Beating the Heat

 

You eased the groceries in your hands for a moment and fished out your keys. “Finally home. Time to relax.” There was no delay in your actions as you gripped the handle and pushed yourself inside. What awaited you the complete opposite of relief.

 

“Darliiiiing!” Rarity's shrill cry hit your ears you opened the door. The second thing to hit you was stale, stagnant, boiling air. “The thermostat wont work! No matter how low I set it, the cool air doesn't start!”

 

“Crap...” You muttered. “Help me get the groceries in the refrigerator before it goes bad!”

 

Petite groans filled the living room. “Do I have to? Just moving from the couch is torture!”

 

“If you don't want YOUR ice cream to melt, you'll come help me.” You warned before pushing the gallon tub into the back of the freezer.

 

“Fine...but I wont like it...and I shall complain the entire time.” Rarity grunted as she peeled herself from the couch to help. From the look of her damp shirt, the air conditioning had been out for a while.

 

“Why didn't you call anyone? It might have been fixed before I got back,” You asked.

 

“Anon, that's sort of thing is your expertise. I wouldn't know the first thing about how the thermostat worked.” Rarity replied.

 

“Oh come now, Rarity. All you'd have to do is tell them it's broken and they find out what's wrong. No need to wait for me.” You shook your head, sending a few drops of sweat all over the counters.

 

“There's too many places to call! Who in Ponyville would we trust to fix it?”

 

“Anyone, really. Lots of folks are handy in town. Hell, you probably could have buttered up the closest neighbor to do it.” You taunted. “Oh well, let me go call someone.”

 

You grabbed the phone book and flipped through the index. “Repair....lets try this one.” Your fingers quickly dialed the number, eager to get the house cool once more.

 

“Closed? No, I understand. Thank you.” You looked over at the clock and frowned. “Dang it...five o'clock. Is anyone open?”

 

Endless ringing was your cue to hang up on the second call. Instant voicemail told you the third call wasn't going anywhere. The long list of potential repairmen nearby dwindled as each call provided the same response.

 

“Bad news...everyone is closed for today. Best we can do is try to leave a message somewhere for tomorrow.”

 

“TOMORROW? WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOMORROW?!” Rarity shouted as she yanked the phone from your grip. “There has to be a number you haven't tried. No way am I getting work done tomorrow being this miserable.”

 

“You'll have to bite the bullet and bear with it.” You shrugged.

 

“There's important work to be done! I have several dresses that I should have finished today. There's no time for tomorrow!”

 

You shrugged. “I don't know how to fix it, Rarity. Tomorrow will have to do. Set up some fans in your work room or something.”

 

“That will scatter all my supplies, blueprints, fabric, notes and everything in between all around! Not to mention falling asleep in this heat...”

 

Another shrug. “You talk like I enjoy this. Not much to do but wait.” You sighed as you sat down.

 

“Ugh. I'm going to go change. This icky, sweaty shirt is too much for me right now.”

 

“I'd wait if I was you. If you change while it's still sweltering, you'll ruin another shirt and be just as miserable.” You warned.

 

“Fine.” It was all Rarity said before reaching under the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Your eyes went wide as Rarity revealed a glorious shot of plump, sweaty underboob before pulling the shirt up and letting her tits bounce and flop against her round tummy.

 

“Ffffff...” You hissed as Rarity's breasts slowly stopped jiggling. “Do....Do that again.”

 

“Pervert. Must everything be sexual to you?” Rarity rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned her slacks and wiggled out of them. She sighed as the tight clothing sat in a heap on the floor, leaving the busty woman standing in just her panties.

 

“When my wife has a body like that, yes.” You wiggled your eyebrows for a moment. “Mind if I join you?”

 

“Oh please...” Rarity giggled as you yanked off your shirt. “It's too hot for you to be this silly. Calm down.”

 

“At least this isn't AS stifling.” Rarity moaned as she sat back down. Her belly slapped against her thick thighs as she reclined back and allowed her sweaty skin to breathe. “Still terrible but slightly better.”

 

“I'll say.”

 

“Quiet!” Rarity blushed for a moment. “Can't a woman enjoy herself without such accusing, lecherous stares?”

