Sweet

aka The only chapter with sex in it. Enjoy!

In the dead of night, a solitary figure wiped languidly away at the surface of the sales counter of Sugarcube Corner. For a stallion as lanky as Carrot Cake, reach was never exactly a problem for these kinds of cleanings, which made the task more mind-numbing than taxing. It was the last bit of tidying up before he could finally end his day, and he alone worked under that single lightbulb that provided the sole illumination for the ground floor and gave his yellow coat an added saturation. Almost all of Ponyville was asleep, his dear wife and children included. Always important for the stallion of the house to do his extra bit of work so those he cares for can rest easier. It also gives a stallion time to think, to reflect. Particularly on the trappings that come with a stable, though predictable life. Those especially warranted a sigh from his dull muzzle.

His discontented reverie was disrupted at the ringing of the bell atop the shop door, which he left unlocked for the one missing occupant of the Cake household. Like some puffy faerie, the premiere party pony that was Pinkie Pie trotted in, though a bit stiltedly. Her poofy mane and tail seemed messier than normal, and her eyes blinked out of sync with one another, but she still moved as lightly as ever and carried that same warm, if somewhat tired-looking smile. No doubt she had herself a good time, Carrot thought as his favorite employee and lounger made her way to him.

In a few exaggerated steps she made it to the counter and planted her forelimbs on the freshly-wiped top. “Heeeello, there, Mr. Cake.” That same chipper tone, if a little slurred.

“Hey there, Pinkie Pie,” he greeted back. “Did you have fun?”

“Oh boy you betcha!” Her face brightened up relative to her volume, which Carrot tried to adjust with a gesturing of his hooves. “Oops, sorry. But yeah, it was great. Berry had a lot of fun, and so did everypony else there. So many games, and dancing, and lots of things to eat and drink as well! Although most of the drinks Applejack brought, but it suuure was good, especially watching her and Rainbow Dash go at it like they usually do when cider is involved.”

“Yeah, I can see you’ve helped yourself to a good bit of it yourself.” This elicited a giggle from the inebriated pony.

“Oh you know me, Mr. Cake: I just can’t get enough fun.” She moved her head around her shoulders before looking back at him. “So staying up cleaning shop?”

“Yeah, but just a minor spic and span,” he answered. “Didn’t feel like sleeping, so figured I’d burn some of that energy by doing a little extra sprucing.”

“Oh my gosh, I don’t feel like sleeping too! Maybe that party buzz is still going strong for me, although it ended like twenty minutes ago. Wanna maybe party it out so it goes away quicker?”

“No thanks, Pinkie. Not really in the mood for partying,” he said with the fatherly voice he developed in the years talking to his overly enthusiastic employee.

“Ohhh, really?” she said in her bubbly tone of disappointment. “It doesn’t have to be a loud party or one that really involves moving around. We could just play cards or tell stories or something simple like that. You know, cuz everyone’s asleep and all, wink wink, heehee.”

“That’s nice of you to offer, but I can enjoy some quiet alone time, wiping things down and thinking to myself.”

“Thinking what kinds of things?” She stuck out her tongue with a silly grin.

“Just things, this and that.”

“What kind of ‘this and that’? Hee hee.”

“Nothing of any real concern to anypony, I assure you.”

It may have been the slight edge in his tone, or his choice of words, that dampened Pinkie’s merry mood and made her glazed eyes focus on her landlord. “Is something the matter, Mr. Cake?”

“Nothing to worry yourself over, Pinkie,” Carrot said as dismissively as possible. “Like I said, it’s no concern to anypony else but me.”

“But it’s something that’s bothering you. I can tell these things. It’s like a feelings radar, or my Pinkie Sense, only I have control over it. So why don’t you tell me? If it’s something embarrassing I won’t tell anypony.”

Before Carrot told her off in a firmer tone, he paused. He admitted that what was on his mind had been stewing for the past several weeks, and Pinkie was never the type to gossip someone’s personal affairs. It may put him at ease just to tell somepony, plus there was a chance she’d forget the conversation in the morning. His decision made, Carrot sighed softly and stopped his wiping.

“It’s not embarrassing, but it is frustrating.”

“What is it?”

Here goes nothing, he thought. “Things between me and Mrs. Cake haven’t… been going as nicely as I’d like.”

