Title:           (Gay Clop) Ass Conqueror (Part 3 - Mr.Cake) - WIP
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
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First Edit:      Monday 10th of September 2012 04:12:22 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 10th of September 2012 04:12:22 AM CDT

>After that fun experience you had with Fancy Pants you've got to go home
>You're bone tired as Rarity wakes you up with a huff, you're going to make her late, of course
>She is the one who is actually late, having to fix her mane and all
>She looks good though
>...N-Not that you're into girls or anything...
>I mean, that would just be weird.
>After helping Rarity to pack up, you make sure everything is accounted for
>It is, good.
>Then you leave on the train ride back
>Rarity thanks you over and over again, and talks non-stop about the people she met at the business outing.
>You don't really care, but you put on a nice face anyway
>You are lost in your own thoughts at the moment
>You've already fucked two stallions in Equestria so far; a veteran slut and a straight guy willing to experiment before he gets tied down to some devil woman.
>Fucking women, with their vaginas and shit
>That's not really a fair thing to say though, since Rarity is your Girlfriend.
>Like GURL kind of girlfriend, not the romantic kind
>Anyway, you begin to think again
 
>You begin to drift your thoughts of Ponyville
>Who's ass could you take there?
>The obvious come up, Big Mac and Caramel
>They always seemed secret gay
>Your gadar is obviously sharper then most, otherwise you could never find any gays to blow your load in
>But who? Those two don't seem like good prospects
>Maybe somebody else...
 
>You pull into Ponyville train station
>The doors open as you grab Rarity's things, and you see a Pink blur rush inside
>You get a death hug from Pinkie
"Ohmygosh I missed you both so much!"
>You smile
"Aww, it's alright Pinkie. Now let go of me so I can breath and help Rarity move her stuff."
>She broke her hug and mouthed a "sorry" before going to bother Rarity
 
>After helping Rarity bring everything back to her home/business, and setting things up for unpacking, Pinkie tell you and Rarity to stop working for a minute
>She has a surprise for you at Sugercube corner
>You already know that it is a surprise party.
>She leads you there
>She steps inside
>It's dark
>Oh herp i wonder if people will jump out and say "surprise!" if I turn on the lights, derp.
>You flick the switch anyways
>sure enough, a bunch of p0nies jump out and yell surprise!
>You only smile a little, but Rarity seemed genuinely happy and surprised.
>You don't understand how. Pinkie pulls this shit every other weekend, you'd think she'd expect it by now
>Anyway, most people are here
>You read the banner
>It says "Happy welcome back and going away party!"
>Wait what?
>You approach Pinkie
"Wait, who's going away?"
>Pinkie giggles
"Me and Mrs.Cake! We are taking pound cake and carrot cake along with us; their is a junior baker exhibition in Philadelphia. They are a bit young to participate, but Mrs.Cake insists anyway. Get them a head start. Besides, it will be fun!"
>You smile, Pinkie's smile is just infectious sometimes.
 
"So, Mr.Cake is holding down the fort then?"
>Mr.Cake smiles and nods
"Yep. Going to be tough to keep all those orders. Speaking of which, are you busy this weekend, Anon?"
>You stare into Mr.Cake's eyes deeply, trying to really understand him
>wait
>There
>You see it
>You grin ear to ear
"I'd love to."
>Your voice sounded a bit more sexual then you'd wanted it to, but he seemed to blush and then walk away
>You know where your next supply of ass is coming from
 
>You help Rarity unpack and chill, chatting her up and you soon get to the subject of the Cake's
"Rarity, I was thinking... Could I maybe-"
"Don't even ask Anon, you have more then earned this weekend off. I don't have any big orders right now, and am going on a break myself. Go help Mr.Cake and have fun."
>She didn't say "have fun" with any sort of connotation
>She doesn't know about your plan to fuck him silly
>Well, if he wants to of course
>You can't be sure, but that look in his eye...
>Let's just say you've seen that look before.
>You wait until the weekend and walk up to Sugarcube Corner
>The moment of truth
 
