It was almost noon in the bustling town of Ponyville, as we find a yellow stallion piling another packed bag into the wagon parked in front of his bakery. Mr. Cake turned to see his well rounded wife coming up behind him with a bag handle in her teeth, and a sexy look in her eyes.

“Is that the last one, honey?” The stallion asked, catching a glimpse of her jiggling flank as she passed.

The blue mare placed her bag on the pile, and looked over her shoulder at her husband.

“Yep, last bag. We're all set for our little getaway” She moved in to kiss him on the lips, however the kiss lasted only a second before a pink wad of ADHD bounced out of the front door.

“Ohh! I'm so nervous! Are you sure I can watch the foals for a whole WEEK? THATSSEVENWHOLEDAYS!!!!” Pinkie exclaimed, sitting on her hind hooves, biting her front.

The couple broke away to face the mare with faces surprised at her sudden outburst. Cupcake's expression softened, she put on her most reassuring smile.

The whole purpose of this trip was to get away from the foals (and Pinkie) and spend some much needed alone time in a trashy, dimly lit hotel to do nothing but buck each other's brains out. There was no way she was going to let Pinkie back out of watching the foals, she'd been planning this trip for months, Celestia damnit!

“Oh, Pinkie dear, we're completely sure you'll be able to watch our darling foals! I know a week sounds like a long time, but believe me, its not long enou- I mean, its no time at all!” She said warmly

“Besides,” Carrot chimed in, “Your coltfriend will be here any minute, and he said he'd love to help out! You and Big Macintosh are great with foals!” He said, positive that'd reassure her.

Sure enough, her face brightened at the mention of her beloved. Blushing slightly, she finally accepted her responsibility.

“Well... Now that you mention it... It doesn't sound that hard... Okay! Worry not, Mr. and Mrs. Cake! Pinkie will not let you down!!” The insane mare was back to her happy ADHD self in no time, not noticing that in her hoof-flailing antics, she'd picked the couple up over her head.

“Uhh... Pinkie? Could you let us down?” The couple said in unison, much to Pinkie's embarrassment.

“Oh! Sorry” She said, letting them down with a goofy, tongue-out expression on her face.

“A-hem. I'm going to get harnessed into the cart, sweet” Carrot said to his lovely wife, before getting up and walking to the other end of the rented wagon.

“Now remember Pinkie, the house rules are posted on the fridge, as well as a planned schedule of the upcoming week. And remember, the bakery is closed early in the evenings this week so you can tend to the foals easier. Is there anything you need clarification on?”

The pink mare considered for a moment, her hoof to her chin in thought.

“Hmmm... Nope! I think I have all the into I need!”

This brought a smile to Cupcake's face. She was so looking forward to the next week.

“Honey! Are you ready yet?” Came Carrot's voice.

“Oh! Coming, Dear!”

Turning her head back to Pinkie as she trotted away, she left the waving mare with her parting words.

“Bye Pinkie! Take good care of the place while we're gone!”

“And remember not to feel the foals too much sugar! They'll never get to bed!”

Don't worry Mr. Cake! You two have a good time bucking each other's brains out in a cheap Manehattan hotel!” She called out loud.

The couple's faces turned white as ghosts. How the buck had Pinkie known that was their big getaway plan in the first place? And why would she shout it in the streets for pony sake!!

Completely UN-phased, Pinkie turned and re-entered the bakery to get everything ready for the lunch rush ponies.

Unbeknownst to the two still furiously blushing bakers, Pinkie's outburst had been heard by a mysterious set of ears on an inconspicuous stallion in a trench coat and bowler hat.

The stallion owning said ears and hat was watching the mare retreat into the bakery, and turned his head to the two ponies making their way to the train station.

“I say...”

“There you are, darling!” The refined female voice startled the stallion.

“Ah! Oh, it's you, dearest love. Are the bags all packed? I think I've found our next stop on our little 'vaycay' “

“Oh, wonderful! I have all our things packed away here in the suppression bag. Where are we off to now?”

“Why, Manehattan of course! And we'll be... Picking up some friends along the way.”

The two set off towards the train station, both disguised to avoid being spotted by prying poniratzi eyes.

*** *** ***

The Cakes had made it to the train station, and the train ponies were busy handling luggage and preparing the Friendship Express Engine no. 7 for a 6 hour ride into Manehattan Central Station.

As the ponies were being seated, and the train was getting ready to roll out of the station, the mysterious stallion and mare had just made it on with their tickets, the couple had gotten private cabin tickets as usual so they can have a little privacy.

As they were passing the third class seats, the stallion saw the baker couple he'd intended to follow. They were conversing with a mare who had three foals, and a fourth one on the way by the looks of it.

“Hm. Will have to find a good way to get to these two ponies. Ah well, I have time.” He though to himself, as he turned and shuffled into his cabin to relax.

“Yep, I'm expecting a fourth. Doctor said it's a filly.” The cream colored mare said proudly

“How do you take care of so many at once? We have two, and our hooves are so full!”

“Oh, I find a way to take care of them. Me and my husband are a good team when it comes to foals. This will be our fourth, but not our last. As my cutie mark would have it, making and raising foals is my special talent!”

This made Cupcake think... She'd enjoyed being pregnant, yes. The idea of having a life growing inside of her was just beautiful. Not to mention the hormones made her want to buck like never before, and she knew her husband loved it. Maybe...

Damn it, why was she thinking of having another foal? She was snapped out of her thoughts as her husband looked at her expectantly.

“Hon? Weren't you listening?”

“Uh... Sorry, dear... must have... Zoned out. What were you saying?”

“I was just saying how having foals was a very happy time for us”

“Uh-huh”

“And that we weren't going to have any more”

“Oh. Well... Yeah, we uh... No more foals.” she felt bad saying it, but wanted to move on to talk about other things.

“Yep. The baby factory is shut down.”

The two couples carried on chatting, as the train carried on rolling, chugging down the tracks as a good speed. This would be a long six hours for Cupcake.

Back in their private cabin, the two Canterlot Elite ponies, out of their disguises were tangled together in the bed of their tiny room, panting and dripping various bodily fluids from their recent activities.

“Was it a good climax, my dear Fleur?”

“Ohh, Fancy! They're all good climaxes!” She leaned in to kiss her lover on the lips and continued

“You're such a naughty colt, already wanting sex after I sucked you off in the hotel this morning”

“Well what can I say my dear? Any stallion who had you for a lover would be ready for action just as often”

To this, the well groomed mare patted her stallion on the chest playfully, then circling the tip of her hoof in his fur.

“You're my sex crazed stallion. And you've the most stamina of any steed that ever lived”

The two nuzzled affectionately, cuddling ever closer.

The six hour ride wouldn't last long at all for these two lovers.

Author's Note

Shoutout to the mile long club!

So this is a story I got the idea of just today and wrote in about an hour. It will be a bit more romantic but very fetish heavy. And there will be some swinging action between some couples on the train to Manehattan. I will write the next chapter as soon as I can, so expect more of this. It is a challenge for me to make a multi-chapter story, but I will see about having a separate chapter for every day the Cakes are away. Meanwhile, Pinkie and Big Mac have the bakery almost all to themselves... What will they do together? If you read my journal, you'd have a good idea of what.