It was a hot mid-afternoon as Pinkie panted as she jogged, struggling to keep going on the track as an alarm began to beep. Stopping she buckled over as she used her hands to prop herself up upon her knees. Sweat ran down her body and dripped from her nose and chin as she tried to catch her breath, looking to her left she saw a few stallions staring in her direction.
Giving them a wave she noticed they were entranced by her figure and what she chose to wear, most days she was in track shorts and a sports bra when going through her standard routine. Today however she chose to wear a two piece bikini thinking it would keep her cool as she jogged, at most she found it more troubling as she felt her breasts bouncing, jiggling, and at times almost falling out of her top.
Grabbing her water she sat down on a bench as she leaned back to take a sip, “They keep staring like that,” Pinkie whispered to herself as she faintly rubbed her thighs together as she let out a light groan, “I wonder which of them would.” Raising a hand to wave them over, Pinkie watched as they slowly turned around and began to walk away.
She sighed at how they left her like that, now knowing what it was like to be Rarity for a short moment. Feeling the sweat slowly ride down her neck and between her breasts, Pinkie reached up with one hand as the other pressed into her stomach and slid down to her crotch.
Letting out a faint gasp Pinkie sat up and looked around, “Thank goodness no pony saw that.” Feeling how hard her nipples became she smiled as an idea slowly formed in her head, “Could I get away with that?” Pinkie asked herself as she reached back to untie her top.
As her breasts hung from her chest she giggled while looking around, no pony had come by since those stallions left making her tempt fate. Reaching for her panties she slowly pulled them off, her heart racing as they neared her knees.
“What would the girls say to me doing this?” She whispered to herself as she stepped out of her panties, “What would the Cakes say about this, or anypony for that matter?” She giggled, only to stand up in shock as a cool breeze kissed her bare ass as she picked up her discarded clothing.
Nipples erect and bare as the day she was born, Pinkie walked over to a set of trees and bushes just to the South East side of the track. Carefully she hid her clothing in the bushes as she planned on retrieving them later. Walking further into the brush Pinkie continued to look around to make sure no pony would catch her, though she also hoped and wished to be seen by some big strong stallion.
“No Pinkie, no.” She groaned while shaking her head, “Life is not like an erotic love novel, no matter how much you want it to be.” Finding a nice secluded and shaded spot Pinkie laid down in the grass faintly moaning as she felt the cool prickly touch of the green blades, “I’ve needed this.” She groaned as she slowly parted her legs feeling the warmth of the sun on her soaking wet thighs, “It’s been nothing but work, work, work, and the twins oh dear sweet Celestia. If its not Pumpkin being melodramatic, its Pound and his new, well old and constant, discovery of his body.” She sighed as her right hand followed the curves of her breasts down her stomach and passed her naval, “They are old enough to find a special somepony,” She gasped as her fingers lightly pressed into her labia, “who can he-elp them relieve th-their needs.” Slowly her fingers made small light circles on her soft tender lips, while a third finger flicked her clit every so often making her gasp and moan.
Her voice faintly echoed among the trees, yet she cared little knowing no pony would find her as deep as she was. Slowly Pinkie moaned as her free hand began to grasp her breast and tease her nipple, rubbing it, pinching it, twisting it all as her fingers worked her tender marehood.
“Oh Fuck,” Pinkie Whispered as she lifted her hips to gyrate them while pressing her fingers into her pussy, “Pumpkin, Pound Cake.” She moaned their names while thinking about how amazing they grew into their bodies, “Oh Pound Cake.” She gasped as she recalled the time she walked in on him masturbating to an image on his phone, “Pound Cake how big you’ve become.” She fantasized him grinding his large throbbing member against her wet staring lips, teasing Pinkie as his sister fondled and caressed her breasts, “Oh yes Pumpkin.” She called out in a mix of moaning and groaning as she recalled young mare’s tight body dripping wet from her shower, how she flaunted her naked body in front of Pinkie that day to make her feel jealous of her rather mature curves.
