Pinkie Pie hummed happily to herself as she hopped through the streets of Canterlot. This was not an irregular occurrence; in fact, the pink pony could often be seen skipping merrily over the cobblestones, a jovial tune floating through the air in her wake that brought smiles to many of the passersby. On this occasion, however, the mare seemed to bounce a little higher, her smile just a bit wider than usual. Her excitement bubbled over as she continued her journey, each pony that crossed her path receiving a wave or nod from Pinkie. The more aloof unicorns of Canterlot repaid her joyful gestures with subdued greetings of their own, given more out of common courtesy than anything else, but many of the mares and stallions who had grown accustomed to the presence of the party pony smiled wide at the sight of her, greeting her with hellos and how-do-you-dos. Several even inquired as to her heightened joy, asking what had her in such an upbeat mood. Pinkie's only response to their questions was a light, airy giggle, followed by a widening of her already miles-wide grin, a twinkle sparkling in her light blue eyes as she hopped on towards home.
In her younger years, the pink pony had never imagined that she would eventually end up living among the sprawling streets of Canterlot; she had been quite content living with the Cakes in Ponyville and assisting them with the operation of Sugarcube Corner. The kind baker couple had been like her family since she departed the rock farm as a filly, and all her very best friends lived in the quaint little town that had been home to a great many adventures. When she could get away, Pinkie often took the train back to Ponyville, relishing the opportunity to run around her old haunts and catch up with her friends over flower sandwiches and hot cups of tea. As much as she enjoyed her occasional visits, however, at the end of the day, she always boarded the train returning to Canterlot with a wide smile of anticipation, one reason more than any other filling her with glee.
Joe.
The thought of her special stallion filled the pink pony with such joy that her heart nearly burst from her barrel as she maneuvered through Canterlot, the smell of sweet bread wafting through the buildings reminding her of what awaited only a few blocks away. The muscles in her face were stretched thin as they could be, her smile as broad as when she'd witnessed the Sonic Rainboom that led to her cutie mark. She practically floated along the scent trail, finally rounding the corner and jumping along the path that led to her home in this magnificent city: Joe's Donut and Pastry Emporium. Her heart leaped inside her when the simple sign that bore her husband's name came into view, matching her body's own motion as she closed the distance between herself and the shop in a few quick, excited bounds.
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Tuesdays were usually slow, but Joe had been surprised to serve a stream of customers for most of the day, his donuts and his darling's delectable delicacies disappearing from their shelves at a steady pace. He would have welcomed Pinkie's assistance on this oddly busy day, but she had departed for the doctor just after the morning rush, leaving Joe to fend for himself. The extra workload was nothing he couldn't handle, however, and even amidst the influx of customers, he found his mind drifting to thoughts of his wife and her well-being. She had scheduled the appointment only the week before, and had been strangely silent about her reasons for it, chalking it up to “a routine check-up” and reassuring him repeatedly that there was “nothing to worry about.” Of course, he worried anyway. Even now, as he swept up the lingering crumbs that dotted the floor, the sign hanging from the door handle making it clear to everypony outside that they would have to return the next day if they wished to partake of the foodstuffs inside, Joe found his gaze drifting toward the front door, expecting to see a two-toned pink blur that always managed to make his heart beat a little faster.
The incident involving the Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness, as well as the other desserts bound for the competition, had been a whirlwind of accusations, revelations, and confessions, finally culminating in a collaboration by the formerly feuding bakers to create a truly masterful culinary concoction that had earned them all a share of first prize. After all the dust – or, more accurately, sugar – had settled, the visiting ponies from Ponyville had elected to stay the night in Canterlot, and Joe had extended the offer to congregate at his donut shop, much like they had on the night of the previous year's Grand Galloping Gala. The six friends were more than happy to accept his proposal, and they had fraternized long into the night before departing for their accommodations in the city. The next morning, however, an unexpected guest had greeted him at the front door as he unlocked it in preparation for the day's business. He greeted the pink earth pony warmly, letting her inside out of both courtesy and curiosity.
His confusion was soon cleared up as the two ponies began to converse over a plate of glazed rings and two cups of hot coffee, her mug of the scalding beverage containing a great deal more cream than his. Only one or two customers stopped by the shop that morning, leaving him plenty of time to talk with the pink pony. “Talk with” was putting it a bit loosely, as most of their conversation consisted of the excitable mare apologizing profusely for several incidents the day before, from describing Joe's “Donutopia” in such a way that it became irresistible to one Mulia Mild, to consuming the vast majority of the dessert that the four bakers had made as a result of the destruction of their initial entries. Joe, much to his surprise, didn't find himself bitter or resentful about any of those events, and he was willing to forgive the pink pony. In fact, as she continued to talk, he realized he rather enjoyed the sound of her upbeat, excited voice; it was a stark contrast to his gruff exterior, and her personality, which could have come off as annoying to most, was refreshing to him. When their talk had ended, Joe gave Pinkie his address and a request to share recipes with him. After less than a second of pondering, the earth pony had given a wide smile and agreed, telling Joe her address as well before waving goodbye and bouncing out the door.
