Title:           A Piece of Cake
Author:          Slasher_Science
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/51mfV5SX
First Edit:      Saturday 23rd of November 2013 03:56:44 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 23rd of November 2013 03:56:44 AM CDT

>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."