Author's Note

Contains smut-free but still sexually charged epilogue with very forward mares, implication of future threesomes and more casual sex!

Yes, if anyone has kept track of my blogs, I already have the completed cover art for the sequel. Although I anticipate having lots of commission stories and contest entries to work on over the next 1-2 months, and likely a big MLP fanfic for NaNoWriMo. So I won't give a release date on this sequel just yet, but expect it to be five chapters long! I will keep you all updated!

The Party Begins

Instead of what practically became routine, bolting out of the School of Friendship and flying towards Sugarcube Corner like she was about to perform a rainboom, Smolder hummed a tune to herself as she walked towards the sugary sweet building. The week was over, only one of few till her and her friends graduated entirely and set off on their lives doing…Smolder frowned, pressing a claw to her muzzle. What was she going to do after she had graduated? Yona was the closest to that answer, gushing about taking up fashion ever since her quality time with Rarity. Gallus had fixated on being the first griffon in the royal guard, and Sandbar was apparently torn between going with his partner vs. becoming an apprentice alongside Yona. Even though the two never ended up dating, Sandbar just happened to have the same interests as Yona, even showing the friend group marine life-themed outfits. Silverstream and Ocellus, like the dragoness, were complete wild cards. But since it was a Saturday, and said best friends had plans either with family or each other in the case of the newly announced couple, Smolder didn’t feel like she had to hide as she approached the door to Sugarcube Corner.

Opening the door and showing up only a few minutes past the time Mrs. Cake asked for her, Smolder was greeted by the evident scene of the rest of the Sugarcube Corner employees moving in everything. Seeing as Mr. Cake and Pinkie used their combined earth pony strength to open the box, Sugar Belle was beside the counter as she proceeded to pull out supplies with her magic and take them to the kitchen with the two following her. In the dining room, which had a couple of customers minding their business during it all, had Mrs. Cake near the entrance as she was cooing at a stroller. Or upon further look, two foals inside said stroller. Smolder felt a sharp level of awkwardness upon seeing the mother’s…well, foals. Smolder barely knew how to interact with hatchlings back at the Dragon Lands, let alone their pony equivalent. Before she could figure out how to approach them, Mrs. Cake looked up from the stroller and towards the door where Smolder stood. Her pink eyes lit up, and the chubby blue mare rushed over to Smolder.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Mrs. Cake wrapped a foreleg around Smolder briefly, keeping it light with the amount of ponies around as she leaned in and whispered. “Don’t worry, I’ve already told both my husband and Pinkie Pie that I’ve been understanding my sexuality better with a lesbian dragoness~”

“Uh-”

“Honey, I didn’t tell them it was you!” Mrs. Cake giggled, prodding the dragoness gently in the shoulder before she continued. “And of course, I’m not dumb. I know that as soon as you go to greet them, they’re likely to assume it to be you. But still, I figured it was only fair to let you talk to them on your own terms.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” Smolder’s tensed up shoulders relaxed from the clarification that the chubby mare made. She knew that Mrs. Cake would never do anything to compromise her well-being as she carefully navigated what her future meant. “So, should I go introduce myself or-”

“Dearie, you don’t need to ask me that~” Mrs. Cake smiled. “I know you’re only a few weeks shy of being nineteen, but you really don’t need to treat yourself like a hatchling. You’re a grown she-stud, so I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself.”

“You’re right,” Smolder nodded, doing away with any of the escalating self-doubt as she turned and walked to the kitchen door. Glancing over her shoulder, Smolder cracked a small fanged grin. “See you in a few minutes?”

“Of course,” Mrs. Cake winked before trotting back to the stroller, the last thing Smolder saw out of the corner of her eye was the chubby blue mare lifting her foals out of the stroller with one foreleg. Despite lacking the same desire, the dragoness could appreciate how caring Mrs. Cake was for the ponies she brought into the world. It was that exact quality about Mrs. Cake that brought Smolder in to the increasingly addicting sweet-stack. Opening the kitchen door and seeing Mr. Cake and Pinkie’s eyes widened at Smolder’s presence, Sugar Belle smiled wide and waved a forehoof at the dragoness. If Smolder had to take a guess, the unicorn didn’t know what the other two ponies did, and Mr. Cake cleared his throat before looking at Sugar Belle.

