Bigger, Boulder, and Batter
“... aaaand stop! Just take off your blindfold, Maudie, and join the party!”
The second that band of silk was tugged away, Maud Pie’s eyes dilated as she took in her new surroundings. What met her eyes - nearly snow-blinded from the Ponyville nor’easter - was far more enticing than the expanses of white covering the town outside Sugarcube Corner. And its presenter was far bubblier.
“Q-quite an impressive setup, sister.”
Pinkie Pie’s glistening smile - surrounded by circles of black and white greasepaint - grew at the response. Even despite how understated it was. Streamers and banners almost shrouded the ceiling from view, while purple-blue balloons did the same to the floor. Between the twinkling snowflakes outside the window, and the high-intensity strobe lights inside, the room looked like a glitter cannon had blown up inside of it.
“Don’t worry, silly!” Pinkie bubbled. “That’s at Twilight’s for repairs.”
Maud stared at her sister oddly.
“Buuuuut thanks for reminding me - gotta visit Octavia in E.R. tomorrow!”
One expertly trimmed eyebrow rose as Maud circled the table in the center of the room, various items heaped upon each stool. “Just… who are you talking to, Pinkie?”
“The r-'' Pinkie's jaw slammed shut mid-sentence in surprise. “Sorry. No one, Maud. Forgot you couldn’t… see what I see, and all!” Chewing on her black-painted lip did help hide the gnawing anxiety in the pink party pony’s heart, though.
“Oh the contrary…” Maud said, finally stopping at the innocuous stack of flour, its top flopping ring into the table’s lip. “I assume this all for Boulder?” A sweep of her shawl, and the eponymous rock was balancing on her forehoof.
Pinkie, in several springy leaps, was at her sister’s side again. “Yepyepyep! Since you were always alone with… Boulder…” Pinkie’s smile dipped for a brief second, her lips tensing in disbelief. “I figured your first visit here should be with some of the friends I made!”
Indeed, several shiny silver placards were in front of each item that had been seated at that circular table. The one between and the flour sack - read Madame Le Flour in overly loopy quill scratches, the cursive making Maud’s lip tug up. Rocky - the tower of stones in the corner.
“You’ve done well by Boulder then. They’re... very nice.”
“Aren’t they ever!” Pinkie swept up her stony-faced sister in a hug, sighing happily at the tingling feel of her well-groomed coat as it brushed against here. “And Rocky’s especially happy to see Boulder! After all, stones of a feather… well it’s either ‘gather lotsa moss rolling’-”
“Ore.”
“Or what, Maudie?” Pinkie bubbled. “You know the other phrase?”
Maud pointed at Rocky, her hoof toppling on the sparkly top of its surface. “Your friend Rocky - he’s an ore rock, no granite. The crystals gathered on top - they’re amethysts and opals. it’s native to the mine you have under Ponyville.” Seeing Pinkie’s jaw drop, Maud patted her sister’s withers. “Like I said, you’ve done well by Boulder. He likes opals.”
Pinkie stammered, her wig coming close to falling off her head. She hadn’t even been sure Maud had been this attentive. Plus, the topics swirling in her head were at a dangerous low; Maud should’ve been getting Boulder and Rocky acquainted by now, so they could have some time as sister-sister (never knew how much I missed her! Her mind added.)
But all she stayed focused on was her! It was defeating the purpose of the visit!
And also Pinkie’s own resolve not to turn pink-er, seeing her sister was still packing some… impressive equipment for this trip. Sweet sugarplums, how did big sis not throw out a hipbone with that swinging around.
She had to focus. Maybe on flossing out more unbelievable concepts than… that!
“W-wait. But it’s snowing and stuff outside! Even I got a maneful just sneaking you in from behind!” And as Pinkie shook her head, that sign of winter showed itself - or rather showered itself over them, as the ‘wig’ on her head turned into a spray of snow. Throwing one of her fluffier tablecloths over her slightly soaked sister - and just missing Maud’s cheeks turning pink before her for a different reason than the cold - Pinkie went on. “How did you get there?”
Silence reigned for several seconds. Maud almost looked… stupefied over the question. Ooooh, a secret, pondered Inner Pinkie.
Maud nodded solemnly. “You got me, Pinkie. Well, you’ve had your… uncanny senses since we were fillies. In our time apart, I gained some too.”
Forget knocked over a feather, Pinkie could’ve been scrapped by a sneeze at this point. A Maud Sense? Equestria could be hers in days!
… well, right after she finished her rocktorate degree comp exams, of course. Couldn’t be a world ruler without world-class education, after all!
“So when I got here and we lost each other in that hail, I drew on it. I kept BOlder close and when my mind was clear…”
Pinkie was on the edge of her Sir Lintsalot’s seat. With the deralied
“... asked the Mayor about it after I got directions here.”
Were it not for prior experience with how much her makeup tracked against wood, Pinkie would have facefaulted. Eventually though, that feeling of letdown-ery turned into laughter for Pinkie. Her sister had changed from before! And with her help, she could change further, into the object of her fithleist desires Equestria’s envy!
To be fair, though, Maud was always so soft-spoken, so passionate, so… well-put together. Even now - especially now, in fact - it was the wind behind Pinkie’s withers.
