Jack Ices the Cakeby bigmacintosh2000ChaptersAn Omen of ChaosSugarcube CornerThe Party RoomTaking a SeatMama Needs ItAn Omen of ChaosThe first rays of sunrise peeked through the window, waking me. Fluttershy was already awake, lying down on her side, watching me. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you rest well?" "I did," I smiled back at her. "I need to go feed all the animals. Won't you join me?" "Of course!" Outside, we made our rounds. I fed the chickens while she tended to birdhouses and squirrel nests. Sunlight warmed my skin in the cool air. It was nice. Fluttershy sang (a bit hoarsely, but still beautifully) as she went from animal home to animal home, greeting each one by name. Watching her, I felt that being transported to Equestria could be the best thing that ever happened to me. Nothing could be more perfect. Suddenly, a white pegasus in gleaming golden armor landed, startling my dear little pony. "Fluttershy!" the armored pegasus boomed, "Your friends in the Crystal Empire need your help! You need to come with me at once!" "Oh, dear, what's wrong?" "I'll explain on the way." "Oh--oh--just a second!" She flew to me. "Can you take care of the animals until I get back?" "Of course!" Obviously I was concerned, but I would do anything to help. The armored pegasus regarded me with surprise, but kept silent. "And--oh, no. The Cakes are catering a welcome-home party for my friends. It was Pinkie's idea, and I don't want to let them down. Can you make sure everything's in order?" "Yes, but won't they be freaked out when they see me? They've never seen a human before." She looked back to the gleaming armor. "Will it be OK if I make a quick stop at Sugar Cube Corner?" "I will go ahead of you and--" the pegasus paused "--and do my best to explain it to them." He took off with remarkable speed. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'll be back as soon as I can." She leapt into my arms, kissing me with force. I got hard, but she flew away, gracefully, her long tail trailing behind, before I could say another word. I called out, "I love you!" but I don't think she heard me. I stood among the animals, stunned and alone. Or, I thought I was alone, until I heard a loud crunching sound. I looked to my right to see that curious chicken again, the one with the horn and antlers, chewing on seeds. Chickens don't chew. Discord. "Well, well, well, you've really brought joy to my dear, sweet Fluttershy. But it looks like now, things are about to get interesting." "Are you responsible for this?" I threatened. In a flash, Discord took his true form, still munching obnoxiously on seeds. "My work in sowing chaos here is already done. Do you think everything will be on an" he appeared in a small boat, which turned sideways precipitously "even keel when there's a human with an overpowered sex drive around?" "Overpowered?" In a flash, he stood on the ground, wearing sunglasses. "Yes, overpowered. When I told you I gave you the 'virility of a stallion' I may have omitted an important detail. Stallions in Equestria don't have the same sex drive as the stallions from your world, I only chose the more interesting one. Your pheromones will drive the fillies wild. Anyway," he lowered his glasses, and his tone, "even if I did, what are you going to do about it, tough guy?" I had no answer. "I thought so. Just take care that Fluttershy's feelings don't get hurt. She's your number one priority." "Of course! But if you did that--" He interrupted, "Mares aren't quite so possessive of their stallions as you might expect. Romantic relationships" he duplicated himself in drag, and hugged him/herself while the one in the dress continued in a falsetto, "are a teeny bit different here. As long as you make sure she's the most important mare in the world, there won't be a problem." I thought a moment. "But if that's true, then your mission to sow chaos has failed." The falsetto replied, "We'll see about that." With a chuckle and a flash of light, he was gone, and I was alone with the chickens and squirrels once again. Sugarcube CornerI felt extremely awkward walking through Ponyville for the first time. Ponies stared at me, confused, while others called their fillies and colts inside and shut the door. I can't blame them. A human must be an alarming sight in a world where we're unknown. Eventually making my way to an absurd-looking dessert of a building, I ducked inside. A spectacular array of candy and pastries was on display, and a yellow, freckled pony with an underbite stood behind the counter to greet me. "Good morning, my good...sir?" He made a valiant effort to disguise his alarm at my appearance, but quickly warmed up when I greeted him back. "Good morning. You must be Mr. Cake." "Yes, sir! You must be here to check on the arrangements for Pinkie's party." He stuck his head into the back. "Sugar lumps, that creature is here--" "Jack," I interrupted. "--Jack is here to check on the party arrangements." It was obvious she was trying to be quiet, so I wouldn't overhear, but I could just make out part of her reply. "...nursing the twins, dear..." With an embarrassed look on his face, Mr. Cake assured me, "My wife will be out in a minute. She's in charge of the catering arrangements on this one. Why don't you have a seat? I can give you a complimentary cupcake while you wait." "That would be great, thanks." I sat in a too-small chair at a too-small table, munching on a pastry that had a delightful fruity flavor, if a bit too grainy texture. Moments later, a plump blue pony appeared. Her mane and tail were hot pink, styled to resemble soft serve ice cream, or frosting. She looked frazzled, but put on a good face and greeted me with as much cheer as she could muster, "Good morning, sir. How are we doing today?" "I'm fine, how are you?" "Just dandy, thank you," she replied, taking a seat next to me. She proceeded to go over the minutiae of the decorations and the menu, checking off items and making notes on a piece of paper while deftly holding a pencil in her mouth. I confess that I had no idea what to think of the food selection--oats, greens, and flowers, mostly--so my mind, and my eyes, wandered. I would never admit to liking the bigger girls back home, but this mare had an undeniable sexual energy about her. I didn't notice her moving, but over the course of the conversation she somehow ended up right next to me. I looked almost straight down, seeing her pink earring, my gaze finding her plump foreleg, a roll of fat where her belly met her back, and the glorious curve of her chunky hind leg. She smelled of earth, flour, and fresh-baked bread. She shifted her legs, more slowly than necessary, and behind her apron I caught a glimpse of firm, round teats. She had leaked some milk through the fabric. My cock threatened an erection. And there, a pause in the conversation. The bell at the door as the only two customers in the store exited. That brought me out of my own head. I hadn't been listening. "I--I'm sorry, what was that?" I turned red. She was looking up at me with pink eyes, heavy-lidded, long-lashed, a flirtatious grin spread across her chubby cheeks as she coyly chewed the end of the pencil. "Oh, I was just saying that we should have everything set up tonight. I suppose you'll want to come by to check on things--Oh, dear!" She dropped the pencil, which clattered on the table and fell into my lap. She chased it, brushing a foreleg against my inner thigh and knocking the pencil to the floor. "Oh, I'm such a butterhooves." She slid down to the floor, (inadvertently?) sliding across my leg until she was literally sitting on her side in my lap with her head under the table. Her tail went up, wrapping around the back of my neck, and my eyes darted to her puckered asshole, slightly moist vulva barely winking open. She made a show of struggling to retrieve her writing implement while her round blue flank ground into my crotch, fully arousing me. The three cupcakes of her cutie mark jiggled subtly with each of her movements. She started to rise again, but paused with her head next to my crotch. I could feel her warm breath on my junk as she apologized, "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry about that." All the blood rushed to my head, and I risked a peek at the counter. Thankfully Mr. Cake must have been in the kitchen while this was going on, and was just then reentering the room. Mrs. Cake had returned to a more respectable position and fixed her mane with her front hooves. "Now, we have tickets to a performance at the Ponyville Theater tonight, but I insist that you come by to check on the preparations. Business comes first." She turned to her husband," Hun-buns, you'll have to scoot along ahead of me tonight and drop the twins off at the foalsitter without me. I'll be a little late to the play." "Oh, that's fine, sugar dumpling," he replied, "I'll let you know what you missed." Mrs. Cake's eyes lingered on me meaningfully, "I don't think I'll miss much. Well, we'll see you tonight, Jack." "Y--yes, of course." The Party RoomAfter leaving Sugarcube Corner, I thought about exploring Ponyville, but I was already overwhelmed by everything. So I returned to Fluttershy's cottage, puttering around and completing the day's chores. Angel pouted and turned his nose up at the salad I offered him. I fed myself, washed myself. Harry the bear