It means he likes you a LOT
Pinkie Pie had always been very good at reading people. And, more specifically, had always been very good at reading people who were otherwise very hard to read. Twilight had somewhat admired that ability for as long as they’d known each other. Only somewhat, though – much like everything else about Pinkie, she didn’t quite understand it. And, much like everything else about Pinkie, she wished that she could understand it. Not that she’d not learned her lesson after the whole Pinkie Sense debacle, of course. But, well... she was still a scientist at heart. She couldn’t help it, and she certainly couldn’t turn it off at will.
And, well, she kind of felt it was entirely reasonable to be concerned that Pinkie Pie’s pet alligator sure did seem to like to bite people. A lot. To the point where she’d literally named him after that particular trait. And so, she decided to bring the subject up the next time she was alone with Pinkie. Specifically, they had a spa date – a whole weekend of being pampered. Of course, she tried her best to bring it up naturally rather than just abruptly confronting Pinkie with “hey your pet bites people too much.” It took her until they’d both gotten their clothes off on the first day to actually manage that, which was... awkward. It was a bit of a weird conversation to have while naked, but she had her reasons to not delay it further. “You should really probably not let him do that.”
“It’s fiiiiiine, Twilight,” Pinkie replied matter-of-factly. “It means he likes you!”
“Right, right,” Twilight said, though she honestly wasn’t entirely sure that Pinkie was right about that. She wasn’t going to say so, not yet at least, but... Well, she couldn’t help but be concerned that Gummy’s biting habit wasn’t so much a sign of affection as it was a sign of aggression. He was otherwise a very lethargic creature, slow and laid back and almost lazy. Which, as Twilight understood from her reading, was typical of his species. “It’s just... His teeth haven’t grown in yet, but they will eventually. You probably want to train him not to bite while he still has no teeth.” That, really, was the big worry. Alligators weren’t normally the kind of animal you kept as a pet. They were big and they were strong and they had very sharp teeth and, in the wild at least, they used that size and strength and sharp teeth to grab onto things and tear them to shreds.
“Pfffft, don’t be such a worrywart. Where is he, anyway?” Twilight sighed, rolling her eyes before turning around. “Oh.” There he was, dangling loosely from Twilight’s right buttcheek. “Um. That means he likes you?”
“Can you see why I’m concerned.”
“I still think you’re blowing things out of proportion. You’ve known him for years and he’s never hurt anyone.”
“Because he doesn’t have teeth yet.” Twilight sighed again, reaching down to remove the pet from her rear. “This isn’t the first time he’s bit me in the butt when I’ve tried to bathe, Pinkie. It’s not even the fifth. And I’m not the only one, Rarity says that every time he goes to the spa with you it always begins and ends with Gummy chewing on her breasts.”
“Obviously he’s got good taste.”
“Pinkie.”
“What? Rarity’s got nice boobies!”
“I- I’m not denying that,” Twilight said with a blush. “It’s just kind of beside the point.” For the third time in as many minutes, she sighed. Pinkie was a good friend, really. Just... very exasperating to deal with at times. “I’ve talked about it with Fluttershy – who you and I both know knows way more about animals and their behaviour than the two of us combined – and she says it’s probably related to his carnivore instincts.”
Pinkie frowned, clearly upset by Twilight’s accusation. It took a lot to make Pinkie mad, and Twilight rather specifically wanted that not to happen. This was supposed to be a vacation, after all – it wouldn’t do to have a big ol’ fight over something that was ultimately very petty. “So you’re saying that Gummy secretly wants to eat me?”
“No, no, just that it’s an instinctual thing.”
“Hmph! Well, I don’t really see the difference, it’s still rude.”
This was exactly what Twilight didn’t want to happen. “Hold on, hold on,” she said, holding up her hands. “How about a compromise.”
“Compromise?”
“Why don’t we just ask him why he bites people.”
Pinkie tilted her head quizzically, like a confused dog. “... Twilight, Gummy can’t talk.”
“Magic.”
“Oh. Duh.”
“I’ve been looking into it for Fluttershy. Most animals are much smarter than ponies give them credit for, but they don’t have the biological ability to speak our language. Don’t have the right vocal chords and all, you know? Fluttershy felt it would be useful to be able to ask the animals in her care what’s wrong and so I’ve been doing some on and off research on the subject. I haven’t gotten a chance to actually test the spell out, yet, so this should be a good opportunity! Two birds with one stone, as it were.”
