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// The Great Cumflation Cumpetition// by Unideal//------------------------------//

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		// 1. The Contest Begins		//------------------------------//

Fireworks and streamers, a cavalcade of shouts. The crowd had been gathered, the contestants assembled, and the stage set for the show of a lifetime. It would be a grand contest, stretching willpower, endurance, and the contestants to the absolute limit. Ponies watched with bated breath as the curtains were drawn, a banner unfurling from above: 

THE GREAT CUMFLATION CUMPETITION!

The first cumpetitor, Princess Twilight herself, emerged from the left. The crowd was already more than excited by then, but they reached fever pitch when her most noticeable aspect nosed its way on stage long before the rest of her. There was simply no mistaking the royal scepter, that obscene endowment, as it bobbed and swayed into view. It glistened in the light, an impossible length of deep, majestic purple that suited its owner quite nicely. Drips and drops of thick precum pearled at its fat, flared head and fell to the stage in steady rhythm; unmistakable warnings of the the impossible potency its owner possessed. 

Having been formally introduced by her ‘personal staff’, Twilight strutted on-stage. Everything about her, from her cocky posture, to the  cheery smile on her lips, suggested the peak of confidence, an alpha mare in her element. She was dressed, to abuse the definition, for a performance. Above, a pair of long gloves and a sleeveless white top, capped with a cute little bowtie. Below, a short black skirt that hung at her waist that was hardly more than a formality, worn just for the occasion. The flimsy garment would barely conceal anything on a normal mare, and on Twilight in particular it couldn’t dare to hide the phallic leviathan lurking between her legs. And perish the very thought of panties! Her plentifully plump and pent-up balls swayed gently at her every move, the smooth, shiny purple of her endowment matched perfectly with the smooth, shiny black of her thigh-high leggings. The crowd whistled and howled to see her, of course, smitten already with their princess and doubly so with so much of her on display. 

The stage rumbled and shook as the ever-eager Pinkie Pie bounded in behind her. Cupcake after cupcake had certainly left their mark on her figure, and every part of her adorably squeezable body seemed to curve, and curve, and curve. Pinkie was generously proportioned on the most casual of days, and stuffed into her stage attire… well, she seemed almost too much. Her tensely clinging leotard seemed desperate to constrain her, with mouthwatering swells of pleasant pink flesh oozing out from every last edge. To say she fit into her own black thigh-high leggings would be a stretch, and stretch them she did, in all the best ways. Her legs looked as if they had been poured in like strawberry cake batter, because the material looked quite ready to rip at even the slightest provocation. Hard as Rarity had tried, not even her greatest work was equal to the task of containing such a superlatively thick, voluptuous pony. 

And while Pinkie was occupied waddling on stage, Twilight was firing up the crowd. She strutted and swayed like she’d practiced for this moment her whole life, hips grown strong and powerful from wielding such an impressive weapon for so long. The crowd’s attention danced between contrasts: petite, boyish Twilight, slender and svelte but for the one massive exception dangling between her legs... and Pinkamena Diane Pie. Hardly more had to be said. Every last scrumptious inch of her, and there were many, was a jiggling invitation to be touched, hugged, loved, as only a truly good friend could. And who better than Twilight Sparkle for the task?

“Hey there, everypony!” she shouted out to the crowd, waving one hand cheerfully above her head. “Are you ready for the most super-duperest show you’ve ever seen?”

“Yes!” the crowd shouted, in one booming voice. 

“I can’t heaaaar you!”

“YES!”

“Then give it up for the both of us! That means Twilight and me! Together, we’re Teeeaaam Twinkie!”

“Team Twinkie?” Twilight cocked her head, and the head of her cock followed, shifting weightily over toward its side. “Pinkie, that wasn’t the name I picked for us last night!”

“I know!” Pinkie said cheerfully. “But this sounds so much better than Team Scientifically Guaranteed Victory! Team Scientifically Guaranteed Victory! Team Scientastically Gua... Guara... Garish...” She giggled, laughter rippling through her curves. “See? I can’t say it ten times fast!” 

“Hm! I wouldn’t have thought such a talented tongue would struggle with something so simple. A little worn out from last night, maybe?” Twilight chuckled, cheeks flushed the same plum purple as her obscene endowment below. “Alright!  We’re Team Twinkie!”

“That’s right, Twilight!” Pinkie began, putting her best stage voice on for the crowd. “But today’s a contest, and you know what that means! Team Twinkie are gonna have their work cut out for them facing off against some seriously staunch opposition today!”

With a theatrical flourish, she thrust her arms out, shaking her hands to the side of the stage: “Mares and gentlecolts, please stamp your hooves for Team... Ahh!”

She didn’t get to finish as the second team burst in from the right, to plenty of their own welcoming cheers - and some resentful jeers beside. Many in Ponyville knew the face, and plush rack, of the Great and Powerful Trixie , and plenty of them were still sore over her past actions. But they were all here to gaze on at the spectacle, and when Trixie herself appeared in a shower of dazzling sparks, the audience knew they were in for one. Say what they could of Trixie herself, she understood how to put on a great and theatrical performance.

She was dressed precisely the same as her princessly counterpart - a magical counterfeit of Rarity’s handiwork - but the royal purple of Twilight’s fur was Trixie’s brilliant blue. It was a good look on both of them, of course, but put side by side, it was clear which pony was the cream of the crop. The cerulean python swaying beneath her skirt could never have been ignored, but Princess Twilight’s was clearly the better fed. Thicker, longer, fatter, it simply dominated the space between them. Trixie couldn’t help but shudder - with repulsion, she assured herself! - as her endowment slid wetly beneath her competitor’s. Massive as Trixie’s magic wand was, it could only bow in deference before Twilight’s truly gargantuan scepter, cowed entirely by royal virility. 

“Ahem!” Trixie growled, even as Twilight’s endowment drooled a warm, sticky ‘Hello’ all over her submissive shaft. “The Grrrrreat and Powerful Trixie is well aware of how much space she takes up, but she would thank you to keep your obscene and unladylike… cock to yourself, Sparkle.” 

“Mm… Mm?” Twilight was so lost in the crowd’s admiration, she hardly noticed her girthy member weighing down her rival’s. When it did eventually come to her attention, a slight turn of her hips was all Trixie got to help her escape from the princessly prick’s oppressive weight. “Oh, yes, you’re welcome, Trixie. May the best team win!” 

