"Alright Everypony, we're gonna need to step it up in a hurry."

It had been a few days since Applejack had taken a tally of the orchard's bumper crop of apples, and sitting before the family (and Coral Leaf) at the breakfast table, she was more stern than normal.

"Thanks to Coral uppin' his game, we've managed to crest harvestin' to around 81%. However, we've still got less than two weeks to go before the cider festival."

"But that's still only 19%, Applejack," said Applebloom, shifting a little in her chair. "You all kin buck that number out lickity-split!"

"It sounds rosy and all, sugar cube," said AJ, "But at this point, ah'm leavin' nothin' to chance."

Reaching under the table, Applejack pulled out a hand-drawn map of the farm.

"Alright, here's mah plan. The good news is the eastern and western orchards have all been harvested. That leaves us with maybe 8% of the south orchard, and 11% of the north orchard to be finished up. Big Mac, you'll work the north orchard, and Coral, you'll take the south."

"Eeyup," said Big Mac.

"Got it," said Coral.

"Applebloom, you'll help granny sort the bruised apples from the ones we've harvested, and get the brunt of em' ready to be made into cider."

"Ah'm on it," said Applebloom.

"*snore* Hun-whut? Oh, here," mumbled Granny Smith.

"What about you, Applejack?" Asked Coral.

"Ah'm gonna be busy as a bee in a hive," said Applejack. "Ah'll be a regular workhorse, bringin' the harvested apples to the barn for Applebloom and Granny Smith, and supervisin' you two. Also, if any of you need a hand, I'll be sure to help out."

"Alright," said Coral. "Sounds like you've got it all figured out.

"There is one more thing," said Applejack, "and it has to do with you, Coral."

"Me?" He asked, looking a little apprehensive.

"Your working late nights buckin' apples really helped us out. I want you to continue doin' what you do. However, I'd like you to work a little later than usual."

"How much later?"

"Ah figure a few more hours, til about midnight should do it."

"Aw come on, Applejack," said Applebloom. "Isn't he doin' enough to help out?"

"He's our hired hand, Applebloom," said Applejack. "Hopefully, he won't be gettin' anymore of those little headaches like the other day, right Coral?"

"Yeah, hope not," said Coral, smiling a little apprehensively.

"Well, guess that's that then, so let's get to work, Apples!"

One-by-one, the group got up from the table with ease, except for Coral, who had to back out a ways, to allow the large bulge between his thighs to gain some clearance.

Since he had started wearing Rarity's new clothes she had made for him, he sensed that most of the family was still a little unsure what to make of his bulge.

Of course, Applebloom didn't think nothing of it. Course, she had already seen him naked down at the swimming hole, and he had seen her in her birthday suit, thanks to a little naughty fun started by Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.

Guess I can't be too mad at them, said Coral smiling, as he got up.

"And whut's got you lookin' all slap-happy sappy?" asked Granny Smith, knocking Coral out of his little daydream.

"Oh, uh, I was just thinking about how good it'll be to try some of that Apple Family Cider," said Coral. "My cousin raved about it, and soon I'll be able to taste it for myself."

"Well, that's a recipe ah've passed down since ah was a spry young filly," said Granny Smith. "Why, ah remember it like it was yesterday-"

"Oh Coral, "came Applebloom's voice near the door, "why don'tcha help grab me a couple barrels of apples so ah can start sorting?"

"Coming," said Coral. "Sorry Granny, maybe another time."

"Uh, another time fer what?" Asked Granny as the door closed behind Coral.

"Thanks for getting me out of that," said Coral, as he carried some buckets of apples over to an area near the barn.

"No problem," said Applebloom, already picking through another bucket. "Don't get me wrong. Ah love Granny, but, she can sometimes get a bit long-winded."

"Kind of like Pinkie?" Asked Coral. "Say, speaking of Pinkie, are we still doing that barn dance during the cider festival?"

"Of course we are," said Applebloom. "Why? Gettin' cold hooves?"

"No, it's just, you said we'd probably have Pinkie set it up. Shouldn't she already be planning something?"

"You mean like a party?"

The tone of voice made Coral almost drop his next load of apples, as he turned to see the pink one herself, leaning against the cart!

"Wh-where did you come from?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes from bugging out of their sockets.

"From Sugarcube Corner," said Pinkie, "though if you want to go wwaaaaayyy back, I grew up on a rock farm! You know, it's an interesting story-"

"So, whut brings you by, Pinkie?" asked Applebloom, again saving Coral from another drawn-out history lesson.

"My Pinkie Sense," said Pinkie.

"Your what-sense?" asked Coral.

"Her Pinkie Sense," said Applebloom, before whispering quietly to him, "I'll tell you more about it later."

"Oh," said Coral, giving Applebloom a confirming wink. "So, what did your, Pinkie Sense say?"

"That someone is thinking of having a party in a few weeks," said Pinkie. "And, as the Premier Party-Planner in Ponyville, I've been rarin' to plan a perfectly punctually proficient party for plenty of ponies!"

"Well, as it turns out, Pinkie," said Applebloom. "Coral did propose a party during the middle of the cider festival in a few weeks."

"A-ha!" Said Pinkie. "I knew it! So, who's the party for?"

And so, Coral and Applebloom explained their idea, to hold an old-fashioned barn dance, and raise money to help build Ponyville a new library.

"Now that sounds like a perfect reason to party," said Pinkie. "I wonder why nopony else thought of doing that?"

"Guess it's just good ol' Coral here, usin' that big brain of his," said Applebloom, giving his head a few taps with her knuckle.

"Funny, his head doesn't look that big," said Pinkie, before her eyes finally caught sight of his bulging jeans. "Ooo, are you playing 'hide the balloon?' Cause I think I know where it is!"

Coral almost found himself in danger of the Pinkie's fingers grabbing hold of his endowment, when Applebloom dove in front of him.

