Sugarcube Corner lay mostly dark as night descended on Ponyville. Inside, a single flickering candle illuminated a pair of freshly-emptied plates and two hands clasped in the middle of a small round wooden table. Its light also captured two faces in the dimness, revealing the features of two earth ponies of yellow and blue. Carrot Cake smiled as his eyes met those of his wife. He gently squeezed her hand with his and said, “So, how far do you want to go tonight?”
Cup Cake blushed and turned her head away, then looked back at her husband. Her cheeks flushed pink. “I think we've had enough practice,” she answered softly. “We can go all the way.”
He leaned forward, a rush of nervous excitement pulsing through his body. “Are you sure, honey? I know this is a big step, and if you're not ready, we can wait a little longer.”
She shook her head. “I'm ready.” As if steeling her courage, she inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. A new confidence shone in her eyes as she continued, “I'm sure of it.”
Carrot's free hand joined the other clasping Cup's. “All right. And you're sure that we won't be disturbed by any, er, interruptions?”
A light chuckle escaped Cup's lips. “I don't think that will be a problem. There's a reason I asked you to pick up two packs of condoms yesterday.” She gave Carrot a knowing wink.
Carrot's eyes widened, and then he too let out a laugh. “Is Pumpkin with them too?” Cup's nod confirmed his suspicions. “Well, I know Pinkie will keep both of them busy all night.” While the attraction Pound Cake felt toward his longtime foalsitter and housemate when he reached maturity had not been an entirely unexpected development, Pumpkin Cake's simultaneous desire for Pinkie Pie had come as quite the surprise. There was no pony the two elder Cakes trusted more than their eccentric pink protege, however, and after a few frank discussions and ground rules, Carrot and Cup Cake gave the twins their blessing to pursue a romantic – and sexual – relationship with Pinkie Pie. The party pony was only too happy to oblige. One of the benefits that the married couple enjoyed as a result was more nights like this, where they could enjoy one another in private and rekindle a romance that had recessed while they had children to care for. Suddenly, they had freedom to explore their love in ways neither had dared try for nearly two decades.
Now, with Cup's affirmative response, Carrot knew that tonight would be the next step. “So honey,” he said in a deeper and sultrier voice, “where do you want to start?”
She grinned and wiped her mouth using a napkin in her free hand. “First, my darling, we should clean up after this delightful dinner.” When his face fell, she quickly followed with, “And then we can get ourselves ready by getting nice and clean.”
Carrot's cheeks suddenly felt very, very hot.
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The door shut behind Cup Cake, sealing Carrot and herself inside the master bathroom adjacent to their bedroom. With a hiss, the shower head sprang to life, pouring forth water at Carrot's behest. Out of habit, he stuck a hand underneath the flow, then withdrew it quickly as the cold liquid chilled his hand. He stood up straight, put his hand on the waist of his boxers, and turned around. Cup, similarly stripped down to just a plain black bra and panties, was studying her face in the mirror, removing her earrings before the shower began, and he met her gaze in the reflective glass. She smiled back at him briefly, then finished extracting her jewelry and placed it in a small glass dish near the sink. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, then gyrated from side to side and pursed her lips. “What do you think, my love?” she asked with a playful wink. “See something you like?”
“So much,” he whispered. Each of his hands found one of her shoulders, and he gently squeezed and massaged them. She hummed happily as he relaxed her muscles, his surprisingly strong fingers doing their utmost to release any last traces of tension therein. He released her at last, then stepped in close and wrapped his arms around her large stomach. “How did I get so lucky?” he asked, locking eyes with Cup in the mirror.
“Oh, you,” she said, reaching up her hand to stroke his stubbly chin. “I ask myself the same thing.” They swayed back and forth slowly, caught up in a slow dance with his head resting on her shoulder and his arms pulling her body next to his. For a few moments, the only sound was the water of the waiting shower, but husband and wife were perfectly content to let it wait.
At last, Carrot let her go, and Cup turned to face her stallion. His hand caressed her cheek, and then he leaned in. Cup welcomed the kiss with an eager mouth, and the two ponies proved their prowess in the art of lip-locking after years of practice. By the time they withdrew from each other, both Cakes were panting for breath, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and hunger. They dove back in for another quick kiss before Carrot turned back and reached out his hand toward the shower again. Satisfied with the warmth of the flowing water, he said quietly, “It's ready,” then slid his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them to the floor in one quick motion.
Cup glanced down at her husband's nude body, then reached her own hands back and easily unclasped her brassiere. Her heavy breasts, eager to be free of their restraint, sagged down as she removed the undergarment; they dangled below her as she bent over to slide her panties over the crest of her ass and down her legs, joining Carrot's boxer shorts on the floor. The two ponies blushed at each other as they stood naked in the bathroom. Cup watched her husband's face as he drank in every curve of her chubby body, from her pillowy breasts to her wide hips to her luscious butt and every inch in between. Every time he looked at her like that, his eyes glistening with sheer desire and husky breaths, she felt like the most beautiful mare in Equestria, and all her insecurities about her weight or the pudge around her midsection were cast aside.