“Hey Sugar, do you think you could give us a minute?” the dangly yellow stallion asked, and Sugar Belle nodded as she walked out. But not before giving Smolder a brief hello, stepping out of the room right after. If the pink unicorn was attracted to Smolder, she gave no indication of such. But that didn’t matter as Smolder looked at the stallion. There was no fear, that would imply that Mr. Cake, despite his good heart, was actually physical competition for the dragoness. So she stood up straight with a blank expression as she made eye contact with the freckled stallion. After a few silent moments, Mr. Cake exhaled as he smiled a little.

“So I’m assuming you’re the one who has been with Mrs. Cake all week,” Mr. Cake stated. “And yes, I’m aware that due to your sexuality, that means I wouldn’t be involved in any sort of way. Which is fine, and on top of that, I’m planning on taking care of the foals for the week while you three sort out whatever it is you need to sort out. I don’t need to know.”

Flicking his orange tail towards Pinkie, Smolder had received confirmation from just looking at the pink mare. Being completely quiet for a change, the poofy pink earth pony was still clear in her intentions. Her ears, tail, and flanks twitching sporadically, Pinkie’s eyes were on Smolder the whole time as the ends of her smile reached her ears. Only snapping out of staring at the mare when Mr. Cake approached the dragoness, Smolder saw the yellow stallion offer a forehoof and a bigger smile.

“Just don’t be a stranger, alright?” Mr. Cake requested. “Nothing stopping us from being acquaintances at least. Especially if you’re fucking my wife.”

The words, which were the blunt way of putting the situation, really put it all into perspective for Smolder. The yellow stallion, given that he and his wife had an open relationship, was still far nicer than the dragoness anticipated. And Smolder was no homewrecker, slapping her claw onto the stallion’s forehoof as she shook it and grinned at him.

“That seems more than fair, Mr. Cake,” Smolder decided. “And really, if you need the help around here during the week, just let me know.”

“Glad to hear it,” Mr. Cake glanced at Pinkie over his shoulder, noticing the pudgy pink pony shaking and twitching even faster. “Oh Celestia, I better leave you to her. The Legion of Doom couldn’t stop her when she gets like this.”

Smolder was about to ask what Mr. Cake meant when he practically galloped out of the kitchen. The look in Pinkie’s eyes suddenly shifted, and for a dragoness staring at a pony, Smolder suddenly felt like prey for a moment. What she was planning on saying to Pinkie was not only out the door by everything being brought into the open, but because of the pink party pony bouncing towards Smolder and reaching her within a second. Her heart thundering in her chest, Smolder knew Pinkie’s personality. To an extent. Seeing the pink mare in this state almost made Smolder forget what she was there for.

“So y-you clearly know that I’m the dragoness Mrs. Cake was talking about, and I had a few questions about the boo-”

“You know I can’t think properly when you smell like that.”

“Huh?” Smolder gawked, noticing that the pink mare wasn’t even looking up at the dragoness. Instead, Pinkie’s absurdly fat balloon-marked cheeks jiggled up and down, her cotton candy looking tail swirling around enticingly as she stared directly at Smolder’s shorts. Placing a forehoof on the hem of the dragoness’ shorts, Pinkie yanked them down and gasped at the sight of the dragoness’ steadily hardening length. With Mrs. Cake, there was at least a buildup of getting to know the older mare for who she was. But with Pinkie, as Smolder should’ve assumed from her adventures in the book, it was cutting to the chase. Smolder had no interest in complaining, not when the desire was plastered all over her teacher’s face.

Then, Smolder flinched as she heard the kitchen door open and close behind her with a sharp locking sound.

“Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie shrieked, not taking her eyes off Smolder’s length as the pink mare openly salivated. “Please please please let me share this with you! I promise I’ll behave!”

Considering that the pink mare had just yanked Smolder’s shorts down not a few seconds ago, Smolder was curious as to what Pinkie’s idea of “behaving” was. Though, with Pinkie starting to glance up at Smolder expectedly, the dragoness was relieved to notice that her teacher was waiting on both her and Mrs. Cake to give the go ahead.

“Well,” Mrs. Cake appeared at Smolder’s side, looking up at the dragoness with her crimson tail brushing against the she-stud’s scaly orange tail. Fluttering her eyelashes up at Smolder, Mrs. Cake continued. “That’s up for her to decide…”

Smolder had no doubt what her answer would be, feeling the unlimited opportunities of the world as she knew it unfolding. No more would she be reduced to the lonely and stinging pain of repression, as the dragoness had Pinkie inches away from her length and Mrs. Cake pressed against her scaly side.

There were going to be a lot of questions answered, and way more fun to be had in the next few days…