The day began early, and ended late. It always did. It had also ended with Juicy and Mosely with one another; they parted but rarely and only at great need. They were together, and home, in their broad, comfortable bed. Broad and comfortable indeed, it could have fit three hypers easily and would probably never see one. At the moment, she lay contentedly on her back, her enormous cum-bulge belly having only gone down a little bit. Her hands stroked gently over her massive, swollen stomach. She toyed with it smugly, squashing her palms into the soft flesh and watching it bulge and shift.

Mosely rested beside her, head propped up on a pillow. His slow breathing constantly drove the mass of his monstrously erect maleness across the top her pudgy-thick thunder thighs. The throbbing heat covered her bare mound and jammed up against the nigh-spherical enormity of her still-stuffed belly. His right arm was beneath her head, cradling it softly. His left, though, stroked her belly as well, pushing some of the cum-jiggle back against the rolling plush she playfully sloshed around. He drawled lazily, "You know, the one thing we didn't think of is that you're going to have to have an extra special morning breakfast if you're going to keep up your binge look."

Shifting slightly towards him, she frowned at him, and prodded a light finger into his side. "This mess was your idea, Mosely," Juicy told him. "I'm just cleaning up." She sniffed. "And whatever do you mean?"

"Unless you want to hear Clivia whining about me 'obviously' not supporting your efforts sufficiently and trying to get you to pull her into the household… again…"

Groaning, Juicy smacked her forehead, and glared at the desk in the corner, right where the last family reunion picture lay in shadows. She grumped, "Of course, dutiful little Pinova will tell her dear sweet Grandmama." She glared. "You just want to wake me up with a sixty-nine and get my throat properly swabbed since you know I won't let you run my eyeshadow before work!"

Mosely laughed the glare off and restlessly began to jerk his hips further forward against her swollen stomach. As his toes curled in pleasured response, his massive member sent a fresh wave of rich-smelling precum over her giant hip and onto the bed beyond. He trailed his fingers up from Juicy's core, tracing her massive cum-storage before heading further still. Smiling, he squeezed and petted her enormous breasts, and lovingly caressed her throat. He arched an eyebrow and replied, "Well, not just, darling, but it's hardly fair to blame your poor, overworked lord when you get so competitive…"

She sniffed and wriggled juicily back into her comfortable depression in the bed. The slosh and wobble exceeded even her usually high display of fertile excess, and he groaned, feeling his thick testicles tighten. Clasping her hands behind her head on her pillows, she smirked at him and the past alike. Indeed, decades of a born and (repeatedly) bred Manehattanite vanished in the moment, and there was his Juicy as they’d first made love. As she’d been when they were lounging about on his mother’s farm, sneering about her rivals’ inadequacies. "Bitch had the nerve to brag about holding a little two footer for a mere minute!" Her face made a study in lewd pride and amatory satisfaction.

He rolled his eyes, but just quietly leaned closer along her body, enjoying the sight of her in the dim light. With the overheads off and only the expensive crystal lamps near the bed on minimal luminescence, it felt like the huge room narrowed down to just the pair of them, their bed and their closeness. He smiled and pointed out, "That was twenty years ago. Remember when all we had to worry about were her nebulously defined threats to try and keep us from supporting Mother and little Mac after the passing?"

Snorting back at her male, Juicy leaned forward in the bed. Let not a foal-and-change-sized mass of cum detract from this mare’s points. She reached around her jiggly tummy, both hands awkwardly squeezing at the thick top layer of his sensitive super-shaft. As she held him possessively, fingers pressing bands of pleasure into the obscene mass, she growled, "Your sister is a bigger tool than this is.”

Arching his back and pressing his mammoth stallionhood into her hands and cum-gut, Mosely grunted hard. Undeterred, he reached up along her supine body, cupping her chin and caressing the responsive hide beneath her jawline. The friction pressed on; precum beaded, then dripped, pooling on the sheets for later enchanted evaporation. It gave a moment of pleasure, but a moment of regretful memory as well.