“Hmph!” Trixie snorted. Though most of her seemed a pale shadow of Twilight, she had one sole advantage to hold over her rival: potential. No, she wasn’t so hulkingly massive as her opposite, but that was not all it took to succeed. It took grace, skill, and balls holding bigger loads than any pony could possibly guess from their size. She simply overflowed with faith that The Great and Powerful Trixie was the better mare of the two, and the gentle roar of her balls as they gurgled and churned between her toned thighs only confirmed in her mind that she would win the day. “Where is Trixie’s assistant?” she shouted, balling her fists and stamping a hoof. “Don’t tell me you’ve already resorted to scare tactics, Twilight.”

“Nothing of the sort, Trixie. She just has a hard time with live audiences, is all,” laughed Twilight. “Come on out, Fluttershy!”

“Um… okay.” Too timid to refuse and certainly too large to hide, Fluttershy sidled in as well. She, too, was dressed the same as her opposite on Team Twinkie, but while Pinkie’s figure was plump and well-rounded, Fluttershy’s body had decided to specialize. All pegasi grew quite fully up top, to balance the weight of their spreading wings, but neither magic nor science could explain Fluttershy’s assets. Massive, wobbling mountains rested heavily on her chest, meeting together in a deep, butter-yellow canyon. She was hardly comfortable in anything but the roomiest tops, and now she had been smooshed and squished into a stage outfit that could barely hold Pinkie. The straps of her leotard strained audibly to hold her, the poor overworked outfit stuffed to the brim with breast, breast, and more breast still. They seemed destined to snap at any moment, and surely would before the day was done.

“Cheer!” Trixie commanded the crowd. “Applaud and shout for Team The Great and Powerful Trixie and Her Huge-Titted Pony Bitch!”

Fluttershy could only squeak helplessly at the attention. But Trixie reveled in it, basked in it like a cat in the sun with a side of cream. She held her arms out wide, drawing energy from the crowd. Yes, this was her element; her truest magic. There was no chance that she could ever lose here.

“Well, Trixie," Twilight said. “That’s all of us!” She shot Fluttershy a friendly wink, while Pinkie waved enthusiastically from behind her. “Would you like to do the honors?” 

“Naturally. ” Trixie’s horn glowed and a hush fell over the audience. Slowly, majestically, the velvet red stage curtain lifted to reveal a giant hourglass, nearly taller than the contestants themselves. “Fillies and gentlecolts!” she shouted in her loudest, most attention-grabbing voice. “The Great and Potent Trixie has challenged your Princess Twilight Sparkle to a duel!”

“I tried to warn her no~ot to,” Twilight cut in, in a playful sing-song tone. She smiled and patted her pulsing cock, rousing it to full length with long, luxurious strokes. “But she was simply too insistent on paying me back for our last duel. I suppose some ponies are just gluttons for punishment~” 

“Stick to the script, Sparkle,” Trixie huffed. “Tell them the rules.”  

“Oh, yes!” Twilight’s eyes brightened. “The rules are very simple. We have one hour to prove which of us is the most productive pony.” She beamed at Pinkie, and then Fluttershy. “Our assistants will be helping us demonstrate, of course. The biggest belly wins!” 

“That’s us!” Pinkie shouted, pointing to both herself and Fluttershy. “Be sure to cheer for both of us! Especially Fluttershy. She looks really, really cute in that outfit!”

“Um…” Fluttershy tried to shrink away, but her outfit had already failed to compress her proportions to reasonable size, and she couldn’t hope to do better herself. “Could, could somepony - anypony - else volunteer, instead?

“I don’t know if I could handle such a big...” She paused for a deep breath and her eyes dropped like a stone to the velvet-blue endowment throbbing in sinister fashion between Trixie’s legs. Fluttershy swallowed down a loud gulp, her tongue momentarily hanging from her mouth as she stared herself cross-eyed. “...Responsibility!”

“You can, and you will!” Trixie snapped. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is simply too talented to be held back by such a meek and unworthy assistant.” She grinned gleefully at Twilight, a predatory spark dancing in her eyes. “Besides that, your only role here is to ease Trixie’s great and unfathomable pressure. Once Trixie finishes this contest with a complete, humiliating victory, Twilight Sparkle will become a much more fitting assistant for Trixie’s performances.” 

“Oh?” Twilight put a finger to her chin, as if deep in thought. She shifted her hips, the pendulous weight of her swaying balls slapping gently against her thighs. “Well, that wasn’t what I was planning after I beat you in front of the whole town... again. I was planning on making you a royal consort - with your own uniform, of course! I get so pent-up while I’m studying, you see.” 

Twilight kicked her hips the other way before continuing: “I could be nearly twice as efficient with a cute assistant to drain me! Goodness, all the things I could get accomplished with a cute unicorn study buddy...” 

A thin stream of drool trickled from the corner of Twilight’s mouth, and the head of her cock drooled with something much thicker and muskier. She wiped her mouth and winked at the crowd. “Spike, I know you’re watching us~ Go schedule Rarity for an appointment with Trixie, won’t you?”

“T-the nerve!” Trixie stuttered, nostrils flared. “Fine! We shall settle this here and now!” She grabbed her timid assistant roughly by the arm and led her over to their half of the stage, glaring at Twilight as her rival casually beckoned Pinkie to hop on their side. Trixie’s horn glowed and the hourglass flipped itself. A great, pillowy wumph sounded as a heap of sand settled, and began to pour from top to bottom - grain by miniscule grain. 

The crowd hushed, the only sounds the steady tinkle of sand in the hourglass, and Pinkie’s anxious bouncing and bobbing. Though the hourglass had started, tradition still demanded that the challenger declare the start in any duel. Twilight waved silently at Trixie, a very smug smirk spread across her face. She only mouthed the words, but it was clear as crystal what she’d said.

“Ready to lose?” Trixie muttered venomously. “Well, Sparkle, we shall see who gets the last orgasm now, won’t we? Who tastes the sweet, sensual glory of victory, and who tastes the salty seed of defeat!” She took a deep breath, mustering all the air her lungs could hold to make the announcement: “The Great and Powerful Trixie declares this contest... begun!”
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		// 2a. Trixie and Fluttershy		//------------------------------//

“And now starts the real show!” Trixie shouted. She wasted no time at all in kicking things off. The audience had come to see a show, and indeed she would cum to give them one! “For her first trick, The Great and Productive Trixie shall give her milky, cow-like assistant a belly to match her udders!”