“Don’t you mean wind beneath the win-oh right, sorry!” Pinkie sheepishly addressed her bewildered sister. “Speaking of being in the clouds, sis; feel up to trying my new cake? Angel food, just like Fluttershy’s little helper likes it!”
“I know.” Maud’s eyes swept over for any sign of the confection and found nothing. Then they narrowed in a way that made Pinkie’s smile tilt. “Your note bringing me here said as much. Though I might have misinterpreted it.”
“How so?”
“You mentioned an issue that was bugging you since we were on the farm.“ Maud rotated one of her forehooves knowingly, hoping to stir Pinkie’s memory. But realization, unlike the afternoon sun’s reflection in the flurries outside, did not gleam in Pinkie’s wide eyes. It made her uneasy. Being subtle was still new on Maud. “Something you’d been… hard-pressed to handle with your bare hooves.”
“Oh… Yeah! I do! Thanks for reminding me!” Pinkie smooshed Maud’s cheeks together, going snout-to-snout with her now fish-eyed sister. “Sooooo… are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Maud gave the quickest of looks behind her, to her own smock-covered rump - and to the third leg twitching just under its hem. Suddenly, it was almost too hot in the room for Maud, despite the fireplace being a floor away from them. “I’m sure you know I’m always ready, sis.”
“Really?” Pinkie whispered. “Because I’m not sure if this is okiedokielokey with you - I’ve known how antsy in the pantsy you get about being in costu-”
“Pinkie.” The edge in Maud’s voice made Pinkie’s diatribe die on pursed lips. “I love you. I always have. More than anypony… or any parent… could ever know.” Then Maud’s face broke into a warm smile. “I’ll happily help you.”
That was enough. “Sweet! Follow me! I’ll make sure nopony hears us while I get the costume ready!” Pinkie almost flung herself out of the pastel door. “Just haveta get the honeymoon surprise for honeymoon emergencies out of the way!”
Maud warily glanced back the second the door shut, confused as to why Pinkie wasn’t simple doing it here. Certainly she was no stranger to seeing her sister’s weirder sides.
I can do this. I can help my sister find her voice - her love for my love - again. Even with…
And the drooping frame of Madame Le Flour titled in her direction, almost accusingly.
...visitors around. Probaby with them, in fact - my sister was so meek before when we got together.
Bright coats and supernatural senses hadn’t bolstered Pinkie’s confidence in this field any.
But Maud was ready to plow that field anyway, if her sister was willing to take that next step.
Setting Boulder down on the counter next to Roc, Maud gave it a stent look “Play nice with them. And… try not to listen too loud. I am simply... doing right by family today.”
Trotting out Maud’s mind wandered as she turned away from the Rocky party. She only stopped short of the door, now that Pinkie’s vanilla-scented aroma wasn’t plugging her nostrils.
Because right at the jamb of the door, covered by several spare drapes and a heavy drawer, was a startling sight. Two spots of black, surrounded by smudges of white. And in case Maud couldn’t tell they were from Pinkie’s face - right before reapplying rouge, clearly - her nose scoped out just why Pinkie’s face had been squashed in that wall.
Pungent, pearlescent maresap.
The cubby reeked of it, and for the first time, Maud realized the truth of the matter. It seemed that Pinkie, her sister, had tried to knock that insatiable edge off herself. And considering she’d called her here…
… self-clop care could clearly only go so far.
“Ah. Nevermind.” A vividly rare smile crossed Maud’s lips at this. It wasn’t a calm, measured one like Pinkie saw today. It wasn’t even the harried yet triumphant one at plodding through the blizzard to get to this bakery.
That smile, in fact, was downright naughty.
“If I can smell what my sister sputters…. Then I have no doubt all of Sugarcube will soon.”
And she was out of that room in a navy-blue blur. Pinkie was waiting after all, and Maud was pretty assured she knew why.
Or not.
Maud let loose with another weary sigh, careful to keep the thick sunglasses and trench coat around her figure form giving her identity away. After all, it was explicitly why Pinkie had seized it - and then took the spell of shock Maud gave as an opportunity to drag her downstairs. Even past the brim of her hat, though, the intensity of Maud’s gaze seemed to make Pinkie's ears pretty as she darted from table to table in the bustling Sugarcube guestroom.
Only the friends gathered around this table were far chattier.
Nothing against Boulder, of course. His silence was his charm. Even if they’d been… going steady these last few years.
“So, Maud, how are you enjoying the party?”
Turning back to Mrs. Cake - the only other pony with her in the kitchen - Maud gave her a grateful nod. “I am fine. Pinkie seems to be too, considering all the... “
A floor-shaking belch from Dash brought every one of the Mane 6 a room away to pearls of laughter. Mrs. Cake had to slam a forehoof over her maw to keep from joining in.
“But... I think Pinkie needs me. More than she will admit.” Maud jutted a hoof at her getup as she swallowed her last morsel of cake.
“Oh that coat, Maud? Don’t you worry.” Mrs. Cake’s lips pursed. “Pinkie’s had it in her head that everything follows this great narrative. Says it’s to maintain ‘continuity’ or what-have-you!” Cocking her head to the side, she observed her newest guest. “But seeing her work her magic… I’m certain there's a reason she has you here, coat or no coat! Just like the others”
“... She’s dressed others like this.”
