The guest

Shaka pushed open the back door to the bakery, and strode confidently inside, kicking the portal closed behind him. Normally he wouldn't quite be so bold with his morning entrance, but after a long night spent fucking Pound Cake’s brains out, he felt confident. Powerful even, with the zebra’s muscles bulging whenever he flexed his newly empowered body.

Memories of the night before flitted through the stallion’s mind, and he for once didn't dismiss them out of hand. They were, after all, quite good, and had also been incredibly useful in regards to his grand plans. Pound Cake had come a long way during that time after all, and though the young stallion hadn't given in completely, he was close.

Just one last catalyst and he will be all mine. Shaka thought to himself as he turned the corner and began to trot up to the second floor. I should probably start working on one of the others though. I don't want to put all my eggs in one basket.

With that idea now simmering at the back of his mind, Shaka entered the Cake residence with a smile on his face. One that faltered somewhat when he noticed that it was only Pumpkin sitting at the breakfast table. The absence of Pound Cake made sense as the stallion was likely exhausted, but Mrs Cake not being there was a bit more concerning.

Clearing his throat, Shaka strode over to the table and pulled up a chair. “Good morning Pumpkin. Did you sleep well?”

The slightly disheveled unicorn shook her head. “N-no. I’m afraid not.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Shaka inquired as he grabbed himself a pair of leftover bagels they hadn't sold the day before.

“I uh probably shouldn't say,” Pumpkin muttered, only to perk up. “Pound Cake seemed to have a good sleep though. He told me all about the good time you two had.”

Shaka stopped mid spread of peanut butter and glanced curiously in Pumpkin’s direction. “What did he say? All good things I hope.”

Pumpkin bobbed her head eagerly. “Very much so. He said he feels much more confident and that he really likes hanging out with you. He also said that you smell really nice and told me to sniff you but I don't think I will.”

Shaka chuckled as he finished making his breakfast and sat across from the mare. “I’m glad he appreciates the cologne I made before leaving home.”

“Why did you leave home anyway? If you don't mind me asking of course,” Pumpkin quickly added, shrinking slightly into her seat.

“It's a long story,” Shaka remarked. “Maybe I’ll tell it to you another time.”

“Oh, okay. I hope I wasn't too nosey,” Pumpkin muttered.

Shaka flashed the pony a wide smile. “You were just being curious. It's quite alright.”

Pumpkin breathed a sigh of relief and dunked her spoon into her cereal while Shaka enjoyed his own breakfast.

After he had finished one of the bagels, Shaka cleared his throat. “Say. That bunch of losers that harassed the store the other day didn't come back last night did they?”

Pumpkin blinked. “No. Why do you ask?”

“Well you said you had trouble sleeping, and I was just worried they might have shown up again,” Shaka exclaimed with as much honesty as he could muster.

“I…” the mare hesitated a moment before leaning in close. “There was a fight last night and I think-”

Pumpkin’s explanation was cut short when the door to Mrs Cake’s room opened to reveal a mostly orange stallion with a greying carrot colored mane. His features were sharp, angular, unlike his slightly bushy, unkempt mane and tail. The stallion’s bloodshot eyes took in the room before almost immediately settling on Shaka.

“What are you doing here?” barked the stallion.

Shaka raised an eyebrow. “Were you not informed of my hiring?”

“I was told that my wife made a poor decision but she did not tell me that you were allowed into my home,” retorted the earth pony, who stressed both instances of the word my quite a bit.

Shaka smiled innocently. “Well she did and your wonderful wife even offered to feed me while I wait for my first paycheque.”

Mr Cake ground his teeth together in silent rage. “Well consider that part of the deal revoked.”

“So your not firing me then?” Shaka remarked before biting into another bagel.

“I-” the stallion bit his tongue and slowly breathed out. “I am not firing you, yet.”

“Oh great. Though can I at least negotiate an advance on my paycheque then? I’ll need bits for food, though whatever I purchase wone be nearly as good as your wife’s delicious pies,” Shaka inquired.