The evidence of his arousal began to show as well. He wasn't yet at full mast, but his long, thick penis had definitely risen as he enjoyed the view. She knew his hands wanted to reach out and grab every single part of her, and his mouth wanted to leave its traces all over her body, but instead, he merely presented an open hand and bowed slightly. “Ladies first, please.”
She giggled and took his hand. “Why thank you, sir.”
After he ushered her into the waiting shower, he stepped in as well, sliding the glass door shut behind them. Hot water poured over the two bodies, and as hair and skin began to soak, Carrot went in for another kiss before turning to the small shower caddy that hung from the head. He extracted a light green bottle bedecked with pictures of many-colored flowers and said, “Turn around, honey.” She obliged with a smile and shut her eyes. Even though they had a routine when the two of them showered together, it was still an enjoyable experience every time, and she let her body be at ease as Carrot worked his shampoo-laden fingers into her hair. He massaged her scalp as the lather built up in her two-toned mane, and she placed her hands just above her breasts as the water cascaded down over her rounded form. After her head, Carrot poured a fresh supply of shampoo and moved south to her tail, working the cleansing product into her with gentle tugs and pulls. Some of the hot water slipped beneath where he worked, and as it ran across her anus and down to the edge of her pussy, she shivered slightly in anticipation of the night's activities.
He rose and gently squeezed her shoulder when it was her turn, and in practiced unison, the two ponies turned around with Carrot handing off the bottle of shampoo to his wife. When she faced his back, he bent backwards to allow his shorter wife to reach his head. She returned the same favor he'd granted her, lathering up his hair and then tail with much smaller dollops of the sweet-scented shampoo.
Once both ponies had cleansed their partner's hair, Carrot returned the bottle to the caddy and retrieved a different one along with a loofah hanging underneath the caddy. An application of the gel from the bottle later, he turned back around to face Cup, wielding his new, foaming weapon in hand. She raised her hands as if in surrender, but he refused to accept her terms, instead conducting a full-scale (if rather gentle) assault on the fortress of his wife's curvy body. He guided the loofah on its quest of scrubbing, first up and down each of her arms, then across her neck and shoulders. His free hand lifted each of her breasts so he could cleanse them in their entirety, and he did the same with her stomach. She lifted her legs one by one – using the handrail on the door for balance – and watched him trail the loofah from her dainty feet up to her ankles and finally her meaty thighs, reapplying the gel to it as needed. His touch was firm enough to squeeze the body wash from the loofah but just gentle enough to drive her a little crazy. She wanted him to throw her down and take her right then and there, but she held back, content to shiver as he softly rubbed the loofah against her pussy all too briefly. He stood up again, and she turned around to let him scrub her back. As he rubbed her butt, she tensed up a little in anticipation, but soon relaxed when he finished cleaning her.
Now it was her turn to wield the loofah, and with a fresh supply of body wash, she began her counterattack. Much as he had done, she scrubbed him down from top to bottom. When she reached his midsection, she lifted his penis and applied the loofah to his hefty balls before rubbing it along his shaft. A sharp intake of breath from Carrot belied how horny the stallion was, but just as he had not lingered on one area of her body, neither did she stay preoccupied with his hardening cock. There would be time for that later. Once his legs were done, he turned around and let her finish up with his own back and buttocks. She handed back the loofah, its task complete, and he replaced both it and the bottle of body wash. The water, not quite as hot as at the start, now served to rinse both husband and wife clean of the last lingering suds and shampoo that had been granted to them by one another, and when the last soapy remains began to swirl down the drain, Carrot shut off the water flow and opened the door, retrieving two large towels from the rack outside the shower.
Every time their eyes made contact as the Cakes dried off, they flashed little smiles at each other; the rest of the time, they watched each other with lustful eyes. Just as in the shower, no words were exchanged until the towels were soaked and lying in the nearby hamper. Carrot extended his open hand once more, “Now, honey, are you ready to get started?”
She placed her hand in his. “Yes.”
He opened the door and led her through to the waiting bedroom. “All right, just lie down and get comfy,” he said as he stepped toward their bedside nightstand. “I'll get everything ready.”
“Do you want to put anything down on the bed beforehand?” she asked, gesturing toward the linen closet.
“Oh, right, yes,” he said. “Grab one of the spare blankets; we can wash it tomorrow morning.”
