Author's Note

Welcome back, reader. In this one Pinkie has a heart to heart with Mrs. Cake and discovers the secret relationship she had with Applejack's mom when they were younger.

Just Pretend

Inside the kitchen at Sugar Cube Corner, Pinkie was hard at work whipping up some tasty sugary treats to be served to the customers. As Pinkie hummed a happy tune, she had perfectly frosted several cupcakes before shaking some sprinkles on them, twirling as she did this. Pinkie couldn't help but smile at her work as she admired the cupcakes, fighting the urge to eat them herself.

“Ah, perfection to a T. Pinkie, you've outdone yourself. I know.” Pinkie grinned before taking the tray of cupcakes and left the kitchen.

It wasn't long before Pinkie delivered the tray to a party at one table before heading back to the kitchen to await more orders. As soon as she entered, however, Pinkie saw that Mrs. Cake was heading to the delivery area in the back. She followed and peaked through the door and she saw that Pear Butter was loading her truck with ingredients. What happened next was that both Mrs. Cake and Pear Butter were speaking to each other, and it looked like they were engaging in a close conversation between friends.

“I really shouldn't eavesdrop,” Pinkie told herself as she closed the door, “But if I don't get caught then I won't feel guilty about it.” so she casually opened the door again while inching closer to be in ears length of the two ladies.

Though she wasn't sure what they were talking about when their conversation started, she did manage to hear what Pear Butter said next.

“I'm sorry, Chiffon, but you know what will happen and you and I know it wouldn't be right.” she said firmly.

Pinkie took notice of Mrs. Cake looking a bit dismal, and yet had a look of understanding as well, “But Pear, I...fine, then, go.” the two ladies said their goodbyes, as Pear left, and Mrs. Cake got back to work.

Pinkie slid in, “Mrs. Cake, what was going on between you and Mrs. Apple?”

“Oh, Pinkie. It was nothing. Just two old friends catching up,” Mrs. Cake assured her employee, but the tone in her voice said otherwise, “Pardon me.” she went back to the counter to take orders.

The party girl was confused wondering what was going on between one of her bosses and Applejack's mom, “Something's fishy here. And I'm gonna find out what.” she told herself in determination.

As it was getting late, both Pinkie and the Cakes were busy closing up shop and putting away any leftover treats into the fridge to be used for later. As Pinkie was hanging up her apron, she noticed Mr. Cake was about to take off before kissing his wife and left the shop. Mrs. Cake sighed, her head tilted down, which made Pinkie curious.

Pinkie walked over and stood by her boss and asked, “Where's Mr. Cake off too?”

“He made plans to go have a guys night with his close friends, so it's just me tonight.” Mrs. Cake answered, while Pinkie noticed the lonely tone in her voice.

“If you want, I could stay the night. Spike is having a family night with Twilight and her folks, so I'm free to keep you company.” Pinkie reminded her.

“That's sweet, Pinkie, but you really don't have to do that.” Mrs. Cake tried to assure her.

“Nonsense, it's the least I can do. After all, you and Mr. Cake have done so much for me.” Pinkie smiled.

Mrs. Cake, seeing Pinkie offering out of the goodness of her heart, didn't want to reject her offer and nodded, “Well, ok.”

“Great!” Pinkie cheered while doing a jump for joy. She then took Mrs. Cake by the hand and dragged her upstairs to her old room “Come on! We can catch up and I got some photos to show you!”

Soon the two were in the upstairs room that was formerly occupied by Pinkie before she moved in with Spike. They sat on the bed enjoying some drinks, and leftover cupcakes that weren't sold. Pinkie was currently showing Mrs. Cake some selfies of her and Spike together. As much as Pinkie always loved having group selfies with Spike and the girls together with her, she had a separate folder dedicated to selfies of herself and Spike.

“And this one was when we went to the carnival last year.” Pinkie showed Mrs. Cake a selfie of Spike and Pinkie standing before a ring toss game stand.

Mrs. Cake smiled, “You and Spike sure have come a long way since you met in high school.”

“We sure have,” Pinkie confirmed, “When I first met him I knew instantly we were going to be the best of friends. And more down the line.” she said the last part mischievously.

“Oh, yes. I'd always see you two here enjoying a milkshake together looking like the happiest couple there is.” Mrs. Cake said fondly recalling.

“Because we are,” Pinkie beamed, before thinking, 'Though it's nothing compared to Spike and Twilight's marriage. And I really wanted to join them on their honeymoon.'

“And it's also been so kind of Spike to pitch in and help out around the shop whenever we're low on staff.”

“That's Spike for you. Always looking to help out.” Pinkie smiled.

“You really should hold onto Spike, Pinkie. Boys like him are one in a million and one day, one of your friends may make a move on him. I mean if I was in your shoes I'd never let that catch get away.” Mrs. Cake laughed.

Pinkie gave a sly smirk, “So if you had the chance you'd want to be with Spike?”

Mrs. Cake suddenly blushed and looked embarrassed, “What? Gracious no. I'm happily married with two children.”

“I don't know. I saw the way you reacted when Spike complimented you that day,” Pinkie began, “And I quote in his words, 'You're sweet, kind, loving, nurturing, you got all the right goods in all the right places'.”

“The way that boy speaks,” Mrs. Cake blushed still feeling sheepish from when Spike complimented her, "He really should watch what he says or people will get the wrong idea."

“I'm just messing with you,” Pinkie replied, “But I can guarantee if Spike had the chance he'd want you for sure.”

“He'll have to contend with Mr. Cake first.” Mrs. Cake said smirk.

“Oh, most definitely.”

“Still, it does feel nice to be found attractive to a younger man,” Mrs. Cake admitted, “You know I meant when I said that in high school I was a heartthrob. In fact I even had some female admirers.”

“And I bet one of them happens to be Mrs. Pear Butter, right?” Pinkie said jokingly.

Mrs. Cake blushed and remained silent, looking away. It took a second for Pinkie to realize it and her eyes went wide.

“I knew it!” gasped Pinkie, "There was something off between you two when I peeked at you two when Mrs. Pear Butter and yourself were talking."

“Pinkie, you really shouldn't be so nosy!” Mrs. Cake admonished.

“Sorry, but I just had to know! Besides, you looked so sad when she didn't want to hang out with you. I thought you two were friends.”

“We are, Pinkie. It's just...well, it's complicated.”

