The overhead lights slowly turned on, and Applejack's eyes adjusted to the brightened interior of the huge barn. It was hard to believe, but she could swear it seemed bigger on the inside!

The ceiling looked to be over 3 stories tall, and six rings of light illuminated the interior.

The barn was completely made of wood, and Applejack could only wonder how many horses had taken part in it's raising. The support beams were easily three times as big as those in the Apple's barn, and had a girth as big around as AJ's own body!

Her eyes were quickly drawn to the center of the barn, where she was greeted by a jaw-dropping sight!

Filling the majority of the barn's central area, were a gigantic pair of butter-yellow breasts! AJ had nothing to measure them against, but Applejack could swear they were twice the size of Applebloom's!

Protruding from the front, were two large, darkened areolas. They looked as big as the circular rug in the Apple's living room, and at the center of each, was a nub as big as Applejack's head!

What seemed just as odd, was that the mammoth mammaries were on a raised platform, causing them to droop slightly downward. And above them, dwarfed by their size, was a tiny, waving arm.

"Hello, Miss Applejack," came Gentle's voice. "Don't be scared, everything's alright!"

"Oh, uh, um, alright," smiled AJ sheepishly, as the breakfast plates in her hands seemed to wobble slightly.

"Bring her on up, Chesney. Ah'm so hungry, I can smell yer cooking all the way up here!"

"On our way up, Genny," nodded Chestnut. "Follow me, Applejack."

AJ obeyed, trying to keep an eye on him, but the closer she got to Gentle's bosom, the more her eyes were drawn to their immensity! If they had been sitting on the ground, they still would have been taller than Big Mac!

As they passed behind Gentle's bosom, AJ was treated to another strange sight.

A series of wooden stairs led up to a raised platform where Gentle was sitting. Ascending the stairs, brought AJ to a platform, hidden perfect behind the expanse of tit-flesh. But, it wasn't just a bare platform.

As AJ looked around, she saw that Gentle was sitting cross-legged on several large cushions, which were situated atop a large carpet. To Gentle's right side, was a wooden table and some chairs. On her other side, was a small lamp, and a bookshelf with several tomes, along with a small clock.

Chestnut had already set his items down on the table, and hugged his wife. AJ followed suit, and deposited her breakfast plates on the table as well.

As Gentle turned to look at her, AJ's eyes were drawn to Gentle's which shimmered green in the overhead lights. She was also quick to note, that Gentle's hair was a mixture of dark and light-green colors, just like Coral Leaf's. She also noted that the massive mare was topless, and the only clothing she wore, appeared to be a light-green skirt.

"Gentle Bounty, meet Applejack," smiled Chestnut.

"Well, uh, how'dya do?" said AJ, extending out her hand.

"My my my, it is so nice to meet you in person," smiled Gentle, shaking the extended hand. "Coral's letters to us have had nothing but praise for you and your family. He writes about you all so well, why, why it feels like we've known you for years!"

"Well, that's very nice of him to do so," smiled AJ, as that feeling of 'queasy guilt' returned to her stomach.

"As you might have guessed, I don't get many visitors, for, obvious reasons. But, it's not everyday we have us an Equestrian hero come up our way and visit us."

"Oh heh, ah'm really no hero, Mrs Bounty."

"And that reply, is why you're the Element of Honesty," said Chestnut, arranging the table and chairs closer to his wife's torso, and setting up their breakfast.

In a matter of minutes, AJ was sitting down with the two. As she dug into the delicious breakfast, Chestnut noticed AJ's eyes taking in the enormity of the barn.

"Bein' from a farm, I bet you've never seen a barn of this size before," he smiled.

"Nope," she replied. "Ours down on Sweet Apple Acres is pretty average."

"Well, I don't know how big it was originally, but I'd wager the first barn that stood on this site, was probably about as big as your family's. Course, now our barn's so big, you can use it as a landmark to find your way to our place."

"Yep. A filly at the train station told me just that," said AJ.

"Course, you prob'ly didn't expect to find somepony like me in here," smiled Gentle.

"Well ah, uh, will say I was surprised," replied AJ, trying to be polite.

"Oh. Are you alright, Miss Applejack?"

"You kin just call me Applejack, Gentle. Um, what makes you ask?"

"It's just you seem a bit...distracted."

"Distracted? Nonono, ah'm not distracted, it's just-"

"These?" asked Gentle, her hands patting her swollen spheres, their massive yellow expanse dwarfing her hands, and wobbling slightly from the pressure.

"Oh dear," said Chestnut. "I'm sorry Applejack, I had assumed Coral had, maybe told you a little bit about us. If this is uncomfortable, we can-"

"Nono, please," said Applejack. "Look, ah'm sorry if I seem a bit distracted. I do admit it all seems kinda new, and, I'm trying to be a bit more...open-minded, is all."

"Well, it's always good to have an open mind, dear," said Gentle. "So, what brought you to our farm?"

"I was kinda hoping to see if Coral was here. He, left the other day on a train, but didn't say where he was going."

"I was telling Applejack, maybe he just wanted to go off on a little adventure after her family's Cider Festival," remarked Chestnut.

"Oh yes, that did sound like fun," replied Gentle, now steering the conversation. "Tell me, Applejack, how did it go? Coral seemed so excited to be a part of your family's tradition."

"Well, it was one of our biggest festivals ever. Usually it's only a few days long, but we had so much to harvest, that Coral suggested we make it a week-long festival. Ah will admit, extendin' a Cider Festival by a few more days is a lot of work, but then, so was harvestin' that crop."

"Ah assume Coral was a hard worker?"

"Oh, yeah. He seemed to take our job as a hired hand rather seriously. Though seemed mah sister's friends were always trying to get him off and about."

