On this day in Ponyville, somepony was missing. This pony was quite important to Ponyville, even if the residents weren’t aware how important she was. On this particular day, if somepony wanted any carrots, they’d be out of luck. This set of circumstances would inevitably lead to a showdown that would put Fluttershy and Angel bunny at odds with each other until two in the morning. 

Sadly, this story is not about their standoff or it’s fascinating conclusion that led to Angel losing the end of his tail to a minor fire which only scorched the back of the couch. This was okay as Fluttershy had been looking for a reason to rearrange her living room and push said couch against the wall.  

Two appraising eyes stared through a mirror and back at their owner looking for any obvious flaws. Well, there were plenty of flaws. Golden Harvest, (Carrot Top to her friends thanks to an unfortunate accident caused by a severe failure to read a wet paint sign at a construction site.) was not a pony who would be featured on the cover of Canterlot’s most distinguished magazine, Horse Face. This name doesn’t translate well to humans, nor is it dedicated exclusively to Sarah Jessica Parker. Rest assured the owner of the publication means no ill will toward it’s models.  No, Golden wasn’t rail thin like the models in Canterlot, she didn’t have a silky sheen coat, and she always believed that one of her ears was a little lower than the other. 

Other ponies told her this was ridiculous. Ironically, she refused to hear it. 

Carrot wasn’t a model, but she had wonderful hair that did nearly everything she wanted it to, a set of eyes that made the stars above jealous, and curves that made nearly any stallion stop and do a double take. 

Not that it mattered. She wasn’t out for stallions. She wasn’t really out for mares either. There was only one pony on her mind, one pony she wanted to look at her in that way. A mare that she had known since childhood and was always there for her, even if she made a mistake or two...

...or ten.

Like ice water on a sleeping pony’s head, Carrot was dragged back to reality by knocking at her front door. She looked at herself in the mirror once more and gave a suggestive wink, followed that with a blush. 

“Coming!”

Dashing out the bathroom, she galloped to the front door and slowed to a canter. She stopped just short of the door to catch her breath. Everypony knew you didn’t answer the door while out of breath. It just wasn’t something you do. Once her breathing had calmed, she opened the door, wearing a wide grin. 

“Hey, Derpy! It’s good to see you!”

For a moment, the gray mare looked like a picture from one of those novels Rarity never admitted to reading. Standing against the sunset in a red dress with a few too many sequins, Derpy looked sheepish, nervous, and best of all, adorable. 

“H-hey, Carrot,” Derpy managed, her face flush with a crimson blush. “You, uhhh, you look p-pretty.” 

Knowing her role, Golden dismissed her own light yellow dress with a casual wave of a hoof.

“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing really, I just had it lying around,” Carrot said through a giggle.

Of course it was lying around. It had been lying around on Rarity’s special orders rack. Every detail was meticulously chosen by the fashionista herself. Needless to say, simply calling it a “yellow” dress was an insult to the time and attention to detail Rarity put into making sure every detail was perfect and completed her coat and hair color. Still, she kept the casual front up anyway, insisting it had been sitting in a closet for years. Satisfied the lie had been told so poorly that neither of them believed it, they stood in uncomfortable silence a moment before Golden finally spoke up. “Come in, come in! I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Derpy, now on the familiar and much more comfortable subject of food smiled and nodded, trotting in after her, red shoes softly clacking on the wooden threshold. 


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Dinner was a rather awkward affair with Golden giving constant hints, and Derpy sidestepping every single one of them. By the time dessert had been served and Carrot managed to wipe a streak of chocolate off the klutzy mare’s face with a silk napkin, she was just about ready to knock her out and drag her to bed. How could a pony overlook so many hints, Ignore so many signs?! 

At this point, Golden was sure it was on purpose. There was only one thing to do. 

Escalation.

“Derpy, would you like to come sit on the couch with me?”

Derpy, wiggling nervously like her chair was covered in tacks, gave a relieved smile and nodded. “Sure!” She exclaimed. Leaping from her chair, she followed Carrot into the living room, eagerly hopping onto the couch. 

