Milk Cartons

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Mr. Cake, Sex, Mrs. Cake, Equestria Girls
Length: 2356

The Cakes and Pinkie prepare to surprise all of Canterlot High with Pinkie's giant tits.

Pinkie wants to share her breast milk with everyone, and the Cakes are all too happy to help.

Contains: Lactation, Incest (technically not), Large Breasts, Anal, Masturbation, Giant Ass

Commissioned by Rondome

Published 2017-08-15 23:50:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-15 23:50:07 UTC

Preperations

Today was the day. Today was finally the day. Pinkie had been waiting a long time for this, letting her breasts store up all they would need, and they were now sore. She didn’t care though. Not when it would make her possibly cum during lunch as she watched dozens of people enjoy her breast milk.

Two hundred cartons was the goal for today. Ms. and Mr. Cake had brought her in well before school for this. They both knew what she wanted to do, and they both had given her full permission to do as she needed, and to get the help she needed. That meant Mr. Cake was standing beside her, completely naked.

She swallowed hard as she glanced to her side. Her ‘dad’ as she often saw him as wasn’t the most impressive guy in the world. Average cock and a slim body with gangly limbs. It was a perfect contrast to his petite and fluffy wife, and it was fortunately not quite Pinkie’s type, lest this be even weirder.

He had objected to being naked at first, but when Pinkie did what she still needed to, it was obvious he would need to. After all, he liked bigger girls, and a fluffy girl like her with breasts twice the size of her own head was exactly his type, and he didn’t want her to be in pain during this.

She was the only one who still had to get undressed, as Ms. Cake had joined in on the fun, standing on the other side of the table then Pinkie. She looked excited for all of this herself, her own heaving bosom shaking as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her job was to grab the milk cartons as they were needed, and to get the ones that were filled out of the way.

Pinkie swallowed hard as she finally began to pull her shirt up. She wasn’t shy about her body, not at all in fact. She loved her lewd tits, with nipples big enough to normally poke through her shirt and bra, much to the annoyance of many teachers. At least she was willing to wear a bra again, as for her freshman year she had refused.

This was a little different though. She wasn’t actually used to doing really… well, slutty things with her body. Her friends had free reign with her chest and ass, and she loved watching their hands sink into her bosom. She’d even nursed Rainbow a few times to help her relax after practice. She never touched others though, or was so blatantly ready to be fucked like she was likely to be after this.

These were two of the closest people to her in the world though, so she was willing to let what would happen happen. Pinkie finally began to really pull at her shirt. Especially when she didn’t wear a bra like today, it was hard for her to get it off, and she could feel the fat mounds jiggle and jostle as she tried to get free of the cloth.

Until two well trained hands came underneath them, caressing her until they pulled the shirt away from her. Pinkie’s breasts fell freely almost immediately as she gasped at the touch. Her chest was beyond sensitive right now, so Mr. Cake’s touch had moistened her lower lips. Even worse, as they flattened against her stomach from the fall, a few rivulets sprayed from her engorged nipples as she moaned. They continued to sway and shake, the quick burst of momentum making them rather unruly.

Mr. Cake’s hands stopped them from getting too out of control as he gripped their sides, causing Pinkie to squeak as she could feel a line of juice begin to run down her thigh. She was already loving this, and she wasn’t even properly ready, as her tight booty shorts were still on.

Ms. Cake helped with that, reaching over and undoing the single button that they had, and then pulling down viciously. They quickly fell after they got past her fat rump, but the suction from her lower lips made Pinkie moan again as they were released. Now she could feel something hard pressed against her ass, and she squeaked as Mr. Cake thrust against her large ass.

This was the part of her that Applejack liked the most finding her surprisingly firm, but huge, ass much better for a pillow. Mr. Cake didn’t even start to threaten to penetrate her as her thick rump folded over his cock like a bun to a hot dog. Here his cock would stay, or her thighs, and would grind against her, letting him get off while they did all of this.

And she could already feel his precum soaking her ass. And with it, Pinkie let her lust and perverted whims take over.

She shook her ass, giggling a little as Mr. Cake grunted. She could feel his cock tremble against her. He was already so close, which made her a little happy that she could make him so happy so quickly, but she wanted more. Her hands placed themselves on his, and she finally moaned, “Please milk me.”

It was… kind of what the two Cakes had been waiting for to begin draining her heaving bosom, but it only made Ms. Cake grin while Mr. Cake paled. They had both agreed to a secondary plan, but for now Mr. Cake shook his head, signaling to his wife that he wasn’t ready, even as he gripped Pinkie’s breasts tight and pointed her nozzles at the two openings of the milk cartons.

Mr. Cake’s hands sank into her flesh. Her bosom yielded instantly to his hands, just like her loins did more of her arousal soaked her legs. He wasn’t out to tease or be gentle though. No, when they yielded, he gripped into them hard, putting as much pressure on her sensitive mounds as possible.

Pinkie’s eyes almost rolled back as she felt relief and arousal rip through her body. She knew she repressed this side of her more than she should normally, but now let it go. Her tongue hung out as she panted, wanting more of this feeling while her ass shook and bounced against Mr. Cake’s cock.

Her nipples opened up freely to the pressure, having been ill prepared dams for the amount of milk that had been kept in reserve. Even Ms. Cake was surprised as milk flew from Pinkie’s tits like water from a geyser. The first push on her mounds gave enough milk to fill both of the cartons, and even have a little spill over, but Ms. Cake was fast and let barely more than a drop be wasted as she performed her duty.

