"And just what brings you two out here?"

Applejack had been in the process of dismantling the family's cider stand, when two familiar faces greeted her: Flim, and Flam (aka, The Flim-Flam Brothers).

"I say, Ms Applejack," replied Flim. "It's been some time since we last attempted to do business with your family. Has it really been that hard to forgive and forget?"

"When it comes to you two, ah make it a point to never forget," murmured Applejack, ducking back down behind the stand.

"It pains me deeply that we left such a bad impression on you," chimed in Flam. "However, we have heard of a family predicamen, that my brother and I think we might be able to help you with."

"If it has to do with our cider, you can just mosey on back to whatever hole you two slithered out of."

"Actually, it's in regards to your sister, Applebloom."

Hearing her sister's name, caused AJ to peek up over the counter.

"...what about Applebloom?"

"Word round Ponyville is that she has grown in quite an exuberant fashion," said Flim. "I daresay she may very well be living up to her name-"

"Heyheyheyhey," said Applejack, slamming her hands on the stand's counter. "That's mah lil' sister you're talking about!"

"Alright alright, I didn't mean anything by it," said Flim. "We just heard that she may be a bit...inconvenienced, due to some, recent events."

"And from what we understand, it sounds like the young thing could use a helping hand," smiled Flam.

"You two can just keep yer hands to yerselves, y'hear?" said AJ, pulling the brim of her stetson down, in an intimidating fashion.

"I can see you think we intend to harm your family in some way, but believe me, it is the furthest thing from the truth," said Flim, pulling out a small wooden case. Opening it, Applejack saw 6 glass bottles, filled with white liquid.

"Here," said Flam, opening the cap on one, and handing it to AJ. "Take a drink. You have my word it's completely fine."

Applejack looked apprehensively at the two, gave the bottle a sniff, and then took a sip.

"...s'not bad," she muttered, taking another sip.

"It's from our new business venture," said Flim, proudly. "My brother and I decided to branch out into the milking business. We adapted the technology from our Super-Speedy Cider-Squeezy 9000, and decided to take our services on the road."

"Oh, really?" asked Applejack. "And where's yer, milkin' machine, if I may ask?"

"Well, while we would love to show it to you, let alone demonstrate it's remarkable features on your dear family member, we realize there might be some...complications, with our equipment."

"Such as?" asked Applejack, the tone of suspicion returning to her voice.

"Well, if word in Ponyville is to be believed, the tubes we use for our milking process, may not adequately fit your sister."

"So, what is it you two are proposing?"

"Simply this, Ms Applejack," replied Flam. "If you will let us examine your sister, and see what we have to work with, why I reckon we could have the milk-tubing ready to go by tomorrow afternoon, and, give you and your family a proper demonstration."

"We know you have no reason to trust us," said Flim, "but from what some have said in Ponyville, we just figured maybe we could help return your little sister, to normal."

It was almost as if Flim had found the magic word, as the suspicious look on Applejack's face seemed to soften (though only slightly).

"Alright," said Applejack. "But you two better not pull any funny stuff. This is mah lil' sister we're talkin' about, and I got enough troubles dealing with another stallion at the moment."

"We are but your humble servants," bowed Flim, with Flam following suit.

Applejack just rolled her eyes, and motioned for the two of them to follow her up to the farm house.

"What're they doin' here!?" asked Applebloom, as Applejack opened the barn doors, revealing herself, and the Flim-Flams.

"Dear me Flim, she's even larger than I imagined," gasped Flam.

"Indeed Flam," replied Flim. "There is simply no way our largest milk-tubes would be able to fit!"

"Milk-tubes?" asked Applebloom. "Applejack, whut are they talkin' about?"

"Hush, Applebloom," replied Applejack. "We just need to get a few things, and they'll leave."

"Now, I'm under the impression that we're not to lay hands upon your sister, am I right?" asked Flam.

"Eeyup," nodded Applejack.

"Very well. We'll just carefully take measurements of her 'important areas,' and I give you my word, neither of our hands will touch her."

Even with those words, Applejack still watched over the two brothers like a hawk. However, they did just as Flam promised! The two got as close as they could with measuring tapes, and jotted down the calculations in a small notebook.

"Well, that's all we need," said Flim, after a speedy 10 minutes. "Thank you, Apples. We'll take these notes back to our place, and return tomorrow with the proper equipment for a demonstration."

"What demonstration? What're they gonna do to me, Applejack?" asked Applebloom nervously, as the two stallions doffed their straw hats, and walked out the barn door.

"Applebloom," said AJ, walking over to her sister, "ah may not like it, but the Flim-Flam Brothers may just be able to help us outta this pickle we're in."

"Have you lost yer apple-pickin' mind!?" screeched Granny Smith.

"Eeyup," said Big Mac, his green eyes narrowed into slits at Applejack.

After discussing things with Applebloom (and getting a very loud and negative response), Applejack had decided to speak with the rest of her family, and it seemed noone was willing to go along with what the Flim-Flams had proposed.

"Look, ah don't particularly like workin' with those two, but so far, they've got the only solution that I think can help Applebloom."

"The other day you wouldn't let Coral or her friends milk her," hissed Granny. "How is it suddenly right for them two to do it?"

"They got a machine, Granny. They claimed they've used it on other cows, and it's a very lucrative business for them."

"And didja see this here machine?"

"Well, no, but they're bringing it tomorrow, along with some proper-sized tubes to, milk Applebloom."

"Well ah think what yer proposin,' is makin' a big deal outta nothin."

"Nothin? Nothin!? Granny Smith your granddaughter is standin' out in a barn unable to move around! D'you honestly think she wants to spend the rest of her life like that?"

"Well, have yah asked her if maybe she does?"

"Whut-ah-Granny Smith are you goin' senile on me?"

"If'n anyone's goin' senile round here, it's you," retorted Granny Smith.

The argument went on for a few more minutes, before Applejack just up and stormed out of the house, unable to make either of her family members agree with her.

As she disappeared down the hill to the cider stand, a familiar pair of eyes watched her.

