed or contained, there was that precious glory of his. Of theirs; her mother had rather salaciously called it a new treasure of the clan at their wedding. Typical of the stud, he’d just given a smug look and agreed. If she never received another anniversary present from him again, if he never enchanted her body for anything other than taking in that beautiful monster, she'd be very, very happy nonetheless.

Well, still. It didn’t do to permit him airs just because he was damn well going to be dominating the daylights out of her. She snarled at him, “Gah. Finally, you bastard,” but it didn’t have her usual bite. Just looking at him drove all thoughts of unwelcome visitors or suspicious life-energy away. Her core clenched, her abs tensing and then going weak at the sight. Juicy slid down forward, propping a hand to hold herself up from the floor. The scrape slid her slightly abused nipples across the chilly metal, pumping her milk out all over the cabinet as she watched him pull out his gargantuan cock from the custom-made sleeve that kept it from getting too much in his way-- and from reducing any mare below a Kinsneigh six to following him like a puppy.

She pushed herself back up to a hungry crouch. Her heavy curves bounced and flounced wildly, her stiff nipples whipping around as if ready to make for him on her behalf. She cleared her throat and growled at him, nostrils flaring and her tail flicking strands back and forth over her naked arse. All for show, and she knew it; here was her lewd and lusty dom, her kept consort. She reveled in the lewd and uncivilized majesty of it all, thinking, And I am his proud bitch, as often as I can, for all he’s my loyal stud and advisor, else.

His head tilted as she growled, his hand already rapidly stroking the massive pipe of his massive forty-two inch member. Eyes narrowed, focusing on her and fixing her with a heated glare of his own. Yes, she thought. I’ve brought the animal out in my urbane stallion. Excellent. His body moved swiftly, exercise-ball sized nuts bouncing and bobbling free.

Juicy felt a brief quiver in her heart as another earthpulse stopped to look at the secured door. It was washed away immediately by the rush from her loins. Not just the thrill of soon-to-be fucking so close to others, no. But the thrill of her stud.

A pleasured grunt escaped his lips as he turned, his glorious curl of massive male meat shifting and stiffening out straight at her. As it bounced and wobbled, she half-imagined that it beckoned her forward. She struggled rapidly to her feet, following that wordless call even before Mosely added a conscious gesture with his hand. Sight and lust and a sweetly thick scent of him combined, grabbing her by every primal urge beneath her Manehattanite veneer as well. The order alone might have provoked a savage teasing from her-- but that gorgeous cock!

Her fingers clenched on air as she lusted to grab that lovely pole. She could feel the hot veins against her projected grip, memory becoming almost physical just from the proximity and desire. It already dripped and throbbed sinfully as she wriggled and wobbled up and forward, her breasts bobbing almost independently of her and her shaking, shuddering rump. His wild breathing grew heavier, his heaving hips shaking his stiffening package about. Have I become a unicorn, she thought, to turn my will into reality? As they closed with each other, the flare of that magnificent stallionhood rapidly leaked his scrumptious lubricant as though she was already worshipping it. Once the first few splatters of his deliciously musky pre splattered to the floor, only decades of hard wrought dignity and will stopped her from stumbling right back down to the ground to lap it up.

Not without being commanded do so. We do keep the floor clean in here, after all…

Green Earth and Red Blood, Juicy! Mosely thought as he stared at the atavistic mare lurching lustfully at him. I thought I was supposed to be the nature-channeller!

It was a wonder he hadn’t cum in his robes, discipline of the Green and Red or not. That enticing, amazing musk had hit him like a thunderbolt the moment he’d walked in. Stunned by her, now, he thought, Your scent, dear Juicy, is all the sweeter for that tremble of aroused nervousness mixed with enraged greed, my perfectionistic darling. Mosley smiled broadly, looking at the most beautiful sight in the world. His naked wife, more glorious, he was certain, than Celestia outlined by the sun. And the love and lust of it all the greater that I didn't even have to suggest you strip...

She ran up to him, scrumptiously nigh-divine curves all a-jiggle. For the love of her and her love of drama, he forced his awe down and chuckled slightly. He put on his best show for her; his knee-length balls bounced with virile slaps against his thighs as he moved to meet her. Leading the march, the still-not-quite-hard heft of his horsecock bobbed hot and pulsing between them.

"May I have this dance?" he asked softly, and twirled her around in his arms. No fool, he kept one hand firmly on-- and in-- the lushness of her rump, pushing a deep dimple into the taut flesh, still so perky for all its zaftig heft. Taking prime advantage, he leaned across to whisper in her ear, squeezing all the while. "Why, I feel energetic enough to dance until our dinner still."

