Author's Note

In this chapter: Intense D/s, hot filthy married sex, Pinkie learns what a “switch” is.

2. Carrot, hold the cake

“Baking these treats is such a cinch...” Pinkie sang sadly to herself the next evening as she mashed her beans into the shape of a cupcake. “Just a teaspoon of vanilla...” She decorated the top of the blob with a bit of broccoli, then closed her eyes and forced a spoonful down her throat.

Ever since she moved to Ponyville, Sugarcube Corner had been the happiest place for Pinkie Pie to work, but today had been the severest torture! All day long she’d been surrounded by untouchable deliciousness! Cheese Sandwich must have felt like this on that first awkward visit to the family rock farm: sitting right next to so much 100% certified willing Pinkie Pie flesh, yet forced into best behaviour under the stern gazes of Mama Quartz and Papa Igneous, meekly agreeing with Pinkie’s parents that hoof holding ought to wait until marriage.

But unlike that brief period of abstinence, no end was in sight today for our deprived and depraved Pinkie! She couldn’t “snack” from Sugarcube Corner’s sample tray, couldn’t “taste” what she was baking, and of course she couldn’t “clean up” the unsold pastries when the Cakes closed up shop. And now this so-called dinner to end the day! The happy parade of pies in her mind had already packed up its suitcases and left for yummier pastures, and Pinkie’s puffy mane had started to dangerously sag.

“Pinkie, you don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry.” Pinkie just sniffled. Mrs. Cake was trying to be nice, but she just didn’t understand! Pinkie was starving, but not for beans and broccoli! She wanted to dive into a lake of fudge and float all around on a donut while Zap Apple jam rained into her mouth!

Sure, vegetables had their place. Even Pinkie had to admit that you couldn’t have a dinner party centrepiece without fancy carved radishes. Spicy peppers were great for pranks, lettuce and tomato made a sandwich perfect, yeast was super important in baking... yeast was a vegetable, right? But it all had to be balanced! A meal that was nothing but vegetables was incomplete, like a hayburger without cheesy fries and a milkshake!

The Cakes didn’t see that anything was wrong, they sat flirting with each other and enjoying their meal. Pound and Pumpkin were always little terrors at dinner time, but tonight they sat happily in their chairs and eagerly hoovered up broccoli like it was a treat they only got once a week. Pinkie Pie was left all alone with her Pinkie Pain.

“What an excellent dinner, honey bun!” Mr. Cake rubbed his slender stomach in satisfaction.

“Aww, shmoopy do, you’re the one who found that wonderful broccoli in the market.” His curvy wife raised an eyebrow. “And you’re the one who’s going to wash the dishes!”

Mr. Cake blushed. “Oh, that’s right, it’s my turn to, erm, ‘wash the dishes’ tonight.” He chuckled nervously. “Golly, I can’t wait!” His hoof tenderly covered his wife’s as the two ponies looked deep into each others eyes.

Pinkie hungrily devoured the sight. Watching the Cakes be lovey dovey was the only thing keeping her sane! The happy couple had been married for years, yet they still couldn’t keep their hooves off each other. They made sweet woohoo at least twice a day, sometimes even in the kitchen when they thought Pinkie wasn’t around. Even the birth of the twins hadn’t slowed them down much.

In her dreams of the future, Pinkie hoped that she and Cheese Sandwich could keep that sexual heat throughout their lives, but it would never happen if Cheese stepped off the train from Yakyakistan and saw Pinkie hiding her curves underneath a clingy sundress... or even worse, wearing nothing at all! She had to fit into her fuck-me dress! Pinkie chewed a broccoli stem, trying to focus her thoughts on the life of pleasure she deserved.

We’ll be just like the Cakes! she thought. We’ll have a gazillion foals and Cheese will still want to pound me all day long! I won’t even let him sheathe! Whenever he tries to pull out, I’ll just give one naughty lil’ wink and he’ll get stiff again inside me!

“Maybe you should go to bed early, Pinkie,” Mr. Cake suggested. “Starting a diet can be tough.” Yeah right! He thought Pinkie couldn’t see Mrs. Cake running her hoof up his thigh! Gosh, the Cakes’ bed was about to see some smokin’ hot action tonight!

“That’s a good idea,” Pinkie admitted. But it wasn’t! That night, Pinkie’s bed saw no smokin’ hot action at all! Hours after turning in, the unfortunate mare writhed around in the silence of late-nite Sugarcube Corner, unable to sleep, a hunger growing deep within her.