“You bet! One time, she had Lyra hole up here one of those coats before she could propose to that dearie Bon Bon! The poor unicorn nearly got heatstroke!” A hearty chuckle shook Mrs Cake’s voluptuous frame like jelly. “But hey; it kept her from being at Canterlot when those changelings attacked, and Lyra’s rescheduled it for when Doctor Hooves finishes his new electro-sphere! Seems our Pinkie has a flair for the dramatic, even by accident!”
Another nod from Maud broke the din, the grey-coated mare intently watched just how PInkie commanded the conversation before them. Ever the entertaining wunderkind, Pinkie was filling her friends even fuller with salt licks and apple cider than they’d been when they walked in.
And witnessing it all was Maud Pie, coming to a realization herself. “Yes. There probably is a reason why I’m here.” Maud calmly handed a tray of snickerdoodles to Pinkie when she swung into the kitchen. “She wishes for me to edge out of my comfort zone.”
“Comfort Zone?” Mrs. Cake wondered. “How so?”
Tenting her hooves on the table between them, Maud’s theory came to light in the gold-bathed kitchenette. “Pinkie and I, since foalhood, have always had an understanding. It came from us realizing just who we were… and how it made us closer.”
“Yes, Pinkie did mention those charming necklaces.” Mrs. Cake said. “Still astounds how you managed to knot them as well as Pinkie did.”
“I was thinking of… different types of knotting.” Before Mrs. Cake could inquire further, Maud galloped to the ice chest and pulled forth another chilly pitcher of cider with her maw. Expertly setting it on the table, she continued not a hint of numbness slow her speech. “Do not have the wrong impression. Our parents are quite loving and strong, despite the rules. It is only because of their work-stressed hearts that Pinkie and I have our meetings off the farm now.”
After a while, an appreciative glow washed over Mrs. Cake’s face. “Well, that’s nice that you show so much affection and concern for Pinkie!”
“Clearly not enough.” At Mrs. Cake’s confused expression, Maud sighed. So, the Sugarcube Corner co-owner didn’t know what her greatest employee was doing a floor above. Maud would simply have to be delicate now… to be rough with Pinkie later. “My sister is eccentric, but also evasive. It’s become… a bit more noticeable when I showed up.”
“Oh yes. Pinkie did talk about that darned blizzard,” Mrs. Cake hummed, oblivious to Maud’s true intent. “With all the window-bangings and the howling wind, you’d have to drive a parade through here for us to hear you!”
High winds, Maud was familiar with. High enough to mask… anything happening in here? That was a new one on her. “Is... that so.” she said, trying to keep glee from infecting her inflection.
“Absolutely. Why, it reminds me of the party we catered just a few months ago…”
But Maud’s eyes were already swinging toward Pinkie again, almost magnetized to how bouncy her wholly body was as she regaled a pink-faced Dash. Considering the timing of Dash’s gasps, Maud had to guess it was about the jewelry drive they'd done a decade ago with their rock necklaces. Placing first ahead of Hoity Toity and Fleur did get reactions, after all.
Oh, if only Dash knew of just how Maud had rewarded Pinkie. Thank goodness their mom was visiting dad in the hospital, and thought Pinkie’s tangled up mane was from play-fighting with Limestone. And that the Pie siblings made enough to replace the futon they’d broken rutting.
“... but don’t you worry!” Mrs. Cake’s boisterous voice brought Maud out of her rumination - and sent a spike of shame through Maud for disregarding her host. Mrs. Cake didn’t seem too concerned, though. “The others are only here for a sleepover, they won’t know you’re here! Considering Miss Sparkle just got her wings, I’m surprised they haven’t done it earlier!”
Maud nodded. “So I heard.” A thought occurred, though; was Twilight the reason for Pinkie’s timidity? Certainly playing confidant to a Princess of Equestria would make Pinkie less inclined to risk another of their torrid trysts. Regardless... “Pinkie’s lucky to have Twilight, Mrs. Cake.”
“Now, none of that debbie downing.” Mrs. Cake sternly rebuked her. “You're here with her in this terrible storm. That’s more than a lot of families here have got this season, and-”
Then Pinkie barreled in again, hugging Maud. The pitcher next to Maud wobbled dangerously, but stayed upright. “I’m so sorry for being so absent sis I just wanted to make sure Dash had a story to take back to Cloudsdale can you forgive me?” babbled Pinkie.
“My apologies.” It wasn’t just to Pinkie that Maud delivered those two words. Wrapping a foreleg over her sister's shoulder Maud simply soaked in the moment. Her doubts and thoughts floated off on a sea of vanilla perfume and snout-tickling smoke.
Wait.
Smoke?!
Fortunately, Mrs. Cake was already throwing out the pot of blackened and ruined lentil soup out of an opened window. “Did that just… freeze on the way down?” she muttered through clacking teeth as she drew the window shut. “Might need better sealing around ‘em next time I’m out at market.”
Both Pie sisters were at Mrs. Cake’s sides in moments, united again in purpose for the moment. “Are you okay?” they chorused.