Their correspondence had started out as recipes. The pink mare gave him some outlandish donut ideas, formulated from her own experiments, and in return, he shared with her some creative cake combinations he'd learned from some of his Canterlot cohorts. While not all of her suggestions worked out (especially those involving kumquats), a few had surprised Joe, and after adding them to his menu, his shop's business had grown; she wrote him with similar news, saying that the Cakes were utilizing several of his recipes in new, exciting pastries at Sugarcube Corner. The recipes flowing between Ponyville and Canterlot were soon accompanied by personal letters, most of which started out as just simple greetings and inquiries about work and family. After several weeks, however, the recipes became the items of lesser importance in the mailboxes of the two ponies, and Joe eagerly awaited the arrival of each letter Pinkie sent. Considering how spastic and verbose she was, her writing was surprisingly eloquent, though often filled with odd tangents, and he quickly began to realize that tearing open the envelope with the return address of Sugarcube Corner and perusing the contents inside had become the highlight of his days. The suspicion began to creep into his mind that he was smitten.
That suspicion was put to the test when the two bakers arranged to meet in Canterlot, a little more than three months after the incidents surrounding the dessert competition. It was confirmed when the pink pony nearly tackled him in a gigantic hug as soon as she disembarked from the train. The rest of the day, the pair of ponies wandered through the streets of the capitol city, Joe pointing out various sights and landmarks while Pinkie hopped along beside him, her face frozen in an infectious grin. Eventually, the two of them ended up back at Joe's donut shop, and long after the last paying customer had gone home, Joe and Pinkie talked. Again, the mare did most of the actual talking, but the stallion was perfectly content to sit and listen, interjecting only on occasion, his head propped up on his hooves as he sat at the table and stared in awe at the pink pony that was regaling him with tales of her exploits in Ponyville. She was, in a word, entrancing. On occasion, she would pause her stories, sometimes in the middle of sentences, and simply stare at him, her blue eyes alight with a playful spark, before she continued, tale winding into tale as Joe sat and drank in every word.
Luna's moon hung prominently in the night sky by the time the unicorn escorted the pink earth pony out of the shop and to the train station in time for the late transit back to her own town. Her usual springy hop was replaced by a more normal walk, her body pinned up against Joe's side for “warmth,” though the night was quite temperate. More than once during the journey through the darkened Canterlot streets, he stole a glance to the mare beside him, and a smile crept onto his face as he relished each step before the accursed train would steal her away. Their wait at the station was not long, and all too soon Joe heard the shrill whistle pierce the still air of the Canterlot train depot, devoid of anypony but the two who stood side-by-side near the tracks. As the door opened and the conductor sounded his call to board, Joe sighed, but was taken by surprise when the pink pony suddenly pressed her muzzle into his, their lips meeting in a kiss that set off fireworks inside the donut vendor's brain. It was a short kiss, but Joe felt as though it lasted for a lifetime. Still not speaking, but wearing a sultry smile, Pinkie boarded the waiting train, but just before the doors drifted shut, she uttered three words Joe would never forget.
“See you soon.”
Some ponies frowned on their relationship, saying he was too old for her, even though only a few years separated them; others, mostly the Canterlot elite, expressed their displeasure in the possibility of a unicorn and an earth pony being together. Neither Pinkie nor Joe paid any heed to the naysayers. The letters continued, much more frequent now, their recipe exchange long forgotten. Visits by either pony to the other's town of residence also became regular, and Joe felt a deep ache deep inside him in the days between his face-to-face interactions with the mare he was falling in love with. The most pleasant surprise for him, however, was her reciprocation of those feelings, and both the excitable mare and the proud stallion soon realized that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
His proposal was planned out, thanks to some behind-the-scenes coordination from Pinkie's willing friends, and it took several seconds of the party pony literally bouncing off the walls of Sugarcube Corner before her answer was confirmed. Their wedding, held in Ponyville, was an exciting affair, given the fact that all six Elements of Harmony were in attendance, one significantly more elated than the other five. Fortunately, no random parasprite invasions or changeling attacks interrupted the ceremony, and the two bakers were joined in matrimony. Joe couldn't remember being happier in his life when he clasped the ring signifying their union onto the earth pony's hoof, and she, in return, slid her own ring over his horn. At long last, the pony he'd come to love over all those months was his bride.
Now, his countenance was one of concern as he set the broom down in the corner behind the counter, leaning it against the wall. He gave one more scan of the street outside, and seeing no poofs of pink, sighed and turned toward his back room.
“HI JOE!”
The frequency with which the pink pony appeared seemingly out of nowhere had allowed Joe to become somewhat accustomed to that tendency, but even though he'd been married to Pinkie for more than two years, her sudden appearance still startled him, and he gave a quick jump and a yelp of surprise as his vision was suddenly filled with pink. His shocked face quickly melted into a wide smile, and he said, “Welcome home, Pinks.” She threw her forelegs around him in a tight embrace, one which he gladly returned, and he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before asking, “How'd it go at the doctor's?”
