Wanting the Pie.

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Constant, pounding raindrops pattered against the exterior windows of Sugarcube Corner, and the rushing water, blowing wind, and occasional claps of thunder were the only sounds Mr. Cake could hear at the moment. It was actually peaceful, standing in front of the window in the empty store and listening to the calming sounds of the weather in relative quiet. It was a pretty sure sign that Pinkie Pie is somewhere else at least.

It'd been only two days since his wife had left with the twins to visit her family. They'd wanted him to go along, but with a big holiday coming up, they couldn't afford to close down the store for a week. So it was just him there, listening to the rare silence. Well... him and Pinkie. It shouldn't bother him, should it? The idea of spending most of a week with just her. She's almost like a daughter after all, and putting that aside that, an employee. There's nothing inappropriate about them being alone together for so long. In fact, there's no reason he should have even thought about that, it's so completely ridiculous.

He sighed, and went back to wiping down a table, hoping Cup Cake wasn't having any problems with the inclement weather.

Pinkie Pie would’ve been elsewhere, maybe with her friends or throwing a party, but thanks to the rain, she had been up in her room and taking the much-needed naps to be as energetic and perky as she is. The sound effect of her bounces marked the arrival of the pink creature as she bounced down the stairs in an entirely dangerous-looking manner with ease. “Good evening Mr. Cake! Thankies for letting me take a nap after the store closed, I really needed that!” she chirped with that high-pitched noise that she makes so often.

Speak of the... "Evening, Pinkie," Carrot Cake answered her, after resisting the urge to warn the pony about precariously pronking down the stairs. He had an idea how much good that would do to stop her energetic antics. "And don't mention it. There wasn't much to do after such a slow day anyway." He gestured at the still-storming view outside.

“Well, I guess that means there’s nothing for Pinkie to do outside today. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Cake?” The energetic pony asked as she bounced over to him, invading his personal space as she halted herself with her front hooves, causing her whole self to lean forward a little and almost booping him in the nose with her own. The way that rear raised from her brakes...

The timing was so wrong he could almost believe she was doing it on purpose, wording it that way. Smiling nervously and taking a step back, the amber stallion shook his head. "I, uh, don't think so, Pinkie." After considering for a moment, he added, "Maybe help me finish cleaning off these tables?"

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie Pie chirped energetically, as she bounced backwards to the sink to get a damp piece of cloth, humming one of her songs all the while as she hopped around the store wiping them tables up.

Relieved that it was just Pinkie being Pinkie, he continued cleaning a stubborn stain off one of the round tables used for customers to eat. Seeing her bounce all over the place, Mr. Cake chuckled. "I still wonder how you manage to always have so much energy." Sure, he'd been more excitable as a younger stallion, but he'd never seen somepony as full of life as the young mare with him.

“Well SOMEpony’s gotta be happy for everypony!” Pinkie explained as she leaned onto a table, standing on her hind legs to scrub it with both of her forelegs. Wagging her tail from one side to another along with that happy tune of hers, she still seemed to bounce even as she’s standing in place, putting that little wiggle in her hips along with her humming.

The stallion kept smiling at her happy go lucky answer as he worked, until he looked up to see her waving her hips and lost track of whatever he was going to say. "That's...uh..." He started walking to put the rag he was using back, chiding himself. "A very positive outlook."

“Mmhmm!” Pinkie hummed as she zipped from the table to the bar, propping herself up the same way and scrubbing away, smiling adorably while doing so.

Mr. Cake almost turns away again, but keeps going. The way he saw it, if she walks right in front of him, then he's not really trying to look, right? Those round, mesmerizing flanks just happened to be in sight. He hit the edge of the counter as he passed, muttering an "Ow," before continuing to the sink.

“Are you alright, Mr. Cake?” Pinkie asked with that cute, innocent, concerned face of hers. Her head tilted to the side just a little, making her look like a worried puppy. It was a strange combination of innocence and dat flank of hers.

"I'm fine, Pinkie. Thanks." His pride hurt more anyway, from that minor embarrassment. There was no denying to himself now that he's getting... Distracted. Depositing the cloth into the sink, he turned and looked over the shop, and couldn't think of anything else to be done. "I think that's all we needed to do, after you finish that counter."

“Okie Mr Cakey!” Pinkie giggled as she doubled her effort in scrubbing the counter sparkling clean, with so much perkiness, so much energy. She just seemed to be in a constant loop of cheerfulness.

"And after that, you have the rest of the day off," Mr. Cake added. He rubbed his mane with a hoof. "It's getting late. I'm going to take a shower.”

“Well, I can’t go anywhere out in the rain. Would you mind if I stay inside tonight, Mr. Cake?” Pinkie asked as she finished scrubbing the counter and zipped over to the sink to dump her damp cloth into it.

"Of course not, Pinkie," he answered. She lived here too, so he couldn't just tell her she can't stay inside. And he couldn't blame her for not wanting to get wet.

...a thought that conjured all sorts of mental images which made him want to get upstairs faster. To that end, the stallion walked towards the stairs quickly.

“Awesome!” Pinkie squeaked in a high-pitched noise as she bounced over to the stairs too, being done with work. She’d probably be heading to her room and maybe to take a shower or something. “So who should go shower first?” The pink party pony asked, letting him decide.

Generously, he answered with a joking, "You can go first, as long as you don't use up all the hot water."

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie chirped and hopped up the steps, passing him, allowing him to look at that cute, bouncy, perky rump of hers as she bounced up to the bathroom, her bushy tail was in just the perfect spot to keep him from seeing more.

Carrot Cake cursed that pink, curly, tail cruelly keeping him from seeing what was just underneath. But, maybe- no, it would be wrong. ... though would she really mind if she didn't find out? "Oh, Pinkie," he said in a forced casual tone. "I had an idea for us to save time."

Pinkie’s bouncing skidded to a halt with an audible sound effect. It made her do that forward lean again and raised her hindquarters a little higher, almost enough for him to see under that curly tail of hers before she dropped down to the ground and spun around to face him in a flash again. “Yes~, Mr Cake?” She replied in her cheerful sing-song voice.

It took him a moment to remember. "...I thought, since we both need to use the bathroom, why don't you tell me when you're in the shower, and I can come in and brush my teeth?" He hoped he sold it sounding nonchalant.

Pinkie thought on that for a second, putting on her thinking face, before beaming up brightly again. “Okie dokie lokie! That sounds good to me!” she chirped happily, sounding fine with the thought.

It took effort to stop himself from celebrating. "Okay, good. Then you go on and get in, and I'll wait." His chest started to rise and fall a little faster. He was really about to do this, despite the risk. To try to steal a peek at Pinkie Pie.

“Will do!” Pinkie squeaked as she bounced into the bathroom and closed the door, but didn’t lock it. A short moment later he could hear the sound of running shower. “Okay! I’m showering~!” Pinkie’s voice came in that unique sing-song way that she liked to do so much of.

Hearing it sent shivers up the stallion's spine, and he reached for the doorknob, entering the room that was already starting to fill with steam. He stood in the doorway for a moment, hesitating to take the next step. His wife had only been gone for two days, and he's gone this far already. Was he so weak? So entranced?

Or maybe it was only natural. He walked inside, shutting the door behind him, and basked in the tempting knowledge that only a few feet away, Pinkie Pie was running hot water over her entire body, wet fur glistening. It would have been so easy to slip past the curtain and join her.

And would she really mind? She had been with them for a while already. She was practically a daughter to them! She certainly didn’t seem to mind his presence in the room with nothing but a thin curtain between them. The bathroom’s lights allowed him to see the outline of the showering young filly, barely a mare. The way that she ran the shampoo all over her coat was certainly very tempting...

... so tempting, and so wrong. Carrot sighed and looked at his scruffy muzzle in the mirror, wondering how he got to that point as he idly attached his toothbrush to his hoof via a strap. Even forgetting that he was married, and a father now, and that she was his employee, and his tenant... Nothing he wanted to do to her would even be legal for years yet. The thoughts he was having were the kind that get stallions' faces in newspapers and them thrown into dungeons.

Of course he couldn’t actually do anything about it. Figuring he may as well actually brush his teeth, Mr. Cake reached his hoof to the medicine cabinet and opened it, then froze as he saw something, a flash of pink, in the moving mirror. He'd forgotten about the smaller mirror they kept in the shower itself, and couldn't have seen anything with the angle it's at without being suspicious. But, with the angle the wall mirror reached when he opened it to get to the toothpaste, the reflection let him see a small image of the showering mare. The view was small, but more than enough. It wasn’t like what he imagined.

Teasingly, torturously, it was even better than that. With her facing away from the mirror, he saw another view of that taut, round, perfectly plump ass. That time even better for the water running over it, and the soaked tail hanging down and just barely keeping her covered. He waited, holding his breath, and watched to see if she moved it without knowing he can see. In his sheath, he felt a familiar tingling as he pictured putting his hooves on each of her cutie marks and fucking the filly up against the wall of the shower.

What he managed to get a tiny glimpse of was even better, just as her soaked tail began to move, barely allowing him to see the very edge of what was the beginning of her hidden treasure, her soapy hoof came and blocked his view. But before he could curse it or wonder if she had noticed, her hoof began to move. Rubbing and cleaning her privates in such a torturously teasing way. It made sense, she had to be careful. Being such a young filly, she must still be very sensitive there and rubbing too hard might cause her to make some... inappropriate noises.

It was a good thing she couldn’t see him right then, or Carrot Cake would have had some explaining to do. He averted his eyes, but not before other parts of his body had thoroughly started to enjoy the show. Closing the mirrored cabinet harder than strictly necessary, he muttered something about being done in between heavy breaths and left the room before he made any more stupid decisions. He left behind the pink little pony to shower, oblivious to what just happened.

Stupid, so stupid... As he marched down the hall to his bedroom, he had to wonder if it was worth it. Risking everything for a peek at Pinkie's private parts. His erection twitched, as if answering an immediate and enthusiastic “yes.” He opened the door to his bedroom- his and his wife's bedroom- and practically fell into the bed, already frustrated in more ways than just the obvious one. In the dark room, Mr. Cake resolved to forget it all: everything in the last ten or fifteen minutes. He was lonely, and tired. The weather probably had something to do with it. He took off his hat and sets it on the nightstand, putting his face in the pillow.