At the mention of Mrs Cake’s cooking, Carrot nearly burst a blood vessel. “You will call her Mrs Cake when you speak of my wife. Furthermore you can forget about any kind of advance.”

“Oh, and why is that?” Shake replied in faux shock.

“I know your type, zebra. You’d just take the money and run. Leaving us high and dry!” Carrot declared, stomping his way up to the table.

“I would never do that to the twins or your wonderful wife. They have been nothing but kind and accommodating to me,” Shaka continued.

“I told you not to call her that!” Carrot barked, jabbing a hoof into Shaka’s chest. “She is Mrs Cake to you.”

Shaka blinked. “Oh I’m terribly sorry. I’m not used to pony names.”

“Of course you wouldn't, you striped idiot,” Mr Cake barked.

“Dad!” Pumpkin exclaimed in shock.

“Its true and I’m tired of pretending that it isn't,” Carrot Cake retorted. “If you can't grasp something so simple then your too stupid to work here!”

“Are you saying I’m fired?” Shaka asked, placing a hoof over his heart.

“I am!” Carrot Cake screamed. “Get out of my house!”

“Carrot Cake, what in Equestria are you doing?” Exclaimed the familiar voice of Cup Cake.

Carrot spun towards his wife, eyes blazing like twin pools of fire. “I’m firing this useless moron you hired.”

“Why would you do that and after our little discussion last night no less?” Cup Cake retorted.

“Because he demanded an advance on his paycheque. I can't afford such an expense right now, besides. He's just going to spend it on booze and drugs or whatever,” Carrot dismissively exclaimed.

“Is it true you demanded an advance?” Cup Cake asked, turning to Shaka.

Who shook his head. “Carrot here told me that I was no longer allowed to eat with you. Thus I asked for an advance of bits so I can purchase my own food. I didn't think such a request was terribly unreasonable.”

“Really Carrot? That's all he said?” Cup Cake asked.

The stallion let out a frustrated groan. “No that wasn't it. He also refused to call you by your name, and continues to insult me.”

“If I did so then I do apologize. Like I tried to explain, pony names are different then the ones I’m used to,” Shaka interjected. “Pumpkin can confirm that it is not my strong suit.”

Pumpkin shriveled under her father’s intense gaze.

“I’ve got a better idea, Pumpkin. Why don't you tell your mother how rude this inconsiderate zebra was being just now,” Carrot Cake declared.

“I- I don't know- he was just- but then you-” Pumpkin started to gasp, breathing hard as she clutched her chest.

“Now look at what you’ve gone and done,” Cup Cake declared, throwing up her hooves. “You just had to drag your daughter into this.”

“Where ismy inhaler?” Pumpkin asked as she gasped for breath.

“Don't worry, I think I saw it over here,” Shaka offered, getting up from the table and going over to the cabinet above the sink.

The zebra’s hoof was smacked away at the last second, a snarling Carrot Cake looming over him. “Don't you dare touch my daughter’s medication. Go sit in the corner while I deal with this.”

“Just get the damn inhaler already,” Cup Cake barked.

Carrot Cake opened the door and began to rummage around while Shaka did his best to hide a smirk.

“Sorry about that Pumpkin, here. It was on the counter,” Shaka offered, extending a hoof.

Pumpkin swiped her inhaler from the zebra and quickly used it, her breathing rapidly slowing down before finally returning to normal. “Thank you Shaka.”

“Are you deaf as well as dumb?” Carrot barked. “I thought I told you not to touch that.”

“Pumpkin was in trouble. I couldn't just look the other way,” Shaka replied, shooting the young mare a small smile.

“Why you-”

“Carrot Cake that is quite enough,” Cup Cake shouted. “We can discuss your behavior later. Right now why don't we all just take a breath and relax?”

Carrot growled, and turned to the door. “I’m going down to the shop. You’re low on flour.”

