Frosted Cakes
Evening in Ponyville saw the various shopkeepers closing up their businesses and, by and large, heading upstairs, downstairs or into the back to their homes. The Cakes had locked the door at Sugarcube Corner, put the chairs up on their small collection of tables, and swept the front. Deep cleaning the back was left to Pinkie, whose boundless energy made her ideal for it. As well she tended to be the one who made a mess in the back so taking care of it was only right.
Cup Cake languidly dragged a damp cloth along the front counter, making the polished wood glow. “Another perfect day,” She sighed to herself.
“You've got that right, honeybunch,” Carrot Cake said as he came in from the back. He had doffed his usual attire, save for his striped bow tie. He had a video camera balanced on his back, along with a tripod. “And I know how to make it better...”
“Oh dear! You can't be serious...” Cup demurred.
“We got the offer... they wanted to see us work. We could do this. We love having fun anyhow. It's where Pound and Pumpkin came from, after all,” Carrot said with a saucy wink.
Cup waved a dismissive hoof and hid her blush behind her other hoof. “You! I can't believe you're even considering it. I can't do that.”
“Well why not? It seems easy enough...” Carrot started.
“It's not that. It's... well...” Cup looked down at her body and poked at her large, soft, rounded belly. “I had this body before Pound and Pumpkin. Having them didn't make it go down.”
“Honey...” Carrot made his way over to his wife and gave her a comforting nuzzle along the cheek. “You know I love how you look. And I know other ponies will love it too. Don't be so down on yourself. You're as beautiful as when I first met you.”
“I looked like this then, too,” Cup noted dryly. She allowed herself to lean comfortably into her husband's reassuring presence. “Are you sure, really sure, we can do this?”
“The worst they can say is, 'Not interested.' But they already expressed the interest, so it's likely they'd pay. It would only be once if that's all you're comfortable with,” Carrot said, playfully nosing at his wife's soft-serve-swirl mane-do.
“But to expose all our private things... I don't feel ashamed by it but some others might be shocked,” Cup noted, eyes darting around conspiratorially.
“If they're shocked they're shocked. We're just plain, ordinary pony folks. We have fun like anypony else,” Carrot said with a firm nod.
“Well...” Cup trailed off, nibbling at her bottom lip. “Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. I really love you, and I'd love for all of Equestria to see how much.”
Carrot smiled brightly, and placed a kiss on the end of his wife's snout. “The kitchen's clean, Pound and Pumpkin are asleep and Pinkie's either in her garret for the evening or out with Twilight. We can do... it all.”
Cup shivered just slightly at the loaded implication of the last two words. “It's been so long. Even before the twins it was too much of an involved indulgence. Do you think we can?”
“I know we can. Come on,” Carrot said, motioning towards the back of the shop.
Once Cup came through the swinging doors she could see that her husband had anticipated her eventual agreement. The small, non-mechanized portion of the kitchen had been prepared for play. The central island had been spread with plastic, towels were laid out on the floor, and two flat, modestly sized wooden boxes sat out by the sink. The dark, polished containers had brass plaques bearing their names.
“Somepony's got a big head,” Cup noted with a smile. “What if I had said 'no'?”
“Then... I would have wasted some time and had to clean all this up with you laughing at me,” Carrot said with a touch of mirth, a blush spread across his freckle-marked face.
“Oh I wouldn't have laughed. Giggled, maybe...” Cup said, planting a kiss on one of the freckles, then another on Carrot's noble lantern jaw. She never tired of seeing that strange and handsome contrast, the youthful freckles that never faded in his adulthood, and the strong, stallionly thrust-forward jaw. He struck such a fine figure in profile. “So... the full... I mean... everything?”
“Everything. It's why I had both boxes out,” Carrot said.
“Me, you, me, both? That never seemed fair to you...” Cup said with a stroke of her chin.
“If you think that it's unfair then I'm not sure what fair is anymore,” Carrot laughed. “I feel a little selfish because it just means I get to adore you all the more.”
Cup blushed deeply and nudged at Carrot's neck. “Go put the camera up if you're going to do this.”
“I'll do it... we'll do it, honeybunch. I promise it'll be fun,” Carrot said with a high tone. He went to a spot in front of all his work and set the tripod up, with only a small bit of difficulty. That done he settled the camera on top of it and carefully checked through the lens to ensure he had the scene just right. “Smile for the camera! This is the only time I'll be controlling where it aims.”
