Author's Note

Contains futa on female with voyeurism, masturbation, blowjobs, ball-sucking, vaginal, anal, creampies, breeding kink, guided sex, stealth kitchen sex, talk of past experiences, and lots of juicy mare orgasms!

Pinkie's Pussy and Ponut Pounding

“Why yes, Pinkie, of course you can join in the fun with us~”

Smolder’s wolfish grin on her dragon muzzle earned a giant gasp and loud Pinkie squeal that was bubbly and contagious. While Mrs. Cake’s warm and relaxing motherly personality was a delight over the past week, Smolder couldn’t pretend that she didn’t also enjoy the novelty of another personality in the figurative bedroom. Pinkie, while still considerably older than Smolder, was far younger than Mrs. Cake and not yet tied down to a partner or any foals whatsoever. Especially if those images in her recipe book were any indication, Smolder thought specifically of the lesbian and futa ones that particularly appealed to her. Pinkie quickly glanced at Mrs. Cake beside Smolder and narrowed her eyes at her boss with a growing smirk.

“Mrs. Caaaaaaaaaake?” Pinkie drawed out the name, her ears flickering as she winked at Mrs. Cake knowingly. “Considering that this she-stud got to have you all week, and I’ve never fucked a dragon of any kind before, you don’t mind if I hog her to myself today do you?”

“Well, I get to watch and maybe warm up Smolder a little here and there when needed,” Mrs. Cake didn’t phrase the words as a question, but waited for Pinkie to give a jump in the air that caused her fat pink cheeks to ripple and clap as she gave an open-mouthed grin.

“Yes! Of course!” Pinkie rejoiced. “Plus you could give me some pointers here and there, you’ve got a leg up on me with experience for a change!”

Mrs. Cake chuckled and slowly rolled her eyes at the remark, taking a few steps back and snickering at Pinkie’s pony nostrils wiggling and flaring up with the smell of Smolder’s spicy musk. Her eyes lighting up before she lunged and smashed her muzzle against the dragoness’ fat balls, Pinkie gave a deep inhale before pulling away and looking at Smolder.

“While I know you haven’t fucked a dragon, seems like there isn’t many other creatures that you haven’t fucked already,” Smolder smirked as she ran her claw through Pinkie’s poofy pink mane. “I saw some of the pages in your book when Mrs. Cake was passed out, she gave me an éclair that was supposed to only temporarily give me a dick and that didn’t exactly change back.”

“Sounds like you’re not upset about that, though?” Pinkie guessed. “I mean, you probably would’ve hauled your way to Canterlot to where Twilight is if getting it off was such an emergency…”

“You would be right about that,” Smolder admitted. “While my pussy was nice, I don’t really miss it too much. There’s something to be said about the experience of being balls deep in a mare, whether it be her pussy or ponut. I can’t blame guys for liking the feeling…”

“Just blame them for their shittiness,” Mrs. Cake’s face scrunched up as she added to clarify. “Stupid drakes back in the Dragon Lands.”

“Ah, that sounds like a story that might kill the mood,” Pinkie winced. “We can talk about that later, but yeah! I’ve fucked yaks, griffons, hippogriffs, had an adventure orgy with the seaponies once, and fucked all three pony races both males and females! But I haven’t bedded a dragon yet, haven’t really had the chance to properly do so with how aggressive they were each time I met them…”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Smolder scoffed.

“Mmmhm, well, are there any big Nos I should be aware of? Hard turn-offs and maybe not yets?” Pinkie asked, her smile fading into a blank expression as she awaited Smolder’s answer. For all of the chubby pink mare’s social obliviousness, she seemed far more capable of giving her partners a safe and fun time, way more than the drakes that Smolder pushed to the back of her mind. Thinking of various sexual situations she enjoyed and others that she had only heard of in passing, Smolder nodded as she replied.

