Meeting Adjourned
Charlotte was a mare of very specific tastes. They weren’t exactly narrow tastes, but they were still specific. Sex, of course, was the obvious one. Anyone who even slightly knew Charlotte knew that Charlotte enjoyed sex more than was normal. She had other hobbies, ones that were more unique to her, but leaving cum-filled spheres that used to be cute mares in her wake was something of a distinctive feature. It stood out, she supposed. But even then, most people assumed that there was more to her than raw sexual prowess.
Very few people, however, would have thought her the type to join the Ponyville book club. She didn’t come across as the type to do an awful lot of reading. Or any reading at all, really. But join the book club she did, much to the consternation of the other members. Not that any of them particularly objected to her presence – well, except for maybe Twilight, but Twilight barely ever made meetings anymore so fucking whatever. No, the problem wasn’t so much Charlotte as it was the other members of the book club.
Charlotte was young, she was attractive, and she was virile. Her breasts were large, her cock was larger, and she was more than willing to show both off. Extensively. It often got her in trouble even under the best circumstances, not that she cared. But the book club wasn’t really the best of circumstances, at least for everyone other than Charlotte.
The Ponyville book club wasn’t particularly large. Until Twilight had arrived, the town hadn’t exactly been the most literate of places. She had been the one to organize the book club in the first place, and a modest number of Ponyville citizens, mostly bored housewives, had gotten together on a weekly basis to read books and then talk about them. And then one day Twilight became a princess and very quickly realized she no longer had the time to run a book club. Once that happened, membership bled away to practically nothing (as though it wasn’t practically nothing before.) It seemed Twilight’s enthusiasm for books had been the only thing holding it together. She was still technically a member, but as established she didn’t have the time to actually attend meetings anymore. Aside from her, regular membership had dwindled to exactly three. There were occasionally others who poked their head in to see what was going on and then never come back, but ultimately there were only the three ponies who still attended every single meeting. And all three had several things in common. Firstly, they were all past 40. Secondly, they all had at least two children. Thirdly, they were all still fairly attractive mares in spite of being past their prime. And, most importantly, every single one of them was extremely sexually frustrated. They were all married, ostensibly happily. But, for whatever reason, they just weren’t getting any anymore.
So one could imagine what might happen when you take three lonely, horny, older mares and plopped a Charlotte right in the middle of them. They resisted as best as they could, tried their best to focus on the books. Really they did. But it was inevitable that one or all of them would snap.
Misty Breeze was thoroughly ashamed that she was the first one to give in. But at least it hadn’t been during a meeting. Immediately following the prior week’s meeting, Charlotte had discretely slipped her a note, containing a date and time (six pm the following Tuesday), location (a nice restaurant in Canterlot), and instructions that it was a semi-formal setting and to not worry about paying. Had it just been a proposition for casual sex, she likely would have been able to resist. Or at least she told herself that, repeatedly and insistently.
But Charlotte hadn’t just offered sex. She’d asked her on a date. At a really nice restaurant. And was paying. She wasn’t just yet another conquest, yet another bitch to be broken. She was special. Sure, she barely knew Charlotte at all. Yes, they had only actually directly interacted twice, both times at book club meetings. And barely, at that. Charlotte hadn’t so much participated in the meetings as she’d just sort of been there, scantily clad and well-endowed, devouring the other members with her eyes. All of that was true, but again; Charlotte had asked her out on a date, so frankly all of that so-called logic could get fucked.
Once upon a time, Misty Breeze had been a fairly accomplished weather pony. Nothing internationally renowned, but she did her job and did it well. Or at least she did. And then she’d gotten married, and she’d had a kid, and it had pretty much ruined her life. When she was younger, Misty was lithe and muscular and athletic. But pregnancy meant that she wasn’t able to work, and had a difficult time even remaining active. And then the kid had been born and of course she’d not been able to go back to work because somepony had to take care of the kid. Besides which, the pregnancy had left her tits full and swollen, big lumps of non-aerodynamic fat on her chest that nearly a year of pregnancy had left her in no state to lug around in the air. So she’d reluctantly transitioned into being a housewife, with the assumption that it was only temporary and eventually she would be returning to her place on the Ponyville weather team.
And then she’d gotten pregnant again. Triplets. That was the point of no return for her career. Eleven months as a gravid orb, and at the end of it all even more mouths to feed and look after. Her breasts had, of course, gotten even bigger. Even now, when the triplets were almost adults, they were still easily thrice the size of her head and even still got leaky on occasion. She had to wear special bras to provide the support she needed and prevent any... unfortunate wet spots from cropping up on her chest, especially when she wore nice clothing, like now. It was a simple outfit, the best she could afford on their modest budget. Things had been much less financially tight when they’d had zero children and two incomes, but that time had long since passed so fucking whatever. It was a modest light blue affair, matching both her fur and her bra – which made the bra stand out slightly less. She still couldn’t wear anything strapless, or that showed off her back more than was necessary, or else it wouldn’t really matter that she’d gone out of her way to make her bra less obvious. Still, she made sure to show off as much of her generous cleavage as was physically possible. As much as they had ruined her career, they were still her best feature.
She’d had to lie to her husband, of course. It wouldn’t do to tell him that she was going off to have a date with some other mare. Especially considering said other mare was Charlotte. That would be tantamount to admitting her open intent to cuck the shit out of him, and she wasn’t quite confident enough to go that far. She had instead spun a somewhat poorly thought through excuse involving a high school reunion. It was, admittedly, not the best excuse she could have come up with considering she was an alumni of Ponyville High.