She nodded and went to retrieve the blanket, and Carrot turned his attention back to the nightstand. He knelt down and slid open the bottom drawer. Out came a small silver butt plug, a box of condoms, a tube of lube, and a long transparent dildo with a flared tip and a ribbed shaft; one by one, he placed the items down atop the nightstand, while behind him, Cup spread out a large knitted blanket with a plaid red and green pattern across the top of their normal sheets. After smoothing it out, she crawled atop the bed on her hands and knees, then turned so that her enormous ass was facing Carrot. He turned around, and suddenly all he saw was blue and a sliver of pink. “Are you excited, honey bun?” he asked.
“A little nervous, dear, but yes,” she said, looking over her shoulder before raising her ass just a little. “How do I look?”
He licked his lips. “Delicious.” He gently placed a hand on each of her cutie marks. “Is there anything else you need to do before we get started?”
She blushed. “No, dear. Go ahead.”
His hands squeezed her tightly, and he slowly brought his head down toward his wife's backside. She was close enough to the edge of the bed that he was still standing on the floor, and he ducked out and leaned in to the underside of her cheeks, his tongue already out and ready to start its business.
“Oh!”
She squealed out as the buildup of their sensual shower finally began to come to fruition. Carrot's tongue dragged up and down across her pussy. She squirmed under his touch, and he squeezed her cutie marks a little harder as he licked. “You taste so good,” he whispered before diving back in, this time opening his mouth wide and enveloping her entire marehood while his tongue sank inside and flicked this way and that, teasing anything it could touch. She moaned her approval, making no effort to quiet herself inside an empty house.
When Carrot pulled away from her pussy, his tongue and lower jaw glistened with moisture. “So wet already,” he said softly, and he returned to the space between those massive cheeks, this time bringing his left hand with him. He turned his head slightly and poked his tongue out with perfect precision, swirling it around and across her clitoris. He slid the second and third fingers of his now free hand inside her, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper, all the time rubbing the tender flesh inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” she whispered harshly, “Carrot, oh god, yes.” Her upper body sank into the blanket, giving in to her husband's efforts. “I need you so bad.”
His head withdrew while his fingers continued to massage inside her. “Are you ready for the plug?” he asked, leaning around her butt to look her in the eye.
“Almost,” she said, groaning once more as he struck a particularly sensitive spot. “Just a little more, please.”
He nodded and went back to work, teasing her clit with his tongue while his fingers performed their magic in her pussy. She cried out, then moaned softly as he finally pulled back and slid his hand free, now soaked in her juices. He stepped to the side and offered his fingers to Cup. “Do you want a taste, honey?”
She opened her mouth, and Carrot's fingers were soon enveloped by it. She sucked gently on both digits, the sensation of her own honey in her mouth causing her head to swim. When he pulled them out, she smacked her lips and said, “Okay, now you can do the plug.”
He smiled and slid back into position behind her. “Can you scoot up a little, honey? I want to get on the bed too.”
With a nod, Cup crawled forward until her hands were gripping the edge of the bed. “Good?”
“Perfect,” Carrot responded, assuming a kneeling position behind his wife, lube and butt plug in hand. She raised her ass higher in the air, and Carrot planted a kiss on her right cheek before returning to the task at hand. He popped open the lube and applied a generous amount to the pointed head of the plug. “It's coming in, okay?”
“Wait,” Cup said, and Carrot paused with sex toy in hand. “Could you...” Cup began to ask before trailing off.
“What is it, honey bun?” Carrot asked, leaning around again to make eye contact with his wife; thankfully, he didn't see fear or trepidation in her eyes, only desire.
“Could you eat it out first?” she asked. Her hands came back and gripped either side of her ass, spreading it wide in front of Carrot.
The stallion smiled. “Of course,” he said, and once again, his tongue found itself exercising all around one of his wife's holes, though this one was a little smaller and tasted much, well, saltier. He swirled it around the outside of her butthole, depositing copious amounts of saliva to assist with the lubrication process. While his left hand held the butt plug, he brought his right hand – remembering to use a different hand for each hole – around the base of her tail, giving it a little tug and causing Cup to let out a surprised squeak. He leaned his head back to take a few heavy breaths and used that opportunity to press the index finger of his right hand against her opening.
The first couple times they'd experimented with Cup's anus, she had been so nervous and tense that they'd never gotten past very brief analingus, but now, he felt her breathe out and relax as his finger sank into her. He didn't put it in very far, just enough to start the stimulation, then pulled it out almost all the way before sticking it in again a little farther. “Ah, Carrot,” she moaned as he slowly, gently fingered her ass, spreading the saliva inside. The more lube, the better.
He removed the digit from her butt and patted her just above the tail. “Plug now?”
“Yes please,” the mare moaned.
With his right hand bracing the small of her back, Carrot crouched down and lowered his head. With laser focus, he guided the small butt plug toward her anus, and with the copious amounts of lube applied to it and the natural liquid he'd provided, it crested her entrance easily. He eased it inside as Cup moaned louder and louder, and with a pop, it finally came to rest, the base sticking out far enough for him to retrieve it later. “It's in, Cup,” he said, rubbing her back. “How do you feel?”
