Author's Note

Contains fucking on the counter/floor, oral sex (both pussy and dick), double-teaming, facefucking, facesitting, vaginal, anal insertion of utensils, lesbian makeout sessions, reverse cowgirl, hoofjobs, facials, and cumshots!

Big Booty Buffet

Sunday morning, the morning after Smolder had fucked Pinkie Pie for the first time, the dragoness had been helping the two fat-assed mares with the basic tasks in Sugarcube Corner. From putting stuff in the oven to stirring various bowls of batter, Smolder had helped Mrs. Cake in the kitchen while Pinkie was getting stuff done at the School of Friendship despite it being the weekend. While she had her fun with Mrs. Cake many times over, the blue mare still returned to her bed with her husband. And with Pinkie insisting that Smolder not return to her dormroom, that left the dragoness choosing to share the bed with the pink mare. While Smolder was helping Mrs. Cake in the kitchen, Mr. Cake was off taking care of the foals while Sugar Belle was at the counter taking orders and checking the dining room.

With a dramatic swoosh of opening the kitchen door, Pinkie galloped in right after closing the door behind her.

“Guess what!” Pinkie squealed, barreling into Smolder and nearly knocking the lighter dragoness onto her butt as she looked up at her with big blue eyes. “I officially left a slip to Headmare Starlight Glimmer, that you don’t have to come into class for the rest of the week. I told her that you have important baking classes you took on with Mrs. Cake, and Starlight told me she’d let your friends know that your focus is of the utmost importance! They shouldn’t bother you anytime soon, which will leave you a lot of uninterrupted time with me and Cup Cakey over here~”

“You sound like you have something specific in mind, Pinkie~” Mrs. Cake giggled with her eyes fluttering at her employee, stopping stirring the batter for a batch of strawberry cupcakes she was about to bake. There was no guise of professionalism that they needed to maintain with each other anymore, not since Mrs. Cake personally witnessed Pinkie getting fucked for the first time. She even helped with the whole affair! Dropping the spoon in the bowl, Mrs. Cake moved from her side of the counter to approach Smolder and Pinkie. “But what about Sugar-”

“I told her to not come into the kitchen, came up with an excuse about Smolder being nervous about baking,” Pinkie explained with a wave of her hoof, before smirking up at Smolder. “You’ve fucked the both of us on separate occasions, so now you obviously should fuck the both of us together…”

Smolder inhaled, the excitement rushing through her body even more on top of how thrilled she was at how effectively Pinkie finessed the situation so the dragoness could have whatever sex she wanted with the two mares for likely the rest of the week. She didn’t know how much Mrs. Cake’s responsibilities as a wife and a mother would take away from that, or if one of her friends would still stop by to ask questions. Most likely Ocellus, Smolder realized as she shook her head. She didn’t want to think of her friends back at the School of Friendship, not when she had such lovely fat-flanked mares in front of her.

“Well, perhaps you two should bother getting me warmed up first,” Smolder placed her claws on the counter, bucking her hips forward and back as her dark orange cock steadily got hard. Mrs. Cake and Pinkie wouldn’t stand for the crime that was leaving a hard futa dragoness cock unattended for that long. They both lunged forward, Pinkie sucking on Smolder’s fat balls while Mrs. Cake started swirling her tongue around the dragoness’ cock tip. Smolder then thought of her plan, to get them more involved with each other. The fact that Mrs. Cake got around some in an open relationship and Pinkie got around ten times as much made Smolder shocked that their paths had never sexually met up until the day before. The she-stud intended to change that very quickly.