Swat! Much as he’d expected, she’d grabbed his hips and swatted one. After which she had of course promptly trailed the fingers of both hands forward to the thick, throbbing base of his obscenely massive member. "Cruel stud as well as wasteful," Juicy nickered affectionately, and licked his right shoulder. "As much as I'd love to tarry and skip and pick daisies for tea,” she said,” we are still naked in the closet adjacent to my office.” Her eyes flared so hot he wondered that his robe wasn’t on fire. “Do you know how many ponies and no few griffons, donkeys, and minotaurs work here?" she hissed. Not that either found that exactly a downside… so long as they were careful, and quick.

Fingers pressed further into the lush embrace of her fat hips, the perkiness disturbed and rolling back to almost close over his hands. Smiling broadly, he gathered her closely into his embrace. resting the huge weight of his seven inch diameter member on her luscious left hip. Juicy smirked and leaned down to that side, grinding the underside of her giant breasts against it despite the perkiness that her huge rack still held. Some advantages remained to size, it seemed.

Mosely laughed quietly, and kissed her skillfully styled mane. He took a moment, flaring his nostrils for a deep inhalation of still more of her scent. Kissing her again, this time on the lips, he said, "I'll make sure we're completely clean when we're done." His eyes widened slightly as a fresh wave of her arousal played exquisite havoc with his self control, and he stroked his hand possessively over her well-padded body. "Do you remember what we did that first time when this was all still your mother's?" he asked softly, his hands kneading the lovely plumpness all over her. "You were so certain her earthsense would be able to tell if my seed was in you," he teased.

She slapped his bare chest lightly, pleased by taut thuds. "I take it that my lord has some bit of seed-wasting decadence to order me into," she purred. Inwardly, Mosely laughed, and couldn’t help a smirk as she affected a Canterlot drawl over her delightful Manehattan accent. As though either of us were some lackwitted unicorn, he thought, content to sit on traditional rumps in traditional seats. Speaking of rumps, though…

He took to hers in an instant, loving her sudden jump and bobble against his naked frame. His hand repeatedly swatted with gentle sternness over her pale flanks. Squeaks and growls alternated from her throat as he paddled her. He replied with low whicker of appreciation as her enormous rack slammed up and down, and her juicy hips wobbled-- especially the one cushioning the mass of his prick! Each time he spanked her, the delighted hiss and intake of air proved even more salutorious than the mouth-watering jiggle of her hind end. "As the local fertility archdruid around here," he hammed up, "I rather think I know best about how pony cum is best used or not, mmm?"

Agreement came with her arms seizing about his waist. Ever the tactician, she pressed one foot forward between his so she could grind her lush thigh against his knee-length sack. Licking her lips, she nipped at his collarbone with a deliciously outré savagery and gasped. Juicy groaned out a loud, "Oooh," turned to give him better access to the soft, supple curves. After just enjoying the sensation for a bit, she wriggled thrice. Mercilessly, she teased back, tail flagging to show off the spectacular hind end he'd been lovingly "abusing." He sighed happily, and spanked her a few more times, the sheer feminine musk of her pussy flooding the cramped closet.

Her reply was eager, the light in her eyes as predatory as a griffon’s. Still licking her lips and letting out soft sighs, Juicy said, "I suppose I must concur, my lord; if at the most reluctantly.” He knew the unspoken coda: because she wanted him balls deep in her twenty-four/seven, and would use him as her personal throne and transportation if she could get away with it. All the while expecting him to keep ratcheting up his dom game on her, too.

A slight smile twisted its way across his lips, and he kissed her sweat-drenched forehead. He paused in his meandering affection to smooth the creases of her slight disappointment away from the edges of her eyes with his thumb. Not that I will let the seed go to waste anyway, my dear, he thought. I already know just where I'd like to see another fresh infusion of squish on you, even if it's only temporary. Outwardly, Mosely said nothing yet. After all, he was certain that the massive throb of his member’s gigantic veins against Juicy’s ribs giving her quite the golden rhetoric on his part.

She spoke to him with body and scent as well. Her body communicated in the smallest gesture or the largest motion, from the squirm of her toes to the brush of that addictingly curvy roll of her hyper-hourglass body against him. He wasn’t quite sure where in the metaphor her fat, splurting nipples counted as they left milky traces over his chest. Perhaps shouting. Juicy's wriggles ultimately spoke of the growth of twinned excitement floor through the pair of them, just like the vast pulse of his vaster shaft did along her side.

Their pheromones were old friends; as she lusted, so did he. Thence, the need to rut rushed to the surface, growling at his instincts from deep within his oversized testes. As he teased her and his arousal filled the air around them-- especially here-- her need to be filled clamored to the top in turn. And he intended to provoke and prod right along those lines, hoping that the time they got together in exchange would be worth the wait.

He’d added a slight casting of primal dread to the note; though he didn’t tell her. She trusted him to take care of matters at the boundaries, after all. Both of them would appreciate her jerks of nervousness with every hall footfall, with every new pulse of life surrounding them. Most enjoyable.

