Original Poster: Love and Powerlifting (http://pastebin.com/u/lapsbin) 

Reason this is posted here is because LaP regularly doesn't bin things. Will be removed upon or shortly thereafter being posted on his bin. Maybe.


>"These are fantastic! Thanks a million for the speed order, Anon!"
>You don't look up from the miniature you had in your hands, hunched over your work table with your bright ass light
>You were in your hobby shop
>It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon, and you were working on a buggo army
>The client wanted standard colors, for her two hundred model army
>Thank god
>Standing right next to your table, examining the army of Space Marines that you had somehow managed to paint, despite your busy, busy schedule, was Silver Spoon
>She looked thrilled as she looked over the entire army
>She better
>The Imperial Tits were a pain in the ass to paint
>Fucking yellow...
"Don't be woman-handling those too much," you said. "I still need to varnish them."
>"But they're so NEAT!" Silver replied, pushing her glasses up her nose as she continued to stare wide-eyed at her new captain. "You freehanded the tit on the pauldron and everything!"
"That's what you get when you commission me," you replied, cleaning your brush in a cup of water you had nearby. "Just do me a favor and give me some warning next time. I'm busy enough as is."
>"Oh, business is picking up?"
"Picking up? I had a girl come in the other day offering me five times the standard rate if I thinned the paints I put on her models with water that I dunked my foot into."
>Silver nearly dropped the model in her hand, head whipping around to look at you
>"What?! Really?"
"Oh yeah," you said with a slight nod. "Had the cash ready too. Easiest ten k I ever made."
>Silver put down her model, stepping closer to you
>She looked pretty upset
>"Hey, if anyone gets too creepy let me know," she said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "I know I'm a bit far, but I'll make the drive if you're being harassed."
>You stopped painting for a second to look up at her
>She looked back down with a deathly serious expression
>Silver had always been protective of you, even when you all were little kids in Mrs. Cheerilee's class
>Once, she knocked Twist's tooth out because the girl pinched your nose really hard and made you cry
>You remember her mom being so proud
"I'll be alright," you said with a smile, turning your attention back toward your work. "Most of the girls are harmless. If anyone gets too weird I just call Applejack and Applebloom. They sort stuff out real quick."
>"Still," Silver said, chewing on the inside of her lip. "I'm just an hour away. If I can't get here Diamond definitely can."
>You couldn't help but snort
"Well, it's nice you city gals care about a poor old country boy so much," you said, hamming the country accent up to eleven. "I'll be getting the vapors, I swear I will."
>Silver giggled, giving your shoulder a smack
>"You quit that."
"Quit what, ma'am. Aw yessur, yessur. I can rightly guess whatcha talkin' about right there."
>Silver's giggles turned into laughter
>She and Diamond came back to town pretty much every week, mostly because their dads would nag them to death otherwise, but you liked to think they came down here from Canterlot to see you too
>Your front door opened, and someone stepped inside
>You looked up
>And there she was, speak of the devil
>Diamond Tiara
>Forbes' top business woman for the last two years
>The head of a half dozen fortune 500 companies
>On her way to be one of the youngest billionaires in history
>Also a girl that you knew for a FACT peed her pants while you were all walking through a haunted maze when you were twelve
>She was dressed to the nines in a suit that was probably worth more than your car
>Hell, the haircut she got probably cost more than your car...
"Well, well, well, look who the cat dragged in," you said, putting the model and your paintbrush down to rub your tired eyes
>Diamond clicked her tongue, her nose scrunching up
>She looked around your hobby shop, then at you
>"I see this dump is still up and running," she said
"Hey, easy with that dump stuff. It's not my fault the one holding onto my loan was a cheapskate."
>Diamond snorted, making her way toward you
>"Worst investment I think I've ever made, and that's saying something," she said, walking around the counter so that she stood to your right
>Diamond had always liked to loom over people
>She wasn't a big girl--honestly, she was on the shorter side--but she always really had a talent for it, even when you were little
>She would cross her arms over her chest, do that eyebrow raise that her dad taught her, and in no time at all she'd have most people squirming
>This tactic was how she had won a lot of business, brokering deals and all that stuff
>A bunch of boring, technical business jargon
>Silver had always been way more interested in it than you
