Pinkie Pie had claimed that the Apple Family's barn dance at this year's Cider Festival would be unforgettable...but even in her wildest dreams, she had probably never expected just how unforgettable it would actually be.

Needless to say, once Appleblooms' breasts had swollen to the size of four applecarts, and she and Coral Leaf had unleashed a massive amount of liquid and bodily fluids on a number of rich socialites from Canterlot...the party was indeed over.

Applejack attempted to apologize profusely to a number of the soaked socialites, but many of them were outraged and humiliated by what had transpired inside the barn.

With little recourse, Applejack gave in to many of their demands, and returned their charitable donations, along with taking additional bits from the library fund, to cover the costs and damages to many of their fine wardrobes.

A number of ponies (and a few stallions) had passed out from shock regarding the ordeal, including Rarity, whose purple locks were matted down from the liquid 'cum-down' the two lovers had unleashed upon the crowd inside the barn.

Fortunately, the young couple's expulsions had been contained within the barn, and those who had been outside when it happened, were untouched.

Sensing that the party was indeed over, Pinkie beat a hasty retreat back to Ponyville, and in a matter of minutes, a line of taxi-carts were thronged up towards the farm, with many of the wealthy ponies promising a somber Applejack, that they would be sending her the bills for their cab rides as well.

Though many of the well-dressed guests were eager to leave, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo (whose wardrobes were also ruined), offered to stay and help Applejack with the cleanup effort.

Applejack insisted that the girls assist getting Rarity home, but fortunately, an upper-crust Canterlot stallion named Fancy Pants (who had been outside during the event), offered to assist in getting Rarity home. Reluctantly, he helped get her into one of the waiting taxi's, which soon sped off back to Canterlot Boutique.

Once the crowds had dissipated, there was much work to still be done.

When it came to undoing the intertwined couple on the dance floor (who had passed out from their exertions), Big Mac hoisted Coral Leaf off his massive little sister, and helped drag him up to the main farm house. At the insistence of Applejack, a few tablecloths were utilized to give him a makeshift loincloth.

Of course, getting a stallion with a 3 1/2 foot penis and enlarged sac through the house was quite a chore, but Big Mac soon got Coral into his bedroom, and into bed (though his covers were tented up even more obscenely, than ever before!).

When it came to Applebloom, it took even more help to move the huge girl.

Applebloom slept through the whole thing, as Big Mac, Applejack, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, moved her out of the barn.

A number of sheets were placed under Applebloom's breasts, allowing for a slightly easier method of moving her. She was soon moved 20 ft away from the barn, where she was then transferred onto a large white tarpaulin.

Of course, given how big she was, it was fairly obvious that Applebloom wouldn't be going back up to her bedroom anytime soon.

Once the move was completed, Applejack had Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo assist in setting up a large tent that the Apples had saved for family gatherings.

Once they had set the tent up over Applebloom's sleeping form, they went into the house, and returned with a number of blankets that had been in storage, along with a pair of fresh panties and jeans, that AJ had requested the girls bring down.

The two fillies managed to peel off the dress and underthings that were plastered to their friend's body, and dressed their friend in the clean attire (however, Scootaloo did note to Sweetie Belle that it took a little extra effort to get Applebloom's jeans on).

Once the huge girl's lower extremities were taken care of, it was on to her 'larger extremities.

Carefully, the older pony and the two younger ones, lay the numerous blankets over her massive bosom, as their rounded forms rose and fell with each breath.

Once it seemed that both Coral and Applebloom were taken care of, Applejack sent Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo off, with the two promising to come back the next day, and check on their friends.

With everyone now gone, Applejack and Big Mac rounded up all the cleaning supplies they could find, and returned to the barn.

Inside, every item had a white film on it, and liquid was still slowly dripping from the upper rafters.

"Big Mac," said Applejack, putting on some rubber gloves, "this is gonna be a long night."

"Eeyup," he replied, half-heartedly.

Needless to say, Thursday's Cider Festival was not as cheery, or enthusiastic as the previous day's had been.

With much of the previous evening and early morning hours having been spent cleaning up the barn (and a hot shower for both, to wash off the liquids they had been coated in), Applejack and Big Mac could only muster enough strength to give a half-hearty "welcome" to the guests, and provide minimal small-talk to their customers.

The dessert cart from the previous days was all-but-abandoned back up at the farm, along with any further talk regarding the new library fund.

Applejack had told Granny Smith to stay up by the house, and keep an eye on both Coral and Applebloom. In the case of Coral though, Granny was cautioned that he was not to leave his room.

Word had already spread like wildfire throughout Ponyville about the previous evening's events, and several ponies buying cider that morning, inquired to Applejack if what they heard was true.

"Just mind yer own dang business," was what most got in response, as she passed their mugs of cider to them, and stifled another yawn.

Later on that day, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo returned, and headed up to the farm.

Under the tent they had set up, they found Applebloom wide awake and eating a sandwich (prepared by Granny Smith), with a plate resting on her massive right breast. The exposed portions of her body, were also coated in a light white film, from the deluge of milk and splooge that had covered everypony in the barn the night before.

The three friends exchanged a round of hugs. Of course, given how far Applebloom's bosom stretched out in front of her, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo chose to embrace her from behind.

Needless to say, the two had plenty of questions to ask their enlarged friend:

"Do they hurt?"

"A little. They feel kinda, full."

"What did it feel like when they grew?"

"It felt like ah was tinglin' so much, ah felt like ah was gonna burst!"

"Can you move around much?"

"Nope. They're too heavy."

"Has Coral been to see you?"

"No...Applejack told Granny he's not allowed out to see me."

"So, what do ya think of your cutie mark?"

"Whuh...AH HAVE A CUTIE MARK!!?"

Sensing their friend's eagerness to see what was on her flank, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo rushed into the farmhouse, waking up Granny Smith who was dozing in the living room.

Sweetie Belle grabbed a mirror from the bathroom, and Scootaloo found one in Applebloom's bedroom, and soon, the two were back outside.

After 'peeling of'f her jeans and panties ("ah think mah hips grew a little too," blushed Applebloom), the two fillies used their mirrors, to show the young Apple just what had appeared on her round 'applebottom.'