But, well, her husband was at work 99% of the time anyway. He had to be, in order to afford to feed four children. He hadn’t really noticed her excuse, and she doubted he’d even realized she was gone. Her children were more likely to notice something was off but much less likely to give a fuck, so whatever. Regardless of excuses, no one had complained that she’d gone off to Canterlot, so she figured she’d gotten away with it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She shuffled her way back and forth nervously in front of the restaurant while she waited for Charlotte’s arrival, terrified that someone she knew might see her infidelity. As though she knew anyone in Canterlot, she admitted to herself. Hopefully Charlotte would arrive soon and distract her.
Charlotte didn’t arrive soon. Or at least not before someone else arrived. “Oh, no,” she muttered to herself as sinking realization dawned.
“Oh. Um. Hi?” said Golden Fields, the second of three remaining members of the Ponyville book club. “It’s nice to see you. Here. In Canterlot. Uh, wow, what a coincidence???”
In spite of being an earth pony, Goldie was the smallest of the three – at least in terms of height. She had a very compact build, in comparison to someone like, say, Applejack. Earth Ponies tended to be tall and buff, while Goldie was short and (mostly) svelte. Mostly, because her ass rivalled Misty’s tits in terms of raw hugeness. It was almost comically disproportionate on her otherwise tiny frame, straining her tight black miniskirt well beyond what it was meant to take. Clearly, she was trying to show off for Charlotte, the slut. Accentuating her ass in order to draw attention. Misty saw through that in a heartbeat. “Oh, hi!” she said warmly, doing her best to hide the disdain. “What brings you to Canterlot,” she continued, as if she didn’t already know.
“Um. Reasons.” She shuffled nervously. Likely, she had been expecting Misty about as much as Misty had been expecting her, and didn’t really know how to react. “What about you?”
“Likely the same reasons as you, I’m afraid.” She smiled coldly.
“Oh.” Goldie seemed to visibly deflate as the realization that Misty had already undergone hit her. “Well. Um-”
“I got here first,” Misty interjected succinctly.
“So?! I have an actual job that I had to reschedule so I could be here,” Goldie snapped back.
“And maybe if you had rescheduled faster you’d have been here first.”
“A-anyway, she invited us both so clearly she wants us both here!”
Misty resisted the urge to glower. Goldie had, she supposed, a bit of a point. Charlotte wasn’t known for monogamy. Still, Misty wasn’t exactly in the mood for sharing. She couldn’t force the earth pony to leave, but she could at least make it clear that she wasn’t welcome. Hopefully that would be enough to get her to go away, so that Misty could have Charlotte for herself. And hopefully there weren’t any other unpleasant surprises waiting for her.
“Ah, hello, ladies! What a pleasant surprise to see you both here!”
“oh for fuck’s sake.”
Neither mare was particularly surprised when the last member of the Ponyville Book Club aside from Charlotte swooped in, quickly pulling them into a passive-aggressive hug. Or possibly just a regular hug – it was difficult to tell how sincere Coco Sprinkles was being at any given time. Misty had known her for years, and she still had a difficult time parsing when she was being genuine and when she was being a catty bitch. “I assume you’re all here for the same reason as I? Wonderful, wonderful. The more the merrier, I always say.”
“You absolutely do not always say that now let me go.”
“No.”
“Ugh.” Coco was surprisingly strong for a unicorn. Or perhaps Misty and Goldie were surprisingly weak, but Misty was fairly sure that wasn’t the case. It had been a long time since she was in action, but she was still an accomplished weather pony. That level of physical fitness doesn’t just go away completely. Of course, on the other hoof, it had been a very long time since she’d been in action and Coco certainly didn’t look strong. She had a tall, willowy build. Like a supermodel – which made sense because she was, in fact, a supermodel. She had, over her long and fairly illustrious career, worked with some of the biggest names in the industry. Photo Finish, Rarity, Fancy Pants, Sapphire Shores. You name them, Coco had worked with them. All this while balancing a socially active lifestyle and single motherhood – she had three foals, all of whom had different fathers. Because Coco was an enormous slut who fucked everything that moved. It was a small wonder that she only had three children given how much the woman slept around.
And somehow she managed to maintain her perfect supermodel figure. Most likely through spending her enormous modelling income on cosmetic magical enhancement so she could be as massive a slut as she wanted to be with minimal consequences.
Misty wasn’t particularly fond of Coco.
“I was here first.”
“You’ve seen Charlotte, no? There’s more than enough mare there for all three of us to have our fair share.”
“Yes but my share should be the fairest because I was here first.”
“You can have first dibs,” Coco reassured her before finally letting the other two mares go. “Though of course, it’s ultimately up to Charlotte to decide who goes first.” She didn’t follow her statement up, but the way she posed subtly as she said it made the connotation that Charlotte would choose her to go first very clear. Like she was in the middle of a fucking photoshoot, posing for cameras that only she could see. Subtly emphasizing her breasts, which were ample but not as oversized as Misty’s. Wiggling her hips, which were wide but not as enormous as Goldie’s. Her figure was perfectly balanced, large in all the right places without being too large. And everything was perfectly accentuated by her tight-fitting black evening dress, low cut on the chest to show off more cleavage than Misty could afford and with a long slit up the side to tease her thighs and ass without showing them off quite as much as Goldie. And it was all crowned by a set of full, pouty lips that were something of a trademark, their fullness and poutiness accented by a generous application of dark brown lipstick. “After all, she’ll probably want to feel these around her big ol’ cock as soon as possible. And, well, I can’t exactly help that~”
Misty opened her mouth to give a catty response or something, but decided not to bother when Charlotte picked that moment to sweep in. “Hey, babes,” she said casually. Almost too casually, really. “Hope you’re all ready for the stuffing of your life ‘cause I’m pent up as fuck.”