>Probably why she was Diamond's assistant and making six figures, were you were here living your dreams in Ponyville supplying plastic crack to the locals
>She was trying her best to loom over you right now
>You just stared back, trying not to yawn
"So, how's your dad doing?"
>"Fine. He insists that you come over to visit him soon," Diamond said, reaching down to pick up one of the finished buggos. "He said something about wine."
"Wine gives me headaches. I can't take sugar with my alcohol," you said
>"Except with cider," Silver said, getting her dirty fingers all over her nice, clean dreadnought
"Except with cider," you agreed. "To be fair though, that doesn't really count."
>You watched as Diamond picked up the centerpiece model for the buggo army
>It was a Forgeworld model
>Very large, stupidly expensive, and a pain in the ass to clean and assemble
"You be careful with that," you said. "It took me three days to put that thing together."
>Diamond scoffed
>"Three days for this? Sweet Goddess."
>She put it back down
>Carefully
>"I'll never understand what you see in these stupid things."
"Hey, these stupid things pay the bills," you said. "Pretty well too, for your information."
>"You know what would pay better? You stopping this nonsense and coming back to Canterlot with us," Diamond said, leaning down so you were nose-to-nose. "I have enough room in my apartment for you somewhere. You can cook my food, clean the place up; you'll be my own little maid."
>She gave you a nasty smile, a twinkle in her eye
>"I'll even get some outfits ordered for you. Black and white, with a lot of frills. You won't have to worry your cute little head about any of this stuff anymore. Let a woman take care of you."
>Silver was no longer holding any of her models
>In fact, she was as far away from you and Diamond as was possible in this, admittedly, small shop
>She didn't look nervous, per se, but she no longer looked completely at ease
>Why you had no idea
>You weren't some little kid
>You would take the teasing with dignity and grace, and then you'd respond in an acceptable way
>Taking a deep breath, you released it
>Standing up, you made your way into the very back of your office, where you had a small bathroom
>Employees only, of course
>Back there you had some nice soap from Bath, Body, and Beyond
>Pumpkin Sweet Tart
>Seasonal
>Very nice
>Had that nice aloe in it to keep your hands soft too
>Wetting your hands, you proceeded to wash them thoroughly
>You mean humming happy birthday four times, cleaning between fingers thoroughly 
>Once you were finished and you had dried off your hands, you made your way back out in front, where a bemused Diamond was waiting
>"And just what were you doing back there?" she asked. "Powdering your nose?"
>You sat back down on your stool
>Looking her in the eye, you lifted your hand, wiggling your pointer and middle finger at her
>Her smile twitched, and the faintest of blushes made its way onto her face
>Not breaking eye contact, you stuck both fingers into your mouth
>The next few seconds were spent getting them as slick with spit as possible before pulling them back out
>Your other hand went down to unbutton Diamond's pants
>She jumped, but didn't move away
>"W-What are you doing?" she said, face turning even redder. "I--"
"Hush."
>You slipped your spit-covered fingers down her pants and her panties
>She gasped as you slipped them inside of her
>Her eyes widened, her body jerked, and one of her hands snapped up to grab your shoulder
"Silver, be a dear and let me know if anyone's about to come through the door," you said
>Out of the corner of your eye you could see Silver, blushing just like Diamond, nod
>You slowly pushed your fingers as deep into Diamond as you could
>With the angle, her pants blocking the way, and how she was standing, it was only an inch or two, but even so she let out a groan
>You could feel her tensing around your fingers
>You stayed where you were, letting her get used to the sensation
>While you waited, you reached up to unbutton her jacket
>The buttons were always tricky on this particular one, but this wasn't your first rodeo
>Diamond was quick to help, finishing the last few buttons with shaky hands
>You chuckled, giving her a kiss
"Who's my good little girl?" you cooed
>Diamond immediately turned cheery red
>She tried to look up at the door, but you grabbed her by the collar, keeping her right where she was as you began to slowly pump your fingers slowly in and out of her
>"Oh.... FUCK," she said through gritted teeth, knees knocking together as you rubbed her clit with your thumb
>Her other hand found its way onto your other shoulder, fingernails digging into your shirt
"Someone like that?" you asked, kissing her again. "Did you miss me that much, hmm?"
>"Yessssss," she said, leaning toward you
>Her hair fell all around her face as she looked down, watching as your hand pumped faster and faster
>Being a gentleman, you pushed some of the hair out of her face so you could get a good look at her
>Her eyes were squinted, her mouth set in a thin line