“Aww, this sucks!” she complained to Gummy. “No wonder griffons are so cranky all the time! Even clopping off doesn’t help!” Gummy silently blinked and Pinkie reluctantly reached down to her crotch for the third time that night. “Actually it does help, but not with the hungry bit,” she admitted.

Suddenly a vision of Rainbow Dash’s head floated through Pinkie’s mind, repeating what she’d said on Sunday morning but with an added echo effect: “Protein... as much as you want... protein... come on, Pinkie, do I have to spell it out for you!?”

Hearing that hint gave Pinkie an idea, and she began to drool profusely. “Yes, Rainbow Dash,” she moaned, working her clit with the frog of her hoof. “I know how to get lots of protein...”

“Awesome, I knew you’d get it!” Rainbow Dash’s head called out as it floated by. “While I’m here, have you seen my Daring Do figurines? AJ says she just moved them to dust, but she didn’t put them back! It’s not a big deal, but ugh, I hate that she thinks she can move my stuff when I’m off on tour! Anyways, see ya!” Dashie’s head floated out of sight.

“Wow, that was weird!” Pinkie mused. “Better get at it, though. Pinkie needs protein!” The hungry mare hopped out of bed and crept down the hallway to the master bedroom, where the satiated Cakes were fast asleep after an evening of passionate lovemaking. But Pinkie was sure Mr. Cake had more to give. He must have enough “protein” left in his balls to fill her to the brim! That’s what Rainbow Dash meant, right? Yes, most definitely!

As she opened the door, Pinkie Pie’s nostrils caught the distinctive scent of male sweat and musk. A stallion shaped lump in the bed shifted as Mr. Cake grunted and rolled over, facing away from his beloved wife. Mrs. Cake was lying on her back, lightly snoring and wearing a sleep mask, a satisfied smile spread across her muzzle. Pinkie recognized that smile from the mirror after (or during) a date with Cheese — Mrs. Cake had cum her brains out tonight! She wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon!

Pinkie sneaked up close to her boss and got a good look at the sleeping stallion. In the hot summer night, his body was hidden under nothing more than a thin sheet. No dad bod here — Mr. Cake was so slender and handsome that he almost looked like Cheese Sandwich, the ultimate stud! In fact, fooling around with Mr. Cake now was a great way for Pinkie to learn what sex with Cheese would be like when they were old and married. It was... practice, for later! Yeah! Pinkie grasped the sheet in her teeth and slowly tugged it up, revealing Mr. Cake’s large, sweaty cock sheath and a set of truly enormous testicles that shifted and churned even as the hungry mare watched, entranced.

Pinkie would be lying if she said she’d never noticed the impressive size of her boss’ “cake mixer.” When she’d started work at Sugarcube Corner, as a naive teenager straight from the rock farm, her first thought had been “Wow, Mrs. Cake must be one happy mare!” Then she’d heard the moaning, spring-bouncing proof all the way through her bedroom wall that night... and again in the morning. She’d invested in a good set of earplugs on her very first pay-day!

Pinkie gently breathed on Mr. Cake’s sheath and giggled as the head began to slip out. Dicks were so much fun, but they looked so silly! They hid in their sheathes like shy turtles, unless there was a mare nearby who needed pounding — then they came out and said hello, you bet!

“Oh, hey, cutie,” Pinkie whispered to Mr. Cake’s dick. The smell and the heat was intense! She gently kissed the flare and lapped at the weeping hole in the middle. Pinkie’s taste buds celebrated as they tasted a little hot blob of precum that Mr. Cake had cooked up as a special treat for her.

As the long shaft slid smoothly out of its sheath, Pinkie drew her tongue all over and strangely found the stiffening flesh to be dry. Just a couple hours earlier, Mrs. Cake had gone through her usual screams of passion, so how come Mr. Cake’s dick tasted like it hadn’t been used? It was almost like he’d cleaned up and gotten himself ready again, just for her! That yummy erection blossomed quickly, and Pinkie happily suckled the globs of precum that leaked from the substantial flare. She kissed down the shaft, tickling her tongue around the medial ring just like Cheese liked it, and planted a hefty kiss on each of Mr. Cake’s boiling nuts, thanking them for their creamy contribution to her diet.