Fluttershy squeaked and stepped back at the sound of that, her eyes wide as saucer plates. “Oh… oh, my…” The more Fluttershy thought about it, the more flustered she felt. Every pony watching seemed to like the sound of that an awful lot. An awfully awful lot! Taking Trixie’s tremendous cock like that, to be rutted and filled so completely in front of the whole town… How embarrassing! Just imagining it made her squirm. A gentle warmth filled her, every eye on her like a hundred little pinpricks on her sensitive skin. She was breathing hard; panting, almost. And sweating, surely. This must have been her worst case of stage fright ever! “A belly that big? Are you, um…” She fidgeted ever so slightly. “Are you sure you can do that to me, Trixie?”

Trixie paused in the middle of her pre-workout stretches to give Fluttershy a look the pegasus certainly wouldn’t forget any time soon.“Quite sure.” 

“Oh,” Fluttershy murmured. “Because I don’t mind if you can’t… Really! You aren’t as big as Twilight, but hardly anypony is, so you shouldn’t feel-”  

“Really now, Buttershy. You’re just lucky you need that mouth for something pertinent, or I’d sew it shut! Trixie only requires your mouth for one reason, and it is not to talk.” Her nostrils flared suddenly, eyes ablaze. “And she does not care a whit for your silly thoughts, either; still less for your mismeasurements!”” 

She looked over her assistant with not a small amount of disdain, disappointed that this was the best she had managed to find. When every other fillable belly in town had refused - refused! - her generous offer to share a stage, she had been forced to pick the only pony who wouldn’t, couldn’t say no.

Trixie knew the meek, yellow pegasus was one of Twilight’s friends, although she couldn’t imagine why: the melon-breasted mare  couldn’t even sit still for shivering so often. One might have thought the poor, jiggly wretch was cold, if not for the ample padding of her figure. A single glance up from her quivering thighs to the great, wobbling tits that dominated her chest told Trixie the real truth. “Aha! I see what your problem is, now: confidence! You wish to hide from the attention your body commands, instead of embracing it. Assert your stage presence! Goodness knows, you certaily take up enough space at the front, so why not act in proportion to your assets?”

But at this Fluttershy only whimpered and attempted to retreat further into herself. No amount of motivational shouting, it seemed, could get Trixie’s assistant to accept the audience’s gaze. 

“Oh, well...” she sighed to herself. No matter; all this assistant really had to do was expand with the volume of Trixie's incomparable talents! She gave her trusty magic wand a pat, a proud grin on her face as a musky blob of precum burbled from its tip. “Thankfully, Trixie has more than enough to share.” 

Using her magic, Trixie summoned a tall wooden box. She sat atop it just like she would her own personal throne, the very throne she would have made for her royal rear end once she finally beat that trifling fool Twilight Sparkle. Her cerulean blue nuts, so heavy and full with the greatest seed in Equestria, looked all the bigger as they squished up between her legs; twin bowling balls, churning and swelling so big they threatened to overflow her own thighs! “Oh, yes…” Thoughts of Princess Twilight filled her mind as she readied herself for the coming show, that taut purple rear bent over and begging for a well-deserved plowing by Trixie’s far superior cock. She danced her fingers over the shelf of her medial ring, teasing and taunting her towerlike shaft to full hardness. “That will be delightful.” 

Fluttershy, struck dumb, could only watch as Trixie’s already impressive cock engorged itself on such egocentric fantasies, her gaze following every bob and sway like a serpent following the snake charmer’s flute. It was mesmerizing to watch, its gentle, throbbing growth lulling her into a soothing cocknosis. Every idle pulse seemed in tune with her own beating heart, a slow, sensual rhythm that beckoned her forward. Goodness, it looked so plump and needy, she just had to cuddle it! The poor thing was starving for attention, just drooling for some kindness! It would be positively cruel to leave such an adorable cock all by itself, without a warm pony’s enthusiastic embrace to keep it company...

“Assistant!” Trixie huffed. A snap of the fingers broke Fluttershy’s trance. “Your magician requires you in order to perform this trick. Step closer.”

“Oh! Yes, sorry…” As the owner of that compelling cock commanded, so Fluttershy obeyed. One shaky hoof followed after the other, stepping closer, and closer, and closer still… until the fat, oozing flare of Trixie’s caught on the scandalously low neckline of her leotard, making itself at home. “Meep!” A simple, arrogant bob of that monstrously thick pole was all it took to drag the straps down around her slender shoulders, freeing big, jiggling tits with triple the heft of her own head from their oppressively tight prison. She shivered as a warm, oozy wetness spread over her, a musky marking that sent shivers and tingles and sparks down her spine. It felt… good. Better than good, it felt wonderful! She let the feeling fill her, a simple, satisfied smile on her face even as the ponies in the audience hooted and whistled at her embarrassing exposure.

“Well?” Trixie narrowed her eyes and tapped her cock impatiently, glazing Fluttershy’s breasts with a slippery coating of precum. They were so soft, so big, so pillowy. A perfect cradle for her awe-inspiring shaft to get cozy in, and no lack of fatty Flutterflesh to claim as her own. The more her idle assistant teased her and taunted her, the closer her great and pleasurable orgasm drew. “How much clearer must Trixie make herself? On your knees, Assistant!”

Trixie planted her hands on her hips, making a few more lewd thrusts of her hips. She had a grin on her face that Fluttershy recognized all-too-well from her schoolyard days’ bullies.“It won’t suck itself.” 

Thank goodness it wouldn’t! Fluttershy hardly wanted anything more now than to taste, to suck, to kiss that heavenly hunk of meat between Trixie’s thighs. Her whole world seemed to narrow down to just that one gorgeous goal. She knelt down slowly, a half-silly smile spreading across her face as Trixie’s tip pressed against her, trailing a line of slimy arousal up her neck as it slipped inexorably toward her chin.

“Hey!” Trixie winced as Fluttershy’s tremendous bust settled over her legs, squishing gently but firmly around her thighs. If she didn’t have her assistant right where she wanted her, Trixie might have thought she was the one trapped. She could hardly move, pinned as she was between those twin boulders. Healthy pink nipples, grown big and fat on the plentiful swell of her tits, trembled invitingly, dribbling little streams of milk over her leggings in their need for attention. Hmph! As if that was her duty. 

Well, Fluttershy would have to wait till after the show if she wanted her aching chest suckled on... Trixie was here to be sucked on like a lollipop, and not a single thing else. She leaned herself into the inviting caress of Fluttershy’s bosom, luxuriating in their soft, furry touch. “Ah, oh, yes! Very good, pet. Trixie is nearly there!”