>With each pump her cheeks would concave and puff out
>Adorable
>Your hand quickly became slick with more than spit as you continued to finger one of the most powerful women in this part of the country
>Slowing down, you curled your fingers, dragging them against her inner walls
>Her breathing hitched as you brushed against a particular spot
>It felt different than the rest of her
>Just a hair coarser
>Diamond's eyes nearly popped out of her skull when you touched it, the girl letting out a gasp
>Usually, you wouldn't play with her g-spot until a bit later, but things needed to hurry along
>You, Diamond, and Silver had never been caught while fooling around in your shop, and you didn't want that happening anytime soon, thank you very much
>You stopped your pumping, instead rubbing your fingers all over her g-spot
>Groaning, she sank to her knees
>You got down onto the floor with her, still playing her like a fiddle
"Call me daddy and I'll play with your tits before you finish," you whispered
>She looked up at you, biting her lower lip
>Both of her hands grabbed your arm as she let out a whine, her back arching
>"Don't m-make me... say it."
"Say it."
>"N-No..."
>You reached up, grabbing a fistful of her hair and gave it a yank
>Her pussy clamped down on your fingers, and she shut her eyes
"Come on. Say it. You look me in the eye and call me daddy."
>You stopped your finger wiggling, now just pumping your fingers as quickly as you could
>Diamond's hips began to buck, her chest heaving
>You let go of her hair, touching her face, then her neck
>You unbuttoned the first two buttons of her dress shirt
>Diamond never wore a bra--she could never find a size that would fit her--meaning her girls were right there ready for the playing
>She looked at you, then at your hand, letting out another whimper
>You opened and closed it, eyebrow raised
"One word. Two syllables. That's all I want."
>She didn't want to
>You could tell from the look on her face that she absolutely didn't want to
>But, as the seconds ticked by, you watched as her resolve crumble
>Bit by bit
>Little by little
>You had to give it to her, she lasted a long while
>So long that your hand was starting to cramp
>But, with one final whimper, she looked you in the eye
>"Daddy..."
>You grinned
"Atta girl."
>Pushing the dress shirt away, you got a handful of tit
>You squeezed
>Hard
>That was enough
>Diamond slumped forward, hugging your arm as she soaked your hand, her VERY expensive pants, and your floor, her mouth open in a wordless cry
>You pinched her nipple, still fingering her through her orgasm, not stopping until all the tension left her body
>Only then did you pull your hand out of her pants, leaning her against you so she didn't fall over
"There's a good girl," you said, giving her head a pat with your clean hand
>You looked at the cum-covered one, bringing it toward your face and giving your fingers a lick
"Ugh, you taste super bitter," you said, making a face. "You need to quit eating all that fast food. Fruit and veggies. More water too."
>Diamond just let out a groan as you licked your hand clean, looking over up over your table at Silver Spoon
>She wasn't watching the door like you had asked
>Instead, she was staring at you, groping a tit, which she had no doubt been doing since your hand went down Diamond's pants
>Thank God above no one walked into your shop...
>Silver had her pants around her ankles, giving you a full view of her heavenly lower body
>Diamond had tits and ass for days, a true hourglass figure, but Silver was all legs and ass
>Her legs might have been bigger than Applejack's, and her ass was round, firm, and just...
>Perfection
>You could bounce a bit off of it and it'd shoot to the moon
>Her mom hated how many pants she had to go through when puberty hit
>Kids used to make fun of her for it
>Thankfully, even as a young man you had superior taste compared to your peers
>Silver, seeing you stare, gave her ass a wiggle
>That, in turn, caused Lil' Anon to wiggle
>You grabbed Diamond by her armpits
>With some grunting and lifting, you had her in your stool, with you standing next to her
>Her face was still flushed, and she looked dazed, but she wasn't going to fall off the stool
"You okay there, sweetie?" you asked
>Diamond just nodded, trying to pull herself together
>Silver whistled
>When you looked over at her she gave you a wink, stepping out of her pants and kicking them away
>She then grabbed her leg, lifting it up toward her head
>Her dad had wanted her to be a gymnast when she was little
>You fucking loved that man
>Walking over, you slung the girl over your shoulder, much to her delight
"Diamond, do me a favor and watch the store. I need a half hou--"
>"An hour," Silver interrupted firmly
>You looked at her, thought it over, and nodded
"--I need an HOUR with Silver so she can pay me back for her army. You know where everything is. If you need anything just give me a holler."
>With that, you made your way toward the stairs, where your bedroom was