"No Pinkie, don't! You know what? Why don't you, check out the barn, or, head back to town to prepare? Ah mean, we'd love to chat more, but we got chores to do, right Coral?"

"Yeah," said Coral, breathing a sigh of relief. "I better head out to the south orchard and get to work."

"Weeell, okie-dokie-lokie!" Said Pinkie. "Just you wait! I'm gonna throw a party that noone will forget for a real, real long time!"

As the two watched, Pinkie playfully hopped back to town, as Coral smiled sheepishly back at Applebloom.

"Thanks. I really thought my boys were in danger."

"Well, us big uns' gotta stick together," said Applebloom, arching her back. "Can't have everypony grabbing and squeezin' us all the time."

"Yeah," said Coral, finishing unloading the last bucket from the cart. "Well, no more apples, guess that's my cue to go."

"Me too," said Applebloom, sitting cross-legged in the center of the barrels, her bosom resting on her crossed legs. "Guess ah'll see you later."

Pinkie Pie's arrival had made Coral lose a half-an-hour applebucking, but like the trooper he was, he wasn't going to let the Apples down.
Tree-after-tree, he whacked away with his stick, sending apples tumbling down into the buckets below.

During the course of the day, Applejack would come by to collect some of the full barrels, and even dropped off a few bottles of juice for him to drink.

This helped greatly, as the work was causing Coral to sweat quite a bit.

As the afternoon wore on, he undid the buttons on his shirt, but pretty soon, he abandoned the shirt next to a tree, and worked shirtless, until the dinner bell rang.

As the entire family had been working all day, there wasn't that much to discuss. However, Applebloom's mentioning of Pinkie Pie showing up gave Applejack a chuckle.

"Guess her Pinkie Sense was bound to pick up yer talkin' bout a barn dance," she said to Coral.

"So, what exactly is Pinkie Sense?" Asked Coral. "Applebloom said she'd tell me about it later."

"Well, Pinkie sometimes gets these little signals from her body," said Applebloom. "Like her tail will twitch, or her ear will wiggle. It's been happenin' to her for years."

"Is there some sort of rhyme or reason to it?"

"Nah, it's just Pinkie bein' Pinkie," said Applejack. "When Twilight came to town years ago, she tried to use some science-y stuff to figure it out, but nothin' ever came of it."

"Well, she's definitely like no other pony I've seen," said Coral.

"Well, that's what makes Ponyville so unique," said Applebloom, giving him a sly little wink.

After dinner, Big Mac headed out to the barn to start barreling the first of the cider, while Coral headed back out to the south orchard. The sky was a little cloudy, so Applejack had given him a lantern and some matches, in case he needed some light.

The night got a bit nippy, but to Coral, the work kept him nice and warm. As the clouds passed over the moon, he lit the lantern, and soon found a new spot to buck apples.

A few hours later, he felt like he had accomplished quite a bit, looking at the numerous buckets of apples under the trees, receding into the dark of the orchard.

"Hopefully this will put Applejack's mind at ease," he said, proudly. "Just got to keep at it-"

"Ccooooooorrallll."

Coral felt his eyes go wide, as a sweet voice seemed to flow with the wind through the nearby trees.

"Wh-who's there?" He asked, taking the lantern down from a nearby tree.

"Whhhaatt are you dooooing?"

"J-just buckin' apples," said Coral, looking around as the lantern cast a small reddish glow around him.

"Whhyyy aren't yoouuu using your leeegggs?"

*THUMP*

*RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE*

Coral turned around, to see some apples from a nearby tree, tumble into some buckets.

"L-look, whoever, whatever you are," said Coral. "My legs aren't strong like the Apples. I'm just a hired hand, and, I do things, with-with this!"

He picked up his whacking stick, and held it ahead of him like a weapon.

"Nooottt, our, waayyy," the voice said, followed by the sound of another tree nearby being bucked.

"Well, maybe, your way isn't the only way," said Coral, swinging his glance around. "Look, stop playing games! Who are you...where are you!!?"

And that's when he heard a voice behind him.

"...here."

Coral swung with all his might, and suddenly, heard a scream!

Looking down, he saw Applebloom, crouched in the dirt, her bosom squished between her chest and knees.

"Sweet Celestia, Applebloom, was that you?"

"Y-yeah," she said, slowly getting to her feet. "Ah wuz just havin' a little fun with ya."

"Well, you should know better than to scare other ponies like that," he said. "Besides, what are you doing out here? You should be in bed by now."

"Well, ah thought I'd give you a hoof," she said.

"But I thought you were a bit too big to applebuck."

"Oh, I can still buck, but given how big these are," she said, pointing to her chest, "I get tired out a bit more quickly."

"Well, I guess a little help couldn't hurt," said Coral, hanging his lantern on a nearby branch.

And so it went.

Coral would use his whacking stick on the trees, while Applebloom would crouch down, before letting lose with her hooves. However, after a few dozen trees, Applebloom took a seat under one, while Coral whacked away at some trees nearby.

"Coral," came the sound of Applebloom's voice, as she wiped her forehead, and fanned her blouse.

"Yeah?" He asked, as his stick made contact with another tree.

"What's it like? Where you come from, ah mean?"

"You want to hear where I come from?"

"Yeah. Ah mean, me and my friends have traveled through Unicorn Range and Galloping Gorge when we've visited the Crystal Empire, but we never really thought about the kind of ponies that lived where you do."

"Well, there are ponies there," said Coral, setting down his stick, and sitting next to Applebloom, "though not a whole lot. It's mainly a bunch of small farms, spread around the area."

"And you never left, until a few weeks ago?"

"That's right. Just decided to come on down and see what was in the center of Equestria. Guess I got lucky, meeting your family...and you."
Applebloom blushed a bit at this mention.

"Well, ah didn't really do nothing."