“I was here first,” Misty said succinctly. “And I’ve got the biggest tits.”
“I’ve got the biggest ass! And I had to put in the most work to get here!”
“It’s not the size, it’s how you use it. And I’ll have you all know I’m the best cocksucker in Equestria.”
“Ladies, ladies, you’ll all get your turn,” Charlotte said patiently. “Besides which, we haven’t even eaten yet! I rented out this restaurant for the evening, I fully intend to use it.”
“The- the entire restaurant?” Coco said, caught very briefly off guard.
“Well, the last time I let myself go wild there was this big hassle over it. Something to do with ‘endangering bystanders’ and ‘massive property damage’ or whatever.” She waved dismissively. “So I figured this time I’d cut that off at the pass and just rent out a building that I can do what I want with.”
“Okay,” Coco said succinctly as she quietly ruminated on the ramifications of Charlotte being able to just casually buy out an entire high class restaurant for an entire night with the clear intent to leave it completely destroyed. That spoke of a level of financial clout that no one had expected of the maroon mare, well beyond what even Coco was used to dealing with.
“Anyway, come! The night is young and so are we. I’ve got a wonderful evening planned for you three, but if we sit around talking out here we’re gonna miss out!” Charlotte strode forward, dragging the other three mares along like a hurricane. It was difficult not to be swept up in her wake, really. There was something about her, some kind of irresistible charisma. Misty couldn’t really put her finger on exactly what. Probably the cock, if she was honest, but there seemed to be more to it than that. No one could stop her, even if they wanted to. And Celestia knew there seemed to be an awful lot of ponies who really wanted to stop Charlotte from doing Charlotte things at Ponyville and the surrounding area.
She had not, Misty noticed, particularly dressed up. The Book Club mares had all worn something more or less fancy compared to their usual outfits. Certainly, all of them had worn something fancy at all. Charlotte, meanwhile, wore the exact same kind of clothing she always wore. A tight black shirt that showed off impressive cleavage somewhere between Coco’s and Misty’s and her soft midriff. Similarly tight-fitting black hotpants that strained at her thick thighs and round ass and massive bulge. A cute black choker that matched the black bows in her hair, a set of silvery earrings, and just about nothing else. Nothing spectacular, or at least not spectacular if you discounted the wearer’s ample figure. Certainly not the semi-formal that Charlotte’s note had suggested. Of course, Misty didn’t pretend to know what was going on in Charlotte’s mind. The mare was something of an enigma, which was hot as fuck.
Misty shuffled her way into the restaurant, trying not to think about how fucking horny she was right now. She made a point of leading the way, with only Charlotte herself ahead. The other two seemed content to let her be in front, though Goldie was giving her a sullen glare.
The interior of the restaurant was large and mostly empty. True to Charlotte’s word, they seemed to have the place to themselves. Aside from assumed kitchen and waitstaff, the only other pony present was a very nervous looking maître d’. Charlotte completely and utterly ignored him, making her way to the exactly one table that was set up in the rough centre of the space. “I’ve arranged for a three course meal for the four of us. Set menu, of course, all the fancy joints do set menus. First though, some drinks! What kind of fancy meal would this be if we didn’t also drink a shitton of booze?”
“That sounds, um, lovely,” said Coco, still reeling from the fact that they were the only people in the restaurant.
“No need to be so uptight, babe. We’re here for pleasure, not business.” Charlotte sat down at the small, circular table, and Misty quickly grabbed a seat next to her. Goldie scrambled to grab the other side while Coco was distracted, and the unicorn sullenly took the seat across from the focus of the evening.
Charlotte nonchalantly snapped her fingers, and after a few moments a waiter who somehow looked even more nervous than the maître d’ sidled up to the table, a large bottle of some sort of wine in hand. He cautiously poured a small amount into Charlotte’s cup and then pulled away awkwardly. The burgundy mare gave him a confused and annoyed look. “That’s it? That’s not a full glass, that’s barely a sip.”
“You’re, um. Supposed to taste it?”
“Ugh, whatever, it’s just booze, who fucking cares.” Still, the young sommelier seemed fairly insistent that the traditional procedure be followed, so Charlotte reluctantly took the sip. “It’s fine,” she said tersely, and the young stallion responded by filling the party’s glasses. “There. Was that so hard? Now go get our food, chop chop! I wanna get to the good bit as soon as possible.”
“Right away, ma’am.”
“Ugh, don’t call me that, it makes me sound ancient.”
“Sorry, ma’am.”
“Just go.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The waiter vanished back to wherever it was that the restaurant’s staff were hiding, and a sort of awkward silence descended upon the table. Sort of, because it wasn’t really silence. Classical music was being piped into the dining hall, probably by magic, which created a decent enough ambience. But the actual diners said nothing. Charlotte seemed content to sip at her wine, while Charlotte’s guests were too busy giving each other subtle dirty looks to chatter. Each glared intently at the other two, lest one of them attempt to make a move on Charlotte, glaring and drinking.