On each of her flanks, were what looked like two ripe red apples, but on each of them, was what appeared to be a pink nipple. Dangling from each nipple, was a white drop.

"Well, guess it means ah'm still an apple," said Applebloom, sounding a little relieved.

"Well duh, of course you're an Apple," replied Scootaloo.

"Yeah but, ah always had this fear y'know. Like, 'whut if I get my cutie mark, and it doesn't have an apple like Applejack or Big Mac?'"

"Applebloom, I swear you worry about as much as your sister," said Sweetie Belle. "You really think your family wouldn't accept you if you didn't have an apple as part of your cutie mark?"

"Well ah, I don't know," said Applebloom, shifting a bit, and admiring her flank in the mirrors. "Ah wonder what it means."

"Well, maybe we can ask Coral for his opinion," smiled Scootaloo. "Pinkie Pie said he got his cutie mark too."

"Really? What's his look like?"

"We weren't able to get a look at it," replied Sweetie Belle. "Applejack put us to work helping you, and Big Mac took Coral up to his bedroom in the house."

"Oh," huffed Applebloom, taking another bite from her sandwich, and stroking her bosom. "Y'know, I sure hope sis doesn't lose her head over...this."

"Yeah," gulped Scootaloo. "Your sister may be reliable, but she can be...stubborn."

"Ah mean, she likes things to be normal," said Applebloom. "And, well, ah doubt me bein' able to stand with mah bosoms spilling out like this...can't be normal in her eyes."

"Don't worry Applebloom," said Sweetie Belle, stroking her friend's hair. "Maybe it won't be as bad as you think."

"Ah hope so," said AB, smiling back at her friend.

"Now that's the spirit," said Scootaloo, putting down her mirror, and joining the girls in another group hug.

"Hey Scootaloo, what say we go see how Coral's handling things in the house?" winked Sweetie Belle.

"Okay," replied the pegasus. "Hopefully he's behaving himself. Want us to give him a little message, Applebloom?"

"Sure," said AB, and next thing Scootaloo knew, Applebloom's lips had found hers! Needless to say, both of the huge earth pony's girl friends were shocked!

"Make sure ya deliver it correctly," said Applebloom, as her lips pulled away.

"Um, yeah, well, uh, I don't think it'll mean quite the same, coming from me," stuttered Scootaloo, as she stumbled a bit behind Sweetie Belle, up towards the house.

*knock knock knock*

"Coral?"

Unlike Applebloom, Coral had been sound asleep, ever since he had passed out on her chest, the night before.

Opening his eyes slightly, the sunlight streaming into the room, suddenly caused him to bolt upright!

"Oh my gosh I oversle-AGH!!"

His forehead bumped into something soft, yet firm. As he rubbed his forehead, the knocking continued.

"It's Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, Coral," came Sweetie's voice. "Can we come in? Please?"

"Agh, yeah yeah, sure," said Coral, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "Can't talk long, though. Pretty sure I overslept. Gosh, Applejack is going to kill me for this."

"Actually," said Scootaloo, opening the door, "that might not be the who-ho-ho-h-he-hu-huuu-"

"Scootaloo," said Sweetie, pushing her friend into the room, "will you please b-b-b-b-big-big-big-"

"Alright, what is it now?" He asked, his eyes adjusting to the light. "I thought you'd seen how b-b-b-b-I'm bigger!?"

Both of the girls had come to a halt in the doorway, and just like Coral, were staring open-mouthed at the massive, covered pillar rising up from The center of his bed!

Coral carefully removed the covers, soon revealing the contents underneath, showing a thick pillar wrapped in white sheets. He was definitely bigger than before, that was a certainty. Of lesser importance, was that just like Applebloom, he was also coated in a light film of dried milk and cum, from the previous night's "exertions."

As the girls watched, Coral began to unwrap the makeshift loincloth from around his waist.

Once he was done, the girls stepped trepidatiously over to his bed side.

What had once been a manageable three-foot trouser-snake a few days ago down by the swimming hole, had swollen up into a four-foot tree-trunk, sprouting from the young stallion's crotch!

It's girth was so large, that Coral couldn't even get his fingertips to touch when putting his hands around it! Almost a head's height above his own, was the 'head' of his massive hard-on! It seemed to be even bigger than his own head, and glinted in the sunlight from the window.

Curiously, Coral gave his massive rod a slight shove. It wobbled around for a few seconds, before stopping.

All eyes then shifted down the vertical length of the huge pillar, to Coral's swollen sac.

Whereas his testicles seemed to be the size of basketballs a few days ago, today, they looked like Coral had stuffed a pair of fully-inflated beachballs into his scrotum! They rested on the bed between his spread legs, and left a small dent in the sheets from their weight.

"I never thought a stallion could get this big," murmured Scootaloo.

"Does it...hurt?" asked Sweetie Belle, cautiously.

"Just, a little," said Coral, sliding off the bed, and rising to his feet. As he did so, the weight from his swollen ballsack made him stumble a bit, before he drew himself up to his full height.

As the girls watched, he took several strides over to the bedroom mirror, getting his first look at himself since the dance.

"I'm...I'm huge," he murmured.

The girls nodded, quietly.

"And, Applebloom...she's huge, too?"

They nodded again.

"So it...wasn't a dream," he said.

They shook their heads.

"Is this...is this my curse?" He asked, his hand tremblingly taking hold of his huge shaft.

"Curse?" asked Sweetie Belle. "Coral, what do you me-"

"I'm never going to be normal," he said, his voice choking up. "I'm, I'm CURSED, that's what it is!"

"Coral, please, just calm down-"

"Calm down? Calm down!? Oh yeah you can say that, Miss loves-to-tease! At least you can walk through a doorway just fine. You don't need to duck to let your DICK THROUGH, or find yourself sleeping in a barn for the rest of your life!!"

"Coral-"

"IT'S THIS DAMN DICK!!" he shouted, grasping it tighter, his fingers sinking in, almost as if he meant to strangle it! "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY LIFE!!?"

Angrily, he gave the massive member a forceful shove. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on the limited space, and the head of it hit the nearby windowpane (causing the glass to crack!), before the huge penis ricocheted back at him, striking him in the forehead!

