Could You Check In The Back?
Could You Check In The Back?
“Pinke, this seems ill-advised.”
Maud Pie was, to put it bluntly, the precise, exact opposite of her sister in just about every possible way. Whereas Pinkie was wild, erratic, perhaps even a bit unstable, Maud was steady, stable, methodical to a fault. She tended to live in a world of straight black and white, yes or no, is or isn’t. She focused on facts, objectivity, and reason. Pinkie, on the other hand, was famous for her hunches and gut-feelings paying off, some sort of sixth sense that resulted in her having some incredible intuition. Maud had yet to come up with an explanation for how Pinkie managed to make so many lucky guesses in life, but she had learned to just go along with it. She knew better than anyone that Pinkie was a lot smarter than she often let on, and she, more often than not, knew what she was doing.
When Maud saw her sister balancing on the tips of her toes atop a very unsteady wooden chair, Maud had to second-guess herself on that assertion.
"I'll be fine, ye Maud of little faith!" Pinkie Pie, almost supernaturally agile for a woman her size, was well known for accomplishing feats that someone like her really had no business doing. She had a pear-shaped figure, her wide hips and ample posterior filling out her jeans nicely. Perhaps a bit chubby and dumpy, Pinkie liked to say she was “thicc with two C’s”, an assessment that Maud agreed with. Even now, as Pinkie teetered atop the chair in search of her secret stash of magical baking ingredients (she swore she hid it in the storeroom someplace) Maud’s stony, unflinching gaze was focused squarely on her sister’s decidedly fat ass, the way her poofy pink tail poked through her jeans and swayed restlessly, as if to draw attention to Pinkie’s thick, bouncy bubble butt.
“Are you sure it’s here, Pinkie?” asked Maud. She blinked, a spike of concern shooting through her when Pinkie hopped up a little, no doubt to get a better view at the back of the shelf, which caused her already shaky chair to teeter unsteadily. “Pinkie. I really do think you should get down from there. A ladder would be—”
“A ladder?! Are you serious, sis?!” Pinkie scoffed in disgust, inadvertently shaking her hips as she struggled to steady herself. “Don’t you know that keeping a ladder in the house is ten times more dangerous than carrying a loaded gun? Why do you think Pa had so many guns, huh?”
“Because Pa hunts.”
“In case some maniac tries to sneak in a ladder!”
“Pinkie, you are going to fall and I don’t think I will be able to catch you.”
“Okay, fine! It’s getting kinda cramped in here, anyway.” She was, of course, correct in that observation. The storeroom of Sugar Cube Corner had always been a problem area for the Cakes, it being generally too small for their uses. The room was only somewhat larger than a typical closet, with only the most minimal room for the two girls to walk around in. “I guess I’ll just have to—AH!”
It’s worth noting that, despite the grueling work associated with living on a farm (one that dealt almost exclusively in large rocks, no less), Maud Pie was of a decidedly average build. She was always a bit taller than the average woman, but she didn’t carry with her any real sort of power. She was quite a bit smaller than, say, Limestone (who took her fitness very seriously), and in terms of weight alone, it was undeniable that Pinkie was considerably heavier than Maud.
And yet, somehow, when Pinkie’s chair tipped over and she came tumbling down, Maud leaped forward into action. With an unshakable determination and indomitable focus, Maud reached up and grabbed Pinkie, saving her from taking a nasty bump to the head. Though she claimed that she would be unable to catch her sister, Maud seemed to be only half right; Though she had saved her from the brunt of the impact, the momentum of Pinkie falling sent her stumbling back, smashing her back against the partly opened door. The door slammed shut and, with nowhere else to go, Maud fell to the ground, dropping into a heap with her sister.
"Pinkie… Are you okay?" Maud squirmed from beneath her sister's weight, wincing slightly at the pain from her impact.
"Ugh… Yeah, I'm fine…" As soon as Pinkie had regained some of her senses, she quickly scrambled off of Maud, stooping down to help her to her feet. Maud accepted her hand, dusting off her smock as she straightened herself up. “Sorry, Maud…”
“It’s okay. Just please be more careful.” Maud blinked and let her lips twitch ever so slightly. Those who were close to Maud knew that this was normally the best she could offer in place of a smile. “I don’t want a repeat of your fourth birthday party.”
