Sexy Sparkles, Creamy Cakes

by Megapone

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Anthro, Romance
Length: 8594

To celebrate their anniversary, Twilight Velvet and Night Light share a night of swinging, shameless, kinky fun with their friends the Cakes.

To celebrate their anniversary, Twilight Velvet and Night Light share a night of swinging, shameless, kinky fun with their friends the Cakes.

Contains: Large/hyper endowments, swinging, MILFs, slight exhibitionism, foot fetish, excessive cum, and futa (for Velvet only). A commission for Mr. Ghostman. Coverart by Suirano, and found at Derpibooru ID 710196.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-27 14:50:01 UTC

Swingers' Tea Party

"More honey, dearie?"

Twilight Velvet smiled. "Yes, please!" She held out her cup for Cup Cake to take. "Goodness, though—everything you two touch becomes so wonderfully sweet!"

Carrot Cake chuckled. As his wife passed him by, he reached out to give her a loving squeeze on the rump. Mrs. Cake gasped, and then swatted his hand away—though not before an appreciative blush tinged her cheeks, both high and low.

"Oh, honeybuns," Cup Cake tittered, flushing. "Must you be so forward?" She bent over to retrieve the pot of honey; as she leaned forward, Night Light received a wonderfully complete view of her bare, chubby rump. Its cheeks were round, supple, and well-padded from years of taste-testing. The sway in her step only made them bounce all the more; as she passed his place on the loveseat, Night Light could feel a generous rush of blood to his crotch.

A more outgoing daughter had been just one of the gifts of Twilight's move to Ponyville. Night Light and his wife had been more than happy to welcome her new friends as members of the family, but the small town of Ponyville had presented them with an entirely new social world. It had been on Twilight's birthday last summer that the Velvet couple had made their way to an inauspicious bakery to pick up the eclairs their daughter so loved—and it had been there, at Sugarcube Corner, where they had hit it off with the couple that owned the place.

Night Light smiled to himself as he leaned back in his seat. He took a sip of his tea and swished it around in his mouth. The great chefs of Canterlot didn't make blends nearly half as delicious as these—nor, he thought, watching the sway of Cup Cake's bare tail with considerable approval, were said chefs anywhere near as attractive.

Carrot Cake chuckled. With one hand holding his own teacup, and another squeezing his thigh, he gave his curvaceous wife a wink. "Oh, don't mind me, dearie," he said. "It's just hard to ignore it when two chubby honeybuns come bouncing along in front of me."

"And I do wish I knew how you kept your figure, Mrs. Cake." Twilight Velvet accepted her sweetened tea from Cup Cake with a smile. Her own bare thighs gleamed in the soft light of the living room; her coat had been washed and brushed to a perfect shine. "I've never seen such perfect volume!"

Night Light couldn't help himself at that. "Never?" he murmured. He leaned into his wife's side and slipped an arm around her back. Feeling the muscles of her lower back shift beneath his forearm, he took a generous handful of her own ample rear and began groping it shamelessly. "Darling, have you ever looked in a mirror?"

Velvet laughed. "You old pervert." She leaned in for a kiss—which he took gladly. Their lips met, tongues twirling playfully together. His groin pulsed at the touch of her nipples to his pecs, the heavy weight of her bare breasts a hair's width from his naked chest.

When they pulled apart, Night Light was breathing a bit heavier. He noticed a droplet of saliva at the corner of his wife's cheek; gently, he lifted a finger to brush it away.

Across the coffee table, Mrs. Cake had just taken a seat beside—or, rather, on top of her husband. As nude as the day she'd been born, her only cushions were Mr. Cake's slender thighs, and her own great rump-pillows. Carrot Cake sighed aloud as his wife sat atop him, and Night Light licked his lips at the sight of that wonderful rump melting over the other stallion's crotch. He gave his wife's ass an extra-saucy squeeze.

When Velvet's gaze fell back on Mrs. Cake's well-endowed form, the homey bakery mare couldn't help but squirm in embarrassed delight. "Well," Cup Cake said shyly. She reached up a hand to brush her coiffed magenta mane back over her shoulder, and smiled when her husband reached a hand around to her plump tummy. "Lots of taste-testing certainly doesn't hurt."

"Good food makes for a good relationship," Night Light observed. He gave Carrot Cake a wink; the taller stallion had begun to fondle one of his wife's rotund breasts, his pointer finger gently circling around her protruding nipple. Grinning, Night Light added, "Not to mention—from the evidence of your lovely wife, at least—a good figure as well."

Carrot Cake said, "Oh, yes—", though not before Velvet beside him had leaned in and, her teeth nearly touching the edge of his ear, murmured, "And you haven't seen a good figure anywhere else?"

A rosy tinge touched Night Light's cheeks. He met Mr. Cake's smiling eyes, and his grin widened into a saucy-looking smirk.

"Of course I have," Night Light murmured to his wife. He leaned in toward her and reached around her slender waist to the weight resting in her lap. His own stallionhood was half-hard by now, his balls smooshed between his thighs, but his wife was still mostly flaccid. With a low, throaty chuckle, he gave her soft cock a gentle stroke. Velvet gasped—and Night Light drew her closer into his side. With one hand circling half her girth, and the other moving in to begin kneading at the lovely, petite testicles sitting beneath it, he allowed his shoulder to grind against his wife's side as his breathing grew lower and more suggestive.

Huskily, he added, "Don't I wake up to the image of perfection every morning at my side?"

"O-ooh." Twilight Velvet's shoulders shivered. Night Light's wrist twisted around her shaft, and his fingers began to push in small circles against the flesh of her cock. Slowly, steadily, his wife's mast began to rise, engorging itself with her arousal until it was hard enough to throb against the fold in his palm. "Y-you flatterer."