"Oh, stop being so modest," said Coral. "You convinced your sister to give me a second chance, after I..well, when I 'attempted' to buck apples."

"Yeah, ah don't think I've ever seen anyone pass out from something like that," said Applebloom. "So, bout yer home. Did you, leave anypony, um, special behind?"

"No. Truth be told, there weren't many girls around."

"And ah bet if there were, they wouldn't have as big a chest as mine," said Applebloom, giving hers a little squeeze.

"Well," said Coral, looking a little uneasy, "there was somepony back home who was, a bit...bigger?"

"Oh?" Said Applebloom, looking at him with an inquisitive expression. "Are you tryin' to hide something from me, Coral Leaf?"

"Um, no. Never from you."

"Well, you were trying to hide this," she said, reaching out and giving his bulge a playful pat. "I'm thinkin' there WAS somepony special back home."

"Can we just not-"

"Uh-uh," said Applebloom. "Yer keepin' something from me, and ah want to know what it is."

"Applebloom-"

"If you don't, ah have ways of makin' ya talk," she said, wiggling her fingers, and making a playful lunge at him.

"Wait!"

She stifled a giggle, as he took a deep breath.

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anypony else."

"Pinkie promise?"

"No, just a regular promise. Just between you and me, okay?"

"Alright," she said, sitting upright, like an attentive (but busty) schoolgirl. "I promise...now, spill the beans!"

"Okay," he said. "You remember how I told you my family are farmers?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, we're not, regular farmers, like your family is."

"You mean you grow like, carrots n' stuff?"

"No, what we 'produce' on my family's farm, isn't typical for ponies."

"Well come on then," said Applebloom. "Stop beatin' around the bush, and tell me. What does yer family farm?"

"...milk."

"That's it? Yer family runs a dairy farm?" Applebloom started to laugh. "That's nothin' to be shy about, Coral. What pony doesn't like a tall glass of milk from time to time?"

"Well, it's not made by cows," he said, before taking a big gulp. "It's...mare-milk."

"Come again?" Asked Applebloom, looking confused.

"Mare-milk. Milk from,ponies."

"Well, ah know that," said Applebloom. "Applejack told me bout the birds n' the bees awhile ago. But really...mare-milk? Do you, um, like, have a lot of, relations?"

"No, just, my Mom," he said.

"And she makes enoguh milk for your family to run a farm?" asked Applebloom.

"Let's just say, she's as well-known for her milk where I live, just as Pinkie Pie's known for her party-planning around here."

"She must be, pretty big, ah reckon."

"Yeah," said Coral, a shy smile playing across his face. "Want to take a guess how big?"

Applebloom pointed to her own bosom.

"Bigger."

She spread her arms wider.

"Bigger."

This time, Applebloom's eyes opened wider too, as she extended her arms further, and Coral shook his head.

"Oh now yer just playin' with me, Coral Leaf," she said. "Ah bet yer just makin' this up to get back at me for spookin' ya earlier. Ah mean, your Mom's got huge breasts and she's a, a-"

"A milkmare."

"-right, a milkmare. How come ah've never heard of em' before? My entire life in Ponyville, not once have I even seen one."

"Well, that I can't explain," said Coral. "My Mom is the only one I've ever known, and when I asked my Dad why, he didn't have any answers. Said maybe it was genes, maybe something my Mom ate. Heck, maybe it was Princess Celestia fooling around with her magic. Still, my Mom being a milkmare didn't stop my Dad from marrying her."

"...you really are serious," she said.

"Cross my heart and hope to fly," he said.

"So, just how big, is yer Mom?"

"Hmm. Maybe I better show you."

Using his left hoof, Coral began making a circular pattern in the dirt. When he finished, the circle was big enough to fit the Apple Family's apple cart inside, over 6 times!

"Each of her breasts is as big as that circle," gestured Coral.

"That's, unbelievable," said Applebloom, looking down at her own body, trying to imagine what a pair of titties that size would look like attached to her body!

"Believe it," said Coral. "They've been that big since I've known her."

"So you, um, drank, from them? When you were little, ah mean," Asked Applebloom, blushing a little at her curious question.

"Um, no," said Coral, finding it odd to be discussing such a topic. "She's so big, that, I couldn't...suckle her. My Dad had to milk her, and then I drank from that supply he set aside for me. Actually, when she had me, she grew a bit bigger than what she normally is."

"Wow. Was it hard for your Dad? To, milk her?"

"Not really," said Coral. "He's been doing it since he and my Mom were teenagers. When I was 6, he taught me how to-"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa," said Applebloom, a bit bewildered. "You've milked, yer mother?"

"It was a farm," said Coral, matter-of-factly. "Just like on Sweet Apple Acres, everyone has to pitch in. If my Dad got sick, or he had to run a delivery a ways off, he'd leave me in charge. Of course, it took me some time to get the hang of it. First tries, I hit everything but the milk trough. But finally, I got the hang of it."

"Your Mom bein' that big, does it hurt?"

"Sometimes she can get pretty full. There have been times both Dad and I had to milk her at the same time. She says it feels...plesant. Course, I wouldn't know, but I believe her. When she gets really full, that means we sometimes end up with more milk than we can sell or use, and some we have to just dump in the nearby river."

"Wh-what's it taste like?" Asked Applebloom.

"Usually a little sweet. It can vary from day-to-day. Though Mom told me it wasn't always that good."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, when she first started, bloomin,' she was pretty happy, and then, she really started to grow as she reached her mid-teens."

"Sounds a lot like me," said Applebloom.

"Well, around the time she turned 16, she got her cutie mark, and that was when she started to give milk. She was the 'biggest' girl around those parts, and the only one at that age giving milk. Her parents weren't sure what to do, and they couldn't afford to take her to a doctor. She told me she felt really sad for a long time, feeling, different."

Hearing a sniffle, Coral turned to see Applebloom wiping her eyes.

