It was another relatively quiet afternoon at Sugarcube Corner for Carrot Cake, who was currently in the kitchen preparing the specific confection that he was named after, slicing up carrots on a cutting board. Hearing footsteps in the hall parallel to the kitchen, he turned his head to see Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake running towards the back door, with Pinkie following after them, amidst a rowdy rabble about what game to play in the backyard.
His ears soon perked up as he heard the familiar sound of giggling along with the creaking of metal, glancing up from the cutting board to see both of his children bouncing on the trampoline alongside Pinkie. His attention was immediately drawn to the most obvious bouncing though; the laughter and creaking fading away as his eyes fixated on it.
In the earlier years of Pound and Pumpkin Cake’s childhood, the party pony had volunteered to help Cup Cake supply the rapidly-developing infants with breast milk. The ravages of time had reduced the mother’s mammaries to mere shadows of their former glory. Pinkie however, had the opposite problem. She usually providing much more milk than was necessary, seemingly fueled by her insane sugar intake.
As the weeks went by, Pinkie’s prodigious pillows swelled and swelled, seeming to gain a cup size about every month, easily surpassing Cup Cake’s considerable casabas. Even once the children had grown out of breast feeding, Pinkie continued to supply loads of breast milk, enjoying the milking quite a bit, and allowing her chest to swell even further. And of course, greatly increasing the number of male customers.
Now, the two “party balloons” (as she called them) had grown to absolutely humongous sizes, both easily the size of her torso, and looking like they were containing at least ten gallons of milk, each. Despite their giant size and weight, the party pony carried them around with relative ease, causing many to question if physics had broken.
And now, before Carrot Cake’s eyes, those two monumental melons were bouncing and jiggling wildly as the mare jumped up and down on the trampoline. Even behind the white shirt she was wearing, all of that bounciness was easily visible, providing quite a lovely sight for the stallion. Without even noticing, he had dropped the knife on the cutting board, holding onto the carrot with one hand while his other hand wrapped around it and began to stroke it up and down. “Hmmmm…” he sighed happily, the sudden tightness in his pants not really registering in his mind either; just about all thoughts focused on Pinkie’s ample gazongas; a rather goofy grin crossing his face.
“Dear?” Another female voice made him jump a bit and drop the carrot, immediately turning his head to see his wife standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “I’m taking the kids out clothes-shopping.” Cup Cake giggled softly to her husband’s startled reaction, stepping up to him and kissing his lips gently. “See you in a while, sweetie pie.”
“Ah...heh, see you soon, cupcake.” Carrot Cake smiled back at her after returning the kiss, watching her leave the room, the creaking of the trampoline stopping moments later. As he returned to slicing the carrots though, he heard the back door opening, glancing towards the door again to see Pinkie walking in, though after so much jumping on the trampoline, she had become quite sweaty; her white shirt now sticking to her body, making it look transparent, much to the stallion’s delight.
“Hiya Mr.Cake!” the pink pony spoke in her usual cheery tone, brushing her hair out from in front of her face amidst her heavy panting. “Hee...what a workout. I could really use a shower, now.” she giggled, though once more, Carrot Cake found himself mostly ignoring the sound as his eyes focused on Pinkie’s luscious lumps, easily seeing every detail of the stacked rack through her sweat-soaked shirt. Though even when it wasn’t soaking wet, there wasn’t exactly much left to the imagination.
Most notable though were the two plump nipples making bulges in her shirt, obviously much larger than any normal mare’s, to the point where Carrot Cake would often fantasize about penetrating them. As he continued to stare, his pants only seemed to become even tighter just below the waist, especially as the pink mare walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water from it; her chest practically heaving with every step. “Bye Mr.Cake!” Pinkie called out as she left the room, seemingly having not noticed the stallion’s staring at all.
“I’m a married stallion, I’m a married stallion...” Carrot Cake groaned, starting to notice the now almost painful tightness in his pants, the bulge thankfully being hidden by his apron. “I suppose...just a peek wouldn’t hurt, while Cup Cake is out.” he set down the knife and carrot as he heard the shower start running, making his way over to the bathroom just a moment later. Gently prodding the door with one finger, he opened it just enough to peek inside, glancing over towards the shower and seeing a nude outline of the pink mare, albeit heavily blurred by the translucent glass doors.
Even through that blurred glass, he could still make out the rather obvious shapes of the mare’s enticing tatas, blushing heavily and slipping his apron off with one hand, while his other hand moved down between his legs, lightly grasping at the bulge in his pants and contorting his member around to a less painful position, sticking upwards now as it continued to stiffen. After a few more seconds of watching though, his eyes widened as he saw the two pink melons suddenly pressing against the glass, followed by the sound of the mare’s voice.