“Any sexual situation involving another dick, whether it's on a dude or another futa, is a super hard pass for me. I’m into having a cock, but not involving other ones if I can help it,” Smolder explained, removing her claw from Pinkie’s mane. “Having any objects in my asshole is not something I’m really ready for right now. But maybe I could ease my way into trying that out soon?”

“If you want,” Pinkie shrugged, smiling a bit as she placed a forehoof on Smolder’s shoulder before continuing. “Of course, I’m going to assume any extreme stuff is off the table until you tell me otherwise. Are there any questions you have for wittle ol’ moi?”

“Well, what did you want to do?” Smolder asked. “I don’t know how much time you’ve thought this scenario over, but I’d like to know what you like in order to get a good idea.”

“Well I’d like to start off with the basic blowy, pussy-pounding, and ponut-pounding,” Pinkie explained. “Whatever order feels most natural for you, but I’d like you to sample all three of my holes so we can figure out what works best for us in the next few days.”

“Well I don’t know if a bed is important to you, but we’ve got a perfectly good counter right here that I’ve fucked Mrs. Cake on,” Smolder smirked, walking up to the counter that Mrs. Cake seduced her only a week ago. The dragoness had no clue that her life would change this profoundly in such a short amount of time, and was in awe of such a turn of events as Pinkie walked to the other side of the counter with an extra trot in her step before throwing most of her body onto the counter. With Pinkie being considerably bigger and taller than the shortstack that was Mrs. Cake, her upper and lower body down to her crotchteats were on the counter, but her hindlegs hung off the counter and nearly touched the ground as her poofy tail was moved to the side to reveal her darker pink ponut and pussy lips. Smolder walked around till she was behind the pink party pony, realizing that despite Pinkie’s casualness that she was about to fuck her own teacher. Or at least warm her up before that, Smolder decided in her head. The dragoness still needed to get hard, and she’d be remiss if she didn’t taste Pinkie first like she did with Mrs. Cake.

Leaning forward and grabbing each of Pinkie’s ass cheeks by the balloon cutie marks, with Pinkie’s bright pink ass only being smaller by a margin in thickness compared to Mrs. Cake, Smolder leaned her muzzle forward and stuck her long dragon tongue out to draw it from the bottom to the top of Pinkie’s pussy lips with her eyes closed. Not expecting to be warmed up herself, Pinkie shuddered and bit her lip as her forehooves gripped the edge of the counter. Smolder tasted from Pinkie Pie a strong cotton candy like flavor with the taste of bright candies, awakening something in the young dragoness as her tongue slipped inside Pinkie’s pussy.

Mrs. Cake, committing to what she said she’d do, walked up to the scene and crawled between Smolder and the counter till the slowly rising dragon cock that she’d become addicted to was pressed against her blue muzzle. Taking a deep inhale and getting that spicy masculine musk as the dick was draped over her face, her eyes briefly rolling to the back of her head from the smell, Mrs. Cake smirked before she then full-on pressed her face against Smolder’s balls and began slathering them with her tongue. Taking a ball and sucking it with her mouth, Mrs. Cake groaned but kept herself from getting too loud so as to not interrupt Smolder’s first time with Pinkie. Smolder felt the warm pleasure of the MILF sucking her balls while pushing further into Pinkie’s pussy until her entire muzzle slipped into the slightly loose confines of the party pony. Smolder could’ve guessed the open slut had probably got it on with someponies in Canterlot when she had the chance, and somehow the thought turned her on more as she used her draconic tongue to wiggle inside Pinkie’s walls and caress her g-spot. Pinkie’s walls clenched down on Smolder’s muzzle, and the orange dragoness kept her eyes closed in case the party pony had an unexpectedly quick orgasm while keeping her claws on the pink mare’s cutie marks the whole time.