Mrs. Cake nodded, with far more positivity than a moment ago now radiating through her veins. “Sure thing, girls! I’m just happy I managed to get all the cookies done before you came in with all that heavy gear.” Mrs. Cake clicked her tongue. “Small worries though: you don’t sweat a drop in here! I must know your secret, Maud!”
“I’ve… had experience working in hot spaces.” Thoughts of her and Pinkie’s summer in the laundry room at Rockville Academy plagued her mind. At this point, the thought of fucking Pinkie was the furthest thing from Maud’s mind. Not until she had some questions answered. “Is it okay if I speak with Pinkie for a moment?”
“Certainly. Don’t you worry dear, I’ll keep your friends entertained until your sis gets you back.” Balancing the pitcher of cider on her back, Mrs. Cake’s eyes locked on Maud’s again. “After all, it’s winter. We’ve all gotta remember to give those we see good reason to keep coming around.”
Pinkie, trying to stammer out an excuse, soon found herself too busy being nudged into the backroom by Maud.
Just past the sight of Mr. Cake tending to the kids, Maud finally made her stop at the top of the stairwell. She was but inches from where Pinkie led her blindfolded self to the other party.
Another pang of guilt over what she’d planned to do behind Boulder’s back tightened Maud’s throat. But she had to process that fast.
“Sooo, what’s up sis?” Pinkie inquired.
Maud was quick with it this time. “The party upstairs. The one below. I’m to assume it’s because you want to show how much you’ve grown?”
“Sure! W-well, no, not just that but-“ The first cracks in Pinkie’s endlessly exuberant persona were showing. “I’m sure Rocky and Boulder are fine, if that’s what you-”
“I am talking of the other way we kicked the holidays off, Pinkie.” Despite the hoof resting comfortably on her shoulder, Pinkie’s pose only shook further. “I am not sure why you bring me to so many friends and then still keep me at leg’s length. Especially considering how little you have cared for this before.”
“I… well…” Pinkie scrambled for an answer. “G-goodness, I knew us doing it in the Rockville Academy basement was pushing it, sis ,but I was certain I could hold it in.”
“And yet… that is not the case.” Pinkie looked ready to faint at Maud’s words. “Don’t worry - the Cakes won’t know of how often you’ve thought of me.” Then Maud’s eyebrow went up. “Though I wonder why you think they would not approve.”
“It’s not them that’s the issue, Maudie!” Pinkie’s eyes darted to the lit backrooms of Sugarcube before she continued, confident the howling winds kept their talk from reaching impressionable ears. “O-or even Mom and Dad! Well, okay, probably them, but…. I like these ponies Maud! I helped them tackle the changelings, a-and that scary Sombra, and everycreature in between! I rocked out with them at the Gala, helped them plan marriages, became Elements with them!”
Maud couldn’t move at that point. Even with the coat over her, the frock beneath it, she still felt the ice shocking at her nerves inside. Goodness, my sister… she really has grown. In all the right ways.
“And I don’t wanna lose that!” Pinkie finished, her eyes watering. “Or you! But we can’t just fall back or what we know when things get strawberry-shaped - Applejack’s words, not mine. But that room above; it was where I almost became the Pinkie I was before I found my smile! I just… wanna try to prove our connection’s about more than just our rutting, and stuff.”
Maud almost wanted to cry herself. The moment was too much, too quick. And the scales were falling from her eyes fast enough that she wondered if it counted as a mini-blizzard.
But it was then, however, that Maud remembered the jubilance in Dash’s voice as she and Pinkie talked. Even beyond Pinkie’s attempt to show Maud her flourishing bonds, the shame didn’t make sense. They’d taken far more off-putting parts of Pinkie’s personality - like that ‘party’ above.
“Pinkie. It’s nice to know you’re so meek. It’s what makes it so nice to just be with you. And I do enjoy just being with you. I wouldn’t have sought out the Mayor to find you in this storm if I didn’t.” Maud’s face turned serious. It’s also the reason I’m unsure why you’ve left the farm.”
“H-hey! What’s that for?”
“My apologies for being so brusque as a guest, but…” And then suddenly Maud couldn’t stop herself, level as her voice was. “This is just like it was at the farm. Even when Mom and Dad were gone, even when Limestone found us in bed and cheered us on, you were insistent on silence. Whenever we have sex, when your friends might hear about me, when I wished to talk about why we did what we do.”
“S-seems simple, doesn’t it?” Pinkie tried to chirp. The strain in her voice made it come out as a panicked squeak, though. “You liked the equipment, I liked the experimentation! Like two pickles in a jar!”
“Pinkie. I am not Dash. My focus can’t be thrown off by a story or two about stone-buffing and Hoity’s disqualification.” Pinkie’s eyes bugged out at the revelation. “I know, Pinkie. I was there. And I know when my sister’s using a story to make others feel good.”
Pinkie’s ears drooped, her head following soon after. “Guess I can’t hide a thing from you, can I?”
“Right now… I don’t think it’s me you’re hiding things from.” Maud mused, thinking back to how she’d first thought of Twilight. As an impediment. “Or that you’re the only one. Or that… you have to do it alone to prove something to anypony.”
And again, one of Pinkie’s signature grins split her face in two. “Sweet! So you’re saying...”