Coral had left the farm house, when Applejack had called the family for a meeting in the kitchen. While he had considered sitting in, he figured AJ might frown on it, and gone outside.

However, he hadn't gone far when he had heard Granny Smith's voice screech in exclamation, and ducked down by an open window, listening in as long as he could. He hugged his enormous cock against the ground, as he heard AJ talk about the deal she had made with the Flim-Flams.

He crouched closer to his penis as their voices rose, before there was the slam of a door, and Applejack stormed out of the house!

Coral stayed quiet, hiding under the shade of a nearby apple tree, just in case Applejack happened to look back. Fortunately for him, she didn't.

Once she was out of sight, Coral snuck over to the barn. He felt he was pushing it, but given what he had heard, he decided to check on Applebloom.

Quietly opening the door, he heard her voice: "Who is that? Who's there?"

"It's me, honey," he replied.

"Coral? Oh, thank Celestia. Ah thought maybe it was those Flim-Flam brothers."

"You mean those two stallions your Granny mentioned from a long time ago?"

"Uh-huh. Applejack said they wanted to take measurements for some sort of milking machine."

Did they touch you, or hurt you in any way?"

"No, just said they'd be back tomorrow. Ah don't know what they got planned for me, but ah don't want any part in it!"

"Neither does Granny Smith by the sounds of it," replied Coral. "She and your sister got into a shouting match inside the house."

"Oh no. Did, did you get caught in it?"

"Nope. I was outside the window eavesdropping. I heard the whole thing, but didn't want to say anything. Remember? I still have one more strike against me."

"Of course," said Applebloom, giving a huff, and rolling her eyes. "I've never seen mah sister take all the guts outta a stallion before."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" asked Coral, not appreciating the tone in her voice.

"Only that it'd make you more of a real stallion if ya just spoke up and said somethin. Ah'm yer girlfriend, fer Celestia's sake!"

"Yes, but then Applejack may just choose to kick me out if I gave my opinion. I have to choose my battles if I want to see that zap apple harvest."

"A lotta good it'll do you to hang around. You won't even give me a kiss! Ah may just as well be a statue!"

"I wish you wouldn't blame me for this, Applebloom. I'm trying to be the responsible one-"

"Yeah, responsible? Responsible for that ridiculous thing sticking up at me and me being stuck with these milkbags!"

"Hey, I did not intend for this to happen!"

"Oh like Tartarus you didn't you lying sack of-"

"Hey! knock it off!"

The voice startled the two into silence, as they saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo approaching the open barn doors.

"We could hear you two halfway down the path," said Scootaloo. "What is this, some kind of lover's quarrel?"

"Not exactly," said Coral.

"Well whatever's going on, this isn't helping," said Sweetie, coming between the two. "Now, what's got you two yelling in each other's faces? I've never seen you two this upset!"

Pretty soon, the two fillies were caught up on the latest news that was upsetting the Apple family.

Naturally, Sweetie and Scootaloo were just as upset, and wondered just why Applejack would consort with the Flim-Flams.

"I have an idea why," said Coral. "I think Applejack thinks they can make Applebloom's chest smaller again."

"Well, it was never really that small to begin with," chimed in Scootaloo.

"Scootaloo, hush," shushed Sweetie, elbowing her friend.

"Ah don't get it," pondered Applebloom. "She wouldn't let Coral or you girls milk me, why would she let them?"

"Remember how they mentioned using a machine?" asked Coral.

"Uh-huh?"

"I think that's the reason why. Applejack just doesn't want anyone touching you...there."

"Well that's just plain ridiculous!" exclaimed Applebloom. "What's the big deal bout you three touchin' me...there? I've touched mahself there plenty of times...well, ah used to be able to."

"Used to be able to what?"

The voice caught the four off-guard, as Applejack appeared at the barn door.

"Used to be able to think that you wouldn't make some sort of deal with the Flim-Flam brothers ever again," said Scootaloo, who seemed to be speaking what Coral and Applebloom were both thinking.

"Can't everypony just stop making a big deal outta nothing?" sighed Applejack. "Ah don't even know if I'm gonna make a deal with them! They just want to try out their machine on Applebloom-"

"Ah toldja before, I don't want them tryin' out nothin' on me!" yelled Applebloom.

"Yeah," chimed in Sweetie Belle. "Why don't you listen to Applebl-"

"This is my decision, and that's final!" shouted Applejack.

"Applejack," interjected Coral. "Me and the girls, we only want what's best for Ap-"

"Coral, shush!" said AJ, silencing him instantly. "You two, get him out of here. Ah need to have a conversation with mah sister."

"What does she think we are, kids again?" asked Sweetie, as they walked a ways down from the barn.

"I know she can be stubborn, but this whole thing feels ridiculous!" said Scootaloo.

"It just makes me so upset that she's not even listening to Applebloom," said Coral, balling up his hands into fists. "I mean, it's her body. She's an adult!"

"Well, it's gonna sound crazy, but...maybe we could help you two run away," suggested Sweetie.

"What!?"

"Hide her someplace until the Flim-Flams leave."

"Sweetie Belle, three-quarters of her body weight is in her chest! You know how hard it was to heft up one of her breasts when I showed you two how to milk her? Plus, we can't just hide her. Even if she tried to drag her breasts, they'd leave a trail in the dirt, and she couldn't get very far without somepony on this farm seeing her."

"So, what? We just let them do whatever to our best friend?" asked Scootaloo.

"Our hands are tied," said Coral, sadly. "We can only hope that maybe Applejack will come to her senses before tomorrow."

As evening settled in, the girls headed home, Coral joined Granny Smith and Big Mac in the kitchen, and Applejack returned from the barn, joining the rest of the family at the table.

Much like the night before, there was an uneasy silence as the family ate.

Nary an eye looked up from their plate, as only the tinkling of silverware was heard, before Applejack's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Ah know you're all thinkin' it: 'Applejack's done lost her mind acceptin' an offer from the Flim-Flam brothers.' Well you can think it all you want but my mind's made up. I'm gonna see what they have to offer tomorrow regardin' fixing up Applebloom, and that's all there is to it."