"Ooohhh, your sister Applebloom?" said Gentle. "Coral seemed to talk about her quite a bit."

"He did?"

"Yes. Said she was very pretty, and she had some nice friends too! Um, what were their names?"

"Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. They've known Applebloom since they were little fillies."

"Oh, yes, now their names are coming back to me. And, Sweetie's the one with the famous Aunt who sews?"

"You must mean Rarity. She does a bit more than sew, actually. She's actually a famous fashionista-"

"Um, I'm sorry, fashie-whatzza?"

"It means she makes all kinds of clothing. She's also got a number of shops throughout Equestria, but her first was back in Ponyville."

"So I heard. Coral said Rarity had made him some things for his, ahem, size. To tell the truth, ah was so pleased to hear what your friend was able to do for our son. After he reached a certain age we, couldn't really afford to keep up with his, growth spurts."

"Really?" asked Applejack.

"Yes. As you can see, we have a rather small farm, and there aren't a lot of bits to go around, and, well, Coral's been wearing the same overalls for awhile now."

"Oh, ah didn't know," said AJ, swallowing another fork-full of eggs. "He never told me."

"Must be our family way," said Chestnut, wiping his mouth. "We all will admit our family is a bit different from others in Equestria, but, what we want most is to just be neighborly, and never lose sight of who we really are."

"That's, a very good way of thinkin' of things," replied Applejack.

After awhile, everyone had finished eating.

Chestnut and AJ cleared the table, with Chestnut giving his wife a kiss, before the two left the barn, and returned the items to the farmhouse kitchen, where AJ volunteered to clean them.

"Gentle seems very nice," she said, as Chestnut dried the dishes.

"She certainly lives up to her name," he replied. "I can still remember the first time I met her."

"Care to tell me about it?"

Once the dishes and utensils were put away, the two adjourned to the living room, where Chestnut began to reminisce.

"Well, I was about Coral's age, when I first came to the farm here," he began. "Our family had just moved to Galloping Gulch from a little area east of Vanhoover. Course, my father wasn't the best craftsman, and he didn't have all the tools he needed to start building our home. So, he sent me off to see if anyone nearby had some to spare.
"Well, I didn't know my way around any of these parts, and ended up getting lost. Though to this day, ah can't help thinking it was fate, that I stumbled onto Gentle's farm here."

"Was she out in the barn when you first met her?" asked AJ.

"No, she was in here. Her parents and her older sister had gone out for a walk to see a family a ways away, and cautioned her not to open the door to strangers. I didn't know this, and just knocked on the door. I can still see her coming down those stairs to answer the door. Her yellow skin was the first thing I noticed, and then, there was her chest. Not to sound strange or nothin' but, ah had never seen a filly as big as her before. She was wearing a rather tight-fitting dress, and as she came to the door, I remember her bosom pressing against it.
"I explained that I had gotten lost, and was wondering if she could help me find my way back to my parent's place. She explained that she was house-sitting for her folks, and couldn't leave. It was then that I asked if I could come in, but she refused...at first."

"At first?"

"At first. It was a pretty hot day that day, and to tell the truth, I didn't want to go wandering off again, possibly getting heat stroke, or lost in these woods again.
"I told her I'd just wait on the porch-swing until they got back. Course, after an hour out here, even the shade of the porch wasn't helping. I think when she saw me fanning myself with my hands, that's when she took pity on me. She opened the door and said I could come in for a bit, but then I'd have to go back out on the porch. I agreed, and she let me inside. Course, I was thirsty, and asked her for something to drink. She claimed she had some milk in the fridge, and-"

"Wait," interrupted Applejack. "Was it...hers?"

"It was," continued Chestnut. "Course, she didn't tell me that at the time, and I had no idea where it had come from. I simply assumed it was delivered from some local dairy. Well, she brought me a glass. I thanked her, took a sip, and then spit it out."

"Wh-why did you do that?"

"Because it tasted sour. I remember asking where she got it from, and that they should probably fire the cow...and that was when she looked at me with an expression that was a cross between sadness and anger, before blurting out that she had made it.
"She said she had been giving milk for awhile, and wanting to be hospitable, felt that her fresh milk would be more tasty. Course, I had never heard of a 'milkmare' before, and I thought maybe this was some local joke or something, but she seemed determined to prove it was her milk."

"And, how did she do that?" asked Applejack, leaning closer.

"She pulled her dress down over her breasts."

"Ah-WHUH!?"

"I know. My own parents had raised me to be a good stallion, and even I was a small bit taken aback! I remember her going into the kitchen, her breasts hanging over the top of her dress, and coming back with a new glass. As I watched, she took hold of her right nipple, and started milking herself into that glass!
"After it was pretty full, she told me to take another drink. Well, I mean after having tasted the sour milk in the first glass, I didn't want to, but she had an expression on her face that made me give in."

"And how was the second glass?"

"It tasted a little better. There was a bit of sourness, but it was almost like her determination to prove herself to me, affected the taste."

"You mean, she can actually control how her milk tastes?" asked Applejack.

"It's something we've never been able to fully understand," replied Chestnut. "As far as we know, Gentle is one-of-a-kind. I remember after a few years together, we asked a local Doctor if he had heard of any cases like hers. He hadn't, and talking to a few other doctors he knew, nopony could name another instance of it."

"Well, maybe there are, but, someponies don't want others to know about them," said AJ, feeling as if she had just described herself.

