Spindles Ranch

 

Aches still fresh from yesterday's work flared up as you stood and stretched from bed. Nothing a few painkillers couldn't fix for an hour or two. A hot shower aided your weary bones for a moment or two before the pain seeped back into your joints. You stumbled out of the shower and prepared yourself for the day.

 

Most would be uncomfortable in such darkness but years of repetition made it easy to navigate your kitchen. A small bowl of oatmeal flavored with brown sugar and cinnamon was all the food you could afford to cook for yourself. You scooped up as much as you could and shoveled it into your mouth as you stared at the clock. It was just past five in the morning and you were already behind on your chores.

 

You clipped on your heavy overalls and walked outside. The sun was still hidden behind the horizon as you wandered out to your modest little barn. Sure, the doors were rusty, paint was peeling off and the whole thing looked like it would fall apart with a gentle breeze but it was YOUR barn. You heaved the worn door aside and went to see your cow.

 

The bulbs were slow to warm up, bathing the barn with odd splotches of light. You walked over and unlocked the stall for your cow. She got up from the ground and wandered out, stretching her legs as she wandered out to graze. “Eat up, girl. I NEED some good milk today...”

 

There was so much to do. Cleaning out the barn, tending to the one used stall, shoveling mess and feeding your chickens. The sun was rising high into the sky as you finally finished your morning chores. You walked out of the barn with sweat pouring from your face as you took a small break to check up on your cow.

 

A skinny little thing. Nowhere near the proper size for a cow. You had no answers for it. The only way for sure to see what was wrong would be to get a fancy veterinarian and with as lousy as your sales have been, there was no way you could afford it. The ranch has been in your family for years but hard times had put you in a true pickle.

 

All you knew was the ranch life. Your daddy was a farmer, his daddy was a farmer and so on. Farming was your life blood. Didn't matter if your only dairy cow was lighter than you were. Didn't matter how much debt you had. Farming was the only way to live.

 

You sighed and wandered back to the house. Animals were fine for now, so it was time for a snack. A small sandwich was your only reprieve from the hunger clawing away at you but it was enough for now. Content, you sat in silence and pondered how to tackle the rest of your chores.

 

A loud knock shattered the peaceful calm of your home. “Who in the hell is that? No one near here for miles.” You stuffed the last bit of your lunch into your mouth and wandered to the front door. Whoever was outside gave another hard pound, nearly cracking the door from such a hit.

 

“Yea, I'm coming!” You shouted as you raced to the door. Flinging it open revealed a rather burly delivery man. He shoved a clip board into your hand and tapped his foot impatiently. “Um...what am I signing for?”

 

“This is the dairy farm, right? You Anonymous?” He looked over his reflective sunglasses and sighed. “C'mon, sign the damn sheet. I got other deliveries to get to.” You quickly signed the sheet and returned it to the delivery worker, only for a thick binder to be shoved into your hands.

 

“You still haven't said what I'm signing for.” You reminded him as he wandered from your front door. He said nothing, only content to off to his truck. Another thick headed looking delivery man was already unlatching the back doors to retrieve whatever it was you signed for.

 

With a series of grunts, the delivery men hauled a long, wooden box out of the back of the truck. You spotted several odd holes all around the box as they placed it down on the ground. “Oh, and we're supposed to give you some ground rules for this cow of yours.”

 

“Cow? There's a cow? In there??” You frowned.

 

“Look, we just do what we're told, okay? I don't care if there's a bomb in there as long as we get paid.” He shuffled through the papers on his clipboard for a second. “Okay, here we go. This cow is yours. A gift from the company to help you in dire times. You can sell her milk, you can advertise it but you can't show off this cow to the public nor can you use it for food or anything.”

 

You pondered his requests as you tried to peek into the box. “I'm a dairy farm! I don't slaughter my cows, not even if they are old or feeble!” The delivery man grunted as he closed the doors to his truck.

 

“Hey, those are your orders. Have fun with whatever that thing is. All the legal crap and guidelines are in that binder.” The delivery crew jumped into the truck and sped off, leaving you wondering just what happened.

 

“Seriously? I'm supposed to believe there is a COW in this tiny box.” You peered over the sides to find any sort of hint to the origins of this crazy box. Stamped on the sides was a familiar logo of a cow bell wrapped around a bottle of milk. “Oh yea...” You mumbled, as memories of writing desperate letters surfaced to your mind.

 

“So...someone sent me a cow...in a box...that no one else is supposed to know about? What in the hell did I sign up for?” You rushed back into the house and grabbed a hammer and a flat screwdriver. “Least they could have done is let me borrow a crowbar.

 

Before you could even wedge the screwdriver into place, the top of the box exploded off. “AAAAHHH!” You shouted in surprise as wood chunks flew all over your yard. A child like giggle caught your attention as the dust and debris cleared from the box.