“But why is it complicated? Friendships shouldn't be complicated, so what happened between you two?” Pinkie inquired.

Mrs. Cake sighed as she knew that Pinkie wasn't going to let go of this. It was something she had hidden for years and she never told anybody this, not even her husband. And she knew Pinkie would always keep any secrets to herself could be trusted with this bit of knowledge.

“Well, this started years ago before I was this successful baker,” Mrs. Cake began to reminisce, "Pear Butter and I have been friends since childhood and we were very close...very close."

“Back before I was married I was just Chiffon Swirl. I was a young girl and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Until one day Pear came by with some ingredients and told me to be creative. The next thing I knew I was preparing Pear Upside Down Cake. It was as if she knew this was what I was meant for.”

“Wow.” Pinkie gasped.

“That was the first of many cakes for me, and Pear Butter was with me through it all. She'd be my taste tester, help with the decorating, and prepped new ingredients. Over the years I had perfected so many recipes. Oh, we did so much together. When we got to high school we both joined the baking club and made some of the best treats the club has ever tasted. We even had our own title 'The Baker Gals'. Boys would line up wanting to sample our treats and hoping to score a date as well.” she giggled.

“The more Pear and I worked together the more we started seeing each other in another light. Sure we were into guys, but we started to see each other as more than just friends. Then one day, while we were alone in the school kitchen making stuff for our school's baking function, we started to mess around with each other from dabbing frosting on each other to covering ourselves with flour. Oh, we made such a mess. But it was in that moment a spark ignited inside us both. We looked into each others eyes and the next thing we both knew we were locking lips, stripping ourselves of our clothes, and making out in the kitchen floor.”

“You two really did that?” the party girl gasped in surprise.

“I know doing it on school grounds, especially inside the school kitchen was incredibly risky, but it was so worth the risk of getting caught. Not that we were, of course. Since that day the both of us had always made time to find a place where we could relax and enjoy some pleasure. Though that didn't stop us from seeing guys in our school, but nothing compared to the time the two of us spent with each other.'

“But all that changed the day Pear met Bright Mac. Him and his family the Apples moved to the city to start up a new branch of the Apple Family Business. Though they weren't a rich sophisticated family, they pride themselves on family and tradition. When Bright Mac and Pear met you could see from a mile away they felt something for each other. Even though both Pear and Bright Mac's families focused on different fruits and would compete against one another, they weren't swayed by their families rivalry. In fact it was because of them standing up to their families got the Apples and Pears to realize their own immaturity and embarrassing behavior got them nowhere. So they buried the hatchet and allowed Pear and Bright Mac to date.”

“How romantic.” Pinkie swooned.

“Yes, it sure was,” Mrs. Cake admitted before sighing, “Sadly, when Pear and Bright Mac started dating she and I didn't have as much time as we used to have outside baking and school. Granted that we still fooled around at times, I was getting jealous of hers and Bright Mac's growing relationship over the years, but for the sake of our friendship I held my tongue. Especially since I knew how much Bright Mac made Pear happy. And when Pear told me about his proposal at the orchard, I felt sad...yet, happy for her, for both of them. I wanted to do something special for Pear and not just making the wedding cake. I decided to throw Pear a bachelorette party inviting ladies from both families. And during the party, Pear and I...well...let's just say it was something I can't get out of mind even after all these years.”

During the bachelorette party, the ladies of both the Apples and Pears along with friends of their families were enjoying themselves while watching a hunky male stripper putting on a show for them. Especially for Pear Butter. Soon Pear saw Chiffon heading back to the kitchen, and decided to check on her. She had noticed her oldest friend hasn't been too focused on the entertainment as were the rest of the ladies present.

She walked to the kitchen and saw her oldest friend was laying out some more snacks and drinks, while shaking a bit.

"Aren't you the busy little hostess." Pear said with a smug look and her arms folded.

"Oh, Pear!" a startled Chiffon said as she laughed nervously, "I was just....getting more snacks and drinks for the ladies."

"Yeah, last thing those ladies need is more booze," Pear laughed as she peaked through the kitchen door, "They clearly had their fill and...whoa, boy, the stripper is going to be busy for a bit."

"I guess the ladies really do like Barnyard Buns." said Chiffon, shaking her head.

"A bit too much," scoffed Pear as she closed the door, "Listen, in all seriousness, thanks for all this. Making my last single's night a great one really means a lot to me. You're a real friend."

"Yes, I...I guess I am." Chiffon responded, sounding unsure of herself as she looked away rubbing her arm.

Though she really didn't want to show it, Chiffon's expression was a sad one. While she was happy for her friend finally tying the knot with Bright Mac Apple, it also meant that a chapter in her life was about to end. She and Pear Butter had been very close friends since childhood and were pretty much inseparable. That bond had gotten stronger as they grew up and it got to the point where they shared more than just a friendship. Chiffon blushed as memories of their secret affair came to the surface, remembering the moments that had begun as just experimentation and blossomed into becoming full on lovers. She also loved how much of a dominant attitude Pear took with her and made her scream in ecstasy. She and her friend continued this, even though Pear had begun to date Bright Mac. For Chiffon, though, it was hitting her hard that after tomorrow, things will change. Just thinking about her affair ending was about to make her cry.

Chiffon then felt an embrace, Pear's arms enveloping her waist. She instinctively wrapped her own arms around her friend and the tears flowed from her eyes. She felt ashamed for thinking such selfish thoughts and she wanted Pear Butter to be happy. She really couldn't hate Bright Mac for sweeping Pear Butter of her feet and in getting to him, he was very reliable and handsome and will make a good husband. It still hurt Chiffon's heart, but she wished her friend all the happiness in the world.

When she lifted her head up, Chiffon noticed that Pear's expression was a bit smug. Before she could respond, her friend planted her lips firmly on hers. Chiffon's eyes widened as she felt Pear's tongued make its way into her mouth. She didn't resist and responded to kiss. moaning as Pear deepened the kiss. Chiffon then felt Pear push her up against the wall, her lips never leaving hers. Seconds later, Pear's lips left hers and started kissing and nibbling her neck. She started to moan loudly as she felt her panties getting wet.

"Pear...oh, Pear, no," gasped and moaned Chiffon. "So good...no...your family... your in-laws...they're just outside and-"

Letting go of Chiffon's neck, Pear said with a smirk, "Oh, they wont be bothering us, sweet thing. My family and new family are busy having fun...really having fun."