~_~_~_~_~_~

>Be Applebloom
>Be making your way through the market with apple fritters in hand
>Granny had made too many, and had told you to take them to your cousin Anon
>The boy loved fritters, even more than most Apples
>Which sure as sugar was saying something
>You didn't mind, you loved your cousin, and you liked looking at the do-dads that he had around his store
>It was about closing time for him, but you knew that he kept the front door open for an hour or two after
>You could see it a ways down the street
>Mr. Davenport had sold Anon his quill and sofa shop after he retired and moved down south
>Anon had doubled the size of the building, but it seemed even smaller than it was somehow
>Probably because he had stuff crammed in there from floor to ceiling
>Anon said that he wanted to have a little of everything for his customers
>You figured he just liked to buy stuff, like any boy
>In just a few minutes, you crossed the market to the shop
>Opening the door, you were greeted with the familiar jingle of the door bell; your gift to him when he first opened this place
"Anon, I hope yer hungry. I got some--"
>Anon wasn't sitting at his counter, leaned over some little army girl like he usually was
>Instead, there was Diamond Tiara
>She looked half-asleep, her tits hanging out and her pants undone
>Kinda looked like she peed herself too
>Closing the door behind you, you gave the air a sniff
>It smelled like sex in here
>Listening carefully, you swore you could hear giggling coming from upstairs
>Diamond looked up at you, blinking slowly
>"Hi," she said tiredly, lifting up a hand in greeting
>Shaking your head, you switched the open sign to closed and locked the door
>You weren't dumb, you could put two and two together
>By rights, you would go over and beat the stuffing out of Diamond for taking advantage of your cousin
>The thing was that you knew Anon
>The horndog was the one that started it; you knew that for a fact
>He had been like that with Diamond and Silver Spoon ever since you all were real little
>Applejack used to tell a story how he went up to Mrs. Rich and Mrs. Spoon, saying that he was going to marry their daughters when he was in first grade
>He was a weird one
>Not even a Janeboy either
>It was like he was wired different
>Granny said all boys his side of the family were like that
>More like girls than boys in pretty much every way
>Your pappy was like that too, Granny said, and it looked like Big Mac was much the same 
>Some of your earliest memories were you all having a sleepover and Anon would just be in a pile with Diamond and Silver
>He liked to hug Diamond, while Silver was pressed against his back
>Your folks all thought it was adorable
>The three had been inseparable, all through school
>Anon didn't go to college like the other two, but they visited him every weekend, a tradition that still continued all these years later
"Anon upstairs?" you asked, walking over and putting the fritters on the counter
>Diamond nodded, helping herself with a fritter
"Ya know, ya should at least put yer blouse back on."
>Your friend just grunted
>You just looked at her, crossing your arms
"What are ya gonna quit messin' around an' marry that boy?" you asked. "Yer dad won't quit botherin' me about it."
>"When I make a billion dollars," Diamond grumbled
"Why then?"
>Diamond smiled
>"Then I'll be almost good enough for him."
>You laughed, giving her shoulder a smack
"If'n that ain't the most boyish darn thing I ever did hear," you said with a grin
>Diamond just gave you a dirty look, eating another fritter
"Well, ya better hurry up. I'd like ya to be my cousin n' law someday soon."
>Diamond smiled as you grabbed a fritter yourself, taking a bite of it
"But seriously though, put away yer tits, ya fruity dyke."