 

You looked up from the bottom of the box and gasped as a human shaped creature stood before you. The first thing you noticed was that your cow was standing on two legs. Two very odd, equine shaped legs supported her, giving her a rather strange appearance. Where there should have been skin, short, pink fur covered her entire body. Her face was nearly that of a woman's, yet a rather round, obvious snout jutted out from her nose. Almost like a sort of pony type creature meshed with the body of a female.

 

Her hair...mane...was as pink as her fur, curly and bouncy as it swayed in the breeze. She smiled at you as your eyes locked together. “Hi! My name is Pinkie Pie! What's yours?”

 

Your jaw hit the floor, unable to process what you just heard. “You....you can TALK?”

 

“Sure I can! I like to talk and chat and sing!” She hopped out of her box and landed on hooves instead of feet. “But first things first, what is YOUR name?” Pinkie Pie gave you a sweet smile as she rushed up with her arms outstretched.

 

There was no time to react as her vice grip slammed you against her torso. With the surprise of meeting a two legged pony, you had failed to look down at her ample chest now squishing against you. Her hug was soft but firm, forcing her jiggly, ripe tits against you. For a moment, you were stunned as this odd, yet extremely friendly creature hugged you tight. “My...my name is Anonymous.”

 

“Ohh, that's an interesting name. I like it.” Pinkie Pie pulled away as she began to wander around your house. “Is this where you live? Kinda small, but cozy, ya know?”

 

“Yea...” You muttered as she continued to bounce around. As Pinkie inspected your house, you took another good look at her. You felt your face grow hot as you stared at her attire. A simple cow print bra and panties were her only coverings, letting an ample amount of her skin and fur exposed. Her rump wobbled with every one of her cute little hops and her melon sized tits bounced along with it.

 

Even her tummy seemed to jiggle along with her impressive assets. The perfect shape for a cow....pony....thing...that walks, talks and looks like a human. “So, wanna go inside? Are you hungry at all? What do you even eat?”

 

“Oh I eat lots of stuff. Oats, hay, cupcakes and cookies...horse stuff, ya know? Hey, are you a farmer or something? I know one of the other gals back where I came from was bred to be a farmer. Big, thick legs for running and working. Applejack should come here, too! She could help you out!”

 

Pinkie Pie talked at a mile a minute, making it hard to keep up. “I'm from a long line of dairy farmers. Daddy was a farmer and his daddy was a farmer.” Pinkie Pie stopped for a moment and gave you a smile. A smile you swear had a bit of a blush hiding behind those fuzzy, pink cheeks.

 

“Oh, a dairy farm. I know all about those.” She gave a sly giggle. “Lets go inside and I'll bake you something good while we talk.”

 

She walked right into your home without a second thought, leaving you midst the ruins of her wooden box. “Pinkie? Do you even know how to bake? Don't burn down my house!”

 

You rushed into the kitchen to see the bubbly pony already whipping together dough in a giant bowl. “Of course I do. One of the bestest bakers where I come from. I was taught by the best to help out those sorts of farmers that need that extra boost in the house.” Pinkie smiled as she scooped up the dough and filled the pan.

 

“Where DO you come from?” You asked as you sat down at the table.

 

“Well...it was kinda like a laboratory? With lots of science gadgets and stuff that I wasn't allowed to touch. They told me that I'd break everything and ruin tons of experiments so I only ever got to touch one.” Pinkie smiled as she sat down.

 

You pondered this for a moment. “No biggie. Now I'm here with you, my new friend! I like making new friends.” Pinkie giggled as she spotted a bit of blush on your face. “Aww, you must not get a lot of friends out here. We should throw a party!”

 

The oven beeped, causing Pinkie to hop out of her seat. “Cookies!” She dashed off to the oven and swiftly pulled out the tray. “Go ahead and try one after they cool off. I haven't had the chance to bake for anypony in a while.”

 

You grabbed one of the cookies and placed it in your mouth. White it was just a simple sugar cookie, the sweetness was like nothing you had ever tasted. You couldn't help but grab another cookie and cram into your mouth, making it hard to chew. “Need some milk?” Pinkie teased as she grabbed an empty cup.

 

Pinkie winked as she lifted up one of the cups of her bra and let her breast spill into her hand. You blushed hard as she gave her tit a small squeeze, triggering her nipple to leak milk right into the glass. “Drink up. Some say it's better cold but I kinda like it warm.”

 

The glass sat in front of you, teasing you with creamy goodness. You reached out and grabbed the cup and pushed it to your lips. “Mmmm.” You moaned as you drained the serving in one cup. “Wow...this is really good!”

 

“Yay! I knew you would like it. Dairy farmers need to know their milk.” Pinkie smiled as she grabbed the glass and refilled it. She grabbed a cookie of her own and stuffed it in her face. “Sho, what do you do fer fun around here?”

 

“Fun? Not a whole lot. Mostly chores, sadly.” You slumped as you finished the nice treat. Your chair slid back as you got up from the seat. “Time to see if my cow has produced anything today.”