Coral tried to continue eating, but found his appetite gone. Excusing himself, he set his plate and glass next to the sink, and carefully made his way upstairs.

It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, but already he was done for the day.

The next day before noon, the sound of clockwork mechanisms and steam pistons were heard, as a large contraption made it's way up the path from Ponyville, to the Apple's farm.

The machine ground to a halt in front of the farm house, with a loud hiss of steam almost obscuring it for a few seconds.

"Hullo, fair Apples," called out Flim. "The Flim-Flam Brothers have arrived to aid you, in your hour of need!"

The family, along with Coral, emerged to see what had pulled into the farmyard.

The four-wheeled contraption had two large rear wheels, and two small front ones, covered over by long, metal fenders.

Two golden lanterns hung from the front of the machine, in front of a cloth-covered steering wheel, and two plush chairs. Behind the chairs, was a large wooden crate, anchored down by stout cables to the contraption.

Near the rear, four wooden barrels were held in place by thick black straps. In the center of the barrels, was a golden cylinder, punctuated with a number of rivets. Protruding out near it's top, were four golden spouts, each one leading into the maw of one of the open barrels. Above the cylinder, was a glass sphere, big enough to hold a stallion the size of Big Mac!

On the rear of the contraption, was a metal box. Each side of the box contained a series of buttons and dials, though on the top, was a large wheel. Around it's perimeter, were raised numbers, from 1 through 10.

At the very rear of the metal box, eight rubber hoses were wrapped in individual coils. From the ends of the hoses, a golden spigot could be seen.

"Apples," said the brothers in true showmanship quality, "we present to you, The Bradley Bucker Udder-Sucker 3000!"

"It looks a might like yer cider-squeezy contraption," chimed in Applejack.

"We used our most famous invention, as the basis of our udder-sucker," replied Flim, proudly. "It's basic chassis and overall design, made it easier to attach our next big idea to!"

"And you say you've used this on cows before?" asked Coral.

"Why yes that's-whoa, nelly!" gasped Flam, seeing Coral's well-wrapped 'package.' "Are you kids in Ponyville going through some kind of seasonal growth spurt?"

"No, I'm just a special case," replied Coral, looking at the two brothers with slight disgust. "So's Applebloom."

"Hush up, Coral," whispered Applejack, before introducing him to the two brothers. "This here's our farmhand, Coral Leaf. He's just gonna be hangin' around for a few more weeks, and then he's gonna be on his way."

Coral shook their hands, but his expression didn't change.

"Well, now that formalities are out of the way," smiled Flim. "What say we attend to your big little Apple?"

"No, no, a thousand times no!"

Applebloom protested as loud as she could, and even Granny Smith suggested they listen to Applebloom.

"Will you ponies just give it a rest?" said Applejack. "These two just said it was to show what their machine can do! What's the harm in trying?"

The two brothers had pried open the large wooden crate on the machine, revealing it's contents: two belljar-sized glass tubes. Each brother lifted one from it's straw-filled container, and then carefully, attached each to one of the hoses on the back of the contraption.

Once this task was completed, Flim flipped a switch labeled "suction," and air hissed from the tubes, as the two brothers placed them over the girl's areola. They securely encased the darkened nipples with a loud *ffhhhtwup,* causing Applebloom to gasp at the sensation!

"Please keep in mind that we have the suction on these set at a minor level, just so we can achieve sealed contact to her bosom," explained Flam. "Now, we'll start the milking process. Take it away, Brother Flim!"

Flim turned the large wheel atop the rear box. The raised numbers lit up as he turned, with the wheel's indicator finally stopping at the number 7. Once it was in place a steady *bah-thwump* sound emanated from the golden cylinder, and the hoses twitched in spastic motions.

The suction process caused Applebloom's bosoms to quiver, as her nipples were squashed and stretched in the clear tubes!

"Unghn! Ah! AGH!!" she cried from the other side.

"Stop this right now, yer hurtin' her!" cried Granny Smith.

"Easy Granny Smith," assured Flam. "She's not being hurt, she's just reacting to the sensation of the machine on her sensitive areas. Besides, look how well the machine is working!"

The group (including Coral), saw white fluid collecting in the tubes, and soon, spouting up into the white glass sphere attached to the machine.

After some time, enough had collected to fill the sphere to capacity, and Flim rotated the suction lever, down to the number 0. Milk stopped flowing out of the girl's nubs, and her breathing was slightly labored.

"I think barrel number 1 should do it, Flim," replied Flam.

"As you wish," replied Flim, and pressed a metal button labeled, "#1."

As the group watched, the milk emptied through one of the golden faucets, into a barrel, where it filled up almost all the way to the top.

"Mares and Gentlecolts, the demonstration is complete," replied Flim, proudly.

"You want to remove the tubes from Applebloom?" asked Coral, his expression not having changed through the whole process.

"Oh, absolutely, Mister Leaf," said Flim, and as they watched, Flam 'popped' the tubes off of the girl's nipples.

The darkened nubs stood perfectly erect from the heavy suction, and some spillage was noticeable, dribbling down the curvature of AB's personal milk tanks.

"That happens to all of our clients," replied Flam, putting the tubes and coils back in place. "Don't worry, she'll dry up in a bit. So, anyone want to sample Ms Bloom's wares?"

"No thank you," replied Applejack, sternly. "There'll be no drinkin' mah sister's milk, by anypony."

"They, they hurt," whimpered Applebloom. "Applejack, mah nipples."

"They're simply a little tender, Ms Bloom," replied Flam. " please bear in mind that you're still new to the process. But not to worry, this is perfectly normal."

"Normal?" asked Coral.

"Yes, my young fellow, smiled Flam. "You see, our young filly here is not used to the suction on our machine, and as such, it may have seemed a bit rough, to which we apologize sincerely. I assure you fine folks, we meant no harm in our demonstration."

