Adventures of a Small Stallion

While you're flying over Ponyville, headed straight for your next target, you take the time to think. What did make you this small, anyways? One day, you're going to bed after another lazy day of sitting around doing nothing and... extracurricular activities. You've decided to make it a priority to find out how this happened.... right after you finish what you're doing right now. This holy crusade for cootch of yours needs to be finished! It'd be a sin to let this chance go to waste, after all!

You sail through the air, landing on top of a small house directly opposite Ponyville's Library. The massive tree is home to more than just the entierty of Ponyville's collection of books, save for Town Hall, which you remember to visit later. The Mayor is a good, hard-working pony who puts aside her petty wants and desires for the good of the town. However, she is still only a pony, and everypony has needs.

You sit on the rooftop, attempting to think up strategies about getting in completely unseen. At your size, you'd think it'd be pretty easy, but apparently, luck is not on your side today. The library has quite a few ponies inside right now; not enough to warrant calling a fire pony and pulling the plug on the place, but enough that it'd be pretty easily noticiable if you just tried speeding in through the front door. You're pretty fast, but only a pony like Rainbow Dash could possibly be fast enough to move like that, even at this size. You chuckle a bit to yourself. Seeing how long it took Dash to cum, it's a bit ironic that she also happens to be able to break the sound barrier with her speed.

The library is out for now. It looks like you're going to have to find some other way to satisfy yourself. As you leap off the building and soar through the air, you pick up on the sounds coming from Sugarcube Corner. You decide to investigate.

It only takes you a minute to get over to the bakery. You take a sugary bit from what looks to be the cleanest part of the building and take a bite. The entire building is edible, and you really need a pick-me-up right now, especially considering all the strenuous activity that you've been involved in during the past hour, not to mention all the activity you're going to have gone through before the end of the day if everything plays out.

You decide to take the back way, flying in through a small window behind the building. You find yourself in the kitchen, where you decide to stay for the time being. Mr. Cake is just leaving the room and heading upstairs, presumably to take care of the couple's two foals. Now that nopony is here to guard it, the sweets are completely unprotected. The food in here looks delicious compared to the building itself, and you're more than happy to sample it before the respective customers have a chance.

Before you even have the opportunity however, the saloon doors to the main area of the bakery swing open. You dart into a cabinet to ensure you aren't spotted, and peep out of the door crack to identify the pony. You recognize the mare who enters almost immediately. Mrs. Cake looks around for the two orders of the customers outside - a double fudge chocolate chocolate cake, and a simple cherry pie. When she turns around, however, you get a chance to observe the REAL pie.  You allow your 'head' to take control of your head once again, and you leap out of the cabinet. Since she's turned around at the moment to head back out to the store-front, Mrs. Cake takes no notice of your presence. You stealthily hover right up to her behind and dive into her tail. You're surrounded by the pink hair of her tail, and the sweet smell gets a slight rise out of you. You bounce around as Mrs. Cake trots back up to the counter, handing the two customers their desserts before beginning to serve the next customer in line.

As she stops and begins to take the order, you peek out of the mess of hair and find yourself staring directly at her tremendous taco. Her little button is peeking out from between her two massive meat clefts. Not only does her fantastic finger warmer look remarkably tight considering her foals and age,  but her second hole was no slouch either. It was pretty clear that Mrs. Cake had never done anal, and you aren't planning to deflower her hole today. No, no you have something much better in mind.

As you hear Mrs.Cake recite lines that she probably has a dozen times over, you swing her tail slightly closer to her crotch. Now all you have to do is wait for the right moment...

"Hello sir! What can IAIAIAI!!"

You've started digging your face into her slit. You rub and rub as hard as you can, trying to get as much of a rise out of Mrs. Cake as you can. What you didn't expect, however, was the sheer power and weight behind her ass muscles. The massive twin mountains are barely being held back by your hooves, and looking down past your erection, you can see that she has spread her legs a bit, most likely a reaction to your fiddling with her fat little clam.

You can hear her attempting to continue on with her job, and her resistance only make your pussy pleaser harder. You begin grinding against her cock holster, rubbing yourself vigorously against the throbbing warm opening.

The customer looked concerned. "Uhh, Mrs. Cake, are you alright? You look kinda sweaty and out of breath."