"Then one day, my Dad who was a young stallion, came by looking for some tools. He had just moved to the area y'see, and managed to end up on her porch. My Mom answered the door, as her parents and her sister were visiting some neighbors a few miles away. She invited him in since it was a hot day, but seeing as how there wasn't anything to drink in the house, she got a crazy idea, and poured him some of her milk to drink."

"How was it?"

"Sour," said Coral. "Word was my Dad spit it out, and said it tasted terrible. When he asked where my Mom had got it, she said she had made it herself. My Dad didn't believe her at first, until she did the craziest thing he had ever seen a girl do."

"What?"

"...she undid her blouse, pulled off her bra, and refilled his glass, right in front of him."

"Ah, ah don't know what to say," said Applebloom, picturing the scene in her head.

"Neither did my Dad," chuckled Coral. "But he did take a drink. Though he did say afterward, that this glass didn't taste quite as sour. He then apologized to my Mom, and asked if she might be interested in going for a walk...after she had put her clothes back on."

"And did she?...um, go on a walk with him?"

"Oh no," said Coral. "She had just met him, and wasn't going to go anywhere unless her parents said it was okay."

"She sounds mighty respectable," said AB.

"Well, eventually her parents came home, and Dad asked them for permission. And then after a few months he asked for their permission again."

"Again?"

"To marry her."

"Ooohhhh."

"Mom said she was so happy, though as the wedding date approached, she began to grow again. She grew so big, that my Aunt ended up using her bedspreads to make a proper bodice for her dress."

"Must have looked a might strange."

"It did. I saw a picture. But it didn't matter about the dress, so much as the fact that they loved each other, and were now a couple. Word was, my Dad hadn't drank any of Mom's milk since the day he met her, but that evening, he asked her for a drink. Well, Mom was a little worried, but she did as he asked. Since she was too large to properly milk herself, Dad served himself."

"Was it any better?"

"Dad claims it was the best glass of milk he has ever tasted. Mom said he poured himself a few more, but had to stop, lest he burst his cummerbund."

"Wait. You said, 'has.' Surely yer Dad had more of her milk since then."

"Yeah, and Mom's never delivered a sour drop since that night. But still, Dad claims there was something about that tasting, that sticks with him."

"Yer Dad sounds like a real nice fellow."

"Oh, he is. And smart. It was a few weeks later that he asked Mom, if maybe they should start a dairy farm."

"Did she say yes?"

"Not at first. She was afraid of what others would say. Other than babies, ponies and stallions rarely drink Mare's milk. But, Dad thought her milk was good enough. He bought the proper equipment to collect her milk, and even moved their bedroom into a barn on his parent's property. Once it was finished, my Mom moved out there, and she's been living there ever since."

"In a barn?"

"She had to. You see, she had barely been able to squeeze into the bedroom in the main house, and after awhile, she couldn't even get through the doorframe. Took my Dad and a dozen other ponies to carefully remove the bedroom wall, and move her to the barn."

"Gol-ly!" Remarked Applebloom.

"So anyways, long story short, it took my Dad a little time, but eventually, most of the farm families around gave Mom's milk a try, and were sold. Course, there wasn't a whole lot of money to be made from her milk, so I didn't have a lot of things growing up."

"But you had your Aunt in Manehattan, who would send you books," remarked Applebloom.

"Hey, you still remember that?" Asked Coral.

"Well, you use such fancy words sometimes, it makes sense to me," said Applebloom. "Plus, you seem to like libraries like Twilight does."

"Not as much as her," chuckled Coral. "Anyway, now you know a bit more about me, and how I grew up. Hope you don't think any different of me."

Applebloom smiled, and scooted closer to him in the dirt.

"Ah think you're very sweet, Coral Leaf," she said. "You told me more than enough to see what a great pony you are. Ah'm sure your parents must be very proud of the stallion you've become."

Coral was finding it a bit difficult to breathe, let alone feeling like his heart was going to pop out of his chest (let alone the pressure in his pants!).

"I'm, I'm glad you understand, Applebloom," said Coral. "It's not something one normally talks about, and, since there aren't any milkmares around, I guess it can seem rather...gross."

"Or, maybe there actually is a milkmare here in Ponyville," said Applebloom, a devilish smile crossing her lips.

"Oh, I, I don't know about that," said Coral, as she began undoing the buttons on her blouse.

"Maybe ah'm just waitin' for the right stallion to come along," she cooed, pulling off her blouse, showing her large yellow breasts, contained in one of Rarity's lacy bras.

"M-maybe?" Said Coral, feeling a swelling in his pants.

"Hmm, waitin' fer somepony strong," said Applebloom, unhooking her bra. "Somepony nice and...big?"

With the last word, the rear hooks came undone, and she slid off the purple undergarment. As if for dramatic effect, the moon came out from behind a cloud, giving Coral a moonlit view of her twin beachballs.

"Would you do it, Coral?" Asked Applebloom, slowly walking towards him, each step making her chest bounce.

"W-would I what?"

"If ah was a milkmare, would you milk me?"

"Well, I mean, you, your sister, I wh-"

"*gasp* You'd milk mah sister too?"

"Nonono, I didn't mean tha-"

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Applebloom bent forward, her hands holding the sides of her chest.

"What-what is it?"

"They're growin, Coral. Ah, ah think I'm fillin' up with milk!"

"Th-that can't be! You, you don't look any bigger than -"

"Ah! Oh, ah feel like I, ah need to be milked!"

Coral was unsure just what to do. He stood there, gaping at his employer's bountiful daughter, holding her bosom, gasping and moaning right in front of him!

"Help me, Coral," she pleaded. "Ah, ah need you to milk me!"

Coral was so confused. While his mind was telling him he was probably wrong to be thinking what he was thinking, he scooted in front of her, his bulging crotch spreading his legs wide.

"Plleeeaasse," begged Applebloom.