Pinkie totally knew what she was doing! She’d eaten Cheese’s cum before, lots of times! She’d even mixed his goo into the batter for a special pick-me-up scone recipe, one that only her bestest of best friends was allowed to try. But she didn’t have much practice at giving blowjobs, because her silly coltfriend wouldn’t sit still for one! After just a few sexy mouth hugs, Cheese couldn’t help but roll Pinkie onto her back, plunge deep into her pussy and hump away til they came together like two voices singing the same love song. If Cheese’s kisses while he fucked her weren’t so tender, Pinkie might think he wasn’t interested in her mouth at all!

Pinkie kept up her teasing because she knew the the fun would soon come to a creamy end once she started sucking on Mr. Cake’s meaty straw. But she was hungry, her pussy was winking, and sooner or later she needed to pull the cum out of those big, heavy balls! It’s just like blowing Cheese, she thought to herself. It’s not cheating if I pretend this is Cheese! She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, slipped her lips over that huge, fat, mare pleasing flare, and really started to suck!

“Oh, Cup...” Mr. Cake moaned loudly in his sleep. “Honey bun, you have that big catering job tomorrow... no, keep going...”

“Sssh, sssh, sssh!” Pinkie waved her hooves, trying to quiet Mr. Cake, but she couldn’t get his cock out of her mouth. It was the most substantial thing she’d had in her mouth all day!

“Eh?” Mrs. Cake mumbled. She pulled off her sleep mask and gasped as she got an eyeful of Pinkie Pie with a mouthful of her husband’s throbbing flare. Uh oh! Busted!

“What in Tartarus is this, slave?” Mrs. Cake barked at her husband. The look on her face was stern and cruel, nothing like the sweetness she’d shown to him at dinner. Mr. Cake squirmed on the bed. “M-Mistress, it’s not what it looks like!”

“It looks like you’re getting blown by the tramp who lives under our roof! And after I generously allowed you to lick me tonight!”

“Whoa, Mrs. Cake! Don’t get mad at him!” Pinkie begged the other mare. She reached out with a hoof and pushed Mr. Cake’s dick away, as if turning down seconds of a delicious, cream filled eclair. “It was all my idea!”

“I bet you’ve fantasized about this for years, you pathetic worm.” Mrs. Cake growled at her husband, paying Pinkie’s protest little notice. “At least you waited til she was legal!”

“N-no, Mistress, I’d never be unfaithful, I swear!”

“I should count myself lucky you haven’t gotten her pregnant! Her and that Sugar Belle bitch. I had to marry her off just to stop her from lifting her tail for you!” Mrs. Cake slapped her husband’s nut sack and he cried out with pain. “I should cage this disgusting thing before it ruins our family!”

“Whatever you think best, Mistress,” Mr. Cake whimpered. “If my cock doesn’t please you, it serves no purpose at all!”

“I know just what to do.” Mrs. Cake sneered and turned towards Pinkie. “Keep going, Pinkie. Let’s see just how good you are at stealing stallions away from their wives!”

Pinkie’s lip quivered. “I’m really really sorry, Mrs. Cake!” she protested. “I just wanted to eat his cum! I didn’t think it was cheating! Rainbow Dash’s floating head strongly implied you’d be cool with it!”

“Floating head? Ugh, whatever.” Uh oh, Mrs. Cake didn’t believe a word! “I was young once. Do you think I never seduced a married stallion just because I could?” Mrs. Cake squeezed Pinkie’s cheeks firmly in her hooves. “They can’t resist a lady in the first flush of marehood. So naive, so fertile. One shake of those breeding hips, and the wedding vows go out the window.”

“Mrs. Cake, you gotta believe me!” Pinkie sobbed. “I’ve never seduced anypony except for Cheese! Oh, and there was this guy who came to Ponyville and he was super cute but he took all my party planning business, and at first I was like, grr!, but then — wait, that was Cheese, too! Anyways, my point is—aaack!”

Mrs. Cake interrupted Pinkie by slapping her in the face with her husband’s fat, saliva-covered dong. The imprint of heat running up Pinkie’s cheek silenced her chatter instantly, making her shudder and wink.

“Suck it, Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake insisted. She slapped Pinkie once more with the heavy club of meat, ignoring the younger mare’s horny pants and ever weakening protests. “Or have you forgotten how to pleasure a cheating husband? Here, let me help you!”