“Yes, Pinkie,” Maud said, taking her sister’s forehooves in hers. “I love you. I always have, and it’s because of the little ways you find to be you. Those Hearth's Warming Eves we spent slurping cocoa at the farm. The day you drew smiles on the fogging windowpanes before you found your own. The time that we promised to meet as often as we could while I sought my rocktorate.” Then Maud reached into her frock and pulled out a drawstring-closed pouch, presenting it to Pinkie. “And what we promised them on.”
Despite how familiar the rock necklaces enclosed in that pouch was to Pinkie, her eyes lit up at it like it was her first rattle. “My first Pinkie Promise...” she whispered. “You really did keep it all this time.”
Maud cocked her head. “Sure this won’t break the ‘continuity’, Pinkie?”
“... oh, don't worry, It... probably wouldn’t be the first time anyways.” Pinkie, after a minute, wiggled her eyebrows at Maud. "Besides, everything's good in clop and conflict!"
"I think the term is 'love and war'."
“Still!" Pinkie wiggled her eyebrows at Maud, her confidence seeping from her pores. "You did say you came here for a reason! And your feisty neighborhood Pinkie Pie’s ready to meet the moment!”
Realization struck Maud like a thunderclap. “Oh, Pinkie. You don’t have-”
“Like every time we have, sis - this is because I want to, silly!” Pinkie was already dragging Maud upstairs, her bushy tail swatting playfully at her sister’s flanks as they went. “Besides, it’ll give me a chance to test something out on my end too!”
“What is it?” Maud questioned, her eyes startling to dilate at what was to come.
Now it was Maud’s turn to drop jaws at the sight of Pinkie’s smoldering sexy eye flutter. “My honeymoon package. What I was planning to wear when I met my special somepony!”
“The one you’ve had since we were foals?” Maud asked. “But… isn’t not just lipstick?”
Pinkie's only response with a slyly raised eyebrow.
“Glk! Ghhhck! Gulp! Gck!”
Laid out with her back across the hastily-cleared party table, Pinkie gagged and sputtered with each imperious thrust of Maud’s thick, dark-grey marecock past her lipstick- and cum-smeared lips. A rainbow of rings adorned Maud’s throbbing, veiny length, mixing into a technicolor mess with each gluey load she sprayed down her nympho younger sister’s throat.
“That’s it, Pinkie. You’re almost done. Mmh. Keep throating me like that. Yes. Choke on me louder so everypony knows how much of a slut you are for your sister’s cock.” An ordinary pony would’ve been turned off in a heartbeat by the deadpan, barely-winded delivery of Maud’s dirty talk, but as anycreature in Equestria would tell you, Pinkie was certainly no ordinary mare.
She knew her stoic sibling better than anypony else, and so every nearly-imperceptible tell in her stone-faced sister was amplified a thousandfold. Maud’s lack of windedness was a clear testament to her incredible earth-pony strength and endurance, able to fill Pinkie’s greedy belly with several leg-twitching, eye-rolling, balls-deep orgasms with scarcely any effort. A normal stallion would’ve passed out after two or maybe three in quick succession, but here was Maud - utterly outclassing all of them in spectacularly erotic fashion and showing no signs of stopping.
Maud’s pulsing nuts slapped meatily against Pinkie’s painted face with each eager, throat-wrecking intrusion, veins twitching with hot, wanton blood against her expert lips. Maud’s momentary pause after each thrust allowed Pinkie the luxury of lathering those virile orbs in a mix of her own spit and leftover cum from Maud’s previous orgasms. The number of loads she’d wrung from Maud’s pent-up organ that day was truly impressive, and it was mostly thanks to that unbelievably dexterous and talented tongue of hers.
“I do have to thank you, Pinkie. You’re always so dutiful in making sure I’ve emptied every drop inside of you before I leave. I must be the luckiest older sister in Equestria.” Pinkie was officially creaming her brains out from the veritable mountain of praise that her stoic sister was heaping upon her pleasure-assaulted mind.
Maud’s thrusts were picking up the pace now -- and she could even hear the hung dickmare starting to pant slightly with exertion now, which was a phenomena so rare that she practically came on-the-spot once again from hearing it!
Briefly pulling away from the mare thrusting fervently into her face, the baker-mare giggled and batted her eyelashes - not that Maud could see it from her current position - in response to Maud’s impatient shuffling at the loss of stimulation.
“Ohh, Maud! Rut me silly, you splenderriffic she-stallion!” Pinkie begged wantonly, her cheery volume nearly giving Maud tinnitus. At this point, half of Ponyville could probably hear their wantonly loud oral ravaging, not just the bakery patrons downstairs!
Thoroughly reinvigorated from the salacious party-pony’s lustful request, Maud took to her task of rutting her sister’s face silly with renewed gusto. Slamming her hips forward, the bloated crown of her throbbing marecock returned to its home base-deep in Pinkie’s throat with scarcely any effort. A rippling shudder of ecstasy roiled through her pleasantly plump body at the feel of being so thoroughly claimed, and by her beloved older sibling no less!
A messy spray of Pinkie’s fitful, shuddering, squealing release erupted past her furiously-clopping hoof, spattering the ruined party table and the surrounding floor with her viscous essence. Maud’s nostrils flared at the sight, the fresh geyser of marecum wreaking havoc with her stallion-like inhibitions.
