You glance over the goodies Pinkie brought back from the bakery, trying to decide what to grab first. You and Rarity – nor any of your old girlfriends back home – ever really felt the need to introduce any 'extras' into your foreplay, so you're a little unsure where to start. Not that Pinkie's gifts were unwelcome, of course.

You stand up, wobbling still, and meander over to the cupboard, pulling out two small bowls and grab a couple pieces of paper towel from the roll on the counter. You set the bowls on the floor beside the condiments and lay the sheets beside the small plastic box the fruit came in. Once the bowls were full enough, you snatch up a strawberry and dip it in the chocolate. After a moment, you decide to treat Pinkie to the first berry. In all honesty, you're still a little enthralled at how apparently dexterous her tongue is and want to see more.

As the pink party pony lays back, Rarity sits up on an elbow and watches on intently. Her free hoof slowly makes its way between her hind legs as she looks your naked body over, daydreaming about what's to come shortly. You flash a quick wink her way and she playfully bites at you in return.

While you tease your girlfriend, you drag the berry up to Pinkie's lips, and she's more than happy to receive the sweet gift. She rolls her tongue around the red treat and slurps the chocolate off in a single go, but she doesn't stop there. With the flavor of syrup still lingering, she pokes and licks at the rounded tip, enjoying every last bit she can. Eventually, she grabs hold and slowly pulls the berry into her mouth, allowing you to guide it in for her. The pink mare smiles as she bites down and feels the sugary juices slide down her throat.

"More?" she pleads.

Grinning, you dip the next berry in the whip cream and feed it to her as before. This time, however, she gulps down the berry and swats the top away. Before you can react, she wraps her tongue around your finger and takes it into her mouth, sucking hungrily as a bit of remaining cream tickles. Your clench your teeth and your dick throbs in approval.

After torturing you for a bit, Pinkie lets go, much to your relief and, at the same time, disappointment. She smiles deviously as you reach for another berry and coat it in chocolate again. As much as you want to continue fooling around with Pinkie, you don't want to neglect your girlfriend.

You reach the few feet to the right and slide Rarity up beside her pink friend, making sure to keep her sitting in the same position with her hoof between her legs as best you can. She takes a breather and lets you bring the chocolate-covered fruit up to her lips. Scooping a dribble of syrup up with her tongue before it can fall, the fashionista brings the strawberry into her mouth and chews on it slowly, delicately. She looks at you sensually while she eats it and gives her lips a lick when she finishes.

"You girls are going to drive me crazy," you mutter.

"I think it's a little late for that," Pinkie chuckles.

Glancing downward, you nod sheepishly. "Eh, good point."

"Sure looks like one!"

The earth pony receives a playful backhand on her thigh for her silly joke. You shake your head and eye the can of whip cream. Grabbing it, you cover Pinkie's teats in the thick foam, making her twitch at the cool sensation, and set it back down. She giggles in anticipation as you lay on the floor and get comfortable.

It was odd at first, when you and Rarity started seeing each other, that you found her pony equivalent to breasts so near one of your other favorite parts since, well, you hadn't thought about such a thing before that fateful day at the spa. But, it was something you got over quick enough. They were just as fun to play with as a human girl's. Besides, you didn't have to move up and down her entire body if you didn't want to please her orally this way.

Now it was Pinkie's turn.

You grab her tightly by the hips and sloppily drag your tongue across her teats, smearing the cream all over her and leaving bits on your nose and chin. She sets her legs overtop your shoulders and squeals and giggles as you lick. With most of the whipped cream either slurped up or rubbed into her fur after only a few swings of your tongue, you decide that she deserves more direct attention.

Pinkie's nipples are easy enough to find; the cream was chilly and she is rather excited. You take one into your mouth and greedily suck on it, occasionally flicking your tongue around it, while an index and middle finger rub the other between them. Needing to taste its opposite, you switch places, this time slipping those two fingers inside her. As you poke gently into her hole and drag your tongue to her clit, her breathing intensifies.