“Mmmmm,” Mrs. Cake hummed as she opened her mouth and proceeded to stretch out her jaw to accommodate the beastly length she was taking in. Salivating, her drool dripping onto Pinkie’s poofy mane below, neither mare cared the slightest bit as they were more than willing to get down and absolutely dirty for the she-stud that was unfolding before them. Pinkie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she sucked vigorously on one of Smolder’s fat balls, instinctively clapping her fat balloon-marked ass cheeks loudly to hopefully get the dragoness’ fat cock inside of her first. Though she had to compete with the older Mrs. Cake, the blue-furred MILF that already knew what Smolder liked. Even though Mrs. Cake was competition in some ways, Pinkie couldn’t help but stare at the older mare’s ass jiggling less aggressively as Mrs. Cake’s main focus was slipping as much of her mouth past Smolder’s cock as possible. Stopping as the monstrous tip of Smolder hit her gag reflex, Mrs. Cake breathed deeply through her nostrils before pulling out until only the tip was inside. Then, the blue mare swiftly moved down and repeated the same motion several more times. Pinkie then switched to the other ball to also give it a proper sucking, and Smolder eventually closed her eyes from watching the juggling act. If she kept staring down at Mrs. Cake’s deep pink fuck-me eyes while Pinkie slathered all over her dragoness balls like it was her last meal, Smolder knew that she would blow her load early. Who knew how hot it would be to be serviced by two mares instead of one?

“Please, Smolder, can we touch ourselves?” Pinkie gasped as she separated from Smolder’s balls entirely, panting and blushing profusely as she waited for the dragoness’ answer.

“Hmmm, yes and no,” Smolder snickered, feeling her fully erect cock twitch with her blossoming idea as she opened her eyes and smirked down at the two mares. “Pinkie, I’m going to fuck the daylights out of Mrs. Cake on that table. But I’ve got an important job for you. While Mrs. Cake warms me up, I want you to warm her up. Don’t be afraid to push her past the point of return a couple times, just don’t go too crazy with her, okay?”

“Okie dokie!” Pinkie bounced away from Smolder’s dick entirely, hopping over to behind Mrs. Cake as she placed her forehooves on her boss’ cupcake cutie marks. Up until that moment, Pinkie was never given an opportunity to touch her boss in such a lewd manner, and the pink mare was further enticed by the deep moan Mrs. Cake made from the surprise groping. Any sort of worry Pinkie might’ve had from crossing the boundary of boss and employee to partners in the bedroom was dashed as Mrs. Cake’s eyes glanced at Pinkie while the older blue mare had her mouth full of dragon cock. Mrs. Cake drooled an excessive line of saliva that dripped onto Smolder’s balls and then the floor, staring at Pinkie before going back to looking up at Smolder and bobbing her mouth up and down the dragoness’ cock. Twerking her ass, Mrs. Cake moaned louder as she waited needily for Pinkie to take action. Who was the younger pink mare to deny her boss such an implied request? Pinkie licked her lips before plunging her muzzle between her boss’ fat ass cheeks, opening her mouth and licking Mrs. Cake’s highly sweet flavor with a deep moan from the taste. Then, crossing the boundary took on a far more arousing feeling than it should’ve. Eating out her boss that had given her a place to live and a job, doing something she wouldn’t have thought to do if it weren’t for Smolder, proved just how dedicated the party pony was to impressing the futa dragoness. She would do nearly anything for Smolder, if only to get her ponut and pussy plapped again by the superior dragoness dick. With that in mind, Pinkie plunged her entire muzzle inside of Mrs. Cake’s pussy as she closed her eyes and senselessly clapped her own ass cheeks for Smolder. Perhaps if she performed enough for the dragoness, Smolder would go back on what she said and fuck Pinkie on the table instead.

Mrs. Cake was on cloud nine being sandwiched by both Smolder’s cock and her young employee’s vigorous pussy-eating, moaning hard as she inhaled the musk of the dragoness and got her cake licked by the pink mare. She slammed her mouth and part of her throat down on Smolder’s dick, deepthroating from just how aroused she was being in the middle. And then, when she felt Pinkie’s muzzle penetrate her pussy walls, Mrs. Cake brayed loudly against Smolder’s cock as she came clapping her dumptruck against the pink mare’s face. She had only slept with stallions, married one even, and never bothered to explore her sexuality until Smolder arrived on that fateful day. And now she had a sapphic taste, Mrs. Cake couldn’t see herself going back. She didn’t want to fuck the other stallions anymore with the exception of her husband, and imagined replacing them with mares she met at a gay club. Perhaps even Pinkie if this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

