"Hey hun, wake up." Cup Cake whispered to her husband, poking at his cheek. Carrot Cake only grunted and rolled over, pushing their blaring alarm off the nightstand. It stopped, thankfully.
"Just let Pinkie get it." He mumbled back.
"Dear, if I thought she could open the shop by herself, I'd let her." She replied, coughing a few times.
"Mrf. Fine." Carrot responded, rolling off the side of the bed and onto his hooves. "I'm turning up the heat." His hoof bumped into the dial, twisting it colder before he corrected himself. Carrot walked out of the room, grabbing his chef's hat and apron from a hook by the door. He descended the stairs, finding it more than a little eerie that he hadn't been harassed by Pinkie as of yet.
As he hit the landing he heard the door shut upstairs. God damn quarantine, like sleeping in the same bed didn't already defeat the purpose. Maybe he could go furniture shopping later today, but he'd been so tired at closing time this whole week…
Carrot rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen, looking around at the spotless surfaces that he knew would quickly become covered in all manners of dough and frosting. But there was something he loved about his job, and the way it seemed to keep track of his work throughout the day as mess accumulated.
Sure, the only long term notices were return customers and healthy profits, but those never seemed that important. He just loved baking, and the nuances of life it held for him.
Carrot shook himself out of his thoughts, and trotted across the floor of Sugarcube corner towards the front door. He wrapped his hoof around a cord for one of the blinds, pulling it with a grin that quickly faded.
It was dark outside.
The stallion shook his head, blinking his eyes and trying again. Ugh, this was really like something Cup would do. Carrot snorted out an irritated laugh, letting the blind fall back to floor level. He trotted back to the stairs, ascending them more quickly than he had come down.
It would've been nice if he could one-up her on just a single prank, but as soon as he got around to doing something to her, she would only get to him first. And she looked so pretty and innocent too…
Carrot pushed his bedroom door open, the words he had thought up on his trip there quickly exiting his mouth.
"Do you really have to do this, Cu-" His train of thought derailed, and his head tilted a little to one side.
"Whatever do you mean?" Cup asked, the light from candles flickering off her face as the heater kicked in with a rumble. "Not seducing you, if that's what you're saying…" She continued, a teasing look threatening to show through her otherwise innocent expression. Cup was posed around the covers, rose petals littered here and there, a stark but not unwelcome contrast to her blue fur. White socks reached up her legs, cutting off a little ways before they met her hips.
Carrot tore his eyes away to look at the alarm clock, feeling a familiar pulse between his legs as he met Cup's gaze once again. "What about the twins?" He blurted, putting a hoof to his forehead a moment after.
"What about them?" Cup asked. "I put them back to bed a few hours ago."
"But-" She grinned, and Carrot trailed off.
"Of course you didn't wake up, you've been the one taking the brunt of things this past week while I was sick." She stuck out a hoof and gestured for him to come closer, which he did. "And I'd like to show you how grateful I am." Carrot tried to pull off his apron, realizing too late that he'd apparently tied the Gordian Knot by mistake.
"Oh, aren't you the eager one?" Cup said seductively, as if he wasn't already entranced.
He didn't respond, a quiet rip of the stupid band the only sound that rang out. The apron fell to the floor, and within a second Carrot had closed the gap between his wife's mouth and his.
If there was one thing he hated about working in a bakery, it was getting sick. Whenever one of them did, Cup was always overly careful about it, and he couldn't blame her. One of them had to be able to watch over Pinkie. But Cup looked healthy again, and he couldn't wait to see what she had planned.
Their contact became heated quickly, as the pair lost their patience and passion took hold. The pair pushed harder against one another, their tongues mingling against one another as their hooves sought out leverage.
Carrot found Cup's neck, gripping around the back with a fetlock and pushing her into his mouth with yet more force. It wasn't rough, but feverish. Carrot knew that was just the way Cup liked it, in any case.
Her hooves found his back, one reaching under his arm and urging him to join her on their bed, to shorten the pointless charade. Carrot coalesced, letting the kiss break to hop up. As soon as he landed Cup nudged him onto his back, gently pushing his chest down while she resumed the kiss.