Nearer than either of them could have guessed. “Glk!” The very moment Fluttershy’s lips closed gently around the moist, musky head, her cheeks bloated outward as a rush of milky white cum flooded down her throat. It was actually only thanks to the anchoring mass of Trixie’s plate-sized flare that she wasn’t forced off by the pressure of such a tremendous orgasm, her mouth caught on cock like a fish on the hook. Fluttershy’s eyes widened, delight and shock warring as an endless flow of salty, sexual tastes flooded her tongue; her throat barely swallowing down cupfuls as Trixie pumped in quarts. Plenty ended up in her stomach, a warm, jelly-like mass that filled and satisfied, but plenty more precious seed was lost as it leaked and dripped from the edges of her mouth. A tragedy! A travesty! A hindrance to victory! 

“Really, now? Must Trixie do everything herself?” The voice from above grumbled. An imperious hand reached roughly around Fluttershy’s head and pressed down, urging her to swallow more and still more of that tremendous dick, until it was in deep enough to pour piping hot cum straight down her gullet. A direct line from source to container, enough piping hot cum to fill Fluttershy’s distressingly empty tummy without fear of waste. “There. Keep it that way!” 

And so Fluttershy did, bobbing obediently up and down on Trixie’s poor, once-lonely cock, but never letting it leave the mothering embrace of her throat. There was plenty of flavor to be suckled from the shaft, her tongue dancing playfully over the thick, throbbing rise of Trixie’s veins. Every long, undulating slurp seemed to provoke it to shivers and shudders of pleasure, pumping bigger and bigger loads down the bottomless hole of her gullet. Fluttershy was like a calf at her mother’s life-giving udder, nursing and suckling to sate her desperate hunger for cream. Her cheeks bulged as she gulped down the thick rim of Trixie’s medial flare, her jaw stretched to its limit as more cock shoved its way in than could possibly fit.

“Well. It’s adequate, I suppose...” Trixie yawned and reclined languidly back in her seat, already bored. Despite all the efforts of her fleshy pegasus partner, the experience was hardly anything to write home about - save perhaps a ‘How Not To’ advisory. What a pitiful, unpracticed throat! Totally unsuited to swallowing everything Trixie could give it. An assistant was supposed to support her magician, a practiced cum dumpster who drank semen like water and never let even a drop escape! What was this fat-chested cow, then? Was this simply neglect, or some sabotage of Sparkle's? Even with all the skillful, superlative work Trixie had done to make things simpler for her, thin trickles of precum still leaked from her lips, precious seed that should have gone straight to her belly instead dribbling down her chin. 

“Ugh, of course the Great and Powerful Trixie had to be saddled with such an incompetent partner!” Trixie glanced off to the side, where Twilight Sparkle was already blowing her pudgy pink partner up like a bonafide cum balloon. Craning her neck only a little to the left revealed the hourglass, trickling down nearly as quickly as Trixie could fill up her assistant. “What a cheat this is! They must have known they wouldn’t win without some sort of handicap.”

“Mm.” Fluttershy nodded sympathetically, too focused on her own task to listen closely. All she cared for was to be filled ever more, to pack in as much of that wonderful cock as she could manage. Such a delight! Not as big as Twilight’s, but that only gave her more room to play with it. To toy around with her tongue. To tease, and tease, and tease as it gave her more, and more, and more. “Mm mmph!”

“No talking, Butterpie!” Trixie huffed. “Every word that falls from your untalented mouth is a drop of Trixie’s delicious cum you aren’t swallowing, and we are intolerably behind as it is.” She looked down into the vast butter-yellow canyon of Fluttershy’s cleavage, those mammoth milky udders obscuring her vision of all things below. Her knees, she could feel, were pressing into a warm, sloshing pudge about the size of a beach ball... which wasn’t nearly big enough! Two perfectly tremendous orgasms already, with time ticking down, and still her partner’s tits were bigger than her stomach! “Fine, Trixie shall take matters into her own amazing hands!” 

It took considerable effort to dislodge herself from her docile assistant’s throat, closed hungrily around her flare and reluctant to let go. “Typical,” she muttered, placing the flat of her palm on Fluttershy’s forehead. “Won’t swallow, won’t let go. Why must Trixie be surrounded by incompetents, and such stubborn incompetents to boot?” Still, she was in charge here, and she would certainly not allow her strumpet cockpet’s silly ways to impede her. One, two, three firm shoves and her cock finally flopped out with a succulent wet pop. 

“Mmm…” Fluttershy hummed in a sexual daze, too drunk and happy on Trixie to complain. She was nearly docile as a real cow (and more stacked by half) as Trixie beckoned her to spin around, presenting her plump yellow rear for penetration. “M-m-moo~” 

“Yes, yes, poof, you’re a barn animal.” Trixie wasted no time in aligning herself with that plump, sopping pussy, globs of unswallowed precum mixing in with Fluttershy’s gushing arousal. She bucked her hips, thrusting up through the warm, all-encompassing embrace of Fluttershy’s nethers, a much nicer, tighter embrace than an unpracticed throat. “Hnn!” she stifled a groan as she buried herself deep in that delicious wet heat. “Oh, yes! Okay!” she gasped, grabbing Fluttershy by the wrists and pulling them back like she would a bondage pony’s reins. “This is where we catch up!” 

Fluttershy’s vision had gone white, her lazy stupor broken by the sheer sensation of Trixie’s conquering cock inside her, stretching her like so few stallions could. Yes, this was even better! Her tongue lolled freely from her open mouth, drooling viscous and thick with leftover cum. She squeezed hard around Trixie, molding herself around every last contour of her magician’s magic wand, like a good assistant should! She mouthed words between squeals of pleasure, eagerly begging: “M-m-mooooore!”