Bitter but briefly, he paused in his thrusting and murmured, "All of them always were, except…" His voice trailed away. He sighed and firmly put away the memory of his lost, eldest sister. Firmly grounding himself in the now, he reached for her gigantic far breast, squeezing and pulling his body tighter against hers. "Well!" he said after a moment, brightening up as a thought occured. "Speaking as at least a semi-professional omen interpreter, I must say that our particular choices in that regard seem to have been validated by the Light of Harmony in a fairly unambiguous fashion."

Her lips curled slightly, and she moved her hands back to the hefty bulge of her stomach. Arms pressing across and into the mass, she made her stomach bow out to the sides and below. The seed-swollen stomach thus further enveloped the oversized shaft that had stuffed her this way in the first place. Her fingers met right across the top where her innie had been forced out. She pressed down and away, shifting the sloshing weight over and against his voluminous member. New throbs and pulses increased in his proud prick as she pondered his notion and said, "That… is a rather good point, isn't it? Unless her 'threats' were to nag at us every year for decades, I rather think we've evaded those as well."

Tensing his flat hips and toned shoulders to secure his position against her spunk-plumped body, Mosely smiled and addressed the heart of her discontent. "It's just a dinner, dear," he told her quietly, and leaned further over her. Leaned, and repeatedly thrust the pulsing, veiny length of his gigantic tool against and beneath the soft hemi-tunnel she formed from the folding press of her cum-gurgling belly. He winked. “One that celebrates our joy, to be precise; I should hope you feel more blessed than Clivia.” Pulling his hips back and ducking his head around, he simultaneously lined up to thrust his prick horizontally across her middle, and aimed his seeking muzzle at her fat nip.

His hips moved again, his lust driving him to ready for the evening’s festivities. Thrust! His warm lube smeared her, olive pubic hair and the lighter-still hide beneath.soaked in the delicious, weighty feeling of his beautiful cock's passage. Their hands clenched onto each other, soft and hard alike. Juicy groaned, "Mosely… I think you're right, by Soil and Sunlight." Her eyes lit brightly in the near-darkness, but at least at the moment, he chose to exercise a little bit of multitasking.

"Mm?" he asked, and before she could answer rightly, he began to suckle hungrily at the juicy, milk-bearing nub. His eager lips drained heartily at the voluminous gland supporting and supported by countless pounds of breastflesh. His toned hips began to work faster and faster, pounding across her and grinding his marking lube into her swollen stomach and needy sweetness alike.

"Uunn~gghh!" gasped Juicy, unable to respond for a few of his steady, pounding thrusts. She reached up to cradle his hungry head against her fat mammary, panting in between each word as she spoke. Inhaling in ragged, shallow breaths, she said, "I… need to be big… but… Not going to let you trick me into choking that heavy hitter down in the morning..."" She whimpered. "My lord, please don't waste your seed on the bed's cleaning magic!"

Ah, he thought. Such sweet words; Juicy must be extra horny. "But I thought you were offering, my sweet," he told her, though he slowed-- just a bit. "Do you have a better option?"

"I'm going to -- ahhh!” she replied, squealing for a moment as the passage of his jerking cock left an especially vast ripple in her cum-filled belly. “We're going to make that smarmy bitch eat her words tomorrow, and I don't want to lose to her at anything these days." Juicy turned her head to stare challengingly at her husband.

Luxuriating in the stare, Mosely thought, Is there anything more beautiful than the sight of the mare you love making it clear what she wants and that she will have it, now?

Continuing, Juicy growled, "I say your brutish prod can stretch my throat better than any words I can cram down hers could teach her how to gulp-- better than any two cocks, she's ever even seen could." She curled up slightly, lifting the smish of her magnificently oversized breast to his face and pressing the inverted shotglass of her nub deep in his lusty maw. Licking and nuzzling aggressively at his ears, she murmured that phrase that electrified them both. "Use me, my lord, please!"

She electrified him. As always. His hands began to stretch and reach along her curvaceous body, his hips picking up speed. As he watched her squirming, magnificent body, he thought, I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing her say that, so long as the love and fire remains burning hot-- demanding I give her everything.

Mosely gave the lovely nip a last lick to clean the sweet milk from it. Then, kissing his way along her gargantuan breast to her inner arm, to elbow and forearm, he scooted towards the edge of the bed. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! went his huge member, splattering oozing dollops of lube all over Juicy and the sheets.