“Oh, har-dee-har, Maud. I swear, between you and Limey, I’m never gonna live that down!” complained Pinkie, rolling her eyes. She crossed the room and grabbed the doorknob to let the pair out. “I said it before and I’ll say it again, that clown had it out for me! He…” Pinkie frowned, jiggling the doorknob, which refused to turn. “Huh? That’s not right. How did…?” Pinkie’s eyes went as wide as saucers, her skin paling slightly. “Oh no.”
“Pinkie, where is your key?” asked Maud flatly.
“It’s… It’s in the door.” Pinkie jimmied the knob repeatedly, her frustration growing visibly. “It’s in the keyhole, on the other side of the door, and it’s locked, and no one’s home! The Cakes are still out picking up the Twins from Canterlot, who knows when they’ll be back!”
“Pinkie, calm down. It’s okay.” Maud knew that this was probably wishful thinking, as Pinkie had always had an aversion to cramped, confined spaces. She was too free of a spirit, too hyperactive and spontaneous to be held down like this. “We may be stuck for a while, but someone will come around eventually.”
“I know, I know. I just… Don’t wanna be… stuck here!” Pinkie pulled and twisted at the doorknob a bit harder, grinned almost manically. “I think I might’ve jiggled the lock a bit! Maybe I can—”
CLINK!
Pinkie tugged just a bit too hard, three things happened in sequence, one immediately after the other. Firstly, the doorknob came free from the door, slipping out of Pinkie’s hand and clattering to the floor. Secondly, the knob rolled to the back of the room, while Pinkie and Maud watched, with one sister displaying sheer, unfettered, horror and the other displaying her typical unflinching, nearly emotionless expression. When the knob came to a stop, the final thing happened.
Pinkie screamed. Very, very, very loudly.
“Please calm down,” said Maud, although it was unclear if Pinkie could even hear her. The younger Pie sister was in a tizzy, pacing back and forth like a caged animal and tugging on her hair, as if to yank it out of her scalp.
“We’re stuck, we’re trapped!” said Pinkie. “We’re stuck here forever—”
“It is highly unlikely that we will be stuck here forever.”
“We’re gonna starve to death—”
“There are several varieties of canned, non-perishable foods in this room, it is essentially impossible—”
“And it’s all my fault! You told me not to mess around on the chair and I didn’t listen and now we’re stuck!” Maud frowned slightly, not at all happy with the way Pinkie was sounding. She always hated seeing her sister like this. It always broke her heart, and she would do anything to make her feel better. “God, I’m so stupid! Why couldn’t I just be a normal person and get a ladder, like you said! I’m so—”
Having heard enough, Maud decided to do something about things. She grabbed Pinkie by the wrist and pulled, spinning her around so the two sisters were facing each other. Pinkie froze, mid-self-deprecating tirade, and felt a chill at the strangely electric gaze she received. Maud’s cold aquamarine eyes twinkled, beaming brightly through Pinkie’s very being. Though Pinkie knew she couldn’t have been looking at Maud for longer than a second or two, it felt like much, much longer than that. As if time itself had stopped.
Maud pulled her sister forward, grabbing Pinkie around the waist and holding her there while she dove in for a kiss. Pinkie melted as their lips touched, a certain electricity sparking as their tongues invaded the other’s mouth, a spark that was impossible to describe and even harder to replicate. Unable to contain herself any longer, Maud let her hands wander to Pinkie’s generous rear, giving her butt a firm, but gentle, little squeeze. After a brief spell, silent save for the smacking of lips and the occasional quiet moan from Pinkie, the two pulled apart, leaving Pinkie blushing and breathless.
“Did that help?” asked Maud. Slowly, almost uncertainly, Pinkie nodded. “Good. I love you, and I don’t like seeing you scared.”
“I’m not scared,” Pinkie started. “I just—”
“Don’t like being cramped. I know. Unfortunately, I cannot do anything to fix that particular problem.” Maud pulled Pinkie in closer, one hand sliding up her middle to grab at her sizable breast while the other stood behind to grope Pinkie’s ass. “However, I may be able to distract you from things. If you think that would help.”
“Uh… Duh.” Pinkie giggled nervously, letting out a breathy moan when Maud slipped her hand past her bra, brushing a thumb across Pinkie’s sensitive nipple. “But… You said we had to stop… This. Mud Briar—”
“Things didn’t work out. We went our separate ways a few months ago. Even still, there is no man alive that could keep me from my sister in her time of need,” said Maud, with as much passion and fire as she was capable of (to most, she sounded slightly bored, but Pinkie hadn’t heard this much energy out of her sister in a very long time). “My sister comes first. Always.”
