Pinkie Pie whistled as she mopped up the common area of Sugar Cube Corner after another late night partying. Tonight, she was the Party Pony, the Pink Purveyor of Pleasure, as quick with a smile and relaxed as ever. She giggled and wriggled her rump as she remembered that night the week before, when she’d been so much more tired.

She’d gotten exactly what she’d needed that night.

Sweet Celestia, I am such a lucky pony! She thought to herself, looking up at the stairs with a fond smile. Of course, she wasn’t always the one who needed a little cheering up at Sugarcube Corner. Not even usually the one! She remembered back years ago, before the twins had been born, before Twilight had come to town… back to when she’d run away from home to work as the apprentice baker and premier party planner in Ponyville.

Now that had been one doozy of a night!

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“Have a good night, Bon-Bon! Oh, and let me know if you can make those habanero chocolate chips!” Pinkie Pie called out, waving a hoof cheerfully as the candy-maker left the shotp. Bon-Bon gave her a strained smile in response, trying to conceal a shudder as she hurried away with Lyra at her side.

“Oh, they make such a cute couple, don’t you think?” Pinkie giggled as she closed the door, turning around to the Cakes, who were just putting out the fire in the big stove they’d been using for the night.

“Lyra and Bon-Bon?” Mr. Cake yawned. “Heh… s’pose they do,” he shrugged slightly. “Good for business, either way. So much easier not to have to ship all the specialty candies in from out of town anymore. Especially now that you’re expanding the menu,” he smirked.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Pinkie asked, cocking her head. “Everypony seems to like the new ideas we’ve been coming up with!”

“Oh, of course not, Pinkie, dear,” Mrs. Cake reassured her, walking out of the kitchen. “Business hasn’t been this good in years, with your parties and the new toppings! You go get some sleep, Carrot, I’ll help clean up,” she offered.

“Thanks, Cup,” he said with another yawn, starting up the stairs sleepily.

“You can go to bed too, if you want,” Pinkie told her benefactress. “It was my party, after all!”

“Oh, nonsense, we cooked for it,” the pudgy blue mare told her, waving a hoof. “Besides, it’ll be good to do some girl talk.”

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie giggled, darting around the room and starting to sweep up confetti while Cup fetched the mop to clean up any spills.

“So, are you seeing anypony special?” Mrs. Cake asked casually as Pinkie cleaned with startling efficiency. “Maybe that nice Caramel fellow?”

“Are you kidding?” Pinkie giggled. “He’s totally into pegasi! Have you seen the way he looks at Cloudchaser and Flitter? It’s almost too cute! Besides, I prefer older ponies,” she shrugged.

“Oh, so Mister Waddle’s got an admirer?” Cup teased, only to be surprised when Pinkie cocked her head in thought.

“Mmm… nah, but I like his bow tie,” she mused. “Bow ties are cool! Especially if they spin.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Mrs. Cake smiled, thinking of her own husband, and the tie he always wore, as she picked up the scattered dishes once the spills were cleaned up.

“What about you?” Pinkie asked, flexing one of her legs as she felt a pinch in her knee from holding the broom wrong. “How are you and Mr. Cake doing?” A cup and saucer suddenly shattered on the floor, startling the distracted teen. She whirled around, only to see Cup recoiling from the shards of earthenware.

“Oh buck!” She swore, looking back at Pinkie shamefully as she realized what she’d done, and then said, in front of their young employee. “Oh, listen to me… heh… I’m sorry, Pinkie, I just don’t know what came over me….”

Pinkie didn’t seem concerned at all, hurrying over to sweep up the hazard before turning to Cup.

“Are you hurt?” She asked, lowering her head to the ground to see if there were any signs that she’d been cut.

“No, Pinkie, I’m fine,” Cup said hurriedly. “I’m just getting so clumsy these days, I’m sorry….”

Suddenly, a bright blue pair of eyes, surrounded by pink fur, were staring into hers, pink surrounded by blue. She could see the doubt in Pinkie’s eyes, felt them seeming to bore straight through her… it was unnerving, the way Pinkie looked at you if she thought you were lying to her. Like she could stare straight through into the truth.

Cup wanted nothing less right now. Didn’t want to have to explain what was wrong, break Pinkie’s innocent view of the world.

Why didn’t you expect her to ask that? Stupid, stupid old mare! Stupid, fat, clumsy – bwuh?

Cup’s self-deprecating train of thought was interrupted as she was suddenly swept up into a tight embrace, Pinkie hugging her like she’d seen the words running through Cup’s mind and wanted to squeeze them right out of her.

“What’s wrong?” Pinkie asked her quietly. Cup tried to fight it for a moment more… and then she hugged Pinkie back, burying her muzzle in the young pony’s shoulder as she sobbed.

“Oh, Pinkie, Carrot doesn’t love me anymore, I know it!”

