Cup Cake and the Pregnancy Suit

Cup Cake and the Pregnancy Suit

By Klamnei

“Holy biscuits, Cuppy,”Carrot Cake whispered. “Y-You… I mean, th-that costume…”

Cup Cake did a slow twirl to show off her completed outfit. She was wearing a low-cut, form-fitting black dress that hugged every centimeter of her generous curves. The long hem and sleeves had fine lace hanging off them like spiderwebs, she had on several large rings with fine rubies on them, and her fingernails were the color of blood. Her generous cleavage was on full display for all to see, and she’d tied back her mane so she could don a shoulder-length wig, black as midnight and straight as can be.

“I’m glad you approve.” Cup sauntered closer to Carrot, the dim light of their bedroom making her look all the more mysterious. She was wearing black eyeliner, she’d colored her eyebrows black, she’d powdered her face to look paler, and had completed it all with the reddest lipstick you’d ever seen. She’d even dyed and straightened her tail to match. “How about the pregnancy suit? Does it look real?”

Carrot’s eyes dared to travel down to Cup’s protruding middle. Big, round, and beautiful as he remembered, it was one of those full body ones that not only had the belly, but also padding in the hips, rear, and bust. It was even enchanted to match her skin color!

“You...” He gulped. “L-Look just like you did with the twins...”

They’d just finished getting everything ready for the couples party. The guests hadn’t arrived yet, but the first ones should be arriving in about a half hour. The lights from the festivities outside were already lit as foals and adults alike began their hunt for tricks and treats.

Cup’s eyes roved all over Carrot in turn. He was in a pinstripe suit and black bowtie, his mane smoothed and slicked back. He’d grown a thin moustache and had dyed all his hair black—including his tail—topping it all off with a faint bit of eyeliner himself. In his breast pocket was a packet of chocolate cigars, but he was saving those for when he was with the guests.

“You look rather nice, yourself.” Her gaze travelled lower, spotting a rapidly growing bulge. “My, my... I really do look pregnant, don’t I?”

Carrot clenched his fists. The suit accentuated all of Cup’s best qualities while leaving little to the imagination—a marvelous masterpiece of maternity. “I can’t believe you found a twins version. You told me you were having trouble tracking one down!”

Cup rested a hand atop the stomach padding. Firm with a bit of give, it was almost scary how real it felt. “I convinced the store owner in Canterlot to special order one from someone he knew in the Hollow Shades. One thing he did warn me about, though—this suit is, e-erm… well...”

Carrot noticed Cup was starting to blush. “It’s what?”

Cup bit her lip. “I-It’s meant for having fun in the bedroom. It’s got spells on it to make it seem more real, but it also has a few… erm, openings. Or something like that, at least. I was in a hurry when he was trying to explain things…”

Speaking of not listening, Carrot’s gaze was getting more and more intense. His pulse was rising, his lips were dry, and he was drawing closer to her little by little, now only a hand’s breadth between them.

Cup smirked. She did nothing to stop his advance, her own pulse racing, as well. She pressed her fake baby bump against Carrot’s stomach, relishing the way he bit back a groan. His hands snuck back to grope her juicy rear, his eyes widening upon feeling the suit.

“Luna almighty...” Carrot’s fingers sank into the thick material. “It’s so warm…”

Cup looped her hands around his back. “Maybe a taste of things to come, hmm? What do you think? Is it time our family of four became a family of—”

Carrot cut her off with a hungry kiss. His lips enveloped hers to taste sweet cherries, pulling her closer with sudden strength. She moaned into his mouth and leaned in, returning the kiss while their hands moved all over each other’s bodies. They fondled each other while making out like hormone-addled teenagers, the old flame sparking to life like so many times before, an electric rush racing through them.

They moved onto the bed together, not breaking their kiss while grinding more and more. Cup felt Carrot lift up the bottom of her dress, pulling the stretchy fabric bit by bit past her legs. She loosened his belt and pants, shucking them off with his boxers to let his stallionhood spring free. Immediately she caught wind of his dry, earthy scent, and it was like lightning on a dry plain. She growled and took charge of their kiss, holding his head in her hands and sucking each of his lips in turn.

Carrot found himself pushed down onto the bed. Cup loomed over him a moment with a wolfish grin before swinging her leg over him to straddle his waist, her dress still pulled up over her hips. The pregnancy suit did indeed have a pair of openings where it mattered, and Cup wasted little time in lining up the first opening with Carrot’s twitching pride. She gripped his base in her hand and eased lower, eventually feeling his tip pressing in, little by little, more and more...

