The Royal Foalbearers

There were very few days that Sugarcube Corner was silent. With the eccentric baker that lived there, no day seemed like a quiet one. But as the sun rolled down the sky, Pinkie Pie found herself alone. Surprisingly, the social butterfly was glad to be alone for this moment.

She hummed to a song in her head as she adorned her work with decorations. It was a large cake dyed the color of midnight. The frosting was white, and melted chocolate rolled down its layers. One of Pinkie’s more elaborate creations. Of course, she had to go all out when making a cake for a princess.

“Hm… this one is weird too.” She pinched the candy she'd been molding in her hands. The top layer of the cake was supposed to be circled by sharp horns, but each one she made came out disfigured. They were meant to be straight and narrow, but each time she grabbed one, her mind began to wander. Before she knew it, the candy would turn thick and droopy. Despite this, she still stuck them on the cake and chuckled. “Hehe. I wonder if she'll notice.”

The sharp ring of a bell caught Pinkie’s ears. With the front door opened, Pinkie turned around and faced the potential customer.

“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner!” she called. “What can I… oh!”

“I hope I haven’t disturbed your work, Pinkie.” Upon her name being called, she hopped from her chair and approached Luna. Her eyes were bright and her expression was cheery. “Perhaps I should have sent a notice first?”

“That’s okay! I don’t mind surprise visits.” She grinned. “What brings you here?”

“To make amends for my previous reward,” she answered. “I am still greatly indebted to you and wish to be of some help to you.” She looked around the shop. The tables and chairs were spotless and in order. Lines of pastries laid behind a large glass display. On the counter next to the display, Luna’s cake was out on full display. She read the lines on the top, her eyes widening. “Is that... for me?”

“Oh! That was supposed to be a surprise,” she said with a nervous chuckle. “I thought I should throw you a welcome-back party! Well, the cat’s out of the bag, now.”

“I… am thankful.” Despite her words, Luna frowned. “It seems my debt continues to grow.”

“It’s no biggie,” she said with a wave of her hand. “But if you wanna do something for me, how about helping me make something?” Luna perked up, and her smile returned.

“That would be wonderful,” she said with a nod. “Please, tell me what I must do.” Pinkie’s smirk showed a hint of deviousness before she spun on her heel and headed for the kitchen.

“This-a-way!” she exclaimed. She circled the counter and disappeared behind the doorway to the back room. Luna followed suit, sparing one last glance at her cake before leaving the front entirely. “We’re gonna be making some babycakes!”

“Babycakes?” repeated Luna. She put her hand to her chin. “I am unfamiliar. A new recipe, perhaps?” Pinkie giggled, then tapped her head.

“Yup! Something I came up with pretty recently.” Sugarcube corner’s kitchen was certainly something to behold. There was a large table in the middle, with several burners and sinks built into it. The counter to the back of the kitchen was well stocked with baking utensils and ingredients. Pinkie quickly grabbed a large mixing bowl from that stock and placed it on the center table. “Well, I haven’t made it yet. Never had the ingredients till now.”

“Ah, I see,” said Luna. “What do we need?”

“Oh, it’s very simple!” she said, skipping over to the fridge. “Some milk, some eggs, flour, semen. There are some other things, but we can leave those for later!” Luna raised an eyebrow.

“Apologies. I believe I misheard you,” she said. Pinkie retrieved most of the ingredients from the fridge, placing them on the counter. “The ingredients… Can you list them again?”

“Sure can! Eggs, milk, flour...” Pinkie reached for each one as she said it. She cracked the eggs with one hand, pouring the milk as she discarded the shells. She measured a healthy amount of flour in a measuring cup before tossing it into the bowl. “And finally, the main ingredient, semen!”

Luna watched in silence as Pinkie tended to the bowl until the mixture became a thick batter. She approached the side of the table Luna was standing on before placing the bowl at her feet. Next, she reached for her waist, popping open the button on her skirt and dropping it to the ground. She pulled at the hem of her tights, leaving her entire bottom half bare in one swoop. Luna’s eyes widened as she hopped onto the table and spread her legs wide enough to show off her pussy.

“Alrighty, we’re ready!” she said, reaching for her crotch. With two fingers she parted her lips, her arousal already beginning to drip out. “Put her there!”

“Pinkie… I no longer understand.” Luna shook her head. “Semen is not… a conventional baking ingredient. Unless something has drastically changed.” Pinkie shook her head.

“I’m not a conventional woman!” She tapped her head again. “I like to think outside the box. And for this recipe, I need you inside my box!”

“If you truly needed my semen for this recipe, why not allow me to bring myself to orgasm?”

“It won’t taste as good, silly!” she said. Unconvinced, Luna frowned.

“If I take part in this recipe, you will not be able to avoid becoming pregnant,” warned Luna. “My seed is special. It will be a foregone conclusion.” Pinkie’s eyes narrowed, and a devious grin crept onto her face.

“Well, yeah,” she said, lowering her voice. “Why do you think I named ‘em babycakes?” Luna opened her mouth to respond, but a wave of realization washed over her. Her smile slowly transformed into a laugh.

“It appears that I have been fooled.” Luna’s horn lit up, her clothes disappearing in a blink and pop. Luna swore she could almost see Pinkie’s eyes twinkle. “It seems as if you would also like to become my Foalbearer.” Pinkie giggled, her eyes dipping down to Luna’s cock. She was silently proud that her memory served her well when making those cake horns. “Preparations must be made, so I ask of you to be pat—”

With speed betraying her wider frame, Pinkie launched herself off of the counter. She crashed into Luna, wrapping her legs around her back and her arms around her neck. Not giving her even a moment’s rest, Pinkie dove down on her, pressing their lips together. Pinkie’s tongue broke through her defenses, lashing out at Luna’s wildly.

