Author's Note

In this chapter, Pinkie finds her true calling. You can expect more blowjobs, more lipstick, more humiliation, and *checks notes*... findom? I guess?

3. Sausage, hold the roll

When it came to the Griffonstone Diet, Pinkie was really getting into the swing of things... but swinging with the Cakes wasn’t enough! Mr. Cake was quite a stud, but even his impressive pair of hangers couldn’t hope to make enough goo to fill Pinkie’s rumbly tummy for more than an hour or two.

But a solution was in sight, just downstairs from the marriage bed Pinkie had just woken everypony up by bouncing on! Every day at Sugarcube Corner, handsome males from all over Equestria smiled and flirted with Pinkie as she took their coffee and pastry orders. She always flirted back, and sometimes even flashed a little flank for an especially cute guy, but her strict upbringing and her head over hooves love for Cheese Sandwich made sure she never went further.

If today she offered her loyal customers a little something extra — say, a quick visit to the heavenly back of Pinkie’s throat — she was sure all those sweet guys would do the right thing and fuck her muzzle til her insides were frosted with gobs of salty buttercream!

Pinkie couldn’t see a single flaw in her plan. Hadn’t she found the perfect source of protein for her diet? Didn’t Cheese deserve the most talented “welcome back!” blowjob when he came back from Yakyakistan? Hadn’t Mr. Cake, her boss, told her that she needed a lot of practice? And hadn’t Mrs. Cake left the magical slut lipstick lying on her vanity where Pinkie could “borrow” it on her way out?

Even so, Pinkie’s hooves shook as she looked into the bathroom mirror and slid the lipstick over her mouth. Mrs. Cake used its bimbo-making powers almost every night, so it couldn’t be that dangerous... right? The bright red cosmetic seemed to melt onto her lips, corrupting her mind as it did. Even as she puckered her lips in a kiss for the perfect application, the thoughts and personalities of the wonderful stallions in Pinkie’s life became less important, and her attention focused on what really mattered: those fat musky sheaths and heavy ball sacks!

A mare was supposed to politely ignore a guy’s undercarriage, even if it started twitcha-twitching when he talked to you, which happened to Pinkie a lot for some reason. But Polite Pinkie was outa here, and Cum-Hungry Pinkie was covering her shift! Customer service was very important at Sugarcube Corner, and today the customers were going to get serviced!

Pinkie hid the lipstick in her saddlebag, carefully washed her hooves, and trotted downstairs to start her day of work. Already, Sugarcube Corner was filled with the most pleasurable mixture of scents: hot coffee, Sugar Belle’s delicious pastries, and the stank of fresh cock musk. A yummy buffet of males formed a queue waiting to place their breakfast orders, little did they know they were about to become breakfast! And as if fate itself was smiling on her plan, Pinkie’s first customer of the day was the handsome, dapper Doctor Whooves!

Mature hunks like the Doctor were Pinkie’s guiltiest pleasure. (Well, that and tequila flavoured cheesecake!) He wasn’t quite as tall as Mr. Cake, but his withers and barrel were strong and masculine, perfect for hugs... and so much more! More than once Pinkie had rubbed herself thinking of Doc’s Trottingham accent and the exotic sex toy he carried around, which he said could help him solve problems beyond time and space. Yeah, right, Pinkie could tell it was just a cool vibrator!

“Heya, Doc!” Pinkie sproinged cheerfully behind the pastry case and wobbled on her hind legs. “Are ya back from that weird universe where everypony only has two legs?”

The Doctor goggled at the younger mare and did a double take. “Great whickering stallions, Pinkie! Did you change your look? I say, you’re a sight for sore eyes after a month among those ghastly ‘humans!’”

Pinkie dropped back onto all fours, sending her body jiggling all over. She smiled as she saw the teensiest twitch of the Doctor’s sheath. “Thanks! Can I suck your cock?” she blurted out.

A loud “thump” sounded through Sugarcube Corner as the mature stallion’s long brown dick suddenly unsheathed and bounced its flare against the wooden floor. Doctor Whooves groaned painfully and sweat broke out on his forehead at the perverted thought of being drained by a mare young enough to be his daughter. “A-are you serious?”

“I’m never serious, I’m Pinkie Pie! I do want to blow you, though. Real bad!”

“I really shouldn’t... I was hoping to become reacquainted with your town’s charming postmistress.” Doctor Whooves shook his head resolutely. “Thank you, Pinkie, for the very tempting offer, but I’ll just take my usual — a spot of tea and a scone.”

