Title:           MILFquest chapter 1: Mrs. Cake
Author:          Regidar
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First Edit:      Wednesday 13th of May 2015 10:38:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 13th of May 2015 10:38:39 PM CDT

>day leanard skinard in Equestria
>you are Anonymous, although everyone calls you Anon for short
>you're an employee of Sugarcube Corner, a bakery in Ponyville
>which is a tiny town with tons of pastel ponies
>stupid, sexy pastel ponies
>you live with Twiggle Spiggle
>err, Twilight Sparkle
>in her ridiculous playset castle on the far end of town
>she had room when you fell on your ass into Equestria, so there you stayed
>soon after coming into Ponyville, you did what anyone in your position would naturally do
>you began your descent into sexual deviancy
>there was so much opportunity
>so much potential!
>but alas, you decided to focus on one goal; maybe once you actually get it done, you could move on to bigger plans
>for the past few months, you've been gathering information about the mane 6's families
>specifically, their parents
>and more specifically, their mothers
>clutched in your first right now is a list
>a list of MILF pones to bone
>not all of them are mane six mommas
>some of them are ample aged mares around town
>you knew that you'd have to start easy, or you'd never succeed
>hell, you'd probably be castrated and made to work on Sweet Apple Acres for the rest of your life
>talk about a bad end
>no, this was going to require fines
>working up the proverbial ladder
>you check your list
>first up on the list is somepony you see every day
>who you know just how to work in all the right ways
>getting a job at Sugarcube Corner was no accident...
>well, it wouldn't have been anyway, but it was chosen out of all the other jobs for a good reason
>about a month in to your devious plan, you got tired of being a worthless NEET living off of Twalot's charity
>you knew that the Cakes had had twins a year or two before you showed up, so the MILF that was Mrs. Cake would be relatively new to the game
>fresh meat right from the MILFing grounds, as it were
>you slid the paper with the plethora of names on it into your pocket and sauntered along, whistling a tune to yourself
>your time working behind the counter and in the kitchen allowed you to soak up some good info related to your plan
>Mrs. and Mr. Cake were on the outs right now
>Mr. Cake was really taxed by both the kids and the business, which was at a crucial part in its lifes
>they were currently doing TOO well; getting more than they could handle realistically.
>if they played their cards right, they could expand. If they slipped up now...
>well, you'd be out of a job, let's put it that way
>Mr. Cake wasn't really into performing in the bedroom
>Mrs. Cake, when it wasn't her turn to take care of the foals, was doing most of the baking
>she was a bit more experienced and a bit faster than he was, though, so she'd end up with some free time
>begging Mr. Cake to come and deal with their marital needs
>but he had developed into a workaholic unmatched by any Japanese man back from your shitty planet
>even with yours and Pinkie's help, he still found more and more to do
>and like the asshole, borderline psychopath you are, you're going to exploit the hell out of this situation
>and today's the day to strike
>the two-month anniversary of the last time you were able to guess the Cakes did the funk
>tensions would be just high enough to break
>and that's not all
>every time you heard Mrs. Cake trying to tickle the slippery sandfish in a supply closet or the basement when no one else was around
>you'd "obliviously" interrupt her by barging in to grab something from wherever she was trying to cream her bean
>of course, you'd make a lot of noise as to give her time so you'd never catch her directly
>that would ruin the subtle intricacies of your plan
>your devious, devious plan
>you're at Sugarcube Corner now, and you slip inside the back door
>you're hoping that's not the only time today you'll do that
>looking around the kitchen, you see no pony in yet
>damn
>you were looking forward to starting off as soon as possible
>wait
>from upstairs, you hear a creaking, and...
>"Oh! Hello, Anon!"
>yiss
>that sweet, rich voice of hers
>reminds you of your irish friend's mother
>no accent, but the tune was the same
>you were always one of those scruffy horndogs as a child
>fitting you'd end up doing something like this
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Cake!"
>you lower your voice slightly as she trots down the stairs
"Or should I say, /Cup/ Cake."
>She giggles, rolling her eyes
>"Oh, Anon, you don't have to talk like that. You know that even though I'm your employer, we like to keep everyone close here."
