Pinkie Gets Pounded by a Cake
Pinkie looked in the mirror one last time to make sure her mane was frizzy enough. She knew how much her stallion enjoyed it when her hair was at its perfect bit of chaos. It was representative of her, organized and pretty, yet dysfunctional and wavy. Her entire life could be summed up in that description. But she didn’t care. It was the way she wanted it. What she did care about were the potential consequences if she and her stallion were to…be discovered. She’d been carrying on a secret, illicit relationship with Mr. Cake for years now. They’d had sex dozens of times, and Pinkie had even been through a few pregnancy scares. But Pinkie knew how to be careful, and she knew how to lie…even though it tore her heart apart. She truly loved Mr. Cake, but she also loved her friends, and she hated being dishonest.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up,” she said as she entered the motel room where she was meeting her secret lover.
“Yeah, me neither,” Mr. Cake said honestly, “but…I’m sure that I love you.”
“I love you too,” Pinkie responded, “it’s just that…I hate all this lying we have to do. Please…can’t we come out?”
“No,” Mr. Cake responded, “it would harm too many ponies.”
“How did I get myself into this mess?” Pinkie wondered aloud.
“Well, if I recall correctly, you came on to me,” Mr. Cake said, “I simply gave you what you wanted.
“I know,” Pinkie said, “and I still love everything we do together. But…I…”
She sighed, unable to finish her thought. Knowing that she was helping Mr. Cake be unfaithful was tearing her apart inside. But, at the same time, sneaking around and being so naughty was an incredible stimulant. She felt her vagina go wet with anticipation and she lay on her back, wanting her forbidden love to touch her tenderly. He responded with a smile and a gentle kiss to her soft cheek before heading lower. Leaving a trail along her belly, he finally got to her supple teats. He sucked on one, gently nibbling on its tip, before moving to the other. He cycled through both of Pinkie’s nipples before gradually getting to her feminine flower. Looking upwards, he silently asked Pinkie if he should continue. She gulped and nodded, smiling as a bright blush skewed the color of her face.
His tongue made quick work of the delicate folds. She was dripping with juice, pushing out more and more as he went along. Slowly, torturously, he licked her, putting his mouth on a pussy that he shouldn’t have been with. Still, though, the idea of this young, beautiful mare giving herself to him was too much of a turn on. His wife had grown stale in the bedroom. She was much too busy running the business and taking care of their fraternal twin foals. He was bored with the sex she offered him, so he’d turned to Pinkie Pie. Young and single, Pinkie seemed the prime candidate for an affair. Using the front of friendship, he’d treated Pinkie to a few secret dates. Then, one night, he’d asked her to mate. To his shock, she’d agreed, and they’d nearly destroyed the bed that night.
That had been weeks before, and he felt like he’d dumped lakes of semen into her. Thankfully, she had yet to be impregnated. He knew that Pinkie was the mare he wanted more than anything, but he could not afford to get her pregnant. The scandalous nature of the affair was already bad enough. A pregnancy could cost him his job and his home. Since Pinkie lived with he and Mrs. Cake, she’d lose everything as well. So, he made up his mind to be extra careful. Utilizing a magic potion he’d received at a local mystic sex shop, he covered his penis so as to prevent anything from happening. Even if he were to blow a giant load into Pinkie, the magic would stop her from receiving it by blocking her feminine tubes.
Slowly, carefully, he placed his stallionhood deep into her vagina. She groaned as she took him, gently wrapping her hooves around his neck and begging him to go deeper. He acquiesced, shoving himself further into her love canyon. Then, he began to thrust, bringing each of them mind numbing pleasure with each movement. Her bright blue eyes batted seductively, pulling him further, much like a magnet does. Attraction and chemistry sparked between them and, fairly soon, he was pumping along at a solid pace. Her moans and yelps of delight were thrills to his ears, and he bent down and kissed her neck.
“Oh, Carrot Cake!” Pinkie cried, using Mr. Cake’s full name, “oh, my delicious, delectable Carrot Cake! Oh, fuck me! Oh, please! Please!”
Mr. Cake didn’t respond, but bent over and pushed his dick deeper into her soft pussy. It wrapped him up in a warmth unmatched by any other mare he’d ever been with, including his wife. He humped away, loving Pinkie more and more with each thrust he made. Every moment they’d spent together, from their underground outings to their sexual sessions, tore through his mind. He saw her smiling eyes, her bouncing personality, and her adorable smile. This was the mare he wanted to be with, and he was willing to do anything short of murder to do so. What he didn’t consider was his family. Neither did Pinkie. The two ponies were lost in each other’s eyes as they made love once more. Fireworks exploded in their minds as they went along, fucking and moaning.