As the girls watched, he stumbled backwards, and collapsed against the side of his bed, landing with a meaty thud on the floor!

"Coral!!" cried the girls, as they rushed to him.

"Is everthin' alright up there?" came Granny Smith's voice from down the hallway.

"It's fine Granny Smith," called out Scootaloo. "Coral just, tripped."

As she turned to look back at Coral, she saw him whimpering, before slowly, tears began to trickle down his face, and he buried his head in his hands.

Sweetie Belle was the first to approach him. Kneeling down next to him, she put one hand on his right shoulder, and calmly petted his head with her other.

"P-please," he sniffled. "I don't want your p-pity."

"I'm-we're not pitying you," said Sweetie Belle, quietly gesturing to Scootaloo for help. "We're just...concerned. Right, Scootaloo?"

"Y-yeah," said Scoots, laying her hand on his other shoulder. "We know you're upset, but, we know you're better than this."

"Well, I'd feel a whole lot better if 'this' wasn't staring me im the face," said Coral, one of his hands reaching out, and poking his huge hard-on. "Guess unless I'm willing to mutilate myself, I'm stuck with it."

Suddenly, Scootaloo's free hand shot out, and poked Coral on the left side of his chest!

"Ow!" he cried, his hands dropping from his tear-streaked face, and turning to her with a look of annoyance. "What'd you do that f-HEY!!"

He felt a hard poke at the back of his head, no doubt made by Sweetie Belle's hand.

"What'd I do to deserve th-"

"Ugggh, how can you be so smart, AND so obtuse?" moaned Scootaloo.

The use of the word he had taught the girls, made Coral pause.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Look, Mr Woe-is-me," said Scootaloo, putting her finger back where she had poked him. "What do you have in here? Bet it's beating pretty fast right now."

"My heart," he replied, calmly.

"My turn!" chimed in Sweetie Belle, her finger going to Coral's head, and giving it a few playful (but annoying taps). "And what do you, supposedly have up here, that somehow seemed to charm our best friend?"

"Oh gee, could it be...my brain?" He smirked at the white filly, trying to match her smart-alecky tone.

"You remember what your biggest fan told Applebloom?"

"What? You mean Applebloom isn't my-"

"Ohhhhh, sweet Celestia," groaned Sweetie Belle. "Applebloom's your 'special somepony.' I was talking about Rarity!"

"Ohhh," said Coral, turning a little red.

"Anyway, she told Applebloom something, and we told it to you...remember?"

Coral tried to think, but eventually shrugged his shoulders, leaving the girls to suddenly reach over his splayed body, and bump fists.

"Cutie Mark Crusader Memory Reminders," they chanted, before turning back to Coral.

"This," said Scootaloo, poking at Coral's heart again.

"And this," said Sweetie Belle, poking at his head.

"Make you who you are," they said in unison.

The final line stirred the memory of them telling him that at the swimming hole, and Coral smiled at both of them.

"And this," said Sweetie Belle, placing a hand along the thick shaft of his cock, "makes you a grade-A studmuffin for pleasing our best friend!"

"Though, truth be told, you may want to clean up," said Scootaloo, wiping off some of the flaky white substance, that her finger had touched on Coral's chest. "You may be smart, but that's no excuse for not being nice and clean."

After the girls had given him their pep-talk, Coral 'waddled' his way down the hall to the bathroom, where he gave himself a proper scrub down. Pretty soon, all traces of the previous night's "exertions," had been washed away.

Returning to his room, the girls helpfully picked up the tablecloths, and were about to help put his loincloth back on, when a glimpse of the stallion's naked flank made Scootaloo smack her forehead.

"Oh, how could I forget?" she cried out. "We were just talking to Applebloom about this. Coral, you got your cutie mark last night!"

"Wh-really? I have a cutie mark?" Coral exclaimed.

"Oh yeah," said Sweetie Belle. "You AND Applebloom both got em' last night!"

The girls each took him by the hand, and led him over to the mirror in the corner of his room, as he turned around, to see what was permanently etched on his hindquarters.

On each of his flanks, were two wooden pails, with what appeared to be some white liquid in them.

"So? What does it mean?" asked Scootaloo.

"I...I'm not sure," he replied, hoping his voice hadn't belayed that deep down, he did have a good idea what it meant!

"Well, take a guess," said Sweetie Belle. "It's two buckets. Maybe it means you're, meant to do, farm work or something?"

"Say, why don't we take him down and show Applebloom?" said Scootaloo. "Maybe if they both get a look at each other's cutie marks, we can figure out what they mean!"

"Girls, come on," said Coral, reaching down and picking up the tablecloths. "I can't...not looking like th-"

"But Coral, she's desperate to see you," said Sweetie, giving Scootaloo a small nudge with her foot.

"Oh yeah," said Scootaloo. "Granny Smith left her a sandwich but, she claimed she wasn't hungry. Said she was really worried about you-oh, in fact, she gave me a special message,to give to you."

"Really?" he asked. "What is it?"

The next moment, found Sweetie Belle laughing aloud, as Scootaloo took a flying leap at Coral, knocking him off his feet, and onto the bed with a loud thump! The mass of his cock sandwiched between their bodies, as her lips found his!

Coral struggled a bit, but tried to control his temper, trying to push Scootaloo back without getting too violent.

"Scoota-STOP THAT!!" he cried out, the tone of his voice making everyone in the room stop.

"Whut's going on up there now?" came Granny's voice from down the hall.

"Nothing, Granny," called out Coral. "Everything's, fine up here."

Scootaloo looked a little upset at his reaction, and quickly slid off the bed.

"Look, Scootaloo, I-I'm sorry," apologized Coral, getting back on his feet. "Please, I didn't mean to sound so upset, it's just that-I love Applebloom. I think of you two as her friends, and, mine too. I just, don't feel about you the way I do about-"

"But that was the message she gave me," said Scootaloo.

"Wait, it...it was?"

"Well, except for the 'attack hug,'" grinned Scootaloo, sheepishly. "I kinda, borrowed that move from Sweetie Belle."

"Sweetie Belle, is it true?"

"Well," said Sweetie Belle, thoughtfully. "My 'attack hugs' aren't quite as-"

"Not about that, you silly filly," he chuckled. "About the message."