Carrot stopped just short of joining Derpy.“Oh, I just remembered something, I’ll be back in just a moment.”

“Time for the secret weapon,” Carrot mumbled beneath her breath.


[Hr]

When Carrot waltzed into the living room, she enjoyed the surprised spark in Derpy’s eyes, the blush that broke out on her cheeks, and most importantly, the soft pomf her wings made when they shot out from her sides.

Subtlety went out the window with a concrete slab tied around its legs when Carrot returned in her new outfit. It was a soft saddle adorned with white satin and lace wrapped tightly around her barrel and went up her neck forming a bridle with soft cotton trim. She had purchased it on a whim, but secretly hoped she could wear it one day. With a mirthful grin, she sat uncomfortably close to Derpy on the couch. Leaning against the poor mare, she nuzzled into Derpy’s side like an over affectionate cat.

It was at that moment that Carrot knew Derpy was well aware of her intentions all night. She didn’t have any concrete proof of it. It was a mixture of things. The rising body heat of the poor mare, the beating of her heart, the nervous laughter… Golden had her right where she wanted her. 

So why wasn’t Derpy biting, so to speak?

Carrot immediately sat bolt upright and loomed over her guest, her eyes narrowing and face contorting to quite an evil scowl. 

“Alright, what gives?! I’ve been throwing hints, suggestions, and innuendos at you all night, and you’ve done nothing.”

Derpy shifted back to the edge of the couch and gave a tiny, fragile smile. “I-I don’t know what you mean, Carrot.” 

Carrot dropped the scowl and picked up her well practiced “sultry” smile. 

“I think you know exactly what I mean, bright eyes. How long have we known each other?”

Derpy’s nervous smile widened a bit. “Years?” 

Golden nodded and leaned forward. “Yup, and for years all I’ve wanted was to get to know you better,” she said, tracing a circle on Derpy’s chest floof with her hoof. 

Derpy stared at the offending hoof as if it were a scalpel about to plunge into her chest. “We know each other pretty well, don’t we? I know everything that's in your fridge. Top shelf: milk, water, may-”

“I meant, in another way,” Golden interrupted. 

Derpy’s head fell as she turned away. Tears were already starting at the corner of her eyes. Golden had never kicked a puppy in her entire life, but at this moment, felt she knew exactly how it’d feel. 

“Derps? What’s wrong?” She asked, a hint of panic in her voice. 

Derpy managed to wipe the tears out of her eyes. “I kn-know you think you like me, but you won’t.” 

Carrot let her smile drop. This was certainly a change. Maybe now she could find out what was really going on. “What do you mean?”

Derpy looked down at her hooves, twiddling them this way and that. “I have, ummm, something other mares don’t.”

At this, Carrot froze. She remained that way for a moment until her lips curled into a smile. Without warning, she started laughing. Derpy could do nothing but watch in horror and fascination at her friend’s sudden change. Finally, Golden stopped laughing and pointed a sadistic grin at her prey. She reached down between Derpy’s legs and gave a squeeze, causing the gray mare’s eyes to bulge. 

“Oh Derpy, I know all about your little secret. Or should I say, big secret? It’s one of the things that fascinates me about you.” She rubbed her hoof along the concealed shaft, feeling it grow slightly beneath her touch. “As far as I’m concerned, this is just icing on the cake.” 

Golden leaned in, planting her lips on Derpy’s, feeling the gray mare tense up, then relax as if her muscles melted away. Her tongue fought Derpy’s for dominance and easily won the battle. Once the need for air arose, she pulled back and stared at the heavily blushing mare beneath her. 

“It’s harvest time, bright eyes.”

The next thing Golden knew, Derpy had thrown her hooves around her, and together they tumbled off the couch into a tangle of hooves, feathers, and mane. 