had brought me an extra salmon, which I cooked and served over a salad of my own. And I tried to figure out what to do about Cup Cake. Obviously, this mare was trying to seduce me. This is the chaos Discord intended when he brought me here. He wants me to break up families and cause, well, discord among the inhabitants of Ponyville. Adultery is a surefire way to do that. I yelled his name out, but that only managed to disturb the animals. Harry just grunted, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I was on my own. And I'd just have to be strong. Cup Cake isn't that hot anyway...right? I'm not a chubby chaser. Am I? I decided to make the visit as quick as possible. She had to get to the theater anyway, so I could always drop that excuse to get out of there. Remembering that Discord had magically powered my phone and maintained its connection to Earth, I consulted it for advice. But I fell into a rabbit-hole of porn scenarios with married women seducing younger men. That wasn't exactly helpful. As evening fell, I returned through mostly-empty streets to Sugarcube Corner. A light was on, but the sign said "Closed," so I knocked. A few moments later, she opened the door. Holy. Fuck. She was dressed to the nines. Her hot pink, frosting-like mane was arranged with more care, teased and curled in the right places. Hair hung down around her chubby blue cheeks, framing her face, and curled around her neck. She wore makeup, with light pink eyeshadow and something that made her eyelashes seem enormous. Her pink earrings were replaced with large golden hoops. She wore a black, sleeveless, full-length evening gown which completely covered her right hind leg, with a slit open to expose her tail and half her chubby, left leg, including a cupcake and a half of her cutie mark. Garters adorned all the legs I could see, holding up black stockings which were a little too tight, her plumpness bursting out at the top of each. The stockings ended in black stiletto shoes. I had to take a deep breath. "Jack, welcome. Come on in." She gestured, holding the door and staring at my crotch (at 4 feet tall, she was a good height for that) as I ducked inside. She shut and locked the door, then turned and walked past, allowing her tail to brush against me. "Follow me," she stated in low tones from behind heavy lids. As she walked ahead in no hurry, I saw her beautiful, big ass, moving in that sexy way of a woman in high heels. Her tail swished back and forth alluringly. I scanned down her backside, taking in the seams on the backs of her stockings, and saw just how high her heels were. And the soles of her black heels were bright red. I don't care where you're from--Equestria, Jersey, the friggin' moon--those are fuck-me shoes. I couldn't keep my eyes off that glorious, plump plot, swaying as it was. When she stopped in front of a door, I bumped into her, and she rubbed her backside into me. A tingling sensation tugged at my crotch. She opened the door and walked into the party room. "This looks good," I said nervously, before really looking at anything. I decided I'd better step inside. Cup Cake closed the door behind me, and I took a moment to survey the room. It was only big enough for a dozen or so ponies, and decorated for a typical Pinkie Pie style party, with balloons of a dozen different colors, streamers, and party favors all around a long, pony-height table. A wide, full-length mirror was built into the opposite wall, making the room seem twice as big as it really was. Then I noticed our reflections in that mirror and nearly choked. Mrs. Cake had slipped out of her dress, revealing a tight black corset laced-up at the back. This mare isn't wasting any time. She took advantage of my stunned silence, positioning herself in front of me and using her ass to slam my back into the door, grinding her ample blue flank against my junk. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said under her breath. I got hard. "Yeah, I can tell." Feeling that soft leg rubbing on me, the way it gave under the pressure of my prick, I forgot all about my misgivings, grabbing her flanks and dry humping her through my jeans. She looked back at me with a gaze that spoke of confident power over me. "Ooh, yeah. You want me. You want to take me. You want to pull my tail and fuck me, don't you?" She knew my inhibitions were wearing down, her wide, pink eyes full of lusty anticipation. I glanced down at the unusual garter belts over her withers and flanks, holding up those black stockings, and the way her fat struggled and escaped from the top and bottom of her corset. A black thong ran back from the front of her hind legs and under her hot pink tail. I grasped for the last shreds of my resolve, and pushed her gently away, her soft, furry hindquarters giving at the pressure. "Mrs. Cake, I don't think--" She whirled around to face me, slamming my back into the door again. "I'm a married mare, Jack. You shouldn't be doing this." She bit down on the waist of my jeans and yanked them, and my boxers, down to my ankles in one swift motion. "Oh, look how hard you are. You want to bear down on my big blue flank and fuck me, don't you?" Before I could protest, she had the head of my cock in her mouth, her rough tongue licking around it while she fixed me with a confident, dominating look in her eyes. Not moving her head, her tongue teased me. She sat down on her haunches, lifting one foreleg to nudge my balls with the joint of the leg while her other hoof pressed against my belly, holding me firmly in place. She took me out of her mouth, and with a teasing look she licked the precum from my urethra. "You don't care that I'm married." Her voice dropped lower, with added husk, "Or maybe you do. Maybe that's what turns you on." "I--I really don't think--" I protested again, but she wouldn't hear it. Cup Cake slammed me against the door even harder this time, holding me in place with both forehooves. "You want me because I belong to another stallion. You want me to suck your cock." She closed her eyes and really went to work. That pink mane bobbed up and down while she took me in again and again, each motion bringing her muzzle three-fourths of the way down my shaft and up far enough to expose my glans before plunging me back in. Her powerful mouth muscles, strong as only a species feeding mostly on grains could have, practically milked me, coaxing me to give up my fluid release. I ran my fingers through the back of her mane. I watched her face as she sucked me off, and appreciated the beautiful pear shape of her body sitting on the ground, her corset and thong struggling to hold in her raw, plump, and bestial sexuality. I forgot all about resisting, and began thrusting into her face in time with her movements, which gradually built speed as I neared climax. She was very, very skilled at this. There was no way I'd last long with those cheeks squeezing and pulling on my shaft. I was just approaching the edge when she broke away, letting my dick rest across her muzzle, her short fur smooth against the underside of my manhood. "You want to cum on my face, don't you?" I felt the air from her mouth blowing on my cock as she told me, "But Jack, I'm a married mare. We really shouldn't be doing this." The complete lack of sincerity was not lost on either of us. She turned away and climbed onto the table, heedless of the paper plates and party decor as she reached back with her mouth and unhooked a latch from a piece of lingerie. It fell to the table, revealing, between her hind legs, teats full and supple. At least a D cup by human standards, they looked huge on the small, plump pony. They were engorged--she must not have nursed her twins for several hours. She squeezed them together with her legs. "Oh, Jack, my tits ache. I need you to milk me." She bit her bottom lip and looked at me in anticipation. I stepped out of my pants and underwear and yanked my shirt off. She had her ass up in the air and face pressed against the table, watching me, as I reached up to fondle her teats. They were firm, with soft skin and little fur. I squeezed them, and stroked them, and pulled on them. Soon, little droplets of white appeared on the darker blue of her nipples. I didn't know I was into lactation, but what the hell? I stretched up on my calves to bring my face up between her legs, and started sucking on her right nipple. "Oh!" She moaned. "Yeah, suck on my tits. Be my colt." Sweet milk poured out into my mouth, and I swallowed it each time, suckling like a foal. A moan of pleasure escaped her, and she reached back a forehoof to tease my dick with her shoe. As I squeezed her other tit, milk squirted onto my shoulder and ran down my chest. "Oh, milk me. Milk me. Dirty little colt, that's not your milk." I switched to suckle on the left, then reached my right hand over my head to pet her marehood over her satiny thong. It was damp, and the musky scent was almost too much to bear. I stopped drinking and pulled my face away. While still petting her pussy with my right hand, I used my left to squirt her milk into her waiting mouth and onto her face. She licked a trickle of her milk. "Mmmmm. That's good, but it's not meant for you." Then with both hands I milked her, squirting the warm white liquid onto my dick. "Oh, look, you're wasting it. You bad little colt." That was as much as I could take. I pulled her thong