Pinkie Pie was thinking, she had been doing a lot of that lately, thinking. About a lot of different things too! Like, what was all that yesterday? Why had she felt so strangely towards Mr. Cake when she was massaging him? Was it really just a massage? Thinking back on it, Mr. Cake had been acting kind of strangely around her, lately and she wasn’t sure what that was all about either! Was she supposed to be scared? Happy? She definitely was nervous yesterday, that was for sure. She could still remember her heart racing when she was bouncing down the steps, her eyes hazy as she quickly retreated out to get some cool nice evening’s air that had helped her calm down. She’d gone to Twilight for some advice, since Twilight always had good advice. But Twilight wasn’t around, and she didn’t want to bother her friends so late, and ended up just walking around to clear her mind out, before going back to shower and lay on her bed. It had a strangely pleasant smell that she don’t recognize. And that only allowed her to think, and think. She couldn’t fathom the possibility that Mr. Cake would do something inappropriate to her: he was a married stallion! And she loved him like a father!

But he wasn’t her father, though. And thinking more on it, she did feel like she had liked those hugs of his, it was strange, and new, and unknown, but all in all it wasn’t that bad. And Pinkie Pie wasn’t a foal. She knew of the birds and the bees, enough to start really thinking about it. Did Mr. Cake want to make love to her? That wouldn’t be right, would it? He had Mrs. Cake, and his foals, and Pinkie loved the Cakes so much. She wouldn’t want anything to happen that would make them fight..

There were only more and more questions in the young pink mare’s mind. So lost in her thought, that she had only just then noticed a hoof waving in front of her face. Mr. Cake’s hoof. “Huh? Wha-? Sorry Mr. Cake, I kinda spaced out there.” She blinked, shaking back to reality.

"That's fine, Pinkie. We, uh... have an order." It's the first thing Mr. Cake had really said to her since the other night, and he intended not to dwell on it longer than he needed to. Besides the fact that he needed to get back to the counter up front, he'd noticed her avoiding him, and didn't need her distracted in the middle of the lunch rush. "Half a dozen doughnuts, pink frosting and glazed," he reported, then awkwardly went back to man the register.

“Okie dokie lokie Mr. Cake! A dozen pink frosting and glazed doughnuts coming right up!” Pinkie chirped. Other ponies would not have been able to tell the difference, but somepony that had been with her for so long like Mr. Cake could tell that she had not been as active as usual that day. Who would blame her, though?

Not him, after the stunt he pulled. As he walked, devoid of energy himself, the stallion was only glad she didn't go to the authorities immediately. As far as he knew. ...or worse yet, she could write a letter to his wife. It wasn't even his fault! She offered to give him a massage! He grumbled as he went back to taking and hoofing out orders to hungry customers.

Or he tried to, at any rate. Mr. Cake stared blankly at the stallion talking to him on the other side of the counter. The baker was far more preoccupied with Pinkie Pie, and what he did, not to mention how it was affecting her.

She clearly wanted to get away near the end, squirming and wiggling like she was... But in his state of mind, that was just all the more enticing. What was she trying to accomplish anyway, straddling him like that if she didn't want to take it further? Was she really that innocent? That pure? ... that easily corruptible?

"Hey, aren't you going to take my bits?" The stallion insistently shook the hoof holding the little gold coins. It snapped Mr. Cake out of his reverie, but put a sheepish expression on his face.

"Uh... I'm sorry, Sir, what were you ordering again?" The customer in front and all of them lining up behind him groaned. The rest of the day wasn't any easier for Mr. Cake.

True to his prediction, it was a long, hard day at work. That should serve as a clue to what sort of mood he was in for most of that time. Pies, cupcakes, crullers, danishes... the whole day ponies were in and out, ordering desserts and yet there was one thing on his mind as the day went on, and it only got more insistent for those fleeting moments where the stallion would poke his head back into the kitchen and tell Pinkie Pie to start another order.

Once in a while, he would even get lucky and manage to do so while she was busy doing something, turned away from him. There was one point, after lunch, where the (too) young mare was leaning over the counter right across from the doorway and rolling dough for some cookies, her plot waving back and forth as she did it. It was one of those rare times in Carrot Cake's life, where he wished he was a unicorn. If only he had a horn, and could sneakily, without her knowing, lift that fluffy, pink cotton-candy, tail up and get another good look at the prize it was hiding from him.

...It isn't as if she has been hiding it, he realized, doing one of the final tasks in closing the shop for the night. As he idly filled the bits into their safe, memories of the past few days' more... eventful moments played for Mr. Cake. Her in the shower, hot water running over her body, touching herself while she knew he was in the room. Or just the other day, giving him that massage when there was no way at all she didn't know how hard he was under that cloth. If he thought about it... it seemed like she’d been teasing him. Letting him see just glimpses of that irresistible pink plot, bouncing, shaking it right in front of him. She had to be trying to tempt him!