“I'm just washing my hooves,” Cup said with a giggle and a shake of her head. She rubbed a mildly abrasive cloth along her hooves, polishing the curves. A mild application of daisy-scented soap created a burst of suds, which she gingerly washed away while massaging her frogs and the rest of the underside of the hooves. She took the cloth to her rear hooves next, as well as a damp, soap-rubbed towel to get all four hooves as clean and perfumed as possible. “Why are you recording this?”
“Because you have the prettiest hooves in Equestria...” Carrot sighed, tracking his wife as she minced her way over the towel-covered floor and then laid herself over the plastic-covered table. He got her in focus and stepped from around the camera. “Ready?”
“I hope so. If I giggle, it's your doing,” Cup said with mock-sternness.
“I'll take responsibility for making you laugh,” Carrot said, moving over to the box with his name on it. He reverently lifted the lid to reveal a heavy cloth piping bag, and a collection of tips. He briefly considered the various metal cones before settling on one with a simple circular opening of a very small size. He attached the nozzle to the bag then then moved to the side to a collection of homemade icing. “Which would be better? The strawberry, the orange or the raspberry?”
“You'll be eating it,” Cup replied.
“I want it to suit you... the strawberry, because you're so sweet,” Carrot said, scooping a generous portion of frosting into the bag and closing the larger end. “Remember, get all four hooves up. And turn a little more towards the camera.”
“I know. It's just been a while. And we never had a camera before,” Cup said. She wiggled her generous figure on the plastic sheet, adjusting herself so she was turned more towards the camera, and laying herself out so that her forelegs tucked against her sides and back, making the bottoms point up to exposed the tender and freshly scrubbed underside.
“You never forget how you love your wife...” Carrot said softly as he reached the table. He placed himself at Cup's lower portion, by her rear hooves. He brought up the bag and gave it a gentle squeeze. The pinkish icing flowed smoothly in a line of continuous thickness, a testament to his pastry skills. He traced over the inner-arc of Cup's right rear hoof, above the frog, the smooth line starting and ending at the edges of where a hoofprint would end. He next traced his icing line along the arrow-shaped tender flesh of her frog, leaving the sugary trail right at the very edge, and doing his best to keep the promise not to tickle. Even so a few little trembles moved through Cup's body.
“Careful... this is a cake that can move while you decorate,” Cup said with a breathy laugh.
“I know. But even if it isn't perfect, it's all made with love...” Carrot responded with a chuckle. He drew his icing line over the very top of the frog, copying the shape it made perfectly. With outline and inner structure highlighted, he got a bit less accurate, drawing a heart shape around the frog, but using the natural contours as a point of inspiration. “Such beautiful hooves...”
“Even after two kids, running around for years and standing taking care of customers all this time?” Cup asked, looking over her shoulder at her husband.
“Even then,” Carrot said, moving over to Cup's other rear hoof and planting a kiss on it. He proceeded to ice the other three hooves as he had done for the first. The finished product was not overly elaborate, but each one was marked in the pink icing, with the large and obvious hearts staring up from the four hooves. “You were worried about tickles before... ready for my favorite part?”
“Don't think you can take all the pleasure. I like it too,” Cup insisted, with a grin. “I hope we don't wake the twins...”
“Stifle your giggles, then. I love it when you shake while you're holding them in,” Carrot said with a lustful smirk.
“I'm not just here for your amusem- ah! Hehe! Oh you!” Cup's playfully upset statement was replaced by a laugh that she quickly cut off.
Carrot had decided to go forward, and he dragged his tongue slowly in the divot of her frog, flicking his tongue at the top of the lick, and missing the frosting line. He wagged his tongue on the down-stroke, ticking right down to the rounded bottom and planting a kiss on there. “You're here to be adored...”
Cup blushed lightly, and squirmed a bit on the plastic-covered table. “You always know just what to say,” she said with a small giggle following after. The licks were still lingering in her mind, as was the tickling that came from them.
“And do,” Carrot said with a touch of pride. He pressed his tongue firmly to the underside of his wife's back right hoof, making sure it spread out as much as possible, so he could cover a great deal of area. He licked upwards with agonizing slowness, a pace that would have made a snail impatient. His tongue wiped away portions of the frosting lines, the frog-outline and the heart. He continued on until he had swiped up past the hoof proper and onto the coronet, lifting his head up as he went.