"Mmm! Th-those fingers! Bet you really like them, huh, Rarity?" Pinkie squeaks out.

"I'd say 'you have no idea', darling, but I think you do now."

You don't hear the quick talk; you're far too focused on how wet your fingers were quickly becoming and on how sweet Pinkie tastes, probably thanks to years of ingesting more sugar on a daily basis than the rest of the town combined. Plus, it's probably the first time she's experienced anything like the digits probing her nethers. There just can't be any way a hoof would fit without it being rather painful, even for someone as...social...as Pinkie Pie was.

After a short while of orally pleasing the pink mare – as well as surviving a few bouts of her earth pony legs squeezing your head – she taps you on the head, quivering.

"I really gotta see how you taste, like, right now," she mutters, short of breath.

With a smirk, you stagger back to your feet, the effects of all the alcohol over the course of the night starting to heavily take its toll on you. Pinkie sits up as well and grabs the whipped cream, glancing over your dick eagerly before spraying it with a layer of thick, white foam. Several drops land on the floor, making Rarity wince a tad. You may have cleaned up after yourselves plenty of times, sure, but it was probably going to take a little more effort to get any stains left by the syrup or whipped cream off the floor if they happened to spill. Which some now had.

Tossing the cannister back to its companions, the pink mare drags her tongue up and down your erection, occasionally consuming it completely. The mix of a warm tongue slathering cool cream tickles your skin, but it still feels incredible nonetheless. Your eyes roll back and you smile deliriously as Pinkie sends her flexible tongue spiraling up and down the length of your shaft.

Not wanting to put a damper on the wild evening, Rarity forgets the mess dripping onto the floor and focuses on the object of her friend's desire. Though she gave you and Pinkie the okay to fool around, she was still getting jealous, pouting slightly as she watched you enjoy yourself. Finally deciding that she's waited enough, she rises to her hooves and leans in, nudging her pink friend a little out of the way.

Having done such a thing before, Pinkie quickly catches on to what your girlfriend wants, allowing her to slide her lips along one side of your cock while the party girl tends to the other. The remnants of the sugary cream – and probably the fact that she's now giving you some attention – makes Rarity moan happily. The two mares share a few lustful looks as they slurp and lick your member. Pinkie eventually disappears below, giving your lady a chance to devour you whole. A second later, the pink pony's tongue is felt flicking aggressively on your balls, making you clench up and bite your lip.

When she feels she's given your underside enough love, Pinkie Pie flops back onto the floor with her legs spread wide. The sudden thud is enough to get Rarity to stop and spin her head around at her crazy companion.

The pink ball of energy calls you by name, pointing at your manhood and then at her waiting slit. "Enough with the teasin', let's get to the pleasin'!" she giggles.

Now, such enthusiasm was a regular thing for you to see; Rarity was usually, well, raring to go when you weren't busy. Plus, being playful and teasing always made everything feel that much better. So, you correctly figure that Pinkie was going to blow a gasket when you grin evilly and take your lover by the shoulder instead, pleasantly surprising even her, and delicately lay her back down on the tile floor as you get on your knees.

"Hey, no fair! I'm the one asking for it!" Pinkie whines.

"Well, me and Rarity were, um, a little busy when you stopped by earlier this afternoon and we never got a chance to finish, soooo...yeah!"

"Ooo, you're being a Mr. Meanypants!"

"But I'm not wearing any pants," you reply as you guide your cock inside Rarity. Once you bottom out in her warm tunnel, you grab her by the hips and lift her rump up to yours.

"That makes it even worse!" Pinkie jokes while you aggressively thrust in and out of your girlfriend.

Rarity was already a little out of energy thanks to her pink friend bringing her to climax before, but she wasn't going to turn down feeling you inside her. It wasn't long at all before she was short of breath once more. It also didn't take much time for Pinkie to decide to jump in by grabbing the bottle of chocolate syrup and pouring some on Rarity's belly, tossing it unceremoniously off to the side. The resulting crash onto the floor made the bottle spray out a few gobs of chocolate, another mess to clean up.