Her front flattened against his, her soft body almost seeming to conform along every inch of his. Carrot let his hooves roam along her back, stroking the fur as Cup moaned into his mouth. By now Carrot could feel his member throbbing, begging to do more than gently grind against the soft fur of his wife's belly. But he pushed those thoughts back, forcing himself to focus on his wife. They had time, so there was no reason not to use it.
Cup pushed herself up, staring down with a grin at Carrot. He felt a drip on his balls, and tried to find his breath. Just kissing shouldn't get him this aroused, yet it never ceased to excite him. Unfortunately, from time to time Cup found the same thing hilarious when they were out of the house.
"You still act like a teenager, Carrot." She said. "Getting aroused so easily."
"I'm not the one who lets it go to my head." He replied with a chuckle.
"Oh? I thought it was because I could reduce you to a puddle of blubbering pleasure." She shimmied backwards, picking his cock up with a hoof and letting her hot breath roll over it. Carrot suppressed a grunt, almost remembering too late that Pinkie lived here as well.
Cup only grinned, her pink mane bobbing slightly as she took her head away. Her hoof moved and Carrot jumped, expecting her to tease before she did anything. But as pleasure began to spread from his member, he was glad she hadn't. He let out a long breath, his eyes turning towards the ceiling. It'd been way too long.
"What's gotten into you, hun? You even beaten one out this week?" She asked, the dirty words making Carrot's dick twitch.
"Haven't…ugh…had the time." He responded, watching her grin and continue. She drew her hooves up once again, stopping at his head to caress it for a moment. As soon as he let out a breath she descended again, giggling at his reactions.
Her eyes met his for a moment and she smirked, shifting her hooves around his length again. "Well then, I guess I'll have to make it worth the wait."
With that she enveloped the first couple inches in her mouth, allowing her tongue to gently caress everything within its reach.
"Ooh…" Carrot breathed, his hooves quickly finding the back of his wife's head. He felt her smile and hum, taking him a little deeper and beginning to slowly bob. A hoof gripped around the base of his member, gently squeezing and caressing it while her other hoof began to caress his balls. Cup's mouth was so unbelievably warm and welcoming, and Carrot could hardly keep his eyes in focus. It hurt, he was so aroused.
He pushed a little harder on Cup's head, grunting as his dick twitched and spat out a bit of pre. Cup continued to grin, allowing him to go deeper. She could tell that he wasn't going to have a long rope today, but with all of his pleasured grunts and noises, she wasn't really doing that great of a job keeping a level head either.
Carrot began to realize how close he was, and tried without too much success to halt his advances. His hooves shook in Cup's mane as she sped up her ministrations, her tongue making his length almost seem to burn with pleasure. Carrot let out a gentle buck, feeling Cup giggle as she adjusted. She sucked hard, watching Carrot's eyes go wide.
"Cup, stop!" he objected, releasing the pressure on her head. "You're gonna- gonna make me-"
Cup only grinned, humming as she went back to work. Carrot felt himself grow somehow harder, and he hoped Cup knew what was coming. That tongue of hers just continued to swirl, as she pushed his tool a little deeper into her mouth. As soon as it touched the back of her throat Carrot felt himself go over the edge, his body tensing up in a much overdue orgasm. He felt himself pulse, shooting ropes of cum into his wife's mouth that she happily drank down.
He groaned, pushing Cup's head a little further on his dick and closing his eyes. Fireworks played out behind his eyelids, before the pleasure began to fade.
Cup giggled, pulling her mouth away as a small thread of semen swung and stuck to her chin. "I don't think I'll ever grow tired of that." She said, narrowing her eyes seductively. "But I guess we haven't arrived at the main course, have we?"
Carrot slowly sat up and kissed her, ignoring the taste of himself on her lips. He didn't care, really. His wife was all that mattered. She cooed into the kiss, letting him take charge and gently push her onto her back towards the other end of the bed.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her here or there and absorbing the quiet noises she made. Carrot could smell her so clearly, and it was driving him wild already. He brushed his muzzle through her teats, bringing up a hoof to stroke one while he gently licked at the other.
Carrot felt a little disappointment that they had begun to fade, but the foals were growing up, and they didn't really need their mother in the same ways. He just wished some of the perks, even if she did sometimes find them annoying, could stick around a little longer.
He left her puffy nipple with a strong suck, the sweet taste of her milk just getting into his mouth as Carrot retargeted to something even sweeter.