Mrs. Cake, hearing the lewd wet sounds of Smolder’s muzzle penetrating Pinkie’s pussy, as well as the party pony unable to bite her lip anymore as she gave high-pitched whines, switched it up as she removed her tongue from Smolder’s balls. Pulling her face away from the futa dragoness’ balls, she made out with Smolder’s monstrously thick cock by slathering her tongue from the base to the middle, then to the tip before briefly kissing it. Then, staring at the tip of Smolder’s weapon, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath before opening her mouth wide and engulfing at least half of the dragoness’ bitchbreaker into her mouth and past her throat. While not a common fan of deepthroating due to the sore aftermath of it, Mrs. Cake was far more turned on than usual bearing witness to her more youthful employee getting corrupted by the beauty of futa dragon cock. After getting enough of Smolder’s meat in her mouth and down her throat, feeling her eyes fluttering with the fiery warm bliss taking over her body, Mrs. Cake slowly moved her face back until only the tip was still in her mouth before pushing down again. Bobbing her head up and down Smolder’s dick, Mrs. Cake began fucking her own mouth with the dragoness’ bitchbreaker as she felt her pussy getting wetter…

“Haaah, nnngh, fuck!” Pinkie whined in a high pitch, her ass cheeks practically clenching down on Smolder’s face in a way that got the dragoness harder within the confines of the blue-furred MILF’s mouth. Having her muzzle deep inside an entirely new mare while having her dick sucked by the one that took her virginity elevated Smolder’s enjoyment to new heights, feeling herself reach full mast inside of Mrs. Cake’s mouth while Pinkie’s fat ass quivered more. Certainly different from Mrs. Cake, Smolder didn’t realize how vocal Pinkie could be, even though she wasn’t full-on screaming thanks to Mr. Cake, Sugar Belle, and potential customers outside. Though after closed hours, Smolder would love to make the pink party pony properly scream. Feeling Pinkie’s pussy walls clench more, as well as feeling like a minute or two more of Mrs. Cake’s sucking would make the futa dragoness pop, Smolder slipped her entire length out of the blue mare’s mouth as well as pulling out her muzzle.

“Hope you didn’t mind the help even though this is Pinkie’s first time with you, dearie~” Mrs. Cake moved away from the counter as she stood back up on all fours, fluttering her eyelashes at Smolder with a fair amount of spittle glistening on her lips.

“Are you kidding? I could never say no to you, Mrs. Cake,” Smolder snickered as she flew up onto the counter to place her feet on each side of Pinkie’s ass cheeks. “Though, yes, you’ve made it very clear everything is up to me…”

Smolder lowered herself until the nearly foot-long futa bitchbreaker of hers was pressed against the pussy lips of Pinkie Pie, whose hole was further exposed from Smolder inserting her whole muzzle in it. Pinkie gasped from feeling such a hard sensation, and felt hornier than the time she had half the adult yaks in Yakyakistan run a train on her ponut. While the current moment was more about Pinkie and Smolder’s first time with each other, the party pony would’ve been more than happy to tell the dragoness about her past endeavors if she felt comfortable hearing them. Though, if Mrs. Cake’s excitement was any indicator, Pinkie’s entire world was about to be blown out of the water.

“Ready?” Smolder asked. “Just tell me if I’m going too fast or if you want me to go faster~”

“Okie dokie artichokie!” Pinkie cheered, her poofy tail swishing back and forth and nearly smacking Smolder in the face several times as her innocent-looking smile turned into a deeper smirk with her bedroom eyes staring at the dragoness over her shoulder. Smolder blushed at the unexpected shift as she placed her claws on Pinkie’s cutie marks before pressing her monstrously thick cock tip further against Pinkie’s pussy lips for a few seconds, before the tip slid inside. Even a slightly looser pussy like Pinkie’s still stretched around the massive girth that was Smolder’s fat cock, and Pinkie bit down on her hoof from the intense yet pleasurable pressure that came with the initial penetration. Mrs. Cake, who was standing closer to the front door to keep anybody from interrupting, took a few steps closer as she smiled gently.