“Well... Okay!” And, just like that, Pinkie’s mood bounced back completely, as it was wont to do. “Talking to Gummy seems like it’d be fun, anyway! Do you want to do it now?”
“We might as well,” Twilight said, thankful that she’d managed to diffuse the situation. Though, on the other hand, that typically wasn’t particularly hard to do. Pinkie was difficult to anger and extremely easy to cheer up, though all of her emotions tended to be extreme. Which was why it was probably for the best that Twilight had cheered her up immediately or else there likely would have been property damage.
Not that a happy Pinkie was averse to causing property damage, of course. Her parties tended to get... intense. It was generally best to keep a very close eye on her at all times, just to be safe.
Twilight gently placed Gummy on the ground. He wasn’t a particularly large alligator, or at least not yet. According to Fluttershy, and backed up by her own research, he was actually very young for his species. For now he was about two and a half feet long – he’d actually grown quite a lot in the time she’d known him. He looked around in his usual confused, vacant way. Of course, Twilight had always had a hard time reading him – which probably had a lot to do with the fact that he was a reptile. She could at least sort of grasp the body language of another mammal? But an alligator was a bit too far out of her wheelhouse. She assumed it was confused and vacant, but she couldn’t really be as sure as she might be with a cat or a dog or even a bird. She had experience with birds – she had a pet owl, after all.
Pinkie kneeled down, down, down, until she was eye level with the alligator. “Alright, Gummy. Are you ready?” Of course, Gummy didn’t reply. He didn’t even move, just standing stock still with his eyes wide open. “He says yes.”
“Does he?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then,” Twilight replied with a shrug, electing not to question how Pinkie knew that. She didn’t want to risk starting that fight again, not after she’d diffused it. Instead, she dedicated her focus to the spell. Magic had always come second nature to her, but she had never cast this particular spell before. She was confident that she could cast it without too much problems if she was able to concentrate. But, well, on the other hoof, she’d been having... problems judging her own strength of late. She didn’t really like to admit it, of course. But being made an alicorn had come with a significant boost in just about every area, and she’d pointedly not gotten used to it yet. Attempting to open a jar of pickles resulted in her shattering it, attempting a leisurely fly across Ponyville sent her careening to the other side of Equestria, and simple spells very often resulted in explosions.
Still, she was pretty sure that wouldn’t come into play. Like, what was the worst that could happen if she accidentally overcharged this particular spell? Gummy would be able to talk more? It’d be fine. Probably. Steeling herself, she pushed her doubts aside – dwelling on them wasn’t helpful – and cast the spell.
There was a flash of violet, probably brighter than it really should have been, and then it was over. “There. Now we just wait for it to kick in.”
“How will we know if it’s worked?”
“Gummy’ll talk.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” It was clear that Pinkie was antsy. Unsurprising, given it was Pinkie. She was never the most patient pony. And, honestly, it was kind of understandable. Twilight couldn’t help but get caught up in that enthusiasm. Were this anypony else, she would probably not have even thought about it. But Pinkie’s mere presence got her excited to see the results. Like they were parents and their child was about to say his first words. When Gummy opened his mouth, her breath caught in her throat.
Which made it all the more crushing when Gummy closed his mouth without saying anything. “Oh. I guess it didn’t work?”
“I’ll check my notes when I get home and then we can try again,” Twilight said reassuringly. Still, it was... odd. She knew for a fact that she’d cast something. It was usually obvious when a spell fizzled entirely. Magic had been cast, and it was frankly impossible for it to result in literally nothing.
“I guess...” Pinkie said, dejected. “Oh, well!” And, once again, all signs that she had been upset just sort of vanished with a casual shrug before she unceremoniously grabbed Gummy and cannonballed into the tub. “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” she said, pointedly already in.
“I guess I’m a rotten egg, then,” Twilight said, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t worry, Gummy. You don’t need to be able to speak for me to know you love me. Twilight was just bein’ a big ol’ grumpy gus,” Pinkie said, earning herself a sour look from Twilight. She ignored that, gently swinging Gummy back and forth. “Isn’t that right, Gummy?”
“Ah.”
Pinkie froze. That wasn’t a normal Gummy noise. She knew that, and Twilight knew that too. Gummy normally didn’t make any noises, at most quiet hissing. Certainly not anything close to that high-pitched squeak he’d just made. “Gummy?”