“A little full,” she said, “but I'm definitely getting used to it.” As time and efforts had continued, Cup Cake had figured out how to relax her muscles and ease the tension that came with the thought of anal penetration, and now the plug was nothing new. It never ceased to be an odd feeling, but now the thought of it excited her rather than filling her with dread.
“Is there anything you'd like me to do next?” Carrot asked, still rubbing her back.
She shuddered a little from his touch. “Come around to me,” she said, slowly rising to a sitting position on the bed with her legs bent underneath her. “You need a little attention too.”
“All right,” Carrot whispered. He planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck. “Should I bring the lube?” She nodded an affirmative, and as he slid off the bed, he snatched the tube before circling around to the other side of the bed where Cup waited with her hands in her lap.
“Oh my,” Cup said, extending her right hand to grasp the end of her husband's erect cock. “Sorry to have left you out for so long, dear,” she said. Her eyes met his as she began to slowly stroke his shaft.
“Not at all,” Carrot said. “What matters now is that you're comfortable.”
“You're such a sweetheart,” Cup said. She rose up to a kneeling position, and her left hand looped around the back of the stallion's neck and gently coaxed his head down into another kiss. Her right continued its slow and steady motion along his length, and as they separated with panting breaths, she turned her focus back to the hard stallionhood in her hand. “My turn.”
Her left hand snuck up between Carrot's legs and found his testicles, which elicited a gasp from him. As her fingers gently rolled the orbs around, her right hand steadied its motion and held his cock firmly in place so her tongue could finally find its purchase. She flicked it against the tip of his penis, then encircled the end of his member with her mouth and sucked. “Oh, f-fuck,” Carrot blurted out, his body now trembling slightly as his raging erection finally received notice. “You're so good, Cup,” he whispered as her mouth streamed saliva down his length. He placed the hand not holding the lube atop her head, not applying pressure but letting her know that she was doing a wonderful job. With her left hand fondling his balls and her right gripping the base of his penis, Cup began to bob her head up and down, taking nearly half of her husband's considerable length into her mouth with each movement. Her right hand started to make up the difference by stroking the area she could not comfortably reach, and soon, she settled into a rhythm that was a beautiful combination of fellatio and handjob.
As pleasurable as her mouth was, though, she knew there was something else Carrot wanted to do, and she slowed her pace before releasing his erection, now glazed with her saliva. Her hands moved to her massive breasts, hoisting them up toward her husband. “Do you want to put the lube on, or should I?”
Carrot, panting a little from his wife's oral pleasure, held up the tube and popped it open. “Hold them up, and I'll put it on.” He held the lube above her cleavage, ready to deposit it.
She smiled and lifted the enormous mammaries up, and Carrot squeezed the tube. A thin string of lubrication drizzled over the top of her tits, and she hummed happily as Carrot cut off the stream and put the tube down on the bed. He had to step back slightly and bend down, but his eager hands found the waiting lube on her body, and with firm circular motions, he began to massage his wife's breasts, his fingers sinking into the ample flesh. They were heavy, warm, and more than a handful, and Cup leaned her head back as Carrot engaged in one of his favorite activities. It was high on her list as well; the experienced hands of a master baker like Carrot Cake knew just how to knead her knockers, glazing them with expert craftsmanship while grazing his thumbs against the supple flesh and her sensitive nipples just often enough to draw shivers and gasps out of the mare. The breast massage probably lasted a little longer than was necessary, but neither party lodged any complaints.
Once Cup's tits were glistening, Carrot reluctantly withdrew his hands and stood back up to his full height, his erection appearing even heartier than before. The mare spread her cleavage apart, and Carrot guided his cock into place where it nestled in between the two gigantic blue jugs. Cup brought her breasts back together, trapping his cock in place, and with a quick wink to her husband, started to fuck him with her magnificent tits. Years of experience meant that she knew exactly how to hold her assets in place to prevent him from popping out even when covered in lube, and the whole act felt much better when the surfaces were slick and moist. Carrot, on the other hand, simply put his hands at the small of his back and locked his hips in the forward position, letting the master do her work.
“Oh Carrot,” Cup moaned as she hefted her breasts up and down along his length, “your cock is so hot and hard.” She tilted her head forward and licked the head of his penis, and the stallion cried out. She looked back up to him, her motions pausing for a moment. “Can you do another round tonight, or do you want me to stop for now?”
“Two rounds – hah – won't be a problem, honey,” Carrot said while short of breath, reaching out a hand to stroke his wife's cheek. “May I finish this one in your mouth?”
She nuzzled against his hand. “Only if you ask nicely, dear,” she said with a sly smirk.
He grinned. “May I please finish round one inside your mouth, my darling wife?”