Uh-oh! Operation Tummy Full Of Cummy was already in jeopardy! Time to think fast and act fast! “Aww, Derpy won’t mind!” Pinkie claimed. “I really need to swallow your cum, Doc. It’s for my diet!”

Pinkie was stretching the truth a little bit, like yummy taffy! She wasn’t certain how Derpy would feel about another mare getting the first taste of her on-again off-again special somepony. But she knew the friendly pegasus wouldn’t mind a little white lie. Not if that meant a big white gush of protein into a hungry friend’s mouth!

Doctor Whooves gulped. “Oh, my, if it’s for health reasons, I hate to disappoint...”

“It’s good for your health, too!” Pinkie pointed out. “A stallion shouldn’t go a whole month without draining his balls! Erm, unless he’s Cheese Sandwich and he’s spending a month in Yakyakistan and then he’d better keep it in his sheath, no exceptions!”

Before the Doctor could come up with any more excuses, Pinkie ducked her head low and took his large flare into her mouth. Wow, he was huge, almost as big as Mr. Cake! No wonder Derpy flew funny!

“Oh, Pinkie! It’s been so long! I—I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold out!”

“It’s OK, big guy, just relax and let go.” Pinkie lovingly kissed the head of the Doctor’s cock and gently licked the slit where the good stuff came out, bobbing her head deeper and deeper down the shaft.

“Dear me! Let me at least do something for you in return.” The Doctor lifted his mysterious vibrator in a hoof, nestled it between Pinkie’s back thighs and soothed the excited ache in her coochie with the magic of science.

Awesome! Pinkie’d always wondered what sex would feel like beyond time and space, and it felt GREAT! With sucking and buzzing galore, the two earth ponies quickly brought each other to climax. Pinkie’s pussy wriggled in happiness as the vibe sent tingles deep into her clit, and the Doctor cried out with pleasure as his hips bucked and he sent a long load of hot, satisfying stallion cream into Pinkie’s tummy.

Boy, Doc was really pent up! He must not have been getting any relief from those “humans.” Spurt after yummy spurt flew into Pinkie’s tummy, silencing those overnight hunger pains. Pinkie reached out with a hoof and gave his plump balls a little squeeze, just to say she had! Derpy would be cool with this... she was almost certain!

At long last the Doctor’s now floppy dick slipped out from Pinkie’s lips and started to resheath, despite Pinkie’s attempts to chase the leaking head with her tongue. The Doc finally had to step away and protect his sensitive member with a hoof.

“Thanks for the orgasm, Doc!” Pinkie said with a loud burp. “I’m not allowed to clop off at work, but I think it’s fine if somepony else makes me cum!”

The Doctor grunted for breath and wiped his brow. “My goodness, Pinkie, that was simply top-hole!”

“Well, duh! What hole did you think it was?” Pinkie giggled. “Today only, stallions get a free blowjob with every purchase! Tell your friends! Oh, but don’t tell Derpy, OK?”

“Not a word!” Doctor Whooves promised. He picked up his tea and scone and staggered to a table.

Pokey Pierce was Pinkie’s next customer. He took a step forward, looked at the pastry case, then looked up at the smudged lipstick around Pinkie’s mouth. “Free blowjob, eh?” he asked.

“Yep!” Pinkie quickly reapplied her lipstick as she nodded, drawing wobbly lines of red all over her muzzle.

“I think I’ll just have a cup of water.”

“Hrm.” Pinkie glared suspiciously at the cheapskate before her. “Y’know, I think there ought to be a five bit minimum on this blowjob deal.”

“I’ll pay you five bits for a cup of water,” Pokey bargained.

“Yeah, that sounds fair!” Pinkie agreed. She leaned in under Pokey’s undercarriage and blew lightly on the wrinkled package of flesh. Right on schedule, that gorgeous dick started to slide out of its sheath, and Pinkie went in for the slurp!

Doctor Whooves had been a real gentlecolt, bringing his partner to orgasm even during a casual bakery blowjob. Pokey wasn’t nearly so considerate. He touched her mane, which was a big fellatio-no-no, and then he started whispering wimpy dirty talk that wasn’t dirty at all!

“Wow, Pinkie, this is so cool, I always wanted to get with you, but you’re with Cheese Sandwich...”

Really? Pinkie thought with aggravation. You could’ve said literally one thing to me in the YEARS before I hooked up with Cheese! She couldn’t remember anything about Pokey at all. He’d always been one of those Ponyville residents who was just there in the background, without so much as a fun backstory or a hot DILF body. Sure, Pokey had a super nice dong, but that dong was taking way too long to cum, especially cause twenty dongs... erm, stallions... were now waiting in line behind him!

