A Day at the Beach

Travelling to Locksmouth from Esterwood had never been particularly difficult. They weren’t outright sister cities like Harbington, but they were still neighbours. And, living in a post-Locksmouth incident world, travel was easier than ever – or at least it was if you were inked. Viola had no idea how this whole Mirror Slide thing worked, but it made visiting Locksmouth from a day trip into something that could be done on impulse. Find an anchor point in one of several convenient central locations and then fuck off for a beach vacation for a few hours.

And man could Viola use a beach vacation right about now. She didn’t even want to think about the shit that went down over the past few months that had prompted her decision to fuck off to another town and hide on the beach. The fact that there was a sizable media frenzy around her in particular hadn’t helped matters. As much as she’d gotten a lot more self-confident over the past few months since the Locksmouth incident, between the whole thing with Ami and then taking over as Alpha and then the whole recent thing that she was pointedly not going to think or talk about, she was still decidedly shy and introverted and all this attention was driving her insane.

And that was why she was here. In Locksmouth. With exactly zero time or thought spent on preparing for a beach vacation, or even letting her pack know where she was. Stress made people make dumb decisions, she supposed. So then step one was to spend some of her (extremely limited because she didn’t have a job) budget on the basic necessities for a day at the beach. That meant a beach towel, a swimsuit, something to carry all of that along with her street clothes.

Thankfully that wasn’t too hard to do. There were a lot of shops along the Locksmouth beachfront that sold exactly those things, and unless you wanted something fancy or name brand it wasn’t expensive. Ten minutes later she had a cheap one piece swimsuit that fit, a towel that was probably big enough to prevent too much sand from getting in her fur, and a bag large enough to hold her clothing and her cards. There were also, thankfully, a lot of public changing rooms – of course there were, Locksmouth was a tourist town and she couldn’t be the only person visiting the city who hadn’t thought things through.

This was the point where Viola realized that the swimsuit she had purchased and not bothered to try on didn’t actually fit her. “Fuck,” she muttered, staring sullenly at herself in the mirror.

“It’s not that bad,” said the voice in her head. Aubrey wasn’t wrong, per se, but it wasn’t great either. It would have been worse, she supposed, if it were too big. At least it wasn’t falling off. But what it was doing was riding up into her ass and digging into soft bunny flesh just about everywhere there was bunny flesh to dig into. It wasn’t uncomfortable, thankfully. But comfort wasn’t really the issue here. Normally, Viola dressed in fairly baggy clothing to hide her figure because her fur already made her stand out enough and, as established, she was very shy and introverted. But her taste in fashion belied her decently large breasts and her well beyond decently wide hips. And oh god did this particular swimsuit make her stand out. She’d specifically bought a one piece because it’d stand out less. The last thing she wanted was people staring at her on her impromptu vacation to get away from people staring at her. Shit, she’d stare at her.

“Viola, please don’t take this the wrong way, but you are staring at yourself.”

“Oh. Um. Oh.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. It’s the beach in Locksmouth. I highly doubt you’ll be the only person in tight, revealing clothing.”

“Oh god you’re right this was a bad idea there’s gonna be hot people everywhere.”

“You can just not look at them!”

“Aubrey how long have we known each other?”

“... Okay, fair point, but.” Viola groaned. She had an idea where this was going. “I’m certain you’ll find someone amenable to a quick bit of stress relief.”

“I’m not enthused with the idea of fucking a stranger.”

“I’m fairly certain that won’t be the case once someone offers, but fair enough. Don’t worry too much, the whole reason we came to the beach was to get away from that. Just lie down and close your eyes and have a nap in the sun.”

“... Right. You’re right. It’s fine. I just need to not think about it.” She nodded resolutely. “Besides, I feel like the fact that getting inconveniently horny is my biggest problem is probably a good sign, right?”

“Right!”

That brief dilemma resolved, Viola left the changing shack and quickly staked a claim on a spot that wasn’t too crowded and that had decent light. Unsurprisingly, the towel did in fact turn out to be slightly too small, and as a result her bare feet were almost certainly going to get unpleasantly crusted with sand. Ugh. This whole trip had been a bit of a debacle so far but god dammit she intended to soldier on through it and have some hard earned R&R. Maybe if this went well she could make a repeat performance of it with the rest of her pack and hopefully a bit more thought through.

But that was for the future. Right now she was going to just lie down, close her eyes, and nap.

“Ah, excuse me? Hello?”

Viola could, she supposed, have probably gotten away with pretending to be asleep. That was the initial plan, until the stranger continued talking. “Are you Viola Coniglio?” Whoever it was knew her name, which wasn’t a good sign. She sounded to be about Viola’s age, so it probably wasn’t yet another reporter looking for an interview. Most likely it was a fan, which honestly was probably worse? Though on the other hand, if she just calmly explained why she was here, a fan would probably be more likely to leave her alone. Probably. So, against her better judgment, Viola elected to open her eyes, talk to whoever it was, and politely ask them to leave.

This, it turned out, was a mistake.

Because there, looming above her, was Natalie God Damn Greyswift.

“Well, I guess you might be Vienna, they said you were twins on the news,” Natalie said. “But I watched the news reports a hundred times so I’m pretty sure you’re Viola? I was gonna go out to Esterwood to talk to you but, uh, I guess here works also?”

Viola, of course, immediately flew into a blind panic, scrambling up into a standing position and instinctively covering herself with the beach towel as best as was possible. “U-um. Hi?” she managed to stutter out. “Yes, um. Yes, I’m Viola.”

“Right! I’m-”

“Natalie Greyswift.”

“Yeah I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you knew that. I’m still kinda getting used to being a household name, you know?” She smiled, a bit awkward but friendly and earnest at the same time. An honest smile. “Anyway! I heard about what happened and figured I should introduce myself. Us teen superhero team leaders gotta stick together, you know?”

“R-right...”

“Because, I mean, saving the world is kinda tough, and I can’t even count the number of times I’ve been bailed out by my friends anymore. The more the merrier, you know? And anyway Jacent says you’re a nice person and I trust his judgment.”

There were a lot of things going on in Viola’s head all at once. The introverted part of her had completely locked up by the sudden barrage of talking at her that the obviously extremely extroverted Natalie was firing in her direction. Aubrey, meanwhile, had immediately descended into panic. Viola could feel it, and honestly didn’t blame her – this was, after all, the host of the inkling she had specifically come to earth to kill. Even though that plan had been well and truly abandoned even before Echelon somehow managed to defy the odds and defeat Osoth, the last encounter they’d had with one of Echelon’s allies had been... profoundly awkward, to say the least.

And to top it all off Viola’s libido chimed in with the fact that oh god you can see her ass from the front.

She stared. She couldn’t help but stare, and she couldn’t imagine how much more awful it would be if she was behind Natalie. From the front it was an object of awe. She’d seen it in news reports and online, of course, but here and now, looking at it in person was something else entirely. She had, in the course of her life, encountered one person who even compared to Natalie’s specific proportions. And, much like with Miranda, when confronted with Natalie’s rear Viola struggled to think of anything else. To look at anything else. Here she was, having a conversation with Echelon’s host, and all she could think about was dat ass.

“Butt,” she eventually managed to choke out.

“But what?” Natalie said, tilting her head slightly in confusion.

“Large.”

“Your power is large?” It was at this point Viola realized that the admittedly one-sided conversation had carried on while she was trapped in her rump reverie. Presumably Natalie had asked what her power was. “I thought that was Erin?”

“W-wait, no, I, uh, I mean-” Viola said, stumbling over her words before completely running dry on things to say. “... I don’t know what I mean.”

“She’s probably just tired.” Viola perked up a bit on hearing a familiar voice. “She did just save the world after all. You of all people should know how exhausting that can be.”

“Oh, right,” Natalie said sheepishly, before frowning slightly. “I’m still mad at you about that, by the way.”

“I’m sure next time Viola and her friends will be more amenable to your help,” Jacent Danger said, stepping into Viola’s line of sight. “Hello, Viola. It’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you, too,” Viola said, a bit relieved. She didn’t know him super well – they’d only met a few times over the course of the incident. But in the course of those meetings he’d endeared himself to her. She trusted him, and she liked him. And, historically, she had a much easier time interacting with new people when she had some sort of social mediator. Usually that was Vienna’s job, but Jacent would probably do just as well.

“I imagine you came here to take a break from all the publicity?” Jacent said, giving Viola a knowing look.

“Yeah... It was kind of an impulse thing,” Viola muttered. “I probably should have put a bit more thought into it.”

Natalie gave a look of dawning realization. “Oh. Sorry. You probably want to be alone right now, don’t you?”

“A little bit,” Viola admitted. She felt bad, saying it. There was something about Natalie, some ineffable quality that made it very hard for Viola to disappoint her. “Um, m-maybe we can trade contact information?”

“That’s a great idea!” Jacent said with a nod as both girls pulled out their PETs and got to work doing exactly that. “And after that, you can get back to your nap. Natalie and I will stay in the vicinity and make sure no one disturbs you.”

“I’d like that, thanks,” Viola replied with a weary smile. “Sorry for being awkward.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Natalie said. “Like Jacent said, I kind of get where you’re coming from.”

“I promise that one of these days I’ll visit intentionally and bring the whole pack along.” She laid the towel back where it had initially belonged before returning to her prone position.

“That sounds like a plan!” Natalie replied, standing between Viola and the crowds of beachgoers.

This was the point where the rabbit realized her crucial mistake. Her sunlight was quite thoroughly blocked, eclipsed by colossal wolf ass. God, it looked even bigger from this angle. Viola reflexively let out a strained squeak.

“What was that? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Viola said, though her voice was strained.

It was, she realized with a sinking dread, going to be a very long day.
Relieving Tension

There were a lot of reasons that Lindblum was notable. It was by far the biggest city on the Mist Continent, for starters. It also had a very defensible location, in spite of its size. Getting to the city without an airship was incredibly difficult, and thanks to its sizable airforce, all historical attempts at war had gone very poorly for the attackers. All those airships also made it the ideal trade hub, in spite of its isolation. And, of course, all those people coming and going from all over the known world made it a cultural centre.

And, most relevantly to Freya’s present situation, it had the world’s biggest red light district.

Though, to be fair, the Theatre District wasn’t technically a red light district. There was a bit more to it than that. It had initially been just a small collection of brothels and strip clubs and massage parlours and other forms of adult entertainment. At some point someone had the bright idea of putting on small erotic plays, and converted their strip club into a theatre. This turned out to be profitable, and so other people started doing the same. Then new theatres started being built and then more and bigger new theatres started being built and then at some point someone realized that it would be a lot more profitable if they put on normal plays in addition to the erotic plays. Eventually someone decided to build a theatre dedicated solely to normal plays, and from there the Theatre District proper was born.

Of course, in spite of the cleaned up reputation, the brothels were still there. And so were the strip clubs, and pointedly so were the massage parlours. Things were a lot more discrete than they had been, but honestly that wasn’t actually that big a change for Freya – being a fairly important figure in the Burmecian military meant that discretion when hiring prostitutes was the norm.

It had, over the years, become something of a tradition. Every few months, whenever life on the road as a professional adventurer started to get to her, she’d make a stop by Lindblum’s Theatre District to relieve some of that tension. She was, at this point, something of a regular. The staff knew her face and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that fact.

The Madam grinned eagerly when Freya entered – and considering she was a crocodile demihuman, it was a very impressive smile. “Good ta’ see ya’ again, Miss Crescent,” she said languidly. “We’ve got something special lined up for ya’.”

“I’d really rather stay in my comfortable but boring routine if it’s alright with you,” Freya replied tersely. “I’m tired, I’m horny, I just want a quick fuck from a cute boy with a big dick so I can get on with my life.”

