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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.