Finally off her, he made a little rotating gesture with his fingers. "Lengthwise and upside down, I think," he sniffed, the pretense of snootiness breaking down very quickly into a loving half-laugh. "I want nothing between me and filling that sexy tummy of yours."

"Mm, up close and personal with those lovely, lovely seed vaults of yours? Or is that mine? My clan and all," Juicy said with a smirk. With an oof and a great wriggling, bouncing, slosh of her tummy, she scooted around, remaining on her back and head stretched slightly over the edge. He remained quietly grateful that the huge bed was naturally about waist high; it made a number of activities far more convenient.

Cock wobbling and precum flying free, Mosely turned to go grab the little cushioned stand they used for her head on nights like these, but Juicy shook out a negative. "Hold me," she said softly.

"What's that, love?" he asked, turning back and groaning as she reached up over her head to grab gently for his giant nuts. Her expert fingers stroked them as she whispered all sorts of salacious promises if they'd just fill her as tight as they were.

"I said, hold me, Mosely," Juicy replied after a moment. Not "my lord," he thought. Her expert ministrations of his swelling testes made it a bit harder for him to think of anything but their mutual pleasure, but thankfully, she went on. "I'm still strong. My grip on the clan and our interests is tighter than it's ever been, and my body is fit. I'm at the top of my game, you heavy-dicked wonderkind." The upside down grin would have been adorable if it wasn't so fierce. At that, she opened it in a wide gap to slurp her tongue along the musky, wrinkly-skinned masses. "I can take a little pounding and stretching. But I want it at your hands, held around my head while I drain these."

Mosley laughed softly; the laugh abruptly turning into a long series of shuddering gasps as she pressed her face in between his exercise-ball sized nuts and began to vigorously suck on the sensitive skin. Her hands were pawing all over, squeezing gently, running her palms back and forth. As the musky skin rolled and throbbed over her hands, she lightly pressed her fingers in, feeling the great swell and pump of sperm production leading into the seminal vesicles to thus become the semen she lusted after for so much. While precum began to storm its way down from the upraised tip, above his head and fall down the column of throbbing meat, he ducked a bit awkwardly and laced his fingers together behind her head.

Juicy immediately rested the weight of her head back against his hands, lifting her chin up only to better move around and adore his mammoth fertility-orbs. She trusted him; more, he couldn't see her expression any more than he could see her curling feet past her plumped belly, but he knew that smugness was there. What was it you said last time, darling? he thought as he followed her lead. Feeling her slightest change, he shifted her head around as she tilted it this way and that to keep drenching his sack in worshipful adoration. Ah, yes. "I do so love having a husband with stamina," you said, "that, and balls as big as my rack."

He flicked his hips, grinding his enormous sack over her eager face, letting her soak in his sex musk. "Not.. mmm… all gone, eh?" he asked with a sweaty grin, feet tensing on and into the soft bedroom carpeting. The response he got was rather muffled, but no less enthusiastic, and interrupted by a long stream of hungry kisses and lewd, thirsty licks with her hungry tongue. His balls gurgled around her face, and from the hum she made-- and the almost obscenely intense pleasure her efforts were giving him-- he could be fairly certain that she gave enthusiastic agreement, indeed.

An old dance twirled between them, long-time lovers comfortable in their incandescent passion for each other. Mosley arched his hips slightly, lifting back rather than up with his hands and pushing up with this feet. His gigantic seed-spheres, audibly gurgling with their constant semen production, bounced faster around her head. All the while, he kept her lovingly supported against him, trapping her in a world of thick, almost visible masculine musk. That, and a certainly visible, seemingly endless stretch of scrotum blocking out her entire view of anything else within the dim ring of light of the lamps.

His precum rained down her, a shower over her massive breasts and bulging belly, over the bed besides and anything within reach. Juicy squirmed and writhed, wriggling beneath the anointing cavalcade, rivulets drooling and painting patterns over the triple majestic mounds. The heady lube ran slick and shimmering as his arousal reached a fever pitch; hers neared its first peak. He groaned loudly and-- despite a louder and only partially obscured growl of irritation she roared through his balls, he withdrew from her. As he moved, he actually knelt down a bit to better keep his hands cupping her head in place and gently supporting it against the rough oscillations of his gigantic cock.