He finished with a flourish, tossing his head and letting out a playful whinny and nicker. He tossed his head a second time and dipped back down for another go at the right rear hoof. The next target for his tongue was the frosting line that hugged the inner curve of the rigid part of the hoof. He jabbed his tongue down firmly and dragged the thing, flat tip and edge in the fleshy region. He pushed, alternately, against the rigid wall of the nail and the yielding flesh of the frog, making sure that for all his teasing and tickling his tongue licked up every last trace of the strawberry-flavored decoration.
“Ahhh... you can't possibly be planning to...” Cup began.
“Every one,” Carrot said, planting a hot, sloppy kiss on the fleshy bottom of Cup's left rear hoof. His lips and muzzle smeared the careful decoration all around, while his tongue added to the mess. Frosting and saliva were everywhere as he loudly slurped and nibbled on the underside of the hoof. He scraped his teeth softly over the nail, while twisting his tongue against the dividing line between nail and frog.
Cup was lost in her delight. It felt good, but it tickled to no end. She was holding back her giggled, soft body held as rigidly as possible. But nothing could stop her best part from moving. Her thick, ample ass wobbled around as her rear hooves gave little kicks or her body shuddered from pleasure or suppressed laughter.
Her thick figure had once been a source of shame. She had been just a squat, chunky mare without the piles of money that the Lode family had, which made them less apt to be looked on with an askance glance. Then came her tall, lanky, gangly be-freckled knight in flour armor. He loved every inch of her, with passion. After marriage he liked to call her his 'sweet blueberry shortcake.' It should have insulted her... but the hungrily lustful way he stared at the ample bubble of her bottom when he said it made her appreciate it all the more.
She shook her ample and mobile backside as Carrot lifted his head from her left rear hoof, and looked back at him. “P-please hurry. I don't know how long I can keep from laughing,” Cup said with some strain.
“Don't worry, honeybunch. I know exactly how long to take,” Carrot said, planting a firm kiss on his wife's left rear cheek. His face sunk in a little ways, the warm, supple, yielding fatty backside warming his lips. He left a strawberry frosting lip print, partially ruined by following it up with a slow lick across the ample derriere.
Carrot did not linger or dawdle over the two front hooves, slowly but steadily licking up the trails of frosting before her backed away, licking his lips and watching his wife rise with a light quiver. Seeing her jelly-legged was just a part of the pleasure of pleasuring her.
“Would you like to come up here or will you stand?” Cup asked her husband.
“I'll stand, in front of the camera. It's easier if I can just casually offer everything,” Carrot answered, taking up a position in front of the camera. His tail flicked up casually, exposing the pouting ring of his anus and the heavy, low hang of his balls.
“An offer I'll never refuse,” Cup said with a soft laugh. She moved over to her own case and took out her own piping bag. She attached a star-shaped fine tip to it, and started scooping the orange frosting in.
“Orange, eh? Am I a sour guy who has too many pits?” Carrot teasingly asked.
“You're sweet, juicy and this matches your coat. It looks good on you,” Cup replied, twisting off the back of the bag and approaching her husband's exposed rear end. She leaned in for a nuzzle, rubbing the velvety fur of her snout along the cleft of his slim ass. While she was full and wide, he was tight and thin. However much he tried to put weight on it never came, and he carried the muscular glutes around as reminder.
She unhesitatingly dragged her tongue up the small fold of flesh that ran from the underside of her husband's testicles to just before his ass. She moved up and down along the small ridge, flapping her tongue a few times and getting her lips in on the action. She nibbled away on it and breathed out long, hot breaths across the moistened flesh, every few a moan of delight.
“Y-you don't decorate with that...” Carrot panted out, his legs quivering as Cup's tongue danced across the flesh of his taint.
“Just preparing my canvas...” Cup countered, coming to her senses. She had been losing herself in the meditative delight of 'painting' her tongue slowly up and down along the ridge and feeling how Carrot just shivered from it. She gave one last lick, which also swiped over Carrot's rear entrance, before she stepped back and adjusted her position to get to work.
The first touch of the cool frosting over Carrot's puckered anus made the muscular ring twitch, smearing the frosting just a bit. “Sorry honeybunch. It just happens...” He said apologetically.
“Adds some character,” Cup answered with a soft giggle. She applied another star-shaped dab in the center of the ring, over the smeared spot. She then piped a circle over the middle of the pucker's circle, and another other the very outside of the sphincter, creating the impression of a target in two shades of orange, the frosting and the darker flesh of Carrot's back entrance.