Or, at least, trying to give him a signal... Maybe it wasn't so bad as that. A filly her age probably had urges too, and having him here with her, alone, for the whole week? It could be hard on her too, in the same way. What if she was nervous, and wanted him to take the first step more directly? They both wanted it, and there were only a few days left now. He'd have to act fast, he realized while finishing his task and locking up the safe. If they didn't want to lose their chance, it had to be now or never, and he didn't want to do that to either of them. Who could blame them for wanting to share that kind of experience? Mr. Cake loved his wife, he truly did, and his beautiful foals... but, he couldn't deny there was something about Pinkie Pie. That boundless optimism, the endless cheer. The way she could brighten a pony's day no matter what, and never made him feel tired, or unwanted. He wanted more than just her body, though if all goes well he'd have that too for the night. The stallion, filled with resolve, walked from the kitchen and left to find her. As he went, fantasies of the best-case scenario came to mind in intense detail.

He found her where he thought she’d be. Finishing up mopping the main room’s floor that he could swear was shining from how clean it had become. But her usual cheerfulness wasn’t quite there, she wasn’t as bouncy, or as excitable. Maybe it was the way she was just kind of standing there mopping that one spot. Maybe it was how her ears were slightly lowered, but whatever it was, the poor thing looked like she could use a hug.

Carrot Cake wished he could give it to her then, but it would be better to wait. He approached slowly. "Almost finished there, Pinkie Pie?"

The mare in question perked her ears and looked up to him, her eyes widening for a second as if startled. “Hm? Oh! Yeah, I’m just about done cleaning, Mr. Cake.. Is there.. anything else you want me to do?” It was that question again. Although with some hesitation in her voice.

This time, Carrot had the restraint to not answer it the same way. He rubbed the back of his head with a hoof, finding this hard to say. "No... but I thought you might want to talk."

“About what?” Pinkie asked as she allowed herself to drop back to the ground and face him fully, letting the mop rest against her side.

"About what happened? Yesterday?" He asked, almost wondering if he'd been imagining her more upset than she was.

The young pink little pony bit her lower lip and turned away for a second, as if thinking. “I dunno Mr. Cake… I dunno what to say..” she replied.

... That isn't good, because neither did he. "Are... you upset with me about it?"

“I dunno...” the answer came from the pink filly again, she was looking more and more uncertain each time.

The stallion sat in front of her and nervously took off his hat, holding it in his hooves. "... did you enjoy it?"

Pinkie sits as well, her face was starting to flush again, her ears dipped a little lower. “I-I guess…” her answer came as a nervous little squeak that would’ve been more fitting from her shy pegasus friend than the energetic party pony like her.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with that, Pinkie," Carrot told her gently, trying for more gentleness than excitement.

That made the mare in question look back to him. She looked tired, now that he’d gotten a better look at her. “But.. Mrs. Cake..” She murmured weakly. Sounding tired for maybe the first time since he had known her.

Mr. Cake still at least had the decency to look unsure when her name was brought up. "She's not here now, and both of us have needs. She doesn't need to find out, and she won't be hurt by it."

“It doesn’t feel right...” Pinkie pouted, huffing a little as she turned her face away from him. Her legs trembling a little as she said so.

"It felt right to me," he argued. After a pause, Carrot continued, "... and it might help my marriage."

That manage to catch Pinkie’s attention, she turned back to him, an ear perking curiously, her head tilted just a slight bit in the same manner. “Help with your marriage? How?”

"Well, uh... think about it this way,” Carrot tried to explain in terms she might appreciate. "Imagine you had to go to one party every day. The same party, same ponies and games, same food. Wouldn't that get boring after a while?"

The young pink party pony thought about it as she sat there. “Well, I guess so? That’s why I always make sure that my parties aren’t all the same!”

"Yes, so you get it," he said, starting to sound more excited. "If you had to go that first party every day, wouldn't you want to do something different? And then when you went back to the first party, wouldn't it seem more fun?"

It was starting to make sense now! Kind of. “Yeah! I guess it would! but, what’s partying got to do with this?” Pinkie asked, still not quite getting it. But at least she doesn’t look like she’s on the verge of crying anymore.

Okay... Maybe he needs to be a little more clear. "Well... You remember what happened during the massage?"

“Yeah? It felt really strange for a massage. A doozies of messages!” the mare answered, holding her hooves at her head and rolled her eyes around a little for effect.

"But it felt good, didn't it?" He asks, trying to keep a straight face. "That's the kind of thing Cup Cake and I do." Mr. Cake didn't expect her to be this innocent, even now. He supposed he'd just have to teach her everything she needed to know…

“Like, massages? I guess you two could really use it, working so hard everyday like that!” Pinkie commented, nodding. “It’s really sweet of you two too! You’re like, the sweetest couple together. With lots of sweets to spare that you can make a fortune selling them!”