Before she could question what Pear meant by that, Chiffon was silenced with a kiss. As she responded by returning the kiss, Chiffon also felt Pear's hands travel upwards until they reached the top of her blouse. She could feel the hands unbuttoning her blouse until Pear forced it open. Chiffon could feel her nipples hardening in excitement under her bra as felt Pear's tongue probe even deeper inside her mouth. Pear then pulled up her bra and started fondling her breasts, making her moan and respond to the kiss, using her tongue to taste hers. Chiffon started to move her hands as she felt the need pleasure her friend, but Pear's hands left her breasts and grabbed her wrists and held them firmly over her head against the wall. She was now under her friend's mercy as she continued kiss her deeply as Pear mashed her breasts with her own.

Letting go of her lips, Pear looked straight into Chiffon's eyes and said breathlessly, "You're so damn pretty, Chiffon. Every thing about you...thick tits and big ass...I just want to tie you up and have it out with you every time I see you. I want to eat every bit of you because you're my idea of dessert. So sweet and tasty."

"Pear...please...I...," Chiffon begged tearfully. "I want...I want..."

"Ooh, I'll make you cum," smirked Pear. "But I want you to do something for me. Something to quench your thirst a little."

Pear moved away and walked over to the counter. She pulled up her skirt, took of her panties and sat on the counter, splitting her thighs open and revealing her entrance. She beckoned for Chiffon to come to her, giving her a seductive grin. She couldn't help but laugh as Chiffon, without hesitation, came to her side, got on her knees and started to lick deep inside her. Pear's laughs turned to moans as she felt her friend's tongue lick her pussy while also stimulating her clit. She looked down appreciatively at Chiffon and then threw her head as she felt two fingers enter her. Pear's breathing quickened as she felt an orgasm coming, but resisted to climax as she wanted to enjoy herself. Wanting to show how thankful she was to Chiffon, she started running her fingers through her hair and petting her head, which caused her friend to lick her even faster. This made her giggle at the fact at how much she had over her when it came to making love.

Feeling her body heat rise, Pear took off her blouse and and bra and started to massage her breasts and pinch her nipples. The extra stimulation almost made her orgasm, but she was holding on as she grit her teeth. Chiffon's efforts were also making it pretty difficult to keep herself steady. As she was getting ready to climax, she looked down at Chiffon and smiled wickedly at her.

"Oh, yeah, lick it," urged Pear teasingly, "Yeah, you like my pussy, don't ya? Yeah, you do, you thirsty little lady...I'll come for you...just lick it...you love my pussy...yeah...good girl...I'll feed you an a bit."

Chiffon kept at it as she licked Pear's soaping wet entrance, her friend's words encouraging her. In an effort go even deeper, she placed her lips on the entrance and licked more of Pear's insides, tasting her juices. All the while, she used her hands to stimulate herself even further, with one hand groping one of her breasts and the other digging deep inside her own wet pussy.

"So, close, Chiffon," moaned Pear, "Yeah...ooh, yeah, lick that pounded pussy. That's right...Bright Mac pounded me so good today...he really loaded me up...it overflowed so much...such a good man, Chiffon. So good to me...tell me...you can taste him, right? Yeah, he left some of his stuff inside me. How does he taste, Chiffon? You like my man's stuff? Does it it make you want to suck his cock? I love his cock, Chiffon! You'd love it too because you're licking his stuff out of me...Chiffon..."

Tears were now streaming down Chiffon's as she redoubled her efforts to bring off Pear. Her jealousy towards Bright Mac was reaching a furious level as she heard her friend moaning for her and urging her to do more. She could only imagine what went between Pear and Bright Mac the fact that she was losing her friend was hitting her like a freight train. Chiffon's heart was breaking, but it didn't stop her from stimulating her Pear. She thought back to all those private moments they shared and how she didn't want them to end. She loved her friend so much but she was getting married and she didn't care. She wanted to love Pear for as long as she lived.

Not long after, Chiffon was rewarded as she felt Pear's spray her face with her juices. She kept her mouth in place so she could drink all the juices that came out, wanting to satiate her thirst. When she was done, Chiffon lifted herself up and proceeded to lick and bite on Pear's nipples, wanting to give each breast the attention the deserved. She could hear her friend moan a bit louder as she petted her head again. When Chiffon was done, she immediately went for Pear's lips and kissed her deeply, wrapping her arms around her.

When the kiss ended, Pear and Chiffon breathed heavily and stared at each other lovingly. Pear gave Chiffon another smirk, which made Chiffon's body rise more in temperature.

"Give me a show, Chiffon...you know how to do that," Pear ordered.

Doing as she was told, Chiffon moved away from Pear. She then pushed her dress down and got on her knees. Chiffon closed her eyes and started to fondle her breasts. She bit her lower lip in order to muffle out the moans, pinching her erect nipples as did so. She parted her thighs a bit expose her soaking wet panties in order show off to Pear. As she continued to play with her breasts, Chiffon slowly opened her eyes and saw that Pear was standing over her with a smug look on her face and hand on her hip. Chiffon blushed even deeper as she lowered one of her hands and started to use her fingers to dig deep into her pussy. As she stimulated her lower region and her breast, she never took her eyes of Pear, taking in every inch of her body, from her face, her exposed breasts, to her exposed sex and strong legs. Chiffon smile grew as she let out ragged breaths as she continued her lewd show to Pear.

"Yeah, you're a much better show than Barnyard Buns," Pear said as she began to fondle her breast and stimulate her Pussy, "Ooh, that wet pussy of yours, Chiffon....yeah...play with it...It's been aching for me all night..."

"Pear...oh, Pear...please...," moaned Chiffon.

"The way you sound, girl," moaned Pear, increasing her finger stimulation. "You've been wanting me all night...wanting to fuck me and eat me out...wanting to get me alone while the girls are probably sucking off the stripper...what about you, Chiffon? Do you want to suck off the stripper? He's packing a hard one and he'd probably love getting his hands on those tits of yours."

"No...not him...I want...," begged Chiffon.

"Oh, I see how it is," laughed Pear as she walked a little closer. She then placed her hand on Chiffon and said. "Maybe you want Bright Mac's cock in your mouth. I can tell you that he fucks me real good with it. It feels so good when he feeds my mouth with it, pouring his cum in my mouth and filling my pussy with it. Ooh, you'd love it, girl. You're cock hungry, admit it."

"No...you're wrong...," sobbed Chiffon. "I want...I want you..."