A quiet gasp from the party pony. “Oh no! Did you two get into a fight? Is she sick? Does it have something to do with the twins?”

“No no, none of that,” he assured her. “It’s just… well, it’s not as exciting between us as a couple.”

“How come?”

Ever so blunt, our dear Pinkie, he mentally remarked. “It’s a little tough to say, and maybe you wouldn’t understand it so much since you’re still fairly young and single.”

“Oh like… like she doesn’t, uhh… ‘satisfy’ you, or you don’t ‘satisfy’ her?”

Bluntness strikes again! “I don’t want to say this behind her back, but it’s more of…” You’ve already come this far, he reminded himself. “Her not… ‘satisfying’, me.”

“Oh my, that can be a problem. Has it been going on long?”

“Not very long, or I should say… a fair bit of time? I’m really not comfortable giving specifics.”

“Okay, I won’t push ya for more.”

“Don’t get me wrong: I love her with all my heart. She’s the most precious thing to me next to my children, but there are times I don’t feel like she appreciates me as much as I do her. Not just in… bedroom matters, but in being around me during the day and even when we talk. It’s nothing harsh or bitter on her part, it’s just… interacting with me has become more like a routine to her. Or at least that’s how it seems to me.”

“Uh-huh,” the mare bobbed her head in drunken attention.

“When we got married, we couldn’t get enough of each other. It seemed like a flame that wouldn’t go out. But years passed, we settled in, got a pair of kids, and it seems to have simmered way lower than what it once was.”

“Have you talked to her about this?”

“Haven’t thought about it, to be honest. Other things have been on my mind, and us not being… intimate, as of late, has made me feel a little more tense than usual. Besides, I’m not sure how to talk about it, or how she would take it.”

“It shouldn’t be bad if you just tell her. You’ve been together for, like, ever, so she should understand.”

“She could take it the wrong way, though,” Carrot said, with an inner worry creeping into his voice. “She might think that I’m bored with her, or that I don’t love her anymore. She looks and acts so content with the way things are that if I question it and say it’s no good, what would that say about her, or me for that matter? Like I’m not the dutiful husband who should be content with his lot in life, grateful that he has a wife who would give him kids and be with him for as long as we have been. These kinds of things are what’s bothering me even more, and just thinking about it more is giving me more stress. Stress she’d normally take care for me, but she hasn’t done it in so long that now she’s the one giving me the stress it’s just so, so frustrating!”

Carrot collected himself as he saw the concern forming in Pinkie’s gaze, and gave a cough. “I’m sorry. You didn’t need to hear all that.”

Pinkie’s face softened into a smile. “That’s alright, Mr. Cake.” She got up from her place at the counter and trotted around to the other side. “I’d be stressed too if I had all those things to think about without telling anypony. Good thing that I’m around, huh?”

“Yeah, it helps a bit.” Despite saying that, Carrot sighed and let his head hang low. “But I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to put things the way they used to be, or whether that’s a good idea, or if it’s even possible anymore. That, for this one thing, she might not listen.”

“Of course she has to listen.” Carrot’s eyes opened a bit more at the feel of a gentle hoof on his chin raising it up, causing him to look into a pair of deep, blue, caring eyes. “You’re the nicest, smartest stallion that I know. You’ve been helpful to me, my friends, and especially to Mrs. Cake and Pound and Pumpkin. Given that you’ve been with her for so long, why wouldn’t she hear you out?”

“I... I suppose you’re right.”

“I bet I’m right.” She giggled. “You just need a confidence boost: know how much you’re appreciated by everypony here.” Her eyes suddenly took on a devious tint. “And I have just the thing in mind.”

Without warning Pinkie closed the gap between her and Carrot’s muzzle and pressed her lips against his. His eyes shot open as he felt her wiggly tongue enter his mouth and get in contact with his teeth and tongue, making him get a taste Pinkie Pie. Despite the prevailing aroma of cider, there was an underlying flavor of sweetness, no doubt the result of regular consumption of candy and assorted baked goods. The kiss barely lasted a few seconds before Pinkie disconnected and pulled her head back, giving Carrot that same smile and a half-lidded look.

“P-Pinkie, what are you doi—”

“Shhh. Just accept the appreciation.”