>she reaches the bottom of the steps, her tail flicking side to side
>you sneak a peak, and just for a moment between the swipes of pink, you see her swollen and puffy blue lips
>dripping with two months of pent-up need
>unf
>"You don't have to take that facetious tone. Feel free to call me Cup Cake all you like!"
>right
>"facetious"
>you like your lips, which she thankfully can't see since she has that plump little rear turned towards you
"Well, if you insist, /Cup/ Cake."
>she giggles again
>"Anon! Don't toy with me. I need help stocking the displays, we ended up selling out the entire front case yesterday right after your shift was over."
>she darkens a little, her tone sinking
>"Carrot was up all night slaving over a hot oven to get these ready... poor dear, he's passed out cold upstairs, he didn't even come to bed until the sun was nearly up."
>but we wasn't slaving over your hot over, was he, Cup Cake?
"Well, it'd be a shame if his efforts went to waste. Let's get to it!"
>you walk over towards the counter next to the over, which is covered in an array of pastries: pies, danishes, eclairs, donuts...
>And of course, cakes
>each one lovingly crafted and frosted by that poor stallion who was about to get cuckolded by a talking monkey from space
>you almost feel sorry for what you're gonna do
>you slide your hands along the edge of the counter, drumming your fingers along the edge
>you grab a pie, still warm in its tin
>"Pass them over here, dearie," Mrs. Cake says from her position behind the counter. "I'll put them in place, and we'll get this done twice as fast."
>you turn around with the pie to see Mrs. Cake bent over slightly, her tail hiked up at half mast.
>You may not be able to see everything, but holy hell, can you smell it
>that thick, rich, musky smell of a mare in heat
>u-unf
>you place the pie on her eleveted rump, and she winces
>"A-Anon!"
"Just slide 'em down your back, /Cup/ Cake; I've seen your skills, you can line 'em up just right at a fraction of the time!"
>she turns around to smile at you, a blush painting her cheeks ever so softly
>"W-Well, I suppose you're right, dear."
>you smirk
>not only is this a chance to "Accidentally" bump her butt
>but the more time you save putting these pastries on display, the more time you'll have for rutting her brains out
>you grab a tray of donuts and slide them down her back
>your elbow grinding into one of her pudgy blue flanks
>"O-Oh..."
>her moan is desperate, low whine
>"Anon, be careful!"
"Sorry, Cup Cake."
>no infliction that time
>you know she needs to know that you're not heartless
>coming off too strong now could blow a delicate situation
>you pivot back and forth, balancing things on her bum and watching them slide along the curvatures of her back
>not only it that cute and sexy as fuck, but it is pretty impressive
>the way she cocks her head tot he side to let the try fall perfectly in place on the shelf
>the little rump bumps she does when you place the trey or tin slightly askew on it
>the way her mane floats back and forth as her head turns...
>god damn, she may be the easiest catch on your list, but that doesn't make her any less sweet
>"C-Can I talk to you about something, Anon?"
>wat
"Uh, sure, Cup Cake."
>she turns around to face you
>"Am I attractive, Anon?"
>oh god
>that's gonna throw a wrench into the machine
"W-Well, uh..."
>Cup Cake's face contorts and she bites her wobbling bottom lip
>oh jeez
>there was no way you could have been prepared for this
>"Mr. Cake—Carrot—I don't think he wants to pay attention to me any more. Ever since the foals... he barely pays attention to me anymore. I-I know I wasn't the best fit mare before I had foals, but now I must be just a dumpy mess of a pony now, aren't I?"
>oh fuck
>there must be more layers to this than you anticipated
"H-Hey, no, I don't think you're a mess..."
>fuck no you don't
>she's got some sweet milf action going on
>but you gotta phrase that a bit differently if you want to include yourself in on that
>she sniffled, rubbing an eye with her hoof
>"I-I'm sorry Anon, I've just been so on edge lately... it's been rough for us lately. You know how overworked we've all been, but with the foals and how Carrot is so caught up in his work life that he doesn't have any time for me anymore..."