"To what, girl?" prodded Pear teasingly, "What do want me to do to you?"

"Fuck...fuck...fuck me, Pear," begged Chiffon as she rubbed her pussy even faster.

Without hesitation. Pear lifted her leg and gently pushed Chiffon on her back. She then moved her foot to move Chiffon's hand away from her pussy and used her toes to take off her panties, exposing her. Pear didn't waste any time as she began to use her toes to stimulate Chiffon's clit, making the woman under her writhe in pleasure. She chuckled as she saw her friend lose herself, watching moan and groan as she felt her get wetter as Chiffon started to climax on the spot. Pear had to admit that she loved having this power over Chiffon as she saw give in to her more lewd side, seeing play with her breasts while giving her pussy attention. Her smile grew as Chiffon's efforts to silence her moans were becoming futile and moved her foot away from her pussy and instantly silencing her by shoving it in her mouth.

"You let so much out, girl," smirked Pear, "Be a shame to waste that pussy juice. Yeah...you love the taste, Chiffon. Take it all in...taste that pussy."

Chiffon instinctively let out her out her tongue and licked Pear's toes, tasting her own juices. She savored the taste of her friends toes in combination to her climax. All the the while she kept stimulating her breasts, pinching her nipples. She let out a whine when Pear's foot left her mouth but let out a loud moan when she instantly felt her pussy being eaten out. She clamped her shut but writhed in pleasure as she felt Pear's fingers and tongue stimulating her pussy. She couldn't help but Climax on the spot, but Chiffon felt that Pear was being relentless. More tears streamed from her eyes as she felt another climax coming. Her smile grew even bigger as she tried to stifle a moan.

It wasn't long until Pear moved her head away from Chiffon's pussy and started using her tongue to taste her breasts. She used her hands to fondle and squeeze them. She practically devoured as she used her teeth chew on Chiffon's nipples, yanking them and making her friend moan loudly. Pear gave Chiffon and climaxed stained kiss and held her so she can go even deeper, feeling her friend respond to her. She moved again and positioned herself to scissor Chiffon, her pussy clashing with hers. Pear held on to Chiffon's leg and started to hump her, moaning as she began to work herself to bring herself and Chiffon off. Her hip movements became even faster as she worked up a sweat as Chiffon just took the stimulation.

"Yeah, you're going to remember this," chuckled Pear, "I love you, Chiffon. I'm going to make you come so hard...yeah...let it out, girl...let it all out...come for me..."

"I love you, Pear Butter," sobbed Chiffon, "Please...don't...I love you...Please don't lea-"

Chiffon bit her lower lip again and stifled a loud moan from escaping her lips. She climaxed, letting out her juices as Pear climaxed along with her. He body tingled, practically glowing at the sensation of what Pear did to her. After a moment, Chiffon felt Pear's lips on her again, responding to the kiss as she held it for as long as she could. When the kiss ended, she saw Pear stand up ad straightened her clothes, putting her shoes back on as well as her panties.

"I really should get back out there," Pear said, "You should join us."

Chiffon only nodded as Pear left the kitchen, closing the door. She didn't make the effort to get up as she covered her face in her hands and started to weep. Chiffon knew that after tomorrow, things were going to change.

Pinkie looked at Mrs. Cake and started relating to her. The way she felt about Mrs. Pear marrying Mr. Bright Mac reminded her of how sad she felt when Spike married Twilight. Though she was happy for the two, she still felt sad that her relationship with Spike wasn't going to be as big as his relationship with Twilight. But regardless she was happy for her two friends. It still made her a bit bitter that Spike chose Twilight as his bride.

“I'm sorry you went through such a heartbreak Mrs. Cake.” Pinkie said in sympathy.

“So was I,” Mrs. Cake replied, sighing, “Eventually, a few years later I found my own man, Carrot Cake. When we started dating I started to see exactly what Pear felt when she and Bright Mac got together. I love him and I have two beautiful children, but the loneliness I felt didn't disappear and...Pinkie, I still love her. Even after all these years. We were friends...lovers. Now we don't see each other or anything because...”

“Because of what, Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie asked.

“Because...well, before Carrot and I were to be married, I had sent an invitation to Pear, but she never came. I suspect she didn't want risk anything happening between us and ruin my nuptials and her marriage.”

“Oh.” Pinkie realized.

“Still, it would be nice to be close again,” Mrs. Cake smiled nostalgically, “To catch up on all times, to share stories and...”

Pinkie nodded, “Yeah, I get it.”

“Don't get me wrong, Pinkie. I love Carrot Cake to death, but...I know it's wrong to think it, but being in Pear's arms and she made me feel...I can't forget that. Worst part of it is that Carrot doesn't even know about what I had with Pear and I'm afraid of what he will think I did. I was making love to someone who already was attached and I...”

The baker woman started to weep and found herself being hugged by Pinkie who always knew how to comfort someone whenever they were feeling sad. Mrs. Cake appreciating the kind gesture returned the hug.

As Mrs. Cake wept Pinkie continued to comfort her boss until she calmed down. When they broke the hug Mrs. Cake smiled as she wiped her tears away. She was glad that she could talk about her feelings for Pear with someone she could trust. Pinkie herself felt glad she could talk with her boss about it, knowing how difficult it was for Mrs. Cake since this wasn't exactly a secret she could tell just anybody.

Pinkie still wished she could help her boss out, until an idea popped into her head, “You know, Mrs. Cake. I may have a way to help you through this.”

“What do you mean?” Mrs Cake wondered.

“Let's play a little game of pretend.” Pinkie began.

“Pretend? Pinkie, I'm not a child and-”

“Just hear me out. Let's pretend I'm Ms. Pear Butter,” she styled her hair to look like Applejack's mom's hairdo, “Now, I want you to say and do exactly what you would say and do with her when it was just you together.”

“But you're my employee...more than an employee, you're like a daughter and Carrot-”

“I won't tell him or anybody if you don't. I even Pinkie Promise. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!” she promised, “Come on. I'd love to see how deep you and Ms. Pear were.”

Mrs. Cake stopped and thought about it, secretly wishing to reclaim the fun and erotic feeling of when she and Pear Butter would make love. She closed her eyes and thought back to all the fun she experienced in the past and how much Pear meant to her. She felt a bit apprehensive in using Pinkie, her employee and daughter figure, as a stand-in for Pear. She couldn't deny however, gorgeous and youthful she was which made her remember how she and Pear were back in high school. Mrs. Cake's heart started to race as she thought about what she was about to do next. She was risking much, but she wanted to experience those feelings she had with Pear, even if that wasn't really Pear in front of her. She opened her eyes and gulped, steeling herself.