The sheer thickness of Pinkie’s musk - the intoxicating aroma of a ready and willing mare - drove her thrusts to a furious, jaw-popping pace down Pinkie’s gullet. With a few more sharp, shuddering thrusts, a head-to-hoof tingling shiver rolled through Maud’s overwhelmed nerves as her first climax of the night began to churn within the meaty, twitching pair of hefty nuts pressed against Pinkie’s mascara-clad eyes.
The heavy coat of makeup on Pinkie’s face had long since been reduced to a whorish mess of colors; a pastel plastering of white face-paint mixed with a smeared rainbow of lipsticks and a hot, sweaty coat of sexual fluids. Her mascara leaked from around her eyes in distinct black trails, up her forehead and into her frazzled, sweat-slickened poofy mane.
Their fervent face-fucking thoroughly dominated the room; the primal stench of sex hovered around them like a fog, a thick miasma of sweat and cum that sent both ponies’ breeding instincts into absolute overdrive. Like the Friendship Express barreling towards its station without a conductor, the Pie sisters’ freight train of fervent face-fucking was approaching an inevitably thunderous, crashing halt.
Pinkie began humming around the wondrously powerful length of horseflesh skewering her esophagus - her vocal cords serving as the perfect vibrator, hitting Maud’s sweet spots in all the right places all at once.
“Oh f-fuhhh...Pinkie!” Maud’s monotone facade crumbled to dust for a single, raw moment as Pinkie displayed her “partying” prowess to full effect; so potent that not even a pony as stoic as Maud could fully resist its power.
The party mare’s brain felt like it was turning to jelly as she felt Maud’s virile earth-pony balls give a powerful clench against her slammed-shut eyes, and the frantic humming in her throat gave way to a long, drawn-out moan as she felt the first thick gouts of Maud’s largest and most intense load of the night splattering into her hungry throat. Each pulse of thick, gluey seed settled like a heavy stone in her eager belly. And Pinkie loved it - it made her feel as if she might be carrying a bushel of rocks instead of the pints of her sister’s lewd payload -- a trait that matched Maud’s geology profession quite well, she thought with a brief giggle.
Not even Pinkie’s bottomless gullet could keep up with the sheer flood of seed washing its way into her, though. A jerking, involuntary shudder rolled through her as twin trails of Maud’s essence erupted from her nostrils, splattering against the stoic dickmare’s balls before dripping onto the floor below in a gluey stream. Dickmares were certainly well-known for their output, earth ponies even moreso - and Maud was certainly reinforcing that stereotype!
Pinkie felt as if her sister’s bottomless balls might never tire. She’d already exceeded what most stallions could hope to produce in a week, let alone a day, and if their previous sexual escapades were any indication... she still had at least a couple more left in her for the night!
The table thumped and scraped against the floor with each sharp, climactic buck of Maud’s hips into Pinkie’s greedy maw, the wood creaking under the force of each thrust as they hit home inside her. The baker-mare slurped and gulped thirstily around Maud’s monstrous mare-masher as the grey mare began to dredge herself from her wanton sister’s expertly-milking throat. As much as Maud’s instincts might’ve wanted her to swab her wantonly accommodating mate’s throat with every drop of her essence, she still remembered how much Pinkie adored taking the last few spurts across her tongue to properly savor Maud’s earthy, addictive flavor.
The way Pinkie’s dexterous, impossibly-long tongue swirled across her broad, knobbed flare was an incredible bonus, too - one that never failed to wring another load or two from Maud’s eager, engorged nuts. She could feel her hooves curling on-the-spot from the baker’s desperate suckling at her third teat, her lidded eyes crossing as the assault on her flare overwhelmed any conscious desire to remain stoic.
“You’re a goddess, Pinkie. I’m still surprised that stallions and mares alike aren’t lining up out of this bakery’s front door for you - rain or hail.” The dirty-talk from Maud was definitely an exciting new angle for Pinkie - rarely was Maud so openly sexual. She felt the roaring inferno in her loins whipping her into a second wind. “But you aren’t this way for anypony. You only want what I’ve got. What this,” She gestured downward, to the fat prick still balls-deep in her younger sister’s face, “can give you. It is.. Another thing I love about you. As much as you’ve thought of me, as much as you clop to me, only the real me can make you whole.”
Cheeks bulging with the final spurts of Maud’s load, and with that fat flare blocking her lips, Pinkie couldn’t respond with words just yet. Pulling herself off with a sucking pop, Pinkie did her best to hold her maw tightly sealed - though a white trickle of seed still burbled from between them - and nodded appreciatively up at her generous sister. It didn’t keep her eyes away from what was the lewdest sight of her life - the imprint of her face-paint splotched messily upon her sister’s twitching crotch. Even the black spots made raccoon-eyes out of her sister’s heaving teats.
But Maud was not done for this night, not by a long shot. And neither was Pinkie.