 

“I just did, silly!” Pinkie gigged as she followed you out to the barn. You couldn't help but smile at her innocent joke. She bounced behind you as you found your cow wandering around the field. “Oh, is that your cow? She's kinda...skinny.”

 

“Nothing I try helps. She's a hearty bovine but not much milk these days.” You guided your cow inside the barn towards the milkers and buckets. “Still gotta try. Never was a quitter.” You took a seat and warmed up your hands, eager to see if there was something to sell today.

 

You gently tugged on her udder for a few moments, frowning as the bucket stayed dry. “Oh...you do this every day?” Pinkie said with a blush. “How long does it take for the milk to come out?”

 

“Well, she hasn't been producing any milk for weeks. Been losing money cause of that.” You groaned as you sent your cow away. “That's why I need a new cow. One that makes lots of milk.”

 

Pinkie bit her lip as she hopped in place. “I'm a cow with lots of milk! You..you could milk me!” Pinkie reached down and yanked up her top, letting her huge tits flop out. They jiggled and wobbled about, just begging for you to grab them.

 

“Puh...Pinkie! I...um...” She was bending over, letting her hefty tits wobble underneath her. You couldn't help but stare at her chest and those irresistibly fat nipples. “I suppose...I mean, if you don't mind...”

 

“Of course I don't mind! I'm a cow, right? Well, more of a cowpony but you said yourself that my milk is tasty.” Pinkie reached up and jiggled her tits with her hands, making a few drops of that sweet, delicious milk spill to the ground. “C'mon Anon. Milk meeeeee.”

 

Pinkie got down on her knees and leaned over the bucket. She gave a small coo of delight as your warm hands groped her tits. Your fingers had barely brushed her nipples and a steady stream of milk was flowing into the bucket. “Wow...that's a lot of milk.”

 

“I...I know.” Pinkie moaned as she bit her lip. “I didn't wanna say anything earlier, but I was getting REALLY full.” Pinkie let out a little whimper as you gave her breasts another squeeze. “Your hands....feel so good!”

 

“Pinkie...you've almost filled the bucket!” You muttered in surprise. With a heave, you eased the overflowing bucket out of the way for a fresh one. Already, the new bucket was filling up fast, forcing you to get a few more.

 

By the time Pinkie was finished, you had several buckets and canisters full of milk. “Wow...I haven't been able to get these tanks full in forever. Thanks, Pinkie.” You pulled her close into a hug, blushing as her bare tits squished into your chest. Warm milk splattered all over your shirt, making you even more embarrassed.

 

“No...no problem.” She sighed as crammed her tits back into her cow print top. Pinkie giggled as you dragged the tanks into a small cooler nearby. “When can we do that again?” Pinkie teased as you ordered a pickup.

 

“Tomorrow, probably. We'll have to see if you're feeling up to it.” You sealed the tanks and began with your final chores of the day. “Gotta finish up for the day, get dinner and then sleep.”

 

“Aw, that doesn't sound fun at all!” Pinkie moaned as she stood around in the barn. You worked around her as best you could as she hopped all around the place. “Is this really what you do all day? No one else to have fun with?”

 

You locked up your cow and exited the barn. “No one said the farmer life was an easy one. Gotta do what I need to do to make ends meet.” A smile spread on your face as you looked over at Pinkie. “But with you, I think it wont be so bad”

 

“Now for the question I've had for a while...do I put you in the barn or give you my bed?” You scratched your chin as Pinkie followed you to the house.

 

“Sleepover time!” Pinkie crashed into your house. “We can stay up late and make sweets and pancakes in the morning!” She giggled as she rushed inside towards the kitchen. Before you could protest, Pinkie was already busy baking up more sweets.

 

“Well...Maybe not stay up late, but It's been nice having someone to talk to.” You sat down and watched as pinkie rushed around the kitchen, whipping up a decent meal for the two of you. “I suppose I should learn to cook like you do. Not fair if you do all the meals for us...”

 

“I don't mind! As long as you enjoy every bite.” Pinkie placed a big plate of food in front of you, along with another glass of her milk. You chomped it all down, moaning as the delicious meal filled you right up.

 

“I don't really have any pajamas for you, Pinkie. Is your current...outfit okay to sleep in?” You asked as you showed her to your bed.

 

“I got it covered. Don't you worry about it” Pinkie smiled as she simply pulled off her top and tossed away her panties. She hopped on your bed, jiggling and bouncing as much as she pleased. “Ohh, your bed is great. Nice and soft.”

 

“Ye...yea...” You struggled to look Pinkie in the eyes. “Well...enjoy.” You turned away and walked to the door. Before you could leave, Pinkie's arms wrapped around your chest.

 

“Hey, where do you think you're going? Bed is this way, silly.” Pinkie giggled as she pulled off your shirt. “It's big enough for us both, right?”

 

“Well...um...you're kinda nude, Pinkie. Not really right to sleep with another person like that unless you REALLY like them.”

