Hungry for Some Pie.

As the last customer of the morning rush trotted out the door, Mr. Cake followed closely behind, almost hopping like the pony who caused his good mood. The door’s lock made a satisfying click as he made sure nopony could get in, and turned the sign around to “CLOSED,” to make sure they wouldn’t try. “Pinkie,” the stallion called toward the kitchen, having seen the mare there last.

He wasn’t disappointed, as the pony he called for poked her head out from the kitchen with a big, bright smile on her face. “Yes~, Mr. Cake?” she replied.

"I, uh…closed down the shop," Mr. Cake answered, gesturing toward the door. Which made Pinkie Pie tilt her head in confusion, flopping down a single ear while perking another.

“But Mr. Cake, it’s not even noon yet!” She pointed out.

He nodded nervously. "Well, I thought since Cup Cake comes home tomorrow, and we shouldn't have many customers between breakfast and lunch…"

“Why’s that?” his tenant asked curiously, unable to think of what would make today any difference. Was there a party going on that she didn’t know about? That’d be impossible!

"…okay, there might be a few. But I'm willing to miss a few customers today. It's going to be our last chance to do what we did last night again.."

“Oh.” Pinkie voiced. “Ooooohhhh..” She continued, a blush starting to creep up along her face a little. “This early in the morning, Mr. Cake?”

"I figured this was the best time, so we didn't lose business," the stallion explained, shifting the hat on his head. "I mean, if you wanted to."

The pink little pony just giggled adorably with a big smile still on her face. “Well, do you want to, Mr. Cakey Wakey?” It was surprisingly rare for her to call him something other than ‘Mr. Cake’, and surprisingly satisfying when she did so.

"…why don't we go upstairs, and I'll answer that." Okay, he was never good at this.

While Pinkie, on the other hoof, suggested, “Why don’t we stay here?”

Carrot Cake's eyes visibly widened. "You mean, right here?"

That was a good question. Was right there a good place? Pinkie’s observant eyes spied those windows that led to the outside. The kitchen definitely would be more private, but she couldn’t imagine there would be anything very comfortable to lay on. It would be pretty risky, and she didn’t want to do anything that might endanger Mr. Cake. “Hmmm.. you’re right! Maaaaybe we should head upstairs.” She concluded with a nod.

"That's fine by me," Mr. Cake quickly agreed, motioning and moving in that direction, with Pinkie following him, bouncing happily along the way while humming one of her songs out and generally being a pink, fuzzy ball of happiness.

Catching the contagious mood, the stallion bumped open the door to his own bedroom, holding it open for Pinkie. Most of the master bedroom was taken up by a full-sized bed. It should have been a lot more comfortable than the smaller one in her bedroom.

“Ooohh, your room’s big, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie squeaked as she trotted in and immediately started to look around everywhere with interest that would rival the authorities’ if they ever caught wind of what he was about to do to her.

Mr. Cake laid down on the bed, chuckling in response. As she moved about the room, he followed her with his eyes, especially when she bent down to look under a dresser. He didn’t see much, or anything at all, thanks to her strategically placed tail. But Pinkie’s antics never got old or annoying regardless, and there was no use trying to stop her until her curiosity was sated.

While he was waiting anyway, the stallion rolled over onto his side, laying down to close his eyes and rest for a minute. Idly, he wondered if he couldn't find something to work as a tail wrap.

Soon, he felt a weight pressing down onto his bed, and looking to see what it was, he could see that Pinkie had propped herself up against his bed, her forelegs pressing into it as she used them to keep her balance, her tail wagging slightly. “So what should we do, Mr. Cake?” asked Pinkie.

Pulling her close, Mr. Cake had to agree. They would have hours for anything else, so he just nuzzled her neck for now. Making her laugh ticklishly, her squeaks and eeps so energetic, so refreshing. He would never get bored of her reaction when he nuzzled into her like that. A chorus of adorable sounds that could melt any stallion’s heart. So of course, he kept doing it.

That, and trailing a hoof down to her flank.

Pinkie wiggled a little against his hooves, still giggling and filling his senses with her cute noises and sweet scent. “Am I helping, Mr. Cake?” she asked hopefully with those large, beautiful, blue eyes of hers.

“You’ve already helped so much,” the stallion murmured into her neck. He hadn't wanted to admit it, even to himself, but Mr. Cake had been in a rut. He wasn't unhappy, not with his business or his wife, or Princesses forbid, his foals. But he had been getting...complacent. If only he had known sooner that he just needed a different kind of rut to get out of it.

“Well, would you be wearing condom this time?” Pinkie Pie asked as she rested back comfortably onto his large bed, laying there pinned and nuzzled against the bed like how he had done so many times with his wife.

Oh, how he’d like to say no. “I...probably should. It would be smart.” Mr. Cake sighed almost inaudibly. There was just too big of a risk otherwise. But just as he was about to get up to fetch one, he felt her forelegs squeeze around him a little tighter.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Mr. Cake! It’ll be fine!” The (still too) young pony chirped, beaming brightly at him with a smile that could cheer up anypony.