Mrs. Cake put her hoof on the back of Pinkie’s head and gently, yet forcefully pushed her mouth open around Mr. Cake’s throbbing flare. Pinkie gagged on the stiff staff of stallionhood as her muzzle was pressed further and further down its length. Mr. Cake was much longer and thicker than Cheese, and Mrs. Cake was relentless in shoving Pinkie’s throat down onto the cock she’d once considered her personal dildo.

“Hrm, how does that feel, slave?” Mrs. Cake’s voice sounded like she was cooing lovingly to her husband, but Pinkie had fought Queen Chrysalis and she knew that such sweetness always held a trap. “Is the tender mouth of the Element of Laughter to your liking?”

“She’s exquisite, Mistress, thank you!”

“Good. You’ll have plenty of time to fill her slut holes once I divorce you.”

Mr. Cake’s entire body went rigid, including his cock, which just seemed to be throbbing harder with every awful thing his wife said. Weird! “Please, Cup, no!” he cried out.

Mrs. Cake slapped her husband again, harder than before. “Who’s ‘Cup,’ slave? Another one of your side pieces?”

“Mistress, I beg you, don’t leave me! Pinkie’s just being Pinkie! Please, think of our foals!”

“Ah, yes, our foals.” Mrs. Cake held up her husband’s weeping head with a hoof and stared hatefully into his eyes. “I’ll make you a deal, slave — just hold out for five minutes. Five minutes of oral sex from a beautiful young mare, and after all of this is over, I’ll let you see Pound and Pumpkin on the weekends.”

“Mistress... Mistress, please!” Mr. Cake sobbed desperately. “Please, please, you can have the restaurant, but don’t take the foals!”

“Now, Pinkie, help yourself.” Mrs. Cake addressed her employee with that same false, syrupy kindness. “Enjoy my husband’s dick, while he’s still my husband.”

Gosh, this was so confusing! The Cakes loved each other more than anything, why was Mrs. Cake talking about divorce just because Pinkie used Mr. Cake for a midnight snack? Why did her guiding hooves feel so good on the back of Pinkie’s head? And why did every cruel thing she said make Pinkie’s pussy drip and twitch?

Wait a minute... had Pinkie stumbled upon a weird sex thing??!

Pinkie loved sex, loved it enough to give up pastries for a week! But she’d thought she had it all figured out: the stallion put his dick in the mare, gave her one juicy orgasm after another, and if the couple was ready (and they’d used the right hole) then a foal was created! She’d never known boinking had so many darn mysteries!

It came to Pinkie in a flash: her friends knew! They all knew about weird sex things, and they hadn’t told her! Rarity, with her condescending giggling whenever Pinkie spilled the tea about her latest romp with Cheese! All those strange bodies Discord took on for Fluttershy.... and what did Applejack and Rainbow Dash actually do in bed, anyways? A memory from a sleepover floated into Pinkie’s mind. Just as she knocked on the door, she’d overheard Twilight Sparkle telling her friends:

“I know that Pinkie has a coltfriend now, but she’s still so sweet and innocent. She’s happy with her vanilla sex life, so let’s not say or do anything to embarrass her.”

Pinkie scowled at the memory, even as Mr. Cake’s dick disappeared smoothly down her throat. Sweet? Indubitably! Vanilla? A crucial cupcake ingredient! Innocent? No freaking way! Pinkie was awesome at sex, and if the Cakes were into kinky games, she was happy to play along! She’d make Mr. Cake pop in a flash, and hopefully this really was just a game, and she wasn’t actually about to break up the happiest couple she knew!

With one final and determined lunge, Pinkie seated Mr. Cake’s dick all the way at the base of her throat. Woo-hoo, she’d done it! Chin between the balls, flare in her stomach! Cheese would definitely sit still for a blowjob if she did this to him! Mr. Cake’s thighs clenched as his pleasure departed down the path of no return. “Cup... Mistress... I’m about to cum!”

“Good, good, slave.” Mrs. Cake’s voice flowed with evil. She tenderly stroked her husband’s cock through the bobbing bulge in Pinkie’s convulsing throat. “Cum down another mare’s throat and destroy your marriage. You couldn’t even last five lousy minutes — now you’ll never see your foals again.”

“No... please, Mistress!” The veins in Mr. Cake’s taut neck pulsed. His eyes were shut tightly to hide himself from the sight of Pinkie’s eager slurping. “I’ll do anything! Punish me, cage me forever, but not that!”