 

“Yea, knock yourself out.” You dismissed her accusations and pulled your attention to the television.”Anything you wanna watch?”

 

“No...the sitcoms are always too cheesy and the dramas have terrible pacing.” Rarity pouted once more. “I WISH I could go into my workshop and get something done but the windows all face the sun at this hour.”

 

You surfed for a moment and found something to distract you. Rarity sat on her chaise lounge with you, pouting and groaned as she struggled to keep the sweat off her forehead.

 

“Hmm...This will not do. I need something cold.” Rarity smiled as she pulled herself off the couch. “I know the perfect thing!”

 

“Rarity, don't grab anything that will spoil if we let it warm up for too long.” You warned as she waddled to the kitchen. “Maybe we should think about dinner anyway.”

 

No reply. Your inquiry was forgotten as your show came back on. It wasn't until you heard Rarity moan did you break away from the television to see her eating straight out of the tub of ice cream you had just bought.

 

“Hey! That's not dinner!” You watched as Rarity dug out a big spoonful of ice cream and pushed it in to her mouth.

 

“No, but it's such a good treat to beat the heat.” She smirked before shoveling another massive bite into her mouth.

 

“Ewww, did you have to eat right out of the tub? What if I wanted some?”

 

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Afraid your wife has cooties?”

 

“No, but the spoon is gonna melt the ice cream and make it taste gross next time you want some...”

 

“Darling, there's wont be a next time for this.” Rarity licked her lips as she scooped up more ice cream. Already, your plump wife had made a considerable dent in the gallon sized container and showed no sign of stopping.

 

“So that's your dinner then? That entire tub of pure sugar?”

 

Rarity scoffed. “So what if it is? At least I'm staying cool.”

 

“Can't be too cold with all that blubber sagging off the edge of your chaise lounge” You teased.

 

A small blush formed on the edge of Rarity's cheeks. “N-Nonsense. I fit just fine.”

 

“For a cow. Look at how those udders are drooping over the side!”

 

You pulled yourself from your chair and crawled over to Rarity. She yelped mid bite as your hands reached up and cradled one of her fat tits. “See? Drooping low. Sagging off the side. Jiggling free, you big fatty. I bet you sabotaged the air conditioning on purpose just to eat all this ice cream yourself.”

 

Rarity struggled to suppress a moan as your thumbs glided over an erect nipple. “A big, sweaty cow looking for any excuse for a nice, fattening meal. I thought you were supposed to start a diet soon?”

 

“Des...per...ate...times, darling.” Rarity moaned as she continued to eat. The tub of ice cream was already half gone, all sitting in her belly or smeared on her face. Said face was growing redder and redder as one hand moved from her amazing tits to her plump tummy.

 

“Yes, desperate times call for eating about ten thousand calories in one sitting.” You let your hands sink into her flesh, biting your lip as her blubber wobbled in response. “I guess I shouldn't complain. I was quite sad when you announced that diet of yours.”

 

“I'll start it as soon as the air conditioning is back!” Rarity puffed out her cheeks.

 

“Suuuure you will.” You chastised before standing up. “So I suppose you don't mind if I cool off with some of the OTHER tubs of ice cream, hmm?”

 

“Wh...What other tubs?” Rarity sputtered. She tried to lean upright from her chaise lounge but you were too fast for her. You were already down the hallway and turning the handle to her inspiration room.

 

“These tubs!” You giggled as you returned with gallons and gallons of ice cream. “The ones you hide away in your inspiration room for when you need a snack or having a bad day. If ice cream for dinner is good for you, it's good for me.”

 

Rarity sat upright in an instant. “Hey, those are MINE! Leave them alone!” She rushed over to you and grabbed as many as she could. “How dare you assume you can eat MY ice cream.”

 

“Well, if your diet starts as soon as the air conditioning is fixed...” You smiled as you opened a tub. “...And if you wont let ME have any...” Your fingers grabbed the spoon sitting in the half empty carton sitting on the chaise lounge. “...Then we have to get rid of it somehow!”

 

The spoon was forced into Rarity's mouth. The tubby woman couldn't help but moan as the cold treat filled her mouth and cooled her throat. “Mmm...mint chocolate chip really does hit the spot right now.”