And before he knew it, the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands, reached out, and squeezed the tips of each of Applebloom's huge nipples!

"Oh' Celestia," she cried out. "Milk me, Coral Leaf!"

He obeyed her command.

Coral tugged at one breast, and then the other. The round forms stretching and then squishing back, as he tried to milk the moaning girl.

"Nothing's coming out," he said.

"Tug, harder," she gasped, as her hands suddenly maneuvered under her chest, and flew to the zipper of his tight crotch.

"W-what, are, you, doing?" He gasped, still trying to get some milk out of her.

"You, need, release, too," she cried, and before he knew what was happening she had sprung his monster erection, and unwrapped it from Rarity's underwear like a Christmas present!

However, once freed, the enlarged penis jutted out right in front of Coral, straight into Applebloom's cleavage.

"S-sor-"

"Don't," she squeaked out, as her hands grasped his huge rod near it's base, and started to rub it vigorously.

Both Coral Leaf and Applebloom were soon overcome with a feeling neither had ever felt before: lust.

Coral's mind seemed to have lost the ability to reason. Forget applebucking, forget the harvest. At this moment, he was lost in the ecstasy of tugging and pulling on this amazing girl's bosom, as her soft hands stroked his huge shaft, which tingled as if a spark of electricity were running through it!

Applebloom as well, was experiencing a tingling sensation in her chest, as Coral pulled and pushed on her huge bosom. Suddenly, the tingling sensation seemed to travel through her entire body, and she suddenly slumped down in the dirt, as Coral, leaned over her, both breathing heavily.

"Wh-what's wrong?" He asked, "Are, you hurt?"

"No," she answered, gasping for air. "That...felt, amazing!"

"But, no milk came out," said Coral.

"I know," she said, "I'm not, a milkmare."

"But, but you said you were filling up."

"I just said that," she gasped again. "I, wanted to imagine, what it felt like."

"You mean, you tricked me?"

"No, nonononono," she cooed, softly.

"I, believed you," said Coral, his brain starting to gain reasoning skills again.

"Now Coral, please don't be mad."

"But, but you're half naked, and my, my dick's sticking out!"

"So? We saw each other naked a few days ago."

"Yeah," he said.

"And it's not like anyone saw us, right?"

"...Yeah?"

"Are you gonna tell Applejack what just happened?"

"No!...um, are you?"

"Of course not!" said Applebloom, rolling her eyes. "Whaddya think, ah'm crazy?"

"Well, you did just trick me into squeezing your boobs," said Coral.

"And ah gave yer rod a few squeezin's too," she said, grinning.

That seemed to lighten up the mood, and they both laughed, until Coral bucked his hips, causing his 3-ft long dick to squeeze further between her massive mounds, and hit Applebloom in the face!

"Hey! Watch it, Colossal Coral!"

A short time later, Coral and Applebloom entered the Apple's farmhouse, being very careful not to make too much noise.

However, as they neared Applebloom's room, the sound of something hitting the floor caused them to stop!

Using the lantern, they realized it was a button.

Trying to realize where it had come from, the two soon realized it had once been a part of Applebloom's top.

Picking it up, Coral placed it in her hand, and quietly, she slipped into her room, giving him a little wave of her hand.

Night, Coral, she mouthed, quietly.

Night, Applebloom, he mouthed in return.

The next day, Applebloom awoke as the cock crowed outside her window.

As she stretched and yawned, she looked down at her bosom...which looked even tighter in her pajama top than usual!

I swear, she thought. Every time ah look at you two, you seem bigger.

Getting up, she headed to the bathroom, where she undressed before the bathroom mirror.

Staring back at her, was a mature filly, sleep still in her eyes, and some tangles in her red hair.

Looking down at her breasts, she noted that they seemed to now hang past her belly button!

Maybe it was from Coral playin' with em last night, she thought, as her hands crested their swollen curves, and moved towards her large areola.

Closing her eyes, she could still feel his fingers, tugging and pulling, trying to milk her massive mammaries.

Getting into the shower, she turned on the faucet, and was met with a blast of cold water, that quickly became warm.

Using a bar of soap, she began to lather herself from head to toe, but as she soaped up her chest, she kept thinking back to Coral, and his hands kneading and squeezing her enormous assets.

Tilting her body under the shower, she felt droplets of water hug the contours of her chest, and drip down from her nipples, into the drain below.

Getting a naughty idea in her head, she took hold of her rubbery nipples, and began to tug and pull, just as Coral had done. As she felt the water trickle down from the tips, she imagined the liquid to be her own milk.

"Mornin,' Applejack," she whispered quietly to herself. "What's that? Ya need some milk for yer cereal? Well your big lil' sis has ya covered. And Granny Smith, that oatmeal could use a lil' of mah personal flavor. There ya go, only the best for mah favorite Granny. And Big Mac, you say you need a drink? Well, here's a nice tall-"

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

"Applebloom? You bout done in there?"

Applejack's voice broke through Applebloom's little fantasy, and she quickly let go of her breasts, which bounced against her abdomen.

"Yeah sis, almost done," she said, trying to rinse off the leftover soap.

"You better not have used up all the hot water. You don't want yer brother and Coral turning into icicles."

"Eeyup," came Big Mac's voice through the door.

Applebloom was particularly quiet during breakfast, eating away at her flapjacks, as Applejack addressed Coral.

"So, you think the extra hours last night helped?" asked Applejack, causing Applebloom's eyes to shift quietly to Coral.

"Yeah, I think they'll end up being a big help," he said, his eyes staying perfectly on Applejack.

"How about you, Applebloom?" Asked AJ. "We could always use a second opinion."

"Um, oh yeah," she said, gulping down a forkful of pancake. "You know ol' Coral here, best hired hand Sweet Apple Acres ever got, yesiree!"

Applebloom didn't say much to Coral after that. Once breakfast had been cleared, she and Granny Smith headed for the barn, and Coral headed off to the south orchard again.