>she sighs, and looks down at the floor
>"I can't help but to blame the wreck of the mar I see in the mirror."
>you flinch
>holy shit
>did something just stir in your heart?
>are you actually feeling emotion besides disgust and mild contentment?
>how is this possible
>you haven't felt sympathy for anyone since
>well
>ever, really
>this is going to change a bit of the plan
>it's rationalization time!
>you're not a skeevy fuck, you're just rescuing mares from the wrecks of their marriages
>y-yeah
>that'll keep you safely sane
>a complex or two outta keep you alright
>...fuck
>you lean down and scoop Cup Cake into a hug
>"Wh-Wha?"
>you hold her close to your chest, squeezing her tightly
>after a moment, she tentatively wiggles her forelegs so she's hugging you back
>she nuzzles the underside of your chin
>damn, her mane is soft
>you tilt your head down, venturing a sniff
>nice and sweet, but not overpoweringly so
>kinda smells like gumdrops, but less plasticy
>it's wonderful
>and you're not the only who thinks so, judging by the growing lump in your pants
>Mrs. Cake unwittingly places her hooves right over Anon Jr as she shifts in your lap
>oh god
>you fight back tears as she presses your stiffy hard against your leg
>oh sweet jesus, why
>fight the power, nigga
>you gently lift her by her flank and set her down on your knee
>you fingers just sink right into her silky coat and into her pudgy flank flesh
>god, it feels fantastic
>how could Mr. Cake give this shit up for a stupid job that you and Pinkie could easily manage?
>dumb stallion doesn't deserve to have Cup Cake if he choses work over this fantasticness
>"I-I'm sorry for getting like this, Anon... I'm usually not this emotional."
"It's alright, Cup Cake."
>"H-Heh, you finally dropped that voice you used on my first name..."
>damn, you've gone soft
>softer than Mrs. Cake's fantastic flanks
>but you don't even make mention on how you dropped it earlier
>subtly and fines are still your best friends in this situation
>that fact that she's open about her emotional vulnerability just makes it *that* much easier
>you cuddle up with Cup Cake against the display counter for a little bit before your eyes wander to the time
>damn
>the shop doesn't open for a little while longer, but whatever is keeping Pinkie Pie won't preoccupy her forever
>you have to admit, you didn't even consider her as a factor until just now
>you've got to speed this shit up a little bit if you want to score at all
>you open your mouth to speak, but Mrs. Cake beats you to it
>"A-Anon? Can I trust you with something?"
>fuck
>guess the floodgates are open now
"Sure, Cup Cake. Anything."
>she shifts uncomfortably in your lap, turning her gaze away from you
>"I-I..."
>she falls silent
>you wait there for a moment, feeling her chest slowly pressing against yours as she breathes
>finally, she speaks again
>"I've wanted to have another foal for almost seven months now. Ever since the twins turned two... I felt like we could handle another foal. We were finally doing so well financially with the addition of you to the team, and..."
>she takes a deep breath
>"Carrot said he wanted to wait a bit, and hasn't brought it up since. With everything that's happening right now, I don't think that we'll ever be able to..."
>she giggles half-heartedly, which devolves into a wet hiccup
>"I know its absurd to think that, but... he won't even talk to me, there's just so much that he's trying to take on right now."
>fuck, you can play therapist later
>you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't cash in on this perfect opportunity being handed RIGHT TO YOU
>with any luck, you could play damage control, and maybe even pander to that annoying conscious that just showed up
>but now, you've got to slide on in now that you've got the chance
>you cup her chin in your hand
>tilting her head up to face you
>and you look her dead in the eyes
>her wet, slightly red eyes, shining with pink irises
"Hey, listen to me."
>she bites her lower lip slightly
>hnnngh
"Things are gonna start looking up, I promise you."
>"Wh-When do you suppose that'll start, A-Anon?" she says, her first and last words punctuated by hiccups
"Right now."