“Oh, don’t ya’ worry, Miss Crescent, you’ll be gettin’ just that,” Madam said with a dismissive wave. “‘s just that yer a very loyal customer, so I thought we’d reward ya’ with some special treatment.”

“I’m getting mixed messages here.”

“Yer gettin’ a newbie, for starters.”

“Please no,” Freya said wearily. “I don’t want to have to deal with an awkward virgin trainee. Again.”

“Don’t ya’ worry your pretty little head off, Miss Crescent. I guarantee you’ll be very satisfied with his performance. He’s new, but he’s got a lotta promise and a lotta natural talent.”

“If you say so.”

“Room 12. Here’s yer key.”

“Thank you,” Freya said. She was honestly not particularly thankful – more apprehensive than anything. She could sort of see why she’d be paired with newbies, considering she liked to take charge. She was a girl who knew what she liked and who would get what she liked, come hell or high water. It had, after all, been a very long time since she’d seen Fratley, and... Well, a girl has needs. And it wasn’t like they’d been in a committed relationship yet.

Room 12 was just about identical to every other room in the brothel. Typically, the only real difference between rooms was the boy waiting for customers there. Or girl, there was that option. Freya was perfectly willing to swing both ways, but most of the time when she was hiring prostitutes she wanted a cock god dammit.

Room 12 in particular contained a young looking cat demihuman. He wasn’t particularly tall, not even large enough to reach her shoulder. But Freya tended to prefer shorter men, among other specific traits. And she had to admit, albeit a bit reluctantly, that he was almost exactly to her tastes. The catboy was short and feminine, almost to the point where she’d mistake him for a girl. Slender waist and arms, dainty chest, but very wide hips and a nice fat ass. The confusion wasn’t helped by the fact that he was dressed in cute, frilly lingerie and nothing else. A cute, somewhat skimpy little bra up top, white lace standing out against his black fur. Down below, he wore a slightly-too-tight set of translucent stockings that dug into his soft thighs, attached to a similarly tight garterbelt that dug into the slight pudge of his tum.

The real star of the show, though, were his panties. Not because they were appreciably nicer than the rest of the lingerie, but because of the enormous cock they struggled to contain. Factoring in the balls the size of his head, they didn’t really contain much of anything – the panties sank into the cleft between them, making them seem even bigger. His cock was smaller, proportionally speaking, though Freya was fairly certain that wouldn’t last for long. After all, it was clearly still soft. And if this particular catboy was as direct an assault on her personal preferences as he seemed, he was almost certainly a grower rather than a shower.

“U-um. Feel free to use me however you’d like, ma’am,” the catboy said, breaking Freya out of her enraptured funk. Oh gods he was so fuckin’ cute. She realized that she was drooling a bit, and wiped her face before getting to removing her armour.

“Do you have a name, by chance?”

“Please call me Pet, mistress.”

Oh no.

“Okay, pet,” Freya said, immediately falling into character. “A good pet would know what his mistress wanted without needing to be told, of course, but you are new at this. Let’s see how good you are at anticipating my orders, Pet.”

“Of course, mistress,” Pet replied – sexual fantasies aside, she really hoped that wasn’t his real name because that’d be kinda fucked up – before turning around and kneeling on the soft, luxurious queen sized bed that came standard with every room in this particular brothel. He bent over forward, pressing his torso against the bed and raising his big fat ass in the air, crowned by a long, lithe tail. His big, fertile balls were also, of course, in full view, pushed outward by his thick thighs. They’d have to be, she supposed – they were so fucking big that were they on the other side of his thighs he’d probably not be able to manage this position at all. Which would have been a shame because this very particular position made everything look so fucking big. “Mistress is going to want to get a nice, good look at Pet’s best features. Maybe play with them a little to get him warmed up and ready to fuck~”

Freya swallowed heavily, her mouth suddenly very dry. “It seems like Pet is very good at anticipating his mistress’s orders.”

“Anything for mistress. Now, why don’t you get started?”

“Oh, did Pet just give mistress an order? That won’t do at all. I’m gonna have to punish you, aren’t I?”

“Oh nooooooooo~” Pet’s enthusiasm was pretty clearly feigned, and in fact this was almost certainly the outcome that he had been going for. But whatever, Freya didn’t really come to brothels for acting and anyway he was a newbie.

Freya climbed onto the bed and settled on her knees just behind Pet, grinning eagerly. “Looks like Pet’s earned himself a nice spanking.” She pulled her hand back and then let loose a nice open-palmed smack. Spanking was always a tricky business. Freya was an experienced soldier and adventurer, after all, and was much stronger than she looked at first glance. There was a careful balance between not using all her strength and thus risking actual injury (not very sexy), but also not holding back too much because at that point you might as well not be doing spanking play at all. And the specific level of force required varied from partner to partner – in Pet’s case, given the ample padding, Freya felt like she could probably get away with going a bit harder than she might have otherwise. That gambit seemed to pay off – Pet let out a weak “nyah” at the impact, his whole body quivering just enough to be noticeable over the way his fat fucking ass rippled at the point of impact.

“Ooooh, did Pet like that?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Would pet perhaps like another? Maybe a bit harder?”

“Oooooh, yes please, Mistress.”

“Well,” Freya said coolly, her tone perfectly practised. “This is supposed to be a punishment. You’re not supposed to like it.”

“S-sorry, Mistress.”

Freya placed her hands on Pet’s ass and squeezed, letting them sink deep into the soft expanse of flesh. God, she wouldn’t be surprised if she just got fuckin’ lost in there forever. “No more punishment for Pet. We’ll just have to move on to the good bit.”

“W-whatever Mistress says,” Pet replied weakly. “Pet is here to please Mistress.”

“Good Pet,” Freya said, moving her hands downward. Like spanking, ball play was something she had to be careful about. Possibly even moreso than spanking. Testicles were, after all, notoriously sensitive to pain, and no matter how much of a masochist your partner might be, too much pain was always a turnoff. And anyway Freya’d never really been all that into sado-masochist play. So she settled for just hefting them a bit, delighting in how full and heavy they felt. Pet squirmed a bit as a result, and Freya couldn’t help but give them a little squeeze. 

“Nyahhhhh~” Pet moaned, his hips bucking slightly. “M-more of that, please, Mistress.”

“You sure are a demanding pet, aren’t you?”

“Ah, s-sorry. I’m still new at this.”

“Well,” Freya said, removing her hands from Pet’s balls and letting the roleplay drop, just for a moment. “You can make up for your inexperience with enthusiasm.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good boy,” Freya said. She elected to give him a small pat as a reward, though his head was out of reach so instead she scratched the base of where his tail met his ass.

She remembered just slightly too late that the base of the tail was an erogenous zone for cat demihumans.

“N-Nyahhhhhhhhh~” Pet cried, accompanied by sudden manic thrusting and a loud ripping noise as the fabric of his panties failed utterly at his explosive erection. There was a thud as something very large collided with the bed, accompanied by wet noises of orgasm. What seemed like gallons upon gallons of thick white catcum painted the headboard. He continued to moan and cry out in rapturous climax as his balls visibly swelled bigger with more seed to fuel the pink fleshy cannon that had to be almost as big as the entire rest of his goddamn body.

“S-sorry, Mistress,” he stuttered, just barely managing to force out a coherent sentence while still cumming quite intensely. “I-it just felt so gooooooood~”

“W-well,” Freya said, her character once again wavering slightly. She resisted the urge to flip him over and give his colossal endowment a good thorough examination – a grower not a shower indeed. “This is very impressive, but I didn’t say you could cum yet,” is what she eventually settled on. It wasn’t great, but she was caught a bit off guard by just how big he was.

“O-oh, um... I haven’t cum yet, Mistress.”

“what”

“Th-this is just precum,” Pet stammered weakly. The flow hadn’t even begun to subside – if anything, it had increased. “I, um. I’m not even fully hard yet.”

Once again, Freya found her mouth drying up. It looked like the Madam had been right, after all. Damn. She was probably going to have to pay extra for going overtime, but that was fine. She had money to spare. “Well,” she said, leaning in closely as she got ready to start the session in earnest. “Let’s rectify that, shall we?”
Potions Class

“There are three core schools of magic. First is sorcery, obviously. That’s what most people think of when they think ‘magic’. Cast a spell and it happens. A bit boring, but very practical. Most mages know at least a little sorcery, because it’s a good supplement. Usually you won’t see someone specializing in sorcery, though, unless they’re very powerful.”

“Like the boss lady?”

“Right, exactly. I’m told most dragons tend to be sorcerers, but I only know a few personally. Then there’s witchcraft. I assume you don’t need me to explain witchcraft to you, considering it’s what you’re studying?”

“I asked for an overview on the basics.”

“Okay, then! I’ve never been much for witchcraft, though, so the basics are about all I can give you.”

“That’s fair. I just wanna go back to bare bones, you know? Look at things with a fresh eye and see if that helps figure out where the issues are.”

“Witchcraft is about as magical as magic gets. Very esoteric, very unpredictable. Some people say it has a bit of a mind of its own. I know for sure that it reacts badly to analytic minds, and will almost never do what you want it to do if you try and force it. It also almost always comes with some sort of cost? Never anything meaningful, thankfully. I’m told it comes across as almost playful.”

“Sounds about right, in my experience.”

“You’d likely know better than me.”

“Man, that’s weird.”

“Not that weird. We’re both specialists, just in different fields. You’re a witch and I’m an alchemist.” Frankie winced, and Lisa nodded knowingly. “Which is where the issue comes in, yes?”

“Yeah. I’ve gotta get that credit to graduate but I’m just not getting it.”

“Mhm. And your teacher isn’t available to help?”

“He’s a busy guy,” Frankie lied. Truth be told, her Alchemy professor was almost certainly ready and willing to provide help outside of class. That’s one thing Harris was good at in general, she found. The teachers were almost always willing to provide extracurricular aid. But, well, Lisa Rothschild was one of the most skilled alchemists in the world and she was right god damn there at work. Not going to Lisa for advice on alchemy would be like not going to Azure for advice on sorcery.

Besides which, her alchemy professor was a frumpy old man and Lisa was a god damn twelve and a half foot tall MILF who almost never wore more than the absolute bare minimum of clothing to count as being dressed. She had massive tits, an enormous cock, and without a doubt one of the biggest asses Frankie had ever seen, proportionally speaking. There were people, grown-ass adults who were smaller than Lisa’s ass – did she mention the woman was twelve and a half god damn feet tall? Granted, being a giraffe, a large portion of that was neck, and so as a result the more reasonably proportioned by default Frankie came up to slightly above crotch level instead of just crotch level.

And, again; she barely wore clothing. Her top was more a strip of fabric that technically covered her nipples. Likewise, her miniskirt was so mini that Frankie was pretty sure it didn’t actually count as a skirt anymore. No bra, of course – no one working as a prostitute at the Hole needed one anyway – but she did have panties on. Technically. A bright candy red thong that strained to contain the bulge of a big fat jet black horsecock that was bigger than Frankie’s head, riding high on hips wider than some people were tall. And that fact was pretty much the only reason you could tell they were there at all if you were looking from behind because, again, her ass was gigantic. It completely consumed the fabric, leaving her butt just about entirely on full display.

Frankie hadn’t asked Lisa to tutor her entirely because she was hot. But man was Lisa hot. Really, if Frankie wanted, she could probably just have offered to have sex and Lisa would have agreed. It wasn’t like Azure’s girls didn’t always fuck each other all the time anyway. But, well, Lisa was one of the most senior girls and Frankie, while hardly the newest blood, was still decidedly not senior at all. It didn’t help that Lisa was probably old enough to be her mom. It felt weird and awkward to just walk up to a sexy older woman who was basically her superior and ask her to sit on her face. So she didn’t, instead settling for enjoying the eye candy and maybe learning a thing or two from an expert.