“Wait a second. We should talk about-” Cup Cake’s concern was cut off by the slam of a door. “The financial issues you mentioned. Damn.”

“Are you having money issues Cup Cake?” Shaka asked. “If you are. I wouldn't mind taking a delay on my first paycheque.”

Cup Cake smiled. “That's sweet of you but I’m sure it's not that bad. Or at least I hope not.”

“But I thought the other shop was making plenty of bits,” Pumpkin offered.

“I thought so too,” Mrs Cake remarked, only to shake her head. “That's a concern for another time. Now how about we all just enjoy a nice, quiet breakfast. Hmm?”

“That sounds lovely,” Shaka exclaimed, seating himself next to the older mare.

Pumpkin’s gaze lingered on the closed door. “I wonder if dad knows that the store isn't open yet.”

“I’m sure your father will figure it out,” Cup Cake remarked, sniffing the air curiously. “What is that smell?”

“Oh, do you like it? It's my cologne,” Shaka offered. “I’m told that ponies find it quite enticing.”

“It is quite… exotic,” Mrs Cake murmured almost dreamily.

“Err shouldn't someone tell dad about the store? I don't want him to get any angrier,” Pumpkin remarked.

“I suppose I should,” Cup Cake exclaimed.

“Must you?” Shaka inquired.

Mrs Cake stood slowly. “I need to speak to him about the other store’s finances anyway.”

“Do try to eat something soon then,” Shaka encouraged.

Cup Cake chuckled and poked her stomach. “I think I can afford to skip a breakfast or two.”

“And lose your amazing figure? Why would you want that?” Shaka declared in a shocked tone.

“You’re such a charmer,” Cup Cake exclaimed as she trotted towards the door. “Oh and I’m sorry you had to go through with that. I’m sure after Carrot has had a chance to calm down that he will apologize for being so rude to you.”

“That's not necessary at all Cup Cake, your concern is more than enough,” Shaka replied.

Cup Cake seemed about to remind Shaka not to call her that only to sigh. “I’ll be back soon. Try not to burn the house down while I’m gone.”

“Don't worry. I’ll keep Pound Cake far away from the ovens today,” Shaka exclaimed.

Cup Cake chuckled as slipped out the door, leaving Shaka alone with a slightly nervous looking Pumpkin Cake.

“Well that was quite the bit of excitement,” Shaka remarked.

“Dad usually isn't quite so mean to new hires,” Pumpkin murmured.

“Still, that was quite rude,” Shaka retorted.

Pumpkin winced. “Yeah that was a bit more than normal.”

“It's fine Pumpkin. I’m just sorry that you had to be a part of that whole thing,” Shaka replied.

The unicorn blushed. “That's very nice of you to say.”

“I mean it,” Shaka stressed. “I shouldn't have drawn you in like that. If I had known your own father would turn on you like that I wouldn't have included you at all.”

Pumpkin’s features grew redder still and she looked down while muttering to herself.

Shaka smiled. “Say. Why don't I make it up to you? I heard there is a new movie playing at the theatre today. We could make a day out of it.”

“Getting out of the house would be nice…” Pumpkin blinked, her eyes going wide. “W-w-wait. Are you asking me out on a d-d-date?”

“It can just be a practice date if you would like,” Shaka offered.

“Y-yeah. A practice date,” Pumpkin muttered. “That sounds… great.”

“Say, have you ever had a boyfriend before?” Shaka inquired, pointing the last of his bagel at the unicorn. “Because you sure seemed surprised that I invited you out.”

“N-no. Why do you ask?” Pumpkin replied in a low tone.

“Well I figured since you are so pretty that you would have a line up of stallions waiting to ask you out, and maybe even a few mares too,” Shaka teased.

“N-no. No one has ever asked me that, mare or stallion,” Pumpkin murmured.

Shaka gasped in shock. “Really? But you are so beautiful and kind. How is this possible?’

“Because I’m neither one of those things,” Pumpkin whispered.