Losing the battle above, Luna decided on a different angle. Her hands began to buzz with magic and slipped underneath Pinkie’s shirt. She pressed down against her lower back and allowed the magic to seep through. As it reached her, Pinkie pulled away.

“Heheheh. Hey, that tickles!” she giggled. “Whatcha doing?”

“I am preparing your body,” Luna answered before continuing her work. She slid up Pinkie’s back, only making her laugh more. “This is a ritual normally performed by a mage before any sexual contact has been made. I will have to improvise.” She moved her hand to Pinkie’s front, lifting her shirt up as she did so. Pinkie’s bust was large, nearly bigger than Luna’s hand. She pressed down on it, turning Pinkie’s giggles into small moans. Finally, she pinched down on her nipple, with a surprising jet of white following along with it.

“Ah!” Pinkie let out a cry of surprise. She reached for her other breast, pinching it just as Luna had with similar results. “Milk!”

“A possible side effect of the ritual,” explained Luna. “It seems as if your body is very compatible.” Pinkie shook her head.

“I forgot to add milk to the bowl!” She pouted. “Now they won’t be as fluffy.” Luna blinked in disbelief.

“Were you truly trying to make those confections?”

“Of course!” Pinkie quickly nodded several times. “I’m always serious when it comes to sweets!” Luna’s eyes widened, then she laughed.

“I see!” Luna’s hands returned to Pinkie’s hips, gripping her butt in her palms. She maneuvered her until her tip knocked on the door of her small cunt. “Well then. Let’s add the proper ingredients.” Pinkie purred in anticipation. Luna's head squished against her lips as it parted them. Each inch she took made her breathe a bit heavier.

In a display of strength, Pinkie clenched her legs together, managing to pull Luna’s hips toward her. She gobbled up inch after inch until she finally felt Luna’s balls rest against her ass. Pinkie let out a long sigh, then bit down on her lip.

“T-Truly extraordinary,” Luna grunted. “You have quite the body to be able to take my whole length at once.” Pinkie laughed breathlessly.

“It’s not easy,” she said with a grin. “But it’s so worth it…”

Once again, Pinkie was the one to take the initiative. She bounced her bottom half up and down, each thrust downward pressing her ass against Luna’s balls. She pulled her hands back from around Luna’s neck, taking large handfuls of the princess’ own large bust.

“Hehe. You’re big all over the place,” said Pinkie, carefully massaging her breasts. “Are these puppies gonna start leaking too?”

“Not… likely,” Luna grunted. Her breaths were labored, likely because she wasn’t used to being on the receiving end. “As I will not be carrying the foal, I have no need for it.” Pinkie let go of her breasts, instead propping her own up to Luna’s face.

“Wanna taste?”

“I cannot,” she said. “That is for the foal, not I.”

“C’mon, I have plenty!” Pinkie shook her breasts in Luna’s face, small droplets of milk dripping from her nipples. She stared at them with a stern look but eventually relented. She opened her mouth, covering both of her nipples at once. Pinkie let out a small moan as Luna suckled them. “Hmm… tastes nice doesn’t it?”

Using Pinkie’s distraction to her advantage, Luna tightened her grip on Pinkie’s ass. With a solid slam inward, she took control back from her. Pinkie’s pussy squeezed her tight like it refused to let her leave after she pushed in. Her entire lower body was put into a workout as she fucked Pinkie’s pussy into a mess.

“Mhmhm, more…” Pinkie’s eyes narrowed, and she once again wrapped her arms around Luna’s neck. She brought Luna’s head to her chest and held her tight. “Give it to me… gimme, gimme, gimme!” She obliged her request, shoving her hips forward with vigor. She revved up, reaching a speed seemingly impossible from her current position. But there was no way she could keep up that pace forever.

With a hefty grunt, she plunged in one last time. Her balls slapped against Pinkie’s ass retracting inward to send waves of cum up her shaft. Pinkie huffed and puffed, humming her approval as the hot cum bubbled up inside of her.

“So much…” she murmured. “Filling my belly up…” Luna continued her assault. Large orbs of cum drooled from her tip and into the deepest folds of Pinkie’s pussy. Not even after it slipped down her balls did she stop.

Neither really knew how much time had passed when Luna’s dick slipped out of Pinkie. The cum streaming out of her pooled in the bowl Pinkie had left beneath them. Both were out of breath and panting, but Pinkie managed to move first. She unwrapped her legs and slowly descended to the ground. Her feet pressed against the cold floor, and she stumbled. Luna reached out to support her and to stop her from falling over.

“Hehe. Thanks.” She looked down and grabbed the bowl from the floor. The mixture was soaked with cum, as was the floor and table’s side. She swiped a bit off of the rim and licked her finger. After smacking her lips, she smiled up at Luna. “This’ll work!”

“I’m glad to hear that," she smiled. Luna channeled magic through her horn but Pinkie grabbed her shaft, interrupting her. “P-Pinkie? What's wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said. “It’s just…well… babycakes isn’t the only new recipe I’ve been thinking up.” Pinkie’s eyes shone light jewels under the moon’s glow. For the first time in… most likely a millennium, Luna felt a shiver down her spine. “Feel like doing some more prep work?” Luna opened her mouth to retort, but only sighed instead.

“For my savior… no challenge is too great.” She smiled, stepping toward the flames. “Please… tell me what I need to do.” Pinkie smiled back.

“Okie dokie!” she said, turning to the fridge. “Wait till you hear about baby bars!”