He couldn’t get out another word before she kissed him again, only with more gusto. Her tongue went into full attack mode within his mouth, trying to get his tongue to wrangle with it and mix spit. The baker’s mind reeled over the abrupt turn of events, but the one thought that broke through was the notion to disengage from Pinkie. He did so, using his forehooves to push back the tipsy mare from his face.

“Pinkie, you’re drunk.”

“And you’re somepony who needs some special help. And I’m always there for a friend in need.”

For a third time Pinkie pressed herself against Carrot’s face. In his mind the lanky stallion was fumbling and yelling to do something to put an end to this before it continued. Push her away, make her stop, get her to bed. Anything to put some sense into the poor girl before the situation could get any worse.

Yet, he did nothing.

It may have been the frustrations he had been feeling, the want for intimacy in his life, the (supposed) sincerity in Pinkie’s words that made him give in and close his eyes, allowing himself to feel pleasure in that moment. The resistance in his mouth fell as Pinkie’s tongue resumed its passionate dance with his own, which he finally partook in. The mare came off sloppy, but there was so much enthusiasm in the tongue work that he steadily became overwhelmed, allowing himself to moan softly into her mouth, which she responded to with moans of her own.

Pinkie got more into it, pressing into Carrot and forcing him back onto his hindlegs until he had his back against the counter with his forelegs held back as added support. The heat and the passion was intoxicating; it may well have been years since he recalled getting so worked up just from a kiss. It only lasted a few moments more before Pinkie pulled back on her own, allowing both of them to catch their breaths. Carrot was in a haze, his face blushing and his body quivering from the loving to his mouth. Pinkie, on the other hoof, was blushing more out of growing lust, her eyes adopting a hungry look.

“Feeling appreciated?” she asked in a sultry tone.

“Y-Yeah…”

“That’s good.” With that she leaned up to lightly kiss his right cheek, and then the side of his neck, then the top of his collarbone. “You mentioned something about being stressed as well.”

Carrot could only groan breathlessly as the promiscuous mare peppered his body with light pecks, trailing down his exposed barrel, waist, and then stopping above the crotch as she got down on her knees. The pause in her ministrations allowed Carrot to look down and see to his bewilderment what she was looking at. The enamored kiss and the little ones on his body had aroused his stallionhood out of its sheath, so that its mottled semi-hardness was on full display to the poofy-maned filly. She looked at it curiously with a smile, leaning in to take a full whiff of his maleness. The precum that had just formed at the tip of the flat head began to trickle over such an act.

“Yep, plenty of tension there,” she said with a giggle while bringing up a forehoof to rub at the leathery skin. Feeling her soft touch on his sensitive, long-neglected member made Carrot rear back from more sensual pleasure, further compounded as Pinkie gave delicate licks to the flare and rivulets of pre that covered it. Yet despite his dick getting harder from the attentions of a cute and shockingly-skilled mare, some semblance of rationality managed to push through the lust as he tried to formulate some words.

“P-Pinkie…” His desperate chance at protest ended abruptly as Pinkie Pie took the entirety of his shaft deep into her smiling mouth. The sensation of his whole length becoming wrapped in wet, velvety goodness made the stallion arch his back and immediately give off a moan, which encouraged the party pony below to start bobbing her muzzle along her throbbing prize. In little time she started caressing his length with her tongue, further sending the stallion into unmitigated rapture.

A whirlwind of emotions and thoughts went through Carrot’s head in a euphoric, troubling jumble. Pinkie Pie, a mare who had been living under his roof for several years. A fun-loving, innocent, trustworthy employee, who was practically like a daughter to him, kneeling on the floor sucking his cock behind the counter of his work place, which he founded alongside his loving wife, the bearer of his children, who also happened to be sleeping upstairs at that very moment.

Rather than kill his arousal, those thoughts only pushed him at a breakneck pace closer to release. Sweat formed on his forehead as he gave off a series of growing moans, while Pinkie gave off some undulations of her own to further spice up the pleasure. For a good minute and a half this carried on, Carrot and Pinkie lost in their own respective spheres of bliss. Eventually, though, Carrot felt the telltale pressure in his loins that marked the beginning of the end, and he made an effort to warn Pinkie. However, the flaring of his tip seemed to spur Pinkie into a sucking frenzy as she picked up the pace, stopping whatever warning he tried to make as he barreled headlong into climax.