"P-Pinkie!" she shrieks, suddenly torn between ecstasy and horror. "You're...ohh yes!...you're going to st-stain my coat!"

"Don't you worry, Rarity! I've gotten it out of my own plenty of times. But, for now..."

Without another word, the nutty mare attacks Rarity's sticky body, paying particular attention to her nipples. Your hot flesh inside her and the hungry lips feasting on her breasts almost make her forget to breathe. Up until now, even with how tonight had been going, she never had more than one pony – or person in your case – having their way with her at once, but she was loving every minute of it.

As Pinkie cleans your girlfriend's breasts in her own unique way, she can practically smell the wetness that's covering the penetrating cock only a few inches away from her. Once Pinkie is clearly aware of the erotic musk, she pauses her suckling to stare hungrily as you drive yourself inside Rarity's pussy. Eventually, she scoots up and tries to garner a taste of the juice saturating your dick while you please your panting girlfriend, though with limited results.

Finally frustrated with simply watching you, Pinkie gets to her hooves and bends over in front of you. Leaning down and flicking her poofy tail out of the way, she grabs her hips and exposes her glistening hole at you. "Come on now, don't you want some of Pinkie Pie's pink pie?" she asks with a wiggle of her rump.

"And I thought my jokes were bad," you quip.

However, she did succeed in grabbing your attention. You're not even really aware at first that you've stopped driving your cock into Rarity's sex. Make no mistake, you're enjoying yourself thoroughly with your lover on the floor right here. But, she did say you could take care of Pinkie earlier.

With a quick decision, you lean in and give the unicorn a long, amorous kiss – and get some of the syrup stuck on your stomach for your trouble – before setting her back down and switching partners. The quiet, disappointed whine she lets out almost makes you reconsider. Again though, the teasing is just a bonus!

Moving on your knees over to the pink mare, you grab hold of her tail with one hand and your dick with the other, sliding the tip up and down her lips. She squeals with anticipation, anxious to experience what her ivory friend has for several months now. You glance up and see her soft blue eyes lit up, looking back at you with excitement.

Grinning slyly at her, you plunge into her depths, tightly gripping onto her ass as you do. You knew she was going to be worked up but just how hot her pussy was astounding. Once you bottom out, you pause for a moment to savor the incredible warmth caressing you.

"Mmmm, yeah, you like that?" Pinkie teases.

"Uh huh..."

You begin to pump your hips back and forth, slowly and deliberately. It's been a long while since you felt another girl's pussy squeezing your dick and you were going to enjoy it. As you slide yourself in and out of the party girl, she's fast to spout her approval.

"Ohhh yeah! That's it, that's it! Mmmm mmmmmm mmmph! Oh Celestia, yeah, right there! Yeah! Yeah! Nnnngh!"

So, she's a talker. Not surprising.

A set of white hips suddenly bumps into Pinkie's, their owner showing off her own slit for you with her wavy, purple tail held to the side.

"Come on, sweetie, I need something in me."

How can you say 'no'? You let go of Pinkie's tail and switch hands. Honoring Rarity's request, you rub her slick entrance with a pair of fingers a few times and slip them inside her. Knowing how much she enjoys it, you then stroke her back door with your thumb. She hisses hard through her teeth as you prepare her and groans loudly when you finally sink your digit into her ass as deep as it'll go, her head and chest collapsing onto the floor.

You resume driving yourself into Pinkie's pussy while sinking those fingers into Rarity's holes. It takes a moment, but you manage to find a rhythm, moving your hips and wrist in unison. Both mares hum and moan in delight as you go. As her desire begins to spiral, Rarity grabs Pinkie and forces her tongue down her friend's throat. Though surprised at first, the bouncy mare happily reciprocates.