"I saw my two best friends locking lips," she smirked. "It's true."

"Okay. Once again Scootaloo, I'm sorry," he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "I guess sometimes, I'm too serious for my own good."

"It's okay Coral," smiled Scootaloo.

"Can, can I get a hug?"

"Of course you can!" she said, and opened her arms to embrace him.

His hard-on squished between them once again, distracted Scootaloo enough, that she suddenly found Coral's lips pressing against hers!

After some time, Coral let the shocked pegasus come up for air.

"Wh-what was that for?" she asked, looking completely surprised.

"I thought there was more to Applebloom's message," he smiled, mischievously.

It took a little while, but eventually, the girls managed to secure Coral's package in his makeshift loincloth, and they headed downstairs. Given the size and angle of his contained cock (with it's tendency to jut out almost perpendicularly from his body!), Coral led the way, as the small procession headed downstairs.

Passing through the living room, Coral's foot touched a board that gave a loud creak, causing the group to stop in their tracks!

"An jist where d'ya thank yer goin?"

The group turned to see Granny sitting at the kitchen table, with a cup of warm cider.

"Oh, hi Granny Smith," said Coral, blushing a bit thinking how he must look to her. "Didn't mean to disturb you, but the girls said Applebloom wanted to see m-"

"Yer not allowed."

"Um...pardon me?"

"That's whut Applejack done told me," said Granny Smith, slowly rising from her chair, and then, slowly moving towards them. "She says, 'you keep that Coral away from mah lil' sister. Ah don't want him doin' nothin' else tah her.'"

"Granny Smith, heh, now come on," said Coral, as she continued to come towards him. "I just want to see Applebloom not...I...look, I don't know what Applejack thinks, but I'm not some kind of, of, homewrecker. And, and, the truth is...I love your Granddaughter. You, may not like to hear, that, but, I love Applebloom."

Despite his somewhat shocking admittance, Granny still kept walking. Slowly, she sidled past his 4-foot protuberance, and up to his right shoulder, where she then looked him right in the eye.

"...ah knows that."

Sweetie and Scootaloo both looked at each other, as Coral fumbled for words.

"Y-you know? B-b-but, how d-"

"Ah may be old," said Granny, a smile forming on her wrinkled face, "but ah kin tell when a couple of young'uns are makin' googly eyes in front a' me. Trust me, mah late husband made just as many ridiculous faces at me, as you've made at Applebloom."

The last line brought loud laughter from the two ample fillies nearby, as Coral smiled wider.

"See? There ya go agin' with the faces," smirked Granny.

"Well, I'm glad you don't think of me as a homewrecker," sighed Coral. "I just wish Applejack could be more, open-minded."

"Aw, she'll come around, eventually," said Granny. "Though with her, it kin' take a little more time. Now, seein' as how yer down here with yer thingie all trussed up like that, why don't you git on outside and see yer girl?"

"What!?" asked Coral. "But Applejack told you to-"

"Yeah, my granddaughter says a lot of stupid things sometimes," replied Granny, turning towards the door. "Now come on, n' let's get a move on."

As they headed towards the door, Coral whispered in her ear: "Thanks, Granny."

"Uh, fer whut?"

Needless to say, there probably wasn't a happier couple in Ponyville that day, than Coral Leaf, and Applebloom.

Of course, Coral's massive member, made it difficult to get up-close to Applebloom, as he 'waded' into the soft, firm domes of her massive tit-flesh, and found his huge hard-on, blocking his view.

Eventually, it was found that angling his body within her firm yellow walls, made it possible for the two to embrace, and share in a number of kisses.

"Ah can't believe how big you are now," said Applebloom, smiling mischievously at Coral's wrapped cock.

"Me? Look at you," replied Coral. "Any bigger, and I'd need a snorkel to swim through your chest."

"Oh? Are you enjoying swimmin' in mah swollenness?" she giggled, pushing her hands into her massive chest. However, her face took on a rather surprised look. "Huh. That's funny."

"What is?"

"Ah swear they were a bit less...full, this morning."

Hearing this, Coral reached out with both arms, and pressed against the titanic tits that engulfed his body.

"You're right," he replied. "They're firm...like, um-"

"Like yer Mom's?" whispered AB, giving him a little wink.

"Mm-hm," he muttered, winking back at her.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, that depends. How do you feel?"

"A little...fuller. Kinda like when ah ate 3 apple pies one time, you know?"

"Actually, I don't know," replied Coral. "I wasn't there."

"Well, maybe you could do somethin' to help?" asked AB, willing to let his smart-aleck remark slide.

"Ok," said Coral, looking a little sad.

"What's wrong?"

"I just hate to leave such a warm, comforting bosom."

"And to think ah thought you were a worthy farmhand," smirked Applebloom. "Well come on, farmhand. Git outta mah cleavage, and milk me!"

"As m'lady commands," returned Coral, and backed out of her warm, golden globes.

"Looks like you two picked up right where you left off," said Scootaloo, as Coral emerged in front of her and Sweetie Belle.

"There'll be time for jokes later," said Coral, a tinge of urgency in his voice. "I need you both to help me."

"Whut about me?" asked Granny, standing nearby.

"You too, Granny Smith," he said, giving her a firm pat on the shoulder. "Go over behind Applebloom. She may need some of your support."

"Uhm, support fer whut?"

"You'll see. Just hurry, please."

And with that, Granny started her trek around her granddaughter's massive chest to her body, before Coral turned back to the girls.

"Ok, AB just told me that she's feeling full."

"Well, of course she's full," replied Scootaloo. "She's probably the fullest filly in Equestria."

"No, not like that," said Coral, trying to not snap at her like before. "Listen, there's milk in her chest, and she's still making more. She told me she feels a little tight right now, but if we don't help her relieve some of what's inside her, she's going to be hurting around dinner time, I bet."

"Um, just how do you know that?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"Not now Sweetie Belle, please focus," he said. "I don't know how long Applejack is going to be selling cider with Big Mac. In order to do this we're going to have to improvise, and be quick about it."

Looking around, he spotted some of the empty cider barrels from the previous days, stacked next to the barn.

