“Don’t worry, Mrs. Cake. I got it.” Pinkie zipped past the stocky blue mare in a blur of pink, snatching the trays from the top shelf and moving them into position before the baker could even blink.

“Thank you, dearie,” Cup Cake acknowledged as she looked over her assembled materials. “Hmm. Looks like there’s not enough flour. I’ll just—”

*Thump*

“Oh! Well, there it is.” She gestured to the bag that had plopped itself onto the counter.

“Anything else?”

Cup Cake smiled. “Pinkie, dearie. You know I love you like a daughter—”

“The responsible kind who actually pays rent,” Carrot Cake called from the bakery counter.

“—but don’t you think you might be going just a tiny bit overboard?”

Pinkie gave the question its due consideration, and then gave an equally thoughtful response. “Nah.”

Cup Cake rolled her eyes, though a chuckle still escaped her lips. “I’m pregnant, dearie, not infirm.”

“All I heard was the pregnant part, which is the super-duper most importantest part! You’ve got a foal in you, a future Cake baking in your oven. And you don’t want me to help?” Pinkie asked as though the blue mare were speaking nonsense.

“Helping is fine. You’ve always been a good helper. But I don’t need you doting on me, especially not this early in the pregnancy. You’ll tire yourself out long before I really—” Cup Cake cut herself off. She saw Pinkie shaking, biting her lip to suppress her giggles. Her husband, she heard, was far less restrained and had burst out laughing. “Okay, yes. I heard it the moment I said it.” She chuckled. “Pinkie Pie ever getting tired? Ha! What a silly idea.”

“Yeah. Super silly. Almost as silly as a pregnant mare saying she doesn’t need help carrying heavy objects, or climbing up ladders, or working near an open flame, or—”

Cup Cake silenced the ponker with a hoof jammed between her teeth. “I appreciate it, Pinkie. You know I do,” she assured in that gentle, maternal way of hers. For as long as Pinkie had known her, the blue mare with the swirly pink mane had always talked like this. Well, she tended to speak differently in the bedroom, but who didn’t? Regardless, it made Pinkie think that this mare was born to be a good mother. “But I’m still capable of doing things for myself. I might be pregnant, but I’m still a mare with thoughts, desires, a cutie mark, and bills to pay.”

“Also, those scrumptious birthing hips,” Pinkie added with an exaggerated lick of the lips.

Cup Cake pouted playfully. “Okay. I guess I can’t argue that one. But I still insist that you allow me my independence!”

Carrot Cake was only half listening as his wife and tenant squabbled in the back. In the bakery’s front, he maintained a customer service smile and did his best to meet the needs of all patrons. Fortunately, most who heard the friendly bickering found it just as amusing as he did as they purchased numerous confectionaries.

The tall, lanky yellow earth pony considered himself to be one lucky stallion. For one, he had a smoking hot wife whom he loved to bits. For two, he’d finally gotten to fuck the cute mare who rented the upper floor instead of just getting blowjobs. For three, he would soon be a daddy. Ever since that fateful trip to the hospital, this last thought had taken precedence through most of his daily routine. He was going to be a dad, an honest to Molestia father!

Based on the progression of the pregnancy, it was more than likely that his wife had gotten knocked up during the Slutty Sun Celebration, during which a great many stallions had plowed that fertile field of hers. Of course, this didn’t bother Carrot Cake in the least. His wife was his wife, and her foals would be his. It was just that simple, even if it actually wasn’t. Apparently, there was some latent magic that ensured that he would always be the biological father. He’d forgotten the particulars of how it worked, though. The important part was that he’d made sure to pound his wife relentlessly after the town orgy, thereby ensuring that he was recognized as Cup Cake’s mate and, therefore, the father of her foals. Magic was wonderful sometimes.

“Say, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask,” Pinkie continued. “If I started fucking you up the pussy, would that make me your baby daddy?” She took a sharp inhale as a near blinding grin split her face. “I’ve never thought about being a father before! Oh, gosh. I’ve never thought about knocking up a mare before, either!”

Cup Cake giggled at Pinkie’s antics, all the while taking advantage of the distraction to resume her baking. “Probably because you’ve never had a penis before, dearie,” she offered sweetly.

“Hmm. Good point. But hey. That doesn’t mean we can’t try, right? I’d love to be your baby daddy.”

“And what about Carrot?”