“Nonsense,” Shaka declared. “You are incredibly beautiful, and one of the nicest ponies I’ve ever met.”

Pumpkin hid her blush behind a wall of hair and stared down at the ground, unable to meet Shaka’s gaze. “T-thank you,” she stuttered

“Come on, let's get out of here before your parents get back and the drama begins again,” Shaka encouraged.

“W-wait. I thought you said you didn't have any bits. How are we going to pay for the movie?” Pumpkin questioned.

“I did have a few saved up for emergencies, and making a beautiful mare smile after an unpleasant breakfast definitely counts as an emergency,” Shaka replied with a wink.

“So long as your sure,” Pumpkin muttered.

“I am, now come on. I know this great spot near the Everfree which should be filled with butterflies at this time of day,” Shaka exclaimed as he trotted to the door.

“R-right now?” Pumpkin asked as she stumbled after the male.

“Of course. No better time than the present right?” Shaka replied.

“I suppose,” Pumpkin admitted. “Though shouldn't we clean up breakfast first?”

“Oh right. I’m sure your mother would appreciate coming back to a clean kitchen,” Shaka exclaimed.

“She probably would,” Pumpkin agreed, hiding the small blush which remained on her cheeks.

“That was amazing,” Pumpkin gushed as she trotted down the street. “I never would have imagined that a bunch of insects could be that beautiful.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Shaka exclaimed with a smile. “It's something of a secret of mine since it's so close to the Everfree.”

“That part was kind of scary,” Pumpkin admitted.

“Don't worry, I’ll protect you,” Shaka remarked, bumping his hip against Pumpkin.

“T-thank you,” murmured the mare.

Shaka grinned as they trotted down the small Ponyville street, his head held high. The various hustle and bustle of the town surrounded the pair, giving them a strange bit of privacy amidst all the other people. Noone glanced their way, but nor was it so busy that the sidewalks were congested with traffic.

Anonymity without a crowd, perfect for what he had in mind.

“What did you think of the short hike? It wasn't too demanding was it?” Shaka inquired.

Pumpkin shook her head. “No, it wasn't bad at all. Pound and I used to hike a lot before he got a little older. Then he decided that it wasn't cool to hang out with me.”

“But he's come around recently right?” Shaka inquired.

Pumpkin sighed. “A little. He still doesn't like talking to me for very long though.”

Shaka hummed to himself, silently making a note to remedy that particular issue as soon as he got back home. “Don't worry about it,” he began. “I’m sure now that he isn't hanging out with those guys that he’ll come back around.”

“I sure hope so. Oh and thanks for that by the way,” Pumpkin exclaimed with a smile. “Those jerks always made trouble for mom, and got free stuff from Pound.”

“Well don't you worry about them. I’m sure they won't be a problem anymore,” Shaka stated confidently.

“Good. I hate those guys,” Pumpkin muttered to herself.

“You know, you’ve been very talkative during our little outing,” Shaka pointed out.

Pumpkin blanched and looked down at the ground. “Was it too much? I can stop if you want.”

“Oh not at all. It's actually quite nice,” Shaka professed. “I am just surprised you’ve opened up to me so much.”

Pumpkin blushed even harder. “Maybe it's that cologne of yours. It is really quite something.”

“Or maybe you like me,” Shaka replied, smirking at the mare as he subtly walked a little closer to her.

“I…” Pumpkin gulped, filling her lungs with the male’s potent scent. “I might.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Shaka exclaimed, flashing her a wink.

“I didn't say that!” Pumpkin shrieked, her face now beet red.

Shaka chuckled.

Pumpkin continued to blush furiously for several seconds before a wide smile spread across her face. It was then that Shaka noticed that the movie theatre was beginning to rise in the distance, its gaudy facade standing out from the normal houses and shops around it. Shaka himself found the entire thing rather garish, and the entertainment offered within to be hit or miss at best.

Yet upon seeing it, he couldn't help but smile.