>and you gently lean down, pressing your lips against hers
>you feel her tense under you
>but her lips part nonetheless
>and her tail swishes and flicks against your leg
>fuck
>you can even feel your knee dampen slightly as her pussy drools on it
>you break away, the two of you connected by a single strand of saliva
>her eyelids are at half mast, and her eyes are slightly crossed
>"B-Buh huh."
>you smirk, chuckling softly, which breaks your saliva connection
>"Anon, please..." she gasps, pressing her hooves against your chest, her eyes uncrossing as she looks up into yours. "I-I'm married!"
>your smirk only broadens
"I know, Cup Cake. That's what got you into this mess, isn't it?"
>she blushes
"Come on, now."
>you meet her lips yet again
"You deserve a little something for working so hard and for going without for so long."
>her mouth is slightly agape
>an her breaths are short and ragged
>she's more desperate than you've ever seen her
>perfect
>you've got her right where you want her
>gently, you spread her legs with one hand while your other reaches down and unbuttons your pants
>it's time
>you slide Mrs. Cake closer to you
>her wetness grinding against your compressed carbon crotch
>a throaty moan escapes from behind her lips
>your hands move from their places in front of her to clutch her hips
>and you move them up, almost in undulating waves, along her body
>until one hand slides down yo grip her flank again
>and the other is running through curtains of soft pink mane
>"A-Anon, please..."
>you pause, smiling down softly at Cup Cake
>her eyes are wide and pleading, her hot breath gently tickling your neck
"Please what, Cup Cake?"
>"P-Please..."
>is she so overcome that she can't even vocalize what she wants from you?
>damn, nigga, you good
>way better than you thought, in fact
>back on earth, a bitch kicked you to the curb for looking at her the wrong way
>of course, you had been standing three inches from her with your nose in her cleavage
>but still
>here in Equestria, your hot monkey dick scored you all the babes
>starting with this beauty right in front of you
"Come on, Cup Cake, use your words..."
>she smiles, a single giggle escaping her
>"Please. Take me."
>the magic words
>ask and thou shall receive
>whoa re you to keep a lady waiting, anyway?
>gentlemen don't ask questions, after all
>a spiritual fedora tips in your favor
>you gently lower your hand, which has been running itself through Cup Cake's mane
>gently massaging her scalp, enjoying each silken fiber of her hair
>you lower it down to her back, and you lift her from your lap
>you lay her down on her back
>your hands moving away from her, only to come back down on her belly
>rubbing her pudgy tummy gently
>fingers digging soft little circles
>her eyes cross, and Cup Cake lets loose a sultry moan
>she's eating out of the palm of your hand now
>hell, you bet you could place something in the palm of your hand and she'd eat it
>you catalogue that idea for later
>she's laying on the floor before you
>legs spread far apart
>hooves clutched to her chest
>her clit gently winking
>little rivulets of natural lubricant spilling down across her thighs and between her thick cheeks
>her anus glistens slightly due to the mister, her tail running limply across the floor between her legs
>your dick is so fucking hard that it's parallel to the floor
>Mrs. Cake takes one look at your length and pales
>"O-Oh dear..."
>well, that's to be expected; these ponies are only the size of golden retrievers, roughly.
>guess you'll have to be careful
>you bend over her, hands on her love handles
"Don't worry, Cup Cake..."
>you bend down further, kissing the nape of her neck and eliciting a heady moan from her
"I'd never hurt you."
>you take one hand and use it to guide your cock to her thigh
>rubbing your cockhead against it
>you moan in unison with her as you begin to thrust gently against her
>enough with toying around
>you've got to get down to business
>a horny mare needs attending to
>and you haven't bust a nut in anticipation of this for about a week now
>the time is now
>hell, one might even say
>the time has "come"
>you slide your cock up her leg and towards her crotch, leaving a trail of precum up to Cup Cake's pussy
>"Go on ahead, Anon... you don't need to tease me any longer."