Pinkie’s expression puzzled. “What do you mean? I assume he’d be right there on the bed with us. That’s why they call it a threesome. I fuck you full of baby batter, and he offers the sweet, succulent icing on top. He’d be the daddy, and I’d be the baby daddy. That’s how it works, right?”

“As lovely as that sounds, dearie,” Cup Cake indulged as she ground her thighs together. Her tenant’s words were getting her terribly bothered back there. “I’m afraid it’s too late. My heat is already over, and it’s not like I can get more pregnant.” The blue mare chuckled good-naturedly.

“If this were any ordinary cock, sure. I’d agree. But this is a magical cock,” Pinkie reminded while gesturing to the phallus beneath her belly. “Twilight’s been doing these studies, and apparently, our Element-made futa cocks can do all kinds of amazing things. We can fuck asses without any need for lubrication, get deep throated by anypony we want without making them gag, and our semen is always super delicious. Who’s to say I couldn’t get you more pregnant if I really tried?”

Cup Cake stopped what she was doing and turned to bodily face Pinkie, her expression intrigued. “I’ve heard bits and pieces about Twilight’s penis research, but I admit I haven’t given it much thought until now. Is… is that even possible?”

Pinkie shrugged. “Could be. Why? Interested?” Her eyebrows bounced suggestively, glad for getting through to the soon-to-be milf.

Cup Cake laughed nervously, grinding her thighs even more urgently. Liquid was already trailing down her inner legs, and she was certain Pinkie could smell it. If something weren’t done soon, instinct would take hold, and neither of them would be able to resist. “I’d be lying if I denied. Even so, this sounds like a pretty big deal.” She glanced at the wall separating the two halves of the bakery. “We really should bring Mr. Cake in on this. The foal is his, too.”

“My ears are burning. Somepony talking about me?” Carrot Cake said as he entered. “We’re between customers right now, so I came to see what all the quiet was about. You two finally kiss and make up?”

“No, but it’s definitely on our to-do list.”

“Pinkie just made quite the… interesting proposition, dearie.”

“Interesting by regular standards, or interesting… Pinkie?” asked the now wary stallion. “If the second, do I need to get the fire extinguisher, flamethrower, or both?”

“Oh, no, nothing of the sort,” Cup Cake waved dismissively, “yet.”

“So, what are we talking about here?”

“Pinkie thinks that her magic futa penis might make me, well, more pregnant.”

“More?” Carrot Cake looked his wife up and down. “More as in twins? Triplets?”

“That’s just it,” Pinkie happily squeaked. “We don’t know. Isn’t that exciting?”

“That’s, uh, certainly one word for it.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t want to see your wife so swollen with foals that she can barely move?”

Carrot Cake’s ears shot up, and he stared even more intently at the blue mare, making her blush. Her arousal was pungent in the air, even overriding Pinkie’s scent. He’d detected it the moment he’d entered the room, resulting in his cock poking its head out to see if it was needed. Now it was standing at full mast. “As hot as that sounds,” he said breathily, “and it absolutely is. I’m not exactly keen on experimenting with my unborn foal.”

“Oh. Well… when you put it that way,” Cup Cake trailed off, her enthusiasm fading.

“Aww poo. Does that mean no super sexy threesome?”

“I don’t see why it would,” Cup Cake replied. “After all, there’s no need to—”

“I disagree.” Carrot Cake stepped forward, surprising his wife by cutting her off so abruptly. “You just said that you don’t know what that cock of yours is capable of, meaning we can’t be sure you won’t accidentally knock up Cup Cake with… with… I don’t even know.”

“Double poo!” Pinkie kicked at the floor. “So no more riding that sweet, yummy-nummy jigglicious ass?” Thus far, she’d been very courteous in only fucking the pregnant mare’s ass. Even if Carrot Cake was the indisputable father, it was still common manners not to even attempt to challenge that.

“The ass fucking we’ve been doing is probably fine,” Cup Cake allowed. There was a difference between being a cautious mother and being out of one’s mind. “I’d hate to banish you from our bed forever.”

“But, until we can be certain, it’s probably safest if you don’t try giving Cup Cake a double pregnancy, or a super pregnancy, or whatever kind of pregnancy we’re talking about, because I still don’t know, and it’s kind of freaking me out!”

