A Piece of Cake

>Mrs. Cake is your dream pony.

>You're not afraid to admit it.

>You're not even upset that she's married with kids.

>That's the fun.

>The challenge.

>Every day you go to Sugar Cube Corner in hopes that you may speak to her.

>It's why you're even friends with Pinkie Pie.

>Why you made Mr. Cake your drinking buddy.

>He has no clue.

>Today you go to the shop.

>Pinkie Pie is working the counter.

>You slink over and greet her.

>"Hi Anon! I'm SO happy you're here! Today is Mr. Cake's birthday!"

>You know.

"Listen Pinkie, I have some tickets to the amusement park in Canterlot. I want you to take Mr. Cake out with his children for a good time. What do ya say?"

>She looks at the tickets, "what about Mrs. Cake?"

>You wave the tickets.

"Someone has to run this place, right?"

>She smiles, "that's right! You're super nice Anon! I'll go tell the Cakes right now!"

 

>A half hour later, you watch Pinkie Pie leave with Mr. Cake and the children.

>You wave.

"Have a good time!"

>Wasting no time, you slip into the back kitchen.

>Mrs. Cake is working on rolling out some dough.

>You silently step up behind her.

>Leaning down, you whisper into her ear.

"Need some help with that ma'am?"

>She jumps and her plump flanks press back into your groin.

 

 

>She looks back and flushes.

>"Oh Anon! You scared the daylights out of me!"

>You smirk.

"Need any help? I know it's only you here."

>She smiles and shakes her head, "Oh I couldn't ask for your time dear, I'm not that busy."

>She goes back to rolling her dough.

>You walk over and pick up a pan of unfrosted cupcakes.

"What about this?"

>She eyes the sweets, "Pinkie Pie was supossed to finish those... Do you really want to work, Anon?"

>You lean over and speak with a deep voice.

"I REALLY want to work Mrs. Cake."

>She laughs, "such a dear. Alright, frost those however you want."

>You pick up a bag of green frosting while Mrs. Cake goes back to work.

>Getting an idea, you squirt some frosting onto your nose.

"Hey Mrs. Cake, what colors do you think I should use?"

>She looks up at you and giggles.

>"Anon, you're so funny!"

>You act surprised.

>"What do you mean?"

>She walks over to you and wipes the frosting off your nose with a hoof, "frosting on your nose."

>You grab her hoof and bring it to your mouth.

>You lick the frosting from her hoof slowly, staring into her eyes the whole time.

>She looks dumbstruck and blushes.

>"A-Anon, what are you... What are you doing?"

>You let go of her hoof and smirk.

"Just making cupcakes, Mrs. Cake. Isn't that what you want?"

>She blushes deeper and goes back to her dough.

>"Y-yes please..."

 

 

>This is the reaction you hoped for.

>You watch her roll out the dough.

>Her legs strain to press down and you watch her flanks jiggle each time she goes forward.

>Some of your frosting squirts out from you squeezing too hard.

"Damn."

>Mrs. Cake looks over, "what was that?"

>You set the tube of frosting down and walk over to her.

"Nothing. Are you having some trouble with that?"

>You reach around her and take her hooves, using them to push out the dough.

>Mrs. Cake stutters, "Anon I-I can handle it."

>Your crotch presses against her juicy ass each time you roll forward.

>You breathe into her ear.

"I want to help you Mrs. Cake. You don't need to work so hard."

>She remains silent as you rock your bodies back and forth.

>She doesn't stop you from dry humping her.

>In fact, it feels like she's pressing her cheeks back into you each time you roll back.

>You can hear her starting to breathe heavier.

>Your cock hurts, confined in your jeans.

>Mrs. Cake whispers, "Anon... I'm married..."

>You press your caged cock a little harder into her, making her gasp.

"Mr. Cake is off enjoying himself right now. I'm sure he wouldn't mind me making cakes with you."

>You roll back and forth a few more times, Mrs. Cake letting you grind into her.

>She rubs her head back on your chest and arches her back, driving her ass up over your cock.

>"Please forgive me darling..."

 

 

>Wasting no time, you flip Mrs. Cake.

>Her eyes are wild as you press her back to the counter.

>"Anon! I'm married!"

>She says this, yet her hooves are gripping your belt.

"I know."

>You lean down and take her chin between your fingers.

"Do you know why I come here every day Mrs. Cake? Every DAMN day?"

>She shakes her head, never taking her eyes away from yours.

>Her breath comes in short rasping pants.

>You reach down and grab her ass.

>The flesh envelops your hand like you're pressing into a pillow.

>She slides on the counter, yipping like a puppy.

"This. This is why I come here."

>She flushes and looks down at your cock pressing into her belly.

>"Y-you can't seriously find me attractive. I've had two foals! And- and I'm a pony!"

>You silence her, pressing your lips to hers.

>She doesn't move.