She saw him look her way and give her a wave and a smile, and she attempted a polite wave back, but she found herself feeling, a little, strange, watching him walk down the path, out of her sight.

"Watch what yer doin' there, silly goose," said Granny Smith.

"Huh, whuh?" Said Applebloom, as if she had been 'goosed' herself.

"That there apple's in the wrong pile. Bruised ones go over there," she pointed to a dark brown bucket.

"Oh right. Sorry Granny," said Applebloom, picking her latest apple back up and tossing it in the proper bucket.

After a few more minutes of silence, Granny stopped sorting, and turned to Applebloom.

"Is uh, somethin' wrong, dearie?"

"Huh? N-no, nothin's, wrong Granny," said Applebloom.

"Well ah've known you since you was a brand new baby pony, and usually when you gets quiet like this, there's somethin' on yer mind."

"You, think so Granny?"

"I may be a might old, but I know you, yer sis, and brother well enough to tell when there's more going on up in yer noggin, than yer lettin' outta yer gob."

"Well, to tell you the truth Granny, I've been doin' some thinkin," said Applebloom, turning to face her elder.

"Bout what?"

"Bout, well, ah don't know. My...my destiny, ah guess."

"Now hon, is this to do with you still not havin' a cutie mark?"

"Well, kinda."

"Well like yer sister said, you'll get it one day-"

"I'm sure ah will, Granny, but, it's not just that."

"Well, what else is there?"

Maybe I'm...not cut out to be an apple after all, Applebloom wanted to say. Maybe I'm destined for something, different.

"Um, well...maybe...somepony?"

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, as Granny suddenly gave a chuckle.

"Is that it, then? Mah lil' Applebloom's got her sights on a handsome stallion?"

"Well, maybe?"

"'Maybe?' Is that the only word yer gonna use all day?"

"Well, ah, he, ah-ah don't really know, Granny!"

Applebloom rose to her feet so fast that her bosom almost bopped her in the chin, as she walked a ways over to the barn doors, and stared off towards the orchards, where the distant sounds of the harvest were carried in on the wind.

"Now now," said Granny, slowly getting up and walking over to Applebloom. "Ah didn't mean to make you mad."

"*sigh* Ah know, Granny," said AB, giving her elder a hug as she came up next to her.

"It's that Coral Leaf, isn't it?"

"Applebloom's eyes popped open.

"Hu-how did you-?"

"Well, he's just bout the only young stallion around that seems appropriate for you. And I've seen him sneakin' some glances at you during dinnertime."

"Well, guess nothin' gets by you, Granny," said Applebloom.

"Ah may not be as spry as ah once was," said Granny, "but my eyes are always keepin' a lookout: especially for potential mates for mah grandchildren."

"Granny, he's not a, a mate," said Applebloom, blush returning to her cheeks.

"Well, maybe, yer special somepony?"

"M-maybe, or...just a, friend?"

"Well, which is he, then?"

"Ah.., ah guess I'm still tryin' to figure that out."

"Well, you better figure it out soon, dearie. Once the Cider Festival's over, he's prob'ly gonna be hitting the road again. After all, yer sis only hired him out for the harvestin.' Come on now, let's get back to work."

"In-in a minute, Granny," said Applebloom her eyes a little glassy, as she looked back out towards the orchard.

After a rather quiet dinner, Coral was back out buckin' away in the south orchard. Just like that morning, Applebloom had been rather quiet, and this had caused him to question the night before.

Had he gone too far? Maybe she was upset at how he had touched her body? But then again, she had unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, allowing it to lay in her deep cleavage.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling nearby.

"Hark! Is it the ghost of Sweet Apple Acres who approaches?" He said.

"No, it's just me," said Applebloom stepping out of the shadows, wearing jean shorts and a denim top, and carrying a lantern of her own.

"So, um, are you, mad at me?" asked Coral.

"Mad at you? Coral, why would I be mad at you?"

"Well, ever since this morning, you haven't said a word to me. Even at dinner you ignored me-"

"But ah'm here now," she said, the lantern illuminating her face, showing an expression that Coral couldn't figure out.

"Yeah, so you are," he said, taking a whack at a tree. "So, you want to help, talk, or something else?"

"I think, I...I need to know something, from you," she said, shyly rubbing her arm, squishing her chest uncomfortably.

"Well, what is it?" He asked, swinging at another tree. "You want to know more about where I grew up? Want to know more about milkmares? More about-"

"Do you like me, Coral Leaf?"

His heart jumped in his chest, as he turned to look at her.

"Coral, ah need to know. Last night, was, was, strange, and weird and, and-and, just so bizarre. I've, never let any stallion touch me like that. And then this mornin,' ah was thinkin' bout yer Mom, and, ah was in the shower, imagining how it would be if ah wuz givin' milk. Ah know it sounds crazy, but what if, that's mah destiny? Ah know I'm an Apple, but what Apple has breasts like these? Ever since you came here Coral, you've been so nice. You saved me from Timberwolves, you helped me stand up to Diamond Tiara, mah friends even like you, and, and-and-and ah know I'm ramblin' like a madpony, and ah think ah could just go on gabbin' mah gums off til' the milkmares came home unless you-"

"I love you, Applebloom."

Her mouth hung open like a fish gasping for air, as Coral put down his stick, and walked over to her.

"The first time I saw you, when I came to Sweet Apple Acres, I couldn't get you out of my mind. I felt so odd having this big bulge between my legs, and I had never seen such a pretty pony before. I remember when we were being chased by those Timberwolves. I was terrified, but I was even more terrified that they might harm you. I was so happy to see you stand up to Diamond like you promised me, and I will admit, I first thought your friend Sweetie Belle was annoying. But the other day, despite you girls ganging up on me and making me go around naked, I think you helped me, in a way nopony else has ever done before. If not for you and your friends, I'd probably still be wearing my overalls and going around without underwear, wandering around Appleloosa somewhere."

