One Night in Equestria

One Night in Equestria – Pinkie Pie's Night

Pinkie Pie giggled silently to herself as she slipped into her bedroom and carefully closed the door behind her. With a single bounce she leapt across the room and landed upon the bed, avoiding the creaky floorboard and sleeping, toothless alligator which had previously lain between them.

The earth pony knew how important it was she remain quiet, not because of how late it was, but because of how early it was. She knew that Mr and Mrs Cake had arranged for a foalsitter that night, and they had known that Pinkie was going to be out with her friends when they'd arranged for the foalsitter. It was almost as if they'd wanted the house to themselves, no baby Cakes and no Pinkie Pie's around to disturb them in any way.

Sure enough, Pinkie Pie soon heard a playful murmur through the bedroom wall. A short, excited snort, and a whinny of desire. She stuffed a hoof into her muzzle to stifle her gleeful laughter, flopping down flat onto the bed and rolling around with delight. Mr and Mrs Cake were going to do it. The six legged pony. The very special somepony conga-line. The... the, uh... the... well, to be perfectly honest Pinkie Pie didn't know that many silly names for what they were doing. But still. They were having sex. And sex was something which Pinkie Pie enjoyed a great deal. Doing, sure. But watching, or at the very least listening too. Sex between two ponies who loved one another was like happiness times a billion, and bearing witness to it made Pinkie Pie happy times a billion too.

Happy... and horny.

With one hoof still holding her muzzle shut as she listened to the Cakes' initial murmurs and whisperings of excited foreplay, Pinkie's other foreleg dropped down to her crotch. Her eyelids slackened gleefully as she rubbed at her pretty pink Pinkie Pie pussy, and her hindquarters wiggled in exhilaration, legs spreading as wide and lewdly apart as they could to allow herself prime access.

"O-ohh... that's it. Eat my creamy cake..."

Pinkie didn't know whether to be turned on, amused or a little of both as she heard Mrs Cake's pleading, excited moan to her husband. She settled for the final of those options, giggling quietly to herself and rubbing her pussy a little more rapidly and firmly than before. The tip of the hoof between her leg teased swift circles around her swollen clitoris, and Pinkie Pie found herself beginning to buck and hump at her own teasing foreleg as her nether regions began to clutch and drip with liquid lust.

As she listened to the Cakes fooling around together, Pinkie wondered just how long it had been since they were last able to have an intimate night together. Either Mrs Cake was exceptionally pent up, or her husband's tongue was even better at licking pony pussy than it was at detecting perfect flavour combinations for cupcake toppings and hand-made candies. Pinkie Pie prided herself on her ability to cum hard and often, masturbation was after all the only kind of party of one she enjoyed, but no matter how hurriedly she pleasured her drooling pussy, it sounded as though Mrs Cake was racing towards climax with even greater haste than her.

Sure enough, within mere minutes Pinkie heard the giddy noises passing through their shared bedroom wall reaching a new level of intensity. Sharp squeals and whinnies from Mrs Cake's muzzle, and a deep grunting and slurping which could only have been the result of Mr Cake's eager efforts to please his wife. The party pony tried every trick in the book to keep up with them. She pummelled her clit as fast and firmly as her body could bear, and slid her hoof back and forth along the moist, trembling lips of her pussy with such urgency that she could feel herself spreading her own fluids all over her crotch, as far down at the base of her quivering tail. But no matter how desperately Pinkie Pie wanted to cum with her dear friends and employers, it simply wasn't going to happen.

Looking on the bright side of course, not cumming herself meant that Pinkie Pie was more or less coherent as she heard Mrs Cake's high pitched shriek of obvious orgasmic joy. Able to focus on and enjoy every last little quavering, frantic wail and gasp of pleasure to escape the other mare's muzzle. Giggling and blushing to herself as she considered checking how long Mr Cake's tongue was the next time the opportunity was presented.

"Ahh... oh my sweet treat. Look what you've done to me. My face is soaked."

Mr Cake's voice rang out soon after Mrs Cake had fallen silent. His voice was deeper than Pinkie Pie remembered, more sultry and sexy. It made her squirm, and the pace of her hoof upon her clit quicken once more.

Through the bedroom wall came the unmistakable sounds of wet, sloppy kissing. The very best kind in Pinkie's book. Then, after a momentary shuffling and some soft, passionate grunts, another pleasurable gasp from the married mare in the next room.

"R-remember the night we got pregnant?"

Pinkie's ears perked up. She'd heard hundreds of stories about the baby cakes, but this one certainly wasn't among them.

Mr Cake didn't answer with any words, just an excitable snort. His wife moaned happily.

"How many times did you breed me that night, my studly strudel? How many times did you make me cum... a-and how many times did I beg you for just one more. I... I didn't think it was possible to feel as horny, as needy, as in love as I felt that night."