"Oh, and isn't that just the most important part of a marriage?" Cup Cake giggled as Carrot Cake gave her breast an extra-hard squeeze. "A colt that makes you feel—ooh, beautiful?"

Twilight Velvet blushed. Her cheeks, usually a pale lavender, deepened in color to a hot scarlet. A fresh pump of her husband's fingers around her length let a moan slip from her lips—and Night Light's smile deepened.

"O-oh, certainly." Velvet had begun to pant softly; as she shifted in her seat, Night Light savored the gentle squish of her rump against the cushions of the love seat. His thigh pressed tightly against hers; as his hands continued to stroke her thickening length, he savored the ways in which she squirmed, whimpered, her arousal visibly heightening with each circle his thumb drew around her base. Their eyes met, and Night Light saw the hunger there, the arousal, and—always—the love.

He gave her cock a quick squeeze, and she gasped. So easy she was to wind up! To wrap around his finger, to squeeze and stretch, to tease until her back was arched and saliva trailed from her panting lips. It was rather like owning his own little wind-up toy.

As it reached the end of its journey to hardness, Night Light's own shaft slapped wetly against his chest. He exhaled sharply, then grinned. Velvet's gaze caught his own once more, and the two smiled together.

Then again, if he did that to her...then what she did to him was only twelve-dozen times greater.

"Excuse us—" "Excuse me—", the two unicorns said together. Night Light's blush deepened to match his wife's, and the two hesitated before chuckling together.

Night Light spared a glance for their hosts. "We'll just take a moment to, ah, freshen up in the kitchen. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, dearies," Mrs. Cake said. She shifted her weight atop her husband's crotch; by now, Night Light could make out the long, slender flare of Carrot Cake's member bending out from behind her back. Mr. Cake's hand was buried deep between the thick, luscious plush of his wife's thigh, his fingers already knuckle-deep into the peach-colored fuzz of her marehood. "Do bring us back some cream, though—this tea could do with a bit of thickening."

"Of course," Velvet said cheerfully—and stepped into the kitchen. Night Light followed eagerly after, his heavy erection slapping against his legs with every step.

It wasn't even seconds after the wall dividing kitchen and living room slipped between them that Night Light took his wife around the waist and thrust his throbbing shaft between her thighs. Velvet gasped—and then moaned, her ears turning pink as Night Light nibbled on one lobe.

"Y-you incorrigible stud," Twilight Velvet groaned. "Couldn't keep it in your pants for—even six minutes."

Night Light purred into his wife's ear. His nuts, fat and heavy with his seed, slapped against the backs of her thighs as he pumped his member between her matronly, luscious legs. "What pants?" he asked innocently. "The ones we took off at the front door?"

Velvet sucked in a breath as his hand found her cock again, his fingers wrapping around the meaty base of her shaft. "Sex-addled lug," she cooed.

Night Light's grin tugged at his muzzle. "Horny old mare," he shot back. He thrust his cock between her legs again; though her length was impressive, his was near half again as long. With his meaty shaft clenched tightly between his wife's thighs, their flares came out nearly even a foot and a half in front of Velvet's crotch. Her cock rested upon his, a thick rod of feminine virility weighing atop a pillar like slab of maleness. When Night Light thrust his hips playfully forward again, he felt his wife's own balls slide wetly across the skin of his shaft—and then, grunting, felt her legs squeeze around his engorged member as if juicing a particularly fat lemon.

"Old?" she hissed, playfully. He grunted again, and a wicked smile played across her lips as she turned her head to face him. There was the face he'd fallen for—the eyes, so full of intelligence, so alive with mischief. His wife's cheeks dimpled, and she slid a hand around his taut rump even as she pivoted her weight across his erection. A grunt mixed with a moan as Velvet fondled his muscled rump; though well into the advent of middle-age, Night Light had never seen any reason to let his body go to waste. Tight glutes flexed and rippled beneath his wife's manicured fingernails, her thumb stroking gently across the divide between hip and waist.

Velvet's smile turned serpentine. "You've two full years on me, dear," she murmured. Her hand spidered its way up around his waist, across his taut stomach, and finally to the neat cleft between his pecs. Humming, she traced one finger lovingly around a stiff nipple. "Compared to you, I'm the picture of virility."

"And that explains, I'm sure," Night Light rumbled, "why you looked ready to paint the Cakes' living room white?" His hands slid more tightly around her waist, and he began jerking her off once more. Velvet's lips parted, and her tongue lolled gently as he moved to fondle her weighty, though delicate balls. He chuckled. "Though I'm sure I'm not much better."

"O-ooh," Velvet moaned. Night Light gave his shaft another thrust between her legs, making her own stallionhood bounce atop his larger, girthier rod. She squirmed in his grip—but fell still, only barely shivering, as his tongue licked wetly across her cheek. "N-Nightie..."

"What's that, sweetie?" Night Light's finger drew gentle circles around Velvet's nutsack. He took a deep breath of her scent, and felt her sweet smell set fires burning within his chest. This was what love was—pure, unadulterated desire, paired with adoration for the only mare he'd truly loved. "Would you like me to take some of the edge off?"

Velvet nested against the crook of his shoulder. He could feel the throb of her cock, even as he felt the steady beat of her heart against his chest. "Yes, please."

He chuckled. "Although," he said, "perhaps we shouldn't leave our generous hosts cold and lonely for too long."

Velvet whirled on him, brow set, and eyes burning. "Fuck me," she growled. "Or I will snap that cock of yours in two."

"And what if I—"

He never had the chance to finish his sentence. Before he knew it, his wife had seized him in both hands, pivoted her weight against his, and pushed the two of them to the Cakes' kitchen table.