Words began to spill forth from the mare's mouth at a rapid pace. “Oh, well, I got there and I had to wait a really long time, that was so boring, there were lots of magazines in there, but they were all from last year! I mean, what's up with that? All these other ponies were there, and I tried to say hi to them, but none of them said hi back, they all looked so sad and sick, but I guess that makes sense since it is a doctor's office. I was gonna throw them an impromptu 'Sorry Something's Wrong With You But It's Okay Because I'll Still Be Your Friend' party, but the signs said to be quiet and the nurse behind the desk looked really cranky, so I just sat and waited and waited and waited. Anyway, they FINALLY called me back, and the doctor asked me a bunch of questions, so I answered them all, and then he ran a bunch of tests! He looked at my mouth, my hooves, up my nose – that felt real funny – and all over the place, and when he was finally done, he sat me down and told me the most wonderful amazing spectacular news I've heard in a long long time!” She paused to draw in a deep breath, then leaped into the air as the joyous proclamation burst forth from her lungs: “WE'RE HAVING A FOAL!”
For a moment, Joe stood flabbergasted, his jaw hanging open slightly as he processed the information the beaming mare in front of him had just shared with him. He blinked twice. Pinkie's smile never wavered. At last, his brain finished its work, and the news settled in, bringing with it a magnificently large smile, almost rivaling the pink pony's own. He felt a laugh tumble out of him as he grabbed his wife in another hug, her own hooves wrapping tightly around his back as her body bobbed from side to side. Her excitement bubbled over into a high-pitched giggle, punctuated by snorts, that joined with Joe's own mirth and echoed through the empty shop. After the laughter died down, the unicorn clutched her as close to his body as possible, then rested his chin on the mare's cotton candy mane and whispered, “A foal.”
She nuzzled against his neck and whispered back, “A foal.” She pulled her head away and looked into his face, her blue eyes sparkling with joy. Every part of her was practically glowing with excitement. “Isn't that just the bestest thing in the whole wide world, Joe?” She fluttered her eyelids at him, tilting her head slightly to the side.
His hoof stroked the side of her face. “You bet it is, Pinks. I gotta be the luckiest stallion in all o' Canterlot.”
She smiled softly. “Aww, Joe, you're just so super-sweet.”
“Not as sweet as you, ya little cupcake,” Joe responded, nuzzling her face and eliciting a soft whinny from the pink mare. He pulled his head back to look her in the eye again. “So...whadda we need ta do now?”
“Ooh, ooh, the doctor told me that, too!” Pinkie answered, hopping a few inches off the ground. “He said I don't need to worry too too much until later on, but that I need to start watching what I eat or drink, so no more hard cider until this whole thing is through!” Joe chuckled; the pink pony hardly ever drank in the first place. She continued, “It'll be a few months before I need to start being super-duper careful about absolutely everything, but until then, it's pretty much business as usual!” She suddenly began bounding around the store counter, calling out in a singsong voice, “I've got a bun in my oven! I've got a bun in my oven!” She giggled, obviously enjoying her little joke, then repeated her happy chorus as she continued to hop through the shop.
Joe watched her excited leaping with a smile, waiting until she had completed several circuits around the counter and come to a stop in front of him once again – though she still bounced on her hooves like the floor was made of magma – before saying, “Well, we gotta start plannin' now, too. Gonna need ta find some space for the little guy-”
“Or gal!” Pinkie piped up.
“Or gal,” Joe conceded before continuing, “We'll hafta get a buncha supplies, like a crib, and diapers, and bottles, and all o' that stuff.”
“Oh, don't worry Joe,” the earth pony said, “we'll get all of that when the time is right. If there's one thing I learned from Mr. and Mrs. Cake when they had Pumpkin and Pound, it's to not stress yourself out too much when it comes to caring for your little foals! Actually, I learned a lot more than that, but that's the one thing I learned that seemed really important right about now, so that's why I brought it up!”
The donut pony chuckled again. “Yer right, Pinks. We'll cross those bridges when we get to 'em.”
The pink pony gave one of her trademark smiles. “That's the spirit!” Her voice suddenly lowered by nearly an octave, her tone sultry and alluring. “In the meantime, I thought of something we can do to...celebrate the good news.” Her eyes narrowed to a steamy gaze as she looked at Joe, her baby blues now twinkling with mischief. She leaned in close and whispered several sentences in his ear, the fact that nopony else was even inside the store making her quiet speech all the more interesting and unexpected. Her spontaneity was one of the things Joe loved about her, though, and as he listened to what she whispered, his eyes widened and a blush began to develop on his cheeks.
He really loved her spontaneity.
Several minutes later, Joe latched the door of their display rack shut, satisfied at its emptiness. Most of the various confections that hadn't sold that day were currently occupying a trash bag next to the rack, but a tray on the nearby counter bore several remnants of Tuesday's batches: two chocolate-glazed eclairs filled generously with cream, a single blueberry muffin, and seven powdered ring donuts. With practiced ease, Joe hefted the bag across his back and trotted out the back of the shop, depositing it in the appropriate bin. He walked back inside and performed a quick double-check of all the locks, ensuring that the shop was sealed off against intruders, then turned back toward the counter and reached out with his magic, levitating the tray from its resting place and into a floating position in front of him. Satisfied that all the items were secure, he opened the door to the stairwell and stepped inside, clicking off the lights before he left the ground floor.
