Pies got cake
Hearts and Hooves Day! The busiest day of the year, as far as Sugarcube Corner was concerned. Everything on today’s menu was heart shaped, sized for couples (or herds!), and flavoured with exotic spices guaranteed to get the blood flowing to erogenous zones. Romantic cakes, saucy donuts, and slutty croissants were flying off the shelves as quickly as Mr. and Mrs. Cake could pull them from the ovens and the fryers. In the midst of all the chaos, hiding her unwelcome frown as she worked the cash register, was a very pregnant and not-so-happily-married earth pony, known to all of Equestria as Pinkie Pie.
Until this very morning, Pinkie had been trotting on air and feeling like the smilingest mare in Equestria. Her own romantic successes had been obvious to anypony who saw her. In the few months since her fairy tale wedding, her beautiful body had grown from merely thicc, to plus size, to downright voluptuous! A plot that had always commanded stallions’ attention now demanded it, in no uncertain terms. Swollen and sensitive teats had grown until they brushed against the ground, issuing spurts of sweet fragrant milk at awkward intervals.
Who knew that one tiny swimmer could cause such a change? Pinkie’s transformation from fresh faced cutie to gravid fertility goddess was pure earth pony magic, combined with Ponyville’s wholesome environment and the Element of Laughter’s own blend of erotic sorcery. From party planning to family planning, Pinkie Pie was the undisputed expert!
As Pinkie prepared for her grand entrance into the all time pantheon of MILFs, Ponyville’s citizens marvelled at what had changed about her... and what hadn’t. Pinkie Pie seemed as cheerful as ever, unaffected by morning sickness or mood swings. Far from draining her energy, the foal growing inside her had boosted her already insane levels of hyperactivity. If she was affected by pregnancy cravings, nopony could tell the difference from her usual constant intake of pastries and delicacies.
But today, on the sacred day dedicated to love, everything had seemingly changed. Today, Pinkie’s poof of hair sat dangerously flaccid atop her head, and her squeaky cheers rang false in her own ears. The holiday hadn’t even gotten to the good part, and already it was ruined! All because tonight, the night that should have been the bestest night of all... he wouldn’t be there!
Some time ago, Pinkie’s customers had begun asking to rub her belly for luck, especially mares who hoped to see their own tummies swell in the coming year. As the final rush of customers passed through Sugarcube Corner on this very special evening, it seemed every mare in line wanted to give that pudge a pat as a final preparation for their romantic dates. Each hoped that Pinkie’s effortless fertility could rub off on her tonight, and Pinkie bucked up and obliged them, giggling at every tickle that rippled through her rotund body and forcing a smile as she cheered countless lovers on.
“Good luck, Derpy!”
“Go get him, Rose!”
“I don’t think you can get pregnant, Caramel, but I hope he makes you look pregnant!”
Though Pinkie’s sex drive had always been unbelievably high, a deluge of hormones and an afternoon full of attention to her sensitive belly had worked her nethers into a wet and dripping froth — not to mention her constant ‘snacking’ on the aphrodisiac laced pastries she’d been selling all day. But where was her romantic date? Where was the father of her foal, the stallion she relied on to take care of her needs?
Where, in short, was Cheese Sandwich?
On other days, Pinkie’s doting husband stayed close at hoof, helping out in Sugarcube Corner’s kitchen and ensuring that Pinkie’s water jug and coffee mug stayed always full. He took over at the cash register whenever all that hydration overflowed Pinkie’s crowded bladder, sending her on her one of her frequent dashes to the little mare’s room. Cheese was always ready to shift a chair beneath Pinkie’s all conquering plot when her hooves tired of carrying her ever growing weight... and when chairs cracked and splintered beneath that widest of wide loads, he wasn’t above substituting his own face!
Yet today the proud father-to-be was nowhere to be seen, and his absence weighed heavily upon Ponyville’s premiere pink party pony. Still, she accepted those well meaning tummy rubs and pretended that everything was fine, for the sake of enhancing the romantic bliss of her fellow mares.