“What?” Pinkie screeched, shooting back, holding Cup at hoof’s length so she could see if she’d heard her right. “Are you loco in the coco?!?”

“It’s true, Pinkie! He doesn’t look at me the way he used to, he doesn’t talk to me the way he used to… he doesn’t even call me ‘honeybun’ anymore! We haven’t even slept together in months!”

“But you’ve only got one guest room, and I’m in it,” Pinkie frowned, cocking her head like it would help the gears turn a bit faster. Cup laughed bitterly, shaking her head and burying it in her hooves.

“I mean we don’t have sex anymore, Pinkie! Oh, but I can’t blame him, just look at me! I’m old, I’m fat, I’m – mmph?!?”

Cup’s eyes flew wide as Pinkie’s hooves shifted from her shoulders up to her face, tipping it up and pulling the older mare in for a heated, passionate kiss. They got even wider as Pinkie pressed her tongue against Cup’s lips, seeing how deeply she could take it without getting in trouble.

Cup knew she should have pushed Pinkie away. Should have yelled at her. Should have at least pulled back, and tried to pass this all off as Pinkie wanting her to shut up and stop saying things that the younger mare didn’t want to hear. She knew that’s what she should have done, but she’d been aching to have somepony love her for so long that she didn’t care. She parted her lips, letting Pinkie keep kissing her, pulling her close again and hugging her with an entirely different sort of passion. They each closed their eyes, the kiss growing more heated as Pinkie rubbed Cup’s back.

Finally, they each broke for air, and Cup rested her head on Pinkie’s shoulder, opening her eyes with a sigh.

Only to see Carrot’s face from the stairs, a mix of shock and hurt on his face.

Cup pushed Pinkie away with a gasp, turning away from Carrot shamefully.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry!” She sobbed.

“What – you two – wha – huh?” Carrot stammered from where he was standing. Pinkie saw him there, and her hair started to deflate as it sank in what it must have looked like… but then she looked a bit further back, and the rapid slide into depression was halted.

“It’s not what it looked like, Mr. Cake, I promise!” Pinkie said quickly. “Mrs. Cake… Cup was upset, and she was saying all sorts of things about how you didn’t love her anymore, and… well, I shouldn’t have kissed her, and I’m sorry about that. But… well, I don’t think you think she’s ugly and old and fat any more than I do!” She added, grabbing Cup and turning her back around.

“Most stallions don’t get those when they’re watching two ‘ugly, fat’ mares make out,” she stage-whispered to Cup, pointing with one hoof to the erection that Carrot was now consciously aware of, but he was sensible enough to focus on what Pinkie had told him first. Cup opened her eyes, looking at the orange-and-black mottled horsecock that was hidden behind the rails on the stairs up to their room. She looked up at Carrot’s face next, and saw him coming towards her resolutely.

“Cup?” He said, standing her up and looking her in the eyes. “I want you to listen very, very carefully to me.” Cup nodded slightly as he stepped closer, keenly aware of his firmness pressing against her pudgy belly.

Then, he plunged his head forward just like Pinkie had, kissing his wife with all the passion he’d just watched Pinkie show, and more. Cup moaned. Pinkie squealed into her hooves. Carrot pressed his beloved back so she was sitting on a table, deepening the kiss and reaching down to massage her teats the way he remembered she’d loved during their honeymoon, entirely too long ago. The moan into his mouth and feel of her pasterns wrapping around his shaft told him that nothing had changed, and he thrust forward instinctively, his shaft rubbing against her aching, needy sex as the two of them started rutting right there.

Finally, he managed to pull his lips away from hers long enough to nibble one of her ear-tips.

“You’re not the only one who felt a bit neglected, I suppose,” he murmured. “I want to fix that so bad right now, honeybun.” Cup blushed deeply, glancing shyly over his shoulder at Pinkie, who was nodding enthusiastically, mouthing ‘yesyesYES’ as her eyes almost rattled in her head.

“Do you mind if Pinkie watches?” She asked Carrot, looking up into his eyes with a sultry gaze that she was entirely too rusty with for her comfort. “She is the one who got us to admit to it… and I think she likes your tie as much as I do,” she winked, reaching up to tap it with a hoof.

