In a town filled with sweet-toothed ponies, the work of Cup Cake and Carrot Cake, the married bakers of Sugarcube Corner, was seemingly never complete. Each day brought with it a new round of customers and special orders, and the potpourri of confections and sweet treats cooking in their ovens and filling their display cases was a constant presence in their nostrils as they served the citizens of Ponyville their fill of baked goods. The addition of Pinkie Pie to their household and payroll had been a welcome relief, for as sporadic as the pink pony could be, she had proved an invaluable assistant in the kitchen with her propensity for seeming to be in several places at once. Their small sweet shop had been thrown into chaos again, however, with the arrival of the twin foals Pound and Pumpkin, adding an entirely new layer to their responsibilities. Even with Pinkie's help, operating Sugarcube Corner and watching over their offspring kept the Cakes so busy that they barely had any time to spend together, away from the hubbub of their profession and their children.
This Tuesday, however, was shaping up to be an exception. Carrot Cake slid a fresh tray of muffins into the glass case in front of the counter and looked up, expecting to see several ponies clamoring to partake in the delicious treat (especially one particular pegasus with a penchant for misplaced mail). Instead, there was only the familiar tile and round tables. Despite the lack of business, Carrot cracked a smile. Perhaps there would finally be some peace and quiet for a day.
A shrill cry from the other room, followed by another, quickly shattered any notion of that idea. He sighed, the familiar sound of the twins' active vocal chords drawing him through the swinging door that led to the kitchen area, preparing himself to face whatever had caused the young foals to raise their voices. Dirty diaper? Seems like they were just changed. Maybe it's time for their afternoon feeding? It was anypony's guess. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard high-pitched squeals of laughter, and his face displayed a great deal of confusion as he started to survey the scene in the kitchen.
Pound and Pumpkin were seated on the counter, which had been cleared of any hazardous objects, and were staring with rapt attention toward the door leading to the storeroom. Carrot's expression softened as he recognized the old hide-and-seek game, and with a smile, he focused his attention on the same door, ready for Pinkie to burst through and shout-
“HERE I AM!”
Carrot leaped into the air for two reasons. First, the sheer volume of the sudden shout would be enough to startle anypony, and he was certainly no exception. Second, it had come from an entirely unexpected direction: behind him. As his hooves met the floor again, he quickly spun around, only to come face-to-face with a poofy pink mane attached to a huge, toothy grin. He instinctively took a step back before he sighed and said, “Hello, Pinkie Pie.”
“Hi Mr. Cake!” she shouted. “Did I scare you? Huh?”
“A little,” he responded softly. He heard the sound of giggling behind him and turned his head to see both foals caught up in peals of adorable laughter, Pumpkin waving her legs wildly while Pound lived up to his name, striking the counter top repeatedly with his tiny forehooves. Carrot smiled at the sight.
From behind him, Pinkie spoke up, “I totally didn't mean to scare you, Mr. Cake, and I'm super duper sorry. The twins just love playing with me SO MUCH and I felt like playing hide and seek but I wanted to mix it up a little bit so I hid in a bunch of different places and they loved it! Do you wanna play too?”
“No thanks, Pinkie,” said Carrot. “You three look like you're having enough fun.”
“Okie dokie lokie!” said the party pony, who promptly disappeared. The foals' faces quickly shifted from beaming smiles to wide-eyed confusion; from somewhere in the room, Carrot heard Pinkie's voice drift across the kitchen, “Wheeere's Pinkie Pie?” Not wanting to stick around to find out the answer to the question, Carrot trotted back into the main room of the bakery.
A few seconds later, he heard hooves descending the stairs. He looked up and saw Cup Cake on her way down to the ground floor, her eyes wide with concern. “Sweetie, is everything all right with the twins? I heard a shout.”
Carrot grinned. “They're just fine, honey bun. Pinkie's just playing a little hide and seek...very, very well.”
“Oh good,” Cup said with a sigh of relief. She looked around the room, still devoid of any ponies other than the two proprietors. “My, not very busy today, are we?”
“Not at all,” responded Carrot, trying not to sound too happy. “Why, I'd be surprised if I've seen ten customers in this place all day long.”
“Goodness,” Cup said quietly. “Is that going to set us back at all, dear?”