“I guess the spell worked after all!” Twilight said. Her instincts had been right – something had happened, it just took a while to kick in. Which was weird, because the spell wasn’t really all that complex, but whatever.
“Twilight, I think something’s wrong.”
“I-” Twilight cut herself off. If anyone could tell immediately that something was wrong with Gummy, it was Pinkie Pie. And, now that she was actually looking out for anything unusual, she could tell immediately that Pinkie was right. Gummy’s body was quivering and twitching in a way that didn’t really scream ‘healthy behaviour for an alligator.’ And she could hear strange, creaking, cracking noises. Like...
Well, like Gummy’s bones were rubbing against each other as his body shifted from its normal, quadrupedal layout to something more bipedal. Humanoid. Anthropomorphic. “Oh, well. I guess that makes sense,” Twilight said. “It’s not a spell that lets animals speak English, it’s a spell that gives animals pony features, vocal chords included.”
“So this is supposed to happen?”
“No, but it’s not unusual.” Twilight made a mental note to add this to her non-mental notes once she got back home. “Just give it a minute or so to settle down and it’ll be fine. Probably.”
“Okay,” Pinkie said, though her tone of voice made it clear she didn’t entirely believe Twilight. Still, Gummy did seem to have stopped changing. He was still squirming, though it came across more like he wanted to be put down than any real discomfort. Which was fair, given that she wasn’t exactly holding him in the most comfortable of positions. He had gotten slightly bigger, in addition to changing shape, and so was already half submerged in the bath with Pinkie’s hands hooked under his new armpits. She gingerly lowered him the rest of the way into the water, pulling back tentatively. Which seemed... weird. Not quite in character for Pinkie. “Are you okay, Gummy?” Probably she was just concerned for her pet, Twilight assumed. Although somehow that didn’t quite seem right, but whatever. Pinkie was inscrutable, that was a well established fact about her.
Gummy, for his part, leaned back in the tub. His body language was a little easier to read than it had been when he was an alligator, but only a bit. He seemed to be dazed and disoriented from his change, but that could very well have just been Twilight projecting what she assumed he would be feeling. He glanced around the spa curiously before eventually settling his gaze on Pinkie. And, more specifically, on Pinkie’s chest. Twilight couldn’t blame him. Much like Rarity- fuck it, much like basically all of Twilight’s friends, Pinkie was extremely well endowed and curvy. Tits bigger than her head, an ass to match, a soft tum from her proclivity for sweet snacks, and thighs thick enough that it’d take three ponies’ worth of hands to encircle them at their thickest part.
Gummy stared for a few moments before doing exactly what it was Gummy did. He lurched forward and latched his mouth on to one of Pinkie’s boobs while firmly grabbing the other with a hand and giving it a solid squeeze. “Oh,” Twilight said, bemused. “I guess you were right. It does mean he likes you.”
“Ah!” Pinkie squeaked. “Oh, wow, he’s pretty good at this for such a lil’ guy!” He was certainly enthusiastic, if nothing else. Digging in with gusto, grabbing and groping with hand and mouth alike, fingers digging deep into soft flesh. His free hand quickly made its way down to do the same with her ass – though he kind of had to reach a little bit because he was still not very large. Bigger, overall, than he had been. That probably had a lot to do with the change from quadruped to biped, but also he’d just physically gotten taller. He had been about two and a half feet long from his nose to his tail before changing. And, while it was somewhat difficult to get a good estimate given his position, Twilight estimated he was about three feet tall, give or take. Not big, but bigger than he had been. His whole body looked stretched. Like he’d been pulled to fit the rough shape he was in now, rather than naturally growing to it. Limbs long and thin and lanky (in spite of only being three feet tall), with narrow shoulders and a narrow torso and narrow just about everything else. Overall the proportions of a teenager who had grown up but not yet grown out.
Which made the way his hips were thrusting against Pinkie’s stomach just a bit uncomfortable. It acted as a firm, tangible reminder that he was, by the standards of his species, very young. Of course, on the other hoof, Twilight didn’t actually know how old he was, in terms of raw numbers. Really she only had Fluttershy’s words to go by. Which, yes, Fluttershy was a very reliable source when it came to information on animals. But she’d been wrong before – like with the parasprite infestation she’d started that one time. Twilight, of all people, knew that no one knew everything, even when it came to the one subject they were an expert in. She herself was probably the single foremost expert when it came to magic and yet was always learning new things about it. And anyway, alligators weren’t exactly endemic to Ponyville so it wasn’t too much of a stretch to assume that they might be a hole in Fluttershy’s knowledge.
