Author's Note

Contains the main theme of BDSM and Exhibitionism, safewords/cues, blindfolds, ballgags, vaginal, rimming, spanking, mane-pulling, tail-pulling, fucking in front of a window, getting caught, taking off post-sex, cliffhanger ending (sorry!)

I'm working on finishing up a lot of personal stories that are incomplete, so it'll be a while before the sequel involving the next set of characters is out (yes I said set, so expect two more characters for Smolder besides Fluttershy)

Caught Balls Deep

It was Smolder’s last day before she’d no longer be with the two mares everyday, she had to go back to the School of Friendship and learn dumb lessons there that weren't necessary for her. What better way was there of learning friendship than getting very very friendly with two chubby mares from sunup till sundown? But she knew that with Mrs. Cake having a family, this wasn’t something that was going to last for long. Smolder sighed, though her disappointment as she walked down the stairs with the two chubby mares behind her was overshadowed by a far more intense feeling of nervousness as she was going to try out an idea from Pinkie that was different from their vanilla sex sessions. Or at least, vanilla in comparison to this.

It was late at night and the bakery was closed with the doors locked, and the three walked towards the dining room with the pink mare having a couple of special supplies resting on her back as Smolder stopped at the table in front of the window. Mrs. Cake’s intuition was right, as Pinkie was eager to propose something that would’ve turned Smolder’s scales pale if she wasn’t so experienced with sex now. Mrs. Cake walked behind Pinkie Pie, not ogling her ass cheeks or holes like before but instead looking at the multiple blindfolds, ballgags, and even ropes with friendlier materials than the rough lassos that Applejack used on Pinkie’s back. Still, Mrs. Cake was content to do whatever Smolder wanted with her even if she thought Pinkie was starting to be…well…

“You don’t mind if strangers see us from the window, dearie?” Mrs. Cake remarked to Smolder, and Pinkie made a distinct roll of her eyes that surprised the chubby blue mare. Though Smolder looked at the two mares as they approached the table she was at with a thoughtful expression and a shrug.

“I’ve thought about it a bit last night, and I’m kind of tired of hiding who I am this strictly,” Smolder admitted. “I don’t really care if a few strangers see, and my friends hear some rumors or some dumb shit. I can just make something up and only Ocellus and Sandbar would believe the rumors.”

“Why would…” Mrs. Cake paused, before deciding she didn’t want to ruin the mood. Especially when Pinkie dumped all the stuff on the table and looked at the blue mare expectedly.

“So considering you think this is too intense, I suppose I’ll blindfold myself and tie myself up? I’ve done it before~” Pinkie giggled as she looked away from her boss and fluttered her eyelashes at Smolder before picking up the blindfold with her forehoof. Mrs. Cake scowled as she threw her chubby body on the table next to them and moved her crimson tail to the side, spreading her hindlegs a little to show off her dark blue ponut and pussy lips with a pointed glance at Pinkie.

“I wouldn’t have joined you two if I didn’t want to participate,” Mrs. Cake huffed, starting to tire of Pinkie’s presence and thought longingly of the times when it was just her and Smolder. Pinkie Pie was a paragon of debauchery and corruption, always pushing to try something different and test what Smolder was willing to do. She thought it was cute and fun at first, but now wondered at what point Pinkie would draw the line. Would she be permanently a dragon’s slave in the near future, keeping Smolder all to herself in a cave while getting endlessly fucked on a pile of treasure? Mrs. Cake bit her lip as she felt her pussy lips getting soaking wet, still aroused by the chubby pink mare even if she was a tiny bit annoyed by her. Maybe if she was a lot less horny she would put a stop to everything and tell off the slutty mare, but Mrs. Cake was too turned on to not be complicit in Pinkie Pie’s whorish schemes. Ignoring the thoughts causing her dripping arousal, Mrs. Cake continued. “I’ll offer myself up to Smolder near the window if she’d like to have me first.”

“Remember, we can change up any part of this or forgo it altogether if you don’t feel comfortable,” Pinkie reminded the orange dragoness before placing a blindfold and ballgag in Smolder’s claw as she took it and walked up to the older blue mare’s face. The young dragoness, only a few weeks shy of turning nineteen, stared at the deep pink eyes of the mare that had lived longer than her. And yet the both of them, who enjoy the push and pull of their own silly sexy games, ended up both becoming props to Pinkie’s perverted schemes without even realizing it. Even now, Pinkie had assured Smolder that this was all her choices and she could back out. But the problem was that every setup that the pink mare made was hotter than the last, showing both the strong she-stud and the chubby MILF that Pinkie Pie was the biggest and most determined whore of them all.