down to her hocks, catching a thin strand of her pussy juices on my tongue and, putting one knee on the table, I licked her throbbing, salty vulva. She gently teased my sack in one heeled forehoof as I buried my mouth into her, making out with her pussy and sucking her clit. "Oh! Jack, you bad little colt. What if Carrot Cake catches us?" With my hands, I kneaded and squeezed her big, blue, furry ass, tonguing her slit while her plot rocked gently back on my face. Her juices dripped off my chin. "You bad little colt, my pussy belongs to another stallion. Bad little colt," she moaned. Without stopping my intent exploration of her insides with my tongue, I pulled the thong down to her stilettos. She stepped out of the panties, pulling her winking vulva away from my eager lips. I climbed all the way onto the table, and grabbed her tail with my left hand, pulling it out of the way and getting a good look at her puckered asshole. I grabbed my rock-hard cock with my right hand and rubbed it on her soaking wet femininity, mixing my precum with her juices, and preparing to enter her from behind. She stood all the way up, shaking her head in a teasing negative. "I told you, I'm a married mare. We shouldn't be doing this." She walked across to the opposite end of the table, her ass swaying seductively as she crushed plates with her heels and knocked cups aside on her way. She laid down on her back. Her head dropped off the opposite end of the table so she could watch my next move in the mirror. This mare had a voyeuristic side. She pressed her crotchboobs together with her hind legs again, forming lovely cleavage, and began rubbing at them with her forelegs. I crawled to her on hands and knees, driven insane with lust and no small amount of rage at being denied when I was so close. This aggressive tease-and-deny was as infuriating as it was intoxicating. Her mouth open in exaggerated desire, she tapped a small squeeze bottle next to her with a shoe. My eyes followed from her face, down to her fat blue foreleg held in with a too-tight stocking, down to her heel, and to the bottle, and I caught her meaning. "Fuck my tits," she moaned. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and squirted generous amounts of the clear, viscous liquid onto her waiting crotchtits. "Yeah, mama wants it. Mama wants you to fuck her tits." She gasped at the sudden cold of the room temperature lubricant on her sensitive nipples. Tossing the bottle aside, I rubbed it all over the lower part of her belly, feverishly coating her with the stuff. She watched in the mirror, her head upside-down, and I looked at her reflection. A voyeur watching this scene, lusting at the entire spectacle, watching it expectantly as if she willed our reflections to be aroused. "Fuck my tits, Jack. Mama needs it." Her tits fully lubed now, I grabbed her chubby hind legs and pulled her closer to me, pressing her fat thighs up against my own. She gasped in anticipation. I caught a strong whiff of fresh bread and wet pussy. Holding her tits in either hand, I put my dick between them and pressed together, trapping my shaft with the pressure. I began thrusting between them. She stared at the mirror. She didn't meet my gaze when I looked to her reflection, so I turned my attention to her plump belly, the sexy roll of fat threatening to burst out of her black corset, my dick pumping up and down between her generous, oiled teats. "Yeah, that's what mama needs, Jack. Fuck my tits. Fuck my tits. I want it, you bad little colt." I kept pumping in her crotch-cleavage, as she kept telling me what she wanted me to do, and telling me how wrong it was, and calling me a bad little colt. "You naughty colt, that belongs to my husband. You can't do that." But her body language didn't tell me to stop, and neither did her tone of voice. I pumped harder, watching her fat jiggle with each thrust, the oil glistening on her blue belly and the curves of her teats. Her tail fur tickled my nuts, and in my ass crack. Milk seeped from her nipples and ran down onto my dick. "I want you to cum. Cum for mama. I want to drink it." She kicked the shoes off her forelegs, letting them drop to the floor. "Oh, Celestia, I'm getting there. I'm going to cum!" I grunted. She sprang into a sitting position. "Stand up! I want to taste it." I complied, reaching down to jerk myself to completion, but she knocked my hand away with a stocking-covered hoof. She jerked me off between those stockings, her mouth open and waiting. "Cum, Jack. Cum in my mouth. I want to drink it." The plump little pony looked directly in my eyes as she said these things, stroking me between those stockinged hooves while the tip of my dick rested on her tongue, pointing into her wide-open, waiting mouth. She milked it out of me, hot jets of white, sticky liquid splashing against the roof of her mouth and running in streams into her mouth as the jizz spasmed out of my body. She didn't blink, or move, as every bit of it got into her mouth. Weak-kneed, I stumbled back and sat down. The chubby little voyeur looked in the mirror, holding her mouth open and pushing the cum up onto her tongue so her reflection could see. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed, and opened again to show that all of it was gone. "Do you like that?" She seemed to ask her reflection. "Do you like it when a married mare drinks another stallion's cum? Does that get you off?" If I wasn't so spent, I would have had to voice my agreement. As it was, all I could do was pant, and try to catch my breath. "I didn't cum yet, Jack. Mama needs you." Taking a Seat"You don't mind if I get more comfortable, do you Jack?" Without waiting for an answer, Cup Cake (with surprising flexibility) reached her muzzle back and pulled at the laces of her corset with her teeth. The lingerie fell to the floor, leaving her in two garter belts, garters, stockings, and a single pair of stiletto heels on her hind hooves. Without the tight corset, her full plumpness was apparent, small rolls of fat at her sides. But she was no less alluring, even in my spent state. She moved her ass over my face and lowered it down, my mouth fully meeting her vulva. I smelled her marehood, and a slight scent of ass. Only her asshole and tail were visible as her weight pressed against me. I couldn't speak--she was much heavier than Fluttershy, being a stocky earth pony instead of a slight pegasus. The fur of her ass cheeks squeezed against the sides of my head. Her juices dripped all over my face as she began to hump at me, her clit rubbing on my lip and chin. "Yeah, taste that married mare pussy, Jack." I didn't have much choice in the matter. I began to suck her pussy lips and lick inside her. "Oh, that's a good colt," she cooed. "What a good colt. Yeah, lick mama. Suck my pussy." I started to get hard again. "Oh, what a good colt. Mama will take care of you." She started licking my dick again with her rough tongue, with agonizing slowness, as she ground herself, slow-motion, into my face. I could only breathe through my nose. "Mama likes that, Jack. You dirty colt. My husband would go insane if he knew what you were doing to me." In my position, there wasn't much I could do about that. I reached up around her flanks and held her ass cheeks open, squeezing and kneading them as my tongue probed her dripping vagina. She took my rod into her mouth, sucking softly and slowly this time. I pulled her tail, and she jerked her haunches against my face, squeezing my head between her legs. "Ow! Oh, you naughty colt." I pulled again, a little harder. "Oh! That hurts mama, Jack. Bad little colt. But I'm not letting you go." She slowly, slowly slid her muzzle all the way down my shaft, so I could feel her throat tightening on the head of my cock. I jerked her tail again, and as she cried out in pain her throat tightened more. She pulled me out of her mouth to scold me. "Bad little colt. If you keep doing that I'm not going to keep sucking you off." I let go of her tail, and she returned to her gradual blowjob as she slowly fucked my face with her fat, wet pussy. I managed to reach a finger inside her marehood, and she groaned at this--certainly the first finger she's ever felt in there. She slipped my cock to the back of her throat again, and I took the finger out to play with her asshole. A sound of surprised excitement came from her, but she kept me in to the hilt as my finger probed inside her ass. Her entire body (including her throat) tensed at this new intrusion. She let my dick fall from her mouth again, raising her back end up away from my face so my finger came out as well. She let out a seductive chuckle, "Oh, you are a naughty little colt, Jack. Mama doesn't do that." She might just change her mind, if I keep knocking at that door. I managed to take a few deep breaths before she brought her weight down on my face again, more forcefully this time. She kept her front end up this time, leaving me without any pleasure of my own for the time being. Fuck it. I can take some control here. I pulled her tail with a constant force, and probed her ass with my finger again, but by this time she was enjoying my mouth too much to protest. She panted and moaned, rocking back and forth on my chin and raising her haunches up and down as her excitement built. She fucked my face, faster, harder, the table creaking beneath our weight. Loud groans of