"It's time," he told her, panting. "You're going to hold your head up on your own for a few moments," he instructed her. Before she could even start to respond, he shifted his stance slightly to better bob the mega-member she adored so much over her upside-down head. She squealed an affirmative, sounding twenty years younger, and simply began to lick and nuzzle at the base of his shaft, in eager phallic worship waiting for the thrusts to come.

Groaning loudly, Mosely pulled back, stroking the heft of his shaft along her head. Her willful hands and willing tongue stroked and fondled their way along the massive outline of his member. Her head fell fully into its shadow, her constant adoration sending constant waves of incredible pleasure coursing through him. His precum, enhanced by the primal half-rite of their lovemaking, dropped onto her body, sharing the pleasure like Cadance's own blessings. More importantly, it enhanced the stretching magic she was about to need, very badly.

As he neared going level, and his lube had left trails and patterns of precum from her belly to her clin, he chuckled quietly. "Are you ready, my beloved mare?" he asked softly. Juicy growled at him again! However, she also gave a less ambiguously positive response, her fingers squeezing against the veiny skin of his colossal cock. Their stroking and adoring as she kissed the bottom of his blunt flare might be wordless, but her continued personal distension of her jaw as far as possible on her own served more than enough signal of her readiness.

"Good." He inhaled slightly, relaxing his hips. With his obscenely massive flare at her face, he waited just a moment to "kiss" her smile with a face-washing splash of precum, and then ordered, "Open up a bit more, there's a dear."

Juicy complied readily, stretching her mouth out as the earth magic between them took hold. She waggled her tongue lewdly against the pre-spewing slit. As it poured down into her eager maw, she rapidly shifted her tongue up to the bottom of her mouth, the better to flutter it over the thick sides of his enormous cock. Her jaw distended wildly, like some pony-snake amalgam and he let out a loud whinny of pleasure. With her breath hot on his pulsating crown, he elected not to tease-fuck her face for the moment, and just plowed straight forward.

Mosley felt more than heard her strangled cry of pleasure. Whatever strange earthpower he worked into the ancient fertility rites, the sensation of being stretched out it produced apparently reached mind-igniting results in its pure ecstatic output. Gullet and gorge distended for the determined dicking, plumping out to accommodate a shaft nearly as wide as the head it invaded mouth-first, and definitely wider than the throat that accepted it in past!

His fingers traced lightly over the taut hide displaced outward and conforming to the veiny skin beneath. He caressed over where his veins throbbed and massaged her neck from the inside; gasped as she responded to the constant stream of stretch-sensation by humming around his massive maleness, her tongue lapping eagerly above it from her upside-down mouth. Her fingers reached forth, greedy for more shaft, trying to grasp his heavy-hanging nuts, but not quite there, not just yet.

He knew he had to be careful with his dear Juicy. So he took tender care in their obscene joining, stretching his shaking hands up to support her head again as soon as possible. Every choke, every gag of her well-fucked throat sent waves of pleasure through him, but he refused to lose himself in the waves of constant sensation. He had her arching her back, jiggling and wobbling her massive breasts and bigger, cum-stuffed belly. Indeed, soon enough, he felt the warm of his prior-spent seed on his cock. He was safe from anything in her stomach, much like she able still to breath-- if barely enough, and with her gag reflex placed firmly into her control-- the little that she hadn't ruthlessly removed herself long ago in her insatiable desire to gobble down his triumphant tool. She wanted it, and wanted it all, now.

Mosley shuddered and gasped as he felt her cheeks hollow against the sides of his supersized member, precum now flowing completely freely into her well-stuffed body. He pushed further, and further in, until his balls were positively bouncing off her forehead. The thrust filled her world with the gurgling slosh of his heady-scented nuts. That, it seemed, had been what she'd been waiting for, or looking for; whatever it might be, she had it.

She climaxed, then, the unique gift of his power flowing through her. He couldn't even reach her clit from here, even if he would ever remotely take the risk of letting go of her head during the full-body facefuck. His virile, overwhelming cock formed the core of their joining; it owned her, distorting her to fit its immensity, filling her constricted airways with his musk. The deep-thrust and deeper-thrusting tower of fuckflesh transformed the proud body of a prouder earth pony clan maretriarch into an elongated fucksleeve. Each new piston of his hips sent his plump flare prodding up in the surface of her already cum-swollen belly.