His shoulder blades hit the soft wood of the table with a thump—and then, before he could rebalance his weight, his wife was upon him. Velvet's breath was hot, heavy, ragged, her great breasts heaving as she pressed down against him. Their lips met, and Night Light savored each drop of his wife's taste. Their tongues danced—and so did their erections, Night Light's fat mast of a cock rutting its way between his wife's voluminous tits and his own well-defined pectorals even as Velvet humped his engorged meat like a colt in breeding season.

Their mouths pressed together, hands roaming across each inch of exposed skin. Night Light groped his wife's ass; she slid her hands across his thighs and thrust, moaning aloud as her balls slapped against his own swollen ballsack. Their tongues wound together, and the two lovers entwined, bodies pressed so tightly together that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

Not thirty feet away, in the living room they'd just left, Mr. Carrot Cake let an ear perk up at the sounds of moaning echoing from his kitchen. His large erection pressed heavily into his wife's plump stomach, and he spread his legs a little wider to allow Cup Cake some breathing room beneath the fat ballsack that had been resting atop her muzzle. "Goodness," he said, grinning. "Certainly sounds like they're having fun, don't it, sweetiebuns?"

"Oh! Isn't that just like you," Mrs. Cake huffed. "Stopping pleasing your wife for a bite of voyeurism. Well, I'll tell you Mr. Cake—you—ooh."

Carrot Cake smiled around the tongue sticking out of his mouth as his wife's approving moans slid into his ears. Positioned upside-down across her, his feet were spread a few inches away from her head, with his chin only inches above her wriggly little toes. With a heady flush to his cheeks, he bent back down and gave a long, loving lap to her clean, chubby sole.

Cup Cake giggled, squirming beneath him as his rough tongue licked across her foot. "You—deviant, Mr. Cake!"

"Can't I love my sweetiepie's little feet?" Mr. Cake said. He blew a wet raspberry against the ball of her right foot, and she wriggled delightedly beneath him. His engorged cock, not quite as thick as Night Light's, but a good two inches longer, was engulfed completely in the chubby, wobbling flesh of his wife's stomach. She might not have had the extra equipment that Mrs. Velvet had—oh, no; that was a fun all its own—but to Carrot Cake, his wife's squat plumpness and rosy cheeks were all that he'd ever wanted—all he'd ever needed, really. He grunted softly as he thrust his cock across her belly once more; with his height, he could easily stretch out across her and worship her wriggling little toes even as his musky ballsack teabagged her snuffling muzzle. And her stomach—her breasts, so fat and heavy and plump—was like a pillow-rest for his cock, cradling it like a cushion made of clouds.

(He'd wondered, once in his youth, what it might feel like to rut a cloud. Pound Cake's birth had made him pause to think about the idea once again—but if he had any guess, it would likely not be too far off of grinding his throbbing meat against his wife's wonderfully padded belly.)

Another lick across Cup Cake's flexing sole drew another giggle from his wife. Carrot Cake grinned widely—then drew in a sharp breath when his wife's weight suddenly rocked to the side, tumbling him from his place atop her.

With a soft thump, Mr. Cake landed back-first onto the carpet—and a beat later, his curvy wife slid right on top of him. Her fuzzy pussy teased him, tantalized him; the peach-fuzz of her snatch made his cock ache, and he licked his lips at the sight of a droplet of wet arousal slipping down the inside of her thigh.

He opened his mouth—and shut it when Mrs. Cake shushed him. "Now, you just sit tight, Carrot dear." Her plump cheeks dimpled, and the kindly, motherly light in her eyes left his chest bursting with warmth. "I know what you like."

With a soft grunt, she switched her direction, slinging one thigh across his gangly legs and pivoting until her front was facing away from him. Mr. Cake's cock throbbed at the sight of her ass: so large, so round, so plump. Mrs. Velvet's rear was lovely, and he certainly held a healthy amount of respect for Night Light's toned rump—but neither could possibly compare to the great, rolling mounds of flesh now rolling over his prone lap.

A shiver of pleasure went down Mr. Cake's spine, and his erection shuddered with glee as his wife's great cheeks slowly enveloped its girth. Cooing softly, Cup Cake began to rock her weight from front to back, then back to front. Each motion made those tremendous asscheeks wobble and ripple, those great, plush pillows looming in Mr. Cake's vision even as his trembling black erection towered a full two feet above his head.

He moved his hands forward to grope at that magnificent booty—but Cup Cake swatted them away with a huff. She hadn't even bothered to look back at him!

"Now, now," she said. "Hands off the merchandise, dearie!" They chuckled together. "Let the good baker show you around."

Slowly, she leaned her weight forward. Carrot Cake drew his legs together to give her a comfortable place to rest her torso, and smiled at her pleased little sigh. Her well-padded breasts, more than enough to fill out two or three bras for any normal mare, and well-used to provide nutrition to their hungry little foals, oozed over his shins until her titflesh was nearly brushing against the carpet. She let out a cute little "oof!" as she finally set down upon her belly, her wonderful little pot-gut rolling out across her husband's knees to cushion her descent.

Yet her rump never moved. Each cheek, nearly a foot in diameter and plump enough to make Celes—

—a very well-endowed mare—

—jealous, kept its firm grip around Carrot's lengthy shaft, for all that their wobbling mass only swallowed up half of his length. The rest of his erection poked far up above the two of them, his monstrous length shuddering with barely-contained arousal as the first droplets of precum oozed down his thick black girth.

Mr. Cake was only halfway through his blush for near-blasphemy when he felt something smooth, cool, and soft press up against his flare. He groaned, his head tilting back—and, through a sliver of his vision, caught sight of his wife's chubby little soles gently kneading his quivering cock between them.