"If that was the case, shouldn't you have set the suction at a lower setting?" Continued Coral. "Seems you could have set it at a '3' or a '4.'

"I see by your questions you are concerned for Ms Bloom's welfare," continued Flam. "Keep in mind that when it comes to milking, those that are new to being milked, require a little more suction, as the body has not grown accustomed to expelling so much milk."

She expelled plenty a few days ago without help, thought Coral, as Flam continued his diatribe.

"I assure you all, once we have her on our machine on a regular basis, she'll expel more milk without the higher levels of suction, and, you'll notice a marked decrease in the size of her bosom."

"And how do you know that's what'll happen?" asked Coral, his voice rising a bit. "You've used this machine on cows I take it, but it seems this is the first time you've used it on a milkmare."

"A milkmare?" smirked Flim. "My dear boy, what a strange term!"

"It's not strange, I've heard it before-"

"Coral, that's enough!" shouted Applejack.

"Applejack, they have no idea what they're doing with your sister-"

"Coral, go. Now!"

"But-"

"NOW, or so help me, you're off the farm for good!"

Coral stormed out of the barn, and plunked himself down under an apple tree near the farmhouse. It was far enough away that he could see the Apples and the Flim-Flams through the open door.

As he watched, the two brothers were pointing out things to AJ and Big Mac on their machine. Over the curve of Applebloom's left breast, he could see the top of Granny's white hair, and a light green hand, stroking her red hair.

I wish I could hug you and make you feel better, he thought, imagining how his special somepony must be feeling after the 'demonstration.'

"Taking a little nap, Coral?"

At the sound of the familiar voice, he turned to see Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, peering down at him.

"Nope," he replied. "I'm in 'time out' for being concerned about Applebloom."

"For what?" asked Scootaloo.

"For inquiring about that milking machine those two brothers have. They got a barrel of milk out of Applebloom, but she was in tears after it all."

"Tears? What happened to her?"

"They set the suction on her nipples pretty high. I tried to make sense of their methods, but AJ threatened to strike me off the farm."

"Is she still going on about that?" asked Sweetie. "Can't she just let it go?"

"Guess not," said Coral, watching the brothers still talking to AJ and Big Mac. "I can only imagine what kind of story those two are spinning to her about that torture device."

"Well, it's not much to take your mind off things, but maybe you should come into town with us," suggested Sweetie. "Rarity finished your clothing this morning, and we came by to tell ya!"

"Really?" he said, perking up a bit. "I hate to walk away with those two still yakking away, but, I will admit I'm getting a bit tired of this loincloth...though I hope you don't mind walking through Ponyville with a huge stud like me."

"Sounds like someone's getting his second wind," smirked Scootaloo.

After the girls took a few minutes to go over and chat with Applebloom (who told them her pain was slowly subsiding), they escorted Coral off to town.

Needless to say, his wrapped cock and balls caught the attention of quite a few ponies and stallions, as they walked through town. Coral saw a few whispering in little groups, but kept trying to focus on getting to Rarity's, before two familiar voices assaulted his senses.

"Good gracious Di, looks like the Apple's farmhand has a major infection!"

"You can say that again, Silver Spoon. Looks like he can't even fit into a normal set of pants!"

Coral's face twitched as he heard the two chortle behind them.

"Ignore them, Coral," whispered Scootaloo.

"Yeah, we're almost to Rarity's" said Sweetie.

"Hey Coral, how's Appleboobs?" came Diamond Tiara's voice, loud enough to make some nearby ponies notice. "Heard she's a regular tit-freak, stuck in the Apple's barn for the rest of her life!"

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were almost knocked to the ground as Coral suddenly whirled around, and advanced on Diamond and Silver!

"You think you're so smart? You think you know anything about what's going on!?" he shouted at them, his 4-ft cock leading in front of him, causing the two fillies to fearfully back away. "You two miserable little nobodies have no purpose in life but to make others feel miserable! I have no idea why your parents even decided to have you two-"

"Coral, stop!" cried Sweetie Belle, grabbing his right arm.

"Please Coral, they're not worth it!" added Scootaloo, grabbing at his other arm.

The two seemed to break him out of his 'trance,' and Coral slowly turned around, with both Sweetie and Scootaloo keeping a firm grip on his arms.

"You two blank-flanks shouldn't be touching him like that," they heard Diamond call after them. "He'll infect you like he did big ol' Appleboobs!"

At Rarity's, the resident fashionista was at first happy to see Coral, but upon noticing the expression on his face as well as the girls, she ushered them into her showroom, and went off to fetch some tea.

After a little while, she managed to coax out of them what was going on.

"Oh my," she said, giving Coral's shoulder a rub. "I had no idea things had gotten this bad, darling. I know Applejack can be stubborn, but it sounds like she may be going a little too far, even for her!"

"And that's what makes it so frustrating," sighed Coral, sipping his tea. "I keep trying to give her advice, but she doesn't want to hear anything from me. I swear, half the time I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing and she'll kick me off the farm."

"Well, not in that loincloth she won't," said Rarity, trying to make a joke...only to get no chortles from her audience. "Ahem, well, enough chit-chat. It's time we get you covered up like a proper stallion!"

Like before, Rarity was a whiz when it came to size-related clothing challenges.

For underthings, Rarity had gone a step beyond her previous creations. She had used the same stretchy material as before, but had considerably expanded the front 'cup' area of the briefs.

It looked comical when it wasn't filled, but once Coral tried on a pair, his stallionhood and scrotum filled it almost to capacity! Fortunately, the material still managed to feel comfortable, even at his enlarged size.

Next, it was on to the jeans.

Like the briefs, Rarity had just made some adjustments to the necessary areas, and they fit like a glove. Of course, given how big he was, it almost looked like Coral was smuggling a colt in his pants!

The fact that he could ditch the loincloth improved Coral's mood, and he gave Rarity a rather 'big' hug as part of his thanks to her (naturally, Sweetie took notice of her sister's excited face, and gave her a playful finger wag, outside of Coral's field-of-vision).