“Of course,” she answered, and with no warning, the titfuck resumed with renewed vigor.
Carrot twitched. “Ah, fuck, Cup,” he sputtered out as the energy of her boobjob increased. Her enormous tits seemed to swallow up his entire cock again and again, and the overwhelming warmth surrounding his stallionhood was swiftly becoming too much to bear. “Fuck, honey, I'm gonna cum – ah – real soon.”
She nodded and gave him a few more rubs with her breasts, then released his penis and quickly took it back into her mouth. This time, both hands stroked up and down the open shaft while her lips closed around the head and suckled, and she looked up to Carrot with expectant eyes.
With a deep groan, the stallion reached the tipping point, and Cup's vigorous strokes massaged his pulsing member as he erupted inside her mouth. He didn't cum in there often, but all the times he did had prepared her for the size and potency of his load. Her throat worked quickly to gulp down spurt after spurt of semen, and it poured hot and thick into her. He grunted as he continued to pump out cum, and Cup swallowed all but a small dribble that leaked from the corner of her mouth. Finally, Carrot released a long sigh as the last of his load seeped out, and Cup slurped up what was left inside her mouth. The pineapple he had eaten for dessert the night before left a slightly sweet taste to the semen – one of the benefits of years of experimentation, practice, and preparation.
Carrot pulled his hips back, and his now limp member flopped out of the mare's mouth. With one final swallow, Cup gasped and stuck out her tongue. A small drop of cum plopped onto her breasts. “Damn, Cup,” Carrot said, “that was amazing.”
“Don't you go quitting on me, now,” she said with a wink.
“Wouldn't dream of it, honey bun,” Carrot said, leaning down to kiss his wife on the nose. “The next round is where the real fun starts. Speaking of which...” Carrot gestured toward Cup's ass. “How's everything back there?”
She swiveled her body to show the base of the butt plug still sticking out of her. “Looks like it's going very well.” The tight and full feeling had actually begun to feel pleasurable, especially when she serviced Carrot. “What do we want to do next?”
“Well,” Carrot answered with a nod toward his penis, “I'm going to need a little time to recharge, so I think the focus is back on you.” He smiled at Cup as she sank back into the sitting position and blushed a little deeper. Carrot retrieved the lube from where it had fallen on the bed, then circled back around the bed to the rest of the waiting supplies on the nightstand. He picked up the dildo. “Step two?”
The blanket on the bed was dark with moisture beneath where Cup had given Carrot his oral and breast-based service. She swiveled her body around to face towards him. “Actually, dear, would it be all right if we skipped step two tonight?”
He cocked his head a little to the side. “What do you mean?”
She patted her rump with both hands. “I leave this little fella in here longer while you take care of me, and then we move right on to the main event.”
Carrot sat down on the bed and put an arm around his wife's shoulder. “Honey, I don't want you to do more than you're comfortable with, especially with something like this. Now, if you say that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do, but I need you to be certain.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and a slight smile.
Eyes filled with determination met his. “We've been practicing for this for two weeks, and while I might have been scared at first, lately, well, I've been looking forward to it more and more. And you,” she said, her hand gently rubbing his cheek, “have been so patient the entire time. You haven't rushed me or forced me to do more than I want, and while I love that about you, it's time for me to say that we're going to take the next step tonight. That's what I said at dinner, and I meant it.”
The married ponies came together for a brief but deep kiss. “Well, Mrs. Cake, if that's what you want, then that's what you're going to get.” Their lips brushed again. “So how about you lie back and I get you all preheated?”
She smirked. “Was that a baking pun?” His silly grin was the only answer she needed. “Oh, you,” she said, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. She adjusted her position on the bed so that her head rested on their thick, downy pillows, and she splayed her legs out to either side, exposing her eager wet pussy with the protruding plug just beneath.
Carrot set the tube down, then held up the dildo. “No sense letting this go to waste, is there?”
A little concern showed on Cup's face. “Did you wash it after the last time?”
“Thoroughly,” Carrot replied. “We can use it wherever we want.” He shook it just a little, the toy wobbling in his hand. “The only question is who's in control of it: you or me?”
“Let me,” Cup said. Past experience had revealed that the blue mare was more able to accept the dildo into her anus if she underwent an orgasm first; it relaxed her body and mind enough to make it easier for her muscles to stay loose.
“Lube?” Carrot asked.
Cup reached her right hand down to her pussy and spread it wide. A trickle of moisture ran down her inner thigh. “I think I'll be all right.” She reached out her other hand.
Like passing a baton, Carrot gave the toy to his wife, and the next leg of their relay began. Cup settled her body and used the dildo with expert technique, rubbing the ribbed shaft along the entrance of her marehood while the fingers of her other hand began to gently tease around her clit. Soon the shaft of the toy was coated with slick juices, and the mare moaned as the mood of the moment manifested in magnificent masturbation.