“Pinkie, take a few deep breaths and relax,” Mrs. Cake coaxed her. “I’m sure you didn’t expect Smolder’s dick to be way bigger than the average pony, nothing wrong with that. Now, just allow her in, and try not to be too loud…”

“Haaah, yeah, o-okay Mrs. Cake…” Pinkie pulled back from her hoof, profusely blushing as she looked at Smolder. “Please, keep going~”

“No problem!” Smolder grinned before gripping Pinkie’s ass cheeks even harder as she slid further into the party pony until half her length was inside. Pinkie gave a louder moan deep in feminine bliss, her sounds being far more higher-pitched than anything Smolder heard from Mrs. Cake. Even though her dragon instincts were taking hold, telling her that it was time to claim the mare as her own, somehow the Dragon Greed didn’t take over.

Was that just for each virginity I lost to Mrs. Cake, and perhaps that’s why it hasn’t happened again?

Not that it really mattered, Smolder would plunder Pinkie’s booty either way as she pulled out most of her length from the pink mare’s pussy before sinking half of her length back in. Hot and firm sexual pleasure spinning in Pinkie’s mind, the pink pony gritted her teeth as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. So badly did Pinkie want to cry out for everypony to hear, but instead moaned loudly through her teeth as she felt Smolder slowly moving in and out of her pussy.

“She…fuck! Doesn’t have any of the fertility spells on her, does she?” Pinkie whined as Mrs. Cake shook her head. “Haah, w-what a shame…”

“Wait, what?” Smolder’s jaw dropped as she had most of her dark orange cock inside Pinkie’s pussy depths, staring at Pinkie wide-eyed. “Are you saying that you’d want to get knocked up by me?”

“Mmmmmmpph!” Pinkie screamed right after she bit her own forehoof again, her light blue eyes fluttering, her cheeks red as tomatoes, and her fat ass shaking around Smolder’s cock as her marecum exploded around it. Smolder gasped as she saw Pinkie’s marecum spill out from all around the futa dragoness’ cock while the party pony’s ridiculously fat ass cheeks rippled and clapped around the dark orange bitchbreaker the whole time. Even if Smolder had no intentions of getting Pinkie pregnant, the fact that the pink mare was turned on by such an act becoming a reality got to the dragoness as well. Smolder imagined Pinkie’s belly nearly hitting the ground as she was pregnant with…eggs, a foal? The dragoness wasn’t sure how that entirely worked, and just assumed she would’ve been full of eggs as Smolder pushed further inside with a fire in her loins. Hilting inside of Pinkie, Smolder felt as the pink party pony’s pussy clenched around her fat cock with a deep satisfaction inside of her. Then, she pulled out and with a swift hunger slammed back into Pinkie as the dragoness savored her rippling fat pink cheeks before repeating the motion.

Mrs. Cake was pressed against the exit door to the kitchen that led to the lobby, preventing anypony from opening it while having her back against it for other reasons. Standing on her hindlegs as well, Mrs. Cake had a forehoof past her blueberry crotchteats and between her legs as she furiously rubbed herself off. Her eyes weren’t quite rolling to the back of her head, still intent on watching Pinkie’s pink and red face as Smolder began jackhammering her in earnest, but her vision was delightfully spinning as she bit her lip to keep her moans to a minimum. While the hoofing of her clit wasn’t the mind-blowing penetration of a futa dragoness, Mrs. Cake still got lost in the sensation as she watched the once timid dragoness blossoming into the she-stud she was meant to be. Smolder snarled as she pistoned her dick in and out of Pinkie, the pink party pony squirting twice more around her dick as she let go of her own forehoof. Her moans were more pronounced and drawn out as she was teetering on the brink of exhaustion from the energy that left her each orgasm, and Smolder occasionally slapped Pinkie’s cutie marks with her open claws to keep the party pony awake.

“Haaah,” Smolder gasped. “Do you want those eggs inside you, Pinkie? Answer me.”

“YES!” Pinkie howled with little restraint, pressing her forehooves against the counter surface as she threw her ass back to meet Smolder’s blurry fast thrusts. “Put your eggs inside me!”