>You pull away and brush over her lips with a finger.

"I've wanted you since day one, Mrs. Cake. Do you want me?"

>You remove your shirt.

>Mrs. Cake still grips your belt and looks over your body.

>You've been working out for a few months.

>She gulps and blushes deeper, her eyes taking in your muscles like an eager school girl.

>You begin to undo your belt.

>Mrs. Cake hops onto the counter and spreads her legs.

>"I don't... I don't know what I'm thinking... I can't help myself. I haven't had a rut in months. Just make this quick Anon, what if... What if my husband comes back?"

>You drop your pants and let your aching cock free finally.

"He won't be back for a long time, Mrs. Cake."

 

 

>You wrap her legs around you and kiss her again.

>This time she kisses you back and moans into your mouth.

>You grip her large flank and press your cock flat against her pussy.

>She's so wet, it almost slips in.

>Not yet.

>You nibble on her neck and she moans quietly, "I'm so worked up. Anon dear, you're... You're so young... I can't believe I'm-"

>You reach down and spread her lips with your fingers.

>She moans and her clit winks out at you.

>Timing it carefully, you grab the little bud and give it a good rub.

>She falls back onto the counter, into the flour and dough, screaming now.

>"OH ANON! THOSE FINGERS! OH CELESTIA!"

>You smile and roll the nub between two fingers.

"I bet Mr. Cake can't pleasure you like this."

>She shakes her head, "h-he can't! Don't stop!"

>Continuing with your work, you slide two fingers into her with your other hand.

>The wet hole sucks you in and she works your fingers, as tight as if she never had kids.

>You slide your fingers in and out, still massaging her clit.

>Mrs. Cake's back arches and she knocks a bowl of chocolate chips off the counter.

>"NYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

>A torrent of fluid squirts from her folds.

>You keep fingering while Mrs. Cake squirts the contents of her pussy onto your hands and the counter.

"Mrs. Cake... I'm going to fuck you now, okay?"

>She gasps and nods without opening her eyes.

>"Rut me, Anon. F-fuck me!"

 

 

>After months of dreaming, your fantasies have come true.

>You press down on Mrs. Cake's pudgy belly and position your cock with the other hand.

>The first penetration.

>You watch it slide in slowly.

>Mrs. Cake coos to you and slides her legs through the flour.

>You hilt, then pull back, hilt again and begin to fuck her as hard and fast as you can.

>Her belly and swollen teats jiggle as you slide her back and forth on the kitchen counter.

>She almost sounds like a donkey with her braying.

>You grunt and start to work up a good sweat.

>Noticing the abandoned frosting tube, you grab it and pull out of Mrs. Cake.

>Quickly, you squirt the green sweet onto her dilating pussy.

>You bend down and start to lick it up.

>Mrs. Cake grabs your head, "ANON! YOU ARE AMAZING DEAR! I CAN'T- I CAN'T-!"

>She has another orgasm, squirting onto your face violently and almost shattering the glass with her scream.

>Without pausing, you slam yourself back inside of her and continue fucking as she rides out her orgasm.

>By now, her tongue is hanging out, drooling all over herself and her eyes have rolled up into her skull.

>You continue to fuck the married pony as hard as you can.

"Your. Husband. Doesn't. Deserve you!"

>She sucks her tongue back in and whines, "Anon, are you- are you going to breed me?"

>You keep pumping and wipe some sweat from your brow.

"You want me to cum inside, Mrs. Cake?"

>She gasps.

>"Cum inside me! My husband won't anymore! Please cum, Anon!"

 

 

>You press down on her belly again and slam your groin against her.

>She groans and slides across her dough, flattening it.

>You begin to paint her insides white.

>Her walls tighten, reacting to insemination by instinct.

>It's hard to remove yourself from her and when you finally do, she closes up.

>You brace yourself on the counter and pant, dripping with sweat.

>Mrs. Cake doesn't move, looking down at you and gasping for breath.

>"That was... The best."

>Her eyes can't move from your glistening muscles.

>You wipe your forehead.

"We should clean this mess."

>You reach down to pick up your pants but she stops you.

>"Anon dear. Don't you dare put those clothes on. I won't have it."

 

>Pinkie Pie and Mr. Cake show up around sunset.

>Mr. Cake looks exhausted, "hey Anon, thanks for the day trip. Where's Mrs. Cake?"

>You take a bite of a green cupcake.

"She's pretty tired. Taking a nap."

>He nods and carries his children to the stairs, "she always works hard."

>He begins climbing the stairs and you call out to him.

"Be sure to be quiet, Mr. Cake. She's exhausted. She worked really hard today."

>Mr. Cake smiles warmly.

>"Thanks a lot, Anon."

>Pinkie Pie bounces to you, "what did you and Mrs. Cake do today?!"

>You smile and finish your cupcake.

"We made a cake."