"Aah!" Cup exclaimed, quickly putting a hoof over her mouth to stifle the noise. Carrot chuckled at her attempts, glancing at her flushed expression before he pushed deeper. Cup moaned, her legs opening wider, begging him to go farther inside. He found himself about as far as he could go, not far in reality, but he knew that his tongue was reaching a lot further inside.
Cup's hoof clawed at the bedspread, her other still in her mouth. Her passage clenched around her husband's tongue, a steady flow of juices appearing only to get lapped up as soon as they were in reach. Carrot's hooves wrapped around her legs, drawing her in more tightly.
Cup took a deep breath and pushed Carrot's head away, squeaking at the sudden loss of stimulation as he drew back.
"Anything wrong?" He asked, eying her flower once again. "You seemed to be liking that, so-" Her lips met his once again, a ravenous kiss that was nothing like the loving caress it had been moments ago. But Carrot couldn't complain. Cup pushed him onto his back, turning around over him and flagging her tail.
Before he could question her she lowered herself onto his chest, running an experimental lick up his length. He didn't wait for instructions and wrapped his hooves around her hips, pulling her marehood directly onto his muzzle. She moaned, turning her neck to shoot him a flustered smile before it was Carrot's turn to gasp. She took his mostly flaccid length into her mouth in one go, and as she did it gave a heavy pulse of life.
Cup grinned, grinding herself into him gently, cooing at the pleasure. She never really was a loud one, not that it bothered Carrot. His wife had her own ways of telling him she liked something, one of which being the fact that one of her hind legs was twitching every once in a while. She arched her back, moaning as he hit a good spot inside her.
She was close, and he could practically count the seconds. The heat and the haze that doing this put on his mind was amazing. That still left out the tightness, and the way it felt around him. He couldn't imagine how he didn't come right away when they had sex. Considering the lack of activity between the both of them for the last week, it was probably going to be a little rougher than usual. Carrot smiled, feeling his wife tense.
Cup pulled off at the same time, huffing and letting off a moan as she teetered at the edge for a moment. She felt herself come down, sighing momentarily. "Damn, that was good." She breathed.
"So then why didn't you let me finish?!" Carrot responded, slightly annoyed. He wasn't sure why; it wasn't his orgasm. But he still felt cheated of feeling her come atop him.
"Because I didn't want to come with oral." She responded, sticking a hoof between her legs as she rolled her eyes. Yeah, because that was obvious, Carrot thought. "I've been sick for the last week with only my hoof and my imagination, when I wanted it. Plus, I didn't do all this for me." Cup hopped off the bed and raised her tail, watching a slight grin break across Carrot's face as she let her front rest on the bedspread.
"You know you're crazy, right?" He asked.
"I like to think I'm inventive." She responded, huffing impatiently. "Now if you'd please, I'd like to salvage a climax." Cup grinned back at him, and Carrot took no time in mounting her. The last orgasm had been great, but he hadn't been anywhere near satisfied. Part of that was probably because of the fact that he just didn't like blow jobs that much, but Cup knew that. He almost face hoofed, realizing how she'd played him, expected him to progress in this matter.
But Carrot couldn't say he cared. His length bumped into Cup's belly, sliding between her teats. Carrot didn't really feel like teasing, however, and dragged his length back, letting out a shudder, until he found Cup's marehood. It winked around his flared head as he put himself into position, her body trying to pull him within those moist folds already.
Despite his excitement and that of his wife, he took the first thrust slower. It wasn't a snails pace, but he made sure to draw it out over at least a few seconds. Her passage tugged and pulled at him, ridges grinding against the intruder. Cup let out a moan as drawn out as Carrot's thrust as he filled her completely. It was a silly practice when they were so impatient, but one that they did without fail. It was just something about that feeling of complete togetherness that they loved.
"I don't get- how we have two children-" He huffed. "And you still feel this amazing."
"I'm just full of surprises." She breathed back, clenching. He groaned, nuzzling into her mane as he slid himself out. He kept it slow, waiting until the next thrust to speed up. Cup moaned, pushing back up against him as he met her hips. Carrot drew back faster the next time, kissing gently at her neck as pleasure raced through his length and along his spine.
Cup grew a little louder, wiggling her rump a little while he was still sheathed.
"Ready?" He huffed, sticking his tongue out to trail gently along her jawline. Cup let out a breathy laugh, feeling him grasp her more tightly around her chest.