Still. Best to be about this, and quick, he thought. Touching his nose to hers, he snorted out a light clankiss. As she nickered back at him, he slid his fingers along her juicy, lickable hips with a squeezing caress. “Bide a moment, love,” he told her, and lifted a hand to pull his colossal cock up. As a last bit of devilishness, he bounced it and its musk across the soft bounce of her giant breasts. The mere sensation of giant cock meeting massive melons stunned his poor Juicy for the moment. In the aftermath of his shaft’s passing, he turned and flicked his tail as he left her.

While Juicy shook her head clear of his daring little ploy-- and managed to goose him a good one, he did so love his spunky maretriarch-- he moved fast to a corner. Spurning luxuries for the moment, he pulled over a solid-enough looking barrel. Hence, he made a virtue of viceful necessity, sending the weaker energies of his spilt lube into the barrel. Thereby a slightish container of supplies would be better able to support his weight. He turned again, stepping over the barrel to widen his stance and perhaps show off the magnificent weight of his mighty balls slightly more than necessary.

Facing her again, he sat, sack folding fully over the front of the barrel while his feet and balls rested on the floor. Fully erect, his massive three-and-a-half feet of stallion cock bobbed and weaved in Juicy’s direction. That same lewd fire sparked in her eyes as she let out a long moan, licking from one edge of her mouth to the other, and back again for good measure. He gave her another arrogant smile and said, "No more cream yet, m'dear.” Teasing, he grinned and emphasized, “Like the first time, I said. Besides, you were too afraid to--"

Just the right choice of words. She stalked towards him, all the huge shake and wobble of her titanic tits preceding her. For all that, Mosely knew that he taunted a warmare down to her very soul who’d have been in the van in the conquests of old, and deliberately so. There were muscles under that hourglass padding-- for all their exertions were currently mostly shimmying her hips like a broodmare in heat. "Too afraid, was I?" Juicy growled, and grabbed her beloved's beloved oversized shaft in both hands.

He groaned, leaning back and pumping up into her expert, squeezing grip. All the while, she growled fiercely at him, "Let's get you good slicked up and we can see how 'afraid' I am now, not that I was ever afraid! I just had concerns about my clothing the rest of the day!" She started at the top, of course, peppering the broad flare with kisses.

Juicy loved at it, aggressively worshiped the heft of stallion meat, rubbing and squeezing the sensitive crown with her supple fingers. It wasn't long before she drove more than just moans and gasps out of him, the pulse of his veins and the squeezing motion of lube production quite visible along the massive length. Soon enough, giant beads and drops of precum formed at the tip for her to aggressively rub and caress down the hot, throbbing length.

Mosley laughed softly and gestured regally with his fingers, provoking fire in her eyes. "I suppose we each have our own memories. Some of your milk too, my dear," he purred, settling both hands down at the flagpole-like base of his prick, idly stroking to assist in her ardor. He gritted his teeth and grunted, his heavy balls growing heavier, bulging against the floor.

The fresh wave of his spicy musk hit Juicy, and she gasped, nickering and chest heaving. He could see the flash and flick of her amber tail trying to flag harder out to the side before she followed through with his lewd command. He bit his lip, then let go of decorum and whinnyed at her as she carefully hefted her left super-boob up high to squeeze and fondle.

Instinctively, Mosely’s own hands came up swiftly to massage and fondle the heavy melon from beneath. As their purposes met, so did their eyes; indeed, even their smirks matched. He could smell, even over their already mingled pheromones, the sudden gush of pleasured femmejuices rushing from his wife's slit at the intake of sensations from her mega-teat. Not that he was spared; his own pre-production redoubled and then tripled, splurting into the air with more volume than lesser stallions or futas might orgasm. It kept squirting, the slick precum flying everywhere in response to their mutual molestation of his massive tool, rubbing lube and milk alike into the elongated shaft.

He groaned as pleasure flooded his senses, rolling up and down his well-tended-to tool. He smiled up at his Juicy hazily for a moment. Then, he reached up to tangle his fingers in her mane and pull her head down to meet just shy of lips to lips. "Here's what you're going to do," he whispered, a quiet sternness rumbling over his own excitement. "You're going to step across my shaft, bringing it up into that deliciously, almost sinfully soft padding over your gorgeous thighs. But I want that lovely rack up close in my face, dear one; I want to taste your milk again. So I want… you… close," he said with an almost, but not quite menacing growl. Then he leaned in further, right by her ear, "And because I want to feel your cheeks squeezing my prick, too."

Her fingers reached around to grab and squeeze at his shoulders, curling against the lithe muscles. Dismayed or cowed she was not. Indeed, panting or no, she smirked arrogantly again, sweat dripping down her neck and into the vast canyon of her cleavage.

