Sharing Day

Chapters

Chapter 1 - Shining Armor's Sharing Day
Chapter 2 - Princess Cadance's Sharing Day
Chapter 3 - Mr. Cake's Sharing Day
Chapter 4 - Sugar Belle's Sharing Day

Chapter 1 - Shining Armor's Sharing Day

Cadance grinned a sly little grin over her shoulder at Shining Armor as the two of them walked from the Ponyville train station toward Twilight's castle, where they had been invited to stay for the weekend.

Thankfully, there had been no royal fanfare at the station... But Shining knew that little smile on Cadance's face, and it usually meant he was in some kind of trouble. Then again, from the way she was dressed – she was wearing one of her more provocative royal gowns, one that fit her body tightly, with a long slit up the side of her leg to her cutie mark and a deep cut of cleavage – maybe the trouble he was in would end up being some kind of sexy trouble... That was always the best kind of trouble to be in.

Well, better to face it head-on, no matter which kind of trouble it was. “Honey,” he asked very carefully, “is anything wrong?”

“Not wrong, no.” She looked back at him ... with even more of a smirk this time. “Isn't it interesting, though, that we'd come to visit Ponyville on this particular weekend?”

He hurried a bit and came up beside her ... instead of staring at the sumptuous curves of her ass through her white and gold dress, as he had been. “Oh, is there something special this weekend?” Playing dumb and innocent had always been a pretty good strategy in the past...

“Anything special? Hm...” Cadance tapped her chin with one finger, putting a playful sway into her hips as she walked. “Well, there is Sharing Day tomorrow.”

“Sharing Day?” Shining shrugged.

Cadance shot him a cold glare for just a moment. Maybe he'd been playing it a little too dumb and innocent... Her wry smile soon returned, though. She edged a little closer to him, twirling a finger through the short fur of his cheek. “You know, the day every year when – by my own decree – everypony has to share their romantic partners, with no guilt and no repercussions?”

“Oh, right.” He nodded as if he'd just remembered. “That was part of that act you passed like five years ago, right? The one that was supposed to fix Equestria's slow reproduction rate?” He shrugged again. “I hadn't realized that was tomorrow.”

“Isn't it interesting that we're going to visit your sister's castle during this weekend, then? Hm... why might that be?” Cadance looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, she invited us over.”

“And why do you think she chose this weekend to invite us?” Her eyebrow rose even more, and her suggestive little grin returned.

“It probably slipped her mind, just like me. I'm sure she just wants to see one of her oldest friends and her big brother. She probably didn't even realize what day it was.”

“Right. Because if there's one thing our little Twilight is famous for, it's completely losing track of things like what day it is.” She gave him a playful jab in the ribs. “Come on, you can tell me. No repercussions, remember?”

“Oh, look!” he said, glad for any excuse to change the subject. “We're almost there! And just look what she's done with the place... We have to ask her who made those banners hanging from the balconies. Don't you think something like those would look amazing on the Crystal Palace? But maybe in blue, instead of purple.”

Cadance shook her head slowly and rolled her eyes at him. “I'm sure it was Rarity who made those banners.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him toward Twilight's castle. “Well, come on. I suppose I can't make you talk about your plans for tomorrow if you don't want to. But I want to spend a little time with Twilight before you two are so busy fucking each other's brains out that neither of you have any time for me.”

Shining's eyes went wide. Sure, it shouldn't have been that hard to deduce, but to hear it said out loud, so blatantly ... by his wife... He gulped, but he still knocked on Twilight's door when Cadance led him up to it. Even if Cadance had figured it out, she had no right to complain. Tomorrow was Sharing Day, after all.

* * *

The next morning, Shining woke up late -- to an empty, lonely guest bedroom. Cadance wasn't in their suite's sitting room, or the small kitchen, or even in the bathroom. And she'd taken her purse... She must have gotten an early start. For the first time, it occurred to him to wonder what she was getting up to on Sharing Day.

He shrugged it off, though. Whatever she was doing today, it was her right. And he had his own plans to prepare for.

After a quick freshening up in the bathroom – where he noticed evidence of Cadance's unusually extensive early-morning makeup and beauty routine – he wandered out into the main hall of Twilight's castle.

There was a lavender-colored rose petal on the floor in front of the entrance to his suite. He picked it up... It carried the scent of a familiar perfume – a scent that triggered some very provocative memories of Sharing Days in the past. There was another rose petal in view, halfway down the hall, in the direction of Twilight's rooms.

He smiled, feeling the heat in his cheeks. For such a book nerd, she could be quite the romantic sometimes...

The very last rose petal was right in front of the door to Twilight's bedroom. Shining had a hand stuffed full of them by now – it wouldn't do for somepony else to follow the trail and interrupt them, now would it?

He knocked. Even though he knew he'd be welcome, it was only polite.

“Is that you, Shining?” The sound of her voice made his cock bulge inside his pants.

“Uh-huh.”

“Come inside...”

The tone of voice she'd said that in made him gasp. His hand trembled as he fumbled for the doorknob.

What he saw inside made his other hand lose its grip. The bundle of lavender rose petals fluttered down onto the floor.

Twilight was kneeling on the floor in front of him, stark naked except for a black blindfold and a matching bolt of silk tying her arms together behind her back. A tiny puddle of her juices pooled on the floor between her knees. How long had she been waiting like this?

The moment he closed the door behind him, she leaned forward and tilted her head back a little, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.

Such a romantic...

Shining fumbled for the button on his pants. It seemed to take ages to get them off. And all the while, Twilight knelt there, her tongue patiently waiting for a certain item to be placed onto it.

Finally he managed to yank his pants down – and his boxers with them. His cock sprung free, almost fully erect already. It wobbled back and forth between him and Twilight, almost bopping her on the nose at one point before he managed to kick his pants off of his feet.

He grabbed it and guided it exactly where it needed to go. The moment the broad, flat tip of it settled against Twilight's pink tongue, she moaned deeply, lunging forward until she'd taken him nearly all the way to his medial ring. He let loose a deep grunt of satisfaction himself as he felt the tip of his cock slide effortlessly into his little sister's throat.

“F-fuck, Twilight...” He gasped and stroked her mane as she bobbed her head up and down. “Where'd you learn how to do that?”

“Mmm-mm mmm...” Apparently, Twilight wasn't going to take a break for long enough to dignify that with an answer. Instead, she willfully shoved herself down even further. His medial ring disappeared between her lips, and despite the blindfold, he could tell that she was looking up toward him adoringly.

But she was getting a little too ambitious. Her throat constricted, and she made little glugging, choking noises. Thick streams of her spit leaked out from her mouth around his shaft and plopped down onto the floor between them. The corners of the blindfold began to darken with dampness ... tears, no doubt.

“Twiley,” he said. “You don't have to— Oh! Oh Goddess!”

She'd shoved herself down all the way. Her drool now collected around the rim of his sheath, dripping down onto his balls. She jerked back and forth, no longer able to control her gagging ... could she even pull herself up if she wanted to, with her arms tied behind her like that?

As incredible as sinking deep inside her throat felt, Shining didn't want to be the death of his sister. He grabbed her horn – the moment he did, she moaned around his shaft in satisfaction – and he forcibly pulled her back up until only his tip remained inside.

She sucked in deep, greedy breaths through her nose, even as she strained against his grip on her horn, trying to push herself down again.

Shining let her ... but only a little. He had to hold his sister back the whole time, or she'd deep-throat him until she passed out. It was a strange inversion of the kind of encouragement most mares needed ... but then again, that sort of thing was why he loved his sister so much. Too bad Sharing Day was only one day a year!

Taking advantage of every opportunity Shining's rhythm gave her, Twilight swallowed his cock like she was desperate for it. Whenever he held her back, she slathered her tongue over as much of his shaft as she could reach, moaning as if begging to be let loose again.

Even with the distraction of holding her back, Shining felt himself getting close ... and now was far too soon. Twilight could teach even Cadance – The Princess of Love – a thing or two about blowjobs. But as good as her mouth felt, and as satisfying as it would be to let her go as deep as she wanted and pump his load straight down her throat, he wanted more from today than just a blowjob. Much more.

He pulled Twilight up ... all the way up. Her tongue stretched out, licking his flattened tip as he held her back, struggling for that last little bit of contact. The moment he released her, she dove back down again. He'd pulled his cock out of the way, so she didn't manage to deep-throat him again, but she didn't miss a beat. She slid her cheek against his spit-slick shaft, following it down until she found his balls, where she nuzzled in close, breathing deep from his musk and luxuriantly licking the smooth-curved skin.

“Oh Twiley,” he said, staring at her down there. The sight of her blindfolded, his dampened cock pressed against her mane as she worshiped his balls with her muzzle... He shook his head. No. If he was going to give his sister the treatment she deserved, he would have to do it forcefully ... and if the way she'd tied herself up was any indication, a little forcefulness was exactly what she wanted from him.

So he reached down, grabbed her by the shoulders, and hauled her up. She was surprisingly light, despite how much she'd grown since they were kids. Carrying her over his shoulder – with a hand conveniently placed on her shapely purple ass – he hauled her over to her own bed and tossed her down on it.

Twilight squealed and landed on her back, softening the blow against her tied hands with just the briefest flash of magic. Good – that meant she was still giving some thought to self-preservation.

Before she could jump up and lunge for his cock again, Shining held her down with a firm palm pressed against her slim belly, on the firm curve just below her belly button.

She must have figured out what he had in mind, because she moaned and spread her legs open wider.

Shining grinned as he saw her purple pussy lips open slightly, showing him a slit of pink inside. And Goddess ... he'd never seen her so absolutely sopping wet before. Little clear rivulets matted the fur on each of her thighs, and her entrance was still dripping, even as he looked at her.

Still, even as turned-on as his sister obviously was, it wouldn't hurt to tease her a little...

He began by tasting the drips along her thighs. Her legs twitched as his tongue touched them, tickling her sensitive spots around her inner thighs – spots he'd known about since before either one of them was old enough to know why it wasn't appropriate for a brother to touch a sister there...

From the neediness of her moans, though, he knew there was only so much teasing she was prepared to take before she'd drop her submissive act and just use her magic to shove his muzzle where she wanted it.

Of course, she didn't need to do that. Shining wanted to be the best brother he could be, so he gave her what she wanted without making her take it from him. He skipped the rest of the teasing and went straight for the juicy pink slit that needed attention so badly.

Twilight gasped when he first licked her from bottom to top. Her whole body jerked when his tongue slid over her clit.

Shining grinned to himself – despite lips coated with his own sister's unmentionable fluids. He had her exactly where he wanted her ... and it wouldn't be long now. He gave her exactly what he knew set her off so well: slow, rolling licks back and forth up between her lips, then gently suckling on her clit while teasing it with the tip of his tongue – and just as it started to get too intense, he'd start over with the rolling lick again, building her up to an even higher peak.

“Shining, Shining,” Twilight panted. “Oh Shining!”

He kept going. He knew she wasn't truly close to the edge until he heard...

“Unh! B-B-B-F-fffuck!” Her whole body tensed, her legs trembling against his shoulders.

Shining stopped teasing her clit and instead stuck his tongue into her entrance – far deeper than he had before – to feel her pussy pulsing around his tongue, and to taste the love-juices that spurted into his mouth. He hummed a satisfied moan into her pussy lips, taking satisfaction in a job – and a sister – well-done.

It wasn't over, though, when – grinning lips dripping -- he stood up above her still-shaking body. Stroking his cock a little, he got down into position at the side of the bed, lining himself up.

Goddess, she was cute! His wife might be beautiful, one of the most gorgeous mares in all of Equestria, even ... but Twilight was just so damn adorable. Her purple breasts were perky enough, but not the voluptuous melons his wife sported. And instead of his wife's carefully-toned abs, Twilight had a little bit of a soft belly to her – just enough belly to accentuate her curves and make the way it narrowed down to her puffy little pussy lips between her thighs all the more irresistible.

Shining grabbed her hips – a little bit narrower than Cadance's well-developed ones -- with both hands, lining the tip of his cock up with his sister's wet and ready pussy.

“Yes!” she gasped as she felt his tip there. “Please tell me you're not going to use a---”

Shining pressed forward a little. His sister's pussy lips gradually spread open, and then in a sudden pop, the broad tip of his cock slid inside her.

“Mmm...” Twilight squirmed back and forth on top of her bed, working her pussy a little farther down his cock as she moved. “Yes... You didn't use a condom. I can feel everything.”

Leaning down over her body, Shining surprised her with a brief kiss on her still-sloppy lips. “Only the best for my Twiley.” He flexed his hips, and his cock sank deeper inside her.