...unsurprisingly, sleep didn't come. The hardness pressed painfully into the mattress was too distracting for that, and the thoughts about what he saw wouldn’t leave. Groaning, Carrot turned over onto his back, feeling the open air against his shaft. It wasn’t going to go down for a while at that rate, but he could do something about that at least. He could even make up for what he did; fantasizing about his wife and how he’d like to greet her when she gets home.

When he finished, it wasn't her he was thinking about.

Thinking about the Pie.

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If yesterday was calm and quiet while Pinkie napped, then this could be considered her making up for lost time. Upbeat music played from a record in one corner of the main room of Sugarcube Corner, while everywhere else was a layer of streamers and balloons and confetti, and of course, the young mare's close friends. Standing behind the counter resolutely, Mr. Cake couldn't say he was even sure what event she was celebrating, and with that pony, there's never any guarantee there is a special event at all. All he knew is that having all these young mares around was doing nothing good for his focus.

He glanced over to the table with the refreshments, and immediately saw Rarity facing away from him. He looked away, still apparently in that much control of himself, only to see Fluttershy stretching out on the couch, with a cute yawn that he had to try to ignore. And of course, worst of all, Pinkie Pie danced in the middle of the room, right where he had the best and worst view in the house. It was a miracle none of them noticed him sweating, or trying not to steal looks and ending up looking more suspicious in the process.

Somehow, he made it through the party without saying or doing anything that made somepony call the Guard. He almost would have said no to the party, if he had had the heart to deny Pinkie and those enormous puppy-dog eyes. Carrot Cake hoped he wouldn't regret that weakness as he packed up uneaten food that was left over.

Pinkie herself had just finished sending the last of her friends out, waving her hoof ever so excitedly while bouncing at the same time. And when they were far away enough, she closed the door and zipped over to get the broom. Bouncing past the tormented stallion, still so painfully energetic despite the partying and dancing and playing with her close friends.

Moving cupcakes from a platter to a tin foil-wrapped container, the stallion had a few filthy fleeting thoughts about what she could do with all that energy she seems to have. Mr. Cake moved the container onto his back and followed her into the kitchen, but only because he was going that way anyway.

“Thanks again for letting me throw a party for my friends here, Mr. Cake! They really appreciate it too!” Pinkie chirped and beamed him a bright wide smile as she starts to sweep the kitchen for any loose crumbs and dust from the day’s baking.

That adorable, innocent, smile, it couldn't help but put one like it on his own face. "Of course, Pinkie. I enjoyed it too." He reached a hoof out to pat her withers, but stopped and pulled it back before making contact. That's a bad road to go down in his state of mind. Carrot just continued toward the fridge with the leftover desserts.

The silence is too much for him to hope for, unfortunately. “So do you need me to help bake some more goodies tonight, Mr. Cake? There’s nothing else for me to do after we’re done cleaning. Is there anything else you want me to do?” The pink perky filly asked him innocently, her eyes fluttering as she shows her cheerfulness and cuteness as she usually does.

Without thinking, Mr. Cake answered with a breathless, "Yes." It took him a second to realize and amend as quickly as he could, "I mean no, nothing at all."

...It would’ve been nice if he had gotten away, wouldn’t it? “Are you sure, Mr. Cake? If there’s anything you want me to do you can just say and Pinkie Pie will be on the case!” The mare in question chirped and does a salute with her hoof, using the broom as her support to keep her standing up on her hind legs. Showing him her soft belly.

His eyes moved between hers and her belly, his brain directing them to the former and other parts pulling them to the latter. It was just so soft-looking, he wanted to bury his muzzle in it, kissing it, trailing downwards... "Uh..." The orange stallion wiped a hoof across his forehead. "It's nothing, Pinkie. Don't worry about it." Please accept that, please accept that...

But she didn’t look convinced, allowing herself to drop back to the floor, denying him of the sight of that soft-looking belly, Pinkie invaded his personal space and asked “Are you reeeeally sure, Mr. Cake? You don’t look so well all day today! Are you sick? Does Pinkie Pie need to be a nurse for you?” Her question came rapidly with sincere concern on her face, worried for him.

"No!" He answered that last question more quickly than he should have. But of all the things that could make this worse, that was near that top. "It's really nothing. I'm just...lonely. With Cup Cake away." He wasn't technically lying, he told himself.

Pinkie looked a bit… saddened by that? Her ears drooped a little as her withers slumped. “Lonely? But you’re not alone Mr. Cake, I’m here!” she said. No doubt she was worried that she may have done something to annoy him enough to not consider her being here.

"And I'm glad you are," Carrot Cake answered immediately, meaning it with full sincerity. Despite her accidentally making the past few days a constant battle of wills where he'd been walking on eggshells to avoid doing something that would turn his life upside down... Mr. Cake was really glad she was there. Not having her perky, excitable self around wouldn't feel right.

“Is there something else worrying you?” Pinkie asked further with concern as she sat down on the cleaned floor, looking to him with an innocent face.

The tall stallion tried to force a smile. "I'm fine. Maybe I'm just tired from that party?"

That only seemed to have saddened the pink pony further. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Cake. Did we party too hard?” She apologized, looking like a guilty puppy.

"No, not at all," Carrot answered, still trying to find something to say that wouldn't upset her even more. He held out a hoof to help her up, and she took it with her own, pulling herself up before wrapping her other hoof around his neck and hugging onto him. Pinkie was squeezing him lightly in her hug as she buried the side of her head into his neck. Letting him actually feel that soft, smooth coat of hers, her young warmth pressing against him, how her chest moved with each of her breath and the smell of pastries still on her. “I really want to help…” She murmured against him.

It was surely wrong to enjoy the hug as much as he did. To wrap his forelegs around the mare half his age as his breathing slowed and he felt her heart beat through her chest. Carrot did anyway though, and couldn't bring himself to let go. "I know you want to, Pinkie..." He trailed off.

“So let me help you!” She whined, not understanding why he was being so stubborn, he was sad, right? He even said he’s lonely! And nopony can cheer ponies up like Pinkie!

He pulled away just far enough to look her in the eyes, his heart skipping a beat. "... help me?" Did she mean it all along then? All the teasing wording? The chances for him to look at her?

“Yeah! Nopony can cheer ponies up like Pinkie Pie can!” She chirped brightly at him, offering him her cute, innocent smile again.

She had to mean that, there was no other way to take it. Pinkie was young, but she couldn't be that oblivious. Mr. Cake pulled her closer again, pressing her body up against his. "So...how are you going to cheer me up?"

The pink mare in his hooves giggled and squirmed lightly against him, it almost felt like she was grinding him with her squirming. But who was to say that she wasn't actually grinding him? “Well, you said you were tired because of the parties, right? So it’ll have to be something else!” She concluded, still smiling brightly for him in his grasp. “Anything you can think of that I can do for you, Mr. Cake?” She asked.

Breathing in a tiny gasp at her question and the squirming, grinding, motions, the stallion only held her more tightly against him. He moved his hooves down to her hips, feeling how they've somehow already started to fill out on her petite frame. Just like he feared, she was the perfect balance between tight and plush, squeezable and lithe. There couldn't be a jury in Equestria that would convict him for what he wants to ask her to do...

...a jury! That's exactly what Carrot Cake was looking at if this was all some misunderstanding. If she was only an innocent young mare who happened not to realize what jailbait she was being. He didn't let her go; he couldn't at this point with the way she was rubbing up against him, but he answered her with a touch of nervousness, "I'm not sure, Pinkie... Did you have any ideas?"

For some reason, her perky excitedness seemed to have faltered slightly when he moved his hooves to those squeezable hips of hers. Confusion bleeding into her bright and cheerful smile, her eyes shifted a little as her hug loosened somewhat. “Uhm.. how about a massage? That’d help! right?” Pinkie Pie offered a little quicker than strictly necessary. What had got her all nervous about? Second thoughts?

Carrot Cake nodded immediately, and let her go, only with the promise of what was to come. "That would help, definitely. Should we go upstairs?" That question brightened her expression.

“Okie dokie lokie!” Replied the mare in question, bouncing in place again, her usual vivacious self showing off a bright, broad smile. The promise of helping her employer, who she could probably call as her own father, helped her mood immensely.

Carrot almost bounced himself as he led the perpetually perky pony upstairs, and walks with a definite bounce in his step. He almost led her to his bedroom, but decided against it, and took the second flight of stairs up to hers. Pinkie Pie was a little confused about that, and asked innocently “Why are we going up to my room, Mr. Cake?”

He stopped, and turned around, confusion on his face. "Where else where we going to do it? Um, the massage, I mean."

“Well I was thinking that we could’ve done it on the counter, on the bar, in the kitchen or, if you don’t mind, on the table!” Pinkie answered in that innocent manner of hers. Bouncing dangerously on a single step on the stairs with terrifying ease.

Seeing her doing something dangerous so casually was commonplace by that point, and he had been in a state of arousal and worry for much of the past few days anyway. Giving her his best attempt at a sly look, the stallion answered, "Don't worry, we'll have time to try there too."

Wow! He must’ve been REALLY tense and tired from all the work and partying lately! “Well, Pinkie’s not stopping until you feel all cheered up and better, Mr. Cake!” The pink little pony chirped and giggled, bouncing up the step behind him closely, her tail and mane bouncing along with her cheerfulness perfectly.

Mr. Cake looked better already, smiling as he trotted up the stairs and into her bedroom. At this rate, being left here with the shop would end up being his own vacation. He looked around at the party decorations constantly adorning the room, and noted how perfectly it matched the mare.

Pinkie was bouncing behind him, ecstatic to see that she was already helping him just by offering! That earlier hug had felt strange, but she shrugged it off then, anyway. “Sooo~ what should we do first?”

The haze the hug had put over his judgment had faded just enough that he wouldn't do what he planned... Just not enough that he was going to walk away from her offer. "You're the masseuse here, aren't you? What should we do first?" He asked playfully. At least when everypony found out about this, he’d be able to say he didn't start it.

“Well, you’ll have to lay on my bed of course!” Pinkie Pie giggled without a care. “Oh! And where are you most tense? On your back or front?" Pinkie Pie walked around and around him in circles, looking at him as if she could see the tension, before suddenly declaring, "We could start on your back! You’ve just got to lay on your belly.”

Mr. Cake took off his hat, then the apron, making sure to stand at an angle that gave him some modesty. It's pretty lucky she didn't ask him to start on his back, until he could tell how far she was going to take this. The energetic young filly, ever so torturous with her lithe form, beamed brighter. He looked back at her briefly, before setting his muzzle on the pillow, waiting for it to start.