“Ha! More, you want?” Trixie laughed. Her beautiful balls, still sloshing with a lake’s worth of unspent seed, were eager beyond words to unload into that empty, unfilled womb. Already, Fluttershy’s clenching cunt was leaking excess, thick, cloudy drops of too much rolling down her hamstrings... but Trixie could hardly care about that now. What her partner lost from her lack of skill, she could more than make up for in sheer volume. The monstrous slapping of Fluttershy’s tits over her growing medicine-ball belly excited her, turned her on like nothing else could. What power, what proof that the Great and Productive Trixie was destined to win and prove her perfect penile plenty! She thrusted harder and harder, faster and faster. Her mind’s eye pictured a bloated Twilight at her hooves, a mere servant, destined for nothing greater than relieving the pressure from Princess Trixie’s aching balls…

She smiled, a silly, orgasmic grin on her face as she approached final peak. “Well, then, Fluttershy... A good magician never lets her assistant go wanting...” She jerked, hard. Twin screams filled the air as the tides of orgasm broke over them. “More you shall get!”
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		// 2b. Twilight and Pinkie		//------------------------------//

Twilight was in no hurry to begin. The careful strategist knew not just herself, but the 'enemy' as well. While she had no doubt of how this duel of theirs would end, it would be cute beyond words to watch Trixie try so very hard. In fact, the poor thing was still trying to shout orders gently enough for Fluttershy to obey. If only she had studied more, she might have known the old saying: you can lead a pony to cock, but you can’t make them drink. Ah, well! There was no rush to win here. She could wait a few minutes before starting, if it meant she could watch and enjoy the show. 

Pinkie, however, did not know how to wait. She had been out sick, from too much candy, the day her class had taught the meaning of the word. She bounced anxiously on both hooves, ready to start five minutes ago. “Come ooooon, Twilight!” she begged, her tongue lolling like a puppy waiting on her treat. “They’re getting ahead of us! You’ve got your princessly pride on the line! We can’t let them win!”

“Alright, alright,” Twilight said, grinning tenderly even as she shook her head. There was still no hurry, but Pinkie’s enthusiasm bordered infectious. “We’ve given them enough of a head start. Why don’t we show Trixie what real teamwork can do!” 

Pinkie’s pink-as-pink mane began to glow a bright lavender as Twilight’s magic pressed down on her, gentle but firm. Eager as she might have been, Pinkie was just too hyper a pony to sit and stay sat. It took work to bring her to her knees, like coiling a spring; a force of personality equal to the unimaginable energy of a chubby party pony. Twilight had no trouble with that, of course. The smile on her face was pure confidence, a simple, serene expectation that the whole universe - Pinkie Pie included - would bow down before her if it meant even a taste of that divinely magnificent cock. 

“So, so, so excited!” Her partner giggled and snorted with barely-restrained anticipation as she bent slowly down, drawing face to flare with Twilight at last. She took a deep breath, savoring her best friend’s potency like she would a freshly-baked cake, dreaming already of how warm and satisfied and full it would make her. Oh, she just couldn’t resist any longer! She leaned in and gave it a big, sloppy kiss, shivering in delight as her lips met Twilight's broad cumslit in a passionate, sticky embrace. “Mmm-mmm-yuh!” 

“Ooh!” Twilight sighed. Her hips lurched instinctively forward as shocks and tingles of pleasure shot up her spine. The royal dick stirred slowly at Pinkie’s touch, a giant awoken from its drowsy slumber. Purple-furred balls the size of her best friend’s amply-fed tits (if not bigger!) drooped lower and lower as they filled with heavy seed. Twilight had gone whole hours without emptying a load into one of her loyal subjects, just to prepare for this contest, and she was feeling awfully pent-up right now! Beneath her calm, royal grace lurked a powerfully sexual beast, endlessly hungry and impossible to sate. To deny it anything was just begging for trouble, and a tremendously full belly of cum besides; exactly as planned.

“Mmm…” She bucked her hips forward yet again, her oversized rod all but pulling her along with sheer need. Pinkie’s eyes widened in happy surprise, cheeks bulging as her tender kiss became so much more. Twilight’s colossal cock simply commanded space, imposing itself easily on Pinkie’s mouth as she swallowed it down. The audience gasped as they saw an unmistakable bulge surge down her throat, their princess’s fat medial ring forming a neat seal at the top of her gullet - an impossible meal for any pony but Pinkie Pie. “Keep that up…”

Pinkie gurgled her own confirmation, eyes full of love as she stared up with absolute trust (and absoluter cock-hunger) at her best friend in the world. A warm, satisfying saltiness flooded her tastebuds, her tongue running up and down that immense shaft for every last taste and sensation. A moan from above marked Twilight’s approval, her arousal flowing down Pinkie’s throat like a thick, hearty soup. She wrapped her arms around Twilight’s steady thighs and held on tight, her fingers squishing into those soft, ripe seedpods as they bloated up still bigger. Deft baker's fingers pleaded and pleased the source of her favorite frosting. This was going to be a bumpy ride!

The first orgasm was explosive, a tidal wave of lewd excess. Twilight was an enormously efficient pony, productive in all sorts of ways, and her body had put the last few hours to very good use. Gallons and gallons of rich, creamy cum poured down Pinkie’s clutching throat, every drop not deposited straight into her bottomless belly slurped up by her questing, squirming tongue. A normal pony could hardly have held it all in, but Pinkie was built to stretch and this wasn't nearly her first time at the rodeo! Her leotard, already fit to burst from holding her pre-orgasm figure's fullness, began to rip and tear. The material groaned audibly as her belly blew outward, pudgy pink flesh oozing through the shiny black material.   

Streetch, snip, snap. Twilight watched with quiet interest as the final straps of Pinkie’s outfit failed to contain her. She was expanding in earnest now, her beautifully bulging belly so swollen and engorged with potent, goopy cum the audience could see it from behind. It was just like watching a water balloon fill from the tap; every tense, every twitch of her heavy, pendulous balls reflected in the gallons of thick, creamy cum pumping into her friend’s burgeoning form. 

And that was barely half of the full proceeds. Pinkie had always had a positively prodigious metabolism, digesting cakes and burning through calories so fast she could nearly plump up in real time. A good thing, too, Twilight thought, smiling and eying Pinkie’s ever-thickening rear. If she couldn’t, she might have popped by now.

But a good scientist left no limit untested, no boundary unbroken. She simply had to see just how much Pinkie could take, considering just how much she had left to give... “Hope you enjoyed your appetizer, Pinkie~” She sighed and bucked her hips, curling her fingers in Pinkie’s mane as the next wave of orgasm broke over her. Spurt after splattering spurt of piping hot seed, made with love, flowed fresh down Pinkie’s throat in an endless stuffing stream. 

Pinkie’s grip tightened, too, arms tightening around Twilight’s long, tensing legs in a loving hug. She couldn’t speak, of course - her throat was occupied with far more important business - but her eagerness for more showed in every drop she swallowed. A slow, rubbery, stretching sound filled the air as her cum-filled tummy reached earth, more and more Pinkie pudge swelling and pooling over the floor by the second. 

