Anon x Mrs. Cake Greentext

 

 

>Sugarcube Corner

>The only two there are you and Mrs. Cake; Pinkie and Mr. Cake are out collecting supplies.

>She constantly shoots you glances coquettishly as you help her sort stock, just short enough so that you only catch them from out the corner of your eye.

>Everytime you turn to put something in a cupboard, you feel that she's looking at you--staring at you, in fact.

 

"Uh... Mrs. Cake?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you keep... Staring at me?"

 

>She sheepishly blushes, turning to offer a weak, skittish grin.

>You smile back.

 

"Well... I was just... Admiring your... Buttocks, dear. They're... Oh~"

 

>It's your turn to grin sheepishly and blush; had she really just been staring at your ass the whole time?

>In that moment you share a glance, and both know immediately that you both feel the same way about one another.

>She slowly approaches you, and you lean down to level your heads, slowly drawing into a shy kiss.

>As you start to feel your tongue enter her mouth, your hormones take control and you start greedily french kissing the older mare, moaning down her throat.

 

"Sit on my face. Please sit on my face, Mrs. Cake."

 

>You lie down in preparation, and the slowly moistening Mrs. Cake stands over you, slowly squatting down until her full weight is spread over your body.

>As much as it feels like she's crushing your lungs with her mere heaviness, you can't help but enjoy it.

>Her two flabby buttocks are spilling over your face, your nose almost crammed inside the tight cleftal crevice.

>As she gets comfortable and smooshes her fat ass over your face, you experience a surge of strong sexual pleasure, now sporting a truly vertical erection.

>You suddenly begin to hear a fairly lengthy muffled grumble coming from inside her, the deep borborygmi catching you off guard a little.

 

"Ohh~ Um... Anon... I don't know if this is the best idea.."

 

>Before you can ask why, she goes to get up off you, but in shifting her frame the yielding pillows of ass forced up against your face tremble hard, a spluttering, bubbling sort of groan involuntarily discharging from them.

>You have about two seconds to realise she just farted on your face before a fetid, rotting, malodorous wind pierces your senses; worming its way over your cilia and inducing a reflex gag.

 

"Oh, no... I just knew this was going to happen. My stomach's been disagreeing with me all day. Must have been something I ate."

 

>If that was the case then she'd really need to consider changing her diet.

 

"No... It's fine--I actually like it."

"Like it?!"

 

>You nuzzle her big butt, the initial putridity of the gas having worn off.

>She simply doesn't know how to reply, just slowly sinking down back onto your chest in silence.

>You lie back and close your eyes, basking in what little iotas of fart are still lingering around your face.

>Within a few uncountable minutes, that same churning roar comes from her belly, which you take as a good sign, craning your head up as high as your neck will allow.

 

"You're sure about this? This one feels like it might be a little-"

 

>Her beautifully chubby plot cuts her off mid-sentence, bubbling up in a swampy, muggy humidity which glazes your face in sour fumes and likely moistens her perineum just a little.

 

"-Wet. Oh, my... Are you ok back there?"

"Just fine, Mrs. Cake."

 

>This one is a lot stronger and nastier than the last, but that doesn't deter you one bit.

>Reaching your hands to her rump you divide both plot cheeks, looking inside to her dark, quivering hole.

>You stretch out your tongue and take a huge lick at the bitter flavour of her asshole.

 

"That tickles, anon! Stop! Stop it!"

 

>You continue doing it just to hear her laugh, then forcibly rip a short little juicy bubble of gas down your throat.

>You recoil back and start coughing, but soon break into a fit of giggles.

 

"I did warn you!"

 

>She grins teasingly, jiggling her rear over your face.

 

"Your farts taste divine."

"Thank you, anon. I'm glad you like them.

"Maybe you should get a little more... Comfortable."

 

>She nods and shifts herself back even further until she's straddling your face, your head sucked into that stinking, vile abyss of her butt cheeks.

>Breathing is suddenly a lot harder to do, your nose and mouth blocked by her mammoth tush.

>You start to flail and scratch at her, your basic need for oxygen growing.

>To answer your needs, she muscles up and unleashes another miry braying fart over your face, which you don't hesitate to huff.

>It's hardly due substitute for oxygen, and it burns your lungs and eyes, but just inhaling something seems to replenish at least a little desperation.

>After giving the stench time to settle in your lungs, she hefts her ass and lets some air in, which you gulp down quickly and desperately.

>Even when you've taken a good few breaths of oxygen again, there's still a faint sense of her fart smell singed into your lungs, making every breath tainted with her musk just slightly.

 

"I'm starting to feel a lot better. I think I'm almost relieved."

 

>As sad as it is that she's nearly out of gas, the fact you've been able to sniff them in the first place is uplifting enough.

 

"Lie down on the floor. On your belly."

 

>She grunts and gets up, following your instructions by lying faced-down on the kitchen floor.

>Getting up from your position too, you decide to use her ass as a pillow, laying down onto one of her buttocks and using your hand to strike the other, watching that fat jiggle and ripple.

 

"I think this might be the last one I have, so make sure you make the most of it."

 

>You close your eyes and wait for the last morsels of her vapour to expel.

>Within a few moments a single low tone begins to ring out, still as saturated and bubbly as her last.

>You're almost impressed as it grows louder and wetter with every second it pumps out, and you take a deep whiff as it's still being released, immediately creaming your pants as it terminates with a loud squelch, worthy of a round of applause.

>Luckily her last fart is her stinkiest, and so remains swimming around for the longest time for you to sniff and drink in, going up-close to her sphincter to get a ripe sniff from the source.

>Just as you plant a final kiss on her butt, you both hear a sudden gasp.

>Mr. Cake and Pinkie are standing in the doorway, mouths agape.