Goldie was the one who eventually broke the silence. “So, um. How’s everyone enjoying this week’s book?”
“Oh, I haven’t touched it,” Charlotte replied immediately. “I only really read technical stuff. Manuals, alchemic texts, that kinda thing.”
“Uh.” It was Goldie’s turn to be caught off guard. Though really, Misty wasn’t sure why. Of course Charlotte didn’t actually read the books. It was intensely obvious that she’s never been particularly interested in the Book aspect of the Ponyville Book Club. And she was fairly sure the others had to have figured out the same by now. But she supposed that it was a bit offputting for her to so readily admit to it. Probably, it was because she had essentially gotten what she wanted out of the club at this point and didn’t need to pretend anymore. “That’s, um,” Goldie stuttered, at a bit of a loss for words. “Boy, it sure is taking them a while to get us our first course. Ha ha.”
“I wonder what’s up with that,” Charlotte replied coyly. Her tone of voice made it clear she knew exactly what was up with that. “Well, at least we’ve got plenty of wine to drink while we wait~”
“Right,” Misty replied, taking another sip. It was very good wine. There was something about it, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on exactly what. Some ineffable, almost addictive quality. Misty typically wasn’t much of a drinker, but she found herself already finished with her first glass.
The sommelier materialized once more, quickly topping everypony off. “Leave the bottle,” Charlotte ordered, and the young man obeyed before vanishing once more.
God, Misty was so fucking horny. Her cheeks flushed heavily as a burning heat built up in the core of her body. She’d been excited to have a private, one-on-one evening with Charlotte, but now that she knew she had to share she supposed her body just wanted to get to the fucking good bit. And she wasn’t alone, it seemed. Goldie wriggled uncomfortably in her slightly-undersized seat, and Coco’s flushed face was visible through her creamy brown fur. All four of them focused on downing as much booze as they could, to help with ignoring the need until it was time. As a result, they all found themselves once again running dry in short order. And, if anything, the arousal had only gotten worse.
“Goodness, but you all are eager,” Charlotte cooed. “You all drank so much so quickly, you’re probably not gonna be able to do much other than fuck for a few hours.”
“What?”
Charlotte declined to elaborate, instead grabbing the bottle and downing the remaining wine in one eager chug. “Mnnnn, I suppose we can call the aperitif over and move on to the main event, since you’re all so insistent.” She leaned back in her chair, stretching in a way that caused her top to strain against her ample chest.
“I feel weird...” Goldie interjected. Sure enough a loud, rumbling growl came from her direction.
“That’d be the wine,” Charlotte said. “I selected it myself before we began. And, ah, added a few enhancements of my own. They should be kicking in right about now-ish.”
Misty fell forward, her breasts pressing firmly against the table. The pressure of her own bodyweight was enough to cause them to leak, though leak was a bit of an understatement. Her production hadn’t been quite this copious since the twins were newborns. Her bra, which was specifically designed to mitigate accidental lactation, was soaked through in short order, and her dress shortly afterwards.
“W-what did you do?!” Coco stuttered, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
“Well, you’re all getting on in years, so I figured you could use a little... assistance, so I laced the wine with a cocktail of various potions. Some performance enhancers, a few general boosters, some very potent aphrodisiacs, and about twice the recommended dosage of every fertility enhancer I could find. Rest assured that by the end of the evening you’ll all be well and truly bred.”
“Fffffuuuuuuuck!” Coco cried, collapsing back into her chair as her whole body convulsed and shook with orgasm.
“That’s the spirit! I like you, you’re eager. I think maybe you can go first.”
“H-hey,” Misty managed to force out. “I was here first.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, babe. You’ll get your turn soon enough.” Charlotte smirked, her expression one of supreme confidence. “Think of it as saving the best for last. ‘sides, it’d be weird to have a fresh glass of warm milk at the beginning of the meal, right?”
Misty struggled to maintain some degree of focus. Full lucidity was obviously out of the question, but she wanted to be at least conscious of what was going on by the time her turn rolled around. And her turn was apparently last, which was frustrating. It meant she’d have to hold on for longer, which meant more opportunities to lose it. But she also couldn’t help but feeling a small swell of pride at the same time. “Do you hear that? She says I’m the best.”
“Hmph,” Coco snorted in response. “We’ll see if she’s still singing the same tune after I’ve had my way with her.” The unicorn spoke slowly and carefully, clearly putting a lot of mental effort into recomposing herself. She was doing an admirable job of it, too, but her face was visibly flushed and her voice quivered slightly with need. Her movements were smooth, but similarly slow and laboured, belying the fact that she wasn’t as together as she’d like to appear.
She kicked her chair aside, lowering herself onto her hands and knees, her ass held high in the air as she crawled under the table and over to Charlotte. “Just relax,” she cooed. “Let momma Coco take care of you~” She quickly approached her goal; Charlotte’s tightly wrapped package. It strained visibly against her shorts, the massive bulge easily bigger than Coco’s head. Celestia, she could smell it, hear it, practically taste it. Like just being in proximity to it was setting off all her senses at once. She salivated heavily, practically drooling. No, not practically, actually full-on drooling when presented with Charlotte’s stallionhood. She wanted to taste it so very badly. To feel it filling her throat to the point of suffocation. She licked her full lips, and reached out, hands shaking with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. Tentatively, she placed her hands on Charlotte’s cock.