“Thank you, Pinkie,” Smolder ended up saying instead, briefly casting her gaze in the chubby pink mare’s direction before looking back to the mare that took her virginity. Mrs. Cake’s familiar gaze brought a rush of comfort, a similar feeling as eating a delicious cookie or drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate. She almost forgot what she was about to do to the married mare that welcomed her in her kitchen and even the bedroom of her marriage. Her heart pounded in her chest as she got an affirmative nod from the older mare before firmly yet carefully tying the blindfold around the mare’s eyes.

“Is this comfortable?” Smolder asked.

“Yes, I’m ready for the ballgag.” Mrs. Cake insisted.

“And of course, none of this kind of stuff would be proper without a safeword, even if the one who can talk probably won’t use it,” Pinkie admitted. “So you two figure out that one amongst yourselves.”

“Sardines?” Smolder blurted out the word as the first one that came to mind, and Mrs. Cake nodded thoughtfully so Smolder placed the ballgag on the chubby MILF’s mouth as she repeated herself. “Sardines it is then.”

“Mmmmmh mmmm ngh,” Mrs. Cake remarked despite the obvious object in the way, and Pinkie squealed in eager excitement as if she was throwing a party, bouncing up and down to the table where Smolder and the blue MILF were at before looking at Smolder with a big wide grin.

“Looks like she’s all ready to go!” Pinkie giggled. “Though I must ask, can I have a turn at your asshole again Master Smolder? I think the orgasm from being balls deep in her fat MILF cunt while I’m tongue-punching your p-spot would make for an even better orgasm than last time I did it.”

“Go ahead,” Smolder grunted, walking around to face Mrs. Cake’s holes and flying off the ground so the tip of her fat bitchbreaker was level with the blue mare’s dripping pussy. She initially planned on eating her out to get her in the mood, but somehow the chubby blue mare was already plenty turned on despite appearing more reluctant to the situation. Perhaps she was playing up her concerns to be modest, but just in case…

“Did you want to do this, Mrs. Cake?” Smolder asked. “I know you’ve been with some stallions before outside of Mr. Cake, but I wasn’t sure how public you wanted your sex life to be.”

Pinkie was quick to take off the ballgag and hold it in her forehoof as the chubby blue mare answered.

“Some of my gal pals already know,” Mrs. Cake waved a forehoof. “And Pinkie made sure that nopony that was too young was out and about this late, so we don’t have that concern either. Plus, my hubby promised me that he’d handle any other damage control.”

“Damn,” Smolder’s eyes widened briefly as she blinked really fast for a couple of seconds before snapping out of it. “I really should get him something nice, he didn’t have to do any of this.”

“Of course sweetheart~” Mrs. Cake giggled as she flicked her crimson tail. “Now I’m hot and ready to go if you are, don’t be afraid to spank those cutie marks of mine or pull my mane or tail a little. This is a M&M scene after all.”

“BDSM scene,” Pinkie corrected her boss.

“Oh right, I don’t even think we have the rights to sell those,” Mrs. Cake shook her head, before clapping her loud resounding cheeks centimeters away from the dark orange tip of Smolder’s cock. “Sorry for being distracted, Master Smolder. But please do enjoy me however you’d like, and I’ll personally clap the table with my forehooves five times if I need to stop. Since uh, my safeword is kind of hard to do with a ballgag.”