“Ah…” Just as it looked like Pinkie would pop, there was a calm in the sticky storm. A calm in the horny hurricane. Twilight pulled herself from Pinkie’s mouth with an extended wet schlick. They weren’t done yet, not by a long shot, but Pinkie needed a half minute’s break to rest and digest, and Twilight was more than happy to oblige. 

She glanced casually toward the other side of the stage, letting out a bemused chuckle as she checked on The Great and Powerful Trixie’s poor and pointless progress. The hourglass was still running, but seeing how slowly Fluttershy’s unsatisfied belly was filling up, it would hardly matter how much time they wasted. By the time Twilight was finished, there would be no doubt whatsoever who the most virile, most productive magician in Ponyville was. “Thank you, Pinkie. That certainly took the pressure off!” 

“Oh, my pleasure, Twilight!” Pinkie said, springing bouncily to her hooves. Not even Twilight could keep her down forever. She licked a heavy dollop of precious spooge from her lips, doing her part as partner to swallow up every last drop of gooey, salty seed. Years and years of cake-baking and licking the spoon had made her a lingual pro, and not a molecule of delicious Twicum would end up anywhere but her belly if she could help it! With a hasty Pinkie Promise to herself - and to that pretty prick! - she swiveled around, wiggling her magnificently plump pink patootie right where Twilight’s colossal cutie-conqueror would be sure to find it. “But we have to keep going! Who knows what sort of evilly evil things Trixie could be planning if she wins. We just have to beat her, Twilight! No matter what!” 

“Good thinking!” Twilight nodded. They didn’t need to go so far as this to win, but filling Pinkie up with even more thick cum could only be a good idea. The science of bubble-butt bloating virtually demanded it! The tip of her needy pony-poker was already testing the new waters, smearing Pinkie’s cheeks with a musky sheen of pre. She took a good handful of Pinkie’s doughy hips, fingers sinking deep into plush, warm flesh. “We can’t let Trixie go thinking she can win, now, can we?”

“Nuh-uh, no we caaaa~aaan’t!” Pinkie squealed, her eyes full of stars and her hair all but sticking on end, as Twilight bumped her hips up and plunged into her needy puss. Oh, golly gee! Twilight had filled her throat up just fine, but this was a whole other game! She could feel every firm throb of Twilight’s beating heart through her cunny-caressing veins, every last inch of that overwhelming cock as it filled her to no end, touching and loving her in all the right places. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Twilight kept going, deeper and deeper, the proud medial ring stretching her further still as it finally slipped inside her slit. But even Twilight’s cock wasn’t endless - hard as it was to tell sometimes - and finally, finally her hips met Pinkie’s with a gentle, welcoming slap. It was a soft collision, like a mouse running into an elephant, but the cute little smack of purple flesh against pink might just have sent Pinkie over the edge.  

“Mm, I don’t know, Pinkie. It seems like you’ve had a lot already.” A pony might have sworn that, even with her belly so bloated and stuffed full of cum, the battering ram bulge of Twilight’s flare could still be seen poking through Pinkie's pumped and plumped stomach. Only for a pony as stretchy and pliable as Pinkie Pie would that have been even remotely possible. Rubber wasn’t just a material for party balloons, but for condoms. A pink pony of a party condom, perfect to wrap around a princess’s prideful prick. Twilight smiled, firm fingers nearly disappearing into Pinkie’s squishy rear as her body processed load upon load of nutritious cum. “But you want still want more, don’t you?”

“More!” Pinkie squeaked, squirming and straining around her burgeoning chest to cradle her swollen tummy. She was no longer concerned about winning. All she wanted now was everything Twilight could give her. Every part of her felt so sensitive, so vivid. So alive, like the world’s biggest party going on inside her! From her fat nipples, pinker than pink, to her heavenly soft hips, she felt so weighty and hefty now, and all of it thanks to Twilight’s thick, rich, pony-plumping cum. And it only felt better the bigger she got. “I need it! Gotta have it! More cum, more cock, more, more, more!” 

“More? Hmm, I don’t know...” Twilight grinned impishly, seesawing in (smack!) and out, in (smack!) and out, like waves building up on the shore. She glanced to the hourglass, running down and down and down to its final grains. She upped her pace and Pinkie tensed, the wet, velvety sleeve of her cunt thirstier than ever for a fresh load. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper. This one was going to be the biggest, bestest yet. 

“Come on, Twilight, please!” Pinkie whimpered, the need burning inside her. She felt so empty, so unsatisfied, and there was only one cure for it: the phallic princess prescription. “Please, please, please!”

“Ah…” Twilight could feel the tsunami building up inside her, sloshing to and fro between her legs. To fill or not to fill… Hardly the question at this point. It wasn’t entirely up to her anymore! “Okay, Pinkie, since you want it so bad, I’ll give you more. I’ve got plenty left, of course. More than Trixie could build up if she had a week. Bathtubs, lakes, oceans of cum, and all of it for you! Because we’re friends. So I hope you know what you’re asking for, Pinkie…” She shivered in pleasure as gallon after gallon began the long journey through her impossible shaft, the overwhelming sensation of orgasm blossoming deep inside her. “Because, ready or not, here it cums!”
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		// 3. To the Victor Go the Spoils		//------------------------------//

No pony could tell the exact moment the timer ran out. The stage was a swamp of creamy semen overflow, barely an inch of the original wooden boards left uncovered. Gobs and globs of white molasses quivered at the edges, threatening to spill over the audience at any moment. The air was humid and warm and stank of sex, so thick and musky a pony could worry they’d get pregnant just breathing it - even a stallion. Some of it had even managed to leak into the tall hourglass standing at stage center, all its sand mixed into a soupy, sludgelike pool. 

Just a taste, and a smell, and a very sticky touch, of what a pent-up Princess could manage.

“Oops!” Twilight giggled, leaning smugly back into Pinkie’s filled-full belly. “Sorry, Trixie, I thought I was already finished.” She laughed again, a hint of royal guile in her smile. “When you make as much as I do, it can be so difficult to tell!”

“A likely story, Sparkle.” Trixie dropped her magic shield, a good quart of what had been stuck to it splattering over the floor... and onto her leggings. An uncomfortably warm feeling ran up her calves, the piping-hot potency of Twilight Sparkle smeared all over her dazzling new stage outfit. She grimaced and glowered. “Trixie is wise to your games, do not think she isn’t! And it shall not go as you have planned, either.”

