FuzzyFurvert's Futa Featurettes

Parties

By FuzzyFurvert

Pinkie yawned wide enough to make her jaw pop hard enough she felt it in her ears. The sun had long since set and another day of bringing smiles and throwing parties was coming to a close. She’d managed four birthday parties, two business grand openings, three baby showers and a rave. By no means a record for a party pony like herself, but it had been a busy day.

Sugar Cube Corner was quiet as Pinkie climbed the stairs to the upper level where her bedroom was located, the well worn floorboards still warm from a day of baking and serving the folks of Ponyville. Pinkie could hear the twins snoring in their room as she took a quick potty break in the adjacent bathroom. She washed the grime of the day away with hot water and her favorite bubblegum scented soap. Pinkie grinned at herself in the mirror, giving herself a wink before flipping off the light.

The boards at the end of the hall before the stairs that led to her loft in the cupcake were extra squeaky, so Pinkie tip-hoofed across them as quietly as she could so that she didn’t wake the Cakes.

“Mmmmm… yes!”

Maybe the Cakes weren’t asleep.

Pinkie froze where she was and glanced at the door to Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s bedroom. The lights were off. Maybe she’d just imagined it. Her imagination was always coming up with fun and funny stuff!

“Uuungh, you’re going so deep!”

Nope, not her imagination. That was DEFINITELY Mrs. Cake’s voice. Pinkie knew that voice like the back of her knee! She’d heard it for years, though not the particular tone it held now. Pinkie swallowed and stayed still. She wasn’t sure if she should just stand there or keep moving.

There was a little puff near Pinkie’s head and a tiny Pinkie Pie with cherubic cheeks and a miniscule halo appeared. “Pinkimena Diane Pie! Don’t just stand here eavesdropping on the Cake’s private times, get up to bed like a good pony.”

A second puff on the other side of her head announced the arrival of a second miniature Pinkie, this one bedecked with curling ram’s horns. “Don’t listen to that nancy, Pinkie! The Cakes are having a party and you are all about parties! Go over and peek through the keyhole!”

Angelic Pinkie crossed her arms in front of herself and rolled her eyes at Devilish Pinkie. “And what is she going to see, dumb dumb? The lights are off!”

The was a quiet clicking noise and light flashed under the edge of the door. Mrs. Cake moaned softly as their bed started to creak rhythmically. Devilish Pinkie smirked. “They aren’t off now! Go get an eyeful Pinks!”

Pinkie flicked her eyes back and forth between her tiny doppelgangers, her ears drooping. “Um…”

“Oh my Celestia, you are a beast tonight! I don’t know what’s gotten in to you, but I like it!” Mrs. Cake’s voice carried into the quiet hallway.

Angelic Pinkie blushed. Devilish Pinkie wiggled her eyebrows and gestured at the keyhole. Pinkie sighed and bowing to her baser instincts, leaned over to look inside.

The Cake’s bedroom wasn’t very large, but it was packed with the memories of a long and happy marriage. Their bed dominated the floor space and was piled with colorful sheets and plenty of pillows. The bed itself was dominated by its dual owners. Mrs. Cake - ‘Cuppy’ to her friends - was laying on her back, her generous hips covered most of the width of the bed, while her husband, Mr. Cake - ‘Carrot’ to his friends - sat astride her. The pair moved together with the unhurried motions of long practice and loving familiarity with each other’s bodies. Mr. Cake glided up and down and made small thrusting movements with each downstroke. Mrs. Cake held him steady with her ample thighs while her forehooves pressed her teats together.

“Holy chips and salsa! Is Mr. Cake getting pegged while tit-fucking Mrs.Cake?” Devilish Pinkie wedged herself between the door and Pinkie’s muzzle to get a better view.

“Um… I don’t see Mrs. Cake wearing a strap-on…” Angelic Pinkie found herself some room by Pinkie’s eyelash. “Damn, that’s hot!”

“Um, guys… I don’t think we should be peeking in on them…” Pinkie whispered to her two imaginary extensions of her moral code. Angelic Pinkie and Devilish Pinkie both shushed her and kept watching.

The Cakes kept moving slow and steady. Pinkie could hear Mr. Cake grunting quietly with each thrust. The two shifted slightly after a moment and she could see why. Mrs. Cake didn’t need a strap-on. At seeming odds with everything she’d ever thought she knew about the older mare, there rose a rather thick slab of salami right from her crotch. There was no telling how long it might have been, but from across the room, it looked as wide around as her ankle.

And Mr. Cake was taking it like a pro.

The massive blue prick was buried firmly into his backdoor. He impaled himself on it a little deeper with each buck, his own mustard colored meat slipping between his wife’s giant teats as he did so. Clear pre-cum coated Mrs. Cake’s teats and belly. Carrot’s face was flushed and he looked close. Cuppy wasn’t far behind.

“Ooohh… Carrot dear! Just a little more…almost there!” Mrs. Cake grunted, her eyes clenched shut as her body started to shake.

Carrot bit his lip as pushed down and forward harder, the head of his shaft popping out from between his wife’s tits before shooting a spray of white fluid over her soft coat. The cock inside him pulsed and he groaned as it started to fill him.

Devilish Pinkie smiled. “Aw, that’s soooo romantic. They came at the same time.”

Angelic Pinkie nodded vigorously. “Yeah, Mrs. Cake can really lay some pipe, huh Pinkie?”

When Pinkie Pie didn’t answer, the two tiny manifestations finally took notice of the empty hall.

“Now where in the hay did she go?”

Angelic Pinkie looked around and then up towards Pinkie’s bedroom. “My guess is she went to bed. I think I can hear her masturbating from here.”

“That pony really needs a boyfriend.” Devilish Pinkie sighed.

“Or a girlfriend.”

“Or both!”