Beneath Mr. Cake’s sobbing, Pinkie heard the strange interruption of a sound from the outside world: the comforting chimes of Ponyville’s town clock striking twelve. “Oops, it’s midnight!” Mrs. Cake said with an evil grin. She pulled Pinkie’s throat off her husband’s dong with a loud pop.

“Aww...” Mr. Cake seemed disappointed at this reprieve. Pre gushed from his flare, brought forth by Pinkie’s suction, and spilled all over the young mare’s lips.

Pinkie caught a deep breath. “Huh? What happens at midnight?”

“We switch!” Mrs. Cake cuddled up to her husband and gently kissed his neck. “Oh, Daddy Cake, you’re so hard... so strong and virile... thank you for letting me share you!”

“Shut up, cunt.” Mr. Cake slapped his wife across the face. “Mr. Cake, that’s not very nice!” Pinkie burst out.

“It’s all right, Pinkie.” Mrs. Cake rubbed her lip with one hoof and pressed the other against her clit. “I know my place. I’m nothing but daddy’s pleasure toy, to be used and abused as he sees fit.”

“But you were just—” Pinkie suddenly facehoofed. “Duh, I get it! Switching is part of the fun! Like when Shining Armour wears Cadance’s lingerie!”

Mr. Cake stared at Pinkie with utter disbelief. “He does what?”

“Unf...” Mrs. Cake just bit her lip.

Pinkie flung a hoof around each of the Cakes. “Never fear, Kinky Pinkie’s here to make this horny party a hit! Let’s double team your husband, Mrs. Cake!”

“Not so fast,” Mr. Cake snarled, pulling out of Pinkie’s hug. “You sluts need to wear the slut lipstick if you want to get any action tonight.”

“Yes, daddy, of course, thank you!” Mrs. Cake whined. She rushed to her vanity and quickly grabbed a metal tube of lipstick. “Pinkie, help me put this on, please,” she begged the younger mare. “Turn me into a good slut for daddy!”

Pinkie gasped with horror. She remembered a time on the rock farm when Marble had brought home a tube of lipstick from the general store. Mama Quartz had violently knocked the lipstick out of Marble’s hoof, then lectured her daughters about the evils of modern Equestria. “Lipstick is for harlots!” she’d told them.

Of course, Pinkie didn’t believe that anymore! Rarity wore lipstick every day, and she wasn’t a... oops, not a good example. But now Pinkie saw what Mama Quartz was worried about: magic lipstick that could turn even wholesome wives like Mrs. Cake into degraded, dick hungry sluts!

“Are you sure, Mrs. Cake?” Powerful artifacts like this were nothing to mess with! Pinkie couldn’t think of a friendship problem that had been caused by magic lipstick going out of control, but such a disaster could totally happen!

“Hurry, Pinkie!” The lipstick shook in Mrs. Cake’s trembling hooves. “All I can think about is becoming worthy to receive that divine stallionhood!”

“Hey, now, it’s a nice dick and all, but have some self respect, geeze!”

Mrs. Cake couldn’t wait any longer. Taking no time to look in the mirror she ran the lipstick messily across her own mouth, covering her lips with the bright red cosmetic. The crow’s feet around Mrs. Cake’s eyes softened as the pressures of a stressful day were smoothed away beneath the personality of a horny, submissive bimbo wife.

Mrs. Cake giggled and reached the lipstick out towards Pinkie. “And now, a little for you...” Before Pinkie could react, she was firmly pressing the magic lipstick against the younger mare’s upper lip, marking her with what Mama Quartz had called “the sigil of whorsedom.”

Pinkie felt a surge of lust inside her as the magical lipstick overpowered her will. She couldn’t be responsible for wanting to deep throat Mr. Cake again... right? The sigil of whorsedom had a primal need to be smeared all the way down that huge daddy shaft until it formed a thick ring of red at the base. Pinkie was still the nice rock farm girl who fantasized about kissing on a picnic blanket while the fireflies glowed — it was the lipstick that was giving her these slutty slut thoughts!

Oh, but there was something so arousing about letting another pony take control! As Mrs. Cake’s hoof drew the slippery, red lipstick back across her lower lip, slut-Pinkie found herself wetter and winkier than she’d been in weeks. All of a sudden she saw she didn’t want her relationship to be just like the Cakes. She didn’t want to switch every day, she wanted Cheese to be dominant all the time! (In bed, that is! Not when they were planning parties together! Then Pinkie was the boss!)

