She'd love to give one of her friends a sur...
Ultimate Human in Equestria Story
Chapter 25
Pinkie Pie was no stranger to getting down with her friends. In the small rural hamlet of Ponyville, where viable unattached stallions (and even some who were married) were somewhat of a rare commodity, it wasn't uncommon for some mares to pair up whensoever they felt the itch between their legs calling to them, especially during the spring and summer months.
A lot of mares were bisexual, whether by choice or necessity, and mostly viewed the act as both natural and expected.
Pinkie, herself, had participated in multiple sexual encounters with her close friends in her time since coming here, and also with Mrs. Cake on occasion when she wasn't busy with her own marriage. Mr. Cake had also stretched and filled her party balloon on request and was happy to do so despite being in a committed relationship. It was just one of the many perks of working for the Cakes.
Her employer had offered to allow Pinkie to join her herd on several occasions, to which she always had gently but firmly declined.
When asked why she gave the answer that she enjoyed her current station in life and though she greatly enjoyed the company of children, she wasn't sure she was able to commit to the task of raising any foals just yet. Having to babysit their two young foals had seen to that. Trying (and failing) to chase after the Cake twins gave her a harsh lesson in humility and made her more introspective and thoughtful about her future. She had a lot of growing up to do before she was ready to have kids...
...At least, that was the way that she used to think. As it turns out, being blessed with a male horsecock can do a lot to change one's perspective. Lurid thoughts constantly crept in whenever she looked at the forms of other mares, particularly their breasts and backsides. The scent of a mare in heat got her blood pumping and fueled the fires way down below. Is this how stallions felt all the time? Just a neverending They probably had a lot of time to get a handle on it since colthood, but to her it was a struggle to keep concentration.
When Pinkie bounded into the kitchen she immediately saw Mrs. Cake at the dinner table, feeding Pound in a highchair.
"Good morning Mrs. Cake!" she chirped.
Upon hearing Pinkie's voice, the baker mare turned to smile at her and gave her a little wave. "Oh, good morning Pinkie. You're in good spirits as always. I trust that you had pleasant dreams?"
Pinkie beamed at her. "Yepperoony. I had a really nice dream last night, though this time it didn't last very long. It was one of those really feel good type of things, you know? Like butterflies in your chest."
She made a wooshing sound and pushed her arms from her breasts to demonstrate.
"That's nice dear. Always nice to hear that you're doing well. Open up for mommy, sweetie," Mrs. Cake replied absentmindedly as she guided yet another spoonful of food into Pound's waiting mouth. The little colt happily burbled at the offering and swallowed it down. Mrs. Cake cooed in response and ruffled her fingers through his hair. Pound giggled as she gently tapped his nose with the spoon. "Yes, that's mommy's good little colt. You're gonna grow so big and strong."
Pinkie watched this exchange and felt an odd feeling in her chest that she couldn't fully describe. It was almost the same type of feeling she had when she awoke from the dream she had last night. It filled her head with a haze of lust and want; the kind of want that she only ever felt when she was in heat. Beneath her clothes she felt the little dragon inside her dress stir.
Her mouth felt suddenly dry and full of cotton. She swallowed dryly, then licked her lips to restore some form of moisture. She needed to find a willing hole with which to relieve herself, or she feared that was going to burst.
Pinkie crossed her legs, and blinked hard.
She audibly cleared her throat before she asked, "Say, Mrs. Cake, do you think that I might be able to take some time off? To take care of some personal business, I mean. It won't take very long, I promise."
Cup Cake gave her a knowing look and a gentle smile. She knew what Pinkie was implying, even if she didn't want to come out and say it. It was that time of year, after all, and a mare is sometimes beholden to her instincts.
"Take all the time you need, dearie. If you find a stallion and bring him back here then we'll be sure to give you some privacy while you're together. Just be sure to lock up the place when you're done."
Pinkie blushed heavily at the implication in her words and shielded her muzzle from view. Gosh, this must be what it feels like to be Fluttershy. "W-well, it's not exactly like that, I'm just going to be with one of my friends for a little while..."
"Either way, you have my support. I think that you've earned some time off. Carrot and I can take it from here."
A relieved smile graced Pinkie's lips and she allowed herself to relax. She really did have one of the best employers in town, if not all of Equestria. That really took all the burdens off of her mind.