Rarity had made Coral 3 pairs of jeans and 5 pairs of briefs, all of which she placed in a special boutique bag, along with his folded loincloth sheets.

"Hopefully, you're done growing for awhile, Coral," she smiled.

"Me too," he sighed. "I assume you'll be starting on Applebloom's stuff next?"

"Oh, I'm already done with her underthings. I'm about to get started on her jeans and shorts very soon. Do tell her that I haven't forgotten her."

"If I can get close enough, I will."

Coral and the girls then headed back to the farm. Going through town, there weren't quite as many stares as before, but still, Coral could see that his denim-clad bulge was still attracting a little attention here-and-there. Fortunately, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were nowhere to be found.

As the trio approached the farm house, they noticed the Flim-Flam's vehicle had disappeared.

"Glad they're gone," said Coral, breathing a sigh of relief.

As they passed by the barn, the three noticed Big Mac exiting out of it.

"Hey Big Mac," smiled Coral. "Looks like those Flim-Flams took off."

"Eeyup," replied Big Mac.

"Guess Applejack told them where to get off."

"Nope."

"Whu-huh? Did you say nope?"

"Eeyup."

The fitting at Rarity's was quickly forgotten, as Coral went into the house, where he found Applejack in the kitchen.

At first, AJ didn't want to tell Coral anything, but Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo demanded answers, given Applebloom was their best friend.

And so, it all came tumbling out.

The two brothers had taken a down payment from Applejack, who would rent out their contraption and services on a monthly basis, until Applebloom was milked back to normal.

She had also paid out the first month, and an extra fee for the brothers to dispose of any milk they collected from Applebloom.

"Ah know you wanna say I'm wrong, but I don't wanna hear it," said Applejack, as Coral's face looked accusingly at her. "Stop lookin' at me like that, Coral Leaf. I'm as concerned for my lil' sister as I know you are. Look, they assured me the tenderness Applebloom felt will subside after a few more milkings."

"Did they say how many it'd take to get her back to normal?" He asked.

"They claimed it might take a few months, but did say it can vary based on the subject."

"Uh-huh. Did they have any success stories to tell you about? Any cows they milked dry and never gave ag-"

"We're talkin' bout my sister, not a cow. She's special."

"Yes she is, and you're making things-"

"Coral!" said Applejack, rubbing her temples. "They're gonna fix Applebloom, end of discussion."

Coral said no more. Just gave a sigh, and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To talk to Applebloom."

"Remember-"

"I know! I have Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to make sure I behave myself. Come on, girls."

Starting the next day, the Flim-Flams began rolling up to the Apple's farm on a daily basis.

Between the hours of 11am and 2pm, they would usually hook their machine up to Applebloom's tits for a few hours.

Coral wouldn't go far, often skulking around the farmyard, keeping his distance from the barn.

He could hear Applebloom moaning, but not in a pleasurable way, as the pumps extracted her milk.

Some days, the brothers would leave with only one full barrel. Other days, maybe 2, but there never came a day when they filled more than 3.

Just as they had promised, the brothers took the barreled milk away at the end of each session. When Coral inquired what they did with the milk, Flam explained that they dumped the contents in a stream near their home.

"Out of sight, out of mind," smiled the brother...a smile that didn't fill Coral with any self-assurance.

A few times, he saw the brothers seeming to push against Applebloom's breasts, and after seeing this two days in a row, he reported these actions to Applejack.

"There was no harmful intent to our applying pressure to your sister's bosom," Flim assured Applejack. "Sometimes a slight, undulating motion is required to help the flow of milk through the proper channels."

Applejack just cautioned the two to be more careful, but little was done regarding Coral's concerns. It was like a living nightmare for him, being unable to help his beloved, or have a say in his concerns, as he'd hear her sobbing during the sessions.

Soon, with nothing else to do, and trying to clear his head of his anxious thoughts, he took to just wandering through the orchards with his old whacking stick.

Though the trees had been picked clean, he found himself taking strong whacks at their trunks, as a way to work through his feelings about the current situation.

Even the dinners were getting stifling. Coral oftentimes felt like he had nothing to say, and after a few days, took to eating his meals alone in his room.

It was as if the family he felt he had once felt like a part of, was slowly breaking apart.

A week after the milking began, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo came to the farm with the news, that Rarity had finished Applebloom's underthings, shorts, and jeans!

The Flim-Flam brothers were prepping Applebloom for another milking, when Coral left with the girls.

Given that AB wasn't there to try her creations on, Rarity had already bundled up the items when the trio arrived, and handed them over to Coral, in several of her boutique's bags.

"I wish I could see if she likes them," said Rarity.

"Well, after she's recovered from being milked, we can have her try them on," offered Coral. "Sweetie can give you the lowdown when she and Scoots come back to town."

"Sure can," smiled Sweetie.

"Well, alright," smiled Rarity, as the three took their leave.

"Sure hope Applebloom likes these," said Scootaloo, swinging one of the boutique bags in her hand.

"Of course she will," replied Sweetie. "If my sister can make Coral's stuff be just as comfortable, she can do the same for Applebloom's hips, right Coral?"

"Um, right," he said, staring off into space.

"Hmm, think somepony's thinkin' bout that sweet big Applebooty," smirked Sweetie, nudging him playfully.

"No, not, really."

"Well...what is it then?" asked Scootaloo, her swinging slowing down as the girls looked at Coral's face.

"Well, to tell the truth, I, I'm just trying not to think right now about what those two may be doing to Applebloom."

"You know," said Scootaloo, giving his shoulder a rub. "We're just as worried about her as you are."

"I know," he nodded. "You two have known her longer than I have. Sometimes, I wonder what it would have been like to know her, and you two as a colt."

"I bet you were a little cutie way back when," said Sweetie, trying to brighten up the conversation. "Say, you know what we sometimes did to perk ourselves up when we were little fillies? Head on over to Sugarcube Corner for a milkshake. What do you say, Coral?"

"Well, why not?" shrugged Coral, as Sweetie playfully gave his arm a tug. "Sounds like one thing to do with milk today, that won't make me feel nauseous."