"That's what we think, too. Course, it took Gentle a bit of time to come around to me. I remember coming back to her farm a few weeks later. Her parents were home, and I asked her if she would like to take a walk.
"Her father was rather strict. I was still new in the area, and he was rather guarded of his daughter and her 'condition.' Even Gentle wasn't fully sure of a walk, so, I suggested if we could walk around the farm here. Just make a loop around it, passing by the kitchen window so her folks would know we were close by."

As his eyes drifted to a nearby clock, Chestnut suddenly pounded the armrest of his chair.

"Aw, will you look at that, I've been gabbin' up a storm and missed fixing Gentle's snack."

"Snack?" asked AJ. "But, we just had breakfast a little while ago."

"Well, it's part of her condition," said Chestnut, going to the kitchen. "As she got older, her breasts began to produce more milk. And, the more her body produced, the more food she needed."

"H-how often does she eat?" asked AJ, following behind him.

"About 8 times a day."

"E-eight times!?"

"I know, it sounds a little hard to believe," replied Chestnut, preparing a rather large sandwich. "Though when she was carrying Coral, she was always hungry. Thankfully, her parents squirreled enough bits away in savings, to help us out if we needed it."

"Well she, certainly looks pretty fit for her, um, age and all."

"It's like I tell her," said Chestnut with a chuckle. "'Genny, all that food's goin' straight to your chest!'"

AJ soon accompanied Chestnut back to the barn, where they found Gentle reading a book, before looking up and greeting her guests.

"Oh Applejack, you didn't need to come back out here so soon," said Gentle, taking the sandwich from her husband. "You should try to relax after your Cider Festival. And besides, you have that other thing comin' up too."

"You mean, the zap apple harvest."

"Yes, exactly."

"Well, ah got some time on that, though I do appreciate you n' yer husband allowing me to stay with you two."

"Well, it seems a perfect way to return the favor. You let our son stay with your family, and ah'm sure if any of your other family member showed up to our farm, we'd accommodate them too!"

"Well, thanks," replied Applejack.

"Oh, Chesney honey, ah think you may need to give me a little, release today," blushed Gentle.

"Is it, yer chest?" asked Applejack.

"Yes, dear. Chesney milked me a few days ago, but after awhile, I tend to get a little full again. It varies, but fortunately he's right there to help. Coral also helped him in the last few years."

"I, see."

"But, this must seem rather strange to you, Applejack. Why don't you go back in the house and relax? Chesney's got this under control."

"Well, actually," said Applejack, her hand sheepishly rubbing the back of her head. "Given all this talk about milkin' and all, I'm kinda...intrigued. Maybe you could, show me, Chestnut?"

After making their way down the stairs, Chestnut led Applejack to the rear of the barn, where two dozen wooden barrels were sitting. Chestnut rolled two over to his wife's left breast, and AJ rolled two more over to her right. They also brought along four barrel lids, some nails, and a hammer.

"Does it take long?" asked Applejack.

"It depends," said Chestnut, setting a barrel up under Gentle's left nipple. "Milking a mare sounds easy, but ah think whoever is makin' Milkmares 'up there,' probably sees this as a work-in-progress."

"Uh, come again?"

"Milking Gentle isn't always as simple as it looks. There are some days where she'll let out a steady stream, other days where it's just a trickle that can take several hours. There have even been a few times where her chest was so tight, I thought she might explode."

"Wh-what'd you do then?" asked AJ, trying to put the image of Applebloom's chest exploding out of her head.

"Those days can sometimes be the hardest. I stay by her side as often as I can, mainly running to the house for something to eat and drink for us. Of course, when she's finally 'ready,' it gets a bit...messy."

"Really?"

"Yeah. In a way, it's almost comical. The first time it happened, Gentle told me it felt like she might be ready. I went down to her left breast, and there was this tiny little drop at her nipple's tip. Well, I stuck my finger into it, and was bowled over by a geyser of milk a few moments later."

"Um, Chesney?" came Gentle's voice from up above, "not that I don't want Applejack to hear the rest of the story, but I have needs ah need you to focus on right now?"

"Of course, Genny," called up Chestnut, before lowering his voice to AJ. "It can be kinda fun, being hit with a stream of milk."

"I'll, take your word for it," smiled AJ, sheepishly. As she followed him over to the right nipple.

"I came up with this setup a year or so after Gentle was moved into the barn," he said. "It was very difficult to get milk out horizontally. And then one day, looking at our hose's spigot, I hit on the idea of elevating her.
"Her breasts and nipples are angled down in such a way, that gravity ends up helping in getting some more milk out of her."

Applejack nodded, watching Chestnut position the barrel beneath the huge nub. Then, she was rather surprised as he placed his left hand on the nub's curve, and then, placed his right hand over the front. His left hand moved back-and-forth, rubbing slowly. As his right hand rotated against the front of the thick nipple.

"Ooooooohhhhhh."

It sounded almost like a ghost, but Applejack soon realized it was Gentle, moaning high above them. Turning her attention back to the enormous nipple, the orange pony couldn't help feel herself getting goosebumps herself, as she saw hundreds of goosebumps popping up along the yellow expanse of pony-flesh in front of her!

"Mmmmm, come on Chestnut," Gentle moaned louder. "Don't tease me, please me!"

"You say 'please,' I'll start to squeeze," he called back."

"Ooohhh, pllleeaassseee!!!"

Applejack felt her cheeks flush red, wondering if she had made the right decision to stay, listening to the two talk like a couple of lovestruck teenagers, fondling each other in the back of a carriage.

As she watched, Chestnut's hands cupped the top and bottom of the head-sized nub. Then, he began to rub back-and-forth, making the nub twist clockwise and counter-clockwise, like a bottle cap. Then, he continued his rubbings, and moved his hands forwards, and backwards. The movements caused the nub to slowly stretch out, before Chestnut brought it back, a bit closer to the darkened areola.