 

“But we've had so much fun today! I really like you. Are you saying you don't like me?” Pinkie frowned. “It's YOUR bed. You should sleep here. Don't mind me at all!”

 

Pinkie pulled you towards the bed, smiling as her face grew rosy red. “I. Okay, then. I suppose we can sleep together till I get you your own bed.” You walked over to your closet and changed into your pajamas. “Plus we can get you some sleepwear as well.”

 

“Aw, you're no fun.” Pinkie stuck out her tongue as she pulled you to bed. She took the little spoon position, forcing your hands around her tummy for maximum cuddles. “Ahh, isn't this nice? The beds back at the lab weren't this comfy. Beds back at the lab didn't have you, either.”

 

Sleep came easy that night. No telling if it was the promise of some income soon or perhaps the tasty meal. Of course, cuddling up with such a cute and energetic mare could have been the answer. Her warmth was comforting compared to the usual loneliness of your bed.

 

You woke up to the smell of breakfast wafting into the bedroom. “Wha...Pinkie?” She was gone, leaving the bed rather empty. You rolled over and spotted the clock glowing in the dark, signaling the start of your day.

 

“Hey there silly billy! Your alarm woke me up so I figured I'd make us breakfast!” A nice, fluffy stack of pancakes along with hash browns and eggs awaiting you, along with another warm glass of milk. Pinkie gave you the biggest of smiles as you ate up, moaning with every bite.

 

Chores flew by that day as Pinkie helped here and there. The moral support of her smiling face kept you going all day. Soon enough, it was time for another milking session. “This time, I'm ready for ya.” You grinned as you warmed up the milk pumps.

 

“Aw, it's more fun when you do it with your hands.” Pinkie giggled as she pulled off her top. “Don't you want a nice squeeze of these fat tits?”

 

“Well...I mean....when you put it like that.” You blushed. The milker was turned off as you grabbed a canister to begin. “You sure, though? I could easily milk you in half the time...”

 

It was Pinkie's turn to blush as she forced your hands on her melon sized tits. “It's not the same...it's...special when YOU do it.” She bit her lip as your thumbs grazed her thick nipples and traced the outline of her areolae.

 

Your teasing ended up filling an extra canister, much to your surprise. “Wow, never had this much milk in such little time. I might be able to make some really good money next delivery.” You turned to Pinkie as she struggled to stay upright as she leaned against the barn.

 

“So good....” She shuddered before easing her sensitive tits back into her top. “Thanks, Anon.” Pinkie smiled as she followed you back home. Her bounce was extra springy as she hopped all the way back, probably a sign of her happiness.

 

With Pinkie around to make the day brighter, it was easy to fall into a pattern. She would wake you up for breakfast, aid you with chores, then produce enough milk for five cows. It was cute the way she begged and squirmed for your touch every time. In her bubbly, goofy way, Pinkie made you feel needed, even if all you did was talk with her...and milked her every day.

 

The money her milk brought in was extremely welcome. Your house got a few fixes here and there. Barn was repainted and certain tools were replaced. Even your old cow got a nice treatment or two from the vet and she was slowly recovering back to her healthy shape. The only thing you didn't bother doing was getting Pinkie her own accommodations. No matter how much you thought you wanted to, the idea of letting Pinkie sleep anywhere but with you seemed crazy.

 

It had been an incredible few months. All your big worries seemed to vanish. With money incoming and life getting better, the only concern was with Pinkie Pie. The last few days, she had been incredibly clingy. Even more so that usual. She was cooking breakfast only to return to bed and nuzzle you endlessly till you woke up. Her hands were never away from you, always touching you or forcing you into impossibly tight hugs. The worst was when it was milking time. Pinkie's moans were getting louder and suggestive all while she seemed to wiggle her plump booty with every tug of her nipples.

 

 

 

 

“Pinkie, are you okay? You've been kinda quiet.” The pink mare seemed lacking in her energy that morning, simply walking everywhere instead of hopping around with her usual perkiness. She looked down at her plate before gazing up at you

 

“Anon...do you like me?” Pinkie blurted out.

 

“Of course I like you. You've been so helpful around here and it's been nice having another soul around her to talk with.”

 

Pinkie frowned as she got up from her seat. She pushed herself onto your lap, taking you by surprise as her face began burning a bright red. “I mean...do...um...do you...LIKE me like me?”

 

She leaned close, whispering her message to you as she forced her chest to squish against you. “Like...love you? Do I love you?” Pinkie blushed even harder, giggling and sputtering like a child.

 

“Maaaaaybe...I...um....oh gosh, do you? Did I make breakfast awkward?” Her ears dropped as she eased herself off your lap and took her own seat. “Sorry...” She sighed before taking a bite of her pancakes.

 

“Pinkie, what's this all about? Talk to me, I wont bite.”

 

The flustered mare put down her fork and sighed. “Promise it wont be weird?”

