“Bye! Have a good night! I’ll see you all again real soon!” Pinkie Pie grinned broadly, her teeth a bright white wall the words practically crept through as she bid the last of the evening’s guests farewell.

It couldn’t happen soon enough.

Pinkamina Diane Pie, don’t you dare let them see you sweat! She ordered herself, waving at the departing ponies. You’ve had longer nights than this! It’s not Featherweight’s fault that his birthday is the fifth this week! Be the party pony, Pinkie! Be the party!

The problem, of course, was that the party was winding down, and so was Pinkie’s seemingly permanent sugar-fueled giddiness, which she’d already taken to supplementing heavily with caffeine earlier in the day when she was frosting the cake for Featherweight’s sixteenth birthday. He was growing up to be a cute colt, too. He’d make a very special somepony for a lucky filly or colt, and someday soon too, Pinkie was sure.

She kept telling herself that, kept smiling and waving until the last of the ponies were gone, and then visibly deflated. She dropped down to all four hooves heavily, groaning as she slumped forward onto one of the tables of Sugarcube Corner, dreading to look behind her and see the work to be done to clean up.

Be the party pony. Be responsible. You have to clean up, so we can start baking bright and early tomorrow. Oh Celestia, why did I let Featherweight’s parents talk me into using Sugarcube Corner for the party?!?

Pinkie’s back ached, her legs ached, her hooves ached. Her mane, normally as bouncy and carefree as she was, seemed to be sagging right along with her.

You love your job, Pinkie. You love both of your jobs. You love everything about them. Except for the part where you have to clean up a party at midnight so you’re ready to start baking at four in the morning and everypony else who’s got a shard of sense has already gone to bed.

Cup and Carrot had both gone up earlier, after the twins’ bedtime and the cake had been served. They needed all the rest they could get, so Pinkie could afford a mid-morning nap after the breakfast rush and before lunch. It was so tempting to just close her eyes and fall asleep right there on the table, to Tartarus with the mess.

Maybe for just a moment…. She let her eyes start to drift closed, ready to break one of her cardinal rules. She’d hate herself for it in the morning, but right now, she just hurt too much after so much partying.

Blasphemy! Some tiny part of her brain shrieked, shortly before fatigue pulled out a pillow and quietly, peacefully smothered its thrashing form to death.

As her eyes went down for the first time, then the second, then almost the third, she felt a pair of powerful hooves press against her shoulders. She let out a low moan of pleasure, feeling the tension and ache in her back being pressed out, kneaded out of her muscles like traitorous lumps in a loaf of bread. She took a deep breath, and smelled the rich, dough-tinged scent of Carrot Cake behind her.

“Thought y’went t’sleep,” she murmured softly.

“The twins were hungry,” he explained easily. “Cup’s still in bed, and you look like you hurt, Pinkie.

“I do,” she admitted, about ready to doze off. Then her eyes flew open as Carrot shifted to press his weight against a particularly tough knot of pain in the middle of her spine, an audible cracking sound coming just before relief flooded through her body.

“Oooooh… that was gooooood,” she moaned, spreading out on the table like all her bones had just gone soft. “Ugh… gotta clean up, don’t I?”

“No you don’t,” Carrot told her firmly. “You’re coming to bed. We’ll clean up together in the morning, but you need some sleep.”

“I really shouldn’t,” she sighed, trying to stand up, only for Carrot to push her back against the table, sliding forward against her body.

“Are you telling me you want to stay up and clean?” He asked her, pressing his muzzle against her neck and working out another knot he found there with gentle, loving nips of his teeth.

“Nooooooo,” Pinkie sighed. “But bed’ll be cold… I really should….”

“Ours is nice and warm,” he offered. “And we know you fit in it,” he added in a low, throaty murmur. Pinkie smiled faintly, genuinely this time as she wriggled her rump back against him.

“You sure you want me there?” She asked, lifting her tail to stroke it against his sheath. It was Carrot’s turn to groan, pressing his orange-furred hips against hers.

“If I prove it, will you come to bed with me?” He asked her.

