Living With Two Extremes
Placing a large suitcase by his side, Diamond Cutter stretched with a crack in his back. “Well, here it is,” he began, “our new home.” The crystal pony gestured to the home, a fairly huge building two storeys high. Turning around to catch a glimpse of Maud, he tilted his head. “You sure you don’t need help with that?” Cutter asked with some concern. Of course he knew of Maud’s unnatural strength despite her well endowed figure, but the fact of the matter was she packed nothing but rocks and her plain clothes. Cutter's an Earth Crystal Pony with a fairly average build, transparent blue coat compared to the more traditional opaque with a white mane and tail, his eyes are a striking yellow.
“No, I’m fine,” Maud replied with her typical monotone voice. “I told the rocks to be light for me.” Upon her back were two literal boulders held on her back by two ropes, she also carried two suitcases, one filled with rocks and pebbles and another with her clothes.
“Riiiiiight…” he mumbled, no matter how many times he sees this, he will never get used to Maud’s habit of talking to rocks and her general mannerisms. “Well, what do you think of the house?” Cutter asked.
Staring up with her half-lidded eyes, Maud scanned the house up and down, tilting her head with a flick of her ear. “I love it, especially since it’s next to my sister’s house and workplace.”
“Well, I took that into consideration too,” Cutter piped in with a smile.
A small smile appeared on Maud’s face as she approached to give her boyfriend a peck on the cheek. “You’re the best.” Without warning her smile disappeared and her eyes widened slightly.
Taking note of this Cutter asked, “Uh, you ok?”
“Pinkie should have been here to greet us by now, she always appears to see me when I come visit, even if I didn’t tell her in advance,” Maud stated, her voice slightly raised in concern as she whipped out her cellphone. “Low battery, Cutter, please charge this and take the baggage inside while I go check on her.” Handing her phone over to him, she pulled off the ropes which sent the two boulders crashing into the ground with a large thud. With a hug and a kiss she was gone.
Cutter stared at the two large boulders in front of him, groaning with frustration.
Pristine and well-kept was what one would describe the local bakery, Sugarcube Corner, the building resembling every young colt or filly’s dream. Inside however, what Maud stood before, may have been comparable to a Black Friday sale gone very, very wrong. Mr. Cake was wiping the walls which were covered in burnt cake, pink frosting and peppermint milkshakes. Grumbling to himself he wiped his brow, the baker’s lanky figure trying to reach the areas near the ceiling to no avail which further irritated him. Mrs. Cake mopped the floor, visibly distressed. Her clothes were covered in splotches of cake batter which littered the floor being topped with sprinkles and ice cream. The counter was in the worst shape of all, completely destroyed, all the glass display cases shattered and the contents splattered everywhere behind the counter like a sugary grenades.
Maud’s nose scrunched up at the horrible smell emanating from the kitchen, while she could not see inside, the burn marks around the door frame gave her too clear a picture of what may have transpired behind the door. “Oh, Maud? Is that you, dear?” Mrs. Cake said with a small smile, taking a break from mopping the floor.
“What happened?” the rock enthusiast asked rather shakily.
“Pinkie Pie happened,” Mr. Cake answered, sitting on a nearby stool.
“I… don’t understand. Why would she destroy her home and workplace she holds so dear?”
“Well, you deserve to know,” the baker’s wife began, “Pinkie came in like usual, her breath was… sweeter than usual, apples I think. The second she walked into the kitchen, everything went all topsy turvy to put it short. I think she may have been drunk.”
“Drunk?” Maud exclaimed in her monotone voice, eyes widened with a hand placed to her mouth. “Why…? She’s never drunk on working hours.”
“I was too busy calling over her friends to hear what she was rambling about…” Mrs. Cake admitted sheepishly, hanging her head. “Dear, what did you hear?”
Resting back in the stool, he took a deep breath and thought back to the moment of the ramblings. He chose his words very carefully. “If I remember, she was upset for being dumped for ‘the most selfish and meanest’ reason. I tried asking, but the rest was just crying and nonsense I can’t understand once she snapped. By the way, we had to evict her and put her on unpaid leave until this place is all cleaned up, sorry. After today I just can’t trust her to sleep in the building until she can prove she can control her more… negative emotions.”
Taking a moment to comprehend this, Maud nodded slowly. “That’s fine, just please tell me where she is now.” This all perplexed her, why would Pinkie Pie, the heart of the town be the victim of a breakup, let alone one so bad she had to drink the sorrows away? Her fists clenched with an audible crack at the thought of the unfortunate soul who dared hurt her dear sister.
“She’s at Twilight’s castle,” Mr. Cake answered quickly. “Sorry to be a fuss, but we really have to be getting back to cleaning, you have a good day!” He waved her goodbye with a smile.
Nodding, Maud spun on her heel and marched out the door with a blazing inferno in her cold stare. She was going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.
At her respective seat at the cutie map, Pinkie Pie sobbed into Rarity’s shoulder who was patting the pink pony’s back while Twilight sat nearby. “There there, darling, I’m sure things will get better!”
Pinkie hiccuped in reply, “Did you ev-even hear what h-h-he said about me?!”
“Why did you get drunk though?” Twilight finally asked, earning a glare from Rarity. “I’m sorry, but we all know how irresponsible that action was, and I’m quite curious. I’d expect this kind of behaviour from Rainbow to some extent, but not you.”
“Nuh-uh! I just had apple juice!” Pinkie shot back. “I was just too…angry to know what I was doing…” She slumped back into the seat.
“Well, that’s one mystery solved. Now we need to figure out where you can live…” Twilight mumbled, conjuring a quill and paper to take a note of different areas. “I’d let you live here for a while, but the guest rooms are already saved for Starlight Glimmer and Trixie. I’m so sorry. Unless they are willing to share a bed my hands are tied...” Her mind wandered.
Spike who had been reading his comic this whole time chimed in with, “Well, Maud and her boyfriend bought a house here in Ponyville-“
“Maud’s here?!” Pinkie screeched, perking up, her previously deflated mane briefly puffing back to its cotton candy curls before deflating once again. “So I got fired…dumped, and I failed to meet my sister and give her a welcome to Ponyville party!” she wailed, tears pouring down her cheeks. “I’m just a big, dumb, failure…!”
“Not another word of that nonsense!” Rarity firmly exclaimed. “There will be time for parties later, but right now we want to help you. You’ve done so much for us, now we want to return the favour,” she added, placing a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder with a reassuring smile. “We will find Maud, and fill her in on the details.”