pleasure escaped her. She rocked her body almost uncontrollably while her juices squirted out, running down my chin, neck, and shoulders. But she wasn't done cumming. She bore down even harder on my mouth, practically cutting off my air supply. Instead of rocking, she ground against my lips and tongue, twitching in unpredictable spasms and crying out almost as if she was in pain. I drank as more of her fluids came pouring out, but I couldn't keep up with the sheer quantity as it completely coated the lower half of my face. Her spasms eventually subsided. She collapsed in a sweaty heap next to me while we both caught our breath. She rubbed her stockinged left hind leg across my chest. "You bad little colt, Jack. You were doing very naughty things to mama." She rubbed my dick with a foreleg. "Now you're going to have to fuck this married mare." Mama Needs It"Come on, Jack," Cup Cake cooed. She was lying on her side, holding her front half up with a foreleg, the glistening sweat accentuating her lovely curves in this position. Her body heaved for breath. Her bright pink mane was matted with sweat, and droplets ran down her face, dripping from her muzzle, and ran down her body. A smell of hay and soil, bread, and the unmistakable odor of sex filled the air. She raised a hind leg, showing me everything. "Mama needs it. Fuck my married pussy." I wasn't in any condition to turn her down. I got on my knees, straddling her left hind leg while the other rested on my shoulder, and pulled her close to me. Using my left hand, I guided myself inside her sloppy vagina. It gave way easily. She was looser than the recently-virgin Fluttershy, but her muscle control spoke of experience, sucking my dick into her and massaging it as I thrust into her moist folds. "You like that, don't you Jack? That's not yours, you naughty colt. Mr. Cake would be so jealous." She rocked her haunches back and forth--side-to-side relative to my dick--while I pumped into her inviting warmth. My right hand rubbed and petted her flank while my left found her ample tits, squeezing small droplets of milk out of her nipples while I slid into her. Strands of her mane were out of place now, falling down over her face, her lusty eyes watching me. "I can't watch from this position. Let's try something else." She slinked away from me, getting on all four hooves at an angle so her plot faced toward one side of the mirror. Her heels raised her plump buttocks higher up than the rest of her body. I got behind her, admiring her voluptuous form and roll of chub at the side of her back, then pulled her tail out of the way and entered her again. She rocked back against my thrusts, watching in the mirror as my balls slapped against her rump with each motion. I held onto her flanks, running my hands against the fur of her three-cupcake cutie marks, and down her back. "Oh, Jack, you bad little colt, fuck me. Fuck my married pussy." Her amazing muscle control milked my dick for all it was worth as I pumped into her. Sweat beaded on my own forehead and chest, dripping off my nose and onto her back, mixing with her own sweat. I pulled her tail again, and she tensed up in pain, squeezing down on my shaft. "You naughty little colt," she scolded, but she only seemed to buck harder onto me. Her plump ass jiggled as she slapped hard against my legs. My dick popped out of her and rubbed against her asshole, bringing a disappointed sigh from her. "Put it back in, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me. Mama needs it." I held her flanks, prodding at her asshole slightly, testing those waters, and she pulled away slightly, "Dirty little colt, I told you, mama doesn't do that." She reached back with a forehoof and guided me into her pussy again, humping more slowly, moving gradually from tip to hilt and back inside her. I reached around to rub at her clit with my left hand. She moaned in ecstasy, fucking me harder in response. "You're going to make mama cum. Keep that up. That feels so good. Your dick feels so good inside me, you bad colt." I pulled my hand away. Two can play at this teasing game, Mrs. Cake. "Do it again, ah!" She moaned. "Rub my pussy. Mama needs it." Instead, I started playing with her asshole again, rubbing circles around the sweaty entrance with my finger. "You bad little colt. Listen to mama!" She was desperately close to orgasm now, and I knew she wouldn't fight it. So I dipped my finger in her ass. She moaned in pleasure. I felt the inside of her asshole, and felt my own dick thrusting in her pussy through the thin walls of flesh separating the two holes. "Oh, fuck!" She screamed, and bucked so hard against me I had to hold her in place with my right hand to keep from popping out while she came prodigiously around my member, her vaginal muscles caressing and massaging my shaft with wild spasms. When her orgasm ended, she stood still, breathing heavily for a moment while I continued my thrusts and anal fingering, before pulling away. "You bad little colt. Let's try another." She wrestled me down so my legs hung off the edge of the table toward the mirror, and climbed on top of me, the table creaking with the shift of weight. She rubbed her teats against my dick, leaving a trail of her secretions across the plump curve. Then without the use of hoof or hand, she managed to take me into her again. She was in complete control. Stocking-clad forelegs pressed against my arms, holding me down as she rode me, cowgirl style. She gazed down at me in lustful, dominating control, her mane framing her face seductively. She tickled my balls with her tail, then raised it up to look behind and watch in the mirror while I penetrated her. Her plump ass rose up and down, then side-to-side as I was in to the hilt, and she repeated the motions with more fluidity and gradually increasing speed. "You like that married pussy, don't you Jack? That doesn't belong to you," she taunted. "I don't know what my husband would do to you if he could see. But I'm not going to stop until you cum on my face." The dirty talk, the risk, they made it even more exciting as she rode me. Her tits slapped and rubbed on my belly, our sweat mixing, the stank of sex overwhelming her subtler scent of bread and earth. She lifted one foreleg to brush hair out of her face, her mouth slightly open as she held the hoof there, watching our reflection behind her back as we thrust together. She turned her attention back to me, looking straight in my eyes. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me. I want you to cum on my face. I want you to soil my face with your cum. My husband doesn't need to know." Her humping got faster, wilder, and soon the table began rocking with each thrust, loudly creaking. "I'm getting close," I groaned. She climbed off me and sat down on the floor. I quickly stood up in front of her, and she went down on me with reckless abandon, furiously deepthroating my cock, then stroking me between her stockinged forehooves, and deepthroating again, my glans pounding into the tightness of her throat. "Cum for me, cum on my face," she intoned, rubbing my dick between her hooves. "Cum on me. Give me your cum. I want you to spray it all over my face." I was getting really close now, and she sensed it, deepthroating me again to bring it along. "I'm going to cum!" She pulled her mouth away from me, breathing heavily, turned her head to the side, and jacked me off hard. My balls tensed up, and sperm shot out of my dick with force, putting sticky lines in her sweaty mane and all over her face. It squirted across her cheek. She closed one eye as a hot jet flashed across her eyelid, oozing from her eyelashes. Another line squirted on top of her muzzle, and a final, weak squirt oozed onto the tip of her waiting tongue before she licked the last of it from the tip of my cock. She released me and turned to admire her cum-covered face in the mirror, a strand of my semen dripping from her jawline. She caught the drip with her hoof, and brought it to her mouth, seductively licking it clean while watching the reflection of her heaving body. "Excuse me, Jack, while I go clean up." She hurried out the door through which we arrived, and I slumped against the table to catch my breath. A moment later, I heard Discord's disembodied voice. "You really should see what she's up to now." He was breathing heavily. "Where are you?" He didn't answer, but suddenly the mirror turned transparent. A one-way mirror. Mr. Cake was on the other side, sitting back in a chair and furiously jacking off. An old-fashioned camera stood in the middle of the window, filming the party room. Mrs. Cake opened a door and walked into the small room on the other side of the one-way mirror. My cum still covering the right half of her face, she offered her rear end to him. He mounted her, fucking her pussy with his pony dick. "See?" Discord asked, still invisible and breathing heavily. Mr. Cake plowed into his wife with desperate need. Soon enough, the Cakes' fucking reached a climax, and prodigious quantities of horse cum spilled out of Mrs. Cake's vagina. Simultaneously, Discord's voice clearly spoke of his own climax, he sighed, and then said, "Oh, fuck that was hot." Discord, you piece of-- "So, am I here to 'sow chaos,' or just for your perverted viewing pleasure?" Discord ignored my question. Well, I'm going to sneak out of here before she comes back. I'm...pretty sure they can have the party ready in time.