 

You placed your hand on your heart and smiled. “Whatever you need to say, I'll take it seriously, Pinkie. You mean too much to me to lose over a few words.”

 

“Okay...here goes.” Pinkie whispered to herself, face bright as you'd ever seen. “Well...I...um...REALLY enjoy it when you milk me...a lot. A LOT.” She bit her lip and looked away from your face. “I can't help but just....feel so warm inside when you do it. It's like...a switch in my body that just turns me into mush with your hands are touching me.”

 

“Plus...um...You've been...grinding me in your sleep.” Pinkie shuddered and took a deep breath.

 

While Pinkie Pie was as bright as a lighthouse, your face was as white as a sheet. “I did what?? Oh my gosh, Pinkie...I'm so sorry! I'll sleep on the couch till I get you that bed I promised.”

 

“I don't want you on the couch...” Pinkie looked back at you with a dopey smile on her face. “I want us together in the same bed...with our feelings laid bare.” She took another deep breath and steeled herself. “Anon...I...I love you. Do you love me?”

 

You stared into her beautiful blue eyes for what felt like years. The colors returned to your face, along with a white hot blush, as you thought of all the warmth and love Pinkie brought you. You suddenly realized that you needed her not for the milk she so happily provided, but for the company and kindness she had sparked into your home.

 

“...Yes. Pinkie, I love yo-”

 

“YAY!” She shouted, diving over the table and slamming you back against the floor. Pinkie leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips, then your cheeks, then all over your face.

 

“Pinkiiiiieeeee.” You moaned. “Give me a little warning next time you're gonna spear me to the floor, okay?”

 

You couldn't help but giggle along with her as she eased you back to your chair. “I'm sorry. I was just so excited and happy and nervous about saying it.” She leaned back and gave you another kiss. “But I'm glad I did.”

 

“Okay, okay. I love you too, Pinkie. Honest. Now, can we finish breakfast in peace and get our chores done?” You begged. With the energy back in her step, Pinkie happily hummed a tune as she grabbed her empty plate and washed the dishes.

 

“Today is gonna be so fun!” Pinkie smirked as you headed out to the barn. “Mmmm I can't wait for you to plow this pink pony pussy in that barn when you milk me today.”

 

“Is that why you've been so frisky during the daily milking?” You blushed as Pinkie bumped you with her hip. “You...you really want to have sex like that???”

 

Pinkie giggled as she stopped beside you. “Well...maybe not for the first time. Second time, then.” She blushed as she grabbed your hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. “The first time is supposed to be special in that lovey dovey way, right?”

 

You couldn't help but blush along with her every step of the way. There was no stopping the burn of your face with all the teasing Pinkie Pie was doing. First it was her top “mysteriously” coming off every time she had to lean over for something. Then, it was her panties yanked up her crack, showing off all of that plump, bouncy butt around the barn.

 

She even went as far as to unbutton your pants once or twice. Every little giggle made you red from ear to ear, encouraging her all the while. The day was creeping by far too slowly for your liking and every lewd giggle only made it worse.

 

“Hehe, should I slow down, Anon? I think you're going to tear through your pants at this rate.” Her hands reached down and cupped the erection tenting in your pants, making you moan and thrust your hips to her touch.

 

“Pink....Pinkiiiiiieee. You aren't helping!” You clenched your teeth and walked away from her seductive grasp.

 

“Well then, lets get the final task out of the way for tonight.” She winked and popped out her titties. Milk was already dripping from her nipples, trailing all over the floor as she let her knockers shake and jiggle free.

 

Her movements were slow and deliberate, making her whole body wobble with a sexy allure. Both of you were biting your lips in anticipation as Pinkie pressed her chest into your hands. “Go on...milk me...Master.”

 

“Oh fuck...” You whispered. Your hands cupped her perfect tits with eagerness, bouncing and sloshing her tits about. Soft fat oozed between your fingers, forcing you to squeeze and play with her breasts. “Ready?” You asked as your thumbs kneaded her nipples and teased her sensitive skin.

 

“Moooooooo.” Pinkie shuddered as she leaned over the bucket. Thick, healthy streams of milk were already gushing into the bucket as her tongue slipped from her mouth. “It's always...so hot...when you tease me like this.” Pinkie blushed as your hand drifted down to her bubble butt. You couldn't resist but give it a meaty slap with your palm, forcing out another lewd moo from Pinkie.

 

“Jeez, you already filled a bucket?” You mused, easing her over to the next one. Her flow was certainly impressive today. “I wonder...does THIS make it feel even better?” You asked as you spanked her again. Pinkie moaned, biting her lip hard as a huge spray of milk gushed forth.

 

Pinkie was panting hard as you rubbed and groped her all over. “M...more! Tease me more, Master!” It was your turn to shudder as you grabbed a thick fold of her chubby butt and jiggled it in your hands. The chubby mare was putty in your hands, every squeeze, slap and jiggle making you both gasp in delight.

