Smolder’s Bountiful Bakery Beauty Buffet

by Omegathyst

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Fetish, Smolder, Profanity, Violence, Pinkie Pie, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 18152

Now with Pinkie back from Canterlot, and the dragoness' place with Mrs. Cake and Pinkie firmly established, Smolder fully indulges in the MILF again as well as the whorish teacher and Element of Harmony...

All three characters are +18 and are therefore adults!

Now with Pinkie back from Canterlot, and the dragoness' place with Mrs. Cake and Pinkie firmly established, Smolder fully indulges in the MILF again as well as the whorish teacher and Element of Harmony: Pinkie Pie herself. All sorts of delicious, lewd fun is had between the three of them as Smolder discovers new fetishes and gets to temporarily forget about her past stress and struggles...

Cover art done by the talented Uuforya, censoring done by me lol
Contains lesbian Smolder + bisexual/chubby Mrs. Cake and Pinkie Pie, dragondom, futa on female threesome, ponut/crotchteats fetish, MILF/cougar fetish, student/teacher fetish, boss/employee fetish, age difference, open marriage, and more tags for each chapter!

Published 2023-11-05 22:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-16 04:34:02 UTC

Pinkie's Pussy and Ponut Pounding

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…

Big Booty Buffet

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…

Maid to Order

Author's Note

Yes, the next 2-3 chapters including this one are going to be on the shorter side since this installment is just them having the same threesome with slightly different kinks. There'll be a lot more storytelling in the third installment I assure you.

Contains maid outfits, lack of foreplay, vaginal, eating pussy, dual blowjob, deepthroating, Mane 6 fantasies, master/slave roleplay, fade to black, mentioned feet licking/ponut play.

Maid to Order

Smolder, Mrs. Cake, and Pinkie all collectively knew that they couldn’t just fuck the entire time the dragoness was staying there. Not just because they had a business to run, but Smolder’s dearest friends would grow very suspicious if the orange dragoness failed to explain anything she did during her baking lessons. Smolder spent the day doing just those to keep up appearances from sun up to sun down, taking ingredients out of the fridge and pantry room, portioning them out in various cups and bowls, and taste-testing everything before throwing various completed recipes in the oven. All with the guidance of two chubby mares, their once professional relationship completely tarnished thanks to Smolder’s draconic tricks.

There were several times where Smolder had taken over simple tasks to memorize them better, such as setting the right time on the oven, when she heard the moaning and smacking of tongues against each other from behind her. They were not just teasing her, edging Smolder till the end of the day where she’d get to plap their brains out, but they were also savoring each other properly as casual partners. Smolder looked over her shoulder, seeing Pinkie having a forehoof on the older mare’s shoulder as she pushed further into Mrs. Cake’s mouth, her tongue slipping inside as it danced with the MILF’s tongue. Smolder grew less interested with the sweets each time they did that, though for the sake of actually learning something besides fucking, the dragoness persevered and successfully made various desserts for the display case outside…

With the hours stretching on each time the two mares played with her desires, Smolder finally made it to the moment she opened the front door and threw the CLOSED door sign over the doorknob, swiftly returning into the lobby of Sugarcube Corner as she locked the front door for extra measure. Sugar Belle had already left for the day, back home to her husband, while Mr. Cake took the twins out to the park for a night stroll. Though Smolder knew what the yellow stallion was doing, leaving the three of them by themselves. And the past hour had left the dragoness by her lonesome, while Mrs. Cake and Pinkie took care of closing tasks while she took any last minute orders up at the register right up until close. It was very brief, but nice to try her claw at customer service with indifferent stallions and moony-eyed mares.

But with the lobby and dining room completely empty, that left two chubby and sweet-lovin’ mares for Smolder to properly indulge in.

