Three Nights of Pink

 

Written by F.D. Meister

(Incomplete)

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~Night One~

It was evening in Ponyville, Mr. and Mrs. Carrot were working to finish up in their bakery. Pinkie Pie was in the back of the bakery, putting the babies to sleep by placing a light cover over each of them and then kissing them goodnight. 

Mrs. Cake went to get some rest to take care of the twins in the morning. Mr. Cake wanted to get some rest also but decided that he should stay up a little longer for any late customers.

He stood, leaning on the table counter near the cash register. After staying there for a little, his eyes became heavy, and he began to snore. After the third snore, his eyes had shot open and had stood erect. He then smiled.

"My, I must really tired. I guess selling those three large cake orders and dashing from city to city had me really beat."

Mr. Cake dropped his head onto the table, looking straight to the door. His still felt heavy from the labours of the day. His eyelids began to slide down shut when he saw something come between his view of the door.

His eyes widened. He lifted up his head upon seeing such a perfectly round and plump booty. His heart raced looking up to see who was this beautiful woman that was stationed in front of him for his to even behold.

"Pinkie Pie?!" Mr. Cake said in a bit of shock. 

"Yes, Mr. Cake?" Pinkie said, turning around, and Mr. Cake watching her large breasts bounce up and down in her white apron. Her eyes, blue yet so innocent and so inviting. Smiling she continued, "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh no, nothing is wrong. I just thought you would be sleeping by now. I-I mean don't you want to sleep, Pinkie?" Mr. Cake said, scratching his head.

"No, not really," Pinkie Pie replied. She moved away from the door and over to a nearby wooden table. She then sat in one of the chairs and turned to him. Her pink hair came down over her right eye. "I thought maybe I should help you out, you know? Since you were out selling cakes all day today, I couldn't just sleep, having you keep the bakery open this late and not help you. I would feel horrible." Pinkie folded her arms below her breasts and moved a little from side to side. 

Mr. Cake couldn't say no to what she said, neither was he able to say that he could handle it. He was distracted by the swaying of her assets. He quickly shook his head and looked at her with a bit of a frown. 

"Alright Pinkie, but I'll be closing it in fifteen minutes. So if you want to go to sleep, you can." Mr. Cake went away from the cash register and walked over to a table not far from Pinkie.

"Okay!" Pinkie said, placing one arm on the table and lifting her foot onto the top of the table and relaxed. "Well I'll just sit here and whenever you need me I'm here, kay?"

"Alright." Mr. Cake said, looking down at the wooden floor. His cheeks began to burn a bright red, staring at the floor. 

He focused his attention to the window for a few minutes, and no one came by. He then looked up at the ceiling. Mr. Cake had breathed in and out, trying his best to keep his thoughts clear, but all he could have thought of was pink.

Her hair, boobs, and booty were all on his mind, and he couldn't shake those thoughts about her off. 

The time finally came for him to close up the bakery for the night. He got up and looked over at Pinkie Pie.

"Okay, I'm off to bed now, Pinkie. Could you just turn the sign post around and take off the lights for me? I gotta wake up in the morning for our customers," he said turning around.

"Okie Dokie Lokie, Mr. Cake!" Pinkie Pie shot up from her chair. She dashed around the room, quickly turning the sign post around to the bakery then being closed for the night and flicking off the lights of the dining area.

She then ran passed him as she said, "Nighty Night!" Pinkie closed her room door. 

Mr.Cake scratched his head for a moment, "Did she really?" He turned back and saw only a dark entrance behind him. "Guess she did," he said, continuing to the master room where he and Mrs. Cake had slept.

He stopped in front of the room door and turned the knob, stepping inside to sleep with his wife. Mr. Cake took off his apron and stretched his entire body before dashing onto his bed, meeting his wife who looked peaceful in her rest. 

He laid on his back, and his arms crossed behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. 

Mr. Cake's thoughts did not flow on calm waters like other nights. All he could think about was her. Pinkie Pie's body was so perfect, so smooth, and so fine. His imagination ran wild.

He thought about what it would be like to put his hands around her waist and to clench the her perfectly round and beautifully sculptured rear. He pondered the idea of looking into her joyful blue eyes and to kiss her while cupping his hands under her soft breast. 

All these wilds thoughts danced around in his mind until his eyes became heavy, and he finally went sleep.

~Night Two~

Mr. and Mrs. Cake came back from another long day of making five cake deliveries, two being large cakes for two weddings.

Mrs. Cake kissed him on his cheek and said, "Goodnight, dear. Are you going to watch the bakery again tonight?"

"Yes dear, I am," Mr. Cake responded with a smile, looking into her pink eyes. He wanted to look into her beautiful eyes some more but thoughts of Pinkie Pie and her assets flooded his mind, and he looked away to the cash register.  