“It’s understandable that you struggle with alchemy, because it’s essentially the exact opposite of witchcraft. Where the latter punishes an analytical approach, the former practically requires it. It’s about as close to a science as you can get without being a science. Magic chemistry. It’s an entirely different approach and style to witchcraft. You can’t eyeball things. Careful and precise measurements are key.”

“Okay,” Frankie said slowly, trying to process the information presented as best as she could. “It makes sense and I don’t really know why I’m so bad at it.”

“Well, did you have trouble with chemistry in high school?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Alchemy is basically chemistry but magic.”

“Oh. That explains things sort of I guess? I dunno how we’d fix it, though.”

“Well, how about we approach this a bit differently. I’ve always preferred a more hands-on approach when teaching anyway.”

“Huh?” Frankie’s mind couldn’t help but wander in response to Lisa mentioning getting her hands on.

“I’ll give you a basic formula and help you follow it and then we’ll keep making that same formula over and over until you perfect it. Then we can move on to more advanced formulas that use similar techniques and keep repeating the process until you can at least do basic alchemy. I doubt you’ll ever be able to come up with your own formulas, but this should be good enough to get a passing grade.”

“Oh! Okay, that makes sense. What do you think we should start with.”

“Well,” Lisa replied with a mischievous smirk. “I think it’s a bit more fun if the results are a surprise. Let’s start with a basic essence extraction, distillation, and concentration. You’ll need some ginseng, gingko, ginger, and pomegranate. I’ll give you the amounts and the procedure and then you can drink the result!”

Were it anyone other than Lisa making the suggestion, Frankie would have been wary about not knowing what she was making. But she could think of few people she knew who were more trustworthy than Lisa. Whatever effect the potion she was making had, she assumed it would be fun.

The actual process was surprisingly not difficult, though she had to take things fairly slowly and she was pretty sure she didn’t quite get every step exactly right. Exact amounts were difficult – Lisa demanded precision down to fractions of fractions of grams, which Frankie just wasn’t skilled enough to manage just yet. And she was almost certain she heated the mixture at too low a temperature. But, after several hours of work, she managed to extract the essence of the ingredients into a solution of water, alcohol, and something that Lisa called ‘equinium’, distill the essence back out of the water, and then concentrate it down into a thick, violet syrup that currently sat in the bottom of a small, glass vial. “Did I do it right?” Frankie said, uncertainly.

“Only one way to find out. Go on, have a taste. I can guarantee you it tastes pretty good.”

Frankie shrugged and downed whatever it was she’d made without a second thought – after all, she trusted Lisa, and anyway one of the central tenets of most schools of magic was using yourself as a test subject. In spite of its apparent thick, syrupy consistency, it wasn’t particularly sticky and in fact just the opposite. It slid down her throat easily, though it did coat the inside of her mouth with a thin oily film that tasted remarkably similar to a Shirley Temple. Sweet, with a spicy kick from the ginger, unfamiliar herbal undertones from the gingko and ginseng, with a strangely familiar salty aftertaste. “Wait, is that cum?”

“What did you think Equinium was, dear?” Lisa said with a gentle smile. “Typically you’d dilute one part of that in a hundred parts of water, depending on how potent you want it to be, but you’re a big girl, I think you can handle the full undiluted effects.”

“wait what”

That friendly smile quickly transformed into an eager, almost hungry grin. Frankie opened her mouth to maybe ask for some clarification, but all that came out was a low, gurgling moan as she came. Hard. Her crotch burned with a very familiar tightness as her cunt gushed fluids, thoroughly soaking her pants through almost immediately. Her legs of course gave out underneath her, but thankfully Lisa was right there to catch her and quickly carry her over to the waiting bed – thank god they’d chosen to do this in the Hole in the Wall and not at either of their homes, because Frankie got the feeling they were going to need that built-in automatic pocket dimension enchantment every room had. “What did I just drink?” she managed to say, sort of, though it was taxing and she doubted she’d be getting anything more polysyllabic than that out tonight.

“The extremely concentrated essence of big fucking horsecock,” Lisa replied. “After all, you’ve gotta pay me back for the tutoring somehow. This way you get to work on improving your alchemy and I get to indulge in my hobby.”

“Hobby?”

“I like to deepthroat hyper cocks to the hilt without magical assistance. My current record is seven and a half feet, and for you to get a passing grade you’re gonna have to beat that by the time we’re done here.”

“Oh.”

“Now, that’s enough talk,” Lisa said, looming over Frankie. Given their relative heights, and the fact that Frankie was currently lying down, Lisa was very good at looming. Given how big she was, it was easy to forget just how big Lisa was. It almost crossed into being intimidating. “Grow a nice big cock for me to suck, dear.” Frankie did not need to be ordered, of course. It was gonna happen either way. But god damn if it wasn’t hot. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as that heat mounted and her pants started to feel tighter.

God, she really wished she’d not decided to wear jeans today.

Lisa knelt down, moving very slowly – likely intentionally. Frankie was experienced enough to know teasing when she saw it, though it probably helped that she had a very long way to go to get her face level with the bulge in Frankie’s jeans that hadn’t been there earlier. “Would you like a hand with that, dear?”

“Y-yessssss.”

“Yes what.”

“Yes, m-mommy.”

“Good girl. After we’re done here I’ll reward you by sitting on you and letting you get nice and up close with my big fat ass that you can’t stop staring at~”

Lisa gently placed her hands on the crotch of Frankie’s jeans and sloooooowly began to unbutton and unzip. God, it was fucking agonizing. Frankie hated and loved it at the same time. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth – and, being a frog, she had a lot of tongue to loll. Lisa barely acknowledged the effect she was having on the poor girl, pulling the zipper down one god damn tooth at a time. Frankie did her best not to buck her hips too hard, lest she accidentally unzip more than Lisa was intending. But that was difficult when she was so fucking horny. What felt like gallons of thick white gunk erupted from her still growing bulge with enough force to penetrate her jeans. And this was still precum. “M-mommy, I’m gonna cuuuuuuum~”

“Hold it in just a little longer, dear, I’m almost done.” That was easy enough for Lisa to say, of course, but she at least seemed to pick up the pace a little bit. Not quite enough to outpace Frankie’s cock, though – there was a loud riiiiip as the rest of her zipper and also her panties exploded from the force of her erection.

“Three and a half feet. Not a bad start! Next time let’s shoot for at least five.” It was, to be fair, not nearly as big as she was typically capable of without alchemy. But, well, horsecocks always looked bigger than they were. It matched the rest of her body’s bright, tropical colouring – purple and pink and orange with black splotches along its length, all of which glistened. Though in this case it was with precum rather than natural frog shininess. Her balls were also, naturally, fucking enormous, straining against what was left of her jeans. “Here, let me just...” Lisa grabbed Frankie’s pants and yanked them down, freeing her fist-sized nuts from their uncomfortable fabric prison. The release of pressure felt almost relaxing. Not necessarily a turnoff, but she almost felt significantly less horny just because she could fucking think straight.

Of course that relief immediately vanished when Lisa unceremoniously took the whole thing into her mouth in one god damn go. Frankie opened her mouth to moan, but all that came out was a strained croak as Lisa started to move up and down the shaft, almost removing it entirely before going right back down to the hilt, over and over again at lightning speeds. And oh god her tongue had wrapped itself around the shaft and was jerking her off with it and also she could feel it sliding down around her balls and into her cunt and speaking of her balls Lisa was gently squeezing and massaging them and oh god she couldn’t hold back any more.

Once again, Frankie had been far more productive as a result of other magic she was more experienced with and good at in the past. But the fact that she managed quite this degree of orgasm from alchemy caught her off guard. Her hips bucked as what felt like god damn gallons per shot erupted directly down Lisa’s throat. And, of course, the giraffe took it all like a fucking champ. Not a single drop spilled, even though it lasted what felt like at least an hour. Eventually, Frankie’s output slowed down and stopped, and the frog collapsed backwards onto the bed, her body splayed out like someone who was completely and utterly spent.

“About fifty six point seven eight litres, give or take some decimal points. Just about fifteen gallons. Again, not bad for a first try, but by the time we’re done here I expect some proper cumflation going. Understood?”

“Yes, momma,” Frankie said, still in a bit of a daze. She wasn’t quite sure how this managed to wipe her out quite so thoroughly, but it was always a good feeling. Hopefully she could sneak a nap in before the inevitable round two.

“Now, I believe I made a promise. And I’m a woman of my word.”

“Huh?”

That was about all Frankie managed before Lisa’s colossal ass came down right on top of her. It wasn’t quite that Lisa was sitting on her face so much as Lisa was sitting on her whole god damn body. The air was thick and warm and musky – already, Frankie could feel her cock stirring back to life.

“Worship it,” Lisa ordered. “And next time, if you want to fuck me, just ask.”
Touch Fluffy Tail

Julianna Juniper, somewhat unsurprisingly, wasn’t a big fan of big cities. She didn’t outright hate them? But, well, she liked nature. She’d always liked nature, ever since she was a child. That’s why she was a park ranger by trade. Even her current residence, while legally speaking a city, was almost completely surrounded by forest and greenery. But she barely actually spent any time there – by necessity, she all but lived out of the Cumberland Gap Park for most of the year. She liked living in nature. She liked being in nature. And an urban environment was basically the exact opposite of being in nature.

But, well, living in a national park for three hundred and sixty five days of the year just plain wasn’t an option, unfortunately. For a variety of reasons, most of them reasonable (as much as she resented it). The big one was that the near complete isolation just wasn’t good for one’s mental health in the long-term. And so sometimes she took a vacation. Normally, that vacation would consist of just staying at home and relaxing. And that would have been the case this vacation, too. Except that one of the higher ups at the NPS had caught wind and had decided that staying at home alone wasn’t really that much better than being out in the wilderness alone. And so they had bought her a plane ticket and shipped her out to the midwest, with instructions to go see the Haversham Building or something.

She did, in fact, stop by to see the Haversham Building. It was very tall. That was about all she could say about it – she didn’t really have any experience with appreciating architecture. It was a building. Whee.

God, there was so much fucking trash everywhere. It could, she supposed, have been worse. She’d heard horror stories about LA and New York, but still there were fucking trash cans every other god damn block so why the fuck couldn’t people just fucking use the trash cans. And the air quality was terrible, though that was probably the result of spending so much time in the wilderness – even the cleanest urban air was practically suffocating. She kind of hated it and wished she was back home. Some people could adapt easily to the urban environment. She wasn’t one of them.

Currently she was attempting to do the age old vacation activity of purchasing a novelty t-shirt as a souvenir. Mostly she was just looking for an excuse to not be outside. The air was stale and artificial, yes, but at least it tasted like air and not burnt rubber. She flipped halfheartedly through a rack of shirts, not really super invested in actually making a purchase but kind of feeling obligated to. This is what you do on vacation, right? Spend money that would really be better served sitting in your bank account in case of an emergency? “Ugh,” she muttered to herself as she pulled one out at random. ‘I’m with stupid’, it read. She was alone, but fucking whatever she would god damn deal. At this point she was well and truly done with the whole debacle. Satisfied that she’d participated in the dumb tourism ritual to the bare minimum standard, she turned to go buy the shirt and then leave, back to her hotel room for the remainder of her vacation.

Or at least that was the plan, but that plan was quickly derailed when she collided with some random stranger who happened to be passing by behind her. They immediately collapsed to the ground – Julianna hadn’t really been going fast, but the woman she’d collided with had clearly been caught off guard as much as Julianna had. Her legs slipped out from under her, and she instinctively grabbed at whatever was nearby in an attempt to steady herself. Unfortunately for the stranger, whatever was nearby happened to be Julianna, and the squirrel got pulled down with the ship.

“Oof.”

“Ow.”