The lanky stallion shook his head. “Not after last week. Supplying all those goods for the Ponyville Fair put us way ahead, so we can afford one or two slow days like this one. No need to worry, honey.”
Cup smiled at her husband, and his heart skipped a beat as their gazes met. He could stare into those soft rose irises for the rest of his life. They had always captured his attention with their sparkle, a gleam that drew him into the stare of her gorgeous eyes and invited him to stay, enamored by their subtle beauty. His internal reverie was interrupted when she said, “Well, just because we're not busy doesn't mean we're out of things to do!” She trotted over to the supply closet and opened it. “Time to give these tables a good, thorough cleaning!” The front half of her body disappeared into the closet as she rummaged through their supplies.
Carrot found himself entranced by a different sight now: Cup's healthy flanks. As she scoured for the materials needed to give the tables a good wipe-down, her back half stood exposed to the world at large, and her husband drank in the view of her thick, light blue hindquarters swaying back and forth. The amber earth pony bit his lower lip as he stood behind the counter, slowly slipping into hypnosis as he watched his wife. An idea began forming at the back of his mind.
All too soon, Cup emerged from the closet, her hooves clutching a spray bottle with transparent green liquid and a roll of paper towels. Carrot quickly shook his head to clear it, then began looking around the room for something to busy himself with. When nothing caught his eye right away, he found his gaze drifting back toward the figure that was now spraying the cleaning solution onto the empty tabletop. Her back was still to him, and he found his eyes once more drawn to her haunches. She began wiping the table clean with a circular motion, and her backside swayed back and forth. After several seconds of rapt, undivided attention, Carrot suddenly remembered to close his mouth and begin breathing normally again, though he felt a low heat begin to circulate through his body, swirling about his head before running down his throat and through his insides, all the way back to his...oh my. The idea that had sprouted to life only a few minutes earlier returned with a vengeance, and as he stood bewitched by the sight of Cup's copious behind, his mind raced to make that idea a reality.
A sly grin crept onto his face as he arrived at a solution. He managed to tear his gaze away from the cerulean rump adorned with the wavy crimson tail – no easy task – and went back into the kitchen, where Pumpkin and Pound were still seated in their previous positions, their eyes curiously drifting this way and that. There was no sign of Pinkie Pie, and Carrot glanced around the room to see if he could catch a glimpse of the familiar wild, pink mane.
“HERE I AM!”
This time, he only flinched slightly as Pinkie popped out of the kitchen sink, her hooves spread wide and her face beaming with a smile that could fill any heart with warmth. While the logical part of Carrot's brain wanted to question how she had managed to emerge from the sink in the first place, the practical part gently reminded his mental faculties that he was, in fact, dealing with Pinkie Pie. The twins were already beside themselves with laughter again, and Pinkie let out a chuckle and a snort before turning toward the baker stallion. “Hi again Mr. Cake! Did you change your mind about playing with us?”
“No, Pinkie,” Carrot responded, “but I do have a favor I'd like to ask you.”
Wearing the same huge smile, Pinkie said, “I'd love to help out! What do you need me to do?”
“Well...” he began slowly. After a moment's hesitation, he continued, “It's such a beautiful day today, I think the foals would like to go outside for a while, don't you?”
“That's a GREAT idea, Mr. Cake! Can we go right now? Can we can we can we?” A pair of light blue eyes blinked expectantly at Carrot.
“Actually, Pinkie, I have a few things I need to finish here at Sugarcube Corner. Would you mind taking Pound and Pumpkin yourself?”
Even though it didn't seem possible, Pinkie's smile grew wider. “I would LOVE to!” Her face suddenly twisted into a concerned look. “Are you sure you're okay with me watching them?”
“Absolutely, Pinkie. You've proven that you can be very responsible, and we trust you with our little dumplings. Just make sure that when you go out, you take some things with you, just to be safe.”