“Roll over, Pinkie. I am still pretty backed up...I need you to milk me dry.” Maud groaned, tapping her still-hard flare against Pinkie’s cheek and twirling her hoof demonstratively. Moving to the other side of the table, Maud nudged Pinkie’s hindlegs apart. “But I will not do so without keeping my hardworking sister warm.” Without preamble, she buried herself muzzle-deep in her sister’s utterly soaked nethers.
Whatever drop of cum that wasn’t traveling down Pinkie’s bulging throat shot out of her maw in pearly sprays as she silently yowled. Her rear legs thrashed, her pussy throbbed, and her blood raced for her sister, so wonderfully tongue-deep in her trench. It was delirium-inducing, and Pinkie welcomed the break from reality like no other.
Her voice box was not joining in on this, though. Even with Rocky, Boulder and the others nestled on Pinkie’s bed a hallway away, even with the creaking of the winter’s wind in tune with the tables that Pinkie was undulating on, her pleasure only came out in squeaks.
Old habits died hard, apparently.
But - mentally and sexually - no Pie was as hard as Maud was at this juncture.
And as her tongue pushed and twirled around more of Pinkie's sodden snatch, she found herself falling in love with Pinkie’s body all over again. Even now, Pinkie’s legs twitched as if to an invisible beat, forcing her plushy rump into Maud’s face. Her pussy was both tight and sweet, clamping around her tongue as often as it soaked it.
Wrapping her forelegs around Pinkie’s springy rump, Maud dug in harder. Each sweep of her tongue made Pinkie’s hips rise higher, until she was almost in a vertical 69 to her rug-munching relative. Pinkie’s teats swing free like puffy pendulums, soon to be fitfully teased by one of Maud’s greedy hooves. And Pinkie’s face was soon being batted by another eager friend of Maud’s - her boulder-hard member, back to life and straining against her cheek.
Unfortunately, it was both too long and too close for Pinkie to shower it with her drooling love. Especially with Maud’s tongue still plundering her pink party pony pussy. Instead, she wrapped a free foreleg around that frotting fuckstick and let Maud’s jerking hits do the rest, her limb serving as a makeshift cock-ring for that maresplitter.
“P-please, Maud. Don’t stop, go, deeepeeeeeerrr...” Even with how maddeningly muted it was, Pinkie’s voice was music to Maud’s ears. It was picking up pitch, it was sweet - and since it was coming from a pony whose face paint was still stamped on her crotch, it was positively Pinkie.
Nodding solemnly, Maud’s tongue pummeled as far as it could reach. Past twists and turns, Maud’s tongue finally hit the jackpot - a patch of spongy skin and nerves that made Pinkie’s legs windmill in bliss. She writhed against her grey-coated sister, almost going limp as Maud struck her G-Spot again and again. Her juices drooled past her heaving teats and onto the tabletop, glazing it as thoroughly as if it were a cake itself.
Idly, Maud wondered if it wouldn't be too off-putting for their wedding cake topper to look as they were right now. Her buried between Pinkie’s leaking loins, Pinkie glomping her giant girth.
But that was a ways off - unlike Pinkie’s rushing orgasm. Three more tongue-strikes against that pussy-packed nerve-buds, and Pinkie's whinny came out as a high-pitched squeak. Maud’s eyes twitched at that moan, so sweet the sound. She almost lost her grip on Pinkie’s ass, too - but regained herself fast enough to ease her thrashing sister down to the flooded wood of their fuckfest.
Pinkie was so close to her breakthrough. Even now, the heaving rush of her chest seemed to sing to Maud, telling sonnets of how little space was left to make her scream for her mate. It was somehow more harmonic than any rock poetry Maud had dreamed up.
Maud’s patience, as frayed as her own panting breaths from her pearl-diving romp, crumbled in the face of that possibility. Lending down, Maud kissed her sister deep, her quim-quenched tongue swirling around her sister’s like pythons. The telltale hum that Pinkie gave when coming in contact with something sweet - or cumming from it, natch - made Maud smile around the kiss.
She wasn’t losing herself to the feel this time, though. While her tongue twirled away in Pinkie’s maw, Maud’s hooves were adjusting her own prodigious tool, aiming it until Pinkie’s pussy squished notably against its blunt tip. Pinkie mewled again, louder than before, but it was only into Maud’s mouth.
For right now, that wasn’t enough anymore for the flushed futamare doubled over Pinkie.
Patting Pinkie on the head, Maud swiveled her dickhead to prepare for her breakthrough moment. Her futacock was nestled right against the quivering opening of Pinkie’s clit, twitching ever-so-slightly against the wet skin.
“Ready Pinkie?” Maud asked, her hot breath tingling merrily on her sister’s cheek.
Pinkie could only nod. Her limes were almost boneless in her carnal crouch, forehooves trembling as they reached to her own dripping folds. Maud’s bread almost hitched as she felt Pinkie spread those puffy lips against her cocktip, the lewd squelching sending a shiver down her rigid spine.
Maud, in response, drew herself up until she was kneeling upright against Pinkie’s rump. The creaking of the abused table barely registered as Maud filled the air with swacks. Those light swats against the balloons stamped against Pinkie’s flanks made Pinkie grit her teeth, even as she jutted out her ass to meet every slap.
Maud was losing Pinkie. Soon her resolve would re-piece itself together in her lust-soaked mind, and all of her effort this night would be for nothing.