"I love you." Mrs. Cake said.

Pinkie smiled and responded, "There, that wasn't so ha-"

Overcome with feelings of lust and sexual desires, Mrs. Cake surprised Pinkie by placing her lips on hers, making the party girl's eyes widen. The initial shock wore off instantly as she moved closer, responding to the kiss. As Pinkie felt Mrs. Cake deepen the kiss, she moved her hand towards the woman's thigh and started to rub it. She gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting a moan from Mrs. Cake and got a bit bold as she move her hand beneath her dress. As soon as her hand reached Mrs. Cake's panties, Pinkie could feel that she was getting wet. She gave the covered entrance a rub, feeling that her clit was getting a bit stiff. She used her hand to fondle her breast, eliciting another moan from the woman, but it didn't remain there for long as she moved her hand to unbutton her blouse.

“Pinkie.” Mrs. Cake moaned, before Pinkie shushed her.

“Remember, I'm Pear Butter here.” she winked.

After fully unbuttoning Mrs. Cake's blouse, Pinkie used both hands to open it, revealing the baker's bra covered buxom. She then took off the blouse, pulled the bra up over Mrs. Cake and and threw it aside, the woman's breasts now free of restraint. Pinkie wasted no time fondling and massaging Mrs. Cake's breasts, marveling at their size and noting how much of a handful they were. She briefly compared them to her own and she was a little envious, though she knew she wasn't lacking in that department. As she continued to make Mrs. Cake feel good, she thought of Spike and how he would kill to be in her position. She also thought back to when she used Twilight's potion to turn into Mrs. Cake and how wild Spike went at her. It did make her a little jealous that Spike would act so amorous and lustful towards her mother figure if given the chance, but she really couldn't blame him. Mrs. Cake is a beautiful woman that could turn heads.

"Hmm, so big, Mrs. Cake," said Pinkie, never taking her eyes of Mrs. Cake's breasts, "Mr. Cake is really lucky to come home to these every night. I bet he loves to nibble on these tasty teats. I bet he really loves coming all over them."

"Ooh, yes, harder," moaned Mrs. Cake, "Pin...Pear...harder...please...yes...my husband, he...really loves to cover all of me in his cream."

"I bet he does," giggled Pinkie, "But I know someone who would love to feed on you...yeah, he would love to have you like I have you now...how your hubby has you all the time."

Pinkie gently pushed Mrs. Cake onto the bed and started lick at a breast while still fondling the other. She could hear the baker moan loudly, urging her to do more. Pinkie did so, remembering how Spike went wild for her and started nibbling a nipple while pinching the other. She could feel Mrs. Cake writhing in pleasure beneath her, but kept pleasing her breasts more wildly. Mrs. Cake was responding to her very positively and the party girl proceeded to use her teeth to yank at the nipple as if she wanted to suck her milk out of her. She proceeded to give the same attention to the other breast, making Mrs. Cake howl in pleasure.

"Pear...my tits...keep doing that," groaned Mrs. Cake.

"Mrs. Cake, you naughty thing," teased Pinkie as she fondled Mrs. Cake's breasts, "Ooh, Spike would love to shove his big thing between these."

"No...don't say that...only...," Mrs. Cake panted.

"Now don't lie, sweet thing," teased Pinkie, "Spike has told me how he would to shove his big thing between your breasts and feed you his creamy...dreamy...man seed. He tells me every time he takes me. He says...he can truly bring you to heaven, Mrs. Cake. Spike says he wants to mark you."

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Mrs. Cake began to think about Spike. She remembered how she would catch him looking at her with those lewd eyes of his and how it would make her feel. She had keep reminding herself that she was married and banish those thoughts. In fact, she would sometimes take Mr. Cake into the warehouse and suck him off just to prove her devotion to him. But now, she was playing pretend and imagining it was Pear bringing her to heaven. So many thoughts were going through the baker's mind as she beginning to lose herself to lust.

"Now, how's about giving my girls some love?" asked Pinkie through half lidded eyes.

Regaining her strength, Mrs. Cake sat up and claimed Pinkie's lips once again. As she kept her lips locked with the pink haired girl, Mrs. Cake didn't even bother unbuttoning her blouse as she forcibly opened it, damaging the strings. She pulled the bra up and started to fondle Pinkie's breasts, eliciting a gasp that turned into a moan. Mrs. Cake enjoyed how receptive the girl was to her touch and she began to become more bold, kneading Pinkie's breasts as if they were dough to made into bread. She even used her thumbs to tease the nipples. This brought up more memories for the baker woman, remembering that even though Pear would be the one to initiate things between them, there were times that she couldn't hold herself back from pleasing her and show that she could very loving. It wasn't long before Mrs. Cake lowered one of her hands and began to feel the fabric of Pinkie's panties and noted how wet they had become. She then slipped her hand inside and started to stimulate the girl's inside.

'Ooh, so good,' Pinkie thought as she felt Mrs. Cake's fingers feeling pussy while feeling her tongue work its way into her mouth. 'You really haven't missed a beat, Mrs. Cake. You...ooh, keep doing that...you really know...oh, my...'

When Pinkie felt Mrs. Cake's lips leave hers, she let out a gasp when she instantly felt them on her nipple. She placed a hand on the back of the baker's head to keep her place. Pinkie's breath quickened as the stimulation was getting to her. She could feel Mrs. Cake really going to town with her breasts, feeling her mouth sucking and nibbling her nipples as she felt her fingers digging deep into her pussy. Pinkie then used one of her hands to reach out to one of Mrs. Cake's buttocks. She pulled her dress and gave her buttock a gentle squeeze. This made Mrs. Cake moan, letting go of Pinkie's nipple, only for the energetic girl to capture her lips. They remained in the lip lock, tasting each other with their tongues as their breasts mashed together.