And, of course, there was also the fact that pretty much every spell Twilight had cast since becoming an Alicorn had gone awry. And, more specifically, had gone awry as a result of her using significantly too much power. She was almost certain that Gummy wasn’t anywhere near done yet.
Sure enough, now that Twilight actually started paying attention, she could see the telltale signs. Gummy’s body shook slightly, and the same creaking and groaning sounds that had presaged his initial transformation returned, this time accompanied by a low rumbling groan and a sound kind of like two overfilled balloons rubbing against each other. And, somewhat more importantly, she could see it happening. His shoulders broadened and hips widened – not in, like, a girly way. He was still very obviously a boy alligator. If anything, he was probably more obviously a boy alligator, his muscles filling out to match the rest of his proportions in slow, languid pulses. Like... Well, to use a crude analogy, much like a dick slowly stirring to full erection. His grunts and groans were muffled by Pinkie’s tit, but Twilight didn’t need to hear him grunting and groaning to know exactly what was going on. Not with the way his hips were going, faster and faster while the rhythm of his thrusting degraded into something wild and primal as he came.
“You should probably turn him back before he gets any bigger.”
“Enhhhh, probably a better idea to just let the spell run its course,” Twilight replied. Neither mare even acknowledged the possibility that he was done growing, of course – they could see the writing on the wall. It was obvious where this was going. “Anything I could do to, ah, undo this would probably just make things worse.”
“Fair enough. Gummy’s having fun, anyway.”
“Let me know if things start to get out of control, okay?”
“Gotcha!” Pinkie replied, probably a bit too blithely. She knew Gummy better than Twilight did, yes. But there had already been unplanned side-effects as a result of the spell being overcharged. Generally, a spell requires a very specific amount of magic, and not using that amount of magic invariably resulted in it going wrong. Too little, and it would fizzle out entirely. Too much, though, and who knows what it could end up doing. Certainly not Twilight – which was the problem. There was no way of knowing what other side effects there might be, or when this would stop. Was Gummy even in control of himself anymore? Was he in his right mind? She didn’t know, and really that was a bigger deal than Pinkie seemed to be making it out to be.
Though, on the other hoof, Pinkie probably had somewhat more pressing concerns at the moment. Specifically, the fact that Gummy was still growing. Twilight had assumed his orgasm meant he was done, but the noises were still going, and he’d gotten noticeably broader while she was distracted by her own internal monologue. He was also taking up more of the tub. Idly, Twilight found her eyes drawn to the water level – of all things. The way it slowly, slowly inched its way up the sides of the tub. The spa ponies hadn’t filled it up to the brim, specifically because Twilight and Pinkie were ostensibly supposed to be sharing it. And so they’d left wiggle room – and Twilight had at this point made enough use of the spa to know that Lotus and Aloe took that kind of little detail extremely seriously. There would be exactly enough water in there that with the two of them in it, it would be displaced just enough to not quite reach the point of overflowing.
Twilight couldn’t help but swallow nervously as the water level slowly crept past that point, higher and higher, until it started to slosh over the rim and onto the floor. Soaking into the tile and towels alike. “God, the twins are going to fucking kill us,” she muttered.
Though Pinkie clearly didn’t give a fuck on that front. Once again, her attentions were understandably elsewhere. “A-ah!” She pressed her hands against his broadening chest – Celestia, he was still getting buffer. How the fuck was there even any room for him to get buffer? He was already jacked as fuck, and yet she could see his biceps undulating bigger in waves, along with every other god damn muscle that was visible. At this point he took up a good half of the tub, no small feat considering it wasn’t exactly a small tub. He spread his legs wide, allowing Pinkie to rest in between them, her legs splayed across his chest and his cock was firmly wedged in between her fat asscheeks. They almost completely consumed it, of course. Pinkie had by far the fattest ass of anyone Twilight knew. Even the Princesses themselves didn’t quite live up to the sheer volume of junk in Pinkie Pie’s trunk. It was no wonder that, in spite of how well endowed he was, Gummy just didn’t compare. It was still impressive that he somehow managed to support Pinkie’s whole body with it. Though, granted, that probably also had a lot to do with his massive tail. It had to be bigger than Pinkie’s entire body.