"Thank you!" she quipped, then immediately set off toward the front door. Her mind was already on who she would spend some "personal" time together.
(Who will she choose?)
A lot of mares were bisexual, whether by choice or necessity, and mostly viewed the act as both natural and expected.
Pinkie, herself, had participated in multiple sexual encounters with her close friends in her time since coming here, and also with Mrs. Cake on occasion when she wasn't busy with her own marriage. Mr. Cake had also stretched and filled her party balloon on request and was happy to do so despite being in a committed relationship. It was just one of the many perks of working for the Cakes.
Her employer had offered to allow Pinkie to join her herd on several occasions, to which she always had gently but firmly declined.
When asked why she gave the answer that she enjoyed her current station in life and though she greatly enjoyed the company of children, she wasn't sure she was able to commit to the task of raising any foals just yet. Having to babysit their two young foals had seen to that. Trying (and failing) to chase after the Cake twins gave her a harsh lesson in humility and made her more introspective and thoughtful about her future. She had a lot of growing up to do before she was ready to have kids...
...At least, that was the way that she used to think. As it turns out, being blessed with a male horsecock can do a lot to change one's perspective. Lurid thoughts constantly crept in whenever she looked at the forms of other mares, particularly their breasts and backsides. The scent of a mare in heat got her blood pumping and fueled the fires way down below. Is this how stallions felt all the time? Just a neverending They probably had a lot of time to get a handle on it since colthood, but to her it was a struggle to keep concentration.
When Pinkie bounded into the kitchen she immediately saw Mrs. Cake at the dinner table, feeding Pound in a highchair.
"Good morning Mrs. Cake!" she chirped.
Upon hearing Pinkie's voice, the baker mare turned to smile at her and gave her a little wave. "Oh, good morning Pinkie. You're in good spirits as always. I trust that you had pleasant dreams?"
Pinkie beamed at her. "Yepperoony. I had a really nice dream last night, though this time it didn't last very long. It was one of those really feel good type of things, you know? Like butterflies in your chest."
She made a wooshing sound and pushed her arms from her breasts to demonstrate.
"That's nice dear. Always nice to hear that you're doing well. Open up for mommy, sweetie," Mrs. Cake replied absentmindedly as she guided yet another spoonful of food into Pound's waiting mouth. The little colt happily burbled at the offering and swallowed it down. Mrs. Cake cooed in response and ruffled her fingers through his hair. Pound giggled as she gently tapped his nose with the spoon. "Yes, that's mommy's good little colt. You're gonna grow so big and strong."
Pinkie watched this exchange and felt an odd feeling in her chest that she couldn't fully describe. It was almost the same type of feeling she had when she awoke from the dream she had last night. It filled her head with a haze of lust and want; the kind of want that she only ever felt when she was in heat. Beneath her clothes she felt the little dragon inside her dress stir.
Her mouth felt suddenly dry and full of cotton. She swallowed dryly, then licked her lips to restore some form of moisture. She needed to find a willing hole with which to relieve herself, or she feared that was going to burst.
Pinkie crossed her legs, and blinked hard.
She audibly cleared her throat before she asked, "Say, Mrs. Cake, do you think that I might be able to take some time off? To take care of some personal business, I mean. It won't take very long, I promise."
Cup Cake gave her a knowing look and a gentle smile. She knew what Pinkie was implying, even if she didn't want to come out and say it. It was that time of year, after all, and a mare is sometimes beholden to her instincts.
"Take all the time you need, dearie. If you find a stallion and bring him back here then we'll be sure to give you some privacy while you're together. Just be sure to lock up the place when you're done."
Pinkie blushed heavily at the implication in her words and shielded her muzzle from view. Gosh, this must be what it feels like to be Fluttershy. "W-well, it's not exactly like that, I'm just going to be with one of my friends for a little while..."
"Either way, you have my support. I think that you've earned some time off. Carrot and I can take it from here."
A relieved smile graced Pinkie's lips and she allowed herself to relax. She really did have one of the best employers in town, if not all of Equestria. That really took all the burdens off of her mind.
"Thank you!" she quipped, then immediately set off toward the front door. Her mind was already on who she would spend some "personal" time together.
(Who will she choose?)
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June 2, 2023
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