Again the mare snorted with excitement, and her husband whickered with desire.

"But... now? Right here, t-tonight, with the house finally all to ourselves after so long..."

Pinkie squirmed with glee, one hoof upon her mouth, the other still grinding tender circles against and around her clitoris.

"...I feel like I love you, and like I need you, even more than I did back then."

It took all Pinkie's strength not to 'awwww' in delight at the Cakes' loving tenderness, and it was only a frantic grunt of pleasure from Mr Cake that drew her back from fantasies of sweet, tender romance to ones of carnal, erotic fulfilment. She bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation as once more she heard the Cakes shuffling around through the wall, and sure enough before long heard that tell-tale long, lingering moan of a mare being stuffed full of an ample portion of stallion shaft.

"Aa-ahhhhhhhh..."

What started with that single protracted moan of course did not end there. It was just the first of a rapid-fire string of countless moans and gasps as without any delay Mr Cake began to make love to his wife.

Together they cried out with all manner of simultaneously lewd and intimate affection for one another, clearly revelling in the opportunity to let loose and call out as loud and as free-minded as they wished in what they believed was the privacy of their own, empty home. They professed their devotion for one another, their adoration for their special somepony's heart, mind, body and soul. They begged each other to never let this feeling end, to keep the two of them like this for all time. For Luna to keep the moon high in the sky, so that they might fuck and hold one another for the rest of eternity.

Their ecstasy was incredible, and it was music to Pinkie Pie's burning ears as they raced towards the first of what would doubtlessly be many climaxes.

"C-cum for me... my cuddlesome churro!"

"Cum for me, sweet slice of heaven."

Pinkie whimpered through the hoof stuffed into her muzzle. If they were going to cum for anyone, they should cum for her. She was hanging on a knife's edge, and the only thing keeping her from collapsing into frantic, desperate rapture was the desire to share her orgasm with the Cakes.

They whinnied, cried out and moaned in passionate glee, the headboard of their bed slamming roughly into the pink earth pony's wall with the force of their bucking and fucking. Pinkie Pie meanwhile spent her every ounce of willpower trying not to do the very same. To behave entirely unlike her normal self, and keep all her energy, excitement and euphoria bottled up on the inside.

Finally, finally, it happened.

Pinkie Pie heard Mr Cake snort, and a deep, trembling moan escape his lover. A different kind of moan from her usual pleasure stricken gasps and cries. One of overwhelming emotion, of pure joy and pleasure all rolled into one. The kind of blissful relief which could only come from feeling your husband's cock flex and stiffen like solid iron inside you, pre-empting the immediate arrival of his long awaited orgasm.

Ear-splitting, mindless screams and snorts of rapture began to echo through the upper floor of Sugarcube corner as Mr and Mrs Cake began to cum, and Pinkie did so too alongside them. The married ponies revelled in one another's bodies convulsing around and within them, and Pinkie let herself go as she was surrounded by the joyous sounds of her friends and employers calling out to one another in adoring ecstasy.

The earth pony urgently rubbed at her clit as her pink pussy convulsed and throbbed, spilling out a sizeable quantity of her juices upon her soft, previously clean sheets. She thrashed and writhed upon the bed, but remained perfectly silent; allowing every last drop of her pleasure to escape not through her upper lips, but those which lay between her hind legs.

Pinkie's orgasm was so intense that in its wake she found herself slipping perilously close to unconsciousness, lying flat on her back with her limbs spread-eagled to the four corners of her bed and her tongue lolling out, panting like a dog. Indeed, she almost certainly would have fallen asleep right then and there were it not for a noise keeping her tied to this layer of reality. A rhythmic thumping, and a steady, desperately happy moaning sound.

In a sudden moment of realisation, Pinkie Pie slapped a hoof back over her muzzle to keep herself from gasping in stunned delight. Her ears wiggled, searching for the source of the sound, and sure enough...

"D-don't stop. Oh. Oh my c-cummy Cake. Again. Fuck me again. F-fill me with your cream."

Pinkie's brain buzzed instantly back into life, and her free foreleg dropped hurriedly back down between her legs once more.

They were still going. They'd just cum together, and yet somehow Mr and Mrs Cake were still making love.

Squirming in euphoric disbelief, Pinkie Pie began to tease her aching, dripping pussy once again. Determined not to be left behind a second time, and to enjoy this voyeuristic experience to its end... no matter how long it took or how many orgasms she had to endure in order to do so.

This night was turning out to be more than great. More than keen. More than awesome. It was turning out to be a veritable party for the Cakes and their pony voyeur. And that was saying something, because after all, there was no party like a Pinkie Pie party.

By Jeeves