It also, pointedly, left Gummy’s face almost exactly levelled with Pinkie’s tits. She reluctantly removed a hand from his chest, placing it on his snout and gently stroking it. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” Gummy responded by sloooooowly opening his maw, revealing that he very much no longer had only gums. There were definitely animals out there with bigger teeth, but his were still unsettlingly sharp, connected by thick strands of drool. He leaned forward, his big, bright red tongue lolling out and out and out, gently pressing against his owner’s right boob. “Ooooh, who’s a verrrrry good boy~”
That was, apparently, all the encouragement Gummy needed. He lazily leaned forward exactly as much as was needed to take Pinkie’s boob in his mouth and then went to fucking town. Gently but enthusiastically gnawing and licking and sucking, just forceful enough that he didn’t break the skin. Which, Twilight supposed, meant that she officially lost this argument – clearly, he knew his own jaw strength more than she had given him credit for. Pinkie certainly seemed to enjoy it. “Mnnn yesssss, that’s gooooood,” she cooed eagerly, her whole body wriggling and writhing in pleasure. Especially her hips, grinding her ass against his cock and slowly working it deeper and deeper into the cleft.
Gummy, thus far, had been extremely subdued. Given his lack of talking, Twilight assumed he was just a very stoic person. Alligator. Whatever. Likewise, his reaction to Pinkie hot-dogging him was much subtler than what Twilight would have expected from the average stallion. Subtle enough that she almost didn’t notice it. He closed his eyes and shook slightly, while his sucking got slightly more intense and slightly less rhythmic.
Of course, there was nothing even slightly subtle about the subsequent orgasm. Jets of thick white goo painted Pinkie Pie’s back and neck, drooling down and resting on the swell of her butt. And, somewhat unsurprisingly, with every spurt of spunk it also lurched a few inches bigger. It was already sizable, but, as had already been made abundantly clear, there was always room to grow. Pinkie’s cheeks slowly spread apart as it lurched bigger and bigger, quickly going from merely well endowed to roughly the size of Twilight’s thigh. No longer was Pinkie’s donk enough to consume it – it easily managed to escape its confines before its growth finally slowed and stopped, leaving it with the rough dimensions of Pinkie’s thigh. Which was saying quite a lot considering how ample Pinkie’s thighs were.
“Oh, hell yes,” Pinkie groaned eagerly.
“Uh. Pinkie? I think it might behoove us to give Gummy a bit of a break.”
Pinkie gave Twilight a Look. “Are you kidding? I’m not gonna blueball him.”
“Didn’t he just-”
“This is just precum.”
Twilight sighed. “Right, yes. Of course it’s just precum. Enough precum to make Big Mac’s average cumshot look impotent. That makes sense.”
“Now’s not the time for sarcasm, Twilight.”
“Yes, yes. Just... don’t push the big guy too much, okay? He’s not exactly used to being a big guy. There’s a chance that he might accidentally hurt you. Or hurt himself.”
“Duly noted and completely ignored.”
“Pinkie-”
“Hush. Mama Pinkie’s got needs.”
“Oh boy,” Twilight grumbled, rolling her eyes. She’d known Pinkie for long enough that she could tell there wasn’t any point in pushing further. Once Pinkie got an idea in her head, she would go through with that idea – come hell or high water, regardless of if it was a good idea or not. And, well, to be entirely fair, Twilight couldn’t entirely say whether or not this idea was a good one. She had spent an awful lot of time worrying about Gummy potentially hurting someone or about Gummy’s relative youth, and at this point it was pretty fucking clear that she was wrong on both counts.
Of course, Pinkie wasn’t going to wait for Twilight’s internal monologue. She slooooooowly slid her way down Gummy’s torso and deeper into the tub. In the process, she also pulled the alligator into a slightly more horizontal position. Twilight had no idea what exactly Pinkie was going for, but she also didn’t really care all that much. She was gonna see either way, so speculation was pointless. Even if she did find herself speculating anyway – that was just how Twilight’s brain worked. Pinkie continued sliding downwards, settling with her face roughly level with Gummy’s navel. And, more saliently, her chest roughly level with his crotch. His shaft emerged from between her tits with a wet pop. Pinkie smirked, wrapping her arms around her heavy breasts, squeezing them around the big slab of lizard meat. “You’ve gotten to try out my best ASSets-”
“Oh my god.”
