“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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