He repeated this process for several minutes, before Applejack realized he was slowly increasing his speed. However, unlike the mechanical yankings that AJ had witnessed with the Flim-Flam's machine, Chestnut never stretched the nipple beyond a certain length. And, in the time that it had been going on, the sounds from Gentle up above, had consisted only of pleasured-filled moans, and peaceful sighs.

"Aaahhhh-MMMMMM," she moaned, as AJ watched Chestnut work the nipple like a pro. "I feel it, Chesney! You almost got it! Here it comes!!"

And before AJ's eyes, a steady stream of white escaped from the right nipple!

Once his wife had started giving milk, Chestnut stopped the rotation, and simply started an in-and-out motion on the nub, though just like before, he never pulled on it too hard.

"Bring the other barrel over," he said to Applejack. "Should be done with this one in a few minutes."

AJ complied, lining it up a few inches away from the now half-full barrel, as she watched Chestnut's hands on the dark rubbery nub (it was almost hypnotic!). There was nothing in his motions to belie that he had done this enough times, that it had become second nature to him.

Finally, with a good inch of barrel-space to fill up, Chestnut let go of his wife's nipple, which waggled for a few seconds, some droplets of milk still coming out. Chestnut then grabbed a cover, and as Applejack watched, he placed it on top of the barrel, and then secured 8 nails in place, with a quick three whacks for each. He worked so fast, that Gentle's nipple only had enough time to dribble nine drops on the barrel's wooden lid.

Once he had finished, Chestnut rolled the full barrel aside, and AJ quickly set up the next one for him.

"Thanks, Applejack," he smiled, before seconds later, his hands had grasped onto the nipple again, and begun to fill the next barrel, as Gentle could be heard giving another moan upon being fondled.

This time, AJ decided to help speed up the process, and was already set with the cover and nails, when Chestnut was ready to stop. She thought he might insist on doing it, but he simply gestured for her to 'go ahead.'

Applejack's skills were not quite as fast as his, but she did quick work, and got the barrel sealed in a little over double the time he had sealed the previous barrel.

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised you know your way around barrels," said Chestnut, removing a handkerchief from his pocket, and dabbing at his wife's dribbling nipple.

"Well, ah have had to barrel cider with mah fam'ly and friends," said AJ. "Course, it was fer a competition one time, against some fellas who wanted our farm."

"Hope ya trounced em good."

"Yeah, we did. But they keep poppin' back into our lives...sometimes not under the best of circumstances."

"Well, we can take our time in here," said Chestnut. Walking over to his wife's left breast. "I just wanted to, show off a little. I mean, it's not everyday I get to show off a skill like this, y'know?"

"Uh, yeah, heh-heh," chuckled AJ.

"Say, how would you like to handle the other one?"

"The other what?"

"The other nipple of course!"

"Oh," said AJ, a look of nervousness immediately spreading across her face. "Well, ah, uh, thanks fer the offer, but, ah, well, ah'd prob'ly make a mess of things and-"

"Make a mess of things?" chuckled Chestnut. "You can't do any worse than Coral with his first try. You know that picture on the living room table?"

"Uh-huh?"

"That was him seconds after he first tried to milk Gentle. He was just tugging and tugging and then *SPLUT*, a huge amount of milk just nailed him! Hey honey, remember when Coral first tried to milk you?"

"Oh yeah," came Gentle's voice. "I didn't see it happen, but that picture you took was so precious!"

"Yeah, he got quite a shock," chuckled Chestnut. "Then after a few seconds, he began to tear up. I think he was a little scared of what had just happened. I remember carrying him up to Gentle, and she gave him a big hug, and told him that 'Mommy's milk' wasn't anything to be scared of."

"Aw, that was sweet," smiled AJ.

"Yeah," said Chestnut. "So, wanna give it a try? I'll give you a few pointers."

"Well...alright," shrugged AJ. "When in Galloping Gulch..."

After Chestnut made sure the barrel was in place, he waited for Applejack to begin.

It took a few tedious minutes, before she finally put her hands on the protruding nub.

She could feel her face making several strange expressions. It was one thing to look at another mare's nipples, but to feel one this large, was definitely an 'alien' experience to her.

"Now just caress it, like a pet," explained Chestnut. "Do you have a dog on Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Well, we used to," replied AJ. "Her name was Winona."

"Ok. If it seems a little strange, I want you to just close your eyes, and imagine you're rubbing Winona. Pretend you're rubbing her head with your left hand, and rubbing her belly with your right."

"Okay," said AJ, taking a deep breath. "Ah kin do this."

AJ closed her eyes, and in her mind, she was back in her farm house's living room. Sitting next to her on the couch, was Winona. She smiled, imagining her little dog's brown and white fur, even hearing her whine obligingly, as her hands rubbed the top of her head, and belly.

"You doing okay, Applejack?" came Chestnut's voice, from a distance.

"Uh-huh," smiled AJ. "Ah'm doin' much better. This method works really well and, ah don't mind sayin, ah haven't thought about Winona in awhile."

"Well, just keep pettin' and stroking. I'll let you know when it's time to move onto the next step."

AJ focused back on her vision, seeing Winona in her mind, with her tongue hanging out, and her black eyes darting around the room. As she looked around her imaginary room, she could see Applebloom entering it. However, it was Applebloom as a filly, back when she reached no higher than AJ chest. Speaking of chests, there was not a hint of her future womanhood to be seen. Her tomboy-ish figure seemed to be from a time that Applejack almost wanted to fall back into, when Applebloom opened her mouth.

"Alright," came a voice out of it that wasn't Applebloom's. "It's time to start pullin' and tugging."