Joe's Donut and Pastry Emporium was a two-story building. The bottom half served as the eatery where customers were welcome to sit and enjoy their purchases, but the upper floor consisted of modest living quarters for Joe and, more recently, Pinkie, with three moderately-sized rooms: a bedroom, a bathroom, and another room that was currently serving as an office of sorts. There were two inherent advantages to living in that space. First, the commute to work for both bakers consisted of just a few stairs. Second, after the ovens and fryers had run all day, the upstairs had a tendency to smell rather delectable. It was nothing fancy, certainly, but it served the needs of the two ponies; Joe wondered to himself as he climbed the stairs with the tray still suspended in front of him whether it would be enough when their foal arrived.
Our foal, he thought, the smile returning to his face. While he and Pinkie hadn't been trying specifically for a little addition to their family, the news still filled him with sheer excitement and nervous anticipation. His wife hadn't even begun to show signs of her pregnancy yet, and still, he found his thoughts wandering to the subject of fatherhood. As with most prospective parents, doubts and fears crept into his mind as he called into question his foal-rearing ability. Will I teach him (the child was exclusively male in Joe's mind, and would likely remain so until proven otherwise) the right lessons? Will I be a good influence? Will he want to be just like me someday? His smile faded into a look of contemplation as the nagging questions circled through his brain, and his hooves carried him almost on their own to the door of his bedroom.
The questions evaporated quickly when he opened the door and looked up. Pinkie had gone upstairs ahead of him, allowing him time to clean the shop, but from the look of it, her hooves had not been idle at all. On top of the dresser on the left side of the room, a half-dozen candles flickered, providing the room with a soft glow that was just enough to illuminate the entire space. Atop the bed lay Pinkie, positioned on her side in a seductive pose, her elbow resting on the pillow as her hoof held up her head, which bore a grin laced with mischief. The rest of her was laid out flat, but instead of the usual pink coat, Joe's eyes beheld something different entirely. She'd told him about her adventures in Appleloosa and the surrounding countryside involving the pony settlers and their feud with the buffalo tribes over the apple orchard; she'd even shown him the outfit she wore during her attempted musical peace treaty, but he'd never seen her wear it...until now. His heart sped up to a rate that was surely hazardous to his health as he drank in the sight of her fishnet leggings, her flowing skirt, and the single feather that stood out dark against her bright pink mane. Her grin widened as she saw him enter, and she beckoned with a hoof, giving her husband a wink and asking, “Do you like it?” A slow nod was his only response. She giggled and said, “Well, I figured I'd wear it in celebration of the good news, since in a few months, I won't be able to fit in it.”
Joe absentmindedly levitated the tray of pastries onto the nightstand next to the bed and strode forward slowly, deliberately toward the awaiting mare, who turned her body and swiveled around so that she was crouched down and facing him, her legs tucked into her frame. As soon as he was in range, Joe leaned forward, bringing their heads together in a kiss. Ever since their first kiss at the Canterlot train station, every time his lips made contact with those of the pink pony, an image of exploding fireworks came to his mind, and his mouth experienced a similar sensation, tingling with ecstasy. This night was no different, and the stallion soon felt a familiar lick at his lips. He didn't tease, parting his lips and pressing harder against his wife's head as her eager tongue began to circle around each nook and cranny of his oral cavity, licking around his teeth and gums and rubbing vigorously against his own pink organ, which he was content to leave inside his own mouth for now. The familiar taste of sugar spread throughout his mouth as her saliva coated him, her tongue finally receding back into her own mouth as she pulled her head back, breaking their contact.
There was an odd look on her face when Joe opened his eyes again; her mouth was still curled up in a smile, but her blue eyes had a faraway gaze. In a voice barely more than a whisper, she said, “Joe...why do you love me?”
He froze for a moment, studying her expression for anything indicating that she was kidding or playing around, but he saw only seriousness. With a sigh, Joe stepped up onto the bed beside her, the frame squeaking from the extra weight, and lay down, his body pressed next to hers and his foreleg draped across her withers. She nuzzled her head against him. For a moment, he was silent, his mouth waiting for his brain to process his response. Finally, he began to speak. “You remember the first time you came in the shop, Pinks? The night o' the Gala?” He felt her nod against his body. “I knew there was somethin' special 'bout all o' ya, considerin' it's not every day Princess Celestia herself comes trottin' in my door to chat it up with a bunch o' mares. I was blown away by her showin' up, but I still saw one pony in particular that caught my interest more than any o' the others. She had a dress that looked like a bag o' candy and a smile that didn't fade all night, an' I thought to myself, 'That's one odd little pony.' I didn't realize it then, but you...you stuck in my mind that night.
“It wasn't 'til the whole dessert competition that I really started ta notice you. Even though that cake wasn't yours, you still tried your best ta guard it, an' even had an investigation when it got chewed on. I was concerned 'bout my Donutopia, sure, but the more I watched ya, the more I saw how big your heart was, carin' for a cake like it was yer own foal an' bein' so willin' ta forgive yer friends after they fessed up. Not everypony would do that.” With a soft chuckle, he added, “An' I gotta say, ya looked real cute in that bowler hat, too. The whole night, when you gals were back in here just like on Gala night, I'll admit, I was stealin' glances over to yer table so's I could get a peek at ya.