“- Might as well let you try out my main TITets before we move on to the main event.”
“Really, Pinkie? That wasn’t even a pun, that was just noise.”
Pinkie understandably elected to ignore the peanut gallery. It was her turn to use her teeth, leaning forward to gently bite at Gummy’s foreskin. She lifted her head, peeling it away from and down the bulbous pink head, and in the process drawing forth a few more thick spurts of precum. Once she was satisfied, she let go, letting it snap back against the shaft. Gummy let out a low grunt and a few more bursts of precum. “I can bite too~”
“Mnf,” Gummy grunted in response. Which was about as much talking as he’d done at all so far. Twilight found it mildly amusing and maybe just a bit ironic that the whole point of this spell had been to give him the ability to talk and he was yet to say a fucking word. Not that she particularly blamed him. For the most part, his mouth had been somewhat preoccupied. And honestly even now that it wasn’t, Twilight felt like it was entirely reasonable for him to be having trouble making coherent words. Celestia knows she would probably have a hard time being verbal if she suddenly found herself in possession of a sizable fuckstick and then got an assjob and a titjob from fucking Pinkie Pie in quick succession without actually getting to finish.
Although Twilight felt that she’d have a much harder time maintaining her dignity. Her scientific mind prevented her from saying for certain because it obviously hadn’t ever happened, but she could at least make a reasonable hypothesis that she’d be reduced to a gibbering mess. Gummy, for his part, merely grunted a few times and allowed Pinkie to have her way with him while Twilight made a mental note to test that out for certain in the near future. “Mmm, don’t you dare cum yet, big boy. Momma Pinkie wants aaaaaall of it inside her.”
“What’s with the momma Pinkie thing, anyway? I’d get it from, like, Fluttershy, but you’re really more of a sexy girl next door type.”
“I can pull off MILF if I wanna!” Pinkie retorted. “I’ve got big tits and wide hips and I’m kinda chubby! That’s, like, peak MILF figure, right?”
“You’ve got the build, but you don’t really have the right persona.”
“Hmph! Anyway, hush, I’m busy.”
“I’m just saying.”
Pinkie didn’t dignify Twilight with a response, instead turning her attention back to Gummy. He, for his part, writhed and thrust against the titfuck. His cock throbbed visibly, letting out increasingly voluminous and enthusiastic bursts of precum. “What did I just say? You can hold it in a lil’ bit longer, can’tcha?”
“I could help with that.”
“Twilight, what did I say about hushing.”
“It wouldn’t be too hard to cast a spell that makes it impossible for him to cum until he’s inside of you would be easy.”
Pinkie gave her another Look. “Twilight, with all due respect, this is what happened when you cast a spell to make Gummy talk. I know I’ve been telling you not to worry too much but even I can see how a magic blueball spell could go horribly wrong.”
“Hey, it’ll be fine. I’ve actually cast this one a few times since becoming an Alicorn.”
“Ooooh,” Pinkie replied with a big ol’ grin as Twilight realized her mistake. “Who was the lucky stallion?”
“Pinkie-”
“Was it Dashie? I bet it was Dashie.”
“Pinkie Pie.”
“Oh my gosh it was Dashie! Oooooh, I’m absolutely gonna tease her about this.”
“Pinkamina Diane Pie if you want my help you will absolutely not pester Rainbow Dash about any sex we may or may not have had.”
“Fiiiiiiiine, I’ll leave her alone. If you wanna be boring about it.”
Twilight rolled her eyes, knowing full well Pinkie was absolutely not going to leave Dash alone. But at least she’d dropped the subject for now, which was frankly good enough. When it came to Pinkie, she’d long since learned to take what she could fucking get. She snapped her fingers, accompanied by a flash of lavender. “There.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep. He won’t be able to cum until he puts it in you. Try not to tease him too hard, okay? I’m gonna get started on cleaning up.”
