Love and Cakes

Love and Cakes

Bonus Chapter: Afterglow

Cup groaned as she stood in the shower. Staying on the floor of the kitchen had been romantic, falling asleep there was even more so, but the stiffness of waking up was certainly something she didn’t enjoy as much. She felt her muscles finally relaxing as the sunstone heated water cascaded down her robust body. She giggled slightly, thinking about what Carrot had done.

It was a point of fact that they had long since learned that any time they wanted to spend together had to be done quickly. Oh, she still enjoyed foreplay, and she certainly enjoyed Carrot taking his time to make her feel desired and sexy. But as parents, and business owners, those times often seemed to account to a few minutes, and every once in awhile a couple of hours. Last night they had been lucky enough to have a few hours.

Slowly, Cup Cake turned the water off, opened the curtain of their tub, and looked into the eyes of the stallion that had proved how much he loved her last night. She gave him a grin as he handed her a towel.

“I was too late to help, huh?”

She giggled, “Maybe a little,” she took the towel and worked on her mane for a bit before working on her coat. She wrapped it around herself and stepped out, “Sweetums, thank you.”

He grinned, “It’s fine Honey Bun. I didn’t mind cleaning up down there…”

She stopped him with a kiss, one that told him that she was still thirsty for his love, still hungered for his touch. She brought his right hand up to her towel covered breasts, and she felt him softly grope her left. She felt the towel loosen, fall, and his fingers gently teasing her nipple. They had been lucky enough to not been seen by their foals, or at least she hoped that they didn’t see them. Still, at the moment she hungered for him. She wanted him to take control, to do the dirty things to her she had read about in Fifty Shades of Neigh. Well, some of those things.

His left hand moved behind her, grabbing her tail, and giving it a little yank. She moaned through the kiss, broke it, and looked at him.

“Still frisky?”

Her violet eyes asking the question she begged him answer. She felt him lift her into his arms, no sound of strain or disappointment. And there wasn’t to him. He loved her, his Cup Cake, with all of his heart. He loved her pudgy body, a body that belonged to a mother of two wonderful foals, and a body that he wanted to ravish with every fiber of his being. Still, Carrot wasn’t the young stallion he had been, and Cup wasn’t as light as she was on their wedding night. But their bedroom was quickly found, and Cup Cake was gently deposited onto the bed itself. She watched as he stripped off, the smell of their sex mixed with the smell of the floor cleaner and dish detergent from downstairs filled her nostrils.

She moved toward him, not letting him get into bed, and her mouth instantly went to his cock. She didn’t lick and gently suck it. No, she wanted to worship this beautiful cock with her mouth, she wanted to clean it with her saliva, and she desperately hoped that he would use it to rut another foal into her waiting womb. She felt his cock as it passed over her tongue, she began to bob her head back and forth, getting a taste for the flavor that was Carrot’s wonderful cock, and her tailhole.

It was dirty, and depraved, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care who would consider it a deviant act. It was in her own home, it was her husband, and she was going to suck his wonderful cock to her heart’s content. She felt his cock go from being hard to being rock hard. She pulled back, turned around, and lowered her head to the mattress. Her wonderfully large rump remained in the air, waiting for him.

“Please?”

He grabbed her hips, touched his cock to her sopping wet pussy, and then pulled back from it, “I don’t know…”

“Carrot…” she begged, “Please…”

He got closer again, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “Tell me exactly what you want Honey Bun.”

This was where she had trouble. It felt so wrong to talk dirty now. She was a mother after all, but she also knew this game. He was giving her what she wanted. He was taking control, and if she wanted relief she had to submit completely.

“I want you to take your cock and put it into me. I want you to rut me like a whorse. I want to feel you go as deep into me as you can, and I want you to rut another colt or filly into me. I need you to rut another foal into me. Please Carrot, breed me, make me your broodmare, rut me until I can’t talk, can’t think, can’t do anything other than want your cock.”

With that she felt him slide into her. She felt his wonderful cock split her pussy open, his length moving deep into her, and she felt the full connection as her rump was struck by his crotch. She felt him pull back his hands on her cutie marks, and then he pulled her against him as he thrust into her. She let loose a lewd sounding moan that she had no doubt Pound, Pumpkin, and Pinkie all three heard.

She didn’t care. She just wanted this, needed it, and she was more than hungry for it. She began to match his thrusts, feeling his cock knocking on her cervix, feeling the wonderful need for release. His right hand moved under her, to find her winking clit, and she felt him rub it. It was a dirty move, a dirty play, but she didn’t care. What she cared about was what she was feeling. The rhythmic feeling of their thrusts, the way his cock slid into her so perfectly, how he was making her feel so wanted, so desired, so bucking sexy.

Her plump body rippled as he dove into her. Carrot was mesmerized by his own personal goddess. That was what Cup was to him. He felt himself so close, and he felt her clamping down on him. He gently flicked her nub again, and he felt her pussy begin to milk his cock, and without being able to hold back he unloaded into her. She moaned out, her hips and legs tired enough that they fell completely onto the bed. He looked at her, panting, tired, and still even after orgasming as hard as they did he was still hard, still ready, and he moved her tail.

“Carrot?”

His answer slid between the plump cheeks of her rump. He found the entrance to her tailhole. She grunted as he slid into it.

“Ngh.. Oof, C...Careful Sweetums.”

He pushed deeper, going until he was balls deep inside of her rump. She felt amazing, her rectum squeezed him tight, and he began to thrust into her, slowly at first, but soon the tempo became faster, harder, and with complete abandon. Her wonderfully plump rump rippled each time he thrust into her, his hand found her cutie mark, and he gave it a playful slap.

“Ngh, Carrot… I...Ugh… Yeah.. Oh Celestia… CARROT!!!!” she screamed as he felt her rectum contract around his cock. He felt himself unload into her again, and this time he fell onto her back.

She breathed out, her body now covered with a thin layer of sweat.

“I think,” she panted, “That you can help me with my shower now…”