Twilight's back arched, stretching her belly out underneath him. He couldn't help but touch that long, gorgeous curve ... and then follow it upward to her nice firm little breasts.

“Give it to me, Shining!” She hooked her legs around behind his ass. “I've waited a whole year to feel this again, and I'm not waiting a second longer!”

Smiling, he obliged her, pressing himself the rest of the way in. Just as his sheath pressed against her pussy lips, she let out a little gasp as he touched her innermost barrier.

She grinned up at him, despite the blindfold. “Perfect fit, as always.” Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his shaft, massaging his brotherly gift to her.

If only he could take a snapshot of this moment and capture it ... if only he could relive it again and again whenever he wanted to... Twilight's secret little smile and the way she looked at him from behind her blindfold, her cute little body laid out perfectly in front of him, the inner walls of her pussy hugging his cock like a long-lost friend... His brain was certainly taking a snapshot of it, anyway. He knew from past results that today would be stuck in his head for a long time. For months to come, he'd be thinking of Twilight like this every time he jerked off, every time he came inside his wife. And he wouldn't want it any other way.

Twilight squirmed a little against the bed sheets, giving a slight moan. Her warm pussy clenched around his shaft again.

He'd been lost in thought for too long, mesmerized by staring at the perfect picture in front of him – he'd neglected his sister's needs! Hastily, he started thrusting inside her, and the sexy little sounds from her mouth changed from needy to ecstatic. His own knees felt week from the pleasure of his sister's pussy lips sliding up and down the sides of his cock. The soft, sloppy-warm grip inside her seemed to be begging him for his release, even more than Twilight's gentle moans.

Every one of Twilight's panted breaths made her adorable little belly flex, made her little boobs jiggle, their nipples jutting straight up as her fur began to stand on end. Her pussy started to clench harder as she already neared another orgasm.

Shining couldn't hold himself back much longer, either. His hands slid up from his sister's hips to grip around her trim little waist ... she felt so small, it felt almost like he could wrap his hands all the way around her. And it felt like he was jerking himself off with her, using his precious little sister as nothing but a cock sleeve. His thrusts became shorter and grew more frantic; he felt the tightness around his tip as it swelled, flaring up inside and creating a perfect seal around the entrance to his sister's womb.

“Do it!” Twilight cried out. “I want it, Shining! I want it so much!”

Even in his nearly-orgasmic state, though, Shining knew that was just her arousal talking. There was no way they could risk a pregnancy – that was one sibling-to-sibling boundary that he would not cross.

With a little difficulty – and a mountain's weight in willpower – he yanked himself back. His flared cock squeezed out of his sister's pussy, just in time.

“No!” Twilight's pussy clenched down on nothing, too late now to trap Shining's broad, flared tip inside.

Shining laid his glistening-wet cock against his sister's belly and threw his head back, groaning as the pressure finally burst. It throbbed against her belly, and the first thick pulse of cum shot out onto her chest, coating the undersides of her perky little tits.

But Twilight wasn't about to let it all go to waste. She grabbed his cock with her magic, tilting it upward a little as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.

Her aim was impressive – especially for a blindfolded mare. The next stream caught her mostly on the cheek and across the bridge of her nose, though she managed to move and get the last little bit of it in her mouth. Every spurt of cum after that – and there were a lot of spurts – went almost perfectly into her waiting mouth, pooling there and splashing out when there was too much to hold. Of course, she did miss a little bit. Extra splatters fell on her breasts, her neck, her mane ... one thick splash even glopped onto her blindfold, seeping into it and creating a darker spot across Twilight's eyes.

Shining watched it all, his mind throwing up fireworks of pleasure with every throb, with every drop that landed on his adorable little sister.

But even with such an incredible view, his orgasm couldn’t last forever. Soon, the cum shooting out didn't have enough power left to reach Twilight's mouth. Each successive little spurt landed lower down on his sister's body – her valley between her outthrust breasts, the subtle curve at the bottom of her ribs, and finally just dribbling out where the wide-flared head of his cock was held by her magic just above her belly button.

Twilight looked at him – despite the blindfold, he could tell she was looking straight up into his face – and she closed her mouth. Her throat bulged slightly as she swallowed, then she opened again, showing him her lips and tongue almost entirely clean again.

Shining shuddered with pleasure at the sight, releasing a last little dollop of cum that splatted onto his sister's tummy. When she released his cock from her magic's hold, it fell down heavily, flopping against the feminine curves of her belly, the head of it floating on the little pool of cum in her belly button.

For a few moments, all he could do was tremble in place and try to keep breathing. His cock slowly shrank back toward his sheath, sliding down Twilight's belly along the way. He made sure it didn't slide directly over her pussy – drops of cum still clung to it, and he didn't want to take the slightest risk of some of it getting inside her and making her pregnant with incestuous offspring.

As sexy as Twilight looked, lying there soaked in his cum, her hips jerking upward as if to hump against him, Shining knew she must have been getting uncomfortable from her tied-up position. Bracing himself against the side of the bed, he rolled her halfway over and undid the loose knot of silk binding her arms together behind her back.

The moment she was free, she sat up and took off her own blindfold. The look she gave Shining the moment he saw her eyes smouldered with a deep satisfaction and unfathomed love ... but the slight quirk of her eyebrows and the way she licked her lips slightly spoke of how she was denied that last orgasm – one that would have no doubt been triggered by feeling him cum inside her.

Shining gave her a little kiss, ignoring the splatters of cum on her muzzle. “Oh Twiley,” he said, “you're so irresistible when you look at me like that.”

She glanced down, though, at his cock and how it was almost entirely back in his sheath now. Strangely, though, she grinned ... an almost malicious-looking grin.

He backed away slightly. “Twiley ... what are you planning?”

“Not planning, actually – executing a plan I came up with months ago.” For a moment, her horn flared. A tiny glass vial teleported into the air in front of her and fell into her hand. “Here, drink this.”

Shining took the vial from her hand, but he didn't drink it, not yet. He held it up in front of his face, examining the thick, milky liquid inside. It flowed like syrup, but was a slightly off-white color. When he popped the cap off the vial and sniffed it, he immediately jerked back and held it away from himself. “Ugh! It smells like cum!”

“Well, yeah.” Twilight rolled her eyes. “What else would you expect to be the main ingredient of a virility potion?”

“A virility potion?” He looked at it again, still holding it far away from his face. “Is that my cum in there?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Of course not. The ingredients have to be fresh, and the potion only has a shelf life of a couple weeks.”

“Then whose...?”

Pushing his hand – with the vial – back toward him, she clasped his other hand. “It doesn't matter whose cum it is. Come on, BBBFF! Can't you see how much I'm suffering here? Drink it, and let's go!”

He held it closer again. The smell seemed even worse now that he knew what it was ... and it wasn't just cum-smell. There was something sour in there, and bitter as well. “I don't know...”

Twilight stood in front of him, his cum dripping off her body as she posed, hands cupping her breasts and legs slightly spread, showing off the still-clean mound in between them. Her tail flagged high behind her. “Come on,” she said. “We can't let your refractory periods get in the way of the precious few hours we have together before Sharing Day is over! If I can swallow a gallon of your cum, you can drink one little potion. Zecora guaranteed me that it's safe. Just hold your nose and drink it!”

Looking at her like that, the point easily drove home into Shining's head – the idea of the potion might be a bit unpleasant, but the reward for drinking it was on obvious display right in front of him. Just the sight of her was starting to make his cock slip out of his sheath again, almost as if he didn't need a potion at all.

But he did what she wanted, held his nose, and downed the potion in one quick shot ... despite the way it clung to his throat and burned on the way down.

By the time he took his hand off his nose and set down the empty vial, his cock was already raging hard again, jutting out prominently toward his sister.

And she didn't waste any more time. Pushing him back onto the bed until he sat down on the edge of it, she leapt up onto his lap and plunged herself down on his renewed cock, tilting her head back and moaning as the entire length of it slid inside her and she came to rest in his lap.

Shining grabbed his sister's cum-sticky tits as she began rocking her hips back and forth, working his pussy over his good-as-new cock.

He could tell – this was going to be a good Sharing Day.

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Chapter 2 - Princess Cadance's Sharing Day

Princess Mi Amore Cadenza looked at herself in the guest suite's mirror, appreciating the mare in the reflection. Absolutely ravishing... She'd applied makeup to a point just shy of being overkill, and the silky, almost sheer, gown she wore today was in every way suited for a princess – a slutty princess. Two creamy-white swashes came down to form the low neckline, each barely covering enough of her ample breasts to preserve some pretense of modesty; the fabric was so thin that even in their softest state, her nipples showed through; a tight gold-colored band just below her chest helped lend a little support and made sure that the barely-there fabric clung to all the hard-earned curves of her abs; and the slits up each side of the ankle-length gown were cut so high that they showed off her entire cutie mark. Of course, she wore absolutely nothing underneath – even the tiniest bra or panties would ruin the lines of her dress. And it was perfect that way. No stallion would be able to resist her.

Her husband slept soundly in the bedroom, despite the fact that the sun had risen hours ago. Still, that was all for the better. The last thing she needed was for him to get curious about what she had planned for today. Of course he wouldn't be able to stop her – she had every right to do it ... but having him tagging along and watching her every move would be awkward and frankly a bit of a turn-off. Unless, she mused, what if she just blatantly disregarded him, fucking the biggest stallion in town right in front of him while she watched her husband wilting from the absolute feeling of inadequacy...

She shook her head. No. That might be fun at the time, but she did love the big oaf, and she'd never want to traumatize the poor guy.

It was for the best that she'd be able to slip out without him noticing ... because she did intend to fuck the biggest stallion in Ponyville today. She'd met him on their previous visit to Ponyville: Applejack's huge, red, muscular, and very obviously hung dreamboat of a brother. Unfortunately, that visit hadn't been on Sharing Day. But now Sharing Day had arrived, and it was time for her to make her move.

Shining barely stirred as she walked past him. She might have felt a tiny pang of guilt from the way he rolled over and clutched the blankets where she would have been, a slight frown coming to his sleeping face when he didn't find her there ... if this had been some other day, but not today. Today was Sharing Day, and that meant zero guilt. Besides, she had a pretty good idea of what he'd be up to as soon as he woke up. He might miss out on a little early-morning cuddling, but he'd be balls deep inside his sister in no time. Hopefully at least one of those two would have the sense to put a condom on him first. It wouldn't do for the Princess of Friendship to have to explain where her Sharing Day baby came from.

Once she was outside Twilight's castle, Cadance breathed deep. There was something special in the air on Sharing Day... Maybe it was just an underlying reek of pheromones and the kind of sex that would have been illicit on any other day, but she liked to think that it was something more than that.

Sure, by all official accounts, she'd enacted Sharing Day in order to address the lack of un-partnered stallions and Equestria's alarmingly low birth rate ... but that had never been the whole story. As the Princess of Love, she knew that while love thrived when given a sense of commitment, stallions and mares alike would always have an underlying thirst for the new and the exciting. Left unchecked – as in the days before her ascension – this would often lead to cheating, the destruction of cherished relationships, and the deep suffering of heartache for countless couples who could otherwise be perfectly happy with each other. Her solution, unorthodox as it seemed, had been working fantastically so far. Give them all one day a year when they can indulge their impulses and satisfy their sexual curiosity, and then let them go back to their committed, loving relationships with that irascible itch scratched and a renewed devotion to their partners.

It had taken time to catch on, but after a few years now, everyone seemed to have embraced it wholeheartedly. Equestria's birth rate had increased significantly, helping to justify her actions in the eyes of her more conservative aunts, but her real victory was that Equestria's divorce rate had plummeted precipitously. Love in Equestria – and its client state, the Crystal Empire – had never been stronger.

The festive atmosphere of the day soaked through everything, despite the fact that there were no decorations, no carnival stalls, and no concerts. Everywhere Cadance looked as she walked toward Sweet Apple Acres, she saw stallions and mares walking with an extra pep in their step, a special glow of anticipation in their faces, and a twinkle in their eye.

Over there was Hondo Flanks, the father Rarity had been so reluctant to introduce Cadance to, walking side by side with Spoiled Rich, the wife of the richest stallion in town. Both of them had ice cream cones, and as she watched, Hondo dipped his finger into his ice cream and let Spoiled suck the sample right off his finger.

And just across the street was Hondo's heavyset wife, Cookie Crumbles, standing very close to a younger stallion she was obviously flirting with: leaning over a short fence toward him, an outrageous amount of her plush cleavage on display through her half-buttoned blouse.