“Well, first half is already done,” the little dragon pointed a talon to the open doors where Maud approached with determination etched on her face. Taking note of this Spike scooted closer to Twilight and hid behind his comic book. Upon reaching her younger sibling, the rock enthusiast stared down blankly before placing both her hands on her sister’s shoulders and pulling Pinkie in for a long, comforting hug.
“I’m here,” she whispered, her clothing soaked from the tears. “I heard what happened at Sugarcube Corner, you don’t need to be ashamed.” Raising her head from the hug she nodded her head with great appreciation towards Rarity and Twilight. “Thank you for being there for her,” Maud said as Pinkie clung to her still sobbing.
“If you need any more help, please do not hesitate, darling,” Rarity offered.
“I do need one more thing,” Maud began, her eyes visibly narrowing with rage and her brow furrowing. “Who did this?”
Gulping, Twilight joined Spike behind the comic. It’s always the quiet ones that are the scariest when at their breaking point as proven by Fluttershy, what Maud is capable of nopony knew but Pinkie. Last time she looked like this she literally punched a boulder into dust before it crushed Pinkie. Rolling her eyes at this, the fashionista wrote down the name of the stallion and the reason why he apparently dumped Pinkie as to not distress the still sobbing party pony with verbal reminders. After years in the fashion industry, Rarity had accumulated enough experience on how to handle every type of customer and apply it to her daily life.
“Thank you, come on, Pinkie, let’s get you home.”
“Th-Thanks, sis…”
Once both earth ponies had left, Spike whispered from behind the comic, “Is she gone yet…?”
“Yes, you scaredy cats,” chuckled Rarity.
Panting heavily for breath, Cutter stretched until his back cracked. With a sigh of relief he proudly beheld the living room, both boulders placed at both ends of the couch, all rocks Maud had packed in her suitcase arranged by their respective labels on various shelves. And all just before nightfall too. Hopping on to the couch, he picked up the remote to turn on the television. Nothing. Tapping the button repeatedly the crystal pony finally realised why the television was not responding; no batteries. Groaning at this inconvenience he hauled himself off the couch to tap the power button on the television itself before falling back on the soft cushions with a soft thump. Sleepily gazing at the current show which depicted a lanky fellow in purple attire with a fancy pompadour accompanied by three other versions of himself dancing to a catchy tune. Tapping his foot in the air to the beat he felt himself doze off.
“I wonder if Maud’s gonna be late?” he asked himself. Within seconds, Maud burst through the door, startling Cutter into falling off the couch. “Jeeze! You scared me…!” he grumbled, sitting up from the floor. “So how did finding your sister go?”
“I want you to cheer up my sister,” Maud commanded bluntly, helping her boyfriend up. “I have a very important errand to run and I know I can trust you.”
“Uh, sure,” he replied, still shaken from her sudden entry. Tilting his head to be able to see Pinkie, he noticed two things; her flattened mane and her choice of clothing. Modesty apparently wasn’t the pink pony’s forte as she was wearing a golden yellow low cut t-shirt with her cutie mark on the chest, a short lime green frilly skirt and golden yellow hi top sneakers with her cutie mark on the ankles instead of a company logo. He waved to her slowly, Pinkie didn’t respond, instead hanging her head low to cover her face with her mane. Without a word the depressed pony stumbled up the stairs to the guest room. “I’ll… see what I can do.”
Nodding, Maud said, “Just try your best.” Giving Cutter a kiss on the lips she headed for the door, pausing to stare back at him. “When I come back, I will be in a much better mood. If you can cheer up Pinkie I’ll reward you for your troubles, love you.”
“You’d still reward me for trying, like after that thing with Limestone and Marble,” he joked, Maud acknowledging that remark with a roll of her eyes and a smile. “Love you too-wait, better mood? You’re pissed!?” Cutter exclaimed far too late as the door shut. The only light in the room when he was left behind was the gentle glow of the television. Right on cue, faint sobbing could be heard upstairs. “Well, Cutter,” he spoke to himself, “time to work your magic…”
Tapping his chin, Cutter thought carefully of what would usually cheer up someone as hyperactive as Pinkie. From the few times he met her, she did have a sweet tooth. It did beg the question of how she isn’t severely overweight or even diabetic but instead having almost all the fat go to her breasts and rump. She did look quite adorable back then, but now? Just unnerving with the muted colours and flat mane. Heading over to the kitchen he checked the fridge for anything sweet. A jar of pickles, a couple of eggs, hay bacon strips, an apple pie with a note. Bingo.
Welcome to Ponyville! Have a complimentary apple pie, hope to see ya’ll soon. Cook up the pie for at least 20 minutes at 180 degrees.
-Applejack
“I should remind myself to thank her for what this pie is gonna do later…” Cutter spoke aloud to himself.
After placing the pie into the oven, Cutter picked up an egg shaped kitchen timer for twenty minutes. Bending over to make sure the oven light was on and to check if he placed the pie in the right tray he nodded, rather pleased with himself. Taking to the stairs he strode up them in a matter of a few steps, skipping a few in his hurry to the guest room which was the first door to left in a short hallway. The door was ajar, Pinkie either was expecting him or didn’t truly give a shit to close the door. Inside, the pink pony sat on the bed in the dark, her clothes strewn aside. All that she remained in was a half red and half white thong and her favourite peppermint candy cane coloured short socks. Peeking inside, Cutter blushed at the sight of her. Instinctively he hid behind the wall in case she spotted him.
“Don’t bother… I know you’re here,” her glum voice called out to him. “Come in…”
Gulping, he sidestepped into view, obscuring the light behind him in the darkened room. “So uh… I don’t believe we’ve talked much,” he said attempting to break the ice. The room was boiling hot, no doubt the insulation.
“Mm…” Pinkie grunted in response.
“Listen, ah…” Cutter approached, scratching the back of his head. “I’m here to talk, I don’t know what happened honestly. Well, I guess that means I’m here to listen more than talk, ehehe…” he chuckled awkwardly.
“Not gonna help, but thanks for being here,” she sighed, bringing her knees to her chin.
“Well, when you’re ready,” he said, patiently awaiting her response.
“I was with this guy for a few years, two I think? Whatever. I thought we had so much in common, but he started getting more distant and short-tempered… and he told me why on the day we broke up… h-h-he s-s-said…” Pinkie paused, her eyes welling up with tears, before breaking out into a loud wail, “HE SAID HE ONLY WANTED ME FOR MY BODY!”
Taken aback by her sudden outburst, Cutter stared on as she bawled her eyes out, wetting the sheets with her tears. “Y-You did it with that guy?”
