Cup Cake (unfinished draft)

Cup Cake was not having a good morning. It had started innocently enough; it was Sunday morning and she was running the show at Sugarcube Corner. It could be a tall task for just one mare on most days, but Sunday mornings were among their more quiet times. The majority of Ponyville was either sleeping late, or off to an early start on their leisure activities, determined to make the most of the day. Besides, there simply wasn't anypony else around to help: Carrot Cake was out of town for the weekend negotiating with one of their suppliers, and Pinkie had volunteered to get the twins out of her hair for a little while via a playdate in the park. It sounded like a wonderful idea to Cup when Pinkie proposed it, and she had given her blessing the night before.

 

Which had turned out to be surprisingly inconvenient when she woke up the next morning in heat. She grimly cursed the luck as she went through her morning routine - damn stallions were never around when you needed one - but decided not to alter her plans. She'd ridden out her heat before, and while it was never a pleasant experience, she knew she could handle it.

 

Blushing, she banished the mental images that 'riding out her heat' brought to mind.

 

But as the morning dragged on, Cup Cake was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. With Sugarcube Corner at its slowest time of the week, she found very little to distract her from the nagging sensation in her nethers. Several times she found herself coming out of a daze in a start, only to realize she'd been absently crossing her hind legs and wiggling, stimulating her needy pussy as much as her subconscious would allow. Even her teats begged for attention; they had begun weaning the foals, and her breasts were swollen with milk as a result. This was going to be a much tougher morning than she thought. Maybe she should close up shop? They got so few customers this time of day anyway, and... No! She wouldn't let this thing beat her. She was stronger than this, and Sugarcube Corner had a reputation to maintain.

 

The bell above the doorway gave its merry little chime as a customer stepped through the door, and Cup smiled gratefully for both the business and the distraction. Looking up, she found herself gazing at who was perhaps Ponyville's most unusual resident - and given this town, that was saying an awful lot. The sole human was the only one of his kind in Equestria and had caused quite a stir when he arrived up by means unknown even to himself. Still, he seemed harmless enough, even friendly, and Equestria was full of strange and wondrous beings. Before too long, he'd settled down in Ponyville and made himself quite at home in the quaint little town. He was always polite, if somewhat distant, and generally respected by the populace. He was also a regular at Sugarcube Corner. Thinking back on it, Cup recalled he often came by to pick up a few spectacularly unhealthy treats on Sundays - his way of rewarding himself for making it through the week, he always said. Cinnamon buns tended to be his favorite.

 

"Good morning, dearie!" Cup said, briefly forgetting her woes. "Sunday morning and sure enough, here you are. Your usual?"

 

"Good morning Mrs. Cake," The human said, a warm smile creasing his face as he approached the counter. "What can I say? I'm a creature of habit." He frowned briefly as his eyes wandered across the display. "Aw, no buns today? That's a shame."

 

Cup stiffened slightly at the sound of the human's voice, not anticipating the effect it would have on her. He wasn't a stallion, but he was so wondefully male, and her body responded just the same. His voice - so much deeper and stronger than a pony's voice - seemed to reverberate through her, and she found herself longing for him to speak more. Redoubling her smile, she forced the feelings down.

 

"You're in luck, I just finished a batch. They're cooling in the kitchen right now, nice and fresh! Wait just a moment, I'll go get you one." She turned around with almost indecent haste, eager to reach the comforting isolation of the kitchen where she might compose herself slightly.

 

In her mild panic, however, she had forgotten one very basic fact. Her hindquarters were now facing directly towards her human customer... and mares in heat tend to wink. As a particularly eager twitch of her puffy slit reminded her, she coldn't help but stop and look back over her shoulder. A sinking feeling filled her gut, but she had to know if the human had noticed her shameful little display in response to his presence. Her engorged, milky nipples throbbed, completing the perverse picture, as though to her remind her that her cunt wasn't the only part that wanted some attention.

 

Her worst fears were neatly confirmed by the tremendous blush, slightly opened mouth, and widened eyes on his face, currently locked directly on her. With a strangled noise somewhere between a yelp and a wail, Cup Cake dashed into the kitchen, grabbing the tray of buns in her mouth and returning as quickly as possible. Her face burned with shame as she mechnically went through the motions of completing the order, simply wanting the uncomfortable situation over as quickly as possible. Her eyes darted all over the room, looking everywhere but at the human's face. She was too afraid of what she might find there. It was in this eagerness to avoid meeting the human's gaze that her eyes instead briefly met his crotch... and locked there, stunned to see what was obviously an erection stubbornly fighting against the thick material of his pants.

 

The human was now wrestling with an embarassing situation of his own, his attempts to force his boner down by sheer force of will failing quite miserably. Equestria had not been kind to his sex life, and Cup Cake's inadvertent display had awakened long-dormant instincts within him. He found himself looking at the mare before him in a brand new light, and with a start he realized she smelled wonderful. The pheromones from Cup's greedy sex had begun to work their magic on the human's mind, the magic inherent in ponykind easily enabling her scent to cross the species boundry. His rod now stood at full attention, painful against the fabric confining him. He inhaled deeply, his reluctance to the awkward situation fading rapidly as he openly eyed Cup in appreciation.

 

Cup had stopped thinking. Her entire body trembled with suppressed lust as she leaned forward, taking the hem of the human's pants and jerking them downward in one smooth motion. She moaned as his penis sprung forth, tall and proud. This was good. This was right. She wanted it. She wanted HIM. She NEEDED him. The human gasped at her aggressive action, but it seemed only to invigorate him. His hands shot down, grasping her firmly and spinning her around until her sleek sex greeted him once more. He dropped to his knees, wasting no time. In that instant, he knew, instinctively, that nothing wrong could possibly feel so very right. Gripping her flanks firmly, he pressed his face into her slit and breathed in as deeply as he could through his nose. Taking in as much of her wonderful smell as he could, becoming drunk with lust for the gorgeous, inviting mare before him. She moaned deeply once more as he worldessly murmured his appreciation, diving his eager tongue into her sex. He explored her eagerly, urgently, lashing against her inner walls as his fingers kneaded her plump, yielding flank.

 

Cup was in bliss - this had been exactly what she needed. 'Oh, he's so, so, so much better than my hus-' She froze, Carrot Cake's face suddenly cutting through the haze in her mind. Cup Cake yelped, rearing up and bucking the startled human behind her. With the strength only an earth pony could posses, she landed both hits squarely on his shoulders. The human was knocked squarely on his ass and sent skidding across the floor hard enough to slam into the wall behind him. "Oof!" The man intelligently stated.