Julianna took a moment to compose herself. This, it turned out, was a mistake. The particular way that the other person had turned during the fall and the way Julianna herself had gone down had left her face thoroughly wedged in between the stranger’s breasts. Her very, very large breasts. Large enough that Julianna’s head was completely consumed by tiddy from every angle. And they smelled, too. Not bad, mind. But... Well, there wasn’t really a subtle way to put it. They smelled like sex. Like whoever this woman was was fresh off of giving a titfuck to a dick just big enough not to break through to the other side of her tits and had thus filled her cleavage with thick musky seed and she’d not put in the time or effort to properly clean it up. God, maybe it was just the fact that she didn’t really get the opportunity to get off very often while sequestered away in the wilderness but whoever this woman was she smelled fucking nice.

“Woah, there, little bit overfamiliar there, babe.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Julianna, a little bit reluctantly, pulled herself out of the stranger’s cleavage. At some point she’d started groping the titties, and so she stopped that.

“Nah, it’s fine. Can’t really afford t’ be shy around strangers when you’re in my line ‘a work, yanno?” The woman, who was a raccoon, grinned widely. “Just, yanno, prolly not the most private place for it.” She inelegantly pulled herself to her feet, snapping her fingers before holding a hand out for Julianna to take. “Here, lemme help you up.”

“Thanks. I’m Julianna Juniper, nice to meet you.”

“Roxie Gaze. Likewise.” The raccoon kept a hold of Julianna’s hand, giving it a shake. Her grip was surprisingly firm, considering how lanky she seemed to be. Though it was really hard to tell considering her outfit. A well-worn to the point of being somewhat ratty grey hoodie and a similarly ratty pair of black sweatpants, both of which were very baggy and concealed what her figure may or may not have been. Aside from her boobs – the fabric had been pushed in between them by Julianna’s head and their sheer weight kept it there, outlining them fairly thoroughly. She was also, Julianna noticed, very tall. Julianna herself was hardly short, at six foot even. But Roxie was noticeably taller, if only by about half a foot or so. It wasn’t often that Julianna met girls who were taller than her, which just sort of added to the effect that Roxie was having on her. Again, it was probably just the fact that she didn’t get much action at the best of times skewing her libido. But Roxie was hot and clearly down to fuck so it was no wonder she found herself somewhat flustered.

Which Roxie, it seemed, had clearly noticed. The raccoon craned her neck slightly to the side and smirked mischievously. “Looks like someone’s enjoying herself.”

“Oh. Is that happening already?” Julianna turned back herself to look at her tail. And, sure enough, it was ever so slightly bigger and fluffier. And likely only going to get bigger and fluffier still. She was a squirrel, so it was already pretty large and soft by default. But it was already close to being bigger than the rest of her combined, and this was just the beginning. “Yeah, uh. It does that when I get flustered.”

“Well, hey, that’s hardly the most obtrusive it could be. I know a girl whose tits grow whenever she gets even kinda turned on.”

Julianna blushed at that, electing to change the subject. “Usually it takes a bit longer but, uh...”

“Yeah, the boss made me go buy nicer clothing so I didn’t shower after work. That’s my bad. Why don’t I make it up to you?”

“Uh?”

“I mean, this is my fault, right?” Roxie said with a thick layer of feigned innocence, still maintaining an iron grip on Julianna’s hand. “You’re tail’s gonna be all big and fluffy and cumbersome for as long as you stay, ah, worked up. Ssssssooooooo, considering I’ve ensured we’ll have plenty of privacy for the time being, why don’t we just let that excess energy loose real quick?”

“Um-”

“Or not real quick, we’ve got all day~” Before Julianna could reply, Roxie yanked her forward, grabbed the back of her head, and forced her into a kiss.

Roxie was a very good kisser. Really, Julianna should have been objecting more than she was. She didn’t really know what Roxie meant by ensuring they’d have privacy, but they were in a public place. She’d seen other customers milling about, and though she couldn’t see any right at this moment she had enough object permanence to know they had to still be there somewhere, right? But oh man was Roxie a very good kisser. Julianna wasn’t really used to getting this turned on just by locking lips, but to be fair there was a lot more to it than just a kiss. The way Roxie’s boobs pressed against her own, currently more modest pair was delightful and agonizing in equal measure. And speaking of her own boobs, at some point Roxie had slipped her hands under Julianna’s shirt and was squeezing them eagerly. Another hand had slipped its way into Julianna’s pants and was rubbing against her crotch through her panties, while a fourth was pushing her more firmly into the kiss and yet more were holding her arms firmly in place.

In Julianna’s defence, if she were less overwhelmed by libido, she’d probably have noticed that there were way too many hands a lot sooner. As it was, it was the extra pair of prodigious tits pressing into her back that made her notice. She pulled out of the kiss, which Roxie deigned to allow, and took in the fact that there were now three more identical Roxies surrounding her. “Quadruplets?”

“Not quite. Hive mind. One brain, multiple bodies. I can make more if I need to or want to, too.”

“That makes sense, I guess,” Julianna said, fully aware it didn’t really make sense. But it was hardly the weirdest thing she’d encountered in her life. Right now she was mostly concerned with the fact that the other three Roxies were completely naked.

Her boobs, Julianna noticed, were in fact as impressive as she’d estimated. Possibly even moreso, unleashed from the confines of her baggy clothing. Easily twice the size of her head. Big and soft and perfect. She also had wide hips and a nice, fat ass, but the rest of her was surprisingly lithe and athletic, just enough muscle definition to make it clear that she was actually very strong under all those soft, supple curves.

She also, Julianna noted as her throat dried up slightly, had a very impressive horsecock. Or horsecocks, she supposed, considering there were technically four of them. The Roxies on her left and right grinned in unison, guiding her hands down to their respective lengths. Julianna didn’t even need to be fucking told, instinctively grabbing them and beginning to stroke. There was another pressing firmly against her back right along with the tits, and a fourth had slid its way in between her legs and was currently languidly rubbing against her crotch. “Where did your pants go? Where did my pants go?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” Frankly, it was probably magic or something. Right now, Julianna was mostly focused on the sensation of slowly mounting climax. She let out a low groan as she squeezed her thighs around Roxie’s shaft, pressing her wet snatch against it as firmly as possible. It felt really nice, and resulted in that pre-orgasmic pressure building and building and pointedly not releasing.

“Ah, not yet,” one of the Roxies cooed in her ear. “Not ‘til I say so.” Julianna responded with another needy moan, but Roxie ignored her. “I wanna see how big I can make your tail get~ And speakin’ of which, let’s pick up the pace a bit.”

“Wh-” Julianna attempted to ask what Roxie meant by that, but Roxie placed a finger on her lips and shook her head.

“Just go with it, babe. You should feel lucky, normally I’d charge for this!” Roxie pulled her hand away and then snapped her fingers again with a big, eager grin.

There was a moment of silence, like a calm before the storm. That silence was quickly broken by a low, wet, rubbery growl coming from all directions at once. She couldn’t really properly see what was happening given her position. But she could feel it. Feel Roxie’s dick thickening and lengthening in between her legs. Feel it lifting her off the ground as Roxie got taller. Within a few moments, the height difference was such that Julianna was once again wedged into Roxie’s tits. Only moreso because this time she wasn’t just wedged in from one angle but from four. And, thanks to Roxie’s sudden growth spurt, they were notably bigger. And they still reeked of cum. Roxie pressed firmly against her from every direction at once, completely cutting off her access to fresh air and leaving her with nothing but the scent of sex and titflesh and oh god if she could cum she would have by now but she couldn’t and it was torturous.

She opened her mouth and let out a low groan as her tail abruptly doubled in volume. “There we go!” said the rear Roxie, pulling back slightly to wrap Julianna’s tail around herself. “God this is so soft I love it!”

Julianna took advantage of the increased wiggle room to pull her head out of Roxie’s cleavage and take a few deep breaths of air that wasn’t saturated with cum-stank.

“Oh, uh. Sorry. Got a bit carried away there,” one of the Roxies said sheepishly. “I can let you go if you’d prefer.”

Julianna made her opinion on the matter abundantly clear immediately. “Fuck that, I want more,” she said, before diving right back into coon cleavage, motorboating eagerly.

“Oh, well in that case, let’s see how far we can take things!” Roxie said with a grin. “Say, are you into vore?”

Julianna pulled back once again, grinning widely. Maybe this vacation thing was going to be worth it after all.
Delicious and Nutritious

There were certain concessions one had to make when one had tits as big as Derpy’s. Certain doors that were too small for her to fit through, places she just plain ol’ couldn’t go. Physical limitations that she couldn’t overcome without cutting down on the boobmass – which was simply unacceptable. It was just a fact of life that her colossal sweater puppies took up more space than most entire ponies. Each. Though “sweater puppies” was a bit of a misnomer because she mostly just wore bikinis. That was another reality of her boobs; they leaked. A lot. The slightest stimulation ran the risk of setting them off, and if another pony got involved it ran the risk of them getting bigger as well. And so Derpy had to avoid tight, crowded spaces as much as was possible.

Or at least that was the case in theory. But, well, Derpy was only equine, just like everyone else. And, just like everyone else, she had her kinks. And the big one was her boobs being too big to fit in a space that she was in anyway.

To her credit, she tried not to engage in that particular kink too often. It was a bit rude to the various passerby and random strangers that it inherently required. And, while Derpy was certainly a very assertive and forward pony, she wasn’t rude. But, well, sometimes she just needed that very specific kind of stimulation. Nothing else would do; she needed a physical, tangible reminder that she was fucking huge. And what better way to get that physical, tangible reminder than to go into a space that was just plain ol’ too fucking small for her and just fucking existing.

The first step was to pick a place. Somewhere with limited space and lots of people. An exceptionally busy shopping mall was a good one, but Ponyville wasn’t super close to any malls so it wasn’t convenient and anyway she couldn’t predict how busy any given store would be on any given day. Which was important because this wasn’t exactly something she could engage in on a daily basis. Or even a weekly basis. So she preferred a more consistent venue, which is why this time she’d decided on a train. Normally that was just the end of it. She bought a ticket, got on a train, and then just waited until she was satisfied she’d been enough of a nuisance to get off a bit. But sometimes even that wasn’t enough for her needs. Sometimes she needed to be a bit more... proactive.

This was one of those times.

The train was not particularly crowded, but that was fine. It was a Saturday morning, it had all day to get crowded and she didn’t plan on leaving any time soon. The good news was that it was exactly crowded enough that she could justify electing to stand rather than sit, and also that there were a bunch of people who had elected to sit rather than stand. Derpy manoeuvred her way through the train, putting in exactly enough effort into dodging other ponies that she didn’t quite succeed but it looked like she was trying her best, before settling on a victim.

Ugh, she really didn’t like using that word. But, unfortunately, it was the right word. There was no denying that she was kind of the asshole in this situation. But that was something she could feel guilty about later. Right now she was more focused on the pony she’d decided to make use of. They had to be sitting, and obviously she’d prefer someone attractive. She’d decided on an athletic looking pegasus with bluish green fur and a yellow mane. She was buff but not too buff. Which Derpy could see because, much like herself, the pegasus mare wasn’t wearing much in the way of clothing. Just a sports bra and some daisy dukes that were just tight enough to dig in slightly to surprisingly ample hips and ass and tits. Not even comparable to Derpy’s massive milkers, of course, but impressive in their own right. Were they not juxtaposed against a literal freak of nature Derpy might even go so far as to call them huge.

And, as a nice little bonus, there was a sizable bulge in the crotch of her daisy dukes, too. Not likely to come into play, but there was always the chance she might turn out to enjoy this and want to come home with her for some more.