Then he felt it, the bed, slightly too small and mightily too pink for him, distort from pressure as Pinkie climbed on. Then he felt soft hooves starting at his shoulders, kneading away the stress and knots in his withers and neck.

The stallion closed his eyes and hummed pleasurably. "Mmm. Lower," he spoke the single word. He could just imagine those tender hooves drifting lower and lower, until they reached the real source of his stress.

“Okay!” Came an energetic reply as the hooves indeed drifted lower, kneading along his back, massaging him. She might not have been the spa twins, but feeling the two young hooves from a filly barely half his age kneading and pressing against him was enough compensation.

It definitely was, and the fact that it was Pinkie Pie specifically doing it made it that much better for Mr. Cake. That youthful energy gets put into everything she does, from baking, to chores, to massaging him right now. It was a quality he’d missed in his wife the past few years... Not letting those thoughts distract from the moment, the stallion let out a quiet sigh of approval. He had to imagine again, whether she'd put that same enthusiasm into other things.

But like all good things, the end was far too soon. “Okie dokie lokie, Mr. Cakie! I think that does it for your back!” The pink mare said cheerfully, bouncing in her seat on the bed a little doing so. “Time for your other side!” She declared.

"Uh..." He sat up partly and looked around quickly for something to cover himself. Thankfully, the apron is still close enough to grab and wrap around a hoof. Carrot Cake very slowly turned over, feeling the relief of no longer having his stallionhood pressed into the mattress and laid the apron over himself before Pinkie sees anything. He sheepishly glanced between her face and the obvious shape under the cloth.

Pinkie’s broad smile told him that she either didn’t mind, or didn’t notice. Once he was properly rested on his back, the young mare before him climbed onto the bed, then over him. Before sitting down, straddling the poor stallion with her forelegs resting on his chest, they immediately went to kneading him. “They always sit on ponies in the spa while they massages, right?” Pinkie asked, wondering if she had done it right. She wasn’t too sure if she was supposed to sit on him while he was laying on his back or his belly, but her guess may prove fatal for the aging stallion.

"Y-yes, I think so..." He answered, while his chest began to visibly rise and fall again. The stallion shifted in the bed, getting more comfortable and taking the chance to grind against the young mare while she works.

That had made her giggle. “You’re so squirmy, Mr. Cake!”

With his face starting to feel warm, Mr. Cake chuckled. "Yeah...Pinkie?" He lifted an amber hoof to her chest and gently pressed on it. "Could you slide back a little?"

“Not a problem!” Pinkie hit a high-pitched note, and she pushed herself sitting upright with her forelegs so that she could scoot and slide herself back a little along with his gentle press. That revealed to him her soft underside just like when she was standing against that broom, but this time there was more. With her sitting on him, he was getting such a great view. Had his eyes drifted any lower...

He didn't need his eyes though, for the incredible feeling as she pressed down on him. Through just a thin layer of cloth, he could feel her lower lips rubbing against his shaft, just barely parting as she settled down. He couldn't stop himself from gasping, and laid a hoof on one of her hind legs.

Yet Pinkie couldn’t seem to figure out what was getting him so worked up, was she doing something wrong? “Are you okay, Mr. Cake? Is me sitting on you making you uncomfortable?” She asked with concern. He had looked a lot more relaxed when she was massaging his back, after all!

"No! No, this is perfect," he insisted. It was clear by this point that she didn't know what she was doing, or she was the best actress in Equestria. It actually relieved Carrot Cake. It took two ponies to have an affair, right? So if she was just innocently giving him a massage, he wasn't doing anything wrong, and could just enjoy it. And wow, was he enjoying it.

“Oh! Okay!” Pinkie chirped, puffing up into the floof of happiness that she is, making her bounce a little on him. Putting slightly more pressure on where it counts before she leaned forward to start kneading at him again, massaging him the way she knew best while straddling him. Happily humming one of her songs all the while.

Mr. Cake was in heaven now, lying back and being taken care of so thoroughly by this lovely mare. Her carefree humming added to it all, reminding him of that cute and sexy innocence that was letting this happen. ... but of course, the lusty thoughts demanded that he see just how far he could go. His fantasies about her the night before, and in the past few months if he was being honest, were now only a thin cloth away from being satisfied. While Pinkie kneaded away at his chest, the stallion very slowly started to move his hips, grinding against her lips.

That seemed to irritate the filly on top of him but nothing much more. “You’ve gotta stay still, Mr. Cake! I can’t massage you if you keep squirming!” She pouted, adorably, momentarily pausing the massage to put her hooves on her hips. Even as her treasured privates were being grinded on without her knowledge.

She could't expect him to just stop now! "Sorry," he apologized without thinking, amused that Pinkie didn't even realize he could see the darkening fur on her face and ears going from pink to a deeper red blush.

“Are you sure this is helping? You don’t look any better, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie asked, as she returned to massaging him with those tender legs of hers.

"Actually, Pinkie, there is a way to make it better..." Mr. Cake said before he even realized he was saying it. And it had caught her attention.

Pinkie’s ears perked and she asked “Oooh! Oh! What is it?” while practically bouncing on him with so much excitement and energy.

Carrot groaned contentedly. "Just... move your hips from front to back."

That request confused the pink mare greatly. How was moving her hips around supposed to help? But he was older, so he probably knew more about what he wanted than she did anyway. Experimentally, Pinkie started to move her hips as he had asked her to. She wasn't pressing down onto him or grinding onto him intentionally, but the simple movements of her hips gave him something so much better: the feel of her soft, tight, young lips barely grazing and brushing against him through the thin fabric. It started to take effect on the young sensitive mare as well, as she found herself strangely flushed and warm. She felt her cheeks blush but she wasn't sure why.

"Mm, yes... How does that feel?” The stallion asked her in an unhidden sultry tone. The hoof he had resting on her leg moved to wrap around her back, so she wouldn't even think about moving or stopping what she was doing. Mr. Cake was increasingly tempted to move the apron and see if she'd even mind.

Pinkie was beginning to get fidgety, blushing increasingly harder. The massage didn't feel normal anymore for some reason, and she wasn't sure if she should keep going. “Uh... Isn't that my line, Mr. Cake?” She asked, her kneading having become tense when he had wrapped his leg around her back like so. It made her squirm, nervousness starting to bleed into her. And that had only made it better for the tormented stallion.

As wrong as it was, her nervous squirming and quivering only made him harder, as did feeling her start to get wet as she unknowingly straddled him. It barely registered that she was asking him a question, while he was holding her in place over his medial ring and barely containing himself at the sensation of her reluctant movements. It was terrible, some part of Mr. Cake knew...but he also couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. "Huh?" He uttered, distractedly. "I... I just want you to enjoy the massage too."

The pink young filly squirmed reluctantly, unsure why she was feeling the way she was, but it didn’t feel like it was a simple massage anymore. Simple massages don’t get ponies flushed, and it certainly shouldn’t have made her feel as warm as she did right then. Her room is usually a lot cooler than that! Now it felt like any warmer and she could melt!

She was already starting to sweat a little through her soft coat and panting light little pants as if she had done one of her dancing exercises, but that didn’t make sense! She was just massaging Mr. Cake.. right? “I-I think that’s enough massaging, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie squeaked, trying to keep her voice cheerful and energetic in an attempt to mask her nervousness of the unknown as her hooves pressed down at him, her hind legs pushing into the bed a little, squeezing around his body in the process of trying to stand back up. She doesn’t like not knowing what was happening.

But he was so close, she couldn't just stop now! Without moving, he immediately, indignantly, complained, "But we just started!"

Pinkie was already climbing off of him to sit on the bed at his side, rubbing her forelegs together and unknowingly exposing some more of her cute belly for him to feast his eyes upon. “I.. I just remembered that I’ve got to go check on my friends.. Can I go, Mr. Cake?” She asked, almost pleadingly as her eyes shifted between him, her own bed, and the stairs down.

Seeing this poor, scared, filly, Mr. Cake practically deflated. "...Yes, Pinkie," he said after a pause. "You can go..."

“Thanksies Mr. Cake!” Said the mare in question, puffing back up a little before she bounced off of the bed and down the stairs. Her mane and tail bouncing along, barely enough to keep herself decent from the stallion behind her.

There was a dark spot on his apron, on her bed that she’d been sitting at, and he could swear there were some droplets on the floor too.

...Damnit. Carrot Cake laid back on the bed, exhaling hard and putting a hoof over his face. He was a real piece of work, wasn't he? Practically molesting Pinkie Pie. For all he knew, she just walked out to go find a guard and have her pervert boss dragged away in chains. He would have deserved it too. What would Cup Cake think?

These thoughts and even more passed through his head, and through it all, he can still feel that he was hard as a rock under his probably now-stained apron. It just went to show, a stallion could feel like the worst pony in the world, and his dick wouldn't have gotten the message. Worse than that, he still desperately wanted to go along with it, even after what just happened. Pinkie's pie rubbing up and down his shaft, fluids dripping onto tiny cloth that was the only thing that separated him from holding her there and plunging it into her tight, virgin, hole while she tried to squirm away.

A truly deviant idea came to the lanky, grain-colored, stallion's mind, and he didn't even try to resist it. Picking up the apron with a hoof, he put it to his muzzle and breathed deeply, basking in her heavenly scent. So sweet, without being cloying. It was nearly enough to make him get up and chase her down right then. ..Instead, he stayed on her bed and moved his hooves to his shaft, leaving the cloth over his face. It didn't take him long to finish, and there was something unsatisfying when he did, even with the bonus of knowing he just came where she'll be sleeping tonight.

It was unsatisfying because then he only wanted the real thing more.

Eating the Pie.

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Pinkie Pie was thinking, she had been doing a lot of that lately, thinking. About a lot of different things too! Like, what was all that yesterday? Why had she felt so strangely towards Mr. Cake when she was massaging him? Was it really just a massage? Thinking back on it, Mr. Cake had been acting kind of strangely around her, lately and she wasn’t sure what that was all about either! Was she supposed to be scared? Happy? She definitely was nervous yesterday, that was for sure. She could still remember her heart racing when she was bouncing down the steps, her eyes hazy as she quickly retreated out to get some cool nice evening’s air that had helped her calm down. She’d gone to Twilight for some advice, since Twilight always had good advice. But Twilight wasn’t around, and she didn’t want to bother her friends so late, and ended up just walking around to clear her mind out, before going back to shower and lay on her bed. It had a strangely pleasant smell that she don’t recognize. And that only allowed her to think, and think. She couldn’t fathom the possibility that Mr. Cake would do something inappropriate to her: he was a married stallion! And she loved him like a father!