“What really got me thinkin' there was somethin' special 'bout ya, though, was when you showed up at the shop the next mornin', askin' fer my forgiveness. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd done wrong by me, but it was then that I saw how big yer heart really was.” His hoof absently stroked her side as he continued, “I've always tried ta do right by ponies, treat 'em fair an' square, just like my old stallion taught me. But you, Pinks? I've never met anypony, mare or stallion, that cared enough ta come back an' apologize fer somethin' I thought was no big deal. It made me feel...well, amazin', when ya did that for a donut salespony ya barely knew. You showed me how much a pony can really do for another pony ta make 'em happy...an' I think that's when I knew I was in love.” He raised his head up and let her nestle her head underneath his chin, the purple feather in her hair brushing against his cheek as he embraced his wife.
After several seconds of silent cuddling, the pink pony beneath Joe spoke up. “It's my special talent, making other ponies happy.” He nodded in acknowledgment as she continued, “And it always made me feel super-duper good to see the smiles on their faces. But when we started to write those letters back and forth, I felt a whole new kind of happiness inside me when I realized who you really were. Twilight said on the train that you were 'big, gruff, and messy,' and you might look like that at first glance, but I got to know the Joe behind all that other stuff, and it turns out, he's nice and super-sweet, and even a little sensitive. Deep down, I saw that you're just like me: you just want to make other ponies happy, whether it's with your delicious donuts or just being extra-nice to everypony else, and plus, you're a really, really good baker. The more I thought about it, the more I knew that you were the perfect match for me.” She nuzzled against him a little harder. “And I already knew why you loved me, silly...I just love to hear you say it.” Pinkie bent her head up, bringing their lips together once again.
Joe sank eagerly into the kiss, his tongue soon tangling with the pink pony's and absorbing her sweet taste through his mouth, filling his mind with comfortable bliss at her familiar essence. His hoof slid from her side, along the smooth fabric of her dress, to the back of her head, ruffling her pink mane as he pushed her head closer to his, eagerly reveling in her closeness. Their jaws moved in synchronous motion, locked as they were in passion, while inside their entangled mouths, both ponies' tongues continued their wrestling match. The fight for oral dominance was finally called a draw when Joe and Pinkie pulled their heads back, a strand of saliva between their lips the only external evidence of their contest. For several seconds, the two ponies were content to catch their breath, the stallion staring deep into his mare's eyes as a familiar fire lit inside him.
The pink pony's face suddenly exploded into a massive grin, and with surprising strength, she pushed against Joe's side and rolled him onto his back, his hind legs splayed out and his forelegs tucked close in to his barrel. She sprang over the top of his prone form, her head positioned above the space between his hips, and shouted, “Now let's get this party started!” Joe looked down to see that his member had begun to peek out of his sheath, and he blushed slightly as Pinkie looked down at the beginning stages of his arousal. In a singsong voice, she chirped, “Come on ou-out!” and bent her head down, her tongue snaking out from her mouth and giving his fledgling erection a light lick. The stallion shuddered at the first contact with his sensitive skin, and he felt his growing member twitch under the eager mare's ministrations as she licked up and down his hardening cock.
Soon, he was standing at full attention, his shaft gleaming in the soft light thanks to a generous coating of his wife's saliva. She grinned widely at him from behind his stallionhood and said, “Looks like you're good to go, Joe!” Instead of taking any further action involving his member, however, the party pony instead nodded her head toward the tray of pastries that still lay on the nightstand. “Could I have those delightful donuts now, sweetie?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. Joe, who had nearly forgotten about the baked goods in their bedroom, once again hoisted the tray in the air with his magic, levitating it onto the bed next to where Pinkie stood with her same silly grin. Once the tray had settled onto the covers next to her, she picked up one of the powdered rings in her hoof and looked at Joe, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now this is gonna be fun.”
Before Joe could ask what she meant by that, his body tensed with the sensation of a warm, fluffy pastry slipping around his erection and sliding quickly down to the base of his shaft. It was an altogether different feeling, one he'd never experienced before, and his mind was having trouble wrapping itself around the strange, incredible sensation of a soft baked good encircling his member. Just as quickly as he processed the information, however, he felt another spasm of pleasure rip through him when a second powdered ring donut joined the first, sliding down along his pulsating stallionhood to rest atop its counterpart. It was a markedly different feeling than intercourse with Pinkie; instead of a warm wetness encompassing every inch of his length, this was just a soft warmth emanating from the pastries, their temperature causing his to rise, both in his member and throughout the rest of his body.
The touch of the baked goods against his erection sent ripples of pleasure through him, which only increased in strength and frequency as Pinkie continued to slide powdered ring after powdered ring down his stallionhood. Finally, the seventh and final donut was around him, and only a couple inches of his length poked out from the thick, stacked pastries, the exposed part of his member flecked with specks of white sugar from each of the donuts. A constant stream of pleasure circulated through Joe's throbbing cock, and he inhaled and exhaled slowly as his heart rate increased. He gasped when Pinkie snuck her tongue out once more and gave his exposed head a pass with the flexible pink organ, sweeping up much of the powdered residue with one lick. She licked her lips and said with a smile, “You always taste sweet, Joe, but now you taste extra-sweet!” She bent her head down and gave him another lick, the remaining sugar disappearing into her mouth.