Striding over to the kitchen door, Smolder swung it open and closed it behind her as her jaw dropped at the sight. Not only was the kitchen devoid of any lingering sweets or mess, appearing practically spotless and glistening, there was a glitzed-up mare on each side of the counter. Mrs. Cake and Pinkie were both wearing stereotypically frilly black and white maid outfits, with the former wearing pink lipstick and the latter wearing blue lipstick. The initial question to see if they needed any more help died on her lips immediately, merely feeling the all-too familiar sensation of a tent against her shorts as she was rendered speechless.

With them facing her, Smolder was uncertain if they were wearing any lingerie to match the maid outfits they were wearing, not sure if she’d be more excited to see it there or not. Almost in sync, Mrs. Cake and Pinkie batted their eyelashes at the dragoness as they both turned around and presented their exposed asses to answer Smolder’s unspoken question. That dark blue ponut, that dark pink ponut, both very different flavors. And while they probably had a plan for Smolder to order them around in maid-like ways, that would have to cum later that night. Right now, Smolder was turned on and worked up beyond belief throughout the entire day. She wanted them and wanted them now.

“I’ll be taking what’s mine~” Smolder smirked, dropping the shorts and revealing her stiff dark orange length and its prominent ridges to the drooling mares. Then, she walked over to Pinkie Pie first as she placed her claws on the balloon-marks of her fat pink ass cheeks. Hunger, a kind beyond any dessert Smolder could’ve put on her tongue, raged underneath her scales as she felt an awakening unlike any excitement she felt before coming to Ponyville. She brought the tip of her fat futa cock to Pinkie’s pussy lips, hearing little whimpers and giggles escaping the loud mare’s mouth as she struggled to contain herself. Taking a brief moment to savor her frills, the hat on her head as well as the cute little black bows on her outfit, Smolder snorted smoke out of her nostrils before growling and plunging inside her mare. Pinkie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned dramatically, not that different from a pornstar performing for a show. Regardless of how much of it was deliberate, it was the mating call that Smolder needed to ignite that flame. She glanced at Mrs. Cake out of the corner of her eye, watching the deliciously fat MILF staring at the two of them with her forehooves on the counter as she looked down at the penetration as it was happening.

Smolder sighed, sinking inch after inch of her musky orange cock into Pinkie’s easy yet silky depths before she hilted inside the pink mare. They stood still for a few moments, Smolder feeling that hunger building up and Pinkie shaking and savoring her vaginal walls being so profoundly full, before the orange dragoness pulled out most of her length. This time, she stared down at her own cock as she saw the glisten on it that came from Pinkie’s whorish juices, making sure the tip of her dick didn’t slip out before she stopped. Then, Smolder looked at Pinkie panting, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She had to creampie the mare and fuck her into a cum-drunk state, slamming her thick dick back inside Pinkie. The pink mare screeched a loud “YES!” as her fat ass cheeks rippled from the movement of Smolder colliding into her. Her poofy tail twitched, the horny mare struggled to stay standing up in the face of a ravenous dragoness, and she got off further to the audience ogling them. At least, that’s how it started. Never to be one just to spectate, Mrs. Cake climbed onto the counter and moved forward until her ass was on the cleaned surface. Her hindlegs resting off the counter, Mrs. Cake’s pussy was at eye level with Smolder as she slowly spread her legs open without a word.