"Um, thank you, Pinkie..." He trailed off, distractedly. Why did she have to bring up Mrs. Cake and make this harder? "And it's like a massage, but different. What I'm talking about feels much better."

“Oooh! Whatsit?” Pinkie asked, bouncing excitedly in her seat. It almost looked like she was vibrating!

The stallion nearly told her flatly, but another, better idea came to mind. "...I could show you."

And what’s the worst thing that can happen? “Okay!” Pinkie chirped, seemingly cheered up already at the thought of helping Mr. Cake with his marriage.

Now openly grinning, Carrot Cake stood up, and already started walking to the stairs. "Follow me," he told her, while imagining what was going to happen. He practically trotted up the stairs.

For the first time today, Pinkie bounced. She bounced behind him, following him up the stairs as she was told, to go and help him with his marriage! She wouldn’t have any less either! After all, it was the least she could do for the ponies who housed her, gave her a job and give her enough salary to throw so many parties and make so many ponies happy!

Again, instead of his own, Mr. Cake led her up to her own bedroom, and stood beside the bed, then patted it with a hoof.

Taking the hint, Pinkie Pie hopped onto the bed and sat down on her rump, balancing herself with her forelegs as she sat facing him. An excited smile plastered across her face as she bounced a bit still, curious to know what this good-feeling thing was going to be.

"Now... you're ready, Pinkie?" Carrot Cake asked, trying to keep from shaking with excitement himself. He had this perky, pretty, and very young mare right in front of him, and exited to do whatever he wanted. The stallion wasn't even sure what they should do first.

He took off his hat and the apron, hanging them on a bedpost. Smiling, he sat on the brightly pink bedspread, right next to Pinkie, and wrapped a hoof around her withers, starting to rub her back.

He could feel her back tensing up slightly from his rub as the filly that could’ve been his daughter looked up to him and lowered her ears a little, that unsure nervousness slowly returning to her, but she didn’t say anything this time. Determined to help him however she could.

The nervousness gave Mr. Cake just a moment of pause. He didn't retract his hoof, or move any further away, not that there was much room to on the small bed. He did ask though, "... you're ready, right? You really want to do this?"

“Do what?” that lone question, along with the confused look from the filly answered a few of his own.

"Pinkie..." He asked, brushing a hoof against her face. "... you know about the birds and the bees, right?"

“Well.. yeah! Of course I do!” She said, her heart racing up like that one time she drank a whole tub of fizzy soda. Her face warmed up with a blush as his hoof made her lean a little into it. Was this really it? Did Mr. Cake want to do something like that with her? But how was cheating on Mrs. Cake supposed to help their marriage? Oh sure, she understood what he said about the party thing, but didn’t that mean he just needed to try new things with Mrs. Cake?

There were so many questions running through the panicking mind of the pink little pony, and not many of them she had good answers for.

Meanwhile, as soon as she gave the word, the thoughts running through the stallion's mind mostly began to involve the different ways he was about to fuck this petite mare. His hoof started to gently, but insistently, press down on her back, guiding her to lay belly-down on the mattress. "Good, so you know what this is about..." He said, lecherously, his semierect member poking out of his sheath. In just a moment, he would finally be lifting up that pink tail, feeling her body move under his as he mounted her. There was no way it wasn't going to be better than every one of his fantasies, and he only needed to do it once, get it out of his system, and Cup Cake never needed to know. He was going to make this count though, and show Pinkie the time of her life.

Pinkie was reluctant, and whimpered when he insist that she lay down. She ended up rolling onto her back however, with her legs and cotton candy tail tucked to herself. It was without a doubt in her mind now what Mr. Cake is trying to do, and she wasn’t very sure about it at all. “Mr. Cake.. w-we shouldn’t..” She said to him nervously, her ears flopped against her head as her eyes shifted around at the various exits of her room.

He laid his forelegs over her shoulders, laying down on top of the nervous pony, but keeping his weight off her for now. "It's fine, Pinkie," he assured.

The pony in question shrunk a little and whimpered a noise that befit her shy pegasus friend much more than her usual loud perky self. “But... Mr. Cake... isn’t this cheating?” Pinkie asked. She had already figured out what he wanted, and she had to admit that a part of her told her that she wanted it as well. After all, he had taken good care of her, and she does love him dearly... but would this be too much loving? plus she never did anything like this before either! Could this be another way to make a pony happy? Would it be worth the risk?

Carrot Cake sighed, without moving from where he was. "Technically... Yes. But I explained how it was. It's better this way, where I get to have some innocent fun, and when she's back, I'll be even happier to see her." One of the hooves over her shoulder moved down to stroke her side. "And don't you think it'll be fun?"

Pinkie eeped from his touches, blushing brighter as his words rolled around in her head. “I... guess it’ll be... But...” She gulped, trying to make sense of her father figure’s actions. “You... wanted to make foals with me?” Oh Pinkie, how innocent art thee.

