Anon becomes a Ponut Packer


                                            (Not mine)

                                            No.36918057

                                            >Day ponut in Equestria.

                                            >Despite not having the whole cutie mark thing, you think you've finally found your special talent here in horse land.

                                            >You got a job as a ponut packer at the local grocery.

                                            >Basically this world's equivalent of a grocery bagger.

                                            >What was so special about the job?

                                            >You got to work with ponuts all day, every day.

                                            >They brought you a sort of zen you've not found elsewhere.

                                            >This was because ponies here generally used their ponuts as storage locations.

                                            >And you were the one to load them up.


                                            >"How's it going Mrs. Cake?"

                                            "Oh, good, good. Just getting my supplies for the week. The twins eat like you wouldn't believe!"

                                            >You chat idly with her as you pump two squirts of lube on your hand and give her ponut a quick fingering.

                                            >Ponuts were stretchy enough that for most things, it wasn't really necessary.

                                            >It was more of a courtesy thing.

                                            >"Good to hear that Mrs. Cake."

                                            >You grab her purchases and one by one slip them into her rear.

                                            >Carrots, onions, broccoli, even the cartons on things like eggs had been designed for ponut insertion.

                                            >"All done, thank you for shopping at Pone Smart."

                                            "Thank you for loading me up."

                                            >"No problem."

                                            >Yep, ponuts.

                                            >Celestia's gift to pone kind.

                                            >You'd seen them all come through here.

                                            >Big ponuts and small ponuts.

                                            >Wrinkly ponuts and smooth ponuts.

                                            >And basically everything in between.

                                            >But there was one ponut you feared.

                                            >Belonging to a certain green mare.

                                            >A certain, minty mare.

                                            >Who just happened to walk through the door.

                                            >Lyra Heartstrings.


                                            >As you load up the next customer in line, you reflect on the state of ponut.

                                            >Even the stretchiest topped out at around the size of a grapefruit.

                                            >There was a reason you still had paper bags.

                                            >Lyra, well.

                                            >Your boss told you a story once.

                                            >Of a ponut that swallowed a watermelon whole.

                                            >Not a small one either, but a full sized proper melon.

                                            >You shuddered to think how that was even possible.

                                            >And the moans.

                                            >Most ponies hid their arousal well, as is only polite, but Lyra did no such thing.

                                            >Maybe not enough attention from the stallions you suppose.

                                            >"Thank you for shopping at Pone Smart."

                                            >You turn to the next pony in line.

                                            >Lyra.

                                            >With a relative mountain of items.

                                            >Surly she'll take a bag?

                                            >"Paper or ponut?"

                                            "I'll take ponut please, thank you very much."

                                            >She looks at you with this sort of smug look.

                                            >"Did you see, we're having a sale on watermelons. Goes great with a fruit salad."

                                            >She momentarily loses that smug look on her face.

                                            >As if the mere mention brought back memories.

                                            >Painful memories.

                                            "No, I think I've had my fill of melons recently."

                                            >You start sorting the items by size, preparing for insertion.

                                            >"You sure you don't want a bag for some of these?"

                                            "Nope. I'm not a pony who wastes."

                                            >"Alright then."

                                            >Shaking your head, you pump out several more squirts of lube onto your hand.

                                            >You'll be needing it.

                                            >You start with several fingers this time, before reaching your entire hand inside.

                                            >Lyra lets out a moan, bringing looks of disgust from the other nearby patrons.

                                            >Your practically up to your elbow in this mare, ensuring every part of her insides is well lubed.

                                            >Now you've seen ponuts take some pretty big items in the past, but they always bounced back.

                                            >But this mare, she was loose.

                                            >That melon left its mark.


                                            >You started with the largest cartons first, ponut offering little resistance as it stretched wide.

                                            >Milk jugs and various canned items.

                                            >They slid right in with ease, you pushed them all the way in basically stacking them side by side within.

                                            >She moans again, this time her marehood winking as if to confirm just how hot and bothered she was becoming.

                                            >You're gonna need every bit of space you can get.

                                            >Bags of chips, blocks of cheese, and many more things.

                                            >They all disappeared into her hungry hole.

                                            >Each time her stance widening a little further as if to help accommodate such a prodigious load.

                                            >She winked with every item, dripping mare juice onto the floor below.

                                            >Moaning and grunting without a care to who was watching.

                                            >Packing her was taking so long, that it began to draw a crowd.

                                            >Ponies cheering you on as the mare in front of you made a mess of herself.

                                            >Item after item after item after item.


                                            >So many things and you were only about half done.

                                            >As you finally made your way onto the vegetables, she just came right in front of you, gushing everywhere.

                                            >You waited for her orgasm to subside before continuing.

                                            >5 large cucumbers, 6 apples, a small sack of potatoes.

                                            >Just a small sample of the items inside.

                                            >She came several more times as the vegetables rapidly filled her up.

                                            >But finally, the end was in sight.

                                            >Just some tomatoes that you had to squeeze in.

                                            >You looked at the ponut in question, already being held agape from the items within.

                                            >You weren't so sure about this.

                                            >You've packed plenty of tight ponuts but this was on another level.

                                            >A pony from the crowd shouts:

                                            "You can do et!"

                                            >He's right, this was your area of expertise.

                                            >If anyone could, it was you.

                                            >Carefully stepping around the growing puddle of mare juice, you peer inside her ponut.

                                            >"Not much space left."

                                            >You reach inside and give the mass of groceries a gentle push, slowly jiggling it round and round encouraging it to go deeper.

                                            >The mint mare by this point had completely lost herself, face on the floor, her legs just barely keeping her rear aloft.

                                            >You remove your hand and peer inside the ponut again.

                                            >You didn't gain much room, but maybe just enough.

                                            >Taking each tomato, you carefully wedge it inside.

                                            >When you're finally done, you raised your arms and the crowd cheers.

                                            >The mare is completely unresponsive to the noise.

                                            >You give her a slap on the ass and that seems to bring a little awareness to her.

                                            "Wh-what? Done already?"

                                            >She slurs her words heavily, chest heaving with each breath.

                                            >"Thank you for shopping at Pone Smart, please come again."

                                            >She slowly gets up on her hooves again and takes some unsteady steps forward.

                                            >Her ponut quivering under such strain, a couple of cherry tomatoes fall out as she goes through the door.

                                            >Ponies outside stared at the oddly shaped bulges in her gut.


                                            >Job now done, the crowd rushes to congratulate you.

                                            "That was incredible!"

                                            "The best packing job I've ever seen!"

                                            "Can I get your autograph?"

                                            >Maybe it was about time to ask your boss about that raise.