But he wasn’t her father, though. And thinking more on it, she did feel like she had liked those hugs of his, it was strange, and new, and unknown, but all in all it wasn’t that bad. And Pinkie Pie wasn’t a foal. She knew of the birds and the bees, enough to start really thinking about it. Did Mr. Cake want to make love to her? That wouldn’t be right, would it? He had Mrs. Cake, and his foals, and Pinkie loved the Cakes so much. She wouldn’t want anything to happen that would make them fight..

There were only more and more questions in the young pink mare’s mind. So lost in her thought, that she had only just then noticed a hoof waving in front of her face. Mr. Cake’s hoof. “Huh? Wha-? Sorry Mr. Cake, I kinda spaced out there.” She blinked, shaking back to reality.

"That's fine, Pinkie. We, uh... have an order." It's the first thing Mr. Cake had really said to her since the other night, and he intended not to dwell on it longer than he needed to. Besides the fact that he needed to get back to the counter up front, he'd noticed her avoiding him, and didn't need her distracted in the middle of the lunch rush. "Half a dozen doughnuts, pink frosting and glazed," he reported, then awkwardly went back to man the register.

“Okie dokie lokie Mr. Cake! A dozen pink frosting and glazed doughnuts coming right up!” Pinkie chirped. Other ponies would not have been able to tell the difference, but somepony that had been with her for so long like Mr. Cake could tell that she had not been as active as usual that day. Who would blame her, though?

Not him, after the stunt he pulled. As he walked, devoid of energy himself, the stallion was only glad she didn't go to the authorities immediately. As far as he knew. ...or worse yet, she could write a letter to his wife. It wasn't even his fault! She offered to give him a massage! He grumbled as he went back to taking and hoofing out orders to hungry customers.

Or he tried to, at any rate. Mr. Cake stared blankly at the stallion talking to him on the other side of the counter. The baker was far more preoccupied with Pinkie Pie, and what he did, not to mention how it was affecting her.

She clearly wanted to get away near the end, squirming and wiggling like she was... But in his state of mind, that was just all the more enticing. What was she trying to accomplish anyway, straddling him like that if she didn't want to take it further? Was she really that innocent? That pure? ... that easily corruptible?

"Hey, aren't you going to take my bits?" The stallion insistently shook the hoof holding the little gold coins. It snapped Mr. Cake out of his reverie, but put a sheepish expression on his face.

"Uh... I'm sorry, Sir, what were you ordering again?" The customer in front and all of them lining up behind him groaned. The rest of the day wasn't any easier for Mr. Cake.

True to his prediction, it was a long, hard day at work. That should serve as a clue to what sort of mood he was in for most of that time. Pies, cupcakes, crullers, danishes... the whole day ponies were in and out, ordering desserts and yet there was one thing on his mind as the day went on, and it only got more insistent for those fleeting moments where the stallion would poke his head back into the kitchen and tell Pinkie Pie to start another order.

Once in a while, he would even get lucky and manage to do so while she was busy doing something, turned away from him. There was one point, after lunch, where the (too) young mare was leaning over the counter right across from the doorway and rolling dough for some cookies, her plot waving back and forth as she did it. It was one of those rare times in Carrot Cake's life, where he wished he was a unicorn. If only he had a horn, and could sneakily, without her knowing, lift that fluffy, pink cotton-candy, tail up and get another good look at the prize it was hiding from him.

...It isn't as if she has been hiding it, he realized, doing one of the final tasks in closing the shop for the night. As he idly filled the bits into their safe, memories of the past few days' more... eventful moments played for Mr. Cake. Her in the shower, hot water running over her body, touching herself while she knew he was in the room. Or just the other day, giving him that massage when there was no way at all she didn't know how hard he was under that cloth. If he thought about it... it seemed like she’d been teasing him. Letting him see just glimpses of that irresistible pink plot, bouncing, shaking it right in front of him. She had to be trying to tempt him!

Or, at least, trying to give him a signal... Maybe it wasn't so bad as that. A filly her age probably had urges too, and having him here with her, alone, for the whole week? It could be hard on her too, in the same way. What if she was nervous, and wanted him to take the first step more directly? They both wanted it, and there were only a few days left now. He'd have to act fast, he realized while finishing his task and locking up the safe. If they didn't want to lose their chance, it had to be now or never, and he didn't want to do that to either of them. Who could blame them for wanting to share that kind of experience? Mr. Cake loved his wife, he truly did, and his beautiful foals... but, he couldn't deny there was something about Pinkie Pie. That boundless optimism, the endless cheer. The way she could brighten a pony's day no matter what, and never made him feel tired, or unwanted. He wanted more than just her body, though if all goes well he'd have that too for the night. The stallion, filled with resolve, walked from the kitchen and left to find her. As he went, fantasies of the best-case scenario came to mind in intense detail.

He found her where he thought she’d be. Finishing up mopping the main room’s floor that he could swear was shining from how clean it had become. But her usual cheerfulness wasn’t quite there, she wasn’t as bouncy, or as excitable. Maybe it was the way she was just kind of standing there mopping that one spot. Maybe it was how her ears were slightly lowered, but whatever it was, the poor thing looked like she could use a hug.

Carrot Cake wished he could give it to her then, but it would be better to wait. He approached slowly. "Almost finished there, Pinkie Pie?"

The mare in question perked her ears and looked up to him, her eyes widening for a second as if startled. “Hm? Oh! Yeah, I’m just about done cleaning, Mr. Cake.. Is there.. anything else you want me to do?” It was that question again. Although with some hesitation in her voice.

This time, Carrot had the restraint to not answer it the same way. He rubbed the back of his head with a hoof, finding this hard to say. "No... but I thought you might want to talk."

“About what?” Pinkie asked as she allowed herself to drop back to the ground and face him fully, letting the mop rest against her side.

"About what happened? Yesterday?" He asked, almost wondering if he'd been imagining her more upset than she was.

The young pink little pony bit her lower lip and turned away for a second, as if thinking. “I dunno Mr. Cake… I dunno what to say..” she replied.

... That isn't good, because neither did he. "Are... you upset with me about it?"

“I dunno...” the answer came from the pink filly again, she was looking more and more uncertain each time.

The stallion sat in front of her and nervously took off his hat, holding it in his hooves. "... did you enjoy it?"

Pinkie sits as well, her face was starting to flush again, her ears dipped a little lower. “I-I guess…” her answer came as a nervous little squeak that would’ve been more fitting from her shy pegasus friend than the energetic party pony like her.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with that, Pinkie," Carrot told her gently, trying for more gentleness than excitement.

That made the mare in question look back to him. She looked tired, now that he’d gotten a better look at her. “But.. Mrs. Cake..” She murmured weakly. Sounding tired for maybe the first time since he had known her.

Mr. Cake still at least had the decency to look unsure when her name was brought up. "She's not here now, and both of us have needs. She doesn't need to find out, and she won't be hurt by it."

“It doesn’t feel right...” Pinkie pouted, huffing a little as she turned her face away from him. Her legs trembling a little as she said so.

"It felt right to me," he argued. After a pause, Carrot continued, "... and it might help my marriage."

That manage to catch Pinkie’s attention, she turned back to him, an ear perking curiously, her head tilted just a slight bit in the same manner. “Help with your marriage? How?”

"Well, uh... think about it this way,” Carrot tried to explain in terms she might appreciate. "Imagine you had to go to one party every day. The same party, same ponies and games, same food. Wouldn't that get boring after a while?"

The young pink party pony thought about it as she sat there. “Well, I guess so? That’s why I always make sure that my parties aren’t all the same!”

"Yes, so you get it," he said, starting to sound more excited. "If you had to go that first party every day, wouldn't you want to do something different? And then when you went back to the first party, wouldn't it seem more fun?"

It was starting to make sense now! Kind of. “Yeah! I guess it would! but, what’s partying got to do with this?” Pinkie asked, still not quite getting it. But at least she doesn’t look like she’s on the verge of crying anymore.

Okay... Maybe he needs to be a little more clear. "Well... You remember what happened during the massage?"

“Yeah? It felt really strange for a massage. A doozies of messages!” the mare answered, holding her hooves at her head and rolled her eyes around a little for effect.

"But it felt good, didn't it?" He asks, trying to keep a straight face. "That's the kind of thing Cup Cake and I do." Mr. Cake didn't expect her to be this innocent, even now. He supposed he'd just have to teach her everything she needed to know…

“Like, massages? I guess you two could really use it, working so hard everyday like that!” Pinkie commented, nodding. “It’s really sweet of you two too! You’re like, the sweetest couple together. With lots of sweets to spare that you can make a fortune selling them!”

"Um, thank you, Pinkie..." He trailed off, distractedly. Why did she have to bring up Mrs. Cake and make this harder? "And it's like a massage, but different. What I'm talking about feels much better."

“Oooh! Whatsit?” Pinkie asked, bouncing excitedly in her seat. It almost looked like she was vibrating!

The stallion nearly told her flatly, but another, better idea came to mind. "...I could show you."

And what’s the worst thing that can happen? “Okay!” Pinkie chirped, seemingly cheered up already at the thought of helping Mr. Cake with his marriage.

Now openly grinning, Carrot Cake stood up, and already started walking to the stairs. "Follow me," he told her, while imagining what was going to happen. He practically trotted up the stairs.

For the first time today, Pinkie bounced. She bounced behind him, following him up the stairs as she was told, to go and help him with his marriage! She wouldn’t have any less either! After all, it was the least she could do for the ponies who housed her, gave her a job and give her enough salary to throw so many parties and make so many ponies happy!

Again, instead of his own, Mr. Cake led her up to her own bedroom, and stood beside the bed, then patted it with a hoof.

Taking the hint, Pinkie Pie hopped onto the bed and sat down on her rump, balancing herself with her forelegs as she sat facing him. An excited smile plastered across her face as she bounced a bit still, curious to know what this good-feeling thing was going to be.

"Now... you're ready, Pinkie?" Carrot Cake asked, trying to keep from shaking with excitement himself. He had this perky, pretty, and very young mare right in front of him, and exited to do whatever he wanted. The stallion wasn't even sure what they should do first.

He took off his hat and the apron, hanging them on a bedpost. Smiling, he sat on the brightly pink bedspread, right next to Pinkie, and wrapped a hoof around her withers, starting to rub her back.