 

By the end of the session, you were storing twice as much milk as usual. “Hmm...Something tells me we DO need to have a bit more fun in the barn, Pinkie.” You shot her a wicked, lewd grin as you pushed the last of the milk into the storage cooler.

 

“C'mon. I don't think you can handle any more teasing.” You blushed as you helped Pinkie to her hooves. She leaned on you the whole way home, panting hard as she struggled to recover. “There we go. Lets get you to bed for now. I'll be back after I get some food, okay?”

 

Pinkie nodded as you eased her into bed. She reached up and began removing her bra and panties, slowly taunting you with her perfect, naked form. “Don't keep me waiting. I NEED those amazing hands of yours...and that big guy downstairs.” She moaned as she dipped her hands between her legs.

 

“Come back soon. I don't think I can wait any longer.” Pinkie moaned as she gave you a sly wink. You rushed downstairs and crammed whatever you could in your stomach and rushed back. All the while you could hear her moans echoing through the house, making it difficult to think straight.

 

She smiled as you walked back into the bedroom, hands glistening with a bit of her arousal stuck to her fingers. “There he is. My big, strong Master.” She stuck out her tongue and beckoned you over. “Lose those pants, Mister. We've got a new rule in this household.”

 

“Oh yea? And what is that?”

 

Pinkie giggled as you tossed away your clothes. “No more pajamas in the bed. If we're gonna be serious about this, I NEED to feel that fat cock between my thighs every night.”

 

It took everything you had not to dive bomb the bed. “You better be ready, Pinkie...All that teasing has got me all worked up as well.” You pulled off your underwear and blushed as your erection sprung free.

 

Immediately, Pinkie jumped off the mattress and nuzzled her face against your crotch. “Yessssss.” She moaned as her nose buried itself under your cock. “You've been teasing ME with this erection since I arrived at your ranch. It's just right.” Pinkie sighed as she kissed your balls and rubbed her cheek against your dick.

 

You could feel your heartbeat pulsing in your erection with how desperate you were. “Pinkie....lets not tease any longer. I...I wanna show you my love.”

 

“You better show me lots and lots of love, all night long!” She begged as Pinkie pulled you into bed. Pinkie Pie laid down on her back with you leaning over her with her beautiful blue eyes lost in yours. You grabbed her hands and intertwined your fingers together as she locked her legs behind your butt. “Do it....do...me...” Pinkie blushed as you leaned down for a kiss.

 

Pinkie guided you down till your tip was rubbing against her lips. A shudder rippled through her and into you as you slowly slipped yourself inside her tight pussy. Her legs tightened, keeping you plunged deep into her warm, wet depths. “Goodness...I should have talked you into this a lot sooner...” Pinkie sighed as you eased yourself all the way in,

 

She leaned up and kissed you as her legs kept you inside her for a few moments. You squeezed her hands tighter and smiled as you pulled back and slammed into her. Pinkie was silent as her mouth hung open a centimeter or two. For once, the chatty mare was silent as you pulled back and thrust into her wet slit.

 

The silence was shattered by her desperate, lewd moans. “Oh yes! Right there! Fuck your cow hard!” Pinkie begged as you picked up speed. The bed began to whine as you pumped harder and harder, picking up speed as the need to climax built up within you.

 

You stopped for a moment as you pushed in as deep as you could go. “Pinkie...I...I love you so much.” Your small confession was cut short as the cute mare kissed you hard on the lips.

 

“I already told you...SHOW me how much you love me, tonight.” She teased by gyrating her hips. “Finish it, Master.”

 

Without another word, you kicked up into high gear, properly thrusting down and straining your old bed. Thick, meaty slaps of plump flesh filled the air as Pinkie got the proper pounding her pink pussy deserved. With a lewd grunt, you pushed yourself inside one last time before firing a healthy load of cum as deep as you could into her slit.

 

Pinkie pulled you close and shuddered as she let her orgasm flow through her. She let out a gigantic sigh as she held you tight. “Oh gosh...that was wonderful.” She giggled as she kissed your chest. “Ready for another go?” Pinkie asked as she shifted herself onto her hands and knees.

 

“I...already? I dunno if I can!” You blushed as she wiggled her butt against your crotch.

 

“Yes you caaaaan! You've got to be so pent up from groping me for so long.” Pinkie flashed you a sultry grin as she turned around and placed a thick nipple in your mouth. “We'll take turns. I milk you, you milk me. Keep our energy up for an all night fuck session!”

 

Her warm, creamy milk tasted even better straight from her breast. You cooed in delight as the delicious milk slid down your throat. “There ya go...Somepony likes his milk.” Pinkie giggled as she watched your dick harden all over again.

 

With your tummy full, Pinkie resumed her position on her hands and knees. “C'mon, Anon. We aren't done yet!” Pinkie begged as she leaned back. She smirked as your cock slid right back into her pussy, making you both moan as her fat ass jiggled against your torso.