“There, there, dearie.” Seeing her husband start to hyperventilate, Cup Cake rushed to him, pressed her body to his side, and began stroking him reassuringly. “It’s all right. We’re going to be safe about this. As soon as this fashion show business is done, we’ll go see Twilight and ask what she thinks.”

“Y-yes. Yes, that’s probably for the best. If anypony is an expert in these things,” he gestured to the fully erect shlong dangling between Pinkie’s legs, “then it’d be Twilight.”

“Then it’s a date!” chirped Pinkie. “That said, it looks like we’ve got a more,” she motioned downward, “urgent issue.”

Carrot Cake stared between the two mares fidgeting with arousal, and then realized he was no better off, what with his aching fifth leg slapping his belly. Then the bell over the door rang. “Dammit! I gotta go help the customers.” He was usually happy to sell to and have a chat with the ponies who came to his store, but what guy wouldn’t be frustrated by a sudden cock block?

“Don’t worry. We can just go with you,” Pinkie said as if it were obvious.

“But we’ve still got baking, dearie.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be a quickie.” When the Cakes proved too slow, the pink mare pressed her hooves to their rumps and started forcefully shoving them to the bakery’s front. “Less talky, more nooky!”

“Oh, hello, Mr. Cake,” greeted a mint green unicorn mare with a white mane. She looked between the befuddled faces of the married couple, and then to the ecstatic pink mare behind them. “Everything alright?”

“You’re on the bottom,” Pinkie directed as she moved Cup Cake into place, pushing Carrot Cake aside. “You can work the register.”

“Um, I guess so,” Cup Cake allowed, fidgeting with nervouscitement at what was about to go down.

“Hurry and take her order,” Pinkie ordered. “We don’t got all day if we wanna give a treat and a show.”

Deciding to just go with the flow, Carrot Cake nodded and switched to customer service mode. “Alright then. Will that be your usual, or will you be wanting something special?”

“Eep!” Despite knowing what was coming, Cup Cake still squeaked in surprise when Pinkie mounted the shorter mare’s back. Pinkie wasn’t all that heavy, yet the weight on her back immediately triggered Cup Cake’s mare instincts, which screamed in celebration at the impending intimacy. Cup Cake shuddered as her eyes darted between the customer and her husband. The former went bug-eyed at first, but her expression quickly morphed into an amused grin and an approving nod. The latter, bless his heart, was trying to maintain some pretense of professionalism. He only stole glances of his wife while trying to maintain his focus on the business transaction, but it was clearly an uphill battle. Cup Cake saw the way her husband was alternating his hind legs and knew that his erection was causing him a most terrible distress.

On reflex, Cup Cake tried to move to alleviate her lover’s discomfort, but was held fast by her other lover. Pinkie tightened her grip and adjusted her position. Cup Cake gave a loud, lewd moan when she felt the hot piece of meat wedge itself between her ass cheeks. Its thick, veiny surface was all too familiar to her, and both her ass hole and pussy began to twitch with need. She tried to back herself up to coax Pinkie into action, but to no avail. So she tried grinding her ass cheeks along the other mare’s meat pole. Pinkie groaned appreciatively, but still didn’t make a move. Surely, this was torture for both of them, so why wait?

“Order!” Pinkie barked, snapping their audience back to reality.

“Oh, right. Let’s see here.” Lyra hurriedly scanned the overhead menu. “Well,” she glanced at the other mares, “you think I could get some special frosting on my doughnuts?”

Carrot Cake beamed brightly, but was cut off before he could answer.

“Who’s frosting?” asked Pinkie.

“Hmm? Oh. Well, uh, if it’s an option, can I get all three?”

“That’d be fine, dearie,” Cup Cake said through gritted teeth. “Honeybun, we just pulled some fresh doughnuts from the oven a little bit ago, yes?”

Carrot Cake blinked and made an ‘o’ face. “I’ll bring ‘em right up.” And he hurried to the back, his fifth leg making a slapping sound with every step.

An awkward silence soon befell the bakery, but was promptly slain by its mortal enemy: the pink one.

“So, how’s it been?” Pinkie asked. “You and Bonbon doing alright?”

“Uh, yes, actually,” Lyra indulged while grinding her back legs together. Her belly rumbled, hungry for doughnuts, but was overridden by her carnal hunger to see them properly glazed first. “Business at the candy store’s been pretty great. Same with my music lessons. And you?”