There was a loud noise, something vaguely like shriiiiippp, and then a sharp smack to her face. Her vision was briefly filled with splotches of white that obscured just about everything, and she flopped back onto the hard wooden floor of the restaurant – along with a loud crashing noise as the table was flipped. Misty found herself flipped over, while Goldie came out mostly unscathed. All three of them found themselves metaphorically floored by Charlotte’s shaft.
It had looked enormous while concealed by shorts, but that was nothing compared to its full unleashed girth. Her balls made Misty’s tits look flat. Even if she were standing, they’d likely almost reach the floor, but seated as she was they did, the bottoms flattening slightly against the ground in a way that only served to make them look bigger and heavier and fuller. Of course, her cock itself wasn’t to be outdone. It was as thick around as the thickest part of her thighs, maybe even more. It was long, too, very nearly as tall as Charlotte. It twitched and pulsed and drooled and grew. Not a lot, barely even noticeable, but it was there. A fraction of an inch at a time.
Charlotte smirked. It hardly bore mentioning, considering it seemed to be her default expression. “I did mention the fertility enhancers? Twice the recommended dose. Each. Per person.” She reached down and gently stroked her shaft, causing it to unleash a thick gout of precum that painted Coco’s frozen face with clear goo. “Like I said, by the time we’re done here you’re all gonna be well and truly bred. I’m talkin’ litters.”
“I- You- It’s huge!” Coco stammered, suddenly having second thoughts. She’d heard the rumours, yes, and seen the results of Charlotte’s escapades. But she’d never really quite considered the ramifications of sex with Charlotte. Intellectually, she knew she wasn’t in any real danger. Charlotte was known to cause extensive property damage, yes, but she didn’t kill ponies. But, well, the animal part of Coco’s brain just saw that massive shaft and was filled with instinctive terror. It was almost as big as she was tall, after all.
“Yep!” Charlotte responded, beaming with pride. “I’d take a deep breath if I were you, babe.”
“Wha-” was all Coco managed before she felt her body enveloped in Charlotte’s magical telekinesis. Her body lifted up off the ground, and she found her mouth wrenched open as she floated over to Charlotte and slid aaaaaall the way down Charlotte’s cock, to the base. She left a long smeary trail of lipstick along its length, made visible as she slid back up. She almost made it all the way to the flared head before Charlotte sent her back down. Up and down, using her like a cocksleeve.
God, it was almost hot in a fucked up sorta way. That fear was still there, of course. It was an instinctive reaction. But beneath it, and above it, and aaaaall around it there was that arousal. Like an old, familiar song pushing its way to the front of her mind, drowning out everything else. It was probably the drugs talking, but frankly she didn’t really mind anymore. Being used like this felt good. Which, she realized dimly, was kind of a fucked up thought to have, but once again she found herself not really caring.
Dimly, Coco registered Charlotte picking up the pace of her masturbation. Blowjob, technically, but calling it that felt a bit disingenuous. The magic jerked the slender unicorn’s limp body faster and faster and faster as what rhythm there had once been devolved into wild thrusting. Charlotte groaned, lazily leaning back in the chair as she allowed Coco to do all the work (sort of). “You were right,” she said idly. “Your lips feel great around my cock.”
Coco felt a swell of pride at the praise, deep in the pit of her stomach. It took her a moment to realize that wait no that was Charlotte’s pre. It flowed copiously down her tight throat, and she would have been eagerly milking as much of the stuff as she could were she capable of participating. She couldn’t, though – Charlotte was in complete control of the situation and Coco found herself loving every minute of it. She gurgled happily, reaching down and rubbing at the thick shaft even as it was pumped in and out of her.
“Ooooh, proactive! I like that~” Coco found herself rewarded with an increase in the flow of precum. Celestia, it felt like fuckin’ gallons of the stuff were being pumped directly into her greedy gut. Her only real regret was she didn’t get to taste it. Her body, already warped and distended by Charlotte’s shaft, started to swell from the sheer volume of the stuff. Within moment she looked like she was several months pregnant – or at least she did when she was mostly off the shaft. When she was mostly on the shaft, she mostly just looked like a stick figure of a Pony stretched out over a giant goddamn penis.
Coco found herself slowly slid off of the shaft entirely. She blinked in confusion, reaching hungrily for the pillar of meat. “Now, now,” Charlotte said. “Don’t get impatient. I did promise to breed you, after all. It’d be counterproductive to cum in your throat.” Coco found herself lifted into the air by Charlotte’s magic, her body rotating in the air until she was at just the right angle. The magic yanked her legs apart, like she was doing the splits in midair. She found herself briefly thankful that she had elected to wear a dress that already had a slit in it. Only briefly, because Charlotte didn’t give her much opportunity to do much of anything prior to getting slammed downwards. Within the span of a few seconds, her breeding hole was filled with thick, meaty horsecock.
Coco opened her mouth to let out a cry of ecstasy, but nothing came out. Not even a squeak. “Mnf, you’re tight, ain’tcha? I thought you had a couple ‘a kids, usually that’ll loosen a slut right the fuck up! You’re gonna hafta tell me your secret after we’re done here~” Coco didn’t respond. She could barely think. Her whole mind was overwhelmed with the sensation of Charlotte’s stallionhood filling her beyond her wildest dreams. She’d heard stories about what it was like to fuck Charlotte. A completely life-altering experience, or so she was told. That honestly felt like an understatement. Words failed to materialize. Nothing materialized, really. It felt like her conscious mind had been washed away by lust. She gurgled and convulsed as she came, and came, and came. And Charlotte hadn’t even started to thrust yet!