AJ shook her head, and found her eyes re-adjusting to the barn, with Chestnut standing across from her. It was then she noticed a wet feel on her right hand, that at first, she had assumed was Winona slobbering on it. Upon closer inspection, it was some milk that had started to leak from the nipple.

"Hope I didn't startle you out of a good daydream, but we're ready for the next step. You hear that, honey? AJ's halfway there!"

"Well, feels like she's doing a good job," came the voice of a slightly-breathy Gentle. "Just need to get through the next bit, Applejack, and we're almost done!"

"Ok, I get that you're probably not real, comfortable, watching what you're doing to Gentle's body, am I right?" asked Chestnut.

"Yeah," nodded AJ. "That focusing my thoughts thing seemed to do the trick, though. Made me kinda forget what I was doin' to Gentle here."

"Ok, then. If that's what it takes, we'll just do that for the next bit. Now as you saw me do, you don't need to apply a lot of force when milking her for this next step. Tell me, is there anything on Sweet Apple Acres, that might be similar? Something you could pull on, but get some, resistance?"

"Well, um, ah guess the, the zap apples!" said AJ. "They go through a very specific growing process, and in the fourth part of their growth, they aren't able to be picked. I remember Granny telling me how she tried, and the apple she gripped, snapped back like a rubber band."

"That's perfect," said Chestnut. "Now, place your hands around the nipple tip. Close your eyes, and pretend you're holding onto a not-too-ripe zap apple. Maybe you're just a little filly, and it seems really big to you! Now, slowly, pull it right, then push it back left, almost like you're trying to put it back in the tree."

AJ obeyed Chestnut again. Closing her eyes, she could see the zap apple orchard, and the oversized, grey zap apple in her hands. She gave it a tug to the right, and then, pushed it back into the leaves of the tree it was attached to.

As she kept tugging and pulling, she could hear Chestnut's voice, on the edge of her daydream.

"Good, good. Not too quick, you could ruin the flavor. Ok, there you go. She's putting out a nice, steady stream. Just like that, Applejack. Just like that."

Applejack continued her pretend tug-of-war with the zap apple, while in the real world, Chestnut watched the closed-eyed pony, continuing her milking session.

She seemed so intent with what she was doing, that Chestnut let her keep milking, as he covered up and nailed the first barrel shut, even though the stream of milk ricocheted off the wood, and splattered both of them.

A few moments later, Chestnut had rolled the second barrel into place, and AJ continued her routine, having no idea what had just happened.

Eventually, the second barrel was filled, and Chestnut called for AJ to stop.

As she let go of the apple in her daydream, a loud moan could be heard from Gentle above them.

"You did very well," smiled Chestnut, giving AJ a few pats on the shoulder. "What do ya say, honey? Should we invite Applejack up once-a-month for a little guest-help?"

"Mmmmmm-well, it's all up to her," sighed Gentle. "Applejack, your hands feel really nice."

"Aw well, thanks," blushed AJ. "Though, ah don't know if I, wanna do it again."

"Well, you tried something new, and you're still here," smiled Chestnut. "Feel any different?"

"Well, aside from the fact that ah just touched and pulled on a nipple as big as mah head...no?"

Chestnut chuckled at her comments, before he snapped his fingers. Before AJ knew what was happening, he was out the barn door, and sprinting up to the farm house. A minute later, he returned to AJ, with 3 mugs.

"Hold these," he said, giving her two of the mugs.

AJ obeyed, and as she watched, Chestnut stuck his mug under his wife's still dribbling nipple, and gave a small tug, resulting in the mug filling to overflowing.

AJ figured out what to do next, and maneuvered each mug under the milk-spout. Shortly afterwards, the two ascended the stairs and approached Gentle, who still seemed in the distant throes of ecstasy after her milking.

"Feel a little lighter hun-bun?" asked Chestnut.

"Mm-hmm," she smiled, as he leaned in for a kiss. "Looks like you brought us all something to drink."

"Well, I just felt like maybe we should toast to Applejack here," said Chestnut, taking a mug from AJ, and handing it to his wife.

"Oh, well, gee ah don't know," said AJ, looking at her own milk-filled mug. "I mean, i-it's not that I'm not tryin' to be disrespectful or nothing but, th-th-this just did come outta you, Gentle-"

"Oh Applejack dear, you're fretting over nothing," smiled Gentle. "Please, as a favor to me, take a sip. That's all I ask of you. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't finish it all, but just give my milk a try."

As she heard those words, AJ's mind flashed back to Applebloom, begging her to give Coral a third chance, after he had failed at bucking apples with his hind-legs, several weeks ago. AJ had given him that third chance, and he seemed to have been as reliable as AB seemed to believe him to be.

"Alright, Gentle," smiled AJ. "For you."

"Very well," said Chestnut, hoisting his mug high. "I propose a toast to Applejack, our family friend, and newly-tested milker."

AJ clinked her mug against the others, and as promised, took a sip. As she rolled the small amount of liquid around in her mouth, she was surprised to find it had a certain, sweetness to it. Gulping it down she took a bigger drink.

"Taste good?" giggled Gentle, watching Applejack's mug.

"It's, actually, pretty good," nodded Applejack, her eyebrows rising a little in surprise. "Ah guess, after that story Chestnut told me a little while ago, ah thought it might taste bad-"

"Chestnut!" cried out Gentle, turning her attention to her husband, a look of hurt/shock on her face.

"Honey please," he replied, setting his mug down and throwing up his hands. "I was just telling her about our first meeting is all."

"...oh," said Gentle, her face relaxing. "Well, ah will admit, I wasn't feeling particularly happy when I relieved myself of what was in my chest at that time."