“Maud…” Pinkie was like putty in her sister’s hands, melting as Maud squeezed and groped her. No one knew her body better than Maud, not even Pinkie herself, and Maud seemed determined to make good use of that knowledge. She planted soft, gentle kisses up Pinkie’s neck, then gave her ear a tiny little nip. “Mmm… Okay, okay, let’s do it.”
Pinkie pulled her top over her head, letting those hefty sweater puppies of hers out for some air. While Maud often appreciated her sister’s rear end, she couldn’t deny that she was gifted in the chest region as well. Despite being the youngest of the Pie sisters (although technically, she was tied with Marble), Pinkie boasted the largest rack of the four. The only sister to even come close was Maud herself, and she was at least two cup sizes down from Pinkie. Pinkie didn’t often give her girls much thought, but as Maud stared at her, she felt compelled to glance down at her chest. She thought her bra, a simple piece striped in purple and white, looked fine, but Maud just couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of her.
“Uh… Why are you looking at me like that?” giggled Pinkie nervously. “Is it the bra? Rarity said she wasn’t sure about the color when she helped me pick it, but I liked it, and it’s super comfy and—”
“You’re beautiful,” said Maud plainly. Pinkie froze, her nervous grin growing into a full, proper ear-to-ear smile. "I know I may come off as cold sometimes, but not when I'm with you. You make me so…"
"Hot?" offered Pinkie. Maud didn't respond at first, simply undoing the zipper at the back of her smock. Not one for pageantry or anything flashy, Maud simply pulled her clothes off and tossed it to the ground to bare her body to her sister. Her chest was contained by a simple, lacy white bra, unremarkable in most every way, if not for the fact that it was a gift from Pinkie. While Maud undeniably had a rack worthy of a second glance, her perky breasts bouncing as she removed her clothes, Pinkie felt her gaze trailing a bit lower.
“Hard.” Whereas Maud’s top fit more or less perfectly, her panties were a different story. The frilly white fabric hugged Maud’s hips comfortably, the bright color contrasting rather sharply with the darker, more dreary tone of her skin. More important than the color of her panties was what they contained, or, more accurately, what they failed to. Hanging from the left leg of Maud’s panties was a thick, hard, drooling grey cock. Pinkie had always been fascinated, bordering on obsessive at times, by her sister’s extra equipment. Easily longer than her forearm, and perhaps just as thick, it was one of the main reasons Maud preferred her smock; It would be nearly impossible to hide a bulge like hers if she tried to stuff it into a pair of jeans.
“Holy cow… You’re bigger than I remember…” Pinkie absentmindedly reached around to her back, fumbling with the clasps of her bra. She undid her top and let it hit the ground, watching with a blend of awe and apprehension at the way Maud’s powerful length twitched against her thigh. “And you look ready to blow…”
“I was waiting for a special occasion to tell you about Briar.” Maud pulled Pinkie close again, kissing her deeply. Pinkie could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, her entire body electrified by her sister’s touch. The heat of Maud’s body against hers, her undeniably powerful presence, it sent chills down Pinkie’s spine. “I do not think I would have been able to wait much longer. I missed you, and I think you felt the same.”
The truth is, Pinkie had missed being this close to her sister, more than she was likely to admit. When Maud had moved away for her studies, and then again when she met her boyfriend, Pinkie tried to move on as well, to pursue other relationships. But, try though she might to make things work with the kindest, most engaging and charismatic of men and women, there was only one person who could make Pinkie this hot, this fast. Pinkie had always believed it, and the growing wetness in her panties only served to prove to her that she was right: There was no replacing her big sister.
“Take off your pants, please,” said Maud, her typically steady, even voice devolving slightly. Her tone dipped slightly, becoming more breathy and husky. Pinkie nodded turning away and undoing her jeans and shimmying out of the just slightly-too-tight pants, kicking them to the wall. To Maud’s amusement, Pinkie’s panties did not match her top, and were instead black boyshorts with the very apt and amusing label of “BOOTY” written across the seat. The only other notable “decoration” was the wet spot at the front, which helped to accentuate the outline of Pinkie’s fat, puffy pussy as she turned around to face her sister again. Maud ran her finger up Pinkie’s slit, dexterously slipping her hand past the waistband of her panties to brush her thumb against Pinkie’s clit.