Giving evidence to the fact that at least some part of Mr. Cake was being convinced by her reassurance, Pinkie felt something hardening against her, despite the unsure look on the stallion’s face. “Maybe just one more time… You aren’t in heat, right?”

“It’ll be fine!” Pinkie insisted, wiggling under him.

“...Okay, but this is the last time,” he relented after a pause. Just twice couldn’t really hurt, could it? He knew a lot of ponies who had to try for weeks or months to have foals, so really, the chances were incredibly low. His trains of thoughts were broken when he felt the young pony that he had pinned under him started to nuzzle against the side of his neck, snuggling into him affectionately and being so painfully cute and sweet.

“Oh...you want to start?” he sheepishly asked, looking down at her wide, innocent eyes. Mr. Cake moved his hoof slowly down from her full hip to one of her thighs, waiting.

This time, he didn’t have to pry them apart, as Pinkie allowed her hind legs to spread apart easily for him with just the slight pressure of his hoof there, revealing her beautiful little mound. Her tempting lips were still perfectly closed and only the slightest bit of her healthy, pink flesh could be seen. It was the kind of sweet little plum that pornstars would kill to have, and it was completely his to enjoy and ravish as he liked.

Laying behind her on his side, Mr. Cake let one of his hooves slowly trail down there, approaching her vulva without touching it. Before he got there, he intended to tease her a little. The stallion left his hoof on her inner thigh, rubbing the fur there.

Pinkie wiggled a little in his legs, letting out a cute sigh as she nuzzled her head back into him, her forelegs tucked closely to herself. This is nice, it’s really nice. A part of her told her that it was wrong, but a much bigger part of that said that it was oh so very right as well. She felt like she had to say something, and it came out so naturally. “I love you, Mr. Cake...” The young little pony sighed out contently as she relaxed like a pie’s dough in his hooves, massaged expertly.

"I…" The stallion's hoof stopped and his voice faltered. Did he? …how? Like a family member, as sick as that would be at that point… or as something more like his wife?

Hearing him falter, Pinkie Pie looked up to him, her large, bright curious eyes gazing up at him along with her bright smile. He had always been so good to her, making so many things possible, and she could easily say that her life wouldn’t be as fun as it was then if it weren’t for the Cake family. When she told him that she loved him, her words came out so easily, and so naturally. And now, she wondered if it would be the same for him as well.

For a few more tense moments of indecision, he wondered whether he could say it. Instead, he took the easier route with an action, and leaned down to her face to nuzzle her. And that seemed to pleases the pink little pony enough, causing her to giggle sweetly and nuzzle back, squirming her legs under him adorably. She was so energetic and happy.

Using his hoof to lift up her hindleg, Mr. Cake lined himself up to her entrance, then planted a kiss on her muzzle. Hopefully that sufficed without making him stumble over words.

Whether it did or not, Pinkie still threw her forelegs over his shoulders and around his neck, clinging onto him and holding him there with her, giggling from his kisses. “Mnm... I love you, Mr. Cake..” She cooed out again before pressing her soft, luscious lips against his own, her kiss lacked experience, and her tongue play was disappointingly non-existent. But she made up for it with how earnest it felt, and how her kiss was the perfect combination of cute and sexy.

The stallion made a pleased hum of his own, tasting his sweet little tenant for the second time in as many days. All the sounds, the feelings of her small movements at the smallest touch- it was invigorating; making him feel just so alive, and so needed. He needed this so much too, to feel so very in-control of everything, and to enjoy how the lightest of his touches made the young, innocent filly writhe so helplessly under him. There’s something extremely satisfying in knowing that his efforts were having such intense effect on his partner, and the fact that it was so wrong made it so good.

But, Mr. Cake could imagine at least one way to make it better. He shifted to bring the flared head of his cock up against Pinkie's pleasantly-warm slit. Breathless, he finally broke the kiss, leaving a thin trail of saliva between him and the furiously-blushing mare.

“Okie dokie lokie, Mr. Cakey!” Pinkie Pie chirped, giggling from the lovely stretching feelings she was getting again when he started to push, she couldn’t help but to squirm slightly under him, biting her lower lips in an attempt to hold back her cute little squeaky noises all the while blushing furiously. Even with her legs kept spread apart, she was still incredibly tight. Her inner flesh even pinkier and fresher than her coat, everything about it was maddeningly good, her tightness, her soft pleasant warmth, her fresh, young innocence that made her squeeze and clench around his tip so wonderfully, hinting that she might be close even just as he was getting started.

She was so moist, warm and ready for him. It made him feel wanted, and loved. And impossibly lucky to have such a young, eager mare less than half his age writhing and whimpering under him.

With a grin, he rolled to move on top of her, not intending to waste a moment of it. The urge struck him to do something different, and the stallion put a hoof under Pinkie’s side to roll her onto her side, and moved one of her legs to rest up on his shoulder. “This is comfortable, right?” he asked before thrusting any further inside.

“Oooh! This feels different!” Pinkie giggled as she rested her forelegs onto the bed and stretched out to help support this position, keeping her head rested on the pillows.