Cup gently pressed the cool tip at the top of Carrot's taint and dragged the smooth metal down slowly, laying on a thick line of sweet-smelling orange with the ridged shape of the nozzle. When she reached Carrot's massive sac she had to pause, as his pleasured shivering was making the orange-like stones shake and jostle in the appropriately colored pouch. “Sorry about that too...” Carrot huffed, focusing hard and trying to get a grip on himself, eventually getting his trembling under control.
Once the tremors had ceased Cup set to work again. She did not draw a unified pattern on the back of Carrot's sac, but rather just went on an artistic bender. She made star-bursts, sun shapes, crescents, hearts, all that she could think of, each shape lovingly rendered across the surface of the ovular stones.
Cup stepped back to admire her work, licking her lips at just the sight of it. “Which way, dear? Up or down? It's delicious in any direction.”
Carrot took a moment to answer, breathing slowly in and out through his teeth as he processed the lingering pleasure of having his genitals decorated like a cake. He blew a hot breath through his nostrils and added a sigh of contentment once he was back in control. “Down, dear. That way when you end...”
“I see. Just had to make sure. I like doing it that way,” Cup said with a delighted smirk and happy voice.
Cup moved back in, good and close, and dipped her head down to her husband's decorated posterior. She brought her blunt-snouted muzzle as close as she could to the target frosted onto his back door and opened her mouth. Her tongue slapped out with surprising speed, pressing as much of the broad surface as possible over the wrinkled flesh.
The reaction was immediate, sphincter flexing in and out, rubbing the tongue that gently and slowly ground again it. Cup moaned deeply, in time with Carrot, as she wiped as much orange frosting away as she could. She rubbed and ground slowly over the whole thing, doing as much smearing as licking, and even getting the frosting ring that surrounded the flesh.
After she had lapped and smeared up the sweet treat in a slippy manner she pulled her tongue back just a little ways. She started to lick and dab with the tip, working the folds of flesh, licking the lack traces of frosting from the area and adding some final firm flicks for good measure.
Cup's tongue traced down slowly, gathering up most of the frosting covering Carrot's taint with one, firm swipe, pushing it down along the ridge to the base of his sac. Her tongue gave a deft swirl that made her husband moan loudly, body trembling as he stretched himself up and pulled at all his muscles. She dragged her tongue back up the semi-frosted taint, once more licking up the last little bits of orange.
Her head went down the last little bit to Carrot's dangling nuts, nose just a hair from the frosting decorating the ovoid balls. She moved with the swing of his sac, tongue slipping out to give a firm swipe, wiping up a star and a sun, breathing a hot rush of air across the large pouch. The little shiver of it as Carrot groaned and panted made her smile.
Another lick crossed the heavy stones, and another obliterating all the carefully piped shapes, leaving nothing but small smears of orange frosting in the wake of the erasure. Every last drawing was wiped away, leaving nothing more than light traces around her mouth. She slowly slid her tongue across her thick, soft lips, moaning softly across the moistened ballsac.
Carrot quivered a little more, panting softly as the pleasure that ran through his loins slowly went down. A loud, hard slap of flesh-on-flesh echoed around the room as his flexing muscles thumped his erection against his belly. Another rang out followed by a thrust of his hips.
Cup knew how to still her husband's desperate horniness, by shocking his pleasure centers in just the right way. Her mouth opened up wide, puffy lips wrapping securely around Carrot's balls. Soft sucking sounds rang out around the room, and Carrot's hips went still. The sucking increased in volume and stretch, Cup drawing the huge, cool testes into her warm and wet mouth.
Her jaw stretched down, mouth open wide as possible while her lips were secure around the base of the sac. Her eyes fairly rolled up in her head in delight, a soft moan vibrating the hefty stones. Carrot moaned in response as his sensitive bits were vibrated in his wife's mouth. Another moan dropped from his mouth as Cup's tongue began to slowly swirl around the weighty sac, going slowly thanks to the tight quarters of her over-stuffed mouth.
A few more swirls of her tongue followed, saliva half leaping from her lips and half being swallowed. She pulled her head back slowly, savoring each little bit of the sac that slid out of her mouth. She grunted softly as she reached the testicles themselves, jaw trembling as she opened it wide enough to let the heavy things out. The finally pupped free with a loud 'pop', accompanied by a gasp from Cup.
Cup sat down hard, panting and wiping at her chin with a hoof. “That... was no dessert, that was a three course meal...” She panted out.
“C-come up to the table...” Carrot panted, walking aside on trembling legs, gently patting the central island. “On your back. I can get to your teats. And more...”