A little farther down the road, she had to stop and wait as Filthy Rich crossed the road in front of her ... along with his entourage. Half a dozen young, giggling mares followed behind him, all of them holding multiple shopping bags from the best boutique stores Ponyville had to offer. Did he really have the stamina for all six of them, or were they just there to stroke his ego? Maybe before next year's Sharing Day came around, she'd put a few inquiries into the gossip chain and find out.

Just as she reached the edge of town, she met Applejack, headed the other direction with a heavy-looking hand cart. When Cadance gave a little wave of recognition, Applejack crossed the street to come talk to her.

“Now that sure is an interestin' direction you're headed, Princess. Ain't much down that way besides Sweet Apple Acres.”

Cadance smiled coyly. “And where might you be headed, Applejack?”

“Aw, I'm just headin' out to set up the cider stand in town square. Sharin' Day's got a way of makin' ponies thirsty.”

Leaning closer, Cadance took a brief moment to admire Applejack's firm, toned body. There was a lot to admire – the mare's shirt was short enough to leave most of her chiseled torso exposed, and she had seen some bikinis that covered more than Applejack's jean shorts did. Cadance gave a slight pout. “Just selling cider? On Sharing Day? That's all?”

Applejack shrugged. “I ain't married or nothin', so Sharin' Day's just kind of a regular day for me. Nothin' special.”

“Really?” Cadance came closer ... alluringly close. “There aren't any married ponies in town that you're hoping to get your hands on?” She subtly ran a hand down her own body, hoping Applejack would get the hint. Sure, her brother was Cadance's real goal, but she'd entertained mares in the bedroom before, and just at this moment, the idea of doing so with Applejack's hard-as-steel body seemed quite enticing.

“Nah.” The casual dismissal hurt a little, but Cadance didn't let it get to her. Some mares weren't into the idea of sharing a bed with another mare, after all. Applejack shook her head slowly. “Ain't no stallions in town I've got eyes for.” She glanced with a strange, meaningful look back down the road toward Sweet Apple Acres. “Good luck, by the way. I'm afraid Big Mac gets pretty shy around Sharin' Day. Lots of mares have tried ... but as far as I know, only Sugar Belle has ever managed to, you know ... get through to him.”

Leaning back to a more comfortable distance, Cadance rested a hand on the broad curve of her hip. “Oh, I have my ways.” There was no use denying it, not when Applejack had seen right through her already.

“Well, you're welcome to try, for all the good it'll do ya.” Applejack went back to her cart and began pulling it down the street again. “I've got to get this set up before the mornin' rush hits.”

After saying goodbye, Cadance set down the path toward Sweet Apple Acres with renewed resolve. Sure, she'd picked up on Big Mac's shyness when she'd first been introduced. He was a stallion of few words, but she didn't take him for such a recluse ... or for someone so devoted to his lover that he'd willingly forgo Sharing Day's carte blanche. This might actually turn out to be somewhat of a challenge.

But, after all, wasn't the pursuit half the fun? Maybe it would be a challenge worthy of the Princess of Love.

* * *

There was no reply from the farmhouse door when Cadance knocked on it. All the windows were shuttered, the curtains pulled behind them to block any cracks. When she tried the door, it was locked.

For a brief moment, she wondered where the rest of Applejack's family was, whether they'd participated in locking the house down like they were leaving for months or whether that had been solely Big Mac's doing. But it didn't matter where they had gone ... what mattered was where she could find Big Mac. If she didn't find him in the house, she'd search the barn next. If not there, she'd take wing and fly over the orchards ... she'd find him.

And a locked door wasn't about to stop a well-trained alicorn's magic, either. With a quick glow of her horn, she zapped the lock. It clicked.

Now when she tried the door, the doorknob turned, but it still wouldn't open.

Weird ... that unlocking spell should have been more than a match for some measly little lock of mundane Ponyville manufacture. Whatever. It didn't matter. Even if she couldn't open the door, it's not like a simple wooden door could ever stop her.

With another flash of her horn, she teleported a few steps forward, to the other side of the door. That worked perfectly, and she instantly stood inside the rustic home. It smelled like freshly baked apple pie and old, seasoned wood. A lovely little farm house, really.

When she glanced back at the door, she saw why it had resisted her spell: it wasn't just locked, it was barred. A thick board of wood had been nailed in place across the door's opening, preventing it from moving at all, even when unlocked. Well, that meant that somepony here was awfully desperate to keep others out ... and it probably meant that this somepony was still inside the house. Given that this somepony was almost certainly Big Mac, Candace grinned. It looked like it wouldn't take much searching for her to find her quarry.

Taking care to step lightly on the creaky-looking wooden floorboards, she began by making her way upstairs. Everything was even quieter and darker up here ... if she didn't know any better, she could have thought the house had been abandoned like this for weeks.

The first room she tried was bedecked with old quilts and crochet projects. It reeked of old lady smell. Granny Smith's, no doubt ... and no Big Mac to be found.

The next room's extra-small bed had to be Apple Bloom's ... and again, no Big Mac.

Behind the next door, though, she could smell a spicy-sweet masculine musk that had to belong to a stud like Big Mac. Steeling her nerves and preparing her sexiest pose before entering, she slowly turned the doorknob to find ... an empty room. She checked in the closet, behind the door, under the bed even though there was no way a stallion of Big Mac's size could fit under there. The room was swimming with his scent, but he just wasn't there.

The last door down the hall had to be Applejack's room. By now, Cadance was wondering if Big Mac had somehow slipped out of the house after nailing the door shut, but she knew she should be thorough. She'd search Applejack's room as well before moving downstairs, and then off to check the barn.

When she opened the door, though, she was met with a surprise. Big Mac's head shot up to look at her, and he quickly threw whatever piece of fabric he'd been holding underneath the bed he was sitting on. “Cadance! What are you---?” For a long moment, he just stared, gape-mouthed, before it finally occurred to him that he was greeting a Princess. He jumped down to the floor in front of the bed and knelt there. “Your Highness,” he said in a low, strained voice.

It occurred to Cadance that she might simply order him to service her however she desired. Looking at the way his tight jeans bulged over his leg muscles as he knelt there, at the breadth of his shoulders, and at his cutely scraggly orange hair ... it was tempting to simply order him, yes. But she wasn't that kind of pony, not that kind of princess. And besides, the other three princesses wouldn't stand for that kind of behavior – there would be repercussions.

So instead, she gestured for him to rise. “No 'Your Highness' here, please.” She gave him a warm smile. “This is purely a ... social visit.”

He got back up on the bed, but he still hung his head low and hunched over like a little kid who knew he was in trouble for something. “Yes, Ma'am.”

She would have preferred an 'Okay, Cadance,' but 'Yes, Ma'am' would have to do. And unfortunately, he wasn't even glancing at her carefully-prepared body. What a waste. She sat down next to him on the bed. “Please, relax. You have nothing to fear.” She glanced meaningfully at the shuttered and curtained window. “I'm a bit curious, I have to admit ... why have you shut yourself in here like you're hiding in a fortress?”

Big Mac glanced over at her for a moment, then quickly looked back down at the floor. He shrugged.

“A sense of loyalty to Sugar Belle is admirable ... but this is Sharing Day.” She rubbed her hand gently across his broad, firm back, even though he didn't seem to respond to it. “A stallion as lovely as yourself shouldn't be alone. Wouldn't you enjoy a little company?”

“Eenope.”

Cadance wasn't used to being rejected, especially not in such dismissively firm tones. It hurt a little. Had married life softened her? Was she less attractive now? No ... she couldn't be. Alicorns didn't age, after all. There had to be some problem with him, some reason he was acting like this on a day that should have been a festive celebration of uninhibited lust...

Why was he hiding in Applejack's room, anyway?

She thought back to the first glimpse she'd gotten of him ... what had he been holding up to his face? With a wry grin and a little glow of magic, she sought it out under the bed. Since Applejack was a clean and meticulous housekeeper, there was only one thing down there; Cadance pulled it out. Her magic held up a skimpy pair of jean shorts ... ones very similar to another pair Cadance had seen just a few minutes ago.

Cadance glanced over at Big Mac. He looked away from the hovering, glowing shorts and turned a shade darker red.

“Oh, I see,” Cadance whispered into his ear. “Maybe it isn't Sugar Belle you're being so loyal to...”

“I... I don't know nothin' about that.” Big Mac scooted away from her on the bed, but she just followed him.

“There's nothing wrong with it, you know, as long as it doesn't result in any pregnancies. In fact, I'm fairly sure my husband is busy doing something quite similar at this very moment...”

Big Mac looked at her, his eyes wide. “You mean ... Miss Sparkle?”

She gave a slight nod. Good. She'd gotten his attention at least. With a flick of her magic, she sent the jean shorts back under the bed – they clearly made him nervous, and she wanted him to be as comfortable as possible right now.

How would she turn this to her advantage? Flicking the shorts back under the bed made her think of the ones she'd seen Applejack wearing. Then she remembered the odd look Applejack had made, back toward Sweet Apple Acres. That look might have just been Applejack thinking about Cadance's plans ... or maybe it had been Applejack briefly envisioning her brother fucking a certain pink princess, with a hint of ... jealousy!

That was it! Cadance could barely contain her smile. “So, Big Mac, what are you doing alone in your sister's bedroom on Sharing Day?”

Whatever he'd been about to say, he choked on it and looked away, hiding his face from her.

She touched his back again, tracing her fingers delicately across his flannel shirt. “Applejack is a wonderful mare, isn't she?”

“Uh... Eeyup.”

She leaned in ... to the point where some of her hair draped down onto his back. “And you like her, don't you?” When she felt him tense up, she added, “As a sister.”

“Eeyup.”

Even closer now. She knew her words must be tickling the back of his ear, so she said it breathily, “And maybe you like her in other ways as well?”

The big, tough muscles of his back tensed again, but he didn't say anything this time.

Cadance came even closer, nestling her cheek into the side of his neck ... she could feel the way it made him shiver. “She likes you that way, too.”

That one hadn't been a question, but he responded anyway: “Eenope!”

“Oh, is that so?” She giggled and planted a surreptitious little kiss on the nape of his neck. “She might be able to fool you, but she can't fool the Princess of Love. I've seen it, Big Mac. I've seen the way she wants you. It's the same way you want her.”

Big Mac's trembling tension escalated until he finally shot up from the bed, nearly knocking Cadance over in his haste to stand up. He looked for a moment as if he was about to apologize, then glanced at the door and started for it instead. “Eenope! The Apple Family tree don't bend that way!” He fumbled clumsily for the doorknob and finally found it.

But before he could get through the door, Cadance slammed it shut in front of him with her magic. By the time he forced himself to turn around and look at her, she was standing right there in front of him, wings spread and her body curved just so to show herself off in the best possible light.

Big Mac gulped audibly.

“Not so fast, big guy,” she told him. “I'm the Princess of Love, and I'm not about to let a love like this end up blocked by silly things like incest taboos. I swear to you – on my word as a princess of Equestria – that by Sharing Day next year, you and your sister will finally be together, ready to bring the sexual tension between the two of you to a much-needed release. There's just one thing I need from you first.”

He looked her up and down, and she caught him trying to hide the way he licked his lips slightly.

“Before I set you up with Applejack, I need to make sure you're good enough for her.” She took a step closer, brashly unbuttoning the top button of his plaid shirt. “I need to make sure you're good enough in bed for a mare as special as Applejack.”

Big Mac watched with trembling lips as she unfastened another button, exposing a bit of his deep-red chest. “H-how are you gonna do that?”

“Simple.” Instead of continuing on with the buttons, she reached straight down and cupped the warm, growing bulge in his jeans. “I'm going to take you to your sister's bed, and you're going to fuck me on it until I either pass out or admit you're good enough for Applejack.”

He glanced at the bed, then back at her, his eyes wide. The bulge in his pants twitched and grew some more. It was already pretty impressive – Cadance wondered how much more he had to give. Carefully, he placed his hands on her delicately curved shoulders and pushed her back a little. “Uh... I don't know about this. I shouldn't ... I...”

It seemed to take away his ability to speak when Cadance took hold of his wrists and slid each of them down just a little, moving his hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. This time when she pressed closer, he didn't push back. His hands were squeezed between her boobs and his chest. She rested her body against him ... and then went for his zipper.

And the whole time, he just stood there and stared at where his hands were. Even though it seemed that his mind might not be working the way it should, his hands knew what to do – they squeezed and kneaded her royal tits purely on instinct.