"Such a pervert, Mr. Cake," his wife murmured. Her voice was muffled, but the sound of it made his ears sing with love. "Do you like this? Making your wife wrap her little footsies around your yummy eclair and rub it like dough?"

His head rolled across his shoulders, and he moaned aloud. "Y-yes," he whimpered.

He could hear her smile. For all her size, Mrs. Cup Cake was a civilized, dainty flower of a mare, and her wonderful feet treated his "eclaire" like a favorite customer.

"Oh, I don't know," Cup Cake wondered aloud. She giggled nervously. "What if the neighbors found out? Oh, dear—came in and saw little old Mrs. Cake pleasing her husband with her toes?"

Said toes wrapped fiercely around the ridges of his flare. Mr. Cake's breath caught in his chest—and he wheezed it back, his hips jerking, and his cock thrusting and throbbing between his wife's rump as she slowly released her grip.

Unable to stop himself, he grabbed hold of her soft, doughy ass—and this time, she didn't stop him. Her chubby thighs, with all the grace and flexibility of a gymnast, arced over his chest until ending in her plump feet. The balls of her feet were now stroking against a protruding vein, just a half-foot above his medial ring. Mr. Cake nickered, snorting and thrusting as his wonderful wife pleasured every inch of his impossible-to-hold member.

His eyelids flickered. O-oh, he could already feel himself getting closer—

"Ooh!" Twilight Velvet cried. Back in the kitchen, her spine was arched, her thighs splayed on either side of her husband's legs. Her mouth was slightly agape, a thin line of saliva trailing from her top lip to her tongue. She trembled, shuddering with barely abated pleasure—and then twisted, slamming her rear right back over her stud's fat, throbbing manhood.

"Oh! Oh! Ooh!" Velvet's tongue lolled past her lips as she rode Night Light like a carnival ride. Her own large erection smacked between her breasts with every down-thrust; she was fully hard, and her cock was drooling a river of precum no doubt easily matched by the flood of Night Light's arousal inside of her. A glimmer of deep cerulean magic gripped her rod tightly, its sparkling aura pumping up and down her length with the care of a practiced, comfortable hand. Pinned beneath her, Night Light felt his horn pulse with magic as he jerked her off to the rhythm of her pounding on top of him.

He groaned aloud, and squirmed with pleasure. The tip of his member felt like it was prodding against her womb already. It had been twenty years since their last foal, but she still felt as fertile as the time he'd first fallen asleep inside of her. F-fuck! His hips bucked, and his breath caught. His wife had been taking his not-inconsiderable length for years, and she still felt as tight as their first date!

"H-honey," he groaned.

Velvet's moan turned to a snarl. "Shaddup!" she grunted. She squeezed her thighs together, just enough to begin squeezing his grapefruit-sized balls in a vise. Night Light choked—and his wife's grip relented. Still, she didn't let up the ironclad grip she had on his cock, keeping his rock-hard member stuffed into her pussy as she slid herself up and down his length. "I'm riding a professional stud. And it is not a stud's job to speak!"

She gave his thigh a smack; the impact of her palm sent vibrations through his legs—and his cum-stuffed nuts. Night Light's muzzle gaped in wordless sensation, and his eyes bulged as she bottomed out on top of him once more.

She wasn't even looking at him. Her ass was—two magnificent globules of flesh that taunted and teased him with each bounce. His cock throbbed all the harder as his wife drove herself down, spearing herself on his full eighteen inches of flesh. So firm—so plump! He couldn't help but grin like a lovesick colt.

"Th-then," he grunted, voice muffled with pleasure, "what should I do?"

Velvet slammed her rump down on his cock, and the two gasped together as his shaft invaded her deepest places. He could feel the warm, velvet folds of her pussy wrap around his erection, clinging to its every curve and contour. It felt like she was trying to milk him for every drop of precum he had—and knowing his wife, she may well have been.

A sly grin on her face, Velvet turned her head back around and sneered down at her husband. She ground her prime rump against his crotch, teasing him with the sensation of his cock grinding against her inner walls. "It's a stud's job," she said, giving his ripe balls a squeeze, "to breed."

Night Light didn't need any more prompting than that. With a grunt so deep, so primal that it was more a roar than any noise anypony might have expected to hear from an introverted academic, he seized his wife by her prize rump, grabbed her weight in both hands, and twisted her to the side.

Velvet hit the wooden table with a thump—and before she could recover, her husband was on top of her, cock fully hilted inside her juicy cunt. Night Light grinned down at his wife, and Velvet's eyes gleamed with hunger and pure, primal lust.

And then, they began to fuck.

Carrot Cake's cheeks flushed. "O-oh m-my, sweetie," he mumbled. His whole body was as erect as his cock—his legs were stretched out far in front of him, his toes flexing with each shudder of his magnificent organ. "They're—they're a little loud, don't you think?"

"Not as loud as my Carrot's going to be!" Mrs. Cake huffed. She shifted carefully—she was a larger mare, after all, and likely didn't want to take a spill—but lifted her rump up high enough to let Mr. Cake feel her plump, dripping pussy lips rubbing against his cock. His eyes opened wide, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his groin.

"H-how loud," he chuckled, just barely avoiding a moan, "w-would you like me to be, dear?"

"Oh, hubby," Cup Cake purred. "Maybe just loud enough to wake the neighbors?"

And her soles clenched tightly around his flare.

Mr. Cake gasped for breath—and then the trembling began. His whole shaft flexed, throbbed, shuddered. His ballsack, not quite as large as Night Light's, but respectable all the same, retracted toward his crotch. Its voluminous contents sloshed and groaned, each orb easily holding enough seed to feed a full house of customers.