Cup moved slowly to the table, accepting a bit of help from Carrot to mount it in a swift motion, rolling herself over onto her back. Her rear legs spread out wide, fat thighs parted beautifully, while her forelegs pulled up against her chest. She looked down, past the swell of her plump belly to her husband's gleefully smiling face.
Carrot didn't bother with the frosting. The blue swells of his wife's teats were delicious enough, capped with darker blue flesh that drew his mouth like a magnet. He wrapped the right nipple rightly with her mouth and sucked strongly on it. His tongue flicked and prodded from many angles, wiggling the stiffened nub of flesh. He moaned softly, drowned out by Cup's loud groan of pleasure.
He popped his mouth off of the nipple and went after the other, lapping it firmly a few times before her engulfed it. A few suck led to the stretch of his jaw and taking in more of the fat teat. He sucked and panted, letting the tone of his wife's moans tell him he wasn't going too far. He sucked in as much of that soft and wobbling blue flesh as he could, releasing it with a wet noise and loud gasp.
The sopping and sucked teat jiggled lightly, shining in the kitchen's light. Cup had squealed when it was released, and let out a sharp huff once the pleasure had faded. “Show off...” she whispered.
“You love it,” Carrot retorted with a pop of his brows. He reared up and placed is hooves gently on the table beside cup's thighs. He pressed in against them, moaning as he felt the soft flesh deforming slightly. “And I love you...”
Cup blushed deeply, and pulled her rear legs in. She twisted and adjusted her position until her hooves touched Carrot's dark-orange erection. The rod was like him, surprisingly robust, strong, long but not too slim, with a head that was thicker than one of his size would normally be. Her soft rear frogs slid slowly along the throbbing length, making Carrot shiver.
“Oh honeybunch...” Carrot moaned out, his hips jerking wildly between the pressing hooves. The touch of the saliva-moistened flesh worked his pulsing, precum-dripping length delightfully. He slid his his forward and back, a shuddering huff passing his lips as he worked his length against the bottoms of the hooves.
Cup gasped and sighed in pleasure as the hot drops of precum spattered on her round belly, pooling in the slight divot of her barely there navel. She worked Carrot's shaft slowly up and down a few more times, before she pulled her hooves away again, and spread her thighs out good and wide, to show her glistening slit and her winked clit.
Carrot drew his hips back, stepping back as much as he needed to, until his thick mushroom was mashed lightly against Cup's spread lips, smearing the hot honey around the plump mound. He didn't stop to think or ask, but jabbed his hips forward, plunging the thick crown through the lips. He cried out sharply as he stretched the petals around his bulbous tip, feeling the entrance clench good and tight behind the huge swell.
Cup squealed loudly herself. No matter how many times she felt the fat tip plunging into her it was always a stretch and always a delight. She moaned again as Carrot dropped his body, until the smooth fur of his tight and muscular belly was grinding gently over her clit. It made her passage pull in tight, trembling along the length of flesh plunging through the tightness.
Carrot rammed down to the base in a series of long, staggered thrusts, pants and groans hissing through his teeth as he went. He was buried deep in his wife, but she was quite able to hold him, his tip just barely touching her cervix. He let out a long, shuddering, open-mouthed moan as the walls of her sex molded around his pulsing shaft, rubbing over his mushroom tip and medial ring. A small thrust tapped his moist testicles against the thick softness of his wife's generous bottom.
A few short, shallow thrusts followed, mostly to thump the heavy nuts off of Cup's padded backside, making both of them moan and sigh in unison. In the middle of that glorious unison Pinkie popped up from somewhere and shouted out, “Hi there! Are you making more little Cake-lets?”
Cup and Carrot both gave sharp cried and struggled a little bit, glancing around wildly until the caught sight of their eccentric employee. Carrot blinked a few times and asked, “What are you doing down here, Pinkie? I thought you were out with Twilight! And when you're not you stay in your room!”
“Oh Twilight wanted to do some more studying so I decided to let her. And then I heard you down here and I wanted to see. Now I see! You're making porno!” Pinkie chirped happily.
Cup blushed a bit and nodded. “We were asked about sending in something. What could it hurt? Pornography is a respectable media, after all.”
Carrot nuzzled down at his wife's face and chuckled. “It's just a silly little something to give us some entertainment after the twins were born.”
“Oooh, should I go get Twilight? Maybe she'd like to be on tape too. She's a little shy but this is completely safe,” Pinkie said, bouncing around happily.
“Oh, no no, Pinkie, that's outside the genre,” Carrot said seriously. “This is Loving Marriage pornography. Only pony folks who are actually married can appear on camera. It's a legal matter.”