Body rearranged or not, Juicy remained his maretriarch. She might enjoy this, might enjoy the play of being made to submit, but she submitted on her own terms, no others. He could feel her force her own gasping gags to better squeeze at his cock, her hungry throat demanding the rich reward he'd promised. Her strong hands stroked and kneaded at his weighted scrotum, caressing the thick balls and loving them with intent, deft fingers. His groin felt utterly surrounded by pleasure, and not just the part deeply ensconced in Juicy and plowing her her very form.

The orgasm fed back into a cycle, her thrashing waves and frantic responses wrapping like a tender whirlpool around his prick. Her hands were endlessly inventive, buffering lovingly at his thick balls with the occasional dazed caresses for his taut thighs. As the thwacking, thumping sound of his knee-length testes jogging around her head increased, and the sheer pressure of the pounding Mosely gave her started her mountainous tits' milk flowing free, he could feel his body pushing towards his own release.

Once, however, could simply never be enough. Still moaning, his feet braced square on the floor, Mosely scooted himself up closer and lifted the angle of his thrust. The careful flick and altered grind made it easier for him to keep her head steady with just one hand, his left. The other reached out across her elongated throat, and lightly, carefully stroked the spell-sensitized hide therein.

He thrust back against the rhythm of his hand, his lithe hips pumping and his enormous balls bouncing faster over Juicy’s face. He used her throat as he’d use his own skin, his veins outlined in her hide there for his fingers to caress, the giant bulge of his medial ring for him to squeeze and rock his palm over at the base of the massive distension of her throat. She soundlessly roared in pleasured defiance and silently squealed in ecstatic surrender, but the main work was his, the focus of his hand on his overwhelmingly gigantic cock. He jerked himself off in swift, skilled motions, making her throat into his fucksleeve, and her body a receptacle for that utterly obscene domination.

And yet...

The effect electrified them both. On his conquering cock alone, a few gentle strokes of his hand, masturbating himself through her body, did little to add to Juicy's own utter storm of submissive delight for his dick. What could a hand do, after all, that a loving partner willingly using her entire body to bring Elysium to your member could not?

No, the intended and primary effect was on Juicy, as the keyed-up skin transmitted and retransmitted the pleasure of surrender to the druidic forces. It flowed throughout her as the light, skillful constrictions of her breathing passages heightened the concentration of his pheromones, as earth-enchanted and primal as the rest of his sexual self, within her lungs.

Mosely's eyes rolled up in the back of his head as he felt her tapering climax suddenly explode into orgasm after orgasm. Each clench of her body, surely mirrored by the wink and squeeze of clit and cunt, began in a series of spasms shortly replaced by further, harder, more encompassing climaxes. He used her, as she demanded, but he also granted her an unending supply of nerve-igniting passion and ecstatic suffusion of pure pleasure.

He couldn't last any further. His toes curled up and his feet involuntarily pushed his lithe body forward against her as he cried out in wordless, primitive frenzy. Only the barest control prevented him from pushing forward on the balls of his feet and bending Juicy to conform in every measure to his spasming cock. The sheer mass of his climax meant that it started in a near-roar of its own, his gigantic seed-spheres rushing and thickening around his wife's head. He howled, a prayer to the wild forces he served, and a reminder that though he might be Manehattanite, a city stallion, his roots were still in the thrust and the fuck and in the pleasure of bodies coming together, the lust of mating and the love of a lifetime in the pursuit of one flesh.

Mosely's hands flew back to Juicy's head, cradling it close. They trembled, hands and ponies alike, as his already overgrown shaft swelled with the sudden wad, bulging out along its inconceivable length and re-distorting her body anew. Her hands darted, somehow precisely to his, stroking and scratching her nails lightly along his wrists. Their loving caress was a wordless sweet nothing to match the soundless murmurs rising to silent whinnies and roars of delight around the demanding, cum-pulsing prick.