Smolder was faced with Mrs. Cake’s pussy lips, that familiar clit that was part of the dragoness’ mind-blowing escape from repression. Smelling the exceptionally sweet flavor from where she was, Smolder lunged her upper body towards the chubby blue MILF as she opened her muzzle and slipped her tongue inside of the blue-furred mother’s vaginal depth. Mrs. Cake threw her head back and moaned, while Smolder kept her claws on Pinkie’s ass as she plapped away while keeping good form despite the fact that she no longer had her eyes on the pink mare. It was a juggling act of the senses, her tail flickering back and forth as she felt flames dancing in her brain. Snarling as she attacked Mrs. Cake’s g-spot and clapped Pinkie’s ass cheeks louder than thunder, Smolder kept her eyes closed as she expected the blue mare’s torrent of mare-cum any moment. She felt the gentle but quivering sensation of the MILF’s forehooves resting on her head, the blue mare’s trembling moans increasing steadily in volume while Pinkie was screaming like a harlot right off the bat. With all three of them having been on edge throughout all the baking lessons, Smolder knew the juggling act was only for a few moments before the incredible happened. Hilting her dragoness cock inside Pinkie’s ass, punching Mrs. Cake’s g-spot with her tongue as hard as she could, Smolder creampied directly into the pink mare’s pussy while the two were undone in an instant. Mrs. Cake and Pinkie both brayed to the heavens as the blue MILF came all over Smolder’s awaiting muzzle while the party pony’s marecum coated the futa dragoness’ balls.

“Thank Celestia I didn’t ruin your outfits just yet,” Smolder rasped as she slowly removed her muzzle from Mrs. Cake’s shaky depths, feeling the blue mare letting go of her while she removed her cock from Pinkie’s sopping wet walls. Smolder turned from Mrs. Cake and admired the maid outfit on Pinkie’s outfit, before looking back to the mare that took her virginity and ogling it on her as well. “Doubt you two expected me to jump to fucking right away?”

“No, that’s exactly what we expected as soon as you walked into the kitchen~” Pinkie giggled as she rubbed her lubed up ponut and creampied cunt up and down Smolder’s softening shaft, getting the dragoness’ magical length hardening again with her hot holes with a very Pinkie-like giggle. As Pinkie was talking, Mrs. Cake got up and jumped off the counter as she stood beside her employee. “But funny enough, that was only the beginning! Whether you want to keep fucking us tonight is up to you, but we wanted to be proper maids for you, Master Smolder. Your chores are our command, and within reason, we will do anything you ask for the next few hours~”

“Oh really?” Smolder felt a flicker of unrestrained greed and a twinge of concern that swiftly followed it, imagining with her draconic instincts how quickly this scenario could derail. If these two fat-assed and sweet-tastin’ mares kept letting Smolder take and take, the best case scenario was that Smolder kept fucking them to the point of getting caught by somepony other than Mr. Cake and Sugar Belle. The worst case scenario was that they lost Sugarcube Corner as Smolder took the two mares before her and fucked them past the point of no return. Mrs. Cake was an incredible wife, mother, and important business owner in Ponyville. Pinkie Pie was one of the most important ponies in Equestria, being an Element of Harmony. The evergrowing fantasy of taking the both of them as her pathetic pony slaves to her dragon dick was equally as hot as it was devastating. Smolder should’ve known better than to keep getting them hooked, but the fountain of sweet candy mare cum was too much to give up. Standing up straight with her chest puffed out, Smolder pointed one digit down at her hardening sloppy junk. “Well, then, you both lick Pinkie’s cum off my cock and properly clean it up.”

“Yes Master~” Mrs. Cake and Pinkie’s mutual moans and heart eyes as they looked up to Smolder sent a delicious shiver in her scales, watching both mares' asses clap as they trotted forward and began kissing up the dragoness’ scepter. Mrs. Cake kept kissing it, likely more passionately than she ever kissed her husband, while Pinkie Pie went down to kiss and suck on the balls. They did this, the quietness interrupted by their prolonged moans and wet noises with their mouths, before they set to Smolder’s bitchbreaker like wolves to a fresh kill. Mrs. Cake had brought her mouth to the tip of Smolder’s cock, heart eyes bright with their hunger, as she aggressive bobbed her mouth up and down half of the dragoness’ length while Pinkie worked on the bottom half by licking off her own cum.

“Sweet Celestia, you two must love being my slaves~” Smolder gasped before she could stop herself, causing Pinkie to stop slathering the dragoness’ bitchbreaker as she stared at her she-stud with half-lidded eyes.