A life pulsed near the door, and she shuddered for a moment. Then her eyes opened, and she discarded her head’s fears for the adrenaline surge that Mosely knew matched the fresh wave of sweet honey between her thighs. Moaning, she gasped out, "My love, if you wanted to add my slickness to the rest, you simply had to say!"

With her pussy drooling, Juicy pressed the enormously fat cock down in front of her in a lewd dip, leaving a splatter of lubricant across the soft pudge of her belly, then, cooing, let the pre coat her bared mound. She groaned and he half-roared in a sudden surge of pleasure, the precum splattering out rapidly as she ground the hot nethers over his massive member, pushing it between her soft thighs and further, further back.

Slipping his hands back down along her sides, then up and under each mighty mammary, Mosley lifted up one of her enormous breasts. He always marveled at the sheer, sensuous weight of the lovely pair. He didn't know how a normal unicorn or pegasus would have been able to handle these wondrous knockers, either on, or lifting, like he. Delicious, always delicious, my Juicy, and this is more than fifty three pounds of pure, succulent tit to the one alone! I am, as ever, a lucky stallion.

"Mmm, that's it, dear," he said aloud and then nuzzled the soft, sloshy mass of Juicy’s gigantic ZZZ-cup breast. He played with it, fingers pressing in against the soft flesh whilst he hungrily kissed and slurped at the same. "Get the head up past your rump so I spray into the air. Yes, don't worry about the muss and mess, my love. I'll take care of it, just like I'm taking care of you." His other hand worked up along the other voluminous mammary, unwilling to leave either of his wife’s magnificent breasts alone for long.

The smirk on her face told Mosely what was coming. This part was hers, all hers as she made love to his cock but even more to him, by vision and mind. With exquisite skill and even more exquisite ardor, she threw her all at him. Everything that made her a superior clanmother, CEO, and warmare was in every sensuous motion, and she left nothing behind as she applied herself.

She stroked her hands up and down over the front of her thighs, wriggling back and forth. Playing the waggle for all it was worth, she cocked first the left hip, then the right at him, and shimmied deliciously. The shimmy and waggle and her own freed lust resulted in a clench that rubbed her luxurious hide marvelously all over his needy prick. Her plush thighs had no droop at all, just curvy perkiness, but the shift of her muscles beneath gave even his member a rolling, claiming expanse of pleasure up and down the throbbing, veiny skin.

Juicy groaned, sliding forward along his shaft. The warmth of her thighs pressed in around his oversized cock as her hands squeezed and fondled it into position. She leaned forward, settling the mass of her giant breast against his face, covering it in warmth. “Mine,” she whispered as her hands seized the base for a simple grasp of their own, just briefly.

With his face pressed against her overwhelming knocker, he smiled tenderly, kissing it repeatedly. Both of Mosely’s hands combined to adore the proffered monument to feminine excess. This was his worship for her and her form now, letting the far weight jiggle free for the moment. Tenderly, knowing that every inch of her was the pulse of the Green and the pleasured cry of the Red, he kneaded fresh waves of sensation into the giant breast.

Juicy blessed his crusade of pleasure with constant fresh cries of need from her throat. Up and up, he pulled the weighty teat to his eager lips and sucked. His own precum began to squirt as she kept pulling his enormous rod up as well. Eagerly, she shifted her stance to better raise her heavy hooters at his head and squish her luscious rump down around his fat pole.

He thrust, rocking his hips forward to meet the shake and bounce of her broad butt. Her core rippled and fluttered; she cried out, loud and triumphant. In that moment, the satisfied leer on her face the only warning as she squeezed in fast, little pumps from ass to thighs, working his rod hard. The wide expanse of his flare made luscious waves in the crack of her squishy ass, pushing the jiggly, pert flesh out, only to have it press back in along the broad girth with a bouncy wobble.

Every so often, a nearby lifesign passed by. Most, Juicy ignored, but every time someone stopped-- to read the note? Or considering trying the door, perhaps. Every time the indelible mark of ‘pony’ hesitated by the warded door, he felt a renewed shudder run the length of her entire body, a fresh wave of her honey pouring like a waterfall over his oversized, throbbing stallionhood. Their eyes would meet, and he would give her a cocky grin.

The reward was purest Elysium. Renewed shudders became redoubled clenching became faster squirming became sheer sensation. The effect, slipping over lube and milk slickened skin, unleashed an almost insane amount of pleasure rippling down his rod to shoot straight up his spine; even slightest squeeze from Juicy left him gasping, his prick answering in a fresh shower of pre from the fat tip.