With being tended to as much as she had been, Rarity was already set to burst again when you started feeling her from the inside a few moments ago. Her heart was starting to race. Your fingers were becoming increasingly wet as the seconds passed. She breaks her heated kiss with Pinkie and gasps hard for breath, a thin trail of saliva falling from her lips. You stop your hips for a moment and give your girlfriend your full attention, slamming your fingers with reckless abandon. She grunts and pants louder and louder until she starts to cum again, making you hold your digits inside her as far as they'll go. Groaning in exhaustion, Rarity finally finishes and slides limply onto the floor.

"Oh yeah, that looked soooo good!" Pinkie raves, garnering a tired smile in response.

"Want one too?" you speak up, adding a single thrust.

"Mmhmm! I was hoping to try something, if that's okay."

"What'd you have in mind?"

"I only tried it one time with a stallion before, and it really really hurt cuz stallions are kind of, well, big. A lot bigger than you. No offense."

Shrugging, you reply, "No, I know. It's just the way it is."

"Yeah. I mean, I've done it here and there with mares and their toys and stuff, but it just can't be the same as the real thing."

"Are you talking about I think you're talking about?"

"I don't know. What do you think it is?" she asks, smiling at you sheepishly.

Raising a curious eyebrow and smiling coyly, you pull your meat from Pinkie's wet hole and lightly slap its head against her asshole. She nods enthusiastically, jumping a bit with each little poke and brush of your dick.

It wasn't unheard of for Rarity to want you to do such a thing from time to time, so you had no problem with the idea in the least. Now, her friend was asking for it. Yeah, this night just keeps getting better and better.

Fortunately, with your cock being as lubricated as it was thanks to Pinkie's warm tunnel, you've already greased her up a bit, what with caressing her puckering exit for the last couple minutes. You lift her tail out of the way and gently guide your tip in. It's not as difficult to penetrate Pinkie's anus as it was your girlfriend's when she let you the first time. But, she did say she's enjoyed such a thing several times before.

Little by little, you push your way inside her, taking your time so as not to hurt her. Every inch you plunge deeper makes Pinkie moan softly, the feeling of hot flesh instead of rubber or latex a welcome change to the mare.

You release Pinkie's tail and grab tightly onto her cheeks, spreading them wide and forcing the last traces of your manhood into her. After bottoming out, you gradually pull your hips back, sliding your dick out almost completely, and bury your dick in the pink pony's ass once again. She was beginning to sweat heavily, making it that much easier on you to slam yourself inside her. With each new crash of your hips together, Pinkie starts getting vocal again, growling through her teeth.

"Ngh! Goddess! Yeah! Mmm! Mmmph! Right! There! Yeah! Harder! Harder! Oh! Yeah!"

With Pinkie's raunchy cheerleading and how incredible her ass felt gripping your cock, it's long before you feel your shaft start to throb. You squeeze the mare's hips even harder.

"Mmm! Pinks, I'm gonna cum!"

"Ohh, don't pull out! Mmmmph!"

"Ah God, yeah! ....Nnnnngh!"

You hold your dick deep inside her when the time comes, your hot, sticky load filling her cavity. Pinkie spasms uncontrollably as you finish, panting at the top of her lungs. She had never felt such an amazing sensation, electric waves of euphoria lighting up every nerve in her body. Once she stops shaking, the worn-out mare slumps onto the floor, staring back at her white friend in a haze while a warm trail of cum drips from her hole and onto the floor. Similarly, you fall back off your knees and onto your ass, completely spent.

"Ohhhh wow..." she mumbles, causing you to laugh.

After a moment, a roll of paper towels, sparkling and glowing a faint blue, floats over to you. Taking it weakly in your hand, you make eye contact with your unicorn lover. She giggles happily, though still beat from the evening's workout, and you chuckle right back.