If Cheese wanted Pinkie to slap him and yell at him, of course she’d give it a try, but in her heart, she wanted only to submit to the handsome guy who’d stolen her heart with a smile and a hoof buzzer. Really, the Cakes were just teaching Pinkie how to be a better marefriend! After all, submission didn’t come naturally to a strong, heroic mare like her!

Mrs. Cake put her hooves around Pinkie and turned the younger mare around to face their masculine dom. “Here we are, two lipsticked sluts, ready to serve you.”

“Acceptable.” Mr. Cake lay back in the bed he shared with his wife and gestured to his huge, throbbing cock. “Now suck.”

“Thank you, thank you, daddy!”

“Not you,” Mr. Cake told his wife. “Her.”

“Oh, goody!” Pinkie eagerly started slithering her tongue over Mr. Cake’s cock, licking up the precum that had gushed nonstop from his tip since he’d last left her mouth. It was like coming back to an ice cream cone you’d had to set down for a few minutes because of an urgent save-Equestria emergency! All drippy and yummy!

“Please, daddy, don’t deny me!” Mrs. Cake weeped melodramatically. “I live to worship your powerful stallionhood!” Pinkie rolled her eyes. This was waaay too cheesy for her, and she literally fucked a guy named Cheese!

“Kiss my balls, you whorse,” Mr. Cake told his wife. “Pinkie’s my main bitch now. She sucks me better than you ever could.”

“I do?” Pinkie burst out. “Wow!”

“Not really, you need a lot of practice,” Mr. Cake whispered. “Just play along.”

“Okey-dokey-lokey!” Pinkie wrapped her lips around that big stud shaft and started bobbing her head, her poofy mane bouncing about as she worked the flare past the bend of her throat. Golly, sucking dick was the best! Especially when your dom was so worked up and distracted that he forgot to order you not to reach back with the frog of your hoof and clop yourself! Pinkie did just that and diddled her clit like crazy, hoping to race Mr. Cake to orgasm.

It was a close race, but Pinkie won in a photo finish! As Mr. Cake’s precum flowed faster and saltier, Pinkie felt the pleasure well up inside her like an inflated party balloon, until she burst like a pinata full of candy. Her furiously rubbing hoof flung her marecum all over the sheets and just as her pleasure peaked she managed to get that cock all the way down her throat once again, fitting her muzzle to the base of Mr. Cake’s crotch, and pressing her lipsticked lips right up against Mrs. Cake’s warm and tender pair on his balls.

But Mr. Cake wasn’t far behind. One studly stallion dick couldn’t resist the temptations of two sexy mare mouths! His nut was so powerful he actually forgot himself and cried out “Oh, Cup!” as he grabbed the sheets and bucked his hips right up against Pinkie’s cute button nose.

Pinkie’s eyes went wide as a fire hose of gooey sperm was turned on, pointed right down her throat. Wow, this explained all those times she caught Mrs. Cake sneaking out of the stock room with a bloated looking tummy! The eager, hungry mare quickly burped the fleshy male tube out of her gullet, so she could properly suck on the flare and taste the cum as it spurted into her stomach in oceanic waves.

Pinkie felt a deep feeling of fulfillment as she gulped the massive load... not just because she was doing her duty as a submissive, but because here was finally some decent food! After the surges of semen finally died down, Mr. Cake groaned, opened his eyes, then gently patted Pinkie and his wife on the head.

“Thank you, daddy~” Mrs. Cake panted, looking worshipfully up at her husband, her lipstick smeared and ruined by the sweaty flesh of his pampered nut sack. Her hoof was frantically moving between her hind legs as she worked towards her own orgasm. “Thank you for allowing us to serve you!”

“You worship those foal makers until I cum again,” Mr. Cake told her dismissively, “and maybe I’ll reward you in the morning.”

“Yfff, daddy!” the mature mare squealed enthusiastically. Those fat, heavy stallion balls were plumping out her cheeks again before he’d finished giving the order. “Ahh, this is the life...” Mr. Cake put his hooves behind his head and quickly fell asleep with a smile.

This was the life! Pinkie curled up with the Cakes on their large bed and drifted off to the world of dreams with her boss’ thickening cock in her mouth. The rhythmic sounds of her fellow lipstick slut’s ballsucking were a tender lullaby to Pinkie’s tired ears. By the time Mr. Cake’s second load gushed down her throat, the party pony was fast asleep, instinctively gulping down the warm torrent with a satisfied smile...

Maybe the Griffonstone Diet wasn’t so bad after all!