He could feel her back tensing up slightly from his rub as the filly that could’ve been his daughter looked up to him and lowered her ears a little, that unsure nervousness slowly returning to her, but she didn’t say anything this time. Determined to help him however she could.

The nervousness gave Mr. Cake just a moment of pause. He didn't retract his hoof, or move any further away, not that there was much room to on the small bed. He did ask though, "... you're ready, right? You really want to do this?"

“Do what?” that lone question, along with the confused look from the filly answered a few of his own.

"Pinkie..." He asked, brushing a hoof against her face. "... you know about the birds and the bees, right?"

“Well.. yeah! Of course I do!” She said, her heart racing up like that one time she drank a whole tub of fizzy soda. Her face warmed up with a blush as his hoof made her lean a little into it. Was this really it? Did Mr. Cake want to do something like that with her? But how was cheating on Mrs. Cake supposed to help their marriage? Oh sure, she understood what he said about the party thing, but didn’t that mean he just needed to try new things with Mrs. Cake?

There were so many questions running through the panicking mind of the pink little pony, and not many of them she had good answers for.

Meanwhile, as soon as she gave the word, the thoughts running through the stallion's mind mostly began to involve the different ways he was about to fuck this petite mare. His hoof started to gently, but insistently, press down on her back, guiding her to lay belly-down on the mattress. "Good, so you know what this is about..." He said, lecherously, his semierect member poking out of his sheath. In just a moment, he would finally be lifting up that pink tail, feeling her body move under his as he mounted her. There was no way it wasn't going to be better than every one of his fantasies, and he only needed to do it once, get it out of his system, and Cup Cake never needed to know. He was going to make this count though, and show Pinkie the time of her life.

Pinkie was reluctant, and whimpered when he insist that she lay down. She ended up rolling onto her back however, with her legs and cotton candy tail tucked to herself. It was without a doubt in her mind now what Mr. Cake is trying to do, and she wasn’t very sure about it at all. “Mr. Cake.. w-we shouldn’t..” She said to him nervously, her ears flopped against her head as her eyes shifted around at the various exits of her room.

He laid his forelegs over her shoulders, laying down on top of the nervous pony, but keeping his weight off her for now. "It's fine, Pinkie," he assured.

The pony in question shrunk a little and whimpered a noise that befit her shy pegasus friend much more than her usual loud perky self. “But... Mr. Cake... isn’t this cheating?” Pinkie asked. She had already figured out what he wanted, and she had to admit that a part of her told her that she wanted it as well. After all, he had taken good care of her, and she does love him dearly... but would this be too much loving? plus she never did anything like this before either! Could this be another way to make a pony happy? Would it be worth the risk?

Carrot Cake sighed, without moving from where he was. "Technically... Yes. But I explained how it was. It's better this way, where I get to have some innocent fun, and when she's back, I'll be even happier to see her." One of the hooves over her shoulder moved down to stroke her side. "And don't you think it'll be fun?"

Pinkie eeped from his touches, blushing brighter as his words rolled around in her head. “I... guess it’ll be... But...” She gulped, trying to make sense of her father figure’s actions. “You... wanted to make foals with me?” Oh Pinkie, how innocent art thee.

"W-what? No, no, I'm not trying to make foals with you." Though she could probably feel him getting harder against her as he denied it. It wasn't his fault that the idea of filling her up with his seed was so damn hot. Even if he did, she probably wouldn't get pregnant... She could even go for medicine the next day.... It should be fine, even if he finished inside.

That confused the pink pony greatly, momentary replacing her nervousness. “But... you want to make love with me, and that’s what ponies do to make foals...”

"It is, yes..." He explained slowly, as if speaking to a filly, which, in fairness... "But it doesn't have to make foals. That only happens sometimes, if the ponies do something in particular." Something he was very tempted to do now.

Curiosity won over nervousness, and Pinkie asked “Like what?” as she tilted her head to the side inquisitively, and looked up at the stallion with wide blue eyes.

Seeing his chance, Mr. Cake used his hoof to try to brush her tail out of the way. "Now's the perfect time to show you." His attempt made the petite little pink pony eep and squeezes a little tighter onto her tail, making him only give that puffy cotton candy tail a brush with his hoof. So very close now... "You don't need to be nervous," he reminded her, still trying to move the tail.

Pinkie turned her head away a little as she blushed up brighter, her blue eyes still looking at him as she chewed her lips nervously. Her legs and tail relaxed a little, allowing him to move it just a little more... still not enough, but it was closer than he’d ever been, now. “I-I don’t think I’m ready yet, Mr. Cake...” Her quivering voice filled with uncertainty.

Mr. Cake only failed to hear the word 'no' in there. The young mare just needed a little push, is all. He pushed her tail aside, more insistently, too tempted when he'd come so far. "Sure you are."

Her hind legs crossed, blocking him access and denying him the view of her priceless treasure as she whimpered a little more insistently as well. “Mr. Cake... I-I don’t think I want to anymore...” She was trembling now. But he’d understand, right? Mr. Cake had always been so nice and understanding, he’d understand this too, right? He was acting so strange and it was kind of scaring her too.

"Why don't we just try and see if you like it?" He asked persistently, prying apart her hindlegs, and hopefully getting a clear view of her marehood.

Pinkie rolled that thought in her head. Well, if she didn’t like it and said no, he’d stop.. right? It was Mr. Cake after all! With that in mind, she relaxed her legs and tail for him. “Okay...” She replied in a small voice as she allowed him to part her legs and brush her puffy tail aside, revealing her sweet-looking virgin treasure. It looked so pink, so beautiful, like the forbidden fruit that it was. Still perfectly closed like a sweet plum. Pinkie blushed brightly as she was finally exposed to him fully, allowing him to feast on her petite form with his eyes. Her own large blue eyes studied him, looking for the stallion that she loved so much to see if he was still there, looking for the kind comforting smiles that he always gave her when she did something wrong, the same patient smile that she got while he was teaching her how to bake all the goodies.

Finally, after so much anticipation, Mr. Cake got to see her exposed. And it was just as perfect as he imagined. One of his hooves rubbed her inner thigh, and the stallion practically salivated over the pink prize in front of him. He glanced up to look at her... and paused. Something in her expression, something about that pleading note... It gave strength to a small voice inside him that'd been too weak those past few days. Pinkie was irresistible, yes it's true. So young, vibrant, cute in every way. But giving into his urges wasn't worth this. He sighed, sitting up a little. "Did you... Think I should slow down?" The question was painful to ask, but Carrot did it anyway.

“Y-yeah.. I think we’re going way fast!” Pinkie replied, with a little more energy in her voice. She was sure that she could still see the Mr. Cake that she loved, and it somehow made it feel all nicer from that. And relaxed out her tense legs. She had been resisting his prying hooves without even realizing it! But now the weight was lifted a little off of her. With certainty that Mr. Cake would never hurt her.

“Okay…” he said, in a much smaller voice. His hooves were placed on her belly in front of him, but it seemed more to cover himself for the moment, than to actually touch her.

The young little pony made a squeak when he placed his hooves on her belly, not unlike that of a rubber ducky. “Are you.. are you okay, Mr. Cake?” She asked. Looking at him with those wide bright blue eyes, the same ones that he always seemed to get when she asked if he was okay, when she was worried about his well-being. No doubt when she was thinking on how she could make him feel better.

"Fine, Pinkie," he answered, though his heart clearly wasn't in it. "Only wondering if this was all a mistake."

“What is?” The pink curious filly asked, scooting herself back so she could sit up facing him. Most of her nervousness seems to have melted away already, leaving behind the same friendly Pinkie that was concerned for somepony who she really cares about.

"I got so focused on what I wanted-" And a part of him still wanted it, even now, "-that I wasn't thinking about what you wanted. I'm sorry."

To Pinkie, Mr. Cake looked like he could really use a hug. So that’s exactly what she was going to give him. Leaning forward closer to him, she threw both of her forelegs over his neck and squeezed. Pressing herself against him as she nuzzled into the stallion in an attempt to cheer him up. “It’s okay, sometimes I wanted something so much that I forgot to think about what other ponies wanted too!”

Carrot accepted the hug, wrapping his forelegs around her in turn. That's Pinkie Pie, being willing to forgive that quickly is only something she could manage. "So... what now?"

“Well, we take it slow, silly! You still want it, right? I wouldn’t miss the chance to help you and Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie giggled cheerfully, bouncing a little in his hug, before calming down. A cute blush creeping up her face a little as she did so “Besides... I guess I kinda wanna try it too? I dunno if it’s wrong or anything, but I know that I care about you loads and loads, Mr. Cake!” She squeezed him a little tighter then when she said that.

"I care about you too, Pinkie Pie," Mr. Cake said back, smiling for the only young mare he knew who could make a stallion feel heartwarmed and horny at the same time. "Where do we start?"

“I dunno! I’m not the one with experiences, am I?” Pinkie nudged him, giving him a knowing wink as she giggled.

"No, you're not," the stallion said with a lidded expression. He gently pressed her back toward a laying-down position, slowly this time. "But I can teach you."

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie chirped, vibrating a little as her nervousness made way for excitement. It’s so different now than how she were just moments ago... her ears perked with attention, that sweet cheerful smile plastered on her face again, that energy that threatens to consume all... And that innocent purity that simply wanted to help and cheer ponies up. This is the Pinkie he knew.

Again, the stallion put a hoof on either one of her thighs and spread them apart, looking for that tail to move out of the way. But even with considerably much more consent than the last time, Pinkie’s tail still has found its way back to where it was, cutely tucked to herself in between her legs. Denying him the sight of her untouched treasure again.

"Pinkie..." He patiently said her name. "Could you move your tail for me?" His hooves rubbed slowly up and down her inner thighs as he spoke..

Pinkie’s blush deepened as she bit her lower lips and turned her face away a little, embarrassed. But her eyes still looked at him, those beautiful half-lidded blue eyes.. “Okie...” her tail began to shift aside as she replies. Slowly, too slow. But with patience, her pretty youthful virgin plum was exposed to him again.

Mr. Cake partly laid down on his belly in front of her. Giving her a hungry look, he said, "What do you think about me starting by eating your pie, Pinkie?"

“That sounds fun!” Pinkie squeaked excitedly, squirming slightly on the bed and giggling. She clearly liked the pun.

Happy to have her enthusiasm, the stallion smiled and looked down at his prize. On display for him, he can just see the inner lips of the young pony's virgin marehood. Carrot Cake could only imagine how good it'd feel, and could hardly believe he wouldn't need to wait long to find out. And it'd probably taste so sweet... Knowing Pinkie, maybe literally.