Derpy quickly settled into position, looming over the smaller mare – whoever she was looked to be fairly tall, but generally speaking in any given comparison there was going to be more of Derpy than there was of any given other pony short of Princess Celestia herself. There was a moment of silence while the pegasus continued to focus on her phone, not quite noticing Derpy at first. Eventually a frown spread across her face and she looked up. “Excuse me, could you-” whatever words the stranger had dried up as she made eye-contact with Derpy’s mountains.

“Sorry,” Derpy said with feigned innocence. “Not enough space to sit.” That was a lie – there were still plenty of seats free. If the other pony pressed her on that front she’d feign concern for any potential elderly or handicapped ponies who might get on in the near future. “I can move, if you want?” This was her extending an Out. If the other pony elected to have Derpy stay in their personal space, it was tantamount to consent. Or at least that’s what helped her sleep at night.

The other pony’s frown deepened. She didn’t look angry, per se, though. More... conflicted, especially with the way her face had flushed slightly. “... Fine, whatever, it’s almost my stop.”

“Thank you!” Derpy replied, before settling back into silence for now. The other mare continued to frown, but sort of returned her attention to her phone. Sort of, because she very obviously kept stealing glances at Derpy’s scantily clad tits. That was partially an intended effect on Derpy’s part – she liked the sensation of eyes on her body. But also it was another necessity of her anatomy. She was a growing girl, after all, and she could only afford to buy bikinis that fit so often.

The train lurched to life, the inertia setting her tits wobbling slightly. With a smirk, Derpy leaned forward ever so slightly, leaving even less clearance between the stranger’s face and her chest. “Um,” the turquoise mare said, her voice tinged with annoyance and also something else. “A little breathing room, please?”

“Hm? Did you say something?” Of course, that was a lie. Derpy knew exactly what the stranger had said.

“... Never mind.” The stranger’s slight blush turned outright furious as she tried to look anywhere besides Derpy’s cleavage – a difficult task considering it was inches away from engulfing her head. Swaying gently, back and forth. Almost hypnotically. She swallowed heavily, leaning back in the hard plastic seat in a futile attempt to gain some more breathing room when faced with the enormity of Derpy’s tits. She had, at this point, abandoned any pretense of fiddling with her phone, and after a moment of what was probably thought, she slid slightly in her seat in an equally futile attempt to reach her bag, which sat on the floor in between the two mares.

It quickly became clear to her that that wasn’t gonna work, or at least not without her leaving her seat entirely. No, if she wanted her bag, she was going to have to lean forward.

Which was a problem because Derpy was in the way.

“Um, could you please-”

“No.”

“Oh.” Pretense had been abandoned, it seemed. “It’s just-”

“I know. You can reach it without me moving.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to-”

“Yes you do,” Derpy interrupted again. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.”

“... Right.” The stranger swallowed heavily – at this point Derpy couldn’t really get a good look at her face, but she could hear her swallowing before carefully leaning down and forward in an attempt to get at her bag without burying her face in Derpy’s boobs.

An attempt that was also futile, as Derpy picked that exact moment to pretend there’d been a bump in the tracks and collapse forward on top of her. “Oh, my,” she said. “Somepony’s being assertive. You could have just asked, dear~”

“I’m- I...” the smaller mare stuttered slightly. “Oh Celestia they’re so big.”

“And they’re all yours for now~”

“It, um. It really is almost my stop, ma’am.”

“I know. I just don’t care. And I don’t think you do either.” Derpy leaned in closer, reaching down to grab the stranger’s hands and slip them under her bikini. “If you really want to leave, I won’t stop you. But I don’t think you do.”

“... No, I don’t,” the stranger muttered before leaning deeper into Derpy’s cleavage and beginning to squeeze her nipples.

“Good girl,” Derpy cooed. “Get momma Derpy nice an’ warmed up before mealtime.”

“M-mealtime? Wait, you don’t-”

She didn’t need to finish her sentence. The stimulation from her nimble, athletic hands and the way her body was pressing into them was enough stimulation to get a good trickle going. Of course, a trickle by Derpy standards was gallons by normal pony standards. And this was just the beginning.

“What’s your name, dear?”

“It-it’s Lightning Dust, ma’am.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dusty. I’m Derpy Hooves, but you can call me Mommy.”

Dust swallowed heavily. “Y-yes, mommy.”

“Now,” Derpy said, licking her lips eagerly as she leaned back just enough to let out Dust’s head. Still gently holding the smaller mare’s hands, Derpy used them to move her bikini top out of the way and unleash leaky nipples onto the world. “Drink up and grow nice and big and strong for momma.”

“I- I- oooooh fuuuuuuuck~” Dust groaned in response. There was a loud tearing sound as the zipper of her daisy dukes failed miserably and something big and long and thick emerged, sliding in between Derpy’s boobs and out the top. It was a darker green than Dust’s fur, and drooled a thick stream of cloudy precum that was very nearly a match for Derpy’s own milk output in terms of volume.

And, as Derpy stared at it, it slowly pulsed bigger.

The smaller pegasus let out a low groan, no longer capable of coherent sentences. Her body slipped into autopilot, reflexively thrusting her hips to titfuck the massive mounds of flesh her cock was wedged between. “Aaaaahngggg~” she moaned, in conjunction with a spurt of precum.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Derpy cooed gently as she leaned into the massive leaky flare, licking her lips hungrily. “You just drink up, momma’s gonna kiss it and make it aaaaall better~”

With that, all of the buildup was over. Derpy took Dust’s shaft into her mouth and began titfucking in earnest, while Dust quickly did the same to one of Derpy’s teats and suckled eagerly.

That was enough stimulation and enough intimacy for Derpy’s condition to kick in. There was a tightness. A warmth. A fullness as her production began to outstrip her output and how much storage she had and her boobs began to grow. And grow. And grow.

And they weren’t the only things that grew. When Derpy had told Dust to drink up and grow big and strong, that hadn’t been entirely euphemistic. Ever since the... incident with Twilight, her milk had gotten significantly more nutritious than it already was. Everything a growing filly needed to grow big and strong. And if you weren’t growing anymore, you would. The effects were sadly not permanent, but usually they lasted just long enough to have some fun.

Dust’s body let out a low creaking noise as her bones lengthened and thickened from all that calcium. There was a low rubbery stretching sound as she got taller, and as more flesh blossomed into existence. Her already ample chest quickly began to strain against her sports bra as her own milk production started to kick in. Her hips widened and her ass swelled and her muscles went from defined to bulging.

And, most pointedly, her balls swelled even more rapidly than Derpy’s tits. They went from cantaloupes to the size of her head and then bigger with no sign of stopping as their cum production kicked into high gear. Fat and fertile and aching for release into the nearest fertile mare.

Which Derpy was perfectly fine with. She was probably going to have to pay to replace the train car once they outgrew it, but she could pretty easily afford that at this point – her milk sold for a lot, it turned out. And anyway, it had been a while since she’d gotten a good breeding. She kind of liked the idea of a foal or two or ten. Or more. Lots more.

After all, there was more than enough milk to go around.
Footjob Parlour

Lilly was not particularly used to travelling. Or really to going outside of the comfort of her own home. Her childhood had been somewhat troubled, and after being plucked out of a not very good home life her adoptive parent had overcorrected somewhat. So the end result was her, here and now, in her thirties and out on her own for the very first time. The reason; she was going to be meeting up with a long-time penpal and internet friend in real life for the first time. Which was, frankly, terrifying. Lilly wasn’t used to dealing with people face-to-face, or at least not ones she wasn’t related to.

And so here she was, in a big, unfamiliar city. She wasn’t used to playing the tourist, and she certainly wasn’t used to being out and about on her own. There were a lot of people and it was very loud and she kind of hated it. Her friend had promised they’d mostly just stay inside and talk – apparently she hated crowds about as much as Lilly found herself hating crowds. But there were still a few hours until they were to meet up and in the meantime Lilly had to do something with herself. In retrospect, that something probably should have involved just staying in her hotel room and waiting until her friend got off of work. But, well, Lilly had greatly underestimated just how loud and crowded the big city would be. Her initial plan had been to stop by the Haversham Building – which was, she was told, very impressive – but that plan had been quickly discarded when she realized that An Actual Tourist Destination would be even more crowded and loud and miserable. So she’d come up with a plan B.

Plan B consisted of finding somewhere quiet and out of the way to wait out the time until she had to go visit her friend. Maybe help to deal with some of the stress that had resulted from the crowds and the louds. She’d busted out her phone and googled local massage parlours and had settled on one that got good enough reviews. It also apparently specifically catered to rabbits, which was good because she was a rabbit. All the reviews were four or five stars, and there were enough reviews that it was a decent sample size. That was good enough for her, and so she’d quickly brought up a map and made her way to it.

There was a large part of her that was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She was sheltered, yes, but she wasn’t a fucking idiot. She knew, intellectually, that no matter how glowing a place’s reviews were, there was always the very large chance that it would turn out to be a creepy, skeevy hole. Lilly was fundamentally not an optimistic person, and she’d heard enough horror stories about the big city that she wasn’t going to get her hopes up.

The place looked nice at least. Clean. At least on the outside it wasn’t scuzzy or skeevy or any other adjective for disreputable she could think of. The name was a bit of a red flag – Paws for Effect – but she wasn’t entirely sure what it was a red flag for. Still, it looked nice enough and the smells of lavender and incense and scented oils that suffused the air around the entrance had already taken some of the edge off. Maybe, just maybe, this was actually a good idea on Lilly’s part. Maybe.

That optimism completely evaporated when she actually entered the parlour and was immediately greeted with a naked rabbit with a calico fur pattern having a loud orgasm. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” The woman cried as she writhed in the large, soft looking massage chair. Specifically, a paw massage. There were two masseuses, both extremely curvy and also extremely naked, one per paw. They squeezed and rubbed with both hands, milking out climax after climax from the customer.

“Ah,” Lilly said. “Nope.” She immediately turned around and left the building. Or, rather, that had been the plan. A wrench had been thrown into the plan when she found herself colliding facefirst with a very large person’s soft tum. Soft enough that she ended up bouncing off of it entirely and landing on her butt on the floor.

“Oh, my! Are you alright, young lady?” The woman Lilly had collided with was another rabbit – and a very large one. As really was obvious given Lilly was face-level with her stomach. Lilly wasn’t a small person either. Just about average at five foot nine. The stranger had to be at least nine feet tall by comparison. But that wasn’t really what Lilly meant when she said the stranger was large. She wasn’t just tall, she was massive. Her hips were wider than some people, her breasts were like boulders packed into her tight blouse, her ass was visible from the front, and her stomach had just enough padding to just barely cross the line from chubby to actually kind of fat. Not that Lilly particularly minded – it just helped add to the extreme milf vibes the woman had going on.

What didn’t add to the extreme milf vibes was the bulge in the woman’s tight-fitting mom jeans that had to be almost as big if not quite possibly bigger than Lilly’s entire fucking body.

“Oh, dear,” the woman said, resting her chin on her hand. “Melon, Grape, you know you’re supposed to keep that kind of massage to the back rooms. Look, you almost scared off a customer.”

“Sorry, Momma,” the two masseuses said in unison.

“Come on,” the woman (who appeared to be the owner) said, reaching down and helping Lilly up. “Let’s take this somewhere a bit more private and I’ll make it up to you with some personal attention. On the house.”

“O-oh, um.” Lilly’s immediate instinct was to say no and run away to somewhere that wasn’t clearly a thinly veiled brothel with a paw fetish gimmick. But, well, Lilly had never been the most assertive person. And besides, she was still very much a bun and still had a bunny libido and said bunny libido was very loudly and insistently demanding that she not pass this opportunity by. Honestly, she had kind of been hoping to save her daily allotment of horny for if her visit went exceedingly well. She’d not really held any illusions of that being the case, of course. Hope springs eternal, but ultimately she found it highly doubtful that this person she’d never met in person would be down to fuck, or even that she herself would be down to fuck when the chips were down because she was ultimately kind of an awkward loser.