And then he thrust, his shaft pumping between his wife's wriggling toes. Carrot Cake heaved and wheezed, his hips pistoning wildly as he came. Thick ropes of creamy-white spunk leapt into the air, a sugared webbing of cum erupting from his slit with each flex of his buttocks.

It rained down upon them, a torrent of gooey, sticky pleasure. His spunk showered her toes, dripped over her soles, and oozed across the cute little balls of her feet. Fat globs of cum fell on top of his wife's plump buttocks. They matted her fur, great sticky masses of spunk that drooled between her well-rounded cheeks and slipped slowly, like thick, creamy molasses, down the spherical curves of her sweets-padded rump.

His wife moaned with him, with the pulses of his orgasming meat pressed right up against her sensitive labia. He could hear her climax along with his own, and groaned as he felt her nectar gushing down against his stallionhood—just before jerking upward again to send a load of spunk thicker than his thumb shooting up to soar into the air.

Atop the Cakes' kitchen table, Night Light's toned pectorals flexed, bouncing and then clenching as their owner's whole body tensed up. His wife's fat cock, slick with precum and the saliva from his oral ministrations, pumped against his chest and between the vast canyon of Velvet's own cleavage, their bodies sandwiching her shaft tightly between them.

Their balls bounced and smacked together; both lovers' feet dangled off the table, but Night Light could feel the hot and heavy pressure of his wife's nutsack against his own. He grinned down at her, sweat slick and shiny on his forehead—then bottomed out inside of her again. They groaned together, bodies squirming as his cock pulsed and throbbed.

There was no holding the tide back any longer. Night Light gasped, and drove both his palms against the hard wood of the table. His shoulders arched upward, and his crotch pressed down hard against Velvet's hips. Moaning aloud, he let his thrusts go wild—each piston of his hips sent a fresh load of jizz gushing into her, a flood of spunk that left her moaning and squirming along with him.

She cooed and cried out in a mixed song of climax as they came together. His shaft convulsed, the pressure in his balls reaching a tipping point. Night Light whinnied, nickered, gasped—and then, nostrils flaring, let the real flood come.

Cups, then pints of hot, virile seed gushed into her. Their balls slapped together as he rammed his way into her again and again. Two beasts writhed together atop the table bodies glistening with sweat and precum, as Night Light's copious orgasm began to take its toll. Velvet moaned with delight even as she fondled and lapped at her own throbbing member, smooshing it between her breasts even as the curve of her belly began to rise.

With each fresh spurt of cum, her stomach tightened a little further—then began to bloat, slowly expanding with her stud's hot seed. Night Light gasped, his jet-black mane flipping back over his forehead as he thrust inside of her a final time—and Velvet moaned, her womb bloating and swelling with his seed until she looked eight, then eleven months pregnant—with triplets.

Only when her belly was large and round enough to seem the vessel of a full banquet, and when her gut was soft and bloated enough for her rock-hard erection to press a canyon of plump flesh into it, did her husband's climax finally abate. Night Light snorted, wheezed—and then jerked his spasming shaft free to let his final spurt of seed, a rush of jizz two quarts in volume, burst all over her.

They moaned together, lower bodies pressing tightly against one another as he showered her in his spunk. Her member was in her mouth—when had it gotten large enough to do so?—and she was sucking eagerly at its tip, eyes fluttering with each spasm it made between her lips. He watched her gulp down mouthful after mouthful of her own spunk, felt the swell and churn of her nuts against his own. A line of creamy cum leaked from the corner of her mouth, and he felt his climax reach a final peak. His hands moved to milk his erection, and with both palms wrapping around his prodigious girth, Night Light let himself cum literal buckets over his wife's squirming, squealing form.

Finally, he slumped against her, panting. Velvet groaned happily, her flare popping from her lips with a soft schlick. Cum dribbled from her muzzle onto her cheek; on her bust, oodles of his jizz criss-crossed her hide with every angle possible, fat globs of seed oozing gooily into her cleavage and navel.

He caught her eyes—and caught her smile. The lovers smirked, and then giggled together, bodies dancing atop one another as they felt the afterglow spread through their veins.

"Think we took the edge off, darling?" she purred. Her hip ground against his delightedly; he growled in the back of his throat, and went to nip at her ear. She squeaked in mock offense.

"Certainly," Night Light murmured. Free of its velvet home, his cock now lay wetly between them—once again grinding against his wife's own mammoth member. Hers was certainly much larger than he remembered it being. "An enlargement spell, darling?"

"Maybe." Damn that mischievous voice!

"I'm hurt," he said, making very little effort to sound it. He planted a kiss on her cheek. "A lesser stallion might even feel threatened."

Velvet laughed softly. "Not to worry, Nightie." She turned his chin toward her with a brush of his cheek. They smiled together. "I'll be sure to reverse it before dear Mr. Cake can see you outmatched by his dear wife."

"Speaking of our hosts," Night Light purred. He rubbed the base of his shaft lovingly against his wife's. For all his words, he did so love seeing her fat flare poking up luxuriously against his own, especially when her deep slit was thrust up just beneath their chins. "Maybe we shouldn't leave the Cakes waiting for too long?"

"Mm," Velvet said. She winked. "Though by what I heard earlier, they certainly can't have been too lonely."

"No?" Night Light said. With a smile, he leaned in closer—and Velvet took his lips in her own, savoring the kiss.

They decided to enjoy it.

The warm evening air was welcomed by Night Light's hide, his coat tingling as the wind brushed across his bare shoulders—and other bare parts, too.