Smolder stepped back, on the verge of an orgasm as she stopped herself just in time. Slipping her entire length out of Mrs. Cake’s mouth, Smolder heard the older mare moaning loudly for a brief moment before she realized her mouth was no longer plugged by cock. Trying to keep her voice down with a heavier blush, Mrs. Cake still loudly panted as she felt Pinkie’s forehooves firmly pressed her cutie marks while the younger pink mare’s tongue viciously moved in the blue mare’s pussy. Clapping her ass even harder now that she heard that Smolder had stopped getting her own dick sucked, Pinkie prayed to Celestia that the dragoness would get behind her and fuck her brains out again. Instead, right as Mrs. Cake’s chubby body started trembling in anticipation of a second orgasm, the blue mare gritting her teeth as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, Smolder spoke.

“Alright, that’s enough Pinkie,” Smolder breathed, feeling more power in each word she said. She wasn’t a helpless dragoness anymore, her words held meaning, and she puffed her chest out as she watched her party pony teacher pull her slickened muzzle out of Mrs. Cake’s wet cunt. “Help Mrs. Cake onto the counter, and perhaps your turn will cum quickly enough…”

Pinkie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as her tail switched, before she moved in a blur around Mrs. Cake. Within seconds, Mrs. Cake was on the counter on her back, her hindlegs splayed out in anticipation of Smolder’s incoming dragoness dick. Biting her lip, having her forehooves playing with her own crotchteats while showing off both her holes, Mrs. Cake’s display was an irresistible siren’s call to Smolder and her edged cock. Snarling as she opened her wings and flew onto the counter, Smolder landed her feet on the edge of the counter as she grabbed the older mare with her hips and yanked her close until the tip of her twitching cock was against Mrs. Cake’s pussy lips. Pinkie felt both disappointed that Smolder wasn’t eager to fuck her right away, and turned on by the challenge. She would impress Smolder yet, even if she had to pull out all the stops to do so. Trotting over and leaning against the kitchen door like Mrs. Cake did the day before, Pinkie sat on the floor and splayed her hindlegs as she began furiously rubbing her clit to the show that was about to unfold.

“I’m so glad that quickie wasn’t our last time together,” Mrs. Cake breathed as Smolder’s muzzle leaned close to her face, already looking forward to the drool that would spill from the young she-stud’s lips and onto her. Smolder quietly nodded, ready to feel the sensation she so desperately desired just as much as the older mare did, growling as she penetrated the moaning mare. Mrs. Cake threw her head back, instinctively clamping her hindlegs around Smolder’s hips and trapping the dragoness where she was. Smolder groaned, pre-cum spurting into Mrs. Cake’s depths as she processed just how hungry the older mare was for the dicking she deserved. Especially watching as her bitten lip turned into a deep predatory smirk, the older mare seeming to savor how she was transforming the once lost and confused dragoness. Smolder felt her control slipping, remembering how vulnerable she was when Mrs. Cake had clapped her ass cheeks on that fateful day. Now she was quickly falling into an escalating addiction of fucking mare cunt and ponut, and had no intention of ever stopping.

“Oh fuck, yes, grrrrrr fuck!” Smolder grunted as she couldn’t close her eyes, too far gone in her slipping rut-lust. She pushed until her entire length was inside, hilting Mrs. Cake’s MILF cunt as her balls were firmly pressed against the blue mare’s ponut. She felt Mrs. Cake’s legs tighten against her dragoness body as she started plapping the older mare in earnest on the countertop, while being further spurred on by Pinkie’s stifled whimpers and moans. She could never get enough of fucking a mare, reaching her claws forward for Mrs. Cake’s delectable blueberry-like crotchteats and twisting them as the blue mare failed to keep her voice down more and more. Mrs. Cake was overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure that was being swiftly thrust upon her, from the dragoness’ claws twisting her crotchteats to the blur that was Smolder’s bitchbreaker stuffing her pussy and plapping her body. The amazing part was seeing Smolder’s cock actually making an imprint in her stomach area without her body getting hurt from it. This was thanks to a recipe Pinkie gave the two of them the night before, one that allowed Smolder to properly hilt them for the next several days.