"Yeah, Chestnut told me bout that," said AJ. "That you two figgered it was yer emotions that made it taste the way it did."

"Yes, that's right," replied Gentle. "Though actually, there was a bit more to it."

"Really?"

"Yes. Y'see, the first time Chestnut visited me, I had a rather trying few days. My milk just wouldn't come out. I was feeling so bloated, that when I finally could milk myself, I tried to squeeze out as much as I could, but the most I got out was about 6 bottles worth.
"And when he said the glass I served him tasted terrible, I just about died a little inside. But, he did accept my request for a second glass, and luckily, it tasted better. I do remember him still looking at me guiltily. I think that's how I knew Chesney was alright: he looked genuinely sorry for making me feel bad. In fact, after we talked a little bit longer, he asked if I would go fer a walk with him."

"And did you?" asked AJ.

"No. My parents were out with my sister, and the last thing I wanted was to make them worry. Course, Chesney here did ask if we could just sit out on the porch-swing and talk, but I was so big, if ah sat in the middle of it, my breasts would fill all that space! And, good girl that I was, I wasn't going to let him handle a filly like me...one he had just met that day."

"Yeah, so in the end, we just sat around inside and talked until her folks and sister came back," concluded Chestnut. "Course, her father's eyes were watching me the second he saw me through the screen-door."

"Daddy was always good in looking after me an' Demure."

"I'm sorry, who is Demure?" asked AJ.

"Oh, my older sister," replied Gentle. "Her full name is Demure Prudence. I think she felt Daddy liked me better, but I still believe he loved us both equally. To him, we were more valuable than precious stones, and I think seeing a young stallion in the living room talking to his youngest daughter, well, maybe he was realizing that, I was growing into becoming my own pony."

Those words seemed to quietly hit Applejack in the gut. She could imagine Gentle's father walking in and seeing a young stallion alone with his daughter. Deep down, she wondered if his expression mirrored hers, when she saw Applebloom and Coral Leaf together in the barn during the Cider Festival. She had never seen her little sister act the way she had towards another stallion until that night, when it seemed the world had changed for her, and the Apple family.

"Are you okay, Applejack?" came Chestnut's voice, breaking her out of her thoughts. "You looked like you were somewhere else just now."

"Oh, ah guess I was just thinkin' bout what Gentle said," said AJ, smiling politely. "Food fer thought, y'know? Say, speakin' of food, maybe ah can prepare an Apple Family apple pie fer dessert tonight. I packed some apples with me when I left Ponyville, and I'd just need the rest of the ingredients to finish it up."

"Well, that's very sweet of you," said Gentle, "But really, you should just take yer time up here and relax. Who knows how hard things will be when you get back for the harvest."

"Yeah," said AJ, imagining returning to Ponyville, without Coral. "But still, you're being such fine hosts, and, well, ah don't think I'd ever consider milkin' or even drinkin' from another pony until I met you two. And besides, making the pie isn't hard. Plus, you'll get a taste of our family's bumper crop of apples."

"Well, ah guess it would be okay," said Chestnut. "However, we don't have any of the proper ingredients in the house. We'd need to go to the General Store up the ways."

"Okay, well, maybe we can head on up this afternoon. I'm always up for a good walk."

Suddenly, there was a low growl, and AJ turned to see Gentle blushing, one hand on her stomach.

"Oh my," she said. "I guess we got so into our conversation, I didn't eat what you brought me, Chesney. Oh, and by the look of the clock over there, it's almost lunchtime! Can you make me a salad?"

As Chestnut went back into the house to prepare some lunch, AJ stayed in the barn with Gentle, who quickly devoured the last of her sandwich.

"He seems like a right fine stallion," said AJ, as Gentle licked some mustard from her fingers.

"Oh, he is a dear," replied Gentle. "Though I will admit, at first...I didn't think I was good enough for him."

"Whaddya mean by that? You seem like a nice pony to me."

"Yes, but I was also a big pony, though not as big as I am now. Not even Demure ended up as big as I did."

"So, when did you start, growing?"

"Well, ah was an 'early-bloomer,' as my Mom would say. I was a skinny little filly, until about the age of ten. I began to develop normally, but somewhere along the way, ah guess Mother Nature left the switch on for mah breasts. By the time I was 12, they were as big as my head, and by the time I was 14, they grew twice as big. Ah had a slowdown after that, though I did feel like there was...somethin' wrong with me."

"Sounds kinda like whut mah lil' sister Applebloom went through," remarked AJ.

"And, how did she handle it?"

"Well, she was havin' some issues when she was first growin.' Ah remember having growth spurts when I was growing up, but ah never outgrew my shirts as fast as she did! Luckily, my friend Rarity helped her out. She's been a lifesaver in makin' things that fit Applebloom, and make her look nice too."

"I'm back," came Chestnut's voice from the stairs, as he brought a large salad bowl, along with three empty ones. "I figured maybe we'd all have a little salad. I hope you don't mind, Applejack."

"Naw, I don't mind. We were just having a little conversation about my sister."

"Remember Applebloom, honey?" asked Gentle. "Coral mentioned her in his letters."

"Oh yeah," said Chestnut, serving salad to each of them. "Hear she's also a big pony for her age, kind of like you were, Gentle."

"I will admit, it is very rare to hear of another pony who is that large," said Gentle, talking to AJ.

"Yeah. There were a few fillies Applebloom's age, that teased her about how she looked. Got so bad that one time, she didn't come out of her room for several days."

"Oh, dear," said Gentle.

"Luckily, she's got some great friends, and Rarity helped give her some advice. Pretty soon, she was out and about, helping around the farm as best as she could. Course, she's had a few, minor growth spurts since then, and it's been kinda hard for her to help with chores and such."