He stepped fully from Sugarcube Corner with a gentle sigh. Rolling his neck over his shoulders, Night Light spared a grin for his wife, who'd followed him out the door. As nude as he was, the only sound she gave as she stepped into the Ponyville night was the gentle slip-slap of her sandals.

There was no shame in ogling the flaccid piece of meat dangling between her legs, long enough to reach halfway down her thigh. Night Light leered at it with all the subtlety of a teenaged mare—and his wife slid right in beside him, her fingers already curling around the thick black girth of his own soft organ.

They shared a smile, and Night Light hugged his wife close to his side. Her fingers found his rump and gave it a squeeze; as his knuckles brushed against the underside of her breast, Velvet exhaled, a delighted little shiver dancing its way down her spine.

"Gosh." Carrot Cake poked his skinny neck out of his front door and shivered. "I don't know, Night. This seems awfully risky."

Night Light smiled at his friend. Sliding his hand from around his wife's rear, he made his way back to the bakery entrance. "Not to worry, Carrot," he chuckled. His girthy member swayed and swung between his legs as he walked, its knee-length weight slung over the fat spheres of his nutsack. He may might have given his wife quite the cream filling, but for a stallion of Night's virility, there was always plenty more to provide.

He reached out and took Carrot's hand; with only the barest hint of a leer, he nodded down at Mr. Cake's own bare crotch. "C'mon," Night said, flashing his teeth. "You've told me before what the two of you like to fantasize about."

"O-oh," Mrs. Cake said, following her husband as Night Light guided him out. The fine gravel of Sugarcube Corner's front path crunched beneath their sandals as they made their way into the dusk. "Well, yes—but anyone could see!"

"On a Sunday night, with the sun nearly set?" Velvet's laugh was like a chime of pure crystal; it left Night's heart filling with love and warmth. "Please. There won't be a soul to see us!"

She flashed the nude couple a grin. Her hips bounced and swayed as she stalked toward Mr. Cake; the poor, flustered stallion could only blush and stammer as she slid a finger down his skinny chest. Night Light chuckled, and slid in a little closer, cupping Carrot Cake's own hefty sack with his left hand as he nudged Cup Cake's plump trunk a few inches forward.

"Besides," Velvet purred, eyes glinting in the dim light. "That's half the fun! Anyone could walk past."

Night felt Mr. Cake's shiver. "W-well, yes," Carrot admitted. "But—your daughter! She might—"

"Nonsense," Night Light said. He laughed softly, his voice rich and throaty. "But if she did—"

He curled his fingers around Carrot Cake's thick shaft. Mrs. Cake gave an "eep" of surprise when Night Light's other hand suddenly groped a hefty handful of her jiggling rump, pulling her in close to his side.

"—perhaps we could invite her to join in?" Night Light smirked. "Or perhaps she'd tell everypony just what she saw the Cakes doing in their front yard—and with her own parents, no less!"

Mrs. Cake was biting her lip now. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a droplet of arousal drip down the inside of her thigh. He gave Velvet a wink.

"Mm," Velvet sighed. She took a position on Mr. Cake's other side and curled her body against his. Her girthy shaft rubbed tantalizingly against his thigh; her breasts and bare nipples squished against his armpit. As a little gulp echoed in Carrot's throat, Night couldn't help but watch that tree-trunk of a stallionhood slowly began to stiffen.

Velvet's smile only widened. "Think of it," she breathed. "The scandal—the degeneracy!" Mr. Cake squirmed in her grip; on Night Light's other side, Mrs. Cake moaned softly.

"Or," Night Light said, voice warm, "the applause." He faced down and gave Cup Cake a wink. "In Canterlot, after all, it's not uncommon for public exposure to give rise to, ah, an eager audience."

"But that's Canterlot values talking," Velvet giggled. "Not quite like the quaint, small-town ethos of a town like Ponyville." She sobered up, though.

"Still," she sighed, tracing a fingernail down Mr. Cake's skinny pectorals, "it would make for a lovely anniversary gift..."

Mr. Cake gulped. "O-oh?" A blush spread across his face as Velvet's fingers wrapped around his rock-hard shaft and began masturbating him; as she swung to lean against his side, he felt the flare of her own drooling member press lightly against his rod's side. "Wh-what did you have in mind, then?"

Velvet caught Night Light's eye. Night Light winked, then stepped forward, his great black member swinging between his legs.

"It's quite simple," Night Light said. He crooked a finger, beckoning his wife back. "We'll show you."

Velvet gave Carrot Cake a nip on the ear, and then leaped back to her husband's side. Mr. and Mrs. Cake huddled together, watching the more experienced couple tease and fondle one another.

With a sudden giggle, Velvet pulled Night Light to the ground. They landed together on the grass, bare backs bristling against the soft blades. "Mm," Velvet murmured. "Your lawn is so soft!"

Night Light chuckled atop her. Their cocks were sandwiched together between their chests; it was hard for either of the Cakes to keep their gazes from the way Night Light's flare loomed and bobbed over Velvet's muzzle, occasionally drooling a few globs of precum for her to lap up eagerly.

"Don't think we haven't noticed your kinks, Cup Cake," Night Light rumbled. Velvet shrieked and squirmed beneath his weight as he tickled her, starting from her bare breasts and slowly moving down past her navel, then thighs. He shifted his body slowly, carefully, savoring every inch. He met Carrot's eye and grinned. "We certainly have more than one thing in common, after all."

Delicately, he plucked Twilight Velvet's sandal from her foot. The motherly mare giggled again, and wriggled her bare toes against the warm evening air. An obvious shiver shook her shoulders as Night Light's right hand moved to tickle her naked sole, even as his left dropped her other sandal to the grass.