Although thrusting would honestly be logistically interesting, given the sheer size of Charlotte’s endowments. Of course, on the other hoof, Charlotte hadn’t needed to do much thrusting thus far anyway. Coco felt her body sloooowly slide up, up, up the enormous length of Charlotte’s shaft, stopping just before she was removed completely and then slamming back down all the way to the hilt once more. This time, Coco did manage to make a noise, a vague gurgling moan. Charlotte grinned, before repeating the motion. Slowly removing Coco and then slamming her down quickly, over and over again. Up and down and up and down, faster and harder until Charlotte abruptly came.
It was not unlike what Coco imagined the experience of fucking a volcano would be. Hell, if anything, she got the feeling that was a bit of an understatement. Charlotte unleashed a veritable ocean of cum directly into her hungry womb, and her perfect stomach exploded outwards into a massive fucking sphere of flesh. Her dress, already straining against the results of Charlotte’s pre, did likewise. Every seam burst at once, leaving her creamy brown fur completely exposed. The only article of clothing that remained intact was her bra.
And that only remained intact for a few moments before her breasts began to swell. Of course they did. Charlotte had made her intentions of impregnating the three of them abundantly clear at this point. It only made sense that her tits would get big and full and leaky, ready to feed her incoming brood. Her bra snapped as her tits reached head-sized, and then surpassed head sized, growing in surges that came in time with Charlotte’s orgasm. “Mnnnnn,” she moaned, her hands reaching up to squeeze them as they swelled bigger and bigger. “Who’s got the biggest tits now, slut?”
“Me,” Misty fired back. Coco barely noticed. She was too busy revelling in the sensation of getting bigger. Her tits weren’t the only part of her that was growing, after all. Her hips widened, and her ass filled out, and even her trademark lips got bigger.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her words only slightly garbled by her suddenly fatter lips. She was torn over which part of her body to give attention to first, but ultimately settled on her belly. Of course she did – it was the biggest. Easily big enough to fit a few of her inside and still have room for more. “Yesssss,” she hissed, even as she slooooowly slid off of Charlotte’s shaft. She barely even noticed it, nor did she really notice as her cum-filled gut settled on top of her face, rendering breathing complicated but not impossible. She was content to writhe and moan and rub herself aaaall over.
“That’s the appetizer down. On to the meat.”
“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” Goldie groaned, low and lewd. “Oh, Celestia, yesssss, fuck my asssssss~”
“Goodness! You’re all so eager, aren’t you? Well, that’s fine, we can have some anal fun before we get to the breeding~” Charlotte made a vague gesture, and Goldie found herself lifting into the air in a similar manner to Coco. Misty glowered in response. She couldn’t believe she was being made to wait longer. What if Charlotte spent herself completely on these stupid bitches before she even got her chance? Of course, there wasn’t actually a chance of Charlotte running out any time soon. Given the massive overdose of fertility drugs they’d all taken, Misty wouldn’t have been too surprised if Charlotte could breed all of them at least as much as she’d bred Coco a good twenty or thirty more times each.
But, well, right now Misty’s animal brain was in charge. And her animal brain wanted cock.
Her animal brain was going to have to wait, though. Charlotte had already made her decision clear, unfortunately. Goldie floated over, finding herself placed gently on top of the larger mare’s cock. “Mnf, that’s a nice ass, babe~” she cooed. The only response she got was Goldie moaning and wiggling her miniskirt-clad ass. “You know what? Whenever I see a big fat as like yours, I just wanna give it a nice big ol’ smack.”
“Gnhaaaaaaannnnnn~” Goldie cried as Charlotte did exactly that. Her hand collided with Goldie’s expansive yellow-furred flesh hard, sending it rippling like she’d just dropped a boulder into a puddle. “Fffffuck why did that feel so fuckin’ goooooood,” the smaller mare moaned.
“D’ya want some more?”
“Oh Celestia yes please.”
“Happy to oblige, babe.” Charlotte pulled her hand back, back, back, before sending it flying once more into Goldie’s vast expanse of assflesh. She didn’t bother waiting for the earth pony to ask for more before giving her more, spanking her with a steady intensity. Smack, smack, smack!
“Hhhharderrrrrrr,” Goldie groaned, leaning forward farther. Her miniskirt hiked up, revealing even more butt and showing off her clean white panties. A massive fashion faux-pas, as far as Misty was concerned. She was obviously no Coco, but she knew enough not to wear white panties with a black skirt. Not that Charlotte gave a fuck. She just grinned that confident grin of hers and grabbed Goldie’s underwear, roughly tearing it away to reveal the maximum amount of yellow-furred assflesh. Satisfied, she grabbed the earth mare’s butt and squeezed, letting her fingers sink deep into the smaller mare’s soft skin. “Ahnnnnn~”
“Nice ‘n big, just how I like ‘em,” Charlotte cooed, kneading and groping and squeezing Goldie’s rear.