 

“So it's settled. You'll eat it all tonight.” You wiggled your eyebrows as another spoonful was pushed past her lips.

 

“Darling...please...I...Mmmmm.” Rarity shuddered as another scoop filled her mouth. She closed her eyes and let out another moan. “You're so incredibly naughty...”

 

You eased Rarity back onto the chaise lounge and stuck out your tongue. “You know you want it. Don't deny it.” You scraped up a bit of ice cream out of the previously opened tub and mixed it in with the mint chocolate chip. “Open up, you jiggly cow.”

 

Rarity blushed as the spoon was eased into her mouth. She was happy as could be as the chill eased her mind and her body. “More...”

 

This was worth savoring. You scooped slowly, making sure to grab as much as you could before stuffing the whole bite in her mouth. One hand rubbed her sexy tummy while the other continued to feed your fat, sweaty cow. She moaned and tittered in delight as you fed her, concentrating on the coldness while you were focused on her swelling gut.

 

Before you knew it, the two tubs were gone. Rarity's gut was mere inches away from sagging over the edge of the lounge. A fact that needed to be rectified. You cracked open another tub and resumed your feeding. “Always willing to put up a fuss but you always submit like this. Why even pretend you want to diet?”

 

“I do.....but there's something so intoxicating about letting you feed me like this.” Rarity licked her lips. “You're such a meanie, forcing me to eat like this but I just want more...more and more...bigger and bigger.”

 

It was your turn to blush as Rarity continued to talk. “It's surreal. All I have to do is eat or merely exist and I know it arouses you and I can't help myself.” Rarity stuck out her tongue, begging for another giant scoop.

 

It wasn't long before the spoon was scraping at nothing. Three empty tubs were scattered on the floor as four more still awaited your attention. You grabbed another one and frowned as the lid came off too easily. “Oh crap, that's right...”

 

A huge portion of the ice cream had melted. One chunk of half melted cream bobbed about in the container as the rest sloshed about. Rarity opened her eyes and looked down at the melted mess. She mumbled something, then quickly looked away.

 

“What did you say?”

 

“F.n....l”

 

“Come again?”

 

“Fu...n..l”

 

“Oh, I guess you want me to trash all this melted ice cream.” You smirked as her blushing face finally met yours.

 

“Funnel....get....get a funnel...”

 

Your grin stretched across your face as you wandered into the kitchen. With haste, you grabbed the funnel sitting in with all the other plasticware and returned to the living room. “If you need to stop, squeeze my leg.”

 

Rarity had barely opened her mouth before you shoved the spout into her mouth. Her entire face was red as you made sure it was properly held in place before pouring most of the melted cream right in. Her eyes widened as it gushed down her throat, forcing her to take a massive, bulging gulp all at once.

 

Her tummy sloshed and bounced as so much ice cream filled it up at once. A moan vibrated through the funnel as Rarity slurped up all the sugary cream as fast as she could. You made sure to keep the funnel topped off, not letting her back out from such desperate chugging.

 

“Ohhhh...” You heard her whimper through the empty funnel. It was your cue to open the next tub and begin pouring all over again. Rarity continued her chugging as you rubbed her sloshy gut. You watched as it bloated and grew, slowly morphing from a soft, jiggly beach ball into a tight, barrel sized blorping behemoth of a stomach.

 

It wasn't until the last drop had fallen did you dare remove the funnel. Rarity was gasping and groaning with both of her hands on her tummy. “Oof...too...much....”

 

You put your hands on top of hers and applied a bit of pressure. Rarity's chest lurched as the tiny bit of force sent a massive gas bubble straight from the depth of her stomach and out of her mouth in a gigantic, deflating belch.

 

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP

 

Rarity groaned, forcing out another burp or two before cooing in delight. “Thank you, Darling. I feel so much better now.”

 

You smiled, looking over your bloated, messy, sweaty wife. She smiled back for a moment before looking over at the windows. “Almost night. Was I really eating for that long?”

 

“Yup, you big, sexy cow.” You gathered up all the empty containers and threw them away. “Should wait till the sun sets and get a nice shower in before bed.”

 

“Bedtime so early?”

 

“Unless you want to pass the time siting here sweating all night.” You joked.