Without further ado about nothing, he leaned in and gave the length of her slit a long lick from bottom to top. Causing the pink little pony to gasp in and shudder from it. She let out a cute eep, the lick making her fidget and squirm, unable to stay still. “That feels funny!”

Encouraged by her reaction, he followed it up with a few shorter, faster licks, while wrapping his hooves tightly around her thighs. "It feels good too, I hope?"

“Yeah.. It’s a good funny feeling.” Pinkie replied, her hooves pulling and tugging at the bed as her back began to arch a little, her breathing getting heavier as her legs twitch. Her thighs trying to squeeze down around his head as she produces little whimpers.

Mr. Cake would have liked to spread those lips with his hooves and gotten a good look before he dove in, but it seemed like Pinkie has other plans. He kissed and bit at her thighs, causing cute giggles, before moving back to the main attraction. The tip of his tongue barely traced the outline of her opening.

If there's one thing the experienced stallion had learned, it's that she'd appreciate it more if you teased her until she was willing to beg for it.

“Hoookie, It’s getting even better now!” Pinkie said excitedly as her forelegs kept pulling at the bedsheets. She used them to push herself up a little, to watch the stallion whom she cared for so much, licking her most private place. “How do I taste?”

If only more blood were reaching the stallion's brain, he might be able to come up with something better than, "So good." And it was true too, he realized as he continued his teasing licks. The smell, the somehow sweet taste of her juices... Unable to help hold himself back any longer, his tongue moved to her opening and then inside her.

The excitable pink little pony let in a quick, sharp, gasp of air before she squealed out cute quivering noises, wiggling and pulling against the bed as pleasure jolted straight up her spine, making her fur stand on end. Her hind legs kicked the air in response to each of his licks. Her soft, velvet, and obviously very sensitive walls squeezed and clenched tightly as he tasted her pink, healthy inner flesh. Its until-recently-untouched lips winked at him invitingly, pushing her beautiful sensitive pearl out of its hiding place and booping him on the nose.

Mr. Cake had to grin at that, and of course, took it as a hint. When her clit revealed itself, he moved up to give it some attention, licking small circles around it. If his tongue weren't so busy, he'd’ve asked the mare how she liked it, not that he needed to with how the sweet virgin filly was writhing already.

He was suddenly and violently reminded that Pinkie was still a sensitive young virgin when the filly in question cried out in pleasure, loud enough that anyone in the house would have heard without a doubt if they were there. Her back arched and her tail twitched chaotically as she came hard for him. Squirting burst after warm burst of her much-needed natural lube for him, her face turned an entirely new shade of red.

Dutifully, the stallion lapped it up, thankful in the back of his mind that nopony else was home. Hopefully nopony heard from another house though... It's a small town, and somepony might wonder why they were hearing those sort of moans when his wife was away.

... or he could stop worrying for once and focus on the panting, quivering, filly in front of him. "I'd say that means you're ready."

“Nnh.. hnn.. haah… r-ready for what?” Pinkie asked, gasping in air as her hind legs twitched slightly from the lingering pleasure. Her eyes were unfocused and droopy. She needed a quick moment to gather herself and lick up the drool she was having from that. “You’re right, though. This is fun!”

He chuckled softly. "I'm glad you think so." She got that adorable goofy look on her face too, when she was getting eaten out. Now, to hope she enjoyed the next part just as much. To answer her question, the stallion sat up on his haunches, revealing his hardened length and set it on her mound.

Pinkie gasped softly, her blush strengthening in tone and intensity as her eyes were fixed on the large rod before her. It looked so large to the lithe young filly. “Um.. Mr. Cake? I.. I don’t think that’s going to fit in me...” She said nervously, her ears flopping back down against her head as her forelegs tucked to herself instinctively.

"With how wet you are," he answered, rubbing the soft underside of his hoof against her lower lips. "It shouldn't be a problem. But if you're worried there is something that might help..."

The pink young little pony gasped softly and eeped adorably from his rubbing, squirming lightly on her back as she looked up to him nervously. “Nnh.. yeah? Like what?” She asked, wondering just what exactly could help fitting that monster inside her.

"Well, uh..." Mr. Cake sat up a little more, putting a hoof under his erection to hold it up, as he gave Pinkie a hopeful, expectant look. "Giving it a few licks first couldn't hurt."

Pinkie stared at it, biting her lower lips as her ears flopped a little. “I guess... but wouldn’t it be better if you just rubbed it on me for a bit?” She reasoned. Mostly because she didn’t think she could even roll onto her side now from how sensitive she was feeling.

He almost managed to look disappointed for an instant... The alternative suggestion was too amazing for that though. "Yeah, that's fine," Carrot Cake agreed with little hesitation. Moving his hooves to under her, he took a few moments to knead her rump. Enjoying the balance between that youthful tautness and the yielding plump flesh, he set his shaft over her marehood and started to slowly thrust.

Pinkie let out a little noise when she felt his hot, thick shaft setting on her virgin flower. She quivered and trembled lightly as her back arched, the young mare letting out a soft, cute, moan from the stimulation, her tail twitching from side to side wildly under her. “Mmnh.. i-is this good, Mr. Cake?” She asked, wiggling her plot a little in his squeezing hooves.

The stallion suppressed a laugh at the fluffy tail tickling him in sensitive places, and leaned forward to lay atop the smaller pony, putting his hooves on her shoulders. "It's great, don't stop," he exhaled, lining himself up to her hot entrance. He could practically feel the heat coming off of her marehood, and with what little restraint he had left, he simply asked, "Ready?"

The young filly nodded eagerly in reply, and her body tensed up nervously as she kept her eyes fixed on the tip of his large rod. “As ready as I can be, Mr. Cake!” she squeaked encouragingly, not wanting him to know just how nervous she was. After all, she wanted to cheer him up and make him feel good as well as helping his marriage, so it was better if he didn’t know.

Taking a deep breath, he started to push forward, parting her lips and barely fitting the head into her tight virgin pussy. He'd never been with a mare this tight, or with a reaction so sensitive. Already feeling her walls start to grip, Mr. Cake let out an approving sigh, burying his muzzle in Pinkie's neck.

The pink filly closed her legs around him, whimpering into his head as she nuzzled her face into his mane for comfort. It had been quite a task just to spread her pretty little flower apart enough to fit his flat head inside her, stretching her painfully apart to make space for him. He could feel Pinkie’s youthful natural barrier against him, a futile attempt to deny him of any further advances as her tight young muscles squeezed around him.

Simultaneously, his hooves grabbed hers and pinned them above her head, and he thrusted his hips forward, her marehood's youthful resistance doing nothing to stop his cock from slipping in up to the medial ring. Fuck, this was so wrong. Claiming this innocent young mare's virginity, already imagining himself riding her until it was time to fill her with his seed. "Halfway there," he grunted.

Pinkie cried out as she twitched and whined helplessly; her tight velvet walls squeezing and clenching around him like a vice in an attempt to push the invading rod out of her, but it only managed to massage him and make it feel even better. Her back arched up as her legs closed around him tightly, the poor thing gasping for air as she felt the sharp pain shooting up her spine and her lower tummy being filled with a taut fullness. Her beautiful young lips pushed inwards slightly from the push, her torn virginity bleeding lightly around him. “Nnhh.. o-okie.. dokie lokie..!” Pinkie gasped, trying to stay strong for him even though her whole body was trembling and twitching.

"You're... Doing great..." The stallion managed to say between heavy breaths, both from the arousal and the incredible effort of pacing himself for her sake. With another thrust, he forced himself a few more inches inside, nearly finishing on the spot as he could feel the muscular walls massaging him nearly from head to hilt. He would have his entire member inside her, if he weren't nearly out of room and worried about hurting her, even now.

“Nnnh.. m-my tummy feels funny, Mr. C-Cake..” Pinkie complained before letting out another cute eep when his tip bumped against her untouched cervix. Making her squirm and squeeze around him oh so wonderfully, letting him know how it felt to take a (too) young virgin mare.

"You like how it feels?" Before he even got his answer, the stallion began to pull out, only to thrust back inside faster than before, making the poor mare squeak! out as her whole body rocked along with each of his thrusts, the large bulge that had formed on her lower stomach showing them exactly how deep he was inside her.

“Nnh… It... kinda hurts..” She whimpered.

"S-should I stop?" He asked nervously, but lust compelled him to only slow down his thrusting as he waited for an answer. Please, don't ask him to stop... He was so close.

Pinkie widened her eyes and flopped her ears down as she shook her head quickly at the question. “N-no! Please... I want to help!” Her tight passage squeezed around him again then, alarmed. Her legs closed around him in an attempt to keep him there and not leave her.

At least she didn't need to worry about that, because there was no way he was going anywhere right now. Still pumping in and out of her incredible marehood, he asked, "But you want this, right?" She shouldn't just be doing this for him. ...and he also wanted to hear the filly tell him that she enjoyed getting fucked like this.

“A-A little, yeah.. hnnh.. still kinda hurts, but it’s… mhn.. getting better~!” Pinkie said adorably, her forelegs closing around him too now. The young pink filly clinged tightly onto the older stallion as she let out a cry of pained pleasure into his neck, and he could swear that her whole passage rippled as the poor little thing twitched and spasmed, coating his thick length with an extra layer of her silky clear juice.

Carrot Cake was almost shocked when he felt her walls squeeze his stallionhood all at once, again. That was the second time in a few minutes! His wife, much as he loved her, hadn’t been that sensitive in years, he reflected, thrusting in and out of Pinkie for all he was worth. Every time, he had to leave that few inches outside, but it was still the best feeling he’d had since he could remember. If he knew it was going to be this incredible, he would have done this even sooner! Maybe not too much sooner... she was pretty young already… but who is he kidding anyway? She clearly loved it, making all those squeaks and moans, holding onto him for dear life.

If he knew what it would feel like to have nearly every inch of his length drawn into her, caressed and practically massaged, all while she arched her back in ecstasy? He would have mounted her the first time he saw her bent over a table, innocently and teasingly shaking her hindquarters.

Then he felt it, Pinkie’s pounded cervix started to spread a little from one particularly hard thrust, the mare squeaked out loudly in surprise, gasping and twitching from that, but he was rewarded with the incredible warmth coming from her youthful fertile womb. Coaxing him with maddening temptation to go even further, to hilt inside the young mare that he had the pleasure of meeting in his life and housing as his tenant, employee and almost a daughter. To go all the way and cream her pie where it mattered the most.