“Ahngggggg mooooore~” Goldie moaned in response. She leaned forward even further, raising her hindquarters as high as they’d go and pressing her upper body against Charlotte’s cock – which was larger than she was. The massive slab of meat was slick and shiny, between the remains of what she’d done to Coco and a fresh coating of precum that collectively left Goldie’s upper body soaked in slick, shiny fluids. “Pleeeeeeease~”
“Well, then, since you asked so nicely, let’s move past the foreplay~” Charlotte removed her hands from Goldie’s ass, and the mare let out a pitiful, needy moan in response. “Don’t worry, babe, it’s only temporary.” Once again, the earth pony found herself enveloped in a maroon magical aura and lifted up off of Charlotte’s cock. That made her even more upset, and she writhed and moaned in protest. The moans quickly cut off, however, as Charlotte’s magic dug deeply into assflesh, pulling it apart to reveal her holes. “Now, I know I said I was going to be breeding you, but you did specifically ask me to fuck your ass. Don’t worry, though, the night’s still young and there’s plenty of time for me to fill your slutty little womb~”
Goldie cried out, somewhere between ecstasy and pain, as she found her asshole pressed firmly against Charlotte’s flare. “Oh god yes please give it to me!” she screamed.
“If you insist,” Charlotte replied seductively, and sloooowly began to pull Goldie down her shaft. Where Coco had been impaled in one go and then thrust up and down the pillar of meat, Goldie inched downwards at a glacial pace. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her hole stretched and her body bulged. More and more and more, stretching upwards and outwards like a condom but with arms and legs and a big fuckin’ ass. Her simple black blouse stretched and then ripped away, giving way to the force of nature that was Charlotte’s cock and leaving Goldie only clad in her miniskirt – which was getting more and more mini with every passing second. She could feel flesh piling upon flesh as her ass grew bigger. “Oh Celestia yessssssss~” she cooed, reaching down to squeeze and grope at herself as she filled out obscenely. Between the cock and her own expanding flesh, her miniskirt popped in short order – a single tear rendered it summarily useless, the fabric floating idly down to settle on Coco’s distended stomach.
And still Charlotte’s cock kept sliding in, only just reaching the medial ring. Oh, Celestia, why was she moving so slowly. It was unfair, like torture. But at the same time it felt so fucking good. Goldie’s mind was practically rent in two by the dissonance, not unlike her skirt. And when Charlotte joined in on exploring the growing expanse of butt, well, that just made things better – or worse, or both. It was agonizing, it was amazing, it was far more than her simple pony body and simple pony brain were ever built to take. And there was still a full half of Charlotte to go! It felt like it had been days, though really that was frankly just her sense of time being distorted.
“Good girl,” Charlotte purred. “But Like I said, we’ve had enough foreplay. Let’s skip to the big finish before things get boring. Can’t be having that, now, can we?”
“Wha-” was all that Goldie managed to say before Charlotte grabbed her hips and violently yanked her the rest of the way down. It was more than enough to push Goldie over the edge, though even if it hadn’t been, Charlotte’s own explosive climax would have finished the job easily. Her abdomen, already distorted beyond recognition by Charlotte’s shaft, bloated outwards, bigger and bigger, fuller and fuller. The sudden shift in pace was enough to thoroughly (if, thankfully, not irrevocably) reduce Goldie to a babbling mess, a mass of flesh. All hip and thigh and ass and gut, with the pony herself barely visible among it all anymore. Even fuller than Coco, by a significant margin, and Coco had been easily inflated to the point where there was at least three or four times as much Cum as there was Coco.
“That’s two,” Charlotte said matter of factly. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Goldie slid off of her cock and rolled onto the floor beside Coco. “That just leaves one final course.” She turned to look at Misty, licking her lips hungrily. “You up for dessert, babe?”
“Uh,” Misty replied, somewhat apprehensive now that it was actually her turn. “Can I take my bra off first? It’s kind of expensive.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Fine, take your time. But you don’t really gotta worry too much, I’ll happily pay for a replacement or two.”
“O-oh. Okay. Never mind then.” She shuffled awkwardly, her state of mind somewhere between eager and terrified. “Dessert it is?”
“Dessert it is,” Charlotte said, licking her lips hungrily. As with the other two, Misty found herself lifted up by Charlotte’s magic and carried over to the larger mare. She was placed down on top of Charlotte’s shaft, straddling it like – well, like a big fucking cock. Misty wasn’t exactly in the state of mind for metaphor, especially considering that Charlotte immediately got to work playing with her tits. “Like I said, best for last.”
“Mn!” Misty, much like the others, very quickly found herself reduced to being borderline non-verbal. Her tits were way more sensitive than normal, and the way Charlotte’s hands danced around them was practically agonizing. Her blouse and bra were already practically soaked through completely, and Charlotte’s attention only increased the flow. “Oh Celestia,” she muttered as Charlotte reached up, grabbed the neckline of her blouse, and roughly yanked it down.
Her enormous breasts popped free, barely contained by her moist bra. Charlotte hooked a finger between the cups and, with a sharp tug, effortlessly snapped it in half. Misty’s tits practically exploded outwards, freed from their prior constraints. “There we go,” Charlotte cooed, cupping a fat milksack with her hands – she needed both of them, considering their sheer size. “Nice ‘n hefty. Leaky, too, nice. Wasn’t expecting leaky.” The two mares’ relative heights left Charlotte roughly eye-level with Misty’s dripping nipples. Once again, the unicorn licked her lips eagerly, squeezing the mounds together firmly until Misty’s teats were practically touching, drawing another breathy moan from the pegasus and forcing out a considerably greater flow of milk. “You know what? I’m feelin’ kinda thirsty. Fresh milk is a decent enough dessert, I think, what about you?”
Misty, much like the other two, found herself not given the chance to reply before Charlotte made the decision for her. She darted forward and began to enthusiastically go to town on her. Both nips went into Charlotte’s mouth, and she pressed her face deep into soft titflesh. Her hands got about as firm a grip as was possible given the sheer scale of Misty’s boobs and began to stroke the big sacks of fat up and down, literally milking her like the cow she basically was. The flow, naturally, redoubled, and Charlotte eagerly gulped it down.
