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"And once you've got the magic woven together, you can sort of... twist it... into just about any shape you want. See?"

"I think I get it! Wow, Ashley, you're a crackerjack!"

Ashley winced, and his pretty pink sphincter constricted, at the mention of Charlotte's favourite pet-name for him. The number of times she'd giggle-whispered that word into his ears while his smaller body was pinned to the sheet under her larger, sweat-slick curves were too many to count! He realized the magical field before his eyes was losing its shape, become something longer, thicker and much more equine, and he forced himself to concentrate! "Umm... it's Ash, please."

"Ashy!"

"Ash!"

"Ash?"

"Mmhm."

"Okay, Ashley~ Giggle~"

Despite Cookie's apparent empty-headedness, Ash couldn't help but smile. Ever since she'd come to him asking for help with her magical training, he'd graciously obliged her, scheduling a one-hour lesson every Thursday. Just him, her, some magic... and that heaving pair of watermelon breasts of hers that inevitably bulged out of every item of clothing she packed them into. Today it was a keyhole sweater, meaning oodles of blue cleavage was the cause of today's frequent downward glances. What he wouldn't give to swim around in that colossal bust for hours...

And best of all, Charlotte was always out at this time of day! Which meant he had all the time in the world for a slow and gradual courtship before he finally sealed the deal. Soon, he'd finally ask her out on a date!

"You're so smart, Ashley! Thank you for helping me work on my magic!"

She put both elbows on the table and her head on her hands, a cheeky smile on her lips. "I could just give you a big sloppy kiss!"  

"Ah... Mm." He shifted on his chair, crossing his legs. "Don't mention it, Cookie."

He wished this moment could have continued like this forever, but Ash and Cookie were suddenly startled by the door slamming open and Charlotte strutted in, hooves clopping noisily on the floorboards. Each of her arms were wrapped around the midsections of two hot young fillies apiece, four fillies she reluctantly released so they could come inside. With those wobbling bosoms of theirs, they still almost didn't make it!

"Head on upstairs, girlies," Charlotte purred, swatting the pack of sluts on their bottoms one after another. "I have to go give my assistant a big kiss~"  

She crept over to where Ash and Cookie were sitting, wasting not a moment in playfully draping herself across his chair. She shooshed one of that spunk-anticipating quarter and threw her arms around his neck. "Whatcha doin'~?"

"Oh, I'm teaching Cookie some magic! She knows the basics, but we've got a lot to learn. Looks like you have your hands full too."

She giggled, the smell of recently-drunk alcohol still strong on her breath. "Hoooooo yeah. More than full, mmhmhm. We were gonna have this week's club meeting at Mrs Milk's house, but she's getting the place painted or gardened or furniturized or something... So we're gonna do it here!"

Charlotte planted a peck right on his cheek, easing the tension in her member by grinding it on the small of his back. "But don't worry! We'll keep it down so you and your li'l mare-friend can have a nice study-time!"

"Thanks, Charlotte," he said, giving the side of her face one of those shy little nuzzles that meant he was extra grateful. She was actually leaving him this one! He could have kissed her! "Hey, in that case, how about after I've seen Cookie off, I bring you girls up some delicious hay burgers?"  

Charlotte licked her greedy chops, mouth already watering at the thought of one of her assistant's cooked to perfection hay burgers. "Just bring one for me... Everyone else will probably be S - T - U - F - D by then!"

Cookie raised her hand, drawing Charlotte's full attention. Just like Ashley before her, the redhead exchanged most of her face-time for titty-time, with her eyes never once making it above the blonde's throat. "Excuse me, miss Charlotte! What club are you holding upstairs?"  

Charlotte puffed up a little, "Oh, you know, it's the weekly meeting of the Housewives Club For Ad - "

Ash touched a finger to Charlotte's lips, thankfully silencing the hung degenerate. And not a moment too soon!

"But you're not a housewife..." said Cookie, touching a finger to her lips, but by then Ashley was already getting her up and towards the second storey of their home. Charlotte let out a cute little "Ow!" as he got her upstairs so fast the head of her dangling member slapped one of the steps.