Pinkie’s legs twitched as she felt Mr. Cake presse his full weight against her ass. Yes, she had done it. She had made him so excited and happy that he was going to let his milk out. She would have done more than just stood there as he thrust against her one more time, but her own juices were spraying onto the ground enough to paralyze her for the moment.

His first load was quite impressive for such an old stallion, though Pinkie didn’t know how regular this was for him, and large, long strings of pale white liquid sprayed out from between her ass cheeks. They then fell back down, splashing onto her firm rump. From one load, he had already made a mess of her back end, and he wasn’t anywhere close to placid yet.

In fact, this was how it would go for almost ten minutes, and Pinkie’s world was turned on its head during this time. She had expected the Cakes to get embarrassed the louder she got, but they only got more excited. Mr. Cake’s hands, which were experts at this task from all the dough he’d kneaded in life, was relentless on her breasts, while Ms. Cake somehow managed to keep up with the other two, even though she kept one hand between her thighs.

Carton after carton, her engorged breasts released all the milk they could, spraying downwards like hoses as Pinkie’s own arousal made more and more fill her jugs. Each set of cartons also represented one climax for Pinkie, who was quickly losing strength, all because her breasts became steadily more sensitive, and they had started at a dangerous spot.

Ms. Cake would say it happened at eighty two cartons, while Pinkie swore it was at five thousand, that the poor girl couldn’t keep herself up anymore. Her legs were practically dead, and thoroughly drenched in her own juices as she shook and panted. She was done, even though she wanted to keep filling up the cartons. She wanted to just keep going.

Ms. Cake grinned as Pinkie unconsciously said those last few words out loud, and Mr. Cake swallowed hard, He’d cum about five times now, but he’d gone almost twenty times before with his wife, who was a sex fiend through and through. Ever since Pinkie had turned eighteen, she had wanted to do something like this with Pinkie, and that was why they had this plan in place. This horrible, debaucherous, glorious plan.

There were no words to prepare Pinkie, as Mr. Cake was too nervous for them. All he did was place his hands on her ass instead of her breasts. His arms were surprisingly strong as he lifted Pinkie up, getting a small squeal from the poor girl as he did so, but not nearly like the one from when Ms. Cake grabbed ahold of Pinkie’s still erect nipples.

And then, he thrust up, slamming his cock into Pinkie’s ass. He wasn’t allowed to use her pussy, a rule he had had to fight for so that he would only ever make his wife pregnant, but her ass, in their plan, was free game. Pinkie screamed in ecstasy at finally being filled. It hurt. Oh how it hurt, but oh how she didn’t care, especially while Ms. Cake yanked on her nipples, keeping them pointed to a bowl the size of a person that she’d placed on the table.

Mr. Cake’s cock was trapped inside Pinkie while she screamed, her whole body wrapping up tight from the rough play. She loved being used like this, just like she loved the idea of being the school’s milk girl. She always had to repress this side of her. The one that wanted to be a fucktoy, but now it let itself out as she screamed, “Harder!”

And Mr. Cake could do nothing but oblige as he put her back onto the floor, but used the momentum of letting her down to also slam her hard into the table in front of them, her tits splashing into the small pool of milk that had already begun to form in the bowl. He was merciless with her, just like his wife had trained him to be with her. His hips gave her not a second’s rest as they hammered away, over and over again, her waist slamming into the table with each and every thrust.

As for Ms. Cake, while her husband got his fill of acting upon their ‘daughter’, she got her fill gazing upon her. The normally sweet, innocent seeming baker sat in one of the few chairs in the kitchen and spread her legs wide. Her pink folds were all Pinkie could focus on now, with her eyes at least, and they widened as she watched her ‘mother’ almost fisting herself.

Because of her. Because she was finally fucking Mr. Cake. Finally acting on the small joke she’d thought of a hundred times. Walking out of the shower naked, offering to wash his back, all meant to make him uncomfortable, but now… Now she would need to remember to act upon those thoughts when she got home.

She was tired at this point though. So tired. Her heaving bosom was coated in her own milk, still releasing more into the basin as she continued to cum, and her ass was sore from the reaming that Mr. Cake was giving her. It was all too much for the inexperienced woman, and she let her eyes close.

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“Man, the milk tastes great today!”

“I know, right? I want to know what they did so they can keep it up!”

Pinkie smiled as she heard more responses like that to her milk as people drank it. Apparently the basin had filled the last of what she had hoped to get filled, and then some, but she couldn’t really remember it now. Not with how exhausted she was, and how blurred that last part of it was.

Her parents away from her parents weren’t about to use that to try to pretend that they did nothing, but instead rubbed her head as she smiled. Their touch was still so nice, and Pinkie wasn’t the sort to let what happened corrupt that. She always loved head rubs.

Ms. Cake was the first to speak as she ran her fingers through Pinkie’s cotton candy hair. “Honey, I wanted to discuss what we did this morning. When we, well… We didn’t really have your permission, and while it seemed like we got it…”

Mr. Cake sighed and finished for his wife, who was probably having a hard time apologizing for going too far, just like any other time she’d done so in their bedroom. “We’re sorry if we overstepped our boundaries, or if you had no interest in doing such things with us.”

Pinkie smiled as she looked at her dad. He still wasn’t really her type, but after feeling that pounding… “I think it’d work better if you tied me up next time. Maybe even gag me so we can go for longer.”

Mr. Cake, paled. His wife, cheered, and Pinkie merely smiled, wondering if any of her friends would like to join in on all of this too.

Author's Note

Check out my original works here! They aren't nearly as smutty as this unfortunately.