“Say, are you about ready to see a movie?” Shaka inquired.

Pumpkin bobbed her head excitedly. “I would love to, though I don't know what's playing.”

“I’m sure there is something halfway decent,” Shaka exclaimed.

“Hmm, probably,” Pumpkin murmured, her blush returning. “I don't care what we see though, so long as I’m with you.”

Shaka’s grin grew larger still, and he subtly took a step closer to the mare, wafting more of his unique scent towards her. Though Pumpkin stiffened briefly, and seemed about to step away, she quickly relaxed, releasing a long sigh. It was exactly the response Shaka was hoping for, and it took all of his will power not to pump a hoof in the air.

Together they walked side by side to the theatre, their coats occasionally brushing against one another in the process. Though silent for the last bit of the way, Shaka could tell that everything was going according to plan. The mare breathed heavier, her body leaned towards his own, and her eyes occasionally glazed over when she took a particularly deep breath.

It wasn't long before they reached the counter, though Pumpkin didn't even seem to notice this until Shaka spoke.

“So, see anything interesting?” he offered.

Pumpkin blinked and looked up at the large sign displaying all the movies playing, and the times they were being shown. “Oh I uh… I’m not sure,” she murmured.

Shaka scanned the board, resisting the urge to groan at the sheer number of sequels and reboots he saw. His own experience with cinema was minimal, but even that was enough to make the zebra detest most modern films.

Thunder Lizard vs the king of New York. Thrill Kill, the movie. Thomas and Gerald take New York. Wow they really like this new york place. Shaka thought to himself. Ahh here's a good one.

The zebra cleared his throat and approached the bored teenager sitting behind the oval shaped ticket booth. “Hello, I would like two tickets to Boogie,” he declared.

The brown coated earth pony blinked. “Are you sure? I’ve heard it's a bit of a snoozefest.”

“I have never seen a movie about a sport before. It sounds like it could be fun,” Shaka replied.

The kid chuckled. “You do you man. That will be thirteen fifty, and the show starts in twenty minutes.”

“I hope you don't mind indulging my curiosity,” Shaka remarked to Pumpkin as he dug out his bit bag and retreived the correct amount.

Pumpkin shook her head. “That's fine. So long as I’m with you I don't care what we do.”

Shaka grinned and placed the bits on the counter before retrieving the tickets. “I appreciate it, Pumpkin. Come on, I think I’ve got enough left over so we can share some popcorn.”

As they walked away Shaka could hear the teenager mutter. “Lucky dog,” under his breath.

Stifling a snicker, the zebra opened the door for his date. “Beauty before age,” Shaka offered while bowing slightly.

Pumpkin giggled. “You are such a charmer.”

“I try,” Shaka replied.

Pumpkin sighed, and leaned her head on Shaka’s shoulder, prompting the stallion to raise a curious eyebrow.

“Not the most entertaining, is it?” Shaka prompted.

Pumpkin blinked, sitting up a little straighter in her seat. “N-no I’m having fun.”

“You can say it's boring,” Shaka replied, leaning in close. “It seems as though everyone else agrees with you.”

Pumpkin glanced over the mostly empty theatre, and down to the sole other group seated far below them. The small gathering of teenagers had yet to even glance towards the screen as they were busy talking, and or making out. The three couples were quiet for the most part, but it was clear they cared very little about the film they were watching.

“Maybe it is a little… dry, but I don't mind,” Pumpkin quickly claimed.

“You know, we could spice this up the same way they are,” Shaka whispered, directing his date’s attention to a pair of mares furiously making out several rows below them.

“I…” Pumpkin bit her lip, and inhaled deeply, inadvertently filling her lungs with Shaka’s potent musk. “Are you sure? What if someone sees?”

“Noone but us has seen them, and they certainly won't bother to look up here,” Shaka retorted.

Pumpkin nodded slowly, pressing her forehooves together. “I don't know Shaka. This is just supposed to be a practice date.”