“Okies!” Pinkie said. She was almost certainly going to tease him too hard, of course, but at least this way Twilight could say she’d warned her when it inevitably went wrong. Pinkie wasn’t exactly a pony known for her restraint, and that extended to the bedroom. She, of course, immediately went to town on Gummy’s poor dick. Moving her tits up and down and up and down, leaping directly into maximum gear. She was careful, though, not to actually put it in her mouth. True to Twilight’s word, Gummy didn’t cum, no matter how hard she pushed him. And she was clearly intent on pushing him really fucking hard. She slid her body up his until she was face to face with him, leaning in to give him a kiss. And, more pointedly, grinding her cunt against his cock. He grunted and groaned and bucked his hips, while his tail thrashed wildly in the water. Which, of course, splashed more water all over the floor for Twilight to dry out. Which was extremely annoying. If she could use magic, that’d be one thing, but she was explicitly trying not to use magic unless she was absolutely certain it wouldn’t backfire.
Pinkie broke the kiss, pulling away with a thin strand of drool connecting their tongues. “Good boy,” she cooed as she slooooowly stood up. Twilight wasn’t sure whether that counted as giving him a break from the teasing or if stopping the stimulation was in and of itself more teasing. Either way, Pinkie wasn’t going to give him a break for very long. She shoved her butt in his face and bent over. “Eat mommy out,” she ordered.
“You know,” Twilight said. “If you keep blueballing him eventually he’s gonna snap.”
“He knows who the boss is,” Pinkie replied. Although, somehow, Twilight got the sense that Pinkie wouldn’t particularly mind if he did snap. And, honestly, Twilight couldn’t exactly blame her. What was the point of teasing a big, buff motherfucker with a giant cock and huge muscles if he wasn’t going to lose patience, grab you by the waist, shove you on the aforementioned giant cock, and use you as a living fleshlight until you can’t walk straight for a fucking month, at least?
Twilight bit her lip as she tried to push those thoughts out of her mind. It was Pinkie’s turn right now. She was just going to have to wait for now. Which she was one thousand percent okay with. Tooooootally down with waiting her turn to get railed by that massive fucking bitch breaker.
“Gosh, it’s getting hot in here. I’m gonna open a window or two.”
Pinkie ignored Twilight completely. “Come on, big guy. Momma Pinkie gave you an order. Hurry up and give me what I want.” Gummy grunted, again. Slowly, almost as though he was taking the opportunity to tease Pinkie (which, really, Twilight didn’t entirely believe wasn’t the case), he placed his hands on her asscheeks and spread them apart. “Gooood boy. Now lick.”
Gummy pointedly did not lick. Instead, still moving agonizingly slowly, he pulled himself up.
And up.
And up.
Pinkie looked over her shoulder nervously and Twilight found herself biting her lip. Up until now, neither pony had really gotten a good look at just how big Gummy had gotten. The answer was, it turned out, really big. A lot of it was horizontal, but he also definitely had a few feet on Pinkie at least. She had, at least, gotten to see most of his build, though the thighs and calves, both thick with muscle, were new. As were the big, throbbing, fist-sized nuts.
“Twilight?”
“Yeah?”
“I think now’s when you say ‘I told you so.’”
“Yep.”
Gummy didn’t actually give Twilight the time to say ‘I told you so,’ but the sentiment was there. Pinkie probably didn’t really need to be reminded, anyway – the way Gummy shoved his entire fucking length into her in one fucking go was probably more than enough. “Aaaaaaahnnnnn!” she cried as he began to thrust. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck you’re so biiiiiiiiiiiig!”
Once again, Gummy’s only response was to grunt and thrust. Honestly, Twilight was surprised and impressed that he hadn’t cum yet. Maybe the blueball spell hadn’t been necessary after all? Or maybe it had backfired after all, though she was pretty sure it hadn’t. Gummy slid his arms down Pinkie’s legs, before, in one swift motion, sitting down, wrapping his arms around them, and pulling them up behind her head. “Oh fuuuuuuuck,” Pinkie squeaked – the position left a significant amount of his cock outside of her, but somehow Twilight got the impression that it was otherwise significantly more filling. “Too much! Too much!”
Gummy very briefly began to slow down. But only briefly – “I didn’t say stop,” Pinkie clarified firmly. And so he sped back up again. If anything, he was moving faster than he had been. Presumably, Twilight supposed, he was picking up the pace so that they could be finished, in a weird sort of consideration for her. Or something. It was kind of hard to tell what he was thinking. For all Twilight knew, she was just ascribing Pony motivations to something that wasn’t even slightly thinking like a pony.