But then Maud finally tensed her hips and slammed into the flooded forge between Pinkie’s legs. And almost like from a toy horn, Pinkie’s response was a loud and bellowing “Maaaaud!” as she took her sister all-in, fourteen inches of creampie cumtube now snug against her pussy walls.
At that point, hearing her sister’s sensual shriek, Maud’s mind shattered. Ever structured and diligent as it was, the exhilarating feeling of Pinkie's velveteen walls massaging her rainbowed cock her mind tunnel. Many images flashed before her mind at once, but time and space were lost to her, all care for how they fucked - or where - now melting away.
However, all of them featured the same pony at the center. The same pony that was always at the center.
Her wonder, winking, wanton sister, Pinkie.
Maud blinked and suddenly, they were snapping their hips against one another, the rich plapplaplaps ringing around the room like cannonfire. Pinkie’s thighs and twat were bursting with juices each time her sister made contact, so much that Maud wasn’t sure which of them had cum. Regardless, both mares were walling shamelessly, as the mating press Pinkie was in allowed Maud to bury her face in Pinkie’s swaying, strawberry-scented mane.
Then she felt Pinkie twitch against her cock, and time bent for Maud again, only stopped with them thrashing against the walls. Somehow, Pinkie had gotten turned around, as she was now face to face, their hot exhales punctuating every pound of their twitching hips. Paintings clattered to the ground and streamers draped across their sweat-drenched bodies, but they didn’t let up. Not physically and not verbally, in between their rough kisses.
“Tell me what we should do next, Pinkie…” Maud huskily whispered into her sister’s ear. “Tell your love what you n-need.”
And then they were off again, colors and sounds flashing before Maud’s eyes before she realized Pinkie was impaling herself on her. On Maud’s prone form, on her throbbing cock, the pink party pony was literally singing her praises. At this part, Maud knew both of them had cum at least once; their slapping thighs were too sticky and sensitive to not have already. But Maud still felt her orgasm await her, as budding and overwhelming as the moment she’d first sunk into her sister’s snatch.
Plus, seeing her rainbow-tinted ramrod flashing in and out of Pinkie’s pussy was way too enticing.
And with a final blank-out, they were back to fucking on the table. The weird bend around Maud’s thrashing body as she drove into Pinkie’s drooling depths almost. She almost didn’t want to tear her eyes away from her sisters, dilated and desire-drunk as they were. It took her several seconds to realize it was because they’d fucked through the table, the wood bowed around them in two pieces. The slick wood was like butterfly wings around the prone Pinkie as she babbled for her mate, her mistress, her tireless Maud.
One final buck, and Maud fulfilled Pinkie’s need for “moremoreMOREMOOOOOR~!”, cumming like a firehose inside her sister’s well-plumbed pussy. Streaks of white burst from Pinkie’s stuffed holes, twinkling gold in the candlelight as they arced over the Pies’ twisting forms. It was an absolutely alluring sight to behold for Maud, her head thrown back as she moaned Pinkie’s name to high heaven. It even felt divine just how hot her cum was inside her sister, oozing generously around her prick and the bed of crumpled tablespread around them.
As the stars finally faded from her mind, PInkie’s smiling face filled Maud’s vision instead. It was almost angelic, between how it glowed from her thunderous orgasm - from what Maud had given her this day. Her mane once poofy and luminous, was plastered to the floor. Lolling from side to side, Maud was almost hypnotized by the sway of her sister’s head, the way her blue eyes bugged out, the way her jaw shot open as if asked to be plugged full of more Maudmeat.
It took several seconds to realize why those blue eyes were not on her.
But the seven pairs of eyes they were focused on made Maud’s own eyes widen slightly.
Twilight was silent herself, seemingly stuck between protest and catatonia with the sight before her. To her left, Dash was pumping her forehooves. Somehow, she was also dodging Applejack’s attempts to drag her out of the open door, but that could also be because of Applejack’s other foreleg being draped over her eyes. And to Twilight's right, the Cakes had their hooves to her maws, Mrs. Cake’s eyes ping-ponging between Applejack and Pinkie as if unsure who to help first.
In a subversion, considering what Pinkie had told her about Rarity, the fashionista was attending to a fainted Fluttershy. That buttery pegasus was draped across the fainting couch, the gouges in the floor a testament to how fast Rarity had had to drag it to meet her falling form.
“Ah.” Maud was, for once, at a loss at what to say. Stretching a hoof along her own messy mane, she cradled Pinkie closer to her. “Besides this, Mrs. Cake, how is your evening?”
“L-looking up Maud. Considering how… devoted you are to raising Pinkie’s... spirits.” Then Mrs. Cake turned to her husband, and her face twisted. “Though I’d be happier if my husband wasn’t acting like he got through a Running of the Leaves!” Sheepishly smiling at the Pie siblings, she dragged the drooling Mr. Cake back through the door, nearly bowling over Applejack in the process.
Pinkie, almost as red as the fireplace on the floor below them, turned to Maud herself. “Sooooo… maybe we pipe it down the next go-round, Maudie?”
Maud stared at her, then shrugged. Behind her, Twilight swayed on her feet, close to fainting herself before Rarity's magic caught her.
“Maybe.”