Okay, ow, that kinda hurt 

Golden’s complaints never touched her lips for fear that this moment would end. Derpy was obviously out of practice, but she was also quite eager, planting kisses and touching her in just the right spots. Of course, foreplay can only last so long, and so Golden broke free leaving Derpy lying confused and upside down on the floor... until she spied the yellow mare wiggling her tush seductively on all fours, practically begging to be mounted. 

“Come plow your field.”

Golden delighted in the hungry look in Derpy’s eyes. The gray mare finally tossed off that dress only to reveal… nothing.

Utter disappointment fell across Carrot’s face. She felt it. She knew it was there. Then Derpy’s hoof slid down and tugged on something. unexpectedly, a gray pouch came loose, nearly invisible to the naked eye and revealed something that was far from it. 

Twelve inches of semi-erect cock dropped onto Derpy’s lap, slightly throbbing at the glistening marehood presented before her. It was almost, everything Golden could ask for. The last thing she could ask for was to have that cock buried inside her winking slit, so she gave her rear another wiggle. 

Derpy inched forward, a fragile smile playing on her lips. “Ummm, are you sure?”

Golden looked back, fire burning in her eyes.

“Derpy, so help me Celestia, if you don’t bury that thing in me I will lock you in the fridge!”

The gray mare looked stricken at first, but then set herself to the task at hoof. Mounting Golden’s rear, she placed her hooves around the mare’s flanks resting them on the saddle, and as gently as she could manage, thrust half of her cock deep inside

Golden hissed as Derpy pushed twice more burying her cock nearly to the end, her flare pushing against Golden’s cervix.

“By the godessess!” Golden screamed. 

Carrot felt uneasy. The whole room was silent, and even Derpy was holding her breath. 

Then, Derpy tensed.

An overwhelming feeling of being extremely full made Golden gasp. She felt it deep inside, the thick rod filling her getting even larger. If she didn’t know it was happening, she wouldn’t have believed it. As it was, she could still only scarcely believe it. Soft flesh pressing against her marehood also testified to the sudden change. Chancing a look beneath her, she could see Derpy’s sack filling with excess seed, rapidly ballooning in size. As the flared tip inside her broke into her womb, the only thing Golden could remember was how she scoffed at the rumors of futa ponies. 

She barely had time to consider the implications of what it meant to have one inside her when Derpy began thrusting, burying her cock so far inside that it pushed and stretched Golden’s womb. Already she could feel spurts of precum painting her insides with each thrust and she was torn, figuritively, and almost literally on whether she loved it or not. 

Looking again between her legs, Golden’s eyes widened. The bloating sack was now on the floor, rising with gallons of cum, cum that was destined for her.

Through the haze of her arousal, it only somewhat struck her that maybe being filled like that was not a good idea. She made a half hearted attempt to pry Derpy off of her back, but gave up, letting the mare carry on with her mission. 

Deep inside, Golden could feel the massive member smack the far end of her womb repeatedly, and then she felt something else. A warmth spread inside of her, stretching out and moving. Instinctively, her hoof went to her belly where she felt the straps from the saddle pulling tight. the middle between them bulged outwards. She felt the sloshing of Derpy’s pre as it tumbled in her stomach. 

This would normally terrify the poor mare, but impaled on that huge cock, the only complaint she had was the tightening of the straps. Derpy panted and moaned, oblivious to this development. 

“Grrrrrrr, ung. Too… tight…”

Somewhere in the haze of her mind Carrot grabbed at the straps, trying to pull them loose as her belly swelled well beyond the size of a watermelon. Carrot clenched her teeth and took a deep breath. 

Snap!

The straps on the saddle finally gave way with a snap and Carrot’s belly bulged obscenely. She felt the rush of cum push her forward slightly as she sighed in relief. 

Glorp glump galump, glorp.

Carrot knew exactly what that sound was. She was being filled like a broodmother, pumped full of precum as an appetiser for what was next. Using her hoof, she reached further and further down until she realized her hoof was touching the floor, and right next to her hoof was the swollen mass her svelte tum had been transformed into.

By the sisters! I feel massive!