“Of course we do, Master Smolder!” Pinkie giggled, her poofy tail twitching with delight as a bead of drool dropped from her mouth and onto the floor, her muzzle sloppy with her own mix of fluids. “If only you knew just what I’d give up to be with you all the time! I mean, I did tell you that I’d happily send you after my best friends. You don’t think I’d be willing to start a new life as your cock-loving slave?”

“Oh great Celestia don’t go around saying stuff like that!” Smolder groaned, feeling pre-cum shoot into Mrs. Cake’s mouth as she hadn’t slowed down in the slightest despite the mini conversation going on between her she-bull and her employee. She was truly amazed even despite hearing and seeing how depraved Pinkie has been, that she wouldn’t hesitate to convince her friends to become plapping ponies for the orange dragoness. She couldn’t stop thinking of all of them in the time she’d be by herself in the bakery or the moments before falling asleep. Each day taught her just how real Dragon Greed was, with her absolutely destroying these two mares and not even close to satisfied. She was excited in a different way, thinking of all the mares that could have their dreams fulfilled since they wanted her so bad…

However, Smolder had no idea where to start considering she didn’t want to get outed or be known as a lesbian yet. She imagined Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity with their asses turned in Smolder’s direction as they shook their flanks and their cutie marks and ponuts sung to Smolder like a mating call. Smolder snarled, and Pinkie moved aside just in time for the orange dragoness to surge her entire cock into Mrs. Cake’s eager mouth and throat as her vision briefly blacked out to the insane pleasure that came with such a slutty image of most of the Mane 6. Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she enjoyed the spicy hot load going directly into her hungry stomach for several seconds before she pulled away and looked at Smolder with fluttering eyelashes. Pinkie joined her boss’ side as they both looked at Smolder with half-lidded eyes and heavy blushes.

“What next, Master Smolder?”

Smolder, Mrs. Cake, and Pinkie were falling asleep in the latter’s bed with both mares no longer wearing their maid outfits. Smolder was in the middle with one arm around Mrs. Cake and the other around Pinkie as the two chubby bisexy mares had already fallen asleep and were both snoring loudly. Smolder was wide awake staring at the ceiling, though not because of the sounds “her” two mares were making, but because she was smiling wide imagining the blur of hot sex that had occurred after she fucked Pinkie and Mrs. Cake sucked her off. The two did different acts such as carrying her around the bakery, Smolder got to feel the slightly ticklish but enjoyable feeling of both mares sucking off her dragon toes in Pinkie’s bed, and then Smolder fucked both mares’ backdoors after she had watched them eat out each other’s ponuts on the bed.

As if it happened moments ago, Smolder felt a tent in her shorts as she visualized when Pinkie dug into her boss’ ass like it was her last meal. She thought that her interests might’ve been mostly towards MILFs, but Pinkie and her bottomless depravity was starting to shift her interests and give them a little more variety…

Caught Balls Deep

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.

Whipped, Creamy Butts

Author's Note

Contains main theme of foodplay (the common one with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, strawberries lol, nothing too messy), blowjobs, eating pussy, rimming, orgasm through anal contact only, growing competitiveness and tension!

Whipped, Creamy Butts

Smolder’s body felt colder than normal for a reptile, feeling like an army of fast-moving ants were crawling in between her scales as she stared left to right in the grocery store with the small basket of stuff as she walked really fast towards the cash register. She was almost tempted to fly over there to get there faster, but felt like doing so would blow her cover faster. She stopped at the mare behind the conveyor belt fluttering her eyelashes as Smolder completely predicted, though the orange dragoness didn’t really care as she started putting a can of whipped cream, a container of strawberries, and chocolate syrup on the conveyor. It took the cashier mare all of two seconds for her eyes to dart from Smolder’s figure to the items as she grabbed the whipped cream and looked at the dragoness while biting her lip.