“Y-you’ve got a good stallion, Mrs. Crumbles. Don’t let him get away, now!”
“I hope he... *sniff*... I hope he ploughs you real good tonight, Mulia.”
“Whoa, Mayor, that’s not my tummy! B-but Cheese isn’t around to rub me there, so I guess you can take over for a while...”
“*sigh...* Get outta here, girls, I’m not falling for ‘three fillies in a trenchcoat’ again!”
“Awe, geeze, Maud, now’s not a good ti—oh, hey, Maud!” The cloud that seemed to hover above Pinkie’s head was instantly dispelled at the sight of her beloved sister, who’d moved to Ponyville just a few years previous. Pinkie galloped around the counter, flung her hooves around the grey and stoic earth pony, and hugged her tight. In a world full of blazing hormones and confusing emotions, Maud was a rock!
“Are ya here to say hi to your little niece or nephew?” Pinkie’s tummy visibly rippled as the strong foal inside her kicked and shifted eagerly. “Cause they’re saying hi to you~”
“Pinkie, I’m very sad today,” Maud’s level, unruffled voice emerged from the depths of Pinkie’s suffocating hug. “You always cheer me up, so I thought I’d come and see you at work.”
“Whaaa?” Pinkie squeaked and looked over her sister’s utterly expressionless face. “You sure don’t look sad! You look great! What’s the prob? Aren’t you looking forward to celebrating Hearts and Hooves with Mudbriar?”
“That’s why I’m so sad,” Maud explained without visible emotion. “Mudbriar hates Hearts and Hooves Day more than anything. He says it’s a cynical money grab. A way for big business to trick ponies into spending their hard earned bits on useless flowers, fattening baked goods, and pointless romantic gestures.”
“Well he is technically correct,” Pinkie admitted, glancing over at her overflowing cash register.
“Just like always.” Maud sighed with love. “But a little bit of romance would be nice, once in a while. A mare has needs, Pinkie. Deep, throbbing needs.”
“Yeah, you‘re tellin’ me!” Pinkie griped. “I had a super duper surprise planned for Cheezy tonight, and then the Riches offered him 200 bits to play the accordion at their Hearts and Hooves dinner, way up at the mansion.” Pinkie rubbed her prodigious tummy, where the foal she’d made with Cheese was growing... and growing! “It’s sweet that he’s working hard to support our family, but... n-no, I don’t care, I wish he’d told them to stuff it! This was supposed to be our day! I can’t help it, Maud — I’m sad, too!”
“200 bits is a lot of money,” Maud pointed out calmly. “Back in high school, you’d suck dicks in the parking lot for 10 bits a pop.”
“Whoa! We don’t mention those days anymore!” Pinkie looked around shiftily to make sure nopony in Ponyville had heard this revelation about the Element of Laughter’s sordid past. Fortunately, Sugarcube Corner was now empty, the swarm of customers having retired to their homes (or to one of Ponyville’s many love hotels) as the exhausted Cakes began to scrub the kitchen clean. “But I’ll tell you something, Maud, I’d suck 20 dicks right now if it meant Cheezy could come home for our special night!”
“Pinkie,” Maud stated slowly and thoughtfully, “I think I can help you out.”
“Really?” Pinkie squeaked. “You know 20 guys who are free on Hearts and Hooves Day? You’re a life saver!”
“That’s not what I meant. What was the surprise you had planned for Cheese Sandwich?”
“Oh, hahah, just a few things I threw together. Some food, some pranks, some games — you know, couples stuff!”
Maud touched her sister gently on the wither. “Pinkie, since neither of us has a Hearts and Hooves date, what if we went to your house and shared your surprise?”
“That sounds great, and not weird at all! It’s a date!” Pinkie giggled, her usual happy mood restored. “Except not a date, cause we’re sisters and that’d be weird!”
“I can’t wait to not date you, Pinkie,” Maud droned. “When do you get off?”