“Business is *ngh* good,” Cup Cake strained to say. Pinkie was dry humping her ass, somehow expertly maneuvering her cock to maintain constant stimulating contact with her pussy and anus. It was awful in the most wonderful way, and made her hate the pink mare just a little, but she dared not protest. Once Pinkie got an idea in that cotton candy head of hers, it was a trial and a half to stop her from following through. Besides, they usually ended in some terrific orgasms.

“And I heard about the pregnancy,” Lyra continued. “Congrats. Any word on if it’s a filly or colt?”

Cup Cake’s strained smile relaxed a bit. “Thank you, but it’s still too early to—”

“Doughnuts!” Carrot Cake triumphantly announced as he burst through the door, tray in hoof like a hard-won trophy.

“Oh, thank Molestia,” Cup Cake gasped. “Now put those down so we can get to glazing!”

Carrot Cake had already set the tray beneath his wife before she’d even finished. That chore accomplished, he circled around behind the stack of mares. Normally, the difference in height between himself and his wife meant that he never needed to climb up on her to give the love of his life a good dicking. He need only walk over her, and things usually lined up on the first go. However, this stack of mares gave him pause. Pinkie’s back end was at a good height, but her standing position and angled back left him somewhat fretful of falling off. Besides that, there was the question of which hole to take. Based on their previous conversation, he figured Pinkie would take her hole puncher right into his wife’s puckered ponut. Was he supposed to take his wife’s pussy? Pinkie, like many earth ponies, had been born with a generous backside. And while Carrot Cake was secure in his prowess as a stallion, he wasn’t confident in his ability to breach the gap of Pinkie’s thighs to Cup Cake’s foal hole, at least not while standing. And besides that…

“Just fuck my ass already!”

“Please, dearie. I neeed this!”

Well, that simplified things. Carrot Cake gently lifted himself onto the pink mare’s back. She was as soft and sweet-smelling as the first time they’d done it, along with every other time since. Just as he pulled his hips back to take aim, he felt Pinkie do the same, inadvertently forcing him even further back.

“All together,” Pinkie instructed.

“Yes, ma’am,” Carrot Cake acknowledged. Pinkie wasn’t normally so bossy, but he figured the poor thing was just feeling pent up and in desperate need of release, which he was all too happy to give. The stallion lined himself up with the pink ponker’s ponut and was surprised when it opened before he’d even started pushing. Her anus accepted his entrance with a peculiar urgency, almost like it was pulling him in, and all without lube. His cock, along with the rest of him, was all too happy to oblige. The confines of Pinkie’s ass were as hot and tight as ever as Carrot Cake briefly lost himself to the bliss of smoothly sliding inside. He was halted only when his balls made contact with the mare’s dripping sex, as well as the back of her own ball sack.

Simultaneously, Pinkie had finally given Cup Cake what her body was so desperately craving. The married mare’s ass opened effortlessly, stretching her ass so exquisitely around the futa dick. Carrot Cake had never been especially fond of anal, finding it tedious to always need lube when it was any other stallion, but Pinkie was a wonderful exception. The entry was seamless as the shorter mare whimpered, her sounds of joy adding to the ambiance of skin-on-skin friction, along with Lyra’s impatient fapping. She gave one last cry after feeling the base press against her rounded cheeks, Pinkie’s resting snuggly against her hungry pussy.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s do this,” was Pinkie’s eloquent yet succinct instruction.

“M-Molestia!” Carrot Cake moaned as he pulled it out. It was tricky going with Pinkie’s backside following his hips. He tightened his grip around her middle to keep from slipping as he adjusted his hooves. Despite being a warm day, the cool air stung his surprisingly wet cock. Did Pinkie’s anus lubricate like a pussy? Knowing her, the answer was a solid maybe. When Pinkie stopped moving, Carrot Cake seized his chance to push back into the blissful warmth of her gorgeous ass. He thought it wasn’t as good as his wife’s ass, but it was still pretty damn great. Then again, he may have been a little biased.

Pinkie, being the meat in this fuck sandwich, took it upon herself to lead. “I’m gonna move forward now,” she informed. “I’ll go slow, so try not to pull out too much, Mr. Cake.” Then she tittered as a truly wicked thought struck her brain. “Think you can manage that, daaaddy?”

“… fuck.”

“Oh-oh-oh, yes!” Cup Cake cried as Pinkie pushed back inside, returning her anus to its rightful stretched state. “Y-you know,” she stuttered to say. “P-Pinkie.”