Taking his time to adjust to the constant sliding, rubbing embrace of her lush body, Mosely let himself move into a rocking gait in his seat, huge nuts thudding against the wood. As her cries of ecstasy filled his ears, he groaned out to cover a short phrase. The keyed up druidic energies began a quiet ritual with mischievous intent, one that she’d approve of the end. But not the middle. Not badly enough to truly wish to stop, but…

Submissive in-- ah-- bed-- perhaps, she certainly wasn't down in subspace at the moment; it was rare that he was able to take his lovely, pushy mare any further than a gentle buzz. Appreciate the thought, yes, he was certain, but I'd earn the dopeslap I'd be conjuring it up, as it were, if I gave my darling a midday subspace persona nap. That would leave our dear Orange Slice in charge, and then I'd have wife and daughter alike gunning for me. He was quite certain that the result would be fine, but he didn't want to give Juicy too much time to push herself into a rage, though, and so, just lightly, he nipped at her exquisitely sensitive left nipple.

The effect certainly grabbed her attention. She squealed once more and ground the squishy expanse of her mighty breast up to and around Mosely’s face. Not even with her hands; instead, she crossed her arms under her giant rack to help better heft the whole assemblage at once. The resulting tsunami of milk-laden teat jogged hard into his face, just as she bore down on his proud prick. His gift had been designed to leave her breasts feeling pleasure through lactation, not tenderness-- and that meant a gentle little tug of the teeth could pull her entire focus down to that point. Which left his hands free! Free to cling on to her immensely curving haunches for dear life, that is.

He continued to nurse and tease, first at the one nipple, and then the other, as her focus narrowed to her breasts and his cock. Their position let her wriggle and hold her breasts up for him, to him, all but braining him with her passion to grind the heavy mounds against his face. She warmly embraced the seven-inch-thick tool with her tight-packed thigh fat and rump, shimmying up and down the top of the length as though she was dancing with him in a club.

Juicy’s cock-hungry pussy, as promised, continued to join his cumslit in showering along the length of the pleasured mass with lubricant. Each new shake and each new squeeze brought another cry from her, always the same thing: his name. She seemed simply obsessed with chanting it in constant whinnies while her toes curled and scraped on the floor.

With a swift heft of her folded arms, she shoved her amazingly oversized breasts up even higher for him to switch from breast to breast. As she did, he hungrily drank down the warm, creamy milk, using his teeth and tongue to tease her areolae and nipples in between slurps. Since Juicy was handling the upwards situation, as it were, Mosely felt free to stroke his hands out around the blossoming rack enveloping his head, expertly fondling his way through the soft, sensitive expanse. He was instantly rewarded threefold; the rush of femme juices down his prick, the tightening pump and push of her lush, squishy thighs and lusher, squishier rump, and that most lovely of sounds-- Juicy cumming, gasping and moaning as she lost her hold on her dignity and simply threw herself into her climax.

And against him, against the solid wall of his earth pony strength, holding her in her thrashing, spasming orgasm. "Music to my ears, dearest," Mosely whispered before once more stroking his teeth lightly over Juicy's milk-splurting nip. He teased his hands further over her quivering hide. No matter how long they were together, each erotic exploration was always delicious. Talented fingers stroked her sides and sank his into the taut, yet giving expanse of her hips, squeezing and fondling with abandon of his own. He began to bounce his thighs against hers, and against his ever-swelling, ever tightening nuts Each new swing was used to prod Juicy to further speed and further indulgence whilst his massive member prodded deep into the soft expanses being rubbed against it.

He took her over the edge into release again, her chant of his name devolving into a strong warmare’s uluation of triumph as ecstasy crashed through every inch of her. His hands roamed everywhere; not at random, but at loving play. He knew her body like they knew their orchards; every branch and every root in turn. Soon, he had her squawling and squirming in a wild ride atop his massive member, her thighs rubbing seemingly endless supplies of well-padded hide to grip and stroke his tool. The pleasure rapidly had her voice rasping from the cries of renewed orgasm after renewed orgasm. He ran his fingers into her cushy curves yet again, squooshing and letting the expansive, indulgent flesh just roll through his grip.

Soon, though, his own undeniable response built towards a carnal explosion. Cum filled his seminal vesicles, sperm swelling and gurgling in his weighty nuts. Juicy felt it, too, and she seemed determined to push him over as fast as possible, the better to use her soft lushness to squeeze out every drop of his virile jizz. And don't I have an idea for what to do with it, my lovely, he thought. The idea broadened his grin all the further as he continuously switched breasts to heavily suckle at the other, filling his belly with her unlimited supply of rich, warm milk.

His wife bobbed up and down rapidly on the balls of her feet. The rapid motion bounced her mammoth mammaries against his thirsty lips, jiggling generous thigh and rump flesh against his throbbing tool. All in pursuit of her obscene goal, the push it to that final bulge and climax. Swiftly enough, not even the sensed presence of other ponies passing just outside the door could do anything to distract her desperate, wanton lust for his orgasm. The scent of him grew heady in the room, overpowering even her enchanting musk. "Mosely!" Juicy cried out as her sloshing tits thrashed about wildly. "My lord! Please cum, my dearest! Please!"