Ugh! How come guys only came early when you wanted them to pound you for hours? Pinkie furiously worked her tongue and throat on Pokey’s tasty cock, trying to get him off, but nothing doing! He was as unerringly firm and as unlikely to squirt jizz as one of Maud’s rocks!

Mr. Cake was always saying “Time is money!” and urging Pinkie to work the counter faster. (And he’d never once said “don’t blow the customers,” so hush!) Pinkie had to do something quick, or Sugarcube Corner’s reputation for prompt service would suffer, and so would Pinkie’s tips. Time to deploy the secret weapon! Release... The Dumptruck!

Pinkie hiked her hips and wiggled her plot from side to side, swishing her tail at Pokey as she increased her suction. She’d always been embarrassed by the size of her backside, but all too aware that nothing got guys going like an extra large badonka-ponk! She’d hit her growth spurt in high school and all the jocks had suddenly started wanting to carry her books... and all the nerds... and the drama kids... Maud still hadn’t forgiven Pinkie for distracting those two cute goth guys away from her, but they sure were good kissers!

Eeyup, Pokey didn’t stand a chance! His eyes swept back and forth, hypnotized by the jiggling pink cheeks of Equestria’s mightiest tushie. He wasn’t allowed to see her leaky pussy or twitching ponut, of course. Such exotic sights were reserved for Cheese Sandwich... or for anypony who stood behind Pinkie instead of in front. Before long Pokey was huffing and grunting like a good little breakfast pastry, and when Pinkie reached up and tickled his nose with her twitchy tail he lost all control. He cried out and spurted three long, toothpaste-like squirts of cum down Pinkie’s throat before slipping out of her mouth, dropping five bits on the counter, and silently limping out past the growing line of salivating stallions.

“Hey, you forgot your water!” Pinkie yelled out. Pokey just stumbled out the door, ignoring her. “Ah, crazy customers.” Pinkie drew another layer of bright red lipstick all over her mouth. “Welp, who’s next?”

“Well, gosh, howdy, Pinkie...” Braeburn stepped up to the counter and smiled bashfully at the seemingly innocent mare who’d just blown two stallions in public.

“Howdy, Braeburn! Welcome to POOONYVILLE!” Pinkie danced a happy jig. “What can I get ya?”

“I’d like an apple tart, Pinkie, an’... m-maybe ya can suck on me while I eat it?”

“No way! That’s not sanitary!” Pinkie gently chided the handsome Appleloosan. “You can’t eat at the counter! You gotta either sit down at a table, or take it away!”

Braeburn blushed and crossed his hind legs, trying to hide the thick mottled dick slipping out of its sheath. “Hey, nice cock!” Pinkie called out in encouragement to the shy stallion. “I’m gonna have a blast tooting that big ol’ yovidaphone! Just not while you’re eating, bud! Health and safety, ya know?”

Braeburn looked down in embarrassment as his cock grew and thickened, the veins pulsing as ever more blood was delivered into his unwitting monument to Pinkie’s sexiness. “Oh, gosh, Pinkie, ya never yelled at me before — I think I kinda like it!”

“Really? Nopony’s ever said that before!” Pinkie thoughtfully put a hoof to her lipstick smeared chin. She never, ever got angry, but when she did, it meant a dark day for all of Equestria. “How come?”

Braeburn caught his breath. “Yer always so purdy an’ sweet, but just now it’s like ya squeezed a lime on top an’ made yerself all...” He shuddered with pleasure and puckered his lips.

Pinkie suddenly found the words flowing easily out of her mouth. “Well, then, Braeburn, you disgust me! You order an apple tart every time you come to Ponyville! We work hard to make all kinds of treats for our customers, but you always buy the same thing! I can’t eat any of this yummy stuff right now, and you don’t even appreciate what you have! And do you know what makes this worse? You’re an Apple! You eat apples every day! Yeah, I’m never selling you any apple anything ever again! It’s time you tried something new — a donut, or biscotti, or a strawberry tart!”

With every syllable of Pinkie’s scolding, Braeburn’s dick stiffened until he was rubbing against the glass pastry case, leaking and fully erect. Pinkie’s wide eyes were fixed on that sturdy stallion shlong. This was so cool! The sweet party pony couldn’t imagine bossing around Cheese like this, but taking her diet frustrations out on her customers was giving her prim and proper pussy just the tingliest feeling!