Mostly, Twilight was just trying not to stare at the absolute fucking that Pinkie was getting. Raw, wild, unrestrained. Not even bothering to hold back. She swallowed heavily as she stared at the massive throbbing meat that stretched the party pony to her limits and beyond, the way his balls pulsed, the wet squishing noises it made as it swelled at the base, travelling up up up its length before erupting into her belly. “A-aaaaaaaaaahnnnnggggg!” Pinkie screamed as Gummy came and came and came. A surprisingly small amount of it actually stayed in her, spraying out of her cunt and making the hot, soapy water look like fucking milk. But also enough did stay inside her that her belly swelled visibly, like the early stages of a pregnancy. Which oh fucking man was that hot.
Twilight wasn’t sure how long Gummy lasted. Honestly, she had other concerns on her mind. Like how nice his cum smelled – musky and salty and manly. Dash’s was better, but Twilight had to admit that Gummy made up for it in other areas. And anyway Dash’s was magic so as far as Twilight was concerned that was cheating, though on the other hand she also couldn’t deny that Gummy’s was also technically magical. Whatever, she was pretty sure Dash wouldn’t get all that bothered by it – fuck it, she’d prolly get mad if Twilight and Pinkie didn’t share. “Oooooh~” Pinkie cooed as he let go of her and she slid her way off of his shaft. “Good boy. Very good boy. Momma Pinkie’s gonna have a nap now, okay?”
“Please try not to drown in the bathtub, Pinkie,” Twilight said, voice tinged with exasperation.
“I make no promises.” Pinkie slumped over, and Gummy just barely caught her before she submerged herself. Carefully and gently, he turned her over and draped her arms over the edge of the tub so that she hopefully wouldn’t slip in.
Once he was satisfied she probably wasn’t going to drown, he turned to face Twilight with a soft grunt. “... Sorry about that.”
“Oh, so you can talk.”
Gummy grunted again, awkwardly stepping out of the tub. His voice, unsurprisingly, was extremely deep and rumbling, to the point where it was almost difficult to hear him. He shuffled, and avoided direct eye contact. “You know how Pinkie can get.”
“To be fair, you did start it.”
“Mnf.” More awkward shuffling and nervous body language. It was almost funny when juxtaposed with the fact that he was completely naked and making exactly no effort to hide that he was completely naked. “I, um. You know.”
“It’s fine, I understand,” Twilight replied with a gentle smile. “If you’d not made the first move, she would have.” And also he probably wanted to nibble on a titty, but Twilight didn’t say that bit out loud. The poor guy was already extremely embarrassed, it wouldn’t be fair to push him. Especially not after Pinkie had already pushed him pretty fucking far.
Although, on the other hoof, Twilight couldn’t help her own curious nature. “Anyway, since our spa weekend is, ah, a bit of a wash at this point, would you perhaps mind if I took some measurements before turning you back to normal? For future reference, of course. Obviously I’m going to want to be able to replicate these results in the future, but first I’m going to have to have more details about them.”
“Oh. Um. Yes. I mean no?”
“It’s fine, I get what you mean.”
“Okay.”
“Then Let’s get started!” Twilight snapped her fingers again and, with another flash of magic, she was holding a clipboard while a tape measure hovered in front of her. It quickly got to work, wrapping itself around Gummy’s various bulging bits. Twilight eagerly jotted down every single bit of data. Bicep, shoulders, inseam, chest, thigh, and so on. It was somewhat surprising that she managed to get as many as she did without running out of tape measure considering that Gummy currently had the rough shape and dimensions of a refrigerator. Rarity found herself running into that problem all the fucking time, and it wasn’t like Twilight had the foresight to enchant the measuring tape with infinite length or something. She supposed that Gummy was just extremely large rather than outright unreasonably large, which was more the norm.
Although, on the other hoof, she still only came up to his chest – and she wasn’t exactly a short pony, either. And there was one part of his body that was absolutely positively one hundred percent at the point where Twilight would consider it to count as unreasonably large. “Hold still, please,” she said as she pressed the measuring tape against his flaccid (for now) member. God, even soft it was massive. More of a shower than a grower, she supposed. Her mouth went dry thinking about it.
“Um?”
“Sorry about this, but I do need to get its size when erect, too, and this is the easiest way to do so.” she said, voice shaking just a little bit as she turned around and bent over. Gummy sighed, rolling his eyes as he presumably realized where this was going. “Now,” she continued, giving her butt a little smack. “Why don’t you show me that you like me?”