Squeezing her own breast with her right hand, Pinkie rubbed her nipple with her index finger as she moaned out the names of the twins. Her legs began to shake as her body lightly convulsed with the building sensation of an orgasm. As the feeling continued to build within her, Pinkie released her breast and dug her fingers into the ground.
“Oh sweet Celestia yes.” She moaned as her hooves bucked her hips into the air, “Right there Pound Cake,” She gasped as the urge neared its climax making Pinkie cry out in pleasure, “Yes Pumpkin Cake, lick my clit while your bother fucks me senseless!” All at once Pinkie cried in pleasure as a thick liquid shot out of her body, her hand, thighs, and the ground soaked with the thick fluid.
Pinkie felt satisfied for a short moment as she weakly brought her soaked hand into sight, only for a lonely and longing feeling to return as her cum drenched hand fell between her breasts.
“Pinkie!” A voice said in sock causing the naked mare to sit up and cover her body as best she could.
“P-Pumpkin Cake.” Pinkie nervously chuckled as she looked up at the young mare, “W-what a s-surprise. I didn’t expect to see you, what brings you… uh… you…”
“I told mom I was feeling a bit fat, so she told me to come to the track to jog next to you if I truly felt that way.” Pumpkin answered before Pinkie could finish her question, “I found this in the bushes when I got here.” Holding out Pinkie’s bikini she dangled it in front of the naked mare, “Though I was making an excuse because I wanted a chance to stare at that nice ass of yours, mom catches me every now and again and flicks my ear while telling me how impolite it is to stare.”
It was then Pinkie realized why Pumpkin flaunted her body that day, it wasn’t out of spite or jealousy. Hell, even her melodrama was because she was pent up and couldn’t make a move.
“S-so you’re not going to tell your mother about this?” Pinkie blushed as Pumpkin slowly walked closer, dropping Pinkie’s bikini as she neared her target.
“Only if you don’t tell her about this.” She replied towering over Pinkie, leaning over as though she were going to dominate the situation.
“I never planned to, I could lose my jo-” Pinkie tried to explain only to find herself being interrupted by the soft warm muscle of Pumpkin’s tongue.
The young mare took her time exploring Pinkie’s mouth, carefully and gently laying her back as she rubbed and caressed Pinkie’s tongue with her own. Pinkie wanted to pull back from the kiss, she wanted to explain herself better than what she had, to explain why she did what she did. Yet she couldn’t help but enjoy the moment as her heart raced, both from the shock of being caught like she was and from sharing a kiss with her bosses’ daughter.
Slowly Pumpkin slid her hand down Pinkie’s neck, passing between Pinkie’s voluptuous breasts and down to the pink mare’s crotch.
Pulling away she smiled at older mare, “We both needed this didn’t we?”
Pinkie smiled as she blushed at her new ‘friend’, “You know we could both get into a lot of t-trouble with your parents over t-this.” Pinkie gasped and moaned as Pumpkin feverishly worked the inner walls of Pinkie’s pussy, “N-not f-fair.” Pinkie moaned as she arched her back and dug her fingers into the dirt of the earth.
“I know we can.” Pumpkin whispered upon Pinkie’s erect nipple, “And that’s what makes it so much fun.” Using the tip of her tongue she made small circles around Pinkie’s nipple, “Normally I get into trouble with Pound Cake, but he’s gotten too busy with his hands to get into any mischief like when we were foals.”
In a quick motion Pinkie grabbed Pumpkin’s wrist with one hand and held her back with the other, “So this is all just to be risky with your parents, a game just for your amusement?” Pinkie fumed as her mane slowly switched from its natural curls to the straitened look.
“Not at all.” Pumpkin replied as she lowered herself down to Pinkie’s midriff, “I admired you when I was a filly, you are the ultimate party pony, and I’ve always wanted to be closer to you.” Kissing Pinkie just under her naval, Pumpkin continued to explain, “Now that I’m older I want to be closer to you than any pony could ever get, the risk is just icing on the cake.” With a smile she slowly parted Pinkie’s legs only to look up toward Pinkie between her breasts, “Or in this case, the glaze on doughnut.” Before Pinkie could register the euphemism, Pumpkin slowly dragged her tongue across Pinkie’s labia.