Sniffing and wiping away the tears with her forearm, Pinkie nodded. “M-Mhm…”
Cutter approached further, until he was sitting on the bed next to her. Wordlessly he opened his arms to give the pink party pony a shoulder to cry on, which she immediately took it, nearly tackling him off the bed. “You just gotta…well… it’s not easy to say but it’s best to just move on and look ahead for more surprises in life,” Cutter patted her back, trying not to blush at the fact his girlfriend’s sister was up against him without her shirt.
“How do you two do it…?” Pinkie mumbled as her cheek pressed against Cutter’s shoulder.
“Wha-…?”
“How do you two be so happy together for this long?” she began, pulling back slightly to stare him in the eyes for the truth. “You two barely argue, you’re both on the same page of everything, you both balance love and lust perfectly, you two even were open enough to fuck Limestone and Marble silly and still trust each other so much! I just…don’t understand!”
She was on the verge of crying again, taking a deep breath Cutter placed a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder. “No relationship is perfect, Maud and I obviously have our ups and downs. Before I even met her I was still getting over a bad breakup myself, it was by some miracle I met her at that rock museum. To put how Maud would say it, ‘you have to shovel through enough gravel to find that perfect stone.’ I swear, even her and I have arguments, we even had a short argument on where to live before compromising. She wanted to live near you, and I wanted a place with two floors and an attic. You simply had the wrong relationship, I’m sure something great will crop up.”
“Yeah…” Pinkie giggled slightly, her muted colours brightening up slightly. “Thank you, for being the bested guy for my sister in Equestria and taking the time to listen to me, I feel a little bit-” Pausing, she sniffed the air. “Is that pie?” She sniffed again, taking in the aroma and wrinkling her nose in response to analyse the possible flavours and temperature of the pie. Within a blink of an eye her mane and tail inflated back to their adorable curly glory with an invisible party whistle blaring. “Ohmygosh is that apple pie?! You’re even MORE super duper better than I thought!”
“Uh, buh-uh…” Cutter stared, his jaw practically hitting the floor with his pupils shrunken to mere dots at her sudden transformation. All this time he thought the previous flat mane and tail were a fashion statement, not connected to her emotions. “Y-Yes,” he replied after shaking his head to snap himself out of it. “It-It should be ready in about…” he stopped to check his phone from his back pocket. “…six minutes. Before we go down I just wanna let you know, if you wanna live here indefinitely, I won’t mind.”
The pink pony nodded with a wide grin. “I can help pay for the bills when-ooooooooooooooh…” she inhaled sharply through her teeth, scratching her mane. “I gotta go apologise to my bosses.”
“There will be time for that tomorrow, in the meantime, pie?”
“Pie?”
“Pie.”
“Pie.”
Both paused at their agreement, Pinkie being the first to snort out a giggle as Cutter himself joined in with a suppressed chuckle. Still naked she skipped out the door weightlessly, her breasts bouncing. She really was a shameless person when happy, even more so when single. She is certainly a scientific oddity, but it does add to her charm. He followed her downstairs just in time to see her slide down the bannister.
Pinkie had sat herself down at the table, patiently waiting for both the pie and Cutter to take his seat. Once the crystal pony had taken his seat she leant in with a grin. “You got any favourite songs?” she asked as an icebreaker.
“Not sure, do you?”
She nodded, pulling out her pink phone from her hair as if it were a storage space. Smirking, Cutter pulled out his phone and tapped in the first song that came to mind.
Both phones were held against each other like a shootout at noon, both staring in their respective eyes with a fiery determination. Cutter raised his thumb to tap the screen, as did Pinkie. Time slowed down as both thumbs tapped the screen, resuming as a sweet jingle synched perfectly. Pinkie’s eyes lit up, comical sparkles and all. “Oh my gosh you like that song too!? I listened to it as work all the time, like all the time it! I love it love it love it love it!”
“What beast have I awoken…?” Cutter mumbled to himself.
“A cuddle beast, silly!” she giggled, bouncing to hug him with a tackle over the table. To spare her feelings, he embraced the hug, it did feel rather nice, breasts in his face aside. His eyes shifted to the doorway, Maud had been standing there for Celestia knows how long, she has a bruised knuckle upon closer inspection of her left hand, the deed had been done. “Oh hi, sis!” Pinkie waved from the hug.
Cutter was at a loss for words of how to explain this predicament, only incomprehensible gibberish. He’s seen enough rom-coms to know what would happen next, he began to sweat bullets. “Hi, Pinkie, it’s great to see you all better,” Maud smiled slightly, her gaze shifting to Cutter. “Thank you.”
Only then after the awkwardness of the situation had passed, Cutter realised he couldn’t breathe from Pinkie’s vice-like hug and her breasts squishing against his face. “C-Can’t breathe…!” His voice was heavily muffled as he struggled.
“You might want to let my boyfriend live,” the rock enthusiast joked in her monotone voice, smiling softly at the scene.
“Hm?” Pinkie stared down. “OH SWEET CELESTIA! I’m so sorry!” She released her grip, slinking back into her seat while Cutter took long, heavy breaths with a few coughs.
“Why are you naked?” Maud asked, taking a seat at the table.
“The guest room was too hot…” Pinkie admitted, pressing her fingers together sheepishly.
“Oh?”
“Mm, this house is warm, must be the insulation,” Cutter added. A loud ding came from the kitchen timer. “Pie’s done!” Grabbing an oven mitten he turned the dial to deactivate the oven, bending over he pulled out a smoking hot pie. Turning around he saw that Pinkie had suddenly dressed, nothing modest as it may as well be her shirtless; a red and white striped low cut tube top. Cutter stood stunned for a moment, less at the unreal amount of cleavage and underboob, but where she may have gotten it in the time it took for him to just get the pie out the oven. “How?” he simply asked.
“My secret,” she responded with a wink and her tongue sticking out.
Shaking his head, Cutter placed the pie down in the middle of the table. “Whoever that jerk was is missing out big time.”
“I made sure of that,” Maud added, rubbing her knuckle.
“You charmer!” Pinkie giggled. “Pie time!”
“What did you do to him exactly?” the crystal pony asked, cutting a piece for Pinkie who gobbled the whole piece down before the plate touched the table. He gave an unamused flat browed stare at her, she flashed a wide grin as her cheeks were puffed out from the pie before swallowing it.
“I kicked him in the balls and punched his nose in front of his friends. Wasn’t much to kick down there,” Maud said as she chewed on her slice of the pie. “My arm feels a little sore though.” She brought up her punching arm and clenched the fist, her bicep bulking slightly.
One hour earlier…
“What was that?” Maud asked with a mocking tone underlying her monotone voice, grinding her heel into the groin of a Pegasus howling in pain. “I can’t hear you, tell me what kind of scum you are.”