“Mmm! M-maud…” Pinkie was barely able to get even this much out before her lips were back on her sister’s. She felt so entirely at Maud’s mercy, like putty in her hand, unable to control the lightning that shot through her body when Maud slipped two fingers into her pussy. Though wrapped around Maud’s finger, in more ways than one, Pinkie had no desire to be anywhere else but right there, rolling her hips forward and grinding her pussy into Maud’s fingers, essentially humping her sister’s hand.
“Take off your panties, and turn around.” Once again, Pinkie did what she was told almost immediately; She hastily, clumsily rolled her shorts down the length of her thick, meaty thighs, dropping them to her ankles and stepping out of them. Maud admired her sister’s cunt, particularly the groomed tuft of pink hair that drew attention to her hot, wet, tight pussy, and watched Pinkie turn on the spot. She placed a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder and gently eased her forward, bending Pinkie at the wait and causing her to lean forward against the wall. Pinkie needed little more instruction, steadying herself against the wall and spreading her legs a bit, swaying her hips and nearly hypnotizing Maud with her bountiful cake. Maud placed her hands on Pinkie’s hips and lowered herself to the ground, kneeling before her sister and her truly glorious ass.
“Heh.” A sound so rare that many believed it to be just a myth, Maud let out a short, tiny, almost inaudible chuckle when her sister’s poofy tail gently brushed against her nose. Pinkie definitely heard the laugh, and so she shook her rear again, once again tickling Maud’s nose with her tail. This was what Pinkie found so special about being with Maud (aside from her dick, of course), the way Maud seemed to lower her guard whenever the two were together. Around others, emotion seemed to be a foreign concept to Maud. Pinkie knew better, though. She saw through that social awkwardness and icy exterior, peered through the wall of stone to see something else. She saw a funny, kind, loving woman. She saw her sister.
With the back of her hand, Maud pushed Pinkie’s tail away from her face and grabbed two handfuls of Pinkie’s rear, eliciting a moaning giggle from the younger Pie sister. Maud spread Pinkie’s cheeks, leaving a small trail of kisses on her way to her pussy. Pinkie let out a tiny yelp when she felt her sister’s tongue against her slit, sliding up her thick lower lips and to her ass. Maud teased the tighter hole, dabbing her tongue around Pinkie’s ring and slowly forcing her way in.
“Holy Moley, don’t stop…” Pinkie shook in her sister’s grasp, the sensation of Maud’s tongue inside her sending shockwaves through her body. Her hands moved of their own accord, needing very little conscious input from Pinkie to reach back and grab Maud by the hair, pulling her in deeper. Pinkie wasn’t normally quite this grabby, but Maud always brought out this side of her. Pinkie wasn’t concerned with niceties or manners just then. She needed more of Maud’s tongue in her ass, and she needed it now.
“Deeper…” moaned Pinkie as she buried her sister with her ass. Another yelp escaped her when Maud grabbed her by the tail, pulling her even closer, deeper, until Maud was all but suffocating. A more than noble end, Maud thought. But, despite her pleasure, Pinkie still managed to remember that oxygen tended to be important, and so she released her grip on Maud. The elder sister didn’t retreat immediately, having decided to taste her sister’s juicy booty for as long as possible. It wasn’t until Pinkie was quivering, legs trembling and chest heaving, did Maud finally withdraw for breath, still connected to her sister via a thin string of saliva even as she caught her breath.
“I want to lick your pussy now,” said Maud, having never been the sort for metaphors or implications. Pinkie just let out a little whine, turning to face Maud and, as soon as she did, her sister made her move. Maud grabbed Pinkie by the hips, planting soft, wet kisses along her inner thigh. Maud’s gentle kisses crawled up her legs to her pelvis, dancing around that little tuft of hair before sliding down to Pinkie’s juicy little pussy itself. Pinkie squeezed her eyes shut, white lightning shooting through her body with every graze of Maud’s lips against her skin. Even the heat of Maud’s breath when she parted her lips sent bolts of pleasure up Pinkie’s spine. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Maud dove in proper, wiggling her tongue into Pinkie’s cunt.
Pinkie bit her lip, leaning against the wall for support as her sister ate her out with expert precision. It felt like every single motion of Maud’s tongue was planned for maximum pleasure, to get the loudest moans and highest-pitched yelps from Pinkie. One such yelp came when Maud wrapped her lips around her throbbing clit, nearly blinding Pinkie with just how good it felt. Maud alternated at a consistent rhythm, swapping from licking up Pinkie’s slit, to invading her hole with her tongue, to suckling on her bean. She switched back and forth, changing the order around whenever Pinkie was getting too used to the pattern, and her efforts were clearly showing dividends. Pinkie kept her eyes squeezed shut, her moans and whimpers serving as the only noise to compete with the smacking of Maud’s lips and tongue.