The smile returned in full force. “Not to worry, Mr. Cake!” The pink pony bounded out of the sink and across the room in one fluid motion, landing next to the door to the outside. She reached behind a nearby cabinet and extracted a small white saddlebag with a clasp that matched her cutie mark. “I always keep a spare travel bag for the foals handy, in case I have to travel anywhere with them.” She threw the container open and began to sift through the contents. “Let's see...diapers, extra formula, towels, wipes, rubber chicken, backup rubber chicken, and one dozen triple chocolate chunk cookies with chocolate icing and sprinkles...check! Looks like we're ready to go!” She quickly scooped up the twins and deposited them on her back, the foals giggling the entire time. “We'll be back real soon, Mr. Cake!” said Pinkie as she opened the back door.
Before she departed, Carrot interjected, “No need to rush, Pinkie. Spend as much time as you want with the little ones. Just be back before sundown, all right?”
“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie gave a quick salute and hopped out the door, Pound and Pumpkin clinging to her curly mane as she bounced away into the bright sunshine. Carrot smiled and shook his head at his assistant's antics, then gave a quick nod. The first part of his idea had been a rousing success; now, it was time to move on to phase two.
When he returned to the main room, Cup had moved to a table closer to the sales counter, and she looked up and smiled at Carrot as he passed through the doorway. She was facing his direction now, but he felt no disappointment; the view from the front was just as stunning as it was from the rear. He smiled back and stood behind the counter, watching his wife's eyes narrow as she concentrated on a troublesome stain. Her smooth, dual-colored mane bobbed left and right as she wiped the table vigorously, her hoof swirling around with a damp paper towel beneath it. Carrot once again felt the surge of heat as he watched Cup's body move as she worked, and he rested his head in his forehooves, his elbows supported by the counter beneath him.
His silence caught Cup's attention, and after one last sweep of the paper towel and a quick toss into the small wastebasket nearby, she looked up from her cleaning, one eyebrow raised in an expression of curiosity. Seeing his focused stare, she tilted her head to one side and asked, “What is it, dearie?”
In a slightly lower-pitched voice than his usual tone, he said, “Have I told you lately that you're beautiful?”
Her eyes widened quickly, then shifted their gaze away as she shied away a little. Her cheeks reddened with a slight blush, and the corners of her mouth turned up. She turned her eyes back to Cake and said, “Oh, Carrot, you're such a sweet talker.”
He raised his head out of his hooves and straightened his neck. “It's not just talk, Cup. You really are...” He sighed loudly and smiled wide as he scanned his wife's form. “Beautiful.”
As a young stallion in school, Carrot Cake had been very much like his classmates when it came to his opinion of mares: they had to be athletic, slim, and trim, or they weren't worth his time. Unfortunately for Carrot, his gangly gait and awkward nature hadn't earned him any second looks from the more fit fillies, and he found it difficult to even consider a romantic relationship when he began to pursue his life's goal of being a baker. Then, he had met Buttercup, known simply as “Cup” to her friends. Their friendship had developed quickly because of their similar course of study, and as time went on, Carrot found that he couldn't get the mare off his mind. The rail-thin ponies he'd always thought he wanted had always been standoffish and even cruel, but this homely mare with the mane like frosting and an adorable accent was the antithesis of those stuck-up mares. She was soft, sweet, and inviting, like a pastry pulled fresh from the oven, and after being her classmate and good friend for several months, Carrot realized that he had fallen in love. Even all these years later, the sight of his precious mate was enough to drive him wild.
Now, when he saw her cheeks flush and her eyes gleam with happiness at his compliment, his heart quickened its pace, and the heat within his chest began to increase steadily. As his stare remained on Cup's face, he circled around from behind the counter and came to stand in front of his shorter wife, who looked up at him with a spreading smile. Carrot reached out a hoof and wrapped it around her neck, then drew her close to his body. He felt her return the embrace and nuzzle his neck gently, and he buried his head in her crimson mane and inhaled deeply. While the aroma of baked goods lingered in the air of Sugarcube Corner at all times, Cup's scent was more akin to a bowl of sweet blueberries, and Carrot relished the fragrance as it seeped into his nostrils. He breathed in once more, the sensation making him almost light-headed and sending a fresh spasm of heat through his body.