“Oh?” Twilight raised an eyebrow in quiet amusement. “Mm, I guess I really can’t fool you, Trixie. You saw right through me. I didn’t really think I was finished.” A glance between her legs told the truth of that. Her royal balls were even bigger now, if anything, a sexual fire fuelled to even greater heights by Pinkie’s expert pleasuring. There was a slow, pendulous weight to their motion as they rocked and sloshed, slapping gently against her thighs with every mischievous sway of her hips. She winked. “How could I be? Pinkie’s only my warm-up help. I still need to claim my real prize!”

“Your prize!” Trixie scoffed, the thrill of victory rushing through her. “Look around you, Sparkle! All you have done here is waste your pathetic little load, granting the Great and Powerful Trixie her victory!” She patted the bloated butter-yellow tummy of her assistant, a gentle wave of motion radiating outward just beneath her fur. “Trixie has filled your enormously uddered cow beyond all compare, as even you must be able to see.”

“Mmhm,” Twilight nodded. “I do see.” 

And so did every pony watching. Both assistants had been made truly huge, rendered round and immobile by their partners’ productivity. Trixie’s filling had certainly done a number on the well-fed Fluttershy, but prodigious Pinkie was another order of magnitude bigger, a cum-bloated blimp to Fluttershy’s helium balloon. While Fluttershy’s jiggling stomach might have made a nice enough waterbed, Pinkie’s was the start of a rippling bounce castle. A field of pink big enough to walk on, if one could dare to put that much pressure on her. Fluttershy’s head could be made out from a far enough distance, a mane of pastel pink against the soft yellow background of a voluminous stomach. From a full pony’s height above her, a still-bigger Pinkie waved down with a pudgy black-gloved arm, setting ripples through the miniature hillock of her truly titanic tummy. “Hi, Fluttershy! How’s the weather down there?”

“Oh, um - erp!” Fluttershy paused, a bubble of precum rising up around her lips. “Hello, Pinkie… It’s fine…” 

Trixie’s mouth fell open in shock. “No!” she shrieked. “No, no, no! Not again! It can’t be possible!”

“What?” Twilight asked coyly. She looked casually over the imposing pink zeppelin her partner had blown up into, a proud little smirk on her face. “Oh, this? Well, didn’t we tell you, Trixie? Anything is possible with the power of friendship. I think this one is a win for Team Twinkie, don’t you?”

A dozen straining and puffing ponies were tasked with rolling both of the inflated assistants off, to a nice, secluded place where they could process their loads in peace. The both of them would look forward to growing a good deal wider over the next week. Such high-calorie, protein-rich meals didn’t come without consequences! Even now, the stage itself could barely handle both of them at once. The floorboards creaked wearily as they were freed of the stress of those tanker-like bellies, ready for a well-deserved rest of their own.

“As I was saying earlier…” Twilight started. She strutting up toward Trixie until they met each other flare-to-sticky-flare. The difference in size, so minor before, now left a threatening, almost hungry shadow over Trixie's wand. “My real prize. You do remember what you said the stakes were, don’t you, Trixie?”

Trixie fell silent, her mouth uncharacteristically shut, some horrible great clutch in her throat. This was not how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be her gloating right now, bending Sparkle over like a cheap whore… In all her wildest fantasies of how this contest would end, she had forgotten the very real chance that it wouldn’t be in her victory. She twiddled her fingers together, nervously eying Twilight’s enormous purple rod as it oozed growing streams of clear precum over her own. “Evrrthn,” she finally muttered.

“Hm? What was that?” Twilight dragged a finger over her shaft, a thick strand of liquid sex trailing along as she pulled it back. “Come on, Trixie, don’t you remember you’re on stage? The crowd has to be able to hear us~”

“Oh, alright!” Trixie growled. “Everything! We bet everything on this contest.”

“Mm, yes, that’s right. Everything.” Twilight closed her eyes, lips parted ever so slightly as her horn began to glow. “Don’t worry, Trixie. Just think of this as your first lesson: good friends will give as much as they take.”

And she was prepared to take quite a bit. Trixie’s eyes went wide as she felt her own cock - her pride and joy - suck inward, its length retreating, receding. A pleasantly cool haze settled over her thoughts as it happened; her front-heavy build suddenly felt so much easier to balance, balls the size and heft of watermelons shrinking into cantaloupes, contracting into apples. For the first time in years, there were stallions who could call themselves bigger than the Great and Powerful Trixie! What a scandal, what an outrage, what a strangely delightful feeling… 

“Ooh, I’ve been waiting to test this spell for such a long time, Trixie. I hope you don’t mind going first.” Where Trixie’s dick retreated, Twilight’s advanced. Inch upon inch of fresh, wet flesh poured out from her crotch, thick and musky with her own royal virility. The two cocks maintained their gooey embrace, an ever less equal match as a surge of purple shoved Trixie’s blue backwards. Her already vast balls gurgled audibly as they grew still riper and fuller off Trixie’s stolen productivity, Twilight’s formidable pony-filling prowess enhanced still further by her rival’s magic. She could only smile as her overripe seedpods squished against her thighs, churning with the delicious ache of too much seed to hold. If only, if only she had some place to put it all…

A place usually full of nothing more than hot air, for example.

Trixie sighed as her once-massive cock finally melted back into her fur, giving her puffy pink lips their first taste of cool air since magical puberty… Only to be plugged once more by the steamy heat and sudden pressure of Twilight’s enormous flare. She jerked and shivered as a shock of pleasure ran up her spine, completely unused to being poked in such a place. She gasped, suddenly lucid. It should have been her doing the poking! “Do not think Trixie is enjoying this, Sparkle. I will have my revenge for this!”

“Whateeever you say, Trixie,” Twilight said. It was all the same to her, cute little moans or feeble denials. She seesawed her hips back and forth, dipping her tip between Trixie’s slender legs. Already bowed out for a prick's presence - how convenient! With such an enormous cock came a truly untameable need, one that tested even her famous willpower. A blink of magic, and she was behind Trixie, a good distance away to accommodate the full length of her third leg. “I think that’s enough taking for me. Why don’t I give you back some?”