---

Sometime later, Charlotte and Ash were relaxing in a steamy-hot tub together in the upstairs bathroom. Both ponies had stripped naked and were now sitting at either end of the tub. Charlotte, with her legs stretched out, and Ash, with his knees pulled up to his chin. He didn't have a lot of room to sit, after all, not with that immense veiny member snaking through the water!  

Had he moved his toes even an inch forwards, he would have pumped one of her volleyball-sized soaped-up nuts, and once he was giving those stimulation he'd have all of 30 seconds before the water was so thick and white it had the consistency of treacle. He awkwardly soaped himself up, trying to look anywhere but her throbbing member. It still looked extra-puffy and sore from the workout she’d put it through today.

He looked at her bare breasts. Boys liked breasts. Ahhh, relaxing, bouncing breasts~

He could have stared at her chest all day, if Charlotte hadn’t addressed him, bringing the dozy boy back to reality. "That girl you had around earlier was pretty cute! You been, like, keeping her under wraps from me?"

He looked down and to the side, avoiding her boiling-hot gaze. The leviathan under the water gave a twitch, as if warming up to the idea of a whole collection of secret babes he was hiding from her. "How many other cute little honeys you keeping a secret from me, Ashley~ What a sly dog!"

"It's just her, Charlotte! Really."

"Ooooh." She shifted in the water, setting off a gentle rocking motion. The tip of her member brushed against his lap, coming dangerously close to his own shaft. After forcing out hundreds of litres of jizz today, her urethra was still slightly-gaping and stretched-out, making it look for all the world like a hungry mouth. A little wobble closer and it could have gobbled his whole dick right up!

"Well, don't worry. I'll keep my hands to myself!" she purred.

"Really? You mean it?" he asked, knowing a “too good to be true” when he heard one.  

She nodded, running her tongue over her lips. "It's cute seeing you two together. Like a pretty little pair of lesbians who haven’t had the right cock draped over their eyes yet!"

His smile fell off his face, but he bit his tongue rather than say anything. She could say whatever she wanted to him now if it meant he might get his dick wet in Cookie later. "Haha. Good joke."

Charlotte nodded and drummed her fingers on her thigh. Then she started grinning. "Actually, I have an idea! I'm gonna be your wingman on this one!"

"My... wingman? Really?"

Charlotte nodded, sitting up in the water excitedly. "I'll tell her how cool you are! And sexy! Stuff like that! She'll be head over heels for you.”

The maroon filly was extra animated now. “Great idea, right?"

"Charlotte, I umm..."

"Come onnnnn," she said, throwing her arms over the rim of the tub. She and the heaving, feminine bosom resting on the water were positively glowing now with thoughts of doing a good deed for the cute little colt. It was hard to say no to that bust, even while a mesmerizing, impossible-large filly-tamer was lurking out of sight right below it.  

"Well, um, sure, I guess! Go ahead, Charlotte."

The darker pony batted her eyelashes. "Mmm, you're gonna love this," she giggled.

---

A few phone calls later (Charlotte was "special" friends with Cookie's mother... and her aunt... and her four sisters...) and a meeting was scheduled. Charlotte trotted up to the cafe table she was meeting Cookie at in just a brief maroon top and a sinfully-tight black miniskirt that bulged over her broad flanks. Her flaccid member, and the juicy fat balls dangling under it, kept up a steady slapping rhythm as she wiggled her way on up to the table.

The blonde bimbo of Ash's dreams was already seated at the table, fanning herself in the midday heat. Even with a wide-brimmed sun hat on her overflowing breast-flesh still peeked out into the sunshine. It was resting on the top of the table right now, giving Cookie's back a much-needed break.

The cafe was cramped enough at this time of day that Charlotte had to sit directly opposite her beau's waifu, crammed close enough to each other that her shaft's flared equine head was resting on Cookie's chair. The blue-skinned unicorn had to part her legs to make room for it, and occasionally fanned between her legs to try to take some of the heat off her thighs. Charlotte could sympathize with the poor filly: on hot days, having a 30-inch member could be like dragging a furnace around between your legs!