>You push on the front door but find it locked
>You see a shape moving around inside the dark store
>It walks up to the door
>It's Mr.Cake
>He opens the door
"Hey Anon, ready for work so early?"
"Yes Mr.Cake."
>He smiles
"Then come in."
>He turns around and struts into the back room
>You sneak a peak at his rear, looks good
>You stand in the lobby for a minute
>Then, you here him call out to you in a singsong voice
"~Oh anon, come into the kitchen with me please, there is something very special I need you to do for me~"
>You grin like a madman and rush towards the kitchen
>You can feel your boner already starting to form
>Mr.Cake is standing there, looking at you with those big, needy eyes...
>...And he's holding a broom
"Go sweep up the lobby, will you?"
>You nod, feeling your boner droop
>Well, that wasn't what you expected at all
>You go into the lobby and start to sweep, gathering all the dust and many crumps and rappers and small bits of confetti that Pinkie missed when she cleaned up after the party
>You sweep it into the garbage can
"I'm all done with sweeping, Mr.Cake!"
>You hear him call out to you again, in a soft and gentle voice
"That's great news, come in here Anon, I have another special job for you~"
>Oh god this is it
>You rush into the room
>You see Mr.Cake bent over, his ass high in the air and his tail held high
>Oh fuck yeah
>You reach for your belt
>Right as he looks up at you
"What the hell are you doing? Come over here and help me get this flour out from the cupboard!
>Well shit
>next time boner, next time.
 
>Mr.Cake heaves a huge bag of flour into your hand
>You learned a while ago that P0nyville doesn't do the same prepackaged shit as your world, they actually start from scratch each time
>So it's messy and long work
>You put the massive bag of flour within the huge mixers, which the cakes have several of
>You really hope demand isn't too high, you know Pinkie and the Cakes are pretty busy on weekends and that's with three of them, and all of them have been doing this far longer then you
>Then again, the kids aren't here to bother anyone
>You look over at Mr.Cake, who has this dead set look of determination in his eyes
>They don't look like the eyes of a husband who wants to bend over to some giant monkey man for a weekend's worth of assfun
>Shit, you might have gotten yourself into some deep trouble.
>You and Mr.Cake get the first batches going, you start with all popular stuff
>Generic cupcakes, chocolate cake, some pie, and even some sweat and regular bread
>And muffins, don't forget those
"Those should last us... three hours or so. We need to get the next batch on as soon as this one is finished."
>You honestly don't believe it, there's no way someone can eat all that food
>Then you remember that you're the only bakery for a whole town
>And that Pinkie Pie can clear a table of baked good with little difficulty
>This is going to be a long day
>Mr.Cake unlocks the door, and you realize with horror that a line has appeared outside
 
>Oh god, actual work!?
>At least when you worked for Rarity, she wasn't waiting on impatient customers, unlike you
>You really don't want to deal with that
>The customers flood in, Mr.Cake literally runs towards the counter and jumps on, sliding across and landing on his feet by the register on the other side
>That was surprisingly badass of him
>He looks up at you and gives you a determined smile, and a wink
"Ready, Anon?"
>You smiles back, nodding
"Ready."
>But you weren't really ready
>This guy has been doing this sort of shit for years, on top of a committed relationship, on top of owning a business, on top of making kids and raising his family
>You were just some dumb kid
>Now you feel really, really fucking stupid for insulting Mr.Cake's intelligence and ability by just agreeing to help for a quick lay
>You'd apologize to him, but he didn't know what your original plans were, so you'll just have to live with it
>But not right now, because tons of p0nies are rushing to the counter!
>Mr.Cake warned you earlier that today is going to be extra hectic, as he needed you to get the merchandise while he works the register
>You knew that, deep down, he didn't trust you with the register
>That's fine, you wouldn't trust it with you either
>Still hurts your pride a bit
"Anon!"
>You shake your head, you realize he is glaring at you
>Uh oh, you were daydreaming
 
"Go get me three chocolate cupcakes for Roseluck here!"
"Sorry Mr.Cake, Sorry Roseluck, right away!"
>You rush over to the chocolate Cupcakes, trying your best not to mess them up as you bag them and bring them to the counter
>Roseluck smiles and drops the bits on the counter, before walking away
>That wasn't so bad
>The next customer was Twilight Sparkle
 