“Yowie-wowie, you’re good at this,” panted Pinkie, her breath catching in her chest. “Maud, please… I’m close…” Almost as soon as Pinkie spoke, Maud pulled away, the sticky remnants of her sister’s excitement clinging to her chin and lips. “W-why’d you stop? I was gonna pop…”
“You taste like candy,” noted Maud, licking her lips. She slowly stood up, wrapping her hands around her thick shaft. “So sweet… I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to fuck you.” Maud pulled her cock from its insufficient confines, the size and heft of the appendage making Pinkie’s heart pound in her chest. Pinkie watched Maud remove her own panties entirely, her thick cock and heavy balls rendering them essentially pointless anyway. As the anticipation mounted, Maud approached her, sliding her cock between Pinkie’s legs and grinding against her hot, greedy cunt. “You want it, too, don’t you?”
“M-maybe we should…” With trembling hands, Pinkie reached up and lost her hand in her large mess of pink hair. After rooting around for a few moments, she emerged with a square of golden plastic, with the letters “XXL” printed across the front. “Right? We can’t… Not without…Right?”
“Oh.” Maud took the condom from Pinkie, giving it a once over. After considering the packaging for a moment, Maud tossed the condom over her shoulder, then guided the tip of her cock to her sister’s snug passage. “We will not need that.”
“Maud!” Pinkie wasn’t able to get much more than that out before she felt Maud split her in two. If she was initially concerned about the lack of contraceptive, those concerns fell by the wayside almost immediately. Pinkie had never taken her sister bare before (or anyone else, for that matter), so she wasn’t sure what to expect. Condoms weren’t that thick, were they? How much of a difference to the experience could a thin layer of latex make?
As it turned out, a world of difference. Pinkie wasn’t sure if it was just the sensation of feeling Maud directly, or if it was the elevated sense of danger and taboo, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The excitement was brought up yet another level when Maud hooked an arm under Pinkie’s leg and hoisted her up. Pinkie let out a little yelp, surprised to be scooped up and pinned to the wall so suddenly, and wrapped her arms around the back of her sister’s neck. She held on tight, even using her other leg to wrap around Maud’s middle to keep her steady against the wall.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, Maud pushed her hips forward, burying her shaft into her sister’s snug little pussy. Every gentle push of her hips took another sharp gasp of air from Pinkie’s lungs, until Maud was about halfway in. She retreated, just as slowly and methodically as before, and fell into a careful, consistent rhythm. In, and then out. In, and out. In…
“M-maud,” breathed Pinkie, squeezing her eyes shut. Her sister gripped her a bit steadier, leaning in and planting a kiss on her collar, but Maud did nothing to increase her speed.
Out.
“Sis, please…”
In.
“You’re so big…”
Out.
“Holy cow… You’re gonna break me in half…”
Pinkie braced, waiting for the agonizingly slow “in” stroke, which didn’t seem to ever come. She peeked through her lashes, letting out an almost pitiful whine. Maud had almost entirely pulled out, with only her flare remaining in Pinkie’s party box. Pinkie herself tilted her head in confusion, trying to read her sister’s expression.
“Am I hurting you?” asked Maud. Pinkie’s eyes went wide, and she nearly tripped over herself in an attempt to clear things up.
“No! Nononono! It was a good ‘break me in half’, not a bad one,” Pinkie promised. “No, you’re not hurting me. That actually feels really, really, reeeeaaally good. Please do it some more.”
“Are you sure? I’m bigger than a lot of people—”
“Don’t I know it, sister…”
“And I do not want to make you uncomfortable.” Maud continued as if Pinkie hadn’t interrupted her at all, which was essentially a required skill if you wanted to converse with someone as energetic and talkative as Pinkie. “So if I’m hurting you, please tell me.”
“Okay. I promise, Pinkie Promise!” said Pinkie. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, yadda yadda, in my eye, now please keep going.”