“I-I won’t say it!” he spat. “Fuckin’ bitch! You and your sister are psychos!”
“Wrong answer.” Rolling her shoulder she reared back, flexed her arm and lunged her fist towards her victim’s face who squealed in pure terror.
“I think I may have overdone it.”
“How about a massage before bed?” Cutter offered.
“That would be nice,” Maud replied.
Next morning…
The alarm on the bedside table blared loudly, disturbing Cutter’s sleep. Of course today was the day he had to organise the delivery for his sculptures to his customers, but it didn’t make it any easier to make it out of bed. Groaning, he turned over to be met with Pinkie’s face right in front of his, muzzles nearly touching. “Hiya!”
His scream shook the house, sending a few sleeping birds on the roof fleeing in a panic.
“Why are you in the bed!? How are you in the bed?!” he screamed, covering up his bare lower half.
Maud sat up silently, turning to Cutter. “I let her in.”
“Wha-…why? You do know we sleep in the nude?”
“I know,” Maud replied. “Don’t bother hiding it, like Limestone and Marble she has seen your dick.”
With a grumble he dropped the duvet to rub his eyes. After that experience with Limestone and Marble, he was asked to give them a good time once they saw his dick, and considering his predicament, this may as well be another case. “Let me guess-"
“Yes,” his girlfriend answered, knowing full well what he was about to ask; if this situation was going to end like his visit to Rockville a year ago. “But a little more permanent.”
“I can’t believe this… for Celestia’s sake she just got over a breakup that probably happened not long ago.”
“Actually, it happened a whiiiiiile ago,” Pinkie piped in to clarify. “I really just held my tongue and let it bottle and fester. Sort of like how you throw those little mints into a bottle of soda then lock it in a steel trap shaped like the bottle until it blows up.”
“That’s not healthy,” Cutter warned.
“Yeah, we should work on that,” Maud added, before turning back to Cutter. “Cutter, please, you’re the only one I can ever trust to be near Pinkie that way anymore. I did say I would reward you for cheering my sister up.”
“My reward is dating two women?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Two sisters, dating the same guy?”
“Yes,” she replied again.
“With intimacies included?”
“Yes,” she replied again, still maintaining her patient blank expression.
“Even fe-“
“Yes!” Pinkie replied for Maud. “We have lots of those to keep stuff fresh!”
Normally, if Cutter had still been in his late teens he would have found this similar to going to heaven and meeting Fausticorn. This however seemed to happen too fast, and he was still trying to wake up after that early alarm. He gets up to know that Pinkie has already seen his genitals, probably did Luna knows what to them while he was asleep, and above all else; he now finds out he’s been offered to be in a monogamous relationship with them.
While in pony culture it isn’t seen as too odd to have more than one partner so long as it has all three ponies consenting, it is extremely rare and fell out of the norm. If he accepted he wouldn’t get any form of stink eye from the local populace, but it would make him a target for scandal for dating Pinkie Pie, especially after what Maud did to her ex in a public area. Not to mention the fact it may be seen as semi-incestuous, if that was even a word.
With a sigh the crystal pony rubbed his eyes and dragged his hand down his face. “Can I have a think about it while I’m working?”
“Sure.”
“Okie dokie lokie!”
He stood out of bed, stretching as his shimmering body glowed slightly brighter now that he was awake. “I’ll be back in…” Cutter stopped to stare at the clock. “…one to three hours, depending on how quickly the delivery ponies arrive at the post office to haul away the sculptures.”
“You want breakfast first?” Maud offered.
“Nah, I can just buy an apple on the way,” Cutter replied, pulling his trousers up as Pinkie laid back on the bed where he was.
Fully dressed and gone, Maud was left alone with her sister, on the same bed. She saw nothing awkward about this, their home in Rockville was quite compact so the sisters had to share beds to conserve space. What was awkward however, was when Limestone and Marble got experimental due to Igneous’ strict rules on bringing stallions home. It must have rubbed off on the other two sisters, because despite being naked, and Pinkie being in her skimpiest home clothes they held hands.
Pinkie was the first to speak. “You think he’ll say yes?”
“I know he will,” Maud replied. “If he accepted my offer with Marble and Limestone, this will be easy for him.”
“You’re so lucky,” the pink pony pouted.
Shaking her head, Maud pulled her sister in for a hug. “We’ll be lucky.”
Settling into the hug, Pinkie grinned. They paused for a second. “Your boobs are squishing against mine,” she giggled.
“Mm, you did grow more than me, my ass is bigger though.”
“Nuh-uh! We’re the same size down there!”
“Touch it,” Maud goaded in her monotone voice, to Pinkie her voice was taunting like a dare.
“I’d rather wait for Cutter’s answer first…” Pinkie replied.
“Good answer.” The rock enthusiast smiled, turning over on the bed to stand. “I’m going to make breakfast, want anything?”
“SUGAR BURST CEREAL!” Pinkie exclaimed with childish giddiness.
Shaking her head with a roll of her turquoise eyes, Maud headed off to the kitchen still nude. She missed this, being the most mentally mature sister left her with a lot of responsibility which she didn’t mind too much, it in fact helped her connect with her sisters as they did chores together. The fridge had milk, but no cereal in the cupboards, made sense, they did just move in yesterday so things still needed time to fill out and settle. “I need to go to the store and get some groceries, anything else you need?” Maud called out to her sister, walking back up the stairs to put on her clothes.
“Not really, thanks though!” she called back in reply. Maud opened the door to see Pinkie under the covers of the bed laying on her belly. “If Cutter gets back, I’ll give ya a text!” Pinkie pulled out her phone from her mane, placing it on the bedside table.
“Alright, also, keep it down for the neighbours while you’re ‘busy’.” Maud gave a knowing wink to Pinkie, pulling her boots up.
“Okie dokie lokie!”
Cutter sighed, standing at the delivery Pegasus airfield with three large crates marked ‘fragile’ and ‘this way up’. Knowing how often he got the least competent delivery ponies he double checked to make sure his sculptures were foam packed and bubble wrapped. It costed a little more, but it at least kept his customers happy and paid the bills, among other things.
The airfield was the same as a typical airport, only the runways were shorter and thinner. While he was not a Pegasus, he understood how some packages needed a hell of a running start to get off the ground. A grey wall-eyed Pegasus approached him with a cheerful smile, she held out her hand while saluting with the other. “Ditzy Doo reporting for duty!”
He returned the handshake with the same salute, at least he got someone competent. While she may not look like it, Ditzy “Derpy Hooves” Doo was the best Ponyville had to offer. Only a 10% margin of error compared to some of the rest. “Well, here are the packages for delivery,” Cutter explained, checking the tag. “All to be sent to a Mr. Fancy Pants in Canterlot. Now, I cannot stress this further; these while tough are still just crystals and should be handled with care while in transit and during unboxing.”