Cum invaded Juicy's body. She might have been denied the nigh-divine taste of his fertile seed, but its burning heft stretched her and filled her, replacing everything she'd lost and more. He couldn't help it, and didn't want to. For all her growling before, she made it entirely clear by tongue and hand and guzzling swallowing that she wanted more, always more. The more he came and the more he pulsed rich and fertile seed into her ever-growing belly (her breasts, too, by this point becoming just further bloated reservoirs), the more that she demanded, the more she drained from his throbbing nuts.

They refused, however, to be drained completely. The sheer mass and reservoir, the gurgling and gargantuan spunk storage had built up so heavily that no matter how hard Mosely came and no matter how much Juicy’s already enormous belly bloated, his swelling seed always seemed to just slosh on. Forget doubling up, forget tripling up, Mosely found himself orgasming a grand and unstoppable four times without softening simply from the aggressive and constant suckle by his cum-thirsty wife.

Even if he could have refracted, even if he had any response other than to cum anew at the sheer pleasure of inflating her endlessly, she would permit no such nonsense. No matter how bloated and distended the rest of her got, Juicy seemed to find endless ways to hum, slurp, suck, stroke and otherwise ruthlessly pump his cock for the stallion-spooge she so considered her reward and right. He saw, not stars, but a glorious and primal burst that overwhelmed vision almost as much as the undeniable pleasure overwhelmed his sense of touch.

Eventually, their mutual climaxes ebbed, and he laughed softly, groaning. "Need to…” he said, his voice trailing off into a gasp. “Need to let you breathe, darling.” He smiled as he pulled his gigantic cock from her stuffed throat, gently batting away her grabbing hands as she tried to keep him on by the simple expedient of trying to grab his low-hanging sack. His massive tool popped out with a wet, messy smack! and his beloved mare snapped her blunt teeth at him.

In response to his raised eyebrow, Juicy gave a nickering snort, the fierce impact somewhat softened by the squishing gurgling from below. "I wasn't through with that, Mosley! A little fall of tears does not mean I'm that low on oxygen!" Her hands stroked over all of her mountainous, spherical belly that she could reach, caressing it possessively. "Consider it an anniversary present?" she said hopefully.

Rolling his eyes, Mosely gently lifted her head and shoulders, rotating her more fully onto the bed and pillows. He smirked at her and replied, "Wait for the morning on the latter, I have plans. As for the former… Who says we're done?" he teased.

"You've filled me up to the point that I am presently all but immobile," she growled back at him. "How, exactly, do you plan on feeding me more of that delicious spunk?"

Smirking, he knelt down, grunting as his still-stiff shaft rubbed against the bed, sending a fresh wave of precum over Juicy's recumbent form. "Oh, I thought I'd work on a more traditional style of filling," he said with a chuckling whinny.

"You bastard! You're going to end up splurting out half of my collection everyw-- don't you dare!" she growled at him, trying to grab on to the bed or his arm.

Laughing, Mosely hefted his overstuffed wife over and let the gushing wave free as she coughed up an unfortunate blast of his cum. "I suppose I'll simply have to work on replacing it as well as adding to the wad, my dear," he replied.

The flung pillow, he felt, qualified as a bit rude, as well as sticky. Her flagged tail, on the other hand, was a much more welcome communication of intent. Chuckling, he tossed the pillow to the side and grabbed onto her luscious rump cheeks. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you,” he said with a smirk, drawing the cum-covered expanse of his super-shaft along her flanks. “Tell me you don’t want to end the night unconscious from me spreading your thighs and stretching your hips, and I’ll just summon the cum back for you.”

“It’s all dirty now, you disobedient letch!” Juicy snarled at him, and spread the curvaceous thighs in question. “Get to work, and don’t spare the thrusts, you randy, arrogant, delicious asshole!”

“I’m not intending on plundering your randy asshole tonight, dear,” Mosely responded mildly. As she began to curse at him and stamp her long, lewdly lush legs, he spanked her again. Her tail remain strictly flagged, her feet pumping up and down, the better to shake her grandly curved tush at him. The cum still churning in her gut made her resultant reply a gurgle, but it certainly distracted her enough for him to pull back-- and thrust forward.

He might have teased; he might have slowly, sensuously built up to a slow stretch and penetration. Many nights he would have. But tonight, with her body already suffused with distensive magic and orgasmic lubrication, she didn’t need it, and honestly wouldn’t have tolerated it.

