"♫Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Pinkieeeeee
Happy Birthday to yooooooooouuuuuuuu!♫"
Pinkie Pie couldn't help but giggle at the sight of each of her best friends singing their own rendition of "Happy Birthday." Each of the five mares singing had their own style that made her smile: Twilight sang while looking at a sheet of music, making sure she was perfectly in tune; Rarity sang in a diva-like voice and lay across the table they were sitting at as if it were a piano; Applejack played an acoustic version of the song on her guitar, singing along as best as she could; Fluttershy whispered the song in her ear, and stopped whenever Pinkie giggled at the feel of the pegasus' breath tickling her ear; and Rainbow Dash played around with the lyrics and added a "cha-cha-cha" in between every line. Finally, they'd finished, and Pinkie looked excitedly at the cake poised in the center of the table. She didn't hesitate to pounce upon it and gobble down at least half of it in a minute.
"Uh, Pinkie?" The sound of Rainbow Dash's voice made her look up, mouth bulging with frosting and toppings.
The cyan pegasus held back a laugh and said, "I know it's your birthday and all, but can ya try and leave some cake for everypony else?" She gestured to the other four mares at the table, each of whom was trying not to show their desire for a bite of the treat that Pinkie Pie had almost devoured entirely.
The pink mare almost choked on the cake in her mouth as she swallowed it and gasped at the same time. "Ohmygosh, Dashie, you're right! I forgot to share!" She zipped to a nearby table, grabbed some plates, and zipped back at a speed that made even Rainbow Dash stare. Pinkie hurriedly scooped several large gobs of cake onto each of the plates and slid them across the table to each friend (she ignored the death-look she got from Rarity when her piece almost splattered on her body), then dove right back into the rest of the cake, not bothering to keep herself clean. The others watched her show of gluttony with nonchalant looks on their faces: they'd gotten used to her inexplicable ability to consume indefinite amounts of sugar without seeming to become sick or full, though her other physics-bending skills still had Twilight Sparkle searching through tome after tome to try and find some insight into Pinkie's lineage.
Pinkie Pie finished the cake in just over a minute, and lay in the center of the table rubbing her now-bulging stomach happily while her friends finally began to eat their own pieces of cake. Pinkie noticed their preoccupation, and took the time to think to herself, shutting her eyes.
Mmmm. That was good.
It was cake, silly filly! Of course it was good!
But not as good as what's back home...
Oh, of course not! But this was still pretty good. And I didn't even make it!
Pinkie put her exceptionally long tongue to use and licked the spare bits of frosting off of her face. She smacked her lips together and opened her eyes again when she heard the clink of five forks on five empty plates. She looked over at Twilight, who had her face deep in a checklist, one Pinkie guessed was made especially for her party.
Aw, Twilight, you shouldn't have!
Pinkie giggled, and Twilight looked up. The lavender unicorn checked off something on the list and said aloud, "Birthday song: check. Cake served: check. Cake eaten..." She looked at the platter that once held the enormous cake, now empty save for a smear of frosting and several crumbs. Twilight laughed and continued, "...check. Alright, next on the list is..." She quickly scanned the scroll before her, and looked up with a smile: "Party games."
Pinkie's eyes widened, and she bounced up onto her hooves, the bulge in her stomach disappearing in the impossible amount of time it took for her to do so. She began to vibrate with excitement, and locked eyes with a set-up game of Pin-the-Tail-On-the-Pony.
"Alrighty, girls..." she said, getting into a launch stance. Fluttershy, who was sitting in between the pink pony and the game, realized where Pinkie was headed, and squeaked before hopping out of her chair and hiding behind a laughing Rainbow Dash. She was just in time.
With an audible rocketing noise, Pinkie Pie blasted off the table and zoomed into the air. She landed flawlessly on the table that had been covered with various treats, presents, and games, and announced her motto to the world:
"LET'S PARTY!!!"
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Mr. and Mrs. Cake threw open the door to Pinkie Pie's room and dragged Pinkie inside. The pink mare appeared to be fading in and out of consciousness, and the married couple wondered how she had been able to make it back to the Sugarcube Corner on her own.
Mrs. Cake looked at the clock on her wall and read 11:45. She winced and turned to her husband. "I think we should just put her to bed," she whispered, and he nodded in agreement. The two earth ponies dragged Pinkie across the room to her bed and laid her on it as gently as they could.