>damn right you don't
>you press your cock against her slit
>it's warm
>REALLY warm
>holy shit
>just short of uncomfortably hot
>no matter
>you press forward
>hot damn
>it's like fucking the inside velvet coin purse
>despite having given birth to two foals, her vagina is in pretty great shape
>you're not one of those nerds who thinks that vaginas can get loose, but a baby (or two) can certainly wreak havoc on the place
>however, it seems to be pretty top notch in here
>oh, Carrot Cake, you masochist
>you can hear Mrs. Cake squeaking slightly as you thrust into her
>you're a pretty big guy
>for her
>no, but seriously, there was a reason she got so pale earlier
>ponies were not meant for dick like this
>good thing they seem to be made of rubber and/or silly putty
>you slide your hands up her sides
>holding her under her arms
>and you thrust
>"AAAAH!"
>oh fuck, that was loud
>but that wasn't the scream of you rending the poor mare in two, thank god
>that was a scream of pure ecstasy
>Cup Cake tightens around you as you plunder her pony poontang
>you angle yourself slightly, digging at the muscular walls
>there's a thicker, rawer ridge in the middle somewhere that feels fucking fantastic
>like a soft, but firm, pad that strokes you gently in return for stroking it
>oh god
>you move up with two quick jabs
>"A-Anon! Oh, sweet Celestia, y-you're gonna..."
>is she gonna cum already?
>wow
>haha, you're usually the one who only lasts 11 seconds
>;_;
>
>her pussy squeezes against your rigid cock
>stroking up the body
>pulling up against the head
>you moan like a retarded cat in heat
"Nnngggghhhuh..."
>Mrs. Cake's hooves clutch your arms just below the elbow
>hooking around your forearms and pulling them
>pulling them and
>oh shit
>your hands slip off her body, which has been slickened with sweat
>you catch yourself just before you collapse onto her
>"P-Put it back..."
>shit
>your cock has slipped just outside of her puffy pussy lips
>her labia are practically quivering with anticipation
>you push yourself back into position and thrust forward, impaling Cup Cake with your sword of destiny at speeds that would make Vin Diesel orgasm
>"AAaaaAAAAAAANOOON!"
>you find your cock ramming against something tough, yet soft enough
>fuck
>you must have accidentally gone a bit too far
>this is her cervix you're prodding against
>judging by the slightly pained expression on her face, you must be right
>you slow down slightly
>you don't wanna break into her baby cage
>not yet, anyway
>you increase speed, but your thrusts are much more shallow now
>Cup Cake is quivering all over
>and the tightening begins again
>oh damn
>two orgasms?
>you're doing fine, you stud
>keep this up and you might break the poor mare
>you chuckle to yourself as you feel her clit mink against your crotch
>and a small jet of femmicum splatter against the base of your cock
>Oh, so she's a squirter, huh?
>didn't happen the first time, so it looks like she needs it coaxed out of her
>mentally, you make a note to see how many times you can get her to cum
>see how long you can ride the pleasure train to Cakeville
>your humping is gentler now
>smooth rhythms against her baby barrier
>each time your cockhead boops against the entrance
>Mrs. Cake lets out a feral moan
>you increase speed slightly, your balls bumping against her blue butt lewdly each time you push in
>it's an amazing sensation
>a slight pressure and then a dull, radiating pleasure up your spine
>you don't know how you're doing it
>but you don't feel close to cumming at all
>just feral, intense passion
>and a single focus on your goal of rutting Mrs. Cake to as many orgasms as it takes to give her permanent cross-eyes
>you lean in against her lips, and she hungrily accepts them
>digging on on the fine delicacy, you chew on her bottom lip slightly
>her moans are mangled as you gnaw on the soft flesh
>"Aaahnnoog..."