Fortunately, the sweet shop wasn't too busy when the trio arrived.

Mr Cake was behind the counter, and quickly took their orders.

"Nice place," smiled Coral, smelling an aromatic mix of sugar, strawberries, and cinnamon wafting through the air.

"Yeah, it was THE place to hangout when we were little," said Scootaloo. "Matter of fact, it was the place where we first met Applebloom."

"Really? What was the occasion?"

"Diamond Tiara's 'cutecinera.'"

"Sounds like a lot of fun," replied Coral with a smirk.

"Your face says it all," said Sweetie.

The two girls then went on to explain some more about that fateful day. They were still talking 10 minutes later, when Mr Cake finally arrived with their milkshakes.

"Sorry, everypony," he replied as he placed their shakes on the table in front of them. "We ran outta our usual supply of dairy, and had to go with some new reserves we just got in. I actually gave each of you a larger-sized shake to make up for the wait."

"Aw, you didn't need to do that," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah," replied Coral. "Anyways, thanks a lot, Mr Cake. Sure was nice of you."

"Well, you three are more than welcome," said Mr Cake, heading back behind the counter.

"Sure wish Applebloom could be with us now," said Coral, stirring his shake.

"Well, how about we toast our milkshakes, to our own personal milkmare?" asked Sweetie Belle, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Okay," said Coral, and raised his glass. "To Applebloom."

"To Applebloom," the girls chimed in.

After clinking their glasses together, Coral eagerly took a sip. A split-second later, his glass shattered on the floor, as he made a deep gagging sound!

Almost on cue, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were doing the same, and the additional sound of breaking glass, brought Mr Cake back over to their table.

"Um, is there a problem here?" he asked, looking rather upset at the mess splattered across the table and floor.

"That stuff tastes rancid!" cried Coral, still choking.

"Now see here you-"

"No Mr Cake *cough* he's right," said Scootaloo, trying to wipe her tongue with a napkin. "That stuff made me wanna gag!"

"Really?" asked Mr Cake, dipping his finger onto some of the spilled shake on the table. "But those fellows said it was the fre-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before he spat out what was in his mouth.

"Oh my, you three are right! Honey," he called out, rushing back to the kitchen. "No more shakes or malts today, the stock is no good!"

"Mr Cake," said Coral, getting up from his seat and following after him. "Where did you say this milk was from?"

Getting to the kitchen's swinging doors, Coral could see Mr Cake and his wife, beginning to unhook the spouts on a few wooden barrels. It wasn't so much the barrel that caught Coral's eye, as a black branded symbol on the sides of them: the letters "FF."

The next thing Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo saw, was Coral rushing out the front door of Sugarcube Corner!

His oversized scrotum and cock were bouncing against his knees as he ran, but Coral just channeled the sensitive pain to rage, as he determinedly ran out of Ponyville, and back towards Sweet Apple Acres.

As he neared the farmhouse, he saw the brother's machine chugging away, and a painful cry from Applebloom inside the barn.

"Increase the suction to 9," Flim," he heard Flam say. "I think we can get 4 barrels out of her today."

Coral rushed around to the side of the barn, and retrieved his whacking stick. Taking a few deep breaths, he then rounded the corner, and walked towards the machine, where Flim was beginning to turn the wheel.

"Oh, Mister Leaf," smiled Flim. "I-we didn't expect you back so soon. Where are Miss Applebloom's lovely fri-what are you doing?"

Coral had kneeled down, and begun to undo one of the black straps around one of the barrels. As the leather fell away, he saw what he expected to find: the initials "FF," burned into the barrel.

"You dirty, rotten liars," he said, glaring angrily at Flim.

"Why my young stallion, whatever did we do to you?" asked Flim, incredulously.

"You told Applejack and me you were dumping this stuff in a river...when you've been selling it."

"Why-I, that's quite a rude accusation-"

"I just cake from Sugarcube Corner. They had barrels with these initials, and the stuff was rancid! Bet you two morons don't even know why."

"Well, I-"

"It's because you're hurting my Applebloom, that's why! She's a milkmare, and her feeling and emotions are expelled into her milk! You two are hurting her, and it's going to stop today!"

"Now see here-WATCH IT!!"

Flim ducked as Coral swung hard with his whacking stick! It connected with the glass sphere on top of the machine's golden cylinder, causing a small explosion of milk!

"Brother, what is going on?" came Flam's voice, as He saw Coral, pressing the suction button, causing the machine to fall silent. "What do you think you're doing? That glass was specially crafted for our machine-"

"Get away from me," demanded Coral, holding his stick in front of him, making his way to Applebloom's bosom, where he gave her left breast a reassuring rub. "Applebloom? Are you alright?"

"Ah, ah still ache a bit," he heard her say. "Coral, what's goin' on?"

"I'm doing what I should have done sooner," he said. "Stopping this torture!"

There were two loud *thwuphops* and the sound of breaking glass, as Coral pulled off the milk tubes, and shattered them with his stick!

"You're crazy!" cried Flim. "Your actions will set us back five days! Poor Applebloom is going to-"

"She'll be fine, and you two will be as well if you leave right now and don't come back!"

"We have our contract with Miss Applejack, not you," replied Flam, trying to sound firm. "She's paid for our services and our machines-"

"AAGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

The brother's eyes flew open in horror, as Coral swung wildly at them, bounding forward, his huge bulge bouncing against his thighs!

He missed them, but his stick made contact with their vehicle. He was like a possessed stallion, smashing into the contraption's fenders, denting the golden cylinder, and leaving large dents wherever he could!

As he continued swinging, Coral was aware of a faint voice far away. Suddenly, two red arms encircled his body, and he was lifted off his hooves!

"Coral!! CORAL LEAF!! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!"

The voice became clearer, and he realized it was Applejack's. He also realized that the red arms that had hoisted him up in a bearhug, belonged to Big Mac!

Slowly, his swinging slowed, and he dropped the stick to the ground. Once he became still, the large red stallion set him on the ground.