"W-what? No, no, I'm not trying to make foals with you." Though she could probably feel him getting harder against her as he denied it. It wasn't his fault that the idea of filling her up with his seed was so damn hot. Even if he did, she probably wouldn't get pregnant... She could even go for medicine the next day.... It should be fine, even if he finished inside.

That confused the pink pony greatly, momentary replacing her nervousness. “But... you want to make love with me, and that’s what ponies do to make foals...”

"It is, yes..." He explained slowly, as if speaking to a filly, which, in fairness... "But it doesn't have to make foals. That only happens sometimes, if the ponies do something in particular." Something he was very tempted to do now.

Curiosity won over nervousness, and Pinkie asked “Like what?” as she tilted her head to the side inquisitively, and looked up at the stallion with wide blue eyes.

Seeing his chance, Mr. Cake used his hoof to try to brush her tail out of the way. "Now's the perfect time to show you." His attempt made the petite little pink pony eep and squeezes a little tighter onto her tail, making him only give that puffy cotton candy tail a brush with his hoof. So very close now... "You don't need to be nervous," he reminded her, still trying to move the tail.

Pinkie turned her head away a little as she blushed up brighter, her blue eyes still looking at him as she chewed her lips nervously. Her legs and tail relaxed a little, allowing him to move it just a little more... still not enough, but it was closer than he’d ever been, now. “I-I don’t think I’m ready yet, Mr. Cake...” Her quivering voice filled with uncertainty.

Mr. Cake only failed to hear the word 'no' in there. The young mare just needed a little push, is all. He pushed her tail aside, more insistently, too tempted when he'd come so far. "Sure you are."

Her hind legs crossed, blocking him access and denying him the view of her priceless treasure as she whimpered a little more insistently as well. “Mr. Cake... I-I don’t think I want to anymore...” She was trembling now. But he’d understand, right? Mr. Cake had always been so nice and understanding, he’d understand this too, right? He was acting so strange and it was kind of scaring her too.

"Why don't we just try and see if you like it?" He asked persistently, prying apart her hindlegs, and hopefully getting a clear view of her marehood.

Pinkie rolled that thought in her head. Well, if she didn’t like it and said no, he’d stop.. right? It was Mr. Cake after all! With that in mind, she relaxed her legs and tail for him. “Okay...” She replied in a small voice as she allowed him to part her legs and brush her puffy tail aside, revealing her sweet-looking virgin treasure. It looked so pink, so beautiful, like the forbidden fruit that it was. Still perfectly closed like a sweet plum. Pinkie blushed brightly as she was finally exposed to him fully, allowing him to feast on her petite form with his eyes. Her own large blue eyes studied him, looking for the stallion that she loved so much to see if he was still there, looking for the kind comforting smiles that he always gave her when she did something wrong, the same patient smile that she got while he was teaching her how to bake all the goodies.

Finally, after so much anticipation, Mr. Cake got to see her exposed. And it was just as perfect as he imagined. One of his hooves rubbed her inner thigh, and the stallion practically salivated over the pink prize in front of him. He glanced up to look at her... and paused. Something in her expression, something about that pleading note... It gave strength to a small voice inside him that'd been too weak those past few days. Pinkie was irresistible, yes it's true. So young, vibrant, cute in every way. But giving into his urges wasn't worth this. He sighed, sitting up a little. "Did you... Think I should slow down?" The question was painful to ask, but Carrot did it anyway.

“Y-yeah.. I think we’re going way fast!” Pinkie replied, with a little more energy in her voice. She was sure that she could still see the Mr. Cake that she loved, and it somehow made it feel all nicer from that. And relaxed out her tense legs. She had been resisting his prying hooves without even realizing it! But now the weight was lifted a little off of her. With certainty that Mr. Cake would never hurt her.

“Okay…” he said, in a much smaller voice. His hooves were placed on her belly in front of him, but it seemed more to cover himself for the moment, than to actually touch her.

The young little pony made a squeak when he placed his hooves on her belly, not unlike that of a rubber ducky. “Are you.. are you okay, Mr. Cake?” She asked. Looking at him with those wide bright blue eyes, the same ones that he always seemed to get when she asked if he was okay, when she was worried about his well-being. No doubt when she was thinking on how she could make him feel better.

"Fine, Pinkie," he answered, though his heart clearly wasn't in it. "Only wondering if this was all a mistake."

“What is?” The pink curious filly asked, scooting herself back so she could sit up facing him. Most of her nervousness seems to have melted away already, leaving behind the same friendly Pinkie that was concerned for somepony who she really cares about.

"I got so focused on what I wanted-" And a part of him still wanted it, even now, "-that I wasn't thinking about what you wanted. I'm sorry."