“You and Twilight would have to make some on your own and try to sell it as Loving Fiancees pornography. I'm sure you could, you're in love and you enjoy one another, right?” Cup asked.
Pinkie giggled softly and gave a quick nod of her head. “Yeah. I really love her. And we... well, she likes to keep it quiet. Maybe I'll go see her. Make her some tea and ask about getting a camera.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Cup said with a smile.
“Okie-dokie-lokie! See you later, hope they like your porno!” Pinkie shouted cheerfully as she dashed out of the room.
“She really is a sweet girl,” carrot said with a nod. “She and Twilight would be nice on camera.”
Cup brought a hoof up to wrap it around her husband's neck, pulling him in to give him a kiss. “Mmm, you're right. But right now, we're on camera and we need to finish what we started...”
“Right, honeybunch...” Carrot said, dipping his head down and plating a slow, loving hiss on his wife's plump lips. His hips went back to quick, sharp thrusts, thudding his sperm-laden balls onto Cup's generous backside while tapping lightly at her cervix. He held himself down against her, even as his inclination was to lift his head and cry out in pleasure. He smothered his vocalizations against his wife's mouth.
Cup's own cries of pleasure were muted against Carrot's mouth. It was a moment of passion of pleasure that wasn't rushed or played in big gestures. Carrot's thrusts were sharp and quick, but small, he was focused on tapping Cup's rear with his sac and caressing her insides with the wide spread of his medial ring and glans. In turn, Cup's insides trembled lightly, squeezing down solidly and rolling over the stiff shaft in a slow and easy massage.
They went on in that manner; kissing, moaning against one another, building their respective orgasms at a gentle and loving pace. Cup broke the kiss and wrapped her forelegs around Carrot's long neck, squeezing him against her broad and plump chest, head turning aside. “Oh Carrot, oh Carrot sweetie! Ah!” Her rear legs kicked out several times, shuddering as she hit the top of her orgasmic plateau. The plump limbs squeezed solidly on Carrot's sides and wrapped around his trim and strong body, to hold him tight to Cup's shivering and generous form. Her inner walls squeezed down like a vise on his organ, almost stopping him from thrusting it at all.
The squeeze, and the rush of hot mare juice along Carrot's pulsing length made him toss his head grandly, mane flipping about as much as the short cut of it would allow. A delighted whinny and several strong nickers emerged as his head was held up and tossed. His testes pulled up tight against his body, away from his wife's ample posterior, and his glans flared grandly within her.
His semen gushed out in copious wads, batter-thick and nearly as heavy, rich with his seed. Each shot splashed heavily against Cup's cervix, and the steady shots easily filled what available space there was in her. Between the tight clench of her walls and the ample size of Carrot's rod there was little room for all that goo. It was so thick and heavy it could barely ooze past his flare, but the building pressure made it happen eventually.
Carrot's head fell once the biggest portion of his orgasm's peak was done, his lips seeking his wife's as soon as he was close enough. His hips pulled back as much as her squeezing hind legs would allow, to slowly drag the monster flare through her clutching depths, causing her to shudder and groan all over again.
His softening length combined with the withdrawal finally allowed his heft glans to 'pop' from her passage, a small trickle of his seed following. It held for a moment at her entrance, like a huge, liquid pearl before a small squeeze of her inner muscles forced the blob out to spatter heavily on the ground. Plenty more of the sticky slime remained, peeking from her just slightly, forming sticky strands when her walls squeezed shut and loosened again.
Cup and Carrot looked to one another in pure bliss, lips parting slowly. “I love you. I always have. And I'm always going to,” Carrot said, giving his wife an adoring nuzzle on the neck.
Cup blushed deeply, nuzzling her snout against her husband's neck and lightly nibbling on it with her lips. “And I love you. From the first time we met, I knew I'd be with you. And for the rest of our lives, you'll be the only one in my heart.”
The two settled into a warm and loving embrace, panting softly through their nostrils, eyes closed, very nearly napping. They both knew the camera was still there but were in no hurry to shut it off. In the world of Happily Married adult entertainment, the real climax was the adoring snuggling and loving afterglow following all the tumbling around and sexy shenanigans. They wanted to give as much of that as they could. They'd more than likely outlast the tape unless the twins demanded their attention.
So they snuggled on, content. Carrot kissed his wife on the neck, Cup returned the gesture, and both breathed soft sighs, barely speaking the words, “I love you.”