"Bring me about a dozen of those empty barrels. Be careful, some may have cider in em, so make sure before you bring em over."

The girls complied, and soon, there were a dozen empty barrels, lined up in front of Applebloom's chest.

"Now what?" asked Scootaloo.

"Ok," said Coral, walking towards Applebloom's wall of tit. "I want you to each get a barrel ready. Things are going to get...kinda heavy."

Before the girls could question what he meant, Coral ducked down, low to Applebloom's huge right breast, and seemed to be attempting to burrow under it!

"Hey!" said Scootaloo, as his upper-body seemed to disappear under the bulbous yellow sphere. "What're you doing-"

Suddenly, Coral's legs folded out as he placed his feet on the ground, and with some heavy grunts, hefted a portion of the front of the enormous breast, slowly off the ground! On the other side of it, Applebloom could be heard, gasping and moaning.

"Girls, quick!" He grunted. "Roll *ungh* your barrels over here!"

The two fillies sprang into action, and rolled their barrels underneath the area Coral had freed up. Coral directed them to rotate their barrels upright. Once this had been done, with some more groaning and straining, he let the milk-filled tit down on top of them.

There was a creaking of wood, as the front of Applebloom's right breast, was now elevated a few feet off the ground.

"Granny? Applebloom?" called out Coral, wiping his forehead. "You two doing okay back there?"

"She's a bit excited," came Granny's voice. "But other-n-that, she's fine."

"Okay," said Coral, going over to the opposite breast. "Now that you two know what to do, this one should be easier."

Coral was right, and pretty soon, the two large breasts, almost appeared to be hovering slightly above the ground.

"So, how does this help our friend?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"You'll see," said Coral, rolling an empty barrel under the right nipple, swollen and shining in the sunlight. "Applebloom needs to be milked, but her nipples were too low to the ground. By putting them up on those barrels, her nipples will make it easier, to get her milk into these barrels. See?"

As the girls looked, he set up the barrel under the darkened nipple, it's tip only a foot or so above the barrel's rim.

"Ooohhh, ok," said Scootaloo. "So, do you need us to help mi-"

"No, I got this," said Coral. "I just need you girls to help with the barrels."

"Us?" they asked in unison.

"Yeah," he said, giving them a mischievous smile, and holding up his right hand.. "Cutie Mark Crusader Milk Maids are go?"

The girls returned the smile, and high-fived him.

"GO!!"

"Okay, here's what I need you to do. Scootaloo, there's some wooden barrel covers and nails in the barn. Bring about a dozen covers, a box of nails, and a hammer back here."

"Right," said Scootaloo, taking off for the barn. She returned in a few minutes, with the items stacked in her arms.

"Good," said Coral, as she put them down. "Now, here's the deal. I'm going to milk Applebloom. She's going to end up filling quite a few of these barrels, but we can make this go really fast. We'll set up a barrel under each nipple. I'll get milk into one, and once I get that barrel filled, I'll need one of you to nail on the cover, and get it out of here. Then, set up another barrel under that nipple, and I should be ready to milk that one again, and then you girls do the same procedure with the barrel under the other breast, okay?"

The girls weren't quite sure what to say. It certainly sounded like Coral knew what he was talking about, so they simply nodded.

"Good," said Coral. "I'm going to check on AB quick. Be right back."

Trotting around the huge hooters, Coral found Granny, stroking Applebloom's red hair.

"She's gonna be fine, right?" asked Granny.

"Yes Granny, I promise" he said, before turning to Applebloom. "You okay, honey?"

"Ah, ah never felt nothin' like that b'fore," she said, looking him in the eyes. "Am ah really that, sensitive?"

"Guess so," he smiled, reassuringly, then whispered into her ear. "I'm going to start milking you. Don't worry. I've done this on my Mom. It's going to feel a little strange, but it'll help relieve that pressure you're feeling inside."

Suddenly, Coral was surprised, when AB whipped her head to the left, and he found her lips meeting his. In the heat of the moment, he returned her kiss, before they let go.

"Thank you, Coral," she whispered.

He struggled for a few moments to say something, before stumbling back around to the front of her chest, where Sweetie and Scoots, had already set up the barrels, under Applebloom's nipples.

"Okay," said Coral, squaring his shoulders. "Let's milk us an Apple!"

With Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo's help, the process of milking Applebloom went pretty smoothly.

Using a rolling motion with his wrists and hands, Coral was able to coax a steady stream of white milk from each of the massive teats, usually accompanied by a series of moans and gasps from the other side of the yellow orbs.

"Jus' keep goin," came Granny's voice, over the yellow curves. "Don't mind us!"

Pretty soon, all eight of the wooden barrels had been filled, sealed, and rolled away behind the barn.

Next, Coral hefted each of Applebloom's breasts, one-by-one, above the 'support barrels,' allowing Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to remove them, before he tried to carefully set each of the massive mammaries down.

Once the empty barrels were put away, everyone congregated by Applebloom and Granny Smith.

"Th-thank you, C-Coral," gasped Applebloom, still in a state of bliss, after her milking.

"How do you feel now?" he asked. "Feeling tight still?"

"N-no. I, I think it, w-worked."

"I'm glad," said Coral, giving her a hug, which also ended up including his towering member getting in the way.

"So, now that we've helped relieve our friend," said Sweetie Belle. "I got a question for you, Coral."

"And what is it, Sweetie?"

"How in the name of Celestia, did you know how to do that!?"

"I, it just came to me," he smiled, sheepishly.

"Oh come on! You were ordering us around, and moving like you'd done this before. Now come on, fess up!"

"Really Sweetie, I-"

"Coral," came Applebloom's voice, a little clearer than before. "I think we can trust them."

"Really?" asked Coral, looking at her, before turning his attention to Granny Smith. "How about you, Granny Smith? Can you keep a secret?"

"Please, Granny?" pouted Applebloom.

"Well, after lettin' him out here to lay hands on mah Granddaughter...whut's one more secret, give er' take?" smiled Granny.

"Ok," said Coral, taking a deep breath. "The truth is..."

Over the next 20 minutes, Coral confessed to the girls and Granny, exactly what he had confessed to Applebloom a few days before.