>You cringe as she begins, you knew she was OCD or whatever but hearing it firsthand was freaking you out.
"I'd like one of those crystal cupcakes you made for Spike, the purple on please. Make sure you use the purple bag, and I'd also like two poppy seed cupcakes, both on whole wheat, matching wrappers please, as in purple."
>You rush over to the area with all the goods and you carefully get everything
>You start to sweat a bit, you KNOW you're doing the right job, but the eyes of Mr.Cake and Twilight are all over you
>You grab a pink wrapper poppy-seed cupcake and you gasp when you realize it was wrong
>But instead of putting it down like a normal person, you accidentally drop it
>Oh fuck why
>The sound of it was nothing compared to the very, very quiet sound of Mr.Cake sighing in disappointment
>That sound was soul crunching
"I'll get the broom."
>You bag the right stuff and apologize to Twilight
>She giggles
"Relax, Anon! You've got to relax. That's something I still need to learn sometimes, but as a lifelong student with very difficult courses I found that I always do poorly on tests when I am nervous or really excited! Just calm down and everything will be much easier. Ok?"
>You nod
>Twilight pays and leaves, waving at you
>Easier said then done.
 
>With Twilight's thoughts still fresh on your mind, you exhale, and relax your shoulders
>Mr.Cake takes the next order from Bonbon, who orders a whole apple pie.
>It's for some reunion or something
>When Mr.Cake tells you to go fetch it, you smile and nod at him slowly
>You turn slowly and take slow and plotted steps to the shelf
>You very slowly slide your hands under it, and lift up with finesse
>The pie very slowly lifts up, and you very slowly and carefully take it off the shelf completely
>With a peaceful smile, you exhale and-
"ANON! HURRY UP!"
>You almost drop the cake
>Mr.Cake is furious
>You realize that you just did a fucking choreographed "pick up the pie" dance
>You blush and take the apple pie to Bonbon, who has a neutral expression
>She gives a polite thanks and takes it, paying quickly.
>You could tell she was upset underneath her voice
>What is your problem today? Why can't you do anything right?
 
>You keep going through the day, serving almost all of Ponyville's inhabitants
>Also some tourists, but not many. Ponyville isn't really a tourist town.
>You work quickly and carefully, still making mistake after mistake over and over again
>You are starting to really blush and Mr.Cake is starting to get really mad
>You just can't get him out of your mind, he's so critical and so much more better then you
>It's easy for him to judge you for that reason!
>Finally, after the morning rush, the traffic spreads out
>Now, you only have a few people come in at a time, and sometimes nothing is happening
>Fast forwards to noon
>You look outside and see what appears to be the whole Ponyville Elementary class coming towards the shop
>You step back, feeling a bit worried already
>But your action made you knock over a vase
>Within a split second, Mr.Cake has caught the vase in his teeth and put it back
>He shoots a glare, and then walks outside the door and goes to talk with Cheerilee
>Oh god, you have the worst feeling in your stomach right now
>Are you about to get fired from a one weekend job?
 
>Mr.Cake talks to Cheerilee for a minute, who nods and who sits her kids in a circle outside, talking to them
>He storms back inside the store
"Anon, we are taking a lunch break. We need to talk."
>Oh god
>He switches the sign to 'closed' and nudges you towards the back of the store
>You go behind the counter, and then into the kitchen
>You stand there, he paces before you
>You can see how stressed and annoyed he is
>You open your mouth, but he holds up a hoof and silences you
"Anon, don't say anything. Just drop your pants."
>Wait, what?
"Wh-"
>He glares at you
"Drop. Your. Pants. I wasn't born yesterday. I can tell a horny little colt from a non-horny one, I've been there myself. Just drop your pants already, we need to get this sorted before you really break something important."
>You blush and feel terrible, but you slowly drop your pants
>You don't drop your underwear though
>He shoots you another glare and just bits the elastic, pulling them down with ease
>Your boner is revelaed, which you just realized was totally erect
>He stands up and places a hoof lovingly on your chest, then pushes you down onto a stool
>Within the blink of an eye, his snout is on your crotch, his tongue wrapping around your boner
>You grip the sides of the stool, feeling all sorts of powerful pleasures coming from this older stallion
>He really knew what he was doing!
 