“Don’t you dare, Sparkle!” she hissed, even as her body leaned instinctively forward, her rear back and tail flagged in graceful, classic presentation. The air was awash with studly masculine pheromones, the interest of truly virile stallion made abundantly clear. Her body practically demanded her submission to Princess Twilight, whether or not her head agreed yet. “It is bad enough that you have humiliated Trixie so already, but to fill her like some common cum dumpster! Why, Trixie will-”

The deafening schlorp of Twilight’s abrupt entry cut her off completely, the air shoved from her lungs by a titanic endowment. Trixie was stretchy - magically so, from all her spellwork, but this was beyond all else. Beyond even her own hasty dreams of sexual achievement, half-fevered sketches of grand tricks cast completely aside! Twilight’s passion was enormous, huge and unrelenting beyond all belief. Everything seemed to shut down, every thought and inhibition replaced by the overriding reality of Twilight’s cock. It was big, massive - whatever word she wanted to use, it was all that and more. She could feel her every internal process shifting, struggling desperately to make room for what was already there even as Twilight pushed in more. Her slim toned stomach bulged outward, the imprint of Twilight’s influence clear to all as quarts of copious precum saturated her. The shoddy material of her blouse ripped immediately, leaving her burgeoning belly exposed for all to see.

“You’re doing a great job, so far, Trixie.” Twilight waved to the awestruck crowd, her magic keeping Trixie steady as she drove deeper and deeper instead. Hardly an hour ago she might have already bottomed out, but now with Trixie’s generous assistance... Well! Her commanding medial ring was only just slipping inside that tight and delightful pussy, and she had more than enough left to keep her new cocktoy in suspense. She thrusted again, a little out and a little more in. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as Trixie gasped and squealed. Oh, no wonder Trixie loved the stage so much. Fucking such an adorable, stretchy pony was nice enough, but having an audience to watch her dominate her former rival brought every sensation to a new high. “Look! They love you!” 

Trixie could hardly notice the cheers, all her attention focused squarely on something more immediate.  Something much, much bigger. The dull throb of Twilight’s pulsating cock rung loud in her ears, the first load of sticky cum like a rushing river. There was no teasing or build-up here. This was animal. Twilight needed to unload, and she needed it now. Gallons and gallons bloated her in seconds, her tummy dropping down to her knees in an instant. All the weight she’d lost in front with her own endowment was returned with interest, repurposed as an impossible load of Twicum. And that was only the first. There seemed no clear end to Twilight’s orgasm, only spurt after spurt of heavy cream for her to take in. Any thought of struggle, of resistance, of proving she wasn’t merely a condom for Twilight Sparkle had been stopped dead in its tracks, encased within a layer of gooey alicorn batter. 

A long, gooey struggle for Trixie was a heavenly ride for Twilight, fingers dug into Trixie’s swollen belly as it grew big enough to bulge out behind her. Pinkie would always be the better cum balloon, of course, but there was a special satisfaction in doing this to the Great and Powerful Trixie… or was that now the Meek and Powerless Trixie? 

The physical pleasure was nice enough - anything could get her off, big and horny as she was now - but the real treat was knowing just how utterly in charge she was. If she wasn’t already stuck mid-orgasm she might have cum just from watching Trixie’s tummy droop to the floor, until it swept her right off her own hooves. The both of them rose slowly into the air as an endless stream of cum poured forth from her balls into her former rival, a grand show of dominance on all levels. Physically, mentally, sexually. In every category, Twilight Sparkle topped Trixie. 

Trixie could hardly argue with the facts. “Uuungh,” she moaned in submissive satisfaction, her arms roaming over her swelling stomach as she ascended into the sky. Far from shame that the whole town of Ponyville could see her bowing down, and bulging out, she felt pride. Only Trixie, talented as she was, could take so much of her Princess’s cum. More and more every second, filling every nook and cranny with deliciously satisfying warmth - and making space where no more could be found. No, it wasn’t pity she saw in the eyes of her captivated audience. It was envy. They wanted Twilight Sparkle’s notice, her cock, her vast oceans of cum. All things she alone had now!

The stage creaked and groaned beneath her liquid weight, the wooden construction unequal to Twilight’s tremendous loads. Trixie grinned as she felt the first boards snap beneath her. The more Sparkle gave her, the better she felt. She was gigantic, invincible, all-powerful. A goddess among ponies… so long as she took everything her Princess had to give her, like a good cum dumpster should. The flooring finally gave way beneath her, a thunderous crack as wood snapped, followed only by a muffled whumpf as Trixie followed suit. What should have been a cataclysmic crash to earth was instead the gentle fall of an overstuffed pillow, multiplied by a thousand to capture Trixie’s squishy enormity.

Only the rims of the stage remained now, and unstable cradle that couldn’t hope to contain her if she grew any bigger. If only she could have. She could feel already that this was the end - or an interlude, at least. The once endless rivers of Twilight’s cum had finally relented to trickling streams, then eventually to a stop. Finally, fifteen long minutes after her orgasm had begun, Twilight was finished. It took her nearly a minute more to pull all the way out, full feet of cock sliding out from the comfortable sleeve of Trixie’s body. Even pumped as full as she was, beyond any other pony in the whole history of Ponyville, Trixie couldn’t help feel a little empty after it had left. She wanted more, needed more. “Wait, Sparkle!” she cried. “Is this all you will be giving Trixie? It can’t be!”

But Twilight seemed deaf to her words. The crowd cheered as she emerged at the top of the tremendous blue bulwark, holding both lavender arms high to acknowledge their admiration. She was smiling wide enough to split her face, a light sheen of sweat brushed over her fur. They’d been promised a show, and by Celestia’s almighty name they had been given one. 

“Thank you, thank you, everypony!” she said, taking a bow from her perch atop the blimp. Her cock, already low to the ground, fell low enough to dab another sticky marking on Trixie’s fur. “I certainly hope you enjoyed our performance here today.”

“Pah!” Trixie shouted, struggling to rock and roll herself over to no avail. “No, Sparkle, that can’t be all! It ended too early!”

“...Please exit in an orderly fashion. No trampling over each other like last time…”

“Hmph! Fine, then.” She would have crossed her arms, if they could have reached each other across her stomach. “See if Trixie cares. She does not need more if that is all you have.” 

“...Souvenirs and merchandise will be sold at the castle, if you would like to buy any. Ask for Spike, and he’ll…” 

“Oh, well.” Trixie sighed, nearly ready to give up hope. It seemed that even among the princesses of Equestria, this was the limit of what she could get. “How… disappointing.”

Then, suddenly, her ears pricked up as Twilight’s final words reached her: “If you would like to see another show just like this one, be back in just half an hour. Tell your friends to come, too! And don’t worry about them missing anything if they can’t make the next show, either…” She could nearly hear Twilight’s grin in the pause that followed. The suspense building just as surely as that limitless sex drive was readying Trixie’s next filling. “...We’ll be here all day.”