Maud nodded, and did just as Pinkie had requested; She resumed to steady thrusting of her hips, except she moved with a tad bit more urgency. As she worked her body, picking up speed with each thrust, Maud leaned forward to latch her lips onto her sister’s. Pinkie moaned into her sister’s mouth when she felt the ridge of Maud’s medial ring enter her, signaling that she had managed to take half of Maud’s monster into her body. She tightened the grip of her leg around Maud’s middle, pulling her closer and urging Maud to piston her hips even faster, harder. Hands began to wander, both of Pinkie’s to Maud’s breasts and Maud’s free one nearly sinking into the flesh of Pinkie’s thick ass.
Spurred on by her sister’s earlier insistence, Maud went harder, piercing Pinkie to her very core. With every thrust, Pinkie thought there was no more of Maud to take and, with every thrust, Pinkie was proven wrong. Maud somehow felt even bigger than she looked, and Pinkie could feel every inch of the beast impaling her, touching her deeply in spots that no one except Maud could touch. Her toes curled with every deep thrust, her nails gently digging into the skin of Maud’s neck as she squeezed her. Even if she didn’t have her sister’s tongue to wrestle, Pinkie was unlikely to be able to say much with the way that pleasure arced up and down throughout her entire body. Maud pulled away from their kiss, nipping down gently on Pinkie’s lip before giving a simple, quiet instruction.
“Hold on tight.”
There was just barely enough for Pinkie to act on that direction before Maud rocketed her hips forward, the echoing sounds of flesh slapping flesh bouncing off the walls of the small, steamy room. She drilled her baby sister, pulling her down onto her fat cock as she worked her hips. Pinkie squealed, her entire body quivering around Maud’s shaft as it hilted inside of her, then withdrew and buried into her, again and again.
“You’re so soft,” whispered Maud. “I… I’m close, Pinkie…”
“Are you gonna… Oh geez…” Pinkie let out another moan when Maud pounded her, balls-deep. “You gonna pull out?”
“Do you want me to?”
That wasn’t a question Pinkie even had to think about. It was a simple inquiry, with an equally simple answer, and Pinkie offered her response before her brain had even completely processed what it heard, as if it was a reflex.
“No.”
Maud needed little more encouragement at that point, not that any sane person would. She went even faster, even deeper, even harder, her breath hitching with every twitch of Pinkie’s soft, velvety walls around her. Maud could feel her sister trembling and quivering, each movement, no matter how subtle, sending waves throughout Pinkie’s entire body. Pinkie was just as close as Maud, perhaps even closer, and it was just a matter of time to see which Pie sister would reach their limit first.
As luck would have it, it was Pinkie; a quaking howl left her body, and her hips jerked uncontrollably in Maud’s direction as she came. Her hot snatch clamped down around Maud’s cock, quivering and convulsing and leaking girlcum down the length of her sister’s tool. With the added motion of Pinkie’s cunt milking her, Maud didn’t last too much longer. She slammed her hips forward and buried herself to the base into Pinkie. A rare grunt of pleasure escaped Maud when she came, shooting thick, hot jets of cum into her sister’s pussy. Maud worked her hips as her orgasm descended onto her, shooting her load as deep as possible.
“So… much…” moaned Pinkie. With each flood of hot cum into her, another trembling wave of pleasure descended onto her. Even as Maud slowly pulled her cock from Pinkie’s thoroughly-fucked hole, Pinkie felt so warm, so full. Satisfied. “That was… good…”
“I love you, Pinkie,” said Maud quietly as she lowered Pinkie back down to the floor. Pinkie’s legs almost gave from under her, still rather noodly from the intensity of her orgasm. She giggled as Maud braced her, and slowly steadied herself upright.
“I love you too, sis. But… If you really love me, why don’t you prove it?” Maud tilted her head curiously, blinking slowly as she tried to figure out what in the world her sister was talking about.
“Prove it? How do I prove that?”
“Okay, so, you know that thing you just did to my pussy?” giggled Pinkie, pointing down to her leaking creampie. “Do that. Again. And again. And again.”
Maud blinked, the tiniest of grins sneaking to her face. When she had made the decision to visit Pinkie at work, she hadn’t planned on fucking her in a storeroom, and Maud was typically very fond of her plans. Still, no plan survives first contact with the enemy, or with Pinkie Pie, so Maud had gotten quite used to thinking on her feet. She made note of the grin on Pinkie’s face, the happy glow in her eyes. She didn’t see any of the anxiety or claustrophobia that had caused this little “distraction”, which said to Maud that it had worked out as intended. Maud shrugged, speaking with a faint, almost undetectable laugh in her voice.
“Okay, Pinkie. Let’s do it again.”