“Hrmm... I’d say usually about 20 seconds after Cheezy puts it in!” Pinkie overshared. “And then again, 18 seconds later! And again—”
“That’s very impressive, but that’s not what I meant. When can you stop working?”
“Oh, I’m all done!” Pinkie laughed. “You are the last customer of the day! C’mon, let’s go to my place!” The two earth pony mares calmly walked and excitedly sproinged out the front door of Sugarcube Corner, unknowingly passing Soarin, the day’s real last customer, who trotted in to a now empty restaurant.
“Hey, waiter!” the Wonderbolt called out to the seemingly abandoned cash register. “My Hearts and Hooves plans fell through, so I’m looking for a pie to date! I mean, to give to my date... is anypony working here? Hello?”
“Say, Maud,” Pinkie chattered as the two mares entered through the front door of the humble rental cottage Pinkie shared with Cheese (and soon, with the cutest foal ever!) “Do you remember when we were fillies, how the Rockville Fall Carnival had that big prize wheel?”
“Of course I do,” Maud confirmed. “You’d spin the wheel, and you could win a rock. Or two rocks.”
“Or even the grand prize, 10 rocks!” Pinkie reminisced. “Jeepers, how the heck did they afford that?”
“The wheel was rigged, Pinkie. Nopony ever won 10 rocks. That’s too many rocks.”
“Awe, that makes sense... well, this wheel isn’t rigged!” Pinkie tugged a brightly decorated curtain away from her drawing room wall to reveal an upright carnival wheel just like the one from their foalhood, with hoof printed stickers attached to each segment. “It’s a special Hearts and Hooves version of the wheel I use to plan what I’m going to do everyday! I was going to share it with Cheese Sandwich, but since he’s a meanypants no-show, I’ll just enjoy an evening of random activities with you instead!”
Maud leaned forward and read a few of the stickers Pinkie had applied to her wheel. “Some of these activities are a bit risqué.”
Pinkie looked over the wheel with a dubious expression. “Naw, not really!” she concluded. “I’ve actually toned it down quite a bit from our usual—whoa there, I see what you mean!” With a double take, Pinkie blushed, reached for the wheel, and peeled off a sticker with the shameful label HOLD HOOVES.
“Geeze, sorry you had to see that one, Maud,” Pinkie said with a blush as she crumbled up the sticker and tossed it away. “That’s something I only do with Cheezy in private, in our bedroom, with the lights off. I-it’s his fetish, not mine!”
“It’s OK, Pinkie,” Maud comforted her sister. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Mudbriar likes to hold hooves, too. He says my legs are like beautiful grey sticks.”
“Ugh, stallions, am I right?” Pinkie rolled her eyes. The embarrassed mare swiftly replaced the missing sticker with one that said DEEPEST RIMJOB CONTEST. “Cheezy’s not getting any of that anytime soon, I tell ya! I’m real steamed at him, and not in the mood to accommodate his weird kinks!”
“You shouldn’t even think about Cheese right now,” Maud advised. “Just spin the wheel, and let’s enjoy a nice evening together.”
“Aww, Maud, that’s sweet!” Pinkie smiled. “You know just how to advance the story to the part where we inevitably have sex!”
Pinkie reached out a hoof from her ultra gravid body and spun her wheel, smiling as she watched it rotate almost hypnotically, before it slowed to reveal her and her sister’s fate. With a slowly diminishing tick-tick-tick, the pointer of the wheel landed on a sticker where Pinkie had written, simply, “KISS.”
“Woohoo, Maud, you’re the lucky winner of a Pinkie Pie Smoocherino!” Pinkie threw her hooves around her sister’s withers and pressed her mouth to Maud’s with the sound of deep, pulsating suction. Maud stood impassively for a good 30 seconds as Pinkie passionately worked her plump pink lips upon her sister’s unmoving grey pair. A kiss this romantic and horny would have instantly brought Cheese Sandwich to a stiff and throbbing full mast, and Pinkie could tell that Maud was affected just as deeply, from the way she gave NO VISIBLE REACTION!