After some wiggling and rearranging herself, Charlotte had soon bumped the head of her cock against Cookie's panties and gotten properly comfy. She didn't mind one bit when Cookie's fingers dipped under the table soon after, stroking her shaft like a beloved pet. Must be a force of habit for dick-starved floozies, she supposed!

"So how did you meet Ashley?" Charlotte asked, taking a sip of her tea.

Hours passed as the girls conversed about all manners of topics... But Charlotte was dutiful, and continuously attempted to steer the topic back to cute little Ashley and how delightfully charming he was. She finally hit pay dirt when she unassumingly answered one of Cookie's more suggestive questions.

"Miss Charlotte, do you know if he has a boyfriend?"

Charlotte's ears stood up on top of her head. She couldn't help but shake with laughter a little bit. "A boyfriend! You think he's gay?"

Cookie blushed, but soldiered on with her line of questioning. "Well, he just... Seems like that kind of boy. Mm."

"You mean like the kind who wants a big, fat, hard..."

Cookie turned bright-red, hiding her face behind her teacup. "Y-Yes! Yes! Exactly that sort of boy!"

Charlotte felt like her mission to get Ash laid had just taken an unexpected departure from its scheduled stops. But on the other hand, was that arousal in Cookie's eyes? The Cauldroneer knew a thing or two about fillies on the verge of dropping panties and Cookie looked just a few choice words from easing her thick, well-oiled thighs apart. It could be any moment now!  

"Mm, well. Sorry to disappoint," Charlotte began, choosing her words very carefully, "but he's straight. Only likes girls!"

"Oh..."

"But!"

Cookie's clitty gave a throb against Charlotte's flared head. There'd been a few inches of distance between their lower parts when she'd sat down, but the sight of Cookie's wobbling teats had put paid to that pretty fast, and now they were so close Charlotte could feel the girl's feminine juices leaking onto her rod. There was horse-dick room-only between Cookie's legs now.  

"But he ~does~ absolutely luuuurve it up the ass. From me. Dozens of times."

Cookie's face went pale. Then she reached across the table and took Charlotte's hands in hers. "That's so... awesome!"

"Mmm, I just can't help it, really," continued Charlotte, smugly leaning back in her chair. "He might not be much of a man, but as a girl... Mmmf, unf! You know? He's got that thick bubble butt made for sex..."

"And his dick?" asked the lovestruck filly.

"Tiii~iiiny! It's so cute you don't know whether to laugh or give it a pity-petting!"

Cookie eased back into her chair, legs falling all the way open. Her hips shifted forwards, pumping her puss right up against Charlotte's cock. Semen flowed onto, and through, her panties, directly onto her trembling flesh. Cookie wrapped her arms around her chest, smothering her abundant titties to her body. "I wanna see that sooo bad!"

"Oh." Charlotte tapped her chin, looking pensive. She was supposed to be getting Ash laid here, not arranging an audience to watch her fuck Ash. But, well, beggers couldn't be choosers...

"I was gonna pounce him tomorrow night... That's my "free" night and, eheheh, I can get a little "backed up." Why don't you swing by our place?"

Cookie nodded. "Mmm. I'd love to!"

---

The next evening, Ash, Charlotte and Cookie were seated on Ash's bed. The colt was down to his boxer shorts, and both fillies were down to underwear. He was still looking at Charlotte with an expression of disbelief, despite having had this run by him several times already.

"She's... going to watch you fuck me."

Charlotte was preoccupied with brushing her hair, turning her head this way and that in a mirror. She paused mid-stroke. "Mmhm."

Ash chewed his lip. "'Kay."

Cookie's expression started with one of confusion as the players got to work. That was going to fit in there? Really?

Suddenly, her eyebrows shot up. Then a little higher. Then a little higher. Her eyes widened all the way.

"I better go easy on him," said Charlotte. "He's doin' you after, right?"

"Sure!" giggled Cookie. "But... Nnnnn..."

"What?" asked Charlotte.

"Can you fuck him harder?" asked the wide-eyed filly.

"Oh, like this?" Those slaps became thuds, and Ash whined in protest.

"Harder?"

"Like thiii~iiis?"

"HARDER!"