His heart skipped a beat at the totally new sensation. A second opening, and with that burning warmth, just begging him to go further. A distant part of his mind said that it probably shouldn't be physically possible, but it was Pinkie Pie. ... and besides, it somehow didn't look like she was in pain, as he kept pounding her, reaching into her furthest depths. If it didn't bother her already, there was no reason he couldn’t go even further.

Exhaling a deep moan, the stallion thrusted harder yet, feeling the tightest fit he ever had as the flared head of his penis passed the last barrier between him and her womb. Mr. Cake felt the familiar pressure building up, but held off for the time being. He could last just a few more seconds, long enough to hilt and pull out before he finished inside her. He... still had that much self control, or so he told himself.

Pinkie squeaked out loudly when he thrusted hard and sent himself deeper inside her; more than any mare could dream of. It sent off another spike of pain up her spine and the poor thing curled up against him as her whole body tensed, her entire passage, now including her tight, stretched cervix, squeezed around his meaty rod, Her legs locked around, holding onto him for dear life as she was taken so fully, more so than he ever did his wife.

And with more enthusiasm than he had with his wife, the stallion plunged his thick cock the rest of the way inside, up to the hilt. All of it was too much for him; the unbelievable tightness, the heat, and the sheer taboo of the situation, filling every inch of this filly who was far too young for him. Unsurprisingly, he didn't get the chance to pull out before the pressure hit a climax, and his head flared as he released his seed straight into her womb.

The young mare under him shuddered and trembled heavily as the sudden warmth started to fill her up with explosive power, leaving her whimpering and twitching as she kept squeezing onto him with her legs. Her passage massaged him, instinctively milking him for every last drop of his seed into her fertile womb.

Groaning, the stallion’s remaining energy flowed out of him with his cum, and he laid down fully on top of Pinkie, resting his muzzle in her fluffy mane. Instincts compelled him to keep himself pressed fully up against her, not letting a single drop go to waste, or miss where it was meant to be. It’ll be fine, he thought in his pleasant afterglow.

Pinkie nuzzled into his neck as she panted for air, trembling and cooing, enjoying the afterglow. Her whole body was stinging with taunt fullness, it still kinda hurt, but it also felt really good and really warm too. She thought she liked it.. plus it was with Mr. Cake and he seemed to be very, very happy too! And cheering up her friends is what Pinkie’s here to do...

With her nose still pressed against him, she looked up to him with those bright, beautiful eyes of hers. And in the most innocent way, she asked. “Hnn.. haah.. s-so.. When do you put the condom on?”

“Oh...about that…” Carrot Cake looked down at her nervously, seeing the visible bulge protruding slightly from her pink tummy. It’ll all be fine...after all, what were the chances she’d get pregnant from just this once? After all, he and Cup Cake had to try for months before she got pregnant. Sure, Pinkie was younger... Much younger. Probably much more fertile too...

Slowly, his eyes widened. He had meant to pull out! He was going to stop before then, but it was just too amazing. Her walls held onto him like a vice, his body and mind trapped... And now he might've just impregnated a mare half his age.

Pinkie tilted her head curiously, still expecting his answers. Wearing that cute, innocent look of hers when she was being told something. Her ears perked attentively, still showing signs of so much energy and activity even after such a strenuous activity for the first time!

That blush that decided to stay on her face definitely added to her adorability. It was almost enough to forget that he was balls deep inside a mare so young and cute like her right now, but the bulge on her tummy didn’t lie. Her youthful, fertile womb was definitely filled to the brim with his seeds, and he still kept himself inside to plug it from coming out. He probably should pull out and drain her somehow to make sure that there was a better chance that she wouldn’t get pregnant... but...

... but maybe he didn't want to? It was insane, illegal, and wrong in so many ways... Yet there was something right about it. Even now that the post-orgasm haze was clearing, he still loved being inside this joyful, eternally bright and energetic pony. If it actually happened, it could tear apart his family, his business, and his entire life. Everything he had would be ruined. And it still seemed worth the risk. Maybe she'd go find a unicorn to cast a morning-after spell... Maybe not. For now, Carrot Cake was staying right where he was... until he was ready to fill her again. "That... was incredible," he breathlessly told her, once he sees the confusion in her expression.

Pinkie beams brightly at that, squirming and bouncing a little on the bed, making her tight, velvet walls squeezes and massages him a little more from the little movements she makes. “It sure was! Did you like it?” She asked excitedly, seemingly more concerned about his enjoyment than her own.

Still very sensitive, Mr. Cake drew in a sharp breath at her movements, then exhaled and leaned down to nuzzle her. "I did. ... did you?"

The young mare squealed and giggled cheerfully from his nuzzles, nuzzling back against him as well as she chirped out “Mmhmm! It was a bit scary at first, and kinda hurts, but I think it was very fun and I liked it!”

"Well, I'm glad you liked it," he answered, head still in the clouds. Without pulling out of her, Mr. Cake rolled over and wraped a foreleg around Pinkie, pulling her onto his chest.

The pink little pony eeped and squirmed some more then, giggling happily as she nuzzled her face down into his chest, cuddling into his forelegs closely as she clinged onto him still, relaxing contently on top of him. “This’ll help your marriage too, right Mr. Cake?” She asked hopefully, looking up to him as she rests her chin on his chest.

"As long as she doesn't hear about this, I think things are going to be just fine," the stallion answered, rubbing Pinkie's back, making her fur stand against his rubs.

The pleased mare relaxed further into his forelegs as all the exercise started to catch up on her, she yawned softly, pressing her face against his chest in a nuzzle as she murmured “Mmn.. I’m glad...” before powering down right there on top of him.

Perfectly content, Carrot Cake wrapped his other foreleg around her, and drifted off to sleep, cuddling his favorite tenant. It was always easier to sleep with somepony else there.

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As the last customer of the morning rush trotted out the door, Mr. Cake followed closely behind, almost hopping like the pony who caused his good mood. The door’s lock made a satisfying click as he made sure nopony could get in, and turned the sign around to “CLOSED,” to make sure they wouldn’t try. “Pinkie,” the stallion called toward the kitchen, having seen the mare there last.

He wasn’t disappointed, as the pony he called for poked her head out from the kitchen with a big, bright smile on her face. “Yes~, Mr. Cake?” she replied.

"I, uh…closed down the shop," Mr. Cake answered, gesturing toward the door. Which made Pinkie Pie tilt her head in confusion, flopping down a single ear while perking another.

“But Mr. Cake, it’s not even noon yet!” She pointed out.

He nodded nervously. "Well, I thought since Cup Cake comes home tomorrow, and we shouldn't have many customers between breakfast and lunch…"

“Why’s that?” his tenant asked curiously, unable to think of what would make today any difference. Was there a party going on that she didn’t know about? That’d be impossible!

"…okay, there might be a few. But I'm willing to miss a few customers today. It's going to be our last chance to do what we did last night again.."

“Oh.” Pinkie voiced. “Ooooohhhh..” She continued, a blush starting to creep up along her face a little. “This early in the morning, Mr. Cake?”

"I figured this was the best time, so we didn't lose business," the stallion explained, shifting the hat on his head. "I mean, if you wanted to."

The pink little pony just giggled adorably with a big smile still on her face. “Well, do you want to, Mr. Cakey Wakey?” It was surprisingly rare for her to call him something other than ‘Mr. Cake’, and surprisingly satisfying when she did so.

"…why don't we go upstairs, and I'll answer that." Okay, he was never good at this.

While Pinkie, on the other hoof, suggested, “Why don’t we stay here?”

Carrot Cake's eyes visibly widened. "You mean, right here?"

That was a good question. Was right there a good place? Pinkie’s observant eyes spied those windows that led to the outside. The kitchen definitely would be more private, but she couldn’t imagine there would be anything very comfortable to lay on. It would be pretty risky, and she didn’t want to do anything that might endanger Mr. Cake. “Hmmm.. you’re right! Maaaaybe we should head upstairs.” She concluded with a nod.

"That's fine by me," Mr. Cake quickly agreed, motioning and moving in that direction, with Pinkie following him, bouncing happily along the way while humming one of her songs out and generally being a pink, fuzzy ball of happiness.

Catching the contagious mood, the stallion bumped open the door to his own bedroom, holding it open for Pinkie. Most of the master bedroom was taken up by a full-sized bed. It should have been a lot more comfortable than the smaller one in her bedroom.

“Ooohh, your room’s big, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie squeaked as she trotted in and immediately started to look around everywhere with interest that would rival the authorities’ if they ever caught wind of what he was about to do to her.

Mr. Cake laid down on the bed, chuckling in response. As she moved about the room, he followed her with his eyes, especially when she bent down to look under a dresser. He didn’t see much, or anything at all, thanks to her strategically placed tail. But Pinkie’s antics never got old or annoying regardless, and there was no use trying to stop her until her curiosity was sated.

While he was waiting anyway, the stallion rolled over onto his side, laying down to close his eyes and rest for a minute. Idly, he wondered if he couldn't find something to work as a tail wrap.

Soon, he felt a weight pressing down onto his bed, and looking to see what it was, he could see that Pinkie had propped herself up against his bed, her forelegs pressing into it as she used them to keep her balance, her tail wagging slightly. “So what should we do, Mr. Cake?” asked Pinkie.

Pulling her close, Mr. Cake had to agree. They would have hours for anything else, so he just nuzzled her neck for now. Making her laugh ticklishly, her squeaks and eeps so energetic, so refreshing. He would never get bored of her reaction when he nuzzled into her like that. A chorus of adorable sounds that could melt any stallion’s heart. So of course, he kept doing it.

That, and trailing a hoof down to her flank.

Pinkie wiggled a little against his hooves, still giggling and filling his senses with her cute noises and sweet scent. “Am I helping, Mr. Cake?” she asked hopefully with those large, beautiful, blue eyes of hers.

“You’ve already helped so much,” the stallion murmured into her neck. He hadn't wanted to admit it, even to himself, but Mr. Cake had been in a rut. He wasn't unhappy, not with his business or his wife, or Princesses forbid, his foals. But he had been getting...complacent. If only he had known sooner that he just needed a different kind of rut to get out of it.

“Well, would you be wearing condom this time?” Pinkie Pie asked as she rested back comfortably onto his large bed, laying there pinned and nuzzled against the bed like how he had done so many times with his wife.