“Wowie wow wow WOW!” was Pinkie’s opinion once she finally parted their tingling mouths. “You’re a GREAT kisser, Maud!”
“Your lustful passion has set my body on fire, Pinkie.” Maud stuck out the very tip of her tongue and gently pressed it between Pinkie’s trembling lips, kissing her in return. “I’ve never felt such desire,” the once stoic mare confessed. “I’ve lost all control, but I can’t bring myself to care. Take me, Pinkie, I’m yours tonight. Let me be your dream lover, your wild and untamed mare. I wish only that lust might overflow my senses, and all my cares be dissolved in an ocean of pleasure.”
“Yeah, same here!” Pinkie squeaked. “Now it’s your turn to spin!” She eagerly pointed at the wheel. “Go on, I bet you’ll win a great prize!”
Maud dispassionately reached out a hoof and with every bit of her earth pony strength set the wheel going vigorously again. Its pointer clattered noisily as it went round and round, rapidly brushing against the wooden pegs at the edge. With eager (and bored) eyes, the two mares watched the wheel gradually slow, wondering what naughty fate was in store for them. For a moment it seemed as though the wheel would stop while passing through “SHARE A CUPCAKE (NO HOOVES).” But at the last possible moment, the pointer ticked over into the adjacent space labelled “ANAL (PINKIE TOPS).”
“Awe, I wanted the cupcake!” Pinkie pouted. “Welp, the wheel says we gotta buttsex now!”
Maud raised an eyebrow an atom’s worth of distance as she read the parenthetical addendum to Pinkie’s kinky proposal. “Have you and Cheese Sandwich done this before?” she asked.
“Only all the super-duper time! Cheezy fucked a foal into me, so now I try to fuck one into him! It’s actually his favourite hole for me to use, what with the whole ‘no pussy’ thing!”
“Alright,” Maud agreed. “I’ll take your husband’s place in your bed tonight, but please be gentle. My plothole is virgin and untouched.”
“Whaaa...?” Pinkie gasped with horror. “But Mudbriar has such a stick up his plot all the time! He really won’t put anything up your plot?”
“I’ve asked him to, but he refuses.” Despite Maud’s continual monotone, Pinkie could tell that her sister was utterly heartbroken at this insensible denial! “He says that I poop from there.”
“Again, technically correct,” Pinkie mused. “Buuut... you also cum from there!”
“No, Pinkie, I’ve never had an anal orgasm.”
“Unacceptable!” Pinkie pounded her two front hooves together loudly. “I’ve had 2,491 anal orgasms! You’re way overdue!”
Pinkie Pie couldn’t even imagine the level of throbbing butt denial her sister must be going through. Their mother, Cloudy Quartz, had been known for two things in her wild youth: her powerful farm girl badonk, and her exquisitely sensitive ponut. After seducing the local stud Igneous Pie, and fulfilling her duty to Equestria by foaling his four children, Cloudy had quickly switched back to her favourite, “all natural” method of birth control.
The matriarch of the Pie family had often yelled cries of sodomized delight long through the night, even as her annoyed daughters smothered their ears beneath pillows in the next bedroom over. This noisy family tradition was one that Pinkie had been proud to uphold... at least until the Cakes had forced her to move out and get her own place with Cheese!
Maud’s nostrils flared slightly as she too, remembered those long nights of overheard pleasure. Meanwhile, Pinkie was getting a good ogle at the rock coloured, rock solid dumptruck Maud hoisted on those super sized hips of hers! There was a HUGE ass beneath that cute blue frock, even larger than Pinkie’s pre-preggo plot, which meant Maud had probably inherited Mum’s itchy butthole, too! Eeyup, this pony gal needed to be butt fucked 10 minutes ago!
“Do you use a strapon with Cheese?” Maud surmised, wary of her sister’s hungry gaze. “I’d prefer to start with something small.”
“No can do!” Pinkie shrugged. “We tried dildoes, but I couldn’t cum that way, so I gave them to Fluttershy. Now when Cheezy starts begging for a pegging, I break out the ol’ reliable dick potion!”