"Oh, thank you Miss Applejack," cried Flim. "I had no idea this young troublemaker was a powder keg ready to explode! I assure you we-"

"Ah want you two to go," said Applejack.

"I suppose we might as well," replied Flam. "We'll try to get our machine fixed up as soon as possible, but it will take time and money-"

"Just! Go!"

In a matter of minutes, the two brothers had loaded up their machine, and it thundered down the lane in a cloud of dust.

"Big Mac, check on Applebloom," said Applejack.

"Eeyup," he nodded, heading towards the barn.

"Coral, come with me to the kitchen."

The feeling of dread was back in Coral's stomach, as he followed AJ into the house, and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Coral Leaf...ah don't get you," she said, sitting down across from him. "You're a hard worker, ah won't deny that, but today-"

"I was justified in what I did, Applejack," he blurted out. "They were selling Applebloom's milk!"

"What?"

"Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo and I went to Sugarcube Corner. We ordered milkshakes, and the milk came in barrels that had the same initials as the ones on that machine those two flim-flam artists rode away on."

"Coral, you don't know that-"

"I swear by my own Grandmother that it was Applebloom's milk, Applejack! Given what you and those two have put her through, it's no wonder it tasted so rancid!"

"Rancid? Look, even if it did come from Applebloom, milk doesn't spoil like that in a few days-"

"With milkmares it can spoil quicker than normal cow's milk!"

Coral suddenly shut up, realizing what he had just said in front of Applejack.

"...what...a milk-what?"

Realizing there was no point in hiding things any longer, Coral decided to let his guard down.

"A milkmare," he said. "That's what your sister is, Applejack. She's a milkmare."

"What kinda nonsense is that!? There's no such thing-"

"Yes there is. My own Mom is a milkmare."

"Coral-"

"How do you think I was able to show Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo how to milk Applebloom?"

"CORAL-"

"I was raised on a farm, but one where my Mom was a milkmare, and my Dad and I have milked her-"

"CORAL LEAF!!!"

Applejack slammed her hands down on the table so hard it shook! The tone in her voice was enough to say that she was done listening.

"Pack your things. Ah'm giving you fifteen minutes."

"Applejack, please-"

"GO, Coral!"

The finality in her words, was enough to make him realize he wasn't going to win this conversation. Coral slowly got up, and walked past Applejack. She sat as still as a statue, her hands on the table, not looking at his face as he stared down at her.

As he neared the stairs, he saw a pad of paper, and a pencil nearby. Taking them, he headed up to his room.

Applebloom's nipples were still aching slightly, as Big Mac left for the farm house.

She had no idea quite what had happened. All she saw were snippets of Coral, rushing around near the door, along with the sounds of heavy thudding, and breaking glass.

It sounded like he was okay, she thought. Of course, her mind returned to the thought that Applejack had ordered him into the house, before her big brother had come over to comfort her.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the farm house door open and close. As she looked over the curve of her breasts, she could see Coral's green-blue hair in the distance, some 20 feet away.

"Coral?" She cried out.

He didn't respond, and as he walked within her line-of-sight where her breasts met, she saw something she hadn't seen since he arrived: his suitcase, clutched in his left hand.

"No," she gasped. "No! NOOOO!!! CORAALLLLLLL!!!"

She was sure he had heard her, but he never looked back, as he passed out of her vision.

"CORAL COME BACK!!!! COME BACK!!!!"

She tried to move, but the weight of her bosom made it impossible.

"UNGH!!! UNGH!!! COME ON!!!"

Applebloom struggled and pulled, her skin attached to her massive milktanks hurting from the exertion, but surprisingly, she began to slowly make her way to the barn door!

She had managed to rotate her body, and was almost out the doorway, when she heard the screen door open, and a familiar voice cry out.

"Applebloom! What in the hay are you doing!?"

She ignored her sister, looking down the path where Coral had gone. He was almost a speck in the distance.

"CORAL LEAF!!!" she cried out, as loud as she could. "COME BACK!!! AH LOVE YOU PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!!"

Applebloom painfully continued to drag her body out into the yard, when she felt and saw two large red arms encircle her waist, and lift her up in a bearhug.

"Big Mac, stop!!" she cried, flailing about, kicking and thrashing like a bucking bronco. "PUT ME DOWN!!"

"Hold onta her Big Mac," cried Applejack. "Ah'll tug on the sheet under her and we can get her back in the barn-"

"Ah don't wanna go back!" cried the young Apple, as her siblings dragged her back inside. "AH DON'T WANT HIM TAH GO!!! CORRAAAALLLLLLL!!!!"

Once Applebloom was back inside the barn, Big Mac had let go of her, and he and Applejack quickly exited, closing the door behind them.

Applebloom had slammed her back against the door a few times, but it was no use, as her siblings had secured it from the outside. As her eyes welled up with tears, she buried her face in her massive bosom, soon crying herself to sleep.

She had no idea how long she had been out, but the sound of knocking on the door woke her immediately.

"GO AWAY!!" she yelled. "Ah don't wanna talk to you, Applejack!!"

"It's just us, Applebloom," came Sweetie Belle's voice from the other side of the door.

"G-girls?" came AB's voice, her anger melting away, to soft whimpers.

Within moments, the barn doors had been opened, and Applebloom found herself being hugged from both sides, by her two best friends. Once they made contact with her, the tears began to flow again.

As hard as she tried, Applebloom couldn't get herself to stop crying, each sob making her enormous bosom wobble.

"It's okay," said Scootaloo. "Just let it out."

"He-*sniff*-he's g-gone," sobbed Applebloom. "I-it was becuz of, Applejack ah-*sniff*-ah know it w-w-wuz."

"I'm sorry," sniffled Sweetie Belle, hugging her friend as best as she could. "We miss him too."

"He, he had to have passed through town," said Applebloom, trying to dry her eyes. "Did you two see him?"

"Yeah. He said he was on his way to the train station."

"W-what train wuz he gettin' on? Where did he go? B-back to Galloping Gulch?"