Scooping his legs around to brace them both, his arms squeezed her tight, their huge sexual expanses virtually third and fourth ponies’ worth of mass in the mix. He leaned back to wink up at her, sweat streaming from his forehead. Mosely groaned, "And after such a lovely… ahnnn… invitation… I can't help…" There, it was coming, now.

He threw back his head, gasping out her name one final time as his immense balls swelled further. Each musky orb was filled and overfilled with roiling seed and a huge bulge began to travel up his length. The sheer mass of expansion for his climax pressed so deep into Juicy's thunder thighs that she had to spread them, not merely let them give way to his titanic cock. While she squealed for more yet again, pressing her breast closer to his face in wordless begging for continued milking, then, he came at last. The gurgling spray soon filled the air-- and oddly, seemed not to splatter.

He came and came and came, his positively gargantuan balls actually having enough time to double up and renew production before he could even stop spooging! The soft lushness of her thighs gripped around his bulging stallionhood, her jiggly rump massaged beneath the head. That constant stimulation just kept him cumming-- but none of it seemed to go anywhere but "out." Juicy was too focused on feeding him her milk to notice at first. As the sweet embrace of her thighs kneaded and her lushly apportioned ass squeezed, his orgasm was constant, though, pouring gallons after gallons of steaming, sloshing seed out-- where?

Gasping, he kept his concentration up; sex magic being a specialty, but the moment-- ah, the moment was important. Then, he saw Juicy’s climax start to fade and her focus renew. Eyes glittering, he thought, There we go. As her brow furrowed, obviously wondering what shenanigans her husband was up to this time, Mosely began to flick the earthpower lightly through his hand. When she opened her mouth to inquire, he bent the sticky, connecting flow. With a sudden gush not unlike when he'd first cummed it out, the still-hot seed that he'd been capturing in a bubble of its own fertility magic rushed around and went straight for her lips in a virile spray.

Distraction achieved. Her hands came up to her cheeks even as she stretched them wide, guzzling down as much of the thick, virile semen as she could. Her fingers fell back and away and she began to shimmy over his super-shaft once again. This time there was no calculation; she moved in pure reaction to her greed for his seed.

Mosely chuckled weakly,, and helped his hands into the squishiness of her enormous rack again. With a contented rumble, he gently tilted up her left breast and pressed the proud, thick nub to his lips again. As he drank deeply of her sweet, ever-flowing milk, he watched her hungrily gulp down all he could give. She didn't seem to object, thankfully, though he remained polite enough to funnel his even-thicker-than-usual wad down her lips. As much as I do adore seeing darling Juicy's face with rivers of my spunk rolling over it, I did promise to keep things clean.

That look of utter gustatorial and sexual fulfillment fascinated him, as always. Indeed, eventually, he had to stop drinking from her just to watch her expression. He adored the look of her, this meal she preferred above the best Prench creations, sucking it all down with no thought of poise. He loved it, the twist of gushing, gurgling cum flooding over his wife's taste buds, filling her throat, the scent everywhere. She'd told him that sometimes his taste was so strong she couldn't even see anything; instead, her other senses just filled in an endless sloshing stream of delicious white. For now, though, when they left their quaint little trip down Memory Lover's Lane, she would go back to being a captain of agri-industry, and he her quiet adviser. Respect fed love like soil nourished plants.

With his own hunger satiated, he shifted back, tilting his hips to slowly pump himself through the softness of her lickable thighs. His giant shaft ground past the heat of her still-cumming twat, and hotdogged her vastly curving tush from below. Amazing as her full body in climax and cum-quaffing could be, he had at least one final step on his agenda for his dear Juicy.

After all, he was so close to going over again himself. There were benefits to the position of fertility archdruid.

It didn't take long. As Mosley funneled more and more of his minutes-long climax up, around, and into her throat and down to her rapidly filling belly, he came again. As it hit, she suddenly began to gurgle in shock and renewed her climax from the sheer erotic potency of it all. As she sucked at the whitewater river of his stallion seed, he increased the speed of his renewed orgasm's outward and levitating flow. Soon, it matched the maximum safe speed for making his dear wife guzzle it all down to swish and splash in her stretchy stomach. Naked, trembling, sweat pouring over her body, her feet spreading as she sank against the girth of his spasming shaft-- there. Her belly. A cute pudge, definitely, but-- for much the same reason as their veritable horde of children-- he did so like occasionally getting a little more bounce to her ounce.

