Author's Note

WARNING, this episode contains: Bright Mac x Pear Butter, voyeurism, lots of cum, and a very happy memory

Episode 13 - The Perfect Pear

Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Macintosh were on a quest to learn about their parents. They had made their way to Sugarcube Corner after talking with Goldie Delicious and Burnt Oak, and were now listening to Mrs. Cake reminisce about their mother, Pear Butter. The matron Cake, who used to go by the name Chiffon Swirl, had revealed that Pear was the one that convinced her to pursue baking, almost as if their mother knew what she was supposed to do long before she did.

Applejack, beaming with pride, nudged her little sister in the side. “Just like you, sugarcube! Or rather, you're just like her!”

Mrs. Cake smiled. “That was the first of many cakes for me, and Buttercup was with me through it all. She'd be my taste-tester, help with the decorating, and prep new ingredients. Over the years, I perfected my recipes. Your mom did so much for me.” The older mare’s cheeks, for some reason, started turning pink. “One day, I wanted to surprise her with a cake….”

Chiffon Swirl trotted down the path between Sweet Apple Acre’s and the Pear family’s farm, eyes bouncing back and forth in search of her best friend, Pear Butter. Balanced on her back was a pear cake—possibly her greatest one yet—that she wanted to give the mare as thanks. Yet, even with the sun shining bright overhead, she saw no hide nor hair of her pear-picking friend.

“Pear?” Chiffon called out. “Pear Butter? You out here? I have a—”

“Mmm!”

Chiffon perked up. That sounded like Bright Mac! If he was around, then Pear Butter must be close! Those two were as inseparable as peanut butter and jam! Come to think of it, they seemed rather close for friends….

Following the sound, Chiffon hurried deeper into the Pear family farm. She couldn’t help it—the cake on her back was sure to be her best, but not if they didn’t eat it soon! So it was completely reasonable that, once she spied the top of Bright Mac’s stetson over a nearby bush, she rushed over without a second thought.

“Bright Mac? Is Pear with—oh.”

Chiffon froze. She had found her friend, all right.

There, gasping beneath Bright Mac as they bucked like rabbits in heat, was Pear Butter. Neither of the lovebirds had heard her approach, but their constant moans and groans had quite obviously drowned her out. Both were on a picnic blanket facing away from Chiffon, leaving her with a front row seat to the show—not a show she had expected to see, but quite a provocative one nonetheless!

Too stunned to look away, Chiffon watched as Bright Mac’s farm-toned thighs flexed against her friend’s pear-shaped ass. Bright’s tail, the only privacy a stallion had in day-to-day life, was hiked up and over his back, showing off his rigid length and prize-worthy ‘apples’ as they went to work—and Bright was nothing if not a hard worker! Each of his thrusts had the power to knock an apple from a tree, yet Pear took them with ease. She even pushed herself back to meet him halfway, shocking Chiffon with thunder-esque claps that filled the orchard with sound.

“Whoa….” Chiffon whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. The scene was having quite the effect on her—not only was she short of breath, but she also felt a warmth forming between her legs, and she blushed as her tail began lifting into the air. She could always blame it on youthful hormones, of course, but she’d be lying if she said the pair of rutting ponies weren’t a factor, too!

With a quick glance to check if anyone else was around, Chiffon carefully placed her cake on the ground, sat back, spread her legs, and brought a hoof to her already-wet lips. Peering through the bush to watch the two lovers, she began clopping herself off, hoof matching the pace of Bright’s butt-shattering thrusts. Even from a distance she could see her friend’s pussy, stretched apart by Mac’s massive pride, clench down around him like a vice, daring him to plant his seed in the fertile fields of her womb. Bright took her up on that unspoken challenge, hips moving harder and faster with each consecutive thrust, slamming his fat sac against his mare's weeping lips.

“Celestia above, what I would give to have a stallion rut me like that!” Chiffon bit her bottom lip as she started fiddling with her clit, the grass beneath her already wet with her juices. “Some big, strong stallion that can pick me up and bring me to his bedroom and fuck me all night long! Or maybe even a tall, lanky pony that likes baking just as much as me. That would be good, too!”

“Oh, Mac!” Pear stretched herself out like a cat, back arching and head dropping as she pressed herself into Bright Mac’s lap. “Keep going! Just like that!”

Chiffon’s clit winked as Mac, with a snort, wrapped a hoof around Pear’s waist and started hammering away, exchanging length for pure, animalistic power in his thrusts. Droplets of Pear-juice rolled down the curves of Mac’s testicles, each glistening in the light as they fell towards the ground. The stallion was a machine, built to fulfill a single purpose—rut the mare beneath him until he filled her with his seed. Just the taboo of what she was seeing—an Apple fucking a Pear!—was enough to put Chiffon on the edge, and she pressed even harder between her legs as she felt the dam begin to burst.

“Mmm!” Bright Mac threw his head back, sending several drops of sweat into the air. “Buttercup! I’m… I’m…!”

Pear Butter’s tail wrapped around the stallion's leg as she continued meeting his thrusts halfway. “Don’t you dare pull out, Mac! Fill me up!”

Bright Mac thrust once, twice, three times before, finally, he buried himself balls deep, arched his back, and whinnied as he unleashed a torrent of seed deep into his mare’s womb. And a true torrent it was—after only a few clenches of the farm pony’s ass, thick gushes of cum began rocketing out of Pear Butter’s pussy, leaving white lines in the fabric of their picnic blanket.