"Ohhhhh....OhhHHHNO DEAR, I'm F-f-FIIIIIiiiinne! N-Now, whaaAAt would yo--"

Mrs. Cake never got to finish her sentence. You flip yourself upside down and latch on to her protruding honey pot, thrusting your cock in and out of her warm flaps and attacking her clit with everything you have. You slurp, lick, pick, roll, suck, nibble, squeeze, and generally do ANYTHING to her happy pearl. It has grown to massive proportions and is furiously throbbing, the next shot threatening to drive Mrs. Cake over the edge. Her legs are trembling, just barely keeping her balanced, and the pool of liquid around her hooves is not her precious pussy juice, but her sweat instead. In a final attempt to get her to cum in public, you open your mouth, rear back your head and bring it forward with a massive amount of force. You  nearly inhale all of her clit into your mouth, biting down and pulling back so that your teeth gently rake the exposed pink nub, all the while licking it with your tongue so thoroughly that you wouldn't be surprised if Mrs. Cake's lewd liquids replaced your saliva after this.

"--uuuu....mmmmmph!!!!!"

At this, Mrs. Cake completely locked up. You could see that she was desperate to hold back her orgasm, knowing what kind of attention she would attract. She bit down hard on her lip and clenched her butt cheeks, trying as hard as possible to keep from cumming. Unfortunately, this had the unintended effect of pushing you over the edge. You slide your forearms out from under her massive meat cushions and grab both sides of her gorged, madly pulsing clit, somehow managing to suck it even harder in the heat of your climax. You clench your eyes shut and feel the euphoria wash over you as you cum into her.

Mrs. Cake bites her lip even harder, sweating profusely in her attempt to stay away from the breaking point.

"Aaaaah.....need...ggoooooooo...."

She manages to just barely manage to make it into the kitchen, waddling all the way and holding her tail directly over her extremely wet cooter to keep her from revealing her heat to the rest of the restaurant, though some ponies were bound to notice the liquid pouring down her hindlegs and her waddling posture.

The second that she made it past the double doors, Mrs. Cake opened her mouth and let out a near silent scream.

"Aggh---Ahhah---Aahh---Ah----Ahnnn---" She let out a string of quiet exclamations as she experienced one of the most powerful orgasms in her life. Sweat slid down her face in beads, and her eyes had rolled so far back into her head that her irises had nearly disappeared. You feel the tide coming, and manage to squeeze yourself out from between her still locked loins to witness the event.

You can see your cum still clinging to the outsides of her folds, but not for long. A wave of pussy juice rushes from her slit, then abruptly stops, Mrs. Cake still vainly attempting to half the river's flow. She continues to squirt in intervals and then quickly stop for at least 2 minutes. After her quivering pussy is completely tapped out, she collapses on the ground, her hind legs holding up her tired rear. This sight immediately makes you hungry for more. You decide to fly up to her still leaky cock sock and rub your semi flaccid dick roughly, once more, against its sopping folds.

"NNNNNNGGGHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

She manages to find some small amount of slit sauce left over, dripping onto the floor like a downpour. The liquid doesn't even touch you, as she has no strength left over to even squirt, but it does make her pussy clench even tighter than it already is, bringing your dick back to a full hard-on.

You decide to leave Mrs. Cake for now, however. She has just had at least two orgasms, and you don't plan to break her. You exit the kitchen, leaving her half passed out on the floor and in a mess of her own juices. As you leave the kitchen and hover close to the ceiling to avoid attention as you head to the front door, you manage to pick up the music that drew you here in the first place, though it is incredibly faint. You fly upstairs, the music getting stronger with every flap of your wings. When you make it to the top of the stairs and fly through the door that the music is emanating from, you are met with an incredibly pleasant sight, one that manages to make your dick begin to leak a bit of precum, despite the fact that you've just released your load inside Mrs. Cakes huge hooch.

Pinkie Pie is exercising, wearing what looked to be a yellow top, some hoofbands, a headband with a feather hanging off of it, hind leg warmers..... and a tight little pair of cyan shorts, being secured and held in place by a dark blue belt. It appears that just as you were walking in, Pinkie began to stretch, pushing out her front hooves and leaving her plot wobbling magnificently in the air. Her hind legs started shivering, which made no sense to you, seeing as she was wearing leg warmers to prevent that kind of thing, and Pinkie raised her tail and head in alarm. Her velcro triangle was clearly visible through the thin material of the pants, showcasing her beetle's bonnet as it was flattened against the fabric.

"Huh? Leg shivers? But that's not right! I only have leg shivers when I'm about to have---WHOOA!!"

Pinkie gets cut off as you fly directly into her crotch, landing directly on her chuff. You waste no time and begin humping her massive muff, the combined force of your thrusts and your initial impact causing Pinkie to lose her balance and sending her tumbling forward onto her torso.