He explained about his Mother giving milk, his Father marrying her, and how she had become a milkmare, serviced by both Coral, and his Father.

When it was all finished, the girls looked a bit flabbergasted.

"Yer not pullin' a joke on us, are ya?" asked Scootaloo.

"As Celestia as my witness, it's all true," said Coral.

"Well, think about it, Scootaloo," said Sweetie. "As crazy as it sounds, it makes sense. He was way too calm and in control during the milking."

"And, you've drank milk, from your own Mother?" asked Scootaloo.

"Yeah," said Coral, seeing Scootaloo wince a bit. "I know it sounds weird, but trust me: mare's milk isn't that different from cow's milk. In fact, I could prove it to you right now."

"How?"

"Applebloom," said Coral, patting one of her massive tits. "Mind if we personally sample some of yours?"

"Well, if you've been drinkin' yer Mom's milk fer this long, maybe it's time you tried another mare's milk," she smiled, mischievously.

"Thatta girl," he smiled back. "Sweetie, could you fetch a few mugs from the kitchen?"

Sweetie obeyed Coral, and soon returned from the house with five mugs.

"Okay," said Coral, positioning himself near AB's enormous right nipple. "Hold each mug steady. Applebloom, here we go!"

Coral gave a rolling tug, and a decent-stream of white flowed into the first mug.

It took a few tugs per mug, but soon, Sweetie was holding five full mugs of mare's milk. After Scootaloo and Coral had taken a mug, the group walked back around to Applebloom and Granny Smith, and handed a mug to each of them.

"So," said Sweetie Belle, looking a bit apprehensively at her mug of milk. "Should we make a toast?"

"Why not?" smiled Coral. "Here's to Applebloom, my very special somepony, and the most beautiful milkmare in Ponyville."

"Awww," blushed Applebloom, as everyone took a drink from their mugs.

Like Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo also seemed a bit apprehensive, and simply took a small sip at first. However, she soon found herself taking a bigger sip the next time.

"You know, it's not bad," she said, looking at the group.

"I told you so," said Coral. "It's not perfect, but it definitely hits the spot."

"Wait, mah milk's not perfect?" asked Applebloom, looking a bit upset.

"Nononono honey, don't take that the wrong way," said Coral, rushing to her side, and giving her a hug.

"Well, how should she take it?" asked Sweetie Belle. "I think it tastes just fine."

"Same goes fer me," said Granny Smith. "Never thought mah Granddaughter could make such a tasty drink."

"Well, it's like this," said Coral. "My Mother's milk was usually pretty good, but my Father said that over the course of being with her, there were a few times, where it became incredibly tasty. My Mother said one time, he drank almost 7 mugs of her milk in one sitting."

"Really?" asked Sweetie Belle. "So, what would Applebloom have to do to be as tasty as that?"

"Well, according to my Father, it happened only three times: during their wedding, their honeymoon, and...during the first day or so when I was born."

"Well Applebloom, guess you got your checklist," said Scootaloo, giving her friend's bosom a playful pat, before noticing some white stuff on part of the big yellow sphere. "Say, um, what is this stuff?"

"Oh, that," said AB, blushing harder. "Ah guess that's from last night, when Coral and I got a little...excited?"

"Well, Coral got himself nice and clean before comin' out here," said Scootaloo, mussing up his green hair. "Come on gang, what say we pitch in and do the same for Applebloom?"

A few moments later, there were several buckets of soapy water and sponges, positioned around Applebloom's body.

Meanwhile, the huge girl had squeezed out of her jeans and panties, and handed them over to her friends.

Granny Smith chose to sit out the clean-up, but did so from the comfort of her rocking chair (which Coral had brought out from the living room).

Once everything was ready, Coral and the girls made certain to give Applebloom a good scrubbing down. Of course, most of the surface of her chest had become overly-sensitive from her growth spurt, and much of their scrubbing, was accompanied by the sounds of the farm girl moaning, and panting lustfully.

Coral also found himself having to cope, given the jutting out of his massive cock. A number of times, he found it thumping against the side of Applebloom's breasts, giving him an enjoyable, tingling sensation.

It took awhile, but eventually, Applebloom's body and massive bosom, was soon covered in soap suds.

With this part of the cleaning done, Coral headed over towards the barn, and returned with a hose. Turning it on, he gave his girlfriend a good spritzing, watching as the soapy water slid off her body, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

Following the thorough rinse job, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo headed into the farmhouse, and each returned with an armload of towels.

The two girls and Coral were soon hard at work, thoroughly drying Applebloom off. Unfortunately, they realized soon afterwards, that they had forgotten to wash the underside of Applebloom's bust. However, AB, in a rather breathless voice, claimed it was alright.

"Thanks, everypony," the big girl smiled, rubbing her arms. "Sorry yah didn't get every last little inch, but ah feel a lot fresher now."

"Nice and shiny too," said Scootaloo, looking at the sunlight glinting off her friend.

"Say," said Sweetie Belle, dropping her towel onto the tarpaulin under Applebloom. "Now that you two are nice and clean, why don't you show each other your brand-new cutie marks?"

The girls let out a playful ruckus as Coral unwrapped his huge package, and pretty soon, both he and Applebloom, were fully nude, out in the open on Sweet Apple Acres.

"Never thought ah'd see one of em that big," commented Granny, as Coral walked over to his beloved, his 'equipment' jiggling and swaying with each step.

As the two surveyed each other's flanks, Scootaloo's purple eyes, blinked with a sudden realization.

"Oh, of course!" She cried out. "It makes perfect sense!"

"What does?" asked Applebloom.

"Your cutie marks!" said Scootaloo. "Applebloom, we were trying to figure out what was with the two apples and those white drops, remember?"

"Uh-huh."

"And Coral, those two buckets, sitting next to each other on both sides of your flank?"

"Yeah?" confirmed Coral.

"You two just showed us your special talents!"

A wave of shock and realization quickly passed over the group's faces.

"Wow," exclaimed Sweetie Belle. "I wonder if that's a first! I mean, each pony's cutie mark is meant to tell of their special talents, but this is the first case I've heard of, where a couple's cutie marks, meant they had a connection to one another!"