“I don’t suppose your relationship is closed, right?” the mare blurted out the words with no shame, no apology. Smolder highly considered just fucking the mare’s mouth in the back in order to “punish” her for sexually harassing her. But she couldn’t just be doing that to any mare that comes her way, not yet anyways. Smolder rolled her eyes as she placed the bits on the counter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, can’t a dragon like sweets?” Smolder insisted, oh how true that statement was.

“Hmm,” the cashier mare backed off right away, scanning the other two items and giving the bag to Smolder. “I suppose she can.”

Smolder felt bad for turning her down as she took the bag and walked out of the grocery store, knowing that she couldn’t risk anything too out in the open as she wasn’t remotely ready to blow her cover. Like it was a super secret mission to be gay, Smolder thought to herself with another more exaggerated roll of her eyes as Sugarcube Corner was in her sights. It was late at night, and Smolder opened the door only to take the key Mr. Cake left for her at the counter and locked the door. The yellow stallion and Sugar Belle were closing up the kitchen and taking care of the twins, leaving Smolder to get up to her hijinks in Pinkie’s room this time. She would miss using the kitchen Mrs. Cake valued so much as proper plapping grounds for taking both her and her employee, but the bedroom was more private and would bring Smolder slightly less worry. The orange dragoness flew up the stairs with the grocery bag in one claw as she approached Pinkie’s door while still flying and knocked on it. The door swished open with Pinkie and Mrs. Cake’s heads poked out with bright eyes as they couldn’t be more excited to try out playing with the food.

“Please, cum in~” Pinkie winked as both chubby mares moved away from the door and allowed Smolder to fly in and land on her feet, using her flexible tail to close the door and lock it behind her as she placed the grocery bag on the bed with more mares already getting started on their shared she-stud. With both their backdoors lubed up in preparation for Smolder taking them again, Mrs. Cake rushed forward and used her teeth to pull down the dragoness’ shorts right away and Pinkie turned to suck on one of her dragoness’ balls. Smolder hummed, though it was mixed with a moan, as she got out all the stuff for her and Mrs. Cake’s first attempt with foodplay. Clearly not Pinkie’s first time, considering it was her idea, and that moments after Smolder laid out the can of whipped cream on the table, the chubby pink mare grabbed it speedily with her flexible poofy tail and pulled away from sucking on Smolder’s ball. Jumping on the bed and onto her back, Pinkie used her tail to move the whipped cream nozzle over her whole body, spraying whipped cream from her neck all the way down to her pussy with a big wink at Smolder. Mrs. Cake turned to the bag and grabbed the chocolate syrup, drizzling it on Smolder’s dick like it was an eclair.

The cold syrupy sensation on her fat dragon cock caused her to gasp, and Smolder cringed a little at the chocolate syrup that fell off her length and onto the carpet. She was glad that Pinkie was willing to use her Pinkie magic to clean up the room, and knew it would take a few seconds for the otherworldly pink mare to do so. Mrs. Cake licked her lips as she seemed undeterred by the mess, quick to open her mouth and suck on Smolder’s chocolate-drizzled length with a happy hum from the mixture of sweet and musk that overtook her senses. Chocolate appeared on the corner of her lips and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she facefucked herself with the dragoness’ bitchbreaker. Smolder brought her claws gently to Mrs. Cake’s face as she slowly thrusted back, watching Pinkie not pout from the lack of attention, but instead taking strawberries with her forehoof and placing them on the whipped cream till she placed the last one right above her clit. Smolder saw her absurdly fat ass and her balloon cutie marks, something the young adult dragoness never tired of, and found herself reaching her peak sooner than expected. Of course, it was that devious Pinkie putting on a show like no other as she looked at her she-stud with half-lidded eyes and winked at the orange dragoness. Smolder groaned as she hilted herself in Mrs. Cake’s mouth and unloaded a heavenly concoction of chocolate and hot dragon seed down the mare’s throat and into her stomach. Mrs. Cake’s moans vibrated against Smolder’s dick during her orgasm in the most pleasant way possible, and Smolder let her enjoy the pleasure for a few more moments before she removed her claws from the blue mare’s head and slipped her dick out of the chubby MILF’s mouth before turning to Pinkie.