Mr. Cake stared down at her. "I can't tell if she's awake or not..." he said slowly. His wife agreed with him and put a hoof on his shoulder.
"I still think we should leave her be, dear," she said. "She's had a busy day, and somepony as hardworking as her deserves a good, long rest. Besides..." She smiled and whispered the rest of her sentence into Mr. Cake's ear. The orange stallion's cheeks turned a bright shade of red, and he quickly made his way out of the room. Mrs. Cake stayed behind a little longer, and leaned over to kiss Pinkie Pie's forehead. She whispered a quiet "Happy Birthday" to the mare, then hurried out of the room to meet with her anxious husband.
Pinkie waited a full minute before she sat up in her bed. She listened silently for the sound of footsteps, but there were none in the residential areas of the Sugarcube Corner. Whatever the Cakes were up to, they were doing it downstairs. Her ear twitched at the slight sound of something bumping against the floor downstairs. Then there was silence.
Pinkie took a moment to think. She had actually felt tired when the party had ended, but not so much that she would be as exhausted as she had made the Cakes believe she was. Her theatrics had been flawless in the end. Only Twilight and she had been left when she had prepared to leave. She'd felt slightly guilty when she'd had to turn down Twilight's offer of a sleepover at the library ("Come on, Pinkie! Spike's spending the night at Rarity's, and I've already made a checklist!" "Sorry Twilight! I've gotta help the Cakes with a biiiiiiiiiiiiig order tomorrow!"), but what was waiting for her back at the Sugarcube Corner was too great of a present to miss.
Speaking of presents...
She grinned and got out of her bed, and as quietly and uncharacteristically as possible moved over to her closet. She stood a foot away from the doors to it, and felt her body tingle in anticipation for what was waiting for her on the other side. Finally, after checking once more that the Cake twins weren't hiding somewhere in her room, she slid open her closet door.
Oh yes.
The closet had been cleared out a week ago, when Pinkie had first thought of it. She laid out everything she'd needed to make sure she could keep it inside the closet. Then, finally, after working in secret for a full three days, she'd finished her project and let it stand proudly in the center of her closet, waiting for the day she would carry out her intent with it.
The cake stood at least three feet high. Each of its three layers sparkled with gemstone-like candies, varying from peppermints to small bits of taffy. The candies were cemented into the sides of the cake by thick, pearly white frosting that covered every inch of the decadent dessert. Wreaths of pink gel laced the cake, spinning and spiraling into intricate patterns and designs. Pinkie could almost smell the filling hiding inside each layer of her self-made present. Atop the cake rested a hat-shaped appendage that Pinkie herself had created, which she called a Gummy-Cap.
"Finally, we're alone." Pinkie's voice came out slowly and seductively. She took a step toward the cake and raised a hind leg to the door. "I'm sure you want this closed," she said. "Don't want anyone interrupted our... moment together." She shut the door with her hind leg, plunging the room into darkness for a second before a dim light lit up over her head. It barely lit the room, and set a tone that Pinkie Pie had seen in many of the romantic movies she'd rented over the course of the week.
"There. That's better." The pink mare slowly moved towards the cake, swaying her hips proudly as she eyed it hungrily. She circled her treat, looking it over and resisting the urge to smash her face into it. That would come, she knew, but not yet. First, she'd have her fun.
Pinkie stepped closer to the cake and ran a hoof along the top layer, building up a glob of icing on it. "You look perfect tonight," she whispered, drawing a smiley face in the icing. She pulled her hoof away and began to lick it slowly, shutting her eyes. She let out a soft moan with each lick, savoring the taste of the thick frosting. By the time her hoof was clean, she was panting slightly. She opened her eyes again and stared at the face on the cake. Her tongue was still sticking out of her mouth. Sliding it back into her mouth, she said, "And you taste so good..."
Pinkie moved closer to the cake. A foreleg wrapped around the top layer of the cake, and she brought it closer to her face. "I think I've waited long enough," she whispered, letting the scent of the cake intoxicate her. She felt something tingle inside of her, and it broke her.