Their embrace lasted for almost a minute before both ponies pulled their heads back and looked into the eyes of their partner. Carrot slowly lowered his head to Cup's, and she raised herself up to meet him. Their lips met with gentle pressure, pushing into each other, but not too hard, a pleasant tingling sensation spreading from the point of contact through the two ponies. Carrot was the first to make a move, flicking his tongue across Cup's mouth twice, as if asking permission to enter. Cup kept her mouth shut at first, teasing her lover, but after another, longer brush from the stallion's tongue, she widened her jaw. Carrot's tongue eagerly pressed forward, but not too fast, rubbing the sensitive muscle against her teeth and along the roof of her mouth. Soon, it found a willing partner in Cup's own tongue, which tentatively stroked his. The two began a delicate dance, looping around each other and rubbing together in a slow, sensual dance that sent steady streams of sensation rippling through the couple's mouths and down into their bodies.
The pair broke their locked lips for a moment to draw breath, then kissed again, delving deeper into each other's mouths with increased vigor. Over and over, their tongues wrestled against one another, then the two ponies withdrew, only to begin the intimate contact again. Finally, both their faces flushed with heat, they pulled away, a thin string of saliva running down from Carrot's lips to the tongue of his wife, which still hung out of her mouth. Both Cakes panted heavily, the exertion from the prolonged kissing leaving them short of breath. Finally, Carrot nudged his wife with his muzzle, and when she looked up at him, he gave a narrow-eyed grin and nodded toward the stairs. Her cheeks flushed even redder, but she gave him a nervous look. Softly, she said, “What about the twins, and Pinkie?”
His smile grew more sly. “They're out of the house at the moment.”
Her eyes widened, but then she matched his eager gaze. “Did you...” His affirmative nod and guilty eyes told her all she needed to know. She giggled, the high-pitched squeak of her voice causing Carrot's heart to thump erratically again. With a nudge of her hoof into his chest, she whispered, “Naughty boy.” She withdrew her hoof from around Carrot and trotted to the stairs, giving him a sly wink as she began to climb the steps. He quickly ran to the door and turned the “Open” sign around to “Closed,” then made his way to the staircase and followed close behind Cup, her curvy rump swaying back and forth only feet in front of him. He gazed in wonder at her thick thighs and full-formed flank, as well as at her two-toned tail as it swished back and forth, teasing him with the promise of treasure that lay just beneath. Soon, they reached their bedroom, Carrot enjoying the show the whole way as he felt himself start to stiffen. The door was quickly shut and locked.
Their four-poster bed was tucked into the far corner of the room, and Carrot watched in rapt attention as Cup put her front hooves onto their soft mattress. She turned back with a sultry look and said, “Apron off or on?”
Carrot hadn't even noticed that she was still wearing her usual day-to-day attire. As much as he enjoyed seeing it draped across her midsection, today, he didn't feel like any part of her sultry body should remain covered. “Off,” he said quietly.
With a bounce of her mane, she turned her head toward the bed and said softly, “Help me take it off, then.”
Her seductive tone caused him to flush with heat, and soon, he was parallel to the bed and facing his wife. He leaned his head in for one more kiss, which ended all too quickly, then began to trail his mouth down her neck and barrel, giving little pecks along the way. He felt her quiver with each press of his lips into her soft body, and she let out a soft “Mmm...” as he continued his kissing trek down her back. When he reached the apron string on her back, he clenched the knot in his teeth and pulled the string, which loosened and fell to the floor. Next, he grasped the strand that looped around her neck and slowly began to drag it up and over her head. She ducked slightly to allow him to remove it fully, and with one last quick sniff of her luscious mane, Carrot removed the entire garment. A quick fling of his head sent it flying into the opposite wall, where it struck softly and slid to a resting place on the carpet.
Carrot stepped back to drink in the sight of his wife, now completely unclothed, as she stood supported by her forehooves on the bed. His eye flowed from her frosting-like mane, down her neck and across her shoulders, to her round stomach, and down to her haunches that had received so much visual attention from him already. He leaned forward and whispered, “On the bed.” She nodded and hopped up onto the mattress while Carrot quickly disrobed himself, discarding both his own apron and his hat and sending them to join the other garment on the other side of the room. Cup was lying down and facing the foot of the bed, her forehooves tucked under her barrel. Carrot clambered up onto the bed and looked over her body once more. He could feel his member beginning to peek out of its sheath. “Turn over,” he said, and Cup complied, slowly rolling onto her back and spreading her hind hooves out wide.