"I was the same way," admitted Gentle. "I tried to help, but pretty soon, Dad was afraid I might over-exert myself, so he, Mom, and Demure did most of the chores."

"Say, speakin' of yer older sister, where is she, if ya don't mind me asking."

"She moved to Manehattan, shortly after Chesney and I were married," continued Gentle. "When we were younger, she and I had so much fun. We even shared a bedroom, and some nights, Dad would have to get us to stop playing around and get some sleep. But, things seemed to change when ah started growing."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, Demure started to grow a bit, 'distant' to me. It used to be we'd do a lot of things together, but after I really started getting big, she started being, quiet around me. I remember one day, she asked Dad if she could have the extra room for herself. She never explained why she wanted her own room, but Mom said it was probably because she was growing up, and wanted some personal space."

"I remember it even took her awhile to open up to me," said Chestnut. "By the time I met her, Genny and her each had their own rooms. It was often hard to figure out what she was thinking sometimes as well."

"Why do you think she probably was actin' the way she was?" asked AJ.

"I didn't really consider it until many years later, especially when I started growing again," admitted Gentle. "Shortly after Chesney and I were wed, my milk production really picked up. We didn't have much money, so Chesney moved into my room. I remember waking up real early one morning, and seeing him almost smothered by my left breast. He woke up, and seeing how big I was, tried to get me out of the room. However, my breasts had grown so large, that I was unable to even get one through the doorframe! So, Chesney grabbed every pot he could find in the house. It took until 6 the next morning, before he had milked me down to a manageable size to even squeeze out of our room. I had to use some of Mom's material to cover myself with, since nothing I had fit me."

"Tarnation," said AJ, her mind turning to AB again. "Did it happen again?"

"Yeah, about 3 days later," said Gentle. "After that, my Dad wondered about maybe getting an addition put on our farmhouse, but Chesney was concerned that he would exhaust what little money he had. My Dad was still concerned for my health, as well as my husband's, afraid we'd spend the rest of our lives milking me from midnight until the cock crowed. It was my sister who suggested the barn. She said it was big enough for me, and I wouldn't have to worry about the doorframe anymore.

"So, a day later, Chesney and I moved out to the barn. I will admit, I felt guilty, like I was subjecting my husband to house me like a...a sideshow attraction."

"I remember she just kept apologizing," said Chestnut. "Saying how she felt sorry for being what she was. I remember saying to her, 'you're sorry for being such a wonderful pony?'"

"He has a way with words," smiled Gentle, wistfully. "Every time I feel low, he helps perk me up. I remember Mom saying to me once, that I found me a real keeper."

"Yeah, it was easy to win over your Mom," said Chestnut. "Your Dad took some time to-oh geez, I just realized we've gone off-track! We were talking about your sister, and now we're onto your parents! Sorry, Applejack."

"Nono, this is all, rather interesting," admitted AJ. "Though maybe finish up that bit about Gentle's folks, and we kin get back to talkin' about Demure."

"Sure. As I was saying, Gentle's Mom was always nice when I was courting Gentle, but her Dad would often be very grumbly. I recall one time I asked Gentle's Mom about that, and she explained that because of Gentle's breasts, her Dad was very concerned that some stallion might try to take advantage of her, or possibly hurt her. To him, Gentle was the baby of the family, and he wanted to be sure she wasn't going to be hurt."

"So, how did you convince him you were alright?" asked AJ.

"Well, to tell the truth, I never really felt like I wholly won over my father-in-law. I had been courting Gentle for a few years, before I decided, that I just couldn't see a future for myself, without her in it. But also, I didn't want to be disrespectful to her family, and wanted to ask them for permission, before I proposed.
"Gentle's Mom I asked in private, and she gave me her blessing. For Gentle's Dad, I proposed that we go for a walk. After we got on a ways, I explained to him how I wanted to take the next step, and marry his daughter. I remember him stopping, and giving me this look...an icy look, like he was trying to look right through me."

"And...what did he say to you?" gulped AJ.

"He told me, that I was asking him to take on a big responsibility. He also said, it wasn't enough that I wanted to marry her. Being her partner in life, would mean that I would need to be there for her. He explained that he was fearful his daughter would marry the wrong stallion, that her appearance might win her a mate, but one who would tire of the help and care she would need. If I was to marry Gentle, he said I would need to be a responsible husband, and not see his daughter's breasts and condition as a burden that could be lightly thrown away.
"I remember explaining to him, that I knew what I was getting myself into. I had seen how he had been protective of his youngest daughter, and I wanted to be the stallion who wanted to take on that responsibility. I also assured him that I did not mean to replace him in her life, but wanted to give her another shoulder to lean on, and one she could depend on for the rest of her life."

"That still makes me smile, whenever I hear it," sniffed Gentle.

"It must have worked," smiled AJ.

"It sure did," nodded Chestnut. "He gave me his blessing, and later that evening, I proposed to Gentle. Course, it was a bit awkward, as I kneeled down, and plowed my face into her bosom."

"He certainly made an impression," smiled Gentle.

"And, how did Demure take the news?" asked Applejack.

"She wished me well, and even had a few words with Chesney, too. Though it sounded like she was just as concerned as my Dad."

"Eeyup," nodded Chestnut. "I still remember her saying, 'my sister needs a good stallion. If you think that's you, then good luck.'"

"That seems, like an odd way to say 'good luck,'" replied AJ. "Surely she must have seen how much you cared for her little sister."

"I did my best to get along with everyone in the family," said Chestnut. "Though it was a few years after we were married, that Gentle thinks she may have figured out what made her sister 'pull back.'"