“What is it, mooommy?” Pinkie beamed devilishly as she felt the sphincter tighten around her cock, almost preventing her from moving forward, but only almost.

“Oh, my goddess! Your cock is so wonderful,” cried the baker like the well-fucked slut she was. An idea of her own had popped up, and while she wanted just to give herself to the pleasure of the moment, she feared the idea might leave her if left ignored. “M-maybe if you go f-first, oooooh!”

Feeling extra devious, Pinkie nuzzled into the blue mare’s swirly pink mane and gently blew on her ear.

“Nnngh!”

“Stars above!” exclaimed the stallion. “Did your ass just get… tighter?”

“Ponies keep asking that whenever they fuck my butt,” the pink ponker cooed as she alternated her thrusts to accommodate both lovers. “I hope it’s true, cuz that’d be super-duper funerrific!”

Pinkie’s foalish enthusiasm never failed to impress, but Cup Cake still had something to say. “If… if you go first, th-then maaaybe, ooooh.” The milf-to-be had fallen into Pinkie’s rhythm, but somehow each thrust felt better than the last. Was her cock getting bigger like her ass got tighter? It was hard to say, but Cup Cake bit her lip to keep her focus. She’d have to get her message out quickly. “You first, then Carrot second, so no more luuube.”

Pinkie’s eyes glittered with sparkles. Such a thing shouldn’t have been possible, but that’s what Lyra saw. The musician decided to dismiss it as a trick of the light and just keep fapping in the middle of the store while watching the owners have an extra-marital three-way behind the counter. That seemed like the polite course of action.

“That’s a great idea!” cheered her pinkness. “I loosen you up, and then your husband gets his slutty wife’s sloppy seconds.”

“Oh, buck yeah!” Carrot Cake crowed, both in agreement with what was said and because Pinkie’s ass was just that good. “I can’t wait to watch my little honeybun get her buns basted, only for me to come in and deliver the topper.”

“Fuuuck!” Cup Cake said, adding to the chorus. Even while in the middle of being plowed, she was already giddy with anticipation for this new bedroom activity, replacing boring old bottle lube with super fun futa foal batter.

“And here.” Pinkie pulled her hips back one last time. “We.” Her sphincter clenched, holding Carrot Cake’s cock in a vice grip. He couldn’t pull out. “Go!” Pinkie slammed into Cup Cake one last time, loosening her own anus just enough for momentum to carry the stallion’s cock the rest of the way. They were all hilted inside one another, and came as one. The mares and stallion all cried out their sounds of orgasm, gushing their sex juices into and upon their respective lovers. Pinkie and especially Cup Cake were filled with spurt after spurt from the climaxing cocks. It was too much for the mares’ asses, which quickly began to overflow, the excess dripping onto the still hot doughnuts below.

Cup Cake, in an act of excellent foresight, locked her knees. She was now supporting the weight of three whole ponies, two of which had gone all wibbly-wobbly in post-coital bliss. Had she had sense about her, she might have remarked about her earth pony strength coming in handy.

Fortunately, this state of things did not last long as Pinkie slid herself off of the shorter mare. Mindful not to step on the tray of doughnuts, the pink mare hummed contentedly as she allowed jizz to dribble from her cock and anus. The latter, however, still held onto its stallion hostage, milking his dick for everything it had, and then some. Finally, returning to full lucidity, Pinkie picked up the tray and gave Lyra her usual dozen, selecting only the creamiest of pastries. The unicorn immediately scarfed down a doughnut, paid, offered her thanks, and left stumbling as though she’d suddenly become inebriated.

“You, uh, gonna let me go?” panted Carrot Cake from atop Pinkie’s back. He didn’t mind, as her back was nice and comfy. However… “I’ve still got work to do.”

“Damn right you do,” agreed the insatiable pink mare. “You man the register, Mrs. C. Less lifting. I’ll go in the back and keep up the baking.”

Cup Cake saw the strength returning to her husband as his dick remained tightly wedged up another mare’s ponut as she carried him along. She smiled and asked, “And what about him?” Although, she already knew the answer.

“Silly. He’s on butt plug duty. Twilight likes to study with vibrators, so I wanna see if having a thing shoved up my butt makes me a better baker.” Her explanation given as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, Pinkie trotted into the backroom. Having no idea what else to do, Carrot Cake just clung to her and waved goodbye to his wife.