Juicy tried to protest at this latest innovation, gargling around the thick and heady river of his potent cum. He didn't judge it was serious enough to stop; she hadn't given him the call-off sign, to be instantly obeyed, but it was time to slow and entice. To prevent things from getting too serious with his hot-tempered wife, he leaned across her gurgling belly. Putting an ear against her newly resplendent pudge and he moaned in delight at the sound of his seed stretching and distending her stomach's contours into a smooth roundness. His druidic control of the semen flow slowed the tempest, just a little. "If you don't stop complaining," he said with a smirk, "I'm going to teleport the rest completely away.

And I will, too; only way to keep both promises. That said...

Mosely could almost feel the indignancy add to the sloshing swell. He knew his Juicy, and thought, She won't find that solution appropriate, at all! Indeed, he suspected it had her sucking all the harder at the waterfall of his seed, her cheeks swiftly switching from chipmunk-bulging with his seed to hollowing in indignant suction just to drain it all down.

The end result was Juicy’s not-quite hyper strength, her magnificent earth pony warmare heritage put to the test, with her enormous seed-bloated stomach outmassing her entire rack. Laughing softly, he released the constraints he'd held into the virile flow. It didn't take her too long, and then she crammed her now rather plump and distinctly Juicy belly against his head. "Brute! Cad!" she called him, and he just kept grinning, feeling the squishy warmth of her overstuffed belly. As she went on, he of course listened to her, but also to the layers of his rich, profuse cum stir and roll inside of her. "I've a huge slate of meetings for the rest of the day, you insufferable stud!"

Kisses were Mosely's first response, lightly meeting her lips. Breaking the kiss, he softly said, "I'd never endanger the clan, love; I am ever your servant." The kiss, and more the simple truth of the promise, were enough to calm her somewhat. He went on, "I didn't quite let myself go. Just grumble a bit too long about lunch-- so much for small portions!-- and the richness of 'quaintly prepared' traditional meals…" His eyes sparkled. "It's not like you'd have to fend off accusations you were binging to get that lovely bulge, darling."

"Horrible male. I don't know why I put up with your unsavory molestations of my person," she sniffed at him, and then lovingly stroked a long fingernail over his lithe chest. "It's probably because you're unbearably sexy, my lord. And very nearly as clever as you think you are." Her lips quirked into a smile and she caressed her other hand over the vast, sloshing mass he'd left in her. "And I suppose I'd just have to send out my sisters and our daughters to drag you back if I sent you away."

Mosely laughed a bit, and almost propositioned her some more when some loud knocks were heard. Then, the door rattled loudly. Suddenly, her hands grabbed hard at his shoulders. "Surely, no one would risk interrupting a pre-audit…" she said. The knock-- booms, really-- repeated, and Mosely groaned.

Planting his palm on his muzzle, he replied, "I know one precocious grand niece whose stuffed head grandmamma will be visiting…"

he deep female voice somehow managed to convey a nigh-teenage squeakiness. The owner called out frantically, "Aunt Juicy! Aunt Juicy! I know you're in there, Grand Auntie! Aunt Applejack said she could make it after all! My seating plans are in ruins!"

The knocks were getting louder, the wood straining. The ward was designed to hold off underlings, after all, not survive a battering assault by a panicking Apple Clan hyper mare. He sighed, and started to rise, Juicy awkwardly hopping off his prick as they scrambled to regain some form of dignity. "Sometimes, having hyper-sized relatives just isn't worth the trouble," Mosely observed as he tried to pull on his robe and hide the sleeve.

Thanks to her husband’s overenthusiasm, she had to improvise. With a cum-gut that beat her mega-melons for volume… combined… there was simply no way she could fit into the same enclosed space as before. Thus, while Mosely finished pulling on his robes, Juicy pulled out several of the cabinets past their original depth. Clearly feeling somewhat ridiculous, not to mention unwieldy and far too wobbly for her own good, she sat with a heavy slosh from her distended engorgement.

Mosely gave his best stern shout a try, saying, "Pinova Apple, this is an internal audit. You should know better than to interfere!"

"It's just corporate things! This is for the Clan! The Clanmother is coming! The Princess Clanmother!"

Fists clenching briefly as he pulled on his garment, he replied, "We're Oranges. And while you work under our roof, you're bound by our rules!" Finishing his enrobement, Mosely concentrated and merged his earthpower with the remnants of their lovemaking, clearing the air.

This worked on Pinova about as well as could be expected for the stubborn, stubborn overgrown filly. Bless her heart, she tried what she thought of as compliments, saying, "That's almost as good as Apples!" Juicy rolled her eyes, and sent mental daggers towards her dear sister-in-law. As though the arrogant bully was right next to her, she thought, Dear Clivia, I see your daughter managed to impart to her daughter that neither I nor Applejack will tolerate the same level of disrespect as that you gave young Mac, to the any of the males under the protection and auspice of either family, but honestly, you could have tried to impart some respect for the rest of us.