“Different, good?” Mr. Cake asked between breaths, leveraging his new position to thrust deeply into her slick marehood. Even with the natural lubricants, it took effort to fit into the tight pussy. In one continuous motion, the stallion was nearly halfway to hilting, and had to tightly grip Pinkie's legs as she arched her back and writhed.

The poor filly whimpered and pulled at the bedsheets as her body struggled to accommodate him. The size difference was obvious, and her crotch and stomach bulged out as he pushed deeper into her. She let out cute, squeaky, eeps as her entire body trembled and twitched, her wonderful tightness squeezing and clenching around him excitedly. He could feel how she massaged around his shaft, how she writhed as he forced himself deeper into her, how she let in a sharp gasp when he pressed his flat head against her cervix even though there was still more left to be given to her!

"Pinkie," Mr. Cake grunted, shaking himself as he felt his medial ring press up against her labia while he slowed his thrusts momentarily. "...this is just what I needed." And it was the truth. At first it honestly might have been an excuse, but now… There had been something missing in his life; some spark, some excitement. Carrot Cake loved his wife and family, but why did that have to mean being with her so often that he would inevitably grow bored of her company?

Even thinking about it while he was inside Pinkie, gnawed at his heart. That he might have grown bored of Cup Cake, if this young, pink, mare hadn’t been there to add something new. Just because somepony goes on vacation, doesn't mean he doesn’t love his home. And just because he doesn’t want to eat the same thing for the rest of his life, why did it have to mean that he didn’t love that meal? Variety is the spice of life; that’s what ponies say. And having something else once in a while is the best way to appreciate what you already have.

Sometimes you just want to have pie instead of cake.

Mr. Cake looked down then, at the panting, moaning filly under him, and saw something more than just his best lay in years, or even one of his favorite ponies and close friends. Suddenly leaning down, he wrapped one hoof over the back of her head and kissed her deeply, passionately. Gratefully. “Thank you, Pinkie.”

The filly in question perked her ears and widened her eyes as she was suddenly taken into such a deep and passionate kiss, she wiggled onto her back then, facing him fully and wrapping all of her legs around him. Her forelegs thrown over his shoulders and around his neck and her hindlegs locking at his hip, pulling and tugging at the stallion as she presses herself against him even more, he could feel how her soft coat trembled heavily against his, how her legs squeezed onto him tightly, clinging onto him for dear life, and how she winced in pain when his push stretched her cervix wide apart enough for him to slip through into her deepest depth. Despite the large bulge that pushed even deeper up into her stomach suggesting that maybe a pony should not be taking so much cock at once, Pinkie still let him take her deeper than any mare should, and held him there. With her wondrous tightness squeezing and massaging him marvelously, milking him for his seeds as her fertile warmth baked him, screaming to him for his foal.

Despite the romantic moment, Mr. Cake quickly became aware of a mounting pressure and an imminent problem. “Uh, Pinkie,” he said, his voice growing in concern as he tried to pull away. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Pinkie didn’t seem to heed his concern as she nuzzled affectionately into his neck. She tucked her head down and pressed her face against him some more while her ears flopped down cutely, and there were some tears at the edge of her eyes from the pain and pleasure of being filled so absolutely and rocked to the core. “It’s okay!” she squeaked, gasping in quick, short gasps of air as she squeezed around him, her tightness still unable to get used to being stretched out so much. But at least she could take comfort in knowing that the size difference only served to make it even better for him!

By now he could feel that they’d already passed the point of no return, and even if she let him go, it wouldn’t have been in time. “A-alright,” the stallion gasped out, sighing and sinking down on top of Pinkie as he felt the wonderful release of his cum filling her in spurt after spurt, magnified by the gripping, milking, motion of her walls.

“Nnhm!.. w-warm..” Pinkie squeaked under him, gasping and twitching in blissful pleasure as he spurted directly into her womb, filling her with so much warmth, the bulge on her stomach twitched each time, allowing them to see him filling her up so deeply inside. Her belly began to swell ever so slightly as he creamed her pie. His primal instincts taking hold again, the stallion pushed up against her, to make sure it all went as deep as he could manage. Pushing her plump rump up a little higher to be a little more receptive.

Letting out another blissful sigh, Mr. Cake lightly bit one of Pinkie’s ears, and then laid his head down on the pillow too. It made the young pink little pony under him eep adorably, and he loved her cute, beautiful voices and affections. She really did know how to cheer everypony up. He was definitely feeling great with how she was nuzzling into him while he was balls deep inside her!

This is going to be hard to give up, Carrot Cake thought, lying there on top of Pinkie, feeling her heartbeat through her chest as it pressed against his. Maybe it was the post-coital glow thinking, but...maybe he would have to have a conversation with Cup Cake when she got back.

Pinkie Pie was enjoying the warm fullness and the closeness that Mr. Cake was giving her, as it made her tingly all over and oh so very happy. There was no doubt of her love for him now that he’d filled her with his liquid love for a second time, and he filled so deep too! She could still feel it sloshing inside each time she wiggled! That only made her happily squeeze around him tighter.

At this rate, she was going to be pregnant in no time. There would be no doubt that it was his, and then she was going to be his even more than she was now. Just as Pinkie planned.