Bumbling through my Education

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

Cakes, Pies and Sandwiches

Cup Cake sighed as she finished up the last layer of the cake that Princess Twilight had ordered. She knew the Princesses were meeting here, in Ponyville, but she didn’t understand the reason for all of it. Only that it had to do with Princess Luna’s suitor, which happened to be Bumble Hooves. She stopped and shook her head. She wasn’t jealous, or angered, although she had heard that practically every noble in Canterlot had pitched a fit over it.

Donut Joe, her cousin twice removed on her mother’s side, had told her the entire thing. He stated that everypony was practically getting torches and pitchforks ready. He didn’t see the problem. If Princess Luna wanted to date that stallion, let her. If she wanted to join a herd, let her, and he didn’t see any harm in it at all. What worried her was her own little colt. Well, to call Pound a little colt was unkind.

Pound was fourteen years old now. So was Pumpkin, and she was tolerating Pumpkin dating that Rumble. She still didn’t know how Pumpkin had made it sound like a good idea for her to date a colt that was old enough to start college classes. She explained that their dates had better be nothing more than holding hands, a few kisses on the cheek or muzzle, and no jiggly or dangly parts getting brought out and played with.

But with Pound it was different. Flurry Heart was actually a little younger than he was. Not much, she was thirteen while he was fourteen, but if the nobles were pitching a fit over Bumble and Princess Luna then what were they going to do over Flurry and Pound? The business would be okay, she knew that, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted her colt to have to deal with ponies being so spiteful.

She felt somepony grabbing her tail, and before she could say a word that somepony pulled it. She let out a lewd moan, almost falling face first into the cake she was making. She looked over her shoulder at Carrot who was smiling that cute grin of his when they were alone.

“Honeybun, nopony else is here.”

She felt his hands moving across her dress covered rump. The material was being lifted, and she went from ensuring the cake in front of her was a masterpiece to holding onto the counter.

“C..Carrot, we… hee hee, stop, we need to finish this cake.”

She felt her panties being moved to the side, his finger slipping into her wet folds, and she presented her rump to him more. With all of the orders, and extra work, they’d picked up in the last few weeks neither of them had been able to really satisfy the other. Typically she was so tired when she went to bed that she told him to just be gentle, but he could do what he wanted.

She married a gentlestallion, because he said that he wanted to feel good enough to want to do it too. So here, they were, his finger, no two fingers, were inside of her wet love tunnel, her breathing had become panting, and she was practically rutting herself on his hand. She felt his other hand move around the front, and she felt him lightly groping her through the top of her dress. She moaned, bit her lip and forced herself to step away from him.

He looked like he’d done something wrong, but her response was to untie her apron. She laid it on the counter, next to the cake, and then she unbuttoned the top of her dress, until it was ready to slide down. She slid it off of her shoulders, showing her pudgy belly, something he caressed softly. She let out a soft moan, pushed the dress, and her panties, down and then stepped out of them. Finally she unhooked her bra and removed it. She went to her knees, unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and found her prize.

Carrot might not be huge, but he wasn’t the smallest she’d ever seen. She licked him, took him into her mouth, and began to worship the cock that had given her two wonderful foals. She began to suckle on his wonderful rod, her hands gently holding and kneading his balls, and then she took him into her throat. Carrot almost fell back, but instead his hands reached for her head, finding her mane, and intertwining into it. He felt her giving him a world class blow job, his wife was making him feel wonderful, and after a moment she stood up. Without hesitation he went behind her, giving her wonderful foal hole the same attention and love she had given him. He moaned into her, the stiffness of his cock was something he couldn’t ignore, and finally he stood up behind her, his cock pressing against her.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He pressed into her, and that’s when they heard a bed walking across the floor upstairs. Neither of them wanted to stop, but both of them realized that they weren’t as alone as they thought. They tried to be quiet, but Cup’s moans began to rise in volume. She had no idea that upstairs Pinkie and Cheese were attempting to be quiet as well.

“Fill my Party cannon Cheese!” Pinkie cried out as she rode the stallion that she claimed. It felt so good to be able to be with him again, to feel him inside of her, and she desperately hoped that she was still in heat. ‘Cause she promised Strawberry Creamcheese Pie a baby brother or sister, and she made a Pinkie Promise, which nopony, even her, broke.

The sounds of the moans from downstairs hit their ears, and the both of them looked at each other.

“Okay, keep going, but we got to be super duper, extra special quiet,” she whispered.

He nodded and once more he felt her riding him. She said to be quiet, to not make a noise, but he knew her, and Pinkie was soon grabbing her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples and before long she was crying out and moaning. His own hands were tied to her bed with streamers, and his mouth was gagged with ball gag kazoo. He felt himself so close, so ready, and then the door busted open.

“Pinkie! We…. Oh CELESTIA SORRY! SORRY!!!” Pumpkin shouted as she slammed the door shut.

Cheese lost it and came inside of his special somepony who collapsed on top of him.

“Cheesie, didn’t we send them over to the Hayburger with Strawberry Cream?” Pinkie puffed out as she panted.

“Ymmmp, wmmph dmmph!”

She breathed out in a shaky voice, “Thought so… I think that Pound just got me back for breaking up his, I’m about to lose my V-Card party.”