Velvet caught Cup Cake's gaze, then nodded. Hesitantly, blushing, Cup Cake sat herself down onto the grass, and leaned her weight back on her hands. Carrot Cake followed soon after, kneeling on his lawn as his great, throbbing erection splayed across his wife's lusciously nude lap.

Night Light moaned softly. Velvet moaned with him, shoulder blades flexing in delight as her husband's tongue licked at her bare sole. The ball of her foot bounced in time with her wriggling toes as the rough surface of Night's tongue lapped against her hide.

Cup Cake's sandals were off now; Mr. Cake couldn't recall if he'd removed them, or if his wife had kicked them off herself. The two were blushing together now, but smiling as well. A warm, tingly, fluttering sensation in his belly, Mr. Cake slowly bent forward until his cock was rubbing against the cool earth, his hefty, swollen ballsack rolling out over a full square foot of broken blades of grass.

He eyed his wife's toes. So chubby, so plump—and yet so small compared to each other part of her! They resembled eclairs more than anything—so much so, in fact, that not even seconds had passed before he'd bent forward completely and suckled her right big toe between his lips.

Cup Cake gasped, shuddered—and then melted back, groaning with obvious lust. The reds of her cheeks shimmered up and down as he sucked, first on her big toe, then on the next, and finally on until the pinkie. She giggled self-consciously as he then took her entire row of toes in his mouth, carefully widening his cheeks until he could suckle against each toe in turn while licking gently against the sole of her foot.

His fingers worked with only the skill a baker could have, gently kneading and pressing the doughy flesh of her foot. Cup Cake gasped again, then moaned softly; a flicker of his eye's upward showed his wife's own fingers pressed firmly over her fuzzy little button, her knuckles flexing against her thick, juicy lips.

With a sigh, and a surprisingly large amount of sorrow, Mr. Cake released his oral grip on his wife's foot. She exhaled sharply, then shivered, her little toes wiggling as his saliva glistened atop them.

Mr. Cake met her eyes as he came back up; she was smiling. He was smiling, he realized—beaming, in fact, with a heat burning in his belly and a hardness to his cock like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Cup Cake's smile twitched. "I love you, sweetiepie."

"Love you, honeybuns," he said, automatically.

"Don'tcha mean honeytoes?" Carrot Cake found himself pushed gently aside as Twilight Velvet dove into the space between him and his wife. Her stallionhood, now at full mast, throbbed lazily against the lawn beneath her belly as she pulled herself toward Cup Cake's adorable little foot. Velvet giggled, then gave Cup Cake's squishy sole a little prod. "With the way you were sucking on them, they must have been delicious."

Cup Cake let out an adorable little squeak—but Mr. Cake had already sighed delightedly. "Ooh, yes," he mumbled. "Almost like—ooh, little dumplings."

"Better share around, then!" Velvet cheered—and then seized hold of both of Mrs. Cake's feet before shoving them greedily into her mouth. She moaned, grinding her naked body against the grass as she suckled on all ten toes at once.

Carrot startled—but then Night was beside him, chuckling. "One of her favorite kinks, I'm afraid," the older stallion rumbled. "Best if we leave her to it. But that's no reason we can't take advantage while she's busy."

Mr. Cake blinked down at him. "Take advantage?"

Night Light grinned. "Of course! After all, she's left us this wonderful fat rump—and two lovely masturbation toys." Without asking permission, he took hold of Carrot's cock in his left hand, and grabbed his own shaft in his right. The two stallions groaned together as Night Light pressed the great weight of their members down over Velvet's upward-facing soles. Their members were far too large to be held completely by her arches, but the sight of all their precum dripping down around her ankles was more than enough to make Mr. Cake harden in a heartbeat.

"I heard you call my butt fat!" Velvet said around a mouthful of foot. Carrot Cake couldn't help but laugh along with Night beside him.

"Absolutely," Night Light said. He moved to jerking his cock off with both hands; Carrot followed suit, though one hand soon strayed to massage and roll the skin of his weighty sack. The two stallions rocked their weights back and forth, knees pressing firmly against the grass as their shafts slid over Velvet's soles and rear. "Though I think Cup Cake's might be fatter still..."

Cup Cake squeaked again—and then squealed in obvious delight when Velvet grabbed a fat handful of her rumpflesh. It was with a low, delighted growl that Velvet spat out her wiggling little treats before clawing her way up Mrs. Cake's thick, curvy body.

"It's no fair," Velvet breathed, hips swaying from side to side, "that you should have such a luscious body, dear! How do you do it?"

Carrot Cake felt his member engorge with blood as his wife giggled and squeaked beneath Velvet's weight. The sight of that thick black python snaking up past his wife's navel excited him—and it wasn't even his!

"C-cakes," Mrs. Cake giggled. "L-lots of cakes!"

"Taste-testing, mm?" Velvet purred. Night Light grunted, his masturbation speeding up. "All those delicious cakes and pastries going right to your cute butt—and those thighs!"

She gave Cup Cake's thigh a squeeze, grappling for a handful of flesh. Mrs. Cake moaned as Velvet's fingers spidered their way up to her crotch, Velvet's bare knuckles tickling at her dripping mound.

"Dearie—you really think I have a..." Cup Cake blushed, then cried out cutely as Velvet shoved four fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping cunny. Her cheeks flushed bright in the dimming evening light. "...a cute butt?"

"You have a wonderful tushy, Mrs. Cake." Night Light leered down at his wife, and elbowed Carrot in the side. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Carrot startled—and then blushed. "O-oh, yes," he mumbled. He shot his wife a shy smile. "The most beautiful."