With that, Pinkie casually pulled a glass vial off a shelf next to a pile of replacement accordion parts. “I have no problem cumming this way!” she confided. Pinkie tugged the cork out with her teeth, and took a gulp of a bubbling zebra concoction.
“Of course you’d have a dick potion,” Maud muttered to herself.
“Ooh, and it works fast!” Pinkie giggled between loud burps. With a zipping sound, Maud saw her sister’s vulva swiftly fuse together, forming a bright pink ball sack that expanded outwards like a bubble blown in bubblegum. The brand new coin purse grew and shifted to enormous size, filling out until two distinct testicles were visible within, bulging and churning with fresh seed.
“Cheezy loves this next part,” Pinkie confided. “Check it out! No cold impersonal rubber, just 100% genuine lovergirl meat!”
With a squeaking sound, Pinkie’s already prominent clit inflated like a sausage shaped party balloon, growing in both length and girth until the telltale ridges and flare of a horsecock became clearly defined at the tip. What seemed at first to be a stallionhood of respectable size, proved only to be the first portion of a vast length of meat which unfurled from Pinkie’s brand new sheath, poking ever further into the air like a vast and curious dragon emerging from its lair. Each new and girthy inch of Pinkie Prong slid out sweaty, veiny, and custom made to sink into Maud’s virgin butthole. Within mere seconds, a massive and fully erect dong bobbed between Pinkie’s front legs, its dark pink head leaking long strings of precum as she wobbled and pranced from one leg to another.
“Abraca-dick-bra!” Pinkie Pie squeaked as her vast meat booped her on the chin. “It’s the return of the Amazing Futa-Pinkie!”
“That is an unrealistically huge penis,” Maud observed.
“Aww, thanks! Zecora always gives me the good stuff... Come on, give it a taste!”
“I’d love nothing more, Pinkie. Mmm...” Both mares eagerly licked and teased the huge horseprick: Maud slowly and deliberately, Pinkie with hyper giggles and long sweeps of a slurping tongue across every inch she could reach. But Pinkie couldn’t keep up with her sister for long. No matter how gently Maud suckled and licked that monolithic marehood, the deep sensations and vibes of sisterly love proved too much for Pinkie’s overwhelmed brain. The party pony’s eyes rolled about in her head as Maud tenderly fellated Pinkie’s potion-gifted shaft, using it as a substitute for her coltfriend’s absent dick.
“Ooh, she’s so sensitive tonight!” Pinkie moaned. Her throbbing ding-dong clenched repeatedly and swiftly soaked Maud’s muzzle with thick, frosting-like precum, pumped forth in greater quantities than the average stallion could ejaculate. “It must be all those ‘instant erection’ donuts I ate for lunch! I thought they’d be safe... silly me! Shoulda figured I’d have a schlong by the end of the night!”
“Pinkie, sucking your cock is the most fun I’ve ever had,” Maud stated impassively, her face dripping with sheets of she-seed as she deeply drove her tongue in and out of Pinkie’s precum clogged cumhole. “But to preserve plausible deniability, we should get back to doing what the wheel says.”
“Yeah, good point! OK, Maud, it’s plotfuck o’clock!” Pinkie leaped up on her hind legs and mounted her sister’s butt, her cockhead tugging the sheer fabric of Maud’s frock up the mounds of her well toned plot and leaving her back half fully bare. Slapping her mare-dong deep into the humid crack that stallions craved, Pinkie felt around blindly for the puckered hole that could bring them both to climax.
“Wait, Pinkie,” Maud cautioned. “I didn’t mean that you should just jump on top of me. We need to lube up first.”
“Now you’re talking crazy talk, Maud!” Pinkie giggled as she frantically humped her temporary phallus in and out of Maud’s deep butt cheeks. “We both licked this monster meat all over the place, and that’s not even counting my precum! It’s all wet and goopy now!”
“No, Pinkie, saliva alone is not sufficient lubrication for anal sex.”
“Hahaha, that’s exactly what Cheese always says!” Heedless of this warning, Pinkie finally found the target and shlonged her dong right up Maud’s rear exit.