Pinkie laid to your left, spread eagle on her back and staring contently into space. Rarity sat to your right, her energy slowly catching up with her. A large wad of paper towels, covered in various sticky fluids, was stuffed into the garbage can next to the counter. The bowls were set in the sink and the sweet treats placed back in Pinkie's saddlebag. You're probably going to have to mop where the syrup spilled, but what you hear from your girlfriend tells you that that will have to wait.

"Whew, what a mess we made. Ugh, and just look at me, covered in chocolate. This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my coat," she whines.

"Nah! I told you, Rarity," Pinkie chimes in, "I've gotten chocolate on my fur plenty of times. I'll help you get it out no problem!"

"I hope so. Oh yes, I almost forgot, dear. Um...not a word of what happened here tonight leaves this room, okay? I'd appreciate it if this was kept just between us."

"I understand. Won't say a word. Pinkie Promise!" she states, poking herself in the eye for good measure.

"Thanks. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, hon?" Rarity asks, looking at you.

"Naw, I know."

Smiling, she adds, "I...have to admit, that was...a lot of fun. I'm surprised I enjoyed it as much as I did. Maybe because we're all a little drunk or something, I don't know. But still..."

"Would you be interested in doing this again some time?" Pinkie asks eagerly.

"What about Last Call?"

"If it doesn't work out with him," she clarifies.

You and Rarity exchange a glance. You weren't about to answer such a question. A 'yes' could sound too enthusiastic, thus running the risk of angering your girlfriend, and a 'no' would most certainly hurt Pinkie's feelings, given how close she and Rarity are, plus she may get the impression you were just using her or something even though you know you weren't. No, this was for Rarity to answer.

"I don't know, Pinkie. We'll think about it, alright?"

"Sounds good!"

Sighing to yourself in relief, you take a quick look around to see what else you could clean up in the meantime. Unfortunately, that peace of mind was shattered in an instant when the most sobering sound in the world came from the laundry room.

The door slammed closed and a squeaky voice rang out, "Rarity, you home? Do you know if...I..."

Sweetie Belle sat there frozen, staring in bewilderment at the scene in front of her. Horror was written all over all three of your faces and you pray she just turns around and leaves. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be happening. Her curious green eyes meet yours and you can feel your face turning red. That is, until your pants crash into your head and you bundle them up in your lap.

"Errr, what's going on?"

"Well uh...y'see...Rarity, help."

"We were, umm...bakiiiiing a pie!"

The filly seems unconvinced. "A pie?"

"A cream pie!" Pinkie giggles.

"What?!" Rarity shrieked.

Oh God, she didn't...

"Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah! I stopped by to show them this new recipe and...ummm...."

"There was, err...an accident, dear."

"Yeah! I kinda maybe sorta put something together wrong and it, err...blew up! Yep! Got chocolate and stuff all over the place, haha!"

"That's exactly it. We were just finishing cleaning up and we decided to...to take a break!"

The little mare looks over the kitchen, spying the paper-filled garbage can. Good, their ridiculous story seems to finally be working. Now, why wasn't she leaving?!

"Oh. Okay." She stares at you again. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Ugh, she had to ask that. Come on, come on, think!

"Uh...why aren't you?"

...You're an idiot.

"Uh, we don't normally wear clothes. You do. Soooo, why aren't you?"

"When the pie burst, he got stains all over his clothes. We just haven't gotten a chance to put them in the laundry yet!" Pinkie explains.

"Oh. That makes sense."

"Why are you here at this hour anyway, Sweetie? It's rather late."

"I think I left one of my school books here the other day in the guest room. I was hoping to pick it up after school, but the place was locked up, so I spent the day with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo at Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack and Apple Bloom were walking us home cuz it was starting to get late. I asked if we could check to see if you were home yet on the way back, and...you know," the filly nervously explains.

"Err, listen kiddo, would it be possible for you to stop by tomorrow? Now's just kind of...not a good time," you plead.

"If it's my history book, I sort of need it. We were assigned to do a history report for Monday."