Cup Cake beamed. She gasped out in clear pleasure, though, as Velvet hefted her full weight atop her. Velvet's rock-hard cock poked between their tits, great spheres of flesh pressing together as the elder mare slowly humped his wife's plump middle. Cup Cake shuddered and moaned, each sound cuter than the last, as her cunny was violated in every way that a finger could provide.

"Mm," Velvet purred. "I could just eat you up"—and she bent down and seized his wife in a kiss.

Carrot Cake drew in a shuddering breath. His cock almost hurt with how hard it was. He didn't even register the open space at his side as he shuffled his knees to the right, just far enough to let his mighty rod dip down into the space between Velvet's rounded asscheeks.

He groaned, spine arching slightly as Velvet's bouncy booty welcomed his weight between them. The soft schlick-schlick of his pre-slick rod between her cheeks filled his ears, echoed only by the soft moans of his wife as Twilight, cradling Cup Cake's breasts in her hands, pushed his wife's thighs further apart to make room for Velvet's hips.

At some point, Night Light had rotated around his wife's side, positioning himself so that his girthy black member was prodding directly between the two mares' muzzles. Velvet and Cup Cake let their lips part by a good six inches, just barely making enough space to let Night Light slide his shaft between their glistening lips. The two mares cooed, groaning as they nuzzled and lapped at the drooling pillar of meat between them, the tops of their cleavage smushing against his medial ring as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth.

Mr. Cake grunted; his eyelids fluttered. He could feel his ballsack growing heftier, sloshing with more and more fertile seed. His hands tightened around his width, struggling to reach all the way around. Velvet's ass was just so soft, so squishy, so welcoming of his hot, turgid rod...

The streetlight on the edge of their lawn buzzed to life as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon. Velvet growled with an obvious lust, and pulled her hips back—then twisted her weight forward. Cup Cake gasped, then moaned, her voice high-pitched and shivering with pleasure. Carrot Cake could only watch in awe, lust, envy, and arousal as his wife was rutted by the rock-hard member of another mare, whose bubbly buttcheeks were still wrapped tenderly around his own cock. His nostrils flared, and he whinnied, his head bobbing pleasantly as his hands jerked his lengthy member faster and faster.

A warm, welcoming wetness enveloped his flare. Carrot Cake's head flicked back, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His cock throbbed in his grip as he felt its first inches slide into the slick, velvety embrace of Twilight Velvet's cunny. He knickered, braying under his breath as his balls smacked against the insides of his thighs. He savored her panting, her groaning, as he slowly pushed his way inside of her—even as she rutted his wife like a colt in heat.

Cup Cake's wails of pleasure made his cheeks burn, his brow furrow. Night Light had shoved his girthy black flare into his wife's muzzle, making her jaw creak as it pulsed and throbbed against her lips. Mrs. Cake seemed caught between ecstasy and gluttony, squealing at the marecock filling her one moment, then salivating over the thrusting ring of Night Light's rock-hard member.

But Carrot Cake had eyes for only one piece of meat now: Twilight Velvet's thick, bouncing bubble-butt. With a whinny, he thrust his weight forward—and bottomed out inside of her. Velvet cried out as all twenty inches of his thick, black meat buried themselves in her sopping marehood; Carrot groaned, his voice breaking as he shoved his turgid rod deeper and deeper inside her.

He could feel the bulge in his wife's belly, feel Velvet's thrusting cock frotting against his own through the plumpness of his wife's gut. Carrot's nostrils flared, and he curled his lanky arms around both mares, letting their pleasant squish envelope him, welcome him, embrace him as he railed his weight against Velvet again and again and again—

Crying out together, all four of them came. Cup Cake came first—her squat body, pressed beneath the weight of a stallion, a mare, and a hefty, drooling cock, squirmed and flailed helplessly as her climax took her. Velvet was next; Mr. Cake would swear he could hear the thick splatter of her spunk all over his wife's womb. They were cooing together, now, their voices groaning in high, shuddering tones.

Night Light was next. His hips jerked, the gyrations of Velvet's torso too much for his spasming cock. His wife's happy sounds only echoed the throbbing volley of shot after shot of cum shooting down her throat. Carrot Cake grunted, sweat rolling down his forehead as he felt the steady swell of cum in his new broodmare's belly cushion and smoosh at his cock. Each thrust jerked in time with each fresh wad of jizz down Velvet's throat, Night Light's grunts and moans driving his own libido to fresh heights—until there was only one thing left to do.

With a whinny loud enough to wake every neighbor, Mr. Cake slammed his skinny weight forward, letting his great, sloshing nuts smack against Twilight Velvet's prime rump. His orgasm followed soon after—a gush, a flood of seed that spewed from his great rod in what felt like pints, each piston of his hips only filling her cunny further with his cum.

Finally, groaning, panting, the foursome sunk to the ground together. They were speckled with dirt and dotted with sweat; their hides bore grass shavings from elbows to knees. Mr. Cake could hardly tell which pair of limbs he was tangled up in; a few grunts later, he found himself staring face-to-face with his wife, her face a deep crimson, her cheeks streaked with the gooey remnants of Night Light's messy orgasm.

"Wowie," Carrot breathed.

"My goodness," his wife echoed.

Velvet and Night Light chuckled together. "Oh, don't worry," Velvet cooed, snuggling up to Carrot's chest. Night Light mirrored her motion, wrapping both arms around Cup Cake's plump breasts and spooning her from behind. Both Canterlot unicorns exchanged grins.

"We're not halfway done yet," Night Light chimed in.

Carrot Cake met his wife's eyes. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks as easily as it did hers—but he also felt that same burning warmth rising again at his crotch.

Mrs. Cake saw—and giggled in obvious approval. "Oh, gosh," she breathed. "Yes, please."

Mr. Cake couldn't agree more.