“Oof,” Maud grunted. Her unused ponut stretched open around Pinkie’s flare, then gave up on elasticity altogether as inches of she-stud cock rocketed up into her depths. Surprisingly, the sensation Maud felt in her her deflowered bowels was not pain, but a most urgent form of pleasure: a thrilling pressure and fullness that built like an apple cart rolling down a steep hill, until it erupted in fireworks and stars!
“Pinkie, I’m having my first ever anal orgasm,” Maud announced. Recalling that her recklessly insane sister had never actually harmed her, the suddenly sodomized mare managed to relax somewhat and succumb to pleasure... only to find that “relaxing” while Pinkie Pie plundered your plot was a great way to guarantee that even more inches got pumped up your tailpipe!
“Yippee zippee!” Pinkie smiled, squealed, and ruthlessly yanked the vast girth of her prick out through her sister’s anus, only to plunge it back in to the root.
“Oof,” Maud repeated, as her sister went to work on her underused bunghole. Long and powerful thrusts were backed by the full weight of Pinkie’s pregnant body. This lovely lady always threw herself wholeheartedly into her work, whether that happened to mean baking muffins, gestating a foal, saving Equestria, or wrecking ass with her magical cock! Such a rough treatment never failed to made Cheese Sandwich paint the far wall with his load, then cuddle Pinkie sweetly as they drifted off to sleep together. Why wouldn’t the same magic work on mares, too? Eeyup, a good bum-pummelling was just the thing to banish Maud’s Hearts and Hooves blues!
“Pinkie, I’m having my second ever anal orgasm,” Maud added, 18 seconds later, her body shuddering imperceptibly from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Awesome possum!” Pinkie wiped a sheen of sugary sweat from her forehead. “I can’t last much longer, so let me know when—”
“Pinkie, I’m having my third ever anal orgasm.”
“That’s my cue!” Pinkie cheered. She grunted and sheathed her monstercock deep, deep, DEEP in her sister’s butt, her balls swinging forward to knock against Maud’s wet and drippy cunt. Although those testicles had only had a few minutes of existence, they’d managed to whip up a vast quantity of semen as Pinkie squeezed her dick in and out of Maud’s inspiring ponut hole. Now it was time to stuff this cutie Pie with a rich and sweet cream filling... Pinkie Style!
Pinkie’s left nut twitched as it supplied the first hot blast of cum to emerge from her embedded flare. Her cock pulsed with the first throb of a scorching dickgasm that sent her already frazzled brain haywire. One hefty, powerful throb of that she-meat pulled a huge quantity of cum right out of its storage tank and flung it forward in a massive, unending rope, deep into Maud’s guts.
Having discharged its initial load, that grapefruit sized left testicle flew backwards as if from the recoil of a cannon — just as Pinkie’s right nut took over the job, clenching and delivering the second huge serving of futa semen down Pinkie’s massive pipe. As her right testicle bounced backwards from this massive exertion, Pinkie’s left nut completed its pendulum like arc and swung forward again, its chamber already reloaded with fresh spunk and ready to supply that magical pink prick with the third stage of the massive cumload Maud Pie deserved.
Left, right, left, right — those ginormous meaty orbs slapped Maud’s precisely winking clit over and over, as they produced an endless stream of hot, fresh Pinkie Protein to be unloaded into the stoic mare’s guts. The loud and continuous SPLORT-SPLORT-SPLORT sound of this orgasm was music to Pinkie’s already ringing ears, a sound like an endless series of pies to the face! And as for Maud... well, her third anal orgasm didn’t end for a long, long time!
No wonder Cheese Sandwich was walking funny since the wedding! Pinkie had nothing to complain about when it came to the size of her husband’s package, but he wasn’t even CLOSE to being the biggest stud in this horny household!