"Celestia werks in mysterious ways," responded Granny. "Guess us Apples are always discoverin' new things round these parts."

"Speaking of, parts," said Applebloom, rubbing her hips, "ah think somethin' got a little bigger, b'sides just mah 'apples.'Those jeans used to fit nice and comf'terble,but when ah woke up with em' on, they felt a little too tight."

"Well, I think I can convince Rarity to make a housecall for two of her biggest clients," suggested Sweetie Belle. "Course, it may not be for a few days. She's putting her current projects on hold, for a 'deep clean' at the spa, after what happened last night."

"I hope she understands that what happened last night was...beyond our control," said Coral, looking guilty.

"Well, given what I've seen today, I think she'll be a bit less upset. I know she hates to see some of her work being ripped and burst apart, but I think the chance to see you again Coral, should make her day...especially now that you need some new pants."

After getting Coral's loincloth and Applebloom's underwear and jeans back on, the small group hung around outside for the rest of the afternoon, and into the early evening hours, as the stars began to appear in the sky.

As dinner time came around, Coral went into the house, and returned with some sandwiches.

Fortunately, everyone still had their mugs, and Coral once again served as 'tapmaster,' when it came to filling them up with some more of Applebloom's bounty.

After their meal was done, the group disbanded, with Sweetie and Scootaloo promising to return the next day (hopefully with Rarity).

Once they were gone, Coral and Granny Smith covered Applebloom in her mass of blankets, and the two lovers said their good nights, before Coral and Granny went into the house.

It was taking Granny awhile to reach the house, given her hips. However, Coral used this time to rinse out the mugs they had used to partake in Applebloom's milky reserves.

As she closed the kitchen door, Granny was surprised to receive a hug from Coral (angled of course, lest she also get a faceful of his massive stallionhood!).

"Thanks so much, Granny," he smiled, "thanks for letting us be together today,"

"Aww, ah can't stands tuh see mah Granddaughter so sad," she said. "Now you best get on back to yer room. Ah don't think Applejack'd like seein' ya squeezin' me with yer thingie stickin' out like that."

"Alright," said Coral, as he turned towards the stairs. "Night, Granny!"

"G'night!"

Returning to his room, Coral found himself feeling restless.

The last few weeks of being the Apple's hired hand, had given him quite a workout. Normally around this time, he would have been downstairs, socializing with the family. Now, he was forced to just lay in bed, waiting for Applejack to decide what was next for him.

He pulled out the dance book that Twilight had loaned him, but even here, trying to read up on dance moves seemed uninteresting. Dancing would be even more cumbersome for him now, and given Applebloom's current bodily state, it was doubtful she'd ever be able to dance again.

Putting the book down, he found himself reaching over to the nightstand, and picking up a small black button.

Looking at it, he smiled, recalling how it had popped off of Applebloom's shirt, the day they first met.

Of course, like dancing, it was doubtful she'd ever wear that shirt again.

Holding the button in his hand, Coral turned off the nearby lamp, and closing his eyes, drifted off to sleep.

*SLAM*

The sound of the kitchen door slamming was so loud, it startled Coral out of his sleep. Seconds later, there was the clatter of hooves up the stairs, and a hard-pounding on his bedroom door!

*BAM-BAM-BAM*

"CORAL LEAF!" came Applejack's voice. "OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!"

Coral quickly put the button down, and headed for the door. Opening it a bit, he was met with Applejack's green eyes, 'shooting daggers' at him.

"Applejack?" he asked, looking shocked. "Um, what's u-"

"Ah was just talkin' to Applebloom, and she told me you and her friends, milked her!?"

"Well, yeah," replied Coral, still a little groggy. "She was feelin' a little full in her-"

"Jus-jus-just, s-stop! STOP!!" said Applejack, her voice, ringing through the house, as she struggled to put her thoughts into words. "You were s'posed to stay put in here! Who gave you the right to leave yer ro-"

"Aww, will ya shut yer yap!?" came Granny Smith's voice, as the creaking of the stairs signaled she was heading up to join in the fracas. "Yah kin stop usin' yer outdoors voice indoors, Applejack, ah think even the pigs kin' hear ya!"

"Granny, Applebloom told me-"

"Yes yes yes, ah heard ya, ah ain't deaf," said Granny, moving towards the two. "Besides, stop bein' so hard on him. If ya want to yell at someone, yell at me. It was mah fault."

"Your fault?" came both Coral and Applejack's voices in unison.

"You told me to keep an eye on him and not let him outta the house, right? Well, ah mustah dozed off through the whole thing. Didn't see him leave. In fact, ah didn't know he was outta his room until ah heard him bangin' around in the kitchen. Claimed he was just gettin' sumpin' to eat."

"Granny," said Applejack. "How could you sleep all day-"

"Ah'm OLD!" yelled Granny, startling Applejack with the volume from her voice. "When yah git to be as old as me someday, if'n yer lucky, don't be surprised if ya fall asleep til' the cows come home. Now tone it down, fer Celestia's sake!"

Coral felt a little odd being in the middle of a shouting match between Applejack and Granny Smith. Deep down, he knew Granny was trying to hide what he had done, but still, the confrontation between Grandmother and Granddaughter, was a bit more intense than he thought it would be.

"Besides, judgin' by them rings under yer eyes, you look like you need a good rest," said Granny, her voice dropping in volume. "Ah think you better get to yer own bed b'fore you collapse right where ya stand."

"Granny Smith," pleaded Applejack, as she let out a big yawn, "Ah need to tell Coral-"

"Whatever it is it kin wait til' mornin," snorted Granny Smith, crossing her arms. "Is he goin' somewhere?"

"Well, no-"

"Coral, are you goin' anywhere b'fore the cock crows?"

"Uhh, no?" he responded.

"Well, there ya go," replied Granny, matter-of-factly to Applejack. "Now both of you git to bed. Applejack, whatever you have to tell him, do it
before you n' Big Mac head out for tomorrow's cider serving."

And that was that.

Both Coral and Applejack looked a little apprehensive, as they parted company for the night.

As Applejack headed down the hall to her room, Coral caught Granny Smith's eye, and both exchanged a quiet smile, and a knowing wink, before Coral shut his door for the evening.