>He bobs up and down your dick, you already feel ready to blow
>He grazes his teeth against your shaft lightly, making you feel very uncomfortable, but makes up for it by suddenly taking all of your length down his throat
>You cum almost instantly, all of your mental fantasies and sex-clouded mind seeming to fade away with your orgasm and subsequent afterglow.
>Mr.Cake licks up all your sperm, and then swallows it all
>Jesus Christ, that's hot.
>He then looks up at you with his eyes again, this time less judging and less harsh, more concerned and caring
"There, can you concentrate now? I need you to focus. I can't really run the shop by myself, but so far you've been more trouble than you are worth. Focus, and quit staring at my ass so much. I can tell."
>You nod stupidly, too busy enjoying that amazing blowjob you just had to listen
>Mr.Cake tells you to wait a few minutes to recover, and then he leaves and lets the kids in
>You can hear him talking about the history of baking in Equestria, about hay and oats, and about how important they are for nutrition.
>Then, he tells them they will be visiting the kitchen and looking at the equipment used in modern baking.
>Which the room you are in.
 
>You bug the fuck out, penguin walking into the nearest flour closet and shutting the door
>You hear them come into the room and Mr.Cake talk about the tools and machines
>You quickly zip up your pants, sighing in relief
>Now you'll leave and get cleaned up when you leave the closet
>Just then, you hear him talk about taking a look inside the flour closet
>Oh jesus
 
>You hear him and the little sounds of the kids' hooves get closer and closer
>You panic, and at the last moment, drop to a squat and pretend to be looking at some flour
>He opens the door, and gasps at you being inside the closet
>Then you hear Applebloom yell from the crowd
"Anon is in the closet!"
>You couldn't help but smile at that
"Well actually Applebloom, I was... checking the flour for wheat-worms. They can ruin a whole supply of flour, so you must always watch out for them."
>Applebloom nods, absorbing the information
>Cheerilee smiles
"What a great fact for my class, Anon! Thank you."
>Mr.Cake smiles and winks at you
>He actually looks proud
>Well, at least you can bullshit people when you really need to.
 
>Mr.Cake takes them around the whole store, telling them about things and even showing them the upstairs and talking about ponies traditionally used to live upstairs from their businesses, and that because sugarcube corner was an older establishment, it kept that tradition.
>You weren't really listening, you were trying to get this fucking flour off you. It was not fun.
>Once the flour was all cleaned, the kids all left and you had to just deal with the final dinner rush
>You take a deep breath and get to work
>You feel totally clear-headed and energetic now, you work quickly and without error.
>After all the orders are done, Mr.Cake pulls you aside as he changes the sign on the door from open to closed.
"Hey Anon, nice work today, at least at the end. And nice lie to those kids, I'd rather you explain that to them then why your penis is so weird looking."
>You feel a bit insulted, but he just gives you a smirk
"For a p0ny, of course. Anyway, go home and get some rest. I'll clean up today, I'm not sure if I can trust you to NOT start a fire with the broom and duster."
>You nod and thank him. He drops off the bits you earned today, in cash, while cutting out about half a dozen from the stuff you ruined that day. It was actually a bit more then that, but he was being generous.
 
>As you walk out the store, you hear Mr.Cake call for you one last time
"Hey! Anon!"
>You turn and watch him
"Do good, and you'll earn something special. And yes, you know what I mean by that, you horndog."
>He turns around, his strong square flank shaking back and forth, his tail raised and tantalizing
>He does that for a few seconds, and then stops and turns, walking out of the room and doing whatever chore he was doing
>You blush and leave the store, hoping you can keep up your improvement.
>Mr.Cake isn't just some slut to be fucked, he is a real man. And in order for a real man to bend over and take a dick from another real man; he's gotta respect you first.
>You've gotta earn that respect.
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