Besides, she was a bun. Horny was not in short supply for her.

And so she just sort of allowed the larger woman to lead her through into a back room. “My name’s Cherry Bunsen, by the way,” she said with a warm smile. A bit on the nose, considering her bright red fur, but somehow Lilly couldn’t bring herself to comment. “Oh, but most people call me Momma.”

“So you aren’t those girls’ mother?” Lilly said, immediately realizing it was kind of a stupid question.

Cherry laughed slightly in response. “I’m barely in my 30s, dear. I think Melon might be older than me.”

“Oh.”

“Now, then, on to business. Let it not be said that Paws for Effect Footjob Parlour And Day Spa isn’t hospitable to its clientele!”

“Um... Don’t you mean foot rub parlour?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

The room was fairly large – it had to be, Lilly supposed, considering how fucking massive Cherry was. The whole place was large, likely for the same reason, but somehow the private room felt exceptional. There were a lot of things in it – a hot tub, several different massage tables for different kinds of massage, a pool filled with a reddish-brown sludge, lots of cupboards and cabinets that presumably contained various scented oils and ointments and incense and other such spa ephemera. It was extremely dim, because the only light sources were scented candles scattered around the room. “This bed, please,” Cherry said, gesturing to what really seemed more like a chair, albeit a chair designed for you to basically lie down in. “Ah, and of course your clothing comes off first.”

“Um-”

Before Lilly could fully object, Cherry interrupted. “We don’t want your lovely outfit getting all the oils and ointments and... other things all over it, after all.”

“Right, of course,” Lilly said, knowing full well that was just an excuse and it was mostly a sex thing. Cherry did have a point, though, and frankly it was well past the point where she could justify being obstinate. She obediently removed her simple tee shirt and shorts, followed by her underwear. Lilly had a relatively average figure, which stood out in this city where it seemed like everyone was some kind of sexual extreme. Still, she was fairly attractive in her own right if she said so herself.

Of course, Cherry kind of put her to shame. “Sit,” the larger woman ordered. Lilly obeyed, of course, for the same reason she’d taken her clothing off. The table, or chair, or something in between, was designed in such a way that she couldn’t really sit in it without spreading her legs and lifting her feet slightly, giving a somewhat uncomfortably good view of her crotch. While Lilly attempted to make herself comfortable, Cherry went over to a cabinet and removed a glass bottle of some sort of lotion. “Hm, looks like this is the last of it we’ve got. Going to have to have the girls make some more.” With a nod to herself, she placed the bottle onto a small table with wheels on the legs, followed by several other bottles. Once she was done with that, she turned and walked over to the massage table, bringing the side table with her. “Would you be a dear and lift your right leg, please? My left.”

“Okay,” Lilly said, doing so. Cherry deftly placed a hand under her heel, holding it up while her other hand deftly applied a dollop of lotion. The thick, slightly off-white goop made her skin tingle slightly beneath her fur. “Mnh.”

“Just relax, dear,” Cherry cooed as she started to rub the lotion in. God, it felt good. Like, weirdly good. Rabbit feet were, as was fairly common knowledge, something of an erogenous zone. But it usually took more than a light footrub to get her quite this riled up. Cherry’s hands were big enough to practically envelop every inch of Lilly’s paws each – and Lilly was a bun so her paws weren’t exactly small. Cherry squeezed and groped and rubbed, and every slight motion of her hands sent chills down her spine and sparks of electricity up her leg directly to exactly where sparks of electricity tend to go to in this kind of context.

And this was just one paw.

“How are you feeling, dear?” Lilly opened her mouth in a futile attempt to respond – all she could manage was slow, ragged breathing. “Well, that’s good. Unfortunately, that was the last of our supply of that particular lotion.”

“Oh.” Lilly had intense mixed feelings on that. It felt like kind of a let down not to get her other paw tended to, and she’d not actually... finished just yet.

“Don’t worry, this just means we have an excuse to make more,” Cherry said, grinning eagerly. “You’ll like making more. Trust me.”

“I will?”

“Absolutely.” Cherry pulled away from Lilly, prompting a pitiful moan from the smaller bun. She loomed up and up and up, quickly reminding Lilly that she was like nine fucking feet tall. “This will just take a moment,” she said, turning away from Lilly and fiddling with the bottles on the table. The soft clatter of glass against glass as she did whatever it was she was doing was mostly drowned out by the overwhelming arousal. She still hadn’t actually gotten to finish yet, and her head was left swimming as a result.

“There we go. Now we just need to mix the ingredients up and then, ah, produce the finished lotion.” Cherry turned to face Lilly, in the process setting all her numerous very large and very soft bits jiggling tantalizingly – most pointedly, that absolutely enormous bulge which at this point was practically eye level. “That’s where you come in, dear.”

“I do?”

“Yes,” Cherry said, reaching down and undoing the button on her mom jeans.

W H U D.

It was, as expected, fucking huge. Bigger than Lilly’s entire body – hell, quite possibly bigger than Cherry’s entire body. And it was resting right fucking on top of Lilly. “Well? Don’t just lie there, dear, get to work. The ‘lotion’ isn’t going to make itself~”

Lilly swallowed heavily. This had gone well, well, well beyond the point where she was comfortable. Really, if she’d had her way she would have left around the time of the public orgasm. As it was, she got the impression that if she really wanted to leave, she could. She just wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to leave. On the one hand, she wasn’t entirely comfortable with having sex with a stranger. Especially a stranger who very clearly wasn’t a normal human – disregarding her size (which could be explained with magic) and her unnatural colours (which could be dyed), her flesh felt weird. Soft and warm and sticky and... Gooey? Yeah, that sounded about right. Like it wasn’t entirely solid, sort of reminiscent of jello.

Of course, on the other hand, she didn’t really get the impression she was in any danger or anything like that. She wasn’t gonna get eaten, she didn’t think, or else Cherry would have eaten her already. Most people of a more monstery persuasion didn’t make a habit of eating random strangers alive because shockingly that was extremely illegal. That was generally enough to dissuade people from any kind of non-consensual and-slash-or permanent vore, but... well, there was always that lingering risk. Still, she didn’t get that vibe from Cherry. Possibly because she was just too sheltered to notice, but she didn’t really care. At this point, her lapine libido had thoroughly taken the wheel and she was just along for the ride. Already she’d wrapped her body around Cherry’s massive meat and was grinding against it with all her admittedly extremely limited might in a desperate attempt to milk out some copious amount of lotion.

And so she resigned herself to her fate, only hoping that it wouldn’t take too long. She did, after all, have somewhere to be. Hopefully Vicky would be understanding of the extenuating circumstances.
Disciplinary Action

“Do you know why I called you into my office today, young lady?”

Leah did not respond, which was unfortunately not particularly surprising. She would not be in the principal’s office were it not for her serious, persistent behavioural issues. Mostly in relation to her clothing – and, more specifically, her lack thereof. The school’s dress code wasn’t exactly strict, which made it baffling how Leah insisted on pushing the boundaries as far as she could. Showing off as much fur as possible in a blatant advertisement of her sexuality.

Which was, really, the core of the issue. This was a relatively new development. When she was younger, Leah had been a perfectly normal student. But then, sometime in the middle of junior year, she had evolved. Gone was the softspoken and petite Buneary. Behavioural issues were typical among students who evolved young. Even adults tended to notice significant personality changes on evolution. Between the rush of power, the typically vast increase in size, and changes in hormone balances and brain chemistry, it was no wonder that you’d typically go mad with power for a while. Zoe still remembered her own evolution from a Zorua to a Zoroark being an ordeal, and that had happened in her 30s. Without factoring in Teenager Hormones and Teenager Psychology and Teenager Libido.

Leah had one hell of a teenager libido. If the rumours were to be believed, she spent more time having sex than in class. Her raw size as a fully evolved pokemon meant that most of her classmates, all unvevolved, didn’t really have much of a choice if she decided that she wanted to have her way with them because she was almost twice the size of the tallest of them. More concerningly, the rumours also said she’d fucked quite a lot of the faculty. Which simply wouldn’t do. Not at all. After all, while the dress code wasn’t particularly strict, the rules regarding student-teacher sexual relations absolutely were.

Of course, as stated before, even though the dress code wasn’t strict, Leah still managed to not meet it. Clothing was a generous term for her typical outfit – it was just barely more than lingerie. Up top, a sports bra that struggled to contain her head sized tits and showed off more than a hint of nipple. Down south, a skirt that was really more of a strip of fabric paired with a candy red thong that rode high on her ample hips. By comparison, Zoe’s simple business casual, which normally pushed the envelope of acceptable work attire, instead was practically a nun’s habit. To say nothing of the frankly a bit too thickly caked on makeup. Not exactly unusual among girls of Leah’s particular disposition, of course. But... Well, Zoe wasn’t entirely convinced she was intentionally going for that vibe so much as she’d not quite figured out putting on makeup yet. Eighteen and libidinous she may have been, but barely a year ago she’d been four feet tall and bookish.

“Like, can I go now?”

“No. You’re being punished, young lady.”

“Ugh, this is a waste of my time,” Leah muttered sullenly. She had elected to stand – Zoe’s office was built with a fully evolved Zoroark’s size in mind, but the seating was designed for high school students. Who, again, typically didn’t evolve quite so early. “I’m failing math and I’ve got an appointment to deal with that.”

“Your makeup session with Professor Simmons can wait, young lady.”

“Yeah, sure, ‘makeup’.” Leah rolled her eyes. “He ain’t much of a stud, but an A is an A even if he’s barely a foot. Gonna hafta stop by gym and play around with Coach Michaels for a bit if I want any kinda satisfaction.”

“Young lady, there are rules about students having sexual relations with teachers.”

“I’m eighteen, aren’t I? I can fuck anyone I want so long as they’re not freshmen or something.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re the age of consent, that’s not the problem, it’s-”

“I don’t fucking care, you dried up old bitch. Maybe if you got a good dicking you’d be less of a fuckin’ prude. Assuming you could even fit a cock in there around the massive stick up your ass.”

Zoe frowned. This was, frankly, more than enough. “At this point, we’ve given the traditional disciplinary measures more than enough tries. I believe it’s time for a different tactic to get you to obey the rules.”

“Pft, I’d like to see you try, bitch.” Leah rolled her eyes once more with a smug smirk. “What are you gonna do, expel me? As if you’d dare remove the minuscule amount of authority you have from the equation.”

“I have something a little different in mind, young lady,” Zoe replied coolly. “Come around to this side of the desk, please.”

“Oh?” Leah said, her smirk somehow managing to get smugger. “Are you perhaps considering taking my advise? Well, fine by me. I’ve not done it with a lady before but I’d be happy to blow you under the table if it means you’ll stop fucking bitching about my clothing all the-”

“Don’t think that my polite wording means I was making a request. Here. Now.” Zoe pushed her simple office chair backwards, creating more room for the Lopunny student to get under her desk. “And since you’ve figured out the nature of your punishment, we can skip to the part where you, as you so eloquently put it, blow me under the table.”

“O-oh,” Leah said, briefly taken off guard by how forward the principal was suddenly being, especially in contrast to her earlier sticking up for the rules. “Well, okay then, if you’re gonna be impatient.” Leah quickly made her way around the desk. When she’d been younger, the principal’s desk had been the most intimidating thing in the world. Of course it was; the principal was almost thirteen feet tall and so naturally her desk was enormous. Of course, currently Leah was no longer younger and no longer only four feet tall. It was much less intimidating now that she herself was eleven foot nine. She was no longer afraid of the old bitch.