To Pinkie, Mr. Cake looked like he could really use a hug. So that’s exactly what she was going to give him. Leaning forward closer to him, she threw both of her forelegs over his neck and squeezed. Pressing herself against him as she nuzzled into the stallion in an attempt to cheer him up. “It’s okay, sometimes I wanted something so much that I forgot to think about what other ponies wanted too!”

Carrot accepted the hug, wrapping his forelegs around her in turn. That's Pinkie Pie, being willing to forgive that quickly is only something she could manage. "So... what now?"

“Well, we take it slow, silly! You still want it, right? I wouldn’t miss the chance to help you and Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie giggled cheerfully, bouncing a little in his hug, before calming down. A cute blush creeping up her face a little as she did so “Besides... I guess I kinda wanna try it too? I dunno if it’s wrong or anything, but I know that I care about you loads and loads, Mr. Cake!” She squeezed him a little tighter then when she said that.

"I care about you too, Pinkie Pie," Mr. Cake said back, smiling for the only young mare he knew who could make a stallion feel heartwarmed and horny at the same time. "Where do we start?"

“I dunno! I’m not the one with experiences, am I?” Pinkie nudged him, giving him a knowing wink as she giggled.

"No, you're not," the stallion said with a lidded expression. He gently pressed her back toward a laying-down position, slowly this time. "But I can teach you."

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie chirped, vibrating a little as her nervousness made way for excitement. It’s so different now than how she were just moments ago... her ears perked with attention, that sweet cheerful smile plastered on her face again, that energy that threatens to consume all... And that innocent purity that simply wanted to help and cheer ponies up. This is the Pinkie he knew.

Again, the stallion put a hoof on either one of her thighs and spread them apart, looking for that tail to move out of the way. But even with considerably much more consent than the last time, Pinkie’s tail still has found its way back to where it was, cutely tucked to herself in between her legs. Denying him the sight of her untouched treasure again.

"Pinkie..." He patiently said her name. "Could you move your tail for me?" His hooves rubbed slowly up and down her inner thighs as he spoke..

Pinkie’s blush deepened as she bit her lower lips and turned her face away a little, embarrassed. But her eyes still looked at him, those beautiful half-lidded blue eyes.. “Okie...” her tail began to shift aside as she replies. Slowly, too slow. But with patience, her pretty youthful virgin plum was exposed to him again.

Mr. Cake partly laid down on his belly in front of her. Giving her a hungry look, he said, "What do you think about me starting by eating your pie, Pinkie?"

“That sounds fun!” Pinkie squeaked excitedly, squirming slightly on the bed and giggling. She clearly liked the pun.

Happy to have her enthusiasm, the stallion smiled and looked down at his prize. On display for him, he can just see the inner lips of the young pony's virgin marehood. Carrot Cake could only imagine how good it'd feel, and could hardly believe he wouldn't need to wait long to find out. And it'd probably taste so sweet... Knowing Pinkie, maybe literally.

Without further ado about nothing, he leaned in and gave the length of her slit a long lick from bottom to top. Causing the pink little pony to gasp in and shudder from it. She let out a cute eep, the lick making her fidget and squirm, unable to stay still. “That feels funny!”

Encouraged by her reaction, he followed it up with a few shorter, faster licks, while wrapping his hooves tightly around her thighs. "It feels good too, I hope?"

“Yeah.. It’s a good funny feeling.” Pinkie replied, her hooves pulling and tugging at the bed as her back began to arch a little, her breathing getting heavier as her legs twitch. Her thighs trying to squeeze down around his head as she produces little whimpers.

Mr. Cake would have liked to spread those lips with his hooves and gotten a good look before he dove in, but it seemed like Pinkie has other plans. He kissed and bit at her thighs, causing cute giggles, before moving back to the main attraction. The tip of his tongue barely traced the outline of her opening.

If there's one thing the experienced stallion had learned, it's that she'd appreciate it more if you teased her until she was willing to beg for it.

“Hoookie, It’s getting even better now!” Pinkie said excitedly as her forelegs kept pulling at the bedsheets. She used them to push herself up a little, to watch the stallion whom she cared for so much, licking her most private place. “How do I taste?”

If only more blood were reaching the stallion's brain, he might be able to come up with something better than, "So good." And it was true too, he realized as he continued his teasing licks. The smell, the somehow sweet taste of her juices... Unable to help hold himself back any longer, his tongue moved to her opening and then inside her.

The excitable pink little pony let in a quick, sharp, gasp of air before she squealed out cute quivering noises, wiggling and pulling against the bed as pleasure jolted straight up her spine, making her fur stand on end. Her hind legs kicked the air in response to each of his licks. Her soft, velvet, and obviously very sensitive walls squeezed and clenched tightly as he tasted her pink, healthy inner flesh. Its until-recently-untouched lips winked at him invitingly, pushing her beautiful sensitive pearl out of its hiding place and booping him on the nose.