"Ooohhh.... What is that?? Ahh, that's...."

Pinkie's confusion as to what had just hit her is soon replaced by a gasp of surprise as you stop humping the fabric of the shorts around her rear and fly up and over her tail, landing directly in front of the elastic of the belt and squeezing under it, making your way into her shorts. The light inside is a light shade of blue thanks to the filtering properties of the shorts, and you can smell nothing but the musk from the workout as you crawl quickly across her pink posterior. You soon encounter what you were looking for - Pinkie's pink pussy - and slide down, licking up and down her slit and squirming around.

To her credit, Pinkie barely makes a sound. Every now and then you think you can hear a stifled groan come from her mouth as you continue to grope her nethers, but she quickly cuts it off. Soon, after only a minute or two, the familiar wetness of arousal coats both you and her pussy, and it looks as if she is ready to cum already. Sensing this, you stop moving and keep her on the edge, delaying her orgasm for as long as you can. You flip over and begin rubbing your dick against the fabric itself, and the new feeling causes you to release your jizz all over the backside of her pants, leaving a noticable stain all the way up to the base of her asshole. At this, you decide to let her trembling tongue magnet finally get off, and you spread your wings wide open, expanding them inside of her pink playmate and fluttering them back and forth, tickling her inner walls.

At this, Pinkie can't take it anymore. She clenches her eyes and teeth, and her throbbing pussy pushes you out of her and forces you to exit her shorts for fear of suffocation. She climaxes, sweat pouring down her face and legs, now trembling much more powerfully than before. Pinkie actually starts winking, the folds of her pussy pushing out and retreating periodically as a sign of her heat, and before long a massive, sopping wet stain has formed just below her tail, with some of her juices leaking out of the sides of her shorts.

Just as you are about to leave, satisfied with your work, you hear hoofsteps approaching the room. Mr. Cake enters just as you manage to dash up behind one of the closet doors on the far side of the room. You keep one of the doors opened just a bit so that you can see what's happening out there.

"Pinkie?" Mr. Cake asks. He doesn't seem as shocked or surprised that she's lying, face on the ground and rear-up, in a pool of her own joy juice.

"....Well, looks like you couldn't wait today. Decided to paddle your own little pink canoe, hmm? I guess I'll just have to fuck you till your eyes cross today."

Up until this point, you could only see Mr. Cake's face as he stood in the doorframe. When he walked in however, you really wished that you hadn't been looking at him. His long, dangling kickstand hung under him, and with every step he took towards Pinkie, it grew harder and harder. Soon enough, he was directly behind her. He ripped open her soaked shorts and admired her stupendously slick slit before lining up his pulsating pussy pounder.

He looked up at the clock on the wall. "Alright, Honeybunches should still be downstairs tending to the customers for at least another hour," He said, "So we have more than enough..."

"TIME!!" He finished his sentence as he thrust forward, enveloping himself in Pinkie's cock rocker. She let out a gasp, her eyes opening wide and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. As Mr. Cake pounded into her, Pinkie began to feel her climax rising again. Her eyes were both rolling into the back of her head, and she was trying to speak, but the vigorous pounding caused her words to fall apart before she could even finish forming them.

"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AHHH!!" Was all she could manage to get out as she felt her pussy tighten around Mr. Cake's one-eyed monster. After a good twenty minutes, drool was leaking from Pinkie's mouth and her face seemed to be frozen into a state of ecstasy as Mr. Cake neared his limit. "That's it you little slut! That's it! Get tighter for me, I'm almost there! Almost....ALMOST....AGGHGHGGHH!!"

He rapidly increased his pace before slamming into her one final time. His hips quivered as his seed spilled out of her pulsing plughole. Pinkie arched her back and pushed herself further backward, forcing his cock even deeper into her.

Mr. Cake shuddered as he spurted his baby gravy even deeper into her. You let out a grunt and look down. Apparently, just watching the act occur in front of you, before your very eyes, has made you involuntarily ejaculate all over the door. You start to feel a bit woozy, and before you know it, you pass out.

~~~~~

You wake up for a few moments to see Pinkie still on the ground, Mr. Cake walking away as if nothing had happened with a smile on his face.

"And remember....let's not tell Lambchops about this?" Was all you could make out before he walked away. Pinkie, eyes crossed from being screwed silly and her ass still in the air and leaking various substances, the floor around her covered in sweat and pussy juice, could only say one thing:

"Okie .....Dokie ....Lokie..." Before passing out.

You follow after soon enough and see nothing but darkness.