“Hehe...you’re never going to get a good look if you’re just peeking through the door like that!”
Easily startled by the voice, Carrot Cake gasped and fell forward against the door, pushing it all the way open, his hands darting out in front of himself to break the fall. Now almost face-down on the floor, his cheeks blushed deeply as he heard the shower turn off, scrambling to get back up to his feet. “H-how did you know I was watching?” he stammered, looking towards the shower as one of the sliding doors opened to the side, revealing the naked pink mare.
“Hehe...Pinkie Sense is pretty good at telling when there’s a Peeping Tom nearby!” Pinkie giggled, grinning playfully at the stallion, noticing him already staring at her bare chest again. “Plus it wasn’t really hard to guess...you think I don’t notice the way you stare at my party balloons?” she smirked a bit now, rotating her upper body left and right, causing her stupendous scoops to sway seductively before the stallion’s eyes. "You've pitched more tents in my presence than Pound Cake's scout troop. And, yes, in both cases I'm talking about erections."
“Ahh...uhm…” Carrot Cake tried to think of how to respond, but the almost mesmerizing jiggle of the mare’s massive mounds seemed to slow his train of thought to a crawl. By now his erection was sticking up past the waistline of his pants, the tip easily visible to the mare before him. “I ah...can’t help it, Pinkie. You’re just such a tease sometimes!” he blushed a bit deeper now, finally managing to take his eyes off the almost hypnotic nipples and look towards Pinkie’s face. “You’ve got to be the bustiest mare in Equestria with a chest like that!”
“Almost, hehe…” Pinkie giggled again, crossing her arms underneath her chest and pushing them up, teasingly jiggling the soft mounds a bit more. “It’s okay, Mr.Cake. I know how much you stallions love my party balloons!” she poked her tongue out a moment before grinning playfully. “I’d be more than happy to let you play with them, if you really want to.”
Carrot Cake bit his lip gently to this delicious-sounding proposal, but groaned and shook his head. “Pinkie, I’m married…I can’t.”
“I know that, silly...but is it really cheating if you’re not making custard in my funbox?” Pinkie grinned a bit wider as she reached forward and grabbed Carrot Cake’s arms, pulling them over until his hands pressed against her giant chest. “I don’t think Mrs. Cake would care if you masturbated without her, catch my drift?” she winked to him, watching as his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, still. “I’ll just sit here while you do all the work.”
Almost instinctively, Carrot Cake’s hands lightly rubbed and pressed down on the soft spheres of fat, his fully-hard member twitching eagerly as the tip flared out, reaching up past his belly button now. “Pinkie, I…” he started, still blushing quite deeply as the busty mare smiled up at him. He didn’t want to disappoint his wife, but at the same time, a perfect opportunity to worship Pinkie’s perky pagodas was right before him.
“C’mon, Mr.Cake...your wife doesn’t have to know.” Pinkie giggled again as she rotated her upper body a bit more, making her massive melons jiggle against Carrot Cake’s lightly-groping hands. “You can still be her loving husband, even if you need some extra help bustin’ a nut once in a while.” she poked her tongue out playfully, glancing down at the stallion’s erection. “Your little carrot down there seems to agree with me...hehe!”
“Mnh, I suppose this once couldn’t hurt…” Carrot Cake gulped softly, bringing one hand down to his crotch and unzipping his pants, slipping them down enough to completely free his member, while Pinkie grinned a bit wider.
“Hehe, that’s the spirit!” she giggled, a light blush crossing her own cheeks now as she watched the stallion scoot up a little closer and lean forward a bit, his member lightly pressing against her cleavage now. “Go ahead, stick your carrot right between my party balloons!”
Once he was nestled in her voluptuous valley, the horny stud didn’t exactly need to be told twice; his hips bucking forward and pushing his cock right between the two ginormous globes, a pleased groan escaping his lips as the incredible softness encased his length. “Oohhh...Pinkie…” he sighed, his hands squeezing Pinkie’s mounds a little more firmly while his member throbbed, already smearing a bit of precum within the cantaloupe canyon.
“They’re the softest, aren’t they?” Pinkie grinned, her blush deepening a bit to the harder gropes her chest was receiving, already beginning to coax a bit of milk out of both of her oversized nipples.
“Yes...ngh...oh sweet Celestia it feels amazing!” Carrot Cake groaned, his mind slipping away into a haze of lust as his hips began to instinctively buck back and forth, while his hands groped and squeezed even harder at the colossal kazongas, wandering closer to her fat nipples now and feeling the moisture of her warm milk leaking forth.