Braeburn sweated and stammered under the verbal assault. “Uh, gosh, strawberries? I dunno if Applejack would like me tryin’ another kind o’ fruit.”

“Who gives a flaming rat’s tushie in Tartarus what your cousin thinks?” Pinkie yelled. “Are you a stallion who takes what he wants, or are you Applejack’s little bitch? I’m ordering you to boink my face til you nut in my stomach, and then you’re going to buy a strawberry tart and SIT DOWN AT A TABLE to eat it!”

“Y-yes, ma’am! Unngh! Aww, Pinkie!” Wow, Braeburn started to cum without Pinkie even touching him! Pinkie quickly sealed her heavily lipsticked mouth over the stallion’s swollen, pulsing flare and gulped down mouthfuls of his apple tinged seed as he moaned and cried out.

Mmm, dee-lish! Just because Braeburn wasn’t allowed his usual apple treat today, didn’t mean his strict Mistress Pinkie couldn’t enjoy the fruity taste! Subby stallions like him were just made to squirt their cream filling into the cutest, ponkiest gal in Ponyville — and beg for the privilege!

As Braeburn’s spurts got smaller and weaker, Pinkie ran her tongue across his tangy cumslit one last time, then slipped her lips off of the flare and swallowed that last yummy mouthful. “Mmm! Now that’s what I call Appleloosan hospitality! Thanks, Braeburn!”

Braeburn awkwardly doffed his hat as his dick slid shamefully back into its sheath. “I’m awful sorry, Pinkie. I never cum that quick before, but you were talkin’ so gosh darn dirty!”

“You were perfect!” Pinkie assured him, licking gobs of spilled spunk off of the glass counter top. “You’ve got nothing to feel bad about! You gave me just what I needed, and your cum tastes great!” Pinkie grasped a plate in her mouth and set it down in front of the drained Appleloosan. “Here’s your strawberry tart. That’ll be five bits!”

Braeburn gulped. “Gosh, strawberries... ya weren‘t playin’! Pinkie, I really think Applejack won’t—”

“Oh, you want some more, eh?” Pinkie growled. “You premature loser! You’re an embarrassment to stallions everywhere! How many ponies have you disappointed with that thing? You sit your lame ass down at that table, and eat every single strawberry where everypony can see, and maybe I’ll let you sniff my pussy when you’re done!”

Braeburn slammed a five bit coin on the counter and took the plate with the strawberry tart. “Can I sniff yer hooves too?” he bargained.

“Nope! Too weird! Next customer!” Pinkie looked out at her ever growing queue and saw Gallus, a recent graduate of the School of Friendship, quivering before her. She scowled and quickly smeared on another application of the slut lipstick, replacing the large amount that had streaked off onto Braeburn’s stallionhood during her feeding. “Alright, Gallus,” she growled, “what kind of freaky griffon fetish proofs your breadstick?”

The sarcastic young griff quailed when met with his former teacher’s acid tongue. “I—I just want a cupcake and a blowjob!” he protested. “Is that wrong?”

“Ooh, the Pinkie Special!” Pinkie gave Gallus a friendly wink and tossed a cupcake onto a plate with a swish of her tail. “I knew you were my favourite customer! Coming right up, ya cutie patootie!”

Late that night Pinkie was contentedly masturbating in bed, full of cum and only a teensy bit starving, when she heard suspicious hoofsteps outside her bedroom. She perked up her ears, heard Mrs. Cake say “I mean it, Carrot! Time out! I’ll handle this!” and then a knock at her bedroom door.

Pinkie quivered with excitement as she galloped to the door. She’d been secretly hoping the Cakes would invite her back into their bed for another night of exciting, yet super confusing sex play! But when she opened the door, Mrs. Cake looked like she was in no mood for fun. A real sourpuss!

“Oh, hey, Mrs. Cake...” Golly, why was she so mad? Pinkie thought frantically whether she’d sucked off a customer on the “no blowjobs” list. Did Sugarcube Corner even have a “no blowjobs” list? They really gotta start one! Sombra and Tirek did not deserve mouth hugs, and colts would just have to wait for their 18th birthday parties... who else?

“Pinkie, answer me!” Mrs. Cake shouted, startling Pinkie out of her important pondering. “Did you use up all of my slut lipstick?” Mrs. Cake looked angrily at Pinkie and showed her the empty tube, covered with bright red hoofmarks, which Pinkie had carefully replaced on the older mare’s vanity after she finished work.