An Omen of ChaosThe first rays of sunrise peeked through the window, waking me. Fluttershy was already awake, lying down on her side, watching me. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you rest well?" "I did," I smiled back at her. "I need to go feed all the animals. Won't you join me?" "Of course!" Outside, we made our rounds. I fed the chickens while she tended to birdhouses and squirrel nests. Sunlight warmed my skin in the cool air. It was nice. Fluttershy sang (a bit hoarsely, but still beautifully) as she went from animal home to animal home, greeting each one by name. Watching her, I felt that being transported to Equestria could be the best thing that ever happened to me. Nothing could be more perfect. Suddenly, a white pegasus in gleaming golden armor landed, startling my dear little pony. "Fluttershy!" the armored pegasus boomed, "Your friends in the Crystal Empire need your help! You need to come with me at once!" "Oh, dear, what's wrong?" "I'll explain on the way." "Oh--oh--just a second!" She flew to me. "Can you take care of the animals until I get back?" "Of course!" Obviously I was concerned, but I would do anything to help. The armored pegasus regarded me with surprise, but kept silent. "And--oh, no. The Cakes are catering a welcome-home party for my friends. It was Pinkie's idea, and I don't want to let them down. Can you make sure everything's in order?" "Yes, but won't they be freaked out when they see me? They've never seen a human before." She looked back to the gleaming armor. "Will it be OK if I make a quick stop at Sugar Cube Corner?" "I will go ahead of you and--" the pegasus paused "--and do my best to explain it to them." He took off with remarkable speed. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'll be back as soon as I can." She leapt into my arms, kissing me with force. I got hard, but she flew away, gracefully, her long tail trailing behind, before I could say another word. I called out, "I love you!" but I don't think she heard me. I stood among the animals, stunned and alone. Or, I thought I was alone, until I heard a loud crunching sound. I looked to my right to see that curious chicken again, the one with the horn and antlers, chewing on seeds. Chickens don't chew. Discord. "Well, well, well, you've really brought joy to my dear, sweet Fluttershy. But it looks like now, things are about to get interesting." "Are you responsible for this?" I threatened. In a flash, Discord took his true form, still munching obnoxiously on seeds. "My work in sowing chaos here is already done. Do you think everything will be on an" he appeared in a small boat, which turned sideways precipitously "even keel when there's a human with an overpowered sex drive around?" "Overpowered?" In a flash, he stood on the ground, wearing sunglasses. "Yes, overpowered. When I told you I gave you the 'virility of a stallion' I may have omitted an important detail. Stallions in Equestria don't have the same sex drive as the stallions from your world, I only chose the more interesting one. Your pheromones will drive the fillies wild. Anyway," he lowered his glasses, and his tone, "even if I did, what are you going to do about it, tough guy?" I had no answer. "I thought so. Just take care that Fluttershy's feelings don't get hurt. She's your number one priority." "Of course! But if you did that--" He interrupted, "Mares aren't quite so possessive of their stallions as you might expect. Romantic relationships" he duplicated himself in drag, and hugged him/herself while the one in the dress continued in a falsetto, "are a teeny bit different here. As long as you make sure she's the most important mare in the world, there won't be a problem." I thought a moment. "But if that's true, then your mission to sow chaos has failed." The falsetto replied, "We'll see about that." With a chuckle and a flash of light, he was gone, and I was alone with the chickens and squirrels once again.
Sugarcube CornerI felt extremely awkward walking through Ponyville for the first time. Ponies stared at me, confused, while others called their fillies and colts inside and shut the door. I can't blame them. A human must be an alarming sight in a world where we're unknown. Eventually making my way to an absurd-looking dessert of a building, I ducked inside. A spectacular array of candy and pastries was on display, and a yellow, freckled pony with an underbite stood behind the counter to greet me. "Good morning, my good...sir?" He made a valiant effort to disguise his alarm at my appearance, but quickly warmed up when I greeted him back. "Good morning. You must be Mr. Cake." "Yes, sir! You must be here to check on the arrangements for Pinkie's party." He stuck his head into the back. "Sugar lumps, that creature is here--" "Jack," I interrupted. "--Jack is here to check on the party arrangements." It was obvious she was trying to be quiet, so I wouldn't overhear, but I could just make out part of her reply. "...nursing the twins, dear..." With an embarrassed look on his face, Mr. Cake assured me, "My wife will be out in a minute. She's in charge of the catering arrangements on this one. Why don't you have a seat? I can give you a complimentary cupcake while you wait." "That would be great, thanks." I sat in a too-small chair at a too-small table, munching on a pastry that had a delightful fruity flavor, if a bit too grainy texture. Moments later, a plump blue pony appeared. Her mane and tail were hot pink, styled to resemble soft serve ice cream, or frosting. She looked frazzled, but put on a good face and greeted me with as much cheer as she could muster, "Good morning, sir. How are we doing today?" "I'm fine, how are you?" "Just dandy, thank you," she replied, taking a seat next to me. She proceeded to go over the minutiae of the decorations and the menu, checking off items and making notes on a piece of paper while deftly holding a pencil in her mouth. I confess that I had no idea what to think of the food selection--oats, greens, and flowers, mostly--so my mind, and my eyes, wandered. I would never admit to liking the bigger girls back home, but this mare had an undeniable sexual energy about her. I didn't notice her moving, but over the course of the conversation she somehow ended up right next to me. I looked almost straight down, seeing her pink earring, my gaze finding her plump foreleg, a roll of fat where her belly met her back, and the glorious curve of her chunky hind leg. She smelled of earth, flour, and fresh-baked bread. She shifted her legs, more slowly than necessary, and behind her apron I caught a glimpse of firm, round teats. She had leaked some milk through the fabric. My cock threatened an erection. And there, a pause in the conversation. The bell at the door as the only two customers in the store exited. That brought me out of my own head. I hadn't been listening. "I--I'm sorry, what was that?" I turned red. She was looking up at me with pink eyes, heavy-lidded, long-lashed, a flirtatious grin spread across her chubby cheeks as she coyly chewed the end of the pencil. "Oh, I was just saying that we should have everything set up tonight. I suppose you'll want to come by to check on things--Oh, dear!" She dropped the pencil, which clattered on the table and fell into my lap. She chased it, brushing a foreleg against my inner thigh and knocking the pencil to the floor. "Oh, I'm such a butterhooves." She slid down to the floor, (inadvertently?) sliding across my leg until she was literally sitting on her side in my lap with her head under the table. Her tail went up, wrapping around the back of my neck, and my eyes darted to her puckered asshole, slightly moist vulva barely winking open. She made a show of struggling to retrieve her writing implement while her round blue flank ground into my crotch, fully arousing me. The three cupcakes of her cutie mark jiggled subtly with each of her movements. She started to rise again, but paused with her head next to my crotch. I could feel her warm breath on my junk as she apologized, "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry about that." All the blood rushed to my head, and I risked a peek at the counter. Thankfully Mr. Cake must have been in the kitchen while this was going on, and was just then reentering the room. Mrs. Cake had returned to a more respectable position and fixed her mane with her front hooves. "Now, we have tickets to a performance at the Ponyville Theater tonight, but I insist that you come by to check on the preparations. Business comes first." She turned to her husband," Hun-buns, you'll have to scoot along ahead of me tonight and drop the twins off at the foalsitter without me. I'll be a little late to the play." "Oh, that's fine, sugar dumpling," he replied, "I'll let you know what you missed." Mrs. Cake's eyes lingered on me meaningfully, "I don't think I'll miss much. Well, we'll see you tonight, Jack." "Y--yes, of course."