The smell of her need was present, but not overpowering. Carrot surveyed the light blue body before crouching down beside Cup, again lowering his head to hers for a kiss. He started to move down her body again, planting small kisses over every square inch, but this time, his hooves joined in the adventure. As he trailed down her prone form, his right and left forehooves began to softly knead the thick flesh of her barrel and stomach, and he scooted around so that he was straddling her, his thin body resting atop hers. She moaned softly as his hooves pressed gently into her, his movements showing off years of experience with all manner of dough. Her thick body tingled with each light push and retraction, and she shivered again at the feel of his lips and tongue as they moved steadily down.
He kept his hooves on her stomach, grinding them delicately into her mass, while his mouth continued its trek south until it reached the promised land. Before he made contact, however, he suddenly stopped. Down here, her scent was much stronger, and he could see the pink outline of her entrance already swollen slightly, a thin trickle of moisture running down to a tiny puddle on the bed. He kissed all around her treasure, on her inner thighs and just below her stomach, while his hooves continued their action on her midsection. She moaned louder and bucked her hips forward a bit, practically begging for him to do something, anything, as long as it involved making contact with her sensitive lips.
Finally, after teasing for a while, Carrot lowered his muzzle to her eager slit and ran his tongue along the pink flesh slowly, from bottom to top. Cup gasped when he touched her for the first time, and groaned with pleasure as he moved his rough tongue across her marehood. He tasted her juices, sweet and pungent, and his nose was soon stained with the love liquid as he licked her again and again, slowly and steadily. Cup arched her back and moaned loudly, the pleasure tearing through her body each time she felt him slurp her down there.
His hooves finally ceased their attention to her stomach, and he traced them slowly down his wife's sides and underneath her thighs as he licked her one final time. He looked at her face with a smirk and saw her cheeks burning bright red and her mouth wide open as she breathed deeply. Carrot dipped his head back down and stuck his tongue out once more, this time sliding it easily into her eager entrance, which elicited a shrill cry from Cup. Her inner walls tensed against the intruding tongue as he swirled it around against the sensitive flesh, his nose pressed against her moist slit. With each pass of his experienced tongue, her moans became increasingly louder, and the sound drove Carrot to move his tongue around faster and faster.
He pulled his mouth away for a moment, and Cup whined in disappointment as his oral pleasure ceased, but it was only for a moment. His lips quickly found her clitoris, and he began to gently suckle the tiny nub. His sudden attention to her love button drew a scream from the light blue pony, and she quivered under the assaulting waves of pleasure that rocked her body. After a few moments of sucking, Carrot used his teeth to gently pinch the bundle of nerves, and he felt Cup's body heave beneath his own as she yelled out even louder. He squeezed her clit between his teeth again and felt her entire form begin to shake as she released a strained moan. As she came, he kept her nub in his mouth, suckling gently, while a rush of sweet-smelling fluids poured out of her and dampened his neck as she cried out repeatedly.
Finally, her spasms ceased, and he raised his head with a smile. Her breaths were long and slow as she tried to regain her composure, and he saw the strain on her face as her large form heaved up and down with each inhalation and exhalation. He sat up on the bed and looked down at her, and she met his gaze and said, “That was...amazing...but now...it's my turn.” She slowly rose to a sitting position and faced Carrot, moving closer and pulling him in for a kiss. She raised her hoof to his chest as they locked lips, and when she pulled away, she gave him a playful shove, and he fell backwards onto the soft mattress.
Carrot's body had not been without his own reaction to their intimacy, and the evidence showed as he lay prone on the bed. His pink member stood out plainly against his yellow coat, and currently, it was pointing the way to the ceiling. Cup smiled as she saw the familiar erection, not exceptionally long, but thick and smooth. She wasted no time, leaning down to plant a tiny kiss on the head. Carrot twitched as she made contact; his stallionhood was very sensitive, especially after a long drought between lovemaking sessions. Cup began to lick the head, circling the tip with her tongue slowly, then quickly. Her hoof touched his base and slid along the underside of his shaft, her up and down movements tantalizingly slow. As she continued to stroke him, she moved her head down and gave a long, lazy lick up the entire length of his shaft. His mind raced with pleasure as the feel of her hoof and tongue working in tandem sent a wave of heat surging through him, and he moaned loudly as his erection twitched from Cup's dual assault.