“I certainly haven’t forgotten about you, Pink,” Smolder growled as she jumped onto the bed and hovered over the chubby pink mare that must’ve weighed over twice her size. Both Mrs. Cake and Pinkie were definitely bigger than most average-sized dragons, especially the drakes back home, and that was all the hotter for Smolder as she brought her muzzle to Pinkie’s cream-covered neck. Sticking out her long reptilian tongue and wrapping it around Pinkie Pie’s neck and getting that sweet whipped cream, Smolder watched as Pinkie’s head twisted to the side as she heavily blushed and moaned. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes were unfocused, as she gave high-pitched and feminine moans that was music to Smolder. She sucked on Pinkie’s neck fur for a while, her sharp teeth teasing the pink mare before she slathered Pinkie’s floofy chest with saliva and smeared whipped cream. While moving her tongue back and forth, Smolder got all the strawberries that were laid out on the pink mare’s chest and moved her tongue down.

Getting all the whipped cream and strawberries in one fell swoop, Smolder stopped right at the tuft of cream and strawberry right above Pinkie’s clit. Pinkie’s head was no longer turned away from the hyperarousal she was experiencing, able to look down at Smolder’s muzzle hovering right above the strawberry before snapping it in her mouth and licking up the whipped cream. That happened for a brief flash before Smolder pushed Pinkie’s hindlegs wide open before sticking her tongue into the chubby pink mare’s pussy and eating her out while Mrs. Cake got started on putting whipped cream and strawberries on her own body. Though she didn’t carry half of the youthful speed Pinkie did, Smolder noticed that Mrs. Cake stepped up her game by putting spurts of whipped cream and strawberries over her crotchteats. Strawberries and blueberries, Smolder hungrily thought to herself as she attacked Pinkie’s g-spot and tasted the party pony’s cotton candy juices that got her addicted every time.

“Yes, that’s right, EAT ME OUT LIKE A SWEET DESSERT!” Pinkie bellowed as she rocked her hips back and forth by the time Smolder penetrated her pussy with her muzzle to get as deep as possible, no longer able to see Mrs. Cake as she honed in on matching Pinkie’s fire. Sinking her claws into Pinkie’s chubby thigh meat, the pink mare brayed to the ceiling as an explosion of marecum flooded Smolder’s muzzle and entire face by the time she closed her eyes. Fortunately for the three, Mr. Cake had assured them that he’d have Sugar Belle cast a soundproof spell over the downstairs and tell her that it was for Mrs. Cake sleeping in. The pink unicorn would remain completely oblivious, and nopony would be disturbed by their threesome upstairs. Smolder gulped down each mouthful of that tooth-rottingly sweet marecum until it was all gone, pulling back her muzzle and licking it off clean.

“Now for my favorite MILF~” Smolder snarled as she walked over to where Mrs. Cake was, drinking in the way the mare was for her and her only. Having her hindlegs close to a spread-eagle position, still showing off her crotchboobs and pudgy blue belly, Mrs. Cake was a paragon of sweetness and chubbiness that Smolder couldn’t resist. Her eyes were half-lidded, biting her lip, as Mrs. Cake had whipped cream from her neck all the way down to her crotchteats along with strawberries. And much to Smolder’s pleasant surprise, apparently Mrs. Cake had placed spurts of whipped cream over her cutie marks! The orange dragoness saw it best to start with those, not wanting the chubby blue MILF’s cupcakes to be hidden any longer. Lunging forward towards Mrs. Cake’s ass cheek, Smolder opened her mouth and swiped over the whipped generously the first time before lunging again and gently sinking her teeth into Mrs. Cake’s butt. The blue mare yelped in surprise before it turned into a deep moan as she savored Smolder’s dragon teeth on her pony fur.

