Author's Note

Part 1: Clock

[Explicit] [Toddlercon] [M/f/F]
Characters: [Mr. Cake] [Pumpkin Cake] [Pinkie Pie] [Mrs. Cake]
By anonymous

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Cupcake called into the shop, but received no answer. Odd, she thought. Carrot and Pinkie were not to be found. Often one or the other might leave their post, but almost never both at the same time without her there to hold down the fort. It was the slowest hour of the day, she reasoned, which meant they weren’t likely to miss any customers. Still, Mrs. Cake wondered where they had gotten to?

Quietly checking the nursery, she found Pound Cake sound asleep for his nap, but Pumpkin… Motherly anxiety grew at the thought that maybe there had been some emergency that required them to rush Pumpkin to the doctor, or worse. Pumpkin was always so eager to put strange things in her mouth. What if she choked on something?! Cupcake felt herself start to panic until she heard a familiar sounding moan down the hall.

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Carrot was again shocked as Pinkie bounded lightly onto the bed and went to town on the end half of his rapidly hardened shaft. “I--” any verbal response Mr. Cake had for his young employee was cut short as her eager pink lips and tongue swirled tenderly about his lanky nether-carrot and Pumpkin began to suck in earnest at his glans, responding to its growth as if it were some sort of challenge to her well-earned reputation for sucking.

Under the earnest ministrations of the toddler and the young mare, it was less than half a minute before precum flowed freely into little Pumpkin’s mouth. The first light spurt hit her tiny tongue, signaling her victory. Not every object she sucked yielded its reward to her, she knew, but her daddy’s meaty treat had yet to let her down. As she continued, Pumpkin hungrily swallowed, and her small soft hooves instinctively squeezed at the shaft, asking for more. The tiny unicorn was only mildly aware of the energetic pink foalsitter opposite her, working below her hooves at the free part of her dad’s lengthy toy as if, maybe, she wanted some too. Pumpkin didn’t seem troubled by the competition. There was always plenty, after all.

Only seconds later, Carrot called out to Pinkie, gasping. “Suh--stop! P-Pinkie.”

The pink pony froze for a moment, wide-eyed and wide-mouthed around the bottom of Carrot’s sensitive prepuce, her hooves steadily gripping below his ring to ensure her work didn’t disturb Pumpkin’s feeding.

“I’ll--finish--too soon,” he panted. “She’s--too little to take--all of my--stuff,” he explained.

Pinkie released her suction with a swack and licked her lips of the taste of her boss’s salty shaft. Smiling, she saluted. “Gotcha, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie brought her hooves together to tap timidly for a moment. “You, um… wouldn’t mind if I added a bit my own flavor to Pumpkin’s meal, would you?”

Carrot was too far gone to show the confusion he felt. “Fl--flavor? You mean?”

“Yessir, Mr. Cake! A little bit of juice from the leaky pink sink. Variety is healthy, after all!” Pinkie responded brightly, her smile hopeful.

By the time Carrot began to get her meaning, Pumpkin’s small stomach was almost half-full of the musky beverage. “It’ll--take too long to teach her--how to drink from there. Cupcake will be home soon,” Carrot countered.

“Then, uhhhm…" Pinkie sweat anxiously and shifted, the heat between her back legs starting get the better of her, "how about I just squirt a little around her muzzle while she drinks your daddy-milk? I promise my aim is pretty good,” she begged.

“Don’t care how--or whether your aim is good. Go ahead and--take care of yourself, Pinkie,” the stallion mercifully permitted. "Try to--be quick. She'll be full soon."

The little pink mare sighed gratefully in anticipatory relief and turned about to aim her nether region at Pumpkin’s face. As she lifted her hoof and tail to begin pleasuring herself, a fleeting shadow from the bedroom entrance that she now faced caught her eye. Stopping to search, Pinkie squinted at what looked like a damp spot on the hallway floor and tilted her head curiously. For a moment, she considered going to investigate, but the intensity of her need held her back. Shrugging, her hoof lifted again before making its way quickly between her pink thighs.

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Just outside the door, Cupcake, panting, waited a moment, listening for hoofsteps. When none came, her own hoof returned between her own back legs to pick up where she 'd left off.