Author's Note

Sorry this came out so late, been sick all week from enjoying Halloween too much. Either way, not as big as I wanted this bonus chapter to be, but I made you all wait long enough. Here is the final chapter.

And yes, I'll be posting the next episode of SILC in a few hours.

Bonus: Cockholding

As the autumn leaves danced through the crisp end of October, Sugarcube Corner was transformed into a horror of color and sound. The familiar bakery, known for its delightful pastries and cheerful atmosphere, had taken on a new life, resonating with loud music and the laughter of dozens of young trick-or-treaters. Pumpkins carved with grinning faces adorned every corner, while cobweb decorations hung from the ceiling, creating an enchanting atmosphere for the Halloween celebration.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake found themselves at the heart of the whirlwind of hard work. The couple worked tirelessly, balancing trays of freshly baked treats and scooping swirls of frosting onto cupcakes decorated to resemble ghosts and goblins. The sweet aroma of sugar wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp scent of fall, drawing in parents and children alike, their costumes brightening the room with vivid hues.

“Honey, we’ve run out of caramel apples!” Mr. Cake called out, his voice rising above the music.

“I’ll whip up another batch! Just keep an eye on those cupcakes!” Mrs. Cake replied, her hands working to prepare more treats. She darted towards the kitchen, where the faint sound of bubbling cauldrons and the warm glow of the oven invited her in. Her heart ached and back twisted upon noticing it again... Pinkie Pie was nowhere to be found.

Just moments before her disappearance, Pinkie was in her element, leading a spirited conga line that wound through a tunnel of whimsical balloon animals fashioned to resemble spooky creatures. Laughter echoed off the walls as ponies of all ages got swept up in the delight of the moment. Each balloon animal seemed more awe-inspiring than the last, with glowing faces and exaggerated features that added a touch of whimsy to the vibrant atmosphere. With her signature poofy mane bouncing energetically in rhythm, Pinkie commanded the whole party.

As the festivities progressed, her organizational skills were on full display. Every corner of Sugarcube Corner was dotted with games ranging from bobbing for apples to the ever-popular musical chairs, while another showcased an elaborate punch bowl bursting with fizzy, vibrant colors. Every sip promised a new flavor, tantalizing the taste buds and fueling further excitement. The air buzzed with laughter, cheers, and the sound of music, all perfectly curated by Pinkie herself.

But just as quickly as she had ignited the party spirit, she faded from it. Where had Pinkie Pie gone? What could possibly pull her away from the revelry she had orchestrated with such vibrancy and joy?

“Have you seen Pinkie?” Mr. Cake asked a group of young fillies dressed as broomstick-wielding witches.

They giggled and shook their heads, their candy bags bulging. “Maybe she’s in the back, frosting cupcakes like a ghost!” one of them suggested, and they burst into laughter before racing towards the pin-the-tail-on-the-pony game.

The buzz of activity, the shrieks of delight over a successful candy grab, the sounds of impromptu dancing, grew more pronounced with every moment. Still, the Cake Parents couldn’t help but glance around, searching for the party planner who usually ensured that every detail was perfect.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the bakery, unbeknownst to Mr. and Mrs. Cake, Pinkie Pie was hard at work... getting her pussy pounded by the young stallion, Rumble.

Pinkie's legs were spread wide open, her feet flung back and forth on the counter as Rumble thrust into her again and again. He had a firm grip on her hips, holding them tight as he bucked wildly, his eyes shut and his teeth gritted in pleasure.

"Damn... the rumors are right, anything for some hot white frosting!" he grunted as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her wet folds. Rumble had his wings extended out, and he was trying to balance on the countertop. The stallion was wearing a black hoodie with a red devil design, his pants dankly on his ankles, while his cock being shoved in and out of the pretty, busty and pink angel pony.

"Just don't waste a single drop!!" Pinkie Pie laughed between breaths. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip and whimpered. Her hair was flowing and bouncing as her tits flopped up and down. Her fake wings were spread in and out like real ones. Her body fluttered with a mixture of arousal and thrill. The young stallion's hips were relentless, his hands resting on her bare thighs, barely able to keep any sense of control.

On the otherside of the room, Cheese Sandwinch was tied to a chair, his cock firm in his hand in front on Pinkie Pie's waiting face. The older stallion was blatantly smiling, even with his eyes locked on the scene and his mouth gagged with a cupcake, his tail swaying around as his cock was thrusting and rubbing at the sounds of his wife's wet pussy getting pounded by another.

Rumble couldn't believe she accepted his frosting-covered offer so easily. Coming here as a last resort as he couldn't wrench Twilight away from those books. Not helping was her guards pounding into her the whole time he was talking to her early. Damn, nerd barely batted an eye at either of them, forcing him to head over here for his action.

However, he never expected to be involved in a cockholding event. Seeing Pinkie Pie's husband twist and shutter in his chair as he beat into the mare. His cock throbbing and pulsating with each shove forward. The walls of her tight, warm, and wet pussy clenching and gripping him. There was no sense of foreplay or extra movements, the young stallion couldn't think of anything else, his body just moving on instinct.

Pinkie was having a blast. She turned awau and watched Cheese's reactions. She could tell his body was eager and desperate, his balls begging for a release. His cock was already throbbing and twitching, the veins showing how tense and firm it was. She giggled and winked, knowing the poor stud was suffering for her love.

"Come on, Cheesy! You can't cum until I say so!" She teased, turning her attention back to Rumble. The young stallion's hips continued to rock, his dick thrusting in and out with great speed and passion. He grunted and groaned, the pressure building and his muscles tensing. Pinkie's body was so warm and welcoming.

Seeing that both stallions were about to cum, she turned toward the audience reading through their laptops, possibly jacking off to all this disgusting diabetic filth. "Did you really think Lighttone Gryphonstar would be cruel enough to torture the little brother too..." She shivered and shuttered, feeling the young stallion's seed rise. "Not a chance, Thunderlane is his one and only Kenny!!"

With that final word given, Rumble pulled out and showered semen all over the pink mare's angel costume. In the same moment, watching his wife get covered was enough to break the tides for him too. Cheese Sandwich smashed the cupcake down and blasted his own load of semen all over her face. She opened at her mouth and licked up every drop that reached her face of both loads of frost pipping over her.

The stallions panted, their cocks still firm and twitching as he looked down at the mare. Her wings and dress were completely ruined. Pinkie stood up, dropping her whole costume and gestured him over. She giggled and wrapped her naked breast around both cocks at once. "Oh, no! We are far from done tonight!" She cooed, pumping her tit's against the throbbing members. "I am so hungry

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