She savored the taste of Pinkie’s cooling thick nectar as she lapped away at Pinkie’s marehood, teasing Pinkie’s clit with the tip of her tongue with each slow pass.
“Pumpkin,” Pinkie gasped as she crossed her legs around the head of the young mare, “for the sake of Celestia’s sweet cum colored ass, please don’t stop.” Pinkie begged as she reached down to run her fingers through the mane of the young mare, caressing her scalp as the feeling of cumming a second time began to build.
Looking up to see Pinkie’s reaction to everything she had been doing, Pumpkin stopped making Pinkie cry out in disappointment.
Slowly Pumpkin stood up and began to remove her sweatpants, “Sorry Pinkie, but you already got to cum.” Pinkie gazed at the young mare and her lack of panties, or more so her lack of care to her lower hedge.
Pinkie’s eyes never left the thick patch sitting above the young mare’s clit, “But I’m so close.” Pinkie whimpered as the young mare lowered herself down to Pinkie’s face, exposing a hidden albeit shaved pair of drooling lips.
Looking down at the mare she once idolized, Pumpkin smiled to see her bush just under Pinkie’s muzzle, “I know, but it wouldn’t be fair to me.” Slowly she reached down to tease her labia for less than a second only to show Pinkie how wet she had truly become, “I haven’t had a chance in months to relieve myself, and I don’t know when I’ll get another chance like this again.” Guiding Pinkie’s sight with her wet fingers she begged, “Please Ms. Pinkie, I need your help.” Her voice carried the tone of wanting need, but it wasn’t how she said that got Pinkie to plant a kiss on the young mare’s tender lower lips.
It was what she said, ‘Ms. Pinkie’, that was something she hadn’t heard in a long time. Pumpkin used to say it to butter up and act sweet to Pinkie to get something when her parents said ‘No’, ‘You can’t have that’, or her all time favorite ‘I’ or ‘We’ll think about it’. Pinkie remembered how she always turned into putty at the look she gave then, this time however the look was erotic and seductive almost demanding.
Slowly Pinkie ran the tip of her tongue through the slit of Pumpkin’s labia back and forth, she could feel the young mare lean back as she enjoyed Pinkie’s experience with her tongue. Pumpkin had even masturbated on the hottest of nights thinking only of Pinkie’s tongue, she had seen the pink mare often use it in ways that was impossible for others. But what made Pumpkin work her marehood on those nights were the rumors she once heard, by chance alone she caught Rainbow talking to the Wonder Bolts about it.
Their group was unaware of her there at the time allowing Rainbow to brag, ‘You kidding Spitfire? You’re good I’ll give you that, but Pinkie is unbeatable with that tongue of her. She has this trick she does where she twists it around to make it look like a corkscrew.’
‘That’s impossible.’ Spitfire argued back as she let out her tongue to prove it.
‘Wanna make a bet?’ Rainbow smiled causing the others to perk up at the proposal, ‘If Pinkie can do it, then during the next tryouts you have to greet the newbies stark naked and with the same expression you always do.’
The group let out various sounds as they looked to Spitfire to see what she would say, ‘You’ve got yourself a bet there Dash, but if I win and she can’t do it. You have to perform the next show with nothing covering you but paint.’ Before Dash could boast and agree Spitfire raise her hand to cut her off, ‘Not the good stuff. That washable stuff foals use for their school class, you know the water solvent one.’
Rainbow blushed as she knew the kind and how much they all sweat during the show performance. At a distance everypony may not notice the paint, but after a few stunts they would all see a naked Dash before the end of the show.
‘Deal!’ Dash Exclaimed as she shook Spitfire’s hand.
Pumpkin never knew what became of that bet, “PINKIE!” She shouted as she came to learn how the bet ended, “Oh fuck.” She moaned as her hips began to move on their own, trying to take in as much of the sensation as possible.