"Wow," said Applebloom. "Walkin' around without yer underwear on. You really know how tah' charm a girl, Coral."

Coral just smiled and opened his arms wide. Next thing he knew, Applebloom had taken a flying leap, and with a tidal wave of boobflesh, the two landed in a poof of dust, as Coral leaned up, and kissed Applebloom...on her lips! He could feel his penis getting hard against her lower extremities, but he didn't care anymore. She was hugging him tightly, her twin beachballs squashed against his chest, and she could also feel his bulge, squished against her waist. These two awkward young ponies it seemed, had finally found their perfect somepony.

"Mmm," said Coral, licking his lips.

"What?" Asked Applebloom.

"Such a tasty little apple."

Some time later, the two sat next to their lanterns, as the sky overhead was illuminated with stars.

"Ah wonder if they would've approved of you," said Applebloom, staring up into the sky.

"Who?" Asked Coral.

Mah parents," said AB. "Oh heck, here ah've gone and spoiled the moment-"

"No no, it's fine," said Coral. "Go ahead. I mean, did you know them?"

"Not really. Granny says they died when I was still a baby."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Coral. "Does Applejack have any memories about them?"

"None she's ever shared with me. Yer lucky, though. You had a mother and a father."

As he looked at her eyes, Coral took Applebloom's hand, and gave it a little kiss.

"I think they would have been fine with me," he said, reassuringly. "Applebloom, I know I'm just some over-sized farmboy from northwestern Equestria, but all I want to do is make sure you're happy."

A smile spread across her face, and in the glint of the lanterns, he saw tears begin to form in her eyes.

"Ah want that so much," she said, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "But, I don't know if that's going to be possible."

"Why not?"

"Ah was talkin' to Granny Smith this afternoon, and she reminded me, that once the harvest and ciderfest is over, you'll be leaving."

"Oh yeah...that," said Coral, looking at the dancing flames in the lanterns.

"You forgot?" She asked, looking into his face.

"Guess I've just been living in the moment."

"Must be somethin' in the air round here," replied Applebloom. "Sometimes, it feels so nice here...so, comfortable. Course, in a few weeks, the Timberwolves will start howlin,' and the zap apple trees will-wait a minute, ah got it!"

"What?"

"The zap apple harvest! It's usually a big job to prepare for, and seein' as how I'm kinda, y'know, a bit bigger than normal, maybe Applejack would consider lettin' ya help in my place!"

"Worth a shot," said Coral, giving her a cuddling squeeze. That's one thing I like about you, Applebloom. Big heart, big breasts, big brains."

"Whoa, slow down there, big boy," she said, giving him a crooked smile. "Don't be gettin' too big for yer britches."

Of course, the cuddling couldn't last, as Coral had to remind Applebloom that they still had plenty more apples to buck.

This time, they stayed out an extra hour, to make up for their 'alone time.' Needless to say, they returned to the farmhouse, a little more exhausted than the day before, but this time, it was hand-in-hand.

As they stood in front of Applebloom's door, another kiss was exchanged, before they parted for the evening.

And so it went, for the next couple days. As evening fell over the orchards, Coral would be working away, eagerly waiting for his special somepony to make her appearance.

Eventually, Applebloom appeared, and would assist the best she could.

They would still take some time to rest, and share more about each other.

Applebloom opened up a bit more about her life in Ponyville, as well as the adventures she and her friends had gone on.

Even with with the extra help that Applebloom added by bucking a tree or two, it made all the difference, when soon, the south orchard was finally picked clean!

Now, with just the north orchard left to harvest, Applejack ended up changing her lineup.

Big Mac was moved back up to the farmhouse, where he solely worked the cider press. This left Coral taking over the main harvesting duties of the north orchard, while still maintaining his late-night schedule (with secret, nightly visits from Applebloom).

And then, 4 days before the deadline, Applejack called the entire family out to the north orchard. In a field of trees that had been bucked clean, stood Coral.

"Apple Family," said Applejack. "Ah never thought this day would come. But ah guess you were right, Applebloom. Maybe ah wuz just bein' a bit silly.

"Anywhoo, thanks to our amazing hired hand, Coral Leaf, we're about to wrap up an amazin' harvest! Coral, would you do the honors?"

"As you wish, Applejack," he said, and taking a big wind-up, swung his stick with all his might, and with a rustling of leaves, the last of the apples had been harvested!

The family hooted and hollered, and next thing Coral knew, Big Mac had grabbed his hand and squeezed him in with the family, who celebrated for a few more minutes before Applejack straightened her hat.

"Alright now, harvestin's done, but we got some other things still to do. Now, Big Mac's already got plenty of cider made for the first few days, but ah feel we're gonna need more. Ah hear Pinkie is really spreadin' the word on this week-long shindig, and so, ah think we'll need at least 20-25 barrels a day, instead of our usual 15. Also, ah know you have your heart set on that barn dance, Coral. So, here's what ah'm proposin. On that day, we'll up the amount of barrels by a bit more, and give all proceeds from that day to gettin' Ponyville a new library. Plus, any donations at the barn dance as well."

"Applejack," said Coral. "That sounds great. Thank you for that."

Next thing Applejack knew, the young stallion had given her a big hug (with a bit of a big bulge included!).

"Uh-heh-heh, well then," said Applejack, pulling away a bit awkwardly. "Ah'm gonna let you and Applebloom off for the rest of the day, so you two can go into town."

"Fer what?" Asked Applebloom.

"Fer yourselves," said Applejack. "It's not everyday we have a barn dance. And besides, if Rarity can make you and your friends some nice swimsuits, ah reckon she can make you some nice attire for the dance."

"She sure can," said Applebloom, taking Coral's hand. "Come on, Coral. Let's go!"