The Party RoomAfter leaving Sugarcube Corner, I thought about exploring Ponyville, but I was already overwhelmed by everything. So I returned to Fluttershy's cottage, puttering around and completing the day's chores. Angel pouted and turned his nose up at the salad I offered him. I fed myself, washed myself. Harry the bear had brought me an extra salmon, which I cooked and served over a salad of my own. And I tried to figure out what to do about Cup Cake. Obviously, this mare was trying to seduce me. This is the chaos Discord intended when he brought me here. He wants me to break up families and cause, well, discord among the inhabitants of Ponyville. Adultery is a surefire way to do that. I yelled his name out, but that only managed to disturb the animals. Harry just grunted, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I was on my own. And I'd just have to be strong. Cup Cake isn't that hot anyway...right? I'm not a chubby chaser. Am I? I decided to make the visit as quick as possible. She had to get to the theater anyway, so I could always drop that excuse to get out of there. Remembering that Discord had magically powered my phone and maintained its connection to Earth, I consulted it for advice. But I fell into a rabbit-hole of porn scenarios with married women seducing younger men. That wasn't exactly helpful. As evening fell, I returned through mostly-empty streets to Sugarcube Corner. A light was on, but the sign said "Closed," so I knocked. A few moments later, she opened the door. Holy. Fuck. She was dressed to the nines. Her hot pink, frosting-like mane was arranged with more care, teased and curled in the right places. Hair hung down around her chubby blue cheeks, framing her face, and curled around her neck. She wore makeup, with light pink eyeshadow and something that made her eyelashes seem enormous. Her pink earrings were replaced with large golden hoops. She wore a black, sleeveless, full-length evening gown which completely covered her right hind leg, with a slit open to expose her tail and half her chubby, left leg, including a cupcake and a half of her cutie mark. Garters adorned all the legs I could see, holding up black stockings which were a little too tight, her plumpness bursting out at the top of each. The stockings ended in black stiletto shoes. I had to take a deep breath. "Jack, welcome. Come on in." She gestured, holding the door and staring at my crotch (at 4 feet tall, she was a good height for that) as I ducked inside. She shut and locked the door, then turned and walked past, allowing her tail to brush against me. "Follow me," she stated in low tones from behind heavy lids. As she walked ahead in no hurry, I saw her beautiful, big ass, moving in that sexy way of a woman in high heels. Her tail swished back and forth alluringly. I scanned down her backside, taking in the seams on the backs of her stockings, and saw just how high her heels were. And the soles of her black heels were bright red. I don't care where you're from--Equestria, Jersey, the friggin' moon--those are fuck-me shoes. I couldn't keep my eyes off that glorious, plump plot, swaying as it was. When she stopped in front of a door, I bumped into her, and she rubbed her backside into me. A tingling sensation tugged at my crotch. She opened the door and walked into the party room. "This looks good," I said nervously, before really looking at anything. I decided I'd better step inside. Cup Cake closed the door behind me, and I took a moment to survey the room. It was only big enough for a dozen or so ponies, and decorated for a typical Pinkie Pie style party, with balloons of a dozen different colors, streamers, and party favors all around a long, pony-height table. A wide, full-length mirror was built into the opposite wall, making the room seem twice as big as it really was. Then I noticed our reflections in that mirror and nearly choked. Mrs. Cake had slipped out of her dress, revealing a tight black corset laced-up at the back. This mare isn't wasting any time. She took advantage of my stunned silence, positioning herself in front of me and using her ass to slam my back into the door, grinding her ample blue flank against my junk. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said under her breath. I got hard. "Yeah, I can tell." Feeling that soft leg rubbing on me, the way it gave under the pressure of my prick, I forgot all about my misgivings, grabbing her flanks and dry humping her through my jeans. She looked back at me with a gaze that spoke of confident power over me. "Ooh, yeah. You want me. You want to take me. You want to pull my tail and fuck me, don't you?" She knew my inhibitions were wearing down, her wide, pink eyes full of lusty anticipation. I glanced down at the unusual garter belts over her withers and flanks, holding up those black stockings, and the way her fat struggled and escaped from the top and bottom of her corset. A black thong ran back from the front of her hind legs and under her hot pink tail. I grasped for the last shreds of my resolve, and pushed her gently away, her soft, furry hindquarters giving at the pressure. "Mrs. Cake, I don't think--" She whirled around to face me, slamming my back into the door again. "I'm a married mare, Jack. You shouldn't be doing this." She bit down on the waist of my jeans and yanked them, and my boxers, down to my ankles in one swift motion. "Oh, look how hard you are. You want to bear down on my big blue flank and fuck me, don't you?" Before I could protest, she had the head of my cock in her mouth, her rough tongue licking around it while she fixed me with a confident, dominating look in her eyes. Not moving her head, her tongue teased me. She sat down on her haunches, lifting one foreleg to nudge my balls with the joint of the leg while her other hoof pressed against my belly, holding me firmly in place. She took me out of her mouth, and with a teasing look she licked the precum from my urethra. "You don't care that I'm married." Her voice dropped lower, with added husk, "Or maybe you do. Maybe that's what turns you on." "I--I really don't think--" I protested again, but she wouldn't hear it. Cup Cake slammed me against the door even harder this time, holding me in place with both forehooves. "You want me because I belong to another stallion. You want me to suck your cock." She closed her eyes and really went to work. That pink mane bobbed up and down while she took me in again and again, each motion bringing her muzzle three-fourths of the way down my shaft and up far enough to expose my glans before plunging me back in. Her powerful mouth muscles, strong as only a species feeding mostly on grains could have, practically milked me, coaxing me to give up my fluid release. I ran my fingers through the back of her mane. I watched her face as she sucked me off, and appreciated the beautiful pear shape of her body sitting on the ground, her corset and thong struggling to hold in her raw, plump, and bestial sexuality. I forgot all about resisting, and began thrusting into her face in time with her movements, which gradually built speed as I neared climax. She was very, very skilled at this. There was no way I'd last long with those cheeks squeezing and pulling on my shaft. I was just approaching the edge when she broke away, letting my dick rest across her muzzle, her short fur smooth against the underside of my manhood. "You want to cum on my face, don't you?" I felt the air from her mouth blowing on my cock as she told me, "But Jack, I'm a married mare. We really shouldn't be doing this." The complete lack of sincerity was not lost on either of us. She turned away and climbed onto the table, heedless of the paper plates and party decor as she reached back with her mouth and unhooked a latch from a piece of lingerie. It fell to the table, revealing, between her hind legs, teats full and supple. At least a D cup by human standards, they looked huge on the small, plump pony. They were engorged--she must not have nursed her twins for several hours. She squeezed them together with her legs. "Oh, Jack, my tits ache. I need you to milk me." She bit her bottom lip and looked at me in anticipation. I stepped out of my pants and underwear and yanked my shirt off. She had her ass up in the air and face pressed against the table, watching me, as I reached up to fondle her teats. They were firm, with soft skin and little fur. I squeezed them, and stroked them, and pulled on them. Soon, little droplets of white appeared on the darker blue of her nipples. I didn't know I was into lactation, but what the hell? I stretched up on my calves to bring my face up between her legs, and started sucking on her right nipple. "Oh!" She moaned. "Yeah, suck on my tits. Be my colt." Sweet milk poured out into my mouth, and I swallowed it each time, suckling like a foal. A moan of pleasure escaped her, and she reached back a forehoof to tease my dick with her shoe. As I squeezed her other tit, milk squirted onto my shoulder and ran down my chest. "Oh, milk me. Milk me. Dirty little colt, that's not your milk." I switched to suckle on the left, then reached my right hand over my head to pet her marehood over her satiny thong. It was damp, and the musky scent was almost too much to bear. I stopped drinking and pulled my face away. While still petting her pussy with my right hand, I used my left to squirt her milk into her waiting mouth and onto her face. She licked a trickle of her milk. "Mmmmm. That's good, but it's not meant for you." Then with both hands I milked her, squirting the warm white liquid onto my dick. "Oh, look, you're wasting it. You bad little colt." That was as much as I could take. I pulled her thong down to her hocks, catching a thin strand of her pussy juices