"Look, um...if you head on home now, or like, head to one of your friend's places and maybe convince them to spend the night or help them work on theirs or something, I'll do your homework for you this weekend, okay?" you offer the young pony. Anything to get her to go, please!

She lights up at the idea for a second only to glare curiously at you. "Really? Even my history report?"

"Uh huh!"

"But, what do you know about Equestrian history? You're not from around here."

Clever girl.

"I'll have Rarity help me!" You can suddenly feel an angry set of eyes drilling into the back of your head. You know she has some work orders to take of tomorrow! "I'll even make sure to leave you some time to copy everything down so you don't hand in anything with someone else's handwriting...hoofwriting...you know what I mean."

"Seriously? Okay, sure!"

Sweetie Belle runs past you and up to her big sister, and she magically lifts the saddlebag from her back. She goes to give Rarity a hug but is politely declined. "Oh, I'd rather you didn't get any syrup on your beautiful coat, Sweetie."

"Heh, good idea. Thanks again, Rarity!"

The little Crusader receives a nuzzle on her cheek and runs past you and Pinkie, wishing you all a good night. The door opens and slams closed, leaving you, Rarity and Pinkie to sigh loudly in relief.

"Thank you for adding on to the pile of things I have to do this weekend," an annoyed Rarity growls at you.

"Sorry, hon. I didn't know what else to do."

"It's alright," she sighs, pulling out her sister's papers and going over her notes. "I mean, it's an elementary school assignment. How hard could it...possibly...be?"

As her irritation grew, she stops, calmly puts the papers back and sets the pack on one of the dining room chairs.

"Well, I suppose we may have to make a stop at the library tomorrow too."

"I'll go take care of that if it needs to be done," you mutter shamefully.

"I know you will."

"Relax, guys! Everything will be fine!" Pinkie says, hopping to her hooves. "You know what would help right now? A nice, hot shower. It'll help you both start getting cleaned up a bit, too! Come on, I'll race you upstairs! ThreetwooneGO!" In a puff of smoke, the pink pony zips out of the room. "I win!"

You shrug at your lover and smile. "Probably not a bad idea. I am glad you had fun tonight though, hon."

"Me too," she says, returning a grin.

You extend a hand toward the hallway that led to the staircase, offering to escort her to the shower. "After you, my dear."

"Oh, such a gentleman!"

The sound of Sweetie Belle's approaching hoofsteps make her fellow Crusaders, as well as Applejack, aware of her return. She happily trots up to the group and they continue their trek to Sweetie's house, talking and playing, until Applejack notices something odd.

"Hey, Sweetie Belle, didn't ya have a saddlebag when ya went in?"

"Uh huh. Rarity's friend said they'd take care of my homework for me this weekend, so I left it with them. He suggested maybe I spend the night with somepony tonight or tomorrow and help them with theirs if they wanted."

"I don't think my parents would have a problem with that, but it's probably too late for me tonight. Tomorrow should be okay," Scootaloo says.

"Could we tomorrow night, sis?"

"Shoot, Ah don't see why not. But, don't think that Ah'm gonna be doin' any of your homework for ya."

"Alright!"

"Cool!" Sweetie Belle cheers. "Still, I just wish I knew exactly why they were acting so weird tonight."

"What do you mean?" the little pegasus asks.

"Pinkie was there and it looked like they were cleaning up a mess or something."

"Sugarcube, when Pinkie Pie's involved, there's probably going to be some kind of mess that needs cleanin'," Applejack interrupts. "That is a bit peculiar that she'd be stoppin' by so late."

"That's not just it, though. It felt like they were trying to get me out of the house as fast as possible."

"Why in tarnation would they do that?"

Without hesitation, the unicorn blurts, "I think they wanted to get back to having sex."

Applejack stops dead in her tracks, her jaw suddenly on the floor. "What?!"

"Is that all?"

"Sheesh, adults are weird."

Author's Notes:

Hope you enjoy the very tiniest of rewrites at the end there. Switching cake to pie is much more comedic.