The zipper went down, and she undid the last button in her way. Big Mac's jeans slumped down to the floor ... and soon, so did Cadance, kneeling down in front of him. “Maybe you need a little more convincing,” she said, looking up into his eyes as his hands lost their grip on her breasts. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him over the bulge in them. “Let's see what you're about to put inside me, shall we?”

When she pulled his briefs down, his enormous red cock – already half-erect – sprung out and bopped her on the cheek. She gasped at the unexpected size of it ... at the weight she'd just felt against her face. Oh yes, this was everything she imagined he might be, and more.

As she pulled the waistband the rest of the way down, she was able to see his nice, full sack ... how did he even have room for those things between his legs? Each one was significantly bigger around than Cadance's fist. She couldn't wait to drain them and drink down the warm milkshake she could coax out of him.

She started at his hip, right where his leg met his groin, planting wet kisses and breathing in his deep scent. But she couldn't hold herself back for long. Soon, she slid her mouth a little way over and planted a long, wet lick across the broad curve of one nut. Her hands went for his shaft – too thick for her fingers to close around – and began lightly sliding up and down as she nuzzled the lovely smooth cleft between his balls.

“P-princess!” he said. “You don't have to---”

“Ssh...” Leaning back as far as she could, she slid her cheek up the side of his shaft and then took the tip into her mouth. She only let it a little way in, but she slid her tongue back and forth over his sensitive, broad tip, rolling it around in her mouth for a moment before pulling it back out and kissing the flat face of it. One hand still stroked his rapidly hardening shaft, but the other found its way all the way down to cradle his ponderously heavy balls. “Just let me do what I do best.” She dove down on him again, taking him deep this time, nearly down to his medial ring.

He slumped back against the door, moaning in ecstasy ... and she had him exactly where she wanted him.

Cadance raised herself a little bit higher on her knees and began taking that big red cock deeper and deeper. She knew what she was doing, knew how to squeeze in breaths around the huge girth in her throat, knew how to use the extra-slick spit that welled up, and knew how to cup each of the big guy's balls ever so gently, holding them reverently in place as she worked her lips down closer to them.

Big Mac didn't recover from the feeling of her mouth descending on his cock until she was kissing his sheath. Only then did he reach a hand down and kindly brush her hair away from her face. His shaft stiffened fully inside her throat, giving her an uncomfortable pressure, but she didn't let it bother her. Instead, she looked up at him as soon as her multi-hued hair was out of the way and giving him the kind of adoring look that always made stallions melt on the inside.

And he was no exception. She could feel the trembling in his knees, and his balls were already tightening in her fingers.

But she was just getting started! Now that she'd gotten him completely lubed up, she began bobbing her head up and down, coming up and gulping down nearly half his cock, letting her lips ripple over the thick veins near his base over and over again. The whole time, she looked up at him as if begging him to pour his cum down her royal throat.

In no time, she felt his flare growing in her throat, swelling out her neck. She might have been able to handle it – she could with most stallions, but Big Mac was much bigger than most stallions. It didn't matter, though. After all, she wanted more than just this!

As soon as she felt his flare spreading deep inside, Cadance pulled herself off of him, his broadened tip coming out from between her lips with an audible pop. It wavered wetly in front of her face for a moment before she began to rise. Big Mac, no doubt in a near-orgasmic stupor, thrust his hips forward, trying to bury his cock in her mouth again, but as she rose up, all it did was slide between her breasts on her way up, smearing them with a little of her own spit.

“Princess, Ma'am,” he said, “I'm close!”

She stroked him with one hand, sliding easily now that she'd gotten him all slick ... but she only gave him enough to keep him on edge, not get him off. “I know you are. But I didn't come here to test your skills in receiving blowjobs...”

Big Mac's eyes went wide, each of them reflecting a little image of her, as she reached her other hand behind herself and unclasped her gown. It fell silently from her shoulders, leaving her gorgeous body fully nude right in front of him.

She gave his cock a little squeeze with the hand still on it and leaned in close to him. “... I came here to test your skills in fucking a mare.” With that, she grabbed both sides of his shirt and yanked them, sending the rest of his buttons flying ... but she no longer cared. What mattered was pressing her bare body against that massive red chest, feeling his hot, needy cock slap against the perfect curves of her abs. She could feel her pussy dripping down her leg. Goddess, she was drenched down there! That cock of his couldn't get inside her fast enough!

Thankfully, he seemed to agree with her about that. Being careful around the base of her wings, he reached around her back and hefted her completely off of the floor as if she weighed nothing. His thick cock rubbed against her belly with every step. She stretched her hands down and grabbed great glorious handfuls of his firmly toned ass. It made her quiver to think of all that powerful muscle being used to drive his massive cock deep inside her.

Before she knew it, he'd flopped her down onto the bed, belly-up and staring at the ceiling as he stood beside the bed and lined himself up between her legs.

This was it! Cadance panted in deep breaths as she felt the huge, flat tip of his cock butt up against her lust-slick pussy lips.

Big Mac's muscles tensed and bunched up. He held her hips in place with unquestionable power, and with a very horse-like snorting grunt, he shoved his cock forward.

Cadance felt her pussy lips spread wide by the pressure before they finally gave way and let his cock slip through, swallowing it greedily. If it wasn't for his powerful hands on her hips, she might have bounced herself right off the bed from the spasms her body was already throwing at her.

He pushed again, and more of his thick shaft slid between her pussy lips. The pressure grew inside her as she felt herself stretching around his girth ... and still he wasn't done! With one more massive thrust, he finally hilted himself inside her, his heavy balls bumping against her.

And at that moment, Cadance came. Her back arched and she squealed out like a little girl, her body gripping and instinctively milking his huge farm-stud cock, begging him to unload inside her.

Thankfully, he didn't. He held mostly still, letting her ride out her surprisingly quick orgasm before he began thrusting inside her again ... now with a tender gentleness that made her glow from the inside out. Or maybe that was just the afterglow from her early climax – either way, the one thing that Cadance knew was that she felt good, very good.

It seemed like hours passed with him slowly pulling out and pushing back into her, massaging her inner walls ... hours of bliss ... but of course it was probably only a few minutes, really, before he began working inside her with more vigor, more of his impressive strength.

She saw the muscles rippling in his strong arms, saw the sweat beginning to seep through his short red fur. With every thrust into her, he took a deep, apple-scented breath that ruffled through her hair and made her own fur stand on end.

Soon, he gave up all pretense of civility and was rutting her like a wild stallion, ramming his huge cock inside her as deep as he could and as often as he could. She knew she'd be sore tomorrow, but she had her husband to help her deal with that. For now, she reveled in being used, being bred by this uncivilized hunk of a stallion.

Being ... bred? She gasped. Even as another orgasm began to flood over her, she felt the signs. Her clenching pussy had even more to clench around than it had before – a hugely flared head, deep inside her belly. She could feel it sealing up against the entrance to her womb, spreading the opening a little and lining up perfectly to flood her with virile farm-pony seed. She cried out again, her legs automatically wrapping around his back and holding him in place as her body begged to be filled with new life...

But she was the Princess of Love, and experienced enough to know better. Despite the waves of orgasm washing over her, despite the imagined voice whispering 'let it happen' in her ear, she knew that breeding the next prince of the Crystal Throne with someone other than her husband would be a major diplomatic faux pas, Sharing Day or no Sharing Day.

She used her magic to push him back at the very last minute, opening her legs to let him come out ... and not a moment too soon. Just as she laid the underside of his glistening-wet shaft against her still-throbbing pussy, his flared head erupted in a huge gush of white.

Big Mac still gripped her sides as if he was thrusting into her, but the intense, pulsing throbs of his cock only pulsed against Cadance's smooth abs. Instead of gushing into her womb, his cum splashed onto her heaving pink tits, across her artfully-prepared face, and even onto her welcoming outstretched tongue.

Cadance greedily drank down every warm splatter that managed to land in her mouth, and she reveled in the warm plip-plop of sticky strands patterning her chest. Even his cum tasted vaguely apple-like ... but more of a salty apple cinnamon kind of tinge.

And, sadly, despite the great promise of those brimming-full balls she'd been fondling, it was in limited supply. Big Mac's whole body jerked back and forth as he squirted out the last few thin streams of it into her cleavage. Trembling, he collapsed, just barely managing to roll to the side and crash down on Applejack's bed instead of on top of Cadance. Lying there on his sister's sheets, he looked over at her in a kind of daze, with a huge dumb smile on his face.

Well, let him rest for a moment. He'd earned it. Cadance herself rode out the last few aftershocks of her orgasm, her belly twitching and her pussy clenching down on nothing. Being painted with Big Mac's cum was fun, but it wasn't as satisfying as being filled...

As her body calmed and she could finally take in a few deep breaths, Cadance ran a finger through the thick glaze of cooling cum on the curves of her breasts. The thought of being filled, of a feral stallion's cock spasming as it pumped his load straight into her fertile womb... That was it. She knew what she'd be doing with her husband as soon as Sharing Day was over!

Now the only thing left was to convince Applejack to have sex with her brother. That shouldn't be too hard ... she hadn't been lying about sensing such a desire in Applejack. Maybe if she asked nicely, the two siblings would let her join in ... or at least watch as Big Mac's cock throbbed his thick load into his sister's pussy.

Her own pussy twitched again, just at the thought of seeing that. She looked down at Big Mac's flaccid cock lying against his thigh and wondered if it was too early for him to get hard again if she sucked on it. She hadn't yet given him a passing grade on his 'test', and she was definitely going to need more than just one rutting today!

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Chapter 3 - Mr. Cake's Sharing Day

Carrot Cake bent over the counter, carefully putting on the finishing touches of icing onto some of Sugar Cube Corner's famous cupcakes. No customers had come in yet ... but they probably would soon. Sharing Day was always slow in the morning, but usually picked up later in the day when everypony worked up an appetite. He'd whipped up this batch especially for the occasion – a surprisingly delicious combination of cinnamon and chocolate. He liked to think that the unusual combination of flavors symbolized the many other ... unusual combinations that would be happening today. Would anypony understand and appreciate the artistic expression? Doubtful, but it still made him happy to do it.

He heard someone coming down the stairs, and from the springy noise rather than the thudding footsteps anyone else would make, he knew it would be Pinkie Pie.

When he glanced back over his shoulder, that confirmed it ... and he kept looking much longer than would be necessary to see who it was. Pinkie never walked anywhere. She always bounced ... and some parts of her bounced more than others. She wore a patterned white tank top so tight that her enormously soft titties bulged out from the top of ... and below that, a scandalously short blue skirt that ruffled out and made her hips seem even more ample than they really were.

“Hi, Mister Cake!” she said, moving with effortless energy around to the other side of the counter. She snatched up one of the special cupcakes and snarfed it down in one bite.

He didn't even mind. Even if he hadn't already been used to sacrificing some of every batch to Pinkie's appetite, the view into the deep valley between her jiggling pink breasts was more than enough to make up for it.

She licked her lips in a way that was quite excessive. “Mmm... That's a really interesting combination. Kinda makes me think about some other things that don't usually get to go together.”

His eyes darted up from her cleavage to her face. Had Pinkie of all ponies just understood the underlying meaning of his frosting flavoring choices?

“Like raspberry and orange... Ooh! Or apple espresso!”

... Or maybe it was just Pinkie being Pinkie. “You're not allowed to have anything caffeinated,” he reminded her. Some rules were in place for very good reasons.

“Oh! Or cupcakes with hot sauce! Have you tried that one? It's delicious!”

Rolling his eyes, he went back to his frosting. Handling two tubes at once to get the swirl just right was tricky, but he had plenty of practice.

But then Pinkie was right behind him, running her hands along his back. He flinched – he hadn't seen her move at all! The frosting splattered a little and the swirl pattern on this one was ruined.

Sighing, he picked up the now-defective cupcake and turned around, offering it to Pinkie. She might as well have it, rather than trying to wipe the icing off and start over.

Pinkie squeed with joy and wolfed this one down as well. But she kept close to him ... oddly and uncomfortably close. Her breasts were scarcely a finger-width away from his chest, and when he looked down at them – how could he not? – he could clearly see the protruding shapes of her big, puffy nipples through the tank top. He felt a kind of tingling sensation, just from the proximity.

She stared up into his eyes, biting her lip slightly. Very slowly and deliberately, she reached up and placed a delicate pink hand on his chest. “Say, Mister Cake ... do you know what day it is?”

He gulped. “Um... Friday?”

Her hand slid down his chest, over his abs. “It's Sharing Day.” That lovely little hand kept going down, and he was powerless to stop it ... even when it went all the way down and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants.