And Celestia it just kept coming. Perhaps Charlotte had done some kind of magical finagling to increase her output while she wasn’t paying attention. Perhaps it was a side-effect of the various alchemical concoctions that had laced the wine. Or perhaps it was just Misty’s body noticing that there was demand for milk after almost eighteen years and increasing the supply accordingly. Fuck, maybe it was a mixture of all three, she didn’t know or particularly care. All she knew was it felt so fucking good. The flow somehow managed to increase again as Misty found herself plummeting over the edge.
Misty’s orgasm was intense, unsurprisingly. She’d been on edge pretty much since Charlotte’s arrival, and the drugs had only served to make that edge edgier. Charlotte did an admirable job of holding her in place, so her wild convulsions didn’t cause her to fall off of her meat seat. She squeezed her legs around it tightly, feeling the flesh throbbing beneath her as she grinded her hips against it. Which was more than enough to set off another few orgasms. Charlotte was barely doing anything and yet she managed to milk climax after climax after glorious climax from the smaller pegasus with the same ease she milked actual milk.
Time seemed to blur together as Misty came over and over again. Eventually, after Celestia knows how much time, Charlotte removed herself from Misty’s chest with a wet pop. “Delicious~” she cooed. “But oh dear, it seems we’ve neglected something. I’m nice and full, but you’ve not gotten anything! We’re gonna hafta rectify that, aren’t we?”
Misty’s vision swam, her body still wracked by the occasional climax. Charlotte’s words barely registered through the sensory overload. Her surroundings blurred together, and her head throbbed like a migraine but with pleasure instead of pain. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was thinking or doing, but instead operated on pure instinct, pressing her body against Charlotte’s and grinding her hips against Charlotte’s cock.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Charlotte said, and Misty’s body slid upwards along the thick shaft, pointedly pressing down so that her clit rubbed against it, drawing forth a breathy “oh fuck” and a few more orgasms as she journeyed up, up, up towards the inevitable destination.
If Charlotte had fucked Coco like a volcano, and had fucked Goldie like a glacier, she fucked Misty like a hurricane. The buildup was slow but intense, and getting more and more intense as the storm approached. Misty’s breaths came quick and shallow as Charlotte rubbed her cunt against the behemoth of a cock, inching her past the medial ring.
And then, much like the eye of a hurricane, she found herself slowing to a stop juuuuuuuuust before the head. Misty moaned piteously, wriggling and writhing as Charlotte teased her.
“Go on, slut,” she said. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“P-please,” Misty stuttered, her wings flared out as far as they could as her fine muscle control over them degenerated to nothing. “I’ve waited so long. Please, please.”
“Please what?”
“F-fuck me pregnant! Please!” she cried in desperation. “And then fuck me some more! Breed me like the good little breeding bitch I am please I was here fiiiiiiiiiiirst~”
“Well. Since you were here first, and since you’re asking me so nicely, I guess I can’t help but oblige you~” With that, Misty found herself out of the eye of the storm and in the hurricane proper as Charlotte pulled her down to the hilt in one go.
Of course Misty came again. She’d barely stopped cumming since they’d started. This time, though, was different. Of course it was, this time she had Charlotte’s dick in her. Like a god damn tree trunk shoved up her tight cunt. Anyone’s cunt would be tight for a cock like that. Her innards convulsed, desperately squeezing and groping and milking Charlotte’s shaft the way Charlotte milked her tits earlier. Though much less adequately – Charlotte’s cock was simply too big for her to really handle.
Luckily, unlike the others she had a way to make up for that. An eager grin spread across her face as she reached up and squeezed her fat tits around the point where Charlotte’s cock bulged through her torso, roughly where her ribcage probably should have been were ponies not basically made out of rubber. She pumped them up and down the thick rod, giving Charlotte a titjob while she was inside of her. It would have been simply wasteful to not titfuck her, after all, considering her tits were her best feature.
It was clearly the correct decision to make. Charlotte groaned, low and rumbling as the base of her shaft swelled with a massive bulge of cum and then another and another and another. She’d seen what Charlotte had done to the others, but having it happen to herself was another thing entirely. Words, understandably, failed her. She scoured her brain for some kind of flowery metaphor but came up blank. All she knew was that it felt deeply, profoundly right. At some point her dress was torn to shreds. She didn’t care. She just revelled in the sensation of mounting fullness and continuing orgasm. Her breasts grew (of course they did; the same had happened to the others, after all, so why would she be the exception?) and sprayed copious amounts of thick cream into the air. And, of course, her body inflated, filled with impossible volumes of seed. Quickly, she found herself matching Coco, then Goldie, then surpassing both, and Charlotte didn’t seem to be showing signs of slowing down.
Once again, Misty wasn’t sure how long exactly the climax lasted. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. She didn’t really care, and she got the impression Charlotte didn’t either. She did feel a brief pang of regret when her body sloooooowly slid back off of the big pink horsecock. “Well!” Charlotte said, clapping her hands together. “That was certainly productive. I think that I can safely call this meeting of the Ponyville Milf Club to a close!” She stretched languidly, though Misty couldn’t see it beyond her cum-filled body – which practically reached the ceiling of the restaurant! “I hope you’re ready, girls, because the next meeting’s starting in five minutes.”