Until Carrot gripped her wide hips and thrust. He didn’t make a sound, but his flushed face spoke volumes. The months of being too tired or busy all paying off now in spades, and he pushed into Cup’s velvety depths with only the softest of grunts, the increased weight of the suit making it seem all the more real. Their eyes were glued to each other the whole time, every wave of sensation just making them want more.Neither could get enough of the other, goading each other to go harder, DEEPER...

If Cup didn’t know better, she’d swear Carrot was bigger. She was already moaning long and loud, an ache welling deep inside like a hunger. She was soon riding Carrot like a seasoned cowmare, her thoughts honing in on where they were joined, Carrot’s cock sinking deeper with every twitch and spasm. She squeezed him with her powerful core, her silky muscles rippling around his thickness, and soon his silence was shattered as he joined her moans.

It was hard to tell who was more eager. They held nothing back as they raced each other to the finish, the hot, sticky sounds of sex filling the air. Carrot fully hilted inside Cup, now fallen into a lusty rhythm, thrusting in time with every rise and fall of her hips. He pounded her again and again with all his might, and she claimed him with wild abandon, her thick thighs and padded rear bouncing atop his lap over and over, the hungering ache overshadowed by a fullness. The pregnancy suit was starting to stick to Cup’s sweaty body, the round shape swaying and distorting with her movements, but she hardly noticed so close to the finish.

“CUPPY!” Carrot managed. “I-I’m—”

“YES!” Cup dropped her full weight and squeezed. “YESSSSS!”

Carrot arched his back so hard he lifted them. His seed rocketed up to flood her depths, his balls tightening and swelling to pump her full over and over. Cup felt it as a thick, wet heat that was like a water balloon bursting inside her, her whole body stiffening as she went soaring into the clouds. Again and again Carrot came inside her, and she greedily took it all, squeezing so tight that not a single drop escaped her.

Carrot didn’t know how long his peak dragged on. Ten seconds, twenty… it might’ve even been longer. Every time he thought he was about to come down, a fresh spikewould come charging in and renew that need for release. More and more he filled her, yet his wife seemed insatiable, her sexy sounds a serenade of approval.

Until finally, they came down together. They clasped each other’s hands and locked fingers, a glowing, goofy smile on their faces.

“I love you,” Carrot whispered.

Cup squeezed his hands. “Love you, too.”

They sat there together in silence a few moments, revelling in the high and the warmth of each other’s bodies.

“Been a while,” Carrot said.

Cup nodded. “Too long.”

Carrot’s eyes flicked down to where they were joined. “You’re sure, then?”

Cup’s smile turned playful. “Second thoughts already?”

Carrot rolled his eyes. “I wanted this months ago, if you’ll recall. A certain worrywart wanted to make sure the new store was in the black—”

—I know.” Cup guided his hands to the fake bump. “But money’s not a problem anymore. Our dream is really happening!”

Carrot looked up at the ceiling. “The Sugarcube Corner franchise...”

Cup wiggled her hips. “Our future’s brighter than it’s ever been. We have enough money to put as many buns in my oven as we want!”

Carrot waggled his eyebrows. “Even a baker’s dozen?”

Oh, how Cup moaned at that one. All those smiling faces and sounds of laughter… She could already see it in her mind’s eye, her gaze turning to the family pictures on the wall—

As well as the time on the clock.

“We need to clean up, honeybun.” Cup eased herself off of Carrot’s length, mindful to keep every bit of his gift inside. “Ponies are going to be here soon, so... come on, where’s that—ah, there we go! Just need to put this in there like that, and—mmph, oh yes...”

Carrot watched Cup fish in her nightstand before pulling out an item he’d never seen. It was a large dildo-shaped plug, black in color, rubbery and heavy-looking. She wasted no time putting it in her marehood to seal in his essence, and when it was fully inserted, there was a small flash as it combined with the suit.

“Where’d you get that?” he asked.

Cup stood up and took a few steps. Not only was the plug amazingly snug, you couldn’t even tell there’d been an opening in the suit at all. “It was one of the—ohthat’sgood—accessories with the suit. Was pretty much the only thing I—nnngh—listened to the owner explain—oooh…”

Those little grunts and squeaks were replenishing Carrot’s second wind. Her sexy sashaying form the best kind of eye candy, her bountiful curves sultry and smooth. “R-Right, well… I’ll leave you to fix your makeup. Come on down when you’re ready—”

“Sweetie,” Cup said. “You might want to feel around your mouth.”

Carrot blinked. He did as she said, then pulled back his fingers to find them coated in scarlet lipstick.

“Whoops!” he said, chuckling. “Although, it’s kinda tempting to leave it. Show off how frisky we can get.”

Cup smoothed out her dress and gestured to the bathroom with a come-hither look. “I think most already know, stud muffin. C’mon, let’s get ready to party.”