>you feel her tightening again
>and you stop your thrusts in favor of going as far as you can inside and grinding your cockhead against her cervix
>a splash of dampness against the base of your cock and a guttural grunt of pleasure from deep within her is enough to know you've delivered the third orgasm of the morning
>you break your bight and move into a proper kiss, sharing your breath with Cup Cake
>you tastes divine, like a perfect blueberry muffin
>fuck, human girls never tasted like this
>this must be another layer to the godliness that is the cartoon equine
>you push your tongue forward, flat against the top of her mouth
>gently stroking it with the tip
>her tongue slides under yours, running along the surface of your bottom teeth
>All of this while you begin to thrust again
>more savage than before this time
>you swirl your tongue around in her mouth, your moans harmonizing
>the pressure and the rubbing from your cock is starting to add up
>you know that you're going to enter your finl stretch soon
>but you're not going down without a fight, dammit
>you're Anon
>slayer of milfs
>you're going down swinging
>you slide your hand down to just above where you two are connected
>you take your thumb and graze it over her soft flesh until you find it
>winking so fast it's like a hyperactive LED
>you thumb her clit, rubbing it up and down and side to side
>a high pitched whine emits from Cup Cake
>you suspect if your two mouths weren't locked together, you'd be dealing with much more
>MUCH more
>you batter her bean with your thumb, breaking the kiss
>Cup Cake's moans are now audible, garbled slightly as she tries to contain them
>you pull out slightly, so that you're no longer at the gate of her womb
>you settle in on the sweet ridge in the center once more, thrusting gently against it
>you continue to rub little circles against her clit
>she's beyond words
>only feral grunts and moans escape her
>her legs flex, and you feel her tighten a little on you as she tenses
>she's thrusting up against you in an effort to watch your own thrusts
>the combined grinding and the new sensations are fantastic
>you feel chills as you sink expertly against her sweet spot
>on the fifth thrust up, she matches it perfectly against your thrust inward
>and you slip from the midpoint, sliding deep into her
>you slam against her cervix, but not in the center where the entrance to her womb lies
>instead, you smack along the side of her babygate, pushing upward
>a strangled gasp escapes Cup Cake as her eyes roll back
>and where your wrist lies against her belly, you can feel the bulge under her flesh form
>you push down on her clit as it struggles to wink outward against you
>the rubbery nub earnestly fights against the pressure of your thumb, but it is no match
>a soundless shout fights its way out from inside Mrs. Cake, and she achieves orgasm for the fourth time
>this time, her body isn't fooling around anymore
>it means business
>her inner walls grip your dick
>and her muscles are milking your cock for all its worth
>and it works
>you feel that familiar pressuring rising from below the pit of your stomach, and your balls retract upwards
>you pull out one last time, and with all your might, slam back in
>you manage to land your cockhead squarely against her inner opening
>your member kissing her cervix forcefully
>you bring your head down once more, kissing her again
>and you unleash yourself inside her
>your first wave of cum shoots out in three thick, white, warm jets
>given that you actually haven't cum in a while, your semen is a thick jelly
>splattering against the inside of her womb
>sliding around the edges of your cock, between it and the walls of her vagina
>leaking out of her entrance as it reaches the end of her birth canal
>her clit is winking furious, little errant spurts of femicum shooting out like a crippled sprinkler
>your kiss isn't as involved as the last one, but that doesn't mean it's any less passionate
>your lips pressed together, teeth touching just barely as your tongues stay separate, if only for now
>you thrust weakly against her a few more times, but they're more of a grinding motion against her innermost barrier
>gently coaxing it to open slightly more as your second wave erupts inside of her
>it's more fluid this time, but you manage to shoot out more
>five solid shots, deep into her uterus
>you part from her lips as your hips rise
>hands tucked under her butt, your fingers meeting at her tail as you lift her lower half of the body up off the ground
>Cup Cake's low moan drones as she drools slightly, your final wave of orgasm emptying into her
>it's nothing but too short squirts of very watery cum
>at last, your monster climax is finished, and you gently lower her lower body back onto the ground while keeping your own position
>your dick slides out with a slimy *pop*
>liberal amounts of jizz ooze from her hole, which gapes
>labia and clitoris alike quivering in want for their cocky champion to return
>not now, little ladies
>Anon Jr. is tuckered out
>a mix of fluids creates a thin web between your two organs, and your cock drips with vaginal lube and cum alike
>a pool is steadily forming on the floor while Mrs. Cake twitches in the throes of her last orgasm
>you fall backwards onto your ass, inhaling deeply
"That was nice."
>understatement of the fucking century
>you get up, grabbing your pants and hopping over to the sink
>you grab a sponge and wipe yourself down
>god fucking damn, you worked up a sweat
>you also grab a dish towel
>you're gonna need to clean up that stuff before anypony shows up
>fuck, you're surprised Pinkie isn't here already
>what the hell could possibly be tying her up?