“Mhm,” she smiled lazily, shifting her tail up and out of the way, curling it lightly around his flank. Carrot slid his forehooves down, pressing them into Pinkie’s rump right on either of her cutie marks. She moaned as he pushed his weight onto her, but it was a good ache this time. Not the inexorable, spine-splitting pain of standing too long, but a comforting weight she didn’t get to feel nearly often enough. Not that there was much of it; Carrot barely weighed two-thirds of either of his mares, but they all liked it that way. For Pinkie and Cup, there was something reassuring about knowing that somepony who wasn’t as ‘well padded’ as they were loved them.

For Carrot… well, as his stiffening shaft pressed into Pinkie’s rump, he had little choice but to reflect on the benefits of his somewhat unusual arrangement, or on the pleasure of feeling a soft, warm body yielding around him. He shifted his hips, pressing his half-hard shaft up to Pinkie’s slit with the help of one hoof, and suddenly she was yielding in an entirely different way.

The two bakers moaned together, Pinkie pressing back, Carrot pressing forward, eager to feel as much of each body against the other as they could. Their hips met in the most intimate way they could, and the two of them just stayed there for a long moment, savoring the feeling.

“I love you, Pinkie,” Carrot murmured, nibbling her ear tenderly.

“Love you too,” Pinkie smiled softly, her eyes closed blissfully. She was in no danger of falling asleep though, not as Carrot started to slowly slide in and out of her body. The ache in the base of her tail was going away, like all the time it had been trying to tell her that she’d just needed to bend over and get herself stretched out perfectly, and it would have been happy to stop complaining.

An almost miraculous transformation was taking place as Carrot made love to his younger beauty. As inch after inch of orange-and-black mottled horsemeat sank into Pinkie again and again, it was as if he was pumping her full of the vim and vigor that she usually showed the world, her mane and tail starting to get back their bounce as she slid back and forth along the surface of the table. Carrot’s balls swung up into her, making an increasingly wet slapping sound as her juices started to pour down her thighs.

“Oooh… C-Carrot,” Pinkie whimpered, reaching back to stroke his sides. “Please, fill me up!”

She didn’t need to tell him twice; with her permission, Carrot started thrusting harder and faster, angling his hips to rub himself against her g-spot as he pressed into her. Her moans became shorter, faster, more urgent and needy as both their climaxes approached.

Carrot didn’t pull out when he came, instead burying himself as deeply inside of her as he could. Pinkie pressed back, hungry for every spurt of hot, liquid bliss that filled her up. For all that their love-making had been full of whimpers and grunts, for this moment, each was silent, Carrot’s teeth pressed together with an almost painful expression on his face as Pinkie’s lips curled up in the most beatific expression of contentment known to ponykind.

For a long moment, they stayed together like that, not even breathing. Then, slowly, Carrot pulled out of Pinkie’s marehood, panting as his shaft slipped out and hung limply between his legs. Pinkie rolled over, stroking her dripping lips and tasting the mix of juices her hoof took away. Carrot shuddered at the intensely erotic sight; no matter how often Pinkie put on this little show, for either of them, it never got old.

“Mmm… I guess I’m a Pinkie Creampie tonight,” she giggled with honest mirth. Carrot chuckled, shaking his head indulgently.

“I’ll get the lights, Pinkie. You go up to bed, and I’ll be along in a moment.”

“Okie dokie lokie!” She suddenly sat up, leaning forward and pulling him into a searingly hot kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Carrot, stunned, could only moan and submit to the sudden outburst of affection, observing as he did so that they didn’t taste half bad together… sort of like somebody had over-frosted a carrot-cupcake.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she pulled back a few moments later.

“I should be thanking you!” He grinned back at her. “I think we both needed that!”

“Not for the sex, silly!” Pinkie giggled. “For giving me this back,” she said, pointing her hoof at her still-smiling lips before sliding off the table and starting back to the stairs with a prance in her gait. All the way, she kept her tail high, showing off a rather stickier smile with a set of lips that was every bit as happy as the pair up front.

Author's Note

Personally, I think this is the best one I've done yet. But, then, this is also my OTT, so... what do y'all think?