So Mosely thrust forward, hard from the hips. His enormous cock, better suited for a hyper half again his size, pounded into her waiting, winking snatch all in one smooth motion. If he moved with smooth, practiced skill at the hips, there was no way the gigantic flare could fit into the tight embrace of his wife’s fat pussy with such uninterrupted grace. The huge, blunt expanse stretched her immediately, but between the grasping, fluttering wink of her renewed orgasm and the sheer heft of it, he was stuck, for just a moment.

Not long, though. “Mine!” she cried at him, a demand, a need, and his precum flooded into her, but it wasn’t enough. He was pushed back by the effects of the distension magic, her body’s enhanced elasticity all but fucking back at him. Soon, Juicy’s own efforts, nigh immobile from cum or not, came to his aid, as the earth-strong maretriarch braced against their resilient bed and shoved her broad rump right back towards him. Her cunt briefly became a stretched-out O as it popped back over the huge flare, a loud, splattering noise following as the tight lips spasmed shut around the immense shaft as he finally sunk the crown within.

Just the crown in, and she was already squealing, the pleasure of the spell mixing with the friction of his cum-coated colossal cock over clit. Her toes dragged hard into the carpet, her feet pawing almost as though about to charge. The magic was designed for maximum sensation for both parties, and as her stretching pussy clamped around the gigantic tool, her clit was kept close to the vein-laden surface. All the while, her cunt became more and more of a sleeve for his super-sized shaft, but it was a sleeve with grip, the fluttering of the inner walls’ muscles rubbing and fondling him as possessively as her own hand.

Precum met femmecum, Juicy’s orgasm already in full swing. Once the length between them was mostly within her, he began to lightly spank her upturned rump, just little stinging marks that made her jiggly body wriggle harder and her gripping pussy clench even harder still. The pistoning of his hips and the pounding of his prodigious cock, deeper and ever deeper into the squealing mare kept her climaxing hard around his oversized shaft, the seal between them so tight that neither lube nor her ejaculate escaped. If inflation was their goal, and it very much was, she was definitely getting a preview on the return he intended.

Mosely thought, Not, I think, that she’s focused on much else beyond claiming more of my cock right now. Or rather, thought in between thrusts, thought when the incredible action of her sex’s writhing squirm and her backwards grind over him didn’t leave him just as focused on filling her. On fucking her, until there was little left other than feral ponies, the Manehattanite in them swept away by lust and pleasure. He had an advantage here, his very spiritual nature entwining with his self-control and dedication to her to let him control his thrusts and aim his grunting, grinding penetration of her body. As his huge balls, full and overfull of cum as they promised to make her, swung closer and closer to his wife, he was at least able part of the time able to concentrate on the skill of it, the art of pleasuring her.

It wasn’t that Juicy was any less strong-willed than he. But with her clit and G and every other pleasurebound nerve all but conforming to his huge horescock in the distension, with that strong will focused on submission and surrender as well as the returning claim upon him, she simply had no need to control herself and less experience with doing so at precisely such a moment at this. She didn’t have to.

Mosely took it all on himself, restraining his senses and forcing himself to greater endurance on her behalf. He worked to drive her wild on both their behalfs, and her grunting, nickering cries of mind-blanking delight were as much praise as the sheer athletic force of her counterthrusts despite her once-more inflating belly. She slammed her heels down hard into the carpet and grabbed the bed so hard to brace her pressing reversals that she nearly tore open the mattress.

For all she still retained the vast majority of the spunk he’d put in her, Mosely’s lewd invasion of her pussy, womb and all, was slowly reshaping his curvaceous wife’s belly to better fit the colossal ridge of his cock. The throbbing, vein-skinned member thrust deeper and deeper, and he exhaled on each thrust. Loud grunts of effort were all that was keeping him from climaxing along with her, but he held out, wanting to elongate not merely Juicy, but the moment with her as well. The ecstatic pleasure they shared was sacred to him not just as a druid, but as her lover. As her mate, her stallion, as the pony who adored her. She gave in to him, gave freely of herself to his lusts, and he in turn gave everything he had for her.