Part 2

>Be Diamond Tiara
>It was late
>You were naked, sore, and covered in sweat and cum
>You were in Anon's bed with the man himself and Silver Spoon, who was in a similar state as you
>On your back, you were staring up at the ceiling
>Anon was cuddled up next to you, as he usually was after a fuckfest
>Nose pressed against your shoulder, arm slung over you
>You could hear his quiet breathing, as well as Silver's
>You couldn't fall asleep
>Frustration and longing sat in your gut like a stone
>Anon was only an hour away
>You visited him every weekend without fail
>He was happy with what he did, happy to see you both every time as well
>And it wasn't enough
>He could be more happy, you could see him more
>You SHOULD see him more
>His shop should be bigger; he shouldn't be staying upstairs like this
>He deserved so much better
>You wanted so much for him, for the three of you
>You weren't good enough
>You hadn't been ever since he held your hand when you all were walking back from school in second grade
>All your life you had been trying to make yourself good enough for this perfect, wonderful creature right next to you
>You weren't
>Anything but
>But, somehow, he still loved you
>He always has; since you were little
>That you never doubted
>And you loved him too
>So much that you'd give up anything for him
>Your businesses? Your respect? Your millions?
>You'd throw it all away if he asked, and it still wasn't enough
>Not until you put a ring on his ringer
>If it were you, you'd give him the best one money could buy, but he'd insist on a simple metal or rubber band
>Probably say something about not wanting to lose it
>You rolled onto your side
>Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him close, pressing his face between your tits
>You wanted him here, like this, everyday
>You wanted to see his face when you went to sleep and went you woke up
>Silver and you had talked about moving your operation to Ponyville
>There had also been talks about buying a helicopter to get down here in half the time 
>A few charitable donations to Mayor Mare and you probably could land it right in the market for all anyone cared
>Or, you could put a landing pad on top of this building...
>Anon stirred
>Lifting his head up, he looked at you, eyes half-lidded and hair messy
>The sight made you heart skip a beat
>"What time is it?" he asked, voice slurred with sleep
>You looked at the clock sitting on the nightstand
"Three a.m."
>He grunted
>Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you downward, resting his chin on top of your head
>"Too early. Sleep."
>You just nodded as he pressed himself against you
>Minutes passed, long enough that you figured he fell back to sleep, when he suddenly leaned back to look at you
>"Hey."
"...Yeah?"
>"When you get that billion, you're moving back down here," he said, looking you in the eye. "I wanna see my wives more than a few days a week."
>Your heart leapt into your throat at that word
>Wives
>"I want kids too. A lot of 'em," he continued. "Your dad wants kids to spoil, so I'm gonna be fucking you and Silver over there until we get them. Got it?"
>You could only nod as he kissed you
>"Hurry up too. I'm getting sick of waiting. If you don't quit messing around I'm buying the rings myself and asking you both while you're in the middle of a meeting. See how you like THAT."
>You would like that
>More than anything actually
>But not yet
>One billion dollars was just around the corner
>After that you could get to what was really important
>Anon once again rested his chin on top of your head
>You kissed his throat, smiling as all negative thoughts left while in his arms
>Goddess, you loved this man
"Yes, honey."