***

“Is this, uh… doing it for you?” Rainbow asked awkwardly. Her hoof was tugging a rope connected to a web-like series of threads that had engulfed Twilight. The two mares had spent the better part of an hour setting all of this up, and now the purple mare laid upon her back, spread eagle, completely at Rainbow’s mercy, and she looked utterly dissatisfied.

Twilight sighed. “Ugh. No.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Rainbow released her grip on the thread, causing Twilight’s bonds to come loose. “What were we doing, again?”

“Rarity is the Element of BDSM,” Twilight explained as she levitated the remaining threads away. “The D stands for domination, but that’s your Element,” she stressed. “We were experimenting to see if there’s any sort of overlap between your and Rarity’s proclivities that might account for this redundancy.”

Rainbow blinked, her expression blank.

“Ugh. I’m trying to figure out why two separate Elements cover roughly the same fetish.”

“Ooh!”

“Yes, exactly. You see, the Elements are meant to embody the great power of sexuality and sexual magic, but there’s so little that we know about them. Orgasm and Arousal are pretty self-explanatory, as they are fundamental components of the majority of sexual encounters. But the rest, as far as I can tell, are just fetishes. Depending on who you talk to, anal and hoof fetish are far more common than BDSM, while Bestiality and Food Fetish are effectively a minority. Hence, popularity obviously isn’t a factor. So what am I missing?”

“Oh, hey. I just had an idea!”

“You did?” Twilight asked, sounding far too surprised for Rainbow’s liking. “What is it?”

“This.”

“Oof!” Before Twilight had even realized, she had been flipped onto her back with a mighty thud. “Wh-wha?”

That was when blue fast climbed atop purple smart. Legs to either side, she gave a triumphantly smug smile before dropping herself down, winding Twilight.

“Hey! What was that f-uh?” A silencing hoof covered Twilight’s muzzle.

“Seriously, egg head. I don’t get you sometimes.”

Unable to speak, Twilight decided that she might as well listen. She could always magic Rainbow away if need be, but she was curious if the athlete had anything worth saying.

“You think and think and then overthink. And by the time that’s done, you figure the best thing to do is think some more. How can you stand it?”

Bemused, Twilight glanced down to the blue hoof of silencing.

“I mean it. All you do is think and think, but you never stop to actually do, ya know.”

Having had enough of such accusations, Twilight used her magic to move Rainbow’s hoof, but made no move to free herself. “I do all the time. Like just now. I was trying to do something, but it didn’t work out. That’s how science works. You keep on experimenting, even in the face of failure.”

“Uh-huh,” was Rainbow’s unimpressed reply. “You’re aware that our groins are pressed together, and our cocks are fully erect and rearing to go, right?”

“I am,” Twilight snorted indignantly.

“See, that’s my point. You’re just doing this as some lame egg head experiment, but you’re not actually into it, ya know.”

“Uh, no. I don’t know.”

Rainbow adopted a more thoughtful expression as she pondered a different approach, one that might break through the egg head’s shell. “I think Pinkie mentioned something about you having a lot of book smarts about sex, but you’re not so hot on the practice.”

“What? How did she know that?”

“Uh, cuz she’s Pinkie. Whatever secrets you think you have, she’ll find out sooner or later. So unless you track her down and make her swear not to tell, she’ll treat your secrets like any other bit of gossip. But the point is she’s right, right?”

Twilight looked away, unable to admit the truth.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Her conclusion reached, Rainbow began rotating her hips around, grinding her cock, balls, and teats against Twilight’s own. The bottom mare moaned from the stimulation, but Rainbow did not give in so easily. “Where am I right now?”

Oh, shit! Pop quiz time, Twilight thought. Dammit, I hate these things. They’re usually trick questions designed to make me fail so that the teacher can make a point. “Ugh, I don’t know. You’re… on top?”

“Close.” Rainbow began grinding, sliding the smooth skin of her blue shaft along Twilight’s purple phallus. She was starting surprisingly slow, savoring the friction in their touch—a point needed to be made. “Try again. Where am I?”