The Pegasus nodded, saluting once again as Cutter paid her upfront for the delivery with an extra tip of ten Bits.
Once all was said and done, he headed home through the market. With the delivery out of the way his mind was clearer to think about Maud’s rather straightforward offer. It was flattering to know Maud trusted him this much to hold a relationship like that, it was still awkward considering the events Pinkie has gone through. What would her friends think of him? Would they think of him as some random jerk trying to just fuck her? Whatever the consequence, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make his girlfriend even happier with the added bonus of making Pinkie happy. Nodding to himself, Cutter sprinted through the crowd of ponies doing their shopping while shooting a text to Maud and Pinkie.
I’ve made up my mind, the answer is yes. -Cutter
Within the moment he sent it, two replies came up, of course he knew who sent them without needing to see the names… until he looked a little closer.
Alright :) -P1nk P4rty
You’re the best! <33 -Rock Lover
The Pie family never ceases to amaze him…
As he approached the home, he skidded to a halt and paused to look over his shoulder. For some reason he couldn’t help feeling paranoid Pinkie’s ex could be stalking him, Cutter was the only Crystal Pony in the town after all and he is known to be dating Maud by a majority of the community due to her connection with Pinkie - an element of Harmony - as a sister. For all he knows he could be a sitting duck. Shrugging it off, he opened the door and entered. The room was just as he had left it, but Maud’s shoes by the door were gone showing she was still out shopping.
Pinkie meanwhile upstairs in the guest room was tinkering with her trademark Party Cannon. She had changed into her yoga/workout clothing to do her daily routine previously. Her ear flicked in response to the door closing, a sly smirk growing on her face. Thankfully she knew just what to do, considering the cannon modifications to fit a whole pony in there for party purposes. She quickly scanned through her phone, a long line of text messages between her and Maud, most of them about how she and Cutter held a relationship so long. Tapping delete to cover her tracks, Pinkie raised the cannon so it faced upwards. With a leap she bounced off the bed, performing a graceful dive into the cannon. It comically bulged from her chest size, her hips getting stuck at the mouth of the cannon leaving with her legs dangling in a split. Inside, she rubbed her hands together. This was practically foolproof. Well, while she was down there she may as well tinker around inside. Pinkie tapped around until finding a small chain and pulling it, lighting up the inside of the space-defying cannon full of party equipment. Mostly confetti and streamers.
“Hey,” Cutter began, opening the door. “I see you got my text, was thinking we could order us some takeout for dinn-“ he paused, staring for a minute to take it all in. Pinkie in her tightest yoga shorts halfway inside her own cannon seemingly stuck, her curly tail swishing side to side as if she was excited.
“Oh, hi!” Pinkie called out from inside. “I seem to have gotten stuck, can you…help me?” she said, barely hiding her giddiness.
She wasn’t a good actor, but she was trying he’ll give her that. “Define, ‘help’,” Cutter teased, approaching.
“By helping me get out, but I don’t see any butter or lube in the house, so I guess ya gotta try and fuck me silly until I slide out from my sweat!”
Taken aback by her sudden tone shift, he stared at her rump, which was eye level to him due to the new size of the cannon. While it was smaller than Maud’s, it still was pretty damn close and still looked amazing, especially with the shorts hugging her figure amazingly well. “Will be a while before Maud gets home, you think she’ll appreciate us starting without her?”
“Uh-uh, she’s cool with it, she even gave me the idea. Oh and don’t worry about tearing a hole in my shorts, I got replacements! Giddyup!” Pinkie attempted to shake her ass at him.
This got the crystal stallion thinking; just how different was Pinkie from Maud? He lowered the cannon until her legs were on the ground her ass facing him, all the while Pinkie was giggling like a schoolgirl. Cutter then removed one of her leg warmers, using the other to wrap around both her legs and adding the other to her thighs to prevent her from moving.
“Ooh-hooh, kinky…” she teased, attempting to move her legs to avail.
Cutter knelt down, her legs between him and his bulging erection in his pants resting on her asscheeks. Unzipping his pants and unleashing the crystalline beast inside, it sprung out and poked her asshole dead-on. Inside, Pinkie’s eyes widened at the thought of that monster going inside, the uncertainty with the element of bondage turned her on even more.
She licked her lips in anticipation for his next move. “So that’s Maud’s special ‘rock’?”
“You bet,” he replied, prodding his cock onto her asshole behind her yoga shorts. “No thong on this time, huh? I’ve never done it like this before, but it’ll be interesting.” Cutter pushed harder until his tip was inside with a wet squelch from the wet mark her anticipating ass made on her shorts. He attempted to push deeper, stretching the shorts inside her once he was a quarter of the way in. She wasn’t tight as Maud either, but perhaps she may be doing it intentionally before-…
“Gotcha!” Her ass tightened like an airlock around Cutter’s cock. He instinctively groaned, gripping her hips from both pleasure and pain.
Panting, he shot back with, “I think you don’t know the kind of stuff Maud and I have done together, this is child’s play.” With that Cutter forced his entire length inside, finally tearing a hole into the shorts which spread to the pink pony’s asscheeks like a fabric fault line.
Pinkie’s eyes widened and her pupils dilated, she screamed out in pleasure. “O-Oh gooosh!” she moaned, he felt bigger than he looked.
“Didn’t expect me to feel that big huh?” Cutter taunted. “That’s what ya get for trying to lock my dick in your ass, I’ve had my cock locked up tighter!”
“I-I don’t doubt i-i-it!” she responded, her voice shaking.
Cutter began to thrust, Pinkie attempting to wriggle out the cannon yet every pump inside her pushed her right back where she was. He wasn’t bluffing either, she was trying to hold him still with all the might her ass could muster only for him to strike her in all the right spots. Each thrust was deliberate and on target. Little did she know this was built on years of…trial and error. Cutter smacked her pink ass, it felt soft even with the impact, Pinkie let out a yelp from inside, her toes curling instinctively. For the first time in so long she felt utterly at someone else’s mercy, in a good way, and she will enjoy it until the last drop of his seed was inside her.
“Nghhh! Harder, pleaaaaase~!” Pinkie begged. “Tear me in tw-AAAH~!” Cutter sped up, his balls smacking against her. His natural crystal pony light blazed, lighting up the room, his face was etched with determination to finish what had been started with all his might. Her begging began to devolve into incoherent mumbling from her tongue lapping out and her eyes rolling up into her head.