Carrot let off a long groan as he came hard insides the party pony’s muzzle, his senses overtaken by pure explosive pleasure that threatened to knock him out on the spot. But he managed to hold himself up as he continued to spill his essence down that wondrous throat, until the torrent became a trickle in a matter of seconds. Carrot panted in the afterglow, but steadily he came back down to Equestria and his mind settled. The first thing that came to his wracked brain was guilt over what just happened, partly over having to subject Pinkie to the vast quantity of his pent-up sperm.

However, that minor concern was waylaid immediately as Pinkie released his softening dick and looked up at him, a satisfied look on her face and no trace of spunk anyway, save for a minor dribble at the corner of her mouth. He was unquestionably amazed by the feat.

“Wow, that was a lot,” she complimented, wiping away the trace of her deed, only to lick it up from her hoof. “Mmm, salty.”

“Y-Yeah, it has been a while,” he admitted with a blush, both from what he said and Pinkie’s kinky display.

“It’s no good not taking care of that kind of thing for so long.” Pinkie got back up onto her hooves and looked to him with genuine compassion. “Feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you.” Carrot lowered himself back onto all four of his hooves. “I just… don’t know how to feel about it.”

“Oh, it wasn’t good?”

“No Pinkie, it was spectacular. But that’s the thing… You didn’t have to do that. That, or the kiss.”

“But it’s like I said: I help out friends that are in need.”

He sighed to prepare for the next troubling bit. “And that’s the other thing: we’re friends. You’re my employee and my lodger. What you did was not something regular friends do. That’s something you get from a… special somepony. And I already have my special somepony.”

“You said she wasn’t satisfying—”

“But this isn’t the way to go about it, you understand? I’m touched you’d be willing to do that, but something like this could lead to a lot of trouble. It was just us this time, but what if Mrs. Cake came down and saw us? Not to mention that I could’ve very well taken advantage of you, given that you’re intoxicated and not in the right state of mind.”

“But she didn’t catch us, Mr. Cake, and you didn’t take advantage of me. I’m a bit tipsy, sure, but I honestly wanted to make you feel good. There was no ‘forcing me’ about it.”

“You’re missing the point, Pinkie.”

Carrot sighed again, bringing about a moment of silence, which Pinkie broke by placing a gentle hoof on the side of his face.

“I’m sorry if I’m making you worry more. I just wanted to help you out, so that you’re not so stressed. The last thing I want to see is for you to be miserable and not tell anypony about it, especially me. But you did tell me, and I helped. I did help, right?”

Carrot just looked into those glistening baby blues, and his doubts crumbled. “Yes, you did.”

“We can still be friends, Mr. Cake. This could just be a one-time thing. Although,” she paused, giving a sly roll of her eyes. “If you ever feel stressed and need a little more ‘help’, you could ask me. It would be our own little arrangement, but only if you want to.”

Things have gotten messy enough, Carrot thought. Still, those imploring eyes hinted that there’d be no harm just having the option available. “I’ll consider it, Pinkie.”

“That’s great, Mr. Cake.” Pinkie gave a loud yawn. “Seems I burned out the rest of my party buzz. Time for me to hit the hay, so see you tomorrow.” She beamed him a smile before turning around and trotting merrily for the stairs.

“Hey, Pinkie.” The mare stopped and looked over to her somewhat flustered boss. “Um, you can call me Carrot if you want. But only when there’s nopony around.”

Pinkie gave him a bemused look, only for it to switch back to her gleeful countenance. “Okay then, Carrot. Teehee.”

She resumed her trek to her bedroom, leaving Carrot Cake alone in the store once more. He still felt amiss over had had just transpired, and over what he may have potentially entangled himself into. Guilt lingered about the fringes of his mind, and yet he really couldn’t condemn himself for the pleasure he felt, nor the kindness of the mare who gave it to him.

There was some thinking to do, but at least he can do it with less of a burden on his mind and body than before. He allowed himself a little smile, then decided he too would hit the sack. Turning off the light, he made his way upstairs to the master bedroom and joined his sleeping wife. And for the first time in a long while, he slept easy, and contented.

Author's Note

This is usually where your typical semi-decent porn fic comes to a fairly good close. Buuuuut, there's still a bit more to this midnight romp, as you will see.