Twilight whined in protest. Against her better judgment, she found herself grinding right back to match Rainbow’s movements. Her cock was thrumming, pulsing from the sensual stimulation, and building up in anxious anticipation. With what little will she could muster, Twilight tried to force such thoughts out of her mind to focus on the question. Rainbow Dash. Where was she? Physical location was too obvious. What did she mean about being into it? That seemed like a clue, but what was ‘it,’ and how did she get into it?

“Eeeh!” Rainbow imitated a buzzer. “Time’s up. The answer is… I’m in the moment.”

Twilight frowned in total confusion, causing her ‘teacher’ to roll her eyes.

“I’m right here, on top of a sexy nerd, ready to fuck her brains out and call it my good deed for the day.” Rainbow emphasized her point by pulling back but a few inches, far less than the length of her horse cock, and then deftly jamming the tip right into Twilight’s pussy. Purple smart opened her mouth in a silent scream of bliss. Her limbs reflexively reached up to grab onto Rainbow. She might have been an overly aggressive lover, but right now, she was Twilight’s lover, and that meant something.

“You, on the other hoof,” Rainbow continued. “You were off elsewhere, thinking,” she said as though the word were something shameful, slamming her cock all the way down to the base. *Fwack* “I saw it. You weren’t paying attention to me. You weren’t in the moment. The sexiest pegasus in the land is taking time out of her busy schedule to fuck you silly, and you don’t even have the courtesy to pay attention. What kind of selfish cunt are you?”

“Th-the sorry kind,” Twilight cried. She was trying to move, trying to slide along Rainbow’s pussy puncher and get a rhythm going, but the blue mare was a lot stronger than she looked. *Fap, Smack* Magic was still an option, but using a spell felt like surrendering, like she couldn’t handle being fucked without it or that she’d somehow lost the argument. Unwilling to make either admission, Twilight snarled through gritted teeth and tried to keep her focus on this ‘moment’ Rainbow spoke of. “Just fuck me.”

“Oh, so now you want to get fucked, huh? Well, what about me? You ever stop to think about what I wanted?”

Twilight moaned. Rainbow hadn’t moved in several seconds, and it was driving purple smart crazy. She needed to move, to feel the sweet friction of the speedster’s cock slamming into her pussy. But standing in the way of this need was the blue mare’s insistence on keeping to this stupid quiz. “I… you want to, uh, fuck me?”

“Do I, though?” Rainbow started to pull out. “I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Graah!” Twilight tightened her grip around the speedster’s barrel and pulled her snout to the blue mare’s ear. “Dammit, Rainbow! You’re supposed to be my fuck buddy. You’ve gone and teased my pussy so much it’s making me crazy, now finish the fucking job and give it to me!”

Rainbow’s lips parted in a wide, toothy grin. “Now that’s what I like to hear from my bitches.” She dropped down, slamming Twilight’s back to the ground and knocking the wind out of her. This loosened the purple mare’s grip enough for blue fast to regain control and begin her fucking in earnest. She started by pulling out, shivering when her medial ring grazed Twilight’s clit, and kept going until she’d almost fully withdrawn. She stayed like that for a second, loving the sound of Twilight’s pitiful moans as the mare squirmed, uncertain if Rainbow would pull a dick move and end their session early. Rainbow decided to punish the mare for even thinking something so offensive. As if she’d ever leave another pony hanging.

Twilight’s whole body shifted forward when Rainbow slammed back inside. “Fuck yeah!” She clenched her pussy tightly, not wanting to go through another scare of premature ending. “Give it to me, Rainbow!”

“Give?” Rainbow scoffed at purple smart’s latest offensive absurdity. “Bitch, please. Rainbow Dash doesn’t give. Rainbow Dash takes!” Her thrusts were rapid, yet surprisingly deep. Each push would send her medial ring gliding across Twilight’s vaginal lips, making her give a little cry before repeating the process beyond counting.

“Goddess, yes!” Twilight buried her face in Rainbow’s chest, muffling her own cries of ecstasy. Her hooves began exploring the blue mare’s body until she managed to reach her wing bases and cutie marks. The motions were awkward, but Twilight was so desperate to return the favor that she massaged the erogenous zones regardless.

“That’s it. Good bitch,” Rainbow growled. She loved nothing more than putting bitches in their place, but their meek displays of gratitude and reciprocity were always appreciated. Rainbow kept pounding, filling the room with wet lewd squelches and slutty cries. It wasn’t too long before she felt a pressure begin to build in her balls, and she knew Twilight couldn’t be far behind. “I’m getting close.”