There was only so much he could take. The moment his immense stallionhood hilted home, his gigantic balls bouncing off her lush thighs, he cried out her name, and it was the last thing above the level of the Red and the Green that he felt for some time. Climax. Hers renewed, his returned. The light gold of his hide and the light olive of hers seemed to blur and intertwine as the two foot diameter spunk-orbs swelled to a renewed mass, as their screams of pleasure became as one.

The already gigantic heft of Mosely’s maleness seemed to lurch with a mind of its own as his seed sped down its heavy length and splurted into her waiting, wanting body. Her back was outlined with the intense muscles that hauled her giant rack around and let her carry one of their orange trees without breaking a sweat. His hands were buried deep in the squishiness of her ass, the normally perky flesh compressing out and then over his hands as he fondled her instinctively.

His rich and boundless cum flowed endlessly. The virile, hyper-productive sperm fountained, volcanoed into Juicy, filling her cunt entire. They were too locked together for it to escape or backwash. For all that his burgeoning climax pumped into her, for all that it inflated her, none of it spilled, held captive by the clench of her pussy and the throb of his column of male meat.

The pleasure was just too overwhelming. By the time the first orgasmic release had even gotten most of the way spent, his oversized balls were tightened once again! He doubled up, and soon, thick stallion spunk already loaded into her past her old “collection’s” height, he was tripled up, cumming nearly as hard as she was!

Mosely couldn’t even stand any more. As he cumflated his beloved matriarch for the third time running in just this rutting alone, he fell against her back. She seemed to sense it coming, and both rolled her plush ass to meet him, cushioning his fall, but also shut her jaws tight, determined not to let the force of this set of climaxes shove out the still-gurgling gift of the last. Their bodies slammed together, over and over again. Then, at last, his titanic testes appeared to have mercy on them both, and spat forth the gel-rich final spooge that would cap when his enormous prick at last made its way out of her body.

If it did before she converted most of the cum to temporary mass in her well-satisfied womb and stomach. It would spend swiftly like all magical spunk did, of course. But Juicy always wondered, when things got this heated, if his sheer virility would give her another foal despite her age. It wasn’t like she was in any danger, nor the foal, not with the father being a fertility druid. They lay against one another, insensate, she didn’t know how long. Muttering to herself about lazy males, Juicy reached back with one hand and possessively kept her husband’s body on and against her and in her as he snored against her giant body.

“Not… rrrgh…” she gurgled a bit, and clamped down on her jaw to keep her ballooning stomach from releasing more jizz. After she was sure she wouldn’t let any more escape, she wordlessly hauled herself all the way up onto the bed, letting Mosely rest against the strength of her back, the cush of her expansive butt, and with his cock firmly held fast by her claiming cunny. “Not the first time I’ve had… to haul you up after you snoozed on me, beloved stud.”

It wasn’t like it would have been the first time she’d passed out from the sheer wave of sensation and he’d had to tuck her in, either, but Juicy was always a little happier when she could do this for her husband. He put a lot of effort into keeping her happy, and overfull of cum. It was the least she could do, honestly, and it wasn’t like sleeping on a mattress of her stud’s fertile jizz was either new or uncomfortable.

She was able to easily tilt her head slightly to the side and rest on one of her vastly inflated boobs, only the slight shudders from time to time at the eternally sensitive skin reacting to the weight of her head on it. Mosely was like the best kind of blanket, and even if she wasn’t a unicorn, to levitate sheets over him, she had a feeling that he wouldn’t really be feeling the cold much anyway.

Here, now, in the final pools of light, she let some of her fierceness fall. “I love you, Mosely Orange. Here’s to another thirty years or more, and all the Alicorns grant.” A smug smile curled the edges of her lips. “I hope you did put another foal-- or an army of them-- in my belly,” she whispered. “I want more of you, my dear, and more of our us. I am so glad to be yours, and to have you, utterly, as mine.”

With that, Juicy gave the preprogrammed command, and the last lights fell, leaving her with the warm, sloshing glow within. “Happy anniversary to us,” she said, and slept.

Author's Notes:

Once again, the gdocs importer is creating bold and italics out of thin air, especially around preexisting italics and linebreaks. If you see any that have escaped my scouring, please point them out to me by PM.

That said... woot! First fic in the featured box, and first multi-chaptered fic to hit complete!