“Whew, Maud, what a hot fuck you are!” Pinkie chattered. “What an amazing plot! I can’t believe Mudbriar isn’t laying you constantly! That’s what I’d be doing, instead of nitpicking literally everything somepony (me) says!” The satisfied dickmare grunted as her lively, bouncing testicles finally wobbled to a stop. A gush of steaming seed spewed out of Maud’s butt and dribbled down her thick thighs as the cheerful, chubby party pony slipped her prong out of her sister’s deeply widened ponut.
Maud burped and delicately covered her mouth, grateful for the first time that Mudbriar had planned no romantic dinner for her this night. Her tummy was now packed completely full of delicious Pie filling — albeit packed in from the wrong end!
“That was fun, Pinkie.” Maud gave a slight nod to her sister, seemingly unruffled by her ruthless anal pounding. “Shall we take another spin of the wheel?”
“Nah, we’ve both had a spin, so now it’s time to move on to the lightning round!”
Maud thought back to the “lightning rounds” of the many games her sister had invented in their youth, some of which had involved actual lightning. “Alright, Pinkie, as long as it doesn’t involve anything unsafe,” she tentatively agreed. “Such as ramming a huge horsecock up my plot with no preparation.”
“That’s a totally valid criticism, but look how that turned out! You came 3 times!”
“Technically, that’s true,” Maud admitted.
Pinkie reached out for the wall on which her wheel was mounted, and gave it a firm shove. Before their eyes, the wall itself rotated about, hiding the wheel and revealing Pinkie and Maud’s two other sisters, Marble and Limestone Pie. Both mares were bound, lying on their backs with their hind legs spread, and gagged with large jawbreakers.
“Ta-da!” Pinkie cheered. “It’s time to welcome our two new contestants!”
“Hello, Marble,” Maud stated with a nod. “Hello, Limestone.”
The two single mares of the Pie family had been trussed up with red ribbons and pretty bows. Their near virgin pussies were fully exposed, covered with baby oil and natural juices. Using bright pink lipstick, Pinkie had drawn large hearts upon her sisters’ exposed barrels, then written a sappy love message within each heart: PLZ BE MINE for Limestone, and ONA HOLE for Marble. Tempered chocolate had been dripped over the girls’ firm young teats and left to solidify, and a cinnamon heart had been firmly pressed against each clit, bringing the two horny mares a burning, yet arousing sensation from which they’d yet found no relief.
Although Limestone and Marble had no doubt heard every detail of the kinky sodomy on the other side of the wall, they were wide eyed at the sight of Maud’s gaping chasm of an asshole, not to mention Pinkie’s already rehardening prick. “Mmmmph!” grunted Limestone through her candy gag, thrusting her bound hips frantically at the two ponies before her. “Mmm mmmhhhm!”
“Limestone is saying that I didn’t want her and Marble to be lonely on Hearts and Hooves Day,” Pinkie explained.
“I can understand her, too, Pinkie,” Maud deadpanned.
“Oh, right, duh!” Pinkie slapped her forehead. “Anyways, I invited them over, dipped them in chocolate, dressed them up like valentines, and bound them nice and tight for Cheezy to pleasy! But he’s not here, and now all the Pie sisters are lonely! Waaah!” Tears began to gush from the eyes of the sensitive pink mare, as she realized that her horny plans were foiled once again.
“It’ll be OK, Pinkie.” Maud put a gentle hoof upon Pinkie’s shoulder. “Just share your dick potion with me, and we can fuck your sisters together.”
“Gee, thanks, Maud! What a pal! Then we can all—” Suddenly, Pinkie was struck by a thunderbolt of thought that frizzed her mane and lifted her off the floor, only to set her voluptuous body back down again with the rumble of a small earthquake.
“Wait a minute!” she shouted. “Limestone and Marble are your sisters, too!”
“Technically, yes.” Maud nodded as she bit the cork off of Pinkie’s futa-potion.
“Mmmhmm.” Marble nodded shyly, looking at her two generous siblings with eager eyed anticipation.
Pinkie drew in a gasp so big that her already bounteous barrel swelled fit to pop a button on her XXXL maternity gown.
“But... THAT’S INCEST!”