“Eh, maybe?” Pinkie shrugged. “Sorry!”

“That’s not good enough! I was on my hooves all day catering a big event, and I need to be fucked, but Daddy Cake won’t wreck my marepussy unless I wear the lipstick! I need an explanation!”

Pinkie trembled and took a deep breath. “I know you’re mad, Mrs. Cake, but hear me out: I needed the magical slut lipstick to magically turn me into a slut, so I could suck enough cocks to be full, so I could do the Griffonstone diet, so I can fit into my dress and get my marepussy wrecked on Saturday!”

Through this completely reasonable explanation, Mrs. Cake had the same exasperated look as when Pinkie had considerably repaired Sugarcube Corner’s roof with day old pastries. “The lipstick isn’t magic, Pinkie!” she burst out.

“Huh? It’s not? Then how come it turned me into a slut?”

“You were already a slut!”

“Mh... nah, I’m pretty sure it was the lipstick.”

“It’s ordinary lipstick! We call it slut lipstick because it’s bright red and it smears like crazy!” The mature blue earth pony shook her head and sighed with frustration. “Oh, goodness... now you and me will have to ‘convince’ Daddy Cake to pay for another stick of the good stuff.”

Pinkie scoffed. “It’s one lipstick, Mrs. Cake! What can it cost, ten bits?”

“It’s three bits for a pack of five. It’s cheap and trashy, and cheap and trashy sluts like us are only allowed to pay for it with our holes.” Mrs. Cake gently put a hoof around Pinkie. “Now, come with me. We’ll apologize to daddy for delaying his pleasure, and offer to make it up to him with another hot threeway.”

“This sounds like a really weird dynamic, so I’m going to ignore everything you said except ‘hot threeway!’” Pinkie agreed.

As the two mares trotted towards the bedroom where their dom (and also sex!) awaited them, Pinkie’s mind was a disco dance party of confusion. Could it really be true that the lipstick didn’t do anything? That Slut Pinkie and Sweet Pinkie were the same pony the whole time? Wow, what a twist!

Uh-oh! What if Cheese found out that his marefriend was a secret slut? She had to be honest with him, but how would their relationship survive? Cheese deserved a happy-ever-after with a faithful wife, not a cum hungry hussy who eagerly went down on all his friends, one after another!

Double uh-oh! What if Cheese wanted a slutty marefriend? Rarity said a lot of stallions preferred “open relationships” these days. Then not telling Cheese would be the real tragedy! Pinkie could never do that to him! She’d be sure to let her wonderful lover know all about her slutty slut ways... right after he fucked the squirt out of her on the Ponyville train platform!

Mrs. Cake opened the door to her bedroom and Pinkie saw Mr. Cake lounging lazily in their marriage bed, his stiff cock standing straight up like a monument to well pounded wives throughout history. “You’re late, whorse,” he snarled.

Mrs. Cake bowed her head. “I’m sorry, daddy. Pinkie was slutting all day and she used up all the slut lipstick.”

“Hrm.” Mr. Cake put a hoof under his wife’s chin and lifted her face up for inspection, as if he was deciding which colour of frosting to use on a cake. “It’d be a shame to buy a whorse and not be able to drain my balls. Just for tonight, you can use my wife’s lipstick. Be careful with it — it costs more than you do.”

“Thank you, daddy, you’re so kind!” Mrs. Cake lowered her neck and kissed her husband’s hooves.

Pinkie stuck her tongue out with disgust. “Ew, those touch the ground! And they touch raisins! I hate raisins!”

“No kink shaming, Pinkie,” Mr. Cake told her kindly, yet firmly. He once again lifted his wife’s muzzle up and looked deep into her eyes. “That’s enough hoof worship, cunt. Your slobber looks better on my dick. Put that lipstick on so I can skull fuck your mouthpussy.”

“Oh, daddy, you’re such a romantic,” Mrs. Cake sighed. She stepped to her vanity, picked up a designer applicator from an exclusive Manehattan boutique and expertly dabbed on a beautiful, glossy pink liquid lipstick that perfectly complemented her blue coat.

“Whoa, you look great in that, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie admired her fellow submissive as she blew kisses at her mirror. The subtle pink gave her a stylish and sophisticated look, nothing like the bright red goop Pinkie had been smearing on all day! Pinkie had glimpsed Mrs. Cake wearing this shade before, but only as she and her husband trotted out the door for a date night, leaving Pinkie to watch the twins. To see it up close like this... gee, Cup Cake was a knockout, a real MILF! Pinkie could only hope she’d look this good after forty years and two foals!