Mr. Cake had to grin at that, and of course, took it as a hint. When her clit revealed itself, he moved up to give it some attention, licking small circles around it. If his tongue weren't so busy, he'd’ve asked the mare how she liked it, not that he needed to with how the sweet virgin filly was writhing already.

He was suddenly and violently reminded that Pinkie was still a sensitive young virgin when the filly in question cried out in pleasure, loud enough that anyone in the house would have heard without a doubt if they were there. Her back arched and her tail twitched chaotically as she came hard for him. Squirting burst after warm burst of her much-needed natural lube for him, her face turned an entirely new shade of red.

Dutifully, the stallion lapped it up, thankful in the back of his mind that nopony else was home. Hopefully nopony heard from another house though... It's a small town, and somepony might wonder why they were hearing those sort of moans when his wife was away.

... or he could stop worrying for once and focus on the panting, quivering, filly in front of him. "I'd say that means you're ready."

“Nnh.. hnn.. haah… r-ready for what?” Pinkie asked, gasping in air as her hind legs twitched slightly from the lingering pleasure. Her eyes were unfocused and droopy. She needed a quick moment to gather herself and lick up the drool she was having from that. “You’re right, though. This is fun!”

He chuckled softly. "I'm glad you think so." She got that adorable goofy look on her face too, when she was getting eaten out. Now, to hope she enjoyed the next part just as much. To answer her question, the stallion sat up on his haunches, revealing his hardened length and set it on her mound.

Pinkie gasped softly, her blush strengthening in tone and intensity as her eyes were fixed on the large rod before her. It looked so large to the lithe young filly. “Um.. Mr. Cake? I.. I don’t think that’s going to fit in me...” She said nervously, her ears flopping back down against her head as her forelegs tucked to herself instinctively.

"With how wet you are," he answered, rubbing the soft underside of his hoof against her lower lips. "It shouldn't be a problem. But if you're worried there is something that might help..."

The pink young little pony gasped softly and eeped adorably from his rubbing, squirming lightly on her back as she looked up to him nervously. “Nnh.. yeah? Like what?” She asked, wondering just what exactly could help fitting that monster inside her.

"Well, uh..." Mr. Cake sat up a little more, putting a hoof under his erection to hold it up, as he gave Pinkie a hopeful, expectant look. "Giving it a few licks first couldn't hurt."

Pinkie stared at it, biting her lower lips as her ears flopped a little. “I guess... but wouldn’t it be better if you just rubbed it on me for a bit?” She reasoned. Mostly because she didn’t think she could even roll onto her side now from how sensitive she was feeling.

He almost managed to look disappointed for an instant... The alternative suggestion was too amazing for that though. "Yeah, that's fine," Carrot Cake agreed with little hesitation. Moving his hooves to under her, he took a few moments to knead her rump. Enjoying the balance between that youthful tautness and the yielding plump flesh, he set his shaft over her marehood and started to slowly thrust.

Pinkie let out a little noise when she felt his hot, thick shaft setting on her virgin flower. She quivered and trembled lightly as her back arched, the young mare letting out a soft, cute, moan from the stimulation, her tail twitching from side to side wildly under her. “Mmnh.. i-is this good, Mr. Cake?” She asked, wiggling her plot a little in his squeezing hooves.

The stallion suppressed a laugh at the fluffy tail tickling him in sensitive places, and leaned forward to lay atop the smaller pony, putting his hooves on her shoulders. "It's great, don't stop," he exhaled, lining himself up to her hot entrance. He could practically feel the heat coming off of her marehood, and with what little restraint he had left, he simply asked, "Ready?"

The young filly nodded eagerly in reply, and her body tensed up nervously as she kept her eyes fixed on the tip of his large rod. “As ready as I can be, Mr. Cake!” she squeaked encouragingly, not wanting him to know just how nervous she was. After all, she wanted to cheer him up and make him feel good as well as helping his marriage, so it was better if he didn’t know.

Taking a deep breath, he started to push forward, parting her lips and barely fitting the head into her tight virgin pussy. He'd never been with a mare this tight, or with a reaction so sensitive. Already feeling her walls start to grip, Mr. Cake let out an approving sigh, burying his muzzle in Pinkie's neck.

The pink filly closed her legs around him, whimpering into his head as she nuzzled her face into his mane for comfort. It had been quite a task just to spread her pretty little flower apart enough to fit his flat head inside her, stretching her painfully apart to make space for him. He could feel Pinkie’s youthful natural barrier against him, a futile attempt to deny him of any further advances as her tight young muscles squeezed around him.

Simultaneously, his hooves grabbed hers and pinned them above her head, and he thrusted his hips forward, her marehood's youthful resistance doing nothing to stop his cock from slipping in up to the medial ring. Fuck, this was so wrong. Claiming this innocent young mare's virginity, already imagining himself riding her until it was time to fill her with his seed. "Halfway there," he grunted.