The knocking on the kitchen almost brought Smolder and Mrs. Cake’s crazed fucking to a halt, though seeing Pinkie stop right before her orgasm to get up and swiftly opening the door, closing it before Sugar Belle could see the lewd happenings in the kitchen, caused Smolder and Mrs. Cake to continue their fucking. With each vicious plunge that Smolder made into her favorite MILF’s depths, the dragoness wondered more and more if Sugar Belle did know about their debauchery and was simply waiting her turn since two mares were company to Smolder, but three would be a crowd. Then again, Smolder wondered if she could take on three mares at the same time…

Though, she needed to get past the threshold of taking on two mares as soon as she came inside Mrs. Cake. After a few more thrusts, Smolder snarled and Mrs. Cake couldn’t help but bray to the heavens as they both climaxed in unison. Mrs. Cake clenched her hindlegs really hard around Smolder’s midsection while the dragoness plunged her entire length deep into the blue mare’s depths. Spurting hot loads of her spicy dragoness seed right into Mrs. Cake’s stomach, pump after pump ballooning the mare till she looked to be in the early stages of pregnancy, Smolder came one more big rope inside at the fantasy. She knew that soon enough, her lewd time with Mrs. Cake would cum to an end, and Smolder would have to move on. Whether it involved finding out her plan post-graduation, or fucking mares, Smolder was certain of one thing.

She would not be living at the Dragon Lands ever again, she didn’t care if Ember or even her own family begged her too. The sweet and sensual experiences that Equestria delivered were sensations that Smolder couldn’t get enough of. Mrs. Cake blushed as she smiled deeply up at the dragoness, and Smolder grinned back as she slipped her still-hard erection out of the blue mare’s depths. Flying off the counter and towards the back of the kitchen, Smolder got cleaning supplies in one claw and a mop in the other as Mrs. Cake slowly jumped off the countertop.

“Oh, dearie, you don’t have to do that,” Mrs. Cake chuckled as she watched the gentle-dragoness spray the cum-stained countertop and began wiping the surfaces with a cloth. “I would’ve been happy to take care of it…”

“Come on now,” Smolder laughed. “If I’m going to pound you two several times over, the least I can do is clean up and help you both keep up with orders…”

“Yes! Oh my goodness, thank you thank you thank you!”

“Great Celestia, does she ever lose her energy?!”

Smolder’s eyes were wide, choosing to experience something that she never would’ve seen herself doing with Mrs. Cake: letting a mare top her in the physical sense. Realistically, she could still grab Pinkie’s ass and thrust into the mare. But her mind was blown at the pink mare’s enthusiasm with what she was doing. As soon as Pinkie came back in the room, she explained how Sugar Belle knew about what was going on and had used a magical spell to soundproof the kitchen so that no customers could hear their lewd threesome. And Pinkie explained that while she wanted to bounce up and down on the dragoness’ cock, Smolder was still calling the shots and the pink mare simply wanted an outlet for her excitement. So there Smolder was, laid out with her back on the floor and her legs outstretched as Pinkie’s fat ass dropped on her over and over again in a reverse cowgirl position. She was fucking herself on Smolder’s dick, the dark orange length disappearing in her pussy before she lifted herself up and slammed her fat ass down on the dragoness’ dick. At times it took Smolder’s breath away, how ridiculously turned on she was by the pink mare’s introduction of “power bottoming” as she had called it. While Smolder loved fucking mares into a drooling mess, there was a certain special magic in watching Pinkie so desperate for dragoness dick, that she was willing to do all the work herself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as drool slipped out of her mouth and onto the floor with each vicious slam she made to hilt all of Smolder’s dick. Her fat ass cheeks enveloped Smolder’s cock whenever her pussy walls didn’t, and hearing Pinkie’s once restrained moans turn into loud screams caused her to lose control. Placing her claws on Pinkie’s cutie marks, Smolder snarled as she thrusted up into the slutty mare.