>not that you're complaining
>you head back to where Cup Cake is still lying, panting
>her pussy has mostly closed, reverted back to its previous position before your poon plundering took place
>but with some noticable differences
>cum is still dribbling from between the lips
>and they aren't as puffy and swollen as they were before
>they are somewhat redder than they were before
>must be from the vigorous pounding they withstood
>you look at the puddle of mixed fluids between Cup Cake's legs, and the puddle of drool at her head
>and then at the puddle of sweat slowly forming around her entire body
>and then down at the single rag in your hand
>...
"Fuck."
>you return with a mound of rags in your arms, and set them down by Cup Cake
>you scoop her up to replace them, and gently lean her up against the wall to the side
>she's gasping for air still, her little blue chest heaving up and down
>"Th-That was really something, dear..."
>you smile as you begin to mop up the mess on the floor
"Well, I'm just glad you enjoyed it as much as I did, /Cup/ Cake."
>she lifts a hoof lazily as if to swat you, and put it back down on her pudgy belly
>you smirk, and go through rags as fast as Celulight Sparkfull goes through hayburgers
>after a mound of dirty rags is produced, you carry Cup Cake over to the large sink usually used for washing huge platters, and set her down in it
>since the shop hasn't opened, there's nothing in there
>and you can safely spray down Mrs. Cake with the almost comically small hose attached to it
>"Ack!"
"Come on, we gotta get you clean. We don't want to arouse any suspicion, do we?"
>"W-Well, I suppose not."
>damn right you don't
>you don't want to lose your testes just after the first conquest
>you think that'll be a fitting end after you eventually make your way up to Princess Cadance
>the legacy of Anon: MILF-Hunter
>but for now
>your journey has just begun
>you spray Cup Cake down, the mare wiggling and jiggling as the cold water barrages her
>you take the sponge from before that you sued to wipe your cock off and give it a look over
>it's still covered in a mix of both of your different types of cum
>that won't do
>you'll just be rubbing it into her
>and as much as you'd like to have Mrs. Cake walking around
>smelling faintly of your musk all day
>it's not too smart for you to go that rout
>you'll have to bide your time, but one day your dreams will be reality
>for now, you gotta take care of this
"Open up."
>Cup Cake obliges
>you grasp the sponge by either end, and wring it out
>thick globs of your semen and thin rivulets of her femmizjizz leak out from the sponge and land in her mouth
>Mrs. Cake's snout wrinkles in surprise and her tongue retracts over her lip back into her mouth, but she does not close her mouth
>obediently, she takes all of it in her mouth
>once there's a little pool that fill up to near half-way up her mouth, the sponge runs (relatively dry)
>when you pull the sponge away, she closes her mouth and swallows
>opening her mouth again, she smacks her lips and exhales
>"Mwah."
>you chuckle and ruffle her wet mane with a hand, kissing her cheek
>she blushes as you rub her down with the sponge
>after a thorough scrubbing, you've gotten any trace of sex off of her and in the sink
>pulling her out, you use the last few rags to clean her down
"Sorry it's not a spa treatment, but I think the shower would be a bit too risky with Carrot up there, huh?"
>she nods. "Don't worry about a thing, Anon, dear. You've done more than enough."
>she rubs herself up against your legs, damp tail curled around your calf
>hehe
>"Hellooooo! Is anypony home!"
>shit, you finished just in time
>looks like Ponka's just gotten back
>you really dodged a bullet
>riding it down to the last minute
>but looks like everything worked out
"Hey, Pinkie, we're in here!"
>Cup Cake shakes herself a little bit, a few last drops of water landing on the floor
>Pinkie Pie bounces in, perpetual smile on her face
>"Hi 'nonny! Hi, Mrs. Cake!"
>she freezes in place
>what
>"Uh... 'nonny?"
"Y-Yeah?"
>she looks you up and down, stopping at your crotch
>"Where are your pants?"
>...
>FUCK