Charlotte smirked and planted her hands on either side of Ashley's face-down head, chuckling in his ear. "Well, you heard 'er! Sorry 'bout this, cutie..."

A few minutes later, Cookie was drooling on her own cleavage, staring mesmerized at the coupling going on before her. The pony's eyes rolled from side-to-side as she followed the motions of those thrusts, tongue hanging all the way out as she panted.

She peeled her panties off her sticky pussy and got to work with her fingers.

---

Sometime later, Ash was on his back, eyes rolled back in his skull. He was made-up in pretty lipstick and eyeliner and wearing the tattered remains of the dress Cookie had arrived in. It didn't fit him at all, not with the overstuffed bulge of his twenty-month pregnant belly making clothing not an option at the moment.  

Charlotte gave his tummy a slap with her veiny member, making it sway drunkenly to the side so far he almost rolled over! It took a good ten seconds for it to slosh back the other way, equilibrium restored.

Cookie threw herself at Ash, dropping her bosom onto his face. "That was, like, the hawtest thing I've ever seen! I wanna do it! My turn! My turn!"

"You mean you... want my dick?" he groaned quietly.

"Something like that!" she nodded, reminded of the collection of big, spiked strap-ons she'd brought over in her bag just for tonight.

He looked up at her through bleary eyes. The stallion groaned as he struggled to hold down the litres of semen Charlotte had pumped down his throat. The pervy pony had really made him into her private semen tank, driving those wide hips of hers into him over and over until it felt like his mouth might never close again!

He burbled some words that she wasn't able to make out, and a big cum-bubble popped on his face. His head flopped back down onto the bed.

Cookie's sizzling pussy was driving her crazy. She took him by the collar and shook him and down. "N-No fair! Wake up!"

Charlotte shrugged, the mirror back in front of her face and her hairbrush back in her hair. Unlike Ash, who looked nearly fucked into a coma, she seemed hardly the worse for wear. This sort of thing was just a warm-up for her, after all! "Looks like I went a little too hard, eheheh. He's totally out of it, sweetums.”

She gave her member a little shake, letting the slowly-drying semen slathering her member ooze down onto Ash’s bedsheets. “Umm, maybe next time?"

Cookie glanced from Charlotte to the door. "Ah! But... But..."

She threw herself into the crook of Charlotte's arm, nuzzling up against the hung pony's breasts. "But I'm so horrrrnnnnyyyy...."

Charlotte tutted. Unbelievable. Way to go, Ash. She set her things down and put an arm around the chesty filly, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. "There, there. He can fuck you tomorrow, 'kay?"

"But I'm horny noooowwww!"

Charlotte shoved the girl aside and stood up, cock wobbling as she fake-yawned. "Wow, holy fuck, is that the time! I should be goin' to bed!"

Cookie uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She looked like an innocent little angel with her fingertips resting on her kissable lips. "I need somewhere to sleep too, though..."

"Mm? What about in here?"

"The bed's too sticky!"

Charlotte groaned, already knowing where this was going. "... Couch?"

Cookie stood and wiggled right up to the taller girl. She gently finger-walked her digits along Charlotte's chest as she put on her best kissy "I want something" face.

"Can't I sleep in ~your~ bed? Pweeeeaaaase?"

Ash lifted his head, trying to say something and not able to form the words. All he succeeded in doing was popping another cum bubble all over his face and mane. But the look of alarm in his eyes told the two girls all they needed to know.

Charlotte rolled her shoulders, sending those big, dark titties of hers a-jigglin’. "Hold on... Don't want the cutie to, ah, see this."

She reached out for the heaving, fleshy orbs decorating Cookie’s chest. With one smooth motion, she helped the bimbo out of her bra and dangled the brief garment over Ash's face. For a single, solitary moment, he was able to behold Cookie’s splendid chest in its full beauty.

Then, with a little "Hup!", Charlotte dropped the bra across his eyes, plunging his world into darkness.

"Okay, let's go, cutie!" she giggled, followed by a loud slap of flesh that was no doubt Charlotte getting a commanding grip on Cookie's huge, fat ass. The last thing Ash heard before he passed out was the creak of the door opening, then the pair's giggles vanishing off down the corridor.

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