"That was about a year after she up and moved to Manehattan," noted Gentle. "It was so odd, how when we were together, she wouldn't be so talkative. But after she moved away, she'd send me a letter every month, and they would be at least three pages long! At the most, I expected just a few words, like we'd been exchanging since I started growing...and that's when I thought I figured it out: my sister, she must have had a problem with 'these.'"

Applejack watched as Gentle's hands patted her massive mammaries.

"Y'mean, she just got real upset because of how you'd grown?" asked Applejack.

"It was the only thing that made sense! Before then, we were like two peas in a pod, and then, she started to pull away from me. I remember after having those thoughts, I included them in a letter to her, telling her that my breasts shouldn't get in the way of us bein' sisters. I'm sure you and Applebloom, haven't let her growing spurts get in the way of your relationship."

Applejack gulped, guiltily. Deep down, she wanted to deny it, but the way Gentle was describing her older sister, she was drawing some uneasy parallels to her own actions.

"Actually, Gentle...ah have," she said, hanging her head. "It was so much easier when Applebloom was...littler, but-"

"But then she got bigger," said Gentle, putting a hand on AJ's.

AJ nodded quietly, but looking up, she was surprised to see that Gentle was a bit...teary-eyed. "Are you okay, Gentle?"

Gentle sniffed a little, before her other hand came down, and cupped Applejack's hands firmly.

"Applejack," she said, "If living my life with these breasts has taught me anything, it's this: love and family, are bigger than any part of a pony or stallion's body.
"I love my big sister very, very much, and ah hoped that my letter might soften her feelings towards my appearance."

"D-did it?" asked AJ.

"I don't think so," replied Gentle. "The next letter, she didn't even mention what I had written...and that made me a little sadder inside. It seemed like she didn't even want to admit I had these breasts."

AJ could feel Gentle's hands get a bit tighter around hers, as she continued.

"I've tried several more times to get her to talk about this, but she won't...and I would hate to see Applebloom's breasts get in the way of you two being sisters. Ah don't like to lecture other ponies, but you gotta understand, ah...ah'm speaking from the heart on this."

AJ was staring intently into Gentle's green eyes, and could tell she meant every word of what she had said. Deep down, she did feel that she had given her sister more 'space' since she had started getting bigger. Plus, when Applebloom had needed comfort, it had been her friends and Rarity who had gotten her out of her sad mood! Hearing this tearful admittance from Gentle, made the orange pony solemnly nod her head.

"Ah, ah will, Gentle," nodded AJ. "I promise you, and you also Chestnut. I promise I'll do more."

"Thank you, Applejack," smiled Gentle, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Did Demure ever come around after those letters?"

"Sadly, no," chimed in Chestnut. "I thought of adding some words of my own, but Genny felt it was something she and her sister had to work through. Though when word came that Genny was pregnant, her sister became very excited."

"She ended up sending me letters every week," said Gentle. "Mostly wanting to know how I was doing. She would read articles about pregnancy and send me notes on them. Then, when Coral was born, she came to visit me...though, I never got to see her."

"Why not?"

"She claimed she didn't want to come into the barn, so, Chesney showed her little Coral by the door. It felt so...wrong! She had traveled all this way to see her nephew, but she wouldn't enter the barn and see me."

"Did you say anything to her then?"

"While she was here, I wrote a letter to her, and had Chesney put it by her bedside table. However, like the last letters I had written her, she never discussed it...and so, after that, I just accepted that...my sister didn't want to see me anymore. We could talk about things, like her day in the park, or seeing Coral starting to walk...but I guess I was too much little sister for her."

"Gentle, ah am so sorry to hear that," said AJ, as Gentle's hands opened, and AJ found herself clasping the butter-yellow hands. "Ah wish I could help you-I know! My friend Rarity has a boutique in Manehattan! Maybe ah could get your sister a gift, and tell her-"

"No, please," said Gentle. "Please Applejack, I know you want to help, but I think it's, just not going to happen. Just please, don't let any ill-will come between you and Applebloom. And if there is any, you do whatever you can, to make things right, before it's too late."

That's why I came here for, thought Applejack. But, the one stallion who could probably help us, is Celestia-knows-where at the moment. How am I ever going to make things right?

Author's Notes:

Yep, we've moved into a chapter that only mentions Applebloom and Coral Leaf, as we get Applejack meeting Gentle Bounty for the first time.

This chapter I considered a bit of an 'experiment,' as unlike the last chapter that moved from Applebloom's POV to Applejack's, this one is almost exclusively AJ's, as she meets Coral Leaf's parents, and finds out just how enormous Gentle Bounty is.

I had to re-wire my brain with this chapter, as I came up close to 9,000 words, and wondered if I should try to push towards 10,000+. However, I felt that in doing so, it'd just drag out what was a pretty decent storytelling chapter, that ended at a good place (though when one thinks of it we're mainly spending 2-4 hours with everyone in one spot, kind of like an arthouse film).

Building onto Chestnut and Gentle's backstory was a fun little game, as well as giving a little more character to Gentle's older sister, Demure Prudence (whom we've heard Coral mention a few times in previous chapters, but never by name). Much like Chestnut and Gentle's names, Demure's was one of those lunchtime brainteasers I put myself through at work, bouncing between doing work, and looking up words in online dictionaries and thesauruses.

Speaking of 'stories,' I had to go over my writing a few times, to be sure I made Chestnut and Gentle's stories seem semi-coherent. I figure our couple here are often willing to share stories with newcomers, and in truth, we could have really made them big storytellers, but I toned things down for the reader. I did find in going over some areas, that some lines tended to double-back on themselves. Hopefully, it all makes sense, and has you eager to know what will be coming in the next chapter.