“Ungh! Oh! Fuck!” Mr. Cake groaned, “I…think…I think….oh, shit!”
“Don’t you dare cum yet, Carrot!” Pinkie ordered.
“Why?”
“Because I’m not ready to be finished yet!” Pinkie cried.
So, Mr. Cake removed his penis delicately, flipped Pinkie onto her stomach, and targeted her from behind. He bent over and bit her on the neck, lightly giving her a touch of pain to go with the pleasure. She loved it and asked him to bite her once more. So, he did, leaving a small trail of teeth marks along her shoulder and back. Then, he shoved his dick down her canal once more, driving her insane from the amount of joy it brought her. Suddenly, she reached over to the side table and picked up a can of cake icing that she’d brought. The two enjoyed using dessert elements in their shared sexuality, and this seemed like a prime opportunity.
“Babe?” She asked.
“Yeah?”
“Can you pull out and put some frosting on your penis?” Pinkie asked nicely, “I feel the need for you to slip and slide a little more.”
Mr. Cake was very enthused about the whole idea, and pulled out of Pinkie’s vagina. He lined his shaft with a good layer of cake icing before gently pushing back into Pinkie. The party planner moaned and shouted with joy as he began humping her faster and faster. Tantalizing tendrils of happiness poked at both partners, and the illicit nature of it all only made things better. They didn’t care about their friends, their families, or their homes. All they wanted was each other, bodies intertwined in love, showing no remorse for anything. Suddenly, Pinkie turned backwards and grabbed Mr. Cake’s face, pulling it down so that he might push himself ever deeper into her body. She moaned and shrieked as he pumped in and out. He matched her vocalizations as they both began having feelings of orgasm.
“Oh! Oh! FUCK! FUCK!” Pinkie yelled, “Fuck my vagina! Fuck it with that icing coated penis of yours! Fuck it! FUCK IT! FUCK IT!”
“I’m fucking it, sugar bun!” Mr. Cake yelled, “oh, I’m fucking it so fucking hard! Oh my fucking CELESTIA, you’re tight! You’re tighter than Spoiled Rich’s purse strings! Oh, fuck, Pinkie Pie! I love you so much! Oh my FUCK! FUCK! Oh! That cunt! That fucking cunt! Oh! Yes!”
“OH! SHIT! I…I….I….I’M…CUMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGG!” Pinkie screamed as her bottom finally gave out. She shot volley after volley of warm cum onto Mr. Cake’s drenched dick. It didn’t take long before he, too, followed suit, coating her walls in layer upon layer of semen and cake frosting. Afterwards, he pulled out, and Pinkie gave him the greatest blow he’d ever had. Up and down, her head bobbed, licking and sucking all the delicious frosting and cum off of his shaft. It was such a terrific blowjob, in fact, that he couldn’t help but cum once more, giving Pinkie a nice white facial. Ever the gentlepony, Mr. Cake got up from the bed and grabbed Pinkie a towel to wash her face off. Then, the two cuddled deeply.
“That was the best one yet!” Pinkie exclaimed.
“Indeed, it was, my little Pinkie,” Mr. Cake said.
“Do you think we’d make a good…husband and wife?” Pinkie asked.
“The best,” Mr. Cake responded, “but first, I’d have to divorce my wife.”
“But…I don’t want you to,” Pinkie said, much to Mr. Cake’s surprise.
“Why not?” Mr. Cake asked.
“Because I know how much she loves you,” Pinkie responded, “and, as great as fucking you is, I just…don’t have the heart to…ruin your relationship anymore. It’s been weighing on me heavily for several days. That being said…I think tonight needs to be it between us.”
“Oh, Pinkie, no,” Mr. Cake said, “please, don’t do this. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anypony.”
“I love you too, Carrot,” Pinkie said, “but I can’t do this anymore. It needs to be me or her and I want you to choose her…for the foals. They can’t grow up without a father.”
Mr. Cake saw the wisdom in Pinkie’s words and nuzzled her head. “I know…and they won’t. If you think tonight needed to be our last time, then so be it.”
“Thank you…Mr. Cake,” Pinkie said, falling sound asleep.
“You’re welcome…Pinkie Pie,” Mr. Cake responded before dozing off beside her.