“I’d love it,” Carrot grinned, shifting his hips and kissing Cup again as he thrust forward, burying himself in his wife’s hungry, delightfully plush body.

~~~Time! And just as I was getting to the good stuff too – consider this a bonus, FimFiction!~~~

Pinkie bit her lip to contain a delighted squeal as she saw their cares melting away, the little annoyances, the big doubts… she loved to see her friends smile.

Seeing ponies she loved doing so much more than that, though, that was something she’d give a whole day of frowning faces to see.

Her hoof found its way between her legs, curling to rub the soft frog against her moist lips. Cup moaned, twisting her hind legs up around Carrot’s slender waist, crossing them behind him as he thrust deeply into her.

Pinkie imagined what it must feel like, having him so deep in her body. She’d gotten a good look at what he had to offer, after all, and while he wasn’t the most well-endowed pony she’d ever seen, his shaft had the girth the rest of his body didn’t. Her hoof glided along her folds, soon dripping wet as she watched his balls slapping against Cup’s rump, listened to the whimpers and moans neither of them tried to hold back. Carrot started thrusting faster, shorter, and in her anticipation Pinkie bit her lip so hard she could taste blood.

She didn’t care, not when Cup cried out, and Carrot crooked his long neck around his wife’s, grinding his hips against hers, his shaft spurting deep inside of her.

“Oh Celestia,” he moaned. “Why don’t we do this more often again, honeybun?” He panted, leaning back to give Cup a tender kiss.

“No idea, love,” Cup murmured back, returning the kiss. “But I know a pony who deserves a very special thank you, don’t you think?” She turned his head around towards Pinkie.

“Uhm… heh… don’t mind me?” She grinned sheepishly, still rubbing herself with her hoof.

“Oh no, dearie… you’re not getting off that easily,” Cup giggled, leaning up and whispering something into Carrot’s ear. His eyes widened at whatever she said, but he seemed to think it over, pulling out of Cup and turning to look Pinkie up and down, his cock still erect, glistening with a mix of his juices and his wife’s.

“Pinkie?” He asked her. “How would you like to make up for making out with Cup without my knowing?”

“I really am sorry about that,” Pinkie murmured, dropping down to all fours, leaving a trail of single hoofprints behind her as she walked over, nuzzling Carrot’s chest. “How can I make it up to you?” She asked him, forcing herself to keep her eyes on his face, instead of his cock.

He leaned in to kiss her, hesitantly at first, then more energetically as she returned the gesture, pressing her lips against his. She pulled back a moment later, glancing between them both and raising a hoof to paw lightly at Mr. Cake’s stomach.

“C-can I ask something?” Pinkie asked with uncharacteristic shyness. “If … if you two don’t like the idea, don’t worry about it, I won’t feel bad. But… well, maybe we can… all go up to the bedroom for my apology? I shouldn’t have said it the way I did but… I really, really, really like you both. And I have to apologize to Cup for getting her into trouble too, right…?” She batted her eyelashes at them both and turned around towards the stairs, flicking her tail up along Carrot’s cock, before sliding it down Cups’ barrel to graze her teats lightly.

“Race you!” She suddenly laughed, bolting up the stairs. The older couple looked at each other, mouths agape.

“You ready for this, honeybunch?” Carrot asked.

“Pinkie just asked us to take her in for a threesome, dear. If there is anypony who is ready for that… I don’t think I want to know,” Cup observed, getting down onto all fours. “But… you always have had that fantasy, remember…?” She grinned back at him, flicking her own tail up before starting for the stairs, her husband following just a few steps behind her, grinning like an idiot as he nipped at her flanks.

“Naughty colt!” Cup scolded him with a grin, hurrying up to their open bedroom. When the two of them arrived, they found Pinkie hiding behind the bed, peeking up over the mattress at them. They could see her relaxing visibly when they appeared, hopping up and onto the bed with her best ‘come hither’ look.

“Pinkie… you have got to work on that,” Cup giggled, climbing onto the other side of the bed and patting the mattress between them both. “Like this,” she added, directing her own seductive gaze at her husband.

“You two are trying much too hard to be sexy,” Carrot smirked, climbing in between them, grateful that the Princess-sized bed had been one of their early indulgences. “You both manage just fine without working at it,” he added, kissing each of them, sliding one hoof around each mare’s neck, enjoying the feeling of their plump bodies pressing against his much slimmer one.

“Flatterer,” Cup blushed.

“It’s true, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie grinned, leaning across Carrot to kiss the older mare. “Mmm… I’ve never wanted to lick the frosting out of a cupcake before!” She added with a cheesy grin.

Each of the Cakes groaned and rolled their eyes, Carrot carefully shifting himself out from under Pinkie to take a place behind her.

“Just for that, I think I’m going to see about filling your pie,” he smirked, nibbling one of her ears.

“Oooh… threaten me with a good time,” Pinkie shivered. “Want to try something a little… well… tighter?” She asked, flicking her tail up to reveal both her sopping wet marehood, and the tight pucker above it. “Since I am being punished and all….”