Letting of Pinkie's lips, Mrs. Cake crawled on top of the bed, sticking her butt up. She looked back over her shoulder as the young girl pulled down her dress along with her panties. She blushed as she bit her lip, moaning as she felt Pinkie massage her but while giving it a bit of a pinch. Mrs. Cake then felt Pinkie give her butt a few light kisses before licking every inch of it. The baker let out a loud moan as she felt Pinkie's tongue taste every inch of her bottom. Not long after, she felt Pinkie's fingers enter her pussy, stimulating her insides as she was on the verge of climaxing. What made it even difficult to hold on was when Pinkie used her finger to pull apart her folds and began to lick deep inside of her pussy. Mrs. Cake gritted her teeth, groaning at how fast Pinkie was stimulating her, but her moans grew even louder, her breaths becoming even more ragged as she started leak more juices.

"Oh...oh, Pear...more...I missed you...I love you," wept Mrs. Cake.

Pulling her head from Mrs. Cake's pussy, Pinkie responded in a teasing tone as he kept using her fingers, "I think you missed me for doing this to you. You're pussy taste soo much better than any cake you have ever baked. I'd rather eat you all the time...ooh, so tasty. I love how you taste...I can't decide if I prefer your pussy or Spike's big one!"

"But...ooh...aah...I'm going to...but...what about..." moaned Mrs. Cake.

"Oh, Bright Mac's is great. But Spike's...he gets me so hot all over. When he enters me, it's like his thing is on fire and it makes me come so much. He lets out so much that my insides can't hold it all. He has so much in him that...ooh, he can mark me all he wants and I wouldn't mind having his baby. I swear, he has enough for my mouth...my pussy and my bottom! How about you, Mrs. Cake?"

"No...all I want is you...I love you so much!"

"Oh, that's sweet of you, but be honest. I offered you my hubby's big one years ago. You've been mounting Mr. Cake's for so long that you may want to try something new. Spike wouldn't mind sharing, Mrs. Cake. I love his big one and I bet you'll come the second he enters you."

"Pear...please...I'm so close...make me come, please."

"Nuh, uh, sweet thing. Say it...Carrot's, Bright Mac's or Spike's."

Mrs. Cake's mind was in a haze of pleasure. She really found it difficult to form an answer as Pinkie kept using her fingers on her pussy. She was very close to climax, but then she felt Pinkie's motions slow down. Mrs. Cake whined, as if begging Pinkie to go faster but the girl wasn't listening. She wiggled her butt to entice her, nothing going. Pinkie's finger action was slowing and Mrs. Cake wanted release.

"Please...make me come...," Mrs. Cake begged.

"I'm waiting. sweet thing," said Pinkie in a sing song voice.

"Spike's...I want Spike's cock..."

"Ooh, a young big thing. Do you really, really want it?"

"Yes...I want Spike's big cock so bad...I want him to fuck me...more than Carrot or Bright Mac..."

When she answered, Mrs. Cake didn't expect Pinkie's fingers to leave her, denying a much needed release. She looked at Pinkie with wide eyes as more tears left her eyes. Before she could question Pinkie's actions, the girl proceeded to discard all her clothes, leaving her in all her naked glory. She then saw her lay down on the bed and opened her thighs, revealing her wet pussy to her.

"Have a taste of my sweet center, Mrs. Cake," Pinkie purred, beckoning to Mrs. Cake. "I want to see how much you remember how to please a woman."

Mrs. Cake came at Pinkie like a predator pouncing on its prey. She immediately went for the lips, kissing the pink haired girl more hungrily than before. Mrs. Cake would let go of Pinkie's lips on occasion but only to kiss her cheeks before going for the lips again. After a few seconds, Mrs. Cake settled for locking lips with Pinkie as her hand traveled down to the girl's opening. Once there, the baker began fingering her vigorously, making Pinkie let go of the lip lock and letting out a gasp. Mrs. Cake then moved her head to for the breasts again, fondling one of them and squeezing it tightly while licking and biting the nipple of the other. Hearing Pinkie squeak and squeal in delight made Mrs. Cake go for the other breast and was practically devouring it, even yanking the nipple with her teeth. Eventually, she went lower and saw that Pinkie was very wet from the stimulation. She used her fingers to dig deeper into her pussy as she licked and tasted her juices.

"Oh, yeah!" shivered Pinkie, feeling Mrs. Cake's tongue and finger inside her entrance, "I didn't think....oh, yes...Mrs. Cake, your tongue...deeper...you haven't lost...so many years of sucking a big one...licking it...making it come...but you love pussy juice....you missed pussy juice...so much different than a man's juice...keep doing that...ooh, you still got it...make...make me come!"

Mrs. Cake kept going at it, her lips on Pinkie's entrance as her tongue traveled deep inside. Using her hands to grab at Pinkie's butt, she kept her head firmly in place in order to get every last drop of the sweet nectar that she craved. On on occasion, she gave Pinkie's clit a little bite, making the girl scream. Still, she wanted to make Pinkie come so badly that she greedily attacked the entrance. Eventually, she got her reward as Pinkie climaxed, spraying her face with her juices. Mrs. Cake didn't want to stop as she went for the entrance again, licking more the girl's juices. She could hear Pinkie encourage her and it only serve to do more to her pussy. Pinkie climaxed again and this time she was able keep her mouth on the entrance, drinking as much as she could. Mrs. Cake still wouldn't let as she want more and pleasuring and licking Pinkie's pussy.

"Mrs. Cake...so greedy...so hungry," Pinkie moaned, breathing heavily as she was on the verge another climax, "Yeah...yeah...you love my pussy...lick it...deeper...ooh, Mrs. Cake...taste what Spike pounds all the time...what he fills with his creamy...dreamy...ooh, so good and delicious cum! Oooh, I'm gonna cum...make it come out...Mrs. Cake, I'm bursting!"

And burst Pinkie did as she let out more of her juices onto Mrs. Cake. Somehow, the girl was able to let out more that she made the baker take more in the mouth and all over her face. She was stained and after swallowing more juices, all she could do was smile gratefully as her tongue stuck outside her mouth, breathing heavily. She tilted her head upward and saw that Pinkie was also breathing heavily as well. Pinkie smiled appreciatively at her, which made Mrs. Cake's body shiver for more to come.

"I think it's time to satisfy something else." Pinkie said with a knowing smile.

"Oh, yes." responded Mrs. Cake desperately.

Pinkie hopped off the bed and went to her dresser drawer. She opened the top drawer and after removing a few things from it, she took out a black box, placed it on top of the drawer and opened it. Pinkie's eyes sparkled as she took out the strap on dildo, a big smile forming. It had been a while since she had seen her old toy and though she had another one in her room at the apartment, Pinkie nonetheless couldn't help but admire it's size. It was also very realistic looking at first glance and it didn't look like hard rubber. She felt the firmness of the dildo and moaned, feeling very giddy and she wanted to use it on herself. She shook her head, remembering that Mrs. Cake was the one in need. Pinkie turned around and went back to the bed, showing the dildo to Mrs. Cake.