Chiffon's mouth watered as she watched globs of genetic goo spurt from her best friend's cunt, a noticeable bulge forming just above the pear farmer's waist. She could only imagine what that must of felt like—powerful blasts of cum blasting against her walls, warming her from the inside out as sperm sought out her egg—and imagine she did. She imagined herself in her friend’s position, face down and ass up with cum dribbling down the inside of her thigh. She imagined having a stallion’s hoof between her legs instead of her own, working her clit as he emptied his balls into her womb. She imagined him pulling out, slipping free with a wet pop and an audible gush of cum on the floor. She then imagined herself getting pregnant, imagined herself having twins—her stallion would be far too virile for a single foal, of course!—and imagined herself living the rest of her life with him, waking up beside him with the smell of freshly baked goods in the air. Goods baked in their very own bakery, where they would treat all of Ponyville with the greatest desserts Equestria had ever eaten!

And that was what sent Chiffon over the edge. Hey, a mare can have dreams, right?

Chiffon bit her bottom lip as her marehood began to clench, sending slick lines of her juices onto the grass. Her hoof did not relent, rubbing her clit to send her climax to greater and greater heights. The edges of her vision blurred as the pleasure poured in, a glazed look in her eyes as she stared at the point of connection between Pear and Mac. The stallion was resting atop his mare, stomach pressed against her back as he rested balls deep beneath her tail. Droplets of cum continued cascading from her friend's battered lips, coating their crotches in a concoction of love. A flash of herself helping them clean up afterward sent Chiffon's climax into overdrive, every muscle in her body tensing as they were alight with pleasure.

And then, the unthinkable.

She moaned. Loudly.

Chiffon’s eyes widened as her hoof rocketed up to her mouth, far too late to stop the sound from escaping into the air. Then, she heard Pear gasp—both because of the fact that Bright and she had been found, and because the stallion had yanked himself free of her passage with a start. Chiffon watched with wide eyes as the stallion's cock, all foot and a half of it, slipped free from her friend's cunt, the entire length coated with a slick layer of cum. Pear's lips sat open, stretched out by her stallion's pride to close all the way. This left Chiffon with a perfect line-of-sight to her friend's well-fucked walls, letting her see Bright Mac's cum deep inside her passage, and even as the stallion spotted her she was too stunned to run away.

Pear Butter spun around with a start, only to relax as she saw her friend. “Oh, it’s just you.”

Chiffon shook her head, stood up, and smiled, sheepishly. “Sorry, I just brought you a little something to say thank you.” She looked over at Mac, looked down at his slowly receding cock, and then looked away with a blush. “But I… see you’re… busy. Heh….”

Pear Butter chuckled, a blush coming to both her and her stallion’s cheeks. “Promise you won’t say anything?”

Chiffon nodded and made a zipper motion over her lips. “Your secret is safe with me!”

"Thanks!" Pear looked at Bright, nodded, then turned back towards Chiffon with a sultry look in her eyes. “Judging by the mess you made back there, I think I know just the way to repay you….”

Chiffon blushed, her eyes once again drawn to Bright Mac’s shaft. A shaft that was beginning to stir, slipping out of his sheath for another round of play.

Chiffon bit her bottom lip, glanced at the cake she had left behind the bush, and sighed. “Well, I guess the cake can wait….”

Bright Mac smiled. “Good, cause I’m going to—Mrs. Cake?”

Chiffon looked at the stallion, quizzically. “What?”

The apple farmer licked his lips. “I said, I’m going to—Mrs. Cake!”

Mrs. Cake, her mind back in Sugarcube Corner, jumped with a start. In front of her were Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Macintosh, and all three of the Apple siblings were looking at her like she had grown a second head.

“S-sorry.” She blushed as she felt a familiar warmth between her legs. “What was that?”

Apple Bloom perked up. “It’s okay, Mrs. Cake. I forget what I was going to say too, sometimes. You were about to tell us how you baked a gift for our mom?”

“Oh, um….” The older mare thought for a second, looking for an obvious way out. “Actually, never mind that. In fact, if you want to find out more, you should go ask Mayor Mare. She’ll be able to tell you about your parent’s love story!”

“Oh, okay!” Applejack turned around and motioned for her siblings to follow. “Thanks, Mrs. Cake! C’mon gang, let’s go talk to the Mayor!”

With passing nods that Mrs. Cake happily returned, the Apple siblings made their way out of Sugarcube Corner. Only once they left did Mrs. Cake dare breathe, and only after several moments had passed did she walk out from behind the counter. Her tail was flagged up and over her back, letting the air wash over her dampening lips. Memories from that day came at her in droves, sending her clit into a frenzy of winks that would make a mare in estrus blush. Even now she could feel Mac's shaft pulsing inside her pussy, taste the seed she had cleaned off of his shaft with the help of her best friend, feel Pear's lips against her own as they swapped the stallion's cum. While she never really loved Bright Mac—especially when compared to her husband—the pleasures she had shared with her friend would be something she'd never forget. A truly cherished memory with a mare that could never be replaced.

“Well, that certainly got me going.” She closed her eyes and smiled as a waft of something came from the kitchen. “Carrot must be baking. Carrot cake, by the smell of it.” She glanced at the door, glanced at the kitchen, and then made her way towards the former with a sultry grin. “That’ll give us plenty of time.”

Flipping the OPEN sign over to CLOSED, Mrs. Cake tossed her apron to the floor and marched into the kitchen, ready to be rutted just like her friend had been that fateful day….