Oh, how he’d like to say no. “I...probably should. It would be smart.” Mr. Cake sighed almost inaudibly. There was just too big of a risk otherwise. But just as he was about to get up to fetch one, he felt her forelegs squeeze around him a little tighter.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Mr. Cake! It’ll be fine!” The (still too) young pony chirped, beaming brightly at him with a smile that could cheer up anypony.

Giving evidence to the fact that at least some part of Mr. Cake was being convinced by her reassurance, Pinkie felt something hardening against her, despite the unsure look on the stallion’s face. “Maybe just one more time… You aren’t in heat, right?”

“It’ll be fine!” Pinkie insisted, wiggling under him.

“...Okay, but this is the last time,” he relented after a pause. Just twice couldn’t really hurt, could it? He knew a lot of ponies who had to try for weeks or months to have foals, so really, the chances were incredibly low. His trains of thoughts were broken when he felt the young pony that he had pinned under him started to nuzzle against the side of his neck, snuggling into him affectionately and being so painfully cute and sweet.

“Oh...you want to start?” he sheepishly asked, looking down at her wide, innocent eyes. Mr. Cake moved his hoof slowly down from her full hip to one of her thighs, waiting.

This time, he didn’t have to pry them apart, as Pinkie allowed her hind legs to spread apart easily for him with just the slight pressure of his hoof there, revealing her beautiful little mound. Her tempting lips were still perfectly closed and only the slightest bit of her healthy, pink flesh could be seen. It was the kind of sweet little plum that pornstars would kill to have, and it was completely his to enjoy and ravish as he liked.

Laying behind her on his side, Mr. Cake let one of his hooves slowly trail down there, approaching her vulva without touching it. Before he got there, he intended to tease her a little. The stallion left his hoof on her inner thigh, rubbing the fur there.

Pinkie wiggled a little in his legs, letting out a cute sigh as she nuzzled her head back into him, her forelegs tucked closely to herself. This is nice, it’s really nice. A part of her told her that it was wrong, but a much bigger part of that said that it was oh so very right as well. She felt like she had to say something, and it came out so naturally. “I love you, Mr. Cake...” The young little pony sighed out contently as she relaxed like a pie’s dough in his hooves, massaged expertly.

"I…" The stallion's hoof stopped and his voice faltered. Did he? …how? Like a family member, as sick as that would be at that point… or as something more like his wife?

Hearing him falter, Pinkie Pie looked up to him, her large, bright curious eyes gazing up at him along with her bright smile. He had always been so good to her, making so many things possible, and she could easily say that her life wouldn’t be as fun as it was then if it weren’t for the Cake family. When she told him that she loved him, her words came out so easily, and so naturally. And now, she wondered if it would be the same for him as well.

For a few more tense moments of indecision, he wondered whether he could say it. Instead, he took the easier route with an action, and leaned down to her face to nuzzle her. And that seemed to pleases the pink little pony enough, causing her to giggle sweetly and nuzzle back, squirming her legs under him adorably. She was so energetic and happy.

Using his hoof to lift up her hindleg, Mr. Cake lined himself up to her entrance, then planted a kiss on her muzzle. Hopefully that sufficed without making him stumble over words.

Whether it did or not, Pinkie still threw her forelegs over his shoulders and around his neck, clinging onto him and holding him there with her, giggling from his kisses. “Mnm... I love you, Mr. Cake..” She cooed out again before pressing her soft, luscious lips against his own, her kiss lacked experience, and her tongue play was disappointingly non-existent. But she made up for it with how earnest it felt, and how her kiss was the perfect combination of cute and sexy.

The stallion made a pleased hum of his own, tasting his sweet little tenant for the second time in as many days. All the sounds, the feelings of her small movements at the smallest touch- it was invigorating; making him feel just so alive, and so needed. He needed this so much too, to feel so very in-control of everything, and to enjoy how the lightest of his touches made the young, innocent filly writhe so helplessly under him. There’s something extremely satisfying in knowing that his efforts were having such intense effect on his partner, and the fact that it was so wrong made it so good.

But, Mr. Cake could imagine at least one way to make it better. He shifted to bring the flared head of his cock up against Pinkie's pleasantly-warm slit. Breathless, he finally broke the kiss, leaving a thin trail of saliva between him and the furiously-blushing mare.

“Okie dokie lokie, Mr. Cakey!” Pinkie Pie chirped, giggling from the lovely stretching feelings she was getting again when he started to push, she couldn’t help but to squirm slightly under him, biting her lower lips in an attempt to hold back her cute little squeaky noises all the while blushing furiously. Even with her legs kept spread apart, she was still incredibly tight. Her inner flesh even pinkier and fresher than her coat, everything about it was maddeningly good, her tightness, her soft pleasant warmth, her fresh, young innocence that made her squeeze and clench around his tip so wonderfully, hinting that she might be close even just as he was getting started.

She was so moist, warm and ready for him. It made him feel wanted, and loved. And impossibly lucky to have such a young, eager mare less than half his age writhing and whimpering under him.

With a grin, he rolled to move on top of her, not intending to waste a moment of it. The urge struck him to do something different, and the stallion put a hoof under Pinkie’s side to roll her onto her side, and moved one of her legs to rest up on his shoulder. “This is comfortable, right?” he asked before thrusting any further inside.

“Oooh! This feels different!” Pinkie giggled as she rested her forelegs onto the bed and stretched out to help support this position, keeping her head rested on the pillows.

“Different, good?” Mr. Cake asked between breaths, leveraging his new position to thrust deeply into her slick marehood. Even with the natural lubricants, it took effort to fit into the tight pussy. In one continuous motion, the stallion was nearly halfway to hilting, and had to tightly grip Pinkie's legs as she arched her back and writhed.

The poor filly whimpered and pulled at the bedsheets as her body struggled to accommodate him. The size difference was obvious, and her crotch and stomach bulged out as he pushed deeper into her. She let out cute, squeaky, eeps as her entire body trembled and twitched, her wonderful tightness squeezing and clenching around him excitedly. He could feel how she massaged around his shaft, how she writhed as he forced himself deeper into her, how she let in a sharp gasp when he pressed his flat head against her cervix even though there was still more left to be given to her!

"Pinkie," Mr. Cake grunted, shaking himself as he felt his medial ring press up against her labia while he slowed his thrusts momentarily. "...this is just what I needed." And it was the truth. At first it honestly might have been an excuse, but now… There had been something missing in his life; some spark, some excitement. Carrot Cake loved his wife and family, but why did that have to mean being with her so often that he would inevitably grow bored of her company?

Even thinking about it while he was inside Pinkie, gnawed at his heart. That he might have grown bored of Cup Cake, if this young, pink, mare hadn’t been there to add something new. Just because somepony goes on vacation, doesn't mean he doesn’t love his home. And just because he doesn’t want to eat the same thing for the rest of his life, why did it have to mean that he didn’t love that meal? Variety is the spice of life; that’s what ponies say. And having something else once in a while is the best way to appreciate what you already have.

Sometimes you just want to have pie instead of cake.

Mr. Cake looked down then, at the panting, moaning filly under him, and saw something more than just his best lay in years, or even one of his favorite ponies and close friends. Suddenly leaning down, he wrapped one hoof over the back of her head and kissed her deeply, passionately. Gratefully. “Thank you, Pinkie.”

The filly in question perked her ears and widened her eyes as she was suddenly taken into such a deep and passionate kiss, she wiggled onto her back then, facing him fully and wrapping all of her legs around him. Her forelegs thrown over his shoulders and around his neck and her hindlegs locking at his hip, pulling and tugging at the stallion as she presses herself against him even more, he could feel how her soft coat trembled heavily against his, how her legs squeezed onto him tightly, clinging onto him for dear life, and how she winced in pain when his push stretched her cervix wide apart enough for him to slip through into her deepest depth. Despite the large bulge that pushed even deeper up into her stomach suggesting that maybe a pony should not be taking so much cock at once, Pinkie still let him take her deeper than any mare should, and held him there. With her wondrous tightness squeezing and massaging him marvelously, milking him for his seeds as her fertile warmth baked him, screaming to him for his foal.

Despite the romantic moment, Mr. Cake quickly became aware of a mounting pressure and an imminent problem. “Uh, Pinkie,” he said, his voice growing in concern as he tried to pull away. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Pinkie didn’t seem to heed his concern as she nuzzled affectionately into his neck. She tucked her head down and pressed her face against him some more while her ears flopped down cutely, and there were some tears at the edge of her eyes from the pain and pleasure of being filled so absolutely and rocked to the core. “It’s okay!” she squeaked, gasping in quick, short gasps of air as she squeezed around him, her tightness still unable to get used to being stretched out so much. But at least she could take comfort in knowing that the size difference only served to make it even better for him!

By now he could feel that they’d already passed the point of no return, and even if she let him go, it wouldn’t have been in time. “A-alright,” the stallion gasped out, sighing and sinking down on top of Pinkie as he felt the wonderful release of his cum filling her in spurt after spurt, magnified by the gripping, milking, motion of her walls.

“Nnhm!.. w-warm..” Pinkie squeaked under him, gasping and twitching in blissful pleasure as he spurted directly into her womb, filling her with so much warmth, the bulge on her stomach twitched each time, allowing them to see him filling her up so deeply inside. Her belly began to swell ever so slightly as he creamed her pie. His primal instincts taking hold again, the stallion pushed up against her, to make sure it all went as deep as he could manage. Pushing her plump rump up a little higher to be a little more receptive.

Letting out another blissful sigh, Mr. Cake lightly bit one of Pinkie’s ears, and then laid his head down on the pillow too. It made the young pink little pony under him eep adorably, and he loved her cute, beautiful voices and affections. She really did know how to cheer everypony up. He was definitely feeling great with how she was nuzzling into him while he was balls deep inside her!

This is going to be hard to give up, Carrot Cake thought, lying there on top of Pinkie, feeling her heartbeat through her chest as it pressed against his. Maybe it was the post-coital glow thinking, but...maybe he would have to have a conversation with Cup Cake when she got back.

Pinkie Pie was enjoying the warm fullness and the closeness that Mr. Cake was giving her, as it made her tingly all over and oh so very happy. There was no doubt of her love for him now that he’d filled her with his liquid love for a second time, and he filled so deep too! She could still feel it sloshing inside each time she wiggled! That only made her happily squeeze around him tighter.

At this rate, she was going to be pregnant in no time. There would be no doubt that it was his, and then she was going to be his even more than she was now. Just as Pinkie planned.

Hungry for Some Pie.

by AranyaP

Wanting the Pie.

Thinking about the Pie.

Eating the Pie.

Making another Pie.