Mrs. Cake turned and walked off and began in the direction of their bedroom and said, "Remember we have more big orders to sell in the morning."

"Okay, dear," Mr. Cake said, leaning on the polished counter. He sighed being generally tired of his long day of making deliveries.

Pinkie Pie suddenly walked out from behind him with a sexy white apron. His eyes averted down at her booty and watched her cheeks sway from side to side. His hands wanted to grab hold of them to squeeze as she passed by, but he quickly brought his hands to his face, latching onto his cheeks.

"Goodnight, Pinkie," Mr. Cake said, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. 

She turned to him and smiled, "Hello, Mr. Cake! How are you today? You look really tired."

"Yeah, that's me alright," Mr. Cake responded, dropping his head down to what he thought was the polished counter but was really soft. His eyes were closed, but he knew something wasn't feeling right. He moved his hand towards the soft, pillow-like place his head was on.

His fingers gripped what felt to him like a woman's nipples. Mr.Cake's eyes shot open and realized that he was resting on Pinkie's boobs.

"Uh, Mr. Cake are you feeling okay tonight? You seem to be really tired."

Mr. Cake quickly reel back, looking at Pinkie. He pulled his hand back from feeling her chest, placed it behind his back, and smiled, his face burning red. "Wow, really sorry Pinkie. I was just-"

"Just what?" Pinkie said, looking and blinking away at him with her innocent blue eyes.

"Just.. just. I'm just tired tonight, Pinkie." Mr.Cake looked at the clock and realized it was almost midnight. "I think will close up soon, like maybe in five minutes or so."

"Okay!" Pinkie said. "I'll just do some sweeping around and then we'll close it up. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good," Mr. Cake said, walking over to grab a seat. Just then a guy had walked into the store. 

"Very sorry for coming to guys so late. I'm came to pick up my order of one large custard pie?"

Mr.Cake quickly walked over to the place where all the finished orders were on display. "What is your order number, sir?" 

The gentleman in his black coat walked up to the counter and said, "Number forty-two."

"Alright, here you go. One custard pie, sir. That would be twenty-five dollars please."

The gentleman gave him the money and exited the bakery, paying Pinkie Pie no mind.

Mr. Cake looked over at her, "Could you turn the sign on the door, Pinkie? I don't want anyone else coming in."

Pinkie smiled and ran over to the door, quickly turning the sign around to the bakery being closed. She then ran back, grabbed the broom, and began to sweep around.

"Might want to be quick, Pinkie. I want to close up real soon."

"Okay, Mr. Cake. I'll be sure to go as fast as I can." Pinkie swept the corners of the dining area. He watched her move and sway her hips. It was almost as if he was watching her doing a seductive salsa dance using the broom across the room.

Mr. Cake took a seat at one of the tables and relaxed while she finished up. When had neared him, she came up behind him and decided to have a little fun with him.

He was sleeping away, his head leaned back, facing up at the ceiling. She bit down her lip as she cupped her breasts and placed them down on his face. Pinkie stood there and waited patiently, letting out a few giggles

"Hmmm!" Mr. Cake mumbled, swaying his arms madly. Pinkie quickly moved back to let him get some air, and she giggled some more.  

"Pinkie," Mr. Cake said, giving her the glare. "Are you done sweeping?"

"Of course, Mr. Cake," Pinkie smiled and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Come on. Lighten up. Can tired and tensed all the time. It's a person cranky after while."

"Yeah, you're right," he said, thinking a bit on what she said. "Let's head off to bed. I have to be up for my early morning customers."

"Okay, yeah I have to be up to babysit the twins, so I'll be off. Goodnight!" Pinkie dashed through the room turned off all the lights and racing into her, leaving Mr.Cake in the dark. 

"...Goodnight, Pinkie."

He enjoyed the strawberry scent she left in his nose. He got up from his chair, excited the dining area, and walked down the hall towards his bedroom when he heard some strange sounds coming from a door not too far from where he stood.

"What is that sound?" Mr. Cake had said to himself nearing the twins bedroom, but they were sound asleep when he peaked inside to how they were doing.

The strange sounds were getting louder and louder as he neared the last door in the hallway. He heard moaning sounds, standing in front of the door.

"Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh yes, mmph, mmph, mmph mmph."

Mr. Cake heard Pinkie Pie have an orgasm, hearing some liquid sprayed down onto the wooden floor. He quickly turned around and tip toed back to his bedroom. He felt his penis begin to erect when he stepped into the bedroom.

He saw his wife, sleeping away and decided to join her in her sleep for the rest of the night. He went to the bed and tried his best to keep his thoughts clear of her and what he heard tonight.

~Night Three~

Mr. and Mrs. Cake were back at the bakery from a long day out selling cake products to different customers abroad. Mrs. Cake, worned and tired, she went...

(To be continued...)