Carrot watched her closely, the desire swelling within his body once again. Part of it was the incredibly arousing scene in front of him, but even more so was the love he felt for the mare pleasuring herself in front of him. She could have said no at any point along the line, and he would have agreed not to approach the subject again. This whole experience, however, further solidified their trust in one another, and the desire to explore each other made him appreciate all the aspects of his wife that rarely found their way to the forefront of his mind. She was brave in the face of adversity; she eagerly worked with him (and he with her) to overcome obstacles; she was open and honest when it came to how she felt, and both of them could freely share their deepest emotions, fears, and feelings even in the heat of making love. And it didn't hurt anything that every single part of her was beautiful, from her two-toned pink mane to her delicate feet and every delicious curve in between.
A loud cry of “Oh!” returned his mind to the task at hand. Cup had moved on from just teasing, and now the tip of the dildo lay nestled inside her pussy. Slowly, she pushed the toy inside herself, grunting with pleasure as it penetrated her.
Carrot put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him. “Honey bun,” he said, “can I join in?”
Short of breath, she answered, “Yes, please.”
His mouth met hers, and they kissed ferociously, pulling away briefly just to tangle their tongues again. Each breath she drew and moan that escaped her mouth while their lips locked excited him more, and his right hand caressed her head, then shoulder, then a little further south to her left breast. As they kissed, he squeezed and teased her titanic tit, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers before fondling the rest of the supple mound.
Once their mouth exercise had finished, Carrot planted little kisses at the base of her neck, then traveled lower to meet his hand at the mountainous peaks of his wife's breasts. His other hand joined the excursion, each eager mitt clamping down onto of her enormous jugs. Cup moaned out, “Mmh, I love it when you play with my tits, Carrot.” He looked up into her face and winked, then turned his attention back to her breasts. Each one received its due attention with a thorough massage and a healthy dose of teased nipples. While they were still slick from the earlier coating of lube, Carrot had no trouble maintaining his grip, and even the lingering bit of flavor wasn't enough to get in the way of him pleasuring his wife. Each little pink nub was licked, suckled, and given a gentle bite, drawing more cries of approval from the mare on the receiving end.
Carrot heard and felt her motions begin to increase in speed and intensity. He peeked down toward her pussy. The dildo, guided by her left hand, pumped in and out at a rapid pace, while her right index and middle fingers feverishly caressed just above where she penetrated herself, rapidly stimulating her clitoris. “Oh, I'm close,” Cup whispered between desperate breaths, and Carrot did his part by pushing her breasts together so that the nipples met in the middle of the mass of flesh; he clamped his mouth around both of them, suckling like a hungry infant. “Ah! Fuck!” Cup shouted, and Carrot squeezed her tits together and continued to suck as his wife threw her head back into the pillows and arched her back. A series of ecstatic screams filled the room as her whole body trembled with the force of her orgasm.
Finally, she sank back down onto the blanket, and Carrot released her now-hard nipples from his mouth, allowing her breasts to flop back down to either side. He turned back toward her marehood and watched her slowly extract the now-soaked dildo, her right hand still lazily rubbing near her clit. Carrot squeezed her breasts one more time before sitting up beside her. “Feeling better now?”
“So much better,” Cup answered. “Definitely...relaxed.” She held out the dildo to Carrot. “I think we're done with this.”
“That's fine,” he said. He took the toy from her, then held it up for inspection. His wife's juices coated the outside of the dildo, which caused the transparent toy to glisten with an enticing sheen. “Although,” he said quietly, “no sense letting a good thing go to waste.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue down the shaft, scooping a healthy amount of Cup's essence into his mouth; he swirled it around for a moment before swallowing.
A bright blush spread across the blue pony's cheeks. “Oh sweetie, how naughty.”
“I can't help it,” Carrot said with a grin. “You just taste so delicious, honey bun.” Another lick netted him some more mare juice, which he eagerly gulped down before placing the toy back on the nightstand. “Now let's get ready,” he said, and soon a condom was retrieved from the waiting box.
“How are you doing?” Cup asked. Her hand rested on his hip.
He turned back toward her, condom in hand, then rose to a kneeling position. His stallionhood had already begun to rise back towards full mast. “Nearly there, I think,” he answered. “Want to bring me the rest of the way?”
“Of course, dear,” she said, and her hand slid around from hip to waiting member. Several long, slow strokes proved enough for it to harden back to its former glory, and Cup sat up to give the eager penis a soft kiss near the head. She looked back up at Carrot. “Give me the condom.” He tore open the small foil package and handed her the latex. With a pinch of the tip, Cup lined up the little circle with the head of his penis and rolled its full length down the shaft, nearly all the way to his balls. Satisfied with the results, she kissed the tip once again, then looked back down to the bed. “Now where's that lube gone?”