Or at least she’d thought she wasn’t. Something about this situation set off old instincts she’d thought were gone as a result of her evolution. A deep, profound anxiety in the pit of her stomach, screaming at her that it was time to fight or to flight. Of course, neither of those were really options anymore, especially now that she’d actually gotten under the desk. The point of no return had been well and truly passed by and whatever was going to happen was going to happen now.

Still, she had to admit that Zoe was pretty hot. For a dried up old bitch, at least. Hot enough that it had mostly overrode the instinctual panic and she’d gotten under the table. From this angle she could get a pretty good look at the principal’s lower body, which had previously been obscured by the desk. She wore fairly simple, if somewhat tight-fitting business casual. Nothing too risque aside from the fishnet stockings that showed off probably more fur than was appropriate and the skirt that was slightly too close to being mini. Mini enough that when she spread her thick thighs it gave Leah a good look at a candy red thong that honestly wasn’t too dissimilar from her own underwear. The skirt creaked slightly as it strained from the movement – which, now that Leah thought of it, was a bit... odd. Had her clothing always been that unreasonably tight? How did she manage to move around the school without giving people an eyeful? Her concerns were confirmed when she looked up as best as she could and saw the way her top was also straining against her tits which it absolutely hadn’t been before.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Zoe said, her tone of voice almost comically oblivious to what was in the process of happening. “I thought you were going to remove the massive stick up my ass by blowing me under the table?”

“R-right, sorry,” Leah replied. Her confident facade had started to falter, and she quickly made an attempt to put it back up again. “I-I mean, I’ll blow you when I blow you, bitch.”

“Once again, you seem to be under the impression that this is a polite request, young lady.”

“Fine, whatever,” Leah muttered as she tried to quickly work out the logistics of blowing a lady – like she’d said, she’d never actually been with another girl before. She didn’t really have the time to actually work out how to eat her teacher out, though, so she just closed her eyes and dove right in, hoping that it would work out on its own.

It did not work out on its own. Leah’s attempt to dive right in was thwarted by... something that didn’t appear to actually be there but which her face bumped into anyway before getting near to the principal’s panties. “Oh, right, silly me, forgetting to turn off my Illusion first~”

It was like a jump cut in real life. One moment Zoe was wearing clothing and the next she wasn’t and also had an absolutely massive penis. It had to be the size of one of her fucking legs, bright red with a tapered head that widened into a big fat knot the size of her fucking head at the base. And it wasn’t even fucking hard yet.

“Don’t just sit there, suck it,” Zoe ordered. “You’re in quite a lot of trouble as it is, but I’m willing to forgive it if you rectify your mistake.”

“Mistake?”

“As I said earlier, the rules regarding student-teacher sexual relations are very strict, and you have repeatedly and flagrantly broken the most important of them.”

Leah was having a difficult time thinking straight. Her mind was overwhelmed by the thick musk that was emanating from Zoe’s throbbing meat. She just barely managed to muster up any kind of coherency. “W-what rule?” was the last thing she managed to say, even as she subconsciously leaned in, mouth open and drooling.

“The Principal gets first dibs on breeding any sluts.”

With that, Leah closed the gap and took as much of Zoe’s hardening shaft into her mouth as she was capable of. Which wasn’t a lot, really. In spite of her bragging she didn’t really have much experience with cocks larger than a few feet – and Zoe was very much larger than a few feet. Considering the sheer scale of her body, it was likely that her cock was bigger than most of the student body.

Fortunately (or possibly unfortunately, Leah hadn’t really decided her opinion on the situation just yet) Zoe quickly lent a helping hand and roughly shoved her all the way down the remainder of the length, knot included. Leah let out a choked gurgling noise in response, immediately terrified for her ability to breathe.

“Shut up. You’ve made your bed, now you must lie in it.” Zoe gently stroked the Lopunny’s long, soft ears. “Mnff, I’m going to put the Illusion back up in the meantime, yourself included. It wouldn’t do for my work to be interrupted after all, and I don’t want any of our younger students accidentally walking in on me reducing you to a spherical state. Don’t worry, I’ll let you out once my work day ends at... Oh, about eight thirty or so?” Leah cringed internally – the schoolday had only been going for a few hours, and eight thirty pm was a very long way off. “At which point I will be free to give you a proper breeding~”

Leah swallowed (or did her best to, considering her position.) It was going to be a very, very long day.
Cat vs Dog

“So you’re absolutely sure you wanna do this, right?”

“Hell yeah I am.”

A chilly early spring breeze blew through the outdoor arena. Neither girl seemed to particularly care in spite of the fact that neither was wearing particularly much clothing. Ursula had removed her jacket, leaving her upper body clad only in a blue-green sports bra, and was wearing shorts instead of her usual jeans. Carrie’s own outfit covered slightly more ground than her opponent’s – though that wasn’t to say it was more modest. Ursula’s outfit was extremely utilitarian, while the cat’s was pretty clearly designed to be sexy. Both girls were fairly sweaty after warming up, in spite of the cold weather, but Ursula’s top hadn’t been rendered transparent enough for her understickers to be visible as a result. Black fabric clung tightly to the natural curvature of Carrie’s body, both her muscles and her boobs. Speaking of boobs, it also had a probably more generous than was strictly necessary neckline. Though, to be fair, the same could be said of Ursula’s sports bra. Carrie’s boobs were just so fucking big that it was a lot more noticeable. Not Erin levels of big, but Erin’s boobs were somewhat of an unfair point of comparison. Ursula’s were not nearly as big, was the point. She had also traded in her usual purple hair bow for a black one, along with black wristbands, black pants (equally as tight-fitting as her top, though less transparent, and black shoes. Which was frankly already far more effort put into her workout fashion than Ursula bothered to put into outfits for special occasions.

“You’re sure.”

“What, are you scared you’re gonna lose?”

“No. The opposite, actually.”

“Come on,” Carrie said, jumping eagerly from one foot to the other. “You remember how the last time we actually fought went, right?”

“Boxing isn’t the same as actual fighting. And anyway the way our last real fight went is exactly why I’m worried.” Ursula replied with a weary sigh.

“Look, there were extenuating circumstances that led to a tie. I just wanna see who would win in an actual proper fight.”

“No, we tied because our specific superpowers inherently result in every fight being an agonizing slog.”

As much as Carrie hated to admit it, Ursula had a point. Carrie was invulnerable so long as she kept as still as possible, while Ursula could see up to ten seconds into the future. Carrie was, as much as she hated to admit it, kind of terrible at boxing. In a sport that was about clever footwork, dodging and weaving and waiting for openings, Carrie liked to just sort of stand there getting punched in the boob before countering with one big punch. Lather, rinse, repeat as necessary until her opponent (usually Jessalynn) went down – or, more often, just sort of left. Ursula’s power, meanwhile, fought almost exclusively by dodging and weaving and taking small openings. And her futuresight made her extremely good at not being where her opponent’s fists were going to be and at finding advantageous openings, seeing through feints, that sort of thing.

The problem was that as a direct result of each girl’s specific fighting style neither of them was particularly inclined to take the first move. And honestly even if Ursula did decide to start throwing punches, there were never any openings for Carrie to counterattack and her own attacks didn’t do anything. And, while Ursula was very strong, if Carrie decided to take the lead, Ursula’s favoured hit and run tactics weren’t enough to break through Carrie’s defences.

“Okay, fine then. How about no superpowers.”

“Deciding to forego superpowers is exactly why our last fight ended in a tie,” Ursula countered. To be more specific, they had made the admittedly ill-advised decision to headbutt each other with all their strength and had promptly passed out as a result. Carrie had passed out second, but honestly counting that as a win on her part would be kind of a bitch move.

“Okay, uhhhh, how about no headbutting then?”

“Headbutting is already against the rules, dude.”

“Oh.”

“How much do you actually know about boxing?”

“Plenty!” Carrie lied. “Anyway, if headbutting is already illegal then I don’t see the problem. We just punch each other until one of us can’t punch back, right? Easy.”

“Hooooofa.”

“Don’t you hoofa me.”

“I’ll stop hoofaing when you stop saying things worthy of hoofa.”

“Ugh,” Carrie grunted, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. “Look. We’re not gonna get anywhere just standing here talking about how this is a bad idea.”

“Yeah lets just skip to the part where we’ve both decided common sense can go fuck itself and start punching each other already.”

“Hell yeah.”

Both girls shifted their weight slightly, effortlessly transitioning from casually standing around to being ready to throw the fuck down. Ursula stepped forward slightly, putting her right foot forward and turning her left foot to be slightly perpendicular. Her knees bent slightly and her back straight, she lifted her fists into a ready position. Carrie, meanwhile, lowered her body and bent her knees. “You know boxing isn’t wrestling, right?”

“We can call it MMA.”

“Fine, fine, whatever. Don’t blame me when this turns into a shitshow. Again.”

“And just to be clear, no superpowers and no headbutting or anything that’d make the fight boring.”

“What did you just say about standing here talkin’? Come the fuck at me.”

“You come at me,” Carrie retorted.

“Oh my god fine I’ll come at you whatever I don’t even care anymore I just want someone to come at someone else already.”

Ursula took several quick steps forward. Throwing the first punch meant giving the advantage to Carrie, but Ursula was fairly confident that wouldn’t be enough to decide the bout. They were about equally strong, especially when not factoring in inkling superpowers, so this fight was going to be a pure contest of skill. Knowledge of their own chosen fighting style would be crucial, as would be knowledge of their opponent’s fighting style. And, frankly, it looked like Ursula knew wrestling far better than Carrie knew boxing.

Carrie’s natural disposition and Arus’s powers meant the cat was predisposed to slow, heavy swings, and as a result her movements were slow and predictable. Which was good because Ursula didn’t have nearly Carrie’s level of stamina – she could give hits but not take them. That meant that without inking up she could probably only take one, maybe two solid hits before going down. The grapples were also obviously dangerous for similar reasons. She could probably break free, given enough effort on her part, but she doubted that it’d be easy, and in the meantime she’d be open to being thrown – or just fucking suplexed, at which point she might as well throw in the fucking towel entirely. If one or two punches could take her out, a suplex was flat out a losing condition.

Luckily, Ursula had a lot of advantages. She was big, for a start. Bigger than Carrie by almost a full foot, which meant she had longer reach. She was also fast. Dodging wasn’t quite going to be a hard counter to Carrie’s slow but powerful blows the way it would be if she was using Delphi’s futuresight to outright know where every blow was coming. She still had to execute the dodges, and there was always the chance the cat might do something to catch her off guard. But Ursula could deal with that. She’d fought tough opponents before, and Carrie wasn’t the only one with tricks up her sleeve.

Ursula charged directly forward, right into the danger zone. It was a risky move, and honestly probably a stupid one. But, in her experience, opponents didn’t expect the risky, stupid move. Even Carrie would probably be caught off guard by an outright bum rush, which hopefully meant she wouldn’t guess the actual plan. Ursula lowered her body slightly, putting all her weight behind her right shoulder which was aimed directly at Carrie.

The cat took the bait, shifting her stance ever so slightly in preparation to grab Ursula. Which would probably have worked had Ursula actually been planning on following through with her shoulder charge. Instead, she stopped as short of Carrie’s reach as she could afford, using the leftover momentum to propel her knee directly into Carrie’s gut.

“Ogh!” Carrie grunted, stumbling backwards slightly. “Low blow!”

“This is MMA, not boxing, remember?” Ursula tried not to focus too much on the banter, instead keeping up the pressure. If she let up even slightly, that would give her opponent the time to mount a big counterattack – or worse, a counter grab. She shifted her weight and threw a right hook at Carrie’s jaw, fist colliding hard with the cat’s face.

Carrie stumbled backwards, stunned and bent over, which left her wide open for a big finisher. Ursula pulled back, putting all her weight and power behind a left uppercut.