This thought sparked another long series of emotions, one’s that Golden was especially okay with. Being a swollen broodmare for Derpy had a neverending appeal, and she often thought about being stranded in bed with a swollen belly filled with her best friends foals. She liked this idea so much, she decided the only correct choice was to get there sooner. With a jerk of her hips, she buried the well endowed mare deep inside her, setting the pegasus into a faster pace.

“Carrot, I- I can’t stop!”

“You better not stop,” Carrot warned. 

Derpy groaned as she pounded harder than before. Carrot felt her rump and rear hooves leave the ground as the grey mare howeled in orgasmic pleasure. 

The pleasure and pressure multiplied in Carrot’s mind. A wave of bliss showered over her shutting down the logical parts of her mind. All she knew was pleasure. Her barrel expanded rapidly, pushing outwards in all directions at once. Derpy pulled out a little, the empty feeling being enough to make Carrot remember that she was actually still in Ponyville. Derpy slammed the hard cock back inside Carrot, bloating her stomach even more with another burst of cum. 

Wobbling helplessly on her inflated belly, Carrot could do nothing but sit there with her tongue hanging out as Derpy pumped her mercilessly full of cum. “More! More!” 

Another burst of cum pushed Carrot higher as she swelled large enough to fit four ponies inside her gut. She managed enough strength to poke her belly, feeling it squish beneath her hoof. This only solidified the pleasure in her mind. 

“Yes! Pump me full! I’m your broodmare! Fill me with your foals!”

Derpy needed no further encouragement. She was still deep inside Carrot, pumping endless amounts of cum. Her hooves had left the ground as she rose on the expanse of Carrot’s inflating body. 

Carrot went to move her hoof again only to find that she couldn’t do much with it. Her belly inflated so far that it was encompassing the rest of her body, pulling her hooves into the vast expanse of cum balloon she had become. 

“Ahn, ah, ahn… more…” 

The cum in Carrot’s belly had a rhythmic pulsing to it as it sloshed from front to back, and side to side. One side of her now massively bloated body started pushing against the couch. While her belly was still somewhat pancaked out thanks to the cum inside her, Carrot’s body was starting to round out, growing taller and rounder as it went. Derpy, still clinging to Carrots bloating rump, kept pumping her cum deep inside, her cock pulsing with each blast. 

Carrot, stranded on her cum filled belly, felt the pleasure surge higher, bringing her to a new height of pleasure. Somewhere through the haze she felt a change in Derpy’s rhythm. The flow seemed to slow a bit, but the thrusting of the futa mare’s cock intensified. Turning back, Carrot saw why. Derpy’s cock and had grown longer and thicker, a testament to her virality and cum was backing up, bloating the base of her shaft. The grey mare seemed to be in a pain, eager for release. 

“Carrot, I, I, I…”

Despite being weighed down by the massive bulge of her belly, Carrot was able to push her firm rump back in a quick buck, burying the entirety of her lover’s cock inside her. 

“C-Carrot!”

The blast of cum was strong enough to knock the wind out of Carrot and push her belly outward another foot as it jiggled and quaked with freeflowing semen. Meanwhile, Carrot’s mind was lighting up like a pinball table. Never had she been so enraptured with pleasure as she was at that moment. In a haze, she slapped her hoof on the side of her big bulging belly, enjoying the sway, jiggle, and bounce. She swatted and smacked until she felt like she might burst as the last vestiges of her mighty orgasm finally subsided. 

After nearly five minutes of heavy breathing, Carrot took stock of her situation. The belly beneath her looked to be at least five feet round and sloshed like a waterballoon, slightly pancaking on the ground. This suited Carrot just fine, as she doubted she could even make it to her bed in this condition. 

“C, Carrot! I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Derpy began, her mind half settled on panic. 

“This is one accident I dont mind,” Carrot said through a yawn. “Get some rest, Bright Eyes, we’re going again tomorrow.” 

With a smug grin, Golden curled up on her own belly bed and closed her eyes, anxious to see what she could get Derpy to do tomorrow.