“Well your going to need practice kissing right?” Shaka pressured, the stallion leaning in close enough to whisper directly into the girl’s ear. “And what better pony to practice with then someone you trust?”

“I…” Pumpkin bit her lip. “I’d like that.”

“Mmmm good,” Shaka purred. “I’ll make sure it's as pleasurable as possible for you.”

Pumpkin Cake didn't have a chance to ask what he meant by that before his lips met hers. The first thing to hit her was just how good her partner smelled, and she eagerly breathed deep of his strange, pleasant scent. It was enchanting and was almost as good as the actual embrace itself.

Which only became deeper, and more intimate as time passed, with Shaka leaning forward, all but pinning the girl against her seat. A strong striped hoof pressed against her shoulder, while the other landed just above her knee, adding a strange air of excitement to the kiss.

Then he pulled back, giving Pumpkin enough time to gasp for breath before she felt Shaka’s lips once again. This time it was even shorter, with the zebra slowly recoiling and leaving Pumpkin leaning toward him, desperate for more. He repeated this move several more times before Pumpkin mewled needfully, pawing at his chest.

“Don't tease me,” she whispered.

“If you insist,” Shaka replied.

When their lips met again, Pumpkin Cake felt her senses light up and a white hot desire coursed through her entire body. A masculine hoof ran down her chest as another drew lazy circles on her inner thigh, all while Shaka kissed her with more passion than ever before. She could feel his desire, and it electrified her, exciting the mare to the point that she had to grip her hoof holds.

It was like she was on a wild, intense ride and she could only just barely hold on lest she lose herself. A struggle that became more difficult when she felt her lips part as Shaka did the same. Her body eagerly obeyed the zebra’s whims yet Pumpkin herself was barely even aware of what was happening to her.

Then she felt his tongue enter her mouth, darting in only to retreat a moment later, the kiss ebbing and flowing. Back and forth they went, as if in a dance, with Shaka leading the entire time. As they moved, Pumpkin could feel herself grow hotter and hotter, until it felt as though she may burn up at any moment.

Only for something to touch that raging inferno and startle her out of her trance. Glancing down, Pumpkin saw that her date’s hoof was now nestled between her legs. There it worked in slow, exaggerated circles, teasing the earth pony’s folds and drawing forth a surprised moan of pleasure.

Questions began to swirl within the mare’s mind and just as she was about to give them voice, Shaka pulled back.

“Would you like me to stop?” he whispered huskily.

The mere notion of stopping at this point felt like agony to the mare, and she immediately shook her head. “N-no,” she stuttered. “It feels nice.”

“Mmm good. Trust me, it will only get better,” Shaka whispered back.

Then the kiss resumed, and this time it was joined by his hoof which moved a little more forcefully then before. Her folds parted, and she felt a bit more of his hoof enter her pussy, with Pumpkin’s legs parting on reflex, allowing him better access to her body. Over and over again they kissed, with Pumpkin struggling to contain her desire to cry out in ecstasy.

It was just so good that she silently wondered if they could do this all the time, or at least again after they left the theatre. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle yet firm hoof grabbing her own and placing it on something warm and hard. Pumpkin’s eyes went wide, though she quickly reigned in her panic as Shaka moved her hoof up and down.

The earth pony understood immediately what was happening and though there was a moment of hesitation it quickly vanished. It was only natural to return the favor she figured, while pumping the stallion’s cock. Her movements were inelegant, and she used a bit too much force a few times, but Shaka slowly taught her what to do.

While she was learning how best to give her date a hoof job, the mare was marveling at just how big he was. No magazine, or awkward encounter at the beach could prepare her for the zebra’s titanic size. It felt like it was as big as her leg and almost as wide, though Pumpkin realized that probably wasn't quite true.

Throughout it all she barely gave the other patrons a second thought, her mind slowly focusing on only Shaka and his needs. Which aggravated the mare, as Pumpkin Cake wished she was better and yearned to give him the same pleasure he was giving her. A desire which became even stronger when she felt a strange sensation suddenly overcome her entire body.