“YES! YES! FUCK A FOAL INTO ME, KNOCK ME UP AND BREED ME!” Pinkie bellowed, her pupils shrinking as her poofy pink tail sporadically twitched as her slams and Smolder’s thrusts fell in sync with their bodies colliding with loud plaps that echoed throughout the room. Mrs. Cake was standing on all four hooves nearby and watching the whole scene before her, blushing deeply and biting her lip before glancing at Smolder.

“Smolder, be a dear and let me use your face?” Mrs. Cake asked. “Though I doubt you’d say no to having a faceful of cake…”

“Of course I wouldn’t say n-no,” Smolder gasped as she tried and failed to keep up with the increased speed of Pinkie’s vicious slams onto her dick. The dragoness took several deep and intentional breaths, knowing that her entire vision was going to be taken away by big blue MILF ass. Her senses would be completely eclipsed by the spiraling sensation of lust, and Smolder couldn’t be happier. Watching as Mrs. Cake took her place behind Pinkie’s ass, her hindlegs on each side of Smolder’s face as she parted her crimson tail to the side, her pussy was right above Smolder’s face as she slowly squatted down. Eventually, Mrs. Cake’s pussy landed on Smolder’s muzzle and was penetrated by it shortly before the dragoness’ long tongue eagerly attacked the blue mare’s g-spot. Feeling Mrs. Cake’s fat ass clench harshly around her muzzle, while feeling Pinkie’s ass slamming down on her as if she was planning to milk her of all her dragoness seed, was causing Smolder to get closer and closer to her limit. Mrs. Cake bounced up and down on her face, wiggling her rippling ass cheeks and releasing her deep-toned MILF moans while Pinkie screamed like a filly on prom night. Smolder couldn’t decide which one she liked more at the moment, though Pinkie’s voice eventually shined through.

“YES, COMPLETELY RUIN MY BOSS! I’LL GET YOU TO RUIN EVERYPONY ELSE, EVEN MY FRIENDS! FLUTTERSHY, APPLEJACK, RAINBOW DASH, EVEN RARITY-AHN!” Pinkie’s whorish words were interrupted by her own orgasm as she convulsed into a lewd scream with marecum squirting all over Smolder’s pistoning dick. Moments after, she felt Mrs. Cake grunt loudly, twerking all over Smolder’s face before she squirted all over it. Almost like an act of ownership that drove Smolder over the edge. She would want nothing more than to be Mrs. Cake’s servant, at her beck and call to fuck the MILF into a drooling mess whenever she asked. But alas, she was married and with a business no matter how many times the dragoness wanted to fantasize otherwise. And on top of that, imagining Pinkie essentially delivering her friends to Smolder on a slutty platter only strengthened the dragoness’ powerful orgasm. Pinkie could get each and every one of them addicted to her cock, though Smolder wished to have her first time with the lovely Rarity without a third involved in the act. There seemed to be so much to the marshmallow mare to learn, and when the time was right, Smolder would find out…

“Mmmmmmph, mmmmmm~”

Mrs. Cake and Pinkie had gotten up while Smolder was still laying on the floor, the two of them licking the pink mare’s pussy juices off the dragoness’ dark orange cock. The blue MILF and the pink party pony took turns fondling Smolder’s balls with their forehooves, and Smolder knew that she was that close to getting the two to get it on with each other. So very close to pushing them off the edge of having a normal boss-employee relationship and into the debaucherous pit of unfiltered lust, she just had to hold off from blowing her load all over their faces until after they started making out. And her cock twitched with a bead of pre-cum as she saw Pinkie move her tongue up from the base to the tip at the same time Mrs. Cake was doing so on the other side of Smolder’s bitchbreaker. Then, their tongues accidentally brushed against each other’s as they both tried to reach the same bead of pre-cum. Both their eyes widened, Mrs. Cake’s longer than Pinkie’s eyes as the pink mare fluttered her eyelashes and smirked at her own boss.