“You are a naughty little filly, aren’t you?” Cup grinned, leaning down and whispering something into Pinkie’s ear. The pink filly grinned up at her lover, planting herself between blue thighs and giving a long, slow, sensuous lick up her dripping folds.

“I grew up on a rock farm. What else was there to do, once I got old enough?” She giggled. “And I think that’s a great idea, Mrs. Cake!”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Mr. Cake asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope! Ride my rump, handsome!” Pinkie grinned over her shoulder, turning back to pay attention to Cup’s pussy again, making a contented sound as she sank her tongue deep between purple lips.

“Oh Goddess, that tongue,” Mrs. Cake moaned, pulling Carrot forward. “You heard her, sweetie. Make her… oooh… make her squeal!”

“With pleasure, honeybun!” Carrot grinned, rubbing his stiff shaft against Pinkie’s pink, slicking it up nicely with her juices before slowly starting to press himself into her tight, hot ass. Pinkie’s eyes rolled back in her head at the feeling of being filled so very full, her tongue twisting inside of Mrs. Cake to prod her g-spot with the tip, scooping up every drop of Carrot’s seed while the back of it curled up to tease the older mare’s outer folds, making the short hairs around it stand at attention.

Carrot, once he’d finally fit the head of his cock inside Pinkie’s rump, took a moment to adjust before he started thrusting, sinking himself in deeper with each thrust. The way Pinkie whimpered and wriggled was delightful, and watching his wife writhing at the teen pony’s oral ministrations….

He’d be lying if he’d said he wasn’t a little bit jealous; he couldn’t remember making her look like that in years, if ever. But he had a feeling Pinkie would be more than happy to give him pointers. He leaned in to kiss Cup heatedly, putting a hoof under her chin as he started thrusting deeper, soon working his way up to the medial ring.

“She’s soooo good with her tongue, honey!” Cup whimpered. “She’s… ah… oh!” She gasped as she came, soaking Pinkie’s muzzle with her juices. Pinkie leaned up, her mouth full of Carrot’s cum as she nosed her way between them, kissing Cup and feeding her a mouthful of stallion-seed.

Carrot gaped, forgetting to thrust for a moment as the two mares’ tongues fought visibly for his taste. Then, remembering he had a role of his own to play, he started thrusting harder. He pulled a hoof back experimentally, swatting Pinkie’s cutie mark.

“Ooh! Harder!” Pinkie grinned, clenching down around his cock as he drew back. With his next thrust, he spanked her harder, his hoof thudding against the balloons on her flank and sending shockwaves rippling through her ample ass. She squealed, grabbing Cup hard and kissing her, then moving down to start nuzzling and nibbling at her teats.

Carrot was getting a pretty good idea of what sort of party Pinkie preferred. He picked up the pace, spanking her with every thrust, loving the way she rewarded him by clenching down and lavishing attention on his wife’s nethers. Cup moaned, leaning in to kiss her husband, holding him deep as he kept pounding away.

Finally, Pinkie squealed sharply, her body trembling from nose to tail-tip before she came hard. The feel of her body vibrating around his member pushed Carrot over the edge, and his balls pulled up tight to empty themselves into her bowels. Cup, despite having already come twice, only took a few moments more to squeeze her eyes shut while her clenching pussy ached to feel her husband inside, but satisfied itself with Pinkie’s tongue instead.

A sweaty, tired pile of ponies slumped down together in the bed, exhausted, but ultimately satisfied.

“Mmm… Pinkie?” Carrot murmured tiredly, his softening shaft slipping from her body.

“Yeah?”

“Welcome to the family, Pinkie,” Cup yawned, giving Carrot a light kiss as they all settled in for the night.

“Thank you both… so much,” Pinkie smiled contentedly, snuggling up between them.

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I really am the luckiest pony alive. Pinkie told herself silently, reveling in the feel of being pressed between the two ponies she loved most in the world. She reached behind herself, stroking Carrot’s thigh lightly, giggling as she felt him stir and press his morning wood against her leg.

Ooh… a little morning fun wouldn’t hurt, she decided, starting to shift herself to clench her cheeks around his shaft. Unfortunately, just as she was about to start her fun, she heard the twins starting to cry for breakfast.

“Urfm… gurgh,” Carrot muttered incoherently, clearly frustrated at being woken up from his pleasant dream.

“I’ll get it,” Pinkie promised, slipping out from between her lovers and hurrying into the bathroom to clean up. The twins could wait that long.

By the time she was out, she saw that Cup and Carrot were already snuggling up, and to judge by the look of things, would probably be getting that morning fun she was passing up by the time she was back.

But the smiles on their half-sleeping muzzles were all worth it.

Luckiest. Pony. Alive, she repeated to herself, trotting off to take care of the twins, and get the morning bake started.

Author's Note

The prompt was all about cheering somepony up with sex this time, and I wanted to explore the dawn of PinkieCakes. So, you get yourselves a nice bit of drama, romance, and proto-poly threesome!

And, of course, a little glimpse into the fact that, like any relationship, sometimes being in a triad means you get out of your warm (and/or sexy) bed to go take care of the kids. Even if they aren't technically biologically yours, you love 'em all the same.