Carrot glanced around, then spotted it near the foot of the bed and pointed. “There it is.”
“All right,” Cup said, and she retrieved the tube and squeezed out a few small beads onto Carrot's erection. She rubbed around his shaft and up to the head, coating the entire thing with lubrication. Carrot's breathing was heavy as she gave his eager member attention, and she smiled up at him after the application was complete. “Now lie down, and we'll get started.”
“Um, honey,” Carrot said, pointing toward her backside, “aren't you forgetting something?”
Cup blushed again. “Oh dear,” she said, putting a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. “I almost did.” She swiveled her hips around and swung her butt out, and sure enough, the base of the butt plug still jutted out from between her cheeks. “Guess I got a little too excited.” Both ponies chuckled before she reached down and grasped it. “Well, let's just take care of that right now.” With a soft coo and surprisingly minimal effort, she tilted the plug, slid it out of its resting place, and set it down on the blanket near the foot of the bed. “All right, that's better. Now lie down.”
Carrot caressed the side of her face. “Are you sure you don't need more time?”
“Who's more nervous here, me or you?” Cup asked with a grin. She leaned in and gave Carrot a kiss on the cheek, then the lips. “Now's the perfect time. I'm relaxed, you're good to go, and we've been waiting so long; let's finally do this.” Her hands gripped his shoulders and gently guided him down onto the bed so that his head now lay in the pillows, and Cup knelt over the top of him. His erection pointed straight up toward Cup's ample ass, and she reached back to grab her butt. They made eye contact one more time. “I love you, Carrot.”
“Love you too, Cup,” Carrot whispered back. He reached down and grasped the base of his penis for stabilization while his other hand touched his wife's hip. “Ready?”
“Ready.” Slowly and carefully, Cup lowered her rump until it made contact with the tip of Carrot's member. She spread her cheeks wide and took in a deep breath; as she released it, she pushed down a little further, and Carrot held his stallionhood in place. There was some resistance, but with both ponies' combined effort and the aid of the lubrication, his head finally slipped inside her anus.
“Ah, oh god, you're so good,” Carrot said, his free hand rubbing her hip but not applying any pressure. She needed to proceed at her own pace. “You're doing so well.”
“Oh, Carrot,” she said, slowing her movement to a snail's pace. “It feels a little strange, but it's not bad. How does it feel for you?”
Barely more than the tip was inside, but he could already feel how tightly she gripped him. “It's amazing, honey. You feel amazing.”
Her face showed no signs of pain and very little discomfort; instead, it seemed to indicate more curiosity and anticipation. “I'm gonna keep going, okay?” Carrot nodded, then whispered encouragements and comforts to Cup as she continued her descent, her butt swallowing up more and more of his stallionhood. Finally, when she reached a little over halfway down, she paused, breathing hard. “Fuck, sweetie,” she said, “I think that's all I can do.”
No longer needing to stabilize his member, Carrot brought both his hands up and cupped his wife's face with them. “That's more than enough, honey bun. You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you.” His fingers rubbed against her cheek. “Is everything all right?”
Cup released the grip on her butt, allowing it to fully envelop Carrot's penis. “More than all right,” she answered. “I never thought this would feel good, but I think I'm starting to get into it.” She placed a hand to either side of her husband's chest. “It's probably because of all the practice. Thank you, Carrot.” Her smile was full of warmth. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
Carrot rolled his back up off the bed and brought his lips to Cup's, kissing her deeply before laying back down. “And thank you for being so brave. You didn't have to do any of this, but you stuck with it.” His hands took their place on her hips. “It's so tight and warm inside you.”
“Well then get ready,” she said coyly, though Carrot could swear there was just the faintest glimmer of a tear in her eye. “I'm about to start moving, sweetie.”
“Go ahead,” he said back. He gritted his teeth as she started a very slow rhythm, her rear passage grinding against his member as both ponies became accustomed to the motions and sensations of anal sex. It wasn't much different from vaginal in many ways, but the slightly more forward positioning of Cup's body and the sensitive nature of the anus meant that adjustments had to be made, both in angles and speed. More than once, they had to pause for a few moments and shift their bodies around just to ensure that both parties were having an enjoyable time.
Finally, however, they found their perfect setting, and the room filled with moans from mare and stallion alike. Carrot stared hungrily at his wife as she started to pick up the pace little by little, her breasts bouncing in time with her backside. His hands snaked around her hips to grip her ass, holding on to the fleshy buttocks for dear life as her speed increased. She twisted her body a little to the side to allow her fingers access to her clit. Carrot watched with rapt attention as she rubbed against the sensitive nub, her marehood still leaking from her earlier orgasm. In a husky voice, he said, “Oh yeah, play with yourself, Cup. It's so fucking hot.”
