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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