Juicy found it entirely ridiculous; here she was, a Clanmother herself, the CEO of one of the most powerful non-Apple agribusiness corporations… And she was sitting completely naked in the unfortunately well-ventilated janitor's closet down the hall from her office. Completely naked and with an overflowing belly bulging full of her randy husband's seed, to the point that it shoved her massive rack high enough to partially obscure her vision.

Cursing all Apples, not excluding her husband as an Orange by marriage, Juicy thought, I suppose it's fortunate enough that Mosely was able to dump our musk out through the ventilation, but I have to sit here and this tile is cold on my ass! Juicy desperately wished she had a Confectionist-thick tail she could sit on, or indeed, anything except the bare floor.

Mosely sighed, checked back over his shoulder at Juicy, then opened the door very narrowly indeed. The slight crack revealed a very nervous, very tall intern, her pinkish-orange hide actually trembling. He prodded her rock hard abdomen and looked up to meet her eyes dead on without giving up an ounce of social status. Juicy tried not to give an immature (and revealing) giggle as, despite the gap in height, Mosely's presence and irritated practice with dealing with younger annoyances took their toll on Pinova's determination. "No," he told her abruptly, and stepped forward.

Pinova stood seven feet tall, had muscles like a royal guard, and a manic obsessive-compulsive nature that made one wonder if she'd been switched at birth for a unicorn's child. She didn't want to follow in the footsteps of her traditionalist mother or neotraditionalist grandmother; she wanted to help move her farm into the Lunar millennium come her inheritance. Juicy even appreciated the honor that an Apple like Pinova had come looking for an internship with the Oranges to learn the modern economic world. Mosely and Juicy were absolutely determined not to corral the poor child the way they had Applejack, and for the most part, they felt the investment had been paid back.

Mostly paid back, Juicy thought with a sigh she almost didn’t stifle in time. She's still an Apple, and while that means dedicated and hard-working, it also includes more than a bit of chauvinism, female or otherwise. Fortunately, Mosely's been dealing with that nearly all his life. All of it, really.

Pinova’s nervous yelps would have done many a private in the army proud. She whined, "But Uncle Mosely!"

"For the last time, young woman. She sits across from me. I sit by Juicy. Don't put your grandmother in arm's reach of her or you'll know what a house fire sounds like when it starts at a dinner table. Preferably, put her at the other side of the table since your other grand-aunt won't be here to st-"

"Uncle Mosely!"

"Don't interrupt. You can fix this. Your aunt loves you, and dotes on you much like she does Winona. She's not going to ban you from the clan even if she does try to light her aunt on fire. Now, I need to get back to tending to our clan business, so if you will excuse us…?"

Pinova continued protesting while Mosely closed the door, and whispered to the wood. An ordinary earth pony, even one with strong tree-ties like an Apple or an Orange, wouldn't have been able to do much with dead wood, let alone so fast. But Mosely was an archdruid, and one who'd just been performing one of his more… sacred… rites. The door turned to ironwood, and expanded to anchor itself in the frame. Even a hyper pony would have a hard time breaking it, but it would open freely for Mosely, and for Juicy.

Juicy growled, and staggered to her feet, her belly sloshing and wobbling. She snarled, "This is a stupid plan, Mosley!" To show her displeasure, when retrieving her hidden clothes, she crouched sensibly, rather than bend over or otherwise show off. That her belly wibbled and jiggled even more than her enormous bosom-- well! That was also Mosely's fault.

He grinned and replied, "Just tell them that when Pinova interrupted us, you were so unhappy about having to deal with Clivia that you went back for fourths? It's not like they're going to accuse you of binge bulging, dear. Little AJ's positively in another direction."

She considered that. With a more pleased chuckle, she noted, "Actually, 'pushing yourself' is back in among the Old Nags' Club." Grinning. "I think I will brag about my binge bulging, in fact…" Juicy nickered, her earlier unhappiness swiftly fading. She did like having all of his rich, thick seed in her belly, the fertility blessings soaking into her curves. Oh, my, yes, I do, she thought smugly.

Mosely guffawed slightly. "I remember when the Old Nags were the Grand Dams to you," he teased as he tried to help her re-button her power suit carefully. "Won't do," he hummed. "There's a little bit of give, but this is silk… If I cast…"

They argued about the best way to properly make it through the day. In the end Mosely snuck out of the janitor's closet to grab some spare Harvest Celebration clothes from Juicy's office. The day went well for the both of them, but the apex, as usual, came at night.

Author's Notes:

Gah! For some reason, the import from gdocs did not go smoothly. I've tried to hunt them all down, but if italics show up for longer than brief emphasis or thoughts, or any bolds show up, please tell me by PM; random tags got sprinkled throughout the doc. My apologies.