“Oh, um, I’m s-”

Pinkie removed her tongue from Smolder’s cock, glancing knowingly at the dragoness before lunging forward and pressing her lips against Mrs. Cake’s lips. Mrs. Cake didn’t return the kiss at first, glancing wide-eyed at Smolder who gave a wolfish grin and thumbs up before Mrs. Cake turned to Pinkie properly and slipped her tongue in. While the two mares weren’t romantically into each other in the slightest, they were more than happy to get as down and dirty for Smolder’s gaze as possible. And with Mrs. Cake placing a forehoof on Smolder’s dick, and Pinkie doing the same, as they Prench-kissed and stroked off the dragoness’ thick bitchbreaker, Smolder groaned as she was building up to a third orgasm now. While she was reaching her breaking point, the last thing she wanted to do was to stop their incredibly naughty makeout session. While Mrs. Cake was the one to corrupt Smolder into embracing her she-stud side, the orange dragoness was happy to break down the walls of what was once a purely professional and wholesome relationship. There was only one way to make their new dynamic official, and with them moaning whorishly into each other’s mouths while giving Smolder a double-hoofjob, the orange dragoness growled as she came white and sticky ropes of cum all over their manes and faces. Partway through the facial she was giving them, Mrs. Cake and Pinkie turned to have their mouths both open for Smolder.

As several ropes of Smolder’s hot white cum landed on their tongues and further into both their mouths, Mrs. Cake and Pinkie turned back to each other as they connected their mouths again. Moaning louder into each other’s mouths, Mrs. Cake and Pinkie happily snowballed ropes of Smolder’s load back and forth until the dragoness stopped cumming. Then, they parted lips as Mrs. Cake reached for the side of Pinkie’s pink furry neck and licked the ropes of dragoness cum off it. Pinkie shuddered from the feminine-once-forbidden touch of her boss’ tongue. Glancing at Smolder with a horny and edged pant, her face flushed with red need and her body shuddering, the orange dragoness licked her own muzzle as she imagined what the three of them would do after a brief break for stretching and rehydrating…

“Glk! Glk! Glk!”

Smolder knew that she needed to get Mrs. Cake and Pinkie further entangled with each other before she would eventually have to leave, so having the pink mare’s fat ass sitting on Mrs. Cake’s face as the blue mare ate her out seemed fitting. On top of that, Pinkie had her forehooves on Smolder’s toned muscular ass cheeks as she deepthroated the dragoness’ dick. Smolder was sitting on the countertop, her dick right at level with Pinkie’s slightly turned head while she was sitting on her boss’ face. The orange dragoness knew that Pinkie would’ve never made a move on her own boss out of professionalism had Smolder never gotten involved, so the idea of them doing it because she told them to was hotter than she could’ve ever imagined. What was even more delicious was having her claws sunk into Pinkie’s poofy mane as she facefucked the pink mare in earnest. Pinkie’s eyes watered from the pressure of such an intense face-fucking, but with Smolder’s purely vicious dragon dominance plus Mrs. Cake eating out her pussy like it was her last meal, the pink mare was predictably getting off from the double-teaming. Smolder’s spicy musk flooded her nostrils, while the futa dragoness’ balls repeatedly hit her chin as Mrs. Cake had her forehooves on the pink mare’s cutie marks while eating out her employee. The overstimulation got to a point where Pinkie was happily subjecting herself to the intensity of the threesome, shoving her head further onto Smolder’s dick and hilting the thick appendage deep down her throat. She’d definitely need another magical recipe to treat the soreness later, but at the moment, Pinkie Pie couldn’t care less. She had an outlet for the rough treatment, and that was her boss. Using her boss’ face as a cumrag to enact her own perverted punishment on her for all the times she never put out, got Pinkie reaching her breaking point as she screamed against Smolder’s hilted cock, drooling as she convulsed and squirted marecum all over her own boss’ face.