The pleasure peeked, and the young mare began to writhe as her first orgasm overwhelmed her body. A steady hoof held her against the seat while Shaka’s lips contained her fervent cries of joy. All while the zebra continued to work her folds and assault her love button vigorously.

As she came, her legs spasmed and her heart thudded in her chest, the experience electrifying the mare’s body. It was the single most intense moment of her entire life, and as she felt it slowly begin to die down the pony began to grow tired. That was until she felt Shaka begin to use her hoof to stroke himself, then she was wide awake and alert once more.

She wasn't done, it wasn't truly over. She still needed to give what he had already given her.

Pumpkin Cake sat up, her hoof moving on its own, no longer needing Shaka’s guidance anymore. Though it pained her to feel his hoof move away from her now drenched pussy, Pumpkin welcomed the change. For it allowed her to lean into the kiss, and stroke her partner with both of her forehooves.

Again it was awkward, but again Pumpkin improved rapidly, the hunger within her burning brightly once more. She needed to do more, to be better, and so she began to move faster, to work harder. The raw intensity of her own emotions startled the mare, yet she brushed past that concern as quickly as it came.

It was only natural to give back, she reasoned, and this was the perfect way to do so. Pumpkin only wished that she was as skillful as he was.

Up and down her hooves went, lovingly stroking the zebra as they continued to kiss passionately. This time she pushed back, going on the offensive as she worked his cock with everything she had. Each small moan and subtle twitch was a victory to the mare, who only became more emboldened as time passed.

Then she felt his cock twitch, becoming harder, and somehow even longer then before. He was close, and it wouldn't be long before he came, a realization that made Pumpkin want to let out a cheer. She wasn't able to do so however, as Shaka pulled back suddenly before firmly grabbing her head and pushing her down.

Again she considered resisting, but that urge was gone a second later when her senses were overwhelmed with musk. It was stronger than ever before, and for a single moment Pumpkin Cake lost herself utterly within her own intense desire.

As Pumpkin fell into her role as a cum dump, Shaka’s cock slid past her lips and filled almost the entirety of her mouth before releasing a heavy glob of cum. The zebra’s seed was hot, and the flavor immediately made Pumpkin desire more of the delicious liquid. Gulping it down, the earth pony quickly got her wish when a second dollop of the stuff landed on her tongue.

More followed, and though she swallowed as quickly as she could manage, there always seemed to be more. Soon Pumpkin realized that his ejaculation was so powerful that she couldn't keep up with it all. Cum shot out of her nose, and filled her mouth to the point of bursting.

Then it stopped, petering off and leaving the mare with a mouth so full of zebra jizz that even her cheeks were stuffed. She struggled to swallow for several seconds before eventually managing to take it all, adding another heaping helping to the mass she had already consumed. The second this happened, Shaka released the tight hold he had on Pumpkin’s head, allowing the young mare to pull back.

Gasping for air, the pony wiped her lips and cleaned her muzzle of cum, only now remembering that they were still in a public place.

“Sorry about that. Didn't want to make a mess,” Shaka apologized.

Pumpkin coughed, and awkwardly blew her jizz filled nose on the empty bag of popcorn.

“That's okay,” she whispered. “It tasted really…. Really good.”

“I’m glad. So does that mean you enjoyed yourself?” Shaka inquired.

Pumpkin nodded her head, the mare hiding behind her mane. “It was amazing. For a moment I almost wished it would never end.”

“You know it doesn't have to,” Shaka prompted, wrapping a hoof around Pumpkin’s shoulders. “We could have as many practice dates as you’d like. Unless you don't want to practice anymore?”

Pumpkin bit her lip, and spared a nervous glance down at the zebra’s still partially hard cock. “I would like that,” she replied after a short pause.

“I thought you’d say that,” Shaka exclaimed with a grin. “And don't worry Pumpkin. I’ll make sure you feel that good every single time.”