Part 3

>Be Anon
>After months and months of nonstop painting commissions, you had a week or two of nothing to do
>Usually, this was when you stocked up and got everything ready for the next wave that would be coming near the holidays
>However, this year that wasn't the case
>Diamond and Silver found out that you had some free time, and insisted that you come with them
>They wanted to go somewhere in Spain
>Some exclusive, fancy beach
>You were a homebody
>You also didn't like the beach
>Especially the sand
>It was coarse, and rough, and it got everywhere
>You also had no desire to leave Ponyville, much less the country
>Unfortunately, the girls weren't going to take no for an answer
>Diamond even somehow managed to get you a passport
>So you were made to pack and taken to Diamond's personal jet
>The girls seemed excited
>You were nervous
>Unlike most Apples, you were as pasty as could be
>The sun was going to fuck your day up
>Silver spoke fluent Spanish --her hobby was linguistics-- but you couldn't speak a lick of it
>Wasn't it also hot there?
>And full of Europeans?
>The only Europeans you liked were the ones that made miniature figures!
>Still, you three landed not six hour later
>A limo was there to pick you up, driving you to a villa that Diamond bought
>Too big, too nice, too rich for your hick blood
>You didn't want to touch anything honestly
>Fortunately, and unfortunately, the second you had put your bags down Silver was pushing you into the bathroom to put your swim trunks on, and within an hour you were walking the small village you found yourself in
>Diamond walked in front of you, Silver stood beside you, holding your hand
>Both women were grinning like they were chauffeuring around some super model
>Diamond would look at any girl passing by with a smug smirk, or a snort or scoff
>Most of the girls would scowl, or look away
>The guys, on the other hand, would stare and sometimes even swoon
>Not that you blamed them
>Both Silver and Diamond wore bikinis that showed off their bodies
>You weren't dumb
>You knew your girlfriends were beautiful
>Hell, you had known since you were in first grade with them
>The hourglass figures didn't come till years after that though
>Mrs. Rich, a rather flat women herself, had joked that you were the reason why her daughter had an E-cup coming out of high school
>When you were all young --too young honestly-- Silver had read somewhere that getting your boobs massaged helped make them bigger
>And, since your cousin Applebloom was beginning to bud into a woman, bragging that she had gotten her first training bra, both girls had come and begged you to "help them"
>After that, you spent years rubbing their boobs
>You don't know where you got the idea of using cocoa butter while rubbing, but after you noticed how soft it made their skin you always had a bottle in your room
>Mr. Silver nearly had a heart attack when he found you all in Silver's bedroom and the girls had their shirts off
>There was also that time when Diamond started to lactate because she had you groping her six times a day
>The second you all went into the ninth grade they blew up
>Breasts, butts, legs; all of it
>The girls had been beyond happy, saying it was your "magic touch"
>Yep
>Magic touch
>Not because they ate like monsters in the eight grade and they were just lucky
>Still, you kept with the groping tradition even today
>Sure, the cocoa butter you now used was seven hundred dollars a bottle, and if Diamond's tits got any bigger her tailor was going to have a heart attack, but it was nice to see your "handy work" on display
>Unfortunately, Diamond's suggestion of seeing if they could grope your "dick until it grew bigger" was blown out of the water when you mom found out
>She loved Silver and Diamond like they were her own daughters, so the shotgun she showed their twelve year old selves had been unloaded