This must be what heaven feels like…
“Here I come!” Cutter grunted, slamming his whole length in with all his weight and might behind it. “Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed with confidence. Thick ropes of his seed poured into the pink party pony’s asshole. Sighing with relief, he slid out, observing Pinkie’s gaped ass twitch as cum spurted out. Meanwhile with Pinkie, her orgasm had her hallucinating wedding bells, angels chorusing and the embrace of a perfect cloud.
“G-G-Guh… huu… annnhhh luuhhv yooh~…” Pinkie babbled, attempting to say, “I love you.”
“Love you too,” he replied with a smile, patting her ass. “Need help getting out?”
“Nh…y-yeah.”
“Before I do, I’m curious… are you as ticklish as Maud?”
“N-No!”
She was so bad at lying. With a sinister chuckle, Cutter turned around and positioned his cock to slide back in when he knelt back down, she yelped in response as she struggled to escape. After settling down in this new position, he looked up to be met with Maud’s face, her bent down to look him in the eye. “Hi.”
A scream died in his throat as all colour drained from his face, he unleashed another torrent of his cum inside Pinkie, causing her to moan. “H-Hello,” he replied.
Maud stared down to his cock inside her sister’s cum-stuffed ass, then back to his eyes. “You trying to tickle my sister while fucking her?”
“…Yes.” It was no use trying to lie anyway, he was positioned for it anyway.
“Neat, can I join?” the rock enthusiast asked, standing to her full height to pull off her dress. “Watching you two made me horny.”
How long has she been standing there?!
Taken aback by her sudden interest, he nodded. Well, threesomes were to be expected with two girlfriends.
“Hiya, Maud!” Pinkie called out.
Without a word and getting on her knees, Maud circled a finger on Pinkie’s foot, using her other hand to hold Cutter’s chin as she delivered a deep kiss. Pinkie struggled, giggling. They shared the kiss as Maud trailed her finger in circles, feeling Pinkie struggle to move her feet away to no avail from Cutter’s weight. “Sto-Sto-hohohohoooop!” she cackled.
“No.”
“Mmnah.”
Pinkie pouted. “Meanies!”
“Oh? Well in that case.” Maud’s lips curled up into a smirk, she didn’t hold back as she began tickling Pinkie with both hands. Cutter observed in awe at how she struck every right spot to make the pink pony laugh, seeing this as an opportunity, he slid out and turned back around to his original position and slid in once again. Her pink ass was so enticing, the way it bounced from the giggling and attempts to flee. Using the cannon as a grip he went back to thrusting with all his might.
“AHHH!~” Pinkie squealed. “I’ll get you for this, sis—NYAHAH!”
“I look forward to it,” the elder sister commented as Cutter pumped Pinkie full of cum. Seeing that he was done she stood up let him slide out and get up too. “So, how was her ass?”
“Soft as a pillow,” he panted in reply. “Need help getting out, Pinkie?”
“N-Nope… thanks though!~” With that the cannon stood upright, Pinkie sinking into it. Cutter blinked for a few seconds to comprehend what had just happened, until it pointed at Maud with a pair of blue eyes staring from inside. “C’mere!” she exclaimed, shooting herself out with the leg warmers removed and somehow wearing a pink strap-on. Before Maud could get out the way she was caught in a swirling pink tornado, Cutter observing in sheer confusion and fear. Once the storm had settled, Maud had been dressed in a full Playpony bunny suit, from the high heels to the bunny ear hairband on her head. “Ta-da!” Pinkie used jazz hands proudly for her little trick.
“It looks nice,” Maud commented, adjusting the ears, “But how am I going to have sex in this?”
“Oh shoot! Wrong costume! Guess I’ll have to go around again,” Pinkie sighed, getting into a comical ‘exit stage’ stance before the pink tornado swirled up again. As this went on, Cutter strode over to the bed, never breaking eye contact with the pink tornado and sat down.
“I think my dick is gonna be sore all week,” he mumbled to himself.
Once the dust had settled once again, Pinkie stood there in the bunny suit with her pink strap-on poking out. Cutter’s eyes nearly bulged out his head when he saw Maud. She was wearing something that she had used to wear in her teenage years; a black hair clip with a rock adorning it, a dark green short skirt, and a simple white tank top. He doesn’t know why, but the sight of her breasts being barely contained within her clothing drives Cutter wild.
Maud was blushing, gripping at the skirt with an embarrassed look on her face. “I… used to wear these on summers when I did part-time jobs in Rockville. Do you like it?” She stared up at Cutter with glistening eyes, he didn’t say anything but stare with his jaw hanging. “You don’t like it, I understand-“
Snapping out of his daze, the crystal stallion shook his head and raised his hands. “No, no, no!” he said, approaching after heaving himself from the bed. “You look, amazing.”
“You really think so?” Maud smiled slightly.
“I know so.”
They both approached each other, staring into their respective eyes with passion. Pinkie butted in screeching, “Let’s get this party started!”
With a glint in his eye, Cutter pulled Maud onto the bed on top of him, he pulled her closer for a deep kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss happily, feeling his erect cock’s shaft rubbing up against her wet slit. “You know, that hair clip looks good on you. And Pinkie, loving how you rock the bow tie with that bunny suit.”
“Thanks!” Pinkie replied with a wink, kneeling onto the bed behind her sister.
“You think so?” Maud asked while brushing her fringe to the side slightly, her eyes shifting in the direction of the clip. “You know,” she chuckled, “I think I’ll wear it more, if it’ll make you both hap- UH~!” the rock enthusiast gasped sharply, Pinkie and Cutter had both simultaneously rammed in her ass and wet pussy. “You really can’t wait?” Maud pouted, her boyfriend blushed at the sight, she was just too adorable.
“Nope, sis!”
“Nope, babe.”
Gripping her hips, Cutter pushed his hips upward to thrust while Pinkie pumped away in the back. Maud clung to his shoulders. “Mnnhh…” she moaned quietly. No matter how often she feels Cutter inside her, it always excites her to no end, now with her own sister in the back she was in complete ecstasy. Maud’s lips quivered, her face slowly breaking from its usual bored expression, her eyes slowly widening. “H-Harder…” she begged, “Ha-Aaaah!~” Her face broke out into what one would describe as pleasure personified; eyes wide and rolling up, mouth agape with tongue rolling out.
Cutter stared up at her, enjoying the look on her face. “Haven’t seen you do that face in a while,” he quipped, pounding his hips upwards against her. “I wonder how we can make you orgasm…!” Grunting, he picked up the pace, Pinkie followed shortly to keep up.