After several minutes of stroking and licking, Cup slid her tongue up Carrot's shaft one final time before taking his length into her mouth. Given the width, it filled her mouth almost completely, and she concentrated on breathing through her nose as she lowered her head further onto his erection. Her tongue, however, remained active, licking around his hard shaft as she took more and more of it into herself. Carrot clenched his teeth and groaned as he watched her head sink lower and lower onto his throbbing stallionhood, her crimson mane flowing around her face. Her mouth was warm and wet, and the feel of it wrapping around him was pushing him close to the edge already. He felt the head make contact with the back of her throat, and she gagged a little but managed to keep him inside. She had taken nearly all his length, however, and she began to bob up and down steadily, her wet lips and tongue providing lubrication as she sucked him. A glob of precum flowed out of the tip, which she swallowed without hesitation as she continued her motion.
Carrot tensed up as her speed began to slowly increase, the occasional low moan letting her know that he was deriving a great deal of happiness from her attention to his member. He tried to relax and pace himself, even closing his eyes so that he didn't see that beautiful face enveloping his erection. Then, he felt a feathery touch on his balls. Without even looking, he knew that she had reached a hoof down and was now gently caressing the tiny orbs. Any attempts at control began to rapidly disappear, and his grunts and groans increased in frequency and severity as she serviced him with both her mouth and her gentle hoof. Only a little while later, he felt a familiar tingling sensation begin to arise from his testicles; he roared through gritted teeth, and his legs twitched violently as he succumbed to the pressure and released spurt after spurt of semen into the back of Cup's throat, his mind exploding with pure pleasure. She locked her lips around the head of his shaft as he came, quickly swallowing each shot of seed as it burst out of his throbbing stallionhood. At last, the final dose of sticky solid seeped out of him, and she kept his member in her mouth as she worked her tongue along the head, slurping up the last of his cum. She pulled away and drew in a deep breath, a thin line of saliva connecting her tongue to his erection, as she swallowed the last little bit of Carrot's payload.
Carrot inhaled and exhaled slowly as he relaxed and recovered for a moment. He looked down and noticed that his length had not retreated back inside his sheath; in fact, it had barely shrunk at all. Cup stared at it with wide eyes and a lascivious grin. “Looks like you're ready for more.”
Carrot returned the dirty smile. “I'm always up for more with you, honey bun.”
Cup gave a flick of her head and a sly wink. “So, on my back or from behind?”
The answer was an easy one for Carrot. “Back.”
She grinned at the quickness of his response – that answer had been her guess – and copied her position from earlier, flat on her back with her hind legs splayed out. Carrot scrambled to his hooves and scooted up to her warm body, but his breath caught in his chest when he looked down. Her sizable stomach lay settled on the bed, spread out to either side, and her round thighs looked even thicker with the skin bunched up. He licked his lips hungrily as he drank in the view of his wife in all her glory, displayed in front of him, vulnerable and blushing, but with a wicked smile. She was big; she was beautiful; she was his bride. Her pink nethers were still swollen, and the scent that emanated from her moist, glistening sex was much more pungent now. His brain quickly caught up, and he slid forward until he was straddling her, his still-hard shaft brushing against her eager marehood.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he rubbed his erection against her wet entrance, the liquid from their earlier oral lovemaking session making his length slick. Cup let out a moan, one that sounded like equal parts happiness and desire, and she looked at him with rose eyes full of longing. He smiled back at her, then turned his focus downward as he drew his hips back and began to align himself. Ever the tease, he slid the head of his erection up and down across her entrance, drawing out another moan, before he tensed his hips and prepared to move forward.
Prior to their wedding night, neither Carrot nor Cup had done the deed, and as such, years of exclusive intercourse had molded Cup's inner walls to be a perfect fit for Carrot's member: not at all loose, but not uncomfortably tight either. As Carrot began to slide himself into his wife's eager chamber, both ponies gasped as her walls clenched onto his erection, almost willing it to plunge deeper. It took great self-control for Carrot not to simply hilt himself right away; instead, with an easy, steady momentum, he pushed his stallionhood into Cup's waiting marehood, his hips inching forward as more and more of his length disappeared inside her. She cried out as he went further in, his hard shaft rubbing against her slowly, almost teasingly, as it moved ever inward. Carrot breathed evenly as he felt her clutching his member, determined to make this session last as long as possible. Finally, yellow-hued coat made contact with light blue, and the entirety of Carrot's length lay inside Cup's warm, wet passage.