>The three of you went to the beach for a bit, looked at the shops, even spoke with some locals
>By the time you all got back to the villa it was dark and you were exhausted
>You barely managed to cook the girls dinner before flopping onto the bed and passing out
>When you eventually woke up --before the crack of dawn, since even though you weren't a farmer you were still an Apple, and therefore incapable of sleeping in-- you found yourself sandwiched between the girls
>Your back was pressed up against Silver's chest
>Diamond was snuggled up against you, face pressed against her chest as she quietly snored
>There, sitting on the nightstand, was the cocoa butter, ready for use
>The vacation wasn't all the bad
>You stayed in Spain for a few days, but then you flew up to merry ol' England
>You three went to Nottingham, and Diamond gave you her credit card
>Three days later, an army of very old and very rare models were making their way back home, express first class shipped by royal mail
>Diamond thought you were being stupid, since you could have just flown them home yourself, but you weren't going through airport security with ten suitcases of models
>That would be a hell of a thing to explain
>Besides, you LOVED opening packages

Extra Bit

>Despite being Diamond Tiara's "second in command" in all things business, Silver's the one that gets most sexually aggressive with her boyfriend
>Where Diamond will let Anon do what he wants mostly, Silver will try to turn the tables on him
>When he's rubbing her breasts in the mornings, more often than not she'll try to nudge him down between her legs so that tongue of his will do some massaging of its own
>She'll be the one to drag him to some back room or empty alley and try to stick her tongue down his throat
>Just like Diamond, she's been using all of her extensive series of contacts and connections to find the best wedding ring for Anon, as well as the best place to have said wedding
>Many hours were spent over this
>Hundreds and hundreds even
>That is until the obvious hit her in the face
>A barnyard wedding at Sweet Apple Acres
>A ring of simple stainless steel so if Anon lost it --and he'd probably lose it, since he was so scatterbrained-- it would be easy to replace
>In fact, a rubber ring might have been better
>Cousin Applebloom could have told the two idiots that

Part 4
>Be Diamond Tiara
>Be in quite a bit of trouble
>It had finally happened
>After all the years you had known him, Anon had caught the baby bug
>Your dad and warned you, so had your grandpappy
>And Anon's dad
>And Silver's dad
>You had barely noticed it
>Anon had your arms behind your back and was playing with your tits
>Great, hot; all of that stuff
>He was mumbling things
>Stuff about mommy milk and kids
>You had brushed it off
>He was just dirty talking
>But then whenever you all went shopping he started wandering toward anything baby
>The diaper aisle, baby clothes, cribs
>He started making offhanded comments about kids
>What yours would look like
>How many you wanted
>If you and Silver had thought of any names
>Once, you saw a thousand dollars worth of baby stuff on his Amarezon wishlist
>During sex, Anon never pulled out
>He hadn't since you and Silver had gotten birth control
>The thing was, Anon seemed more... forceful when be came
>There was so much more cum
>And he wouldn't pull out; like he was waiting for something
>You and Silver started noticing it was harder and hard to find your birth control pills
>It was harder to get a new prescription from the pharmacy too
>Like everyone working their seemed nervous whenever you or Silver came through the door
>You had asked Applebloom about it
>She said that all Apple men got the bug real bad
>She told you about how Sugar Belle and Mac were about to have their seventh kid
>She also said that you and Silver weren't getting out of this without a kid in your belly
!highlight!>It made you so excited
!highlight!>You just wanted to get married first, then you could have a dozen little girls like you always wanted!