“Ooooooh Celestia Ahn!” Mrs. Cake moaned as Smolder did the same bite to her other cutie mark, sucking up the whipped cream before jumping over the blue mare like she did with Pinkie Pie earlier. She brought her muzzle to Mrs. Cake’s neck, lashing her fiery dragoness tongue all over and getting the whipped cream. The blue mare looked Smolder in the eyes as she did so, blushing with her tongue lolling out as she panted. Smolder moved down her chest, eating the strawberries like she did with Mrs. Cake until she reached the cream-covered crotchteats with the strawberries on top. Smolder loved Mrs. Cake’s blueberries far more than any strawberry, but the dragoness was still more than willing to humor the MILF-y mare as she ate both strawberries from the blue mare’s crotchboobs before lunging towards the nearest crotchteat. A flavor explosion of both whipped cream and chocolate erupted in the dragoness’ mouth as she realized in that moment that Mrs. Cake had also put chocolate syrup on her blueberry teats, and that was it for Smolder. The chubby blue MILF really had bested Pinkie at her own game even with less experience, and Smolder felt a surge of eagerness at trying something new and making use of Pinkie while playing with Mrs. Cake. Grabbing the whipped cream in one claw, Smolder smirked as she looked at Pinkie basking in her post-orgasm glow.

“Yo Pinkster,” Smolder said, causing Pinkie Pie to look swiftly at the orange dragoness as she placed a lot of whipped cream over Mrs. Cake’s clit and entrance before gently tossing the can on the pink deviant’s stomach. “Why don’t you have the honor of sticking that tongue of yours in my backdoor while I eat out Mrs. Cake here?”

Both her and Pinkie knew it was meant to be a punishment of sorts, for the pink mare being bested by Mrs. Cake when it came to their food displays on their chubby bodies, but the way Smolder worded it and the way Pinkie heard it was like a reward of no other. Smolder never asked Mrs. Cake to put anything in the dragoness’ asshole before, and Pinkie doubted that the orange dragoness would be quick to ask other mares anytime soon. So the pink mare leaped off the bed in a rapid pink blur till she was right behind Smolder’s butt with the whipped cream being held by the hand-like pink curl in her mane.

Pinkie didn’t have to ask Smolder if the orange dragoness wanted whipped cream on her puckering dragon hole, it was implied with tossing the can at her. So the pink mare brought the whipped cream can’s nozzle and placed a generous amount of whipped cream over the orange dragoness’ rim as Smolder leaned forward and started eating out Mrs. Cake. The blue mare happily moaned as Smolder’s tongue played tricks on the MILF’s clit, teasing her in all the right places before she felt the dragoness’ tongue slip in her pussy and caused her to loudly moan. Pinkie tossed the whipped cream can aside and brought her muzzle to Smolder’s butt, or more accurately lunged for the dragoness’ but, as she started licking. Pinkie could realistically use her super fast tongue to clean off all the whipped cream in less than a second, she was Pinkie after all. But with such a unique experience that Pinkie had the honor of giving to Smolder for the first time, the pink mare wanted to take her sweet time and go as slowly as possible. Getting tiny mouthfuls of whipped cream and inhaling the musk around the orange dragoness’ backdoor, Pinkie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the spicy tang hit her nostrils with full force. It was like she was smelling mango habanero from Smolder’s backdoor, and it was a strange combination with the whipped cream. But Pinkie was a huge fan of strange combinations, and dug in slightly faster as she gulped whipped cream till she got the savory saltiness of Smolder’s spicy butthole.