Mrs. Cake turned the lipstick applicator around and gently stroked it against Pinkie’s lips. Pinkie looked in the mirror and saw that the expensive pink lipstick was nearly invisible against her even pinker coat. And yet, Pinkie’s lips now glistened like the wet mouth of a hungry mare who needed her throat bucked raw. She barely recognized herself as the real Pinkie Pie — she looked more like the changeling pornstar in that magazine Applejack had found in Big Mac’s room during spring cleaning!

Mama Quartz was right about one thing: lipstick was for harlots! Too bad she didn’t understand that harlots are awesome! Maybe Pinkie could convince her family to let loose, with a super-slutstravaganza of an orgy at the rock farm!

Nah, that wouldn’t work... Mum and Dad were happy with their boring sex life, and Pinkie had already learned that bringing in too much fun could mess up her relationship with her parents. It could be just the thing to find someponies for Limestone and Marble, though!

Mrs. Cake climbed up on the bed and beckoned Pinkie between Mr. Cake’s hind legs. “Just relax, daddy,” she whispered to her lover. “I’m so sorry for the delay. My apprentice Pinkie will be taking a moment to prepare you for my eager marehood. Perhaps you’d care to breed me tonight? I’m certified capable of birthing both unicorns and pegasi~”

Mrs. Cake cupped her husband’s muzzle in her hooves and kissed him passionately, forcing a groan of arousal from his throat. Meanwhile Pinkie relaxed her throat and let Mr. Cake’s dick slide down, down, down, until her lips pressed against the base of his sheath and her chin nestled in between his balls. Easy-peasy! After all the dick sucking practice she’d gotten today, deep throating this monster was no challenge at all! OK, it was a challenge, but just a teensy one. In fact, Pinkie’s main problem was keeping her leaking pussy under control while she worked!

“Oh... oh... oh, you hot little sluts...” was all Mr. Cake could say. Heh heh heh! Pinkie had him right where she wanted him! He was barely pretending to be the dom anymore!

At a gesture from Mrs. Cake, Pinkie slid up and off of Mr. Cake’s cock and gasped for breath. Mrs. Cake tenderly covered her husband’s flare with wet kisses as Pinkie surveyed the shaft with the pride of ownership.

Hey, this dumb fancy lipstick was barely smearing at all! Where were all the messy streaks? How was everypony supposed to know that Pinkie had completely conquered Mr. Cake’s huge dong?

Ulp... or was it the other way around? Pinkie looked up, up, up at the length of malehood that towered over her puffy mane. The veins on Mr. Cake’s thick cock throbbed with aggressive power. His nuts shifted in their sack, rubbing loudly against each other. Mrs. Cake’s gentle suckling on the tip seemed like a pathetic attempt to appease an angry god. This was a real monster cock! Was Pinkie really the one in charge here?

...

Yah, of course she was! Pinkie had defeated bugbears and evil kings with the mighty power of friendship! She might be a submissive, but that didn’t mean hung guys could boss her around with their dicks! Of course, all of that could change in a flash if Cheese Sandwich pulled her close and gave her a super hot kiss! Then she’d have no choice but to melt into a Pinkie Puddle and obey, obey, obey!

Pinkie rejoined Mrs. Cake at the dick so big it took two sexy mares just to serve it properly. She hungrily lapped at Mr. Cake’s musky balls as Mrs. Cake sucked on the shaft, hoping to coax just a little bit more seed out of him when it came time to deliver her late night snack. Outside, the calm of a summer Ponyville night was broken by the clock striking twelve.

Mrs. Cake quickly disgorged her husband’s cock from her throat. “Woops!” she cackled. “It’s midnight! Time to switch!”

Mr. Cake panted as his abandoned cock throbbed painfully, squeezing out a huge gush of precum. “Of course, honey bun, but just gi—oowwch!” Before he could finish, Mrs. Cake slapped him across the muzzle. “Kneel, worm!” she commanded.

“Y-yes, Mistress, at once!” Mr. Cake climbed up from his comfortable position on the bed, only to grovel and whimper at his wife’s hooves.

“Jeepers, this is confusing,” Pinkie complained. “I never know who to submit to!”

Mrs. Cake shoved Pinkie to the mattress, grinding her face in her husband’s crotch. “Get his balls in your mouth while he fucks me, you homewrecking whorse,” she snarled.

Pinkie saluted cheerfully. “Okey-dokey, can do!”