“Ah,” she squealed. “Carrot, please, fuck me. Fuck my fat ass!”
Spurred on by her motivating words, Carrot tightened his grasp on her cheeks, and she paused at the apex of her motion. Now it was his turn to take control, and he bucked his hips, driving his lubed cock into her ass. He kept his thrusts shallow so that he wouldn't go past where she was comfortable, but they were quick, jabbing stabs that made Cup throw her head back and groan loudly. Her fingers danced across her clitoris as Carrot rapidly rammed her rump, his own grunts mingling with hers.
Soon, his thrusts became deeper and slower, though still not past the point where Cup had stopped her earlier descent. Her ass was unbelievably tight, and it totally enveloped his cock so that every inch that pushed inside her felt intense stimulation. He tried to hold off as long as he could but found himself unable to tear his eyes or thoughts away from the scene before him: most of his stallionhood disappeared time and again into Cup's supple behind; just above, she pinched and rolled her clit between finger and thumb; her hanging breasts swung back and forth like pendulums keeping time with every thrust; her eyes were shut, but her mouth hung open as perpetual deep moans of ecstasy poured out. As the sensation began to build within him, he sputtered out, “Cup, I'm – fuck – I'm gonna cum soon.”
“Do it,” she grunted. “Cum inside my ass!”
It only took a few more pumps for Carrot to reach his limit, and he squeezed hard on Cup's ass as he erupted for the second time that night. “Fuck! Yes! Oh, Cup!” The orgasm wracked his body with waves of pleasure, each one focused into another surge of seed shooting into the waiting reservoir tip of the condom. Cup's anal passage clamped down around him, heightening each sensation to a degree he hadn't felt in a long time. Just when he thought there couldn't be any more left in the tank, his testicles delivered one final gift, and Carrot shook as the last of his load escaped from him. He pulled his hips away from Cup, and his member flopped out, utterly spent at last.
Cup rolled over to the side and lay down on the bed parallel to Carrot, and he quickly reached down to the base of his cock and grabbed the condom, tearing it off in one swift motion and depositing it in the small wastebasket next to the bed. His attention turned back to his wife, who was still rubbing her love button. She met his eyes. “I-I'm close, dear,” she whimpered. “Help me, please.” His left hand reached down to join hers, two fingers easily sliding inside and caressing her vaginal tunnel. The other arm looped around her shoulders, and Carrot bent down to give her a deep kiss. Two tongues intertwined as their fingers continued their business, and at last, Cup's body shuddered and twitched with a much less intense but still satisfying orgasm, leaving her inner walls and Carrot's fingers slick with wetness.
Husband and wife lay next to each other for several minutes. The room that had once reverberated with cries of joy and pleasure now playing host to labored breathing as they took a well-deserved rest. Finally, Carrot broke the silence. “Wow, honey bun.”
She looked back at him with tired, happy eyes. “Yeah. Wow.”
“How did it feel to do the real thing?” Carrot asked. He took her hand in his and sidled up a little closer to her.
“Better than I ever thought it could,” Cup answered, squeezing his hand in response. “When we first started trying, it was a little weird and painful, but now...” She trailed off. “I'm not sure how to put it. It's still weird, but at the same time, it felt kinda good.” She leaned in and gave Carrot a peck on the nose. “Maybe it's because I know it made you happy too.”
“You've got that right,” Carrot said. “I always knew you had the best ass in Equestria, and now I know that's true both inside and out.” He smirked and stealthily gave her butt a pinch.
Her cheeks flushed pink. “Oh, you,” she said, gently pushing against his chest. The two of them shared a light laugh before Cup continued, “There is one thing I want to try next time.”
“Next time?” Carrot asked. “So you're okay with doing anal again?”
“Absolutely, dear,” Cup said. “I'd be glad to add it to our lineup. But next time, maybe we can keep using the dildo when we move on to the main event?”
“Whatever you're comfortable with trying, honey bun,” Carrot answered. “You know I'll be there with you every step of the way.”
“I know you will,” Cup whispered, and she pulled him in for a soft kiss. When they separated, she wore a sly smile. “And since my butt is no longer off-limits, maybe someday we can see about doing something with yours.”
It was Carrot's turn to blush. He stammered, “W-well, honey, that might be something to talk about a little – a lot later, don't you think?” A sheepish grin spread across his face.
“Don't worry, dear,” she said. “We won't do anything you're not comfortable with, and if we do decide to have that kind of sex, we'll be sure to put in a lot of practice first. Isn't that right?”
His expression softened. “You know, you're absolutely right.” He wrapped his arms around her midsection and nuzzled against her, and silence once again overtook the bedroom as mare and stallion began to drift off to sleep after their eventful night. Neither Carrot Cake nor Cup Cake knew what the next step in deepening their love would be, but both husband and wife knew that if they faced it together, it would all work out in the end.