“P-pinkie, not here!” He gasped at the feeling. His hands came up in front of him ... whether to push Pinkie away or to grope her tits, he wasn't sure; he stopped before doing either. Pinkie was ... was like a daughter to him, almost.

She took a step away from him, which helped him cool off a tiny bit ... but only for a moment. “Why not?” she said, reaching under her skirt with both hands. With a surprisingly easy flick, she sent a skimpy pair of pink panties slipping down her thighs and onto the floor. She stepped out of them, and back toward him – this time, she came even closer, her pillowy chest pressing against him.

“But Pinkie...” He was at a loss to finish that sentence. How many times had she caught him staring at her the years she'd been working here? Truthfully, she reminded him of his wife, back when his wife had been young and supple, carrying her weight in all the right places and in just the right perky way. Pinkie was just like that now ... plump and jiggly, but without the ravages of time and child bearing.

She smiled her outrageously huge smile ... she must have known she had him because she simply turned around and leaned over against the opposite counter. She'd worn her tail underneath her skirt, and when she lifted that pink fluffiness, the hem of the skirt came up with it, rumpling up over her lower back.

Pinkie's ass was truly a work of art. No rump that big and jiggly had any right to be so shapely as well, but somehow Pinkie pulled it off. Maybe it was because her hips were wide enough to still leave a cute little gap between her massive thighs, maybe it was the roundness that must have come from the intense workout of bouncing everywhere she went ... or maybe it was the way her puffy pink pussy lips were squeezed between those two glorious cheeks, so smooth and already glistening wetly at him.

She looked back at him over her shoulder and wiggled her behind back and forth, her tail waving above it. “Come on, Mister Cake, don't you wanna put a bun in my oven?”

He knew he shouldn't ... but he found himself doing it anyway. His hands unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants without asking his brain's permission first; his pants and underwear were on the floor before he even realized what was going on ... and by then, his cock was swinging free and pointing straight out toward Pinkie, as if it was directing him and telling him where to go.

There was nothing for it but to give in. He took those fateful couple steps forward, just as his cock demanded, and reached down to get the tip of it lined up with Pinkie's pussy lips.

She was so soft down there, and the flattened head of his cock slipped so easily across her smooth wetness. And just as he got in in the perfect spot, Pinkie pushed back against him. Her pussy swallowed the tip of his cock effortlessly, enveloping him in a sudden warmth that made his knees tremble. “Pinkie!” he moaned.

“Mmm?” Looking back at him, she leaned away from the counter, her upper body rising up as her pussy slid smoothly down over his entire cock. She stopped when her ass was pressed tightly against his crotch and her back rested against his chest.

“I... I can't believe we're really ... really doing this. We... We shouldn't!”

She ground her hips side to side against him, making his cock move in gasp-inducing ways inside her. With one hand, she tugged the tight tank top up and over her well-endowed chest, and with the other, she grabbed one of his hands and placed it directly on her breast.

He grabbed and squeezed instinctively, his other hand soon coming up to join the first. Oh Goddess, her tits were so incredibly soft and luscious! And they were more than an ample handful each – so much more! He rolled them in his hands like warm, soft jelly, and he pinched her puffy nipples – somehow even pinker than the rest of her – between his fingers, delighting in the way her hot pussy squeezed down on him when he did.

When she craned her head back just the right way, he could just barely manage to kiss her.

She giggled and reached down between her legs, rubbing her own clit for a moment before moving on to cup Carrot Cake's balls. “They're even bigger than I thought they'd be,” she whispered. “No wonder Missus Cake ended up with twins...”

His cock twitched inside her at the sound of that, and she must have felt it.

It brought on another slight giggle, then a gentle squeeze of his balls. “Was it this much fun when you got her pregnant? Can you feel it when it happens inside you? I wanna find out what it's like!”

He froze. “What? Are you sure?”

Pinkie flopped her upper body back down against the counter, which sadly kept him from reaching her tits anymore. But her hand rubbed his ball sack in very encouraging ways while her pussy squeezed and pulsed around his entire length.

There was no point in considering the possible ramifications. This had already gone too far to be stopped, and he knew his body would do the rest without him, even if he didn't want it to. This was an autopilot program as old as life itself, and all he could do was to hang on and try to enjoy the ride.

His hands certainly found something to hang on to – Pinkie's sugary-soft hips. His fingers dug in deep around her plush sides as he pulled back and began to thrust inside her.

Pinkie was not a quiet lover. Even that first thrust elicited a passionate moan that half the neighborhood might have heard, and the girl gave herself over to it completely. Her head rested on the countertop – still strewn with powdered sugar from a previous recipe, and her tongue lolled out, drooling and dragging back and forth through the sweetness as his hips rammed into her from behind. One of her hands was still between her legs, no doubt intensifying her own pleasure. She was obviously in her own personal heaven already.

For that matter, so was he. Pinkie's pussy was tight and warm, and so soaked with juices that he could see a milky-white ring of their excess around the base of his cock every time he pulled back out a little. Her ample ass jiggled with every slap against it, and her steamy inner walls tightened and tightened as they massaged him, as if begging for that baby-making cum.

And for Pinkie, apparently, that was all it took. With one last shout of passion, her body went limp, except for the convulsions of her lower belly against his cock deep inside. A new flush of warm wetness splattered against his balls as Pinkie shuddered through her sudden orgasm.

He held still for a moment, both to avoid overloading Pinkie's senses and because he was suddenly the only thing holding up the weight of her lower body. He gripped her sides tighter, keeping her from slipping down off the countertop.

Slowly, Pinkie caught her breath. He'd never seen her look ... exhausted before, but it passed quickly. She looked back up at him. “Wowee... We should have tried this a long time ago!” A few more panted breaths. “You can keep going if you want.” Her tail rose even higher over her back. “Go all the way!”

That was all the encouragement he needed to get going again. A moment later, the slap of flesh on flesh echoed through Sugar Cube Corner's lobby again – the big crash of his hips against pinkie's rippling ass ... and the smaller pap-paps of his full-to-bursting balls against her clit and thighs.

His hands kneaded her plush hips, pushing her forward and pulling her back along with his rhythm. It was like he was jerking himself off a squeaky pink fuck toy ... only it was so much better. Just the idea of pumping his cum into her without any protection spells or potions, of seeing her young body swell with an almost-incestuous brood that should never have been...

“Oh Pinkie,” he cried out, “I'm gonna...”

Missus Cup Cake chose that quite inopportune moment to come in through the back door of the shop. She stopped and stared at the debauched scene in front of her.

Carrot Cake stopped as well, freezing in place as his eyes met his wife's. Sharing Day or no, this was something she shouldn't have had to see. But Pinkie didn't let things stop. She took charge, holding the edge of the counter so she could bounce her ass up and down on his unmoving cock, which began to flare deep inside of her.

After a moment, though, Cup Cake smiled. She walked over to the two of them, still with that sly little grin on her face, and came close enough to kiss her husband on the cheek. “Happy Sharing Day, honey.”

When she turned and sauntered off into the back room, Carrot Cake couldn't look at anything but the way his wife's hips rolled and swayed back and forth. He remembered now when they'd first gotten married, the spell those hips had put him under time and time again. His hands tightened around Pinkie's sides. That apron Cup Cake was wearing... She'd come on to him one time, wearing that apron ... and nothing else. That might have actually been the time that—

With a deep groan, Carrot Cake came inside of Pinkie Pie, and he came hard. Pinkie couldn't even squeal at the sensation of his cum gushing into her fertile womb – she just gasped and shivered in place as his flare mated perfectly against her deepest barrier and his entire shaft pulsed with surge after surge of hot cream straight into the center of her pie.

He kept himself hilted to the very limit, trembling in place, as he filled Pinkie to the brim. As he impregnated her. They say that a woman knows when it happens ... this time, even he could tell it what was happening. There was no doubt that Pinkie happened to be fertile at the moment, that this lake of cum pouring into her womb would take.

Even though he'd already given her more than enough, even though this was already one of the most prolific orgasms he'd ever had, his body strained and pushed for more. The thick pulses came less often now, but they were just as heavy and full of life, churning into a tiny cavity already ballooned full of potent cum. The excess warmth and slick, sticky cream spread out down between his cock and her inner walls, coating every inch of her on the inside until they finally found escape and spurted out around the base of his cock, dribbling down her thighs.

Only then did his orgasm finally stop, allowing both of them to catch their breaths.

“Mmm,” Pinkie moaned as the liquid warmth spread through her. “I hope I get twins, just like you gave Missus Cake!” She shuddered as one last pulse of cum dripped into her. “Ooh, or maybe triplets! Are identical triplets a real thing? I think that would be fun fun fun! That's three times the fun!” She giggled.

Carrot Cake was just now beginning to realize who he'd just fucked. Who he'd just impregnated. One Pinkie was more than a handful on her own ... what would happen when there were two, one of them a toddler? Or, Goddess help him, four Pinkies, if she got her wish for triplets.

There wasn't much time to ponder the ramifications of that, though. The bell on the front door jingled.

In a blind panic, he instantly jumped around to the counter, smoothing down his shirt. Anything below his waist wouldn’t be visible, so he might be able to get away with it?

Pinkie did her part, slipping down behind the counter just as quickly.

And good thing, too. The first customer of the day was none other than Princess Twilight Sparkle.

She looked quite a bit more ... flustered than normal. Her mane wasn't quite as neat and tidy as it usually was, her blouse looked a bit wrinkled, and there was a suspicious stain on her cute little schoolgirl skirt. Not that her usual schoolgirl look seemed entirely appropriate for her anymore. She'd really filled out ever since becoming an alicorn, and even seemed to have gotten a good deal taller. If it weren't for that outfit, she might be rather intimidating. Beautiful and scary at the same time.

Of course, there was good reason for him to be scared. She was a princess, with direct jurisdiction over Ponyville, and she'd just come very close to witnessing a serious health code violation.

Before the Princess even made it to the counter, Pinkie made her way underneath it and in front of him. His eyes went wide when he felt her silky tongue slide up the length of his dangling, wet cock.

He spared a moment to glare down at her.

“It's okay,” she said in a too-loud whisper. “She won't notice, and besides, I can't let my baby-daddy go all day with a dirty dick!” She licked it again, then slurped the head of it entirely into her mouth.

Carrot Cake shuddered and tried to ignore her. He couldn't risk an argument about it – the Princess would surely hear them.

Instead, he gave her the most nonchalant smile he could manage ... which wasn't very good, but it must have been passable, because she smiled in return. He hoped Pinkie's slurping down there wouldn't get much louder. “Welcome, Princ— I mean, Twilight.”

Her smile grew. She'd begged them not to call her 'Princess' in the past, and she seemed pleased that he remembered.

“What can I get you today? We have a special on...” He gasped slightly as Pinkie took his length – all of his length – down her surprisingly accommodating throat. “... On chocolate and cinnamon cupcakes.”

“Hm... No. He hates cinnamon.” She looked carefully around the display case.

Carrot Cake noticed, to his horror and arousal, that the top buttons on the Princess's blouse weren't fastened properly. As she leaned down, the last half-fastened button gave way, giving him a glimpse of lavender cleavage. It was abundantly clear that the Princess hadn't worn any sort of bra. Not that she needed to. Those firm, perky breasts obviously didn't need any support whatsoever.

The view was having an effect on him, not to mention the soft caresses of Pinkie's throat. Pinkie herself certainly felt that effect. She began enthusiastically bobbing her head on his shaft, and one of her hands came up to massage his well-spent balls into producing another load for her.

“I'm looking for something sweet and easy to eat... The kind of thing that might help a tired stallion recover his stamina after he expended himself.” She blushed slightly. “Several times.”

“Um...” He tried to think through the haze of half-fulfilled lust clouding his mind. “Maybe the red velvet cake? We've been trying a new, even richer recipe for it...” Oh Goddess, how was Pinkie even capable of taking a fully erect, full-grown stallion in her mouth all the way to the sheath? The way her mouth worked was a mystery ... but it was a mystery that his cock was having an incredibly good time exploring.

The Princess picked up the red velvet cake on its platter, sitting it on top of the countertop and examining it critically.

He did his best to not breathe too heavily as he felt himself beginning to flare again already. Surely that would make Pinkie gag and sputter...? But it didn't. She kept going down on him like there was no tomorrow. Well, she wouldn't be able to do that tomorrow, actually...

Holding a finger just above the buttercream icing, the Princess looked up at him. “Do you, um, mind if I get a little sample?”