Pinkie cried out as she twitched and whined helplessly; her tight velvet walls squeezing and clenching around him like a vice in an attempt to push the invading rod out of her, but it only managed to massage him and make it feel even better. Her back arched up as her legs closed around him tightly, the poor thing gasping for air as she felt the sharp pain shooting up her spine and her lower tummy being filled with a taut fullness. Her beautiful young lips pushed inwards slightly from the push, her torn virginity bleeding lightly around him. “Nnhh.. o-okie.. dokie lokie..!” Pinkie gasped, trying to stay strong for him even though her whole body was trembling and twitching.

"You're... Doing great..." The stallion managed to say between heavy breaths, both from the arousal and the incredible effort of pacing himself for her sake. With another thrust, he forced himself a few more inches inside, nearly finishing on the spot as he could feel the muscular walls massaging him nearly from head to hilt. He would have his entire member inside her, if he weren't nearly out of room and worried about hurting her, even now.

“Nnnh.. m-my tummy feels funny, Mr. C-Cake..” Pinkie complained before letting out another cute eep when his tip bumped against her untouched cervix. Making her squirm and squeeze around him oh so wonderfully, letting him know how it felt to take a (too) young virgin mare.

"You like how it feels?" Before he even got his answer, the stallion began to pull out, only to thrust back inside faster than before, making the poor mare squeak! out as her whole body rocked along with each of his thrusts, the large bulge that had formed on her lower stomach showing them exactly how deep he was inside her.

“Nnh… It... kinda hurts..” She whimpered.

"S-should I stop?" He asked nervously, but lust compelled him to only slow down his thrusting as he waited for an answer. Please, don't ask him to stop... He was so close.

Pinkie widened her eyes and flopped her ears down as she shook her head quickly at the question. “N-no! Please... I want to help!” Her tight passage squeezed around him again then, alarmed. Her legs closed around him in an attempt to keep him there and not leave her.

At least she didn't need to worry about that, because there was no way he was going anywhere right now. Still pumping in and out of her incredible marehood, he asked, "But you want this, right?" She shouldn't just be doing this for him. ...and he also wanted to hear the filly tell him that she enjoyed getting fucked like this.

“A-A little, yeah.. hnnh.. still kinda hurts, but it’s… mhn.. getting better~!” Pinkie said adorably, her forelegs closing around him too now. The young pink filly clinged tightly onto the older stallion as she let out a cry of pained pleasure into his neck, and he could swear that her whole passage rippled as the poor little thing twitched and spasmed, coating his thick length with an extra layer of her silky clear juice.

Carrot Cake was almost shocked when he felt her walls squeeze his stallionhood all at once, again. That was the second time in a few minutes! His wife, much as he loved her, hadn’t been that sensitive in years, he reflected, thrusting in and out of Pinkie for all he was worth. Every time, he had to leave that few inches outside, but it was still the best feeling he’d had since he could remember. If he knew it was going to be this incredible, he would have done this even sooner! Maybe not too much sooner... she was pretty young already… but who is he kidding anyway? She clearly loved it, making all those squeaks and moans, holding onto him for dear life.

If he knew what it would feel like to have nearly every inch of his length drawn into her, caressed and practically massaged, all while she arched her back in ecstasy? He would have mounted her the first time he saw her bent over a table, innocently and teasingly shaking her hindquarters.

Then he felt it, Pinkie’s pounded cervix started to spread a little from one particularly hard thrust, the mare squeaked out loudly in surprise, gasping and twitching from that, but he was rewarded with the incredible warmth coming from her youthful fertile womb. Coaxing him with maddening temptation to go even further, to hilt inside the young mare that he had the pleasure of meeting in his life and housing as his tenant, employee and almost a daughter. To go all the way and cream her pie where it mattered the most.

His heart skipped a beat at the totally new sensation. A second opening, and with that burning warmth, just begging him to go further. A distant part of his mind said that it probably shouldn't be physically possible, but it was Pinkie Pie. ... and besides, it somehow didn't look like she was in pain, as he kept pounding her, reaching into her furthest depths. If it didn't bother her already, there was no reason he couldn’t go even further.

Exhaling a deep moan, the stallion thrusted harder yet, feeling the tightest fit he ever had as the flared head of his penis passed the last barrier between him and her womb. Mr. Cake felt the familiar pressure building up, but held off for the time being. He could last just a few more seconds, long enough to hilt and pull out before he finished inside her. He... still had that much self control, or so he told himself.

Pinkie squeaked out loudly when he thrusted hard and sent himself deeper inside her; more than any mare could dream of. It sent off another spike of pain up her spine and the poor thing curled up against him as her whole body tensed, her entire passage, now including her tight, stretched cervix, squeezed around his meaty rod, Her legs locked around, holding onto him for dear life as she was taken so fully, more so than he ever did his wife.