Which probably would have finished the fight right there had Ursula not severely miscalculated where she was aiming. Because of their relative heights and the way she was bent over, the uppercut managed to collide with Carrie’s right boob. And, unfortunately for Ursula, while Carrie wasn’t invulnerable, her boobs still provided plenty of natural padding and so what was supposed to be a finisher instead bounced off harmlessly and left her exactly in grappling range.

Carrie lunged forward with a surprising amount of speed. Slow and powerful her fighting style may have been under normal circumstances, that didn’t mean she was completely incapable of moving quickly when the situation called for it. Ursula was still off balance from the failed uppercut, so when Carrie collided with her abs, wrapped her arms around her torso, and shoved, it was more than enough to completely knock the larger canine over onto her back. Hard – she found herself bouncing slightly from the force of the collision with the ring’s floor. The impact left her stunned, which was bad because if she didn’t recover soon-

Well, no, the time to recover had passed. Carrie’s fist had already pulled all the way back and was making its way towards her face. She made an attempt to roll out of the way, but it didn’t really work because Carrie was on top of her and so she ended up taking a powerful bow directly to the skull.

“Okay, yeah. I give.”

“Aw, what, come on. You can’t just surrender like that, that’s lame.”

“Ain’t no way I’m taking another punch like that an’ staying conscious,” Ursula replied, her body splaying out as Carrie got up and off of her. “Oof, my vision’s still kinda spinnin’.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly a slouch yourself,” Carrie replied, making a futile attempt to nurse her face and her gut and her boobs all at once.

“I can pack a punch when I wanna.”

“Yeah,” Carrie replied, rolling over and splaying out herself. “Usually when I do boxing stuff with Jessalynn it’s with Inkling powers on. ‘s kinda easy to forget that getting punched in the boob stings like a motherfucker.”

“And you’re familiar with getting punched in the boob?” Ursula asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, duh, they’re kinda the biggest target,” Carrie said, though her heavy breathing and the way her face was flushed belied her actual motivations.

“Yanno,” Ursula said, turning to look Carrie in the eye. “If you wanted to OC, you coulda just asked.”

“Oh, yeah, I know,” Carrie replied dismissively before rolling over and back on top of Ursula. “This way’s more fun though.”
Punitive Bimbofication

It wasn’t easy to get Tiff angry. Most of the Hole in the Wall’s staff, really, tended towards being extremely laid back, but Tiff in particular seemed almost impossible to make actually angry barring certain very specific situations. Much like the boss lady herself, she tended to at most get mildly annoyed more than anything else. Few people had ever seen her lose her temper – which, much like the boss lady herself, was probably a good thing because both were terrifyingly powerful. But they were also both extremely loath to use said power for things that weren’t fun. And Tiff in particular, when left to her own devices, was already prone to eating people whole and alive and keeping them inside of her until they withered away into nothing when she was in a good mood. No one really wanted to see what she was like when she was mad, which is why it was generally considered a positive that so few things got under her skin (or the plant equivalent thereof, at least.)

It turned out that, much like the boss lady, one of the few ways to piss her off was to stiff her on a bill. It was easy to forget, given her bubbly demeanour, that Tiff was extremely dangerous. While, much like every other prostitute in Azure’s employ, her size could vary wildly, she tended towards being very very large. She also had enormous magenta claws and nasty looking talons on her feet, both of which were deceptively sharp considering that they were basically just thorns. And she was strong, too. Even in what seemed to be her baseline state, she was extremely physically powerful – and most pointedly, was stronger than him. She had demonstrated that admirably back when he’d hired her as a prostitute and was demonstrating it in a significantly less sexy manner now that she’d tracked him to his home and was effortlessly holding him upside down by a leg with her head tongue. “Can we maybe talk this out?”

“No.”

“Look, you’re upset! I understand completely!”

“Where’s the money.”

“Just calm down a bit and I’m sure we can work out a payment plan.”

Tiff’s frown, such as it was, deepened. “No plans. Just payment. Cash. Now.”

“Um. That’s going to be somewhat difficult considering I don’t have that kind of cash on me.”

“Then I can take you to your bank and you can get the cash.”

“I don’t have that kind of cash in the bank, either.” Oh boy she clearly did not like hearing that. In retrospect he really probably shouldn’t have hired a prostitute, especially not one that cost him more than some people made in a year without having the money to pay for it. But, really, they probably shouldn’t have let him hire a prostitute without making sure he had the cash on him first. That was their fault, not his, and really he didn’t see why he was being roughed up over it. “I’m pretty sure this is illegal by the way!”

“Not paying for things you buy is also illegal,” Tiff retorted tersely. “Besides, Miss Dreamer says she’s got a deal with the city. She can handle people who stiff the bill her way, however she sees fit.”

Oh. Dear. That was bad news, wasn’t it? “Well, uh, okay, look-”

“No excuses. If you can’t pay, you’re gonna suffer the consequences.”

“I can pay! Just, uh, not right now and not all at once. Just be patient and you’ll get paid in full eventually, and then this can all be water under the bridge and you’ll have your money-”

“I don’t care about my money,” Tiff retorted. “But if Miss Dreamer doesn’t get her money soon then I’m the one who gets in trouble.”

“Oh. U-um, well-”

“You’re not talking your way out of this.”

Yeah, honestly he’d kind of figured that’d be the case. Normally he was very good at talking his way out of sticky situations like this one. But, well, Tiff wasn’t... well, no, he wouldn’t quite say she wasn’t smart, not per se. But what she was was extremely single-minded. Once she was set on a course of action, that course of action would be carried out. Usually that applied to eating, but in this case it applied to debt collection. She was going to get paid, or else she was going to dole out a punishment. And unfortunately for him, he had no means of paying her. “So, uh...” he wriggled slightly in her grip in one final futile attempt at breaking free. As established, Tiff was stronger than she initially appeared. Enormous tits and big fat ass and occasional optional tum aside, she was actually very skinny and willowy. But oh boy was that not indicative of how strong she was. Granted, he probably could have tried harder to escape, but where Tiff only looked kind of weak, he was. Typical meerkat build; tall but scrawny, and really the only exercise he ever got was running away from mall security after dine-and-ditching. “So I guess this is it. You’re gonna eat me.”

“What? No, I’m not gonna eat you, this is supposed to be a punishment.”

“Oh.” Weird, but at least the worst case scenario was out of the question, he supposed. There were still many potential unpleasant outcomes, of course, but he could rule out being eaten alive and then slowly having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm milked from him until he died of cumming. Actually, thinking of it like that, it kinda made sense that she wouldn’t use that as a punishment, even if he died at the end. “Then, uh-”

“Miss Dreamer says she’s a believer in the punishment fitting the crime,” Tiff said – though, really, recited was probably a better term. “So if you didn’t think about your budget before hiring an expensive prostitute, then the best punishment is to not be able to think period.”

Oh no. That didn’t sound good at all. He swallowed heavily. “You’re sure we can’t talk about this?”

“Positive,” Tiff said, accompanied by a sharp jab to his chest. Specifically, the bare part of it that resulted from being held upside down. It didn’t hurt, but the instant her claw came in contact with his fur, an intense tingling sensation immediately spread out from the point of contact into the rest of his body like an electric current. It felt oddly good, considering it was supposed to be a punishment.

Somehow, though, that wasn’t really reassuring. This was, after all, some sort of presumably potent transformative magic being cast on him without his consent. One that, considering Tiff’s earlier language, likely had some kind of psychological component. Rewriting his thoughts and mind on a fundamental level. Which meant that no, this feeling good was actually a very bad sign.

Of course, the fact that his mind was being altered also meant it was really difficult to convince himself that it feeling good was, in fact, a bad sign. His brain was interpreting the telltale tingling of Tiff’s spell working its magic as arousal, and his body responded by sending blood down to his dick. It quickly stirred to life, pulsing to full erection and then beyond that. Of course it was getting bigger. Suddenly he found himself legitimately doubting that this was a punishment after all – oh no she made his dick big. What a tragedy. Of course, were he in his right mind that’d be another big ol’ red flag; he was writing off a potentially debilitating permanent physical change as a positive because it made him horny.

But, in the heat of the moment, he didn’t even notice that fact. He just revelled in the sensation of his dick getting bigger. Bulging its way down his right pant leg, leaving a trail of moisture from the copious amount of precum he was leaking. Accompanied by balls the size of his head, he was surprised his pants hadn’t torn at all at this point – it was probably a good idea he wore sweatpants today!

Wait no that was absolutely not a helpful thing to be thinking right now. This was bad, he was certain of that. The way his package had grown, his pants should absolutely have been struggling to fit him right now, sweatpants or not. The fact that he’d so easily written the discrepancy off was a bad sign and he clung to that fact in a desperate attempt to retain lucidity.

He clung to it so tightly, in fact, that he didn’t notice the way his ass and hips were also starting to strain his sweatpants. He’d never exactly been a femboy – he lacked muscle, yes, but he also lacked fat and curves. Or had, at least. Currently his body was more than making up for that deficit, thighs thickening and hips widening and ass fattening. Swelling out into two big perfect spheres like a pair of fake tits but on her butt instead of chest which was something she’d never considered but was super fucking hot to her.

She also didn’t notice that she’d just switched what pronouns she associated with herself, or at least not at first. And when she did notice she somewhat struggled to give a shit. She probably should have objected to her gender identity just get casually overwritten, but she could barely even remember what the fuck the word “overwritten” even meant. That was, like, four syllables which was at least one too many for her tastes.

She was much more interested in squeezing her big fat tits as they got bigger and fatter. Yeah, that was, like, way more fun. They were also unnaturally round and fake looking, but they sure didn’t feel like fake tits. And honestly she kinda liked them being unnaturally firm because it meant they didn’t droop down into her face while the plant lady held her upside down. Though that also meant they didn’t really get the chance to outgrow her top which was, like, super lame. She wasn’t gonna get to wear it anymore because no way was it fitting on over titties three times the size of her head and anyway it was a boring-ass plain white tee shirt which, like, totally didn’t match her style an’ stuff an’ it would look awful with a bra under it so she’d hafta replace it and she didn’t even get the satisfaction of destroying it with her big fat boobies.

She attempted to pull it down over them anyway, though she wasn’t really sure why, and was surprised when it worked. If anything, it kinda seemed to fit way too loosely everywhere except her chest. Moreso than could be explained by parts of her that weren’t her chest and tits getting more slender to match her new aesthetic. The sleeves hung loose and the neckline was way more plunging than she really remembered it being. It took Tiff putting her down for her to realize the cause; she’d gotten shorter. Like, a lot shorter. Before, he’d at least come up to Tiff’s shoulder before she’d picked him up by the foot. And yes, Tiff was unusually large (like seven feet or something she wasn’t good with numbers). But the fact that she didn’t even come up to her crotch would probably have been concerning if she’d still given a shit. She didn’t need to be tall to be good at suckin’ cock, and anyway being so tiny made her own massive cock look even’ bigger. It was practically as big as she was!

“Now,” Tiff said sternly. “You’re going to be paying off your debt – with interest, factoring in fees for being late and for attempting to skip out on payment entirely and also just because I don’t like you – by working at the Hole. And until you do pay off your debt you’re gonna be staying like this. No thoughts more complicated than how much you like sex until every cent is paid back. It should only take a year or so, maybe two or three if I decide to slap some extra debt on there out of spite.”

Honestly, to her lust-addled brain, that sounded like a pretty good fucking deal. She opened her mouth to say as much, only to find it filled with Tiff’s cock. “Also, you’ve forfeited your talking privileges. You’re prolly waaaaay less annoying like this but I’m not gonna take that chance.”

She shrugged, and got to sucking. She’d gotten into this mess by attempting to get free sex, after all. And now she got all the free sex she could want for a year. Maybe more. A lazy grin spread across her face as best was possible given Tiff was using her as a living cocksock. This was gonna be fun.