“H-Hey Cutter?” Pinkie asked, leaning forward until her breasts were resting on Maud’s back. “After this Maud’ll be out cold, I kinda wanna do some… ‘experimentation’ with ya. That super cool with you two?”
Maud simply nodded in response, moaning loudly.
“S-ngh…Sure!” the crystal stallion replied. “What did you have in mind?”
“Mmm… I kind of have a fetish for… getting trapped in places~,” she teased.
“Well that explains the cannon… so you must be a bit of a bondage freak?”
“Yuppers!” Pinkie giggled, slapping her sister’s ass.
“Naah…!” Maud moaned in reply, reaching her breaking point of orgasm. Cutter could tell when she was close, every time she hyperventilated through her moans it was like a red flag to prepare for the flood. “Hahhhnnn!~” she screamed out, climaxing as Cutter unloaded his seed inside her womb.
“Oooohohoh yeah!” Cutter groaned out, panting heavily as Maud slumped over on top of him, passed out. “Well, this is a first, usually it’s me getting knocked out.”
“Because it would be rude to fall asleep before you’re done with me, you big silly!~” the pink pony chimed in while sliding out of her sister’s asshole. “My ass needs attention too y’know!”
“Ngh… true.” Gently laying Maud down next to him the crystal pony sat up, stroking his cock to keep it erect. “So what did you have in mind for experimentation?”
“I’m glad you asked, I’ve had this idea going on in the back of my mind for, like, ever. I’msohappyIcangettodoitwithyouthankyousomuch!~”
Cutter blinked, holing up a finger. “First things first, if we do get experimental what else do you enjoy out of it?”
Tapping her chin, Pinkie pulled out a list from her mane and handed it over. Of course, Cutter gave her a quizzical look as he read through it. It was written in pink - of course - with multiple heart shaped balloon doodled at the corners.
Pet play
Being dominated
Seeing how deep it’ll go
Getting tickled (but ya know that already~)
Sweet Fausticorn…
“So you’re into that, you’re a- uhm…?”
“Mhm, go on, say it!” she teased, winking at him.
“-A sexual masochist,” he finished.
Nodding, Pinkie approached and got down on her knees in front of his crotch. “I wanna have a taste…~” Opening her mouth, she engorged Cutter’s cock and pushed her head down until he was down her throat and his tip poking through into her stomach. Not bothering to fight it, Cutter allowed her to enjoy the taste of his crystal cock and cum. “Grk!” she grunted, pulling back with a kiss on the tip. “Mwah~!”
“Was it good?” he asked, staring down at her with a smirk.
Pinkie simply nodded.
“By the way, how do you plan to make that list happen when we don’t own any toys or any bondage gear? This whole thing is so out of nowhere…” This truly was outlandish; two entirely different outward personalities contrasting in the same relationship. Without a doubt this would be a challenge to handle.
“In my party cannon, we can use it in the guest room,” she said all the while pointing at her party cannon with a thumb.
“…Oh.”
“Welp! See ya there, I’ll let you know when it’s ready!~” she gave Cutter’s cock a long lick as she stood, bounding like a rubber ball straight into the cannon head-first up until her hips where she ended up stuck like before.
“Need help?” he asked, concerned.
“Nope, I totally got this!” the pink pony called out from inside, it began to roll seemingly by itself out the room as Cutter stared on dumbfounded.
He looked over to Maud, who was fast asleep with a small satisfied smile on her face. “One heck of a family you got, makes me even happier that I met you.”
“Cutty!~” Pinkie called out from the other room. Apparently she’s now giving his name the cutesy treatment now. “It’s all set up!”
“That quickly?” he called out in reply.
“My cannon can set up a whole party in one shot, this is nothin’!”
Heaving himself up, Cutter strolled over to the guest room.
Hm, this’ll be interesting I wonder how different the room is gonna-oh sweet Celestia…
The room had been completely changed, the lights a dimmer red shade, the bed the same but with four cuffs on each bed pole. One side of the room had a rack lined up with all kinds of fetish clothing such as a leather mummy suit with a shelf containing all manners of toys. One peculiar one though was a simple stool with a long metal pole about as long as his cock sticking out of the middle, though wider, he could swear the stool seat itself had a lever for some reason.
Pinkie was completely naked, wearing a red collar. “Like it?” she asked, sticking her tongue out.
Nodding slowly, Cutter entered, closing the door behind him. “Don’t want me to be gentle?”
“Nope!”
“Safe word?” Even if she was going to push her body to the limit, a safe word is always needed.
“I can handle it, no safe word!~”
Well, that was unexpected.
“If you’re sure,” he warned. Walking over to the rack, he picked out the leather mummy suit, it looked like a full body straitjacket with holes already cut out for the ass, breasts and feet. It also came with a blindfold and a dildo gag. The legs had a series of belts to adjust the level of movement allowed. He stared over to her with a sly smirk, getting a devious idea.
Within a span of a few minutes she was fully dressed, the blindfold already on. She giggled with excitement before having the dildo gag placed in her mouth. “Mm!” She wriggled around in an attempt to break free, but it was no use of course. Pinkie felt herself being lifted, then placed down on the stool. A mixture of pain and pleasure filled her body when she felt the pole slide into her ass all the way until her ass cheeks were resting on the soft cushion-like leather. “Gllrk!~” she moaned.With her arms held behind her back crossed she was forced to arch her back and present her chest.
“Good girl,” Cutter teased, bending her knees so that her ankles were past the stool’s stand then belting them together to keep her put. “I suppose you want me to pull that lever over there right?”
Pinkie nodded slowly.
“Well, here goes.” With a pull of the lever, the pole seemed to extend inside her then retract repeatedly, as if simulating thrusting. Her head shot up, the gag muffling a scream. A sign she was fine was of course her mane still appearing like cotton candy.
“Prl lvhur aghin!~” she mumbled.
“Pull it again?”
She nodded, feeling her insides being pummelled by the phallic pole.
Another pull of the lever caused it to go deeper, doing a jackhammer motion. The pole appeared as a shifting bulge on her belly, which rose to just below her chest with every thrust. Pinkie screamed again, drooling through the gag. Seeing this an an opportunity, Cutter looked around to see if he can take part on this. An odd pair of shackles with ten smaller shackles attached to threads caught his eye. This gave him yet another idea as he stared over to his second girlfriend barely kicking her feet instinctively at how deep the pole was. It was as if she had no internal organs whatsoever. Kneeling down he clamped the shackles on her ankles, attaching her smaller ones to her toes. Despite her struggles, she could not budge an inch.
“Gmmmm! MMMNNNH~!” she continued to moan. “Pllr!” Pinkie demanded once more.