“Fuck!” Smolder snarled, hilting her thick dark orange bitchbreaker entirely into Pinkie’s depths, her fat balls slapping the pink mare’s clit one more time before she emptied said balls right into the party pony’s fertile hot pussy. Hot white ropes that felt warmer than anything Pinkie had felt splashed inside her depths, though it wasn’t anything too hot as to hurt her. Feeling her body filling up till her belly grew a little pudgy from the big creampie, the nut inside of Pinkie felt like a big cup of steaming coffee comforting her insides in all the right ways. She needed to get more of it inside her, and didn’t waste time to look over her shoulder and smirk at Smolder as the dragoness pulled her whole length out.

“Well, if you’re going to fuck my ponut today…” Pinkie began, licking her lips before finishing the statement. “Let me warm you up first~”

“Already wanting more of my dick?” Smolder flew off the counter only to fly in front of Pinkie’s face, intentionally grabbing as much of her big bitchbreaker as she could and wiggling it in the pink mare’s face. The spicy musk wafted in the air right in front of Pinkie, with the monstrous length so close that the mare longed for the heavy weapon to slap her face. Though she didn’t know if Smolder was into giving it that rough to a mare, Pinkie instead waited for Smolder to bring the tip of her softening length to the party pony’s mouth. Pinkie didn’t have the foreplay that Mrs. Cake did with sucking on the balls or gently licking the length, lunging forward like Smolder’s dick would disappear any moment and engulfing as much as she could before the tip hit the entrance of her throat. Tasting remnants of the spicy cum and her own marish juices, Pinkie began to deepthroat Smolder’s fat cock as the dragoness was using her wings to stay mid-air in front of the whorish young mare that was her teacher.

Watching how desperate Pinkie was to get Smolder hard again, Mrs. Cake whimpered and whined from the furious hoofing she was giving herself for a few more moments before her vision exploded into lustful stars. Giving a long deep moan as she felt her own marish juices squirt around her hoof, Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs gave out as she collapsed against the door. Taking deep breaths in her post-orgasm haze, Mrs. Cake felt her chest getting fuzzier as she watched Smolder pull out her fully erect length and flew back to the same position she was in before. Only difference was that with her dark orange cock tip pressed against Pinkie’s ponut, Smolder leaned forward and rested her claws right behind the pink mare’s shoulder. Draping nearly her entire body over Pinkie’s chubbier body, Smolder glanced down at the pink mare.

“Do you need any sort of warmup down there, or is the saliva enough for you?” Smolder asked.

“Saliva is enough, I um, usually clean back there and use special potions in case I get a surprise session with someone,” Pinkie whispered, clapping her cheeks around the tip of Smolder’s cock to further confirm her level of degeneracy. Smolder took a deep breath, seeing less of a point to be overly gentle with the pink mare the more she heard of her stories. She wondered if the other members of the Mane 6 knew just how much of a slut Pinkie was, and if any of them had half as many experiences as she did. The fact that she had claimed and was going to continue claiming the first Element of Harmony was an imaginary medal that Smolder wore proudly, and proceeded to press her length inside and penetrate Pinkie’s pink ponut. Surprisingly not too tight and well lubricated, likely because of the aforementioned potions, Smolder sighed as her dick had returned to its favorite hole. The ponut was very delicious to look at, and both ponuts Smolder had experienced so far had a degree of tightness that the pussy couldn’t replicate. Getting most of her length inside the moaning pink mare, Smolder pulled out most of her cock until she stopped at the tip and thrusted back inside.

“Whose ponut do you like better, dearie?”

Smolder snapped up from her gentle thrusting she had started doing, staring wide-eyed at Mrs. Cake’s big smirk and fluttering eyelashes as she spoke up again.

“Neither me or Pinkie would take offense to your answer, we’re both very different kinds of mares and know everyone has a preference,” Mrs. Cake shrugged, using her sticky forehoof to play with her own blueberry crotchteats while she kept her eye on Smolder.