For a moment, both ponies just panted several breaths, relishing the stillness and comfort of their intimate contact. Their gazes met, and despite the strain they had undergone to that point, their faces bore soft, warm smiles of a couple that had been in love for many, many years. Carrot thought that Cup, flat on her back with flushed cheeks, her entire mass spread out on the bed, and him buried deep inside her, had never looked more stunning. He shivered slightly as he stared into those deep rose eyes that had been his constant through so many trials and triumphs. He loved this beautiful, pudgy, baker mare with all of his heart, and he knew as she smiled back at him that she felt exactly the same.
Soon, natural instinct took over, and Carrot began to pull back, his erection grinding against Cup's inner walls the opposite way. When just his head remained inside, he moved forward again, this time a little faster. His wife moaned loudly as the feeling of being filled again took hold of her senses, and he grunted as he pushed his entire length into her once more. Slowly but surely, the pattern of advancing and retracting settled into a steady rhythm punctuated by the sounds of pleasure-filled groans and cries from both ponies as they absorbed themselves in the art of their coupling.
Carrot drank in the sight of his blushing bride as her entire body trembled with each thrust, sending ripples through her hefty hide. As he continued to grind against her, he leaned forward and down, planting his hooves to either side of Cup's barrel, and brought their lips together for a fierce kiss, their tongues attacking one another with reckless abandon. Carrot's pace quickened slightly as he pulled his head back, then stretched his neck up to smell Cup's intoxicating mane aroma one last time. A chill ran down his spine as he breathed in the scent that he loved so much.
Cup had not become lax. As Carrot bucked his hips back and forth again and again, she began to match his motions by coming up to meet him as he thrust forward and dropping back down when he pulled away. The sensation of his stallionhood's friction against her inner walls increased sharply as she contributed her own movements to their lovemaking, and her cries grew louder as her mind was hit with a rush of greater pleasure. She could feel heat beginning to build in her loins, threatening to tear through her entire body in sweet release.
Her change in motion had increased Carrot's pleasure, too, and the feel of Cup's tensing walls as they grasped his member and ground against the sensitive flesh sent shockwaves through his brain. His pace picked up even more; if Cup's shouts were any indication, she was nearly there, and he was determined to make her come again, even as he felt the tingle begin to build up in his balls again. As he bucked faster and faster, she stopped moving altogether, simply letting his rapid in-and-out motions drive her and him toward their big finish.
It wasn't Carrot's first shot of semen that pushed Cup over the edge, nor was it her sudden tightening and rush of fluids that caused him to burst; rather, in a miracle that could only be achieved by physical familiarity, both ponies orgasmed at exactly the same time. Accompanied by a chorus of grunts and shrill screams, Carrot's spurts of sticky cum instantly mingled with Cup's juices as they flowed freely through her clenched passage. Time and again, the yellow stallion thrust his member into the light blue mare's soaking entrance, each impact depositing more fluid into her body until it began to overflow with a mix of masculine and feminine liquids that dribbled out onto the sheets. At long last, completely spent, Carrot extracted himself from his mate's treasure with a “pop” and collapsed onto the bed next to her. Both ponies were panting and sweating, but as they looked at one another, their faces beamed with smiles. Carrot reached out and embraced his wife as they both basked in the afterglow, planting tiny kisses on her forehead as she rubbed his back with her hoof.
After several minutes, Carrot broke the silence. “I must be the luckiest stallion in the world, to have a wife this gorgeous.” He kissed her lips softly. “I love you so much, Cup Cake.”
The blush returned to her cheeks as she gave him a quick peck on his muzzle. “I love you, Carrot Cake. And I always will.” She laid her head down onto his shoulder and closed her eyes, her breathing steady and warm against his coat.
He nuzzled her gently and whispered, “Me too, honey bun,” before he closed his own eyes and nestled his chin into the crimson mane that looked so much like frosting and smelled like the mare he couldn't imagine his life without.
