“Ly… Lyra? URP” a dangerously stuffed, but rather satisfied Bon-Bon called.

“Yeah?” she responded, with two other mares already on her waiting to fill her.

“Whadya think about our little ‘anniversary’ here?”

“It’s… gonna be difficult getting back to our place, don’t yo- Brooorp you think?”

“It’s gonna be real difficult to keep this in your mouth if ya keep talkin’, ly-lard,” Pinkie interrupted as she brought the nozzle closer. “Ok! now open wide, and you’ll be a big as her in no time!”

Rarity sat upright on lyra’s rear, either muttering to herself or to her as well. “Oh… all this, playfull mass… I hardly have enough tape to measure this girth of yours!”