on my tongue and, putting one knee on the table, I licked her throbbing, salty vulva. She gently teased my sack in one heeled forehoof as I buried my mouth into her, making out with her pussy and sucking her clit. "Oh! Jack, you bad little colt. What if Carrot Cake catches us?" With my hands, I kneaded and squeezed her big, blue, furry ass, tonguing her slit while her plot rocked gently back on my face. Her juices dripped off my chin. "You bad little colt, my pussy belongs to another stallion. Bad little colt," she moaned. Without stopping my intent exploration of her insides with my tongue, I pulled the thong down to her stilettos. She stepped out of the panties, pulling her winking vulva away from my eager lips. I climbed all the way onto the table, and grabbed her tail with my left hand, pulling it out of the way and getting a good look at her puckered asshole. I grabbed my rock-hard cock with my right hand and rubbed it on her soaking wet femininity, mixing my precum with her juices, and preparing to enter her from behind. She stood all the way up, shaking her head in a teasing negative. "I told you, I'm a married mare. We shouldn't be doing this." She walked across to the opposite end of the table, her ass swaying seductively as she crushed plates with her heels and knocked cups aside on her way. She laid down on her back. Her head dropped off the opposite end of the table so she could watch my next move in the mirror. This mare had a voyeuristic side. She pressed her crotchboobs together with her hind legs again, forming lovely cleavage, and began rubbing at them with her forelegs. I crawled to her on hands and knees, driven insane with lust and no small amount of rage at being denied when I was so close. This aggressive tease-and-deny was as infuriating as it was intoxicating. Her mouth open in exaggerated desire, she tapped a small squeeze bottle next to her with a shoe. My eyes followed from her face, down to her fat blue foreleg held in with a too-tight stocking, down to her heel, and to the bottle, and I caught her meaning. "Fuck my tits," she moaned. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and squirted generous amounts of the clear, viscous liquid onto her waiting crotchtits. "Yeah, mama wants it. Mama wants you to fuck her tits." She gasped at the sudden cold of the room temperature lubricant on her sensitive nipples. Tossing the bottle aside, I rubbed it all over the lower part of her belly, feverishly coating her with the stuff. She watched in the mirror, her head upside-down, and I looked at her reflection. A voyeur watching this scene, lusting at the entire spectacle, watching it expectantly as if she willed our reflections to be aroused. "Fuck my tits, Jack. Mama needs it." Her tits fully lubed now, I grabbed her chubby hind legs and pulled her closer to me, pressing her fat thighs up against my own. She gasped in anticipation. I caught a strong whiff of fresh bread and wet pussy. Holding her tits in either hand, I put my dick between them and pressed together, trapping my shaft with the pressure. I began thrusting between them. She stared at the mirror. She didn't meet my gaze when I looked to her reflection, so I turned my attention to her plump belly, the sexy roll of fat threatening to burst out of her black corset, my dick pumping up and down between her generous, oiled teats. "Yeah, that's what mama needs, Jack. Fuck my tits. Fuck my tits. I want it, you bad little colt." I kept pumping in her crotch-cleavage, as she kept telling me what she wanted me to do, and telling me how wrong it was, and calling me a bad little colt. "You naughty colt, that belongs to my husband. You can't do that." But her body language didn't tell me to stop, and neither did her tone of voice. I pumped harder, watching her fat jiggle with each thrust, the oil glistening on her blue belly and the curves of her teats. Her tail fur tickled my nuts, and in my ass crack. Milk seeped from her nipples and ran down onto my dick. "I want you to cum. Cum for mama. I want to drink it." She kicked the shoes off her forelegs, letting them drop to the floor. "Oh, Celestia, I'm getting there. I'm going to cum!" I grunted. She sprang into a sitting position. "Stand up! I want to taste it." I complied, reaching down to jerk myself to completion, but she knocked my hand away with a stocking-covered hoof. She jerked me off between those stockings, her mouth open and waiting. "Cum, Jack. Cum in my mouth. I want to drink it." The plump little pony looked directly in my eyes as she said these things, stroking me between those stockinged hooves while the tip of my dick rested on her tongue, pointing into her wide-open, waiting mouth. She milked it out of me, hot jets of white, sticky liquid splashing against the roof of her mouth and running in streams into her mouth as the jizz spasmed out of my body. She didn't blink, or move, as every bit of it got into her mouth. Weak-kneed, I stumbled back and sat down. The chubby little voyeur looked in the mirror, holding her mouth open and pushing the cum up onto her tongue so her reflection could see. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed, and opened again to show that all of it was gone. "Do you like that?" She seemed to ask her reflection. "Do you like it when a married mare drinks another stallion's cum? Does that get you off?" If I wasn't so spent, I would have had to voice my agreement. As it was, all I could do was pant, and try to catch my breath. "I didn't cum yet, Jack. Mama needs you."
Taking a Seat"You don't mind if I get more comfortable, do you Jack?" Without waiting for an answer, Cup Cake (with surprising flexibility) reached her muzzle back and pulled at the laces of her corset with her teeth. The lingerie fell to the floor, leaving her in two garter belts, garters, stockings, and a single pair of stiletto heels on her hind hooves. Without the tight corset, her full plumpness was apparent, small rolls of fat at her sides. But she was no less alluring, even in my spent state. She moved her ass over my face and lowered it down, my mouth fully meeting her vulva. I smelled her marehood, and a slight scent of ass. Only her asshole and tail were visible as her weight pressed against me. I couldn't speak--she was much heavier than Fluttershy, being a stocky earth pony instead of a slight pegasus. The fur of her ass cheeks squeezed against the sides of my head. Her juices dripped all over my face as she began to hump at me, her clit rubbing on my lip and chin. "Yeah, taste that married mare pussy, Jack." I didn't have much choice in the matter. I began to suck her pussy lips and lick inside her. "Oh, that's a good colt," she cooed. "What a good colt. Yeah, lick mama. Suck my pussy." I started to get hard again. "Oh, what a good colt. Mama will take care of you." She started licking my dick again with her rough tongue, with agonizing slowness, as she ground herself, slow-motion, into my face. I could only breathe through my nose. "Mama likes that, Jack. You dirty colt. My husband would go insane if he knew what you were doing to me." In my position, there wasn't much I could do about that. I reached up around her flanks and held her ass cheeks open, squeezing and kneading them as my tongue probed her dripping vagina. She took my rod into her mouth, sucking softly and slowly this time. I pulled her tail, and she jerked her haunches against my face, squeezing my head between her legs. "Ow! Oh, you naughty colt." I pulled again, a little harder. "Oh! That hurts mama, Jack. Bad little colt. But I'm not letting you go." She slowly, slowly slid her muzzle all the way down my shaft, so I could feel her throat tightening on the head of my cock. I jerked her tail again, and as she cried out in pain her throat tightened more. She pulled me out of her mouth to scold me. "Bad little colt. If you keep doing that I'm not going to keep sucking you off." I let go of her tail, and she returned to her gradual blowjob as she slowly fucked my face with her fat, wet pussy. I managed to reach a finger inside her marehood, and she groaned at this--certainly the first finger she's ever felt in there. She slipped my cock to the back of her throat again, and I took the finger out to play with her asshole. A sound of surprised excitement came from her, but she kept me in to the hilt as my finger probed inside her ass. Her entire body (including her throat) tensed at this new intrusion. She let my dick fall from her mouth again, raising her back end up away from my face so my finger came out as well. She let out a seductive chuckle, "Oh, you are a naughty little colt, Jack. Mama doesn't do that." She might just change her mind, if I keep knocking at that door. I managed to take a few deep breaths before she brought her weight down on my face again, more forcefully this time. She kept her front end up this time, leaving me without any pleasure of my own for the time being. Fuck it. I can take some control here. I pulled her tail with a constant force, and probed her ass with my finger again, but by this time she was enjoying my mouth too much to protest. She panted and moaned, rocking back and forth on my chin and raising her haunches up and down as her excitement built. She fucked my face, faster, harder, the table creaking beneath our weight. Loud groans of pleasure escaped her. She rocked her body almost uncontrollably while her juices squirted out, running down my chin, neck, and shoulders. But she wasn't done cumming. She bore down even harder on my mouth, practically cutting off my air supply. Instead of rocking, she ground against my lips and tongue, twitching in unpredictable spasms and crying out almost as if she was in pain. I drank as more of her fluids came pouring out, but I couldn't keep up with the sheer quantity as it completely coated the lower half of my face. Her spasms eventually subsided. She collapsed in a sweaty heap next to me while we both caught our breath. She rubbed her stockinged left hind leg across my chest. "You bad little colt, Jack. You were doing very naughty things to mama." She rubbed my dick with a foreleg. "Now you're going to have to fuck this married mare."