“Ooh, don’t make too much of a mess now!” Pinkie giggled amidst her soft moans, getting quite a bit of pleasure from her chest being handled so roughly, feeling more warmth between the two mounds as more of Carrot Cake’s precum smeared between them. The more they were squeezed, the more of her milk escaped, splashing onto Carrot Cake’s hands and dripping down onto the floor of the shower.
The mare’s words fell on deaf ears though as the stallion continued to firmly squeeze her pillows, pressing his palms down against her nipples as well, which only increased her pleasure further. “Pinkie...ahh...s-so soft…!” he panted, firmly bucking his hips against Pinkie’s chest, already beginning to feel an orgasm welling up from the immense softness squishing against every inch of his cock.
“Mmnh, hehe...I have a feeling you’re going to make a big mess.” Pinkie grinned up at the stallion, seeing the pleased grin on his face as his eyes closed, before glancing back down at her monstrous mammaries, getting quite a bit of enjoyment herself from the feeling of the rock-hard stallionhood thrusting repeatedly between them; fighting the urge to lean in and tease Carrot Cake’s member with a few slurps.
With all of the creamy milk splashing over his hands, Carrot Cake soon began to pinch and squeeze the two plump nipples, rolling them between two fingers each and lightly pulling at them as he kept fondling and groping Pinkie’s massive chest. “Oh...mmngh, you’re milkier than I remember, Pinkie…” he groaned, both of his hands quite soaked with milk by now, though with the jiggling each of his thrusts caused, a good bit of the mare’s milk was splashing onto his waist and legs as well.
“Yeah...nnhehe, Pinkie’s still the milkmare that she’s always been!” Pinkie moaned, smiling and blushing even more as the stallion’s pinches and squeezes only helped release even more of her milk; her beleaguered bongos bouncing rhythmically now with the movement of Carrot Cake’s hips, bouncing upward a bit each time his hips clapped against them. “You seem to be...ooh, leaking a lot too, Mr. Cake!” she teased, feeling the sticky warmth between her boobs spreading further as more of the stallion’s precum gushed forth. “Is somepony's trouser snake about to chunder?”
“I c-can’t help it...ahhh...you’re just so amazingly soft!” Carrot Cake grunted, panting more heavily now as he indeed felt his orgasm rapidly approaching, bucking his hips even faster and groping the mare’s gigantic jugs even harder, making milk squirt out of both nipples now. “I’m going to cum...nhh...Pinkie!”
“Ooh, yeah...come on, Mr. Cake! Give my niblets some nice frosting!” the magnificently mammeried mare teased, leaning forward a little bit and pressing her chest slightly more toward Carrot Cake’s crotch, feeling his member twitching and throbbing quite powerfully between them now. “I know you’ve got lots of thick, sweet glaze in there...mmnh, let it all spill out!”
With just a few more firm thrusts, Carrot Cake leaned his head back and grunted blissfully, feeling the pressure between his legs finally peaking and beginning to release. “Cumming...ngh!” he groaned, feeling the rush of warmth flowing up through his stallionhood and spurting out all over Pinkie, splattering her face and the tops of her titanic tits.
“Hehe, that’s it! Give this pie a fresh load of whipped cream!” Pinkie giggled, closing her eyes and blushing quite a bit as she felt the streaks of sticky seed splashing all over her, lots of it oozing down into her cleavage and off the sides of her boobs. After a few more moments and powerful pumps of seed, the stallion’s orgasm finally slowed to a stop, leaving him panting quite heavily, still holding onto Pinkie’s chest.
“Ahh...mmnh...f-fantastic…” Carrot Cake moaned between his panting, looking down at the sticky mess he had made all over Pinkie’s face and breasts, causing him to blush a bit with her. “Mmnh, Pinkie...I haven’t cum that hard...in years!”
"No problem!” Pinkie grinned and brought her hands up to the sides of her massive melons, lightly rubbing them a bit as she pressed them together. “Hehe...looks like I’m going to need another shower.” she poked her tongue out a bit, before slurping around her lips, licking up some of the seed that had splattered there. “If you ever need some more help ‘masturbating’ though, you know where to find me!”
“Ah...heh...of course, Pinkie…” Carrot Cake chuckled softly and nodded, slowly catching his breath again as he pulled his hips back, sliding his spent member out from between the two titanic tits. “With a chest like that, I think I’ll definitely need more assistance in the future.”
“Oh, that reminds me...my sister Maud's coming by to visit me next week." Pinkie Pie began to smirk now, patting her resplendent rack softly. “If you thought my boobies were huge, you ain't seen nothing yet! Maud has such a enormous boulders that she singlehandedly turns jogging into a spectator sport!"
THE END
