Dinner with Sunset

A/N: Artistic license for the picture required. It was the best I could find.

Desperately attempting to will your erection, you pushed yourself into the kitchen. Sunset still on her hands and knees as she looked for her spoon.

“Hey stud, could you get the food out the oven. I can’t seem to reach this spoon." She said, reaching further behind the cabinet. Though you didn’t think the spoon had gone that far behind the counter. Nonetheless she reached much further behind the counter, which had the very likely intentional impact of causing her ass to raise higher. Awkwardly trying to avoid looking down her skirt, you got the dinner and laid it out.

“Ah got it.” Sunset said with a beam, leaping up to her feet. Her huge tits bounced upwards out of her bustier, causing them to bounce freely. Seems she didn’t wear a bra either.

And you had been just a tad slow to cover your eyes. You had been transfixed with how they jiggled, and fell to the ground under their weight.

“Oops.” Sunset said with a sly grin. Very slowly she pushed them back under bustier. "That's the problem with huge tits, they're very hard to control."

She sent you a smoldering gaze. "But they're worth it, sensitive, magical and big enough to feast on. It was worth being turned into a demon to get them."

"What-what do you mean?" You ask, you timid voice only speaking in short bursts.

“Well you know how I told you the Equestrian magic turned me into a demon.” She said, serving out the dishes. She hasn’t said anything but you supposed it was the excuse the company provided for you knowing the events of the show.

“Yeah?”

“We’ll I never mentioned the side effects.”