Without hesitation this time he pulled the lever, causing the pole to retract the full length before ramming all the way inside once again. She was obviously adept at this, she wasn’t even regretting it by mumbling “stop”, only screams of pleasure. While she was in this position he pondered how to get off to this. Jerking off wouldn’t really be a prime idea for him, especially with what’s going in before his very eyes. Shrugging, he may as well try something new out considering her feet were basically trapped for him and her pussy was off limits from both the suit and her position, her bouncing bountiful breasts can be done later. Grunting, he got on his knees to position his cock between her feet, slowly sliding it into the gap. Taking notice of this, the pink pony closed her feet together as best she can, all the while giggling. Apparently she was as ticklish as Maud, he just never got the chance to make sure alone. Thrusting slowly, he felt her how soft she was, like velvet. Placing a hand on her belly from behind, he was shocked to feel that the pole was still going strong, punching its way up to below her chest and pulling back.
Rolling his hips, he continued to drive his cock between her feet. Still sensitive from the session in the bedroom with Maud, Cutter groaned as he unloaded his juices prematurely onto her feet. Pinkie continued to moan loudly, feeling his sticky cum on her feet and dripping from her toes.
“Well… that’s embarrassing…”
“Mmhhi-MNH! Ih shthl enjhd iht dhhnn’t fhhl bhhd!~ I still enjoyed it, don’t feel bad!~” Pinkie mumbled.
“Glad you did,” he replied, standing up walk around in front of her. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
She nodded quickly.
“Yet you still enjoy it?”
She nodded again.
Chuckling, Cutter gripped her breasts, the stool was low enough that his cock was level to her chest. He smacked her breasts with his still erect penis, they bounced in response. Was she just made of pure bubblegum? “All natural,” he commented.
“Mhnh!~”
“Hm,” was all he could say, resting his cock between her breasts, pushing them together as they made an audible ‘boing’. “…Did I just hear a boing sound effect?” Cutter questioned, having heard it.
“Ih dhid iht fhur fnzhs! I did it for funsies!”
Shaking his head, the crystal pony thrusted slowly. Pinkie moaned even louder when he pinched her tits to tease her during his thrusts, she trembled at the feeling, so close to orgasm. It was clear she had no shame when sharing such a moment with a significant other, it made even less sense to Cutter as to why she was dumped, alongside her sister she was a dream girl. The kind of girl brawls would break out over for just getting to say hello, and to think she would lower herself for the pleasure of another.
With all that in mind, Cutter thrusted faster, feeling her soft breasts warm his cock as his tip and a quarter of his size poked out from her cleavage. He was close to another release, seeing this as an opportunity he removed the dildo gag and pulled away. Pinkie’s moans have devolved into small yelps way before removing it. “A-…Ahhhg…Guah…~”
Thinking quickly, he pulled over a bedside table and climbed onto it so that he could ram his whole length down her throat. Time seemed to stop for a moment as Pinkie’s cheeks and throat bulged from his cock alone. “Ngh…Ahh!” Cutter groaned, releasing a final burst of his seed.
“GKHMMMNGG!” Pinkie came hard, her vaginal juices leaking through the suit and out of the hole for her rear which was still being pounded silly.
After his last drop was in her belly, he pulled back, letting her cough up the rest. “Was I too rough?” he asked with concern.
She shook her head, her tongue hanging out. “Nuh-uh…”
“Whew, thought I might’ve broken something,” he mumbled, deactivating the pole after hopping off the stool. “You need any help getting outta this thing?” Cutter offered.
Pinkie nodded slowly, breathing slowly yet heavily.
The morning after…
The morning sunlight broke through the open window of the main bedroom, striking the crystal pony’s eyes waking him. Yawning, Cutter could barely move, his body aching like he just did a full set of cardio excises in the span of a day without rest. He found himself lying in the middle of both Pinkie and Maud cuddling up to him, the latter already awake. “Morning,” she said with a soft smile.
Morning,” he replied. “Bit of an early bird aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m so used to waking up early for work. Speaking of, I might gotta go later to say sorry and hopefully get my job back.” she sighed, it was clear she was nervous about having to explain herself to her bosses.
To comfort her Cutter hugged the pink pony. “Relax, you’ll do fine, trust me I’ve had my fair share of work-related bullshit. Uh, you sure you’re able to walk after last night?”
“Yup, are you?” Pinkie challenged, sitting up. She observed Cutter straining to sit up, giggling. “I’m sure Maud can keep you company, also I’m pretty sure today is an off-day for you since you’re a freelance artist?”
“Yeah, unless I get a request I’m basically out of a job. So, in the meantime, breakfast?”
"I'd like to join if you don't mind," Maud chimed in, awake and snuggling up to Cutter. "I'll go with Pinkie after as moral support. But for breakfast I think I know what I want..." she says with a smug stare over to Pinkie.
Pinkie tilted her head, wondering what she meant by that. Cutter meanwhile knew exactly what...
At the breakfast table Cutter and Maud sat opposite each other, eating a homemade breakfast of eggs and toast. Pinkie Pie meanwhile was tied underneath the small but sturdy table between the 4 legs, the ropes keeping her there were all connected in an X shape across the table connecting to her wrists and ankles, her hands and feet poking out from under the table. Facing Maud was the pink pony's ass, a double-sided strap-on going balls deep into Pinkie's cunt. To entertain herself, Maud tickled at the soles of her sister's feet with one hand. "Mmm, maybe we should cut a few holes for her breasts if we want to flip her around." she said in-between chews.
Cutter meanwhile was receiving an eager blowjob, the feeling intensifying every time she giggled from her elder sister's teasing. "I mean, I guess I could- gah!"
Pinkie muffled out, "Shrry!"
He continued, "Yeah, sure, we just need some woodwork and basic engineering to cut out the holes and be able to close them after."
The tied up Pinkie waved her hand as if wanting to say something. Cutter complied by scooting his chair back to let her speak. "I could do it! If I can build a party cannon and super secret party planning cave I can cut out something for my tits! It's super easy peezy lemon- girk!~" Before she could finish Cutter pulled his seat up to the table, his cock sliding back down Pinkie's throat for her to continue.
"Well, Pinkie it is." Maud nodded in agreement.
All this wasn't the least bit surprising to Cutter anymore, he thought back to the moment he met Maud at the museum to meeting the rest of the Pie family, taking a long sip of water. Since that day he would have never expected to be this far integrated into the family, but he has since accepted they were all kinky freaks, though their parents were debatable this libido had to come from somewhere. It didn't matter, he loved Maud and Pinkie for that and more.
"By the way," Maud began, "Marble and Limestone are visiting next week."
Oh mercy...