Pinkie's tongue came out and replaced her hand in massaging his balls. Every inch of him was enveloped in her warm, wet passionate fellatio, and it was driving him to levels of pleasure he'd never imagined before. He didn't trust himself to speak without moaning, so he just nodded. His knuckles were going white as he gripped the edge of the countertop.

His mouth fell open as he watched the Princess dip her fingertip into the icing, collecting a thick white dollop and bringing it up to her mouth. She licked it gently, sliding it over her suddenly-present pink tongue and even dragging it over her purple-painted lower lip for a moment.

When she stuck her finger entirely inside her mouth and sucked the white icing off completely, her delicate little lips pursed around the width of her finger, Carrot Cake couldn't hold it in any longer. With a suppressed groan, he let loose, pumping a second load into Pinkie Pie ... this time straight down her throat.

The Princess pulled her finger mostly out of her mouth and looked at him; her slightly damp fingertip resting against her lips. “Are you okay, Mister Cake?”

He struggled to keep a straight face as his cock throbbed inside Pinkie under the counter. Pinkie didn't need to swallow anything – his cock pumped it right down her throat for her. “Just a bit of ... indigestion,” he managed to squeak out. “I'll be... I'll be fine.”

“Hm... You haven't seen Princess Cadance around, have you?” Princess Twilight glanced around as if the other princess might be hiding in the shop somewhere. “Oh, I suppose not. Thank you for the cake, though.” She shrugged, placed five bits down on the counter, and took her cake out toward the door.

Carrot Cake watched her go, with a pleasure that wasn't due only to dribbling a last few spurts down Pinkie Pie's esophagus – the Princess had nothing like Pinkie's plump thickness, but her incredibly toned thighs disappearing up into that skirt that bounced and swayed as she walked ... it all suggested a tight and perky ass to die for. Her tail swished as she opened the door and stepped out, and he found himself hoping a gust of wind would lift her skirt. For some reason, he was suddenly overcome with curiosity about what kind of panties she might be wearing under that little ruffled skirt.

He mentally kicked himself as Pinkie pulled his cock out of her mouth and kissed the last little dab of cum off his tip. If Pinkie was too young for him, the Princess was as well – and she was off limits for a hundred other reasons, too. Just what kind of sex fiend was he becoming all the sudden?

Pinkie stood up, wiping her lips and grinning at him. “Twiley's really hot now that she's got her wings, isn't she?” Her skirt had fallen back down to cover her down there, but her tank-top was still pulled up and over her protrudingly round breasts.

He reached out and grabbed them without thinking about it, playing with their luscious softness in a way that made Pinkie giggle and bite her lip a little. She arched her back to thrust her tits out for him and wiggled a little, making them shake in his hands.

Missus Cake came out from the back room again, and he whipped his hands away from Pinkie's chest. His wife was carrying her purse, and she wore more makeup than usual.

But Missus Cake actually picked up his hands and placed them back on Pinkie's tits herself when she came over, kissing her husband on the cheek as she did. “It's Sharing Day, dear. Don't be ashamed.”

He squeezed Pinkie's boobs in an absent, distracted way. “You're... You aren't mad, are you?”

Missus Cake grinned and rolled her eyes. “Of course not – it wouldn’t be in the spirit of the holiday. Now, do you and Pinkie mind watching the shop for the rest of the day? I'm going out.”

“Uh...” He squeezed Pinkie's tits again. “Sure.”

“Try not to put a cream filling into anything that shouldn't have one,” she said as she left the shop, the front door's bell ringing behind her.

Carrot Cake looked down toward Pinkie's skirt, the motions of his hands slowing. Too late for that. Too late for that.

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Chapter 4 - Sugar Belle's Sharing Day

“Try not to put a cream filling into anything that shouldn't have one,” Cup Cake told her husband on her way out of their bakery ... even though she was fairly sure he already had. Pinkie Pie was insatiable in all things, after all, and the two of them had been down here for a while already.

The bell on the door jingled as she stepped out. It wasn't as if she could really blame him – even besides the holiday spirit, what stallion could resist someone as vivacious as Pinkie? Even though Cup Cake considered herself entirely straight, she had to admit that there were times she'd been tempted to—

“Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way? I'll just...” A young pink and purple mare stepped to the side, then the other side, back and forth as Cup Cake kept mistakenly matching her paces.

The awkward dance finally ended when Cup Cake resolved to simply stand still and let the younger mare get out of the way on her own. She was about to continue on her way to ... to anywhere she couldn't hear her husband screwing the hired help, but something about the way the other mare looked down and backed against the bakery wall made her pause. The girl wasn't one of the locals, but Cup Cake thought she'd seen her around once or twice before, maybe even once in Sugar Cube Corner itself. She paused and turned toward her. “I'm sorry, dearie, what's your name?”

The girl crossed her arms over her chest – an impressive feat given her bust line – and looked away as she answered, “I'm, um, Sugar Belle.” She sidled up to the wall of the bakery and seemed determined to melt into the wall and become invisible ... and that seemed to be the extent of the information she felt like volunteering.

But somehow, Cup Cake saw a lot of herself in the other mare, and she could tell that something was wrong. Very wrong. “Tell me, Sugar Belle, is there something bothering you?”

She didn't answer, but the way she pursed her lips tighter told Cup Cake everything she needed to know.

“Do you feel like talking about it? We could—” a clatter came from the bakery inside, and then the sound of Pinkie Pie squeaking like a squeezed rubber ducky “We could walk somewhere, and have a little chat. That always tends to cheer me up when there's...” She glanced back toward the bakery's door. “When there's something that upsets me.”

Sugar Belle gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. One so small that Cup Cake wasn't sure if she might have missed it entirely, but the younger mare did follow her when she started walking down the street.

Cup Cake waited until they'd passed out of sight and hearing of Sugar Cube Corner, giving both herself and the girl a little time to cool down and relax. Only after turning the first corner did she say anything to Sugar Belle. “So ... I can only assume it has something to do with what day it is today?”

“Yes,” Sugar Belle said, trailing off to a sigh at the end.

“Of course it does, Dearie.” Cup Cake nodded. “You're not the only mare who feels that way.”

“No, no! I'm not jealous or anything!”

Cup Cake kept a straight face as best she could. “Of course not.”

But Sugar Belle took hold of her arm, stopping both of them in the middle of the street. “Really! I wouldn't spoil the holiday that way! It's just... I didn't realize it was today.”

That elicited a tight laugh out of Cup Cake, before she could stop herself. When Sugar Belle stared at her reproachfully, she took a deep breath and forced herself to take it seriously. “So ... you're upset that you're missing your chance at some stallion or other, then?”

“No! That's not it at all!” She stomped off, forcing Cup Cake to hurry after her.

“I'm sorry, dearie. I should have known better.” She huffed and puffed a little at the pace the younger girl was setting. “Please – I didn't mean to laugh at you.”

Sugar Belle slowed back to a more normal walking pace. “It's...” She shook her head. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Well, of course I won't understand if you won't tell me.” Laying her arm on the girl's shoulders in an almost motherly way, she came in a little closer. “But come on... I promise you'll feel better if you talk about it.”

Slowing her pace even more, Sugar Belle glanced over at her, looked away, then looked back again. “It's ... about Big Mac.”

Big Macintosh? Wait – was she that Sugar Belle? Cup Cake had heard about her, she now remembered. For a few days after one of her adventures, Pinkie Pie hadn't been able to shut up about... Cup Cake blinked the thoughts away. She didn't want to think about Pinkie. That might lead to thoughts about what Pinkie was doing right now ... or, rather, who was doing her right now. But what mattered was... “Big Macintosh and you are special someponies, aren't you? You're worried he might be with some other mare?”

“No, no! I'm sure he wouldn’t!” Sugar Belle sank down and looked away again. “I mean, I think he wouldn't. I'm not blaming him if he does, but I don't think he would.”

“So ... everything is fine?”

“But he's such a handsome stallion, so big, so strong, so ... well endowed.” Biting her lips, Sugar Belle glanced back up at Cup Cake as if expecting a reproach for that last part. Of course, none came. Eventually, she continued, “He must have mares throwing themselves at him by the dozen! I... I don't really mind, of course. That's what Sharing Day is all about. It's just, you know, I don't want to see it.”

Cup Cake – unwillingly – thought back to what she'd just seen in the bakery, the image of her husband fondling Pinkie Pie's enviably perky breasts. “Yes ... I understand what you mean.”

The two of them walked together in silence for some time, side by side ... but Cup Cake could tell that the girl was getting a bit more comfortable.

As they walked, they passed a group of four mares, all of them glancing back and forth at each other, blushing and giggling like school fillies in the first day of sex ed class. Lyra and Octavia; Vinyl Scratch and Bon Bon. All of them had a spring in their step that suggested fun times ahead ... and it made Cup Cake think.

“You know,” she said as the thought came to her, “Sharing Day isn't just for stallions...”

Sugar Belle looked up as if startled by those words. “Huh?”

“There's nothing stopping us mares from having a little fun, if we're getting a little bored.”

“I suppose.” Shrugging, Sugar Belle returned to her somewhat morose walking. “I don't really have anypony else right now, though.”

Cup Cake wrapped her arm around the younger girl again, but this time around her waist, squeezing her tight like a naughty friend. “I'm in the same boat, honey. But surely a fine pair of mares like us can find a stallion or two if we work together, right?”

“You ... really think we should do that?”

“Sugar Belle, are you ready to go on a lonely mares' quest with me?”

The young girl stood still for a long while, nothing moving but her dress and frilly apron blowing slightly in the breeze. Finally, she nodded. “Let's do it!” That was immediately followed by another long hesitation, though. “But ... I don't even know where to start...”

Cup Cake glanced over at where most of the wind was coming from on this still day – the front display of Mister Breezy's fan shop. “Oh... I think I have an idea.”

When the two of them stepped into the noisy shop, though, they didn't find Mister Breezy. Instead, a bored-looking mare reclined against the counter, staring at them with disinterested eyes. Missus Breezy, his wife. Cup Cake knew she didn't get out much, but she'd been known to cover the shop from time to time when her husband was off on business. Her mane had a way of always looking wind-blown, whether it really was or not. Of course, right now, it very much was.

Sugar Belle glanced over at Cup Cake with no small amount of confusion in her eyes.

Cup Cake sighed. “So, ah... Mister Breezy isn't in today?”

The mare's gaze became even colder and more dismissive. “I'm afraid you've come in too late. He's already gone off on ... other business today.”

A long moment of silence followed, until Cup Cake finally ended it with, “Oh... Okay then. Nice seeing, you!”

After they hurriedly exited the shop to escape the mare's judging eyes, Sugar Belle looked over at Cup Cake imploringly. “That ... that can't be it, can it?”

“No, no. Of course not. We're not giving up that easily.” Cup Cake quickly scanned her eyes over the other surrounding shops, doing her own form of window shopping ... until she finally spotted something promising in the Jeweler’s shop. There was the jeweler, Karat, on one side of the counter, and at the other side – fidgeting over the different rings he was offered – Caramel. Not just one, but two fine local stallions. All she needed was a plan on how to seduce them. She glanced over at Sugar Belle ... or more precisely, at Sugar Belle's enormously well-endowed chest. Yes, that would do. That would do perfectly. Sometimes, the simplest plans were the best.

Sugar Belle must have caught her looking, because she returned the look with a very dubious, questioning glance.

Cup Cake looked meaningfully at the Jeweler's shop window, her eyebrows wagging suggestively.

“Them?” Sugar Belle asked. But she obviously already knew what Cup Cake meant. “They, um... They look nice and all, but what do we do? We can't just go in there and blatantly ask them for sex.”

Cup Cake just smiled at her. “Sure we can, honey. Just come with me, look pretty, and follow my lead.”

As the two of them stepped inside, a bell rang, just like the one on Sugar Cube Corner's front door. For a brief moment, Cup Cake wondered if the jeweler had gotten it from the same place she got her own shop's bell. But no, no getting distracted now. She had a much more pressing matter to attend to...

Both stallions looked up at them. Karat nodded in a professional way. “Ah, good to see you, Missus Cake. Can I get you ladies anything?”

Grinning now, Cup Cake placed her hand on her generous hip and struck a pose. “You bet you can. We'd like a nice fucking – both of us.” She looked meaningfully at Caramel.

Caramel just stood and stared, his jaw dropping open. The ring he'd been holding dropped as well, rattling down on the glass countertop.