The addition of his wife's rough tongue rubbing against his stiff member caused Joe to grit his teeth as the pleasure wracked his body, and he groaned out, “Pinks...this is...amazin'...”
His words trailed off into gasps as she slurped his head once more. She looked into his eyes and said in a mock stern voice, “Well, you'd better get a hold of yourself, mister, cause we've only just begun!” With one final lick of the exposed inches of his stallionhood, the pink mare planted her front hooves outside Joe's hips, positioned her mouth over his member, and opened wide, slowly sinking down. Her lips weren't wrapped tight around his shaft, however; in a move that defied physics – a trait that Joe had ceased questioning a long time ago – Pinkie actually opened her jaw enough to encompass the entire circumference of the topmost powdered ring donut, clutching it between her teeth. She ground the pastry along his erection, moving upward this time, her tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock, until the donut finally popped off the top of his member. With a quick flick of her head, Pinkie tossed the treat into the air and snatched it out of the air with her teeth, devouring it in mere seconds.
Joe, for his part, was both dumbfounded and even more aroused than before. The sensation of the delicacies wrapped around his erection was still sending little waves of pleasure through him, starting at the point of contact and racing through his hips and barrel all the way up to his head, but he watched with rapt attention as the party pony widened her jaw again and sank once more onto his stallionhood, extracting the second donut in a manner identical to the first. The feel of the soft pastry rubbing against him was enough to make him shiver, especially when compounded with the mare's active tongue wetting the underside of his cock on her way back up. As she tossed the pastry into the air and caught it in her gullet like the first, he looked at his member and saw the five powdered rings still around him, the exposed section of his member once again sprinkled with a thin covering of white sugar. There's no way, he thought as Pinkie chewed and swallowed the pastry, then lowered herself to his erection again, her mouth impossibly wide.
The stallion quickly learned that doubting Pinkie's ability when it came to removing donuts from his stallionhood – a very specific talent, he had to admit – was second to none. The third, fourth, and fifth rings were all extracted from around his hard member by the same technique, each time the friction of the baked good against his stiffness and the wet trail of the pink mare's tongue sending a tremor through his spine and eliciting a moan from deep within the unicorn's lungs. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming. On the sixth donut, he felt the tip of his member bump against the back of Pinkie's throat, and he twitched involuntarily at the contact, nearly causing the mare to miss her target, but she recovered quickly and grasped the powdery pastry in her teeth, pulling it off him and leaving only one remaining at the base of his erection. As she polished off the second-to-last ring, Joe gasped out, “You...okay, Pinks?”
In response, she swallowed the last crumbs of the treat and said, “Doing just fine, Joe. This is so much fun!” She looked down the length of his shaft, her eyes fixating on the final donut. “And a real challenge, too! We're gonna have to do this more often.”
Joe nodded his agreement; this was a truly mind-blowing assault of pleasure. He stared in wonder at his stallionhood, traces of powdered sugar dampened by Pinkie's tongue leaving specks of white all down his length. The pink mare took a deep breath and opened her mouth once again, widening the orifice beyond the thickness of his member and positioning her head carefully above his erection before taking the final plunge, her tongue stroking against the underside of his shaft as she descended toward her final goal. He moaned softly as her breath enveloped his recently-uncovered cock with warmth much like he'd felt with the donuts encircling it, and he braced for the impact with the pink pony's throat once again. The bump of his head against her came, and this time, he kept from twitching, even as he felt it slide deeper into the depths of her mouth. His eyes went wide with disbelief when she lifted her head for the seventh time, a sugary donut clutched between her teeth and her ever-present smile beaming across her face. This time, however, instead of chowing down on the pastry herself, she tossed it toward Joe, who managed to snag it with his magic before lowering it to his mouth and taking a tentative nibble. The old familiar taste of a powdered ring greeted his tongue, albeit with a strange musky aftertaste. He swallowed the first bite and looked up at Pinkie. “That was...incredible,” he whispered.
No matter how much the party mare was smiling, she somehow managed to extend her grin when something new made her happy, and this instance was no exception. She gave Joe another wink and said, “Well, let's get you all cleaned up now. Can't have any of that sugar sticking around if we wanna have some real fun!”
As Joe took another bite of the donut, he let out a soft “Mmm...” of pleasure as Pinkie's tongue went back to work yet again, licking up and down his still-stiff member in gentle, even strokes, the last remaining traces of powdered sugar vanishing into her eager mouth with each slurp. He swallowed the final bit of the pastry as Pinkie completed her final circuit of his stallionhood, which was now coated with an even thicker layer of saliva and throbbing visibly with each beat of the stallion's heart. Joe was desperate to be satiated, but he watched and waited, unsure of Pinkie's next planned move.
His answer came quickly, as the pink mare stood up on all fours and stepped forward, her head now above his own. “Are you ready for the best part, Joe?” she asked with a sly wink.