“That’s right, she’s not simply your boss anymore,” Smolder snickered. “You two will be using each other in all the dirtiest and most perverted ways, over and over again until there’s no semblance of normal between you two anymore. Get off Mrs. Cake, you’re going to keep getting your face fucked while your boss uses you a little…”

“Hnnnngh! Mmmmmph! Nnnnnn!”

Smolder was standing near the kitchen door instead of on the floor or sitting on the countertop, her claws on each side of Pinkie’s face as she facefucked the pink mare with them both standing up. Mrs. Cake was behind Pinkie, having washed the big spoon very thoroughly after using it for the various bowls of batter that needed to be finished. And now? That very clean spoon was being soiled again for a different purpose entirely, Mrs. Cake had a small part of the spoon’s handle in her mouth as she penetrated Pinkie back and forth with the spoon. Pinkie shuddered at how degraded she felt from the new experience. Despite the dozens upon dozens of lewd experiences she had, from orgies to defiling marriages to being subjected to consensual free use, Pinkie had never had her boss shoving kitchen objects into her lubed and cleaned out ponut before. Granted they were going to have to throw away that spoon and get a new one, but the naughtiness of being anally punished by her boss got Pinkie crying out against Smolder’s dick as she came without her pussy even being touched this time. With the tantalizing scent of Smolder’s delicious musk and the hot shame that flooded her body with deep forbidden arousal with each time Mrs. Cake defiled her or vice versa, Pinkie couldn’t see a limit to what she would do to the two of them if the dragoness asked.

Smolder was quickly reaching another orgasm, having face-fucked the whorish pink pony for a while now. But then, an idea struck her, slipping her dick out of the whimpering Pinkie’s mouth. Glancing at both Pinkie biting her lip and being red in the face, as well as Mrs. Cake still sadistically fucking her employee’s backdoor with a spoon, Smolder waved for the latter’s attention as Pinkie was already waiting for the dragoness to speak. Mrs. Cake grunted as she pulled the spoon out of Pinkie’s backdoor with a swift pull, causing the party pony to yelp with surprise.

“Rest your forelegs on the counter and present your asses together, I want to properly cum on them,” Smolder growled, watching as Mrs. Cake and Pinkie scrambled to the counter to do just that, leaving the juiced up spoon on the floor. Standing side by side, tilting their hindquarters towards each other to connect their asses, the two chubby mares looked hungrily over their shoulder and into Smolder’s eyes. Mrs. Cake was giving Smolder bedroom eyes, biting her lip, while Pinkie was still needily panting as she held the dragoness’ gaze. This was it, the finale before they were sexually spent and returned to their tasks for the rest of the day. Smolder placed one claw on Mrs. Cake’s ass cheek and the other on Pinkie’s ass cheek, groping both for a greedy few seconds before bringing both claws back to her thick futa cock. Stroking with both claws, Smolder growled as she watched the two of them turn towards each other and lean in almost instinctively. Closing their eyes and pressing their lips together, Mrs. Cake and Pinkie both made the effort to loudly moan as their mouths parted open just the smallest bit to show that they were in a deep tongue-wrestle for Smolder’s pleasure. Smolder couldn’t take it, the overwhelmingly arousing sight of seeing two deliciously chubby mares degrading themselves, seeing Pinkie’s ponut gaping a bit from the spoon moments before, and Mrs. Cake blatantly overpowering the kiss as her employee nearly staggered. Roaring with her fierce dragon dominance, Smolder felt the first rope of hot dragoness cum hit Mrs. Cake’s shoulder, then the next on her crimson mane. Then she tilted just the right angle to get ropes of cum on Pinkie’s body as well, getting an additional surge of arousal simply by seeing a rope of cum landing on the party pony’s balloon cutie mark.

Moments after her orgasm subsided, with Mrs. Cake and Pinkie being drenched in her cum like frosted cupcakes, Smolder walked towards the kitchen door to have Sugar Belle close the shop for “lunch” so the three of them could properly wash up.

All in a day’s work…