Letting go of her seductive antics, Pinkie Pie pressed her lips into the cake, scooping off gobs of frosting with her tongue. She pressed her chest into the cake and felt icing rubbing into her fur. She giggled a little, but didn't pull away. Her other foreleg wrapped around the cake's middle layer, and she pulled off some of the candies that were placed around the edge of the cake. She put a piece in her mouth whenever she came up for air, and felt an enormous burst of pleasure heat her body as the cake rubbed into her body.
Her tongue hit cake. She moaned in pleasure as her tongue burrowed into the soft insides of it, pushing pieces of cake back into her mouth and down her throat. She came up for air occasionally, panting heavily and blushing. Her body was filled with an unbearable feeling of lust, and she buried her face into the cake again, moaning, "Oh Celestia, you're so moist!"
Her coat was stained white with the frosting she'd pressed on herself, and with each passing moment she felt more and more rubbing off onto her. She giggled softly, pulling away from her toy, and ran a hoof down her body, collecting the icing on it.
"Oh my, Delicious." She giggled again when she said its name; the hat had given her the idea. Her other hoof ran down her body, and she said, "You got me all messy." She rubbed her hooves wherever there was icing, collecting it all into two big globs on her hooves. "Oooh, it's everywhere!" she said, shutting her eyes and moaning as her hooves moved towards the lower areas of her body.
Pinkie's hooves stopped at her belly button. It took all of her willpower not to go lower. Every muscle in her body was telling her to let her hooves work her sensitive area, but Pinkie wanted to savor her private treat. She raised her frosting-covered hooves to her mouth and sucked on them slowly, again letting out soft moans occasionally. She felt a rising heat in her loins, and when she looked at the cake again she realized something very obvious:
I can't contain it.
With a gasp, Pinkie launched herself at the cake, sinking her teeth into the top layer. She squeezed it, pressing her entire body into it now, and felt her mouth break through to the pudding filling she'd put inside. Her moans were muffled beneath the large amount of pudding that was trying to enter her mouth. She began sucking down as much as she could, almost choking on it several times. A slurping sound became audible as the layer became less and less filled, and Pinkie gasped with pleasure at the feeling of cool pudding covering her face. Then she felt something different.
Pulling her head out of the now hollow cake layer, Pinkie looked down at herself. Almost unconsciously, her hind legs had slid around the base of the cake, and she could now see that her marehood was rubbing against the cake. She looked back at the layer she had busied herself with, and bit into it again. A hoof lowered itself past the cake and in between her hind legs, where it began to gently rub her swollen slit. Pinkie almost screamed with pleasure, and began to lick another layer of frosting off the cake.
She removed her hoof from in between her legs and let the cake do the work for her. Cool icing smeared against her burning hot sex, and Pinkie felt a pressure already beginning to build up in anticipation. She bit her lip, trying to hold in a scream of pleasure, and continued to furiously lick frosting from the cake. Not wanting her pleasure to end, she moved her marehood away from the cake, resisting the urge to lick the frosting off of it, and pulled away from the cake. She smiled devilishly at it, and turned around, revealing her rump to the cake. She briefly recalled the times at parties where colts (and even mares, sometimes) would come up to her and compliment her on her "fine piece of flank". Whenever she'd had sex, her favorites had always been the best at feeling her big, round butt, and she'd long since come to realize it was her home run.
Flicking her tail back and forth, Pinkie Pie brought a hoof up to her large pink rump and rubbed it firmly. She felt a rush of pleasure and moaned, pressing her hoof into the thick flesh of her backside. She stared at the cake lustfully, and moaned, "Oh Celestia, Delicious, make me scream!"
Pinkie shoved her rump into the cake, pressing her snout and forelegs into the ground as her lower body seemed to take control of her actions. She rubbed her rump along the cake, and the occasional brush of icing against her sex made her gasp. Small cries of pleasure escaped her lips as her rubbing became more heated, and she moved her hind legs further around the cake, letting her entire lower body be embraced by her love toy. Her tailed wrapped around the cake and pressed it harder against her flank, and she could feel her climax coming on.
Pinkie got up again, with some difficulty. She rubbed her butt, licking the icing of her hooves hungrily whenever she could. She continued to rub and squeeze her rump as she faced the cake again, this time pulling off the hat and pressing it against her face. She whispered to it: "Let's finish this with a bang, okay?"