“Clooose!” moaned the purple slut. Her hooves were all over the place, like she’d never learned how to give a proper hug, but she maintained just enough of a grip to match Rainbow’s movements as she felt her climax approach. “I want this!”

Rainbow chuckled. “Still being selfish, huh?”

“I want you to fuck me like the Element of Dominance says you can!”

“Oh-ho-ho,” chuckled the speedster. “Now that sounds like a challenge. Well, fine. Take it!” If her pounding had been at a ten before, she’d just cranked the nozzle up to a solid twelve. The wet slaps of their impacts grew louder than ever, drowning out all other ambiance. Rainbow still kept her thrusts from being too shallow while maintaining this faster pace. Long hard pumps were what this bitch deserved, and it was blue fast’s pleasure to give her just that.

The mares were mere seconds away from a hard-earned climax, when something unexpected happened.

“Hey, Twi,” Spike greeted amicably. He hadn’t bothered to knock, because Twilight had never taught him the value of privacy. “Rarity let us go early. I was just coming back to—Whoa!”

Upside down, Twilight locked eyes with her drake assistant. In his expression, she saw surprise and a bit of embarrassment for walking in on her like this. He’d never been embarrassed before, but then again, he’d only ever caught her masturbating and never with another pony, so this was a new experience for both of them. Twilight also caught a glimpse of possessiveness. He had the same look whenever he caught her accidentally using his toothbrush. Was he being possessive of her, jealous for seeing Rainbow fucking what he felt was his? But that look was quickly overshadowed when the drake adopted an amorous grin, nodding his approval as his claw moved down to his previously flaccid dick.

“Shit!” Rainbow hissed. Twilight had just gone super tight, like she’d just shrunk down to a third of her size. It was more startling than it was painful, but it still felt pretty good. The sudden change in stimulation sent strange signals to the speedster’s brain, alerting her that the moment of truth had come early. Rainbow gave a loud, guttural groan as she felt her balls quiver, their load shooting through her expanding dick and emptying into Twilight’s starving pussy.

“Fuuuu!” was Twilight’s cry of bliss as she gave one last clench, almost strangling Rainbow’s cock as she released a small flood of mare cum across the blue mare’s meat.

Spike just watched, enraptured as he stroked himself. He’d been too spent to cum any time soon, but it still felt nice to bring back his erection. When the mares came, Rainbow looked a little uncomfortable even while making an o-face. It sort of looked like she was trying to rocket herself free, but was held in place by something. That something remained a mystery as the expression on the speedster’s face relaxed, and the two fell into the afterglow of their climax.

“You two have fun?”

“Heh. I taught this little bitch a lesson she won’t soon forget,” boasted Rainbow, pretending nothing weird had happened as she extricated herself.

“Don’t bet on it. Twilight’s memory isn’t the best, which is why we have to write everything down,” informed Spike. “Might need some remedial lessons.”

Despite still being upside-down, Twilight’s jaw dropped. The unicorn stared in abject disbelief at her assistant for betraying her so casually. Then, she mouthed, ‘whyyy.’

Spike shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’m sure you did something to deserve it.”

“Hehe. I like the way you think, little guy.”

“Anyway, Rarity said that the dresses should be done by tonight. She wants everyone at the Boutique tomorrow for the big unveiling.”

“Sweet!”

“That’s… lovely,” wheezed Twilight.

“Aww. Poor baby. You need me to kiss your booboo and make it all bettew?” Spike taunted in a babyish cadence.

“That… would actually be really nice. Thank you for offering.”

Completely unfazed, Spike didn’t miss a beat as he trotted up behind Twilight to get down to business. Rainbow watched with silent approval. She wouldn’t have exactly classified Spike as a sub. More often than not, he seemed to be the one calling the shots, or at least giving Twilight’s proverbial leash a yank whenever she got out of hoof, yet she was almost always the one taking the lead. Whatever these two had, watching them put her in mind of Gilda, and wondering if they would ever have something this special.

Author's Note

More slice-of-life snippets. It made sense for Pinkie to be with the Cakes and bring up the pregnancy, which inevitably got my imagination wondering about the ever evolving sex magic I’ve got going on. Perhaps that would account for how the Cake twins are so powerful? This was originally supposed to be one chapter, but it was getting way too long, so I split it into two manageable bites so that I could give attention to the full cast. Now onto the show!

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