"We're not, sure," admitted Scootaloo. "He just told us he had used up his last strike, and was leaving Ponyville."

"We offered to, wait with him at the station until his train came," said Sweetie. "But he said we should get up here right away. He, said you sounded so sad."

The words caused more tears to flow out of those big orange eyes, and the three girls hugged each other again.

"Ah wish, ah wish ah could move agin," said AB. "If ah didn't have these, these things I'd go and find him!"

"But w-we don't know where he went, Applebloom" said Sweetie Belle. "Though maybe..I can help you in another way!"

"H-how?"

Sweetie disentangled herself from the group, and walked around to the front of her friend's massive chest.

As everypony watched, her unicorn horn glowed green, and soon, Applebloom's bosom was engulfed in the same green light! Sweetie gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, concentrating harder.

Applebloom gasped a bit, as she felt her chest move, ever-so-slightly!!

"Sweetie Belle, ah, ah think it's workin!"

Suddenly, the green glow disappeared, and AB's bosom, that had been slightly lifted above the ground a few millimeters, closed the gap, jiggling slightly.

"Agh," gasped Sweetie, as if she had finished holding her breath. "Sorry Applebloom, they're just, too heavy."

"Maybe you just need to practice more," chimed in Scootaloo. "Like when you levitated that broom during our Twilight Time sessions?"

"Maybe," said Sweetie, rubbing her forehead. "I guess I could also ask Twilight for help. Lifting Applebloom's breasts is a bit more complex than a broom."

"Uh, ah'm not disturbin' ya girls am I?" came the voice of a familiar old pony from behind them.

"Granny," said AB, mustering a little smile.

The girls opened some space up for the old mare, and she was enfolded with them.

"Ah'm sorry, dearie," said Granny. "Ah never expected this tuh happen."

"Ah know," said Applebloom. "At least you were fine with Coral."

"Well, he was a bit wet behind the ears," smiled Granny. "But most stallions are."

"Ah wish he woulda said goodbye. He wouldn't even look at me when he left..."

"Actually, um...ah think he did the next best thing."

"What, Granny?"

The old mare produced a folded piece of paper from her apron. On the front, was written, "To my Darling Applebloom."

"Saw it on the pillow in his bedroom," said Granny. "Picked it up, just in case yer sister wanted to throw it away."

"I don't think Applejack'd do that," said Scootaloo.

"Ah wouldn't be so sure," said Applebloom, taking the letter, and opening it. "Thanks again, Granny."

"Well? What's it say?" asked Sweetie Belle, coming over to the small grouping.

Applebloom starting reading:

My Darling Applebloom,

I never thought I'd be writing you a love letter under circumstances like this.

This afternoon, I found out that the Flim-Flam Brothers had sold your milk, outside of the deal they made with your sister.

I didn't mean to hurt them, but I'm afraid my emotions got the better of me, and I ended up wrecking their milking machine. I guess I just had enough of those two hurting a filly whom I've grown to love with all my heart, body, and soul.

I am leaving Ponyville, for where, I do not know yet. I do hope to write to you once I am settled, wherever I may end up in Equestria.

Despite these circumstances, I consider myself lucky to have worked with the Apple family, and met many prominent ponies and stallions, as well as your friends Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, even if Sweetie Belle can be annoying sometimes (I know you're there too Sweetie, so now you know the truth). However, you and your Cutie Mark Crusaders have been together for years, and I know they will help you weather the emotional storm you must be in as you are reading this.

I am also leaving your family a gift of goodwill. Though Applejack did pay me for my services in helping out during the harvest, I am only taking enough bits to buy a train ticket, as well as some food. I leave the remainder of my pay for your family to use (most likely, it may go to paying off the damages I made to the Flim-Flam's machine).

Finally, I ask one last thing of you. I know you may feel you may never forgive your sister for what has happened. It is my wish that you please not be too hard on her.

Your family is a special one, not just to Ponyville, but also all of Equestria, and I feel once you two get over how you are feeling right now, things will turn out for the better.

Speaking of Applejack, sounds like she's at the door. Please tell Big Mac that he is a great stallion as well, and though I leave under these circumstances, I enjoyed our little conversations very much during cider season.

I love you, now and forever, my very special somepony.

Coral Leaf

By the time she finished, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and even Granny Smith, were all misty-eyed.

Outside, the sun cast long shadows, as it began to set over Sweet Apple Acres.

From the door of the nearby farm house, a pair of familiar green eyes looked towards the open barn doors, before turning towards the soft blue shadows of the living room, as twilight began to settle in.

Author's Notes:

Well, another cliffhanger, so soon. I'm already anticipating the thumbs-down and complaints.

In writing out the overall story, there were a number of events that I considered 'tentpoles,' and this chapter's ending was one of them. It did change from my first iteration, where AB's bosoms were merely about the size of beanbag chairs, but that was before I decided to overindulge in some hyper-imagery.

I did have to go over the story quite a number of times, as I had Applejack reiterating a lot of the same things more times than usual. Partially, I feel this was maybe her trying to reassure herself that she was doing the right thing, but probably deep down being upset with what she had decided upon doing.

Originally, I did consider the milking sessions taking up a whole chapter, and the altercation at the end of this chapter, would happen in the next chapter. However, as I started writing this one out, it felt like it'd get too long and redundant to just have 'day-after-day' repetitions where AB was miserably milked, and Coral could do nothing but watch. It was a bit like the dilemma I had trying to write the first 5 days of the Cider Festival before our couple's big 'growth scene.'

I actually broke my rules with this chapter, and had pre-written out a bit of Coral being sent off, as well as the girls and him finding AB's milk being sold to Sugar Cube Corner. I wanted to toy with the audience, to see if you could possibly believe the brothers would stick to their word, but...as expected, they'll try to get money on the side any way they can.

I will confess that certain things happening 'politically,' did somehow find their way into my writing. I 'repackaged' these feelings in the scenes with the Flim-Flams smilingly saying how they're doing everything for everyone's benefit, and Coral is me, just quietly shaking my head.