Then she gave into her lust completely.
Her body was a blur, sliding against the cake as fast as it could manage. Pinkie had devoured the top layer of the cake already, and was burying her head into the second layer when the pressure began to build inside of her. She squealed with excitement, and said, "Oh yes! Now you get your extra frosting!"
She moved her free hoof down to her slit, and felt a blast of pure ecstasy rush through her the moment she began to rub herself. She panted and gasped as her hoof rubbed her icing-covered love-hole faster and faster. She squeezed the cake tighter, and felt a sudden rupture as the base layer opened up and let loose a flow of vanilla filling. It was cold to the touch, and when it fell in between her legs she reached breaking point.
With a scream, Pinkie Pie climaxed and let her juices spray onto the cake. She dug her hooves into the cake and tried to do anything to make herself go higher, lapping up filling from the unbroken layer and rubbing frosting over her body more. She shook as her back arched and hind legs clamped around the cake, squeezing more filling onto her. She shuddered as the orgasm began to subside, and she fell back onto the floor.
When she'd finally come down from her high, Pinkie looked herself over. There was hardly a pink spot left on her body, and her lower body was soaked with a combination of her own juices and the filling from the cake. She looked up at the cake, now half-eaten and slightly soggy on the bottom. Then she broke into a laughing fit that lasted several minutes. The pink pony stood up, still giggling to herself, and stumbled over to the cake, still a little weak from spending most if not all of her energy on loving it.
"Well, Delicious," she mumbled, pressing her lips to a part of the cake that still had frosting that had not been smeared on it, "it seems we've made quite the mess together. I hadn't counted on you being sooo good." She licked the frosting off, shivering as the sugar buzzed on her tongue. She sighed and tilted her head back, shutting her eyes. Pinkie felt an exhaustion spreading through her body, and she tiredly whispered, "I guess we'll just have to clean up, hm?"
The bubblegum earth pony looked back at the cake and licked her lips in anticipation. Now came the really good part...
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Mrs. Cake opened the door to Pinkie Pie's closet an hour later and chuckled at the sight of the pink mare curled up in a ball in the center of it, covered in frosting. She shook her head and turned around, trotting towards the bed to retrieve a blanket for her. "Oh Pinkie," she mumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's just never enough sugar, is it?"
Bringing the blanket over to the sleeping mare, Mrs. Cake found herself resisting the urge to snuggle with Pinkie. Looking down at the now-blanketed mass of pink hair curled into a ball, the baker thought she looked like a baby, sleeping peacefully after a long day of looking with wonder at the world. She noticed the empty cake pan next to the sleeper, and picked it up in her teeth, careful not to wake Pinkie up. Then she stepped out of the closet and moved to the door, flicking the light switch off with her tail as she exited the room.
Mrs. Cake closed the door to Pinkie's room and headed down the stairs towards the kitchen. On her way down, she noticed that the tin gave off a strangely foreign taste and scent. Years of baking with ingredients from all over the world had taught Mrs. Cake to recognize tastes instantly, but this one escaped her knowledge. Strange, she thought, tonguing the tin in her mouth slightly. Pinkie must be experimenting with new flavors. I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up starting her own candy shop someday. Then Carrot and I would really be in trouble! She laughed silently to herself and made her way into the kitchen.
Mr. Cake was still where she'd left him, staring up at the ceiling with a misty look on his face. A half-minded smile was on his face, and he had not moved to start cleaning up their mess like she'd asked him to before she'd gone to check on Pinkie. Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes again and dropped the cake pan in the sink. The resounding noise startled Mr. Cake out of his daydream, and he hastily got up and fetched a broom without a word. His wife suppressed a giggle.
She turned to the sink and began to wash the dishes. When she came to the cake pan, the strange smell once again made her pause. She thought hard about where she'd smelled it before. I know I know this smell...
Finally she shrugged and gave up. Squirting some dish soap onto the pan, she began to scrub it lightly with a sponge, until all spare crumbs, frosting, and odors had been eradicated from the dish. She set the pan aside, where it would be used the next morning for the first order of the day. Mrs. Cake looked at it for another moment, then shook her head. She began to clean another dish, thinking about the pink ball of fur covered in frosting upstairs.
Oh Pinkie. You'll always have another treat to enjoy, won't you?