Mama Needs It"Come on, Jack," Cup Cake cooed. She was lying on her side, holding her front half up with a foreleg, the glistening sweat accentuating her lovely curves in this position. Her body heaved for breath. Her bright pink mane was matted with sweat, and droplets ran down her face, dripping from her muzzle, and ran down her body. A smell of hay and soil, bread, and the unmistakable odor of sex filled the air. She raised a hind leg, showing me everything. "Mama needs it. Fuck my married pussy." I wasn't in any condition to turn her down. I got on my knees, straddling her left hind leg while the other rested on my shoulder, and pulled her close to me. Using my left hand, I guided myself inside her sloppy vagina. It gave way easily. She was looser than the recently-virgin Fluttershy, but her muscle control spoke of experience, sucking my dick into her and massaging it as I thrust into her moist folds. "You like that, don't you Jack? That's not yours, you naughty colt. Mr. Cake would be so jealous." She rocked her haunches back and forth--side-to-side relative to my dick--while I pumped into her inviting warmth. My right hand rubbed and petted her flank while my left found her ample tits, squeezing small droplets of milk out of her nipples while I slid into her. Strands of her mane were out of place now, falling down over her face, her lusty eyes watching me. "I can't watch from this position. Let's try something else." She slinked away from me, getting on all four hooves at an angle so her plot faced toward one side of the mirror. Her heels raised her plump buttocks higher up than the rest of her body. I got behind her, admiring her voluptuous form and roll of chub at the side of her back, then pulled her tail out of the way and entered her again. She rocked back against my thrusts, watching in the mirror as my balls slapped against her rump with each motion. I held onto her flanks, running my hands against the fur of her three-cupcake cutie marks, and down her back. "Oh, Jack, you bad little colt, fuck me. Fuck my married pussy." Her amazing muscle control milked my dick for all it was worth as I pumped into her. Sweat beaded on my own forehead and chest, dripping off my nose and onto her back, mixing with her own sweat. I pulled her tail again, and she tensed up in pain, squeezing down on my shaft. "You naughty little colt," she scolded, but she only seemed to buck harder onto me. Her plump ass jiggled as she slapped hard against my legs. My dick popped out of her and rubbed against her asshole, bringing a disappointed sigh from her. "Put it back in, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me. Mama needs it." I held her flanks, prodding at her asshole slightly, testing those waters, and she pulled away slightly, "Dirty little colt, I told you, mama doesn't do that." She reached back with a forehoof and guided me into her pussy again, humping more slowly, moving gradually from tip to hilt and back inside her. I reached around to rub at her clit with my left hand. She moaned in ecstasy, fucking me harder in response. "You're going to make mama cum. Keep that up. That feels so good. Your dick feels so good inside me, you bad colt." I pulled my hand away. Two can play at this teasing game, Mrs. Cake. "Do it again, ah!" She moaned. "Rub my pussy. Mama needs it." Instead, I started playing with her asshole again, rubbing circles around the sweaty entrance with my finger. "You bad little colt. Listen to mama!" She was desperately close to orgasm now, and I knew she wouldn't fight it. So I dipped my finger in her ass. She moaned in pleasure. I felt the inside of her asshole, and felt my own dick thrusting in her pussy through the thin walls of flesh separating the two holes. "Oh, fuck!" She screamed, and bucked so hard against me I had to hold her in place with my right hand to keep from popping out while she came prodigiously around my member, her vaginal muscles caressing and massaging my shaft with wild spasms. When her orgasm ended, she stood still, breathing heavily for a moment while I continued my thrusts and anal fingering, before pulling away. "You bad little colt. Let's try another." She wrestled me down so my legs hung off the edge of the table toward the mirror, and climbed on top of me, the table creaking with the shift of weight. She rubbed her teats against my dick, leaving a trail of her secretions across the plump curve. Then without the use of hoof or hand, she managed to take me into her again. She was in complete control. Stocking-clad forelegs pressed against my arms, holding me down as she rode me, cowgirl style. She gazed down at me in lustful, dominating control, her mane framing her face seductively. She tickled my balls with her tail, then raised it up to look behind and watch in the mirror while I penetrated her. Her plump ass rose up and down, then side-to-side as I was in to the hilt, and she repeated the motions with more fluidity and gradually increasing speed. "You like that married pussy, don't you Jack? That doesn't belong to you," she taunted. "I don't know what my husband would do to you if he could see. But I'm not going to stop until you cum on my face." The dirty talk, the risk, they made it even more exciting as she rode me. Her tits slapped and rubbed on my belly, our sweat mixing, the stank of sex overwhelming her subtler scent of bread and earth. She lifted one foreleg to brush hair out of her face, her mouth slightly open as she held the hoof there, watching our reflection behind her back as we thrust together. She turned her attention back to me, looking straight in my eyes. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me. I want you to cum on my face. I want you to soil my face with your cum. My husband doesn't need to know." Her humping got faster, wilder, and soon the table began rocking with each thrust, loudly creaking. "I'm getting close," I groaned. She climbed off me and sat down on the floor. I quickly stood up in front of her, and she went down on me with reckless abandon, furiously deepthroating my cock, then stroking me between her stockinged forehooves, and deepthroating again, my glans pounding into the tightness of her throat. "Cum for me, cum on my face," she intoned, rubbing my dick between her hooves. "Cum on me. Give me your cum. I want you to spray it all over my face." I was getting really close now, and she sensed it, deepthroating me again to bring it along. "I'm going to cum!" She pulled her mouth away from me, breathing heavily, turned her head to the side, and jacked me off hard. My balls tensed up, and sperm shot out of my dick with force, putting sticky lines in her sweaty mane and all over her face. It squirted across her cheek. She closed one eye as a hot jet flashed across her eyelid, oozing from her eyelashes. Another line squirted on top of her muzzle, and a final, weak squirt oozed onto the tip of her waiting tongue before she licked the last of it from the tip of my cock. She released me and turned to admire her cum-covered face in the mirror, a strand of my semen dripping from her jawline. She caught the drip with her hoof, and brought it to her mouth, seductively licking it clean while watching the reflection of her heaving body. "Excuse me, Jack, while I go clean up." She hurried out the door through which we arrived, and I slumped against the table to catch my breath. A moment later, I heard Discord's disembodied voice. "You really should see what she's up to now." He was breathing heavily. "Where are you?" He didn't answer, but suddenly the mirror turned transparent. A one-way mirror. Mr. Cake was on the other side, sitting back in a chair and furiously jacking off. An old-fashioned camera stood in the middle of the window, filming the party room. Mrs. Cake opened a door and walked into the small room on the other side of the one-way mirror. My cum still covering the right half of her face, she offered her rear end to him. He mounted her, fucking her pussy with his pony dick. "See?" Discord asked, still invisible and breathing heavily. Mr. Cake plowed into his wife with desperate need. Soon enough, the Cakes' fucking reached a climax, and prodigious quantities of horse cum spilled out of Mrs. Cake's vagina. Simultaneously, Discord's voice clearly spoke of his own climax, he sighed, and then said, "Oh, fuck that was hot." Discord, you piece of-- "So, am I here to 'sow chaos,' or just for your perverted viewing pleasure?" Discord ignored my question. Well, I'm going to sneak out of here before she comes back. I'm...pretty sure they can have the party ready in time.