“Ooooooooh~!” Smolder gasped as she felt the ticklish yet pleasurable sensation of Pinkie’s tongue on the outside rim of her butthole. Granted she didn’t really have a ponut, but Smolder’s backdoor to the pink mare held a special appeal all on its own. Smolder stopped briefly to enjoy the new sensation, not quite as exciting as plapping a mare, but it was surprisingly pleasant and encouraged her to continue with Mrs. Cake as she placed her claws on the blue mare’s thighs and dug into her pussy as her long dragoness tongue attacked her prey’s g-spot. Mrs. Cake’s legs swiftly clamped down on Smolder’s head with a long moan as the dragoness penetrated her with her muzzle while Pinkie decided to do the same with her she-stud’s backdoor. Inserting her tongue into Smolder’s ass, Pinkie felt Smolder gasp into the blue MILF’s pussy as she moved her long dragon tail out of the way to further enjoy what was happening to her.

With eating out Mrs. Cake and getting a tongue-push to her backdoor from Pinkie Pie, Smolder’s untouched cock was steadily getting harder and ready for a second orgasm before the night was over. Then, Smolder felt Pinkie’s tongue hit a spot unlike no other, and the orange dragoness’ eyes nearly bulged out of her head from the surge of pleasure that got her cock fully erect. It took her a moment, especially since she was still muzzle-deep in Mrs. Cake’s pussy, to realize that Pinkie must’ve found her p-spot and was taking full advantage of it. This time, Pinkie’s tongue was as fast as it could be, moving like rapid fire and hitting the p-spot a dozen times a second. Smolder lost a lot of focus on properly eating out Mrs. Cake, something that she thought was impossible, and felt an unfathomable amount of pleasure from Pinkie’s otherworldly tactics. She moved her claws from Mrs. Cake’s thighs to the bedsheets as she desperately gripped them for dear life, trying to salvage her lapse from eating out the blue mare as she lapped her tongue best she could. Mrs. Cake cooed, rocking her hips back and forth as she gave a wolfish grin at the she-stud both her and her employee were using. Smolder was sandwiched between eating out a mare and getting eaten out by a mare. The orange dragoness had hoped that she’d be able to fuck Mrs. Cake with her hard length, but each second brought her closer and closer to-

“HNNNNNNNNNNG,” Smolder moaned, her arms thrashing against the bed as she loudly vibrated Mrs. Cake’s pussy walls, inadvertently causing the chubby blue MILF to cum all over the dragoness’ face from the touch. Pinkie giggled into Smolder’s ass as she doubled her speed, causing Smolder to blow her sticky load all over the side of the bed. Pinkie felt her heart flutter with excitement and satisfaction from having made Smolder lose control, something she didn’t think was possible without the dragoness’ dick being inside of her. The dragoness panted and gasped as she pulled her muzzle out of Mrs. Cake’s pussy, too overwhelmed with the intense orgasm to bother licking the juices off her face.

“Holy…oh fuck,” Smolder groaned as she involuntarily bucked her hips into Pinkie’s muzzle, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pinkie pulled her mouth off Smolder’s asshole, bringing her forehooves to the scaly she-stud’s ass cheeks and savoring the tone of them as well as the hard scales that contrasted her silky soft fur. After a few moments of doing this, Smolder groaned as she slowly stood back up on her legs.

“That was…” Smolder blushed with realization. “A lot more powerful than my regular orgasms.”

“Oh so I gave you your best orgasm yet, did I?” Pinkie walked around to be beside Smolder, smirking up at her and waggling her imaginary eyebrows before looking at Mrs. Cake with an expression dripping of sugary sweet smugness.

Mrs. Cake’s gaze was mostly unfocused from the intense orgasm that hit her own body, but she narrowed her eyes at Pinkie and her growing efforts to prove herself superior to the blue mare. It was starting to get catty, when it was at first playful to the point where they were even making out with each other. But with Pinkie leading Smolder to the shower and affectionately headbutting the dragoness’ hip, Mrs. Cake suddenly got a bad hunch that the pink mare was going to take everything way too far and throw Smolder into a situation where she was way in over her head…