*Knock knock knock*

"Coral? It's Applejack."

Coral's eyes blinked open. A sliver of light was in the sky outside his cracked window, as he yawned, and surveyed the tented bedsheet in front of him.

Must have been a good dream, he thought to himself, as he pulled off the sheets, and with one hand, held his huge member against his body, and headed to the door. As expected, he found Applejack standing in the hallway.

"Hi, Applejack," he said, trying to hide his 4-ft erection behind the door. "Honest to Celestia, I had no bad intentions for what I did. I-"

"Coral, ah'm sorry."

"Whuh?"

Applejack took a deep breath, before delivering her diatribe.

"Granny was right. After Big Mac and I had to clean up that, mess in the barn, ah didn't have much sleep, and...well, workin' almost all day with a line of customers, it kin wear a pony down."

"Applejack, I've worked with you and your family for a few weeks now," said Coral. "I've seen how you can, sometimes get a bit...carried away with work."

"Ah didn't get carried away Coral-"

"Okay okay okay, sorry," he said. "You can be, 'dedicated' to your family, and your farm. But please believe me, what happened to me and Applebloom the other night, I don't know what caused it, but I-"

"Let's...not discuss that here," said Applejack, taking another deep breath. "Now, before ah head down to help Big Mac get ready, I want you to know, that I've laid out some new rules for you. And, ah expect you, to follow them."

"Okay?" said Coral, taking a gulp, and feeling nervous, at the tone of seriousness in her voice.

"Now, after...the barn incident...ah was more-than-ready to have you bucked off this farm...but, ah remember how Applebloom stuck up for ya when you first came here. And, well, given her...current condition, there isn't any way she can probably be made normal in time for the zap apple harvest in a few weeks."

"Normal?" asked Coral. "Wh-"

"I'm not done," interrupted Applejack. "Now, out of consideration for mah lil' sister's feelings, I am willing to let you stay on this farm until then, and help us. After the harvest, you can pack yer things, and head off, wherever you wanna go in Equestria. However, it's only fair to warn you, that you are currently on thin ice with me."

This additional information, made the knot in Coral's stomach, tighten even more.

"As you heard me tell Granny last night, you weren't to go near Applebloom, or leave your room."

"But, I didn't know," said Coral, trying to keep from belying how Granny Smith had let him get close to his special somepony. "I just had your sister's best interests in mind and so did-"

"Stop Coral, just...just stop. Now, the other day, I was thinkin' I'd give you three chances, and that's what I intend to do. You use them up, and you'll be leavin' before the zap apple harvest, no bones about it. Now yesterday, you used up your first chance-"

"What!?" came Coral's voice in a loud pitch. "But, I didn't know! How can you take away a chance if I-"

"You keep talkin' to me like that and you've used em' all up, and you're outta here before one drop of cider falls this morning, ah swear to Celestia," said Applejack, her tone getting more intense. "The point is, you laid hands on my sister without my permission, and handled her in...well, a not-so-respectable way. As of this morning, you are not to lay a hand on her, or her...chest. I don't care if Applebloom feels uncomfortable, while I'm head of this household, you keep your hands to yourself around her. Agreed?"

Coral could feel a look of consigned dread spreading across his face. It was almost like he and Applebloom were being punished for their love.

"...Agreed," he said.

"Alright then," said Applejack, straightening her hat, in a matter-of-fact way. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be-"

"Can I make a small addendum, Applejack?"

"A small whut?"

"Adden-um, can I make a small alteration to my, arrangements?"

"Coral, I told you-"

"It's not about Applebloom...it's about me. I don't want to be cooped up in my room until the zap apple harvest. Can I at least move around the house, and the grounds? I'll keep my hands and...parts to myself, but I may end up going stir-crazy if I have to stay in here."

"Well...okay," said Applejack. "But ah know you don't have nothin' proper to wear, on yer bottom half, so don't be comin' down to the festival line."

"I won't," replied Coral. "It shouldn't be a problem for long. Sweetie Belle said she and Scootaloo were going to try and get Rarity up here, to measure me and Applebloom for some new clothes. Oh, and, there is something else I've been wondering about."

"What?"

"Are you still collecting funds for the library?"

The question made AJ fall silent for a few seconds, before she spoke up.

"Ah don't think there's gonna be a new library, Coral."

"Why not?"

"The other night, you and Applebloom ruined a whole mess of wealthy pony's clothing. Sadly, ah ended up compensatin' them outta the funds. Almost all of what we raised was soon gone, so...ah had to dip into some of our Festival's profits as well. I'm...I'm sorry, Coral..."

"So, there's nothing left?"

"I'm afraid not..."

With those last words, Applejack headed for the bathroom, and Coral closed his door, before sitting on the bed.

He couldn't believe it. All that excitement between him and Applebloom, and it had cost them the chance to contribute something special to Ponyville?

Looking at his wrapped penis, jutting up in front of him, he fought the urge to punch it out of frustration.

Author's Notes:

Yes, I'm still alive, and no, Chapter 7 was not the end...if anything, it signals 'a new beginning' for Coral Leaf, and Applebloom.

Coming back and proofing over the story, I was reminded again of the story I was writing, let alone the emotional turmoil that was now befalling our couple.

Writing this story, I did have fun making Granny the confidante of the girls and Coral. I based her a bit on my own Grandma, who would often get very excited when she'd see the youngsters dating or possibly going to be married. She passed away in 2010, but one of my sisters said that she was very enamored with her boyfriend (now husband), and our Grandma was very excited when they announced their engagement.

There are a few pop-culture references in the story, though it will be intriguing to see if anyone picks them out.

I'm sure some would probably want me to have spent an extra 500 words on milking and cleaning AB, but as before, we have to keep the story moving along. Deep down, I almost compare the ending of last chapter to a woman having an orgasm. Word is, to achieve one can take time, and in a sense, after 7 chapters and plenty of ups and downs, we achieved the 'orgasmic release' that I had hoped would really make some just be full-on surprised and falling all over themselves aboutt...though judging from the comments, I guess that wasn't the case...

Well, still need to tighten up some things in Chapter 9, and then try and push onto 10 and beyond. As I explained before, it's not going to be smooth sailing for our colossal couple going forward...