“Sure am, Pinks,” the unicorn responded, his own features forming into a smile of anticipation. He bucked his hips upward out of instinct, probing to find his wife's entrance in spite of the dress she still wore.
She, however, stepped back and said, “Here, Joe, let me take care of that.” She reared up on her hind legs and used her front hooves to lift up the billowing skirt, revealing that the outfit underneath didn't cover quite everything. The unicorn stared lustily as her marehood was revealed to him for the first time that night, the folds of her entrance glistening with evidence of her own arousal and a thin stream of liquid running down the inside of her thigh down her leg. A hint of a blush passed across the pink mare's cheeks as she balanced on her hind legs above her husband, and she whispered, “Joe...do you wanna try something a little...different?”
He cocked his head in confusion. “Didn't we just do somethin' different?”
“Oh yeah,” the pink mare said, “and it was super-duper fun, but...there's something else I've always kinda wanted to try too, and since today is real special and everything, I was hoping you'd be okay with it too.”
The stallion wracked his brain, trying to think of what she could mean, but eventually conceded, “Whatever you wanna do, Pinks, I'll go along with it.”
She flashed a toothy grin. “Awesome! In that case, I need you to just close your eyes for a second. Ooh! But before you do, could you float over those yummy-looking eclairs?” The unicorn did as she requested, the cream-filled treats coming to rest in her outstretched hoof. “Thanks! Okay, now close you eyes, okie dokie lokie?”
“You got it,” Joe answered, and he sealed his eyelids shut, concentrating on the feelings that would soon envelop his stallionhood. After a few seconds, he felt soft flesh brush up against his sensitive head, and he gasped as the sensation of intimate contact rippled through him. He steeled himself, tensing his hips and preparing for the inevitable penetration. It came soon after, but it felt much different than usual: Instead of the usual warmth and wetness wrapping around his member, the inner walls of his wife gently milking his length for all it was worth, the overwhelming sensation of tightness grasping his cock pounded through him, and he felt Pinkie's weight lower onto him slowly and deliberately. His erection throbbed inside the tight passage, the friction much more intense than he remembered as he sank deeper and deeper into her. The familiar feeling of heat was there, but it didn't seem as strong; that, however was counteracted by how unbelievably tight and constricting her passage was this time around. Every blood-engorged inch of his stiff stallionhood felt like it was being pressed firmly by her inner walls, almost like they were clutching desperately at him to release right then and there, a reaction which he managed to suppress with a little effort. He clenched his eyes tight, focusing on the pleasure that steadily built in his head as Pinkie slide further down his cock, her own grunts and soft moans indicating the effort it was taking on her part to impale herself on his stiffness.
Finally, she paused, only a little more than an inch of his member left outside her passage. Her voice came as a breathy gasp. “Okay...you can open your eyes now.”
He did so, his vision first falling upon her face, which wore a strained smile. His eyes traced down her body, still clothed in her sexy dress, and finally fell on the area between her hips. Her hooves still held aloft the skirt, allowing him a perfect view of her most private areas, but his jaw fell open in shock when he was met by the sight of her lower lips, still sealed shut and leaking trace amounts of fluid down her leg. His cock, however, was still buried deep inside her, and with a gasp, he realized that he had penetrated her other hole. He gasped, and his stallionhood twitched, sending a fresh ripple of pleasure through him and causing Pinkie to twitch and coo softly. He said softly, “Pinks, you sure you wanna do this?”
She lowered her left front hoof to the side of his barrel, her skirt dropping over Joe's view of their intercourse and the slight shift of her body causing him to grit his teeth and groan as the grasp of her already narrow anal passage tightened around him a bit more. The eclairs still rested in her right hoof; Joe began to question her intentions with them. She looked down at him, her blue eyes giving away her answer even before she uttered it. “Sure I'm sure, Joe,” she began, her voice slightly strained. “I've always...wanted to try it...and tonight...seemed like a good time.” A brief look of concern flashed across her face. “You're...okay with it...aren't you, Joe?”
He paused for a moment, absorbing the feeling of her tight rear tunnel around his shaft, then said, “If it's something you wanna do, Pinks, then I'm all for it.” He gave a soft smile of encouragement, then added, “Love ya, sweet thing.”
She smiled back. “Love you too, silly-billy.” She tensed her hind legs and braced her left hoof on the bed. “Are you ready to go?”
“Whenever you are.”
The sensation of being still inside her compact space was one feeling, but to feel her tight passage grinding against his stiff erection as she began to slowly raise her rump back up was something else, and Joe released a moan as the sensation of friction coursed throughout his entire stallionhood, spreading rapidly to the rest of his trembling body. Atop him, Pinkie let loose her own cry of pleasure as she rose, his member releasing from her inch by inch. After several agonizing seconds, only about an inch of his shaft remained buried inside her, the tight walls grasping at what little cock there was left inside. The pink pony held that position for a moment, then sat herself down again, drawing out more oohs and groans of pleasure from both ponies as his stiffness filled her anal cavity once more. Joe's jaw hung open loosely, and his tongue lolled out from the side of his mouth as he reveled in the feeling of descending into Pinkie's depths again, the tightness not as uncomfortable the second time around since her body had adjusted to his size.