 

You reached over her and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples as you pulled back. “Ahhh! A..Anon!” Pinkie shuddered as you plunged back in. The poor mare slumped forward, planting her face in the pillows while her rump wiggled against you. Pinkie screamed into the pillow with every pump of your hips or tug of her nipples.

 

The bed was damp with milk as you climaxed again. You had barely finished, yet Pinkie was still shoving her ass into you. “M..mooooore.” She half begged, half mooed. Pinkie leaned towards you, forcing you to land on your back. “Mine! My cock, my fat nuts and my cum pooling around in my womb! BREED ME!”

 

You were left helpless as Pinkie rode you hard. She dominated on top of you, grinding her pussy against your crotch while her tits flopped and bounced about. Your eyes were locked on her soft tummy as the cum inside of her wobbled about. With a force you didn't even know you could muster, you climaxed again in the pink pony, gasping as her stomach bloated out a little bit more.

 

“Yesssss.” Pinkie moaned as she rubbed her tummy. You could hear every little drop of cum sloshing about inside her and it made you rock hard all over again. Pinkie squeezed you with her tight pussy and shuddered all over again. “Again.” She demanded as she picked herself up and slammed herself back down upon you.

 

Pinkie kept up her rabid pace till the rising sun was bleeding into your room. Her stomach was obscenely bloated, giving her the appearance of a full term pregnancy. Your hands cuddled her belly as you both slept intertwined with each other in the messy, sweat and milk soaked bed. You drifted your hands in your sleep and brushed your fingers against her popped out navel, making Pinkie smile as she cuddled you closer to steal your warmth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It wasn't long until the peaceful routine of your farm was completely shattered with rampant sex. Every morning, your alarm clock was forgotten as Pinkie roused you from slumber with an expert blowjob. The table and counters were messy with food and cum as Pinkie demanded you bent her over and fucked her hard. Even chores were disrupted as Pinkie refused to wear anything around the ranch, flaunting her pussy and tits for you all day till you just HAD to stop for a quick fuck.

 

Milking sessions were the most fun. While Pinkie lamented that the pumps didn't feel as good, she couldn't deny the fact that she needed your dick deep inside her. On the ground, against the walls, breeding press, missionary, cowgirl, doggie style...there was no limits to how lewd she was willing to go, as long as you had those pumps working on her sensitive nips.

 

Her stomach was always round and distended by lights out. Always sloshing and gurgling full of your cum from a hard day of fucking her hard. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around her tummy and smile as she sloshed about in your hands like a lewd, pink balloon.

 

With so much sex left and right, the inevitable was bound to happen. It was subtle at first, but Pinkie seemed to be holding on to some extra weight here and there. Her tummy was defiantly rounder and you had a suspicion her tits were growing. There was a need to expand your tanks and storage coolers as her milk production seemed to break new records every week.

 

“Anon...am I getting fat?” She asked one day as you cradled her belly in bed. You rubbed your hands all over her gravid swell and chuckled.

 

“If I had to guess, you're more than likely pregnant, Pinkie. You don't have as much sex as we do and not have something like this happen.” You leaned over her tummy and gave it a loving kiss, followed by a big raspberry right on her stubby navel.

 

“Pregnant? You mean...I'm a momma?” Pinkie looked down at her stomach with tears in her eyes as she hugged you close. “I get to be a mom! I'M A MOMMA! I'll be the best mom ever, just you wait!” She smiled as she hopped out of bed, her larger, rounder frame jiggling hard with every moment.

 

You were in awe of how rapidly Pinkie was growing. In just a few months, her cute little belly seemed to explode into a gravid sphere weighing down her every move. The bed groaned when she laid down on it and the old chairs feared her growing weight. Even if she wanted to wear something at this point, her body was too large for even her bra and panties. Her stomach was as large as a medicine ball and her tits was fatter than watermelons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RING RING

RING RING

 

With a groan, you rolled over your bed and grabbed the radio sitting on your night stand. “Hey Anon, you up? I'm starving!” Pinkie giggled as you heard an ominous rumble from the other end.

 

“Be right there Pinkie. Don't move an inch.” You joked as you eased yourself out of bed. She laughed at your joke as you clicked off the radio and wandered out to the barn. The sun was still hiding from the moon at this hour, but you knew Pinkie's “cravings” needed to be addressed. Thankfully, the last few months had prepared you for these early morning interruptions.

 

You heaved open the barn doors and smiled at your lovely pink cow pony. Sitting in a massive pile of straw was Pinkie Pie, rubbing her titanic womb. Her stomach looked as if she had swallowed a car, jutting out in front of her as it rested on the floor. Already, her beach ball sized tits were gushing milk all over, making a small mess as it pooled on the floor and swam towards the drains.

 

“Anon! I'm starving!” Pinkie pat her stomach, sending a flurry of little kicks all over her tummy. There was no way of telling just how many foals were kicking around inside her womb, but it didn't matter. They were all big and strong, if not constantly hungry. “Sorry if I woke you up.” Pinkie blushed as her stomach let out a needy roar.