Applebloom spent most of the walk to town, yammerin' away as Coral just smiled and nodded. As they got a ways away from the farm, Applebloom found herself taking Coral's hand, and a smile spread across his face. When they eventually got to town, they passed Sugarcube Corner, where Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were leaving with milkshakes in their hands.

"Hi, girls," waved Applebloom.

"Hi Applebloom," called out Sweetie, before suddenly gasping. "Oh my gosh, Scootaloo. Look!"

"W-what is it?" Asked Coral, as the two fillies approached.

"What is it?" Said Sweetie, taking hold of Applebloom and Coral's conjoined hands, and waggling them in his face. "You're holding my best friend's hand!"

"Applebloom, is there something you wanna tell us?" asked Scootaloo.

"Girls," said Applebloom, blushing furiously, "meet mah special somepony, Coral Leaf."

It was the second time in an hour that Coral found himself in the midst of a loud, raucous group of celebrating ponies.

"This calls for a little celebration," said Scootaloo, taking Applebloom's hand. "Milkshakes, all around!"

"Ah think that's being taken care of," giggled Applebloom, looking down at her wobbling chest, and smiling secretly at Coral, as the two shared the little joke.

A few moments later, the group were drinking their milkshakes, as they walked towards Rarity's.

"Oh, Rarity is going to have a field day," said Sweetie. "She's still talking about those swimsuits...especially yours, Coral. I bet she can come up with some great stuff for us to wear to the barn dance!"

"It's so nice that you even got Applejack to do a donation drive for a new library," chimed in Scootaloo to Coral. "Truth be told, I do kind of miss the Golden Oaks Library."

"Yeah," said Sweetie Belle. "Say, remember that time you tried to make an apple grow in there Applebloom, and we ended up covered in applesauce?"

"Yeah, not one of my best moments," said Applebloom, remembering her 'Twilight Time' as a young filly. "I do hope Rarity isn't too busy. Truth be told, ah may need mah bras adjusted."

"They grew again?" asked Sweetie. "Well, Rarity shouldn't have any problems there. She may question what you're eatin' to make you get so big, but truth be told, she loves a good challenge. Come to think of it, what ARE you eating to make you get so big? Maybe you could hook me and Scootaloo up with your secret stash? We are your best friends, after all."

As he listened to the girls talk, Coral was all smiles, sipping his banana milkshake. His hand felt warm in Applebloom's, and he couldn't recall a more perfect day. However, as the group passed in front of Twilight Sparkle's castle, something crossed his mind.

"Say, Applebloom," he said. "Why don't you and your friends go to Rarity's, and I'll catch up?"

"Huh? What for?" asked Applebloom.

"I want to ask Twilight something," said Coral. "It'll be really quick."

"Alright," said Applebloom, as she let go of his hand, and then planted a kiss on his cheek. "See you soon."

"Byyyeeeee, Corrraalll," said Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo in cheerful unison, before breaking into fits of laughter.

"Bye girls," he said, smiling and waving back.

"My sister doesn't like to be kept waiting," Sweetie called back playfully, before the girls disappeared around a corner.

Entering through the big double-doors of Twilight's castle, Coral walked down the long hallway, until he reached the main library of the castle. In her chair, sat Twilight, deep in reading.

"Um, hello?" He asked, knocking on the wall.

"Huh-whuh?" Said Twilight, jolting up from her book. "Oh, hi Coral Leaf. It's been awhile."

"Yeah, been hard at work up at Sweet Apple Acres. Got some good news: we finished harvesting today."

"That's great!" Said Twilight, clapping her hands. "Pinkie Pie's been telling us about next week's cider festival. Word is, she spread the word far and wide, so I hope you'll have plenty of cider."

"Oh yeah, Applejack's preparing for a big crowd," he said. "Plus, we have a barn dance next Wednesday, and all sales and donations that day, we want to donate to giving Ponyville a new library."

At that mention, Twilight's jaw fell open, and next thing Coral knew, he was being embraced by The Princess of Friendship!

"Coral, that's wonderful!" Said Twilight. "Not that I don't mind letting ponies use my own castle library, but, I am so pleased the Apple Family is doing something special like that-"

Suddenly, Twilight stopped, feeling a bulge against her lower area.

"Oh, sorry," said Coral, as Twilight saw his distended pants.

"Oh," she said, "I, guess I didn't know you were so...big?"

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said, rubbing the hair on his head, sheepishly.

"A-heh, well, I'm sure you're just...excited," said Twilight.

"Yeah, I kinda am," said Coral. "And, speaking of the barn dance, I was hoping you could help me with something."

"Oh, of course," said Twilight, the awkwardness of the moment fading away. "As the Princess of Friendship, I am at your service."

"Well, at the barn dance, there's a certain pony I want to dance with, and...well...do you have any books on dancing I could borrow?"

Author's Notes:

In writing the chapters for this story, I have been surprised that in doing so, the inspiration seems to come in 'batches.'

After having fun with chapter 4, this chapter just seemed to 'flow,' and following the revelations of Coral's size, the revelations about his family life let alone AB and her friends getting along well with Coral, made the chapter a treat. Plus, we get some fun, if minor, character development between our burgeoning young couple.

Explaining about Coral's family life, was probably the hardest thing to get down. Originally, the direction I took, just felt...off. In going over what I had in mind, Coral Leaf told me some of his own ideas of what his OC's family life was like...and suddenly, the walls were shattered, and the story's direction went somewhere I probably wouldn't have come to on my own! With his ideas now in my head, I rewrote Coral's family history, and it flowed in a manner, not unlike the swimming hole party scene in chapter 4.

In writing this story, and another non-pony story some years ago, it has been rather interesting to have a support group, to discuss and bounce ideas off of. At the moment, I'm kind of in a 'holding pattern' with some future chapters, but hopefully, I'll find the inspiration I need to start building up the next few chapters.