The mare gave a muffled moan, and Joe looked up to see that she had begun to make use of one of the eclairs, the other resting on the bedsheets beside her rear hoof. Instead of simply consuming it, however, the pink pony was fellating it, sliding it in and out of her moist mouth slowly. Her lips were wrapped around the pastry, leaving little stains of chocolate around the edges of her mouth as it slipped into her oral cavity, only to be pulled back by her hoof. He was so entranced by this delicious display that he was taken off guard when she started to move her hips again, the sudden sensation of the movement snapping him out of his reverie and causing him to gasp in pleasure.
Pinkie began a slow, steady grind with her legs, sliding up and down his shaft at an even pace while she gave the eclair a thorough blowjob, the rhythm of her hips syncing with that of her hoof as it slid the chocolate-covered pastry in and out of her mouth. Joe was still amazed at the tightness that encompassed his cock, though her anal passage became easier to penetrate after he had sunk into the mare several times. Each descent inside her brought with it a tidal wave of pleasure that reverberated through his loins, and the sight of her eagerly treating the eclair like it was his stallionhood only added to the feelings of bliss that coursed through him. He began to contribute his own motion to those of the pink mare, bringing his hips up to meet her as she descended from her apex and sinking back to the bed beneath him as she rose up. Soon, his thrusts and her movements were synchronized, his length penetrating her with increasing ease as she bounced in place atop the unicorn, soft moans and cries coming from a mouth filled with eclair.
The sounds of their lovemaking grew louder as they continued in their pattern, Pinkie at one point reacting so strongly to a deep thrust by Joe that she lost her hold on the eclair, which tumbled onto the bed beside her. He paused his thrusts for a moment, allowing her to bend over and retrieve the oblong pastry, before resuming with renewed vigor when she had successfully snatched up the chocolate-coated treat and given him a quick nod. The brief interlude had given him a chance to breathe for a moment, calming himself, and he found his second wind as he resumed his energetic intercourse. Pinkie, too, seemed to have regained some of her energy, and the height of her bounces increased as Joe continued to slam into her anal passage, the only sounds their hips slapping together and their cries of ecstasy as their coupling went on.
Their cacophony of cries reached a fevered pitch when Joe felt a tingling sensation beginning to develop in his balls, and he closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. Pinkie, on the other hoof, simply froze in place, her cry of elation dampened by the donut clamped between her lips. The unicorn growled through gritted teeth as he plunged into his wife's anal cavity with reckless abandon, planting his front hooves on her flanks as his movements reached a breakneck speed.
Finally, Joe could resist no longer, and he roared as his stallionhood erupted with spurt after spurt of hot seed, his cum spilling into Pinkie and quickly filling up the space of her anal passage, the excess semen leaking out of her anus and coating his length. In turn, the pink mare atop him let out her own scream as she too reached her peak, the only visible evidence a moistening of her skirt as a wave of juices poured out of her treasure. She bit down hard on the eclair in her mouth, the force of her teeth causing the cream inside to burst forth from both ends of the pastry; much of it flowed down her throat, while some shot out of the other end and splattered across Joe's face and neck. He continued to pump into her until his entire load had issued forth, finally slumping back down against the bed as he felt the slow dribble of cum run down the sides of his softening shaft. As Pinkie descended from the throes of her own orgasm, she collapsed on top of Joe, chewing absently on what remained of the eclair in her mouth.
For a while, the two ponies lay there, enjoying every moment of the afterglow after their frenzied, experimental session of lovemaking. Joe's member finally popped out of Pinkie's anus and flopped with a wet sound against his thigh, and he looped his foreleg around her and idly stroked her back, the smooth fabric of the dress soft against his hoof. Her barrel rose and fell with steady breaths in time with his own, and they looked into each other's glazed-over eyes, Joe finding nothing but love in those twinkling blue orbs. Finally, Pinkie spoke softly, “I know you're gonna make a great daddy, Joe.”
He leaned his head up and kissed her forehead softly, the feather from her get-up tickling across his horn. He whispered in her ear, “An' yer gonna be an amazin' mom, Pinks.” He held her close for a moment before asking, “Say, Pinks, I get what you wanted the donuts an' eclairs for, but what was up with the muffin?”
She grinned at him. “I was hoping we could split it once we were done, and we're done now, so...wanna split that yummy-nummy muffin?”
He chuckled and reached out with his magic, floating the remaining pastry from the tray over to where the two ponies lay entangled in each other's legs. With a quick twitch of his horn, he split the crumbly confection cleanly in two, setting one half in the pink pony's outstretched hoof and bringing the other half to his own mouth. In their candlelit bedroom, the bakers silently munched on the blueberry treat, Joe's thoughts drifting to the future and the huge change on the horizon that would bring another life into their little family. As he looked at the mare who lay on top of him, silently chewing her half of the muffin, he knew that although it was a big step, they could handle it. Any foal'd be lucky to live in a household that's got as much love as this one, Joe thought with a smile as he took another bite of the pastry, savoring every nuance of its taste just as he savored every moment of his life with the pink party pony that he loved so very much.