“Oops,” Pinkie admitted before placing the ballgag back on the blue mare’s face. Normally she was on top of every detail imaginable when it came to throwing threesomes, orgies, and the like. But her horniness as she watched Smolder grab her boss’ cupcake cutie marks and plunge several inches of cock into the chubby MILF’s wet pussy made the pink mare more aroused than ever before. Pinkie Pie stared briefly down at her boss, licking her muzzle as she savored taking in the appearance of the blindfolded blue mare and the red ballgag in her mouth. Those muffled moans were like music to Pinkie’s ears, and she looked at Smolder growling steadily as she hilted her cock inside the married mare. Pinkie wasn’t really worried, not when she knew the dragoness to be a rough beast already. Adding some equipment to the equation wouldn’t be anything crazy. Pinkie skipped to behind Smolder, her pussy clenching away at nothing as she watched the she-stud move her thick dragon tail to give the pink mare room to eat that butt. The pink mare lunged, placing her forehooves on Smolder’s scaly toned cheeks before rimming that backdoor like her life depended on it. There was something insanely addicting about the sweet spiciness to it, likely because Smolder had been eating more cupcakes and sweets lately. Not half as much as the chubby mares, because Smolder somehow against the odds didn’t put on a few pounds from being in a bakery so frequently. Just enough to give Smolder’s asshole a mango habanero-type of flavor.

Smolder savored just how rough she could be with Mrs. Cake, and found herself staring at the window to see if any strangers would pass by and gawk at the show. Some passed by without even looking as they likely had somewhere to be, Smolder sighed before pulling back and thrusting back in Mrs. Cake’s tight hole. She kept doing this for several minutes, firmly yanking the moaning mare’s mane and sometimes tail, smacking Mrs. Cake’s cupcake marks with a loud resounding smack. But only a couple of stallions noticed with jaw-dropped expressions before bolting off. Smolder almost wished the cashier mare from earlier would show up. Nothing. After feeling Pinkie’s aggressive touch punch her p-spot for the 50th time, Smolder groaned as she slapped her dark orange balls against Mrs. Cake’s clit and closed her eyes as she hilted herself and blew her load in the chubby blue mare’s cunt with Pinkie’s tongue rearranging her backdoor. Stars exploded in her mind as she gave a deep moan of delight, amazed at the best orgasm she had thus far. It was certainly a wonderful note to leave these two mares on…

That was, before Smolder opened her eyes and looked at the window.

With their heads practically pressed against the window, Smolder’s five best friends were all staring at the threesome with wide eyes and mouths dropped. Gallus and Sandbar looked completely dumbfounded, Ocellus’ eye was twitching and her limbs were shaking as if she was absolutely mad about what she was seeing, and Silverstream and Yona’s shocked expressions changed. The hippogriff and the yak were heavily blushing unlike the other three, the latter biting her lip. A whirlwind of thoughts hit Smolder’s mind at full-force as she debated what to do, the sudden sexual attraction that she was seeing on Silverstream and Yona’s faces was shocking to say the least and was a lot to process in its own right, but the faces of the other three and the horror that was dawning upon them to different degrees was not what she wanted to deal with right now…

“Sardines!” Smolder gasped, and Pinkie pulled away from the dragoness immediately as the she-stud then pulled out of Mrs. Cake’s pussy.

“What’s wro-oh shit,” Pinkie’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head, stepping forward and taking the blindfold and ballgag off of Mrs. Cake as she gasped loudly at the two rushing towards the front door. Looking over her shoulder, the blue mare looked at Smolder.

“What do you want to do?” Mrs. Cake asked.

“I have to get out of here and lay low for a bit,” Smolder hugged Mrs. Cake around her neck, the shocked blue mare placing her forehoof on Smolder’s claw before she flew over to Pinkie and did the same. “This is goodbye for a bit, sorry about the abrupt moodkiller.”

“Smolder, I’m so sorry!” Pinkie shrieked as Smolder flew out the front door and took off, the screams of her friends trying to call to her blurring as she zoomed almost as fast as Rainbow Dash right before a Sonic Rainboom. With the wind whipping her face and Ponyville disappearing behind her, there was no chance for her flying friends to catch up. She was past the clouds and staring at the moon as she plotted what to do next. She needed some time to figure out how to handle her friends’ reaction, take a breather, get over the guilt of leaving Mrs. Cake and Pinkie to clean up her mess. But cold haunting terror plagued her body as she guessed that her parents would know about this in a matter of weeks at best. Snarling and throwing her claws over her face, Smolder threw her arms to the side as she roared into the sky. Birds scattered as she realized what she had done.

Shit, find somewhere to go!

Making up her mind, remembering the soothing gaze of one of her teachers that calmed her down for a brief peaceful moment, Smolder flew down into the forest and flew past a bunch of trees with branches occasionally whipping at her face and shoulders until she stopped at an all-too familiar cottage.

Standing in front of the door with her heart pounding hard in her chest, Smolder took a deep breath before knocking on the door.