Karat managed to be a bit more vocal. “I'm, um... I'm not sure if—”

This wasn't going perfectly, not yet, but Cup Cake knew she had a secret weapon. She quickly stepped behind Sugar Belle, whipped off the laces holding the back of her dress together, and pulled it down over the girl's shoulders before she could react. Sugar Belle's enormous tits spilled out, jiggling free. Cup Cake smirked as she saw both stallions' eyes locked onto them. “Come on, boys. You can spare a little time for us, can't you?”

Both stallions glanced at each other, looked back, and nodded dumbly. Their eyes were open comically wide. Sugar Belle grabbed the top of her dress and yanked it back into place, holding it with her hands. She blushed furiously, including – Cup Cake noticed – the upper curves of her chest reddening to an even deeper pink.

Cup Cake reached behind herself and spun the 'Open' sign around to 'Closed'. It wouldn't do to have any interruptions. And despite the way Sugar Belle was still holding the front of her dress firmly against her abundant chest, the girl didn't resist at all as Cup Cake led her over to the two stallions.

By the time she got to them, Karat had already come out from behind the counter and the two of them stood side by side, staring at the girls ... mostly at Sugar Belle, she noticed with a slight twinge of jealousy. Still, who could blame them?

Sugar Belle held back a little, but Cup Cake walked right up in between the two stallions. She grabbed Caramel by the muzzle, turned his head toward hers, and kissed him. It took only a moment for him to overcome the shock and deepen the kiss. But she separated soon, her hands wandering over Caramel's firm body as she looked over at Karat, who didn't need any more prompting than that to lean over and kiss her as well. One of his hands found its way to grab Cup Cake's plump rear, massaging and squeezing her cheeks through the thin pants she wore.

Her hands worked fervently at the buttons of Karat's shirt, while Caramel slipped his own off without prompting. Cup Cake finished with the buttons, then ran her hands up and down both chests at once, even as Caramel's hands found their way underneath her blouse. To help him, she practically tore her own blouse off, probably losing a button or two in the process. Both stallions gasped as they saw her bra-clad boobs for the first time... Not quite as insanely impressive as Sugar Belle's, but still quite big. She'd keep them in her bra for now, though. She was a bit self-conscious about how far they'd drop if she let them free. Not that the stallions seemed to mind. Their hands were all over her. She let out her first little moan as she felt someone's hand – she wasn't even sure whose – cup her pussy through her pants and begin rubbing there. In turn, she grabbed both of their bulges at once. Oh my, she thought. She'd forgotten, ever since her culinary school days, how good a couple handfuls of stallion meat could feel.

Slowly, tentatively, Sugar Belle was making her way over to Caramel's side. To his credit, the stallion didn't immediately grab for her and scare her off. He just gave her that look – the kind of look that can turn a mare's legs to jelly, the look that says, 'Yes, I'll have some of that.'

Cup Cake knew it was time for her to get out of Sugar Belle's way ... and that was fine. Let the younger girl play and make out with these stallions a little. Cup Cake herself had a more direct approach in mind. Her hands still full of their warm – and rapidly growing – bulges, she slowly sank down to her knees in front of the two of them ... and she started working on belt buckles and zippers.

Caramel tried to kiss Sugar Belle, but she was still being coy. She turned her face to the side at the last moment, letting him kiss her cheek instead of her lips. As she moved, the front of her dress shifted, exposing more than half of one breast, which she didn't seem to notice ... but both stallions did. They gawked, each of them getting an eyeful, and Cup Cake felt the inevitable reaction inside each of their pants.

Pants which Cup Cake now pulled down, leaving both stallions in just their underwear. Karat's thick tip already poked up above his waistband, but Caramel's had been growing down along the leg of his boxers. She looked up at Sugar Belle, who was beginning to pull away from Caramel. “What's wrong?”

Sugar Belle stopped, but also fixed her dress back up to cover herself again. “I... I've never really been with anyone besides Big Mac.” She glanced down, back and forth between the two obvious outlines of barely-hidden cocks.

“Well, you're in for a treat, because that's what Sharing Day is for!” Cup Cake pulled down both sets of underwear, releasing those almost-hard cocks to flop out and swing in the air in front of her. She held one in each hand, then brought them up close together, kissing each one on the flattened tip. “Come on and give it a try. They won't bite.”

She hesitated for a long moment, but eventually Sugar Belle reached out with both hands, letting the front of her dress fall free.

Cup Cake took Sugar Belle's hands in hers, guiding her touch along the shafts of both cocks at once, gently stroking them with the other mare's fingers. “They feel nice, don't they?”

Both cocks were throbbing harder and harder, quickly becoming completely erect under Sugar Belle's touch, with both stallions staring at the young mare's bountiful chest. Sugar Belle nodded slightly. “Mm-hm.”

Finally, Caramel couldn't hold himself back any longer. He reached out desperately and grabbed Sugar Belle's voluptuous tits, sinking his fingers into their perky softness. They positively dwarfed his hands, like a baby trying to hold a fluffy pink watermelon. He shuddered, and Cup Cake felt his cock pulse to complete hardness. “Oh Goddess,” he said. “They're so... Ungh!”

That last bit was because Cup Cake had taken the tip of his cock into her mouth, just to enhance the experience. She quickly pulled off of him and lined herself up with Karat's instead, but didn't wrap her lips around his just yet. “Caramel,” she said, “now that you've had a turn with her chest, why don't you let Karat here have a try ... and in the meantime, help her out of the rest of that dress.”

Nopony questioned her instructions in the slightest. As Caramel went about shuffling the rest of the dress off of Sugar Belle's hips, Karat reached out reverently and had his own magnificent experience with her tits. Of course, Cup Cake saw fit to enhance his experience as well, plopping the fat tip of his cock into her mouth at just the moment he first made contact with the girl's blessed pair. He moaned, loudly and enthusiastically, teasing Cup Cake into taking him even deeper, a little bit into her throat even, though it made her feel a bit like she was going to gag. He was so thick. She let Sugar Belle's hands free to stroke what they wanted and used her own hands to reach out and fondle two lovely sets of balls, both of them bulging and full, so smooth, so firm, so round.

By the time Cup Cake switched to sucking Caramel's cock again, Sugar Belle was completely nude, having lost her panties around the same time as her dress fell down around her ankles. The young mare moaned as Caramel's finger slipped up inside her pussy, probing and stroking her there ... or maybe she moaned because of the way Karat rolled her breasts up and down, pinching the delicate little nipples that hid within her broad aureoles.

Switching frequently and wantonly between the two lovely cocks in front of her – Caramel's longer and narrower, Karats fatter and bulkier – Cup Cake slathered her tongue up and down both shafts, wishing she could have all of them at once, but having to content herself with only as much hard-yet-supple cock as she could get in her mouth at any one time, the contours and veins of them rippling over her lips as she slid up and down each, making them more and more slippery. There was just so much maleness for her to luxuriate in! She hadn't let herself completely slut out like this in ages, and she'd nearly forgotten how much fun it could be.

When she switched from Karat to Caramel one more time, though, this time shoving herself down on his tip until it slid into her throat and made her cough as she cradled his balls in one hand each, Karat stepped away. Cup Cake was dumbfounded for a moment that he'd voluntarily leave such treatment as she was giving him ... until she noticed him coming up behind Sugar Belle.

And Sugar Belle didn't seem to mind at all. Her hands still stroked the base of Caramel's cock where Cup Cake's mouth couldn't reach, but the way she arched her back, sticking her butt out and lifting her tail as she looked back at Karat ... that was an unmistakeable signal, one that Karat instantly picked up on.

He wasted no time, lining his spit-slick tip up with her pussy lips before Caramel even managed to get his fingers out of the way. And as soon as Caramel pulled away, he pressed right in.

Sugar Belle gave a sharp little gasp as his thick shaft spread her pussy lips open wide, but she also pressed back against him, wiggling her surprisingly narrow hips back toward him and sliding herself down over more of his cock. Anyone would think a girl like her would have trouble with Karat's girth, but she took it like a champ ... like it wasn't anything at all unusual for her.

Before seeing her naked, Cup Cake would never have thought Sugar Belle was so thin under that voluminous dress of hers ... that overflowing bust line gave the impression of a thick, maybe even chubby girl, but she was actually fairly thin and plain besides her enormous breasts. Cup Cake wished she could have that, some miraculous quirk of genetics that made all her weight accumulate in her breasts, without even making them sag. Oh well. Can't have everything.

Better to focus on what she did have – and what she did have was a very nice, very long, and elegantly curved horse cock in her mouth, another girl's hands stroking up and down the shaft as Cup Cake herself cupped those firm, heavy balls as if they were the most precious things she'd ever held. Not a bad thing to have. And in fact, as Karat slowly worked his way toward hilting his fat cock inside Sugar Belle, Cup Cake had a very good idea of what she might do with what she had...

Just for fun, though, she reached out and touched the base of Karat's cock, tracing it up to where it was slowly disappearing between Sugar Belle's tight-stretched pussy lips. So hard ... so warm. She could feel his heartbeat in the pulsing veins along his base ... right up until he shoved it – all of it – inside Sugar Belle in one last thrust, leaving Cup Cake to hold his balls instead. Not that she minded. They were so sexy, so virile like that, swinging down between Sugar Belle's legs as the young mare was filled with his cock.

Cup Cake couldn’t take it anymore – she needed a cock like that inside her own pussy, and she needed it now. Having Caramel in her mouth wasn't good enough anymore.

She quickly rose back up, unbuttoned her pants, and yanked them down along with her panties. As she pulled them down to the floor, she turned and presented herself to Caramel, lifting her tail high above her back and showing him everything.

He got the message, and she didn't have to ask twice. Before she could even rise back up from pulling her pants down, she felt Caramel's hot, slippery tip on her pussy lips, thanks to a little help from Sugar Belle's hands. She jiggled her ass for him a little, knowing that while she wasn't quite as firm and toned as she once was, that rippling softness held the key to certain stallions' hearts. It sure seemed to work on Caramel. He slapped her ass once – fairly gently, but enough to send ripples bouncing back and forth over her generous curves – before pressing forward with one eager thrust that sank him inside her to the hilt.

She gasped and cried out squeakily – she hadn't been taken like that ever before. It was marvelous! He didn't even give her a moment to adjust before pulling back and slamming into her again. If it weren't for her own spit slickening his shaft, it might have hurt to accommodate his length so suddenly, but thanks to that it just felt wonderful. She was finally full again, with a strong, handsome stallion pounding away at her from behind.

And it didn't hurt that Sugar Belle's gigantic tits were bouncing right in front of Cup Cake's face as Karat fucked the younger mare. Once she'd managed to catch her breath after Caramel's rough entry and hard use, Cup Cake reached up in front of her and finally allowed herself to touch those magnificent pink globes. So soft, so supple, and so delightfully big! Cup Cake had never touched another mare like this, but Sugar Belle's bosom was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of opportunity, and Cup Cake didn't regret it in the least. And maybe it was only because she was currently being slammed full of stallion cock, but she definitely felt the tingle of sexual desire run through her as she held and explored those massive, shapely curves.

“Goodness, honey,” Cup Cake said, mesmerized by the way her hands could completely disappear under the huge overhang of Sugar Belle's tits as she attempted to hold them up. “You're a miracle, did you know that? Big Macintosh is the luckiest stallion in the world.”

Sugar Belle just blushed an even deeper pink and giggled slightly – a giggle that turned into a gasp as Karat pressed himself extra-deep inside her.

Reaching out from behind Cup Cake, Caramel took a couple handfuls of Sugar Belle's breasts for himself. That didn't mean Cup Cake had to stop – there was plenty to go around for both of them; two sets of hands had room to spare as they shared their enormous bounty. “You've got that right,” he said. “I wish my special somepony had even half as much...”

“I don't know,” Karat said. The only one among them not staring at Sugar Belle's tits, he was staring at the ripples that ran through Cup Cake's ass after every last one of Caramel's quick thrusts. “Missus Cake sure seems to have an awfully amazing ass...”

The two stallions looked up at each other, glanced down at their respective mares, then at each other's mares... When they looked back up at each other, Cup Cake could already tell what unspoken messages were flying between the two of them.

So, unlike Sugar Belle, Cup Cake wasn't surprised at all when both stallions pulled out at once. They hurried to switch places, actually high-fiving each other as they passed by.

Stallions, Cup Cake thought. They probably think they're taking advantage of us, don't they? As if they're some kind of super-studs who can have any mares they want... But it's Sugar Belle and I who came in here and took exactly what we wanted...

Karat was completely unsubtle. He simply came around behind Cup Cake, slapped her on the ass much harder than Caramel had, and thrust his thick cock right into her. It was a bit of a tight fit, but slick as it was with Sugar Belle's juices, it slid right in. “Oh yeah,” he said, “That's the stuff.” He gave her a couple quick – but very deep – thrusts. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this...”