 

“It's fine, Pinkie. I have to take care of my beautiful momma, right?” You smiled as you set up the suction cups and watched as she filled up the tanks in a flash. “Anything you want in particular?”

 

“Oh, pancakes! And waffles...with whipped cream, and pickles on the side with walnuts and lots of apple juice!” Pinkie begged as her stomach wobbled and shifted. You gave her thick navel a small rub, making her moan in delight as you started cooking for the day.

 

Breakfast was a bizarre juggling act that you had honed to perfection over the past few months. There was no way Pinkie was ever going to feed herself with such a huge tummy and massive breasts in the way, no matter how hard she tried. You had to rush over from the miniature kitchen in the barn and feed her everything as fast as possible before everything burned or her meal became cold.

 

Pinkie moaned in approval as you fed her every bite. She rubbed as much of her gigantic, foal filled tummy that she could while she ate, calming her children as they got their nutrients. It was a good thing that Pinkie seemed to constantly lactate as breakfast had nearly drained all your reserves as the needy mare drank up more than her fair share to keep her foals happy.

 

“Mmm...you've gotten a LOT better at cooking, Anon.” Pinkie teased as she swallowed the last bite. She held you as close as she could, smothering you with her impressive bust and round tummy. “Is there any way I could repay you for such kindness?” She asked with a sultry tone.

 

“Pinkie, you're getting awfully big. I don't know if you should even be trying to move around like this...or having sex.” You frowned as she tried to pull you closer.

 

“But...but...you keep doing so much for me like cooking and keeping me clean and even staying here till super late till I fall asleep...” Pinkie sighed as she released you from the bear hug. “I just wanna make you feel good, too.”

 

Pinkie stuck out her lip and crossed her arms as best she could. No matter how much you tried to resist, guilt flooded you as she almost teared up. “I....um...okaaaay. We can have sex if you want too.”

 

“Yay!” Her attitude flipped on its head as she slowly rolled over onto her stomach and leaned her body backwards. It was amazing Pinkie was even able to stand with all that weight sagging down to the floor but she managed. She spread her legs as wide as she could, flashing the slightest hint of her soaked slit between her fat rear. “Come on, Anon. Claim me. I need it just as bad as you do, baby.”

 

You eased yourself behind her and let your hands sink into her fat hips. Her body had adapted to such an immense pregnancy well, giving her a delicious set of child bearing hips, an even bigger, softer ass and a cute layer of chub all over. You had to spread apart her plump cheeks just to inch yourself as close as possible to her wet lips.

 

“Ready?” You asked as you teased her hungry sex. You couldn't quite see over Pinkie's impossibly gravid form but you were sure that she nodded her head. You pushed yourself forward and moaned as her incredible pussy gripped you tight. “Ffff...no matter how many times you beg for , you're always as tight as ever.”

 

A small thrust sent every part of her body wobbling. The sexy ripple traveled through her thick ass and traveled all the way through her round form. “Ahhh....” Pinkie moaned, her voice echoing through the barn as you gave another push of your hips. “And...and you're always so big and thick...I love it.” Pinkie gushed as you gave her ass a hard smack.

 

The gently rhythm of your hips sped up, causing your crotch to crash hard into her rear. Pinkie's grunts and coos of pleasure grew louder and louder as she inched closer to climax. The suction cups resting on her nipples were stuffed full as milk began to leak from the overworked nozzles.

 

“Make....make me bigger, Anon. Rounder. I want more of your babies!” Pinkie begged. She groped and hugged her body as best she could as it jiggled about in her reach. You struggled not to bust right there, barely holding back the flood. Every ripple of her immense body made it harder and harder to hold yourself back.

 

“I...I love you, Pinkie...I'd gladly give you as many children as you want.” You groaned, reaching out as you squeezed and jiggled her ass about. Both of you moaned hard as you gave one last, desperate plunge before filling Pinkie up with your potent seed.

 

Pinkie squirmed in delight as she felt cum leak down her legs and lower belly. “Ahh...just what I needed.” She sighed as she slowly shifted onto her butt. Her smile was just as bright and infectious as always. “Anon...could you rub my tummy for a bit?”

 

You sat down next to her impossible swell and cuddled to her warm tummy. Instantly, your hands reached out and fondled her thick navel. Its swollen, bulbous shape was a testament to her impressive fertility. “Anon! That tickles!” Pinkie chuckled as you teased her massive bump.

 

“It's so cute. I can't help it.” You smirked as you let your hands roam her belly far and wide. You placed your head on her tummy and sighed as a wave of drowsiness washed over you. No matter how much you struggled, your eyes began to droop and shut.

 

“Heh, sleep well, Anon. You deserve it.” Pinkie said. A soft hum filled the barn as she coaxed you to sleep with a calm little lullaby. “I'm sure my tummy will wake you up sooner or later.” She resumed her lullaby for as long as she could until slumber eased her into a small nap.