"You're asking me?" She asked jokingly, gasping as she felt Carrot slam inside. "Oh…"
"I hope this is what you fantasized about." he mumbled into her ear, before he pulled his head a back into her mane and began to thrust.
The stallion took a fast pace, pumping in and out of his wife. The same almost molten pleasure seemed to grip him, his wife's juices quickly finding their way down his sack. He felt Cup's breathing increase, her mind struggling to concentrate on her lover and the pleasure at the same time.
Nonetheless, she clenched hard as Carrot pulled out almost without fail, sending his mind reeling. If he wasn't careful, she wouldn't even be the one to come first. But as time went on he seemed to recover his resolve, pushing back the pleasure a little to enjoy the event for what it was. Sure, it was lustful and lewd. He could smell the odor of their combined arousal as if it had fused with the air itself, and it made his dick pulse just to think about.
But there was love here. They weren't out for their own pleasure, as enticing as it was. They cared about one another, and that was what really made these things satisfying.
Carrot grinned and shifted, thrusting himself in at an angle and allowing his tip to graze along one of Cup's walls. She squeaked, grasping around him as he found a spot. Her leg spasmed and he sped up, biting her mane to try and keep his hooves from slipping on her increasingly sweaty fur. Maybe the heater had been a bad idea.
But Cup leaned her head back, barely meeting his eyes before she had to shut hers again. "I want to kiss you- while we-"
Carrot didn't let her finish. After all, he knew what she wanted. He flipped the mare around, pushing her gently to the bed and penetrating her again like he was just continuing the next thrust. He didn't even seem to miss a beat, continuing to slide in and out of the depths of Cup's marehood.
Cup moaned and wrapped her arms around Carrot's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Electric tingles of pleasure radiated all over her body, seemingly at random. She hummed in pleasure, one of her hooves stroking along his back. He shifted and she nearly screamed into the kiss, her eyes going wide. She clenched hard, once…… twice……
Carrot felt her clamp down for good, her tongue going unresponsive in his mouth for a moment before it returned full force. Her arms pulled him into her with almost bone crushing force, but after this many years of marriage he was expecting it. After all, this was why she loved to come like this.
Cup let her arms slacken, her head falling backwards into the bed. "Ahhhh…" She mumbled, positively glowing. He never understood how she could go through all that and still look so beautiful. "Hey." She began, her eyes focusing on him with a bit of effort. "Come on, it's no fun unless you finish."
"Mind if we just stay like this?"
"I would never." Cup replied, smiling. Carrot grinned back and thrust into her, what little hardness he'd lost a moment earlier returning in a fraction of a second. Cup moaned as he let his head rest over her shoulder, kissing her neck lightly. Without a reason to hold out, he knew he wouldn't last long.
His wife gently put her arms around his neck again, caressing his mane and whispering urgings, little bouts of dirty talk into his ear.
As if lasting longer was a choice.
Cup felt him begin to tense, and she kissed along his cheek, going past his eye. She nipped at his ear, feeling him shudder over her as he continued to thrust inside her. He was getting off tempo, nearing an end that they both yearned for.
"Don't you dare think of coming outside, hun." Cup whispered, realizing only a moment later that she'd set him off. Carrot screwed up his timing, feeling the first wave of his seed erupt as he retreated, only to push it deeper inside as he returned. That time he stayed, feeling a surge of pleasure that quickly turned into ecstasy. He mouthed something into the bed, unsure if he had let out a noise. His senses fogged, and then began to clear again.
Carrot felt his length pulse a final time, delivering a few more drops of his seed into Cup. She sighed pleasurably, pulling his face back to hers. He rolled to one side and she nuzzled at him, grinning that big grin of hers. Carrot managed a smile, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
"So, was it worth the wait?" Cup asked, caressing his cheek with one hoof. Carrot grinned, opening his mouth to respond.
"Mr. Cake, Mrs. Cake!" Pinkie yelled through the door, "Are you okay in there? I heard noises and the bed was creaking and-" She went silent. "Ooh, well have fun with that!" Hoofsteps disappeared down the hallway.
Carrot grinned. "It was perfect."
Author's Note
Well. I actually wrote this. Probably should have spent my time doing something more important than writing moderately okay horse sex.