Wait, he had? That was news to Cup Cake. Very interesting news. Maybe she'd come here next year as well... He sure knew how to fill a mare with that girthy shaft of his. It made her feel like a little filly again, wrapped tightly around his cock like a sex toy.

Caramel, though, took his time in arranging things. Instead of just coming up behind Sugar Belle, he slipped in between her and Cup Cake – giving Cup Cake a prime opportunity to grope his tawny ass for a moment – and he kissed the young mare softly and sensuously. Of course, that was hardly all they did. Sugar Belle's hands were all over his cock, and Caramel's hands explored the expansive curves of Sugar Belle's tits.

He led her backward until his ass bumped – quite conveniently – up upon the only countertop in the store that was solid wood rather than glass. Once there, he lifted the young mare up onto his lap, where she straddled him, fumbled his cock into place briefly, then luxuriantly sank down on him, letting his slim length glide easily up inside her. His hands squeezed her breasts together as he nuzzled in between them, cuddling up to them before taking one nipple between his lips and making her gasp in a new way.

Karat wasn't content to just stand and fuck Cup Cake, though. With every firm, heavy thrust, he pushed her a little closer to where the other two were, eventually bending her over the glass counter next to the other two, her face inches from Sugar Belle's cutie mark.

A small part of Cup Cake's mind was fascinated with that cutie mark – a cupcake, quite similar to the three on her own thighs – but only a small part. Much more important was the thick cock sliding in and out of her, rippling over her pussy lips in a way that made her tingle all over. Karat reached out and unhooked her bra straps, and she let him, no longer caring about her own insecurities. It wasn't as if they were about to stop what they were doing now after all, not after coming this far. He pulled the bra out from between the countertop and her tits, letting them press directly against the glass.

She'd never realized just how warm these jewelry cabinets were ... the lights inside heated the glass to an almost uncomfortable degree. But Karat seemed to appreciate the way her soft tits squished out against the glass. He lovingly stroked his hands around the outermost edges of them, so Cup Cake resolved not to worry about it and just focus on taking his cock. And ... hopefully his load, too.

Yes... Maybe it was just the heat of the display cabinet, but she felt a warmth spreading around inside her, a fertile kind of warmth. And if – as she suspected – Pinkie was going to end up pregnant by her husband, maybe she'd have her own little fun, getting pregnant from another stallion. It would serve him right ... and it would give Cup Cake a warm and fuzzy feeling all throughout the pregnancy. It would make watching the swelling of Pinkie's belly bearable.

Oh yes, she resolved, I'm going to have him finish inside, and I'm going to be a mother again.

Oh yes... Oh yes! Why did that suddenly make Karat's thick cock feel so much hotter inside her? He must have felt it, too. His thrusts grew faster, harder. His balls bump-bump-bumped against her clit. His hands gripped her ass, digging deep. And she came. For the first time in years, she orgasmed just from having a cock inside her. Her pussy clenched down and convulsed around his still-moving cock, squirting her love-juices all over his balls and thighs and not caring at all except for how amazing it felt.

By the time she came back to herself and could do something other than lie quivering against the warm glass countertop, the dominant sound in the room was Sugar Belle's high-pitched moans. The girl was rocking her hips perfectly back and forth on Caramel's lap, and his cock – hidden deep inside her the whole time – was nowhere to be seen ... except the slight bulge every once in a while on her slim belly.

Even as Karat kept rutting her nearly senseless, Cup Cake felt a strong irrational desire to kiss that bulge. And, being as close as she was, she bent sideways and did kiss it – nice and firmly – the next time Caramel's cock went deep.

“Oh Goddess,” Caramel groaned, taking his mouth off of Sugar Belle's nipple for a moment. “I felt that!”

When Caramel went back to suckling Sugar Belle's breast as she rode him, Cup Cake found herself feeling a bit of envy about that. Nothing that a little adjustment couldn't fix, though. She lifted herself off the counter with her hands, craned her neck just the right way, and managed to get Sugar Belle's other nipple between her lips. Karat couldn't get quite as deep in this position, but it was worth it.

And Karat seemed to appreciate it as well. His rhythm slowed as he savored the feeling of her inner walls stretched around his cock. With one hand he fondled Cup Cake's dangling tits, and with his other, he held Sugar Belle's breast, holding it in a more convenient position and sort of feeding it to Cup Cake. She slurped and teased it eagerly, earning a growing crescendo of moans from Sugar Belle.

The young mare gasped in deep breaths, eventually blurting out, “More! I need more!”

Caramel was already giving her everything he could ... which left it up to Cup Cake. She slipped down from Sugar Belle's nipple and let her head wedge in between the young mare's undulating hips and Caramel's firmly tensed abs. Both of them seemed to know what she was after and leaned back as they moved, giving her just enough space...

Yes! Pressed tightly in between the two of them as Karat pounded her from behind, Cup Cake could just barely get her tongue on Sugar Belle's needy clit. She licked and flicked it as if she'd been doing things like this her whole life, even though she'd never had such mare parts in her mouth before. Maybe she didn't know all the fancy techniques, but her enthusiasm seemed to be paying dividends.

Sugar Belle grabbed Cup Cake's mane, shoving her down until she could get her tongue and her lips on the girl's clit. Sugar Belle's rocking motions became shorter and faster, devolving in to quick little twitches back and forth as she finally got what she needed to reach her climax. “Yes!” she gasped out between her squeaky moans. “Yes! Give it to me, Big Mac!”

Even as she cried out her special somepony's name, Sugar Belle clutched Cup Cake tightly against her pussy and Caramel tightly against her chest. Her hips stood still and trembled, her belly convulsing as her body milked Caramel's cock and seeped out a new flavor that Cup Cake had never tasted before. Everypony noticed whose name she called out, but nopony said anything.

And the bulge in Sugar Belle's belly grew, becoming a permanent fixture as Caramel's cock flared wide deep inside her. “Unh... That's so hot...” Caramel moaned out. “I'm gonna...”

That broke Sugar Belle out of her orgasmic reverie. “No! Not inside! I want my first foal to be Big Mac's!” She practically leapt off of Caramel's cock, letting it plop out and wave in the air right next to Cup Cake's face.

Cup Cake did the only sensible thing and planted her mouth against the glistening-wet shaft of it. With her hand, she beckoned Sugar Belle to join her. The young mare had earned Caramel's load after all – she should be the one to enjoy it.

And to her credit, Sugar Belle didn't hesitate. She planted her lips right against the immensely broad flare at Caramel's tip, gazing up into his eyes in a way that practically begged him to fill her mouth with cream. Only ... she didn't stop there. Cup Cake watched in amazement as the young mare somehow managed to squeeze Caramel's flare between her lips and then even deeper. Her neck bulged obscenely as the mass of it forced its way down her throat, and at the end, Cup Cake actually had to get out of the way, moving down to lick Caramel's clenching balls as Sugar Belle's lips settled into place around his sheath.

How could this girl possibly manage to...? Oh, right. She was Big Macintosh's special somepony. Compared to him, this was probably easy for her... Cup Cake felt the thick shaft inside her own pussy and wondered for just a moment how much bigger Sugar Belle's special somepony might be.

Caramel seemed astounded at the young mare's skills as well. His hands trembled as he ran his fingers through both mares' manes. Cup Cake stretched her lips as far as she could around one of his warm, full balls, hoping to encourage as much of a prize for Sugar Belle as possible. And she felt it the moment his orgasm finally came, the strong pulse that shook through his balls and then stretched Sugar Belle's lips open just a bit wider as it passed through.

But even Sugar Belle apparently couldn't handle the amount he was pumping into her throat. After just the first few pulses, she pulled up off of him, gasping for breath ... just in time to catch a thick, sticky rope of it across her face. Only one, though, because she planted her lips right back down against his tip, her cheeks swelling and her neck gulping as she struggled to keep up with him.

“That's just too hot,” Karat said, already beginning to pull his flaring cock out. “I've gotta pull out before I—”

“Don't you dare,” Cup Cake told him, her face still up against Caramel's balls. “I want foals again, and you're going to give them to me.”

His thick cock – even thicker now with its flared tip – obediently slid back home deep inside her pussy, mating up perfectly with the entrance to her womb.

With one hand, Cup Cake held the base of Caramel's cock, reveling in the massive pulses she felt throbbing through it up toward Sugar Belle's mouth. With her other, she reached down between her own legs and found Karat's balls. She could just barely reach them with her fingertips, but she still massaged them as well as she could, and she turned her head around to face him even though her cheek rested against Caramel's thigh. “Fill me up,” she said to him in that heated voice that makes stallions do anything a mare asks. “Give me everything.”

And oh, did he ever! The first obscene bulge that traveled down the length of his cock felt nearly as thick as his flare, and she could feel it all the way from her pussy lips to where it gushed out of him and spilled into her ready and waiting womb. And that was only the first little bit. She teased his balls greedily as they sent her surge after surge of intoxicating cream.

Sugar Belle couldn't quite contain everything Caramel gave her. Little drops and splats escaped her mouth, some of them dripping down onto Cup Cake's face. She barely noticed. All that mattered was the precious life flowing into her, the warmth spreading through her whole body, the instinctual satisfaction of her body singing to itself, 'Yes, I'm going to be pregnant again!'

Both stallions' orgasms ended at nearly the same time, Caramel's somehow having lasted much longer. Maybe Karat had already exhausted himself once today, because the moment he was done, he tumbled backward and all but toppled straight down to the floor, his spent cock flopping limply and wetly down against his thigh as his sticky cum streamed out from Cup Cake's slit. Caramel's cock, once it finished pumping its last, flopped heavily down between Sugar Belle's tits, its flare still spread out wide even as the whole glistening-wet thing began to retreat back into his sheath.

When Cup Cake looked up to Sugar Belle's face, she saw the girl still had her cheeks stretched full. They jiggled a little as she turned her head to look pleadingly at Cup Cake, sloshing full of Caramel's freshly pumped load. The poor, thin girl probably couldn't swallow it all, and yet she didn't want it to go to waste.

But Cup Cake knew exactly what to do. She went down to the floor as well, lying on her back on top of some of the discarded clothing – mostly on top of Sugar Belle's dress – and she lifted her hips up, pulling her legs up around her shoulders and pointing her still-leaking, still-gaping pussy upward. “Here, dearie,” she said. “Put it right here, where it can do some good.”

With both stallions staring in amazement, Sugar Belle came over to her, knelt down in front of her, and got into position. Cup Cake had expected her to dribble the cum into her from above, but no... Sugar Belle pressed her lips directly against Cup Cake's pussy, smearing Karat's cum on her mouth as she opened up and let Caramel's flow thickly down into Cup Cake's pussy.

Cup Cake could feel the new wave of warmth flowing into her, and she held her receptive position on the floor for as long as it took, no matter how uncomfortable. She stayed there long after Sugar Belle's mouth was empty and the young mare's tongue began exploring the creamy mix inside Cup Cake's pussy. Cup Cake stayed there even as the others began putting their clothes on in a somewhat awkward silence. She stayed there until she was sure every bit of Caramel's cum had seeped as deeply as it could into her. Her whole body tingled, even after Sugar Belle stopped licking and pulled the dress out from under her. She hoped the two loads swirling inside her would mix and end up giving her twins from two different fathers. An abundance of life like that would make her glow from the inside in a way she'd forgotten how much she missed.

When Cup Cake herself finally got up and started getting dressed, she seemed immune to the awkwardness that had taken over the others and dressed herself in a fraction of the time, actually managing to completely clothe herself while Karat was still shirtless and Caramel was still fumbling with his belt.

As soon as Sugar Belle was finished awkwardly lacing her slightly-soiled dress and apron back in place, Cup Cake led her out of the shop by the hand, looking back over her shoulder and winking at the two stallions. “See you again next year, boys!” she said as the door jingled again.

When the door closed behind them, Sugar Belle grabbed Cup Cake's shoulder. “Are we really going to do this again next year?” She pursed her lips apprehensively, but her eyes told a different story – a story of desire and anticipation.

Cup Cake grinned at her with new-found self-confidence and raunchy bravado. “Next year? Sunset won't be for at least six more hours, so Sharing Day isn't over yet. We could do it again right now.”

Sugar Belle's eyes went wide, and she gave a quick little nod.

“But first, let's get a quick shower... And then we'll visit a friend of a friend for some clothes that will make it even easier for a couple mares on the town to get everything they want.”

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