 

“I suppose not. Besides, all that ice cream is trying to lull me into a food coma anyway.” Rarity sighed as she sat up, blushing as her distended stomach almost sagged over her thighs and knees.

 

You helped Rarity to her feet and followed her to the bedroom. “You head in first. Wash up that sticky face.”

 

“Actually....why don't we shower together? I've got to pay you back for making me feel good, darling.” Rarity smiled as her eyes flicked down to spy on the tent in your pants.

 

“Think we could even fit, tubby? I bet just standing in the shower will get you stuck at this point.” You couldn't help but tease.

 

“Then payback will simply be my belly pressing you against the shower while I clean up. I don't see any downside for you, at least.”

 

You shrugged. “Hey, both work for me.” You pulled off the rest of your clothing and followed Rarity to the bathroom. You couldn't help pulling your hand back and giving that plump ass of hers a good spanking as she approached the shower.

 

“AHHH!” Rarity turned around, her face completely red as her body jiggled and wobbled. “Don't you dare do that again!”

 

“Or else what?” You pressed against your wife and kissed her deeply. Slowly, you eased her back against the wall, aligning her with the shower head. “Good thing we have a walk in shower, huh?”

 

Rarity nodded as she reached out and fiddled with the taps. Cool water began to pour from the shower head, cooling your scorched, sweaty skin. “Oh gosh, that feels so good.”

 

“Not as good as this.” Rarity cooed. She reached over for her body wash and poured it all over her chest. She grabbed your hands and pressed them into her heaving tits, lathering them up with soap.

 

“Mmm....let's make one last mess tonight, shall we?” Rarity teased as she knelt down in the shower. Her breasts were overflowing out of her hands as she leaned forward and completely engulfed your cock in her vast cleavage.

 

“Ohhhhhhh fuck.” You groaned. Every inch of soft flesh felt like heaven around your dick. You couldn't help but push yourself forward, forcing some of her breasts to squish against your legs.

 

“No no, Dear. Let me do all the work and enjoy yourself.” Rarity giggled as she slowly moved her hands around. Wet, soapy blubber pressed against your cock, gliding it between the two bulging mountains of tit surrounding you.

 

You were forced to steady yourself as the sensation of Rarity's tits turned your legs to jelly. She cupped her fat tits as best she could, barely hiding her thick nipples and expansive areola as she jerked you off. Wet plapping filled the shower as Rarity picked up her pace, furiously wobbling her tits as best she could.

 

“Cum for me, darling. Shoot your hot seed all over these huge breasts. Give me that sticky cum on my face, on my belly, anywhere you please!” Rarity moved her back in time to her arms, making her whole body jiggle about as she squeezed her tits as best she could.

 

Your moan was all she needed. Rarity pushed herself as forward as she could, just barely freeing the tip of your cock from the top of her cleavage. She smirked as a hot, thick blast of cum hit her on the mouth and chin before dripping all over her breasts. Another few tugs got the second burst, launching into the air before splatting on Rarity's skin.

 

“Oh gosh...oh jeez...” You were panting hard as Rarity struggled to stand back up. “That was...amazing.”

 

Rarity stuck out her tongue and got a small helping of your mess. “Mmm...not a bad after dessert dessert.” She teased.

 

“Ffffff stop it before we stay in the shower all night.” You warned. You grabbed her body wash and poured it all over her. “Gotta get my amazing, sexy wife all clean before bed and we can't leave until you're spotless.”

 

“You always take care of me.” Rarity smiled as she washed off her face and gave you a kiss. You finished your shower together in peace, enjoying the retreat from the harsh heat while it lasted.

 

Rarity tore the blankets off the bed, leaving just a thin sheet behind as she slid into bed. “Good night, darling.”

 

You wrapped your arms around her body, doing your best to cuddle up close. “Good night, Rarity.”

 

“Dear....it's a little too warm for snuggling. I can already feel myself sweating all over again.”

 

“Don't care. I gotta snuggle my wonderful wife no matter what.” You replied.

 

“You just want to tease my belly like this.” Rarity scoffed. “Well....tease away. Just don't keep us up all night, you pervert.”

 

Both of you giggled for a moment before closing your eyes. Hopefully you can get the air conditioning fixed tomorrow. If not, there's always more ice cream at the store.