And with more enthusiasm than he had with his wife, the stallion plunged his thick cock the rest of the way inside, up to the hilt. All of it was too much for him; the unbelievable tightness, the heat, and the sheer taboo of the situation, filling every inch of this filly who was far too young for him. Unsurprisingly, he didn't get the chance to pull out before the pressure hit a climax, and his head flared as he released his seed straight into her womb.

The young mare under him shuddered and trembled heavily as the sudden warmth started to fill her up with explosive power, leaving her whimpering and twitching as she kept squeezing onto him with her legs. Her passage massaged him, instinctively milking him for every last drop of his seed into her fertile womb.

Groaning, the stallion’s remaining energy flowed out of him with his cum, and he laid down fully on top of Pinkie, resting his muzzle in her fluffy mane. Instincts compelled him to keep himself pressed fully up against her, not letting a single drop go to waste, or miss where it was meant to be. It’ll be fine, he thought in his pleasant afterglow.

Pinkie nuzzled into his neck as she panted for air, trembling and cooing, enjoying the afterglow. Her whole body was stinging with taunt fullness, it still kinda hurt, but it also felt really good and really warm too. She thought she liked it.. plus it was with Mr. Cake and he seemed to be very, very happy too! And cheering up her friends is what Pinkie’s here to do...

With her nose still pressed against him, she looked up to him with those bright, beautiful eyes of hers. And in the most innocent way, she asked. “Hnn.. haah.. s-so.. When do you put the condom on?”

“Oh...about that…” Carrot Cake looked down at her nervously, seeing the visible bulge protruding slightly from her pink tummy. It’ll all be fine...after all, what were the chances she’d get pregnant from just this once? After all, he and Cup Cake had to try for months before she got pregnant. Sure, Pinkie was younger... Much younger. Probably much more fertile too...

Slowly, his eyes widened. He had meant to pull out! He was going to stop before then, but it was just too amazing. Her walls held onto him like a vice, his body and mind trapped... And now he might've just impregnated a mare half his age.

Pinkie tilted her head curiously, still expecting his answers. Wearing that cute, innocent look of hers when she was being told something. Her ears perked attentively, still showing signs of so much energy and activity even after such a strenuous activity for the first time!

That blush that decided to stay on her face definitely added to her adorability. It was almost enough to forget that he was balls deep inside a mare so young and cute like her right now, but the bulge on her tummy didn’t lie. Her youthful, fertile womb was definitely filled to the brim with his seeds, and he still kept himself inside to plug it from coming out. He probably should pull out and drain her somehow to make sure that there was a better chance that she wouldn’t get pregnant... but...

... but maybe he didn't want to? It was insane, illegal, and wrong in so many ways... Yet there was something right about it. Even now that the post-orgasm haze was clearing, he still loved being inside this joyful, eternally bright and energetic pony. If it actually happened, it could tear apart his family, his business, and his entire life. Everything he had would be ruined. And it still seemed worth the risk. Maybe she'd go find a unicorn to cast a morning-after spell... Maybe not. For now, Carrot Cake was staying right where he was... until he was ready to fill her again. "That... was incredible," he breathlessly told her, once he sees the confusion in her expression.

Pinkie beams brightly at that, squirming and bouncing a little on the bed, making her tight, velvet walls squeezes and massages him a little more from the little movements she makes. “It sure was! Did you like it?” She asked excitedly, seemingly more concerned about his enjoyment than her own.

Still very sensitive, Mr. Cake drew in a sharp breath at her movements, then exhaled and leaned down to nuzzle her. "I did. ... did you?"

The young mare squealed and giggled cheerfully from his nuzzles, nuzzling back against him as well as she chirped out “Mmhmm! It was a bit scary at first, and kinda hurts, but I think it was very fun and I liked it!”

"Well, I'm glad you liked it," he answered, head still in the clouds. Without pulling out of her, Mr. Cake rolled over and wraped a foreleg around Pinkie, pulling her onto his chest.

The pink little pony eeped and squirmed some more then, giggling happily as she nuzzled her face down into his chest, cuddling into his forelegs closely as she clinged onto him still, relaxing contently on top of him. “This’ll help your marriage too, right Mr. Cake?” She asked hopefully, looking up to him as she rests her chin on his chest.

"As long as she doesn't hear about this, I think things are going to be just fine," the stallion answered, rubbing Pinkie's back, making her fur stand against his rubs.

The pleased mare relaxed further into his forelegs as all the exercise started to catch up on her, she yawned softly, pressing her face against his chest in a nuzzle as she murmured “Mmn.. I’m glad...” before powering down right there on top of him.

Perfectly content, Carrot Cake wrapped his other foreleg around her, and drifted off to sleep, cuddling his favorite tenant. It was always easier to sleep with somepony else there.

Author's Note

And that's that, folks!

Thanks for staying with us through this little journey. :) Should we keep going? or write an epilogue?
Thoughts? Leave them at the comments below!