“Nnngh,” Smolder growled, pressing her claws firmly against the surface counter while beginning to properly thrust into Pinkie. Getting aroused by the older MILF staring at her longingly, as well as testing out her pink-furred teacher’s tight backdoor with her progressively faster thrusts, the dragoness tried to decide with the few thoughts she could muster in the sea of lust. Mrs. Cake’s ponut was tighter, though Smolder still really loved the ponut she was in right now. Taking a deep breath, Smolder glanced down at Pinkie. “S-Sorry Pinks, but it's hard to compete with a MILF’s ponut for me.”

“That’s okay!” Pinkie glanced over her shoulder as she clapped her ass cheeks again, using her poofy tail to caress Smolder’s back as she winked at the dragoness. “She may have me beat when it comes to your physical preferences, but just you wait until you see all the party tricks I have for you over the next few days~”

Smolder gulped, closing her eyes and giving into her escalating dragon lust as she pounded Pinkie’s backdoor harder with each thrust. Growling as she got Pinkie to moan louder despite ponies being outside, Smolder was completely thrown in for a loop as she processed just how determined Pinkie was to impress the dragoness. Yes, Mrs. Cake had the body and age that Smolder found most desirable, but Pinkie in her far more profound level of experience had more tricks up her hooves. Pinkie’s lack of jealousy and refusal to back down at the comparison got Smolder fired up as she thrusted viciously into the pink mare’s backdoor, her dark orange bitchbreaker sliding in and out of Pinkie’s stretched-out dark pink ponut as her fat balls kept hitting the party pony’s pussy lips. The loud PLAP PLAP PLAP rang in the air louder than Smolder’s grunts and even louder than Pinkie’s whorish whines as smoke blew out of the dragoness’ nostrils.

“Yes! YES!” Pinkie moaned in a very high pitch. “Please fuck me everywhere that you want, whether its the kitchen or my bed. On the tables out there, out in the middle of Ponyville! In the theater, under a restaurant table, up in the clouds-”

Smolder snarled as Pinkie kept up her horny babbling about the different places she wanted the dragoness to fuck her in, and imagined that the pink fat-assed mare must’ve had lots of toys on top of fucking everyone everywhere. While Pinkie would without a doubt tell Smolder how great she is at sex, Smolder was still determined to fuck as much cum out of Pinkie as possible. Determined to prove herself as the ultimate sex partner above all of Pinkie’s past and future escapades, Smolder threw her head back and released a short burst of fire as she jackhammered a few more times before hilting herself inside of Pinkie’s ponut. Shortly before hilting inside Pinkie, the party pony brayed to the heavens as she came with only the dragoness’ balls making contact with her pussy. Feeling a creampie inside her backdoor as well felt euphoric beyond words, and Pinkie panted from the crashing exhaustion that hit her all at once.

“Oh Celestia, oh fuck, yes please,” Pinkie babbled as her drooling mouth stopped, her face slumping against the counter as she passed out moments after Smolder pulled her dick out. The dragoness didn’t know how she was going to be able to fuck the both of them while having Friendship School, but she was sure Pinkie would help her figure something out. Mrs. Cake got up, trotting over to the both of them.

“My husband must’ve had Starlight or Sugar use a soundproofing spell,” Mrs. Cake guessed. “Otherwise I’m pretty sure a customer would’ve complained by now. Either way, I’ll go check outside and if the coast is clear, we can take Pinkie up to get a shower.”

Smolder didn’t fail to notice how Mrs. Cake’s eyes drifted onto Pinkie’s leaking holes for a few seconds too long before she walked out of the kitchen. She was sure that if it weren’t for Pinkie passing out, Mrs. Cake would’ve likely got a taste of Pinkie’s creampied holes. An idea hatching in her head, Smolder grinned and licked her own muzzle as she flew off Pinkie and began to slowly move her chubby body off the counter to carry her upstairs…