Slowly and carefully Pumpkin turned over to lay on top of Pinkie, the whole time she felt Pinkie’s unrealistic tongue inside of herself. Moving in ways she never expected to feel something move within the depths of her pussy. Wanting to return the favor to the mare eating her tender depths, Pumpkin found herself only able to pant and moan as she lay helpless staring at Pinkie’s folds.
Pumpkin had often stared at her own love hole in the mirror from time to time when she masturbated, often imagining that she was watching some other mare being just as naughty as herself. Her pussy often resembled a flower she had seen both in floral books and in some of the erotic novel comics her brother tried to hide. Pinkie’s however made Pumpkin notice how different they were in appearance, not just in the color of their fur, mane, or even body size and shape.
Pinkie’s labia appeared to bulge and fold over covering a lot of what she had grown used to seeing of her own, “Uf yorf fimbers.” Pinkie mumbled into Pumpkin causing the young mare to dig her nails into Pinkie’s thighs, “Not like that!” Pinkie shouted as her tongue whipped back into her mouth, “Here I’ll sort of show you.” She explained making the young mare wonder what Pinkie meant by ‘sort of’, only to feel two fingers gently caressing her own loving lips, “Like this, start soft and tender. You want to make me feel loved, not like I’m just some piece of meat, or that cherry pie you and your brother ate.” Pinkie giggled as Pumpkin looked back over her shoulder.
“Y-you knew about that?” Pumpkin asked as the sensation Pinkie was causing slowly began to take over her body.
Pinkie kissed Pumpkin’s inner thigh as she slowly began to apply pressure to the young mare’s labia, “That, and the time you and Flurry Heart tried to make out in the kitchen.” Pinching Pumpkin’s clit Pinkie gave a small twist, “Next time the two of you try, actually lock lips, I don’t care how cute the two of you looked covered in each other’s spit. Like a frenzy of tongues between the two of you.”
“Wh-what d-did you expect?” Pumpkin moaned as her head fell between Pinkie’s legs, “H-her f-father makes it hard for her t-to meet s-stallions. A-and P-Princess T-Twilight always talks about b-being a-ah g-good friend.” Pumpkin claimed between moans as she felt Pinkie working her up to an orgasm she had never felt on her own.
“I bet.” Pinkie giggled as she slowly shoved two of her fingers between Pumpkin’s soft tender lips, “But that’s not how you do it.” She said slowly rubbing her fingers into Pumpkin, parting them as they moved one way and closing them as they went the other.
It wasn’t long before Pumpkin cried out in pleasure, her body twitching for a moment before going limp. Pinkie giggled as she slipped out from under the exhausted young mare, her face and mane matted and glistening in the sun with cum. Crawling over to Pumpkin Cake, Pinkie helped the young mare out of her shirt.
Pinkie marveled at her large mounds, how they made a perfect circle as they tried to flatten out on her chest. Lifting Pumpkin’s leg onto her own shoulder, Pinkie pressed her folds against the lower lips of the young mare.
“Next time you and her try something together, make sure she enjoys every tiny bit.” Pinkie whispered as she smiled down at the near exhausted young mare, “Just like I’ve been doing to you.” Slowly Pinkie began to rub and grind her marehood against Pumpkin’s, the two mares began to pant and moan as Pinkie kept to a slow yet heavy pace.
“Pinkie,” Pumpkin moaned as she tried to move her hips in tandem with the older mare, “please don’t stop.” She begged through pants as she grasped her own breasts, squeezing them as a rush of ecstasy overflowed within her body.
Looking at the shadows around them Pinkie let out a sigh as she came to a very slow stop, “Well have to pick this up later, I promised Rarity I’d come by this afternoon to help her with something.” Kissing Pumpkin on the cheek she whispered into the young mare’s ear, “If your curious what it's like to be a model for Rarity, tell your mom I suggested for you to come by and try on a few outfits.” Stepping away Pinkie took her time putting her bikini back on, making sure Pumpkin had a good long view of her ass and glistening pussy before she was somewhat clothed. With a wink she tossed Pumpkin her sweat pants before taking a few steps away only to turn back with a smile, “Which way is Rarity’s from here?” Pumpkin pointed to the North East as she laughed at Pinkie for getting lost after all of that.