"This isn't just any dildo," Pinkie began to explain, "I had this one especially made. Just look at it, Mrs. Cake. The firmness, the length, the texture and the pigmentation as well as few details. What I have here is what I call...Spike's spike!"

When Pinkie handed her the dildo, Mrs. Cake couldn't help but admire it. It looked very real and she blushed as she used her hands to feel around the length and the fact that it felt really thick. She gave the toy a half lidded stare, admiring it and found herself getting wet again at the prospect of this thing entering her. Mrs. Cake even found herself comparing its size to that of her husband, though she quickly chided herself for thinking such thing, reminding herself that sex with her husband was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Still, Mrs. Cake found herself more curious about Spike's actual length and if this toy wasn't just an exaggeration of the boy's length.

Mrs. Cake let out a gasp when a pair of hands began fondling her breasts. So captivated by the dildo that she didn't realize that Pinkie had gotten behind her. She almost let the dildo drop as she moaned at the girl's touch. She shivered when she felt Pinkie's tongue neck and behind ear. Mrs. Cake's moans grew louder as Pinkie began to pinch her nipples.

"Why don't you play with my toy for a bit?" whispered Pinkie, "Just imagine yourself making Spike happy."

Mrs. Cake proceeded to lick the top of the dildo. She began to imagine herself tasting Spike's erection and how it would actually taste. Mrs. Cake instinctively looked up and her imagination took hold, thinking of Spike looking down at her with a pleased look on his face. She then gave the length long licks, making sure every inch was slick with her saliva. After a bit, Mrs. Cake shoved the length inside her mouth. She moved in in and out, simulating a blow job as she blushed a deeper shade of red. As much as she did this kind of thing with her husband, Mrs. Cake could only think of Spike shoving the real thing inside her, maybe climaxing inside her mouth or on her breasts all the while Pear kept feeling her up. There was a sense of shame that came over her at the thought of a young man having his way with two married women, but it was fading away as her imagination was getting the best of her.

"Place it between you breasts...he likes it soo much." whispered Pinkie again.

Mrs. Cake did as she was told as she placed the dildo between her breasts. Pinkie provided support as she helped sandwich the toy while she move length. It started out slow as she moved the toy up and down, feeling the thickness of the toy as well as the slickness of the saliva. Mrs. Cake moaned, the sensations getting to her as she rubbed her thighs together. She was glad that Pinkie was holding her as she felt that she might fall over. As felt the girl pinch her nipples harder, Mrs. Cake's eyes were glazing over, totally lost to lust as her body craved for more. Being held by the girl that she had looked at as her own daughter so intimately, Mrs. Cake let her feelings be know as she looked back at Pinkie with a look that she wanted more.

"You want it that bad, huh?" asked Pinkie, batting her eyes seductively, "Then I'll show you what you've been missing."

When Pinkie let her breasts go, Mrs. Cake dropped to the bed, front first. She knew what was coming next and prepared herself. She felt her body move as Pinkie lifted her butt, making stick up. Mrs. Cake then felt the girl massage her butt and feeling the tip of the dildo on her entrance. With Pinkies grip tightening, Mrs. Cake felt a hard shove and let out a loud moan, feeling every inch of the dildo go deep inside her. She blushed as she felt herself climax on the spot. As she gripped the blanket on the bed, Mrs. Cake gritted her teeth as she felt Pinkie thrust into her. More than ever, she found herself comparing her husbands size to that of the Spike sized dildo. She felt guilty as she found herself enjoying having her insides rammed. Mrs. Cake managed to use her hands to lift herself up and managed to look over her shoulder. She gave Pinkie a look that urged her to go faster.

"So, naughty," Pinkie said as she gave Mrs. Cake a hard slap on the butt, "Being humped by a cock that isn't your husband's. But I bet your husbands thing doesn't compare to a young man's, huh?"

"So...good...no...Carrot...I'm sorry," sobbed Mrs. Cake, "Spike's cock feels so good....fuck me...harder....no...there's no way..."

"Spike humps me so hard, sweet thing," Pinkie teased. "He so big...bigger than Bright Mac's...he has you're husband beat, Mrs. Cake. I...ooh, yeah, his cook feels so good...say it....Spike's cock feels so good....you can never go back to your husband after this."

"No...that...fuck...me...I can't..."

"You're loving this, Mrs. Cake. And here I thought you loved me. But you love having this thick...long...cock inside of you. Spike would love humping you himself and come inside...mark you so you can have his child...so he can suck all that milk out of your breasts. Would you like that, you naughty, naughty girl? Would you like another bun in the oven? Do you love cocks more than pussy?"

Mrs. Cake couldn't form and answer as she begun to scream in pleasure. She felt Pinkie thrusting the dildo at faster rate. At this point, she didn't care about anything except to be brought off. She felt very close to coming again when she felt her move. Now she was on her back, but Pinkie kept on thrusting inside her. The girl was on her breasts again, sucking them off and biting each nipple. More tears came out as Mrs. Cake urged Pinkie to more.

"Pear...I love you...I want Spike's cock!" screamed Mrs. Cake. "Please...Pear...don't leave me...make me come...you're better than my husband...fuck me...Spike's cock is mak-"

As she felt Pinkie give her one final thrust, Mrs. Cake threw arched her back and let out one final scream as she climaxed hard. She could feel her juices come out of her like a wave and she felt her body glow. After coming down from her high, Mrs. Cake laid on her back, breathing heavily as she tried to regain any sense of composure. Pinkie held on to her tightly and the pink haired girl captured her lips and kissed her deeply. After a few seconds, Mrs. Cake's and Pinkie's lips parted. The baker looked away and sighed, a sad smile forming.

"I haven't felt like that in years," Mrs. Cake said, "Pear loved to take the lead...all this just made me remember what we had and I...I just want to be her friend again."

Pinkie didn't like seeing Mrs. Cake sad and began to think about what else she could do. I didn't take long to get an idea and brightened up.

"I think, Mrs. Cake, that you should let her know that." Pinkie suggested. “Let's go pay the Apple family a visit, like right now.”