New Stuff After Long Dormancy
Part 5
 
>Be Diamond Tiara
>Be at the mall with your fiancé, Anon
>Silver had to go to Canterlot for a bit on your behalf to sign some paperwork for an upcoming deal
>You'd go yourself, but the CEO you were working with was a womanlet that HATED how much taller you were than her
>When will they learn?
>That meant you had to go with Anon on this little nerve wracking trip instead of her
>Why was it so nerve wracking?
>It was just going to some silly mall, right?
>You were a big time CEO
>You should have done more stressful things before you finished your coffee, right?
>Wrong
>WRONG
>Anon had been complaining about his underwear and ball bras
>They were starting to get holes in them they were so old
>The boy might have been the most not-man man you knew, but even he liked to be comfortable downstairs
>There was an issue however, one that he had had since you, him, and Silver were freshmen in high school
>See, when all of those magical demon girls were flying around shooting fireballs and lightning bots, Anon got hit
>Whatever hit him launched him right off his feet and into the parking lot twenty feet away
>It scared you and Silver half to death
>But, other than some nasty friction burns and a bad headache, Anon seemed alright
>It wasn't until weeks later than you saw what the magic had done to him
>Your then boyfriend had a respectable "pole and tacklebox" as he called it
>Not weird looking, no weird sagging, no messed up urethra
>Just an average male set
>After the magic hit him, this was not your case
>Your dorky, weird, jane-girl boyfriend grew a fucking hog
>You're talking long and FAT
>And you don't even wanna get into his balls
>Sweet merciful Goddess above his balls...
>You and Silver, of course, loved it
>Anon did not
>He complained even now how he needed to walk and sit differently
>That and how difficult it was to find anything in his size
>Which meant you two would have to go into each store so he could try on everything
>You'd have to be in the dressing room too, since he didn't really know what looked good on him
>And you LOVED his dick and balls
>A lot
>A lot-lot
>And you were going to have to look at it in various types of underwear for the next few hours
>Fuck, you hoped they didn't put cameras in the dressing rooms...
 
[Note: "next few hours" was did not have a specified time and had a typo, so I'm keeping the time frame vague]
 
Part 6
 
>Be Anon
>Be at the mall
>You'd rather be at home, working on a commission, but you couldn't put off coming here any longer
>All of your ball bras were so worn that they were starting to get holes in them
>Never mind not giving you any support
>It made sense though, since you hadn't bought a new pair since high school
>You also couldn't just buy them online
>You've tried that before, with bad results
>They were either too cheaply made, ill-fitting, or not what you ordered
>So may as well bite the bullet
>You would do it yourself, but you were always terrible at picking stuff out that looked good
>You COULD bring the fellas along, but in your gut you knew that if you did you'd be at the mall from when they opened to when they closed
>Nobody got time for that shit, least of all you
>You also really didn't like driving, since you were kinda bad at it
>Which meant you needed Silver or Diamond
>Out of the two, you'd preferred if Silver went
>You loved them both, but Silver always seemed to know the exact stores to go to for whatever you needed
>A skill she learned from being Diamond's right hand woman for so long you supposed
>She no doubt went out of her way to do research days beforehand to find places with your size
>Which was the main issue
>Nearly everything you tried on was too small
>You wanted a comfortable ball bra; not one that made it hurt to walk around in
>Fucking Sunset Shimmer and her demon magic powers messing with you...
>Unfortunately, Silver would be in Canterlot on business for the better part of two weeks
>Something about a womanlet CEO that hated how tall Diamond was
>Which meant your other girlfriend needed to come with you
>And, while you really did love your millionaire CEO gf she was not as... restrained as Silver was
>"Oh my fucking Goddess~"
>Diamond was on her knees, your dick draped over her face
>You were wearing a cute little bra
>Light blue with some frills
>A sleeve for your penis as well
>Easily the nicest bra you had seen today
>The second Diamond saw it she had gotten onto her knees, a hand down her pants, groaning as she nuzzled and huffed your nuts
>You had tried to talk to her
>Tried to move away or push her, but she was really glued there
>In fact, her free arm was wrapped around your leg
>It was, frankly, embarrassing and a bit horrifying
>She was also getting loud enough that anyone wanting to try something on would hear her
>Very clearly
>"Oh, just wreck my fucking throat, daddy~" she groaned, giving your crown a lick
>You grunted, trying to push her away with a knee
"Diamond Tiara. You get up right now!" you hissed. "I'm not getting banned from another store."
>"Daddy cummies!"
"Stopitnow!"
>"Just turn me into your slutty cocksock."
"You're a gosh darn CEO. Show some dignity in public. Please! Diamond, just--"
>Your girlfriend let out a shriek, making you jump
>Her legs clamped down around her hand as she began to shake
>A few seconds later, a familiar scent hit your nose
>...Crab apples...