“What?” the baker woman gasped, “Pinkie we can't just show up there unannounced. She's probably busy with family and-”

“Oh, I do it all the time, so no worries” Pinkie replied, “Besides, Mrs. Apple and Mr. Apple aren't here all that often, so this is your chance to reconcile with your oldest and dearest friend. Do you wanna continue to go through life with regret?”

“Well, no.” Mrs. Cake admitted.

“Then do the right thing, and go to her.”

Mrs. Cake heeding the words of her employee suddenly gained the confidence, “Well, alright.”

“Yes!” Pinkie cheered.

As nighttime fell, Pinkie and Mrs. Cake were driving over to the Apple Family home. Though Mrs. Cake was still hesitant, she knew if she didn't see Pear now then who knows when the next perfect opportunity would be.

They pulled up outside the house before getting out. The two walked up to the door, and Pinkie rang the doorbell. As the two waited, Mrs. Cake calmed herself and relaxed knowing there was no turning back now.

The door opened and the two saw Big Mac.

“Pinkie? Mrs. Cake?” greeted Big Mac.

“Hiya, Big Mac!” Pinkie greeted.

“Good evening, Big Macintosh. I hope we're not intruding.” Mrs. Cake said nervously.

“Oh, not at all. Actually the fam and I were just about to have dinner. Care to join us?” Big Mac offered.

“Sure.” Pinkie answered.

“As long as you're ok with it.” Mrs. Cake added.

“The more, the merrier,” Big Mac showed them in before walking back to the dining to tell his family, “We got company.”

Pinkie and Mrs. Cake entered the dining room. The two noticed the surprised looks on Applejack and Apple Bloom, but Pear Butter looked the most shocked. Mrs. Cake couldn't help but stare at her old friend and looking at her shocked face made her feel a bit more hesitant.

“Evening, Apples!” Pinkie called.

“Pinkie?” Applejack asked.

“Cup Cake?” Pear Butter asked, the look of shock still on her face.

“Hi, all.” Mrs. Cake greeted sheepishly, trying not to stare at Pear Butter.

“Well, this is sure a surprise,” Granny Smith laughed, “Why didn't ya tell us you was dropping by?”

“Really it was a spur of the moment,” Mrs. Cake answered, while exchanging looks with Pear Butter, “I hope we're not intruding.”

“None, at all. Big Mac bring in some extra chairs.” Granny Smith said.

“Sure thing.” Big Mac said, as he brought in two more chairs setting one up next to his mom for Mrs. Cake, and one in between Applejack and Granny Smith for Pinkie Pie.

“So, Pinkie, how was work today?” Applejack asked.

“Delicious as always,” Pinkie smiled, before whispering to her friend, “In more ways than one.”

Applejack raised a brow before noticing a blush on Mrs. Cake's face, “Right.” Applejack replied curiously.

Pear Butter looked around seeing her family, oldest friend, and daughter-in-law together and smiled, “It's so nice to be here with all of you. And I mean all of you.” she said looking to Mrs. Cake, who smiled.

“I'll drink to that.” Granny Smith said, as she picked up her mug of cider.

Applejack poured some cider for Pinkie and Mrs. Cake before taking her seat. Pear Butter picked up her cider and spoke, “A toast, to family and friends.”

“Cheers!” they announced before drinking their cider.

Afterward, while Granny Smith, Applejack, Pinkie, and Apple Bloom were cleaning up, Pear and Mrs. Cake were outside in the back of the house so they could have some privacy. There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence between them, not really knowing what to say or do. They both found themselves staring up into the sky before going back to looking at each other, sighing.

“So, Chiffon,” Pear began, using Mrs. Cake's maiden name, “Why did you and Pinkie really come all the way out here? If it's about what happened earlier?”

Mrs. Cake sighed again and sighed, “I just had to see you, Pear. Listen, I know you have your reasons for not seeing me, but I miss you and I want us to friends again. I know you and your husband are busy expanding the business, but I don't want our friendship to end and I thought if we could make time, then....”

“Well...I could've been more sensitive about it and I'm sorry," Pear admitted, "Believe you me, Chiffon, I know how much our friendship meant to me...to us. Trust me, every time I have to travel, I think of you. In fact...I think of you so much that if I ever saw you again, I might lose control and ruin everything for myself and for you. I love you too much for that to happen.”

Mrs. Cake nodded, “I know we can never have what we used to be together, especially since we're both happily married with kids of our own.”

“Yeah, but know this, Chiffon,” Pear began, as she laid her hands on Mrs. Cake's face making her blush, “No matter what, the relationship we shared will always be special to me. And no one can ever take that away.”

“Pear...” Mrs. Cake said softly, as the two leaned forward and kissed like they used to.

When they parted the two smiled at each other knowing they will always have the memories of their special relationship.

Unbeknownst to them, Applejack and Pinkie had been watching from the window having witnessed the whole thing. Pinkie smiled happily, while Applejack looked shocked.

“Did that really happen?” she asked her party friend.

“Yes, it did.” she confirmed.

“Wow. Looks like my mom and Mrs. Cake really were that close when they was our ages.” Applejack realized.

“And we're just the same!” Pinkie cheered, as she cupped Applejack's face and kissed her.

Applejack was taken aback, but shut her eyes and returned the kiss feeling just like when they'd have a threesome with Spike. The two friends parted and smiled at each other, before hearing a romantic sigh.

The two looked to see Apple Bloom standing around watching them with a smile and crossing her arms, “Oh, please. Don't mind me. Things looked like they were getting good.”

The two felt embarrassed, but remembered Bloom was in the harem now which meant they didn't have to hide anything from her. The two smirked and turned towards the younger girl. Apple Bloom suddenly looked nervous, before the two older girls lunged at her and tackled her to the floor and started kissing her cheeks.

“Kissy-Kissy!” Pinkie said while kissing Apple Bloom's cheek.

“Applejack! Pinkie! Stop!” Apple Bloom laughed.

“How do you like them kisses, ya little whippersnapper?” Applejack teased while kissing her sister's cheek. "This is for trying to feel me up earlier!"

"Oh she did, huh?" Pinkie asked teasingly. "Maybe we should feel her up right here and now."

"Um, help?" giggled Apple Bloom.

"Yeah, we'll give you some help!" Pinkie and Applejack said at the same time.

Applejack began feeling her little sister's leg up the same way she did her at the table, while Pinkie was feeling Bloom's rack through her shirt making the younger girl feel hot all over.